Chapter VII: Contemplations and Revelations

Thirza was checking out the things she had taken away from her old place while Xenva kept staring out of the window. Apart from the bus and Thirza's occasional cooing when she encountered an especially dear piece of clothing or jewelry, all was quiet.
Xenva did not see what was outside. In her mind she was still at Odun's house, watching the tiger see the love of his live leave him. She would never forget the look in his face. As much as she loathed to admit, she also felt a little glad in the knowledge that in those few minutes he had suffered more than she had in her entire life.
"No!" she thought, "That is disgusting to think! That man has never done anything to hurt me."
She looked at the vixen next to her, currently trying on a ring that seemed too large for her. "And for some reason I have the feeling that he never did anything to Thirza, or at least nothing serious enough for her to leave him like this. I think there's more behind all of this."
"Perhaps I can find out what really happened, perhaps I can get those two back together. Though I don't see much hope, Thirza doesn't seem very intent of ever showing him any mercy. Damn! If only I knew more."
Her further thoughts were disturbed when the bus stopped, and Thirza started to make her way out. Quickly, Xenva followed, and they were once again at the bus stop they had started their trip on.

"Hay Xenva, mind if I crash at your place for another night? I can call a friend of mine who has some room at her place, but i want to get everything in order before I move in. I hope its not a great deal, because you have such a small room."
"Uh no I guess its OK."
"Great. Thanks hun."
Again no-one was there in the Agency, and when they got to Xenva's Room Thirza unceremoniously dumped everything she was carrying on her bed. Xenva removed the objects she was given from her stomach and placed them on the bed as well.
She stepped back a little, looking over the pile of clothes and other items before turning her head to look at Thirza. "Are you sure this is all yours?"
"What? Sure. I mean, well maybe one or two things got mixed up, but I'm sure I left some things lying there as well."
Xenva's eyes narrowed a little as she thought "That doesn't sound good, I'm sure at least half this stuff isn't hers at all. Lots of gifts from her ex most likely, desperately trying to make her feel better. Or maybe he was just that kind of person."
And if these things mean so much to her, why does she so easily let go of the `one or two things' she left behind?"
Sniffing the air, she could smell Thirza was more excited than she expected. Perhaps someone had threatened her into leaving? But she couldn't just say it like that, she might scare her off.
"You'll have to do this very carefully Xenva dear." she thought.

They had dinner together, down in the mess hall of the Agency, and Thirza was happily pricking the potatoes before looking at Xenva.
"Hun, would you like to come to a club tonight? My treat."
Xenva prodded her steak some, trying to get her fork to penetrate it.
"Sure, what kind of club is it?"
"Its a dance club. Well, I say dance, but actually the patrons rarely dance. But there's some hot dancers there."
Xenva nodded. She was all to aware of the kind of club Thirza was referring to. But she didn't want to leave Thirza alone, not before finding out what really caused her to break up.
"Sure, sounds fun. When are we going?"
"We can go as soon as we're done eating." Thirza said, pouring the last of her orange juice down her throat.
Xenva finished the last of her potatoes under Thirza's impatient glare, and after giving her steak a final stab, she simply picked it up and ripped it apart with her bare teeth. After wiping the juice from her muzzle, she got up and smiled at Thirza.
"Maybe we should dress extra-sexy."
"Ooooh good idea hun, I'm sure we can find something fitting."

Several minutes later, the couple came racing down the stairs, out of the doors and onto the street. The dressing, fitting, appraising and the giggling it had caused had lifted her spirits.
"Whereto?" she asked, but Thirza simple grabbed her shirt and pulled her along, across the streets, trough the shopping furs.
Each time Xenva's eyes were caught by something interesting in a shop, she was pulled along harder by the vixen, until they finally arrived at a large building.
The building stood between several others, and would have been rather unsuspicious if it weren't covered in bright neon lights.
Xenva looked back at the apartments on the other side and felt extremely sorry for the people who lived there. Then again, if they were smart, they worked at night.
Looking back at the neon, they were more or less the same as they were on her home world, except here "vixen" had a whole different meaning.
She smiled and followed Thirza to the door. Thirza winked at the large guard, a male hyena. His brown fur was occasionally interrupted by clear scars. Clearly, this was not a lap-dog.
The hyena winked back, and held the door for the two vixens, who padded in softly.
When she passed him, the hyena brushed his paw over Xenva's tail, who looked back and smiled. "Maybe he's not my type, but I can flirt cant I?" she thought.
She gave him another smile, then walked after Thirza, waving her rear seductively, knowing the guard couldn't leave his post. With some luck, he would keep dreaming of her all night.

