Wolf in Girl's Clothing

Clover Whitley | 27 | Croupier | Beta Werewolf | British Ex-Pat Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'Cuz I'm killing 'em all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner And everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner

[catalinacvsta]

“You should mean both, because would be correct.” Valentina grinned as she crossed her arms above her chest, eyeing the other girl. The girl prided herself when it came to being in control and having people wrapped around her finger. She liked that they did what she asked and fantasized about her whilst with their wives. It was intoxicating and while her job had it’s downfalls, it was why she often couldn’t see herself walking away from it. “They may hurt, but I couldn’t imagine not wearing heels. Not that I need my ass to look any better than it does, but a lift always helps.” She winked at the girl, pulling out a cigarette to put between her lips. “Well, I can look innocent but then I break character and become the naughty student who seduces the teacher.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Touche.” Clover laughed at Val’s comment. “I’m sure it doesn’t. You are gifted in that department.” They smoked and made jokes about various sexual fantasies they’d played out to titillate the audience as they headed back to the club. Once there, Clover ordered many drinks and bottle service and bought dances from every girl in the room, just to run up charges on the card. Let the man explain that to his wife. “So, what are your grand dreams for the future? You must have something on the go, you always do.”

[sebastianandbooks]

“I’m not in school to be a teacher,” he responded. “I want to work for a museum.” He could tell she was slightly making fun of him. For some reason, that tended to be a reoccurring event. He smiled and shrugged it off though, there was no need give her the satisfaction of seeing him upset. “It’s not a glamour job,” he started, “but it pays well and it looks good on a resume. When I finish my program, hopefully I’ll go to Mexico for a year or so and do some work on archaeology sites.” He took a sip of the drink and then asked, “What do you do for work? How long have you been out here?”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Ohhh. So you want to lead bored children and ignorant adults around while trying to explain things to them and stop them from taking photos with their cell phones. Jolly good.” She patted him on the arm. “Look on the bright side, at least the government doesn’t keep cutting funding for museums. Oh, wait.” She chuckled then waved it off. “Only joking, of course.” She stretched her legs and contemplated him. He looked like a bunny rabbit brought to life. She would bet he could wiggle his nose. “Mexico? That sounds fun.” Back when she’d lived in LA, the rich kids had gone to Mexico for holidays. She didn’t even have a passport. “I’m a pai gow dealer at a casino. And - various other things. I like to keep busy.” She shrugged. “I suppose a few years now. Maybe three? It’s hard to remember.”

[beta-riley-corbeau-blog]

“Sure you are so good. Whatever you say, Clover.” He shook his head as he looked at the other wolf. He grabbed his cell phone not caring about continuing this conversation with her. “Do you look like my boss?” He asked with a grin on his face. “Don’t most things? I really have to up my game.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Thank you for admitting it. I like a man who’s willing concede to his own failings.” She smiled and then pulled out the remote, victorious. “How does Will always manage to get it stuck in the cushions? Does he put it there on purpose?” She rolled her eyes. “I am friends with your boss, and currently manage his life thanks to his inability to maintain an assistant. It’s close enough.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Next to your better half, you’re entirely benign.”

[alaskawritcs]

Nikki breathed out and flashed a smile, “Of course, and when his new girlfriend comes along I’ll share some tips on how to get Will all hot and heavy.” She simply rolled her eyes at Clover, grabbed the champagne bottle and poured herself another glass, why not let herself get a little drunk. Where this the harm in all that, she had no work and she would most likely just sit at home catching on sleep. “Yeah, well William sees the best in people unlike either of us.”  The corner of her lip turned up as she smirked at the woman, “It would be kind of petty to breakup over a simple misunderstanding yes, good thing it’s only between the two people not with the unwanted…bodyguard.” Nikki could feel her alcohol level hitting the limit as she continued to blabber on, “You know for the name Clover, I always wondered if you get…I don’t know, lucky?” She stood up, finishing off the glass and setting it down on the table, “Nice catching up with you Clo, but I believe our conversation is done until the next time.“

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

Clover laughed. “Oh, do! That sort of thing is so useful. I’ve a few model friends, a few acrobats. I think I even know a Playmate, I’ll have to see. I’m sure I can find someone that suits his taste.” She nudged the bottle of champagne at Nikki after the other girl had poured herself a glass to encourage her to keep drinking. Maybe she’d be more fun drunk. “Yes, but I try to view it as an adorable quirk instead of a fatal flaw. Rich boys, they lead a charmed life.” Clover narrowed her eyes at Nikki a little. Did she actually think that she could come between Will and Clover? Not bloody likely. “Will doesn’t need a bodyguard. Just a good friend. To help him steer clear of - damaged goods. You’ll help, won’t you?” The comment about her name made Clover bristle. She’d have bared her fangs if she’d been wolfed out, but instead flashed a tight smile. “Every night. I’m a lucky charm.” Her old nickname, which she still hated to this day. Watching Nikki get up, Clover waved a little. “Indeed, you’d best be off. Don’t want to be a naughty nurse and stay up too late.” She got up and went in the opposite direction to go find someone more fun.

