The Wolfman [The Pleasure Club]
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by Madison Layle
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Fantasy
Description: As a professional animal trainer, Blake enjoys working with wild animals, but not as much as he loves having sensuous nights with Pleasure Club members, so when he gets the chance to combine his favorite passions, he's more than up for the assignment. Penelope has always enjoyed movies with creatures of the night and longed for a more adventurous life than her normal, day-to-day existence. Her fantasies lead her to join The Pleasure Club, although she never expects to cross paths with a real live wolfman, much less a very sexy, completely naked one.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [39 KB]
Reading time: 20-29 min.
Welcome to the Pleasure Club
Dear Ms. Primrose,
We're pleased to welcome you to The Pleasure Club.
As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you receive your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match.
We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy.
When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind. We're here for your pleasure, and should your safe word be used, your match for the evening will cease all activity, and the game will be put on hold until a mutual agreement between you and your Pleasure Master can be reached.
Once again, welcome to The Pleasure Club.
Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any questions.
The Pleasure Club Management
* * * *
Your Pleasure Night will begin promptly on Halloween Night, 8:00 PM on the grounds of the Montebello Castle Winery at 1800 Mangrove Lane. If you drive yourself, you can park your car in the drive. Follow the trail that leads around the east side of the main building, through the garden, and into the woods. Running shoes are recommended.
Your safe word is Full Moon.
The Pleasure Guardians
* * * *
Penny Primrose stared through her windshield at the full moon peeking through a hazy scarf of clouds, and she wondered if this was an omen.
When she first heard about The Pleasure Club from Natalie, she thought her best friend was pulling her leg, but then she'd seen the business card Natalie said was left for her by a pair of Masters--as in sexual BDSM--who'd tested and trained her on her very first Pleasure Night. It had all sounded too wild to be real, but Natalie had never been one for making up tall tales.
Still a little skeptical, she'd done some investigation and found there really was a club by the same name, though not a physical location like a nightclub or anything like that. She couldn't find an address for administrative offices either, but the mysterious organization did have a presence on the Web. She filled out a cursory online form and was pleasantly surprised when paperwork arrived in the mail, complete with a return envelope to a post office box. After paying her dues and sending in the lengthy questionnaires, she got the two letters that were still folded up and stuffed inside her fanny pack.
The question now was whether she could actually go through with this night. What began as curiosity and a hint of anticipation had spun full circle into a case of nerves.
She glanced out the side window. There was the castle, just like Natalie had described. High stone walls made up the imposing facade. But unlike her friend, she wasn't being sent into the castle's dungeon or anywhere inside the massive building. She was supposed to--
Looking around, she found the easily marked trail leading toward the side of the castle, disappearing around the corner. The lawns were well manicured. Maybe the woods would be, too?
For the umpteenth time since she left her cozy and safe apartment, she wondered why she'd filled out the questionnaires the way she had. Yes, she'd always had a thing for the paranormal. She enjoyed a good ghost tracker show and loved any movie that featured vampires and creatures of the night. Her favorite was the werewolf.
They were never really depicted as all that sexy in Hollywood horror flicks, at least not until the love-triangle story of a teen girl with a vampire boyfriend and a wolfish best friend, but Penny had always had a soft spot for the shifters. Perhaps because she could relate to feeling trapped inside oneself. She'd wanted to feel more adventurous, be more adventurous, but had always been too timid to let loose.
Of course, the characters in that young adult book-turned-motion picture were a little too teenybopper for her, but she could certainly understand the romantic allure of a wolfish hero. Finally someone had written a tale where the wolf man--or boy in that case--got to be sexy!
Now, if he were only more her age. Tall, muscular, and wild.
Giggling at her sappy ideas, she glanced at the clock in the car. If she didn't go now, she'd be late. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she took a deep breath and got out of the car. Time to be daring.
Locking up, she dropped her keys into her fanny pack and set off to see where the trail led.
She wished the Pleasure Guardians had provided a little more information. Would her date be a vampire? Werewolf? The latter would be so cool, but she wasn't sure how a guy could pull that off and still give her the night of thrills and sensuality the Pleasure Guardians promised.
