You wander over to the dj booth, which sits slightly elevated in the back of the club. The dj is a statuesque woman with closely cropped blonde hair, dressed nicely enough in a button down shirt and dress slacks. She sizes you up as you make your approach, and you can tell that even in her human form, this woman could probably handle you with little trouble.
"Hi," you say, pulling out a twenty dollar bill, "I was hoping you could spin the transformation track when the next girl comes up."
The dj stares at you for a moment, and you wonder if she actually heard you. Then she leans in close to you, sniffing your neck. "You're not one of us," she replies. Her eyes narrow in suspicion. "How'd you find out about this place?"
For the second time, you've been questioned about how you arrived at the club, and you're starting to get the distinct impression that you're not entirely welcome. Still, you go with your instincts.
"I know people," you reply, hoping you sound more confident than you feel.
The dj again sniffs your neck. "You sure you want me to do this?" she asks, apparently satisfied enough with your answer not to push any further. You're pretty sure that telling her you wished it into existence wouldn't fly. Of course, the more you think about it, you're pretty sure that Club Alpha had been here in town before you wished for it. You rub your temples, feeling the slightest headache coming on, and wonder if the wishes are messing with your memory.
"Yeah, it's what I came here for," you reply.
"You got it then," the dj replies, pocketing your twenty. She waves to the big guy who apparently served as security, and he nods, barring the door from the inside, standing in front of it. Apparently, part of his job was also to prevent any werewolves from getting outside during the song. You notice the dj slipping a pair of ear plugs in, and realize it must be so she could still operate the turntable without having to worry about destroying everything, and you realize that these werewolves have a very well-thought out operation going on. You silently congratulate yourself on being able to wish such a well organized aspect into your fantasies as you head back to your table.
As you get back to your table, the lights dim slightly and the dj comes over the house system. "Alright boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, bitches and studs! It's time for Club Alpha to do what we do best!" The small crowd applauds, as do the employees. "Now, give it up for our gothic goddess, Ruby!"
"I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)" by Marilyn Manson blares over the house speakers, and Ruby comes out, strutting down the runway and twirling around the pole. At first, everything seems like a standard dance...but then, things get interesting.
You notice that the two girls working the floor, one asian and the other a blonde, have abandoned attempting to pay any attention to customers. Rather, they're kissing each other, and their ears are slowly growing pointy. A couple of the guys by the runway are gripping the edge tightly, their arms bulging, apparently growing larger.
"Hey!" a gruff voice shouts at you. You turn your head, and realize that it's Ruby. She's still on the runway, but she's not trying to entertain anyone but you. "Keep your eyes up here...rrr...I..I'm th-thh...attrrrracsssshhun!" She's struggling to speak, her mouth full of fangs, her eyes blazing yellow. You toss a ten dollar bill onto the runway, and she smiles at you, baring sparkling fangs in your direction.
Her top begins to tear away, and you can see the muscles squirming underneath her reforming flesh. Black fur blossoms across her torso as her tits swell, popping the tiny bra she's wearing off. They're gorgeous tits, you realize, even as they're covered in black fur. You toss another ten on the runway, ragingly hard right now, never having remotely been this turned on, even earlier this evening.
She smiles again at you, crawling off of the runway and onto your table, prowling on all fours, licking her lips. Her face is pulsating, her brow thickening, sliding back.
She turns around, raising her ass right up to your face. It's literally inches away. Her fishnets are shredding, and her skirt is pushing up as a tail grows from the base of her spine. She isn't wearing any panties as you can see, and her pussy is twitching madly, sprouting more fur, and a scent is rolling off of it, sweeter than any pussy you've ever smelled before. You can't help it, you reach out and stroke her leg, feeling the pulsation of the muscle and fur growth, and the massive heat flowing from her skin. You're on the verge of erupting in your pants.
She lets out a howl as her face stretches into a muzzle, and she stands, gyrating on your table, her shirt in tatters, her skirt somehow hanging on, her wolfish vagina still inches from your face. You toss yet another ten dollar bill at her feet, and she falls to all fours again, stretching out, licking your face, growling in your ear.
The song suddenly ends, and she collapses, losing fur and mass. A minute or two later, and she's back to the petite little goth form you first found so alluring. You notice all of the employees have little to no clothing left, aside from the dj and the bouncer, who apparently also had earplugs. (You're greatful, you certainly didn't want to see a naked fat guy.) Of the clientele, all of the guys by the runway were werewolves, as were the couple that you saw earlier. (At least you're assuming they were, judging by the state of their clothing.) It appears only you and the woman sitting alone at the bar are human.
The dj came over the speaker system again, "Okay, give it up once more for RUBY! Club Alpha would like to offer at this time to anyone who brought a second change of clothing with them, simply speak to Shawn and he'll retrieve them from your car for you. For those of you who didn't think ahead, we have a wide selection of both mens' and womens' clothing available at the dj booth, only twenty dollars for a tshirt and pants or skirt combo!"
"Man," you say to noone in particular, "You guys sure know how to make the money here, don't ya?"