The Club
#1 of The Club
Typed this on a friend's computer over at his house for the night. Hope you like it, read on!
The V8 engine pulsed angrily against the background noise of the city, a throbbing, choking, roar. The engine was still cold. Alex scratched the back of his neck nervously, leather jacket's collar turned up at the icy cold of the fall wind assaulting him from behind. The horse's fur was too thin for this icy weather, and his clothing proved it. The cowboy boots completed a look, wrapped in worn jeans with a red flannel shirt partially hidden by the black leather. It had been nearly five minutes since he knocked at the door, and he was growing impatient. Vincent was always late, though, and Alex had grown accustomed to waiting for his best friend. Nevertheless, they were on a deadline, and if they didn't get to South of Heaven before long, then they would be rewarded with a further long wait at the door. Speaking of doors, the red one in front of Alex's nose sprung open with a blast of air to reveal an all black wolf in a tee shirt and jeans. "Alex, mate! You finally made it here. I was getting tired of waiting!" Vincent said, slapping Alex's shoulder before quickly walking down the cement steps and sliding into the green Ford Gran Torino next to the sidewalk. Alex was fast on the draw, jogging to the driver's side and squeezing himself onto the bench seat. The lights bathed the road in a warm yellow glow, warding off the chilled night air of New York City. Alex buckled in, put the car into drive, and rumbled away from the curb and off into the sprawling city. "This car runs better every time I see you, man. Too bad it's a Ford, mate,"
"Yeah. Good joke, buddy 'ol pal. You know this could outrun your little Dodge any day," Alex retorted.
"I'll have you know, that that Charger has a beautiful Hemi and a wondrous Borla exhaust system!"
"Good job, you read the manual. You even know what a Hemi is?" Alex pondered, turning onto the intercity highway and flooring the vehicle. The roar of the engine was orgasmic, a throaty rumble that shook the vehicle beneath their feet as the speedometer flew up past sixty.
"Uhh... Yeah. Hemi is for..."
"Hemispherical. The cylinder heads are curved like a half circle so that the engine can get more air and gasoline. Which means more power. And you'd be happy to know that your car doesn't have a hemi like the man said it did. It has a small block 318, so how do you like me now?!?" Alex smiled at Vincent, receiving a roll of the eyes.
"Well then, Mr. technical. Just drive, we don't need much more talk out of you for a while. If only you were as much of a wizard with girls as you were cars. You win some, you lose some. And brother, you lose a lot,"
"You build that self esteem, Vin,"
"Sorry, bro, but you know it's true. So, the idea for tonight is that you're going to meet a fine young lass and get that iron pole of yours wet,"
"Believe it or not, I'm not just another sex-crazed equine. I wouldn't say no to a good old fashioned laying, but that's not the point. I would like to wake up next to somebody more than once,"
"That's not the spirit! We're going to go to a club. We're going to dance dirty. The fairer sex uses that to size up a man's package, and that's where you're going to excel. If needs be, you might even say a word or two to one of these dames," Somehow, Vincent found it perfectly heterosexual to be discussing his penis to his face. "A bit of alcohol goes a long way when you're trying to get to meet women for the first time. But, remember, too much is bad. You have to actually go up and talk to one of them, they won't bite you. Just be brave, like that time you killed a spider with one of your shoes and put a hole in my damned drywall,"
"Yeah, yeah. We'll see. I'm just in this for the music,"
"Keep telling yourself that, Alex," It was a short ride out to the club, and the vehicle happily flew off the raised highway and down near an abandoned power plant-gone-club. The dirt road beneath the highway was littered with beer bottles which Alex strained to dodge, protecting the Torino's prized tires. They came to a halt next to the throng of vehicles, the engine coughing to a standstill. Alex's heart was pounding, and his body ached from the adrenaline rush. Could he really do it?
"Hey, man, I think I left the stove on... I better-"
"Oh no you don't. Alex, you've got to do this sometime or another. Besides, you're going to love grinding. It's one of the best things you can do with a woman, especially in the only club for furs in town. No humans, nothing but anthros like you and me. Nothing but," It was a feat, really. An entire city's furry populous all in one huge orgy-like dance. Nonetheless, as soon as Vincent lead Alex through the swinging doors and into the strobe lights, smoke, and noise, Alex was hooked. The air was thick with the hormones of a hundred species, the veritable wave of female sex additives stinging Alex's nose. Soon, he found his heart racing as he stood by the side of the dance floor, bemused. His body rocked with the music, lights tracing lines over his brown body. There he waited, just staring at all of the men and women engaging in sex through their clothing, ass to groin and groin to groin. It was intoxicating. The bass shook Alex to the core, he could practically feel his blood thrumming to the deep beats. Vincent was nowhere to be found, inevitably he was off getting an erection behind a beautiful wolfess. Alex didn't see her emerge from the crowd, but he did see her once she separated from the pulsing main group. Her eyes were the deepest of browns, hair like a river of brown cascading onto her shoulders. It reflected the light clearly, but her hair wasn't where Alex stopped. His eyes dropped to her ample breasts, the edges peeking out from either side of the tank top. Her body was thick and well endowed, but not fat. Not by a long shot. Her thighs and hips were curvaceous and shapely, jeans slicked up tight to their form. The dark seam of the pants rode between her legs, suction tight to the goods inevitably lying beneath. Alex cocked his head to the side, eyes wide and innocent. The beautiful mare put one slender finger up to her lips in a vertical line, the other hand taking Alex's in hers. The pulled gently, and he offered no resistance as the pair moved into the thick of the fray. Once there, she took both of his hands and placed them on her hips, facing away from him. He had never before touched a woman quite like this... He was nervous to say the least. She tugged