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_ The Dark Eye _

_ C _ammy rubbed two fingers along the edge of her brow. A thick bulge had begun to form along the side of her temple, a similar knot popped out of her neck. A furious rage boiled within her mind, causing her muscles to tense. In the faint light cast off by the flickering computer screen before her, an amber glow, though dull, began to emerge from her eyes.

A black and white image was displayed on the screen, with a time stamp written in dark, coal black number adorning the bottom right corner. People were seated at a fancy bar, drinks before each of them. Behind the bar was a single dragon, dressed in the uniform of all her bartenders. Towards the end of the bar was a cash register.

Her sharp teeth ground together in silent anger as she watched the dragon move towards the register when she hit play. His gaze cast around the bar, checking to make sure that no one was paying any attention to him. Although the security tape had no audio, she could almost hear the loud ding of the register as the drawer flew open, that's when she noticed the bartender stuffing his pockets full of large bills.

Earlier that morning she had been going through the books from the previous night, just as she had done every morning. When she found some funds missing, she immediately began sifting through the security videos until she had come across this bartender pulling money out of her drawers. There was no point in reporting him, she knew all too well that the money was long gone. This was one of the many reasons she had left Irendin. She'd already called the dragon and told him that he was fired, citing her reasons.

Cammy was an arcanine, a very beautiful girl, who had recently moved to the bustling metropolis of Flur-Venda, located along the Auduren coast. It had been a hard move, traveling a thousand miles away from what she had called home for nearly twenty-six years. She had struggled and clawed her way to her position, working several dead end jobs for almost five years before she had been able to open her own night club,The Dark Eye. It wasn't the fanciest night club around, but she had always managed to keep a steady supply of fresh DJ talent that kept everyone coming back.

It had been her dream since she was in high school to open up her own nightclub, where people from all over could share drinks, dance, and enjoy the rich atmosphere. For three long years she had poured ever ounce of blood, sweat, and tear she had into creating the club to be as successful as it had been in recent months. Enlisting the help of her father had been hard, but it was thanks to his understanding of people on a more personal level that she had been able to create what she did.

Although building along the coast, near the beach wouldn't have been her first choice for a club, the results were more than worth her doubt.

Cammy whirled around in her seat to stare at her desk, a thick, spiral bound notebook was opened up. Written on the pages were several numbers, each one representing the profits from each night, a mixture of cash and credit card receipts, as well as her own personal count of the drawers she did every night at closing. Beside the notebook was a stack of envelopes for potential employees, all of which she had already perused through.

A dull glow began to emanate from her crimson red eyes, a storm of fury began to rise within her. A fierce snarl curled back her lips as she launched herself forward, swiping her large arm across her desk, sending the files and notebook flying across the room. Paper flew high up against the ceiling, before it began to slowly spiral down, scattering across the floor.

The arcanine felt her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath she took, fighting to control the anger that threatened to consume her. She wanted nothing more than to go find the dragon and beat him within an inch of his life, to make him cough up the money he stole, but she knew it would only lead to more trouble than it was worth.

Thus, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to be more careful when she chose her next new hire. What she would be looking for however, she had no idea.

As if it had been reading her thoughts and wanted to aid in her search, one of the pieces of paper began to spin around just above her desk, her eyes catching its movement. With gentle ease, it fell upon the surface of her desk. Written across the top of the paper was a name, a phone number, and an address, as well as a picture.Fang, was the name she read.

Fang looked to be about in his late twenties, a wolf, with jet black fur, short, spiky hair atop his head, and white fur running down from around his eyes to the collar of his simple blue t-shirt. Cammy moved around the desk to start collecting the scattered papers, the dull glow fading from her eyes.

For nearly an hour the arcanine boded her time between reading his resume, when she managed to find another page that is, while steadily cleaning up the scattered mess of papers. It was time consuming, but the more that she had read about the wolf named Fang, the more she liked him as an employee.

Fang had managed to work at some of the more well known clubs and bars in the city, earning himself a reputation as one of the best mixology masters in the entire city, but for some reason, he always left a job after only a year with no explanation. It was strange to her that someone with as high remarks as he had earned would decide to just leave after only a year.

After what felt like several hours of internal debate over whether or not he would be a good fit for her, she decided to go ahead and give the wolf a call. What was written on his resume warranted that much, and she was intrigued by how professional he was in creating it. The arcanine fished her phone out of her pocket, quickly dialing the number he'd written down.

