by Sable Sylvan
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Ryan.
“What?” asked Owen.
“Maybe it’s crazy, but, how about we have a promotion at the club?” asked Ryan. “We can have a special night where, in order to enter Bear Buns, people have to donate six brand new cans of food. We’d check the expiration dates and everything.”
“Wouldn’t that cost you guys a lot of money?” asked Alicia.
“Trust me, we can afford to do this,” said Owen. “Plus, we’d get more business than usual because people would see this as a charitable activity, like those fancy charity dinners or pancake breakfasts.”
“We could go one step further,” said Ryan. “We could donate the night’s tips to the food bank. If we reach a certain goal, we could give out prizes. The prizes don’t have to be expensive. You know the ladies go nuts every time we throw shirts out into the audience.”
“That’s perfect. After all, we’ve been looking to get new merch. We could get rid of the old merch this way,” said Owen. “We could get all the guys together and come down to volunteer to raise awareness, maybe do a photoshoot holding cans over our crotches or something.”
“You guys would really do that for us?” asked Alicia.
“Of course, it’s the decent thing to do,” said Ryan. “Helen, what do you think?”
Helen smiled. “I think that’d be great,” said Helen. “The three of us should keep volunteering to do delivery and maybe work the Thanksgiving dinner.”
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After dinner, everyone helped clean up the food bank, taking out bags of expired or spilled cans, mopping floors, and wiping down surfaces. Alicia turned out the lights and locked up. Alicia and Jasmine said their goodbyes to Helen and the boys in the parking lot.
“So what’s there to do in Portland at night?” asked Ryan, who had taken the driver’s seat.
“Seriously? You guys want to do more stuff?” asked Helen. “I’m exhausted.”
“We could go back to your place if you just want to hang out,” said Owen.
“No frikkin’ way, my roomies are nosy fuckers,” said Helen. “You two have a hotel room, right? We could go back there and hang out.”
“Say no more,” said Ryan. He started the car and they drove through the streets of Portland until they reached a parking garage in downtown Portland. Ryan parked and he and Owen led Helen to an elevator. The elevator took them up to the tenth floor, where they got out and the boys led Helen to their room.
“Whoa, you two really went all out,” said Helen. She looked around the room. The walls of the room were made of dark hardwood and there was lush red carpeting with chocolate colored drapes. There was a large brown leather couch across from a television and there was even a little kitchenette.
Owen walked across the room and opened the curtain, revealing a great view of the Portland downtown area, with people hustling and bustling through neon lit streets. “You live in such a cute little city,” said Owen.
“Portland’s barely a city,” said Helen. “It’s nothing like Seattle, which I imagine must be so exciting to live in.”
“It is...but it’s missing something,” said Ryan, taking Helen’s hand into his. “It’s missing you.”
“Would you think about relocating?” asked Owen.
“It depends,” said Helen.
“On what?” asked Owen.
“Didn’t you two say that if you found your fated mate, you’d leave the Bear Buns club?” asked Helen.
“We’d leave the ‘Twelve Dancing Bears’, the dance troupe,” explained Ryan. “I don’t know if we’d ever leave the club, though. We might not dance anymore, but, we might do other stuff.”
“What kind of other stuff?” asked Helen.
“I’m a lawyer,” said Owen. “I actually passed the bar in Washington and do some pro-bono legal work, but if I wasn’t dancing, I could work in the back of the house.”
“And what are you?” Helen asked Ryan.
“You won’t believe it...but I’m actually an accountant,” said Ryan.
“No frikkin’ way. The grizzly bear bad boy is a number punching pencil pusher?” asked Helen.
“Yeah, and I already do a lot of the Bear Buns accounting work, so I’d just start doing more of it,” said Ryan. “What about you? What would you want to do in Seattle?”
“I’d probably do what I do here,” said Helen. “I write copy for a tech website, and I can do that anywhere.”
“So the question is, would you rather move up to Seattle, or have us move down to Portland?” asked Owen.
“I’d want to move to Seattle,” said Helen. “I like my life here, but there’s too many memories here, of...well, you know. Him.”
