A tiny room was crowded with several dozen more people than it was meant to hold in a comfortable fashion. Mismatched tables set with mismatched chairs in mismatched angles lined what had previously been empty space around the club. The crowd pushed and squeezed in between each other, engaged in either cheerful banter or lonely drinking. Regardless, throngs of clearly single men, rows of impatiently tapping Faunus, and giggling groups of women were silenced as the voice of the room rang out.

"And people said I shouldn't have invested in extra bar stools... Shows what they teach at those academies these days; not a single damn thing about finance. Luckily, I figured out at a young age that pleasure garners more profit than getting shot at," the voice said, clearly communicating the owner's smug smile. "That being said, I still remember my academy days, so if you feel like copping a few extra feels than are deemed necessary, you get to deal with me and my six-shooter. That being said, we got a special treat and the return of a regular here tonight. Lights!"

On the command, the lights fell. What was once a loud hum of voices was reduced to an odd clink and a few shuffles.

Yang Xiao Long stood idly by, the feeling of anticipation almost palpable as she heard the rumbling of the lights. Tonight, she had a grand ambition.

"Now, believe me, it took a lot of convincing for me to allow this, but some people have a way with words, especially if those words are coming from a scantily clad blonde and are part of my line of business. As per our agreement, tonight and probably tonight only, you can touch the eye candy, and don't feel the need to hold back at all. We're talking slap happy, ass grabby touch, too," the voice started, dripping with lecherous tones. "That being said, be careful, cuz boy does she burn, and stay away from the hair if you feel like keeping the bits that brought you here. She's got something in mind that I think y'all will like, but I'm not responsible for my client's... methods of getting where she'll be going. You can't sue is what I'm getting at. Goldilocks, you're on!"

Yang remembered the very short meeting with Queen regarding her original inquiry about a job at Wonderland so long ago. All it had took was the closing of his door for him to vocally jump at her. She now silently thanked him for giving her the chance to let herself... Out tonight.

"How can I help— Aaand you're hired. Unless you're not here for a job, in which case I apologize for assuming, but there isn't much else here for someone as... Qualified as you."

Yang had noticed his eyes dart to her even-more-bursting-than-usual cleavage in the outfit she had been wearing, which wasn't exactly unintentional. She had also noticed the minimal patrons at his establishment react with substantially more enthusiasm as she passed through Wonderland late one night.

"I can't imagine you'd go unappreciated here at my fine establishment. Now, any stipulations? Usually girls like you tend to be a bit demanding."

Then, she hadn't felt the need to push his gratitude. It had been ages since Yang had felt the same level of satisfaction than when she went to Queen about taking him up on his original offer and the face that he had made in response when she finally took him up on his offer. Tonight, she had one stipulation, and she giggled at the lie he had told the crowd about it; there was no discussion of the terms. Her usually unmoving boss had a face befitting a man that had won the lottery, albeit with the slightest bit of hesitation. Nevertheless, Yang stood where she was, waiting for her time to start.

A brilliant yellow beam lit up at the end of the catwalk, bringing several groans from the lights in the rafters. The deep red curtain sat, unmoving, bathed in the sunny light with nothing accompanying it. A shared noise of confusion beset the club as the audience began wondering what was going on. The intercom once again began sputtering to life, the sleazy voice rising.

"Ah, I love subverting expectations. People really do need some surprise in their lives. HIT IT, BLONDIE!"

