On a Hot Summer Night

Some morphs danced and strutted their wares by the light of the round full moon. But to her, the dark secrets of the new moon were more sacred. Sadie charged more during new moons, and, as always, the money was to be up front. After all, she had to eat.

It was a Miami summer night like any other - muggy and oppressive. Sadie was dressed in her usual scanty minimum, as much to draw customers as to prevent her from sweating to death. The designer scarlet Rossi dress had been expensive, but she always made the most on the nights that she wore it. And considering that it was the night of the Wolven dark, she was sure to get a john.

Sadie lounged in the pool of light beneath her streetlight, examining the lay of her fur in a compact mirror. On the next block, she could see a lagomorph posing prettily beneath her own streetlight, trying to lure in a customer. Sadie laughed to herself, knowing that she always had the luck on the new moons.

A fancy silver sports car pulled up to the curb. The passenger window rolled down and a human male peered out at her, sizing her up. Sadie put away her compact and smiled at him. She perked her tail up and gave him a little bit of a show as the hem on her already short dress lifted. "Looking for some fun tonight?" the wolf asked in a husky voice.

The male smiled and said, "Sure darlin'... How much will a few hours run me?"

Without even pausing to think, Sadie said, "Two hundred, all up front."

The male's smile slipped a little. "Seems a little pricey."

"I'm worth it," she said. She leaned over, giving him a good look down the front of her dress. She was not wearing a bra.

The male's smile returned, and he leaned over to open the passenger door. "I've already got us a room."

The lupomorph slid into the seat and adjusted her dress. "I like a man who's prepared," she said.

And the room was well prepared. An executive suite with low lighting and a wide bed with the sheets already pulled back. Sadie set her bag on a table and leaned against the leather sofa. "So, how about my finder's fee?"

The male kicked off his shoes as he walked over to a small pile of Gucci overnight bags. He returned to Sadie's side a minute later, wielding a pile of twenties. She counted them quickly before jamming them into her bag. When she turned back around, she saw that the male had already taken off his shirt and shoes and was lounging on the bed, grinning ferally. He was a fine catch indeed.

In two short strides she was by the bed, and pushed him onto his back. With a spring she leapt onto him, straddling his waist. He closed his eyes to her hot breath on his face. In a guttural purr that was almost a snarl, she asked, "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf in the red Rossi?"

The male laughed briefly. "Yesss..." he sighed, playing along. He reached under her, struggling to unbutton his jeans.

The sigh was cut off in a gurgle as the wolf ripped out his throat. He died with a surprised look on his face that still remained when the maid discovered his half-eaten body the next morning.