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>Access Surveillance Footage:Manager's Office:09/04/16
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Light covers the screen as the camera's databanks are accessed, gradually fading out to reveal a well-kept office that shows all the hallmarks of disgusting levels of success and wealth. A polished wooden desk, a high-backed leather chair, and luxurious carpeting share space with a few more unconventional features; in the corner sits a leather and metal piece that looks suspiciously like a chair designed for facesitting, and one wall is devoted to a large security bank covered in screens and terminals that provide coverage of almost every area of an expansive, well-appointed, bustling nightclub, scenes of lust and hunger playing out on the flickering surfaces. In front of the desk sits a chair, a sister to the one behind the desk, and in the chair sits a mouse. Five feet tall if she's an inch, wearing a rather expensively-cut business suit with a name tag reading "SARANA," and with cream-and-pepper fur covering her shapely, petite body, the mouse squeaks, her eyes huge behind a pair of spectacles, flicking here and there across the screens before her, her fingers roaming and diving in the crotch of her dress pants.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing growing faster and faster, the scent of murine sex filling the office as the rodent nears her climax - and then, just before she arches her back in pleasure, the door is kicked open, a tall, masculine figure striding confidently into the office as if he owns the place. "So," the newcomer says, folding his arms and grinning as he regards Sarana. "The mysterious manager of The Predator's Pulse, squirrelled away in a 'store room-' " Here, the interloper makes finger quotes - "at the top of the club. The best disguise, hiding in the one place nobody would think to look." He pauses, smirking. "Nobody except me." The interloper has reason to be confident. He stands at a respectable five-foot-eight, leaving him towering above the mouse. Charcoal-black fur covers his body and a keen canine snout; as a wolf, he's higher on the food chain than she is, and he's much larger, too. Why shouldn't he feel confident when dealing with a little mouse he could snap up in one gulp? Sarana stares at him, whiskers twitching, eyes wide, hand frozen in her pants, the very picture of vulnerable mousehood. "P-please," she moans.
The wolf lets out a chuckle, although there's no humor in the sound. "Oh, don't worry, little mouse." He walks closer to her, a promice of menace in every motion of his body. "I'll let you have a say in things once I take over." He leans down, lips peeled back from his fangs in something that isn't a smile. "You'll still be around, as extra meat on my dick." That maw opens, opens wide - and then, with less than an inch of space between the mouse's face and the wolf's tongue, a feminine voice, carrying a heavy, hard edge of a Polish accent, cuts through the air. "I don't think so, Rex." The wolf, or Rex, straightens up, spinning around, shock written on his face; behind him, the mouse breaks out into a giggle, her terrified attitude going away so quickly it could have only been false. With the aura of somebody settling in to watch a show, the mouse leans back in the chair, grinning and pushing her panties and dress pants all the way down. Standing in the doorway, her frame silhouetted by the light from the hall outside, stands a shapely, tall red panda, her fur striped in purple and black, eyes full of intelligence and hunger resting squarely on the wolf; she's quite tall for a woman, not coming up to quite below the wolf's ears, but the sway in her step, and the lazy confidence of a well-fed predator, make the roles here clear.
'Rex' snarles, glaring at the panda. "What are you doing here, Rose? Don't you have a few drinks to be serving, or maybe some quivering little bitch to be pounding under the bar? You really don't want to be sticking your nose into my business right now, trust me." Rose tilts her head back, letting out a genuinely-amused laugh. "Your business? I know exactly what your 'business' is, Rex. You're here because, thanks to a carefully-laid web of lies designed specifically to lure in people who ask too many questions, you've reached the erroneous conclusion that Sarana there is the one running the show." Stepping into the office a little further, Rose leans one foot back and kicks the door shut before reaching over and flicking a switch on the wall, turning the lights on and illuminating the office. "She's not," the panda continues, before tapping herself on the chest with one paw, the other paw going down and unbuttoning her vest over her belly. "I am." The wolf tilts his head back, barking out a short laugh. "You? You've gotta be kidding me. You stand behind the bar all night. You let people chug booze from the tap or chug spunk from your cock. You make minimum wage. I've seen your file. You really expect me to believe what you're telling me right now? This is just more bullshit." He steps towards her, growling, the threat of violence clear in his posture. "Now get lost before I decide to get angry, bitch."