“Shh,” said Ryan, holding up a finger to Helen’s plush lips. “You don’t have to think about him anymore. After all, you’re with us...and this night, it’s all about you. No room for anyone else.”
“That’s right, baby,” said Owen, coming up behind Helen to press his cock against the crack of her gorgeous ass. He wrapped his hands around her hips, holding the front of her hips and pressing her ample buttocks against his cock. “Just let us please you. Let us pleasure you.”
“Let us worship you,” said Ryan, pulling of his shirt.
Owen led Helen over to the couch and sat her down. He walked to the curtains and closed them while Ryan started to unbutton his pants. Owen walked back over and took off his shirt. In front of Helen were the two handsomest men she’d ever met, their mate marks exposed to her, one in just a pair of tight black briefs, the other stripping down to match. The only question was, would she run, or would she stay?
Owen stood behind the couch, rubbing Helen’s shoulders and feeling the soft curves of her shoulders. She was truly a goddess meant to be worshipped, and that ex-boyfriend of hers wasn’t good enough for her. How could he be? He was but a meek wimp who had no clue how to treat a woman with curves.
Ryan stood in front of Helen, giving her a private show that rivaled the one he’d given the ladies when he was on stage at Bear Buns. That had been an act, but the dance he was giving her in the hotel room, that was a mating dance. His chest was bared, the mate mark on his chest pulsing with his heartbeat, and the bear inside him impatiently roared and told him to just take Helen, then and there. Ryan’s dark eyes flashed amber as the bear roared but Ryan held his bear back as he danced for Helen, flexing his muscles and showing her just how flexible he could be.
Owen turned on the television. A crackling fireplace video played, and Ryan walked over to a stereo system and hit play. A playlist of smooth rhythm and blues started to play. Helen couldn’t help but smile. The boys had really thought of everything.
There was a knock at the door. Ryan didn’t stop dancing while Owen put on pants quickly and opened up the door and paid and tipped the bellhop. Owen rolled a large cart into the room. It was stacked with fancy desserts. “You two really know how to show a girl a good time,” said Helen.
“I’m surprised,” said Ryan.
“Why?” asked Helen.
“Because this is the first time that we’ve ever taken a girl back to a hotel room,” explained Owen. “We’ve taken girls back to the cocktail room, and yes, a few times, we’ve broken the rules of the cocktail room and had sex...but we’ve never found someone we were absolutely sure was our mate. There’s no other girl we’d drive three hours for, help vanquish an evil ex-boyfriend, and help out at a charity event, before treating her to the finest room service that Portland has to offer.”
“‘I knew I was special to you, but I had no idea I was that special to you,” admitted Helen. “But know this. I’m ready...to take things to the next level.”
“How about we take this party to the bedroom?” asked Owen, rubbing Helen’s shoulders.
Helen looked over at Owen and then looked back at Ryan before looking down at the bulge in Ryan’s black briefs. “I thought you would never ask,” said Helen with a smile.
Chapter Eight
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Ryan picked Helen up off the couch and carried her hero style, with an arm under her hips and one under her knees, to the bedroom, while Owen wheeled the cart of goodies into the bedroom.
“You sure that we should be bringing food in here?” asked Helen.
“This isn’t the first hotel room that a Bear Buns dancer has trashed, and it won’t be the last,” said Ryan. He opened a cooler compartment on the cart and pulled out a can. He opened the can and sprayed its contents over his chest in no particular pattern. He had covered himself in whipped cream. “So, Helen, are you ready for dessert?”
“Am I ever,” said Helen. She pulled Ryan close and licked his chest. The heat of his body was already melting away the white frothy substance, but it was still creamy and sweet, like something else of Ryan’s she couldn’t wait to try. She put a hand on his waist and felt his firmness in her hands, but there was another firmness she wanted to feel, but couldn’t bring herself to so wantonly fondle...until Ryan pressed her hand down, lower, to his crotch. He wrapped her fingers around his meat and helped her rub back and forth on his erect cock.
“You like what you’re feeling?” asked Ryan huskily.
“Yes, and I want more,” said Helen, looking down at the shaft and watching it grow beneath her warm and tender touch.