"Hello?" Fang's voice was soft spoken, gentle.

"Good morning Mr. Fang." Cammy said with her usual professional tone. "This is Cammy down at The Dark Eye night club. I just recently read through your resume and was wondering if you'd be available in say an hour or so for an in-person interview?"

There was silence from his end, and for a moment, she thought that maybe he had hung up. "That'll be fine ma'am." He said shyly. "I'll be there."

"I look forward to seeing you sir. If your resume is as accurate as I assume it is, you might just have a new job." She was about to say more when she heard the phone beep, and looked to see that he had hung up. Sighing, a bit angry that he would be so rude, she just leaned back in her worn leather chair.

Fang adjusted his shirt once again as he approached the massive building of_The Dark Eye_, his heart beating like a drum during a rock concert. Being as shy as he was, any time he had an interview he was a nervous wreck, and after accidentally hanging up on his new potential boss, he figured that he'd already made a bad impression.

The wolf had decided to dress casual, a nice, clean pair of blue jeans, a nice crimson red button up shirt that was tucked into his pants.

Before him was a two story tall massive brick building, with some graffiti of the club's name written along the walls. Along the sidewalk outside were two different paths divided by golden stands that had red velvet ropes stretched out between, one line leading to the front entrance, the other to the alley between it and another building. Each line had its own sign, one for guests, the other for VIPs.

The front entrance was as grand as he had ever seen before, two massive glass doors that were covered in a mural depicting a night in the club, people dancing and lights of every color bathing them. A tall, muscular dragon stood outside smoking a cigarette, wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that read 'Security' across the chest.

As he approached the dragon, he could feel his amber eyes fix on him beneath the dark shades he wore. Smoke billowed out from his nose while he leaned back against the wall beside the door. "You Fang?" The deep, baritone voice of the dragon asked when the wolf got close enough.

"Y-yes sir," Fang answered nervously.

"Head on inside, boss is waiting for ya at the bar." Without another word, the dragon opened the door and ushered the wolf inside.

Taking a nervous gulp, the wolf just smiled slightly as he walked into the darkened interior of the club, wondering what was waiting for him inside.

Inside the club was a small hallway, where there was a window a few feet off to the left side along the wall, a small slit open beneath, and a sign above it that read_Tickets_. Ahead of him was another set of glass doors, through which he could see the main dance floor of the club. On either side of the double doors was a guard, inside the hallway was a giant of a minotaur, while inside the club itself was a muscular wolf, no taller than himself. Both were garbed in the same fashion as the dragon outside.

Fang nervously walked towards the next set of doors, his eyes moving over the form of the minotaur guard who, as he watched, seemed to part his lips in a crude smile. It was only as he was about to pass by the guard that he noticed a long, jagged scar down the side of his cheek, and his left eye, which had been hidden by the way he was standing, was glazed over with a thick, milky cloud.

Uneasy, he pushed his way through the doors, where the wolf guard slowly turned to face him, eyes tracing along his body. From the attention he was getting, Fang couldn't help but blush, and turn away from the guard. His heart was now hammering away at his chest, and he was sure that everyone in the entire club could hear it.

Emerging through the door, the wolf found himself in the main room of the club. At the center of the room was the dance floor, spreading out nearly the entire length of the room, with panels that changed colors every few seconds, as if keeping in tandem with some beat all their own. Surrounding the dance floor were a set of two stairs, that rose up to another floor where several tall tables, simple in design, littered the upper floor. Three chairs were arranged around each table. Along the entire wall around the main room were booths, with a select few having curtains hanging around them for the privacy of VIP guests.

Against one wall, the only place to not have the booths, was the stage for the DJ, where a set of mixing tables, as well as a stand of large speakers on either side were set up. Wires stretched out from the DJ table, leading back to the wall, where his eyes followed them up to the ceiling to see several more speakers spread along its entire length.

In the center of the ceiling was a square, steel beam that housed several of the multi-colored lights, each one displaying a vibrant color across the interior._Impressive,_he thought.

Turning around, he was greeted by the sight of a long bar. A glass case spanned the length of the bar, displaying various beers, liquor, and to his surprise, even some wine. Gentle, neon colors bathed the fixed bar stools from a single light that cast out from beneath the edged surface of the bar, changing to another color every few seconds.

