IV
Night Rage and Vinyl Scratch made their way through the back halls of the strip club, where the lap dances were done in private. There were small, dressing-room-sized areas on each side of the hall, where curtains were hung and were eitehr pulled shut or open. Most of them were open, however there were a few that were pulled closed, and silhouettes of dancing mares were shown in the dark red lighted rooms. The hallways was light with only a dim, rainbow-colored disco ball that spun slowly, barely lighting the hallway. Vinyl informed Night about a client she had in a few days quietly on the way to Night's next customer.
"Now, Cash Stash informed me that your upcoming gig in the V.I.P. room is REALLY important. You could make THOUSANDS of bits in just one night!" Vinyl levitated a piece of gum into her mouth, her big, circular, reflective sunglasses making her bright red eyes invisible. "Apparently, your upcoming client thinks you sound like the best money he'll ever spend. That's really saying something, you know. He really loves prostitu-" Vinyl cut herself short, tensing at what she nearly said. Night flinched unnoticably, knowing that her friend's words were true; Night Rage was a prostitute. There was no denying it.
"It's alright," Night Rage said quietly, sounding like Fluttershy. "I know what I am. I'm not ashamed." Vinyl smiled sheepishly as they stepped quietly down the hall toward the room where Night Rage's next customer was waiting; not doubt impatiently.
"Sorry," Vinyl said. "Didn't mean to embarrass you."
"I'm not embarrassed, so no worries." Night smiled. "Okay?" Vinyl nodded in response as they reached the closed, red, velvet curtain that was toward the back of the hall, near the V.I.P. room where Night Rage's important customer would be in just two days. Night breathed a nervous sigh at the thought. She was worried about screwing up, sure, but that would be the near the date of Rarity's bachelorette party, no doubt. She was lucky enough to get her friends out of the apartment and touring the city of Canterlot.
"Hey," Vinyl said, sensing Night's fear , regaurdless that it wasn't about the client. "Don't worry. You'll do fine." She bumped Night's hip with her own in a playful manner. Night giggled playfully and hoof bumped Vinyl Scratch. "Now get in there and show that colt a good time!" She finished, determination on her face. Night Rage smiled in determination as well and nodded, turning to the velvet, red curtains. She drew them back and slid into the room sexily, closing the curtains seductively as she made her way toward the excited colt that was seated on the red, cushioned, armless chair. She did a sexy lap dance complete with a "happy ending", where she allowed him to make out with her, tongue and all, just becasue she was in a good mood. No charge, even. She could feel his hot, masculine body on topof her. This colt clearly enjoyed the tough, gothic type. So she didn't act like the cute, defensless type. His hooves rubbed her selder, yellow-coated body. Her thin fur was wet with sweat, and his mouth clasped around hers, his tongue moving gently around her mouth. Night Rage's own tongue touched his, creating an imaginative spark that make her hug her front hooves around him. His mouth then unattached itself from hers and made it's way to her neck, sucking, kissing and licking it intensively. Night Rage moaned in approval. She moved her hind legs and rubbed his, her black-purple hair sticking to her sticky, sweaty facce, and a few strands getting caught in her hair.
Night felt his mouth move, kissing down her side, making her way down to her legs. His mouth was just above her pelvis when she realized what was happening.
"Woah, woah, hold it!" She snapped angrily,stopped him and shoving her off her body with the flick of a hoof. His mouth was open, he was ready to lick her. He was drooling, staring at her. Night Rage could tell that his hunger wasn't yet satisfied. Reluctantly, she sexily crawled on top of him, acting like this was part of the act; she acted as though she was supposed to push him off, interrupting his desires. It clearly worked, as his eyes narrowed, his hunger growing, wanting more. Night Rage wrapped her lap around his stomach, touching the colts chest with her front hooves. She did a final lap dance move, stretching back and showing her "nether region" to him for a brief, barely noticable second. When she crawled back, slowly, she could tell he saw what he needed. For the final part of the happy ending, she unbuckled the belt that was around his pants and reached her hooves down into his pants. She enjoyed the look of pleasure on his face as she committed the Happy Ending.
I am a prostitute, Night Rage thought-with a hint of sadness-as she finished the Happy Ending, the colt moaning with pleasure.