Crazy Diamond

I can feel a cold sweat seeping over my body as I put on my “uniform”, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of my stomach as I prepare to make my way to the stage, the air smelling like a combination of stale feminine juices mixing with Mike’s Tuna Taco buffet.

Roco, one of my buddies, pats me on the shoulder and hands me a bit of oil.“You gonna be okay man, you like kinda sick?”
“Just a little nervous. Heard there was going to be a lilim here today.”

Roco gives me a reassuring smile as he pats me on the back, “You’re the champ man, you’ll be fine. Plus, we’ve got some Spade muscle and you’ve already got a claim stacked on you. Nothin’s gonna happen.”

I nod, half listening to his words as I begin to pour the oil over my skin. It’s never easy. People tell you that you get over stage fright if you perform enough…that might be true for some, but this place is Diamond in the Rough, the most popular strip club in Viceland. Mamonos flock from every corner of the States to relax and unwind, indulging in the sensual pleasure offered by the Trumparts running the city. But sometimes, they get a little…overindulgent. And the more powerful ones don’t take no for an answer.
I love my job, but it’s always a tense day when an S-class customer strolls into town, especially a lilim.

As I continue to slather the oil onto myself, my hand stops as I touch the large tattoo on my left shoulder. Most people would just see it as an Ace of Diamonds, but Mamonos…Mamonos know what this really is. A mark of ownership. More sacred than a wedding ring. I smile as my fingers trace the contour of the prominent A in the left corner of the playing card. Most marks were done with less visual cues. Scent on most beast women. Sometimes a lover’s scale from a lamia. It wasn’t uncommon for Trumparts to entrust their mates with a playing card that held a piece of their aura, scented their owner’s claim with the aura of their lovers. But Maddie had insisted on a tattoo. She’d even done the ink herself, infusing the red, cursive A with a portion of her mana. It was my good luck charm, and in many ways, it’d been the only thing keeping me out of the clutches of the cock hungry Mamonos on the stage.

Sensing my fear, Roco gave me an encouraging pat on the back. “You’re gonna be okay, champ. They’re not gonna mess with you. You’re the boss’s man. Even a lilim’s not stupid enough to fuck with her.

“Thanks, Roco,” I say as I try to push past the nervousness and give him a smile.
“No problem, man. Gotta look out for my ‘big brother’ “He says with a laugh as he points to his own tattoo, and image of a 10 of Diamonds.

“Well, I guess I’ve got to look out for you too. Tina would never forgive me if you got snatched by a lilim!"

“Ha! That’d be the day! An ugly mug like me? I’m lucky I got a Ten!”  He says with a chuckle

“Gentlemen!” A sharp voice calls across the room, “I need to speak to Mr. Diamond. Now.”

Roco gives me a sympathetic look before slinking off behind the curtain as the rest of the attendant’s scurry around the room, trying to look as busy as possible. A tall, imposing Danuki appears out of the shadows of the backstage, her sharp auburn brown eyes scanning every inch of my body before walking over to me, her large, bountiful curves fit to bursting against the scandalous excuse for a business suit she’s “wearing.”

“Michael.” She says in a cold tone before brushing an errant strain of hair out of my face.

“Yukiko” I say, bowing my head in acknowledgment.

“We’ve got quite the crowd outside.” She says as she takes the oil out of my hands and applies it to her own. I gasp as she begins to run her hands over my chest, my pecs glistening in the dim light of the backstage as she speaks to me. “I need you to pull out all the stops for me today. We’ve got a potential sponsor in the audience.”

I nod my head as I continue to sweat, though this time I’m not sure if it’s from fear of performing or fear of Maddie catching Yukiko’s scent on my- “Ahh! Hey watch where you’re putting those!” I say.

Yukiko gives me a smirk before she takes her hands off my ass, “Don’t worry, love. I’m just teasing you. Now,” she says as she rests her hand on my thigh, “Go out there and blow their panties off.”

“I thought the expression was socks?” I say with a confused frown.

“Did I fucking stutter?” She says with a sultry grin before pinching me on the thigh. Before I can shout out in protest, she’s already turned around, her fluffy tail brushing against my nose as she struts out of the room on her high heels. I roll my eyes as Yukiko exits the stage. She’s the best damn manager the Diamond has ever seen…but goddamn she can be a bit too “friendly”.

She’s right though, the future of the club could depend on the sponsorship. I may belong to an Ace but this is still MY job and MY club. Can’t let my pride as a man get tarnished just cause I’ve got an S-class watching over me.

Breath in. Breath out. Center yourself. Don’t focus on the audience. Just focus on the choreography and the routine. Confidence fills my body as I begin tapping my foot to the rhythm of my favorite song. A grin appears on my lips as I place a white, black brimmed cap on my head.

“You chief! What are we playin’ today?” One of the technicians calls from above.

“Candyman, Larry” I say as my grin blossoms into a full smile.

“Oh shit…” he mutters. “You heard him boys! And get the mops ready on the double!”

I start bobbing my head up and down, flowing with my own personal rhythm as I throw back the curtains to the stage.

