The Alpha Men's Secret Club: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance (3 page)

5

A party!

From the sounds of things in the
next room, the party was in full swing. Not only that, but she had a wardrobe
mistress! Kate had never felt so special in her entire life. Even personal
shoppers didn’t shower her with so much attention, not that she ever had a
personal shopper before.

“Now, this is an adult party,”
Rita said, “so you will need to get out of that shapeless sweater you are
wearing and don something more appropriate.”

“Like what?” Kate imagined
herself in a silvery gown and walking down a red carpet.

“Like whatever I think is
appropriate for your body shape and size.”

“I’m fat, aren’t I?” Kate said in
a small voice.

“I would use the word
‘voluptuous’. You have a very nice body. Full and luscious, I would say.”

Kate blushed to hear her body
being described this way.

“Now stand up and let me have a
look at you.”

Kate stood up. Rita appraised
her. “Turn around.”

Kate dutifully turned.

“Around again. Hmmm . . . I know
what suits you.” Rita went to one of the closets and rifled through the plastic
sheaths inside. “You need new undergarments as well. Take off all your
clothes.”

“What?”

“You heard me. What are you
ashamed about? Haven’t you ever been to an adult party?”

Kate’s pulse began to rise. She
remembered one of the clauses on the document she had signed. ‘
I have the
right to leave at any moment should I not feel comfortable . . .’

Yes. She had the right to walk
away anytime. But did she really want to? Or did she want to go on this
forbidden adventure, which was making her feel more alive than she ever did?

She began to take off her clothes.
Off came her jacket and the sweater she had bought on a whim because she
thought it would hide her excess weight.

“Go on,” Rita said approvingly.

Kate had a brassiere underneath.
She unhooked her skirt and let it fall. Finally, she was just standing in her
underwear. She was ashamed that her bra and panties did not match.

Was that all Rita wanted her to
shed?

“Well, don’t stop there. It’s a
complete makeover, baby. You’re gonna wear things you’ve never worn before.”
Rita grinned. “Are you ready?”

Yes.

No.

“I’m ready,” Kate said bravely.
I’m
ready to be a new person.

She unhooked her bra and let her
generous breasts spill out. Her large nipples and areolas were pinkish red.

“Beautiful,” Rita said, taking
them in her with her hungry eyes. “Very luscious.”

Her cheeks overheating (and she
suspected they would overheat all night), Kate slipped off her panties. She had
dark hair, and her pubic bush was just as dark.

Rita tsk-tsked. “That wouldn’t
do. You need a wax, girl, and I have just the right thing for you.” She
motioned to a cubicle hidden by a curtain. “Go lie down there. We’ll fix you up
real nice.”

“A bikini wax?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t want to
flash that hairy thatch around, would we?”

Kate felt faint. So she was going
to be naked in this adult party?

You can do this.

She found herself walking towards
the cubicle. All her senses were screaming.

6

Forty minutes later, and Kate was
ready to swoon.

She could only gaze at herself in
one of the brightly lit mirrors in the dressing room. Rita stood beaming behind
her like a proud parent.

Kate was now dressed in a very
tight, very skimpy and very black dress which showed off all her curves to the
fullest effect. The dress’s bodice clung to her torso like wet paint. Her waist
was cinched in, as though it were whalebone itself suppressing the bulges in
her tummy. Her breasts were encased in black taffeta cups which pushed up and
squeezed in her globes for the wandering eye to light upon. Her cleavage was more
enhanced than it had ever been.

To top it off, the taffeta itself
was teasing, its translucent material offering a delicious and very naughty
glimpse of her pink nipples. If she took a deep breath, her breasts expanded
and her nipples peeked out invitingly. If she exhaled, they disappeared like
coy little jewels into the taffeta.

Oh, but it was scandalous!

Her skirt was also taffeta,
flouncy and very short. Short enough to reveal the lower half-moons of her
buttocks if she should bend down. Underneath, she was wearing black crotchless
panties. Her newly shaved pussy was displayed in a sweet ellipse in between the
black strings of her panties.

Her legs were rendered with an
optical illusion now to make them look amazingly long. Sheer black stockings
with lace workings hugged her legs up to her mid-thighs, held up by garters.
Her feet were capped by three-inch high shiny black heels.

It was all Kate could do to keep
her balance.

Oh, but she resembled a slut! One
of those fantasy women in the centerfolds of Hustler or Playboy. And yet, she
had never looked sexier or felt more powerful.

Surely she wasn’t expected to go
out to the party looking like this?

“You are a work of art,”
pronounced Rita triumphantly. “
My
work of art.”

Kate was too overwhelmed to say
anything.

