Jason walked through Guilty Pleasures in his typical manner; cocky swagger, flirting with everyone and everything that moved. Well, more like everyone, but really, what's the difference? His leather pants were tight, very tight, and left no doubt that the only thing underneath the poured on black fabric was himself. His shirt was interesting, it was the only word that could describe it. It was something like plastic, a dark blue, and fishnet. It didn't look like it would be particularly comfortable, but at the same time, didn't seem to bother Jason.

He walked the room, eyes passing over all the people, until one in particular caught his attention. She sat at the far end of the bar, looking a little downcast, and wasn't appearing to enjoy the show on stage as much as she had originally planned to. Or one would assume she had planned to. The plum coloured highlights at the front of her dark hair made Jason smile, and he purchased a drink for himself and for the woman as he approached. Sitting down beside her, he gave a cross-eyed look. Not at her, but at the second man approaching, oddly enough, in the exact same way.

***

Zane ambled through Guilty Pleasures with a liquid grace that most people only wished they could have. Well, all people, unless you started counting other lycanthropes. He was dressed almost normal, at least for himself. His faded blue jeans were almost impossibly tight, leaving some in wonderment that he could pull them on at all. A practiced skill. There were holes in several parts of them, although not nearly enough for the eyes of most of the women in the club. His shirt was tight to his lanky, yet muscular chest, the arms of the t-shirt wide enough to flap a little. The shirt appeared to be from the 80's, and was a fading grey and army green, with "GI JOE" plastered on the front.

The women at Guilty Pleasures were always hanging off him, and well, as fun as it was, sometimes he wanted a little challenge. The woman at the bar looked like just that, in the sense that she absolutely did not seem interested in what was going on around her, at all. Zane picked up his pace towards her. She would be interested in him, or well, that was his plan for the night. His challenge. It helped that she was cute too.

Zane watched as Jason sat down on the opposite side of the woman, and almost growled. His challenge. Not Jason's. But, the friendly side of him won out. He wasn't all that adverse to sharing, as long as the chick was cool with it too. Who knew, maybe it would turn out to be all that much more fun.
Zane ordered his own drink, and slid into the seat on the opposite side of Jason, smiling at both the 'wolf, and the woman as he sat down.

***

It had not been a good week. Really. At all. No luck, no man, and most importantly, no sex. Fights with almost everyone she knew. Yeah, the week had not rated highly on any sort of list. And what do normal people do when the week doesn't go their way? Well, Ashley really wouldn't know, she wasn't exactly someone that would fit on the 'normal' list. But the way she was trying to cheer herself up was at Guilty Pleasures, a strip club known for its yummy lycanthropes, vampires, and other supernatural creatures. She figured maybe seeing mass quantities of handsome flesh would have cheered her up, instead, she was sitting at the bar, depressed. She wanted those mass quantities of handsome flesh, all to herself. To do what she wanted to. Or for them to do what they wanted to her. Either way. She just wanted them.

She looked to the right as the natural blonde took the seat beside her. Well, looked doesn't really describe it. It was more like eyed up and down, and tried not to actually let drool seep out of her mouth. Sure, he was short, but his lanky and lithe body more than made up for that. And with the clothes he was wearing, she could certainly get a good idea of that body. Her mind wandered as she stared, imagining what was under his poured on clothes, and whether she had any chance in hell of seeing it.
He smiled at her, and pushed a drink along the smooth bartop, landing it right into her palm. She smiled confusedly, and he grinned. "It's a drink. I bought it for you." Her look turned that much more confused, and she stifled a cough as she looked around the bar, finally refocussing her eyes on the blonde. "For me?" she asked, unable to keep surprise from seeping into her voice. He nodded.

"Well, it landed in your hand, that would be a pretty good indication." he held out one of his hands. "I'm Jason, you have a name?" she took his hand, and it was soft, warm to the touch, and left her longing to touch more of him. Her hand lingered in his as long as possible, and Jason didn't seem to mind. He actually made no effort to regain his hand.

Finally, she regained enough control over her body to reply to Jason, and smiled a little, wondering how long she had actually just been feeling his hand, off in her own little world imagining it in on other places than just her palm. "I'm Ashley," she replied, her voice sounding a little better. "Thanks for the drink." Jason didn't get a chance to reply as Zane slipped into the seat on Ashley's left, taking the more direct approach. Instead of a drink and a handshake, he put both hands on her shoulders, massaging softly.

Ashley shivered at the sudden soft touch on her shoulders, and slowly turned her head to see who was doing it. Her mouth dropped open at the sight, and she didn't have mind enough to force it closed. To going along with the shorter natural blonde on her right, was the guy on her shoulders, a tall, bleached blonde, with spikey hair, and apparently equally as wonderful hands. His soft digits gently assailed her shoulders, and it was enough to make her need to stifle a moan.

As Zane's hands worked her shoulders, he slowly brought his mouth down to her ear. "I'm Zane," he whispered, his warm breath lingering on her earlobe, sending a tingle all the way down her spine. "It's nice to meet you....you have a name?"

