Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

Nothing fancy, just something I could breathe in. I glanced at the bathroom. The sound of the shower masked everything. Do it fast, I told myself. I unzipped my dress and began to peel it off, managing most of it with a small victory sigh. Just as I reached for the fresh clothes— The bathroom door flew open. “AHHHHHH!!!” I dropped like a stone, squatting behind the bed to cover myself. “What are you doing?” he asked casually, towel slung low on his hips, no concern in his tone.