“How am I supposed to get the answers I’m looking for? I feel like everywhere I turn I’m getting chopped off at the knees about what I can or can’t do, or what I can or can’t say. How the hell am I supposed to do my job?”
Michy shook her head, without an ounce of sympathy. “You know what you can try?”
“What?”
“Talking to people. You know have a regular conversation. People tend to talk a lot more when they’re conversing freely and not being interrogated,” Michy quipped. “You’re pretty, and believe me if you start using it to your advantage, you might actually get the information you’re looking for. We’re not out on the mountain tops. We’re in a city where people like to be treated a certain way. You have to blend in and appear to be one of us before anyone will tell you anything. I suggest hanging out near Conan’s room. Don’t go in unless you’re ready to do whatever his theme is for the night, but if you hover a bit, pretend to be interested, people should be open to talking to you. Trust me, you’ll get a lot further with a slick tongue than a sharpened blade.”
Raven took a deep breath and let Michy work her magic on her. In a matter of hours, Raven was thoroughly cleansed, waxed, and ready for a night unlike any other. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was never one to be sexy, but there was no denying that's exactly what she was. With stiletto heels, she wore a royal blue, lace, baby doll negligee. Her breasts, while they weren't huge, sat perky, ample, nearly spilling out of the piece of lace. Chiffon wrapped around the bra portion, while a single slit flowed and flapped open every time she took a step. Her muscular legs didn't look as hard, leading up to her flat stomach, and reddening skin.
“This is a lot of skin,” she murmured to herself.
“That means you’re ready.” Michy winked from behind her. She handed Raven a thin, satin trench coat and motioned toward the front door. The clothes that were scattered about were gone, and the top floor of The Barstow was empty. Raven pulled her jacket closed, wondering what this night had in store.
Oblivion was only a few minutes away. Michy led her to a door hidden in plain sight. There wasn’t a noticeable entryway. There weren’t any doorknobs or glass panes. There wasn’t an address or sign. Just a hinge-less steel rectangle, the same color of the building, that Michy pushed twice and backed up for it to open.
Devon greeted them with a smile on his face. He licked his lips as Michy approached him. Once he saw Raven, he raised an eyebrow. With a nod of approval, he opened another door to let them inside the club.
The inside of the club blew Raven’s expectations out of the water. She was expecting some sort of dungeon-type interior but what she stepped into was more like a lavish lair for a Greek god. The walls were adorned with a textured, gold wallpaper. A white marble chair rail wrapped around the large receiving room. Scents of warm cinnamon and vanilla engulfed her. She couldn’t smell anyone’s scent. She couldn’t tell who was what. It made her uneasy and she began to fidget.
“Why can't I smell anyone's animal?” she whispered to Michy as they made their way out of the receiving room and down a hallway. Men and women eyed Raven up and down, ogling her seductively, licking their lips anxious to taste her.
Michy turned, just barely over her shoulder, saying, “It’s because the scent inhibits you from activating that particular trait. This is no place for animals. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Raven glanced at an open door in time to see two women pleasuring each other. One was in a swing, while the other held her at bay. Restrained and suspended in the air, her orgasm was clear as she fought her binds but quivered once the moment passed.
“Exciting, isn't it?” a voice, deeper than Michy’s, whispered in her ear.
Raven didn’t need to see who it was as Conan’s scent cut through the ambiance circulating in the air. Hesitantly, she replied, “It’s certainly different from anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“You haven’t experienced anything yet. Michy told me you’re coming to my room,” he said. She could feel his body pressing against her back, along with the glares of his obvious admirers. Raven glanced around. She’d gotten lost in watching the two women, she never noticed that Michy had disappeared. As if he’d read her mind, Conan laced his fingers between hers. “Don’t worry about her. She’s fine.”
“What about you?” Raven turned around this time to look him in the eyes. “Are you fine? Smoked anything tonight?”
“I don’t smoke when I work here. What I do takes care and precision. Would you like me to show you?” He smiled a smile that Raven wasn’t sure she could trust.
“What about my-”
His mouth was on her neck, moving delicately across her skin, nibbling gently. He growled at her. “No one is going to talk to you if they think you're a cop or an Enforcer. Now, come to my room.”
Raven wanted to let loose. She could sense the urgency of his need. Her own appetite was bordering on reckless abandon. It was something about Conan that she couldn’t ignore or deny. Allowing him to pull her down the hall, a few others followed but he made her feel as if they were the only people in the entire club.
The room itself was white, entirely white. The bedposts were a white marble with light grey veining. As soon as she stepped inside, she heard Conan’s voice asking, “Open or closed?”
“What do you want? What’s going to happen?” She found herself nervous for the first time in what felt like forever.
“You need to loosen up, Rae.” He winked. “How about I just draw the curtains and if anyone wants to look they can. For the most part, they can see through but will most likely keep it moving. I’ll tell you this. If you truly want this experience with me, you can’t resist. You have to be open and let whatever happens between us happen.”
“I came here for a reason.” She shook her head, still apprehensive.
“You will get exactly what you want after you enjoy yourself. I promise you that the women you need to speak to will most definitely seek you out after I'm done.” He glimmered. Undoubtedly, he was referring to his admirers.
