Going Under Ch. 04

"Whoah. You're far too good to be a waitress." Lukasz said. "But for now the job's yours."

"Thank you." Sara said in a tone as if it was so important to her.

"My pleasure."

Sara did wonder if she should not have done quite so good a job and if he would want to come back for more. However, she was sure she could delude him, and hopefully all of this would be over before he called on her too many times. He handed her the short waitress's dress which she changed into in the toilet and within fifteen minutes, she was back out with Paulina learning the ropes of how this diner worked and honing her snappy waitress come-backs in Polish and Russian. Inside she felt a little proud with herself, she was in place and working; her first day undercover.

Sara awoke, for the third day in a row feeling incredibly horny. As she opened her eyes she could feel how rock hard her nipples were and that her pussy was already slick with juice. The thought of putting on the short waitress dress did nothing but increase the sensation. Sara guessed there was something in the food that she and Paulina ate that was making her feel this way. Sara turned her thoughts to Cate, wondering what she was doing, whether she was gazing at this apartment block or at the diner itself seeking vital clues or simply a glimpse of Sara herself. With the thought of Cate dressed in her rubber and leather, Sara's pussy throbbed excitedly, and her clitoris stood erect. Sara had no ability to stop her fingers stroking her aroused body.

"Need some help with that?"

For an instant Sara was startled as she heard Paulina's voice. She snapped her eyes back open and made out the muscular form of her fellow waitress, hair dripping, standing over her. Then she felt a hand plunge beneath the blanket and its stroke along her thigh made her body convulse upward in pleasure and a little moan come from her throat. Paulina clearly took that as a 'yes' and dropping her towel, slid her damp body into the bed. She gave Sara no time to speak, her body arched over hers and her mouth locked tightly, its tongue probing deeply into Sara's mouth.

The arousal Sara had felt meant she could not resist this pleasurable assault, and she grasped Paulina's body, crossing her legs behind the woman's back, thrusting her crotch against any firm body part she could. Beneath her skin she could feel numerous small hairs, all over Paulina. They were not hard like those of legs shaven days before, these were soft, strokable, like those of a cat or a dog. It was a strange sensation, but not one Sara found unpleasant, especially as Paulina's tongue began toying with the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, and Sara shuddered with the most pleasurable shiver. Paulina's tongue slid down Sara's body and she gasped in anticipation knowing it would soon find her sex. Paulina's tongue expertly located her pussy lips, widening them still further before plunging in, with the strength that matched that of a penis or a thumb. Sara's fingers ran across Paulina's back, digging, probing, stroking, trying to give something back for the desperate pleasure she was feeling. Soon, though, the orgasm took her and the light turned white and she was bathed in her sweat as the juices of her pussy flowed from between her engorged lips.

Sara slumped back, spent, a little relieved that the burning urge for satisfaction had been sated for the moment. However, Paulina was more demanding and she lifted up Sara's left had and slid it into her own pussy, using the squeezed fingers like a dildo, thrusting back and forwards so quickly. Sara began to sense how wide Paulina's pussy stretched and wondered at the size of the intruders that had preceded her hand. However, as Sara's hand was engulfed up to its wrist, it seemed sufficient for Paulina and with a low growl, she seemed to be coming to orgasm. Sara felt held hand tugged backwards and forwards as if it barely belonged to her, and then Paulina reached her climax, she let out a deep bass sound, mixed with shrill whelps of pleasure. Then she, too slumped back on the bed, pulling the blankets away from Sara. Paulina lay, still for a moment, but then quivering again, as if spasming from some attack. Sara propped herself up on her elbows and jealously realised she was watching a woman going through a series of multiple orgasms. Sara's penetration of Paulina was only the start of what appeared to be five climaxes, with an increasingly briefer pause between each one. Exhausted, Paulina slumped on the bed, her breath coming hard, her senses oblivious to anything bar the pleasure she had just felt.

