The business

Toby

I opened the door and walked into her office.

“Knock on the door when it’s closed, Toby.”

“Do you want me to get him out of here?” the guy who handed me the drink asked.

“I want to see you try.” She laughed and winked at me. “Guys, say hello to your new stage brother. This is my dear Toby. He’s joining the show this month. It’s temporary.”

“The lo-lo-bi…”

The guy who wanted to get me out of the office stammered.

“Shut up, Michael!” she scowled at the cocky blond.

The guys came over to greet me one by one, welcoming me.

“Sorry, man, my bad,” the blond said.

“Okay. Relax. So, Vicky, how does it work?”

She handed me her drink and explained the hours I was supposed to come in. The club was open Thursday through Sunday, and we had three days off. I was supposed to come in at midnight. A full moon would be projected and dry ice smoke would be spread to create the atmosphere. It was corny, but the ladies liked it, according to Vicky.

Petry would do a choreography for me and I would wear a wolf mask. It was the solution she found so that my father would never find out about my extra work.

I rehearsed for a week, and it turned out pretty good. Of course, it's not something to put on your resume. Vicky took some photos for the poster, a banner, a promotional video. My debut was going to be on Friday, of course! It was a full moon night and everything, and the show went off, and she opened an extra session. We were all going to earn double in one night.

The guys were cool, almost all of them were Vicky's friends, but they really liked her. And I thought she had no one. I was even jealous. Only Petry, the choreographer, and Mike, who was a security guard, were acquaintances of my mother and, therefore, knew about my connection with Vicky and that I was a real werewolf, besides the guy Michael who was dating one.

Michael was also the son of a werewolf and a human, but he didn't transform, although he had a werewolf sister. Michel played one of the firefighters, but I suspected that he wanted to put out the fire, it was my Vicky's. And I didn't know if I would like that, but she swore that he was acting like a macho man but was gay.

The show started with the classic, police officers beating up the girls, then came the angels, the gangsters, the players, and then came the attraction, the novelty, me as a werewolf and a sensual ballerina was my prey. We choreographed some make-out and the girl was already in love.

When I left the stage with the girl, the firefighters came in to put out the women's fire. They also did massages and even sex, but outside the club. It was an agreement between client and professional. Vicky didn't even take a commission from it. She said she wasn't a pimp. She was the manager of a group of male dancers, her bad boys. The more time I spent with Vicky, the more I wanted her to be my partner. We slept in the same bed and I kissed her and kneaded her, but I wouldn't do more than that unless she asked me to.

And by God, when I stroked that round ass, like the full moon, I was ready to go, but I got up and went to take a shower. Vicky laughed, said it was the tension of my debut. I knew what it was and, if when I was a kid I held back, now it was getting harder.

She was hot. She knew it. She took advantage. There wasn't a curve there that wasn't in the right place. She complained about the extra love handles on her waist, but it matched her thick thighs, her big breasts that I already knew so well and her delicious ass. If she worked out she would be unbearable. It was better this way. Cute, delicious, a woman who filled the bed. Damn! I was already horny again.

I went out with the boys. I had fun, I kissed, I danced, I made out, I had oral sex, but no penetration. No, not that. That was an intimacy that I would save for a few. The first one would have to be special. Special like Toby, but it couldn't be him. If it was and then his partner showed up, I would be left and that wouldn't be good at all.

Then, that talk of I'll take care of you, you'll be my sister until you die... Geez, I was going to have to put up with a young man, having sex with his partner and me in the next room eating soup like an old woman and waiting for death to come. Not even fucking, or rather, no fucking, then.

Either he would be my partner or it would be better to just be his little sister. Deep down, I wanted that, I really wanted him to come back one day and we would discover there and then that we were the two of us, our true partners chosen by his goddess. When I saw him arriving, this time, I thought for a moment that it could be. But if that's how life wants it, dear Toby, you can rub my ass all you want because that's all it will be. It's hard to resist the heat, but just think of him as a brother. All my boys are hot. I could even try with someone, but I don't know... For now, it's better to let Toby go.

Not before I make some good money with him, damn it! I never thought that my werewolf fetish would pay me so much. I'll be able to enjoy vacations in California or Hawaii if I want. God bless you, Toby. After he's gone, I'll have to put another boy in his place. But after about three months. I'll let the bitches suffer from longing.

I hope he finds his mate, I'll wait until he's 25. If he doesn't find her, I'll claim him myself, but then he said he'd want to transform me. It must hurt like hell. I don't know if I can handle it. I'm weak to pain.

Well, that's my plan and if my guardian angel isn't Cupid's partner and I don't love anyone more than Toby, I'll go with Toby anyway. Now if he finds his mate, I'll settle for being the spinster aunt. And that's okay. I know how to have fun, really, marriage isn't essential and I don't plan on having kids, I'm terrified of that.