Standing behind the bar was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She was an arcanine, with beautiful sunset orange fur, sporting lines of black along her arms, and her back he assumed. Tufts of cream colored fur jutted out from her elbows, matching the color of her fluffy tail, and her luscious hair, which fell down her back with a shimmering brilliance. What caught his breath with her appearance however, was the faint glow of amber from her eyes, despite the crimson iris.

Fang felt his mouth go dry, his feet heavy, and his lungs burned as though he'd just run a marathon. She was, he thought, beyond compare.

Cammy was busy looking over her recent order of fruit flavored juices when she heard the resounding footsteps of someone approaching. Looking up from her slip of paper, she couldn't help but crack a sly grin as she noticed the wolf hesitantly approaching her. All of her anger from that morning had faded away, mostly. She was still a little upset that he'd hung up on her, but she would forgive that if the interview went well. "Mr. Fang I presume?"

The wolf nearly fainted at how beautiful her voice sounded. It was pleasant, respectful, but also too, there was an edge to it. "Y-yes ma'am." He responded hesitantly.

Cammy was garbed, from what he could tell, in a short sleeve shirt. The collar hung low, enough that he could see a generous amount of her cleavage, but not enough that it took away from the imagination. It was almost as if she was daring him to look, like she wanted someone to notice.

"Well its nice to finally meet you sir." She leaned against the bar with her hands spread out. "Take a seat."

Fang felt a chill run down his spine. She hadn't asked for him to sit, rather, she had almost demanded it. In her voice he could hear a sort of dominance that, while some might find intimidating, to him was relaxing. The wolf wasted no time in taking a seat, something that wasn't lost on the arcanine.

"On your resume it says that you've worked at some of the best clubs and bars in town, but only for a year each. Why is that?" She slowly returned her attention to her slip of paper.

Fang sighed, knowing it was a question he was going to have to answer. He was used to it by now, but that didn't make it any easier. "I'm honestly not s-sure ma'am." The wolf felt his nervous starting to take hold again. "I guess because they never really treated m-me right."

Cammy wasn't lost on his stammering. She could tell just by the way he sat that he was nervous, and a bit shy. "What do you mean? They treated you like shit or?"

"No ma'am." Fang was quick to answer. "They were all good to m-me. Its just that, well, you see, I um...." The wolf turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's a um... certain way I like to be...... t-t-treated....."

It was clear to the arcanine that the subject was jarring his nerves. It seemed a bit sensitive to him. She could respect that. "Sorry I asked." She smiled. "So, you've made a name for yourself with your drinks."

"Yes ma'am I have." For the first time since she'd met the wolf, he seemed confident. He answered her without hesitation. "I can make any drink along the coast, and a few I keep for my own parties ma'am."

"Don't call me ma'am." Cammy said with some irritation in her voice. "I appreciate the respect, but the name is Cammy."

"Sorry..... Cammy." The wolf once again looked nervous.

"Show me what you got. Make me a mixed drink, something I've never seen before."

"Yes Cammy!" Fang nearly shouted. The wolf shot out of his seat like an arrow from a bow, skirting around the edge of the bar and her. In only a few short minutes he was busily mixing a few different whiskeys together with some different fruit flavored juices.

The arcanine just shook her head as she went back to her work, finalizing everything with her own signature before folding up the paper and sliding it into her pants pocket. "So, what do you do in your free time?"

"Not much ma.... Cammy." The wolf chuckled. "Guess I maybe hang with a friend or t-two."

"You don't have to be so nervous around me Fang. I may be your boss soon enough, if you pass my test, but you can be open with me." She'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't taken an interest in him. He may be on the more skinny side of things, but he was cute, and, he seemed like he had a submissive side to him.

Cammy wasn't ashamed to admit that she had a more dominant personality when it came to life, but it was even more evident when it came to the bedroom. She liked to be on top, the one making all the demands, and always getting what she wanted. Her eyes looked him over while he worked, noticing how he wasn't shy about showing his flare for tossing drinks around with practiced ease, and yet, when he would look at her, he would blush.

After what felt like ten minutes of silence, the wolf finally placed down a glass before her. It was colored a deep, rich, ruby red, with two strawberries floating around with a few ice cubes. "What's this?" The arcanine raised the glass up, taking a small whiff. "Smells fruity." She giggled.