Sara extricated herself and headed for the shower. They would be starting the breakfasts in forty minutes, though Sara did wonder whether Paulina would be any good at waitressing after what she had just gone through. Sara showered quickly, enjoying the post-orgasm tingle, something to make the day go quicker. The job in the diner, however, had proven to be surprisingly interesting and less tiring than Sara had expected. There were quiet periods in which she and Paulina could chat and watch music videos on the television before the main meals started. She was getting good practice with her colloquial Polish and Russian too, and picking up the things that were making Ukrainian increasingly different. At first she had not noticed anything worth reporting, but in the past week it had become clear that more Polish truckers and hitch-hikers with them were coming in. Some faces she was seeing too often for them to be travelling between Warsaw, Gdansk or Krakow and Moscow, they had to be staying somewhere nearer. Sara speculated whether, like the vampires, the lycanthropes had a dacha outside the city that they were gathering at.

For the moment that was all just speculation, she had no hard information about any of it. Sara stepped from the shower and vigorously towelled her hair. She returned to the bedroom in search of the hair dryer. For the moment she was not the werewolf fighter, simply Krystyna, the diner waitress.

Time passed quickly at the diner. Even if it was a front, it seemed to be making good money. Sara wondered that the Moscow mafia had not taken an interest in it, but she guessed that if the owners could turn into a wolf before your eyes, even the hardest Russian mobster was going to think twice about interfering. Sara had not had had any contact with Cate or the others. Her lover did appear regularly in her dreams and Sara's arms would ache to feel Cate's body between them, and her tongue was haunted by the sensation of her nipple resting on it. Occasional action with Paulina helped, but it certainly showed Sara, if she needed to know, the difference between sex and making love, and only Cate could provide the latter.

Sara was a little frustrated, she felt isolated here, detached from what was going on and she did not seem to have gathered any information of use. Alternating between the diner and her small apartment hardly seemed to offer much opportunity to uncover anything. Admittedly Lukasz was busy, too busy fortunately to request further fellatio from Sara, but what he was doing she had no idea. She had texted Benedikt's name and that an event was expected to Cate, but had had no reply. Sara was sure it had to be focused on the equinox. In all the movies, werewolves, vampires too, had rituals at notable times of the year. They might be real, but they certainly had something of the magical about them, and that kind of power tapped into natural forces, or maybe unnatural, whatever that entailed.

"Krystyna, Krystyna." Paulina called.

Sara snapped to attention and realised she was simply standing there with an empty coffee jug whilst around her the diner was filling up for the lunchtime rush.

"Sorry."

"Daydreaming?"

"Thinking about home."

"No time to get homesick. We need you here in body and mind." Paulina said, not uncharitably.

"Right."

"I've got a big order here. Can you take the lunch round to Jan's crew?"

"Yes, no worries."

Jan, well in fact 'Big' Jan to distinguish him from 'Fat' Jan, was the foreman of a building team: Karol, Wojciech, Ludwik, 'Krakow' Tomasz, 'Gdansk' Tomasz, Stefan, and Jan and Jan themselves. This crew had turned up a few days earlier. Sara was not clear where they were working but they had all their meals in the diner and both Paulina and Lukasz seemed to know them well.

"Hang on, where are they?

"They're working on the bunker."

"The bunker?"

"You haven't been over there? No, of course not. Quick, let me draw you a map. There's the number 210 painted on the concrete, it's the steel doors next to that. Under the Nevsky block."

"Right."

Sara took the sketch map on the napkin. It marked some of the apartment blocks on the edge of the area where she was living. She guessed the bunker was the old communal air-raid shelter left over from the Cold War paranoia. Sara felt a rush of excitement, if Jan's crew were so busy working there that they could not knock off for lunch, then surely it must be important. As she set off, balancing a tray of bags of burgers and fries with bottles of drink in a bag tied to her waist, she really felt she had hit what Cate and Sophia were looking for. In her mind she saw back to cornering the wolves and the dojo and envisaged it on a larger scale. She checked herself, realising she was relishing the fight, not fearing it, not disgusted by it. For a moment Sara hesitated, but then reminded herself this was a war, she could not be squeamish, she had a side to fight for, and at the sign of any weakness the enemy would kill her.

