Rich Wolf, Willing Woman

1

Walking into the club, Ashley eyed the various women dancing and hanging out at the tables. She knew she could have her share of any. She had worn her sexiest outfit to this particular club—a tight, sequin light blue dress which would draw the attention of any woman, taken or not, lesbian or bisexual or straight. She had on heels high enough to make her tall enough for anyone. And she was with two of her hottest friends, Meghan and Wendy. The three of them were going to find good women tonight, no matter what.

"Should we start in the back and make our way forward?" Wendy said.

Ashley nodded with a grin. It wasn't an actual question—more a confirmation that they were going to do what they had always done. She looked over at Meghan, who seemed to still be eying the crowd.

"C'mon, let's go," she said.

They made their way to the dance floor, aware of all of the eyes on them but focused on one thing only—finding a good woman. And not just a good woman—a woman who could take care of them physically.

"What about that girl over there? Nice dress. Looks like she's got a lot of money."

Ashley looked at the table about 10 degrees to her right. Meghan was right. The woman had gorgeous blonde hair and a nice black dress. She looked closer and saw she had a nice ring.

"Taken."

"That hasn't stopped you before," she said, practically yelling into her ear over the loud club music.

Ashley shrugged.

They continued their gazes across the club, and to their disappointment, no one in particular seemed to show up. Most of the patrons tonight were older gentlemen or women they had already hooked up with whom they did not wish to see again. In Ashley's mind, the goal was the best or none—she wasn't going to lower herself.

And it wasn't because she looked down on them. It was because she'd grown up so poor, so resentful of her parents' general laziness and bigotry that she made it a point to reach the upper echelon of society while being open about her sexuality. It was both sad and admirable—she wanted to pull herself up by the bootstraps and mingle with the best. Though she would never admit it, she did at times wonder if she had done it wrong. Was there something to be said for going back to those she grew up with, and maybe not be poor, but just accept those she grew up with and be comfortable with money? Could she ignore their bigoted comments?

Thus, she lived in a terrible world of inner conflict—one where she had the confidence to get any girl she wanted and the means to accessorize in ways to guarantee she would, but one where she wondered if having confidence in something meant she absolutely had to do it. She could have absolute confidence that she could fuck a woman and steal all her shit—did that mean she should?

"Oh my God, is that Danika?"

Ashley broke out of her mind trance to hear Wendy yelling over at the table behind her. Indeed, it was her—Danika.

Danika was something of an enigma to most of the people in New York. She was a rich, light-skinned, lesbian black woman who had sold a company catering to athletes in the 10 figures, making her one of the many billionaires in town. But to see her out was a rare sighting. The rumor was she only went out when she had a woman at home to satisfy her—she was one of those who did not like to go out without a guarantee. That seemed slightly odd to Ashley, since presumably she could have any woman she wanted, but some women never grew out of their childhood insecurities. Perhaps Danika had not been hit on until she got rich, and thus assumed no woman would want her at a club.

The thoughts of conflict in her head disappeared. She could deal with them in the morning. In the meantime, her and her friends wanted to meet with Danika and her group of about three others.

"C'mon, let's dance right in front of that table," she said.

The girls did so, throwing glances at Danika and her friends every so often. Danika seemed to sit back and soak the environment in, a slight grin on her face, a grin that suggested peace more than unbridled joy. One of her cohorts would smack Meghan's ass, and she would turn around and smirk at them. The waiter passed them by, and brought out bottles of high-end vodka and Ace of Spades champagne.

Once the waiter had left, the bouncer turned to the three girls.

"Ms. Holmes has requested that you all join her at her table. Would you be so kind as to join?"

Ashley turned to Meghan and Wendy, who had already passed her to the table. Ashley chuckled, and made a straight dash to Danika.

2

"Hey there, how are you?" Danika said.

Ashley smiled, able to see her up close. She had a nice face, great body, beautiful diamond earrings—and then she smiled, and her teeth seemed immaculate. It also seemed real. It didn't seem like the shady, pretentious smile that rich women sometimes threw her. She may have slept with a few rich women in her life, but she liked to make sure they at least gave the pretense of liking her and treating her well instead of seeing her as a commodity.

"Good, thank you," Ashley said.

"The name's Danika Holmes. And you are?"

"Ashley Brown."

"Such a lovely name," she said. "May I interest you in some of our Ace of Spades? It's a party here tonight, you know."

