Faith briskly strode down the sidewalk towards the entrance of The House of Gold, and the big electric sign that grabbed attention from halfway down the street. The dragoness didn't exactly look ready for clubbing in just a pale blue crop top and gray sweatpants, but this wasn't the sort of club where you wore anything that would be difficult to clean.

Her hand dug into her pocket to fish out her wallet pre-emptively as she got close to the entrance. There was only one other person in front of her when she arrived, and the musclebound tiger in a 'Security' t-shirt was inspecting their ID as Faith got in line, the music from inside of the club just barely audible in the street. The fox in front of Faith was soon waved inside, allowing her to approach and hold up her ID and enough money for the cover charge.

"Good to see you again," he greeted her, giving her ID a cursory glance just to ensure it was the real deal before handing it back to her. "You must be liking it here."

Faith gave a nod, though it took her a moment to summon up the courage to reply. It was her fifth visit to the club, and each visit made it easier for her to indulge, but it was still nerve-wracking. "Yeah, it's... I'm, um..." She took a deep breath. "I'm really enjoying myself."

He flashed her a grin and waved her past him. "Well, I hope you 'enjoy yourself' again tonight, miss," he told her, and she gave an enthusiastic nod as she scooted past him to go through the club's doors, standing aside as she did to let a patron with a drenched crotch get out past her. On her last few visits, that had been her, but she had slightly different plans tonight.

The sight inside was becoming more normal to Faith with each visit. Not far from the entrance a staff member was mopping the floor and flagrantly swishing her hips back and forth at the nearby tables as she did. Up on the stage there was a male dancer working the pole at the moment, attracting the attention of the tables closest to him. Over at the bar there seemed to be some sort of contest going on with two adjacent men with their hands between their legs squirming on the bar stools while other patrons nearby were either cheering or placing bets on who would win. And at a nearby table there was a snake woman sitting in the lap of presumably her boyfriend, acting casual while a dark stain spread across her pants and then onto his own.

Faith hoped that one day she could be as brazen as these people. She wandered the club floor looking for any familiar faces; the club's culture encouraged people to mingle, and after her first visit she'd looked for open tables to join rather than sitting off by herself. Soon she found a table of five with an empty seat and stepped over to it – most of the patrons there were unfamiliar, but she did recognize the calico cat from her first visit who gave her a nod when she approached.

"H-hi," she greeted them when their conversation ceased and they looked towards her expectantly. "Um, do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all," the cat said invitingly, gesturing for her to come forward. She pulled out the available chair and slipped into it, sticking her tail through the gap between the seat and the backrest. "Nice to see you again... Faith, was it?" She nodded to him, and he purred, "Thank you for coming on over to my table tonight."

Flustered, she chuckled and smiled bashfully, glancing around the table at the three other men and one woman who were sitting there. "Are these your friends?"

"Mm, well, I hope they will be by the end of the night!" he replied mirthfully, garnering laughs from the others as he grinned at Faith. "And with any luck, they'll be yours as well. Did you have any particular plans here tonight?"

"Um..." she began, faltering. She did, but saying it out loud was proving just a bit too much for her meager confidence, and she trailed off after mumbling "Well, I..."

"Nothing wrong with playing it by ear," the cat told her. Faith saw his eyes look over, and he raised a hand quickly to wave; Faith turned in her seat and saw that he had called over a waiter for her.

Faith's breath caught in her throat as she saw him: another dragon like her, but with jet black scales that reflected the overhead lights from the club, with ebony horns and dark gray hair that gave him a handsome look that captivated her. He was on the slim side, wearing a button-up shirt tucked into his pants, and Faith was pleased to see that his pants were currently dry. It didn't necessarily mean that he would be able to fulfil her request, but it did make it more likely...

"What can I get for you?" he asked her as he approached, taking a pad of paper and a pen from his pockets.

She hesitated. Half of her deeply wanted him to piss on her, to take the next step from merely drenching her own pants in this establishment to having someone else be the one who soaked her. But she couldn't get the words out, and when he offered her a few suggestions of mixed cocktails, she meekly took the first one, deflating a little bit as she watched the handsome waiter walk away.

The conversation at the table resumed, and for a moment Faith felt a little dejected, her eyes following the waiter as long as she could. But he would return with her drink, and then – then she would ask him. Yes, she would do it next time. She psyched herself up, sitting up straight in the chair, and though she noticed a couple of others at the table eyeing her, they didn't say anything. Perhaps they understood what was going through her mind from her demeanor and body language. Even the calico cat, once their eyes locked, merely gave her a nod of silent encouragement.

When she saw the waiter returning with a drink in one hand, Faith took a deep breath, going over what she wanted to say in her head. Everyone else at this club was so casual, so open about their desires, their cravings... why couldn't she do the same? She lifted her snout and watched him approach, and he placed the glass with its cloudy orange contents down on the table in front of her. "Anything else I can do for you?" he asked; that was Faith's cue.

"Yes," she began, "Can you..."

Her courage faltered right as she got to what she wanted to ask. She'd caught his attention, and he was looking directly at her. This was her chance! She just had to reach out and take it! But her gaze averted from his... and she saw the others at the table looking at her expectantly. The guy sitting next to her, an otter, gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow to encourage her, and Faith focused, turning her head back to the waiter. "C-can you..." she repeated, then forced everything out in one go: "Can you please pee on me?"

