Wolf's Den - A BBW Shifter Romance Novel

by D. H. Cameron

  “That was hot,” Sheila told me once I joined her again. The men were hooting and hollering as I was up on stage. Between the alcohol, the girls and the appreciative crowd, I was feeling especially sexy and exceptionally horny. A few of the girls seemed especially to enjoy squeezing my voluptuous body.

  “I want a lap dance!” I said and I knew who I wanted to get it from. No girl made an impression like the blonde dancer. I found her and pointed her out to Sheila. Sheila looked at me with a knowing grin.

  “She is pretty,” Sheila said and as the girl made her way towards us, she got the blonde’s attention. She came over and sat on my lap, draping her arm around me and making herself comfortable.

  “My friend is getting married tomorrow. She wants a lap dance, a nice, long lap dance,” Sheila said. The girl looked at me and then back to Sheila.

  “What about you?” the girl asked.

  “I want to watch,” Sheila said. The blonde stripper smiled.

  “Let’s go to the VIP room,” she offered, stood up and took my hand. The VIP room? What was that? The blonde led Sheila and me through the crowded lounge and to a set of stairs. One of the security guards opened a velvet rope and allowed us to pass. I couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at us, as if he wanted nothing more than to know what was about to happen upstairs.

  At the top of the stairs, we entered a small room with a single sofa. The blonde took our jackets and then had Sheila and I sit next to one another on the sofa. “I’m Candy. You don’t mind if I touch you or remove your top?” she asked me. I looked at Sheila and she nodded letting me know this was OK.

  “I’m Shauna. I don’t mind, do whatever you want,” I said.

  “I’m Sheila. Nice to meet you Candy,” Sheila offered.

  “I always love it when girls come in. I much prefer doing this for girls,” Candy told us and then she began to unfasten my bustier. As she got it open, my breasts spilled out and Candy inhaled deeply and sighed. She took my big breasts in her soft hands and squeezed them. “You can touch me too. You’re not supposed to but the guards let it go when I’m with women,” Candy told me.

  “All right,” I replied. I meant to say more but before I could, Candy kissed me. Wow! She was pretty and sweet, her hands so soft, her tongue so warm. She pulled away and smiled before she began kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. I looked over at Sheila and she giggled.

  “Very nice. Enjoy it,” Sheila told me.

  “Don’t worry, I am,” I told her. Candy had climbed from the floor and was now straddling my thigh, grinding on me. She took my hands, placed them on her ass and then began mauling my breasts as she began to kiss my neck. Holy shit! I become lost in the moment and soon my hands were roaming Candy’s perfect body as she sucked on my earlobe. However, when her hand slipped between my thighs and began stroking my panties, I looked over at Sheila.

  “That’s so hot,” Sheila said. Yeah, understatement of the year! Candy began moaning as she humped my thigh and her fingers had found my swollen, hot nub. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.

  “I’m going to come, Shauna. Come with me,” Candy said. I was shocked but not enough to stop. In fact, her words and her insistent touch had me climbing towards orgasm. Candy and I rocked as one. “Come on, sexy. Let’s be naughty. I’m not supposed to do this, but you’re really turning me on,” the beautiful stripper said. Was she serious? Did I care? No!

  Suddenly, Candy began to moan louder as she humped my soft thigh. Her hand was a blur between my thighs as her other hand caressed my breasts. I was so close and I wanted to come so badly with this girl. Then suddenly Candy stiffened and she cried out, “I’m coming.”

  I couldn’t help it and I came with the sexy blonde dancer. Her sweet cries and insistent touch pushed me over the edge. Holy fuck, this was so naughty and exciting. I came as Candy kissed me, her warm tongue exploring my mouth. Her gyrations slowed as she let me finish and then she took my face in her hands and continued to kiss me for a moment.

  “Wow!” was all Sheila said as she stroked my thigh. I realized my hands were holding Candy’s ass for dear life.

  “That was amazing,” Candy said as she broke the kiss, “Thank you so much, Shauna.”

  “No, thank you,” I replied slightly embarrassed but incredibly turned on. Candy smiled, stood up and handed me my bustier. I began to put it on and she helped me dress. Then she kissed me again and then kissed Sheila. Sheila handed the girl a wad of cash and thanked her. Candy kissed Sheila on the cheek, thanked us again and then she was gone. I was too overwhelmed to care. In fact, I wanted to do that again.

  “Can we get another girl?” I wondered. Sheila laughed.

  “Now you see why I like playing with girls sometimes?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Damn!” I replied as I threw on my jacket.

  “I have a better idea,” Sheila said. I saw that familiar look in Sheila’s eye. We were going to get in trouble and probably a lot of it.

  “What do you have in mind?” I asked curious to find out where this might lead.

  “I’d love to give you a lap dance,” Sheila said and then pulled a small bottle of the cinnamon whiskey out of her jacket. She unscrewed the top and took a swig, handed it to me and I did the same. I was drunk, or well on my way, horny and feeling kind of sexy. I didn’t know what Sheila had in mind but I wasn’t about to chicken out and turn her down.

