 Raul slipped into the locker room and stripped out of his old jeans and stained, ratty gray shirt. He pulled black leather pants and a vest from his locker. “You’re late,” his cousin, Tadeo drawled. He made exaggerated sniffing noises. “And you’re a little—what’s the word? Gamey.” Raul turned around. “I don’t have time to shower and he’s a human, he’ll think I’m manly smelling.” “Ooww… what the hell happened to you?” Tadeo took a few steps in Raul’s direction and motioned to his thigh. “That looks painful.” “It is. My fugitive was a centaur.” Tadeo winced. “You shouldn’t stand behind them. They kick.” “Thank you.” Raul pulled the vest on and buttoned all the carved, silver buttons. “What did you do with him?” “Who?” Raul stepped into the leather pants, fitted them over his hips and fastened his fly with buttons that matched those on his vest. “My client!” “Oh, him.” Tadeo gave him a mischievous smirk. “I put him in a playroom, let enough wolf out to watch him squirm, told him to take off everything but his jeans and stand in the corner. Then I turned the lights out.” Raul choked back a laugh. “You’re a jerk.” “You laughed. What does that make you?” Tad shrugged. “He’ll think it’s all part of the experience.” Raul ignored the question and took a few steps to the large, three panel mirror turning so he had a good view of his ass. Tadeo jumped forward, smacked Raul’s right cheek and danced out of reach, laughing. “No, your ass doesn’t look fat. It’s round and makes me want to drool.” Chasing after Tadeo he shoved against his shoulders. “You’re really a jerk.” “And you’re late. That poor kid has been standing in a corner for a half hour.” Tadeo clapped Raul’s shoulder. “Go get ‘em, tiger…uh… wolfie.” Raul flipped Tadeo off and walked backward to the locker room door. He pushed the door shut on Tadeo’s cackling laughter. **** Brandon was too nervous to try looking at his watch. He wiggled his toes against the cool concrete and wondered how long it’d been. His cock was still painfully full, and his balls were so tight he worried they might just split apart. When the door opened and clicked shut again, he jumped. The lights were turned up to a soft glow. An intoxicating scent of leather mixed with a slight bit of sweat swirled around Brandon. “Is that too bright?” A rough, deep voice asked. Brandon’s heart rate kicked up a notch. “N-no.” “No, what?” Taking a deep breath, Brandon immediately answered, “No, sir.” “Turn ‘round.” Brandon nodded and carefully turned around. Feeling a little weak in his knees, he took in the sight before him. Dressed in well-worn black leather, the man had dark, slightly mussed hair, broad shoulders and muscular arms that weren’t overly bulky. The V neckline of his leather vest showed off a dusting of dark hair that likely covered his chest. Between the gap in the vest and his low-slung pants was a strip of dark hair that drew Brandon’s attention. Brandon couldn’t help focusing on the werewolf’s deep navel. His pants stretched over thick thighs and were no doubt cut to particularly show off the package between his legs. A dark, five o’clock shadow accentuated his cheekbones, but it was his rakish grin and glowing copper eyes that took Brandon’s breath away. The werewolf cocked his head and asked, “Are you old enough to do this?” “Y-yes, sir. I’m twenty-five. I gave my ID at the desk.” “Where is it?” Brandon nodded at the pile of clothes in a square, plastic basket in one corner. “My phone and wallet are under my shirt.” “May I?” “Yes.” The werewolf moved the shirt and pulled out Brandon’s wallet, opening it and then scrutinizing Brandon’s driver’s license. He replaced everything, and Brandon noticed how he carefully refolded Brandon’s shirt. “Sorry, but I like to verify things myself sometimes. Minors do try to sneak in here. I’m Raul.” “Brandon.” Raul nodded and motioned to the basket. “I know.”     
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