My Amazing Lycanthropic Life Ch. 03

I loved clubbing. The music, the atmosphere, the heat, the dancing, and, of course, the guys. It was going to be a fun evening, it always was if you had the confidence and assertiveness that I had.

"Well we'd better make ourselves presentable again, here, pull over that stool, we can share the mirror and fix our makeup."

"What about a wash?"

"Oh Ellie, you are such an am-a-teur. The greatest turn on for any guy is the subtle smell of sex mingled with a fabulous perfume. They have no idea what it is, but it makes them go goo-gah! Guy's are so dumb! It honestly never fails! Here, take this fem-fresh, it's all you need!"

"I see. Well I bow down to a pro-fess-ional!"

"You should. Let me do your make-up! Please!"

"Oh go on then, I know you! You'll go on about it all night if I don't let you."

"You won't regret it! Well maybe you will, but not until you've had the time of your life!"

Ellie was quite cute and a little boyish, but although she always looked sweet, she had no clue how to do sophisticated make-up. I knew exactly how to use the brush and by the time I had finished we almost looked like sisters as I guess my specific style shone through. When she looked in the mirror she literally squealed and jumped up and down for a minute and gave me an enormous hug which I had to back away from as I didn't want to ruin all that effort. I bit my lip and offered to lend her one of my dresses. She picked this blue bodycon outfit that clung to her. I was sort of pissed-off at first as she looked so damned hot in it and it wasn't really practical for me as I couldn't wear it without the most extreme tuck. I told her she had to have it as it was clearly made for her and I had to fight off another hug.

I rang for a taxi. I used a different firm every month as I valued my privacy and liked simplicity. Using the same firm all the time would invariably create some sort of familiarity, and with that inevitably some complexity. Charlie's nightclub was about fifteen minutes away and was just about to be hit by the most ravenous form of female predation. It was renowned as a pick-up joint, but a fun one as the door policy was quite strict and they only allowed in respectable looking people. The queue was stretching down the street as Ellie and I's little diversion earlier meant we were quite late and it was now peak time. I hustled Ellie to the front of the queue and found the two decent looking guys standing in line.

"So sorry we're late!" I said, grabbing the taller guy's face in my hands and kissing him firmly on the lips before he could say anything. "Thanks for waiting!" Ellie kissed her equally surprised partner on the cheek. The guys weren't stupid and immediately realised we were just doing a queue busting hustle and, having checked me out and, unsurprisingly liked what he saw, mine decided to take full advantage, and kissed me back rather vigorously. It was a bit of a mouth grope and I had to push him away. I liked my kissing to start slowly and build up, not start off as some sort of tongue fight. His friend attempted the same with Ellie, but she was a bit awkward at first before letting herself go and throwing her arms round his neck. I absolutely loved kissing when it was done properly, and I also just loved the sheer look of disgust that the girl behind us in the queue threw my way when our eyes met.

"Are you coming in or what?" The bouncer asked in an impatient tone that spoke utter boredom and disinterest. I laughed and we fell into the club, the guys paying the door man before we headed to the dance floor.

I sauntered up to the bar with Ellie somewhat in tow and our 'boyfriends' trying to look the part. The club was loud, loud enough that I had to almost shout in my guy's ear.

"Thanks for getting us in. Do you want a drink or a blow job?" I shouted as quietly and as discreetly as I could. It was clearly a rhetorical question and before he had time to answer I was dragging him off to the men's toilet giving Ellie a wink and indicating 'five minutes' with my extended fingers and thumb. A drink for him cost me money and was no fun at all. Dragging a guy into the toilets and blowing him was not only free, but started my evening off in exactly the right way. I sat on the seat of the toilet while he leant against the door and, as I expected, he could hardly keep his juicy cum in his scrotum, and filled my mouth before I had even had a chance to lick his balls. His loss, not mine!

I stood up and kissed him, pushing some of his load into his mouth with my tongue. That was usually enough to get them to hurry out of the cubicle, and he was no exception. There was a really cute guy in front of the mirror combing and gelling his hair. He was good looking, but then it was clear that he knew it, and they are always the worst types of guys! Generally so self-obsessed they were a pathetic waste of space. I stood behind him so he could see me in the mirror and once he had worked out he wasn't dreaming, I leant round him and crushed my lips against his, feeding him some cum and ruffling up his hair.

