You try not to take notice of the half-naked cat-woman wearing lingerie strutting towards you, her tail dancing about in the air.
"So, they finally got someone to clean this litterbox. Got a name, sweetie?"
"Al-" Suddenly, you notice her beginning to strip, exposing her body: curvy, covered in soft, tan fur that smelled of flowers and expensive hand cream, topped with bouncy C-cup breasts.
"Sit."
The mop dropped out of your hands as you took a seat, while the cat-woman began to twirl around showing off her immaculate form while never once breaking eye contact. The whole world seemed to stop as you watched her perform a flawless routine using her incredible flexibility, various pieces of furniture, and occasional soft meows that made your cock stiffen and strain against the confines of your pants. Finally, the cat-woman swung down, timing her swing carefully so that she completed her performance by wrapping her legs around your waist and balancing herself atop you.
Her paw stroked your cheek. "Well, you've been a good little boy. Unzip your pants."
You did as she commanded, releasing your cock. The cat-woman purred.
"I'm not supposed to do this, but since I'm off the clock-"
Her tail took hold of your cock, rubbing and stroking it. The cat-woman put her paw over your mouth. "Don't make a sound, and I'll reward you. I don't want to spend the rest of my nine lives doing this cock-tease shit. You'll help me, won't you? You'll help all of us?"
You nod without a second thought.
"Good. As for that reward I promised you..."
She slowly eases your engorged cock into her soft, furry vagina seconds before you came. Just then, you heard more voices. Other anthro strippers crowding around you.
One of them was a tall broodmare with a tattoo/brand mark on her stomach, making some sort of attempt at a smile. "Don't go anywhere, stud. I'm next."