Puma

As Puma watched, Panther cracked her whip, and some how managed shred the back of her bikini top without harming herself. It promptly fell off, baring her beautiful tits. Puma growled his approval at this. Panther, paused and gave him a saucy wink before resumed her dance.

Puma sat back in his seat and gulped down the last of his orangina juice. He held up his glass and shook it. Mere moments later, Octopus came by, hips swaying seductively. She bent down over him, giving Puma a good look at her magnificent breasts as she refilled his glass. As she did so, her free tentacles caressed his arms and shoulders, not to mention the sizable bulge in his speedo.

"Here you go, darling," she said in a seductive tone. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"When does Panther get off shift," Puma asked.

Octopus pouted. "Oh, baby, a macho male like you doesn't want to play with Panther. She's all whips and ropes and giving orders. You want a girl who knows how to...take it. Me, for example."