The Claiming of Zoe (Supernatural Strippers Series)

by Amanda R. Browning

  The Claiming of Zoe

  Supernatural Strippers

  Book One

  By

  Amanda R. Browning

  The Claiming of Zoe: Supernatural Strippers Book 1

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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  The Claiming of Zoe: Supernatural Strippers Book 1

  Copyright 2012 by Amanda R. Browning

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  For everyone who carries a little bit of beast inside themselves.

  The Claiming of Zoe

  Supernatural Strippers

  Book One

  Zoe Clawford woke up around noon to find another person in her bed."Oh shit, not again," she thought. She had no idea who she had gone home with the night before. The tail end of the night was a blur of drinks, dances, and the press of sweaty bodies. Zoe tried not to disturb her mystery guest as she quietly climbed out of bed. When she was finally free from the entangled limbs of the stranger, she stood. She was stark naked, as was the beautifully built man in her bed.

  He lay on his back with his face turned away, so she couldn’t get a peek and try to remember his name. He had long, straight black hair tied back into a ponytail, and smooth copper colored skin that stretched across the tight muscles of his back. The sheet had slid from his body when she’d moved, and Zoe found her gaze drawn to the well-toned muscles of his ass.

  "Zoe, why do you do this to yourself?" she thought. She couldn’t really help it though. She was a werewolf and when mating season came around, her hormones raged out of control. Some nights the lust overwhelmed her and she just grabbed the closest person to her, man or woman, and tried to have sex with them. She enjoyed the sex, but it sure did make for some awkward mornings.

  Zoe was the youngest in a long line of born werewolves. They weren’t just any ordinary wolves though. The women in her family only gave birth to Alphas. There was magic in their blood. One of the Clawford women had done a good deed for the goddess Artemis generations ago and she had gifted that woman with the magic she’d passed down to her descendants.

  Zoe could only get pregnant by another werewolf, and she hadn’t met one that appealed to her enough to have his baby. That would bind them permanently together and she wasn’t so big on permanent right now. Zoe planned to fulfill her obligation to her people; she just wasn’t ready to do it yet. She felt that she deserved a little more time for herself before shackling herself to someone she didn’t love for the good of the pack. Between the werewolf magic and the power of her blood, she was protected from disease, so the only danger of promiscuity was her moral code.

  "Hah, what moral code?" she laughed to herself.

  When she went into heat, her hormones went crazy. She could literally not resist the urge to get fucked. Even by a normal human, hell, it didn’t even have to be a man. She just had to get laid constantly. The urge to be pleasured became undeniable. Zoe thought this was also from Artemis. She was a virgin goddess and Zoe thought she might have thrown an extra bit of lust into her gift to ensure that mating would happen; but never having experienced sex, she threw in a bit too much.

  Her job came in handy really well on those days. Zoe’s family hated what she chose to do, but she figured since they just wanted her to be their brood mare, they could hate whatever they wanted. She’d give them their Alpha, but until then, she was going to work at Dark Hungers.

  Zoe danced at the strip club four nights a week, and made a very healthy living. The club was owned by Desirina, a French immortal woman. All the girls called her Desi, and she took good care of them. All the dancers were some sort of supernatural creature, as was most of their clientele. Desi kept a vampire on staff that was unusually talented at compulsion. If any of the human guests noticed anything strange, the problem was quickly taken care of. Most of the time, the tits and ass in front of their faces kept them plenty distracted.

  The mystery man started to stir in the bed and Zoe turned around from where she stood next to the closet, still naked. She smiled and said, "Hello."

  He looked her up and down, his approval clearly showing in the stiff erection jutting from between his thighs."Hello to you too, gorgeous. Last night was amazing; I’ve never had a woman go at me like that. You’re an animal." He winked at her as he finished speaking. His handsome face had strong Native American features and his dark brown eyes were bright with interest.

  Zoe laughed loudly, "You seriously have no idea. I’m glad you had fun. It’s time to go now; I have shit to do today." She smiled so he would know that she wasn’t upset, but she wanted the apartment to herself. Zoe had never been fond of drawn out, awkward goodbyes.

  He smiled back at her and rose from the bed."I can take a hint. I will be out of your way soon. Can I see you again?" he asked.

  "Sure. I am at the club four nights a week. Come see me there," she replied while he started dressing. Zoe grabbed a silk robe from her closet and followed him to the front door.

  "Thanks for staying, I had fun too," she said as he turned to leave, though she truthfully couldn’t have said whether the man had pleased her or not.

  He laughed lightheartedly and replied, "Anytime, Zoe. And my name is Thad, just in case you were wondering, and I was pretty good last night too." He turned around and walked away, leaving Zoe mystified and wondering if he could hear her thoughts. She’d thought he was pure human, but now she wasn’t so sure. He probably just remembered how out of control she’d been last night and seen the blank look on her face today.