With a loud crash, the front doors burst open, accompanied by a dark boot with a burning orange bandana tied over it. After a moment held in a sustained kick, the boot dropped and brought attention to the owner, who placed her hands on her hips in a pose that shouted mastery. Her hair was drawn up in a blonde river, set in a thick ponytail by means of a crimson bow. Her copious amounts of hair seemed to shine as spotlights ached their way to the unforeseen location, the blonde bangs dropping over her face, highlighting her flawless skin, lilac eyes, and the arrogant smile of a woman owning the world in front of her. Around her neck was a glowing orange scarf, tied tight around her throat. Beneath, she wore a short brown jacket, zipped up halfway to reveal a bright yellow shirt decorated with a burning heart logo and that seemed to be bursting from her immense chest size. The sunshiny hem was high and revealed little cleavage, but all eyes were drawn to the small window formed by it and a black strap holding the two sides of her jacket together. While not particularly revealing, her top and jacket were clearly several sizes too small for a girl as tall and as stacked as the one currently wearing them was, covering yet simultaneously accentuating her assets as they squeezed her. The outline of two bra cups was more than clear due to the tightness of her yellow shirt, almost showing through the thin material as clear as day. The majority of her toned stomach was revealed, body lines drawing an arrow downward to a belt that hung low around her waist. It seemed to serve no other purpose than to hold up a familiar looking collar and half of a tan pleated skirt that covered her rear. It was noticeably unbuckled, revealing that her incredibly short black shorts were completely unzipped. A bright canary yellow peeked out from between the zipper; a closer inspection revealed that her panties, in addition to not being hidden at all, were hugging her waist higher than her low-hanging shorts were, the transparent lacy yellow waistband hanging several inches above the black of her pants. While the majority of her thighs and hips were fully uncovered, her legs were graced by a pair of fishnet stockings, stretching down in technical coverage before reaching the door stomping boots, orange bandana helping draw eyes up and down her long, luscious legs. With a quick step and an almost audible bounce, she began moving through the club, strutting like she owned the place.

"Now, let's see who is goddamn ready for this goddamn woman," Yang thought, happier than she had been in weeks.

With a smirk, she cupped her breasts in both hands, felt them up for a few seconds with her eyes closed in temporary pleasure, then began surveying the club's patrons. Locating her first target, she started sashaying towards a nearby table occupied by a broad and stoic blonde man in a stuffy business suit and several other business types, her hips bouncing side to side almost slightly more than was necessary. As she passed a few disappointed club goers, she made up for their lack of personal attention by hiking up her pants and flipping up her half skirt. Her perfect ass hung out of her tiny black shorts, giving the surrounding tables a quick view of her tight body and a glimpse of the now especially tightened front side. Seeing their chance, a few people reached out and lightly tapped her rear, each smack eliciting a small groan of pleasure from the blonde girl. With both sets of her cheeks significantly redder with a stinging amorous and a burning blush, she drew close to the man in the suit.

"You're big. How are you gonna do? C'mon, impress your friends." Yang dared him through her lascivious looks.

He had turned his chair to face her better. The other men at the table looked on in an envious anticipation as the blonde drew near. He opened his mouth, only to be quickly and prematurely silenced as the girl grabbed his tie and forced him down to eye level, arching his back in a clearly uncomfortable manner. Her cheeky smile and confident attitude caught him off guard to the delight of both his table mates and the girl herself. Her nose was almost touching his, the burning eye to eye causing his facade of bravado and stoicism to immediately fall apart.

"I suddenly feel less confident in this man's abilities," Yang thought, watching beads of nervous sweat begin forming on the man's quickly reddening face. "Be a man, you pussy."

As his face reddened and mouth descended to nervous babbles, she hooked a finger in her cleavage with her free hand and slowly began pulling down. Clearly enjoying her toy, the less dressed blonde drew the other's ear to her mouth and whispered something. His eyes were pointed intently down at the quickly deepening cleavage window, but whirled out of focus as he was flung back into his seat after being let go.

"Please do as you are told. I would hate for this to be a waste."

The girl's coy look turned to one of annoyance as she tapped her foot and glared at the man in front of her, whose previously imposing figure was now an unconfident mess of lust and questionable glances. After several seconds and several nods of assurance from the girl, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face with little more than a flaccid tap.

"Man, my tight ass." Yang glared at the blonde before her, disappointment clear to the entire room. "THIS IS HOW YOU SLAP SOMEONE!" she screamed silently in her head.

Yang felt a painfully satisfying sting as she slapped the man across the face with a magnificent smack that echoed throughout the club, her face one of boredom and pity. As he recovered from the assault, he was once again grabbed by the tie and dragged to the girl's beautiful and imposing face. She lightly kissed the quickly reddening handprint spreading across his face, returned to the front of his vision, then began tapping her cheek as she let him go again, bending over and presenting herself to him, ass once again peeking out from beneath her half skirt.

