Vetting

Alex changed clothes during her absence. Now everyone wore similar satin attires in a variety of colours. The men were all half-naked and barefoot, while she had a porcelain white sleek maxi dress on, also barefoot.

The dress had long sleeves and a turtleneck fully covering her skin, but hiding nothing of her figure. Her flowy, hip-length chestnut coloured hair created a deep contrast.

Since nothing else was white in the room except for Larry's T-shirt under his jacket, the woman seemed to be glowing. 

"Stay, Seth." She said to the guide guy the moment the door fully opened. On her way to the throne, she threw around some more instructions. 

"You guys get drinks too. Zack, you can smoke if you want. Get comfortable, this might take a long time."

The men weren't especially nervous to begin with, but from that point on, they behaved like a litter of pups on a playground. Their chit-chat and banter created a leisure, almost festive mood.

In such a chaotic manner, they headed in the general direction of the kitchenette.

"Did you hear, Zack? Seth got testy again. So childish." Said mockingly a younger, blond one as he softly kicked Seth's feet while walking past him towards the fridge. His pants were deep purple.

"And you deliberately make him even more pissed every time. Do you like to be his punching bag so much?" Asked Zack, the biggest black guy Larry had ever seen.

He had height like an NBA player, and a lower body that any rugby team would kill for. His legs were covered in bright orange coloured fabric.

"I'm telling you, you are missing out on some quality fun with your straight bullshit. What does it matter if a fake dick makes you gag or a real one?!" The blondie raised his palm towards the ceiling with plenty of drama.

"Ye know, Mikey, some of us actually consider the person on the other end of said dick and it matters a lot, mate. I recon, a slut like you wouldn't understand."

Replied a redhead with a heavy Irish accent. His skin was white as fresh cream, littered with freckles all over his body. His designated colour was chocolate brown.

"Is that how you got out of your cage? I can't even remember what a morning wood feels like." asked Mikey, his face full of hope.

"Eunuchs don't get morning wood." Joined Seth with a chuckle, and no one wasted effort on hiding their laugh. 

When all four men found their spot on the bean bag chairs, Alex was already sitting on her wolf throne. She cut the fun short.

"All right, settle down." She forced some seriousness on herself. It was time to address the elephant in the room.

"Welcome to my playground, Larry. I need to clear up a few things around your application, if you don't mind. Since this is part of the vetting process, we will talk casually and on equal footing. You are free to ask anything, but let's keep it short and sweet. Are you alright with that?" She asked.

"I guess." Said Larry and sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. Seth was about to open his mouth, but a single hand gesture from Alex put a stop to anything he wanted to say.

"Some of the statements are controversial. It is written that you don't have any experience in the lifestyle, yet you applied to be part of the pack instead of occasional training. Do you have a clear idea about what that means?" 

Hearing her question, Mikey snorted audibly.

"A nilla of all things!"

"Shut up Mikey. It's his vetting, not yours." Scolded Alex without taking her eyes off Larry.

"Please answer." Said to the latter.

"The man who referred me to this place and you in particular told me that, I quote: Outpatient treatment is not enough for my rehabilitation. He specifically recommended applying as a pack member." Larry answered.

"Is that so? Who exactly told you about me?"

"Dr Langham, my therapist." He said without hesitation.

< I can't believe that fool dumped his work in my lap again. This is the second time he goes against my word. >

Still keeping her eyes on the outsider, after a few seconds of silence, Alex addressed the redhead.

"Rob, please go upstairs and start the legal process that comes with NDA violations. Larry, your cooperation would be highly appreciated. However, whether you decide to cooperate or not, the lawsuit will take place anyway. Can I count on your help?"

By the time she finished her question, Rob was already outside the door.

"Don't you benefit from recommendations like this?" Asked Larry.

"Nor me, nor this place are in need of advertisement. The NDAs are signed for a reason, after all. Violating them means breaking important agreements as well as disregarding my lack of consent. You'll soon understand these things are no joke around here. I ask again, and I expect an answer this time: Can I count on your help with proofs and testimony?" 

She was visibly pissed, but explained everything patiently regardless.

"You are asking me to choose between my therapist and you. His actions seem questionable, but I don't know enough about you either. Should I just flip a coin?" 

It was evident from his relaxed body language and speech that he really didn't favour one scenario over the other.

Hearing his reply, Alex became pensive. She looked away from Larry, stood up, slowly walked over to Mikey, and casually stepped on his crotch with her left leg.

Not minding the man's struggle to muffle his painful, yet delighted moans, she began to sway in her place left and right, lost in thought. Every time her body weight shifted to the foot above Mikey's penis, his moans got louder and louder.

Alex kept at it in a steady rhythm, seemingly unaware that her pet was nearing his climax. Step by step, sweat appeared on his forehead, a prominent blush spread on his cheeks, and involuntary jerks took control of his muscles.

Right before Mikey could actually orgasm, she turned away and walked back to her throne like nothing happened. With Mikey's deep breaths still in the air, she continued the conversation with Larry.

"You do have a point. So much so that the same applies to me. I don't know nearly enough about you to know whether you are worth my time or not. Also, puppy training and pack life cannot be fully conveyed by words alone. How about I give you a little taste, like a starter pack or trial run? That way we both get to know enough to decide the rest."

"Will this… Trial run include stepping on my dick?" Asked Larry with some hesitation.

"I do intend to show you the basics of CBT, but you can stop any and every activity by using your safeword. I won't do anything to obstruct your mouth." 

Said Alex with an unnerving smile on her face.