  Zoe closed the door and went back to the bathroom to start the shower. She had to work a double tonight and needed to be at the club by three. She stripped off her robe and stepped into the shower when the water was hot. Zoe enjoyed her showers, especially while she was in heat. When the lustful urge hit, sometimes she was forced to please herself and the shower was her favorite place to do it. She turned her back to the scalding spray and wet her waist length curly black hair. The thick mass trailed down her sleek back in damp tendrils.

  Rivulets of water ran down her toned body. In addition to the fitness that came with being a werewolf, Zoe had conditioned her body to perform incredible routines on the poles. She ran a hand over her soft, supple olive colored skin and felt the tingle of arousal shoot through her."Maybe I shouldn’t have sent Thad away so soon," she thought. She slid her hand further down and began to massage her folds lightly.

  Zoe thought of the smooth muscular skin of his ass and the impressive size of Thad’s erection. She closed her eyes and began to think of all the ways he must have taken her last night. She grabbed her massaging shower ball and turned it on. The pleasant vibrations aroused her more and she replaced her fingers with the vibrating ball. She imagined Thad’s hands on her b
ody and his tongue laving at her core. She leaned back against the cool tile of the shower and used her other hand to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples.

  A few minutes and mental images later, her muscles began clenching in release and Zoe sighed happily."That should hold me for a few hours at least. Thank you, Thad," she thought. Zoe finished washing her body and hair before she shut off the shower and stepped out. Zoe dried herself with a fluffy towel and reached for her favorite orchid scented lotion. She spread it over her smooth, freshly shaven skin and walked to the closet to choose some clothes.

  All her costumes were at the club, so she just had to pick something to wear until she got there. Zoe was proud of her incredible body and tended to dress in ways that flaunted her form. Since it was unseasonably warm for early spring in Nevada, she chose a short black skirt and a tight red top that showed her impressive cleavage to her advantage. She finished the outfit with a pair of red heels and returned to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup.

  When she was done, she grabbed her purse and keys and headed off to the club. It was a short drive and Zoe arrived well before three o’ clock. The interior of the club was dim compared to the bright sunshine outside, but Zoe’s supernaturally enhanced vision adjusted quickly. She dodged tables and made her way to the back of the club where the dancers got dressed. When she stepped into the large room, all of the other dancers turned to her.

  The three other women there were Zoe’s closest friends. All but two of them, anyway. Ivana, a vampire, was not able to come in before sunset, and Odelyn, a fallen angel, was off today. Ariela was a siren and her long blonde hair and clear blue eyes had tempted many a man from his path. She was tall and willowy with pale skin, large breasts and a beautifully curvy body. Talia was a fairy and the shortest of the group. She stood at about the height of Ariela’s shoulder and her dark caramel skin was a huge contrast to the siren’s paleness. Talia had deep chocolate brown eyes and black hair that curled in tight spirals around her angelic face. Her body was well muscled and toned, but she retained some very womanly curves.

  On the other side of the room, flipping through costumes on the rack was Lillian. She was a succubus and was always grouchy when she had to come in during the day. The sunlight didn’t hurt her, but it did piss her off. Lillian was tall and slender with light tanned skin and curly red hair that trailed down her back in a fiery cascade. Her bright green eyes softened and lost some of their anger when Zoe met them from across the room.

  Zoe moved around the room giving each girl a hug and then went to her area to drop her purse. "How are my favorite ladies doing today?" she asked.

  "Working a double. I assume you are too," Talia replied. She left her spot near Ariela and moved to look through costumes with Lillian.

  "Yeah, I'm here for the rest of the night. But at least I am off tomorrow. The lust has been so bad this week and I think maybe I will find someone to hole up with and see if I can’t get it out of my system," Zoe said.

  Zoe’s friends knew about her troubling gift from Artemis. They weren’t much help though, they thought it was hilarious that she went into heat and couldn’t control herself. Zoe had to admit, if the roles were reversed, she would have laughed too. Of all of them, Lillian understood her problem the best. Lillian was a succubus and she fed on the sexual energy of humans. The energy sustained her and when she started running low, she went into a frenzy similar to Zoe’s heat. Zoe thought of Lillian as her best friend, and the other woman felt the same way.

  Zoe joined the girls at the costume rack and began flipping through trying to decide what she would wear for her routines tonight. Because all of the women who danced here had supernatural endurance, they danced a lot longer than girls in a normal strip club. The routines were also something few human women could have done. Ariela joined them at the costume rack and the ladies had a fun time joking around and helping each other pick outfits for tonight.

  All the women who worked at Dark Hungers were supernatural creatures. They were also all sex addicts. Zoe was by far not the only one who took someone home from the club last night. Pushing her naughtier thoughts away for the moment, Zoe flipped through the clothes, looking for something that stood out to her.