"Bitch!" he shouted, and I just laughed and ran out through the door that my little puppy dog was holding open for me. Not only did I get noticed as a hot girl strolling past the urinals, it sent out the message that I meant business, and of course I had got my first cream of the evening.

"Did you like the snowball?" I asked loudly to my 'boyfriend' as we headed back to the bar, jostling through the crowds.

"Err, snowball? Sure, it was great, best ever. You're unbelievable, do you know that?"

"Yes, and you're not wrong, I am. Believe me, most guys really would find me unbelievable if I stuck around long enough, but I'm not that type of girl."

"You'll stick around tonight though, right? I mean with me."

"Wrong. I've more than repaid you for your generosity so I think it's only fair that I see if anyone else grabs my attention."

The guy in the toilet was right. I was a bit of a bitch when I was out clubbing, but if you weren't you just ended up with second best and that wasn't something I was interested in.

We had arrived back at the bar where Ellie and her guy had managed to grab four bar stools. I sat down and crossed my legs revealing the whole ankle to thigh package and noticed several pairs of eyes admiring them as I swung myself round to face the bar and talk to Ellie. I looked back at my guy and could see the dilemma in his face. It said 'Fuck off you bitch!", but the words that came from his mouth were much more conciliatory. "Fair enough, but if I don't strike it lucky and neither do you, by the time you decide to leave, text me OK." He gave me a card.

"OK, George!" I said, reading his name and noticing he was an estate agent. I actually really liked estate agents. Not because of their personalities, you understand, or their tacky and cheap 'look at me' cars, but because of their job. I might well look him up tomorrow! I smiled at him and was a bit more friendly as I said, "maybe I will. Now excuse me as I need to catch up with Ellie."

"Need rescuing?" I asked, speaking into her ear and hoping I was not overheard.

"Not really, he's OK."

"Yeah, but you can do better, gorgeous! What's his name?"

"Sam, I think. It's so loud in here, it could have been Sanj."

I turned back to George.

"Look, we'll maybe see you guys later, OK."

"OK." He paused. "I don't even know your name."

"That's how I like it, later honey!"

He grabbed a reluctant Sam or Sanj and they disappeared towards the dance floor. Ellie looked at me.

"He was OK", she said, "I loved his complexion and his eyes were so dark and mysterious, and he had a great smile, and he made me laugh!"

"Come on Ellie! Here. Look at this!" I produced my makeup mirror from my handbag and held it in front of her face.

"You can have anyone here, just take your time." I said reassuringly.

"OK, Sindi, you're the boss," she replied, sniffing my breath. "Did you just give that guy a BJ?"

"Yeah, of course! His cock's quite nice, not massive, but a good mouthful and a nice shape."

"You are unbelievable!"

"Yes, so I keep getting told. Now let's get busy."

I had noticed two new guys enter the club and seen one checking Ellie in the mirror while I was holding it. Mirrors are very handy don't you know! They were well built, well groomed and wore expensive suits. They were good looking, but not in a trying-too-hard sort of way, and I had concluded that they were almost certainly from out-of-town and, therefore, perfect. I noticed a lot of other girls giving them the eye. In fact they seemed to have created a bit of an aura around them. No way girls, they're mine!

"Excuse me for a moment." I said to Ellie, as I swung my legs round to face the two guys who I had noticed were looking our way. I saw them take me in from the floor to my carefully flicked hair and I looked towards the entrance as if I was expecting someone, but I could sense them completing their viewing and knew I had their attention. I turned my head back sharply to face them. I locked eyes with the slightly more handsome of the two and my face broke into an 'I like you' smile as I stood and began to walk towards him.

"Can I get you and your friend a drink?" I asked not expecting an immediate reply because it would take them some time to digest what had just happened. I then added. "Maybe you would like to join my friend and I."

"Err, sure, let me do the honours though!"

"And why should I let you pay?"

"Well, no offence meant, it's just Johnny and I won't be paying either."

"Really, what's your name? Charley?"

"Smart girl."

"Oh really! prove it!"

We walked over to Ellie who was half smiling, half worried.

"A bottle of Bollinger please Debs."

"Sure Charley. Hi Johnny." The barmaid replied, hastily finishing serving her current customer.

