It was supposed to be a show. A power play.
Rox had a reputation here at The Den, after all. The wolf was one of the top predators in the area, and everyone who frequented this establishment knew it.
So what better way for Stephanie to show that she could play with the big dogs than to tease Rox a little? It would demonstrate to her friends that she could stand toe-to-toe with the alphas, show them that she, like Rox, was someone not to be messed with.
It would be a quick, easy thing. She didn't want to offend Rox *too* badly, of course; just embarrass her a bit. The wolf was notoriously girl-crazy, and even if Stephanie wasn't into girls herself, she could still exploit that.
She wore her slinkiest red dress, made sure her friends were there and watching, and sauntered over to where Rox was sitting at the bar.
The first part of the plan went swimmingly. She slid onto the stool next to Rox, struck up a casual conversation, and proceeded to flirt her feline heart out. She made sure her tail occasionally brushed the wolf's leg; she reached over and placed a hand on Rox's thigh; she made sure to lean at such an angle to give Rox an optimal view of cleavage. She kept her voice low and smoky, dropping hints that she might enjoy some "playtime" with the wolf.
And Rox seemed to be into it! She could tell from the way the wolf's eyes wandered, from the way her nostrils flared, from slight alterations in her scent. The fact that she was turning Rox on was already a victory in its own way. The wolf wanted her: there was no doubt about it.
And just when she had honed Rox's desire to a sharp point, she broke it off. Stephanie reached forward and booped Rox on the nose, making a comment about how she was cute and that maybe *next time* they could have some fun together. Then she slid off the stool and started to walk away.
All of that went according to plan. Part two of the plan, the part where she walked back to her friends with a confident swagger, was interrupted when Rox tackled her from behind.
Stephanie hit the dance floor hard, momentarily dazing her. She felt herself being rolled onto her back, sharp claws tearing one of the straps of her dress as she turned. When she blinked the water from her eyes, she found herself lying on her back with Rox straddling her, her weight holding down Stephanie's legs and her hands pinning the feline's wrists. Rox's shirt was already off, meaning she didn't want it to tear. The bright colored lights of the club flashed in the air above her.
"That was extremely rude," Rox said, her tone startlingly matter-of-fact. "You weren't actually into me at all, were you? Leading someone along like that is uncalled for."
Stephanie struggled, but Rox was bigger, heavier, and stronger than her. She glanced around.
Club patrons had stopped their dancing and gathered around, leaving a large circle on the floor around Rox and Stephanie. None were moving to help, not even the friends that Stephanie had come with. They had all seen her teasing Rox; they had all known what she was getting herself into.
Rox licked her lips. "Let me show you what we do with rude folk around here." She opened her mouth wide, revealing her glistening fangs and beckoning tongue, the red carpet to the pulsing tunnel beyond. She turned her head slightly and began slowly lowering her muzzle around Stephanie's.
It seemed Stephanie's friends would be getting a show, after all.