  “We need to go,” I told her and bit my lower lip. Yeah, trouble was where we were headed and I was eager to get there. Sheila smiled and we left the VIP room and went downstairs and out of the club. We hailed a cab and Sheila gave the driver Dutch’s, address, I guess my address. The ride was a blur. I was buzzing hard and my pussy was warm and tingling. I wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but I didn’t care. Besides, Dutch has expressed a desire to see what I think we were about to do.

  Before I knew it, Sheila and I were upstairs in the little apartment Dutch and I shared. I was suddenly scared but it was exhilarating. Still, Sheila must have seen my worry or at least what she took for worry. “Shauna, this is just fun. Dutch won’t mind. Locke definitely won’t mind. I’m not looking to steal you away. I’m horny and I like playing with girls sometimes. I think you do too,” she told me. I wasn’t worried. I was excited to see what my best friend had in mind.

  “Shut up and get naked,” I told her as I began to strip. Sheila’s eyes flared and next thing I know, we were making out on the bed, drinking the rest of the whiskey and generally being naughty. I remember having several, maybe more than several, orgasms and giving Sheila her fair share too. Sheila never went down on me or I on her. We simply touched one another and rubbed out naked bodies together but it was pretty fantastic and definitely naughty.

  At some point, four in the morning according to the clock, Sheila and I were lying in bed nude and talking. I was on my back and Sheila reclined on her side next to me. She traced patterns on my stomach with her fingers. It was comfortable and intimate. We were friends and enjoying each other’s touch but as Sheila had told me, it was just fun. That’s when Dutch came home.

  Sheila saw him first as he appeared at the top of the stairs and surprised me when she said, “Hi, Dutch.” I followed Sheila’s gaze and for a moment, I panicked. I should have known better than to worry.

  “Hi, daddy,” I said and then added, “You’re home early.”

  “Locke fell asleep and one of the other guys passed out. We decided to call it a night. Thanks for keeping my soon-to-be wife busy, Sheila. Looks like more fun than the bachelor party,” Dutch said plainly with a devilish smile growing on his face.

  “The booze and the strippers got the better of us,” Sheila said. Dutch sat on the bed, leaned over and kissed me.

  “You look beautiful...in a drunk, slutty kind of way,” Dutch said to me.

  “You’re not mad?” I asked. Sheila laughed. Dutch looked at her and then back at me.

  “No, I asked Sheila to do it. She eagerly agreed. Did you think because we were ge
tting married we’d stop getting you into trouble?” he told me. I shook my head. I should have seen it.

  “I’m just scratching the surface here, aren’t I?” I asked them both wondering just how much trouble these two were going to get me in. I couldn’t deny that I hoped it was a lot.

  “Wait until we hit Sturgis,” Sheila said.

  “You’re going with us?” I asked excitedly.

  “Well, Locke and I were going anyway, but yeah,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to see what might happen at that party with Locke and Sheila in tow.

  “Should I leave and let you two get back to whatever it was you were doing?” Dutch asked. I giggled.

  “I think we’re done. Besides, we should get some sleep. Tomorrow night, tonight I guess, is going to be rowdy,” I said.

  “Hey, someone’s got to be responsible around here, right Dutch?” Sheila said.

  “Yeah, maybe I should call her mommy instead of her calling me daddy,” he said. Were they serious? It was almost down and they thought I was being a stick in the mud for wanting to get a few hours a sleep?

  “Really? You’re not tired?” I asked them.

  “Yeah, of course we are. We’re just fucking with you,” Sheila said and then asked, “Mind if I stay? I’m too drunk to go home.” Dutch got a big grin on his face.

  “No threesomes on our wedding day,” I said playfully.

  “So someday we can have one?” he asked as he pulled his boots off.

  “Oh my God!” was all I said and he and Sheila laughed at me. Dutch wedged himself between us, still in his jeans and t-shirt, after he turned off the bedside lamp. I curled up next to him and found the whole evening strange but incredibly fun. What was I getting myself into? Something special, I decided. Dutch was already snoring between us as I pondered this exciting new life I was about to dive into. I could barely see Sheila as she turned to me whispered, “Night, Shauna,” and then winked.

  “Good night, Sheila,” I whispered back and smiled to myself. I wasn’t frightened anymore. Life, like riding behind Dutch on his motorcycle, had gone from scary to exhilarating and suddenly I couldn’t get enough.

  >>O<<

  This may not have been how I envisioned my wedding day when I was growing up but I wouldn’t have had it any other way now. Sheila and I were in the ladies room, finishing getting ready. We had teased our hair bigger than usual, wore far too much make up and were helping each other get dressed. Our dresses, maybe costumes was a better term, were complex but sexy as hell. Sheila was in red and I was in white. Each of us had on a lacy bra, panties and garter belt set, stockings with seams up the back and matching lace fingerless gloves that went to our elbows.

  Over that, we secured two leather dresses, mine white and Sheila’s red, that in no way covered our stocking tops or hid our cleavage. The leather high-heeled thigh boots that matched the dresses completed our outfits but that’s were Sheila took over. She had me draped in shiny chains, wound around my body and locked in place with padlocks. She had a white dog collar around my neck and would lead me out to the main bar on a leash. The judge was in on her plan and would present Dutch the keys to my chains after the ceremony.

