"No Trixie will not stick her muzzle under your tail!" Trixie shouted indignantly
Trixie was very good at expressing indignation, the various denizens of the Plot Hole were learning. The fact that she actually had what a normal pony would consider grounds for indignation this time didn't seem to make a noticeable difference. Trixie was just that good.
The perverted ape creature lifted the aforementioned tail and whipped it forward to wrap the prehensile member around one of Trixie's forelegs. Trixie tried to pull back but the ape creature laughed wildly and jerked her into his grubby palms with terrifying strength. Trixie could smell the reek of alcohol on his breath as he dragged her towards his face for a slobbery kiss.
Trixie lowered her head and shanked the filthy monkey in the chin. Her horn wasn't long enough to do any serious harm, but a sharp alicorn to the face was still enough to distract him from his rapey impulses. Especially once Trixie conjured a jolt of electricity to drive the point home. Normally that spell barely tickled its target when Trixie cast it but normally it wasn't coming from subdural range into the target's face. The ape thing fell back on the floor and proceeded to thrash wildly to the tune of simian shrieks of pain.
Trixie should have backed away then, and most mares working at the Plothole would have because they had good sense and cared more about their safety and well-being than their pride, but nopony had ever accused Trixie of having good judgment. She charged up her horn again and sent another shock of electricity arcing into the chimp. This time she aimed for its ugly erect red penis. There was a sizzling sound and the ape creature's howls increased in pitch and volume.
Trixie was getting ready for another shot when she realized that somepony was standing next to her. She looked over to see Brute Force looming menacingly at the rowdy patron. Brute Force was very good at looming. Almost as good as Trixie was at expressing indignation, though his looming seemed to be more effective at conveying the idea that Trixie was not interested in having sex with any particular individual and probably could not be persuaded to reevaluate this position.
Trixie threw her head back. "There you are. Trixie wishes this rubbish disposed of."
Brute Force gave the ape a glare and gestured towards the door with his head. The ape creature flipped itself over and scampered away on all fours with a strange, limping gait. Trixie watched it go from down her nose before flicking her mane again and giving Brute Force a cross look.
"Trixie wished for the ape creature to be taught a lesson," she sniffed.
Brute Force grunted. "Ain't paid to be no teacher."
"Hmpff," Trixie said disdainfully. "Trixie's next routine starts soon. She must go prepare herself."
Brute Force grunted eloquently. "You're already wearing your costume."
"Silly stallion," Trixie sneered. "Trixie will be debuting her new socks tonight."
With that she sauntered off, flank upthrust and swaying. Brute Force paid her absolutely no attention. Trixie pretended that she didn't care and wasn't looking for it.
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"Thank you, thank you, Trixie appreciates your adoration!" Trixie said as she rose from her bow to stand straight on her hind hooves. She waved at the crowd as she did, giving them all one last look at Trixie's underside and swaying flank before summoning her cape back and donning it with a flourish.
"Trixie must go now, but should her less erotically adept co-workers fail to satisfy you know that Trixie is available for private performances on request!"
Blue smoke rose around Trixie in a cloud and hid her from sight. "Bring cash!" she cried in a voice that echoed grandly through the building. And then Trixie was gone.
Pimp Slap was waiting for her in the dressing room. He wasn't happy and made no effort to hide it.
"Trixie, you're pissing off the other mares," he said without preamble.
Trixie looked confused. "What other mares?"
Pimp Slap face hoofed. "The other mares who work the stage here you crazy broad!"
"Oh." Trixie thought about that for a moment before shrugging. "Trixie does not care."
The sound of Pimp Slap's teeth grinding was audible even over the music playing on stage.
"I can see that," he said through gritted teeth. "That's the problem."
Trixie sniffed. "Trixie is above such things."
"Trixie isn't going to be above anything if Pimp Slap kicks her out of his club for making his life more difficult than it has to be," Pimp Slap said flatly.
Trixie froze. "What?"
"You heard me."
"But Trixie is irreplaceable!" Trixie protested. "Nopony is as beautiful as Trixie or better able to put on an erotic show!"
Pimp Slap forced his jaw to unclench. "Listen Trix," he said. "Can I call you Trix?"
He didn't wait for a reply.
"I think we both know that you've seen and done a whole lot more than most mares your age."
"Than most mares of any age," Trixie sniffed, but Pimp Slap could tell she was listening.
"Right, right," he continued. "And it stands to reason that you're more used to having the spotlight to yourself and doing your own thing than most of your fellow performers here."
"Trixie thinks that should go without saying, for nopony is more deserving of attention and acclaim than the Great and Powerful Trixie!" she said, throwing her hooves up as she did. Pimp Slap patiently waited for her to finish.
"Right!" Pimp Slap agreed. He forced himself to keep the irritation out of his voice. "But most ponies are set in their ways and don't react well to having their worldview threatened."
"That is one of many ways in which Trixie is superior to all other ponies," Trixie agreed. Trixie was clearly warming to the conversation.
"So out of consideration for all us poor normal ponies who ain't as good as Trixie could you please tone it down a notch so that the other girls won't feel so bad?"
Trixie pondered that. Pimp Slap struggled to keep the smile fixed on his face. Finally Trixie said, "Trixie will consider it. Now if you will excuse Trixie, Trixie's next solo performance begins soon. Trixie's time has been reserved for somepony's twenty first birthday party!"
With that there was a sudden plume of smoke and Trixie was gone. Pimp Slap coughed and turned back to his office. "Could this get any worse?" he asked.
As Pimp Slap was walking back through the lounge he heard a scratchy, tomboy voice from a group of ponies entering the Plothole together.
"Geez Twi, I still can't believe you'd never been to a strip club."