"Well," you said, "I think I'd really like to know what the hell this whole werewo-" you caught yourself mid-
word, "errr...Lycan thing is all about."
"It's exactly what it sounds like," she replied. "No movie magic. What you've seen in the movies..well, it's
pretty close to what we look like when we transform."
"You're being fucking serious?" you asked her.
"One hundred percent, Mr. Anderson," she replied, staring straight at you unblinking.
"Hmm.." you replied, making a noncommittal noise. Whether she was being serious or not, she certainly seemed
to believe what she was telling you.
Jenny sat down on the opposite corner of the bed, watching you closely. "Now that I answered one of your
questions, you should answer one of mine," she said coyly, seeming to regain a bit of the composure that she'd
lost a few minutes earlier.
"Sounds fair," you replied, taking steady small sips of the strongly mixed drink. You didn't know if this was
or was not part of the routine, but it didn't seem like a bad idea to start off rather friendly with the
incredibly attractive (though possibly imbalanced) girl on the bed.
She smiled, pleased that you were going along with her idea. "I don't like the idea of having to call you Mr.
Anderson..this isn't the Matrix..so, what's your first name?"
"Steve," you replied. "Legally it's Steven..but I only let family call me that..it's just too formal." She
nodded and smiled again, satisfied with your quick answer. "My turn. This company's whole thing is werewolf
fetish porn?"
Jenny frowned slightly. "It..sounds cheap when you put it like that..but yes. I guess you could call it that.
I transform and get naked, or get naked and transform..and then pleasure myself or other lycan girls, or while
I'm transforming, I pleasure myself.." she seemed to lose herself in her thoughts, and her nipples were
clearly visible under the thin fabric. "The change is..it's overwhelming..and the only answer for when it
happens is to satisfy myself.." one hand brushed her chest lightly, and she shivered slightly. She closed her
eyes, then said very firmly. "It's not just lycans that do this stuff though. There's all sorts of
supernaturals here." She barely let that last bit hang in the air before she said, "My turn. Are you gay?"
You spluttered, coughing a bit on the gulp of vodka you'd just taken. "WHAT?? No! Do I come off as gay?"
Jenny laughed, finishing her drink. "Not at all. My turn!"
"Hey! That was cheating!" you protested, laughing despite yourself.
"Aww," she cooed at you. "Finish your drink. I'll make you another one as an apology for my dirty trick. So
for my next question..have you ever taken naked pictures of anyone?"
You pounded down the half glass and handed it back to her. "I took a handful of art nudes for a college class,
and then for a couple girls I knew. My turn. So you're kept here like a slave? Should..I be calling the cops?"
You asked the second part rather quietly, feeling mildly concerned that perhaps you were being roped into the
sex trade somehow.
She handed you the second drink and sat closer to you, now about in the middle-edge of the bed, as opposed to
the opposite corner. "I'm not a slave, Steve. Look at this room..it's my den..I'm comfortable here. They pay
me well, and they take care of me. I'm here by choice. Some of the girls come and go..they have lives outside
of here, but..I like it here. And that was two questions..but I think I'll let it slide this time.." she
smiled at you, kicking her feet a little, reminding you of a kid. She took a longer drink this time. "So..were
any of the girls you photographed naked your girlfriends?"
"One was at the time..the other two weren't. They were just friends who wanted to be edgy and do a little nude
stuff." You drank more quickly this time than the first drink. This was just a strange job for a strange group
on a strange night. Drinking was definitely making things a little easier. "So...if you're a lycan..how'd you
become a lycan?"
"There is no 'if'..I AM a lycan. I was born this way.” Her voice was firm. She definitely believed what she
was telling you. She gulped down her second drink, and gestured to your glass. “Drink up.” You didn't even
think about it, gulping yours down as well as she reached for your glass and started making you a third drink.
You were pretty buzzed at this point. “Did you do any art stuff that might have gotten Ms. Adair thinking
you'd be a good fit?”
You pondered that for a moment as she handed you another full glass and then sat right next to you. “No..I
mean..I'd taken a few pictures at a Halloween party that I posted, and then if she got really nosy, she might
have seen that I liked some werewolf art pictures that I'd found on Deviantart..but that would have only been
if she'd really been investigating me.”
Jenny smirked at you. “She does that. Ms. Adair likes to know who she's bringing on board.”
You looked at her, acutely aware of how buzzed you were now. “Umm...sooo..this gig's like a three day a month
thing, right? Because of the full moon?”
Jenny shook her head. “Nope. I can change any time I want to, really. I mean..the moon kind of forces me to
shift, but if I'm not in direct light, I can hold off for a long time even on those nights. The other
girls..well, they can change at other times too..the company has ways of..inducing a change in any of the
shifters they have on the payroll.” Jenny leaned in and sniffed you again, causing you to shudder hard. “Those
pictures that you liked..were they of girls turning into lycans?”
Despite yourself, you blushed. “Yeah. Mostly drawings, like comic book style..but a few manips as well. Not
just lycans though..some were turning into big cats.”
“Naked?” Jenny asked.
“It's my turn,” you protested, blushing harder. You had no idea why you were blushing; you knew there was no
reason to be embarrassed, particularly not with a fetish model right next to you.
“I'll make it up to you,” Jenny said quietly, turning your head and giving you a little kiss on the lips, then
wrapping an arm around the back of your neck and deepening the kiss before breaking it and whispering in your
ear, “So were the girls naked?”
“Yeah..” you admitted, turning your head back to find her lips in another kiss, which she returned eagerly.
The kiss was broken by the two of you being startled into good behavior by an intercom buzzing in the room.
The terse voice of Ms. Adair broke the intimacy. “Jenny, is everything all right?”
Jenny gave you an apologetic look. “Uhh...yes, Ms. Adair. I was just getting Steve..err.. Mr. Anderson up to
speed,” she said, leaning over to a bedside table and responding on the intercom.
There was a long pause. “Have you shown him yet?”
Jenny looked almost apologetically toward you. “Not..not yet.”
“Do I need to have another girl handle this?” Ms. Adair's voice was icy and professional, and clearly
displeased.
“No ma'am,” Jenny replied softly. “I'll do it right away.”
“Thank you, Jenny. That will be all.”