Bane arrived at the tables and heard the hooting and hollering from those watching him. The tonic had worked to perfection: he didn't feel a bit
of self-doubt as he prepared himself to dance. Ozzy put an arm around his neck and spoke into his microphone.
"Please welcome, our newest sexy dancer, Bane!"
The audience clapped as Bane took to the tabletop, licking his lips, a new sexual energy overcoming him. He heard the musical cue, and
languidly stretched, his paws teasing the pole and his eyes teasing the audience. He began to gyrate, his tightly-packed thong pressing against
the pole, his voluptuous ass visible for all the benefactors to see. Precum was seeping into Bane's thong as he grinded with the pole, the
sexuality in the crowd turning him on even more.
Showing off his strength, Bane lifted himself on the pole and looked backwards at the cheering mob, winking, his young, sinewy muscles
flexing. The crowd hooted and hollered. Bane then crawled to the front of the stage and pawed at the audience, his eyes oozing pure
confidence and lust.
He stood up, did a backflip back to the pole, and finished his routine by licking the pole from top to bottom, his body moving down in time
with his tongue. Then, he winked, posed, and the music stopped.
The applause for Bane was thunderous. All of the guys in the club were chomping at the bit to bid on him in the auction. Bane saw Onca wink
at him; he was currently getting a massage from a hunky tiger morph.
"Well that was quite the routine!" Ozzy said. "Now, who wants to bid on this young stud in the auction?"
The bids starting coming, quickly and furiously. 2,000$ was transcended easily, then $3,000, then $4,000. Bane even passed Onca's $4,200
mark thanks to a table of bunny boys who really wanted him. They were in a bidding war with a sexy lion and a different table filled with
diverse morphs.
"$5,000," a voice rang out. Going once, going twice, sold! Bane was pointed to join the table with the...