[beta-riley-corbeau-blog]

“Unlike you newbie I have been trained my whole life.” He grinned as he looked over at the other wolf. “I am waiting for quotes from our contractor. Something needs to be fixed. What about you? Wrong twin if you want a party, that is Greyson’s thing. Not mine.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“And yet, still not as good as me. Maybe you’re just naturally incompetent.” She lounged and dug around for the television remote. She usually didn’t watch, but if they were going to hang out in Will’s swanky suite at the Casino, might as well enjoy the luxuries. “And what, pray tell, needs fixing?” She sighed. “Yes, but so is irritating me, so you’ll have to do.”

[sebastianandbooks]

“I’ve been here for about a year now,” he replied. “I go to grad school out here, as well as work in town. I work as an assistant historian for show productions.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

Clover raised an eyebrow. Dear God. A grad student. “They don’t let you teach classes, do they?” She hoped not. Actually, that’s not true, it might be fun to watch. She’d bet money on him crying. “Assistant historian? That’s - impressive?”

[summerswolf-blog1]

“Not makin’ a fuss, just saying. I expected more from random park girl who’s willing to take her clothes off.” He smirked. The comment had clearly irritated her but she still followed him back to his place so it can’t have been that bad. She was surprisingly witty, more than willing to keep up with his snark and mockery of other people. Most everyone he met wasn’t like that so it was pretty refreshing. It went without saying that she was hot and he was looking forward to having her dance for him, even if the underwear was staying on. Once in his room, she decided on a nickname for him and he chuckled. “Not too far off the mark.” He was at least canine, if not exactly a dog. Once she picked a song, she got right into it, pushing him onto his back and straddling him and he liked how this was starting. He leaned up for the almost kiss and let out a breath when she didn’t go through with it. Now that she was so close to him and he could detect what was under her perfume, she smelled like wolf. Jai didn’t mask his scent so she probably knew he was one, which made her choice of name for him even more amusing. Not that he was thinking much about that when she had her top off already. He watched her hands move down her body until they came up to cup his face and he smirked, sitting up a little. “Well I can’t leave you hangin’, now, can I?” His hands slid down her sides and to her shorts, starting to pull them down since that’s what she’d asked him for.

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Then you’re an idiot, and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Really, it’s your own fault.” She sniffed at him disdainfully. “And I am not a random park girl, thank you very much. You’re a random park boy I’m choosing to amuse myself with. Try and be funny.” He was, actually, so she couldn’t fault him there. Though he was clearly aware of it, which she disapproved of on principle. She never went home with confident men. It gave them ideas. At least once they were in his bedroom, and she had the mood set correctly, she felt back in control and he responded accordingly, by doing everything she said. So easily trained. Maybe it was a werewolf thing. She smirked when he accepted her new nickname without complaint. And he didn’t try to do anything he wasn’t allowed to when she sat on his lap. It was a good test. If a man started trying to change the rules, it was time to leave. But he happily let her work and was “helpful” enough to push her shorts down. She grinned lazily and rolled off his lap, lounging perpendicular to him on her back as she slowly worked the shorts the rest of the way down before tossing them aside. Stretching, she arched her back and watched him. “Let’s see, danced, took off my clothes on your lap, I think I’ve taken care of our bargain.” Smiling, she put her hands behind her bed. “If you want the show to continue, I think it’s only fair that you reciprocate.” What was he going to do, say no? She’d be happy to take off, if that was the case. 

