remained human. In fact, if you couldn’t smell the wolf on him, you’d have sworn he was nothing but human, and taking the whole thing remarkably well. I expected him to piss his pants any minute, but Frank was surprising the hell out of me--all day long.
Giselle went to him. “Are you all right, Frank?”
Amber asked, “Where the fuck is Hood?”
I winced at the pressure she was putting to my nuts. I started to say something, but she squeezed more. That hold was the only thing that kept me from friggin’ killing her.
But I’m such a dog. I felt my cock rising between us, rubbing against her forearm.
Giselle said, “You know where.”
“I’m gonna tell you one last time, Giselle, you better fuck his brains out tonight or I’ll slit your pretty little bitch throat myself. He’s only doing it to piss you off.”
“What?” Frank asked, which was good. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, and we both wanted to know.
“She’s got him tied up, screwing every bitch he can, trying to prove something. And he’s proved it, all right. Hood’s a total asshole. He can fuck until we’re all sore.”
Giselle helped Frank up, smoothed his clothes for him. Extremely solicitous.
Amber looked at me. “What the hell are we gonna do with you?”
“I wanna know what the hell you already did.”
She tipped her head. “Would you relax a little? That’s what’s wrong.”
“I can’t,” I managed to squeak, “You’ve got me by the balls.”
We both looked down. She let go of me instantly.
I ouched a little monkey dance, grabbing myself. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Damn.”
Frank noted with a bit of a smile, “This is the first time I ever saw you lose your cool.”
“Well...you fucking morph into shit at L.I., and see how well you do.”
Amber said, “Giselle, get out there and keep an eye out.”
“You gotta help him to relax or we’re all dead.” Giselle’s words spooked me and Frank both. We knew it already, though. She said, “You can’t say anything about that pill.” To Amber, she said, “I can’t believe you gave him one! He’s a Gaia-damned natural and you know it!”
“Shut up and get out of here.”
“Give him another pill,” Frank suggested. “Surely you’ve got a muscle relaxer.”
Amber shook her head. “No. He’s gotta get a grip.”
She moved toward me, while Giselle went to the door, dragging Frank, “You, come with me.”
“But--” Frank didn’t want to leave me again, I could tell that. Not with Amber, anyway.
“Go.” Amber turned her head toward them. In the mirror, I saw her eyes flash red. I could’ve sworn I saw light beams come from them, but that was just too...Hollywood. I must’ve been imagining it.
Giselle trembled, and Frank scrambled backward. I remember thinking...what the hell? Frank pushed Giselle out the door, and followed her.
I’ve seen a hundred bitches crinos. I’ve seen more than I can count shift in various ways. I’ve seen eyes flash. I swear, though, when Amber’s eyes go laser, you see death’s grim reaper. You know you’re one inch from dying.
You gotta respect that.
I asked, “What are you?”
I could see she was a black wolf--a beautiful one at that, with the smoothest, sleekest coat. Her hair had fallen from the clip and spread out over her shoulders, blending with the rest. In crinos, she was covered in fur. The buttons on her coat had popped with the shift, and now that I looked, I saw the garter winking from the pelt of fur on her belly. The hosiery had stretched, and the hair was coming through the holes. Her breasts were still covered by the coat.
She asked, “What do I look like?”
“That’s not what I mean.” I sniffed. She smelled natural, but I had the distinct
Giselle went to him. “Are you all right, Frank?”
Amber asked, “Where the fuck is Hood?”
I winced at the pressure she was putting to my nuts. I started to say something, but she squeezed more. That hold was the only thing that kept me from friggin’ killing her.
But I’m such a dog. I felt my cock rising between us, rubbing against her forearm.
Giselle said, “You know where.”
“I’m gonna tell you one last time, Giselle, you better fuck his brains out tonight or I’ll slit your pretty little bitch throat myself. He’s only doing it to piss you off.”
“What?” Frank asked, which was good. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, and we both wanted to know.
“She’s got him tied up, screwing every bitch he can, trying to prove something. And he’s proved it, all right. Hood’s a total asshole. He can fuck until we’re all sore.”
Giselle helped Frank up, smoothed his clothes for him. Extremely solicitous.
Amber looked at me. “What the hell are we gonna do with you?”
“I wanna know what the hell you already did.”
She tipped her head. “Would you relax a little? That’s what’s wrong.”
“I can’t,” I managed to squeak, “You’ve got me by the balls.”
We both looked down. She let go of me instantly.
I ouched a little monkey dance, grabbing myself. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Damn.”
Frank noted with a bit of a smile, “This is the first time I ever saw you lose your cool.”
“Well...you fucking morph into shit at L.I., and see how well you do.”
Amber said, “Giselle, get out there and keep an eye out.”
“You gotta help him to relax or we’re all dead.” Giselle’s words spooked me and Frank both. We knew it already, though. She said, “You can’t say anything about that pill.” To Amber, she said, “I can’t believe you gave him one! He’s a Gaia-damned natural and you know it!”
“Shut up and get out of here.”
“Give him another pill,” Frank suggested. “Surely you’ve got a muscle relaxer.”
Amber shook her head. “No. He’s gotta get a grip.”
She moved toward me, while Giselle went to the door, dragging Frank, “You, come with me.”
“But--” Frank didn’t want to leave me again, I could tell that. Not with Amber, anyway.
“Go.” Amber turned her head toward them. In the mirror, I saw her eyes flash red. I could’ve sworn I saw light beams come from them, but that was just too...Hollywood. I must’ve been imagining it.
Giselle trembled, and Frank scrambled backward. I remember thinking...what the hell? Frank pushed Giselle out the door, and followed her.
I’ve seen a hundred bitches crinos. I’ve seen more than I can count shift in various ways. I’ve seen eyes flash. I swear, though, when Amber’s eyes go laser, you see death’s grim reaper. You know you’re one inch from dying.
You gotta respect that.
I asked, “What are you?”
I could see she was a black wolf--a beautiful one at that, with the smoothest, sleekest coat. Her hair had fallen from the clip and spread out over her shoulders, blending with the rest. In crinos, she was covered in fur. The buttons on her coat had popped with the shift, and now that I looked, I saw the garter winking from the pelt of fur on her belly. The hosiery had stretched, and the hair was coming through the holes. Her breasts were still covered by the coat.
She asked, “What do I look like?”
“That’s not what I mean.” I sniffed. She smelled natural, but I had the distinct
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