Ashley's eyes widened and she kept her gaze on Danika as she had one of her friends pour them glasses of champagne.

"What's the occasion?"

"Why, it's my birthday, Miss Brown. And I'm glad you could join us to celebrate!"

"Hey! Happy Birthday!"

Danika nodded in appreciation as the two of them clinked glasses.

"The only downside is I can't be here too long. I have to leave just before midnight."

Ashley looked confused, and decided to tease her a bit.

"What, are you Cinderella? Does the spell wear off and you return to a peasant at that time?"

Danika let out a boisterous, lively laugh. It was the kind of a laugh a woman could only have if she truly loved life and had more to her than just money. Though the laugh lasted only moments, it immediately made Ashley like her even more. Perhaps this was a generous, real billionaire—who could also take a joke.

"Something like that," she said. "I just have matters to attend to at that time that would ideally be done outside of the club."

Ashley nodded, deciding not to press the issue too far.

"Who are your friends?" Danika asked as if sipped from her champagne.

"Oh, one of them is Wendy, she's the one sitting next to that guy there."

"Dominic, yeah, he's cool. I only keep good guys in my crew, I wouldn't worry about them."

"Cool, and… there was one other here, Meghan. I don't see her…"

Danika looked perplexed, almost concerned, and then she let out a laugh.

"Is she that girl with Mario out there?"

She looked out and saw a man making out with the woman Danika pointed to. She had the same dress as Meghan, and sure enough, when she pulled back, it was her.

"Girl moves fast, don't she?"

Ashley shrugged with a smile.

"My girlfriends know what they want and they like to go and get it, I guess."

"Do you know what you want?"

It was a simple question, but it reignited the conversation she had had in her head just moments ago. She realized that no, she didn't. She liked the affluence that her current life and social circle brought, but she missed the tight bonds, unaffected by concerns of power and social status, that her previous circles brought. She truly couldn't make up her mind, but if she had to lean in one direction…

"Sort of," she said. "I'm just at that stage where I'm figuring things out, so not quite."

"If you don't mind me asking," Danika said slowly, pouring her and Ashley another glass of champagne. "How old are you?"

"23."

Danika again let out the lively laugh, and Ashley blushed. She didn't feel shamed by the woman's chuckle.

"Oh my, you're just a young in! Ashley, when I was 23, I was so broke I had to eat straight from jars of peanut butter! A treat for me was a bagel with cream cheese! You're so far ahead of where I am right now that I wouldn't worry about it. Trust me, I'm 33 and just now starting to appreciate and get the good things in life. You've got time."

That made Ashley feel much better. Not just about herself—it made her realize she didn't have to have all the answers at that moment. It also made her how much she liked Danika. She really wanted to go home with her now, but it had somehow become less about the sex and more about connecting to someone genuine. It hit her then—the most successful didn't do any of the shit that she had to suffer with when dealing with the local millionaires and sometimes billionaire. They carried themselves with dignified mystery like Danika.

"Wow, that's good stuff Danika," she said.

"Thanks, Ashley. I appreciate that."

She looked down at her watch, and it showed 11:20 p.m. By her own internal calculations, she had about 20 minutes before she had to bounce.

"Listen, can I bother you for a dance?"

Ashley normally did not hesitate in such a spot, because everything would always go to plan. Go to hot rich girl, flirt, get some drinks, dance, fuck, go home, and nothing else. But now she'd suddenly found herself face-to-face—or mind-to-mind, as it were—with an internal conflict brought to fore bore that she froze when she asked. She smiled and chuckled politely.

"Come, now, don't be shy. If you don't like my moves you can always make fun of them."

Ashley laughed, enough to break her out of the spell. She stood up and grabbed Danika's hand, and the two of them headed over to the dance floor.

With the flashing lights, the loud club music, the DJ—or the artists, she couldn't tell—singing "I just can't stop" over and over again, it felt like a more erotic experience than some of the sexual encounters she had had. The woman knew how to dance, seemingly in perfect rhythm with the sounds of the club. She moved her hands all over her body perfectly—not shyly, but not so aggressive as to turn things into a dirty orgy either. She had perfect flow. She bent into her neck and bit gently, causing her to cringe in pleasant feeling. She felt her pussy getting warmer and wetter, preparing for what now seemed like an inevitability.