When she'd told Natalie of her planned night, her friend had been elated for her. Penny hadn't shared with her any of the details because she wasn't all that sure about what would happen herself. She just knew what she'd filled out on the forms, and most of it was so over-the-top, she never thought TPC would be able to swing any of the fantasies she'd come up with. Hadn't she been in for a shock when she'd received her last letter?
Sexual fantasies with creatures of the night were pretty farfetched, and she didn't really want anyone to drink her blood. She wasn't into the Goth scene either. But everything she'd filled out on those forms was all about her private desires if she were bold enough to turn Goth and wear black leather collars.
She snorted. Not at her age. Well, not when she was younger either. By day, she was as conservative and plain as her name implied. The goody-two-shoes she'd been called back in high school. Dependable was the term nowadays.
She hated her name, Penelope Primrose. It made her feel as if she should be twice her current age of thirty, seated in a rocker with bifocals, a house full of cats, and knitting a sweater. Even her ex-boyfriend had gotten bored with her prim-and-proper persona. He'd never said so, but after stringing her along for eight years with hopes of an engagement, he'd finally flown the coop. He left her and his home state for another woman, a more adventurous one apparently. Her stage name was Crystal something or other, a Las Vegas showgirl Penny's ex had met when he took the woman and some vacationing friends out on a scuba diving trip in the Florida Keys. Crystal must've been something special to convince Penny's ex, a man who loved the ocean, to move across the country to a city in the desert.
Penny forced her fingers to release their fists, and she started walking again. Every time she thought of him, she was furious...and devastated.
She could be adventurous, too, couldn't she? She loved thrill rides and horror movies, and jogging kept her in peak physical shape, so she wasn't hard to look at. She should've been able to find a man by now.
"Hmmph!" She'd thought she had found one, but look where that got her. No, she could make it on her own. She didn't want to dive into another relationship, at least not yet. Maybe later, but right now she'd take Natalie's advice and just enjoy a little thrill. No strings attached.
Dreams of settling down and finding Mr. Right could wait. Tonight, beneath a spooky and beautiful full moon, she wanted sexy, hot, and wild.
Dressed in a comfortable running shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers, she'd chosen to forego a jacket tonight because in typical Florida fashion, it was in the low 70s, still rather warm for an October night compared to the rest of the country. The garden was pretty under the soft light of the moon, and her mood lightened with the belief that the woods might prove to be pretty as well, instead of the eerie kind more suitable to Frankenstein.
Chuckling, she looked around as she entered the tree line. Her steps slowed. The shadows wrapped around her as the tree limbs blocked out much of the moonlight.
"Hello?" she whispered, then shook her head, feeling much too much like those idiot girls in horror flicks that walk alone into darkened places inhabited by chainsaw wielding murderers.
She came to a T in the pathway. The letter hadn't said anything about a split in the trail. Which way should she go?
Back to the car. Her nerves getting the better of her, and with warning bells going off in her brain, she turned to do just that when she heard the first growl.
Penny froze. That sounded all too real, and it had come from back up the trail. Something was following her. She spun full circle and saw nothing.
When had it gotten so damn dark?
Her backward footstep was silent on the strewn pine straw path, but she pulled up short when a second growl came from the trail that led off to the right.
Okay. Left it is. She began walking...fast-walking down the trail to the left. And then a wolf howled.
"Oh my God," she whispered, barely able to draw breath. Something was running toward her, chasing her. Her feet wouldn't move fast enough, and she struggled to stay on the path.
They were getting closer, almost upon her. She wanted to scream full moon, but what good would a safe word do now? It wouldn't stop a pair of hungry wolves?
She skidded to a stop. Her heart damn near leaped from her chest. Her lungs ceased to operate.
A few feet in front of her was a big fucking gray wolf. A real one. No way was that a hallucination, although she wished it were.
The pad of more paws and ferocious barking behind her. Too close!
She shut her eyes, too terrified to move. Then popped them open because she was too scared to not look.
More growls surrounded her as the two giving chase stopped within a short distance behind her. The other one--The leader?--held its ground, blocking the path in front of her.
Trapped by a pack on the hunt. Trembling, she stood still, searching the shadows for help.
Horror movies were gripping when viewed from the safety of a theatre seat. Not so much when you were surrounded by the danger.
Where was her hero?
This was not how she'd envisioned her fantasy.