The following day, I awoke feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion due to the events that had unfolded the previous day. It wasn’t until I stepped into the shower that the realization struck me like a bolt of lightning — the reason behind my drained state was that I had spent the entire night engaged in self-pleasure.
The memories of being treated as a sexual object by two Navy SEALs continued to haunt my mind. Additionally, I couldn’t shake off the vivid fantasy involving an older man who had given me a tour earlier, a fantasy in which he had coerced me into performing explicit acts in front of an audience.
To exacerbate matters, my dreams from the previous night were filled with graphic scenes involving both a woman and a man. These scenes delved into territories that I felt too ashamed to acknowledge, but they undeniably ignited an intense erotic response within me. Consequently, it was no wonder that I found myself utterly exhausted; my entire night had been consumed by vivid fantasies.
Desiring some form of relief, I decided to change into more comfortable attire — sweatpants and a tank top — before grabbing my keys and heading out of my room. I found myself making my way to a local store that specialized in books and other merchandise. A local store that I had sent my application for a job about a week ago without getting a response yet.
Approaching the counter, I ordered a coffee and settled down at an unoccupied table, eagerly immersing myself in the pages of the book I had chosen. It was at this moment that a voice I recognized broke through my concentration.
“Hey, you’re the girl who applied for a job! Welcome to our store!” spoke a familiar voice from a table behind me. I turned around to face the source, encountering a tall, muscular man with short brown hair and captivating hazel eyes. His handsome face was reminiscent of the actor Michael B. Jordan, although there was something about him that intrigued me beyond his appearance.
I regarded him with suspicion. “Do you work here?”
He flashed a smirk. “Indeed, I do. I’m your new boss.”
The revelation left me dumbfounded. Glancing at his name tag, I discovered that the owner of the store was none other than Luke, and close to him was his brother, Duke, the two Navy SEALs from the previous day in my dreams. Astonishingly, they were still dressed in their military uniforms.
Turning to face them directly, I sought clarification. “What do you mean? Who are you?” My tone betrayed my surprise and confusion.
Luke chuckled. “Exactly as it sounds. We are the owners. You must have been quite intoxicated yesterday if you don’t recognize us.”
Duke chimed in, adding, “Yeah, you were pretty out of it. You even mistook us for your high school friends.”
Furrowing my brows, I struggled to process the information presented before me. “I see… I apologize for my behavior. It seems I made a fool of myself.”
Luke’s voice softened, and he offered an understanding smile. “No need to apologize. We couldn’t resist having a little fun. Besides, you seemed to enjoy our company. You mentioned that no one had ever shown interest in you before, not even your ex-boyfriends.”
I returned his smile sheepishly, attempting to ignore the fact that I had fabricated a story. Luke and Duke shared a hearty laugh, lightening the atmosphere in the store.
“Are you planning on avoiding us today, or will we have the pleasure of your company again?” Duke teased, his tone lighthearted.
I reasoned his words as I wondered if my experience with them was really a dream or a reality that I couldn’t remember.
But, with the way they were both talking, it seemed as if something happened between us.
“No, no, I’ll definitely be back. I’d actually like to have a conversation with both of you if that’s alright,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush with a vibrant hue.
Duke raised an eyebrow playfully. “Well, that depends. What do you want to talk about?”
I blushed once more, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Um, well…”
“Come on, don’t be shy. Start by telling us your name,” Duke encouraged, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
I let out a sigh, gathering my courage. “It’s… Joan. Joan Cody.”
“Joan, huh? That’s a lovely name, sweetheart. Doesn’t quite have the ring of a p*rn star name, though,” he quipped, prompting an awkward laugh from me.
“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you could help me with something,” I finally managed to say.
“Sure thing. What do you need assistance with?” Luke chimed in, his voice filled with curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for this pivotal moment. “I was wondering if you could give me guidance on how to please a man sexually.”
Both men’s expressions lit up with interest.
“Well, absolutely. We can certainly help you with that. Are you specifically interested in learning techniques for oral sex or any other aspects?” Luke inquired.