"Now, stop being a bitch," Yang almost blurted out before turning full sweetheart and giving him a cute smile.

A loud moan of pleasure accompanied the thwacking sound as Yang received a far more confident slap across her face. She flashed a pleasant smile and a genuinely thankful thumbs up as she waved goodbye to the blonde man, handprint almost invisible against his beet red face. His compatriots were caught between hearty laughs and disappointed looks of unmet desire.

"Now, is there a man in this room or am I wasting my time?"

She once again returned to her strut as she bounced her way from patron to patron. Reaching the nearest choice, she began leaning across the counter of the bar, breasts pressing into the dark countertop like pillows as she turned to a dark haired man with a set of doglike ears, resting her reddened cheek on her arm. She once again began hooking her shirt in her free hand's finger and slowly pulling down as she raised her ass up for the rest of the crowd. She giggled as she watched the dark haired Faunus turn red, eyes never leaving his.

"Eh, I guess it's pretty damn fun to immasculate random guys." The color of the Faunus' face filled Yang with unbridled joy as the crowd laughed. "But that's not why you can touch these tits tonight, boy."

As the dog eared man started to turn away in embarrassment, she grabbed his face and turned it to hers once more. She began inching her shorts down with one hand, slowly revealing more of her panties. A thin, canary yellow triangle peeked out of the back side as more transparent lace became apparent on the front. Before lowering them too much, she stopped and brought the Faunus' ear to her soft mouth. He drew back in ecstatic surprise and began considering after a few words were whispered. The blonde put her hands behind her and began rapidly bouncing up and down on her toes to draw as much attention to her jiggling chest as possible, now even more prominent from her light arch back.

"C'mon... Hurry up and make it hurt!" Yang wished she could command the man like a slave rather than just think of it, but she felt the cutesy, playful act was more appealing to the crowd. "Maybe next time. Guys like dominatrixes, right?" Her considerations were cut short as the man began to move.

The man raised his hands hesitantly before lightly tapping Yang's assets back and forth with wimpy slaps. Clearly disappointed again, she turned and faced a red haired man seated next to the Faunus, leaving him to sulk into his drink.

"Impress me. Please, for the sake of the male race, impress me."

Jiggling even more ferociously, she locked eyes with the man before lowering hers to her breasts. He enthusiastically began slapping her breasts with a heated rhythm without a second thought. The girl's face turned from a confident smile to a lust-filled mewl of ecstasy. For several seconds, her voice betrayed her in-control persona and showed her carnal side of passion, constantly flipping between pleasure filled gasps and horny begging as her tits were bounced around with fast pace, eliciting noticeable slapping sounds with each heaving moan.

"Oh my god yes," Yang mewled in her mind for several long seconds as she felt the bliss of being rough handled. "Guys aren't all disappointments."

Releasing her hands from the sustained hold behind her, Yang grabbed both of the red man's arms and dropped them, face returning to the cheeky smile she started with. With a quick leaning pose showing the man her cleavage, she playfully flicked him on the nose and left for the next lucky club goer.

"Are those what I think they are?" thought Yang as she eyed a specific table. "Oh, they ought to be good."

Yang bounced her way to a table of four younger looking male students. The closest one to her began reaching as she drew close before he was ignored completely and left with his hands to drop. She disregarded each of the four and leaned herself onto the table, breasts once again showing their softness as they pressed into it. She grabbed an amber bottle off the table and began gulping down the beer inside to the dismay of the person across from her that it belonged to. His annoyed whines were quickly silenced as the blonde removed the belt and half skirt from her dangerously low shorts, her mostly exposed thong now in a completely uninterrupted view in addition to the majority of her rear. The tightness of her pants even gave a slight glimpse of her womanhood as it clung to her inner thighs, just barely concealed by the black shorts. Tossing the leather belt to the ground, she lightly spanked her ass, still facing forward, bottle in mouth. She opened her eyes as she finished the drink, shining lilacs staring unblinkingly at the unfortunate sole across the table who was now down a drink that cost several dollars too much.

"I really needed that..." Yang drained the last few drops from her stolen drink. "Now, how's this for payment?" She winked at the person before her. "Just pretend, okay?"

