After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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Lana let her eyes feast on the the sexy waiter's walk, admiring his firm ass until it disappeared into the crowd of euphoric, dancing partiers.
She gave an impressed nod. "That is one fine ass if I do say so myself."
Then she swigged down her third shot of Jack. Instantly, her tummy was greeted by warmth. It felt as though the whiskey had given her whole body a hug, and she realized that in some cases, a bottle of Jack to somebody is, sadly, a bottle of hugs. Lonely people, cranky people, people whose life is just completely effed up - they all need hugs from time to time.
Raya interrupted Lana's deep thinking with shrill words, fighting to be heard over the incessant thump, thump of the club music. "So, Lana, you feeling it yet?"
"Nah. I'm barely feeling anything, but I should be humming after three shots - usually two shots has me ready to shake my little booty," she said, with a half-hearted jig. She saw Raya's face redden and Lana giggled. "Come on, Raya! You know you wanna give it a whirl on the dance floor," Lana teased, doing her best cabbage patch.
Raya made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a growl. "Lana! Stop embarrassing me!"
Raya reached out, snatching at Lana to pull her crazy ass back down into her seat.
"Damn it! How in Hades am I suppose to get any action tonight if you're over here doing wack-ass dance moves that should've been left in the nineties?" Raya whined.
"Hey, now! People love my wack. Besides, you haven't even spotted a target yet." Lana snapped as she transformed her cabbage patch into the running man. "Oh yeah, you like that don't ya, sis?"
Raya's lips began to turn up as a smile broke through her sour-puss expression.
"Yeah, that's right, Raya. Come on, let it out. This charismatic, silly gal knows what she's doing. I could get laid while doing this dance if I fancied." Lana swung her hips to and fro in pelvic thrust like a confidant male stripper, grunting and hopping in Raya's direction with each pump.
Raya couldn't resist anymore, and busted out in hysterics. Lana joined. The girls giggled until their tummies hurt. It was as though the laughter were water washing away all their stress and worries; drowning all the crazy BS that happened since being bitten by a werewolf.
"Now sit down," Raya insisted once she could breathe again. She patted the wooden bar stool, hoping Lana would plant her bottom there and chill.
A not-dancing Lana cocked her head to the side and raised a brow. "You no likey?" she said, trying some other embarrassing dance move that Raya couldn't even name. Raya knew her best bet would be to ignore Lana's silliness.
"Where's the waiter?" Raya wondered, but gave up when she ccouldn't find him after a few scans of the room. "Eh, just go get us some more drinks. Pretty please?" Raya gave the pouty face that always caved Lana. "You know I love you!" She yelled as Lana trotted off.
