The miracle mate

He stood up, giving me a full view of his throbbing dick, still wet of precum and Maïa's saliva. He then pulled up his underwear and pants, looking me in the eyes. I wouldn't give him de satisfaction of looking at his disgusting dick, so I held my gaze in his. 

« Well, for quite some times now I want to fuck your pussy into oblivion. Perhaps, I could let you go on Saturday if we could make that deal. »

He gave me a feline smile, knowing full well I wanted to kill him right then and now. He made a subtle move to his bodyguard, to let me know I was outnumbered. 

« Well, I take it as a no. What a shame. »

« Surely there is something else I could do to have my Saturday off »

« I guess that if one could bring the money I would've make with you on a Saturday night, I could possibly agree to let you go without firing you. »

« Deal »

I went out of the office, suffocating. I didn't have that kind of money. Do I really wanna go that bad? I'll need to think about it for a second. I saw Maïa coming back into the office, and Andrew pulling down his pants before the door closed. Urgh, I think I'll be sick. I go to the bar and asked for a whiskey on the rocks, and downed it almost immediately, before going in the rooms to change. I put on my leather lingerie, that half cover my full breasts. I adjust the strapes in a X on my belly and my string to cover my pussy at least. I added a leather garter on my thigh and some leather boots. I de-braided my hair, giving them a little shake.

I looked in the mirror and felt… Nothing. Well, maybe a little bit of anger. At myself for doing this job. At the world for fucking up this big. At Andrew for his ultimatum. And if I must, a little bit at the Moon Goddess for abandoning the ones that were good.

I went in the club, asking for another whiskey to kill the time before the clients come rushing around. The werewolf system wasn't near as weak as the one humans have, so alcohol didn't have the same effect on me that would on them. I could take a lot more and have hardly any feeling. Some werewolves do have some alcohol recipe that are stronger and more adapted, as well as some hard drugs. Some of us also have the ability to create aphrodisiac in our blood, that can have effect on werewolves as well as humans when drank. 

After a while, clients started to enter the club and ordered some drinks. I served them, at first, enjoying the time I didn't have to rub my ass on someone's lap. I noticed a few ones that were usuals and a group of humans, men and women, that were clearly new. One of them was in white with a diadem and a bride-to-be sash. They ordered me some shots and then some more.

Maïa went out of Andrew's office, disheveled, a bloody nose and watery eyes.

« Hey Maïa, are you okay? »

« Leave me the fuck alone stupid cunt »

She immediately went to the restroom, cupping her nose to control the bleeding. Usually, I wouldn't let someone talk to me like that, but I knew better. Andrew was a male that abused human women because they were vulnerable on so many levels. He knew I wouldn't put up with this shit, but Maïa would do anything for some crack. And she was not the only one in the club that suffered on Andrew's hands.

After a while, the club was packed and I put on my show. Time flew and I finally went home to Mary, that was snoring in my bed. I went to the laundry closet and started a load, making sure Mary's uniform was in it.

She left me some diner in the fridge, that I devoured in two bites before a quick shower to rub the horrible smells off of me. I applied some lavender body butter and put on my red cotton pyjamas that felt like heaven. Getting some brownie bites, I then indulged in some reading, until my eyes were not able to be open anymore. I tried to delay my bedtime, hoping to avoid my nightmares as much as possible. The night was truly dreadful for me, and I was afraid to wake Mary up when I was sleeping beside her. I wasn't this fucked up when we lived together, so she is not used to. I went to put the laundry in the drier, and then came back to the sofa. I put on the blanket and closed the lights. I fell asleep almost immediately. I was clearly exhausted.

Suddenly, Cairn was on top of me, choking me and looking at me with his bloodshot crazy eyes.

« You fucking slut, you like it eh? You like it when I'm on top of you! I can see it in your eyes! You fucking lucky that they would kill me if I put my dick inside of your pussy. »

He let me go and I gulped air with a horrible burning sensation all the way through my troat to my lungs. He stood up, spitting on me. I went up on all fours, scrapping my knees on the uneven concrete floor, going to the corner of the room. The chains on my wrist dug ok my skin and clicked in a macabre laugh.

« Where are you going little one? Who said I had enough? »

He grabbed my hair, taking my jaw in one hand, kissing me. I bit his lip and tasted his blood.

« Arggggh »

He pushed me on the floor, laughing. I fell hard, hitting my head and heard a ringing sound that I knew was not a good sign.

« i see you wanna play little one »

He kicked me in the ribs again and again until he heard some cracking sounds. He passed his hand through his disheveled hair, sighing.

« You see what you make me do little one? If you were a good girl, I wouldn't do that to you. »