The two students on either side of the girl looked at each other with lust filled eyes and each slapped a cheek of the girl's prominent rear. The enthusiastic force pushed Yang forward. The bottle still in her mouth was pushed deeper inside with a sudden jolt. She made no effort to remove it as it slid back to the tip of her mouth, and in fact began running with it in a not-so-subtle demonstration of a lewd act, bottle replacing the part of the anatomy usually involved.

"It'll never happen, lover boy, but hell if this is not as hot the goddamn sun right now," Yang thought as the force of the spanks on her ass shoved the bottle back just far enough to cause tears to well up in her eyes. She thought of how many eyes were on her and how many of them wanted to be in the bottle's position, or anywhere in, on or around her.

Her face, still red on one side, began sucking on the bottle as her hands began methodically twisting and stroking it, her eyes set with desire and never leaving the overjoyed look in the pair in front of her. As she was slapped again and again, she repeatedly lurched forward with stifled moans, continuing to deep-throat the bottle, making it clear that her tongue was working the glass with the expertise of a master. Any and all resentment of a few lost dollars left the person before her as she continued to tease him with a mock blowjob for several more minutes as her bobbing was punctuated by heartfelt slaps and squishes.

Yang felt herself get hotter as the mock sensation of performing oral ignited the passion in her body further. "Soon I'll be satisfied and it'll be the best feeling in the world." She let a long, lascivious moan leak out from behind the bottle and could feel the man before her quivering as he watched, transfixed by her technique as his hands wavered below the table. "Ugh, I need to cum."

When Yang decided she was finished, she slowly removed the bottle from her mouth, a trail of spit clinging to the edge of both hard glass and soft lips in a facsimile of something else that every man in the club wished belonged to him. She signaled for the two men to stop grabbing her ass and stood up from the table and turned away. She took a few steps away before turning back, rounding the corner and proceeded to lean in front of the fourth and up to this point ignored man at the table who didn't have the pleasure of getting to handle her body intimately nor the pleasure of her seductive and suggestive eye contact while sucking off a bottle. With a quick quizzical ponder, she shoved him face first into her lightly covered breasts, holding him there for several seconds as he squirmed in half part pleasure, half part suffocation. Releasing him with an erotic moan from both parties, she returned to face the club once more, but not before helping herself to a sample of the food on the table.

"Can't forget you, now, can I? This was fun, boys, but I'm not done yet." Yang surveyed the club before finding something that caused her to bounce up in glee.

Matching her pace to the upbeat music, Yang found her way to, of all things, a table populated by two attractive-but-not-currently-stripping women, one an equally busty blonde and the other her green haired compatriot. She wiggled her finger to either of them, asking for one to draw closer. The blonde looked at the green haired girl with eyes that almost sparkled, only to be met with an unenthusiastic nod towards Yang. With her hands primed for groping, she aimed herself at the stripper, only for her face to fall as the response was met by Yang turning and tapping her lithe shoulders.

"You should know how hard it is," Yang justified to herself as she glanced at the other blonde's huge chest. "Cute, busty, and blonde? You'll understand my needs better than anyone else here."

After a bit of extra prompting and a defensive shove, the seated blonde's hands found their way to Yang's shoulders and began kneading her thumbs into the crooks of Yang's back. The gentle massage was accompanied by the slowing of the music, stifling the sound until the low beat was overtaken by pleasant gasps as tension left the shoulders of the reason for the crowd. Yang began fondling herself once more as her enthusiastic massager drew her face close to hers. Yang leaned back and whispered another secret into the ears of her chosen. The response was a slow nod accompanied by a lecherous grin.

"Make it hot."

The two blonde's faces met in a passionate kiss as they turned their heads together, long locks of blonde hair falling over each other's shoulders. Hands still all over her chest and lips still locked, Yang unbuttoned her tan jacket's front and undid the neck strap, sliding it off her shoulders before flicking it behind the stage barrier onto the main stage proper. Her tiny yellow crop top was now fully uncovered, thin straps and tight golden cotton hugging every last inch of her torso, slightly transparent in the spotlight shining down on her. Her bra stuck out in what would be considered like a sore thumb were it not for the intricate lace and teasing cup outlines exposed by the mock sun and lack of other layers.

