He was out in front of the Club greeting people and shaking hands, telling the guys how horny the dancers inside were and kissing the ladies' hands telling them that they were as good looking at any of the girls inside no matter what they really looked like. He looked quite dashing in his signature black leather pants and red silk shirt, he wore a tailored vest as well, his long black hair pulled into a tail and several silver hoops adorning each ear. He looked up as he heard the roar of a powerful engine and saw the convertible come by, smiling to himself; it looked like the fun might begin soon.
Kissing a last hand, he slowly walked to the parking lot to meet her. Giving her his hand he helped her out of her car.
"Bianca how are you tonight?" He kissed her hand, letting his warm lips linger a moment to rub over her fingers. Her hand was cool to the touch. "Have you fed tonight?"
She smiled for him as he helped her from the car and headed for the side door to go up to his office. He had paperwork that needed to be taken care of if this was going to work. He ground his teeth, he loathed paperwork, but the deal he had his legal team draw up should work fine. It could be sealed with blood and sex but there would need to be real signatures on the paperwork first.
"No, I have not yet fed, are you offering?" He held the door and followed her up the stairs and into his office.
"That will be up to you, would you like wolf or human tonight?"
She laughed, a rich, shivery sound, "I am undecided, first I believe we have business to attend to."
Raven sighed, "Yes, I positively loathe legal paperwork; I had my lawyer draw up a contract for you to review."
Bianca scanned the document he handed her while he leaned against his desk.
Her delicately arched eyebrow rose slightly as her eyes found the financial portion, "My, that is a respectable sum. Are you sure your club can sustain that sort of revenue over time?"
He laughed, "That is a fraction of what we will bring in with you as a feature and with offering private showings and dances to the VIPs. And of course there are your VERY private attentions, reserved for myself of course."
She smirked at him, "Of course."
As she finished the contract, she looked up at him, "I do have one stipulation, the identity my true nature must NEVER be compromised. I am sure you understand."
"Of course," he replied, he of all people knew the importance of discretion.
As a werewolf, one couldn't simply leave a path of carnage behind oneself if one wished to remain alive for long. Bianca bent over the desk, taking the pen from the inkwell and signed her name in flowing script at the bottom below his.
He picked it up and looked at it, "Bianca Franco?"
She smiled at him, "No relation. It was an absurdly common name in Venice during the 16th century."
There it was, he started slightly, her true age, she was over 500 years old.
"Now, do you have a room I can use to change into my costume for this evening? I presume you want to start featuring your most unique act as soon as possible."
Raven smiled "Feel free to change here, I would love to watch."
Bianca smiled and rubbed one finger over his lips, "Now where would be the fun in letting you watch me put it on? I am sure you will enjoy it more when I take it off."
He nodded then, showing her to a changing room for the VIP part of the club. It would open in two days for a high rollers and only open to the public after that, anyone with the bank could get in at that point.
Standing at the door he could not see in but he talked to her as she changed, "You will be one of the only girls working the upstairs when we open it up on Saturday night, not a lot of people have been invited to the VIP room that night but I know how much money they have and I am sure all of them will want you."
She went on changing, the skirt was short and black leather just barely hiding her ass, her black lace thong was so tiny, Raven might say something but it did hide all of the bits the laws required, barely. Her boots where thigh high with tall heels that it took a100 years to learn to walk in correctly. The top was a leather vest that zipped up the front, allowing her to control just how much breast she wanted to show before she was on stage. She came out of the changing room and the first thing to hit Raven's mind was pinning her to the wall and taking her right there, but he managed to control his urge.
Instead, he looked her over and smiled "I think this is going to work out so very well for both of us."
Bianca waited backstage for the girl to finish her routine and gather the scattered tips and her clothing. As the young human scurried by her she heard the music change, a chilling and almost ethereal music started. A unique blend of heavy metal and classical, all played on cellos. The smoke machine settled a heavy fog on the surface of the stage which parted like a living thing as she writhed, there was really no other way to describe it, out onto the stage. The room fell silent, the sheer power of her suggestion enthralling all of the patrons and employees alike. She strode to the pole, hooking her right leg around it and swinging around once.
She grasped the pole above her head and lowered herself to the floor writhing her hips back and forth and rubbing her ass on it. She let go of the pole, and placed her hands on the stage, going to her knees and crawling like a great cat toward the end of the stage. She rocked back on her heels and lowered the zipper on her vest a couple of inches, then kept reaching back, over her head until she was bent over backwards, suddenly she flipped back to her feet, startling the crowd. She backed toward the pole, leaning forward and making beckoning motions with her hands.
The idiots on pervert's row nearly followed her, one or two having to be restrained by bouncers that he snapped out of their trance to do their jobs. As she reached the pole she again reached above her head, grasping the pole and pulling herself upward, off of the stage, a few inches at a time, until she was about six feet off of the ground. She slipped one ankle around the pole and used it to flip herself around to face the pole, hooking both legs around it and letting go with her hands, she spun slowly around, hands above her head for a moment before continuing to bend back, until she was upside down before reaching to unzip her top all the way.
The leather vest fell to the stage, unnoticed by the crowd, their attention focused on her. Her breasts sprang free, her skin was so pale it was translucent, nearly luminescent. Her nipples and areolas were barely blushed pink. She reached to the pole below her head, grasping it and slowly letting go with her legs to flip over slowly and land on her feet at the base. She went to her knees again, spreading her legs and leaning backward, her hands trailing up her torso to fondle her breasts and back down to her skirt to unfasten it, it unzipped from top to bottom and fell away, leaving her in nothing but her thong.
She fell forward to her hands and knees, flipping her hair back out of her face and stretched her arms forward, going all the way down onto the stage and stretching her legs out behind her before rolling onto her back. Her hands again found her body, tracing designs up and down from her pubic mound up her abdomen to her breasts and back down, writhing in pleasure the entire time. The song reached its crescendo, ending with a heavy burst of fog and lights.
When the air cleared she was standing, again fully dressed, in front of the pole. There was a breath of complete silence before the club erupted, money was being thrown at her feet, proposals were being shouted, propositions were being made. She simply smiled, walked a small circle, bowed and waved before exiting through the curtains, leaving the stage hands to collect the offerings.
Raven met her at the back of the stage in the hall that went up the stairs to his office. He did not say a word as he took her by the hand and let her back up to his office. He locked the door behind him and kissed her deeply, his hand pulling her skirt up to grip her ass. He did not give her time to say or do much as he pulled the little thong down and off.
"My fucking god you're good at that."
She smiled and gave a slight shrug at that, "Practice," she said and let him keep going.
He kissed her once more before pushing her backwards and pinning her back to the wall. He continued kissing her as if he were trying to devour her, a low growl resonating in his chest, as he reached down and undid the front of his pants working with one hand to get his cock out, the other on the back of her neck keeping her face pulled tight to him as they kissed. Once he freed his manhood he moved his hand from her neck to wrap his arm around her waist and pick her up as she wrapped her legs around him.
His left hand moved down under her ass holding her up as his right lined his cock up with her sweet wet pussy, letting her down slowly his cock pushed inside her as she moaned. He could feel her tight and hot around him, he knew she hand not fed yet she should not have been that warm. His hips started to rock, pounding himself inside her. Raven moved his right hand up and unzipped her top, letting her breasts bounce with each of his thrust, then moving his mouth down to suck in one of her nipples, never missing a beat, ramming his cock harder and deeper into her.
Bianca's hand gripped his shirt "Off, I want to feel your skin."