Stripped Down to Stripes (Patreon)

Happy Patreon Anniversary to me! Two years since I made this Patreon page, and one-year-ish since I've been posting regularly! Here's to more years of content! To celebrate, here's a bonus story and art! 

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Waiting tables at the local diner did not pay very well, sure, she got tips and whatnot from generous customers, but it wasn’t anywhere near providing Alex with anything but the bare minimum to cover her rent and necessities like food and utility. She often found herself living from paycheck-to-paycheck, but that all changed when she was the waitress for one mysterious businessman who decided to stop by for a quick lunch at the diner. 

“Good afternoon, sir, welcome to Joe’s! What can I get you?” purred Alex in a happy tone. She hadn’t had too many customers come in the diner during her shift, so seeing one come in was actually something she was happy about for once. The tigress pulled out her little notepad from her small blouse pocket and clicked the end of her pen to get started with writing the man’s order down as he said it. 

The man was looking over the menu when Alex stopped by. He set the menu down and turned to look at her with a soft smile. He was a fox with fur just a little more orange than Alex’s, his sharp fangs showed as he smiled. “I’ll have the club sandwich, please, and a Pepsi Max,” 

Alex began scribbling his order down in her notepad but before she could finish writing it all down, she looked up from her notepad and at the fox, “Is Coke Zero okay? We don’t carry Pepsi here,” Alex smiled. She hoped to god he wasn’t one of those customers who would make a big deal out of the differences between the red cola and the blue one. Judging by the furrowed brows on the vulpine’s face when she suggested Coke Zero as a replacement, she wasn’t so sure and braced for an earful just in case. 

“Oh, yes, that’s fine,” he chirped cheerfully at the waitress. Alex suddenly felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. Thank god he wasn’t one of those customers. Phew. She jotted down his drink order onto the notepad and tore the page off before announcing her departure. “Alrighty! I’ll be back in a bit with your drink and sandwich!” 

A few minutes after Alex handed the order to the chef in the kitchen, she came back with a tray that had the fox’s club sandwich and tall glass of coke on top of it. She trotted her way rather skillfully to his booth and set the two items down in front of him.

“Here ya go! Enjoy!” Alex chirped, holding the tray in both hands and resting it down in front of her bare crotch. 

“Thank you, girl,” he nodded to Alex. Alex was just about to turn on her heels and head back to the counter to do some cleanup when the fox brought a hand up and extended it towards her with a business card slipped in between his orange and black fingers. It was a metal business card, brushed and anodized aluminum, all fancy with the name of his establishment and the information cut out and etched in with lasers. Fancy. Alex looked at the hand the fox extended towards her and the business card for a few seconds before she took it and brought it up to her face for close inspection.

“The Fox Hole” was the largest text on the card, followed by an address underneath it, and a phone number. 

“You’re a pretty face, got all those stripes we’re looking for, too. If you’re ever looking to make more than what you do here, give that number a call, or come down and ask for me,” the fox said as the grin on his face spread wider. He hadn’t touched his sandwich or his drink, yet, it seemed like he wasn’t really here for lunch after all, or at least it wasn’t his top priority for stopping by. “Our customers want a tiger up on stage, seeing all the stripes has them mesmerized, and they can’t get enough, our last striped gal was a zebra and she quit a while back,” he continued before turning to face the food in front of him. He grabbed the sandwich and took a nice bite out of it. 

Alex still held the business card in front of her face and continued to do so while the fox spoke, her eyes shifting to and from the card to the fox’s face as he explained why he handed her the business card. She nodded slowly and went silent as she gave it some thought. She couldn’t decide right then and there, but the idea of getting paid more did appeal to her, I mean, who wouldn’t like a job with better pay?

“I’ll have to think about it!” the tigress chirped a response as she put the business card away in the small pocket on her blouse. 

“Of course, I’ll be there every day, just ask for Nick when you call or drop by,” the fox replied after he swallowed the bite he took earlier. 

“Okay, thank you, sir. Is there anything else you’d like me to get for you?” the tigress waitress resumed her duties and asked him just to be sure. The suit and tie clad fox shook his head. “No, darling, that will be all, thank you.” Alex then nodded her head and turned on her heels to head back to the bar-counter area of the diner to put the serving tray away and wait for more customers to come in. The whole idea of becoming a stripper wasn’t something Alex would have considered in a million years, but now that she was offered a bit of a fast pass, she was considering it, heavily. Her tail swished left and right behind her as she pulled out the business card and ran her fingers over the laser etching and read it in her head again. She bit her lip, and that was when she decided she would give him a call and stop by. She smiled and giggled to herself; she was excited. 

