Part 2 (1/2)

”What happened to Chrissy?” Obsidian pressed.

She ground herself hard on him and he moaned. The urgency was growing in his b.a.l.l.s.I'm gonna come soon, really soon... His mouth opened to take gulping breaths. ”I had a regular customer...He, uh, wanted her.” She sped up her motions. He grunted as the pressure built to painful insistence. Obsidian slowed her movements as though sensing his imminent climax.

”When? When did you sell Chrissy?”

”G.o.d, don't stop!” he begged. To his dismay, she dismounted completely, but pressed full-length against him.

”When, Ricky?”

”Tonight, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!” He shook with the need to blow his load.

Obsidian slid her hands down his stomach to cup his b.a.l.l.s. She squeezed lightly, weighing them in her hands. ”So, did you make a nice profit on Chrissy?” Her palm closed on his swollen d.i.c.k. He felt her slide down to kneel against his knees, her warm b.r.e.a.s.t.s squeeze around his painful hardness. He moaned. Her breath brushed the tip of his c.o.c.k head. ”Oh, my G.o.d,” he whimpered.

”Did you make a profit?”

”I made enough to buy some really good s.h.i.+t and pay the rent,” he ground out. ”Now put my f.u.c.king d.i.c.k in your mouth, for Christ's sake. I wanna c.u.m!”

”Did you shoot it all up tonight?” Her tongue swept against the slit in his c.o.c.k.

”Yes,” he choked. He jerked forward, trying to press deeper into the warmth of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”All of it?”

He felt her squeeze her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightly around his painfully swollen d.i.c.k, then she rocked against him, stroking his d.i.c.k back and forth between the soft mounds, t.i.ttie-f.u.c.king him.

”Yes,” he whined. ”G.o.d, just don't stop!” He was so ready to c.u.m. His back straightened, arched back with his need to c.u.m. Just a little faster, and he would spill all over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and in her face.

”How did you know where to find Angel?”

He felt her lips close on his d.i.c.k. She sucked lightly, gently. His b.a.l.l.s twitched as he reached bursting point.Any second now, b.i.t.c.h, and I'm all over your face, he thought with relish.then I can call it quits and get the f.u.c.k outta here...

He stiffened as he felt his load just about to shoot. Her fingers closed on the base of his d.i.c.k, constricting him. o.r.g.a.s.m washed over him and nothing happened. Pressure built painfully as his b.a.l.l.s tried to empty. Nothing. It couldn't get past her tight grip. He jerked, but still couldn't c.u.m. He cried out in frustration.

”Let me c.u.m, please!” he begged.

Obsidian chuckled. ”How did you know where to find Angel?”

”One of my regular customers remembered her.” Obsidian's grip was merciless as she licked the slit in his c.o.c.k, teasing him, building the frustration higher.

”Who? Tell me his name and I'll let you c.u.m.” Ricky coughed up a name Obsidian recognized. She loosened the hold on his d.i.c.k, and tugged once.

Shuddering with pent-up frustration, he released his load. He groaned in both relief and frustration. He couldn't see a d.a.m.n thing past the blindfold, and he desperately wanted to know where the streams of c.u.m had landed. Had he sprayed her perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s? Was his c.u.m dripping from her face?

”Let me see!” he cried out. ”I wanna see!”

”No, my sweet boy, I don't think you do.” purred Obsidian. ”You see it's the night of the full moon, and not all of my appet.i.tes have been fed.”

Her laughter was odd and her voice s.h.i.+fted into a weird coughing bellow. He heard strange fleshy noises he couldn't identify, then the sound of nails clicking on the wooden floor. It sounded like an animal was walking across the room. A big animal...

”What? Have you got a dog in here? Hey, I don't do animals!”

”It's a little late for that,” chuckled Obsidian. ”Perhaps Ishould let you see.”

Ricky felt weight on the bed and the blindfold dropped from his eyes. He turned to look. ”Jeezus f.u.c.k!”

He jerked and twisted at the snug leather that bound his wrists. The chains rattled against the cast iron bed but held fast. ”b.i.t.c.h, game over! Get me the f.u.c.k outta here!”

Reclining on the fur bed was a huge black panther. Golden eyes blinked at him. The panther's mouth opened.

”Well, my sweetmeat, do you like what you see?”

He screamed.

”Have you checked out the news tonight?” Craig asked Angel as she unlocked the front doors for the evening at the Hungry Kitten Gentleman's Club.

”You mean about the panther they found in a drug-induced coma out on the edge of town?” Angel frowned. ”I can't believe anyone would do that to an animal.”

”Yeah,” said Craig nodding. ”Pity too...Animal rescue says that they didn't think they could save it.

Somebody's been using very expensive drugs on the big cat for years, and it has a dependency on them. Once they take it off the drugs, it could die.”

”Aren't they s.h.i.+pping it to a zoo somewhere?” Angel picked up a drink tray, straightened a tablecloth.

”It's under observation, but it doesn't look good. Even if it survives, it may be too mentally unstable to safely keep, even in a zoo.” Craig followed Angel to the stage where Obsidian stretched luxuriously in preparation for the busy Sat.u.r.day night ahead.

Angel nodded to the dancer. ”Hey, Obsidian, what ever happened with Ricky?”

”Oh, he took off.” She smiled with satisfaction. ”I guess he just couldn't deal with an aggressive female.” Obsidian arched back, placing her palms on the floor in a bone-cracking backbend, then she kicked her feet up and over to land in a graceful split. Suggestively, she bent her knees under her, crawling to the edge of the stage where Craig leaned, resting on his elbow.

Obsidian leaned closer to the edge of the stage. ”Truthfully, I hear he was picked up later that night.” She looked up and pursed her lips. ”I'm thinking that we've seen the last of Ricky.” She looked at Angel and smiled.

Angel noticed that Obsidian's eyes seemed to have darkened to a soft gold, unlike last night, where they had seemed as bright at flame. ”If he got picked up, I can only hope they keep him locked up for life,” said Angel through gritted teeth.

Obsidian grinned broadly. ”Oh, there's no doubt of that.” She watched as Angel nodded with smug satisfaction and walked out of listening range.

”He was picked up-and in one piece?” Craig said softly as he looked at Obsidian with a creased brow. ”Is that was really happened, kitty-cat?”

”Actually, I made the phone-call myself. Drugs can be so unpredictable in a newborn lycanthrope.”

”You actually turned him?”

Obsidian smiled at Craig's stunned look. ”There is no need to worry. With that much dope in his system, if he ever wakes up from his coma, I seriously doubt that he will ever find his human form again.”

”You are a bad kitty, Obsidian,” Craig said, shaking his head with a rueful smile. He swiped his glistening head with a cotton handkerchief.

”I know.” She leaned closer and brushed her lips against his ear. ”Craig, join me for a late-night dance under the moon tonight?” She nuzzled him under the ear and purred. His ice gray eyes were serious as he turned and gently kissed her cheek.