“Yes, I would like to learn about oral sex techniques, but I’m also curious about sex toys. Do you happen to sell any here?” I asked hesitantly.
Their response was immediate and affirmative.
“Of course, sweetheart. We have a wide selection. Come with us, and we’ll show you everything we have to offer,” Duke eagerly offered.
I rose from my seat, following him to the counter where the items were displayed.
“I apologize for burdening you with my questions. I imagine it must be tiring to deal with customers like me all day. I truly appreciate your patience,” I expressed sincerely.
Duke flashed a warm grin, dismissing any notion of inconvenience. “Not at all. We actually enjoy assisting customers like you. In fact, it brings us great pleasure to know that you’ll be returning. And you need to start seeing yourself as a worker here because, like I said, your application for a job here has been approved.”
I couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile, feeling a mix of anticipation and gratitude. “Thank you for offering me a job,” I said.
“You are welcome,” Luke said. “Before we proceed, I want to make it clear that we don’t sell p*rnography in this store. Everything we offer is educational material. Consequently, our sales process differs from that of other establishments. Firstly, I’ll ask you a series of questions to understand your preferences and needs better. Based on your responses, I can then provide suitable recommendations. Once we determine what you’d like to purchase, I can guide you to the appropriate online retailers. Does that sound agreeable to you?” he explained.
I nodded, expressing my consent. “Sounds good.”
“Great. Let’s get started then. What kind of sex toy are you interested in?” Duke asked.
“I’m not entirely sure. I was thinking of starting with something small, perhaps a vibrator. However, I was wondering if there are specific types that are more suitable for beginners,” I replied, knowing fully well that I was lying about my experiences using a vibrator.
Duke chuckled, finding amusem*nt in my enthusiasm. “So, you’re ready to jump right in, huh?”
A blush crept onto my cheeks. “Yes, I am.”
“In that case, I suggest trying a bullet vibrator. They’re typically affordable and easy to use. You can even find them at most pharmacies. Once you feel ready to explore more advanced options, the Magic Wand is a popular choice among women of all ages,” Duke advised, offering his recommendation.
I nodded appreciatively. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to ask about?” Duke prompted, indicating his openness to further questions.
I hesitated for a moment before gathering my courage. “Do you happen to stock anal beads?”
“Anal beads? You mean butt plugs?” Luke interjected, seeking clarification.
I nodded, confirming his understanding.
“We do have a selection of those, but we ensure that they are properly sterilized before being made available. It’s essential to use only thoroughly cleaned toys to avoid any risk of spreading diseases,” Duke cautioned, prioritizing safety and health.
“Thank you for emphasizing that,” I replied sincerely.
“Is there anything else you’d like to know or explore?” Duke asked, his curiosity unwavering.
My mind raced with possibilities. Drawing inspiration from Luke’s earlier comment about my willingness to dive into new experiences, I decided to take a chance and express my interest.
And as I started talking and talking about what I wanted and what I liked. Before I knew what was happening, I felt dizzy and fainted.
***
As I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar city. Directly in front of the room where I had been sleeping, there stood a mall with a sign that read, “Welcome to Rosewood Pack!”
Confused and disoriented, I turned to face a woman sitting nearby. “Where am I?” I asked, seeking answers.
“You’re in Rosewood Pack,” the woman replied. “I’m here to assist you and cater to your needs.”
Baffled by my sudden arrival in Rosewood Pack when I had merely been shopping, I questioned my surroundings. “What’s your name?” I inquired.
“I’m Lillian,” she introduced herself. “And what’s your full name?”
“Joan,” I replied.
Lillian cleared her throat, pressing for more information. “Your full name, please?”
“Joan Cody,” I confirmed.
Lillian’s eyes widened with excitement. “Joan Cody? Are you certain about that?”
“Yes, that’s my name,” I affirmed.
“Alright, then. Let’s get you dressed up and ready for tonight’s party!” Lillian exclaimed, brimming with enthusiasm.
“Party?” I wondered aloud.
“Oh, absolutely! We have a grand celebration every year around this time to welcome new members like yourself. It’s going to be a blast!” she explained cheerfully.
At that moment, all I could think about was finding a way to return home as quickly as possible.
