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Chapter one

Rachael flopped on her stomach on the sofa, popping her chin on her hands. Her beanbag chair size boobs rested on the pillow.

She closed her eyes breathing in and out so deep that she could empty her lungs of air just to fill it again. She placed her free hand on her busty chest as she walked back and forth in the room. If the ground could be cracked, she would crawl in and never get out. Her black two inches heel shoes were the only thing making noise. She was not taking off her blazer; she was waiting to hear from Erick.

Rachael stood beside the window looking outside. The lights of the city were glittering in her eyes, yet it was only making her realized how open she was to be a target for anyone. She immediately closed the curtain. She was being eaten alive by her own imagination. She did have it all – and not the outside shell of a life with the empty hollowness inside. She was dating Erick, the black and grey alpha wolf. He was a tall, muscle-bound wolf.

She looked for the Tv remote but was unable to find it. She located it, peeking out from behind her computer. She reached for it and knocked over the laptop. The screen came to life. There was a new email notification. She slowly blinked her tired, puffy eyes open to the sound of her laptop. She kept staring at it for some reason. She was a fox, she was supposed to be nocturnal. All kinds of keywords jumped out as she read. Words such as sexy and party were all over the email heading.

Chapter two

Rachael squinted the moment she opened her eyes in the morning. The room was flooded with sunlight, the noise from the street almost deafening for a weekend. Erick sat beside her on the bed, newspaper in hand, fresh from the showers, watchfully munching on something.

“Morning,” he mumbled, without glancing up, “Did you sleep at all?”

Rachael sat up and tugged at her hair, binding it all up in a rough ponytail. “What time is it?” She yawned.

“Around one.”

“No way.” She struggled around to look at her watch. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“When did you get to sleep? Four?” Erick set aside the paper to smile at her. “How could I wake you?”

Rachael moved closer to him and peeked at the newspaper, screening the page to see if there was anything worth reading about. “You must be hungry; you should’ve called me.”

“I already had breakfast.”

“Really, what?”

Erick showed her a half-eaten apple on the nightstand, “That. A week-old piece of bread, and there was this half box of ice cream, I hope.”

“Ice cream in the morning. What a start of the day for you.” Rachael laughed and stood up from the bed, disappearing into the bath.

Half an hour later when she emerged in the living room, two mugs of her special coffee on a tray, Erick sat on the sofa, still immersed in the newspaper, the TV muted to a movie. She laid down the tray on the floor and laid down on the sofa beside him, the unfinished book in her hand.

“Coffee again?” Erick asked.

“You know how my tea tastes. You still want it?” Rachael shifted so she could see Erick from under the newspaper.

“Can’t say that I do. So, what are you reading?”

“Not your type.” She answered, and asked back, “What about your stocks? Are we millionaires yet?”

Erick grunted slightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

Six pages later of her page, Erick had finished the whole paper once and was skimming through it again, when Rachael stifled a yawn and asked, “So, I have this party invitation tonight.”

“I can take you.” Erick suggested.

“I was invited alone…” She closed her eyes and yawned again.

“If you say so, just come back before midnight.”

“All right.”

Rachael wondered if her headache was going to turn into a migraine attack. It certainly felt that way. She slumped through the morning mostly in silence. The house was animated with her all the family madly, hurrying around, ironing, eating, sewing buttons onto tank tops that had been neglected at the back of the wardrobe since the last party, wiping shoes, doing hair. Rachael took herself back upstairs with her bowl of cereal drowned in full fat milk and stood staring at the leather legging while shovelling the little nuggets of oats and puffed rice into her mouth. She had so carefully picked this particular legging to catch everyone's attention but now her mind was lost in thoughts and her heart exhausted from the emotional war that she’d had been fighting within herself since the hour she heard about the party. The smooth, rich black fabric draped on the hanger looking elegant and soft yet still carrying a stubborn attitude as if to tell her she was being an absolute slut, a bitch.

She tipped up the bowl drank the rest of the milk from her cereal, dripping milk down her chin and then dumped the bowl on the bedside table. She pulled the bitchy fabric from the hanger and dragged it into the bathroom to prepare and dress her cowardly body.

Rachael knew she looked good, she’s worked hard in the gym over the last six months and had dieted like she’d never done before to make sure she looked and felt as good as she could. She slipped the legging over her firm, toned figure and examined herself in the mirror. Her huge lips popped, her bean bag size butt bulged revealing her belly button at the center and her flat toned tummy.

Her butt muffed out her pants, showing a grand canyon of ass cleavage.

It was an amazing leggings, it hugged all her best bits and draped perfectly over all the right places. She was able to wear this particular tank top with no bra and a little side boob teased as she moved her arms around.

