Now ditching those old cargo jeans and hoodie, much as he loved those old clothes, did come with some benefits donning a new jacket, shirt n' slacks. You can get into fancier places, and more expensive tastes. Clubs and Nightlife was starting to lose its edge sometimes, but with this new opportunity came a quick taste of a more luxurious flavor. Sneaking in wasn't the hard part, naturally, fake n' and make it, and you can get anywhere ... and these fancy parties and hotel meet-ups are no different. Nick an invite, fake some indignant outrage, and security usually leaves ya alone. And boy what a payoff it has. I never knew just how tempting a lady in a cocktail dress looks till you got ine in your arms, hugging those curves. Maybe its just maturing tastes, but those dresses, showing enough fur to be dangerous, and barely enough to be modest was a far more enjoyable game than the simply brazen displays at the club. And oooh, those pompous, high born attitudes, the things you learn, and discover, are worth the effort. Desperate trophy wives searching for a scratch for that ignored itch, the occasional bored party goer hoping to find something more risque' in their life, or even just someone who knows a good time when they see them. Under all that thin veil of glamor are folks more depraved and hungry than you could hope for. It's a gold mine, baby, and I'm eager to dig.

But ... not -all- my conquests end quite the same. Some come with little surprises, like this curvy sight of black lines and orange, sleek fur hidden in one tight package of a cocktail dress that almost begged you to reach out and touch her. Yet people walked around her like she was some poisonous orchid you do not wanna mess with. Me? Well, caution was never my strongest suits. A tease to the tail, a sly apology, buy a drink ... she fell for it easier than most, though her gaze at first showed she was bored out of her mind. All dressed up, and nothing interesting on the menu, I know I caught a good one. Some gave me looks like I was out of my damn mind, but I didn't care, I caught a bite from the hottest dame on the floor. We ignored it, went along with the night, flirtations and boldness seemed to keep her interested, and she was clearly enjoying herself. Oooh, and I have to mention that purr, that deep bestial rumble in her chest that rolled on those tightly trapped breasts and poured from her mouth like honey, my touch was like revving her engine.

That's when those magical words just poured from her mouth. "Care to come up to my room?"

Oh the words I wanted to hear. I was on fire. Boy was I in for a treat ... at least, I thought I was.

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One of a two piece setup by Nightfaux on a rather unfortunate (or very fortunate) turn of events on a Ladies Rat hot on the prowl, thinking he just won the jackpot. Care to see what happens next?

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Art by  Nightfaux