Sara continued walking, delivering food to what she guessed was the enemies' camp. She found the entrance to the shelter before the food had got cold. It was a non-descript area between two of the blocks, closed off by a hut used by caretakers. Its defence that it looked like nothing special, just a grey concreted area that everyone had forgotten whether it ever had a purpose. 'Krakow' Tomasz was smoking, leaning against the wall by the steel doors Paulina had mentioned. As she walked up, it dawned on Sara how she had become so accustomed to the sleek, muscular stature of the men around her in the diner, in fact the women too. They were hairy too. Whilst thick moustaches and beards were common in Eastern Europe, those she suspected of being werewolves seemed to have a good covering of it everywhere. She knew Paulina shaved more than the average woman. So easily she had slipped into being around werewolves, seeing them as normal, not thinking of how easily they could turn on her.

"Ah, it's you, gorgeous." Tomasz smiled and tossed his cigarette away.

"Yes, lunchtime. Can you get that door? I'll carry it down to the lads, you might drop it." Sara said practically, but also hoping to see inside the shelter.

Tomasz hesitated for a moment. "Sure." He pushed one of the heavy doors aside.

Sara stepped into the gloom, her eyes having to adjust to the contrast between the natural and the artificial light. She heard Tomasz sliding the door closed behind them, and for an instant Sara wondered if they had uncovered her secret and she had simply been tricked into walking to her own death.

"Keep going." Tomasz said, but in a relaxed tone.

Eventually the steps ended and Cate found herself at a junction with corridors going in three directions.

"Straight on, to the main hall."

In a minute they were walking into a large underground chamber, stretching a couple of floors back towards the surface. Sara guessed that under the Soviet system, they had still felt the need for communal lectures, speeches, singing, and so even in an air-raid shelter they had needed a space like this. A stage stood at one end with large scaffolding around it, from which hung furled banners that Sara guessed would be let loose at whatever rally or ritual was going to happen here. The crew were busily painting, plastering and welding all around the room. There were a number of doors off it, and Sara wondered how big this complex was and how easy it would be for Cate's team to get in and out. This room alone could hold hundreds of werewolves. Sara had tried to estimate how many had passed through the diner in the past few days. Often it was difficult to distinguish them from the average trucker, but she was sure there were now enough in Moscow to form a capacity crowd here.

Sara carried the food and drink over to some boxes and put it down. Jan's team almost immediately ceased work and headed towards their lunch, drawing up other boxes to sit on.

"So, what do you think?" Big Jan asked.

"Very good." Sara replied.

"Best workmen this side of Stettin." Wojciech boasted. "Bet you wouldn't see anything like this back in Lvov."

"No, I guess not."

"It'll be better on the night. I assume you're coming."

"Yes, yes, sure."

That reply seemed to please not only Wojciech, but the others too.

"That's excellent, we need more like you in the pack." Karol observed.

"Yes, the Wikolak community's always been short of females. We need more skin-walkers of all kinds." Big Jan noted.

Sara tried to convey a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Yes, it'll be great, to be one of the gang."

"You'll make one excellent pack bitch." Fat Jan joked.

"I'm sure."

Karol slapped Fat Jan. "Manners, this is a pack where females have as much chance of becoming Alphas as any male. She'll get to choose any mates she wants, don't forget that, and you're hardly going to get on her shortlist with manners like that."

Wojiech jeered too. "We can always do with a few more Omega males, hey fat boy?"

As the workmen joked, Sara surreptitiously scanned the room as much as she could. Under the scaffolding seemed to be a number of large chairs covered with dust sheets. The central one had the size of a throne. It was rapidly seeming clear, that some kind of council was going to be assembling here, just the target the vampires were seeking.

"... Well we need to celebrate that we're the dominant pack in Moscow. Those Ruskie wolves were far too weak, they need us Poles to put fire back in their belly. We've always been tougher, Germans on one side, Austrians on another, the Russians themselves on the third, none of this scampering back to the Siberian forests: in Poland you have to stand and fight." Big Jan was now explaining between mouthfuls of barely cooked burger.

"Yes, what Maciej's done for us here, he deserves to be Moscow's Rykov."

"Well, Benedykt's going to crown him, so I doubt even the Moscow diehards will be able to complain."

Sara tried to make herself as small as possible, but as alert as she could to all this intelligence. 'Rykov' was a contraction of the Russian word for leader, so she guessed Maciej was going to be recognised as wolf boss for this city. This information would be priceless to the vampires.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it. I'll see you on the night, if not before."