The same question twice in one night, but two of the most delicious men she had spotted in the bar. If this was a dream, Ashley certainly had no intention of waking up. "Ashley," she replied, and it came out whispered, almost breathless. It was then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason getting up out of his seat. Her heart dropped, thinking he was leaving, but that fear was quickly eradicated, as he made his way behind her, and stood beside Zane. They made an interesting contrast, the pair. Both blonde, but opposing heights. It would have been nice to compare them for a while, if her mind wasn't becoming more and more clouded by other thoughts.

Jason and Zane whispered back and forth for the briefest of moments, and finally, both with smiles on their faces, they continued the massage, Zane's skilled fingers at her shoulders still, while Jason's soft, warm hands began to explore lower. He traced Ashley's spine with his index finger skillfully, and the touch felt like a slow fire heating itself up inside of her. She bit down on her lip to stifle another moan, and Jason's hands began massaging her lower back, slowly moving to her front, massaging around her ribs. It was like beautiful torture, and she enjoyed every second.

Zane smiled, his hands and fingers moving up to trace Ashley's neck, her jawline. Finally, his mouth ended up at her ear, and without warning, his tongue found her earlobe, flicking it. When a moan finally escaped, despite Ashley's efforts, a sly smile crossed Zane's face, and he began to suck softly on her lobe. Ashley's eyes drifted closed with lust and a hopeful anticipation that teasing her wasn't the boys' only goals for the night.

Jason watched as Zane's affections became more and more erotic, and slowly let his own hands snake up Ashley's sides, until his face stood in front of hers. One hand moved to embed itself in silky dark hair, fingers moving lithely, caressing her scalp tenderly. The barest of smiles trickled its way onto Ashley's mouth, and Jason took it as an invitation to capture it, his soft lips pressing to hers torturously slow. His tongue flicked against her upper lip, patiently yet anxiously awaiting permission to pass into her mouth. With another soft moan, Ashley gave way to Jason's tongue, which began to trace each tooth in turn.

Zane's eyes were focussed on Jason's affections, and he almost jealously let his lips leave Ashley's earlobe, tongue instead licking a fine line along her jaw, cheek pressing against hers. Ashley tried to move her head back, to press against Zane's body, but she was held firmly in place by the combination of the two boys.

Finally, the two stopped their excavations, pulling away almost in unison. Eyes fluttering open, Ashley's hands reached forward, trying to keep Jason close, and he stepped back, moving closer to Zane. He casually slipped an arm around the taller man, his hands secretly caressing his firm butt through the soft fabric of his jeans. Ashley let out a small whimper at their distance, Ashley's head tilting towards them, the thought that it had all been a joke, a cruel tease, becoming all too real.

Finally, after several long moments, Zane opened his mouth to speak. "People are staring, Ashley. I believe they may be jealous of you…" he smiled, gravely voice managing to be incredibly sexy, while his smile revealed his upper and lower 'leopard fangs.
"As much as we like the attention, we don't want to share you with all these people…" Jason added, reaching one arm out towards her. "We want you all to ourselves. Would you like that?" he smiled sweetly, feigning innocence. The look on Ashley's face, a wide-eyed attempt to cover a smile, was more then enough to answer in the positive, but, after coughing once, and taking several stabilizing breaths, she affirmed Jason's question with a choked yes.

Jason carefully pulled her from the bar stool, using enough force to propel her into the middle of himself and Zane. Zane's hands wrapped protectively and lovingly around Ashley, clasping at her waist, and he leaned over her shoulder. "There are rooms here….I don't know If you would like to go someplace else though….I'm sure a nice walk could be fun." He grinned. "That….and I'm sure there's….more to do elsewhere." He winked knowingly at Jason.

"My place…" she breathed, almost drowning in the surprise she held for her sudden good fortune. "It's close…nice. If you want." Jason grinned.

"But of course…you tell us the way, and we'll make sure you have a great time getting there….and an even better time afterwards." The two encircled her, hiding her away from the prying eyes at Guilty Pleasures, while they gave her yet another taste of her own pleasure. Jason's hands crept further up this time, caressing her breasts through the light fabric of her tank top, while he gently kissed her neck.

"Just a hint…the barest hint of what's to come…" he whispered, and Zane nodded. With that, they set off towards the exit, and out into the cool air of the night.

***

The boys traipsed up the final flight of stairs, each holding one of Ashley's hands in theirs, cradling them protectively and possessively, with a hint of gentle loving, all indications of what was to come once they finally made it to Ashley's apartment.
Zane, leading the way up the narrow staircase, opened the door to Ashley's apparent floor, and finally stopped them outside her door. "Do you have keys babe?" he asked, and she nodded, almost frantically staring at one of the pockets of her jeans. Zane gave an evil look to both Ashley and Jason.

"Oh, they're in your pockets? Well, we'll just have to find them, won't we? Jason, be a dear, and make sure they aren't in her back pockets." The smaller blonde nodded, and his hands feathered over her butt, almost massaging, as he made the illusion of searching those back pockets. Zane did much the same on her front, although his hands first snaked along the fronts of her thighs, as if patting her down. At the bulge the keys left in her front left pocket, Zane smiled, and rubbed along that spot, letting the keys press into her delicate flesh as his hand ran a circle, fingers teasingly finding her inner thigh for only painful moments.