tenderly, pressing her hindquarters up against Alex's groin, her back up against his muscular pecks. She began to sway those sexy hips in a figure eight motion, Alex barely touching her stomach sides with his clammy palms. Again she grabbed his hands, sliding them down to her hips once more. Hopefully she didn't think he was trying to reach up to those breasts... He found himself following her swaying, bending his knees and letting her put some of her weight onto him as his nose hovered above that sensual hair. His senses were exploding, it was like nothing he'd felt before in his entire life. Then she did it. She bent forward and pushed her ass into him much more firmly than before, the laser lights arching the room. He felt his erection growing, and dreaded the moment she noticed. The mare leaned back into him, head turned to the left. One arm was splaying her hair out behind her head, the other reaching for Alex's. Once again taking control, she placed it straight onto her breast. Alex was mortified, and at the same time found his fingers giving the soft surface a gentle squeeze. It was the single greatest thing he'd ever felt in his entire life. His other hand strayed from her swaying hip, rising to massage her other breast through the soft tank top. She pressed her ass into him again, sensuously sliding it off to the right and turning to face him. She put one of her legs through his, and he again grabbed a hold of her hips. The two pressed into each other again, him rubbing his now rock hard cock into her pelvis and her grinding her sex on both his leg and hip. She stared into his eyes, her arms over his shoulders near the neck. He felt her abs tighten, and she leaned in with her eyes closed. Alex reacted instinctively, leaning forward and tilting his head to the side until their lips touched. Something ignited, Alex's vision turning deep red from beneath his eyelids. He breathed deep with his nose, sucking in the smell of the single most wonderful woman he'd met in his entire life. And he hadn't even said a single word to her, yet here she was kissing him and grinding to boot! The music pounded in his ears, sweat glossing over his body as their pace quickened slightly with a new song. They danced for almost an hour straight, but Alex never tired. Seemingly, neither did she. The music stopped and the lights flickered on, the crowd all smiling and wishing each other goodby. A few, happier, males were walking off with other women, giddy smiles on their faces. Alex stood in front of his partner with his erection threatening to split his pants and jump out into the air. "Well... thanks a lot. I'm Alex by the way," Alex spoke at last, voice feeling weird from having been unused for so long. Strangely enough, he wasn't even nervous in the least.
"I'm Mackenzie. You danced pretty well, ever done that before?" She asked, smiling sincerely.
"Never in my life! You were amazing!" He said, "with the dancing, I mean..." His eyes straying onto the tips of his shoes. She laughed, the most wonderful sound in the world. Alex was shocked, he'd never found a single person attractive in every single way before. Was this what love was like? How would he know?
"Well then, Mister. I should really be getting back home," Her voice was deep, but not to the point of manliness. Smooth like whiskey, soothing.
"Do you need a ride?" Alex questioned, unintentionally sounding like he wanted to follow her home and shag her brains out. Which would not be a good thing to sound like.
"Good one, Commander Chivalry. I'll take the bus like everybody else. You can bring me to the station and keep me company, though. If you like,"
"I'd love to. Did you have a coat?"
"Nope. Let's get moving, I'm exhausted," She trusted him enough to get in a car with him? Hopefully she didn't want nothing but sex, because that would detract from her how attractive she was overall. He walked beside her through the minefield of red plastic cups, rushing ahead to hold the door open as she walked past. "So, Alex. What kind of car do you drive?" She asked, wrapping her arms together.
"That, there, is my 1972 Ford Gran Torino. My baby," Alex said, standing in front of it with hands in the pockets of his jacket.
"Nice. Ever race it?" She asked, almost like she knew something about cars. "Back in high school, I used to drive a Plymouth Duster. I put in a huge Hemi and other such performance parts. Man, that thing used to crank," She kept getting better and better.
"My friend, Vincent, he has a Charger with a Hemi in it. I helped the poor guy fix it up. He's hopeless around vehicles," Mackenzie smiled and let out a lone laugh before opening the passenger side door and sliding into the bench seat. Alex followed suit, starting the engine. "Where we off to?"
"The station around the corner. The one by the police museum," Alex started out, driving much more responsibly than usual. Important cargo, after all. "I like this car, must have taken you a long time to get her to this level,"
"Ten years or so," Alex responded, patting the dusty dashboard lovingly. "Stop and go,"
"I can remember those days. What do you do for work?"
"I'm a Physician at the hospital,"
"Ooh, smart as well! Get lots of money?"
"Not now that the new healthcare bill got passed. I make just about enough to stay above water," She nodded. "You?"
"I am actually an artist slash musician. Part time party girl,"
"As I saw," Alex responded, receiving an embarrassed giggle. He pulled up next to the bus' bench, just in time for the bus to rumble up behind him. "Well how's that for timing?"
"Hey, Alex, you have a phone?"
"Yeah, sure," He handed her his phone, waiting as she tapped away for a minute.
"Thanks for tonight, you're a really sweet guy. See you around!" And with that, she got out of the car. Her smell lingered, flowery and beautiful. Alex just sat there, parked with the engine growling, mulling the night's events over and over again in his head. He turned on the radio, windows down and elbow hanging out the window lazily. He looked at his phone, and at the new contact there. He had never even thought to ask her her number before she left! Thank god she left it! The Rolling Stones were on the radio, and he just sat there for almost an hour with the engine burning fuel away. He didn't care, though, tonight was the best night of his life. He could even smell her on his clothes, and he savored the dying scents. That movie, the one with Al Pacino, called "The Scent of a Woman," was right in every sense of the word. Nothing could ruin this high, nothing.