It took a while for Camille to be ready for her first show at the Meat Market. It wasn't that she was nervous about doing a striptease in front of strangers. She had done performances before wearing nothing but body paint, modesty was one of her last concerns.
But she had a brand new body to put on display. Being a chameleon gave Camille a lot more tools to work with, more than most Animalians even. As she put a lot of practice into getting ready, learning to use every aspect of her chameleonic body to its full sexual potential. She knew how important her first show was. Either her first impression would get her major support from the patrons or everyone would think she was just a joke.
When the day came for her debut, Camille had butterflies in her stomach. That actually wasn't just an expression, Camille had snatched up several butterflies with her tongue earlier that day. There was still a bit of nervousness, but Camille was determined to perform. Otherwise, the promos the club set up would be for nothing.
Once the customers of the evening (unsurprisingly mostly male) were seated, the lights dimmed except for several colored spotlights that were pointing up towards the ceiling. "Gentlemen, for your entertainment tonight, Meat Market is proud to introduce, for her Animalian debut, Camille Chameleon!" As the music started, the crowd's attention was drawn up towards the ceiling to where a bar was suspended from the ceiling. Hanging from under the bar, Camille crawled across the ceiling, wearing pretty much nothing except a bra and panties. The way she was crawling was very much like how a normal chameleon climbs along the underside of a branch, though with a lot less hesitation. It also gave the patrons a very nice view of her thong-clad ass. But Camille could do things that a normal chameleon couldn't. Twisting her body in a simian fashion, Camille was soon crawling with her arms and legs behind her back, allowing the crowd to take a good look at her front.
But Camille's entire performance wasn't on the ceiling. She was making her way towards the main stage where the poles were. As soon as she was close enough, she gripped the nearest pole and started climbing down it headfirst. She didn't need to climb all the way down the pole. When her head was about a foot away from the stage, she let go with her hands, her body being held up by her opposable feet and prehensile tail. She swung around the pole, giving the audience a good show. "Hello boys, you ready for a little color?" she called out.
That was when the music really started playing. There was very little surprise that the song selected was 'Karma Chameleon'. Perhaps not the most sexually-charged song, but the rhythm was lively for Camille to pole dance to sensually. Thanks to her hands, feet, and tail, Camille barely need to touch the stage at all and could do most of the dance upside-down. Her short black hair flew around a lot as she swung around the pole. Almost as captivating as her sensuous, curvy body was the kaleidoscopic color changes that were going across her skin. Keeping with the lyrics of the song, the colors were red, gold, and green. The audience was mesmerized enough already with Camille's movements and colors, but when she slipped off her tops, allowing her large breasts to bounce around with obstruction, they really went wild for her.
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To say that Camille's debut was a success would be an understatement. Camille had picked up quite a lot of bucks by the time she had retired to her dressing room. But really, Camille was just relieved to be able to sit down. That dancing was more exhausting than it looked and certainly more dizzying than she let on. She applied a small ice bag to her head as she counted out her 'tips'.
Before long, Annabelle came into her dressing room. "Great work, kid," said Annabelle, "I think you're going to be one of the headliners. Now if we could just figure out how to put you in one of those Greek eroticas..." Annabelle stopped talking when she saw Camille wince a little. "Got a headache?" asked Annabelle.
"Just a little, it's mostly all the blood that's been rushing to my head," said Camille, "Staying upside-down so long is not as easy as it looks. I don't know how bats can handle it."
"At least your eyes can help you keep equilibrium," said Annabelle.
"Not as much as you might think," said Camille, "I can look in pretty much every direction, but I can't make my eyes twist in their sockets. Upside-down is still upside-down. I'm just glad I overcame my vertigo from my first transformation."
"I think you'll be able to get used to it in time," said Annabelle, "You don't see acrobats walking dizzy after shows."
"Acrobats would be able not to show it," said Camille.
"It all comes down to experience," said Annabelle, "The more you do it, the better you get."
"True, I'm also glad I didn't mess up with my skin colors," said Camille.
"The way you were moving, those boys wouldn't care if you dull grey or plaid," said Annabelle.
Camille gave the squirrel an annoyed look. "Not plaid, ever. Even if I wanted to, which I won't."
Annabelle shrugged and said, "Couldn't resist that old joke."
"Don't you have an anvil to drop on a dog?" asked Camille jokingly.
"Only if he stiffs me on the tip," said Annabelle before both ladies laughed.