"Oh, that feels sooo much better," sighed Yang as she felt the tightness of her jacket fall to the ground. "My boobs have to breathe, dammit!"

After several minutes with their faces attached, Yang reached back and grabbed the other blonde's wrists, placing them onto her now more exposed breasts. With the serene grace of a wild animal attacking, the girl responded by kneading the soft globes with powerful gropes, instantly sending their owner into waves of intense moans as the two separated. She bit on her lower lip, obviously content with her first choice this time around. Rather than a look of disappointment and impatience, her eyes were closed in near ecstasy as she stroked the hair of her pleasure provider, who gripped and squeezed like a vice.

"This feels so goddamn good," Yang eked out as she felt her body be willingly violated by an overenthusiastic blonde. "Girls just do it better."

Yang lingered for several minutes longer than her previous escapades, only pushing her associate aside when the music began to transition from slow to fast, the bombastic tones rising again. With a tap on her own cheek, she requisitioned another slap, this time from a blonde girl that seemed to understand her desires better than any of the overweight, virginal or unsympathetic men that she had previously embarrassed; the sound of the smack echoed throughout the club and sounded more like a fierce punch were it not for the scream of joy that accompanied it. Satisfied, the blonde with multifaceted reasons as to why her face was red squeezed her technical assaulter's tits through a white button up and left for more pleasure.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING, BOYS. TAKE SOME GODDAMN NOTES FOR WHEN GIRLS ASK YOU TO SLAP THEM." Yang laughed. "Yeah. Like that'll ever happen again. Not everyone's a freak like me," she thought, feeling herself get wetter from her pleasure and pain. "Almost..."

Yang once again gravitated to the bar. With a few deliberately ass-focused movements, she was over the counter, and subsequently disappeared behind the taps. She reappeared and hopped over the bar once more, bottle of champagne in hand. With yet another hook of her finger, she lowered her shirt's neckline and dropped the bottle between her tits. Licking the cork in another not-so-subtle manner, she began squeezing her top heavy assets around the emerald glass. Bouncing up and down in a fast and jiggly manor, the bottle followed, violently sloshing the liquid held in it's container. After several minutes of sustained titjob, Yang gripped the cork and unleashed the bubbly liquid with a few exerting pushes, noises intentionally mimicking ones heard in dark rooms with the lights off. With a mock sound of orgasm timed with the spew of alcohol, her shirt, breasts and face were lightly doused in liquid while the rest of the drink hit the floor; the wet top of her shirt clung even tighter to her bountiful chest while her face and cleavage sparkled in the limelight, light dancing off the alcohol. She removed the bottle from her soaking chest, took a hearty swig, then made for another lucky table.

"And that's the closest most of you will ever get to hearing a girl getting railed right. Enjoy it, you unsatisfying losers."

Apparently not sufficiently wet by her own standards, Yang made a direct path toward a glass of water at a table of several older men. She poured the contents of the glass over her chest, saturating her shirt and causing the exposed skin of her breasts to look even softer and shinier. She filled the now empty glass with champagne and handed it to a man with silver hair. He graciously accepted as she took another glass of water off the table and poured it over her head, wetting her bountiful hair. With a quick flourish, she removed the crimson ribbon out from her ponytail, releasing it into a cascade of golden locks, dripping as they clung to her neck and shoulders. Hair now sufficiently saturated, she refilled the empty glass with champagne before abandoning the bottle on the table with a thud, turning and leaving again.

"Because boobs just look so much better when wet and sticky... Oh, god, am I horny. I wonder if they think I'm faking it... Maybe if they see a few signs."