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“Alex, you’re on in five minutes,” said Nick as he poked his head into the backstage dressing room. The tigress he met a few weeks ago at the diner was now sitting in front of the large mirror preparing herself for her first time out on stage in the strip club after weeks of training and practice. Working a pole was a lot harder than it looked, but after a few weeks of building up sufficient strength, she was confident that she could hold her own weight. She was ready, she even came up with a stripper name that she thought was pretty clever. She was nervous but somehow managed to keep it all under wraps, other than the deep breaths she was taking from time to time. She turned to the door where Nick popped his head through and gave him a nod. Alex wore a pink bra along with a matching pink thong, less was more for a show like this, she was going to be taking them off anyway. After a few more seconds of staring at Nick’s head peeking through the partially open door, she pushed herself out of her chair and walked towards the door. 

“You nervous?” the fox asked Alex as he opened the door some more to let her walk through and into the hallway with him. Alex’s breasts jiggled as she sped up her step and she entered the hallway. She nodded shyly to her boss. She shouldn’t have been surprised that he could tell she was nervous; he’s probably seen dozens of girls before their first show. 

“Just a little bit,” she chuckled. 

Nick shook his head and chuckled too. “Don’t be, I’ve been watching you practice, you’ll do great, and the guys out there are thirsty for you, our new exotic striped girl.” The fox grinned and put his hands on Alex’s shoulders as they walked down the hallway towards the door to the main stage of the strip club. Alex could hear the loud music of the strip club as she walked closer and closer to the door to the stage, muffled vocals and bass thuds that grew louder and clearer as she and Nick reached the door and stood behind it. 

“You’re Amazon Alexa, you’re going to kill it,” Nick gave Alex’s shoulder a squeeze. “Even though tigers are not native to the Amazon,” he chuckled and shook his head. 

“It’s not like all those horny guys are going to know that,” Alex stuck her tongue out at him and took in a deep breath before she stared blankly at the closed door in front of her. The music being played in the strip club began to fade, and the DJ grabbed the mic and began announcing the arrival of their newest exotic main attraction.

“Ladies and gentlemen, mostly gentlemen, it’s time for our main attraction for tonight, her first show, just one girl and a pole, you wish she was in your home, it’s Amazon Alexa!” The DJ began playing the music again. Once her stage name was said aloud, Alex pulled open the door and walked through the curtains and onto the stage. The stage had a long catwalk that stretched through most of the strip club’s main area and ended with a large circular area with a chrome metal pole in the center. The song “Gimme More” by pop sensation Britney Spears began to play, with the bass thumping loudly across the club. The tigress took in another deep breath through her nose before she cut through the red velvet curtains and set foot on the catwalk. 

“It’s Britney, bitch,” 

Alex made sure to synchronize her steps with the beat of the song and swayed her hips along with it as well. The crowd of both men and women (mostly men) were gathered around the edge of the stage, cheering and waving dollar bills in the air. 

“I see you,

And I just wanna dance with you,”

The pink and purple lights that shined all over the club really dimmed out the crowd for Alex, she couldn’t see their faces very well unless she was crawling towards them. This was a good thing, as it helped her nervousness and stage fright disappear faster than you could say ‘Mississippi’. As the lights flashed, Alex became a silhouette for a fraction of a second, and sometimes the flashes made her black stripes stand out more. 

“Every time they turn the lights down,

Just wanna go that extra mile for you,

Your public display of affection (Oh-oh-oh),

Feels like no one else in the room (But you),”

She ran her fingers along her hips, up and down her torso, and raised her arms above her head as she set her sights on that pole at the end of the catwalk. Her butt cheeks bounced lightly with each step and sway of her hips, and her tits did the same. In training, she was told to use her assets to her advantage. The customers who came to the strip club were there to see you and your sexy body, the more you showed off, the more green they’d throw your way. Alex’s pink paw pads pitter-pattered on the catwalk and she reached her left hand out to grasp the stripper pole. Once her fingers wrapped around the pole, she circled around the pole and shook her chest in every direction for all the patrons to cheer and catcall about. As soon as she finished her first round circling the pole, the green bills began flying out of the strip club patrons’ hands and landing on the stage at Alex’s paws. After just a few seconds, she was sure she already made more tips than she could ever make at her waitressing job.

