Lady's Man (anon fucks up)

	Tonight was your night. That's what you told yourself as you made your way towards the men's room; a spring in your step and a sly smile on your face. You'd never exactly been a popular with the fairer sex, but tonight the woman couldn't help but fall for you. First it was that cute bunny girl; winking at you as you payed the cover charge at the door; the look you got from her practically made your heart skip a beat. Then that bear; singling you out during her striptease and coming an inch away from kissing you on the lips. God, you could still smell the perfume and motor oil. Yes sir, you were on a roll this evening, and as you spotted a rather aloof looking fox leaning against the wall and scanning fellow clients, you decided that now was the time to really see how far you could take this.
	“Hey there, foxy lady.” You didn't even have to plan that one; the charm was just oozing from you. “How about you and me head to the bar so I can by you a drink?” Chicks love it when you buy them stuff.
	Eying you up and down, the look of disinterest on her face remained despite your come on. “No drinks on the job. Besides, I'm on security tonight. Why don't you go ask one of the girls working the floor?”
	Clearly she was playing hard to get, but you could already feel the cracks forming around that facade of disdain. Placing you palm on the wall next to her, you pinned her in and grinned confidently. This was a nut ready to crack,
	“Come on now, don't be like that, beautiful.” Chicks like it when you compliment them too. “I just wanna get to know you.”
	Grumbling to herself, the fox sidestepped you and jabbed a somewhat intimating hooked hand in your direction. “No free rides, kid. If you're looking for a date go talk to the bird. She'll set you up with a good price. Now kindly move along and there won't be an incident.”
	With that she turned around and began walking away; her soft fuzzy fox tail swinging seductively behind her. This chick may have said no, but everything about her screamed yes; and obviously this was your cue to make your move. Reaching out towards her sexy swinging backside, a red flash intercepted your arm and took hold of your wrist. Before you knew what was happening, you found yourself pinned against the wall; her hook at your throat and enough pressure on your arm that you worred she would snap the bone.
	“Do. Not. Touch. Me.” She glared daggers at you, causing you to suddenly remember your full bladder. “Do not touch me. Do not touch any of the girls. This is your last chance. You wanna have a good time? Fine. But follow the rules.”
	Releasing your wrist and pulling away, you held your arm as the pain dissipated; rubbing the mark she left on your skin as you brace yourself against the wall behind you. She liked it rough, that was pretty plain to see, but two could play that game. After all, chicks love it when guys act assertive and masculine. Everyone knows that. What this fox wanted was a big strong man to put her in her place, and you were more than willing to be that man.
	“Hey now baby,” you reached out to her. “Wh-”

	Coming too, the first thing you noticed was the grimy carpeting pressing against you cheek. Blinking a few times, you gradually realized that you were lying sideways on the floor; pinned down as something soft but heavy pressed tightly against your neck. Looking up out of the corner of your eye, you realized that the foxbot you'd been chatting up was holding you down under her foot; seething with contempt as she tapped her other foot impatiently. Trying to struggle, she nearly doubled the pressure against you as she grimaced down at you.
	It was then that you noticed the dampness. Terror began to build as the implications took root in your mind. You were making your way to the bathroom before all this started after all, and you couldn't help but noticed that the pressure in your bladder was no longer present. Forcing your eyes downward, your fears were validated as you found yourself lying in a puddle of your own urine. Much as you tried to fight it, tears began forming in you eyes as the gravity of your situation became more than you could handle.
	“Foxy?” a voice called out from behind one of the hallway doors. “Did they haul off that guy yet?”
	Looking in the direction of the voice, that cute bunny girl from earlier entered the room, and for an instant, the two of you made eye contactable. She said nothing, but the look on her face would burn in your mind forever. How pathetic you seemed to her; how utterly disgusting and loathsome. A crying pervert lying in his own waste being restrained by an irate stripper. Quickly, you looked away, not wanting to see the truth of yourself in her. With a muted “oh” she turned away and closed the door behind her; a few other patrons peaking through the closing crack to get a look at the unscheduled show.
	After what felt like an eternity of waiting in silence, another voice made itself known from down the hallway outside of your field of vision.
	“Sorry for the hassle officers, but you know we like to take care of these things discreetly.” The voice sounded like the bear from earlier. The head robot here or something.
	“It's no problem mam. Drunks fall over all the time. I'd ask if you want us to put the boots too him, but it seems that job's already been taken care of.”
	They laughed. They laughed and you felt nothing. Even as the fox removed her foot from your neck, the part of your brain that was in charge of such thoughts had long since quit on you. It hardly even registered as the two cops picked you up off the ground and began hauling you away; reminding the pudgy brown bear to put a good word in to their captain next time he stopped by as they threw you into the back of their cruiser. Embarrassing as it was, you were happy to finally be out of there. At least the night couldn't get any worse.
	“Pfft, you believe this idiot. Trying to hit on an ex combat robot like that?” the officer behind the wheel . “Wait till I tell the guys in filing ol' Captain Wilhelm's prostate massager punched a guy so hard he peed himself.
	“Ohhhh, shit!” came his partner. “That was her?”
	The officer turned around; grinning like a fool as he knocked on the cage to get your attention.
	“Hey, lady's man. Out of all the weird ass tail you could'a been chasing, why'd you go after the one with a doggy dick?”
	The two men burst out laughing again as you curled up on the seat; desperately wishing you were still unconscious.