"It is." He said with a sly grin. "Strawberry Splash is what I call it." He then proceeded to explain to her everything that was inside, and how it was made. He watched, shy once more, as she raised the glass to her lips and took a small swig. She washed it around in her mouth for a second, before she swallowed. "Do you like it?"

Cammy just sat there in silence, eyes drawn to the glass. She just spun the glass around between her fingers. "You're gonna need to be back here at four o'clock tonight. You're gonna add this to the list of drinks and sell it for me." Fang nearly felt his throat tighten when he heard the demanding tone she used, as if he had no choice in the matter. To say it made his pants tighten was a gross understatement.

"I'll be here Cammy..."

Fang couldn't help but smile as he looked at his new uniform in the mirror. A pair of nice black slacks, with a dark, royal purple button up shirt, and a silver vest over top of the shirt. The vest was accented by golden yellow trimming, with the logo of the night club stitched over his breast. The uniform was a perfect fit, and more than that, it felt comfortable.

"Gonna be a busy night." Cammy said as she approached.

Since that morning she'd changed her outfit as well, now wearing a dress. It was dark in color, almost black, with a slit that ran from the hem up to her thigh, showing of her beautiful orange legs, and, when she turned right, he caught a glimpse of her lace panties. The collar of her dress dropped so low that there was nothing left to the imagination about her bust. Again, she wasn't overtly showing, yet at the same time, was confident enough to give a teasing display.

"Yes it is." Fang finally managed to answer after he'd picked his jaw up from the floor. "I'm ready f-for it." Cammy couldn't help but giggle when she noticed his nerves surfacing once again. He really was cute to her, and she was curious to see what he looked like without his new uniform on. If the night went well, perhaps she'd be able to.

"We'll see." She mused. "I'll be swinging by now and again to check in on you. Don't do anything stupid, I'd hate to have to break the bones of such a handsome wolf." There was a playfulness to her voice that wasn't lost on him, yet at the same time, there was a serious venom as well. "Get to work."

Fang felt his pants tighten at her authority. He'd always wanted someone to talk to him the way that she did. He was a huge submissive when it came to the bedroom, and he wasn't all that different in life either, albeit a bit more shy. "Yes mistress." The wolf muttered under his breath.

Cammy nearly gave pause. Glancing back, she saw he thought he'd said it low enough that perhaps she hadn't heard him. She had, and a wicked grin crossed her lips._Guess my streak of being alone is over,_she thought.

For several hours Fang worked hard, wiping down the bar after patrons left, and always being ready with the next drink for those that stayed. For the most part, he kept to himself, only really asking in anyone needed a refill or to answer a question about the menu.

The music wasn't his favorite, mostly dubstep, but it could've been worse. All around he could see groups of people dancing, swaying in motion with the beat of the music. Every so often he saw some couples, even strangers sometimes, making out. Despite how awkward some got, going so far as to open play with each other on the dance floor, he couldn't help but crack a smile. What made him laugh however was whenever a security guard would escort some people out, either for making a move on one of the girls who brought them drinks or refusing to pay their bill.

From time to time during his work, Fang would see the elegant beauty of the arcanine as she moved about the club. There was a certain elegance about her stride when she would approach the VIP guests, always having a more, proper look, though he could tell she was teasing them with her outfit at the same time.

There was a certain, allure about her that he couldn't help but find striking. Every conversation she had, it was clear who was in command of the dialogue the whole time. If anything, it made his heart ache for her all the more. True, they had just met earlier that morning, but already he could tell that she would be a woman after his own heart, his own desires. To some degree, he had hoped that the hints he'd been dropping were pretty clear, and yet, he felt as though perhaps he wasn't being forward enough.

As he filled up another glass with cold, frothy beer, he began to wonder if perhaps he was indeed trying to hurry things along. After all, they had just met, and already he was having fantasies about being her little puppy dog, her play toy.

When his eyes drew back to her, striding among the VIP section with an alluring sway in her hips, he knew he'd fallen in love. What he'd begun to feel for her throughout the course of the night was mostly lust, but too, there was something much deeper at work in his heart, and he knew it.

Sighing, he returned to his work. There was nothing he could do now, except wait and see where things led. As it was, this was his first night on the job, and he wanted to make a lasting impression, a reason for her to keep him hired on. So, he began to open up a bit with a few of the patrons, showing off his mixing skills by creating some drinks that weren't even on the menu, but that people often enjoyed.

