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The two men pulled their cocks out of the quivering girl. Dunnigan looked at Hunter with a smile as he tucked himself away. Sally slowly stopped gasping and unsteadily got to her feet, looking at Hunter with doe eyed gratitude.

"Thank you so much Mr. Collins," she murmured. "You're so good to me."

"Clean yourself up and get back to work Sally," he told her.

"Yes sir," she said as she tugged her jeans back up, heedless of the come that was dribbling down her thighs. "Will you be wanting me again sir?" Her voice was thick and anxious with need.

"Perhaps later. I'll let you know if I need anything. Go back to work now."

"Yes sir," she answered meekly before walking out of the room. She didn't glance at Dunnigan as she passed him and closed the door.

"Let that serve as a practical demonstration of what can happen," the older man said. "It varies from woman to woman, as I said before. That one is young and impressionable, and probably already had something of a crush on you. Many women will be oblivious or indifferent to your scent."

"Look Mr. Dunnigan, I'm not entirely sure what's going on here. I'm not going to tell you that I didn't enjoy what just happened, but that isn't how I normally behave. You come in with this wild story about fairy tales. I know you've shown me some things, but I'm still not sure this isn't some kind of con. If you bit me to turn me into a werewolf, why did you pick me? And why did you say earlier that I'm the only werewolf in the room?"

"I selected you because you seemed the most suitable candidate. As to why you're the only werewolf in the room, it's because when I bit you I transferred my....affliction, for lack of a better word, to you."

"So when you bit me, you gave your werewolf curse to me, and were cured? Which means that to get rid of it, all I have to do is find some other poor bastard to bite."

"Theoretically true," Dunnigan said with an urbane smile. "However, the plan has a serious flaw. Once the...affliction, is passed on, the original party has only a short time to live."

Hunter shook his head with a disbelieving laugh. "So you're telling me that you're on the verge of dying. You look healthy enough to me, even if I don't take your age into consideration."

"Nonetheless, it is true. My remaining lifespan can be measured in days, if no hours. That is why it is so important that you listen to me." He opened his briefcase and took out a fur pouch on a strap. Placing it on the desk, he held up a flash drive and put that down beside it.

"The drive contains all the information I'm going to give you, plus much more. You will find it useful in the weeks ahead. The pouch can be worn when you are transformed, and can be used to carry essentials that you understandably will not have pockets for."

Dunnigan looked across the desk at Hunter, his face suddenly very serious.

"Listen to me Mr. Collins. Your life and sanity may well depend on it."