My vodka martini sweated down the side of my furry paw tickling the space between my pads. The cool air of Club Forest caressed its way through my fur. This comfort made up for the crowd of dancing, baying, and cavorting residents. I decided it was best to present myself in my brightest blood red and midnight blue Armani. Not many wolves can afford an entrance like mine, not many would be so daring.

It was my greatest dream that she would show tonight. Adorned in a made-to-fit-her-perfect-size-six-body red silk cocktail dress, red garter and hose curving slowly down those luscious calves and fire engine go-go boots with the accent of sunset locks draped over her little red riding hood and cape. My long tongue rippled across my muzzle just thinking about it.

Man, what a sight it was when she walked through that door. Luscious pouting lips offset by snow-white skin and a look of sinful innocence in her ocean blue eyes. The crowds parted. Three little pigs fit tightly in black rubber corsets scurried to the side of the bar just on the other side of the club. A hookah-smoking caterpillar and his friend, a rather unbalanced looking egg wearing a long black trench coat, bowed and made way for her to cross the great red carpet.

The whole area full of black clad witches, cows with nose rings and pierced utters, tattooed spoons and forks, white faced owls and their shiny patent leather wearing pussycat girlfriends, all stopped, to worship.

I flipped open my tin of Djarm Blacks, slipped a sweet tasting clove cigarette in my mouth, and lit up. I huffed, and I puffed, and I headed her way. I put my best paw forward, and then my next best paw forward, until I had enough paws in front of me to reach the object of my desires.

"So, Red. Can I buy you a drink, baby?" I turned on the great wolf grin and peered down at her through the smoke and my dark black eyes.

"Sure Wolfy. But you gotta promise not to dress up like my grandmother anymore. I'm into fetish as much as the next girl, but that's just weird."