Music, melodic and warmth, began to fill the club as a new DJ took the stage.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. It was Cammy. The arcanine was moving towards the dance floor now, and when she reached the center, she began to sway with the beat. Everyone around the bar grew silent as they watched her move with a young wolf and a tall, yet equally young dragon. Their bodies moved together with the beat of the music, their hands touching each other.

A hulk of a dragon moved in front of his view. "Damn, look at that chick go." He said with a laugh. "Wish she'd move that way on me." He grinned at his compatriot, clinking their mugs together.

Fang just hung his head low, ignoring their comments. When another order for drinks came in, he hurriedly began to make them.Perhaps I was wrong about her, maybe she doesn't want me. He thought. She seemed to like being so assertive though, was she just testing me?

"Bro..." The dragon said, nearly spilling his beer. Fang looked up, catching a glimpse of Cammy through a gap between the two dragons. The arcanine was wrapped up in the arms of the wolf, who was kissing along her neck, while she ran a hand up his thigh, and he her own. The dragon had turned to face her now, kissing along the other side of her neck, one hand held in her own, while the other trailed down her generous bust.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was all the time that Fang needed to see to realize that his shot with her was gone, well and truly gone. What he had failed to notice however, was the glow in her eyes, and that while she was occupied by the two young, horny males with her, she was more interested in the wolf behind the bar.

Cammy loved to tease younger men with her body. It gave her a thrill to see them melt in her hands, but, as was often the case, she knew they weren't what she was after. Already she could tell that the dragon was being more forceful with her, nibbling now on her neck instead of kissing, while the wolf was doing much the same. She could feel their pulsating lengths pressed against her thighs, and while it was pleasing, it was no where near enough to get her as hot and bothered as they were.

After a few minutes of teasing the two young men, she gradually extracted herself from their embrace, allowing a much younger vixen to stroll up. She was clad in only a silk dress, though with how tight it was, there was no reason to think that she was out just for a casual party.

The arcanine left the three young fools alone to their evening, for her interest was vested elsewhere. While she had been dancing, it hadn't escaped her how hard the new bartender was working. Drinks were always pretty early, and though he didn't smile much whenever no one was looking, he did seem to enjoy his work. She couldn't say she was all that pleased when she'd heard from one of the waitresses that he'd been making drinks that were 'off-menu'.

Cammy walked through the club towards the bar, talking with some friends that she knew along the way. Past the bar along the same wall was a door that was hidden by a black curtain. With a heavy sigh, she pulled aside the curtain to reveal a door, with a digital panel in place of a conventional lock. Typing in the code, she stepped through.

Inside was a dull, flat, gray wall that was no more than a few feet in front of her, with another wall to the left, and a wooden staircase going up to the right. Walking up, she rounded a landing, before heading up yet another flight of stairs. At the top was yet another door, painted black, where she again entered a code into the digital keypad.

The arcanine let out a tired breath as she entered her office. It wasn't much, with a desk in the middle of the room. Behind it was a series of six computer screens, each one displaying a different part of the club on a closed circuit system. On the right wall was a series of pictures; friends, family, the club when it was being built, when it opened, and even one of her best friend, whom she missed dearly.

Along what should have been the left wall, was instead a one way mirror, which allowed to her see clearly everything from the main entrance all the way to the bar. People of all shapes and sizes were dancing with the music, partying with their friends, and, although she could see people being escorted out by security, everything seemed to be running smoothly.

Yet, her attention kept coming back to the wolf behind the bar, watching him intently as he moved to and fro. As more people began to arrive, his work load grew. Fewer were his moments to catch a breath or take a drink of water, let alone try to walk away to get any food. It was a bit of an oversight of hers not to put in a kitchen, but she had felt that people came to a club for the atmosphere of music and drinks with friends and strangers.

The arcanine merely shook her head before retiring to her desk, easing herself back into her leather chair. After being on her feet nearly all day, it felt good to just sit down and relax. Sit down. It struck her then that perhaps a better seat was what she needed. Dancing with the dragon and wolf had been fun, but what she wanted was so much more. Already she could feel her insides growing warm. Her dark dress did a good job of hiding how soaked her panties had become just thinking about her new bartender.

While she had never admitted it to anyone, she had always desired to be with someone whom she could control. She was very dominant in the bedroom, and she'd never found anyone so willing to let her play that part before. Yet, here was this wolf, who not only took the job, but had done everything she had told him to without question. It was his obedience that truly made her pussy long for company, whether a nice thick tongue or a cock mattered not. All she wanted in that moment was him.