  Desi entered the room and asked for their attention."Hello girls! I am so glad to see you here tonight, I need my best girls. We have a bachelor party coming in. A werepanther is getting married next week and he wants his last free night to be here. Show him and his friends a good time, girls." Desi’s French accent made the words sound seductive.

  They all knew that Desi wasn’t telling them to have sex with him. But Dark Hungers was known for their bachelor parties, and she wasn’t telling them not to have sex with him either. The girls here all enjoyed giving a man one last night of debauchery before he got married. This club had an open policy. Since every one of the women was more than capable of protecting themselves, there were no bouncers. And there were no limits to what could happen. If a dancer liked someone, she was welcome to go home with them. If one of the women occasionally found themselves going slightly further than a private dance, well, Desi just turned her head. Each woman who worked at Dark Hungers loved it here. The money was fantastic because they could dance so much longer, and every woman here chose to strip completely. The poles were enchanted to clean themselves between dancers to avoid any problems.

  "Zoe, darling. I’d like for you to do your specialty dance as the highlight, so you will be on the floor until the finale," Desi said.

  Zoe nodded in acknowledgement. She had a special routine using two poles, but they had to bring an extra one in and set it closer because she went from pole to pole. So when Zoe did the dance, she was always the spotlight dancer at the end. Zoe didn’t mind at all. She felt the embers of desire begin to heat within her and was hoping to find someone to give her a few moments release.

  Zoe turned back to her costume rack and chose a deep blue zippered corset that matched her eyes exactly. It was overlaid with black lace and matched the black lace thong she wore. She left her curly hair down, but kept it swept over one shoulder. A pair of strappy black heels completed the ensemble and she was ready to work. Zoe helped the other ladies get ready and then went out to work the floor while Ariela took the stage. She walked around leisurely, it was still the afternoon, so the club wasn’t very busy, and no one wanted a lap dance while Ariela was onstage. Her siren’s powers drew and held the attention of every male eye in the room.

  Ariela loved married men. The thrill for her was tempting men away from their wives. But only for sex, she certainly didn’t want to keep them. Sometimes she didn’t even have to use her powers. Zoe found herself standing and watching a few times as Ariela’s lithe body danced across the stage. With each piece of clothing she removed, the tension in the room rose. Zoe returned to making her rounds when she spotted a woman alone in a back booth. While every other eye in the room was on Ariela, the woman in the booth had eyes only for Zoe.

  Though the woman was across the room, Zoe could smell her arousal and suddenly her lust took over. She needed to be pleasured and she needed it now. She approached the table and looked the woman up and down with a lascivious look. From her scent, earth and growing things, Zoe knew she was some sort of fae, but she didn’t know what kind. She looked tall and slender, with pale skin and light blonde hair held back in a chignon. Her ice blue eyes flared with desire and Zoe was captivated.

  "Hi. I’m Zoe. Can I interest you in a private dance?" she asked, her voice low and sensual.

  The woman slowly slid her heated gaze over Zoe’s body. Zoe saw the gleam of approval in the woman’s ice blue eyes and felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. She could smell the woman’s arousal and it was driving her wild. The stunning blonde wore a low cut sleeveless black dress that covered her back completely and clung to her willowy frame like a lover.

  "I think I would. You move with a grace I haven’t seen in the other girls."

  "But you haven’t seen me dance," Zoe sa
id in confusion.

  "I don’t need to," she replied."I’ve seen you walk. Everything on stage, while glorious, is a planned routine. But I always appreciate a woman who makes the simple act of crossing a room into a ballet. My name is Lena. Show me to a private room please, Zoe. I don’t wish to share you during this dance, you dance for them later."

  The other dancers had entered the floor and Talia waved her off when she saw the look in Zoe’s eyes. The bachelor party had arrived and they were quickly capturing the attention of the other girls. Zoe smiled seductively and took Lena’s hand, leading her to one of the private rooms. She was intensely attracted to Lena. Her scent triggered something deep within Zoe, releasing a wave of hormones and the blinding desire for pleasure. Zoe led Lena to a plush bench and crossed the room to set the music.

  "What would you like to listen to?" Zoe asked.

  "Something with a deep, hypnotic sound. I want to watch the music you make with your glorious body," she eyed Zoe hungrily. Zoe felt heat flood her body at the intent in Lena’s eyes. The corset and thong suddenly seemed stifling.

  Zoe turned and set the mp3 player with her personal playlist, starting with "Luna" by Moonspell, and then turned back to face Lena. As the music spread through the room, Zoe started undulating her body to the rhythmic beats and moved closer. She caught the scent of Lena’s arousal again and felt moisture pool between her thighs. Zoe closed the distance between them and stood dancing in from of Lena. As she danced, she unzipped the corset and peeled it from her body, exposing her pert breasts for Lena to see.

  She tossed the corset aside and brought her hands up to caress her own breasts. The nipples pebbled immediately and she pinched then lightly while still dancing. Lena’s eyes followed the movement intently and Zoe saw the tip of her small pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.