"Are you ready to go inside Ashley?" Jason asked, as he pushed himself up against her back a little, his hardening groin pressing against her, rubbing her slowly. "As much as I love staying in the hall, I find that the options for what we can do just totally intensify and increase once we open that door…." He trailed off as his hot breath hissed against her neck, and he kissed it, nibbling the soft flesh ever so slightly.

"Yes…." She breathed, fairly incoherent at the two sexy men's affections. "Inside good…" she moaned, biting her lip as Zane's fingers tickled their way up to the start of the pocket, before dipping their way inside, fumbling around as if the small space held all too many options as to where said keys may lay. His fingers pressed against the very beginning of her inner thigh, before he finally picked up the keys, letting the edge of one drag across her denim covered skin, before being extricated from their captivity. He dangled the keys in front of her face, and smiled, before moving his head to almost the precise spot Jason was, his lips trailing both Ashley's neck, and the blonde's soft cheek. Finally, after a short moment that seemed torturously longer, he moved his mouth to her opposing ear.

"Let's go inside….the fun's only beginning…." She moaned, and Jason seemed to also, as the three, moving almost in unison, moved through the now-unlocked door, and into the sweet privacy that Ashley's apartment held.

Jason lagged behind for the brief moment that it took to close the door and lock in safely, flicking on the light switch for the living room as he did. "So this would be your home sweet home, would it babe? You'll have to give us a grand tour…although I'm sure that within the span of the entire night, we can find everything it holds all on our own. I mean, the night IS still young." He gave a sensual grin, and wrapped himself around her front, his body and Zane's pressed frighteningly close together, moving in tandem.

Zane on Ashley's left, Jason on her right, the two, legs spread enough that Ashley's leg and hip lay in between their own, began to slowly move up and down her body, a certain part of them pressing on her body the entire time. For Zane, the taller of the two, she felt it from just above her hip all the way to her feet, while for the shorter man, it was from below the hip to the same spot at her feet, the two moving at frighteningly similar pace, their hands feathering all over.

Ashley moaned softly, growing louder as the two continued, until finally she was alternating between pressing herself into Zane, and pressing into Jason. Finally, after torturing her for several long minutes, Jason quickly moved in front of her, pulling Ashley tight against him. He lifted her slowly, and her legs wrapped around his waist, body parts aligned and pressing into each other. Jason claimed her lips, walking backwards towards the couch, while Zane massaged Ashley's back, slowly lifting the soft, light fabric of her shirt away from her back and up. Jason gave him enough room to pull the shirt completely off, leaving her in only her jeans, and her black bra.

Zane's talented fingers tickled along the soft flesh of her back, settling on her shoulders where he massaged, both softly and roughly. Jason made it to the couch, and sat, Ashley flush in his lap, and Zane knelt down beside them, fingers finally finding the single clasp that kept the two men from enjoying the full view of Ashley's upper body. There was a barely audible snap, followed by the coolness of the air in the apartment as it assailed her now free breasts.

Jason carefully extricated himself from Ashley, instead laying her down on the couch, his fingers trapped in the belt loops of her jeans, several creeping inside them, as he slowly moved to straddle her, ending up around her knees.

"What do you want?" he whispered, his voice holding tinges of lust, promises of wonderful things if Ashley could just come up with the right answer. Jason's face slowly crept towards hers, until his lips were directly over hers, about a foot away. She wanted to crane upwards, to meet their softness, but Zane held her shoulders from behind her, and Ashley whimpered.

"Do you want me, Ashley? Do you want us?" he asked, again whispering, his voice like a fire sent straight through her body, tightening parts of her. She whimpered again, and nodded, almost frantically.

"I want you…" she whispered, the words coming out breathy and harsh. "Anything…please…" her eyes fluttered between open and closed, and Jason's soft hands trailed the length of her body, over her breasts, down her stomach, until they were resting back on the top of her pants. They rested there, moving along the front for several moments, until Ashley almost thought Jason had just been playing, that nothing was going to come of this. Then, suddenly, his fingers began deftly undoing the button, her fly, and her pants slowly eased off of her hips. Ashley raised her butt off the couch in response, and Jason continued sliding the denim off her, until it sat in a pile on the floor.

His hands went back to her hips, tracing along her thighs, before they slowly dipped inward, running along the length of her still satin covered groin area. His fingers danced, almost teasing, and Ashley bit her lip, alternating between whimpers and moans. Jason's fingers continued their slow travels, until just when Ashley thought she couldn't take it anymore, two fingers slipped under the fabric, now running along flesh, before one slowly dipped inside her.

Ashley bucked, trying to press up into the finger, but Zane held her in place. She looked at him with a mix of confusion, and lust filled frustration, but he simply placed a finger over her mouth, smiling peacefully. Without any further warning, his head slowly dipped downwards, but not to her mouth. Instead, it settled on her right breast, licking and sucking gently at her nipple, while his hands played with her left. His tongue worked around her nipple, trailing a wet line on the soft skin, and he slowly began taking her breast into his mouth, sucking the entire time, like a child, only slightly softer.

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