She turned around and threw her arms around her neck, and the two of them found them locked into their eyes. They stared, perhaps trying to comprehend what lay behind each. For Ashley, she saw the eyes of a woman who had always known she was going to make it, but still expressed profound joy when she got there. Perhaps she knew she would be successful, but didn't know how successful she would be. Danika saw a woman who was going through some kind of a phase—perhaps the gold-digging stage many girls who come from poor areas go through when they find rich people. But for whatever reason, she still saw joy and a vibrancy for life.

Their eyes locking spelled an inevitability for the night. The only question was, would this brief two-hour fling—or however long it would wind up going—lead to anything more? The thought crossed both of their minds, but neither wanted to address the question.

The eye locking did not last much longer, however, because it was replaced by the only thing better—lips locking. Continuing to sway to the beat, Ashley lost herself kissing the billionaire charmer, the woman who seemed to have as much riches in her genuineness as she did in her bank account. The kiss felt like something she'd been waiting for for years.

She pulled back after a few moments, but the chemicals running through Ashley had ensured she would not be pulling out of sight, or anywhere without her, for the rest of the night.

"Listen, Ashley, I like you a lot, but I do have to bounce in a couple minutes, so…"

Ashley decided to be bold. She liked this woman too much to not be.

"So let me come with you. I want to get to know you better."

Danika's face expressed confusion, then concern, then melted in a nice chuckle.

"Oh Ashley, you are a tricky one to resist, I will give you that. What the hell, let's just shoot it real. I'm heading back to my place. Midnight can get crazy in my place, but if you're OK with that, then let's go."

"I'm OK with many things, Danika," Ashley said. "Including anything with you."

Danika smiled, and she quickly went back to make sure everything was taken care of as far as the tab and her boys. Everything was fine, so she grabbed Ashley by the hand and led her out of the club. Ashley turned around just in time to see her two girlfriends with guys each, ensuring everyone would have a happy ending for the evening.

3

Danika led Ashley across the street in the cold of NYC and the two of them only had to go one other block before arriving at Danika's high-rise penthouse. Ashley looked up, beyond impressed. Even by rich New York standards, this seemed beyond the realm of possibility. It was certainly beyond anything she had ever seen.

They walked through the door, and Danika nodded politely at the front desk staff. She got on the elevator and pressed for the top floor. She turned to Ashley, and their kissing immediately resumed, somehow with much more passion and fire than in the club. Without the club music to drown out the sounds, Ashley became much more cognizant of her moaning, of Danika's own gasps, and it turned her on even more. She knew how soft her voice was, how sexy that sounded in bed and intimately. She loved knowing that Danika would be getting off so much to this.

"Oh, God, Danika," she said as she pulled away, close to the penthouse.

Danika simply smiled.

"It's rare to find a girl like you, one who's open about how she is and where she is. Most girls just want to get my money, to bang, and to call it a day. People think that's the life, but it's not, not especially after a few such dates."

Ashley nodded. She couldn't lie, she knew she had come there specifically for someone with money and to get laid. But she also couldn't lie in the fact that such a life was beginning to at least develop doubts in her mind, and that maybe she had better things ahead of her.

The elevator doors opened and Danika led her down the hall. She unlocked her door and Ashley stepped through. She could not believe what she saw—the place was fucking huge. Even by what she imagined penthouses to look like, it was fucking huge. It overlooked almost all of Manhattan, and it seemed to have one room empty with no purpose. Then, when she stepped closer, she saw what looked like scuff marks on the wall.

"Wow, Danika, this place is incredible," she said.

She looked at the clock. 11:56 p.m.

"Thank you. I'm just lucky enough to be able to afford it."

She then headed into the kitchen, which contained seemingly enough ingredients to make anything in the world. She walked past that to the bedroom, a massive space adorned with a massive bed. She sat on it and looked up at Danika, who had removed her coat.

"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked.

"Oh, of course," Ashley said. "Night's not over, you know."

Danika turned to her with a smile. She turned back to the clothing rack, appeared to hesitate for the first time all night, and then quickly turned back to her and walked to her.

"No, it's not."

It all happened so fast, Ashley didn't have time to think about what was going on. But she didn't need time to think to know instinctually what Danika was doing. She leaned back on the bed, her head falling into the soft sheets, as Danika pressed himself on top, kissing her, caressing her, grabbing her all over. Ashley moaned softly as her hands explored her body, feeling all of her curves and perfectly sized tits and ass. She kissed her neck, her forehead, her lips—all over. She sat up and unzipped her dress from the back, and then slowly slipped it off. She laid there in nothing but her bra and underwear, and Danika quickly removed her own dress.