We entered the bathroom immediately, embarking on a makeover session. First, we applied mascara and eyeliner. Then, Lillian delicately brushed on some blush and lipstick. Finally, she enhanced my eyes with eyeshadow and sprayed a pleasant fragrance in the air. I felt transformed as if I were a model ready to grace the runway.
“How do I look?” I asked, eager to hear her opinion.
“You look absolutely stunning!” Lillian exclaimed. “Now, let’s go meet the other girls so you can get acquainted before the party.”
Following Lillian down the hallway, we encountered a group of women.
“Hello, ladies,” Lillian greeted them. “This is Joan. She just joined our pack today and will be joining us for the party tonight.”
One of the women, who appeared to be the leader of the group, stepped forward. She was tall with flowing blonde hair, captivating blue-green eyes, and tanned skin.
“Hi,” she greeted me. “I’m Amber.”
“Nice to meet you,” I responded.
Amber carefully examined my appearance as if appraising me. “May I ask where you got that outfit?” she asked, her gaze scanning my attire. “It looks really nice on you.”
“Oh, thanks!” I replied. “Lillian gave it to me.”
“Really?” Amber seemed surprised. “That’s the Alpha’s outfit. It looks nice on you.”
I nodded in confirmation.
“Well… congratulations!” Amber exclaimed. “Have a great time tonight. You should also try to catch the Alpha’s attention. If you do, he might offer you more clothes or other items you might need for the evening.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“You’re welcome. Good luck!” Amber wished me before leaving. Lillian then escorted me back to our room, where a few women were already waiting inside.
“Hey, Joan!” one of the women called out.
She was short but exuded a captivating aura. With long black hair cascading over her shoulders and a curvaceous figure, she had a radiant smile. Her light brown skin added to her beauty.
“Hello, I’m Zoe.”
“Hi!” I responded warmly.
There were three other women in the room, each introducing themselves and extending a warm welcome to me as a new member of their pack.
“So, what’s the plan for the day?” Lillian inquired.
“Well… not much is planned. We’ll just hang out for a while and wait for the party tonight,” one of the women replied.
“Sounds good. See you all later!” Lillian bid us farewell and departed.
Feeling exhausted, I took a seat to rest. Zoe noticed my fatigue and voiced her concern.
“You look tired,” she observed.
“Yeah, you too,” I acknowledged.
Zoe and the other women kindly assisted me in taking a short nap. Upon waking up, they filled me in on the party and shared some details about the Alpha.
“I heard the Alpha is incredibly attractive,” Zoe mentioned.
“He’s definitely easy on the eyes,” chimed in another girl named Julie. “But there’s something else about him that sets him apart — his eyes.”
“His eyes?” I inquired, intrigued.
“Yeah, they seem to emit a glow when he’s angry or wants to assert his dominance over someone,” Julie explained.
“I’ve witnessed his glowing eyes before,” Zoe added. “They’re mesmerizing.”
“You should consider catching his attention at the party tonight,” Julie suggested.
“No way!” I exclaimed.
“Why not?” Zoe questioned.
“I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone right now. My focus is solely on finding a way back home as soon as possible.”
“If you say so,” Zoe replied.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“Don’t worry about it. We all understand. Many of us have been in a similar situation at least once,” Zoe assured me.
We continued chatting for a while before deciding to get ready for the party.
As the party commenced, I observed a lively crowd mingling, conversing, and enjoying themselves. The aroma of food filled the air, and the music resonated so powerfully that it seemed to animate my body.
“Are you having a good time?” a voice asked from behind me.
I turned around and found an incredibly handsome man standing beside me, holding a drink in his hand. His eyes glowed with a tinge of red.
“I am,” I replied. “This party seems like a great opportunity to make new friends.”
“I hope so. I wouldn’t want you to have any trouble finding your way back home,” he said before walking away.
Confused and intrigued by his cryptic remark, I pondered its meaning. Before I could delve further into my thoughts, an announcement came from the stage, capturing everyone’s attention. The Alpha of the Rosewood Pack was about to deliver a speech, emphasizing its importance for all attendees.
