White Rabbit [closed for dragonrazor]

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The White Rabbit was a popular, though exclusive, nightclub. The guest list was invitation-only and security was tight. Inside, the club was a popular hangout for humans and humanoid animals. Its reputation was excellent for its exclusive guests, though those left out often looked down upon it. Originally a dance club, it drifted more towards the sex industry after it gained a new owner.

Within this exclusive crowd was a regular. Kirrah was one of those humanoid animals. She was a rabbit. Just barely five feet tall, she usually ended up looking up to the person she danced with. Her fur was creamy white, splotched with brown and black spots. One black spot covered her left eye. Her eyes were brown and her waist-length hair was black streaked with red and pink. She wore a snug red tank top, a black leather skirt and knee-high black leather boots. A collar was around her neck, the O ring dangling at the base of her throat. Several glow bracelets were around her wrists. As she danced to the fast-paced music, they created whirling designs of neon light in the air. She danced wildly with anyone who approached. This was where she loved to be, on the dance floor. This is where she felt alive.
 
Ken Minaka couldn't believe his luck. He'd been personally handed an invitation to the White Rabbit club. He'd heard of it, but never been beyond the corner across from it. What was more unexpected was the person who had handed him the invite. She had known him a long time, but they'd been out of touch for ages. When she'd showed up with a signed invitation, and a list of some gals she thought he might be interested in, he had practically passed out. It took him the better portion of the day to get the right outfit ready, but now, here he was. He stood just inside the club, taking in the sight, before being led over to the old bar countertop that now served more than just booze. He followed quietly, and had almost gotten to the bar when he was grabbed suddenly and pulled onto the dance floor.

He blinked a few times, staring, and realized he had been hijacked by a very sexy bunny with beautiful patterned fur and multicolored hair. Then he realized she was dancing against him, and blushed a bit, before slowly starting to dance with her. After several minutes, when the music stopped, he cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm Ken. And you?"
 
"I'm Kirrah," she said, a grin pulling at her lips. Mischief danced in her eyes. Ignoring the DJ calling out shout outs and song requests, she asked, "What brings you to the White Rabbit?"
 
Ken blushed a bit, and nodded. Then he blinked at her question. "Yeah, an old friend of mine handed me an invite. It's a great place. And I've never seen so many beautiful women." He blushed again at that, and cleared his throat.
 
She giggled a bit at the blush. He looked wonderfully embarrassed. "That's one of the things this club is known for," she said. "It's one of the reasons why the club is so exclusive. I was invited a few years ago from the owner's girlfr...ex-girlfriend."

Another song began playing, even faster than the previous one. Excitement lit up her eyes. "Ahh, this song rocks! Dance with me!"

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled him back to her, already caught up in the song.
 
He blinked, then moaned softly as she pulled him against her, putting pressure on his now-straining erection. He slowly started following her lead, dancing with her, beginning to enjoy the music. More importantly, he was starting to enjoy the feel of the soft bunny pressed against him. His hands went to her hips, as he moved with them. He began to wonder how much of his arousal was the bunny, and how much was the song. Maybe it was a collection of factors, he thought. Either way, he was definitely enjoying his time at the club.
 
Kirrah's grin turned to something more devious as she noticed his sudden reaction to her dancing. The raunchy lyrics of the song influenced how she moved and she wondered if it influenced Ken as well. She pulled away slightly, mischief still bright in her eyes. "So, how are you liking the club so far?"
 
Ken's voice initially came out as a squeak. He cleared his throat, then tried again. "It's nice. I don't see any of the things I heard rumours about though. I think I might need to sit down for a bit. I'm feeling a bit warm." He didn't say anything about why he was a bit warm. Of course, he didn't really need to explain. He didn't realize that, but she did.
 
"There's a bar over there that you can sit down at. I'll show it to you," she offered. She took his hand into hers and pulled him out of the crowd.

She sat on a barstool and motioned for him to sit next to her. Curious, she asked, "What were the rumors you heard?"
 
