[GenYun]

Kathy hated this job. She hated the vapid dancers the owner insisted on hiring that had more plastic in them than a landfill. She hated the clientele, she hated the smell, the music and the garish lightning. But currently, most of all she hated the idiot that threw a full beer bottle onto the stage, causing the dancer to turn her ankle on the spillage. But it was in her contract with the cleaning company to rotate a shift in here at least once a week and she could't afford to lose the job. Still, at least the sweet candy she was offered by a lone, out of place looking business woman was going down nice, which is when she suddenly felt a growing pressure in her lower abbs..

The various tentacles thrashed wildly as her body swayed to and fro with the beat of the music, except for the larger one that kept her anchored to the pole like some sort of lewd circus act. She hated all the eyes on her, the cheering and jeering men seemed to think this was all part of the act, despite the obvious expression on her face that betrayed her distress. She caught sight of a few of the dancers watching from the door to the dressing room, they equally did not look happy, but for different reasons. The body must have sensed them too because she could feel her crotch tentacle starting to loosen and her supernatural physique begin to bunch up, getting ready to pounce...