Arriving before a tall, brown haired man, Yang leant down to his ear, as she had to several others, and whispered words that elicited a passionate change of face to their receiver. Without hesitation, the man responded by grabbing the top hem of her soaked shirt with both hands. With minimal effort and a magnificent ripping sound, the blonde's shirt was torn clean in half at the front. Matching the canary yellow color of her already exposed panties, her hefty bra plopped out with an audible bounce of soft skin. Lacy hems decorated a small clasp and tiny golden cups, which were not nearly enough to hold the girl's perfect breasts, which looked like they were barely contained as they spilled out from the tight edges. Sufficient amounts of the underside of her breasts hung out from the bottom of her bra while the top revealed a magnificent amount of wet, shining skin. The little that the enticing garment covered was negligible, even more so when it was clear, even in the relative darkness of a spotlight at a bad angle, that there were two black circles around her nipples, poorly hidden by the soaking transparent cloth of the bra. With another yank, the brown haired man tore the thin straps from the blonde's shoulders, tearing the ruined garment from her completely, leaving her in nothing but an orange scarf, a see-through bra that revealed so much more, unzipped shorts that left nothing to the imagination, tiny panties that had been visible from the start, leg-lengthening fishnets and black boots made for ass kicking.

"Take them in; these perfect tits are real, squishy as hell, and are in desperate need of more fondling."

With her eyes still locked on the man in front of her, Yang began circling her fingers around the black pasties visible underneath her almost pointless top. Her lilac eyes communicated all that needed to to the brown haired man, yet she still stuck out her tongue, playfully licking her lips to drive the idea further. Her latest choice started slowly feeling her up, starting from her waist and steadily climbing to her breasts. With a few light squeezes egged on by the girl's erotic vocalizations, he gripped the black circles between his fingers and twisted. Pleasure filled cries of joy overwhelmed the club as the blonde threw her head back, hair flying everywhere. Reeling back with heavy, mismatched gasps, she looked at her greatest pleasure's face with a look of bliss. Satisfied with herself, she turned away once more, but not before drawing her finger down the brown haired man's chest.

"I think that's enough, considering my current heart rate." Yang could feel her chest thundering as her nipples ached in glorious pain. Her breathing took minutes to find a steady rhythm as she let a few tears fall down her face from the pleasure. Had she not been trying her hardest not to, she would have climaxed right there, but her mission for the night would have to wait just a little longer.

Finally satisfied with her sexual parade around the club, Yang made her way to the barrier blocking the main stage, hopping over it to the delight of the crowd. She retrieved the tan jacket she had previously removed and hung it over her shoulders once more. Buttoning it up caused it to serve as even more lift for her chest, placing her jiggling breasts in the perfect position to be adored by all. With all of the anticipation of the final act ready to burst, she proceeded with her main stage act.

"Man, I took my sweet time getting here..."

The blonde rounded herself around one of the poles to the left of the stage and begun twirling. Every so often, she drew herself close to the metal shaft, wrapping her tits around it and squeezing tight. She spun off and made towards the right of the stage, relating the process to the opposite side of the club. Her ass jiggled as she spiraled around the pole, bouncing from side to side as much as her breasts did, following every little motion with shining skin. She once again hopped off and made her way to the middle of the stage and began clinging to the center most pole, placing herself equidistant from either side of her onlookers. In a feat similar to the previous act, she ascended the pole in a few graceful movements before lowering herself to an upside down stare. Her hair fell, as did her arms, as did her breasts; with gravity putting their full display on for all to see, her firm breasts hung with the softness of marshmallows, lusciously showing off the perfect skin and lift. With steady hands, the blonde drew towards the clasp on the front of her bra and fiddled with the meddlesome plastic. To a shower of applause and bills, the canary yellow fell to the floor as the girl's breasts poured out, covered only in beautiful and small pasties decorated with yellow flames. Pink skin just barely peeked out from behind the black, almost-visible nipples contrasting brilliantly with the purity of the white skin surrounding them.

Yang had to catch herself from falling from the pole as she fantasized about being satisfied in every conceivable way, egged on by the lewd calls from the crowd that wanted everything from her.

