Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin-Chapter 107: Dancing at the Club

Our group walked out of the spa together. I felt pretty refreshed, though some of the services left much to be desired, but I am a modern girl. I looked at my fingernails and sighed. Their nail treatment was rubbing them with a stone until they’re sharp, rubbing squished up berries on them, and then cleaning them. They were slightly purple-tinted now, rough, and dry. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. A proper manicure is a distant dream. The face mask was some suspicious-looking mud, which I declined. The haircut was done with the hairstylist’s extended claws, which made me feel really uncomfortable when she extended them; they were black and really long. Most of the services at the spa were iffy at best, but there was one service that was absolutely amazing! It was a pore-reducing, heated healing tub, which is their most expensive service, and was surprisingly affordable, considering the pouch of gems that the guys handed me. Afterwards, my skin was so smooth that it looked like my entire body was airbrushed. I even had a couple of old scars that were reduced in visibility. That service alone more than made up for the other lackluster services, though the other women seemed more than satisfied with all the services. I wonder if there’s a way to get better nail care; if not, my nails are going to be absolutely ruined eventually.

Sugar guided us past some small buildings and outdoor stalls where there were people yelling about their wares. I’d have to come back with Elara soon, and Skye soon, perhaps Sugar and Lily would like to come too. Yumi not so much. I don’t like the way she keeps eyeballing Elara like she owes her money. I wouldn’t mind inviting Raven, but she and Yumi seem like a package deal.

We walked up to a large, black, stone building with large, wide, wide-open windows. There was pounding music coming from inside, loud drum beats, and a man singing in a deep and sultry voice. Outside the door, there was a long line of men, wearing almost nothing; they wore wrap skirt furs and tight leather, some of them were slathered in scented lotion or oil, with their hair fixed meticulously.

Sugar led us past the extensive line, while gorgeous, barely clothed men catcalled and yelled out offers to be their mate.

Sugar wiggled her fingers at some of the men and winked. "We’ll see you in there, cuties!"

"Hey Sugar! When are you going to take me as your mate? I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your sweet booty!" said a large bear beastkin. A man with tanned skin, brown bear ears. He was huge, with muscles on top of his muscles and a goofy grin on his face. He was oiled up and was wearing a little cheetah print yellow fur skirt that looked like it was screaming for mercy. It was way too small for comfort.

"In your dreams, Moe!" said Sugar.

"Such sweet dreams they are, too! Would you like me to describe them to you?" Moe said.

Sugar rolled her eyes and shook her head while walking past him. He reached out to grab her butt, and Luan rushed forward and slapped his hand out of the way. "The female hasn’t given you permission to touch her."

Moe showed his teeth, and Luan replied by showing his fangs and letting out a hiss. His eyes glowed purple, and without meaning to, Moe took a step back.

"I didn’t mean anything by it, Sugar knows that I’m just playing."

"Your personal business is between you two, but for as long as I’m hired to protect these females, it’s my business until I hear them agree. Really, though, what kind of male just lunges for a female without her agreement? I’m not sure you aren’t just a beast. Is there a difference between a beast and a beastkin where you’re concerned?"

"Come on, Sugar! I could give you big and healthy bear beastkin eggs. The two of us could make the best younglings," said Moe.

"You know, I wouldn’t mind having a few bear beastkin younglings of my own, but unfortunately, I think you want to include yourself in what you’re offering," said Sugar.

"You don’t have any mates, what’s the issue?" said Moe.

Sugar waved and ignored his question. There wasn’t anything in particular; she just wasn’t interested in him.

We got to the door and were let in right away. I could get used to this!

A waiter, toned with only a pair of shorts that looked like black leather swimsuit bottoms and oiled, walked over to our group. He had apple-red wings and matching hair tied into a ponytail. Thin with abs showing. He was pretty, though I was starting to get used to looking at attractive men. I was pretty spoiled with my eye-candy.

"Hello, pretty females, I’ll be your server this evening. My name is Apple. Shall I take you to your table?"

"Thanks, Apple!" I said.

He looked startled and then gave me a huge grin. "You’re very welcome, pretty female. Your name is?"

