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Issac

The girls had walked out for a private chat. The two specimens Mouse had been using as play toys came out in nothing but low-slung jeans and rippling muscles. Damn was she one lucky girl. I glanced them over schooling my face from admitting I wanted to know just how large those packages were. A boy could dream, right? Sis better spill every fucking bean! And she would, once I got her talking in that chair it would be like a never-ending array of images I could savour.

I just kept up with my pile of french toast to keep my hands busy, both men’s eyes darted to the door, they were silent yet they looked at each other and their facial expressions told a different story. Were they telepathic? Now I bet that was useful in the bedroom.

When Mouse and Zoey came in and she approached them the big guy pulled her to him, his focus impeccable as he tilted her chin up to peer into her eyes.

“Everything alright Ma Sha?”

“Besides the obvious, yes,” he kissed her brow tenderly before enveloping her in a hug that Mouse sunk into. He only pulled away to give way to the ever so lightly smaller Beau who wrapped his arms around her and lifted her as he hugged her.

“What’s on the agenda today Sug?” he asked as he sat on a stool at the counter tucking her legs around him.

“Oh,” I said, “Mouse is mine after breakfast, she is overdue for a sit in my magic chair.” Bri’s eyes widened and both men leaned into her and gave me a death stare, I laughed. “I suppose you should know while the feminine sex is hotter than hades, I have no interest in women in a sexual way, my only concern is to beautify her in hopes I can get some juicy details and live vicariously through her. I let them know. They both turned to Bri who shrugged a little apologetically before wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him into a sweet sensual kiss. My jaw dropped my eyes lingering on them.

“Your burning breakfast,” Zoey warned, and I scrambled to get the French toast out of the pan as they parted. Bri and Zoey chuckled at my expense.

“I bet,” Mouse said, “knowing Issac, it’ll be worth the wait,” she promised.

“You always are,” Wyatt commented as I placed the tray on the bar before I sprinkled powdered sugar over the massive pile. Zoey climbed up on the stool next to Beau sharing a look with Bri who turned in Beau’s lap like it was commonplace to eat breakfast from the laps of these bear-sized men and they all piled the food onto their plates. They fed her from their plates hoovering over her like she was their orbit and she fed them from hers, the gravity holding them together.

When they were done she whispered in Beau’s ear and he nodded. She slipped off his lap only to be claimed and pulled into Wyatt’s. Beau returned with a bag of snacks and Bri dug into it pulling out some candy.

“May I?” she asked Zoey, who nodded. Bri slipped out of Wyatt’s lap and approached the tapestry on the far wall pulling it back like a curtain and revealing the alter built into an alcove in the wall. Her finger twitched and the candles lit with blue flames. I shared a surprised glance with Zoey before she nodded towards Bri and I watched as Mouse placed the sweet treats upon the altar in offering. Energy buzzed through the room and Bri stepped away humming with approval. The Iwa would be with her.

Isacc

As much as she very obviously didn’t like being away from her men. It was a necessary sacrifice. I made her bathe in a bath of herbs and Florida water for good measure. When she came out in the fluffy robe I escorted her downstairs and pointed to the chair.

“Time to make the magic chair work its mojo.” So what are we going for Mouse?” I asked her.

“I’m seducing wolves tonight,” was all she said. And so I began teasing and braiding and painting her into the embodiment of a predator. The lines and angels may not be immediately visible but under the black lights of the float, she’d be the queen of the wolves if she wanted to be. I coaxed out how they met and the story of being saved from an alligator had me enthralled. How did a mere man, even at his size do that? She told me about the backwater life she’d been living and how she tried to leave, the conclusions they had made when she gave them her impossible ultimatum. And when I asked her how good the sex was as I fluffed and teased her hair some more. She smiled to herself.

“I suppose it’s the best a girl can ask for,” she said quietly her mind drifting to heavenly filthy things.

If I hadn’t seen them together, the men doting on her I would have called utter bullshit. But Mouse? She was incapable of making this up and I’d seen it for myself, a tragically beautiful romance laid before us. As the chairs filled around us, the other workers entered the shop. She spilled her beans but I noted the carefulness of her words, pausing and choosing what to say. Hiding things, things I knew she was hesitant to say around just anyone.

A delivery came, and the person left with no explanation as I read the address it was here but addressed to Bri as “the future priestess of the South Eastern United States,” When she opened it she grinned but her eyes were sad haunted.

“Don’t you fuck your makeup Mouse,” I warned her. She swallowed hard before opening the box tule, lace, leather, and glittering fabric were nestled carefully into the box. A bustier with leather and buckles and an ornate bustled skirt of lace and tulle. Hot pants so short her fine ass would be cheeky as could be and buckled stiletto-healed boots. Bri had a conniving grin on her face as we set the pieces on the mannequin and I had an Idea after she showed me the Men’s wolf masks.

“Get your ass back in that chair,” I said, wandering off to the office. “I ain’t done with you yet Honey,” I hollered over my shoulder as I grabbed what I needed. There was makeup and there was art. Tonight Bri would be a masterpiece.

“Issac is going the extra mile with you,” Arnel teased working the hair of the person in his chair.”Girl, you're gonna be fire tonight,” Rochell blurted out as he worked a wig onto Marcel’s head. I came back and laughed.

“Mouse has to tell me her secrets, I’m trying to find out how to get 2 fine-ass Bayou men on steroids in my bed.” Bri’s eyes widened and Rochell cackled along with Marcel.

“We all need to know those secrets girl,” Rochell giggled like a schoolgirl.

At first, Bri razzed us back and blushed profusely at our hen heckling, when she had dressed and we had helped her sinch in the corset so tight I thought she would faint she stared in the mirror in awe.

“Mmm Mmm Mmm! Now I know why she got 2 men, one needs to tag in the other to take a breather cuz she’s way too hot to handle. Girl I bet they’ll be signed up for life after they see you like that.” Rochell commented and went back to the weave install he was tediously working on now. If the sharp inhale and the sniff wasn’t enough to go by, it was the deep breaths and the frantically fanning hands that alerted me. Bri was stifling tears. I pulled her away from the crowded room and into my art room next to the office as she breathed through the urge to burst into tears.

“What is it, Honey?” She shook her head no. I analyzed the last 5 minutes of the conversation and realized what might be wrong.

“They ain't stayin'?” her lip trembled as her eyes blinked up fighting the tears.

“They can’t and I couldn’t let them even if they could,” she choked out her answer looking down. Fucking poor thing. How did I make this better?

“Listen, Honey, regardless of the reasons, it's not because they don’t love you I take it.” she nodded in agreement. “Then you know what you do?” She shook her head no, her teeth teasing her burgundy-painted lips. “You make every last memory count, you make sure they remember you strong, brave, and beautiful. I tipped her chin up, “You aren’t the Mouse anymore Bri,” you're a goddess,” I turned her to a mirror on the wall. “And tonight you are the Queen of Wolves,” I told her and she stilled suddenly as if those words made a profound mark. She nodded accepting