[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero

by Rebecca Foxx

  Chapter 4

  Tammy paced around her apartment, nervously awaiting the arrival of the young girl. She wanted everything to be absolutely perfect when the girl arrived. She dimmed the lights, put on some alternative rock and laid out a few candles on the dinner table.

  Maybe she was overdoing it, she thought. Yes, she was definitely overdoing it. In a panic, she blew out the candles, turned off the mood music, and put the lights all the way on. She took a deep breath and sat down the on couch. She could feel her pussy calling out for the girl.

  She hadn't even bothered to ask whether or not the girl, whose name was Lisa, was a student at UC Riverside. Of course, that would be a big deal. A life-and-death kind of big deal. Tammy had already gotten caught, having sex with one of her students in her office, by one of her colleagues.

  That situation still hadn't been dealt with. She didn't know how much longer that guillotine would swing over her head.

  She couldn't help it. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she absolutely loved to abuse her power. She loved to stare with her hard, domineering eyes at the young women who were waiting, desperately, anxiously, to be instructed by a wise, older woman. That's what she offered.

  There were plenty of women with better bodies, women who had more charming personalities. That wasn't her appeal. And she knew it. She was the one who would play the masculine role, the leader, the one who would be on top.

  She loved being on top. Maybe that's because so much of her life she hadn't had at any control. She'd moved around from one family member to another, each one seeming to care less and less about her and when there were no more disinterested family members to send her to, she'd been put in the care of not only disinterested, but also cruel and sadistic state employees. Her entire childhood had been a burning, weeping, wailing hell.

  One of her first therapists had told her, that in order to recover from the trauma, she should seek out relationships in which she could have complete control, relationships that would allow her to dominate and subjugate another person.

  First, Tammy had reacted strangely to the advice. There was something about it that didn't seem to fit with what a patient would generally hear in that sort of situation. Maybe that's because it was true, because it was advice that could be applied in the real world to great effect.

  She didn't want to think about that right now. The girl would be walking into her apartment any minute. She would have to do her best not to jump on her when she came in the door. She had told Lisa that maybe they would try some clothes on together.

  But of course, she had no intention of doing anything of the sort. Her plans for the young girl were much more licentious than that.

  Finally, the doorbell rang. Tammy smiled with satisfaction, eyes close, standing in the middle of her apartment. What was perfect anyway? As long as they had a good time, chatted, flirted, kissed, and maybe some more things as well, it would end up being a great night.

  After the two women hugged and kissed on the cheek, Tammy poured them both a glass of Pinot Grigio.

  "Let's toast to new friends," Tammy said, smiling seductively, eyeing the brown-eyed beauty the whole time.

  "That sounds great," Lisa said.

  Tammy could tell that Lisa was wracked by nervousness and anxiety. This was probably the first time that she'd been in such an erotic situation with a woman let alone an older, and very experienced woman.

  "I should've asked you this before," Tammy said. "Are you a student at UC Riverside?"

  The girl's eyes opened wide. "Oh no, you aren't a professor, are you?"

  Tammy closed her eyes and laughed. She'd been worrying over the last few hours that Lisa might have heard of her exploits. She might have heard about her penchant for the young, sweet, aching pussies of her most attractive students.

  She felt relieved that Lisa hadn't heard about her. Maybe her reputation hadn't spread quite as far and wide as she thought.

  If he wasn't able to protect her name, to keep the damaging rumors from spreading, she would probably have to leave the university. Maybe she would head to the Midwest--back home where she had family, some roots that she could pull on, could draw from for nourishment.

  And of course, she could always go back to New York, the city where she felt like she'd finally grown from a girl into a young woman, and eventually into a woman. Lots of people had told her to the West Coast, specifically to Southern California. It was a better place to live for creative people, she'd heard. It was cheaper with tons of networking opportunities. There was no place like it.

  "Do you want anything to drink?” Tammy asked. "I have wine and beer."

  Tammy hadn't bothered to ask whether or not Lisa was over 21. What was the point? They were already breaking so many rules, so many written and unwritten rules, that could end up getting them both in serious trouble. Why start worrying about the consequences now?

  "I'll have a glass of white wine," Lisa said.

