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You are now all dressed in matching outfits. The sight of your oversized tits, barely contained by the tiny bras, and the fluffy tails wagging from your asses fills you with a mix of apprehension and excitement. You've never felt so small and ****, so... sexually available. The thought of going out into the bar like this, half naked and on display for anyone to see, is both embarrassing and incredibly arousing. You can't help but imagine the looks on the customers' faces as you serve drinks and flirt with them like brainless bimbos, your tiny new bodies screaming for attention. You’re not the only one feeling the uncertainty and anticipation. “Right… um, any suggestions?” You ask Candy.

“Don’t let the customers play with your tails, it’s a rule. If someone leashes you it means they’ve paid five hundred bucks for a private session in one of the curtained alcoves. They will expect their moneys worth from you and Dredd expects you to give it to them. Do you understand?” Candy asks.

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat up with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The idea of being on display, a sex object for all to see, is both mortifying and thrilling. “Give them what?” Carly asks hesitantly.

“You know, show them a good time. Make them feel special. Drain their wallets.” Candy winks, her meaning clear. You realize that as bimbo pets, you’re expected to perform sexually for the patrons of the bar. The thought sends a tremor of fear down your spine, but also a spark of excitement.

“A leashed sex kitten at Pussy Galore is gonna get fucked,” Jackie tells you with direct certainty. Clearly Jackie know from her previous existence as Jack Rogers, crooked cop and protection racketeer.

Candy nods and frowns. “You’ve been here before?” She asks.

Jackie shrugs, unable to think of a response. “Um, I knew Sharona,” she says mentioning one of the girls that used to work here. “What else should we do?” She wriggled the butt plug uncomfortable.

Candy regarded Jackie curiously for a moment. “Well, there are a few groups in here tonight. Smile. Stroke the customers egos and flirt… do what comes naturally to you - be bimbos!" Candy laughs as she opens the doors and leads the three of you out.

Dredd is at the bar talking to two guys in cheap suits. Jackie's eyes widen momentarilyvas she sees the two men and Candy notices. "Ah, you know officers Kelly and Golding?” Candy asks.

“Um, not really,” she says. If they find out who she is it would be bad for her Daddy, Dredd, and she doesn’t want that. Dredd sees the three of you and waves Kelly over. Kelly smiles nervously and walks over, hips, breasts and tail swaying.