Page 40 of Bonded

Never mind what they’re doing. What the hell are you doing?Luna questions.

As she arrives at the curtained door, instead of being able to walk straight into the club, there is another guy guarding the entrance.

He’s huge and smells one hundred percent alpha—even to Kat’s useless senses. “You here for Darius?” he asks, gruffly.

“Um… yeah.”

She coughs, really nervous now as he looks her up and down. Staring her in the eyes, he grins. “Well, didn’t think you he did your type but… Okay, this way. Follow me.”

Again, she’s confused, but she follows as he hurriedly leads her across the club to the back-office area. “There you go… but you need to hurry. You’re late and he’s been waiting a while.”

“Okay, um… sorry, but what exactly do you want me to do?”

“Oh, you need to get changed, honey.” Kat looks up to the sweet-sounding husky female voice inside the room, where she’s now stood in the doorway. “Hey there, I’m Abby, and you’re late.” She looks Kat up and down, “But you’ll do. Please help yourself, find whatever you want to wear. But as he says, you need to hurry; Darius is a punctual type of guy. It won’t go down well that you’re so late.”

Kat looks at her; Abby’s tall, and has really long red-dyed hair, matching scarlet nails and toes, and is wearing a red satin corset and matching panties.

“Oh yeah, Darius can be a moody fucker at the best of times—especially if you’re late,” Kat laughs.

“Oh, so you know Darius already?”

“Um… Yeah.” She coughs nervously about her lies. “We… well, we, you know… we met once before.”

“Okay, well that’s good then you’ll know what to expect and what he likes. He’s very particular, so you need to be careful. Oh, and he’s a little brusk, but I can promise he won’t hurt you.”

“No, no, I don’t think he will. I can handle him, don’t worry.” Kat’s apprehensive as she suddenly realizes what it is they want her to do—service Darius’s needs.

What the fuck are you doing, Kat?She takes a breath, the liquor clouding her brain. Then she laughs to herself.This will be so funny. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes I’m not the blonde he ordered.

“So, you want me to choose something to wear?” She frowns as looking around the room. It has racks from floor to ceiling filled with hangers of varying sizes and colors of underwear and outfits. Large mirrors on the walls, surrounded by lights, and a countertop filled with perfumes and makeup, gives it the feel of a theatrical dressing room.

“So, anything, in particular, you’d like?” Abby smiles as Kat looks in awe at the choices.

She swallows nervously, wondering if she’s really going to go through with this. It’s a totally crazy thing to be doing, but not something unexpected when Kat’s drunk this much liquor—always swearing to herself that she’ll never drink ever again, after one of these moments of madness.

“Um… Do you have something green… or purple? Yeah, purple would be good, it would match his eyes.”

“Okay, sure, purple…” Abby smiles, secure in her mind that this woman knows Darius well enough to handle him. “There you go… You choose.”

Kat takes a breath, looking that the several hangers filled with purple, mauve, and violet lace garments—picking out an amethyst color bra and pantie set with emerald green ribbon trim. This is perfect.”

“Okay, so you’ll need some high heels.” Abby sneers at the low pumps Kat’s wearing. “He insists on that.”

“Yeah, he would,” she smirks. “Sure, fine.”

She chooses a black patent pair of very high heels and then some black hold up stockings from the rack. Nervously she undresses; cautious, but curiously excited about what he will say. Knowing this is probably without a doubt the most stupid, crazy-drunken stunt she’s ever pulled off.

The door opens, and another girl comes in, powders her nose, and then leaves. Kat sighs, worried she wonders what happened to the girl who was supposed to be where she is now? And what if she turns up?

“You really do need to hurry,” Abby frowns.

“Sure.” Kat strips her clothes and puts on the underwear. The bra fits almost perfectly, a little snug, but that just pushes her breasts up—the flesh spilling over the top.

Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she ruffles her long blonde hair. Then rolling the stockings up her legs, she adjusts the lace top and smiles.

“Wow!” Abby takes a breath, “You look hot. I think Darius will be impressed.”

“Thanks,” Kat sighs. She’s shaking now, fearful of her stupidity. With the effect of the liquor fading, she now realizes exactly how stupid this is. She’s also struggling to keep her wolf inside—Luna’s desperate to get out and she rocks violently, hating the thought of what Kat’s doing, calling out her craziness. The vibrations from the angry wolf are sending Kat’s mind into a frenzy of worry, and Luna continues to claw at her heart, trying to force her to leave.

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