Rose chuckles again, although this time it's mingled with a flash of anger. "Oh, Rex. You always were stupid, and too curious for your own good. A dangerous combination." The wolf's eyes narrow. "What do you mean?" The panda gives him a chilly smile. "Do you really think I would have told you what I just did if I planned to let you leave this room?" With a snarl of anger, the wolf steps forwards, throwing a heavy punch at the panda; Rose sidesteps the blow and catches his arm with the surety of practice, using the momentum of his own strike to flip him head over heels and slam him into the carpet. Stepping a few paces away from the wolf, Rose produces a small, expensive-looking pistol from within her vest, training the sights squarely on the wolf's head as he gets up. Rex freezes, staring at the gun, before looking past it, to Rose.
"What, are you just going to shoot me, then? That's not your style," he says, his voice heavy with spite. The panda nods agreeably, smiling at him. "You're right, it isn't." Lowering the gun, the panda fires it at the wolf's arm; rather than a bullet, a needle flashes out of the gun's muzzle, sinking into Rex's left arm, burying itself in one of the veins. The wolf lets out a growl of pain before looking at the needle and pulling it out. "The fuck are you-" A moment later, the impact of what just happened hits him, and the wolf's eyes widen in comprehension. "Oh, shit." Pushing past the panda, the wolf tries to run towards the door, but his movements grow sluggish and weak, and before he's gotten halfway there, he slumps into a heap on the floor, twitching and grunting, as Rose giggles a little, standing over him and twirling the dart gun around before putting it away. Leaning down, Rose grabs Rex by the front of his clothes and hauls him up, showing surprising strength as she pushes him against the wall.
Ravenous lust and hunger gleam in her eyes as she stares up at him, the wolf gazing back at her through muddled eyes, able to comprehend the peril of his situation but equally unable to do anything about it as Rose's lips part and her pink tongue flashes out, the panda hanging her jaws open for him and stretching them wide so that his eyes can gaze down into that tight, dark throat. "Aauuhhm!" Sarana, now completely naked except for her socks, walks over, giggling and bouncing on the heels of her feet. "Oh, look at you, big scary wolf! Not so tough now, huh?" The mouse chuckles, standing on tip toe so she can point into Rose's throat. "See that maw, Rex? It's gonna eat you aaalll up!" As the mouse speaks, Rose shuts her mouth, making a slow, taunting swallow - Mmguulp! - as Sarana traces a path down Rose's neck and between her breasts, following the course of her esophagus. "Down Rose's throat, her muscles squeezin' ya along.." The mouse then rests a hand on Rose's trim belly, swirling her paw around on it. "And then you'll curl up in her tummy! Don't feel bad, lots of people have gotten churned up in there. What's one more, huh?"
The mouse giggles, winking at Rose, who returns the wink; with some effort, Sarana props Rex against the wall, keeping his head straight to watch as Rose turns and shakes her ass at him, pulling down the waistband of her dress pants, along with her undergarments, to show off that shapely ass, framing a pair of full nuts and a perineum leading right up to a pink, winking asshole. "And then, ya know what'll happen..?" The mouse's voice is dripping lust. "Rose's belly starts makin' acids and enzymes and all kinds of fun stuff, and it'll use that to churn and crush and sizzle you down into chyme. That chyme'll drain out of Rose's belly and through her intestines, where it'll be sucked free of all the stuff her body can use.. and the rest turns into poop! From wolf to stinky brown panda shit! Then all that poop gets pressed against the inside of that butthole, and some time tomorrow, Rose is gonna shit what's left of you out." The mouse mmms tauntingly as Rose straightens up. "That's right, wolfie! That ass? It's gonna be pinching you off some time soon, turning you into a big mound of shit, and then you'll get FLUSHED." The mouse is still vigorously fingering herself as she talks, but Rose chuckles, stepping in and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Alright, Sarana, good job," the panda says. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, there." The mouse nods, giggling, and steps back, as Rose resumes the task of holding the wolf up.