Raven pondered the offer for a moment. She was already deep into the Barstow pack and their business, it was only right that she commit to it fully. It was her job. She threw caution to the wind, closing her eyes, she told him, “Show me your work.”
A whirlwind of strength and passion swept Raven off her feet as Conan’s muscles flexed once he held her in his arms. He carried her over to the bed. Her cravings for him deepened as she stared at his body that seemed to glisten under the soft lights. There were murmurings from beyond the curtains. Raven ignored it as she let Conan’s touch sweep her away.
The first pass of his mouth between her thighs made her arch her back and reach for his hair. As soon as she touched him, he grabbed her wrists.
“Don’t touch me,” he commanded her.
Raven swallowed hard, grinned and ran her fingers through her own hair instead. The subtle parting of her pussy as his tongue slid between her folds made her orgasm immediately. Firm, smooth fingers entered her while his tongue danced over her pleasure. She reached down again, running her fingers around his strands.
This time Conan stopped dead in his tracks. There was a twinkle in his eye that almost scared Raven. He was complicated and confusing. He looked angry but still in a zone of erogenous bliss.
“You must want me to tie you up,” he said nonchalantly.
Before Raven could deny it, Conan was tying her wrists to the bedposts, with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Conan, wait.” She panted. Anxiety was beginning to erase her yearning desire to be touched, to be fucked.
“No, you don’t listen, and now you’ll have to cum for me before I set you free.” He chuckled.
The passion that ensued was mind-numbing as Raven writhed under Conan’s body. He fingered her, licked her, touched her. Just as he said before, he did everything but enter his rock hard cock inside her and she begged him to.
“Please, fuck me,
” she whimpered. Her face burned a bright shade of red, partially embarrassed that this wolf, who she could kill on any given day, was in complete control over her in this moment. Her emotions rampaged through her body. She was scared. She was pleased. She was exhausted. Her body quivered, begged, to feel every inch of him inside her and yet Conan continued to please her with his mouth and fingers alone.
Licking her incessantly, he tasted every drop of her sweet release while Raven's murmuring grew into subtle whispers. Beads of sweat formed around the temple of her forehead while Conan dined on her pleasure. Raven opened and clenched her fists wanting to break free but the bedposts held firm, unmovable.
“Please, Conan.” Raven nearly yelped as another orgasm washed over her. “Just do it. Please.”
“What did I tell you?”
She closed her eyes as her body trembled with one last orgasm. She ignored him. Conan untied her and Raven rubbed her wrists once they were free. Staring at him, into his piercing green eyes, she wanted something more than just a moment in a sex club. She wanted him all to herself. She wanted what he said he wanted.
“I want to give you what you want, Conan,” she told him, as he wiped her clean with a hot washcloth.
“Is that so?” he asked with indifference in his tone.
“Yeah. I came here to see what was going on.” She made him stop, taking his hands in hers. “But after this. I think there may be something here between us. Let me return the favor. Let me tie you to the bed and pleasure you with my lips, my mouth, my tongue, my body…”
“Raven, Raven, Raven.” He glanced toward the slightly swaying curtains, and then back to her. “I'm just here to do my job like you're here to do yours. We can talk about this later, but right now if you walk through that curtain, you'll find exactly who you're looking for.”
Chapter Nine
Raven felt a sudden rush of inadequacy. Anger soon followed as she gathered herself. Turning back toward Conan, she glared at him. “Was this really just about the job?”
“You made it that way. We can talk in the cave later. Go get what you came here for. You’re not here for me. But, Raven…”
“What?”
He licked his lips. “You’re delicious.”
She didn't want his words to make her feel better. She didn't want his words to put a smile on her face. She didn't want to admit that she thought what they were doing meant far more to her than it did to him. She didn't want to admit that being an Enforcer made her an exceptional wolf, but it made her a lonely woman. Sighing to herself, Raven promised herself that she wouldn't let Conan distract her anymore.
Pushing the curtains to the side, she stepped into the hallway. There was a line of women standing against the wall. They were all beautiful in their own way. Conan’s words played in her mind, over and over again…you’d ride my tongue.
Ride his tongue she did. Well, it was more like he took her pussy for the ride of her life.
Beg me for more…
There wasn’t any disputing that. She wanted every inch of him pounding into whatever hole he wanted.
When I refuse, you’d be mad…
Furious. She smiled to herself.
They all get mad because they can’t have all of me. I can sex a woman six ways to Sunday…
Six ways with his mouth and hands alone. Toss his cock into the mix and Raven was sure that she'd be one of those hopeless women she hated. The ones who followed their mates around the pack, simply waiting for them to put a pup inside them...To breed…To create a family, a home. Suddenly, they didn't seem so hopeless or pathetic. She was beginning to understand.
“So, how was it?” a woman asked Raven as she walked by.
“Well worth it.” She smiled. Raven decided to take the opportunity to do her job. “Is Conan supposed to do that with every woman here?”
“Oh, no.” She blushed. “That’s only for certain members. You know, the platinum-tiered ones.”