“Then take more,” said Owen, who had slipped his pants back off. “And taste more.” He took a small silver gravy boat from the cart and carried it with him to the side of the bed...where he poured the contents of the gravy boat over his body. The container wasn’t filled with gravy, but with warm dark chocolate that was almost as dark as the horse on his chest.
Helen pulled Owen close with two hands and started to lick at his chest. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She felt a hand against her head, pushing her harder onto the firm pecs. Was it Owen’s hand? No, it was Ryan’s! Helen made eye contact with Ryan.
“That’s right, lick it up,” said Ryan. “Show us what you can do with that pretty little mouth.”
Was that a challenge? Because to Helen, that frikkin’ sounded like a challenge. She licked Owen’s pecs, the thick dark chocolate filling her mouth with its sweetness, but then, she pushed Ryan so he was close to Owen and in one movement, went from licking Owen’s chocolatey pecs to licking Ryan’s whipped cream covered chest.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” said Owen, running his hands through Helen’s hair. “You like your chocolate with cream? Well, two can play at that game.”
When Helen pulled away to take a breath, she leaned back against the bed, and watched as Owen and Ryan covered each other in chocolate and whipped cream respectively. But, what happened next shocked her. Owen pulled Ryan close and started to lick the whipped cream off of Ryan. Ryan wasn’t about to let Owen have all the fun, and when Owen got back up from licking cream off the edge of Ryan’s briefs, he pushed Owen onto the bed and got on top of him, licking chocolate off of Owen’s neck. Ryan and Owen’s bodies seemed to meld together, as the whipped cream and chocolate sauced mixed, and it became hard to tell where one bear shifter ended and the other werebear began.
Helen’s hand had by now wandered down past her jeans to hang out above her panties, rubbing over the wet spot that had formed. Ryan looked up from Owen. He’d scented the fated mate’s arousal before, but had been distracted by the smell of sweets. Owen followed Ryan’s gaze, looked back at Ryan who looked back at him, and the two smiled.
“You take the top?” asked Owen.
“And you take the bottom,” said Ryan.
Owen and Ryan rearranged themselves. Then, Ryan put his hands on the top of Helen’s pants.
“You want these off?” asked Ryan.
“Oh, yeah, baby, get’m off me,” said Helen, pushing her hips up so that Ryan could shimmy off her jeans.
“And how about that shirt?” asked Owen. “I know no girl wants to wear a bra when she’s trying to get comfortable...so let’s see those sexy curves of yours.”
Owen and Ryan got Helen out of her pesky clothes. There, in front of them, was a curvy goddess, a fertility goddess like one worshipped in times of old, resplendent even in a budget brand bra and panty set. “So, what do you think?” asked Helen.
“I think that we should all go have some fun in the shower,” said Owen, helping Helen off the bed. “And of course...you can’t shower in those undergarments.”
“Oh, but of course,” said Helen. “But I think I might need some help taking them off...boys? Do I have to do everything around here?”
Owen and Ryan didn’t have to be told twice. Ryan unlatched Helen’s bra and pressed his sweet, sticky body against Helen’s body...and Owen, well, he went for a more primal approach. He got on his knees, but instead of pulling the panties off? He ripped them off. Not with his hands, but with his mouth.
“Come on, you’re gonna love this,” said Ryan. Ryan took Helen’s hand in his. Even though this wasn’t the first time they’d held hands, Helen was still both shocked and aroused by how different his hands felt. They were firm, from spending so many nights doing intricate dance routines, many which involved his hands either on the floor or on a poll, and rough and marked with the mark of the bear shifter, a mark that meant that he was not merely a shifter, but one of the most powerful common species of shifter.
He led Helen to the bathroom that she hadn’t seen yet and turned on a light. Helen was so amazed she covered her mouth. The bathroom was done up in dark green marble that looked like jade, and there were brass detailings, just like the cocktail room back at Bear Buns. The centerpiece was a large round piece of glass, which had a large mosaic floor with two large white marble benches. There was a rack of bath and body products as well as a stack of large hot white fluffy towels on a towel warmer.