  Great, Tammy said to herself. She wasn't going to have any problem seducing this young girl, none at all.

  "Do you really think it's safe for us to be doing this," Lisa says. "I mean, don't you think we could get into a lot of trouble?"

  Tammy took a slow sip from her glass of wine, the whole time keeping her eyes fixed on Lisa. Was she trying to back out already? Was she getting cold feet?

  "As long as you don't say anything," Tammy said. "Then there shouldn't be any problems, don't you think?"

  But it wasn't really much of a question. If you want to be young girl to relax and trust she wanted to put her mouth her lips or tongue or teeth all over the girls beautifully curvy flesh she can.

  She couldn't resist from touching her. She leaned towards her on the couch, bringing her lips right next to the fleshy neck. She breathed lightly, ever so lightly and gently, into Lisa's ear. Tammy could feel the young girl quivering with pleasure.

  She could hear the young girl's breathing picking up, her heart starting to beat faster in her chest.

  "You're so fucking sexy," Tammy said.

  Lisa blushed. She didn't seem accustomed to receiving many compliments.

  "Do you really think so?" Lisa asked.

  Tammy let one of her fingers run down the Lisa's cheek and then down onto the exposed flesh above where the fabric of her dress propped up her fluffy breasts.

  "And you have the nicest tits," Tammy said.

  Now she was a hot flaming ball of lust. It was a feeling that scared her. She did know if she would be able to contain herself. It was in moments like these, when her blood began to boil with desire, that she lost control of herself, when without thinking about it she became ensnared in the white heat of lust, when she could begin to shift, to transform into her ancestral form, that of a feral cat.

  It was never easy to explain how that happened. It had been a long time since she'd shifted unknowingly. It had ended her last serious relationship. It was too much for the other woman to handle. It was too much for Tammy to explain.

  But there was something about this girl in front of her, with her wide-open, naïve eyes, warm spirit and welcoming energy, that made Tammy feel like maybe there was a chance. Like maybe this girl would be willing to accept her animal form.

  "You don't think I'm fat do you?" Lisa asked.

  Tammy took her hands away from her breasts for one moment and stared into Lisa's eyes. The question seemed so ridiculous. Lisa's sexy curves made her tingle, set her brain and her imagination on fire with wild ideas of what they could do to each other. And she actually wondered whether or not she was attractive?

  "Don't even tell me," Tammy said. "Some stupid boy told you that you are fat, is that it?"

  Lisa sighed heavily. A melancholy expression spread over her face. She raised her eyes, tears beginning to well up in them.

  "Not just boys," she said. "Everyone. I mean everyone. My mother, my sisters my father my brother. Everyone!"

  Tammy couldn't bear to hear any more of the young girl's pain. She rea
ched out and pulled her close.

  They hugged briefly. Then Tammy pulled back, wiped the tears from Lisa's fleshy cheeks, and cupped her chin in her hand. For a few moments of beautiful silence, the two women stared deeply into each other's eyes, communicating more things than words ever could, their souls time traveling, dipping through the past and flowing back to the present.

  It was as if their spirits had become one. It was a magical moment for both of them.

  Tammy was going to lean in, make a move, plant a soft kiss the young girl's delicate, succulent mouth. But the tables were turned on her.

  Lisa pushed Tammy's hand away and stared at her, intensely, pupils slowly dilating and filling with desire. Without knowing what happened next, Tammy found herself on her back on the carpet, arms and legs pinned as Lisa began to ravish her body, peppering her with kisses and sucks and nibbles, taking one of the hard nipples in her mouth, holding it between her teeth, biting lightly.

  When Tammy screeched out in pain, Lisa just continued to clamp down. A man unexpectedly she would release the tickets staring down at the older woman, finally she had taken control of the encounter. She stopped, put two fingers in her mouth, moving them in and out, in and out, never breaking eye contact and then she pushed the two fingers into Tammy's wet, aching, swollen cunt.

  Tammy spread her legs as wide as possible. Her hips began to gyrate on the floor, as the young girl's hands moved in and out, and then she felt something that pushed her completely over the edge.