[siiriiusoblack]

“I’m not trying to be your father, Clover. I’m just– Fine,” he said, stopping himself before he could finish. When she spoke of his brothers trying to get a handout, Will immediately tensed up. Although he was accustomed to the distaste of them toward each other, he still didn’t like hearing it. Riley helped where he could but Will wanted him to focus on school more than anything and Greyson… Greyson was Greyson. It was funny because it seemed like they said the same thing about her. Will wasn’t necessarily concerned with spending money on people, it didn’t really bother him considering he had plenty but it was different for people who didn’t normally have money. A pair of shoes for Lily here and there wouldn’t kill him and it’d keep her out of his hair for a bit. As for Cash, that was a nice gesture to get him to join the pack. “Obviously you haven’t heard about my birthday yet–” he smirked, knowing Clover would be all over that party. “It’s going to be pretty huge but it’s not to meet someone. Clearly, you missed my wild years,” Will chuckled to himself, recalling the many nights of casual sex he had and the many women he didn’t remember. “We’ll discuss it,” he mused, unsure of why he would need such a position, even if Clover was poised to take on such a roll. His brothers, surely, would throw a fit. “But– Well, you’re right and I’m not sure she’ll take it anyways, I just..” he paused, knowing his logic behind offering Nikhala the position would likely just bring Clover and Will full-circle in their conversation. Will was too nice and was doing it so she could go back to school and not have to worry about money… It sounded better before. “Never mind,” he decided on. The explanation would’ve been too easy for her.

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“See? That was very unfatherly. I’m proud of you.” She didn’t normally talk about Will’s brothers with him, what with them being family and all, but she often wondered why her fellow packmates ran around being so comparatively useless. Lily was insane, as everyone knew, and perhaps giving her presents helped smooth that over. And Cash was a traitor and an idiot, in addition to being a feral mutt, and Will’s refusal to admit that was a sticking point between them. “Your birthday? You mean it? You’re not just going to rent out a bar or something, are you? Because if it doesn’t involve a ballroom and a celebrity of at least B-list status, you are underperforming. We’ll need dancing girls, and acrobats, and -” Clover started scribbling ideas on the notepad she was holding. “Who’s planning this insane event? And if you say you are, I’m going to kick you. It’s your birthday, you’re supposed to be happy, not stressed.” His former years gave her hope. “Excellent. Then you can revert to form fairly quickly, I’m sure.” She quietly made plans to make sure at least a dozen Victoria’s Secret models were there. Anyone to take his mind of Nikki and this absurd attempt at friendship. “Glad to hear you see sense. I doubt she thought you were serious, anyway.” Clover would have to make sure someone called the girl, but she could also make sure her name was low on the list. After a moment, since it seemed appropriate, Clover patted Will on the shoulder. “You’re not bad at all this, you know. I only make a fuss because I don’t want you to go mad. Then Greyson might take over and we’d all be doomed.”

[semiautomat-rick-blog]

“Earlier than that.” Eric began. “We use smoke signals out here.” Having been standing on the porch when the woman approached him, it didn’t take much of a stroll to get to the screen door to pull it open. A gust of cool air from the air conditioning moved through the doorway as soon as it could. Rick moved through the door before she did–definitely not something he was ever raised to do, but there was no need to patronize the girl. She was already having a hard time as is. He held the door out for her to take with an extended arm, and then moved forward when he decided to. He continued to listen to her speak as he moved through the foyer to where the living room and kitchen connected.  “I’m Rick.” He moved backwards into a nearby doorway to lean. “Phone’s just over there.” Eric pointed to the solid black rotary phone hanging on the wall. 

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“I knew I should have spent more time in scouts and less time in gymnastics.” Clover had loathed scouts. Her mother had loved sending her off in her uniform. It wasn’t like there’d been much in the way of nature on the council block estate. His house was cool, and she practically thanked god out loud for it, fanning herself and turning to observe Rick, as he’d introduced himself. He certainly looked like a Rick. One of those very American names, like Joe or Dean or Hank. Padding along behind him, she picked up the phone. The dial tone went in and out. She called AAA and managed, she hoped, to get through to them. Once she was done, she looked around awkwardly. “So, what do you do, Rick?”

[alaskawritcs]

“No, I would never ask Will to give me that sort of money or any money for that matter.” Nikki declined, she wasn’t the type of person to ask to borrow money, she liked making her own and providing for herself then having someone do it for her. She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at Clover, “I’m not telling you that, that is personal and we are not close.” She took a sip of her drink, letting out a tired sigh and turned her attention more on Clover with a raise of her eyebrows and shook her head. “Yes I asked and he said no looked a bit uneasy about the subject. Just so you know, we didn’t break up over you. He wanted me to focus on school, he’s too hard headed.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Glad to hear it. He has too many people around without your principles.” Clover doubted her, but she hadn’t asked yet, so maybe she was on the up and up. “By all means, keep it to yourself. I’ll just ask the new girlfriend. Whoever she ends up being. Any suggestions? Since you two are friends now.” Clover finished off her champagne and poured another glass. Nikki just tried so hard all the time to ignore Clover. And she was so bad at it. “Oh well, I’m sure he just didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. Though apparently you did that anyway. And I’m relieved to hear you say that. Not that I was blaming myself, you understand. After all, what girl would be stupid enough to break up with Will over something so petty and small?” Raising an eyebrow, Clover just nodded. “I’m sure he sees a lot of potential in you.”