It’s show time!
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For a minute, everything is dark, my presence on stage unnoticed thanks to the lack of lighting. In the dim light of the club, I can make out most of the audience. Looks like a full house. There’s a pair of raiju in the front, laughing and saying something in Japanese as they send little bits of electricity into their drinks.  Three onis are sitting by the front of the stage, guzzling down beer pitchers longer than my head.  Damn, looks like another Wererabbit bridal shower…there are at least fifteen of them giggling as the girl of honor at the end of the table tries not to blush. Rose is in her usual corner, the enterprising manticore surrounded by a throng of her harem, her men all loving and fondling on her as she slides a jar of needles to a shady looking Danuki to her left…Oh never mind. That’s just Yukiko.

And that’s when I see the Lilim. Her skin was so white, so pure and perfect that even in the hazy darkness of the club, I could tell she was one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen, her raven dark hair contrasting with the pale luminescent skin, black leathery wings on her back and a rack of intricate, dark horns emerging from the sides of her head. Even from here, I could feel a palpable purple aura drifting off her as she observed her surroundings with aloof indifference, a glass of blood red wine in her hand.
All right Mike, it’s time to show this biblical demon what a real man can do with a set of go-go shorts and some body oil! “Hit it, Charlie!”

One of the technicians give me a nod before tossing his cigarettes onto the floor and focusing every set of spotlights on me as I emerge from the darkness, complete with a bit of pink fog to add that extra little wow factor. Everyone’s attention becomes focused on me as I stride onto the center stage in my uniform, a set of tear away white dress pants with black professional shoes, a vest that’s far too tight to cover anything and a black billed white cap perched at a jaunty angle on my head.

I don’t always break out the Candyman. It’s my personal favorite routine, but I don’t want it to get stale. Today though...today we are pulling out all the stops.

“And now introducing, Crazy Diamond!”

I begin to sing as I move with the rhythm of the music, hand on hip as my finger points out across the audience.
“Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew” I point the bunbun in the middle of her bridal party and give her a sultry wink. She turns bright red as her girls begin to whoop and holler.

“Cover it with choc’late and make a miracle or two” Hand still on my hip, I begin to gyrate as I turn to the raijus and blow them a kiss.

“The candy man can, oh the candy man can!” I rip off my vest and with a flourish, toss it into the audience. One of the onis catches it giving me a lust filled grin as she brings the garment up to her nose and takes in my scent.

“The candy man can ‘cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.” I echo the music as I begin to move into my routine, placing my hands behind my head and doing a few well timed pelvic thrusts before turning around and giving the mamonos in the audience a view of my ridiculously tight pants. With one clean motion, I tear off my shorts and toss them behind me, revealing my diamond studded g string and allowing the horny monsters in the audiences a perfect view of my ass before I begin to dance, moving with the music, allowing it to fill me. There’s no distractions. The audience fades around me as I feel myself moving to the beat, singing along at points as I continued to throw catty winks and blow kisses into the audience, my oiled muscles rippling in the bright light of the club.

 I’ve climbed onto the stripper pole now, my muscular body twining with the cold steel as I gracefully maneuver around the pole.
Now it’s time for my favorite part, “turning on the charm”. A bright red aura begins to glow around me, magnifying my movements, causing every turn around the pole, ever arm movement, even every little coy wink to become exaggerated. Mana begins to flood the air from my mark as I let it loose, seeping into the girls’ and mixing with their own, furthering immersing them in the experience. With this much mana, it’s like they’re on the stage next to me, just tantalizingly out of touch.

The wolf girls in the back begin to howl, their tails swishing violently as a couple of them have begun to finger themselves with their big meaty paws.

Table #6, the bunny bridal party, has most of the girls huddled together, their hands pressed shamelessly into their underwear, a thin puddle of thin cum oozing out of the bottom of the table. Some of the girls are even passed out, fainted from taking in too much mana.
Rose’s private table has turned into a personal, one woman gangbang. She’s sucking one of her husband’s cocks with her mouth while another is bearing the full brunt of her tail pussy. Meanwhile, I can barely make out another’s head under the table, causing the table to shake as the back of his head bobs into it.

On the front row, The onis have drunk themselves into a frenzy, cat calling and throwing me 20s as they beat their chests like apes trying to attract a mate. The one with my vest has it wrapped around her neck like a scarf, occasionally sniffing the garment when she thinks I’m not looking.

And finally, the lilim’s table. My aura has already influenced her. She’s trying to hide it, but I can see one of her hands moving vigorously under the table.  I do everything I can, turn on as much charm as I can without turning this whole place into a full-on orgy. I signal one of the spotlights to go into the audience, hitting right over her table.

“Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream, Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream” I sing, the words giving me the confidence to climb off the stripper pole. At this point, I’m focusing everything I have on her, my eyes staring into hers with such bright intensity that she begins to look hot and bothered.I give her one last wink and toss her my hat. She catches it, gives me a dumbstruck look before a massive, purple blush spreads across her face. “The candy man can, the candy man can.” I say, arm out stretched as an I blow a little kiss towards my host.

Almost as if on cue, the song ends and the spotlights come off, masking my escape back behind the curtains. For a moment, everything is quiet, and then, as the audience regains their senses, it erupts like a tidal wave, the audience cheering for my return, asking for an encore.

I’m covered in sweat as I make my way back to my dressing room. Normally I’d indulge them, but tonight is date night and that was my last dance.

I look in the mirror, exhausted, hair matted with sweat, and crack a wry grin. I made a lilim blush tonight.

God…I love my job.