  It was all in fun but my parents, especially my mom, were going to die. They were nice enough when I introduced them to Dutch earlier but I could tell they were hesitant and even more put off by the venue. I knew I was going to get a lecture at some point but I hoped Dutch and I could sneak out of the reception before she had the chance to corner me today. On the other hand, Dutch’s mom was a sweet woman, not that my mom wasn’t sweet or my dad wasn’t a good guy, but she was a lot more accepting. She thought the whole idea of getting married at The Oasis was a fun idea.

  A knock came at the door and Dutch’s mom, Suzie, poked her head in. “We’re ready if you are. Oh, my goodness, you both look so beautiful. Is that a collar and leash?” she announced.

  “Yeah, like it?” I asked her.

  “This is so much fun,” she replied and then asked, “Should I tell them five minutes?”

  “No, were ready,” I told her. I was nervous but it was more excitement than trepidation. I was so thrilled to be doing this, so excited to become Mrs. Harold “Dutch” Van Der Burg. I was shaking and felt as if I might explode. We heard the guitars begin to play the Wedding March. It was time to go. “You better be ready to catch me if I pass out,” I told Sheila.

  “You’ll be fine, Shauna,” she told me and then we hugged. After a moment, we parted and she tugged my leash. “Let’s go freak your mom out,” Sheila said. I laughed and it took the edge off slightly but I was still shaking.

  “I need a drink,” I said. Sheila smiled and out we went. The live band paused and then began the Wedding March again as I appeared out of the hallway. This time they played louder and with much more feeling. Sheila nodded at me and began to walk down the narrow isle created by our guests. The bar smelled of whisky and leather. I loved it.

  Dutch and Locke were both in full leathers, their boots polished and both in black t-shirts and leather vests covered in embroidered patches. I was almost disappointed Dutch didn’t have a half-naked woman on his t-shirt but later I found out he did. She was on the back. The judge, a fellow biker, was dressed in a similar fashion, but he wore a white button down with a bow tie under his leather vest.

  Dutch grinned as I followed Sheila and he saw the leash. Locke’s eye went big and he began to laugh. The guests murmured and camera flashes went off around us. My mom closed her eyes and shook her head. For some reason that made me smile. As we approached Dutch at the makeshift altar, a folding table with a red and white checkered tablecloth, Sheila handed the leash to my surprised father. He took it after a moment but he looked a little uncomfortable. I smiled at him as we took our places.

  “It’s all in fun, dad,” I said.

  “OK, you look beautiful. Strange, but beautiful,” he said.

  “Thanks!” I replied and then hugged him. The judge cleared his throat as we parted.

  “Dearly beloved...,” he started off. I didn’t hear half of it. I clearly remember the judge asking who was giving me away and my dad replying before awkwardly handing the leash to Dutch. I took my place next to my soon-to-be husband and don’t remember much else beyond exchanging rings and saying, “I do.” It was a blur but a pleasant blur.

  “I now pronounce you man and wife,” the judge said and then handed Dutch the key, “You may kiss and then unlock your bride.” Dutch laughed and I giggled. Sheila was crying and I think Locke shed a tear too. Dutch kissed me and brought me out of the blissful haze. Was I really married? Oh my God, this was not what I had dreamed of as a girl but it was still perfect. The judge asked us to face the crowd.

  “I’m thrilled to present Dutch and his old lady, Shauna,” the judge said loudly and the guests cheered. My mom was shaking her head again but my dad seemed to be getting into the spirit of things. He hugged me and my mom followed his lead though she seemed distant. Whatever. I wasn’t living my life to please Becky anymore and I wasn’t going to worry about pleasing my mom either. She’d have to get over it. Besides, we were just having fun.

  We drank, ate barbeque and danced. I even got Dutch to dance with me, though he was awkward at best. My dad danced with me and he told me my mom was happy for me but was having a hard time showing it. I guess I knew that but what was the big deal? On the other hand, Dutch’s mom, Suzie, was much more relaxed. She danced with anyone and everyone, including me and several leather-clad bikers.

  “I wish Dutch’s dad could have been here,” I told her as we danced.

  “He is. In spirit. He was always proud of Dutch and he would have loved you,” she said. I hugged Suzie.

  “Thank you. If only my mom was as accepting,” I said.

  “Don’t worry, after you and Dutch leave, I’ll work on her,” Suzie told me.

  “You have fun with that,” I replied and we both laughed. We passed on much of the traditional reception activities preferring to just hang o
ut, drink, eat and dance. Everyone was having fun but this was for the guests. Dutch and I had our own celebration planned. We were just going home but I felt like Dutch had some kind of surprise for me.

  “You might want to go soon. You should warn your mom too,” Shelia said.

  “Body shots?” I stated as much as asked.

  “At the least. I don’t want you getting too drunk at your own reception. Dutch has plans for you,” Sheila told me. I wanted to do it all, stay and get drunk, do body shots, whatever, but I also was eager to be alone with my new husband. I could party with our friends anytime. I was also curious about what Dutch had planned.