“I didn’t realize my um, membership, allotted me that particular privilege. How many other members get that done? Are you here every night?”
“You must be brand new.” She smiled. Her red hair was pinned up into a messy bun. Her soft brown eyes amplified her freckles. With a bright smile, she looked like she should be on a farm milking cows rather than waiting in line for Conan to do whatever it was he did for these women.
“Yeah, is it really that obvious?” Raven faked an innocent smile, playing shy and rubbing the back of her neck with uncertainty.
“Too obvious, but at least you got the best membership.” She nodded. “The majority of us only have the companionship fee for him.”
“What about when he smokes? I’m Raven, by the way.” She smiled.
“Mary.” The redhead smiled. “Conan doesn’t smoke while he’s here. I see him at the other spots smoke a cigarette here and there but nothing out of the ordinary.”
“That was intense. I think I’m ready to go home now.” Raven sighed.
“Yeah, you should be.” She giggled. “Have you used the service before?”
“No, what’s that?”
“Whenever a member is in a position like you are, exhausted, you can request a car and escort home,” she told her.
Raven wondered. “What happens if you don’t use the service?”
“Well, I’ve heard that some women have just up and disappeared. They never made it home. There isn’t a trace of them anywhere.” Mary shrugged.
“Oh my goodness. Have the police been called? Someone’s got to be looking for them!” Raven whispered with feigned worry.
“I’m sure it’s just rumors. Probably to help boost the take-home service. It’s only an extra few dollars tacked on. I mean...can you imagine the publicity and news coverage if several women just up and vanished after leaving this club. This place would be empty.” She laughed.
The blood of wolves dripped down the gold and white walls of Oblivion as Raven, in her Enforcer outfit, moved through the club taking them all out, one by one. This entire operation would be scrapped, buried, and burned. There wouldn’t be a trace of Alan or his pack. Snapping out of her imagination, Raven nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”
“That hulking beast of a man by the door.” She motioned toward Devon. “He can get you set up with a ride. Or usually, there’s this blonde guy, curly hair, very weird vibe…usually slinking around here somewhere.”
The woman looked around as if she were searching for him.
“You’re looking for Ivan?” another woman interrupted their conversation. “He’s actually in the Red Room with his, um, harem.”
“Oh, that’s going to be a great show.” Mary’s face lit up. “Even better than the one Conan just put on. No offense.”
“None taken.” Raven raised her hands.
“Are you going to go now or hang around?” Mary asked.
There was something sweet in the woman’s voice. It could be she realized Raven had better access to certain club amenities, but she seemed genuine. It had been a long time since Raven felt any kind of kinship with another woman. Her upbringing didn’t allow her to make friends easily. It was a disadvantage to her job. However, for this particular assignment, Raven decided it would be best to throw a piece of her training away to submerge herself in The Barstow’s culture. It was the only way to get the answers she so desperately needed.
Following the women, she paused in front of the Red Room. There were deep crimson, satin, curtains dripping down from the tall ceilings. A huge round bed seemed to hover above the floor as it rotated slowly. There were two double-wide, wrought iron gates separating the room from onlookers. Raven positioned herself near the edge of the gate, keeping herself out of Ivan's sight.
Three women moved around each other while Ivan lay back with his fingers laced behind his head. Raven could barely stomach the scene having seen just how easily he could be frightened, and still, she couldn’t turn away. Everyone around her was heavily into what they were doing. The
kissing, the touching, the groping. It was like watching a ballet of lovemaking. Goosebumps traveled up and down Raven's skin. She couldn't help but be turned on watching the women pleasure themselves. Eventually, when they took an interest in Ivan, she lost her will to watch.
Just as she was backing away, the firm chest of someone behind her stopped her. She was practically pinned against the wall. With the group of people watching the orgy, none of them were paying attention to the scene unfolding right next to them.
Conan’s touch was firm as he bent down to whisper into Raven’s ear, “Did you find what you were looking for?”
Breathing heavy, she felt his hand move her chiffon fabric out of his way. Searching for her center from behind, Raven swallowed and moved away from him. Her ego was still bruised. “You put me on display merely moments ago and you're asking me about work?”
“Well, that’s what you said you wanted. You wanted to just do your job? Was I wrong?”
“No,” she answered quietly.
“What else do you need?”
Raven was stunned by that question. “What do you mean? For the job? I need to follow you for the rest of the night. I know how the women are leaving here, but I need to be sure it isn’t you.”
“How are they leaving? How are they disappearing?” he asked her.
She turned around to face him. Conan spread her legs with his hand and slipped his fingers inside her walls. She inhaled deeply as she continued to speak, trying to keep her focus on the job. “You’re trying to distract me again. Why?”
“You’re delicious,” he replied with a mischievous tone in his voice. “I simply want to enjoy you, for us to enjoy each other without all of this. I told you what I wanted and I think you were right in believing you’re the one who can give it to me.”
Without another word, Conan pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues swirled, intertwining, wrapping and lapping over one another. Fully engulfed in their passionate embrace, Raven allowed herself to cum on his fingers. When they stopped, she gazed into his eyes and knew something was different.
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