“We can get down like there's no one around,

We keep on rocking (We keep on rocking),

We keep on rocking (We keep on rocking),”

The Britney Spears song continued to blast throughout the club, and Alex moved her body with the song, slow and sensual despite the song having some upbeat and quicker moments. Her free hand outlined the curves on her body as she teased her audience with the majority of her striped body on display. If you drowned out the music, you would definitely be able to hear a few people cheering her on and telling her to start stripping, drink in one hand, green bills in the other, of course. Her hips flung from side to side a little harder as the song neared the chorus section. 

“Cameras are flashing,”

White lights flashed, blinding the audience and even the tigress on the stage for a few seconds. 

“While we're dirty dancing,” 

Alex pulled one leg up and wrapped it around the pole, tucking the cold metal behind her knee, and using the momentum she had going from going around in circles to push herself around the pole in one smooth swoop, it seemed effortless. 

“They keep watching (They keep watching),

Keep watching,”

Hundreds of eyes on her, yet she was unphased and finished her round around the pole. Her tail swayed slowly behind her and coiled around the pole here and there too. She pulled her leg off the pole and walked down to the very end of the stage and ran both her hands up and down her figure. 

“Feels like the crowd are saying,”

“Take it off!” 

“Yeah, strip that down, girl!” 

“Let’s see those tits and that puss!!!”

Just as the song played into the chorus, Alex’s hands moved to the hook at her back which held her pink bra against her chest. She bit her lower lip and unhooked her bra with ease, but she didn’t let it fall right away, instead, she let it cling to her chest at the mercy of her fur and gravity. 

“Gimme, gimme (More),

Gimme (More,)”

And that’s exactly what she did. She rolled her shoulders to push the straps of her bra off, it fell off her chest, slid down her arms before she caught it in her clawed fingers. Her white breasts and her puffy chest tuft gave a slight bounce when they were first presented to the cheering and whistling crowd. The green bills kept on coming. Nick wasn’t kidding when he said his clientele were big into stripes. Alex was good for the strip club’s business; thus the strip club was good for Alex. Look at the confetti of green piling on the stage floor. The tigress twirled her bra on her finger by its strap and shook her chest left and right to make her tits jiggle. It looked like she was about to toss her bra into the crowd, but instead, she suddenly stropped twirling it and let it fall to the floor alongside her paws and the green singles. 

“Gimme, gimme (More),

Gimme, gimme (More),

Gimme (Mo-),

Gimme, gimme (More),”

The crowd went crazy for Alex’s tit wiggles and she continued to shake them at the reaching arms and hands of the thirsty crowd. She was enjoying this, a lot. Don’t tell her mother. 

“Gimme, gimme (More),

Gimme (More),

Gimme, gimme (More),”

With her breasts out, Alex took a few steps back and pressed up against the stripper pole. She put her hands behind her back and grasped the metal rod tightly. She took in a deep breath softly through her nose, tensed up visibly around her shoulders and midriff, and hopped up a little to push her feet off the stage. For a few seconds, it looked like she was levitating. She used the hands she had wrapped around the pole to keep herself up off the stage, and once she had enough clearance, she spun herself around the pole and surprisingly traveled upward. She rubbed her pawprint tattoo as she spun around and licked her lips teasingly. 

As she spun and ascended the pole, her tail floated behind her like a kite. Once she was at the top, she turned her entire body upside down, wrapped one of her legs around the pole, and extended an arm down along the length of the pole to hold herself steady. Her hair fell from its neat placement at her shoulders and was pulled towards the ground by gravity. Oh, her tits drooped towards the ground a little, too. With her right thigh and left arm doing the heavy lifting of keeping her upside down on that pole, her right arm and left leg didn’t stay idle. Her free hand slid down her side and her fingers curled under the waistband of her thong. She pushed her thong down and moved her thighs so that the fabric would slide further and further down her leg. She kicked her left leg and got it free of that thong, leaving it hanging on her right ankle. All her stripes were now on display including her pawprint tattoo. Her tail swished and swayed around as she held herself upside down on the pole. Her pussy was concealed by the pole from the front, but those behind her or slightly to the side of the stage could catch a little glimpse of her pink and fleshy lips. The tigress smiled at the crowd as they cheered, whistled, and threw money at her. Once her thong was pulled down and her pussy was exposed, those singles changed to tens and twenties in almost an instant. Oh, how the horny were so easy to part with their gold. 

“Gimme, gimme (More),

Gimme (Mo-),

Gimme, gimme (More),”

She did give them more. 

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Art by Reaper3D 

Song mentioned in the story: Gimme More - Britney Spears