Ryan led Helen into the circular area. Helen looked around for shower heads. The walls were made of glass, with no shower heads embedded. Ryan pressed a button, and Helen was shocked by warm water flowing not from the walls, but up, from the ceiling. She looked up. There was a rainfall style shower head, or rather, an array of waterworks that made it seem as if they were really outside in the rain or under a waterfall, with different shower heads creating a multifaceted showering experience. Part of the shower was like a light sunshower while another part was as intense as white rapids.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Helen. She’d never seen a shower like this in her life. She was expecting a regular small hotel shower, where they’d have to take turns to shower. This was like something out of a wild porno, and she felt herself falling in love with Owen and Ryan’s lifestyle. If somebody had told her last month that she’d be in a luxury hotel with two bear shifter strippers, she would’ve laughed in their face, but here she was. It was truly a testament to the life changing property of true love and of fate.
“Yes frikkin’ way,” said Owen, following after Ryan and Helen. In his hands was a toiletries basket filled with loofahs, soaps, and other products. “So now will you do the honors?” Owen held out a loofah and some shower gel.
Helen squirted the shower gel onto the loofah. The scent of pine and lemon hit her. This wasn’t a fake pine or lemon scent. This didn’t smell like disinfectant. No, it smelled like the woods and like a freshly baked pie. It made her think of the witch’s house from Hansel and Gretel. She squeezed the loofah a few times to make it frothy and then pressed the loofah to Owen’s body, scrubbing away the sugary deliciousness and watching it go down the drain.
“Don’t forget about me, babe,” said Ryan. He held out a loofah to Helen and Helen squeezed more body wash on it and rubbed over Ryan’s body with the loofah, but as she did, she felt two things against her back.
First of all, hitting just above the small of her back was Owen’s cock, hard, pressed against the curvature of her back, searching for any place suitable for a rubbing.
Secondly, she felt a loofah against her back, hitting all the spots that she couldn’t quite hit herself, like the area where her bra straps and bra band met, like the place where he
r bra clasped and slightly below it where her chair at work pressed and rubbed. Helen couldn’t help but buck back against Owen’s touch.
Ryan took this as an opportunity to make this into a sudsy sandwich. He took his loofah, rinsed it off under the water, and covered it with body wash, but instead of using his loofah to wash off Helen, he did something naughty. He covered himself with soap suds...and then, he rubbed himself over Helen’s body, using his body as a sponge.
Helen loved the feeling of Ryan’s body under hers. But, something felt off and she couldn’t quite figure out what. When she looked down, she found her answer...
“No frikkin’ way, you guys are still in your underwear?” asked Helen.
“Well, you never remembered to unwrap us,” said Owen, grabbing at his crotch before tracing lines around his shaft, from base to tip, all the way around the head.
“But better late than never,” said Ryan. “Come on. Show us what you want to do with us.”
“Fine, but you’re gonna have to sit down, the both of you,” said Helen, putting her hands on her hips.
Ryan exchanged a knowing look with Owen and sat down on one of the marble benches. There was no way Helen was planning on having them sit next to each other unless she wanted to orchestrate a good old fashioned sword fight in the mouth. The prospect of a double blowjob made Ryan even harder than he already was.
Helen paced back and forth over in front of them slowly, so as not to slip. “So exactly how should I punish you two for not stripping down for me?” asked Helen, crossing her arms in front of her breasts.
“You could let us get away with a warning,” said Owen. He looked over Helen. She was such a multifaceted woman, and he had to admit, that the prospect of outsassing her and getting punished for it was highly erotic. This was a woman he would do anything for, gladly, and he was always up for some light domination by a gorgeous woman, especially if that woman had curves that could stop a raging shifter dead in its tracks.
“I could also have you two be my slaves for the night,” said Helen, putting a finger under each of their chins and letting it stay there until her next statement. Helen took the time to draw out her words and keep the men on edge. They could play dominant, but in reality, it was her who had the real control over the situation, because with just a word, she could have them sitting at attention waiting for their next orders. “Or, I could do this...” Helen got down on her knees in front of Ryan and stripped off his underwear, using her hands because she didn’t have a powerful jaw like Owen. She slipped the underwear all the way off of him, at least, to the ankles, and Ryan slipped his feet out of the underwear.
