The Werewolf’s Bitch (Parts VII and VIII)

Part VII

The next morning my ass was still sore and I called out of work. My jaws were a little sore as well. I have to admit that I got a hard on when reminiscing about the night before.

I was planning on staying in all day, but I got a call from Katja. She wanted me to come over to her apartment dressed as I had been the night before. I had to clean my boots and wash my hose, but I knew better than to disobey her.

I walked to her apartment a little after dark. There weren’t too many people out and I was glad of that. Doubly glad that I didn’t recognize anyone and that no one recognized me.

Katja answered the door wearing black pants that accentuated her firm ass and a black turtleneck that conformed to her tits. “Just get home?”, I asked. “No”, she replied. “We’re going out.” I was stunned. She grabbed her coat and we exited her building.

I knew better than to ask her any questions, so I followed her lead. We headed towards a hook up dive bar. I got really nervous as we entered.

We sat at a table near the bar. It was a slow night. I was glad. She ordered white wine, and I ordered a hurricane.

“Why are we here?”, I asked. “To see what happens. See how much of a slut you are”, she replied. “I don’t like this.” “Leave and see what your friends think”, she said with a smirk.

No one approached our table except the waitress and one lesbian couple. One of the women was tall and good looking in a nerdy sort of way. Her partner was shorter and stockier.