Chapter Nine: Meeting You

At the club

There was silence amongst the anticipating crowd that craved for entertainment. The lights in the entire club now went off, making the entire place dark and a bit of a spooky atmosphere hovered. 

Still in anticipation, the crowd stayed calm, awaiting the performer. A spotlight now lit the high stage, revealing a red haired, attractive woman, wearing nothing but black tigh-high transparent leggings, a crop handless top, and fashionable ladies underwear.

Everything she wore was in black, making her red hair stand out. She had heavy makeup on, long lashes. But one could still tell she'd still be beautiful without makeup on.

Jaws dropped, as the dancer swung herself on the pole. Drooling men, and envious women, were all watching at the performer, flexibly moving her body like a snake. Light-weighted, she clung her legs to the pole and spinned her body, turning.

She split her legs on the stage, and she just kept on dancing in this seductive manner.

Jack and Leo, who were sitting next to each other, had eyes glued to the dancer.

"She's so damn good" Jack heard Leo speak under his breath, with eyes still fixated on her.

When the dance was finally over, the stage lights now went off, before the club lights were now restored. 

A man wearing a magician's kind of hat, a waistcoat, and blue long-sleeved untucked shirt, now made his way up stage.

With a voice as loud as blowing horns, he praised, "Now let's give it up for the best dancer in New Orleans, Fox!"

Applauds from the crowd now followed, and shouts and howls were all over the place.

Jack and Leo also engaged in this clapping, as the dancer now stepped down  slowly from stage. 

She was actually very good. Good enough to steal Leo's overall attention, even after performance. Jack would've sworn he noticed New Orlean's Fox, give Leo a wink.

Everyone found her exciting and attractive, including Jack, but Leo's gaze was so intense, and made him look as if Cupid's arrow had struck him real hard.

His undivided attention was now mainly focused on the lady.

"Don't wait for me mate" He said standing up to leave, making Jack wonder, "I'll go have my fun. You have yours"

His eyes were still fixated on the dancer that was now covered in a fur coat, leaving to her show room. He drank one shot of whiskey before leaving lustfully, like a hungry wolf, to go meet her.

A band of singers now climbed the stage, and the old Jazz music played, giving the place a different mood.

Jack was now seated, pouring himself a bottle of wine. And as he raised his head, gulping down shots, his eyes suddenly opened to see a fair haired female, head his way, with three female friends walking behind her.

He wasn't sure he knew her, but looking at how cocky she was, and her demeanour to the other girls, made her look like she was an important person.

She wore a long gold gown that was tight fitting. It had a tigh-high slit at the front, a big bow tied at the back of the v-neck dress, that revealed her skin at the back, and a little at the front. She held a small clutch purse, wore short hand gloves, had makeup on, and also pearls to complete the look.

"Scram," She said to her entourage.

They left immediately. And with a leering smile on her dark shaded lips, she said, stretching out one of her hand, which was now ungloved, "Jack Loggman of London, Natasha of the New Orleans. My father's Alpha here"

He pressed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

He knew with that introduction, he now had to be more of a gentleman; more than he already was, towards ladies. 

Natasha, a werewolf girl, sat next to Jack, and her slit revealed her pretty laps. This was her little way of passing a message to the young man.

She said, "I saw you at the werewolves

celebration, looking all charming as always. I would have gone to meet you, but it seemed like you were in a hurry to leave".

Jack said smiling, "Then I'm glad I came here"

They both had a chat. Natasha, who was obviously attracted to Jack, giggled at all the things he said,