Fang had watched as Cammy headed past the bar to her office. He'd seen the curtain shift earlier when a guard walked by, checking to make sure that it was locked. He knew that she was probably watching him from the one-way mirror upstairs. Instead of making him nervous however, it only made him work that much harder.

The remaining few hours were a blur for the wolf. He'd lost count of the number of drinks he'd served, the food he'd placed in front of people, even the amount of times he'd refilled the ice box. Things had begun to move pretty fast after Cammy had retired to her office for the night, which he'd been told by a guard on break was her usual schedule.

It wasn't until he noticed the people starting to leave that he looked up at the clock above the bar and really noticed the time. It was going on two in the morning. After a long first night, he finally let out an exhausted sigh as he leaned back against the glass case filled with alcohol, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Long night?"

Fang nearly started when he heard the voice of Cammy, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "Yes it was boss." He said more casually than she was normally used to. "I'll wipe down the bar and head home."

Cammy took a glance towards the main entrance of the club, noticing that by now most, if not all, of her guests had left. She could see the guards escorting people out, grabbing still full glasses and bringing them back towards the bar. "Well, I was thinking." She began, looking back at him. Their eyes met, and he couldn't help but notice the predatory glean that shined. Unlike the glow he'd noticed before, there was a much more richer amber to them. "These eyes don't just glow for anyone you know."

The wolf gulped when her heard her sultry tone. She advanced. Each step bringing her that much closer to what she wanted. "M-m-m-ma'a-a-a-am." The wolf stuttered, but to no avail. Her lips parted in a smile, displaying her sharp, perfectly white teeth.

"Listen to me, only reason why I hired you out of everyone else in the first place today is because I just wanted a 'chew' toy to mess around with after-hours. Wasn't truly what I was after in the beginning, but after seeing how submissive you were with me, I just had to have you all to myself." A low, sensual growl escaped her throat. Her fingers began to trail down his face, pulling at his lips ever so gently, before moving down to his neck. "You can either stay here and work over-time cleaning up this place, or I can 'drive you home'."

Fang felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants. The pressure was so intense it was almost painful. Before he could even utter a response, he felt her strong hands move to grasp a hold of his hips, drawing him in close. Her warm breath brushed against his cheek like the gentle caress of a long forgotten lover. "Tell you what my new little pet." She said, her voice oozing with sexual desire, "You're going to be working overtime at my apartment tonight."

That was all the wolf needed to hear before his resolve broke. "Take me mistress." His voice was weak, and yet, laced with the same furious desire that she had displayed.

Cammy led the way out of the club, a slight bounce in her step. Neither one paid any mind to the guards that they passed, nor did they even acknowledge the head of security when she threw him the keys to the club. All that they could focus on was where they were headed, and the events that both were looking forward to.

It only took a few minutes for the arcanine to find her car and head back to her apartment, the wolf beside her the whole while. During the car ride he'd been silent, only breathing evenly and avoiding looking at her.

Fang nearly gasped when he finally beheld the building that she was living in. Located only a few miles away from the club, it was a tall, six story apartment building right along the beach. Directly out the back of the building was the sand covered shore line, where, despite the hour, he could still see several people lounging by the surf.

The building was immaculate, being made of some tan brick that seemed as though it was carved from the beach itself. Cammy quickly grabbed his hand and led him inside. From the main entrance they raced through the main lobby to the elevators, where they made their way inside. He'd only been able to catch small glimpses of the lobby, most of which he'd forgotten about when he saw the shining eyes of the arcanine hungrily glaring at him.

After what felt like an eternity, though was actually perhaps a minute or two, they heard the bell ring, and the doors slowly opened. They made their way down a hall that was as tan as the beach itself, with a sort of seashell themed carpet lining the floor, and a few white tables spread every few feet between the apartment doors. On top of them were beautiful fresh flowers, each one a different color from the next.

Fang watched as the arcanine hurriedly opened the door to her apartment, not even bothering to turn on the lights when they finally made it inside. "Go wait in my room." Was all she said before she disappeared into the bathroom. The wolf didn't hesitate, not even looking around her apartment before heading towards the door she had indicated.

