"Wow.." you said, your brain starting to reel from the shock of what you'd just witnessed. The adrenalin had
worn off, and you were acutely aware of both how buzzed you were from the vodka, and how close you were to
passing out from shock. The bipedal wolf climbed more onto the bed and put her head into your lap, staring up
at you as nonthreateningly as a lycan could appear. Out of almost habit, you reached a hand down and started
petting her and stroking the fur on her head and neck, eliciting soft noises of contentment. She scooted up
more, pushing you over by driving her head into your midsection and curled up against you. You felt no real
threat from her, and even though it was impossible not to notice her large and bulging breasts, you didn't
feel an overwhelming urge to explore that end of things. Instead, you continued to pet her, even as she licked
your face. You kissed her right on the muzzle, causing her to blink and let out a decidedly unwolflike yip of
either surprise or happiness. (You couldn't tell.)
Suddenly the door opened, and Ms. Adair was back. "Well, Mr. Anderson are you still wishing to-" she stopped,
her jaw hanging open in undisguised surprise for a half second, before she managed to close it. She stared at
the two of you for another few seconds, letting the silence in the air speak volumes for the awkwardness of
the situation.
"Jenny, get back into your human form," Ms. Adair said. The lycan girl stood up, and for the first time you
realized she'd gained height as well as mass and muscle-she easily topped six and a half feet. Jenny nodded,
heading into another room to presumably regain her humanity. Ms. Adair's tone was unreadable, though it didn't
sound pleased.
"We just have a few more forms for you to sign, Mr. Anderson," she said, giving you an odd look, complete with
her head cocked slightly to the side.
The room spun slightly as you nodded and tried to stand up. "Woah..uhh..yeah..you might want to give me a
little time to sober up.."
"You've been drinking?" Ms. Adair didn't sound pleased. "Mr. Anderson, we can't have you drinking while you're
taking photos of the girls."
"No..no..it's not like that.." you protested as you nearly fell over. This was not going well at all.
"I gave him the alcohol, Ms. Adair," Jenny said softly as she re-entered the room, this time clad in flannel
sleep pants and a supergirl t-shirt, looking every bit human. "I...thought he might need it."
Another unreadable expression from Ms. Adair, again with a slight raising of one eyebrow. Something was
definitely suspicious here, you realized. "YOU gave him alcohol?"
Jenny nodded again, sitting down on the edge of the bed, though away from you. She stared at her feet again,
chewing her bottom lip. "I did..we had some vodka together."
"I..I can sign what you want..it's just gonna probably take a minute for me to read the stuff.." you said,
your words slurring.
Ms. Adair shook her head at you, clearly irritated at how drunk you were. "No. I'm not going to get into a
legal loophole where you can claim you weren't sober when you signed the contracts. I have half a mind to tear
up the documents and terminate your potential employment right now."
"NO!" Jenny protested loudly. Your head whirled over to her and your eyes met. She blushed rather hard before
saying more quietly. "I want him to photograph me." There was a short pause before she added, "I think he'd
work well with the other girls too."
Ms. Adair again raised an eyebrow at Jenny before fixing you with a stare. "Well..you certainly have a ringing
endorsement from our top model. I..suppose we can have you sign tomorrow morning. If you follow me, I'll put
you up in one of the empty rooms for the night. I can't have you out there driving drunk."
"He could stay in here with me," Jenny said, scooting closer to you, though she was blushing beet red at this
point.
Ms. Adair couldn't contain her shock. "That's out of the question, Jenny."
"Why? You've always said living here is my choice, and if I had an apartment in the city, I could bring him
there. I..want him to stay with me..I mean..if he wants to." Jenny's protest had trailed off toward the end.
She was clearly beyond nervous and embarrassed at this point.
Ms. Adair stared at the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and mild anger. She clearly wasn't a woman who
was used to having her will questioned. "Do you WANT to stay the night with her, Mr. Anderson?"
You hesitated for a moment, and you could feel both the acutely penetrating stare of Ms. Adair boring into you
as well as Jenny's hopeful look. You glanced over at Jenny, and met her pleading eyes. Whether consciously or
unconsciously, she'd stretched a hand out on the mattress toward yours. You reached your hand out to touch her
fingertips.
"I want to, I mean..assuming I'm not going to get her into trouble or anything like that.." you said.
Ms. Adair smirked, and for a second you thought she actually was pleased with the whole situation, before her
face became unreadable once more. "Alright. I'll leave the forms at the desk. When you get up in the morning,
come see the secretary. I'll make sure that everything is in order for you." She turned and left the room,
never saying good night to either of you, and her body language continued to show a very unreadable facade.
And now you found yourself quite alone again with the girl who could become a dangerous beast at will.