[catalinacvsta]

“That may very well be possible. Most people are a little weird.” She shook her head and shuddered at the thought and the propositions she’d been given in the past. There was a few people out there with many disturbing fantasies. “You have to sacrifice a few things if you want some good money, such as heels and comfort.” Valentina knew that so well, how she almost felt like crying every time she stepped out in a pair of heels that were the most popular. But still, she walked out with them with her head high and no wince in sight. “I used to do a similar act, though I juggle between dominatrix and the poor innocent little school girl.” Her heels clicked on the pavement as they made their way to the bar, cards in tow. However, when she noticed something red pass, she eyed closer. “That’s true” was all she chimed in.

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“You are master of the understatement. Or do I mean mistress?” Clover found sexual fantasies amusing most of the time. Sometimes she even enjoyed them, provided they didn’t wander into dark territory. And occasionally she used the information to extract things she wanted from men embarrassed at the notion of their girlfriends and wives finding out the truth. “Well, that’s why I now like making money sitting down. Or in lower heels.” They’d been ballet heels and she’d probably have died if she’d fallen in them. Thank god it hadn’t happened. So embarrassing. “You? Poor innocent schoolgirl? I don’t believe it. I don’t think you were ever innocent.” Val noticed something and Clover turned back to see what it was, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. “What?” 

[summerswolf-blog1]

“Could there be more boring topics of conversation?” Just the idea of being caught in endless conversations of that nature was enough to make Jai yawn. Luckily what they were doing was so much more interesting. His feint worked and soon enough he had the arrow in hand. She seemed annoyed but that didn’t dampen Jai’s smile any. Her refusal to get completely naked, however, did. “Underclothes was implied but if you wanna welch on part of the deal that’s fine. Just means I can’t trust you.” Not that she probably cared either way. The werewolf gathered up his bow and quiver, putting the stolen arrow back in with the rest and slinging them all over his shoulder. It didn’t take them long to walk back to the house he shared with Jade and Colbie and he flirted and snarked with her all through it. Letting them in, he lead her to his room which was fairly standard and non-descript, though there were a few personal items scattered around. Putting his bow and arrows away, he settled on the edge of the bed. “If you want music, you can use the wireless speaker.” He nodded to the one that sat on his side table and watched her expectantly. 

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Probably. You could tell me about your last visit to the dentist.” Arrow lost, she was much less interested in flirting. Debating just walking away because really, what was he going to do, complain,she put a hand on her hip and flicked her hair, irritated. “Were you going to trust me? Mistake on your part. If you’re going to make a fuss, I’m happy to keep my clothes on.” He was good looking, and he had nice clothes. She supposed she could take some. Maybe raid his fridge. It still seemed like selling herself short, but she’d made the bet. He flirted with her, and despite her irritation, his sarcasm was actually kind of funny. They mocked their fellow pedestrians and made predictions about the people in the cars that drove past. It was absurdly hot, so that by the time they arrived at his surprisingly nice house, Clover needed a drink. She guessed, from the amount of female clothing lying around, that he had roommates. Werewolves, no doubt. None of them smelled like Lily, so she was safe. Snagging water, she followed him to his room. He was all business and she rolled her eyes. “I think I’m going to call you Lucky. Like a golden retriever.” Playing around with her phone, she thumbed through songs. Putting on a song called Monsters, which felt appropriate, she stalked over and pushed him back on the bed, straddling his waist and sliding her top off over her head tossing it behind her. Leaning down, she almost kissed him before pulling back, dancing to the music as she pulled her hair out of her ponytail and shook it out, running her fingers through it and then down her body, meeting at her waist and rolling her shorts down slowly. Putting her hands on either side of his face, she batted her eyelashes at him. “Be a lamb and help me, Lucky. I seem to have forgotten what I’m supposed to do next.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

@williamcorbeau The things she’ll never say. 

