“Any time,” he replied and meant it. “If I had known that werewolves are so great in bed, I’d have fucked me some a long time ago.”
“Oh?” she replied in mock indignation. “Know a lot of werewolves, do ya? Should I be jealous?”
“Nah, you’re my first. Not my first bitch though.”
The werewolf huffed in that characteristic way that he now knew was laughter and rolled off him. In the process his wet member slid out of her like a cap from a bottle, and a gooey trail of fluids sprayed onto his stomach. She dutifully bent down and cleaned it with a few licks.
“I still can’t wrap my mind around how you can grow like several times your normal lean body mass within a span of a few minutes,” Al pondered. “You are truly a biological impossibility Mei.”
The werewolf seemed to find this amusing.
“Please professor I-just-got-fucked-by-a-supernatural-mythological-monster. Do lecture me about science some more, will ya?”
“Nobody likes a smart-ass werewolf,” Al pouted and slapped her in the rear.
After a few more minutes of banter and small talk, the werewolf reluctantly got up and walked over to the window. She carefully lifted the bolt up with a claw and pushed it open.
“Well doc, it’s been awesome. Best evening I’ve had for a long time, hands down. Worth getting shot even. But it’s time I get my furry ass in gear. Got some werewolfy shit to attend to before daybreak.”
“Will I see you again Mei?”
The werewolf paused for a second.
“Ya wanna?”
“Oh yes,” Al blurted out and meant it.
“Got ya self a date doc,” she promised and shot him a wolfy wink.
And with a mighty jump powered by supernaturally strong legs the werewolf leapt out the window with the agility and elegance of a ballet dancer and disappeared into the night without making a sound.
******
When Al finally arrived home at 3 in the morning Jessica’s car wasn’t in the garage.
“Guess she’s still enjoying her party,” he thought to himself, and realized to his surprise that he truly didn’t give a shit.
Normally he would have been irritated on mere principle, but maybe his crazy night with Mei had done something to him. Right there and then he simply couldn’t care less about what Jessica did or where she was. Almost as if all his concern about his bad marriage had been flushed out of his system by the events of the past few hours. Thinking about it, he had even kinda started to view the looming divorce as a ticket to freedom rather than a loss. It was all a matter of perspective really.
“Maybe my luck isn’t so bad after all,” he thought to himself and smiled.
His elation lasted for the duration of his walk up the to the house, where he suddenly found himself staring into the barrel of a gun.
******
Al was strapped to a chair in the middle of his own living room, and he was not happy.
“Have you lost your damned mind Jess?” he sneered angrily at his wife. “What the fuck is this?”
“Shut up asshole,” John replied. “We’re the ones asking the questions here.”
Al scowled at his former friend and nodded in the direction of the third member of the evil trio, a large balding guy with a bushy beard brandishing a gun of a make and model he didn’t recognize.