Cammy's room was more simple than he'd thought. The floor, like the rest of the building, was covered in a beach themed carpet, while the walls were a darker shade of tan. Against the far wall was a simple queen sized bed, covered in a purple comforter, with a simple wooden headboard leaning against the wall. On one side of the bed was a simple night stand, with only a small lamp resting on it.

"You better be undressed in thirty seconds!" Her voice rang out from the bathroom.

Fang was quick to obey, even going so far as to pile his clothes in a neat pile by the edge of the bed. He waited. More than a minute passed before he heard the heavy footsteps of the arcanine heading towards the bed room.

The wolf felt his heart leap into his throat as he beheld the beauty of the arcanine. She was garbed in a tight, dark leather bra that, when she twirled around, showed the two metal loops that were fixed to her back. Diamond studs ran along the back in even intervals. Around her waist she wore a pair of leather, crotch-less panties, above which was a tight leather belt that was fixed to the straps that ran down to her thighs, then to just above her knees.

A bright, amber glow emanated from her eyes, signaling her arousal. As if the steady film of liquid that dripped out of her delicious looking pussy lips wasn't enough of a hint. "On your knees pet." She said with a rigorous authority.

"Yes mistress." Fang watched from his knees as she stalked closer, until his nose was nearly flush with her dripping pussy.

"Smell your mistress pet." Without a word, he leaned forward, letting her inviting, feminine scent assail his nose. Without the confines of his pants he didn't feel the tightness as his cock rose to full mast, throbbing with his own need for her. "I see your eager to please your mistress." She cooed softly.

"Yes mistress." Was all he could manage, his cheeks growing rosy red. Fang leaned forward, his tongue slipping free, until it gently glided along her labia. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the thick appendage glide along the slick surface of her flesh. Years of pent up frustration about the move, building up her club, and her own dominate side being set loose made her lose herself in the moment.

"Get to work pet!" She growled with lust. Her hand came down to his head, burying it into her pussy. In no time at all she felt his tongue spreading her labia to reach deeper into her, his nose gently pushing against her clit. Pleasure began to surge through her limbs, the likes of which she hadn't felt in years.

Minutes passed by in the silence of the room, broken only by the slight sound of her juices being lapped up by her new toy. To say he was eager to please was a gross understatement. While holding his head, she'd begun to grind against his face, while his fingers wrapped themselves around the leather strap along her thighs.

Each pass of his tongue sent a shiver along her spine, each rough caress of his nose against her clit was like a bolt of electricity through her body. The warmth that had begun in her stomach in the club from the teasing of the two younger men had grown into a raging inferno. The waves of pleasure came crashing down upon her like a torrential storm, her mind clouding over with a thick haze of lust.

Every second that passed was more precious to her than gold, and as much as she tried to stave of the feeling, already she could feel her orgasm building. She'd wanted this feeling to last all night long, but then, a thought had accord to her. It was with a devious smile, and a long, drawn out moan, that she finally felt the dam walls break.

Thick, slimy strands of her juices came gushing out like a geyser, coating his chin with her essence, while at the same time, his tongue worked to capture as much as he could and bring it into his hungry throat. Her orgasm only lasted a few seconds, but she knew it was the beginning of many more to come, if she had anything to say about it anyways.

The euphoric bliss passed after a minute or two, leaving her panting. Looking down, she could see he was still eager to please, and he had something else for her to enjoy. "I hope you know you're staying the night my little pet. Gonna need you to work a lot of overtime." She saw the desire in his eye, the need to please her as much as he could before exhaustion set it.

"Get on the bed pet." He obeyed, laying down on his back so that he was on full display for her viewing pleasure. "Such a pretty sight, leaving the perfect seat open for me to." She gently ran her hand down the length of his cock, smiling. "Gonna have to put this bad boy to some good use."

Cammy moved onto the bed with him, straddling his waist. When she felt the head of his canine cock align with her needy lips, she gave a gentle push back. Warmth spread through her body as she felt it split apart her labia with ease, each gentle push back making it sink that much further into her body.

She only stopped his entrance when she felt the thick knot at the base kiss her lips. With eyes still glowing brightly, she reached out and slid his arm above his head, grasping his wrist tightly. Her other hand moved around his maw, his eyes meeting hers in silent acknowledgment of her power over him. "You're going to give your mistress every inch of your thick cock. And when you cum inside me, I'm going to make sure that your thick knot keeps you in."