He followed her slowly, and then sat down. He blushed when she asked about the rumours, and looked away, stammering a bit before speaking. "W-w-well, I had heard that there was supposed to be a lot of...um...." He let his voice trail off, unsure how to put it.
 
"A lot of what?" she asked. She had a feeling on what he was trying to say, having dealt with new people before, though she would let him say it.
 
He felt her gaze on him, and blushed more, glad for the darkness. He cleared his throat a few times, then shook his head. "It's not really that important, but I heard rumours about sex going on in here. Though I suppose that dancing came damned close, didn't it?" He grinned sheepishly.
 
She giggled again. "Oh, there's sex everywhere, if you know where to look for it. People can be pretty discreet if they want to, although there's another room for anyone who wants...more than what can be offered on the dance floor." She paused for a second, taking in his grin. "So I guess that means you like dancing with me, Ken?"
 
Ken nodded slowly. "Yeah. I've never met a woman who was even willing to dance like that alone, let alone with a guy pressed up against their...uh. Anyways, it was fun. Dare I ask what you do for an encore?" He smiled, looking at her, only now noticing the twinkle in her eye.
 
The grin lost its innocence and turned into something more wicked. Shaking her head, she said, "Uh-uh. You want an encore, you have to do something for it."

With that, she took off her collar and handed it to him. "We go back to the dance floor and you try to collar me. If you can do it then...well..." She trailed off and winked at him. "How about it?"
 
He blinked, confused, and looked down at the collar in his hand. Before he could say anything, he looked up to see her already heading for the dance floor. He raised an eyebrow, and got to his feet, taking a sip of a drink and heading after her. He followed her around the dance floor, trying to ask her how exactly he was supposed to put the collar on her, but every time he got close, she darted away or he got cut off by someone moving between them.
 
"Come and get me!" she called out over the music. She wove in and out of people, making her way back to him. She snuck up behind him, pulling him to her. She whispered, "What are you waiting for?" into his ear before she took off again.
 
He jumped in surprise when she grabbed him from behind and whispered in his ear. Before he could turn around, she had darted off into the crowd again. He swore, then looked around, and started planning his movements. He came up behind her, and went to put the collar around her neck. Unfortunately, he noticed her ears twitch, and before he could get any closer, she darted away again. He stared at her tail as she moved through the crowd, continuing to think.
 
Not close enough, she thought, amused.

She didn't know how long this game would continue, but it was definitely fun. The confused look on his face was enough to make her try harder to avoid him. By now, she had passed the same couples a few times. They watched, also amused. They understood this game.

She once again snuck up behind him and pulled his arms behind his back. "You're going to have to try harder if you want to win."

With that, she released him and disappeared again.
 
He raised an eyebrow, and then got an idea. He smiled, and walked over to the bar, taking a seat. He held the collar in one hand, and ordered a drink, then turned to watch confusion set in on her end. He clearly wasn't following the usual pattern, but his idea was unique. He sipped at the drink, waiting for her to have a seat.
 
"Huh?" She asked. She was clearly confused. Was he going to ignore her? Maybe she had misjudged him. Maybe his encore offer wasn't an offer after all...

Frowning slightly, she made her way over to the bar and approached him. "Gave up?"
 
He looked at her for a moment, then smiled, and looked at the club. "Got tired of chasing you." He brought his hand up, and snapped the collar closed around her neck, then grinned. "So I decided to make you come to me."
 
Kirrah's eyes widened, realizing his plan. As the collar closed around her neck, she chuckled. "Clever."

She sighed and leaned in closer to him. "Alright, you won. Now then...about that encore..."
 
He smiled, then looked into her eyes. Then he saw how close she was getting to him. He blushed, and cleared his throat. "Um. So what does an encore usually entail?" In spite of himself, he was hard in his pants again, as he felt the heat coming from her body.
 
With Ken sitting and Kirrah standing, they were about the same height, though he was still taller than her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, coming in even closer. Her nose was inches from his. Her gaze met his as she said, "It all depends on you...on what you like..."

The wicked grin reappeared as one hand slid down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. "How far you're wiling to go...what you're willing to do to get it..."
 
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