“They’ll be all over you,
darling,” Rita cooed. She reached for one of Kate’s nipples within the cloud of
taffeta and pinched it.

Kate gasped.

“Now, let’s present you to the
members outside. They will love you, I swear it.”

“Wh-what am I expected to do?”
Kate stammered. Surely they did not intend to prostitute her to the men?

Rita eyed her in the mirror. Her
eyes narrowed.

She said, “You can do anything
and everything you want, darling, and you can also choose to walk away anytime.
But I’m reckoning that once you see how
powerful
your beauty is and what
havoc you can wreck with it upon the libidos of men, you will find it quite
intoxicating.”

Kate breathed deeply. The outfit itself
was making her sap rise, and so she understood what Rita was saying. Did she
want to proceed? Did she want men to ogle at the way she was dressed and the
ample wares she was displaying?

Yes!

(No.)

But a thrill she had never felt
before was running down her spine and swarming all around her loins, which were
rapidly filling with warm blood. Her pussy contracted, and a sliver of absolute
pleasure ran through her throbbing clit. Her creams pooled at her pussy hole.
It was all she could do to contain them and not let the hot fluid run down her
thighs.

Rita said, “So . . . are you
ready to make your debut?”

*

The cavernous chamber beyond the
passageway was everything she expected, and not.

The lights threw the entire place
in dusky red glow. The music was loud and sexy, with a bass that went right
into her bones. Both men and women thronged the place. The bar was very long with
several bartenders manning it. Overturned bottles hung everywhere along with
the spigots and taps.

There were high tables and stools
and a dance floor on which several people were rocking to the beat. The men and
women were either scantily clad or in various states of undress. Gleaming bodies
were on display. Breasts were bared. Nipples were flashed. Buttocks bounced
everywhere.

So she wasn’t alone.

To Kate’s alarm, animals prowled
the walkways between the tables and the bar. These were not the common household
pets either, but animals from the wild. There were black panthers with obsidian
eyes and fur as sleek as night itself. There were black wolves. Beautiful red foxes.
Brown foxes. Red wolves.

It was almost as though the place
was an exotic menagerie.

None of the animals were feral
either. They were, in fact, quite tame, to Kate’s surprise. Maybe they were
pets after all, although several of them turned to regard her entry with curious
and very watchful eyes.

Kate faltered, not daring to take
a step further for fear of invoking the animals’ collective wrath. But Rita
prodded her from behind.

“Go on. Don’t be afraid. No one
here will hurt you.”

Kate looked around for Rust
O’Brien, but he was nowhere to be seen. But gawd, the men and women here were
beautiful. Maybe it was the light which flattered their complexions and
heightened the slant of their features, but everyone was beautiful –
young or old.

The man who brought Kate in came
up. He had changed from his business day clothes to a leather crisscross
ensemble which showed off his muscled bare torso. His pants were black leather
as well, and very tight.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m
glad you decided to join the party.”

He put his hands around her waist
and held her as though for a dance. His face moved closer to her neck and he
imbibed her flesh.

“Hmmmmm,” he said. “You have a
delicious scent.”

Kate quailed, unsure of how to
react.

The man’s hands began to slide up
and down her back, feeling the latex bodice and her flesh underneath. One palm
dipped down to the taffeta curls of her skirt and caressed her buttocks there. Kate
wasn’t used to such intimacy from a stranger. She was no virgin and she was not
exactly a prude. Still –

She tried to squirm away.

“I don’t even know your name,”
she said lamely, trying to buy time.

“It’s Thomas.” He tightened his
grip on her waist. “Now it’s my turn to claim you.”

“No . . . I don’t want to be
claimed.” By
you
, she meant. Where was Rust O’Brien? Was he in a private
room?

Thomas laughed. “How could you
wear that dress and expect someone not to instantly claim you? You’re desire
itself.” He pulled her close to him. His body was hard and unyielding, like a
rock. “Can you not see all their eyes on you?”

She looked where he gestured.
Indeed, the eyes of the men in the room alighted upon her, studying her curves.
She was fresh meat to them, she realized. A new face.

She looked around for Rita, but
she was gone.

“Let me get you a drink,” Thomas
suggested. “That will loosen you up.”

“Yes,” she said, relieved to have
a respite from his caresses. He was attractive, though much older than her. Old
enough to be her father, and she wasn’t attracted to him like that. She wanted
Rust. Was he in some private party of his own? She was sure this club catered
to things like that.

Thomas went to the bar. She took
the opportunity to study other people around her. The dance floor had taken on
the quality of a rave. The dancers gyrated, their hands groping one another’s
bodies. The smell of sex was unmistakable. Hair was flung back. Bodies gleamed
with the sweat of exertion. Kate remembered that old movie,
Dirty Dancing
.
These couples and trios were dirty dancing all right. So dirty it was almost
porn.

