Page 3 of The Werebear's Swing
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that I felt more than heard. "That's kind of the point. We like to keep things... discreet."
We reached a door at the end of the hallway. Ferguson pushed it open with his shoulder, revealing a clean, well-maintained locker room far larger than any I’d ever seen. The smell of chlorine was stronger here, mixing with steam and what I now recognized as sandalwood.
"Alright, here's the deal," he said, placing the pizza boxes on a bench. "You'll find towels in your locker. Wear one, or don't. That’s your choice.” He gave me a wink. “And through that door is the main area with the pool, hot tub, sauna, and steam room. Beyond that you’ll find a set of stairs. Downstairs are private baths and upstairs are the playrooms. Wander around and see if you can find anything you like.”
I nodded, trying to process everything while fighting the nervous energy building inside me. "And what exactly happens in the main area?"
Ferguson's eyes met mine, amusement dancing in them. "Whatever you want to happen, Johnny. Some guys come here to relax, some to socialize, others for... different reasons." He gestured to my uniform. "But first, you should put everything in your locker and grab a quick shower.” He grabbed his pizza boxes and straightened up. “There’s only three rules here at the bathhouse,” he said, holding up three fingers. “First and most important, consent. Nothing is done without the consent of both parties.”
I nodded. That made sense.
“Two,” he said, putting down another finger. “All personal items, including any electronics, must be left in your locker. You’re allowed to wear your towel and that’s it. You can’t even take a watch inside. Any photography or video taping will get you banned immediately.”
I nodded again. They really took their discreet thing seriously.
“And third,” he said, putting down his last finger. “Have fun, do what makes you happy, and make some friends here if you like. Most members don’t use real names here, so you can feel safe knowing that nobody will track you back to your job or home or anything else. To some members, the bathhouse is sacred, a place to connect with your mind, body, and soul without the judgement of the outside world. So try to find some joy here.”
He turned away, heading for the far door.
“Wait,” I called after him, my arm outstretched. “You’re not coming with me?”
The Werebear turned back, smiling as he shook his head. “I have a private space where I can eat and you need to explore the bathhouse by yourself.” He gave me another wink, filling my belly with warmth once more as my cock twitched in reply. “But maybe we’ll run into each other. You never know.” He paused for a moment before turning back to me. “Oh, I forgot to mention, this is a monster-friendly bathhouse as well. You’ll find lots of people like you and me here in all different shapes and colors. So maybe it’s a good time to explore something new.”
Then, with a knowing smile, Ferguson stepped through the far door and was gone, leaving me standing by myself in the middle of the giant locker room. Except, now that I looked, I wasn’t alone at all. There were several men and at least one werewolf all looking in my direction with an expression of awe on their faces. I’d heard the conversation with the front desk guy, but it didn’t dawn on me until that moment that Ferguson was someone important or special in the bathhouse. I just didn’t know what he did there. He talked a lot about relaxation and he was really fit, so maybe he was a yoga instructor or something?Then again, he’d hinted pretty heavily at…otheractivities within the bathhouse. Could he be a… sex worker then?
I shook my head. I had no idea how that kind of stuff worked. Or if it was even legal.
Locker fourty-seven was tucked away in a corner. I opened it to find several neatly folded white towels and a small basket for my belongings. My hands trembled slightly as I peeled off my pizza uniform, the fabric stiff with the day's sweat and food smells. The RJ's logo on my polo seemed to mock me as I stuffed it into the locker.
Standing naked in the locker room felt strangely liberating after being trapped in that uniform all day. It wasn’t much different than going for a shower at the gym, but the atmosphere was definitely more charged. I wrapped one of the towels around my waist, the soft material a stark contrast to the scratchy polyester I'd been wearing. The elastic wristband with the key felt tight against my skin, a reminder that this was real and not some weird hallucination brought on by delivery fatigue.
I found the shower area easily enough. It was a large tiled space with an open plan. Columns of shower heads rose from the floor in equal measures, each of them with four showerheads and zero privacy. A few men were already there, none with towels on, and all of them in various states of arousal. My eyes widened as I took in several cocks all at once, some thick, some long, and some that weren’t human at all. One man had a cock that was sort of an aqua color with ridges and a thick knot at the base. It wasn’t until I saw the fins on his forearms and the scales catching the light across his body that I realized he wasn’t human. Maybe he was a water creature of some kind? I wasn’t sure. My interactions with the monster society were limited to say the least. I knew they existed and I’d even grown up with a couple, but most humans kept to themselves while monsters didthe same. It was rare to have a place where they interacted on such an…intimatelevel.
I found a shower in the back, away from the others and made my way there, careful to keep my gaze glued to the tile floor. As soon as I’d stripped off my towel, I turned on the water and stepped under. The hot spray hit my shoulders, and I let out an involuntary groan. God, that felt good. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the lingering smell of pepperoni and disappointment. For the first time in weeks, I felt the tension in my back begin to uncoil.
"First time?"
I opened my eyes to see a man step up to the showerhead next to mine, his skin glistening under the spray. He was older, maybe mid-forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and an easy smile. My eyes dropped down immediately, relieved to see he wasn’t rock hard and looking for action this instant. I still wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted to do here.
"That obvious, huh?" I replied, reaching for the soap dispenser on the wall.
"Ferguson doesn't usually sponsor new members," he said with a knowing look. "You must have made quite an impression."
I felt heat creep up my neck that had nothing to do with the hot water. "I just delivered his pizza."
The man laughed. "Well, you're in for an interesting night.”
“I guess we’ll see. I’m not really sure what to expect.”
The man nodded and rinsed himself down quickly, letting me exist in peace for a few more moments. Eventually he turned off his shower, and grabbed his towel. "Enjoy yourself tonight. This place has a way of giving you exactly what you need. I know it always does for me." And with that cryptic statement, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked away.
I finished my shower quickly, suddenly eager to see what lay beyond the locker room door. The warm water had revitalized me, washing away some of the bitterness I'd been carrying all day. I secured my towel around my waist and headed for the door Ferguson had disappeared through.
The main area was dimly lit, with recessed blue lighting giving everything a dreamlike quality. A roman-style bath dominated the center of the room, its surface dotted with more than a dozen bathers. Steam wafted up from the water, creating a hazy atmosphere that made the whole scene feel unreal. Around the edges of the bath were various alcoves with cushioned benches where men lounged nude, their bodies in various states of arousal. Some were clearly human, while others displayed traits that marked them as something else, scales, horns, fur, unusual skin colors, and sometimes an otherworldly presence.
I hesitated at the edge, suddenly self-conscious. My gym routine had kept me in decent shape, but I wasn't used to being so exposed around strangers. Still, something about the relaxed atmosphere made me bold enough to drop my towel on a nearby hook and slide into the warm water.
The heat enveloped me immediately, and I couldn't help but sigh as it seeped into my muscles. I found an empty spot along the edge of the bath and settled in, letting my head rest against the tiled rim.