After gazing and daydreaming for long enough, she moved on to her make-up, which was something she’d never had much interest in but she knew the basics. She sank into the mirror and she stared into her own eyes. She had a narrow fox face, high cheekbones and slight slant of the eyes which gives a sharp piercing gaze. She was indeed a sexy fox. The bluey-green colour looking vibrant and deep as they reflected the colour of the tank top.

She stood up tall looked into the mirror and told herself to pull herself together and then she moved on to a half-arsed attempt at taming the long but tidy hair on her head. She wound them all up and tucked them in on themselves to make a big, messy bun on the back of her head. Some curls had managed to escape the binds of the locks and fell around her face and she let them rest there. She completed the look with some clip in flowers, smiled at her reflection, grabbed her chosen earrings and left the bathroom.

“Sexy fox, coming through.” She called out.

“Nice to see you’re on time for your mysterious party.” Erick retorted sarcastically.

The coffee machine was old but made great coffee, she remembered her parents having it when she was a teenager back in Canada. It made lots of gargling and chugging noises as it filtered the water through the ground coffee. While the machine was working away in the corner, she hunted the cupboards quietly for a little bottle that she had hidden a few years back and eventually found it hiding in the back of the spice cupboard, which had clearly never been cleared out and sneakily added a shot of her secret whiskey to her coffee mug. She felt she needed all the help she could get today, even if it was just the liquid kind. Leaning back on the counter she took a big gulp of the warm drink and felt the heat of the alcohol run down her throat. She took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally for the day.

Chapter three

Rachael parked on the front parking space. She stayed inside for a while because she didn’t know what was in the warehouse, according to the email it was a surprise.

God. She hoped she looked like she belonged in this party. If she got kicked out before she even got in, it would be beyond embarrassing.

She wasn’t the clubbing type. All she had to do was get in the warehouse, slip into the VIP section, accidently bump into the person who sent her the email.

No sweat.

Think classy. Think money. She chanted it over and over again as the line inched closer to the door.

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Erick turned up the music blaring from his old beat Volvo radio. He wound his window all the way down, enjoying the warm breeze. He made his way to the warehouse, which was a good thirty minutes drive from his home. Rachael was getting late, thank God he knew the address. He pulled up at the back side of the warehouse. There were no movements outside. He sneaked to the window, climbed the dustbin and peeped inside. There was a sea of women, all drunk and dancing. Lights flashed with the rainbow symbol. Music boomed out of the speakers. He finally spotted Rachael. Her hands on her knees, teeth clenched and twerking.

A group of other women, all with huge lips, beanbag chair size boobs and ass walked slowly towards Rachael. They were chanting a ritual song that Erick could not hear because of the loud music. He could see that Racheal was about to be brainwashed into becoming a mega. He pushed through the window and fell down on the floor face first. He ignored the pain on his forehead. The flickering lights blinded him as he moved through the crowd. He bumped into busty women until he finally reached where Rachael was.

He saw some women kissing at the corner. They noticed him and realized that a stranger had walked in. You could tell by the way they sucked the air out of the room. The other ladies didn’t look at anyone, they simply sauntered up to the bar and ordered their drinks, like they owned the warehouse and everyone in it. Despite the boom of the bass, an odd hush fell over the crowded warehouse, and all heads swung in his direction. “The hotness quotient of this room just got upped a thousand times,” Erick said.

“Honey, are you out of your mind? These women are lesbians They’re also full of themselves,” Erick muttered, watching them. They were laughing so much you’d think they were all in love with each other. Erick scanned the warehouse and noticed every girl in the room was staring at them, glimmers of drool in the corners of their mouths, obviously wondering how they could infiltrate Rachael’s little love fest.

“They’re acting like the only people in the warehouse. I doubt they’ll even notice me dragging you out.” Erick said.

At that moment, the dj kicked over a barstool and fell on his backside. The others just laughed more. She looked like a cheetah with big red lips and beanbag chair size butt and boobs.

“Charming,” Erick said to Rachael. “They’re drunk. Can we go now?” he pulled Rachael by the arm. He gave her a firm shake as she snapped out of whatever trance she was in. Erick realized that she was in some sort of spell. The process was interrupted, he noticed it from the look on the dj's face.

Rachael shrugged and followed him toward the exit. They almost made a clean getaway. But as they passed them, one of them broke out of their party. The dj pushed a button, a sliding gate slid from the ceiling. Erick tried to wiggle the gate handle. Rachael looked back, mesmerized by the flashing light. She was still under the hypnotic spell. She put her hand up in the air, swung her hips to the beat. The dj and other women watched, a broad smile on their faces. The spell was working. The dj winked at Erick and licked her big, red lips. He shook her once again, lights flashing on Rachael’s face. She stopped dancing.