Charley and Johnny were relaxed natural talkers and while I directed my attention to the bar's owner, Ellie was more than happy talking to Johnny who was clearly charming her panties off with his smooth good humoured patter. Charley was a much cooler customer, or should I say owner, and I was a bit worried that I might be losing my touch as it had been almost an hour and I could still not feel that I had him eating out of the palm of my hand, not even the cashews I offered him!

"Hey, Baz." He called over to a rather dour looking man who had appeared behind the bar. "Who's in the VIP tonight?"

"Oh hi Charley. "He smiled and looked completely different. "Err, let me think. It's not too busy, mainly paid-up folk I think. Oh yeah, and that singer and her band are up there."

"Can you fix me up a table for four and give me the nod when it's ready?."

"Sure Boss, you got it."

I'd not been up to the VIP before. It was quieter and far more sophisticated than the meat market below and as we talked I could see that Ellie just couldn't help falling for any guy with a sharp suit and smooth tongue. It was her nature, and to be honest, that Johnny was the chat-up master. I'd already made a few mental notes from overheard snippets of their conversation. I decided that I had to be more direct with Charley. We were just starting the third bottle of champagne and the canapés were salty enough to make me want to drink even faster.

"Are there any other secrets to this place apart from the VIP area?" I asked.

"There's a small flat upstairs that I sometimes stay at."

"Handy."

"Yeah."

"I really like you Charley, you're not anything like I thought you would be."

"No? What did you expect? I'm intrigued."

"Not sure? I guess I thought I'd be having to work a lot harder to keep my panties on."

Charley laughed.

"No one's ever pulled ME so blatantly before Sindi," he said, emphasising the word me which, of course, implied that he was a bit of an operator himself, "so I'm still struggling to work you out. You're a bit of an enigma really, no, that doesn't do it justice, more of a complete mystery. Not sure what makes you tick at all. Just can't put my finger on it."

"Let me help." I took his hand and placed it on my nylon clad thigh enjoying the warm tickly feeling as I slid it up my skirt towards my surprise. That particular pleasure was all too fleeting as, to be truthful, it was no distance at all as I had been ensuring my legs were on full display all night, my hem hitched up as far as was decent. I pressed his index finger against my cock which had been in a state of arousal ever since I had seen him, and was growing harder by the minute as I felt I was completing my seduction.

"I'd have never guessed," he said, looking me in the eye, unblinking, but with a look that indicated he was completely happy with what he had discovered.

"And how do you feel about me now?" I asked, my words slow and measured, my voice as sultry as I could make it with all the ambient noise. Charley's face broke into the most beautiful smile and, as we drank in each other's eyes, he took my hand and placed it on his trousers, pressing it down gently. I squeezed the outline, gauging immediately that, like I, he was rather well endowed. He was also rock hard and felt like he was on fire.

"Same as I felt when I first saw you," he said, our eyes still locked together, "and although I could pretend it made a difference, you can see that my body says otherwise."

"Mmm, I like it!" I said, running my hand slowly up and down his length while his finger tip circled gently around the head of my panty encased cock, just as if I was a girl, causing shivers to run up my spine. His eyes moved down to look at my lips and I, well versed in the art of getting what I wanted, parted them slightly and ran my tongue slowly between them. He brought his face to mine in slow motion and I gasped when his top lip gently brushed against mine and felt a spark jump from my mouth to my throbbing penis. I let him be in control, I could tell he knew how to kiss a girl, and I was right.

He took it slowly, teasingly slow, his lips touching mine all over, softly, sweetly and in a way that was driving me insane. He took my top lip between his, moistening, pressing, pulling and then repeating the same thing in each corner. Then with my bottom lip. Honestly I was shaking by now. This guy didn't just know how to kiss, he should be giving master classes! Finally he pressed his lips squarely against mine, our heads at a slight angle to each other, and his tongue gently forced its way into my mouth, as I feigned resistance knowing exactly how to play this delightful game and make the moment last.

I felt his hands on my head, cupping my face gently, exerting his control as our kiss became more urgent, our tongues playing with each other's. I missed his finger below, and squeezed my legs together in a slow rhythm to continue the wonderful feeling in my groin that he had so cleverly started, then, as I needed more, I touched myself as I continued to touch him. I felt his passion abating, his tongue retreated and his kissing became softer. He pulled back, still gently holding my head and our eyes met again.