[catalinacvsta]

Valentina could only smirk at the words. “That’s because this face has gotten me much money and many regulars. There’s something about men who love a woman who appears like they wouldn’t blink twice if they killed you. It’s the same reason why they’re so fascinated with women in prison.” The brunette told her as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her clients often mentioned how they wish they could be alone with her, pay her more to dominate them. It had been an interesting offer – but Valentina knew it was best if she didn’t give too much away. “If I sound motivational at all, trust me, it was not my intention and it came out wrong.” Her eyes rolled, groaning as Clover continued on with whatever it was she was saying. She’d blocked her out ever since she’d mentioned being motivational. With the card in her back pocket, she handed Clover the rest of the wallet to dispose of or keep. “Fuck being respectable. He shouldn’t have gotten himself pissed drunk.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“I thought it was because they enjoyed watching two women fuck. Though I think they just like the idea of being prey. Not all men want to be hunter-gatherers.” Clover blamed the strange connection men had between food and sex. Getting eaten wasn’t nearly as exciting as it probably sounded, but it might seem exciting. “I used to do a routine in leather with a riding crop. Very popular. I smacked men when they got too close to touching me. Very cathartic. But the leather was so damned hot and the heels made my feet hurt.” Yet another reason she was glad to be a wolf: high heels no longer made her feet ache after a long day. “Well thank God for that. Let’s both agree to never ever be motivational on purpose.” She could tell when Valentina was ignoring her and fired the butt of her cigarette at the other woman. Taking the wallet, she handed it to the first person who asked for change. Maybe they’d be able to sell his identity. “Indeed. Never know what kind of people you might meet.” 

[a-len]

“My dirtiest secret?” She asked with a loud sigh, drumming her fingers along the surface of the counter. “I’ve always loved the feeling I get when I drag chains over someone’s body, that small spark of fear in their eyes, the defiance.” It was nothing compared to blood, the twitching of a wolf and whimper when they knew that their death was inevitable, but she withheld the last part in fear the other would be scared away. “Charlie, Charlie Nixon. And what’s the name of my new… girlfriend. I think we’d look hot together.” Charlie winked at the girl with a smirk on her lips.  “Is that so? How would you have gone about it?”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

Clover was equal parts interested and somewhat repulsed by the woman’s answer. To be fair, she had asked. And chains and whips were very now. And this was Vegas, the place to let your dark inner self out to play. Clover leaned forward conspiratorially to whisper her answer. “Sometimes I actually like to cuddle.” She leaned back, laughing, and ate a noodle. “Truth be told, I prefer money to men. It lasts longer and the results are prettier.” Clover extended her hand to shake Charlie’s. She was pretty in a sort of feral way. She smelled all too human, otherwise Clover would have thought she was a wolf. She had that look about her, like she wouldn’t mind ripping out a jugular or two. “Clover Whitley. Formerly of Los Angeles, and England before that, if the accent didn’t give me away. And yes, we would.” Some girls pretended to be British to sound posh. They always got it wrong though. Clover’s smile hooked around her mouth like a jagged line. “With you? Probably lick your face and pretend to be crazy.” She bugged out her eyes for a demonstration.

[semiautomat-rick-blog]

“Smart move. Exploding cars are no good.” Eric nodded slowly. Then she asked for his phone. “Well, there’s a landline inside. It’s shit.” He figured the landline had been installed for the exact reason that was troubling her, but it wasn’t much of an upgrade. “But there’s a place in the kitchen, pretty good service there. You can come inside, see if it does anything for you?” 

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

“Glad we’re in agreement about that.” Not a conversationalist. Fan-bloody-tastic. She had zero time for quiet, brooding men who stared off into the middle distance like a Marlboro ad. “Have I, perhaps, traveled back in time somehow to 1943?” Even the landlines had shit service. She was either in the past or in hell. The heat suggested the latter. “Sounds lovely. Lead the way. I’m Clover, by the way. Since you’re inviting me in, might as well be on a first name basis.”

[sebastianandbooks]

He chuckled and shook his head. “Do people really make those jokes? Do they think they’re being clever?” He asked, still laughing a little. “I’m Sebastian, it’s nice to meet you.”

[clevercloverwhitley-blog]

Clover nodded, grimacing. “Of course they do. And I’m sure they believe they’re being clever. None of them have ever actually achieved cleverness.” She nodded. He definitely looked like a Sebastian. Wet behind the ears too. “What brings you to Las Vegas, Sebastian? You don’t look like a local.” Far too innocent.