Sacrahlicous
Star
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2010
Jayme Sat in her booth, for the moment nursing the vodka and coke firmly clasped in one hand. A slender claw tapping the glass rhythmically as she for other people to begin showing up. The night was still young, and the new night club was slowly filling with excited young adults. Music boomed all around her an ever promising vibration that crawled along her skin. Making her close the startling green eyes and shudder in anticipation. She lower her slender fox like muzzle releasing a sigh of content. Small dainty fangs peeking out. She was everything a vixen should be. Soft, fur of a dazzling red orange. Her thick hair, hung loose around her shoulders, her bangs falling over one eye, it was a deep Auburn coloring.
She was young, late teens, her figure was definitely proof of it. Young, supple, and firm, breast full and perky were nearly spilling from her halter top, which clung to the curves of her body. Her short black skirt clung around the middle of her thighs. Nearly exposing the small fabric guarding her nethers. On her lap rested the soft plush white tipped plume of her tail. Her eyes once more open as she gazed to the dance floor, watching as few people began dancing. Grinning this was her que.
Quickly downing the remainder of her drink she stood and made to the dance floor. Black fox ears flicking every so often toather sounds from around her as she began dancing rather exotically, her hips swayed as her hands traced along her stomach, sliding along her ribs and over the mound of her breasts before risen above her head.
She was young, late teens, her figure was definitely proof of it. Young, supple, and firm, breast full and perky were nearly spilling from her halter top, which clung to the curves of her body. Her short black skirt clung around the middle of her thighs. Nearly exposing the small fabric guarding her nethers. On her lap rested the soft plush white tipped plume of her tail. Her eyes once more open as she gazed to the dance floor, watching as few people began dancing. Grinning this was her que.
Quickly downing the remainder of her drink she stood and made to the dance floor. Black fox ears flicking every so often toather sounds from around her as she began dancing rather exotically, her hips swayed as her hands traced along her stomach, sliding along her ribs and over the mound of her breasts before risen above her head.