He called after Rachael, “Hey. Hey. Hey. . we need to go.”

Don’t turn around, she told herself, convinced they were in trouble. But of course, she did. She was looking for trouble. Big mistake. The spell was getting stronger, she swung her hips knocking him to the ground. She stepped on top of him, the end of her heel piercing through his stomach, hands akimbo on her hips. He saw irritation on Rachael’s big black lips.

“how can I stop the spell?” Erick said to himself. The spell was taking over Rachael. He wanted the leave warehouse, the dj walked down and stood next to Rachael.

Rachel, is fine now,” The dj said as she fingered Rachael's belly button. Erick saw how Rachael transformed into a condescending lesbian. Hatred was written all over her face. She was brainwashed.

Bass pounded as the dancers moved gracefully in the warehouse. It was time for Rachael to show her loyalty.

All the women gathered to watch the dj make love to Rachael. From stolen vantage points along the warehouse’s high walls, the women looked over the confrontation. Rachael watched as the dancers spun around her, their feet moving in time to the rhythmic beat of the music. She loved watching them dance, loved the elegance of their bodies and the swiftness of their movements. The most acrobatic of the performers was thrown high into the air by her female counterpart. She spun and tumbled, then landed and flawlessly picked up the rhythm of the dance again. Rachael was delighted. What must it be like to be able to spin and whirl in the air, as free as a bird? Rachael thought it would be heavenly.

The music continued, but the dancers finally finished. The crowd applauded appreciatively, but the noise soon died down to a low murmur. The dj kissed Rachael on the lips as the crowd chanted. She moved Rachael to one of the seats.

The dj put her knees to the base of the chair to stop it from moving. She reached forward to grab Rachael’s butt and then pulled her to the edge of the chair. The dj gently removed her leggings, and then roughly pulled her thong to the side. The dj let out a low growl as she fixed her gaze upon Rachael’s drooling pussy. Erick was not ready to see another woman pleasure his girlfriend. Erick knew she had totally turned into a lesbian, but watching a lesbian sex party was very painful to him.

“Yeah, you are already wet; I can’t wait to make you come as I lick every drop of your pussy with my tongue.” The dj said.

The dj hadn’t touched her pussy yet but her words were so rude and so honest, it made Rachael groan and twitch. She was happy that her pussy hole was gaping and so eager to feel the dj's fingers inside her. She just wanted the dj, her fingers, or the dildo, whatever it was, she wanted it soon. The dj slapped her lightly on her lap, this made her squeal.

Her curiosity stopped altogether when the dj's hot mouth touched her vulva. Her swollen lips were already slick with her juices. It welcomed the dj's touch and she resisted the tempting feeling to jerk her lips forward. She pulled in a shaky breath and kept perfectly still.

The dj rewarded her by slowly pushing her tongue between her fattened labia, the dj wriggled it around. It produced a ticklish sensation after a few seconds; the dj then changed tactics and began to sweep her tongue from above her ass hole to the very tip of her clit. The dj did that over and over at a slow maddening pace. It felt good and she didn’t want to come just yet, she was set on the journey. It was pleasant and arousing, she suspected the dj knew it and just wanted to drive her mad. The dj was doing it on purpose. She wondered how the dj knew what got her going when they just met.

The dj hummed; the dj sent a delicious jolt through her which sent a fresh gush of juice from her pussy. The dj lapped them up eagerly and quickly, and then upped her game. The dj curled up the edges of her tongue then began to fuck her with it. It stimulated all the most sensitive nerve endings at her entrance and it made her grip so tightly on the chair. Her knuckled went white as she closed her eyes. She lolled her head backwards. Normally at this point, she’d have tangled her fingers into her boyfriend’s hair and pulled him more tightly to her pussy, to urge him on. She wanted to show the dj how much she wanted to come but obviously she couldn’t. the bondage prevented that.

The dj teased her until she was dizzy, the dj did what she knew would put her on the fast tracks of orgasm. The dj concentrated on her clit, she circled it with her tongue and flicked her tongue up and down across it, then from side to side. The dj tantalized every nerve ending in her tiny nub. She was wailing so much that everyone would think that she was being tortured. The dj pulled the sensitive bud to her mouth and sucked it rhythmically. The dj was gentle at first then harder and harder. The dj pushed her thighs down to stop her from kicking.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna come,” she screamed.

The dj removed her mouth from her, she growled in frustration. “That’s what I want, now hang on tight sweety.” The dj said.

Rachael . . . left me? Erick wondered after watching her enjoy every bit of the sex.

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