Paul would never have admitted it to anyone back home, but he was a bit curious about what it might feel like to be with a guy. He'd heard the occasional internet chatter about "a guy knows what a guy likes" before, and he'd come to terms that at least privately, there was a bit of a fantasy involved in the taboo. "Oh, what the hell?" he thought to himself, heading through the gay door. "It's not like I know anyone here tonight."
He entered the lounge, and up on a stage at the front, he saw a drag queen singing a torch song. A sign a few feet from the entrance read, "Tonight's special guests: The Lunar Queen Drag Revue". He wandered over to a table in the back corner, still never one to really mingle with large groups of strangers.
He'd only been sitting there a moment before someone approached. Any other time, Paul would have been sure she was female. But he could smell it on her..she was a man. Well, that and the adam's apple were a dead giveaway.
"Hey sport," he said to Paul, a voice breathy and smoky. "Got a light?" The queen was in a form fitting cocktail dress.
Paul nodded, and gestured to the seat next to him. The queen sat down rather effiminately, letting him light the cigarette. "Thanks," the queen said. "I'm Holly." Holly leaned in, sniffing at Paul's neck, where the black stubble had started to grow thicker. Paul shuddered, his cock reflexively hardening again, and he nuzzled against the queen's neck.
"Paul," he muttered, sniffing the queen some more, never really pausing to wonder why he was suddenly so scent-obsessed.
Holly laughed. "You're a first-timer, huh?" the queen asked.
Paul nodded. "I can spot you guys from a mile away. Let me guess, before you came here, you were straight, weren't you?"
Paul nodded again, sliding a hand to the queen's thigh. Holly smiled, nipping at Paul's neck. "You guys always go for the queens. The regular straight guys usually go for each other...but you newbies always go for the queens. It's probably proof that you really WEREN'T full on gay." Holly turned to Paul, opening his legs a bit, pulling Paul's hand under her dress. Paul's fingertips began to play at the tip of Holly's cock, which quickly jumped to attention.
"You're gonna be fun come moonrise," Holly said, licking Paul's neck. Paul turned his head, suddenly kissing the queen quite hard, running his hands to her chest, eliciting a gasp from Holly.
Paul blinked, stopping the kiss. "Those are REAL?"
Holly nodded with a smile. "Oh yeah, all the Lunar Queens have the implants. We've all kept our cocks though...it's too much fun to lose them. Plus it works with that whole dual nature image of the club."
"Dual nature?" Paul asked.
"You know, man-woman....human-animal?" Holly said, sounding as though they were talking to a child.
"Animal?" Paul asked, scratching at the neck of his shirt.
"You can't tell me you don't know what's happening to you. Seriously," Holly said, getting only a confused look from Paul in response. "You, me, and everyone else in here's a werewolf. You can't tell me you hadn't noticed the Lon Chaney symptoms going on with you."
"You're serious?" Paul said, without a hint of irony as he scratched at his chest.
Holly sighed. "Oh honey, you're gonna be fun. You seriously never thought a thing about the hair growth? That's like the first sign of being a werewolf."
"But your face is smooth," Paul protested. He ran his hand up and down Holly's leg as well. "So's your legs."
"That's because all the Queens get laser removal done before shows. Plus, we're REAL werewolves...not moonshine werewolves."
"You're fucking with me," Paul told Holly. Suddenly, a loud 'ca-chunk' sound could be heard echoing through the building, coming from the entrance. "What the FUCK was that?"
"Lockdown," Holly said, smiling and putting his smoke out.
"What the fuck's that?" Paul asked.
"It means here in a minute, you're going to realize I wasn't fucking with you," Holly told him.