Deno

Yes, it was never asked for humans to kill all the werewolves, its only a proper example of being inhumane, classical homosapien and now despite Deno Christosemau never believing in the light or miracles, he calmly called that a blessing in disguise.

He snorted at the protesters on the news, how pathetic, there are still some humans out there attempting to side with this last wolf, its so sweet it made Deno sick, they smile and dance at the cameras for some exposure, no one would freely stand sided with a monster, they only wanted to be on television, the selfish bags of living things.

He rose from his couch and threw the last bit of whiskey into his mouth, the night has set and he's alone, it was the one time he could go out and do whatever he wanted.

The door behind him clicked as his coat came over his shoulders, his mind wandering on possible party sites, clubs, bars, taverns, he wanted a place where he could pick up a girl to have his way with, he didn't like hookers, not that easy of a girl please, the last thing he wanted to spend his money on was sex.

At the speed limit patrolling the streets he scanned the faces of the women on the corners, of course not his intended company, so he merely did it to see which of them were cute, pretty, and he made it a game to spot your occasional transvestite.

'The cat walk' was the name he chose that time, the neon logo a woman lying on her back, the lights flickering her leg up and down, the head of this had the two distinct cat ears, an adult club, and one of Deno's more exclusive establishments.

He drew his Audi into a parking and headed to the door but the bouncer stopped him "Back of the line fool"

Deno looked him in the eyes, not a bad bouncer, standing himself over two meters tall Deno was impressed this African American man was nearly as tall as he was, but he was new and clearly wasn't made known of the club owner's identity yet.

"I don't stand in lines" he said sternly looking into the bouncer's eyes, no need to make a scene, Deno was in a happy mood.

The African man blinked "Oh yes, I forgot, enjoy your stay sir" he said and opened the rope.

"Much obliged" he said and passed into the techno pounding club, the music loud enough to drown all sound but not so loud as to deafen you, coming close over the bar he called into her ear "Double Whiskey on the rocks!"

The bartender nodded smiling at him then went to fetch his drink, maybe her? She was cute, she certainly had a nice smile, thing was Deno didn't like everyone knowing the place belonged to him, he gave the job of hiring staff to one of the many ladies working as his managers, so he also didn't know much of the staff half the time.

That didn't mean he wouldn't just come pick a sweet strawberry from his own payroll batch just for fun.

Before Deno made his choice he first scanned the dance floor, called The cat walk thanks to the long stage running in the middle where models strolled up and down wearing designer clothes, but all who knew this club knew later on the real show starts.

It was all about keeping track of your favourite girl, she'd come out the back stage wearing something seductive and pretty, then go back and come out with something else, the more she appears the less she has on, and its said to have had some men bankrupt in one night.

Deno saw a tall blonde magnificently swaying her hips down that runway like she belonged there, she was still running those designer clothes and it was clear by the men in suits and women in formal dresses that the real show hasn't started yet.

He licked his lips at those legs shimmering like mirages through the stockings she wore, they almost reflected the light so perfectly visible they were under that seductive material hugging them.

The Hell with the bartender, he wanted her.

Over the loud music he heard the 'clik' of a glass behind him and he reached to pick it up.

"Will that be all!?" She called over the music.

He leaned in "Maybe your number?" He asked thinking he might as well have it for when he wants a slice of cutie pie later and not that tall bombshell on stage.

She smiled seductively and wrote her number on a napkin, he gave her a wink slipping it into his pocket, now, it was on to track that blonde, how he could already feel his lips between those luscious breasts, his hands combing over her thighs, he'll make her call into the night of pleasure, it was such a satisfactory sound to his ears after all.

He rose strolling through the crowd, waitresses in sexy clothes, ravers on some sort of substance flinging their hands and heads at the musical magic of the disc junky, Deno admired music in all genres, it had the power to turn up emotion in one, a calm office attendant would explode into a wild card as soon as his song started playing.

At the stage he took a seat next to a man in a tux, Deno practically smelled the money on him, his fat chin wiggled when his too-hot-for-him wife pointed at one of the dresses on stage, it was her, the locks of blonde waving behind her like a cape, she must have very expensive shampoo to have that amount of hair glide so effortlessly behind her without even a slight draft of wind in her face.

"That dress!" Deno heard the woman call to her fat rich man, who in return pointed at the stage and one of the experienced sellers pointed back at him, the fatso lifted a sign with the number 'sixteen' on it and instantly that dress got sold from the bombshell's body, Deno smiled, money made.

'That's right take the clothes' he thought, Deno admitted this woman was so hot he was surprised her body didn't burn off those dresses.

As she stopped to give that striking pose and feline glare over the crowd her eyes caught his, he smiled at her and for that one second or more she was conscious of his eyes gliding over her like the lights illuminating her body, she bit her lip and winked, he lifted a finger and gestured for her to come.

She turned getting the idea and strolled back to the stage entrance, Deno couldn't wait, those hips like poetry in motion, she was damn good at using her body and he was dying to find out how well she could do other things with it.

The techno music suddenly died along with the lights, there was a humming hush of silence in the dark only for a few seconds, then the more uplifting vocal trance boomed across the room making the intoxicated dancers cheer and wail.

A bright white light blasted on the stage again and there she stood, a leotard piece blue and sliver, behind her wings of an angel bigger than she was, Deno had no idea how she managed to get into that set that fast, but he was impressed at how well she was completely ruling this stage.

"Ladies and gentleman, the beautiful Elaine!" The announcer yelled and she started her walk again, the same girl as a few seconds ago but the men couldn't get enough of her, Deno smirked at them tossing the money, they can do all they want, he has called her... She belongs to him now.

Those wings working with her in perfect harmony, they seemed to beat at the sway of her hips, the slight bounce of her full breasts made her truly seem angelic, she made her turn there where he sat and her eyes came seductively down to him again.

The impure thoughts he had over this pure angel in front of him were devilish, he told her that exactly by his lustful eyes in hers and her licking her lips in the turn announced her approval.

"The stunning Viona!" The announcement came as another woman joined Elaine on the runway, they gracefully passed each other but Elaine stirred the roar of the crowd by giving Viona a passing pat on her buttocks.

Deno sat back in his chair and crossed his leg, subconsciously covering his heated groin with an arm, so she's a toy, she likes to play, free heart and fire! Deno wondered why he never saw this Elaine before but she had him hungry for the things he could do with her, and to her.

His gaze panned over the dance floor to his left and fell on his cute bartender, maybe a threesome would do...

He took out his phone and asked her, why not? "Its your napkin number... Threesome with Elaine?"

He watched her help the customers then looked down to her feet, not long and the reply came "Oh, that sounds sexy"

He sat back and sipped his drink, patients inner demon, jerking off is for kids.