The room itself was much larger than you would have suspected, and rather luxuriously appointed. A small bar
ran along side a king-sized bed, stocked with high end liquor and crystal decanters and glasses. On another
was a large flatscreen television. You could smell a mild incense in the air, burning in a Buddha-shaped
censor on a shelf at the back of the room. Plush burgundy carpet covered the floor. This was not a cheaply
furnished room by any stretch of the imagination.
What really captured your attention, however, was the girl on the bed who now slinked off of it to examine you
more closely. "Mmmhh..hello Ms. Adair," she said, her voice honeylike. The woman stood around 5'6", by your
best estimation, and gave a long stretch, letting out a soft gutteral noise of happiness when she did. Long,
curly, black hair hung to the middle of her back, and when she turned to face you as she approached, her deep
brown eyes held your gaze. She was barely dressed, clad only in a white silk nightshirt that she left
unbuttoned. It was slightly large, so it hung down past her waist, covering her more delicate bits, and it
didn't quite leave her chest uncovered either.
"New guy?" she asked when she reached the two of you, getting a nod from Ms. Adair.
"Jenny, this is Mr. Anderson..a potential new photographer for you and the other girls to..work with," Ms.
Adair replied, hesitating slightly at the end. It would have probably raised an eyebrow from you, but Jenny
had your full attention as she moved right into your personal space "bubble" and sniffed at your arm and
chest, nuzzling slightly, making more noises of contentment. She continued to move around your body, nuzzling
and sniffing continually and oozing what could only be described as a raw and animalistic sensuality. It was
so effective that despite the awkwardness of your surroundings, you could feel yourself bulge a bit and get a
slight wave of goosebumps as her lips grazed your neck when she stood on her tiptoes to get another nuzzle in.
You turned your head to look at her and she had an impish grin on her face, and raised one eyebrow very
slightly, then broke the eye contact and backed away slightly.
"I..like this one," she said rather softly, choosing not to look at you at all, and instead focusing her
attention on Ms. Adair.
"Hmm.." Ms. Adair replied, giving you a slightly odd look. "Jenny normally doesn't take to people so quickly."
Ms. Adair turned her attention back to the woman, who continued to fix her attentions purely on her, as though
she didn't want to look at you any more. "Jenny..since he's a photographer, but he's new to our niche of the
industry, he needs to know what he will be experiencing on a regular basis. I trust that you can show him?"
Jenny nodded, glancing at you, but it was just a fleeting look. "I..I can do that," she said softly. "No
problem."
Ms. Adair turned to you. "Come see me at the front desk after you're finished here." Giving a final
questioning glance at Jenny, Ms. Adair turned and left, shutting the door behind her and leaving you alone
with the supposed "werewolf". You couldn't help but think "werewolf" was actually some sort of porn industry
code word for "hot girl with a few odd quirks".
Jenny simply stood there in front of you, biting her bottom lip slightly and staring at her feet.
"Sooo.." you said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in the room, "You're a werewolf, huh?"
She looked up at you quickly, and seemed mildly irked. "Lycan. The proper term is Lycan. That other word is.."
she trailed off for a second. "We...just prefer to be called Lycans."
"Like in the movie Underworld?" You said. The whole notion of werewolves being actually real was an
impossibility, as far as you were concerned.
"We're NOT movie monsters!" Jenny said, her voice clearly irritated now, and she stared at you with a
blatantly offended look.
"Woah.." you said, putting your hands up. "Woah..sorry, I wasn't trying to be offensive. I'm just trying to
wrap my head around this fetish gimmick thing you guys do here."
Jenny smiled a little sadly at you, immediately calming down. "It's..okay.." she said softly. She walked over
to the bed and patted the edge of it. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll explain everything?"
She still had the sexuality, though it was understated now compared to when you'd first walked in. But it was
still there, as were the mildly animal mannerisms in the way she moved. She was certainly good at playing the
animal-girl role, so to speak.
"Okay," you said,figuring that you might as well be comfortable. The bed was luxuriously soft, seemingly made
of memory foam.
"Want a drink?" she asked, pouring herself a glass of vodka, followed by a splash of orange juice.
"A girl after my own tastes," you said. "I'll have one of those." You couldn't help but notice the quick smile
on her face or the way she played with her hair just slightly after your comment. She handed you the glass and
then sat down next to you, resuming the habit of staring down at her feet.
More awkward silence hung in the air. "I.." she said, pausing and letting out a soft sigh. Then she giggled
softly to herself and shook her head. "I..really should be used to this, but I'm seriously having trouble
thinking right now..like where to begin.."