"Perla," I said with a friendly smile.

He gave me a flirty smile and then gestured with his arm. "This way, lovely Pearl," he said and then walked ahead of our group, though I noticed that his hips swayed more than was strictly necessary. This new world wasn’t so bad. I felt like a celebrity as we walked around the outside of the large and open room. In the center of the room, there was a large bonfire that was surrounded by a stone wall with a vent at the top to let all the smoke out. There was a stage at the back of the room with a bunch of men beating on different-sized drums and a man with pink wings singing in a haunting melody while gyrating his hips and flapping his large pink wings in a hypnotic rhythm. There were people dancing around the bonfire, and around the outside of the room, there were tables with beastkin sitting at them and drinking. And at the other side of the room, there was a bar with a beastkin sitting at the bar.

Apple led us to an empty table and put a little wooden stand on the top of the table, saying that it was taken.

"What would you all like to drink?" he said while handing out menus. They were made from a thin wooden board with scratches of basic items. Drinks, grilled meat, veggie bowls, and fruit bowls. I ordered a round of starberry wine for the table, a large fruit bowl to share, and a platter of grilled kabobs.

"Thanks!" said Sugar, taking a sip from her glass. "Starberry wine is the absolute best."

I took a sip after smelling mine, and it was amazing! A sweet and layered fruity flavor, a nice dessert wine that went well with the chunks of different kinds of fruits.

We drank around the table while watching the people on the dance floor. The music wasn’t bad, though it was nothing like modern music; the beat wasn’t bad, and the singer was excellent. His dancing was hypnotic. He noticed me staring from across the room and flew up into the air, doing some complicated aerial twists while looking my way.

"Wow," I said.

"I know! That’s Alaric; he’s a famous singer and dancer. There isn’t a female I know who doesn’t get at least a small crush on him when they see him perform. He’s never been mated, but he definitely isn’t short on offers. That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my tribe; he comes here often to perform, since this is mostly a flamingo village."

"I don’t have a crush on him," said a small flamingo beastkin female with big pink eyes and her thick pink hair in curled pigtails, and light pink wings. She was tiny and adorable, and I would have thought that she was a little girl with her innocent baby face, except that the ruffle-covered two-layer dress that she was wearing was showing off an impressive amount of cleavage. She sat down at our table as if she belonged there.

"I’m Mindy," she said with a big smile on her face.

"Lady Mindy, it’s nice to see you again," said Sugar.

Mindy let out a sigh. "Just Mindy is fine. Before anyone asks, Elder Mabel is my mother. Yeah, my mom, because she thought it’d be a great idea to have another egg in her old age. I guess since she eats crystals like they’re common berries, she thought, why not have another litter? My mom is old, and my dad is young enough to be her son. I don’t take responsibility for my father; he’s a moron and essentially my mom’s boy toy."

"Wow, you just let that all out at once," I said and then chuckled.

She gave me another grin. "It’ll come out sooner rather than later. I feel more empowered if it’s me spilling the beans rather than someone else. Beastkin can’t help but gossip. Also, I’m an adult."

I laughed this time. "I can see that. I’ve never seen a child with your...assets."

She joined my laughter. "Hey, I have to use what I have, though, for all the good it’s done me. I’ve already been through several mating seasons and haven’t found a single male that interests me. All these pretty boys around, when what I really want is a large, burly male, rough around the edges, muscles on muscles, like a rhino beastkin, maybe. That would be something," she said with a flush on her cheeks. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"A rhino beastkin? I’ve never seen anything like that before. By the way, I’m Perla, this is Elara, Skye, Raven, Yumi, and I’m assuming you know Lily. Our guards are Coco and Luan," I said while pointing everyone out to her. "You’re welcome to join our group if you’d like; the more the merrier."

Apple, the waiter, came rushing forward. "Lady Mindy, what would you like to order?"

"Cran-apple wine with a bowl of mixed berries," she said and gave him a pleasant smile.

He went rushing off with her order, and after just a moment, he was back with it. I blinked, surprised that he was so quick with her order and called her ’Lady.’ I suppose that even among females, some are treated differently from others.

Coming Next Time: Dancing with Alaric