She noticed something peculiar—her chest was a darker shade than the rest of her skin. Her face and hands could almost be mistaken for a tan white woman if someone didn't know her. But her breasts definitely seemed black—like, literal black, not dark brown like black people.

She wanted to say something, but didn't want to kill the moment. Plus, Danika had removed her bra and her pants and had begun sucking and playing with her tits, which felt incredibly sensational. She let out a moan and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. She didn't want to think about the seemingly huge difference in skin color.

Then Danika began kissing her stomach and working her way down. She knew what was about to come—her, among other things.

Danika reached for her underwear and began pulling it down, and Ashley arched her hips to help. She opened her eyes and looked down and saw that now Danika's face had become darker, and shaped differently. She couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"Danika, what the hell is going on?"

Danika looked up and smiled.

"This is what happens at midnight," she said. "This is going to be weird, but you have to trust me. Do you?"

Ashley nodded without thought. She truly did.

"When a wolf attacked me a few years back, it gave me its own blood. So now, I'm not just a woman. I'm a werewolf. A man wolf. I am Danika, business by day, futa wolf by night. In about two minutes, I won't be able to even speak anymore. I'll keep human hands and feet and… well, other things, but my face and torso will be like a wolf."

Ashley gulped and nodded.

"Don't worry about it, Ashley. I still have control. Nothing will happen to you, except what we're about to do. It'll feel even better—that part gets enhanced. In fact, it's better for you, because if someone interrupts, well, who's going to confront a wolf? And you get the physical pleasure that only a man can provide."

Ashley laughed. The humor calmed her down and she felt more at ease. She saw Danika's nose protrude, and knew the moment was almost at hand.

"Anyways, Ashley, Don't be nervous. I'm going to get between your legs… sniff… lick… and eat that pussy like a fucking animal. How does that sound?"

Danika's slow speech had brought the arousal factor back to Ashley. She spread her legs and nodded down to her pussy.

"I Don't care how it sounds, Danika, I care how it feels. Make it feel fucking hot!"

Danika grinned, and she opened her mouth to reveal her wolf tongue—bigger and thicker than the human tongue. Ashley tilted her head back and mumbled, "oh, God," in anticipation.

Moments later, the wolf had put its tongue on her, and she moaned in ecstasy. She twitched and writhed, overwhelmed at one, how it felt, and two, that someone actually wanted to eat her out and not just fuck her as a cum dumpster.

"Fucking Danika, yes," she said.

She could hear that Danika had indeed become a werewolf, for her responses were no longer human, but that of a horny beast. Ashley reached down to her head, and the short buzz was replaced by what felt like real fur. It still felt amazing, and she pushed her head down further on her. She squeezed her legs around her head.

She thought about how she could keep this woman around. She had had a great first date—and then she laughed, amused at herself for calling it a date. They had met at the club, not a coffee shop! But she knew it wasn't a question of "keeping her around"—she'd want to stay around. She wanted to stay around. The match was more perfect and mutual than it was forced on either side.

Danika then pulled back, and Ashley opened her eyes to see the werewolf climb up over her. She looked down in the dark lights and made the outline of a massive cock—it made the biggest black cock she'd ever been with seem like a puny cucumber. Now she definitely wasn't going anywhere. She had the emotional attachment with Danika and the physical pleasure of the werewolf—why would she?

The wolf let out a soft cry, and then it positioned itself slowly by Ashley. Ashley reached up and grabbed Danika by the neck, scratching her back and belly softly.

"Slide that thing into me, Danika," she whispered. "Fuck me, Danika. Make me cum."

Danika positioned himself, poking gently, until she found the insertion point. She slid into her, and Ashley's body tensed as her pussy filled with werewolf cock. She began thrusting slowly, almost intimately. Ashley looked into the eyes of Danika, and she was still convinced and aware that Danika was in control, and not just some beast. She just so happened to have the physical form of a beast.

Then she picked up, and Ashley began to see how beastly this creature could be. She thrusted way too fast for any human, and it felt so good, Ashley wondered if it might be too good—that she was feeling something so good, sex with a human would be spoiled. But then again, she thought, what does it matter? I want to stay with Danika, and I'm going to do that, damnit. Wolf or no wolf.

