Bane pelted down the hall and into the bar at a dead run, his bare feet slapping the floor. The room erupted as soon as he burst through the swinging doors. He launched himself at the bar pole without slowing down. Bane caught the pole with both hands, he extended his body and did a full flying swing around the pole to start. The crowd roared at the display of strength and coordination.
Bane grabbed the pole and wrapped his legs around it, then arched his body back as he did a slow slide to the bar top, his erect cock grinding against the metal all the way down. It felt so good he almost came in his thong.
From there he was on autopilot performing high energy moves while playing to the crowd. The pounding throbbing music carried him through the entire performance. He stuck his tongue out suggestively and made a come hither motion with his tail to a half-feline at a table, then knelt and ran a hand up the chest of a horse man at the bar, who let out a screaming neigh in response. Within seconds the hapless equine was sporting a 2 foot flaring erection, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.
Ozzy’s eyes were riveted on Bane. He was dancing like someone who did this full time for a living. Even more so due to the enhanced strength and endurance granted to all the dancers as part of the transformation. No question, Bane was one of those rare natural talents that the island was always in search of, but seldom found. A wide smile crossed the otter man’s face as he realized that this might be a record setting evening for profits, plus a bonus from the head office once Bane was recruited to the permanent staff.
All too soon the music stopped. Bane couldn’t resist letting out a long howl to close the performance as he arched his back and ground his crotch against the pole one final time. The applause was thunderous, even Rufus and Onca were clapping and whistling.
The bidding was spirited and aggressive. Bane couldn’t believe his ears as the price passed $8000, finally ending at $8250. He leapt across the bar and did a pole swing worthy of Tarzan as he landed on the winning table.
All eyes in the bar were fixed on Bane. He stood there confidently knowing what a sexy and powerful creature he was. He enjoyed the attention, in fact it was like a drug to him only pushing him harder to perform. He smiled broadly at the winning bidders who looked upon him with open lust and rising erections.