"I wish," I said as I left her apartment, wondering to myself if I'd actually come back to her, or if I'd find something else to capture my fancy, "I wish there was a strip club, one that catered exclusively to werewolves and werewolf fetishists, one that would let me in without question, where people could either watch werewolf women change, or become werewolves themselves."
I figured that the more specific I was, the less chance there was of something going wrong with my wish. The world wavered in front of me, and for a second, I lost my balance, as the whole world was shimmering like a mirage. Then, it cleared, and everything righted itself. I waited for a minute, and then said, "I wish I knew how to get there." Instantly, directions poured into my mind. Conveniently enough, it was only a few minutes walk from where I was, so I headed there eagerly, actually having to restrain myself from running.
When I arrived, I couldn't help but be disappointed. I had expected it to be flashier than it was. Instead, it was just like so many other strip clubs I'd been by before. It was a one story building with a drab cement exterior. A relatively small, unlit sign showed the entrance to the parking lot. In mundane block lettering, it said, "Club Alpha,". The parking lot had only a few cars, most of them belonging to the staff, I presumed.
Trying to choke back my disappointment, I went to the door and headed in, hoping that inside would look far more promising than outside. I was stopped before ever getting more than two steps inside, however, by a large man, roughly 300 pounds, who looked like pure menace. "How'd you find us?" he asked, leaning down into my face.
"I know people," I replied, wondering if it would be enough. He hadn't asked for my ID, so I figured I was in the clear.
He smiled. "Works for me, champ. Welcome to Club Heat. The only rule here is don't be a dipshit; we don't like to have to clean up messes."
"Not a problem," I replied, heading into the main part of the club, wishing for a thousand dollars in my wallet. I felt the wallet bulge, and thanked God that I'd acquired the ring.
The inside of the club was as unimpressive as the outside. The runway was cheap and small, and the room was filled with smoke. Onstage, a girl danced, uninspired. Could I have somehow come to the wrong place, I wondered?
I grabbed a table near the runway, taking stock of the scenery. Besides myself, there were probably six guys actually up against the runway, watching the girl, and a pair of women, one with another guy at a further table, and a woman by herself at the bar. Not counting the girl on stage, there were two other girls in lingerie wandering around, and the bartender. I figured there were at least a couple more girls in the dressing area.
Feeling charitable, I tossed a ten dollar bill on the runway, which got me a little attention from the girl on the runway. It was nothing special, but she gyrated directly in front of me, giving me a good view of all of her...assets. I almost had debated the merits of leaving, but then I spotted something...a pinkish scar on her inner thigh--a bite scar. Perhaps I HAD found the right place, after all.
"Getcha something to drink?" One of the floor girls had appeared at my elbow, smiling at me. She had raven-black hair that hung to the middle of her back and pale, creamy skin. She was dressed in a naughty schoolgirl outfit, and had fishnet stockings on. The top was pulled low enough to show her cleavage, and tight enough to be able to tell her nipples were pierced. "Uhh, yeah...rum and coke?" I said. She smiled, nodded, and headed away, glancing back once with a coy smile as she caught me staring at her ass.
Another girl came on stage as my drink arrived. I made it a point to overtip the girl, giving her a ten dollar tip for the drink. "Thanks," she said, "You want...anything else?" She emphasized the "anything else" part, looking at me with pointed eye contact and a coy grin. She was that perfect petite goth girl type that I just died for, (no pun intended) and I debated propositioning her, or even just wishing for her to suck and fuck me for free, but I kept my calm. There was no need to rush things, and wishing for everything might cause some issues I hadn't yet realized.
"Ummm, this is gonna sound weird, but I'd heard that this place...catered to, hmm...how do I put this? Unusual tastes?" I said, hoping I'd made my point, not wanting to sound insane if somehow my wish hadn't entirely come true.