Cedonia wore a stylish 1920s vintage cocktail dress version of Cleopatra’s costume. The top had gold and black stripes and sheer gold sleeves. Her navel was uncovered, and the black and gold stripes stopped just above her mound. Shear full-length wide pantyhose covered her legs and a veil dropped from her waist to the floor. She was athletic, but all the curves she had were flattered by her costume. Her eyes were decorated with Egyptian curls and powdered blue eyeshadow.

“Madame De Villiers told me you organized this party, Mr. Devlin?” she said, oozing sensuality.

Paul swallowed. “My mother would be delighted if you could cater Egypt’s National Day,” Cedonia held onto his arm. “You are obviously a man of great taste. May I ask your advice?” She pulled him along Paul was surprised that she was taking him upstairs.

All of a sudden, the door opened. Paul looked up in panic. He recognized Louise, Estelle’s daughter. Estelle looked back at her daughter but didn’t stop her ministrations.

Louise was wearing a catholic schoolgirl uniform one size too small. The skirt revealed frilly white panties. And her blouse was knotted right under her breasts. They were about the same as her mother’s as far as Paul could see. With all the madness happening, he didn’t bother thinking anything of lying on her mother’s bed with her mother!

Paul closed the door as quietly as he could. His heart did a summersault when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Madame De Villiers and she had a knowing smile.

“I’m shocked, monsieur Devlin, shocked that you would fuck the Egyptian ambassador’s daughter in my home…!”

He felt his life end. If the French ambassador’s wife sent him away, he would lose everything.

“Shocked, I say,” she continued, “that you would have her before me!”

Wait. Did Paul hear correctly?

Before he knew it, Madame De Villiers was pulling him along the corridor towards her own bedroom.

Once inside, she pushed him on the bed. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to ignore your hostess?” she lifted her short skirt to crawl onto the bed.

Azura was a Nubian Witch, versed in ancient Egyptian deities. Her connection to Hathor, goddess of the sky, the sun, sexuality and motherhood, music and dance, foreign lands and goods, and the afterlife, also made her a terrific cook.

Paul watched Azura walk into his office. She had a sparkling personality with natural charm that made him feel like royalty. Azura was a year younger than he was. Her dark skin had a healthy youthful glow. Her big brown eyes were interested. He went wild over her bountiful bosom and generous round ass. So, after she prepared the dish he asked for, and even suggested some spooky Halloween decorations, he hired her.

It was Miss Jones! All smiles and wearing a figure-hugging jeans and a stylish white men’s shirt. The top buttons were not closed at the top, but a lot lower. Paul didn’t know if it was her green eyes, her very sexy cleavage or yesterday’s peeping, but he just froze.

“Hi,” she said matter-of-factly, “I’m Tiffany Jones. You’re Paul Devlin, aren’t you? We’ve seen each other in the hallways. You’re a caterer, right?”

Tiffany stretched out on his couch like a feline. Her smile was coy. Her boobs had shifted in an enticing way.

“I’m having an intimate lunch tomorrow. Could you cater it for me, please?”

The urges in Clara’s body just wanted to pick up Paul and have her way with her right there and then. Then, she saw the other female heading for him. That was the third woman who lusted after the caterer. He really was a powerful male. Of course, the she-werewolf would have to share him, but she wanted to be the first mate to him, the Luna wolf of the pack. The others would have to wait for her before mating with him. It was simple to push that other female away, given her size. A few big strides brought her to him.

Paul was impressed by the werewolf suddenly standing in front of him. The costume was great, it even smelled like dog. And the grin! Wow, that suit must have some kind of built-in mechanics for the snout.

Disgusted with herself, Clara managed a girly voice. “Mr. Devlin, your cocktail food is tooo cute! I’d really like to hear how you come up with your ideas… Perhaps somewhere a bit more private?”