<em>Where was that son of a bithch?</em>she thought as she crawled down the steps it was so humiliating, knowing that those whores were watching her.  She hoped to god that that one whore from last night was not watching.<br/><br/>She made it to the bar and pulled herself up into a chair.  As soon as she sat down, she regretted it.  She let out a long moan as she wiggled on the chair, her tail swooshing back and forth.  She leaned back and opened her legs, forgetting that the bar stool had no back.  Next thing she knew she landed on her back on the floor with a thud.