For a brief moment she felt embarrassed, and she looked downwards, feeling like she wanted to put her hands over her face. But those feelings lasted only until the waiter replied, "Of course, miss. How would you like it?"

"O-oh! I..." Faith looked up at him, and he was smiling at her, already reaching for his waist to undo the button on his pants. "I, uh... on my chest, please," she managed to ask, tapping the middle of her collarbone for emphasis.

"Mmm, good for you," the calico cat purred appreciatively. "I thought you were just going to ask him for a show. This is much better!"

Faith gave a nervous chuckle, watching with fixation as the waiter unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his pants, then reached behind himself to open a similar fastening at his tail. When his pants fell to his ankles it caught the attention of other tables nearby, and many other patrons turned in their seats in preparation for the show that was about to happen. Even though her nervousness hadn't gone away, it was being overpowered by Faith's excitement as she stared at his crotch; between his legs he had just a slit in his scales, from which the very tip of his cock was peeking out.

With a casual, almost practiced air, he placed a finger on either side of his slit and spread it open just a little more, pushing his hips forward as he shuffled sideways to stand closer to her. "Your shirt will get wet," he warned her in a charming tone of voice.

"I know," she told him, giving him a nod to encourage him to continue anyway.

He gave no warning when he began, and so Faith gasped when suddenly a thin stream of the waiter's pale urine sprayed from his cocktip and struck her chest. His aim was surprisingly good – but then again, he probably did this regularly – and his pee soaked into her shirt, turning the pale blue into a much darker azure color. She could feel the warmth against her scales through the fabric since she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her breaths came more quickly as her surprise faded and she pushed her chest out to better enjoy the golden shower.

"You're quite lucky tonight, miss," the waiter murmured to her, "I have plenty to give you." He turned his hips slightly to direct his stream back and forth across her upper chest, the dark patch on her shirt growing bigger and bigger as his piss seeped through the fabric, much of it splashing through and running down her scales. Faith couldn't hide how much she was enjoying this as she panted heavily and slipped one hand into her pants to finger herself, and the waiter's own enjoyment was clear as his cock began sliding out from his slit, starting with the pointed glans at the end of his length.

Faith slid her left hand up over her front, cupping her breast, feeling how warm and wet it was from the spray of urine. Her shirt hadn't been particularly absorbent and was already saturated, the waiter's piss pattering loudly on the soaked fluid that was clinging to her ventral scales. She hesitated only briefly, her apprehensions losing out to her arousal and excitement, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it upwards, exposing her bare breasts to the waiter. He gave an appreciative look, and as more of his shaft slid out into the open, exposing the ridges on the underside, he closed his fingers around it so he could aim his stream more precisely, pissing directly onto her tits and drenching them with his warm yellowed fluid.

It felt wonderful to Faith – not necessarily better or worse than having her shirt on, just different. His piss readily cascaded down her front and soaked into her pants, her hand busily moving underneath them conspicuously as she masturbated in the heat of the moment. She wasn't the only one, as the other patrons at the table and several others nearby were similarly enjoying themselves; some as subtle as she by simply sticking their hands down their pants, while others were far more brazen and had either whipped out their dicks or were openly fingering their pussies. Faith even heard a mumbled "I wish that were me" from the woman at her table, though it barely registered to her as she kept her eyes focused on the end of the waiter's cock and the stream gushing forth from it. He seemed to have grown to his full size now, his ridged length on full display, including the uninflated knot at the base of it...

She wanted this moment to go on forever, but of course, it couldn't. The moment the flow of his urine began to weaken, an urge overcame Faith, and without any hesitation at all she acted on it. Leaning forward, she took everyone by surprise – even herself – when she wrapped her muzzle around the end of his cock. His piss splashed all over her snout and face during her approach until she engulfed the glans and another extra inch of his manhood in her mouth, the warm fluid now spraying into her muzzle.

A groan escaped her; it was better than she'd imagined. The warmth filled her mouth, and she swallowed impulsively, feeling the heat making its way down her throat. She wanted more, but he was already running low, and she swallowed every drop he had for her, licking her tongue across his tip when his stream came to an end. He obliged her by clenching to force out a few final squirts, but then he was empty, and she released him from her mouth, leaning back in her chair, her fingers rapidly pumping in and out of her pussy. She was in such a daze – had she really just done that? What a rush...!

All around her people were moaning as they finished themselves off, men and women alike pushing themselves to climaxes. Faith wasn't far behind either, amazed at how wet her folds were as she dipped her fingers in and out of them, periodically teasing her clit with one finger. Soon, she was one of the patrons moaning out in orgasmic bliss as she squirted around her fingers and further drenched her pants, squirming and writhing in her seat as her tail swung about in the air.

When she came down from her peak, she half-opened her eyes and glanced around. Many nearby patrons were in a similar state, or were still working on bringing themselves to orgasm – and all from her and the show she had put on. To realize so many people had been watching her and pleasuring themselves to her was disconcerting... yet at the same time, it was exciting. Thrilling. And flattering, too. Did people really enjoy watching her get peed on that much? The evidence was all around her...

The waiter, still erect, cleared his throat softly. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he offered.

Faith pulled her hand out of her pants and fished out her wallet, handing the waiter several bills – damp with the pussy juices that had been on her fingers – as a tip. "That will be all... for now," she told him and managed to give him a broad smile. "Thank you."