"I'm gonna hit Club HotFlash," she said, smiling devilishly. I couldn't help it, that seriously turned me on. Club HotFlash was THE upscale sort of strip club that young men dream about going to. It wasn't just full of hot women, it was full nude, full alcohol, and there wasn't a "no contact" rule like so many other strip clubs employed. It was, in short, a paradise of debauchery, with rumors of full-on sexual encounters for those lucky or wealthy enough to make it into the champagne room.
"W...wow.." was all I could manage to sputter out.
Erica smiled at me, that devilish grin that spoke volumes about the woman she'd become since her infection. "I'm gonna fucking infect every woman in that club tonight, and turn it into werewolf breeding central!"
"Ohhh...wow," I whispered, rock hard.
She sniffed the air suddenly, and her eyes dropped, focusing on my crotch. "You're a kinky little fucker, aren't ya?" she asked.
"You could smell that?" I replied, slightly embarrassed, but really more shocked than anything.
She nodded. "Quite frankly, I don't know how the good doctor could control herself. My senses are all heightened even now, and I'm perpetually fucking horny! Even now, I'm tempted to just take a quick peek at my tatoo, and shed this form again."
"Really...wow," I said, slightly concerned, because I could see the barely contained animal inside of her. I could see the subtle struggle inside her.
"So..." she asked, stepping right up to me, nose to nose, sniffing at my neck, "You want a preview of what it's gonna be like in there?"