You were content to lay there with her; you didn't really want to think much about this crazy place, nor your
job, let alone the succubus, the imp, the cuco, or any of the other things that might lay around any corner
waiting for you to let your guard down. Right now all you wanted was to snuggle against this beautiful woman
who you'd had incredible sex with the night before. Of course, you knew that there were still things you
needed to know, along with the other things that you WANTED to know..but where could you really begin?
"So...uhh..this is gonna sound like a weird question, and I totally don't want it to come off half as rude as
it sounds like it could be.." you started, trailing off and getting a bemused look from Jenny.
"But..uhh..what's the proper thing to call you? Like..is 'bitch' an appropriate term?"
Jenny smirked at you and laughed softly. "I prefer to be called Jenny. Calling me a bitch isn't the way to get
on my good side."
"You know what I mean though, right?" You asked, happy that it apparently hadn't been THAT offensive.
Jenny nodded. "In most situations, 'bitch' could refer to any fertile lycan female, particularly one going
through her heat cycle at the time. However, it's not exactly proper. Within the lycan community itself,
'bitch' refers only to a female who's been turned through a bite."
You smirked slightly in response. "So you're not a bitch, then. Please tell me that the proper term for a
lycan girl who was born that way is 'sweetheart', or something like that." Despite the stress of the day, you
were starting to get into a better mood from being near Jenny, even though you probably wouldn't have
recognized it for what it was at the time.
Jenny laughed and kissed the tip of your nose, smiling broadly. "No, goofball. The proper name for me would be
a princess."
You had to stifle a laugh. "Wow, that's actually rather precious sounding," you replied, stroking her cheek.
"My little lycan princess; I like the sound of that." The words fell out of your mouth and hung in the air for
a second before you blushed bright red. "I mean..umm..you know..just..umm..the phrase..not...not that you're
mine..or will be..or..fuck.." You buried your face in the pillow, completely embarrassed.
"Would you want me to be?" Jenny asked. "I mean..we already established that you and I are into each
other..but..would you want me to be yours, even knowing what you know?"
You took your head out of the pillow. "Yeah, I want to give it a shot, if things work out that way. I mean..I
know all this is moving fast, and I know that there's probably like rules against it and everything but.."
Jenny shushed you with a quick kiss on the lips.
"You overthink things, Steve. I..want to be yours, and for you to be mine too..but there's things that
complicate matters. Primarily things on my end..like way more than your end, I'd imagine," she said. "Tell me
how you feel later tonight, and..well, we'll see how things go from there."
You nodded. You weren't stupid; you knew she was alluding to the wolf side. You felt safe last night, but only
more encounters would really tell the story of how safe you were with her, or how safe you actually felt in
the long term. You decided to drop that specific subject, though you kept her snuggled against you, still
quite infatuated with having her against you even in a non-sexual context.
"So..you live here full time, huh?"
She nodded. "Virtually my whole life. Lycan girls develop quickly; I've been doing solo videos since I was
fifteen, and girl-on-girl videos since I was seventeen." She could read the shock on your face. "It's not like
that..lycan society says that a girl can start breeding at fourteen. My boobs were already almost as big as
they are now, and..well, growing up in a place like this, I was already aware of what went on."
"Yeah..still, you probably lost your innocence a little early," you said, sounding a little regretful.
Truthfully you felt bad for her. Jenny clearly had experienced a bit of a dysfunctional childhood.
"In a place like this, innocence is NOT your ally," she said flatly. "Don't get me wrong; nothing bad
happened. In fact, a lot of people here were very protective of me. I was never touched or raped or anything
like that, and I never was in danger of it. But I was always informed about the different things that went on,
and about who I'd be best keeping a wide distance away from and such."
"So you've never lived out in the regular world, huh?"
She shook her head. "Nope. I've visited a few times, but you have to understand..that's not MY world. I wasn't
raised in it. The way all of you do things at times confuses me. It confuses the animal in me,and sometimes my
instincts say that I should react in ways that aren't acceptable. Thanks to the internet, I can order anything
I want, so I don't have to ever leave here."
"Isn't that a little lonely though?" You again found yourself feeling a little bad for her. "I mean..there's
this whole world of things to see and experience, and you're just down here, watching it all."
Her voice softened, and she stared down at the mattress. "When I was younger, I was obsessed with getting out
and going places..but everyone told me how dangerous it was for supernaturals. I just never had anyone who'd
really take me out places and spend the time letting me explore." She sounded a little sad at this.
"Maybe sometime you and I could go somewhere up there," you said offhandedly. Jenny looked up at you with a
beaming smile.
"I'd like that," she said. "I'd like that a lot." She nuzzled against your chest, making those happy noises
she'd made a few times before as she wrapped her arms tightly around your shoulders.
The intercom buzzed again, once more ruining your happiness with its jarring noise.
"Jenny, is Mr. Anderson with you?"
Jenny sighed. "Yes, he's here. You know he's here."
"Good. Then you can take him to Studio C with you. You're running late for your wardrobe appointment."
"Shit! Sorry!" Jenny said, looking at the clock in surprise.
"I hope that our new photographer won't affect your punctuality regularly, Jenny." Ms. Adair sounded quietly
furious, her icy demeanor dripping through in her voice.
"No ma'am."
"Good. Wardrobe is expecting you."
Jenny grabbed your hand and walked you down the maze of corridors until you found one marked "Studio C".