Page 5 of Purrfectly Naughty
“You did?”
“Sure. We don’t have like a traditional Cub Scouts or anything in Maverick Point, but I talked to Hunter and he agrees, we should initiate a sort of club for the children of the Pride,” the Nari explained, “they shouldn’t be on the outside of things until they have their first shifts. We think they should develop strong community bonds with the Pride as early as possible. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Jessica agreed and Pamela nodded her head.
She was too choked up for words and sniffed to cover up the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. It was exactly the kind of thing Paulie needed. Her apartment was too cramped for sleepovers, and many of the moms from school were not exactly fond of Pamela.
If only the Pride had done something like that when she’d been younger, she thought regretfully. Tigers were loaners in the wild, and, even though Shifters lived in groups, Tiger Prides typically had smaller numbers than most Packs or Clans.
Children were often cast aside until it was known whether or not they could actually change into their animals. Sometimes, it was too late by then and those neglected children turned to gangs and bad crowds for support.
Pamela’s parents had both died before she’d reached puberty, the age when Tigers typically come into their fur, and she had to go through it alone. She’d had no one to depend on except for an older uncle who was neglectful to say the least.
No wonder she wound up under the thumb of a master manipulator like Blake. When Hunter had returned from college with him by his side, young Pamela had been smitten with the dangerous Shifter from Washington.
She had no idea what kind of monster lurked beneath his pristine smile. Not even after he’d ordered her to sleep with a Hyena Shifter from a neighboring Pack of the cold-hearted animals.
The memory filled her with revulsion. The beating she had received when she’d refused to be used like a whore was nothing compared to the one the Hyena Shifter had given her that night Gretchen had come upon them in the park.
He’d waylaid her by her car after she’d picked up a shift at a bar outside of town, and he’d knocked her out and brought her to the park. By the time she’d come to, Pamela’s clothes had been torn to shreds and she’d been covered in bites and scratches.
Gretchen and Reg had saved her from a much worse fate. Yes, she was glad Blake was dead. Happy her tormentor was gone for good. Her Tigress was happy too, though she would have preferred to be the one who ended his miserable life.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Elissa asked and Pamela blinked slowly.
“Sorry,” she said, “I was just thinking.”
“Thinking of the past? Well, fuck that shit,” the Nari growled, “Pamela, you listen to me, none of that matters. You are a wonderful mother and a great friend. You are a valuable member of this Pride. Now, are you ready to get gorgeous?”
She tapped her cell phone and turned on the Christmas music while Jessica unveiled the treasures she’d brought over from her store, Jessica’s Closet.
She specialized in plus-sized women’s clothing, and where a year ago Pamela was skinny as a twig, she’d put on some pounds in all the right areas to warrant an upgrade in sizes.
“OHMYGAWD,” gasped Elissa as Jessica showed them dress after spectacular dress.
“These are so beautiful, but I can’t afford-”
“Nonsense. This is for the Pride, and we will bear the expense,” Elissa said and grabbed the price tag off one of the gowns before shoving it at her, “now go try that on, and don’t make me use my Nari voice!” she threatened playfully for the second time in so many hours.
“Okay, okay,” Pamela grumbled and took the thing.
She went into the bathroom and took her time dressing. She could hardly believe the results. Pamela gasped as she spun around in front of the floor-length mirror, not recognizing herself.
“Pamela? Come out already!” Elissa knocked on the door.
“Sorry,” she said and stepped out to wolf whistles from the two females and their mates who happened to have joined them in the kitchen.
“Wow, Pamela, you look lovely,” Hunter smiled kindly at her.
“Lovely? She looks completely fuckable in that dress,” Jessica said, “I mean damn, I don’t think my tits ever looked that good. Brayden what do you think? I mean you seem to like them even though they’re like baby watermelons now, but I miss them being perky. Some lucky guy can so get a little freaky-fun-naughty-time on with those two fun bags if he just tugs on the straps, then bam, it is on-” she gasped as Brayden clamped a large hand over her mouth.
“Okay, I better get her home. She’s a little hormonal,” he shrugged though his cheeks burned bright pink.
The big man bent and picked his pregnant mate up, carrying her out to his car despite her grumbles. Still, Pamela and the other Shifters in the room could hear him as he told Jessica just how pretty her large breasts were to him and described in detail his plans for them when he got her home. If she wasn’t mistaken there was bound to be a run on caramel sauce at the local market.
“Okay then,” Elissa giggled, “It’s all set. You are wearing that dress, and we are watching Paulie tomorrow night. And Pamela?”
“Yes, Nari,” she said and carefully packed up the dress and accessories.
“Remember Santa, and Gerri, will be watching so you better be naughty!”
“Don’t you mean nice?” she asked curiously.
“Hell no!” Elissa winked and Pamela blushed scarlet while she gathered up her things and yelled for Paulie.
It was definitely time to leave, but the Nari’s parting words stuck in her head as she drove to her apartment to the sounds of Paulie singing carols in the back seat. She hadn’t been naughty in a very long time.
Maybe too long. Grrr.