"You should have just kept your head down and minded your own business, Rex. You had it easy as a bouncer." The panda shakes her head, smiling slightly. "Oh well. There's an idiot born every minute, so what's one less? I will admit, though, that I lied. You will be leaving this room.." The panda licks her lips slowly. "..In my stomach." Noticing the fear in his eyes, the panda smirks. "Oh, don't worry, pup. I'll let you have a say in things. You'll still be around.. as extra meat on my dick." Without further comment, Rose's jaws fall open. Slowly, daintily, almost gently, the panda wraps the wolf's muzzle in her tongue and draws it into her maw, her jaws stretching to fit around his as her free paw comes up to push his head into the curve of that soft, squishy throat, a squelch sounding out, followed by a light glp. Rex's eyes widen as he feels the raw power in Rose's throat muscles, pulling and tugging his head forwards; the wolf gets a great view of that throatflesh rolling forwards and swallowing each inch of his face, until it finally rolls over his eyes..
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End of recording. Reason for footage termination: Disabled by admin authorization.
Meet 'Mistress' Rose Valencia, the bartender of the most successful 'adult-oriented nightclubs' in town, The Predator's Pulse. The Pulse, as it's known by the locals, is somewhat of an infamous example of how money and power beget one another. Over the course of the club's long history, it has amassed a respectable list of clients.. and more than a few of the powers that be in city hall are on it, be they there for sexual purposes or be they there to sate tastes that would look inappropriate for a politician. Discretion is the club's guarantee, so perhap's it's not a surprise that nobody, save for the most well-connected of clients, are aware of who actually runs, owns, and manages the club; only a select few employees are privy to that information, and they are carefully vetted before being let in on the secret. Although speculation about the club's mistress or master runs rampant in the city and in the club itself, few would ever hazard a wild guess that the true power behind the throne has been staring them in the face the whole time, grinning, joking, making inappropriate sexual comments, and serving really good booze.
As the bartender, Rose is connected like few others in the club; she hears almost everything, sitting in the center of the club, a spider at the middle of a web of activity, sensitive to every thrum and whistle on the strands of her network, allowing her to stay one step ahead of her friends and her enemies alike. This cold, calculating personality is fairly shocking, considering that most people who know Rose think of her as a loud, boisterous, hungry seductress who loves sex, booze and food more than anything else, an image she actively fosters - both because she enjoys the fuck out of it, and because it's the perfect cover. Who would ever expect the bartender to be the one running the show, after all? Playing the masquerade like a champion, Rose continues her reign to this day, her network of contacts and spies ensuring that anybody who asks too many questions finds their way to only one destination - Rose's toilet, or the insides of some lucky sexual conquest.
Although Rose is a herm, she has no slit on her body; she has tits, balls, and a dick. She also prefers to be referred to as, and considers herself, a female, despite her 'masculine enhancements.' Despite her full appearance above, when she isn't entertaining 'guests' in that tight, hungry gut of hers, Rose actually has a rather slim figure to her. Both her nuts and her guts are capable of holding plenty of prey; she still hasn't found her upper limit. The last time she tried, she ran out of participants before she ran out of room, and the only downside was an unusually long time on the toilet the following day. All told, Rose is an extremely cunning, hungry, playful predator who won't hesitate to stuff herself whenever she gets the chance, so why don't you come and say hello?
Rose's biology isn't exactly non-standard, her junk notwithstanding. She isn't genetically modified or anything like that, and not even she's sure why she's a herm. However, her digestive tract is a deadly, powerful gauntlet of smothering flesh and sizzling acid hidden right away within that cute, sexy facade, ready to swallow up any unsuspecting meal and render them down to a pile of stinking panda shit. Strong, vicelike jaws clasp to guard the entrance to a gooshy hot, tight maw and throat, lined with sharp white teeth and a long, playful tongue. Once you've been swallowed, you'll quickly find yourself following the course of Rose's esophagus whether you want to or not, pushed downwards by peristalsis like all food is, until you wind up where prey belongs - her stomach, a steel-tight sac of muscle. It starts off rather cramped, especially for single meals, but for bigger prey, multiple victims, or people who are cooperating with their consumption, Rose can make it considerably more comfy and less cramped.. at least until digestion starts. Although Rose has a lot of control over her belly and can delay Digestion, she can't stop it forever, and anything that spends more than an hour in her gut is not leaving any way but the one meals usually exit by.
On 9/5/2016, Rose happened to meet the cutest dog gal, Kara_Lupold, in her club! After seducing her and taking her to the office, Rose couldn't help but gobble the cutie up, savoring every moment of it as she slid down her gullet and curled up in her tight tummy to be churned and crushed and gurgled into nothin' but panda poo! Kara wound up as a bit of extra bounce on the barkeep's body, and a big stinking heap of Rose shit! Uurp!~