When Sullivan was offered a job with a touring dance troupe he didn’t realize that he had to dance naked. He also didn’t expect to
fuck the gorgeous choreographer on his first day. But weirder things have happened. 
He couldn’t deny the fact that he was ecstatic, being offered a well paying job when he was barely on his feet, fresh out of collage with not a dime to his name. On a real stage in New York no less! It wouldn’t be his first choice, but being called out on the street side by a small red headed goat seemed like a good place to start.  
“It’s a dancing gig.” Was the first things she said to him, handing him a small slip of paper with an address scribbled in smudged blue ink. “You look like you have the perfect legs for it!” 
Their conversation was cut short, the goat being pulled back into the limo and speeding off, leaving the hellhound to stand there dumbfounded, staring at the receding vehicle in the distance. The paper feeling heavy in his hand. Weird. 
It took a few days of building up the courage to arrive at the building. It turned out to be much nicer than he had expected. A large bull like man stood outside the door, snorting at him as he timidly walked up closer to the door. 
“I’m here for the dancing gig?” He nearly questioned, wondering if this was even safe.
The bulls face lifted, almost cracking a smile. “Right on inside. Boss’ waiting for you in the back.” He swung open the glass door. 
Surprisingly, it was a dance studio. Okay, so the goat wasn’t lying. He really was going to dance. Nice, this wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t terrible at dancing, he actually liked it a lot. Hidden talents I suppose. 
He saw several others, wearing tight clad clothing, stretching and engaging with idle chatter with each other. The red headed goat stood at the back of the studio, leaning against the mirror and shuffling though her phone. 
He walked slowly up to her and cleared his throat. “Oh hey. I guess I’m here for the job, heh.” The goat looked up at him and a smile spread across her lips. “Sounds like a party.” she chuckled, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Line up with the others.”
Sullivan sauntered over to the other six characters in the room, and took place between the two tallest members. “What’s your name new meat?” the goat questioned, turning towards an out of date boom box, flipping it on and allowing some nasty music that you’d only hear at a nightclub to filter through the speakers throughout the room.
“Sullivan.” he shrugged, still questioning what kind of dancing he’d be doing. 
“Nice nice." she said, cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck. “Okay everyone. Strip!”
He stopped dead. Strip? Like, naked? “Um, what?” he managed to squeak out, looking at the others who already began to remove what little clothes they had on. 
“Strip.” she repeated. “Take off your clothes. We have a gig in a month and we need to catch you up to speed.” 
His face lit up. This was a strip group, wasn’t it? Gods, what the hell did he get himself into? He shyly pulled off his clothes, glancing up at the goat who seemed to be the only one still covered. 
“Hot. Okay everyone, lets take the new kid through sets 8 and 13.” 
He managed to get through the three hours of training, only managing to not be overly embarrassed after the second hour. It was almost 6 o’clock by the time he was pulling his clothes back on and stretching out his sore arms. He felt a heavy hand pat him on the back.
“Nice work kid. You’re gonna be a great addition to our team.” On of the others said before strutting out the front door, shirt slung lazily over his shoulder. 
His ears perked as he heard the soft clack of the goat walking up next to him. 
“Hey Sully, mind staying after class? I just wanted to get you caught up with everything.” she winked at him before waving off the others. Sullivan nodded, his throat going dry.
The hallway to the redheads office, Kimi he learned over the course of the class, was just as vibrant as the rest of the studio, though it was covered in multiple pictures of wonderful dancers who he could only assumed worked here in the past years. They were all very naked might I add. 
He stopped to take in the sight of several other pictured before he heard a low whistle, drawing his attention to Kimi who was leaning up against the doorframe to her office. 
“C’mon in babe. You’ll have time to gawk at my dancers later.” she gestured the hound into her office before turning on her hoof and strutting her way back into the room.
Sullivan followed silently, wondering to himself if he was going mad or the goat had slipped into tighter clothes than before. His throat was dry again as he shuffled into the office and plopped himself down on the retro-like leather couch that was nearest to the window. 
Kimi walked around her desk and plopped her rear on the corner, crossing one leg over the other and staring directly at the hellhound. “So Sully,” she began in a low sensual voice. “I knew you had the right legs for my dance studio.” she continued, reaching across the space to drag one hand slowly down the male’s thigh. 
He stiffened at the touch, the warm hand sending a few tingles up his spine. “Care to show me any other move you have hidden away?” she finally took a bold enough move and peeled herself off the desk to plant herself in the others lap. 
He bit his tongue, and nodded, finally feeling less awkward. He stroked his hands up the goats back and sighed. “I’ll show you every move I got.” 


To be continued…..?