The club was much like she expected, though the looks were a little drowned out by the sounds, and completely swallowed by the smell.
While a human bar was mostly looks, looks and looks of naked females mingled with a little music, this club was "a nice view, good music that seems to be made up for the most part of cat's purring, and lots and lots of smells."
The room was filled wit the smell of females, and especially the more intimate parts. But it was not overwhelming, like a burning fireplace compared to a burning house. A large stage was at the back, with the mandatory pole, and a set of heavy red curtains currently closed on the far wall.
While following Thirza, it dawned on Xenva that a striking majority of the patrons were male. And come to think of it, the few females appeared to be waitresses. Increasing her speed, she quickly caught up with the vixen, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Um, Thirza, what are all these men doing here?" she asked.
After sitting down and looking around a little, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others, Thirza answered "Yes I know, but we have to put up with them."
Xenva sat down next to her, taking another look around. Several people were looking at her with a mixture of curiosity, awe and plain lust. Xenva gave them a polite smile, rather uncertain what to do. Surely heterosexual men wouldn't come to look at a male performance, and if they were homosexual why were they looking at her like that?

Xenva turned around when the cheering started, and at the back of the stage, the curtains had opened, revealing a good-looking female golden retriever. Dressed in a rather skimpy swimsuit and a large cloak, she walked the 15 meters of the catwalk with an aura of utter confidence. Xenva admitted she was good-looking, but also rather surprised. Why had Thirza taken her to a club with female performers? Unless...
She bent over a little, not really noticing the performance, nor the guy behind her checking her out.
"Thirza dear," she started, "what are we doing here? I thought we were going to see a guy perform?"
Thirza looked back a little confused. "Huh? Why would we want to see some guy? Admit it, females are a lot sexier."
she said, before turning back to the performer, who had by now removed her cloak, the large cleavage bouncing around while she kept closing in on the pole.
Blinking, Xenva sat back, looking at the performance. Sure, females were sexy, but to her, nothing was sexier than a handsome male with strong arms and stomach, and a large...
Before she could finish that thought, someone tapped her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a ferret looking at her.
"Excuse me, while you're very nice to look at, I'm trying to look at the performance right now, so if you would be so kind as to move your ass?"
She snarled at him, not in the mood for someone like him. Seeing this, he mumbles a soft apology and moved somewhere else.
"Fine," she thought, "I'm getting the impressing Thirza is rather biased."
The performance went on as Xenva thought. "So if she's a lesbian, why did she ever get involved with that boyfriend of hers? Only way I can think of is that she only discovered it a short while ago. Or maybe she thought she was bisexual, but started leaning more and more to females? But even then, why didn't she just talk it over?"
Shooting a short glance at the stage, she noticed the retriever was in the process of removing her bra, much to the joy of the men. And Thirza.
Suddenly she felt used. Thirza hadn't slept with her because she liked her, but because she was an attractive woman. While she had grown rather used to this during her previous `occupation', it was still exactly the opposite reason that Xenva had had to sleep with Thirza.

Totally unaware of Xenva's thoughts, Thirza was almost drooling at the sight of the performer. She had just taken off her bra, and her cleavage was bouncing around even more than first. Thirza briefly considered having hers surgically enlarged, but then smirked. "Why? I'm already twice the woman she is."
But still, performing the way she did seemed wonderful to Thirza. Off course, she would prefer to perform to a group of females, and not these bundles of hormones called men. But somehow she doubted she would ever, because of the fact she had four breasts. When performing in front of males it would be an asset, those goons would only love them. But when performing in from of women she was afraid they would somehow feel jealous, and not like the show.
Giving a little sigh, she looked back at the stage, seeing how the retriever was getting money stuffed in her panties. The extra bulk added to her already impressive hips, and several Euro-notes were strewn around, only to be pushed back inside by some guy.
"How can she even stand to be so close to them? To allow them to touch her?"

Also unaware of Xenva's thoughts, and those of Thirza as well, was Amanda, the retriever on stage.
Tonights performance was going great, judging from the movements and sounds the crowd made. She could feel them watching her every movement, and sense their lust for her body.
"They'd really love me to take off my panties" she thought, "the final obstacle between them and my complete body. I bet most of these men would offer an arm and a leg to be allowed to get on stage, remove it and have sex with me."
She made a complete circle around the pole, not touching the ground once. The feeling of power she had was a wonderful as ever, and she eagerly sucked it into her soul, to remember like all the nights before. She knew what the men really wanted, and she also knew they would never get it. Apart from being against club regulations, she wasn't willing to cheat on her husband either.
Off course, that didn't prevent her from fantasizing about it. In fact, she kept several sex toys in her dressing room for just such an occasion, when the fantasies were too much to bear. Then she'd lock herself away in her room and spend the next half-hour or so pleasuring herself before she felt fit to drive home. But even if she did that, she was careful enough not to exhaust herself too much. When she got home, she would try to get pregnant from her husband again.
And from the looks of the crowd, tonight they might just succeed.

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