"Would you like to see the flat?" He asked euphemistically.

"I would love to, Charley." I replied, lost in the moment, but so happy with how the evening was developing. Of course, I did not forget Ellie. We girls always look out for each other! "Can Ellie and Johnny join us? Is there room?" I asked, looking up at him meekly through my thick lashes.

"Sure, it's got two rooms! Why not! If they want to, of course." I squeezed his cock, which I had never stopped rubbing, and then took his hand, pulling him up. I led him over to Ellie, who was still in a very passionate clinch with Johnny and whispered in her ear. She grabbed Johnny's hand and, in a voice more cheerful than I had heard from her in a long time, said.

"Lead the way guys!"

The flat was modern and minimalist with a focus on black and white, so much so, that even the pictures on the walls were all copies of famous black and white photographs. The white leather sofas were soft and sumptuous and the black lacquered furniture extremely shiny and stylish. What made it spectacular was the distribution of houseplants and the subtle red, yellow and green uplighting that made it feel as if you were in a garden. I loved it, and told Charley that it was a lovely place, giving him a massive kiss as I threw my arms around his neck and we fell onto one of the sofa's with a soft thud. He pushed me away, causing me to pout in mock offence, and then just laugh out loud.

"Johnny, help me fix some drinks." He said and Johnny peeled himself from Ellie's embrace, following him into the kitchen. I grabbed Ellie and asked how it was going. She was super happy and when I warned her that this evening could well just be a one night stand, she shrugged her shoulders to indicate that although she probably would like it to be more she was happy with that. I was pleased for her! She asked me whether Charley knew about me, and I told her that he did. She smiled.

"I thought he might be gay, or at least bisexual."

"I'm not sure he is. I'll let you know, but he knows exactly what I've got between my legs!"

"Exciting!"

"Oh yes, I'm really hoping he is a virgin in that department, you just can't beat sharing that first time experience!"

"I bet you are! You are incorrigible!"

We laughed loudly just as our guys walked back in carrying some large glasses containing what were apparently 'Black Russian' cocktails. They were scrummy, but really strong! We sat and talked and laughed, discovering a bit about each other, but mainly just laughing. It was a fabulously relaxed atmosphere, and although it was quite sexually charged, I could tell that Johnny and I were super keen to move things into the bedroom, whereas Ellie and Charley seemed just a bit nervous. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. My cock was so pleased to escape as I washed my lower regions it stood up proud and hard. I even had a mini douche in my handbag and gave myself a good clean inside. Finally I checked my face as I let the warm water inside do its job and fixed my lipstick and powdered my cheeks and nose. I evacuated, filled myself with lube, and just about managed to squeeze my cock back into my panties before re-entering the living room.

"Time for bed Charley." I said, standing in front of him, my legs apart, stretching my dress which was slightly see-through with the up-lighting behind me. Johnny followed my lead and stood up, taking Ellie to the spare bedroom. I continued standing in front of Charley, smiling at him in the most inviting way I could.

"Am I your first?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied, lowering his head. I felt an amazing warmth flow through me, but I did not reveal my excitement to him.

"Come on." I said, extending my hand which he took. "There's no hurry, we have all night, but I really really want to taste you, come on Charley, I promise you won't regret it!"

I pulled him up from the sofa and he led me to his room. It was functional, but nice, with an en-suite. I closed the door, turned to face him and slowly slid to my knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and slips in one go, his cock springing out, hot, stiff and smelling divine. It was a really nice looking cock too, and a good size. I covered its purple head in kisses as I gently held his balls in the palm of my hand, loving the feeling of its silky texture on my lips. I ran my tongue along its length, one side and then the other, ensuring to make it slick with my saliva so I could then run my lips up and down it, feeling every ridge and vein.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and took him into my mouth loving his groan as my lips passed over his glans and I pulled in my cheeks. I hummed in delight as I always did when a man made his joy obvious to me. I could taste him now, his cum was as sweet as he was and I pulled off him to lick my lips. I ran my tongue over his head as my hand gently twisted and pressed in a steady rhythm. I flicked my tongue in that so-sensitive region underneath the tip and was rewarded by a pearl oozing out that I greedily devoured. I alternated techniques, taking him as deep as I could, and then teasing him.