Yang hung on the pole with her glorious breasts revealed for what seemed like ages before returning to the ground with a graceful flip. Facing away from the audience, she squeezed her tight shorts and turned. She strutted towards the very top of the center stage, as close to the audience as she could, before once again removing her jacket and sitting down with her legs hanging in the pit filled with hundreds of bills. After a brief show of her mostly exposed breasts accompanied by her long legs, she kicked off her boots, orange bandana falling with them, and slowly removed the fishnet stockings hugging her up to her thighs, the process taking as much time as she wanted. She once again stroked her now unclothed legs, drawing her hands up and down the gentle ivory skin from her feet to her waist to her breasts with a frame-tracing motion. With a cheer-raising smirk, she began peeling off her black shorts in an extreme methodical. Over the course of minutes, she lowered her pants, the process only expedited for a brief moment when she bounced up to help get them out from underneath her. She flicked them off with her feet and drew her legs back, drawing her knees toward her chest. From the angle she was sitting at, with her arms wrapped around her knees all covering her nipples and her bare feet positioned in a way that blocked her womanhood, she looked completely naked save her scarf, still burning orange around her neck. The top half of the girl's face peeked out from behind her raised knees, expression one of someone vulnerable and bare, lilac eyes filled with a gentle peace or love that gave the impression that the girl had never felt a purer bliss. The audience fell silent along with the music as she hugged her legs tighter, perfect breasts spilling out in the perfect, purest tease.

Yang's mind was rapidly becoming blank.

After several glorious minutes, Yang stood up, breaking the illusion of nudity, but also reminding the audience her current outfit consisted of a scarf, two circles maybe two inches in diameter that did nothing to stop the jiggle that accompanied the slightest motion, and the full reveal of her thong; completely free of her unzipped shorts, it was exactly like her discarded bra. The lace wound its intricate way around a canary yellow front piece, damp from either the champagne shower or something... else. Either way, they were soaked, also revealing that they were also transparent, albeit sadly not to the level of her bra. Still, her womanhood was the clear focus of those close to the stage, which, as proved by the massive influx of thrown bills, was greatly appreciated. The music began to surge as the blonde's breaths became more and more forced and strained, her eyes closed and her bottom lip bitten.

Yang felt all rational thought leave her as she bit her lip as hard as she could.

With the entirety of her supple body on display, Yang Xiao Long stood strong and proud, aware of her effect on men and women alike. However, her closed eyes tightened. Her lip quivered. Her entire body shook. Her breathing became an patternless mess.

Yang released.

In an instant, the shaking girl burst. Yang's eyes opened, streaming precious tears as they revealed burning red orbs full of passion. Her blonde hair flew upward, now glowing like a white flame. Her mouth opened into a screaming moan of carnal bliss, deafening the audience with her climax. In the space of a second, an aura of power had radiated from the girl with the combined force of a hundred blows, only for the crowd to feel the gathering coalesce, move downward and explode in one fell swoop, the point of release clear as day. The blonde fell to wobbling knees, still reeling from her momentous finish. The effects of her Semblance faded, eyes returning to their natural lilac color as her hair cooled once more into gold, the strength of all the punishment she had taken into herself being diverted into her orgasm. Blissful tears dripped from her eyes while the last notes of her fading mewl died out. She had torn off the black pasties protecting her modesty in her manic state and now only her hands covered her completely exposed breasts, squeezing the last ounces of pleasure out of them. Her panties were drenched, along with her thighs and a decent portion of the ground before her.

"Hngh." Yang couldn't manage to think, let alone vocalize. All she knew was that she had never loved her Semblance more. She had achieved her goal; she had cum with all the force of every tap, slap and twist combined with her already boiling natural desire to climax, and it was infinitely better than she could have ever imagined. For several minutes, she was completely unaware of the explosive love from the crowd. She remained on her knees, feebly attempting to remain under the effects of her orgasm until she remembered that she was now completely topless, weak from pleasure, and wearing nothing but a scarf and a thong while surrounded by her horny admirers. Her state erased any sort of shame she would have had; the fact that the crowd saw her become a lascivious wreck and that she tore off her pasties and likely allowed a full look at her naked breasts meant nothing compared to the sheer pleasure she had just experienced. She would say, take or do anything if it meant that it made her feel that good again.

"I need more."

Her breathing very slowly returned to relative normalcy, along with her sense of self. Taking a few minutes to stand back up without further revealing her bare breasts, she sheepishly bowed to the audience with a coy look on her face, mouthing something about losing herself in the moment. With two fingers holding each of her breasts, she turned away from the audience, mock bowed for an excuse to show her essentially bare ass, then began bouncing her way toward backstage, breasts still jiggling around her hands.

And thus ended the fourth night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.