"Certainly." Big Jan gave her a wink as if he hoped to be on her mating list.

Sara hurried back to the surface as best she could without seeming to be in a panic. It was clear that being a friend of Paulina's had bought her entrance to this exclusive club, and that the plan was that she would be made a werewolf as some warm-up for the crowning of Maciej. Paulina must have assumed she knew all about it, having hung around with Wladyslaw, who associated with werewolves, even if he had resisted becoming one himself.

Outside, Sara walked back a different way, looking nervously behind to see if any of the workmen had decided to follow her. She ducked into the entrance way to another of the blocks and pulled out a rather crumpled envelope. It held a competition entry, one of the many that she and Paulina filled in during their down time at the diner. She quickly scribbled on the back of the napkin with map: all that she had heard about the coronation, all the names and details she could remember, trusting that Cate would be able to read her hastily written Cyrillic letters. She wrapped the entry around the diner napkin and shoved them into the envelope, with a sufficient stamp to get quite a few papers to their destination. Quickly she went to the mail box on the corner of this section of apartment blocks and shoved the letter in. Superficially it was going to an advertising company, but in fact the post office box had been rented by Cate.

Sara felt wired as she returned to the diner, but Paulina seemed too busy to notice. Sara slipped out the back, and nodding at the short-order chef, Anton, helped herself to the small stash of herbal teas that the waitresses saved for stressful days. Sipping it, she threw herself back into work, trying to suppress the thoughts careening in her head which she was sure any one of the wolves would pick up.

Part Three

Sara walked slowly back to her apartment. Paulina had stayed on as one of the late shift waitresses was off sick, but Sara felt too tired to even contemplate taking extra work. She had been living on her nerves since sending off the letter, just two days before. It seemed like weeks. Her mind had been spiralling through all the different possible outcomes and she had been permanently scared that her cover would be blown. Sara guessed she was no good at this undercover work. Maybe it was best for her to just run, get out. Surely Cate had all the information the vampires needed. That was cowardice, she had a job to do, and she had to stick at it. Fleeing now would raise the wolves' suspicions far more than if she just continued as before. Then she thought about how long she could go on. Right up to the moment when Benedykt, Maciej, Jan, even, bit into her neck and made her one of them? She would certainly bale out before it got to that. It was tough enough having a vampire for a lover, but to become something that Cate so opposed, Sara was sure would just burn her up entirely.

Remembering Cate brought some balance to Sara's mind. Rogue thoughts that she had somehow been tricked all along into being an agent of the vampires were eradicated by the love she knew came from Cate. If that was not true, then Sara knew she would be a dry, blood-drained husk at the dacha by now. Cate had come back for her, despite her duty, despite the danger, despite the heart-breaking knowledge that Sara would age hundreds of times faster than herself. Sara knew that for Cate, as for herself, even if they had simply one more night together, they could feel eternity from it.

Sara turned, she could feel Cate was in that doorway. That physical sensation surprised her, but she realised it was something that had been building between them. She knew now that she could find out Cate even if blindfolded. Still cautious, Sara walked apparently nonchalantly over to the entrance to the apartment block as if she had noticed something of casual interest.

Their lips came together, Sara breathing deep, eager to capture every iota of the scent of Cate. Her hands clawed into fine leather of Cate's coat, her body pressed so hard against Cate's rubber-encased breasts as if she was trying to reshape her body so they locked together. There was no thought of the world around them, just the time and space they inhabited together. Sara was unresisting as she felt Cate's hand probe beneath the skimpy waitress clothes to tease at her already excited sex. The sensation was urgent, there was no ability to attempt to refuse it. Sara felt waves of pleasure, mixed with shafts of need coursing through her. She had to feel Cate's fingers inside her, her lips and tongue so forceful in her mouth. Sara was reduced to a shuddering, gasping creature, unable to stand, only kept upright by Cate's encompassing arm manoeuvring her to rest against the wall.

Sara stood feebly, gasping, drinking in the caressing of Cate's gloved hand. She felt guilty for what she had done with Paulina, with Lukasz, but knew that Cate's love for her burned all that away. It was for Cate she had acted that way, in fact it was Krystyna who had done those things, this was Sara, her false skin shed, now with her lover.