She cried out and gripped her back tightly, digging her nails into the creature. The wolf let out soft cries and groans, but they paled in comparison to the cries Ashley was giving. She was sure the entire building could hear her sexual gasps. She looked up at the wolf, who gazed back at her deeply. She couldn't kiss the wolf, but damn if she didn't want to do something.

She couldn't remain perfectly still. She had to take control. So she pushed the wolf off and prepared to straddle her.

But then, to her surprise, the wolf did not let her, and shoved her forward. She smiled when she fell face first into the bed, her ass into the air. The beast didn't leave much to the imagination. It also took control in a way she hadn't quite expected Danika to do so. But, she supposed, that was her fault for not seeing that. Danika didn't get to be a billionaire without dominating a few people here and there, she was sure.

She felt the creature smack her ass, and she cried out. She loved it when the woman dominated in this fashion. She couldn't see what was coming—she was just a toy to the beast.

"Yes, yesss."

The beast smacked her again, and then again, and finally it inserted itself. Ashley looked up, moaning as she felt this beast send waves of pleasure through her body. Then, she felt hands reach behind her and grab her breasts. They lifted her up, and she remembered what she had said before transforming—she was a werewolf, not a wolf, and thus still kept certain human characteristics.

The beast lurched her up, and she found herself leaning against the creature, its hands kneading her breasts, its dick ravaging the inside of her. The beast licked her neck, and it felt like she couldn't have more pleasure in that moment if she tried.

Then she realized she could. She could use her hands. She reached down and rubbed her clit, and she cried, "oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck!"

As if someone had removed the faucet cap and the sink had gushed out, her entire body went from gradual, incremental increases in pleasure to a full flood. She screamed—full, literal screaming—and felt orgasm rising through her body. She couldn't keep up with her gasping.

"Fuck me, Danika! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

The wolf grinded and thrusted even harder, and soon, Ashley felt herself on the edge.

"Oh, fuck! Here it comes, here it comes!"

Her entire body tensed, and she prepared to release.

"Oh…. FUCK!"

Her body released, and a giant tsunami of pleasure crashed on her. Her body quivered, her legs shook, and the only reason she didn't collapse forward was Danika holding her up. She threw herself in turn against the wolf behind her, slamming herself on the beast, who himself was grunting faster and harder.

Then, she, too, came, her cock shooting seed into her. Both of them cried out in unison, both of them experienced the joy of orgasm, and both of them felt a sense of connectedness unlike anything the other had ever experienced.

Only seconds later, when Danika finished and removed himself and Ashley was able to relax on the bed, did she realize what had just happened. She had fucked a billionaire. She had fucked a billionaire werewolf. She had fucked a billionaire werewolf raw and gotten off in a way she hadn't in a long, long time.

It was hard to top that, and she had no intentions of going anywhere else to try to.

4

Ashley awoke the next morning to see breakfast being served to her by Danika. She smiled, and the two shared a kiss.

"I thought billionaires don't make their own breakfast?"

Danika chuckled politely as she laid the tray on the furniture next to her.

"Some of us still do the dirty work, remember? It's how we get to where we are."

Ashley smiled and playfully slapped the arm of Danika, who had her own laugh. She disappeared to the kitchen to get her own food, and Ashley smiled at her as she left. She never imagined she'd meet someone she'd want to keep around at a nightclub, let alone a nightclub on a night when her sole purpose was to find a rich woman who could fuck her senseless and then leave the next day. Or, for that matter, who was a futa werewolf.

But some things, she decided, just needed the course of time. And the course of time had shown her the best alternative—a woman who had the humility from her beginnings, but still enjoyed her newfound wealth.

She came back in seconds later with a similar plate and Ashley nodded at her.

"So, werewolf, huh?"

"Yeah, makes the late night life crazy," she said with a chuckle. "But I don't really like to stay out that late anyways. I'd prefer to be in by midnight with a girl I can truly appreciate."

Ashley looked at her with a curious smile.

"Do you truly appreciate me, Danika?"

Danika chuckled.

"I told my mamma I'd never lie, so here goes. Yes, I do, Ashley. Why don't you hang out for the day? I can't imagine you have anything going on on a Sunday."

Ashley nodded.

"Well, you're in trouble, Danika. I'm not going anywhere."

The two laughed again, and shared an intimate kiss.

"Of course, you better keep fucking me like a werewolf for the rest of time."

Danika burst out laughing.

"Funny, I used to think of that as a curse. I guess it's a pretty good blessing now, huh?"

"The sexiest one at that, too."

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