Baby Can I Upgrade You?

5. Hound Dogs

Imani

Howling permeates the room. The lights in the room dim as smoke cascades off the edge of the stage, and a diffused yellow spotlight shines on the back curtain of the stage. A silhouette of a werewolf-like character starts to emerge from the ground and stands with its back arched in the spotlight, letting out a loud howl. Suddenly, two more spotlights shine on either side of the stage, and more hybrid characters come crawling out of the shadows while feral growling and barking fills the room. They converge in the middle where the first one emerged and slowly start crawling forward menacingly like a pack on a hunt. I'm not gonna lie, this is a little scary. The pack picks up its pace and is almost to the end of the stage where it looks like it plans on jumping off and onto us! Jesus, take the wheel! I slide back on the couch, bracing myself for the impact. They all jump up but don't come forward as expected. Instead, they fly backwards as though something pulled them back and surprised gasps fill the room.

"Down boys! Down!" The booming male voice from earlier speaks, and a tall, muscular man with salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and tan skin emerges out of the shadows. He is wearing a tailored pinstripe suit pants and a matching buttoned up waistcoat with no shirt, showing off his broad shoulders and ripped arms. "Sorry about that, ladies. The boys get a little wild around pussy... Excuse my French," he speaks in his sexy gravelly voice and chuckles at the end.

There are gasps, giggles, "Oohs," and "Aahs" floating throughout the room at this fine piece of man before us. He is a real silver fox and can get it any day!

"My name is Master Mason, and I am the Hounds'...trainer, if you will. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. That's why I get 'em young." He winks at us with a sly smile, and the room fills with girlish giggles and applause. "Boys, use your house training and come introduce yourselves!" Master Mason shouts and loudly bangs his black cane three times on the floor.

The sound of footsteps fill the room as the "creatures" from earlier come back on stage but are walking upright this time. The stage lights turn on, and there are gasps and cheers from all around the room as our eyes are assaulted by the mountains of muscles before us. There are eight super-ripped shirtless men on stage in black jeans and dog masks covering their faces. All I see are muscles on muscles, washboard abs, and bulging veins that lead you down the V to heaven. Lord, have mercy! Candi pushes her finger under my chin to shut my gaping mouth. I am literally drooling!

The first guy steps forward, ripping off his pit bull mask. "The name's B Dog, and I'm fighting the urge to make you all the happiest women on earth tonight!" He shouts out and grabs his crotch when he mentions urges. The room comes alive with "Oohs" and applause. B Dog is about six feet one with long dirty blonde hair, sky blue eyes, perfect teeth, and a swoon worthy dimple. His muscled body is tanned to perfection. He looks like a surfer, and I bet he has no tan lines.

Guy number two follows B Dog's lead. "I'm Chaz Dog. They call me the fireman because I turn the hoes on!" he speaks very confidently and points all over the room as he shouts out the last part. The room erupts in screams and applause. Chaz is about five feet eleven with gorgeous caramel skin and green eyes. He has that fuckboy haircut with two lines on the side and a killer smile with elongated canines that kind of make him look like a sexy vampire.

"It's Oli Dog, loves. I'm like a Rubik's Cube; the more you play with me, the harder I get!" he speaks in the sexiest British accent I have ever heard, and the room fills with whistles, shouts of "marry me," and hysterical screaming. He is definitely a crowd favorite. Oli is about six feet tall and kind of pale with chestnut hair, piercing dark blue eyes, a mischievous smile, and an awesome full sleeve on his right arm.

"Ari Dog in the house! I'm no weatherman, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight," he booms out in his sexy deep voice and winks at us when he drops his punchline. There are a couple of giggles intermingled with the raucous. Clearly, only a few of us go it. Ari is a tall glass of dark chocolate milk with a full beard and plump kissable lips. He is the biggest of the bunch and covered in tattoos.

"I'm Freddy Dog. I'm no Fred Flintstone, but I can still make your bed rock!" There is a mild reaction to his intro, and I feel bad for the kid. Freddy looks to be the youngest with floppy blonde hair, brown eyes, and a boyish grin. He is the smallest body wise but is still very ripped and attractive.

"D Dog! I would tell you a joke about my thing.... but it's too long," he nonchalantly introduces himself, and the room loses its mind with cat calls, whistles, and screams. D Dog is gorgeous with shoulder length black hair and magical gray eyes. His angular face and tatted up body make him look like a rocker bad boy, and he sure has the attitude to match!

"I'm Aiden Dog, and you'll never want to leave the garden of Aiden." He runs his hand down his abs and into his pants, and the room goes berserk with cheers. Aiden is really handsome with the nicest brows I've seen on a guy framing blue-green eyes, a razor-sharp jaw, and pink pouty lips. He looks like a real-life Ken doll! I don't see how it can get better than this!

The last guy walked up to the front slowly with swag and confidence rolling off his body in waves. Who is he? He slowly pushes his mask off with both hands and my breath catches in my throat when I see his gorgeous face.

"It's Jay Dog. Remember my name. You'll be screaming it later," he drawls out sexily, and I swear he's looking right at me as he cocks his head up at the end. Oh, Lord! Jay is hands down the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. His flawless cappuccino skin adorns his Adonis-like body. It is only interrupted by a fierce geometric wolf tattoo on his left shoulder. He is about six feet two with broad shoulders I just want to cling on to. His beautiful hazel eyes, full lips, and sexy five o'clock shadow are the stars of his angular face. He has a fade which goes up into his dreads that are tied in a panty-dropping man-bun. I have to cross my legs at all the dirty thoughts running through my head right now. If I had just ten minutes with you...

"Good boys! Now, let's give these ladies what they came here for!" Master Mason's voice booms unexpectedly, pulling me out of my sinful fantasizing. The guys fall in line, gyrating their hips as "All the Time" by Jeremih fills the room.