Chapter Four
Myra
Myra left her sister’s house with the perfect pair of ankle-breaking, strappy heels that will go perfectly with her outfit. It was a pale pink five-inch pumps with silver spikes on the heels. It was the spikes that drew her to the shoes. They gave her a certain edge that made her feel confident and like a badass.
When she got home, she went straight up to her bedroom, in need of a nap. She quickly stripped off her clothing and shifted into her vixen form. She stretched her small animal body and shook out her black and grey fur. She hopped up on her bed and curled into a tight ball.
"Me in heat," She chuckled before allowing sleep to claim her.
Sometime later, Myra sensed someone entering her bedroom. Their scent was familiar, so she kept her eyes closed and her guard down. She purred as she felt the pleasant sensation of someone scratching her behind her ear. Her tail wagged in joy as she opened her eyes and gazed up at Megan’s smiling face.
“As much as I love this fluffy, cuddly side of you... you need to shift back so we can get ready.” Megan cooed, giving Myra one more scratch before patting her on the butt.
Myra let out a big yawn and stretched like a lazy cat. She leapt off the bed and walked over to her bathroom, shifting upon entering. She then grabbed her silk bathrobe and threw it on.
“I’m glad you got a quick vixen nap... this means there are no excuses tonight, and it also means that I’ll forgive you for not calling me after you left Myrielle’s.”
Megan stated as she opened her travel bag and started pulling different items out of it.
“So, how drunk do you plan to get me?” Myra asked while leaning against the bathroom door frame brushing her teeth.
“Well, Myrielle did call me...”
“Damn that sister of mine...”
“And she told me the most interesting thing about you... that you’re in heat. So, am I to expect unwanted advances and free drinks all night long?” Megan smiled, folding her arms under her breasts.
“Aren’t you working tonight?”
“Oh please, my best bitch is in heat. She’s going to need a wing-woman. I have already called and switched schedules with another dancer.”
“I. Am. Not. In. Heat. It’s just the flu or something.” I hope.
Megan smirked as she pulled out several different outfits. “Okay... well, I’ve stopped off at the pharmacy and got you condoms and lube... heavens knows you got none of those. Also, whatever you were planning to wear, forget it. You’re my Barbie doll tonight.”
“Ummm...” Myra suddenly felt the urge to shift and run away from Megan.
But Megan had other plans. She shoved a tube in Myra’s hand and pushed her back into the bathroom.
“Now, that’s hair removal cream... the industrial-grade type... get rid of that bush, I’m positive, you’re gardening between your thighs... and shave your pits too.”
“Who said?”
“Bathroom now! It’s almost 10:30, and I want to get to the club before midnight.” Megan barked at her.
“Okay... Okay. Keep your panties on.”
“I’m not wearing any.”
“No wonder I smell rotten fish,” Myra laughed as she shut the bathroom door on Megan’s playful shocked face.
Ivy Dorm Nightclub - 12:15 am
Myra won the outfit war against Megan and was able to wear what she wanted. It was a pale-pink, laced spaghetti strap dress with a sweetheart neckline. The dress was short, about mid-thigh in length, and there was a slit on one side stopping near her panty line.
Megan had opted for a black halter dress. The skirt of the dress was leather, while the top half had lace. The neckline was a deep plunge to her navel, and her entire back was bare.
“Billy,” Megan flirted with the tall, muscular bouncer guarding the club’s front doors.
“Trouble... and I see you brought out Mouse to play with today,” He answered, leaning down for Megan to kiss him on the cheek. “Be a good girl... the Boss has some high rolling VIPs in tonight.”
He opened the door and allowed them to pass through, earning groans and complaints from people lined up outside, still waiting to get in.
“They’re playing our song. Shots! Shots! Shots!” Megan sang and danced along to the music that was blasting from the hidden speakers. She pulled Myra towards the bar, weaving through packed, dancing bodies. “Jillybee.”
“Hey Trouble... the usual?” A woman from behind the bar said. She had short, spikey unicorn colour hair and a big smile on her face.
“Not working tonight... this is my everyday wife, Myra... and Myra, this is my work woman, Jill,” Megan shouted over the music.
Myra smiled and waved to the bartender.
“Jello shots... I, we, want to taste the rainbow.” Megan ordered. Jill smirked and nodded at the request. She then poured two tequila shots and placed them on the counter in front of them with two lime wedges and a salt shaker.
“That’s not jello,” Myra said innocently, looking at the shot as if it was poison.
“It’s a warm-up.” Megan laughed.
Megan used one of the lime wedges to wet the skin on her hand, and then she sprinkled salt on the damp spot. Myra followed, but she could already taste the regret and hangover that was to come.
“To getting fucked!” Megan cheered as they licked the salt, swallowed the shot and sucked the lime. “YES!”
“ARGH!” Myra replied.
“Miladies... your rainbows,” Jill said, returning with a tray of colourful jello shots consisting of a double portion of seven different colours.
“Who’s working the VIP lounge tonight?” Megan asked as they arranged the shots on the bar top.
“Becca and Ashley are waitressing; Josh is behind the bar, and Tommy’s at the door,” Jill answered. “FYI: the wolves are on the prowl tonight.”
“Really?! Drink up, Myra! I want to dance.”