"Werebears, eh?" Greg asks, "Some sort of subset of the Bear scene?"
Max smiles, "Yeah, definitely a subset. As you can tell by lookin' at me an m' boys, we're like one percent of the Bear scene."
"I'll say!" says Derek "The top one percent, big, tall, strong, furry, hung… and handsome as Hell!"
"You guys gotta be porn stars!" Greg says.
At that point Al, the bartender leans over and says, "Two drink minimum gents. What's your pleasure?" he growls out and smiles around his cigar. His thick salt and pepper beard framing a handsome face. His muscular frame stuffed into a well-worn flannel with the sleeves cut off accentuates his finest ursine qualities, his hugely muscular, hairy arms. A nice set of tattoos on those upper arms and forearms with a general biker/bad bear theme of bears, skulls and snakes are as natural on him as the faded worn jeans and engineer boots. A Nice round belly slightly hangs over his thick leather belt and as you look down, you notice a nice big package, bulging no doubt from your enhanced bear-omones.
"Beer 's fine for us, domestic, but not swill. Two each." Max says pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "Keep the change." He winks at the bartender and Al grins back, puffing on his stogie.
"Yes Sir! Three pitchers of microbrew comin' right up." He says.
"Make that four, our new friends here are drinkin' with us." Max indicates Greg and Derek.
"Right, you are Sir!", Al says and begins filling pitchers.
You all head over to a couple of large tables, Derek and Greg follow.
The beer comes and as you talk over the ice-cold mugs of brew, Derek asks, "So, what's doin' at your cabin? You guys shootin' a porno and want to get us in on it?"
"Nah," Max says.
You and the others exchange a knowing look of which Derek and Greg are unaware.
"We're just lookin' for some fun and thought you two might like to share in it." Jack offers.
There is a general agreement around the table.
"Well, if that's what you're after." Greg says, "Hang around. This is a public bar and private club." Now it's Greg and Derek's turn to exchange knowing glances.
"Private club?" Ross asks.
"Yeah, it ain't called the 'Bear Pit' for nothin'." Derek says.
"What do you mean?" Rick says, speaking up.
"Well, the place is kinda dead at the moment because everyone's home resting up for tonight. Only reason Derek and I are here early is that we got stuff to do before the party tonight." Greg says.
"Party?" Max asks.
"Yeah. OK, story time." Greg says and takes long pull on his beer. "Once a month the Bear Pit throws a party. See, this place used to be a speakeasy back in the twenties. Al discovered a 'secret basement' when he was gutting and renovating the place that apparently isn't on any official plans. He did a bit of research and found that this place used to be hardware store owned by a local gangster. Al thinks they dug out a basement under the existing building and hired a construction crew to finish it off. Back then, the hardware store was kind of off to itself. Al's seen the old pictures, it was at the end of the street with no buildings around then. Anyway, when he opened up the basement, it hadn't been touched since the twenties. After prohibition was repealed, they probably just forgot about it. All had to bust the locked on the door to get in.
Anyway, after hours, Al shoos all the non-members out and closes up. Members and guests gather in the pool room and go down into the secret basement behind the big entertainment center in there. Each member is allowed two guests or prospective members. Derek and I can cover two of you each and I'm sure Al wouldn't mind taking the other two… probably the bros' here." Greg says gesturing at Rick and Steve. "Al likes bikers, being one himself. Anyway, it's really nice down there, we've got a big playroom complete with a water sports area if you're interested. That's why this place is called the 'Bear Pit'."
"So this is all on the up and up?" You ask.
"It sure is. We're secret but were not committing crimes. We're no different than some of the lodges as far as legality goes. We have club officers who are responsible for different areas of administration. Nothing illegal about a private club operating after hours in the basement of a business. No money changes hands for sex so it isn't prostitution. Member dues go on the books for food, drinks, maintenance and supplies and that money is used for that; receipts logged and everything. There's a nice buffet set up down there, a full wet bar and all the lube, latex and leather any kinky bear could ask for. Big Jim will be in later to set up the buffet and Hank comes to bartend… Al is off duty for our parties, he likes to play. Right now our membership is full, but for six handsome fuckers like you, I’m sure the others won't mind."
"Damn Bro!" Steve nudges Rick, "Looks like we've lucked into a gold mine!"
Derek laughed, "I'd say we are the lucky ones looking at all of you!"
"So, how much for membership dues?" you ask.
"It's seventy-five bucks a month, but like I said that money throws one Hell of a party once a month. Membership at the moment is twelve and you six, if you decide to join, would make it eighteen. Tonight's a freebee for you, of course." Derek says.
"Well, we could give you guys somethin' towards the food and drink, couldn't we boys?" Max says and the others nod in agreement. "Twenty each, how about that?"
"Well, really, that's not necessary. The party has been paid for, for this month." Derek said.
"Go on and take it! You haven't seen my Bro' here eat yet!" Rick says with a laugh. "An' Hell I've dropped a couple hundred on a good party before an' that didn't include sex 'n' food."
"Well, I'm sure donations would be much appreciated, means more food and booze I suppose." Greg says. "Give it to Al. He'll give it to Big Jim when he comes in."
"Fair enough." Max says and soon a pile of six twenties are on the table. Derek calls Al over and arrangements are made for your evening of fun.