A low growl to her left arrested
her. She turned in consternation.

A magnificent tiger padded
towards her. It was the largest tiger she had ever seen, and she had only ever
seen them in zoos as a child. She backed away in fright, but it stopped,
regarding her. Its body was sleek and leanly muscled, and its stripes against
its orange coat were very stark. It had vivid green eyes, and the beast stared
at her as if it recognized her.

Her throat went dry.

The tiger inspected her for
seconds longer, and then turned to walk away. She could see the muscles beneath
its dazzling coat bunching and relaxing. Other people turned to watch the
tiger. Was it her imagination, but did their gazes hold respect?

Thomas came back with two
margaritas. He gave her one.

“You’ll like this,” he said.

“Thanks.” She took it and sipped
it through the salt around the glass.

He watched her little tongue dart
out and the desire was unmistakable in his expression.

“Come,” he said when she had
finished. “I want to show you something.”

Beware of strange men who want to
show you something, her mother had warned her, or something to that effect. But
she was hopeful. Would Rust be behind those walls? Was Thomas going to show her
to the inner sanctum?

Kate was no fool, and she was
aware that Thomas was expecting her to trade her body for such favors. But she
intended to hold him off for as long as she could. Wasn’t that in the contract
she signed? She could walk away at any time. She could choose not to have sex
with Thomas if she didn’t wish to.

She was powerful indeed.

“OK,” she conceded.

They placed their empty glasses
upon the bar. The bartender gave her a knowing look. Then Thomas shepherded her
to the shadows beyond the dance floor. She passed a wolf, and the blood in her
veins froze as it turned to look upon her with intelligent eyes.

“He won’t hurt you,” Thomas
murmured, his hand firmly on her back.

Kate wasn’t so sure. There was
hunger on the wolf’s features, and he gazed at her as though it would like to
devour her and mate with her at the same time. An unbidden shudder traveled
down her back. So much wanton lust here. So much need even though there was a
veritable feast of flesh on display.

There were drapes beyond the
room, covering what was inside.

As Kate stepped beyond them with
Thomas, she knew it was a mistake.

7

The corridor beyond was a lot
darker than the main room. It was lighted with wall sconces which created a
flickering effect, as if the lights themselves were flaming torches even though
they were electric.

The corridor opened up into
rooms. Kate could see and hear what was in those rooms. Moans and gasps
permeated the hot, sticky air. Bodies danced and limbs unfurled. Naked couples
fucked against walls, and men and women both fellated stiff cocks and licked
exposed pussies. Each room was an orgy in itself.

“Come,” Thomas said, pushing her
into one of these rooms.

“No, I don’t want to. I-I’m not
ready.”

She wasn’t, really.
Not with
him
.

But he was quite forceful, and
she stumbled through the doorway with him. Inside, a daisy chain of writhing
human bodies was forming. A woman lay splayed on the floor, her legs open to
expose her shaved pussy. A man’s mouth was attached to this pussy, and he was
voraciously eating her. Kate’s own pussy contracted at this florid sight.

At the same time, a girl on all
fours took the man’s turgid organ into her mouth, and she was sucking and
licking him as though his cock was a lollipop. Yet another man was sucking one
of her nipples, and a woman was licking her pussy. This last woman was being
fucked by a man who was on his knees. He rocked his hips against hers and his
face was contorted in ecstasy.

But they were not the only people
in the room. In a corner, a man was fucking a woman from behind. Both of them
were in a state of partial undress. The temperature in the room was high, and
not because of an air-conditioning malfunction.

The stone walls hosted recesses –
little dimly lighted cubby holes where packets of condoms were stacked.
Outside, a wolf peered in hungrily, its red eyes glowing in the flickering
lights of the wall sconces.

Thomas pushed Kate against the
wall. He reached for her breasts within their flounces of taffeta and squeezed
them.

“I want you,” he said hoarsely.

His mouth latched onto hers. His
kiss was hard and his breath smelled of coffee and cigarettes. His tongue tried
to pry her lips open, but she resisted. He was so rough.

“No,” she said in a strangled
tone. She pushed him away with all her might.

He stepped back. His eyes were
hard and glittering.

“So you’re trying to be a cock
tease now,” he accused.

“No.”

“You came in here with me. You
knew what you were in for.”

“No, I didn’t know.” She tried to
wriggle away, but his hands were firmly placed on the wall and his arms
imprisoned her in between them.

The man who was eating the
woman’s pussy looked up and turned in their direction. To Kate’s shock, she
recognized him.

It was Carlo Estez.