  Lisa had slipped a saliva and pussy juice-slicked finger into her tight asshole. She moved in and out, worked it around, and within seconds the loosened up, became wet, and she was able to get another finger in there.

  "Oh my God, oh my God that it feels so fucking good," Tammy said. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

  Tammy could feel herself slowly transforming, shifting into her most primal form. There was nothing that she could do to stop it. And when she shifted so did Lisa. They became two feral werewolves hungrily pleasuring each other, howling into the night.

  THE END

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  Diva Las Vegas

  Ch. 1 – Chelsea

  God, I hate lines. Lines to get on the plane, lines to get a cab. The lines at the hotel check were the worst. There were twelve check-in desks open not including the express check-in desks which typically had no line.

  If the annoyingly cheerful receptionists spent the same amount of energy doing their goddamned job as they do smiling and pretending to give a shit, then the line would move quicker.

  “C’mon already” I said to nobody in particular.

  I just wanted to get to my room. It had been a long flight from JFK and I was in dire need of a shower. I needed some me time without thousands of people getting on my nerves everywhere I looked. I shuffled forward like a penguin as the line edged a little closer. Only four people in front of me now and two of those were a loved-up couple to theoretically they only counted as one.

  “We won’t have time to read through the conference notes at this rate”. For some reason, my traveling companion, Katie found this amusing “I hate being unprepared" she added.

  “Katie Hon, we are in Vegas. We have two nights of partying ahead of us. Do you honestly think I’m going to sit in my room drinking coffee, reading some goddamned boring notes?” I looked at her for a reaction. In truth, I was a little annoyed that Miss Goody had been asked to attend the conference. I was convinced she had only been sent to keep me in check.

  “Well, I like to be prepared” Katie was rummaging around in her bag for something and never looked up.

  I shuffled forward again. Just Mr. and Mrs. Loved Up in front of me now. I looked around the reception area studying faces. It was doubtful I would recognize anyone, despite over a hundred people attending from my firm. I worked in a small sub-office in the burbs of New York.

  There were only six of us in the office unlike the main office in Manhattan, which employed over sixty. At the last count, the company headcount reached around six hundred scattered all of the US. Every day I expected to learn that my small office was going to close, but if that happened where would they send all the crappy difficult files?

  Mr. and Mrs. Loved Up picked up their card keys and walked away from the counter. I waited patiently like a good little girl to be called over to the pretty young blond who was staring at a screen on the counter.

  “Next” The receptionist didn’t even look up as I waddled over to the counter. “Welcome to the MGM Ma’am. How can I help you” She still didn't look up and I wasn't going to reply to the side of her head. I read the badge above her very large left breast. 'Jayne. Front Desk'. I placed a copy of the email confirming the booking on the counter and waited.

  Jayne picked it up and typed something into her terminal. “Ms. Chelsea Jenkins, party of two” Jayne’s finger hovered over the keyboard in anticipation of my confirmation. “Half right, I am a party of one Hon” Jayne removed her hand and grabbed the mouse and started moving it around and clicking. The time Jayne looked up. “Your booking is confirmed for one deluxe king size room, a party of two. The other party is Miss Katie O’Neil”

  “Here!” Katie heard her name and she must have assumed it was a roll call as she walked over to the desk with a broad grin set into her pretty face.

  “That’s not what was booked Hon. Please check again” I was getting annoyed now. The receptionist asked to see Katie’s booking form and she typed the details into her terminal.

  After a few silent seconds, Jayne smiled and stared at us as though she had just solved the mystery of the universe. “I can see what’s happened. The booking system has allocated you the same room. It must have been a glitch. Silly computers” I just stared at her trying to comprehend how casually she was talking about this.

  The receptionist called over an attractive middle-aged woman who looked at the screen, and then at me and Katie. She smiled and whispered something into Jayne’s ear before walking off.

  I pointed to my face “You see this Hon? This face doesn't share”

  I stared at the smiling face on the other side of the counter. Jayne pointed at her terminal and looked straight at me “You see this Ma’am? It says we are fully booked”

  Ch. 2 – Katie

  “It won't be that bad Chelsea. In fact, it may be fun” I had no problem dealing with the mix up at all.

  Chelsea was acting like it was a personal attack on her. “I bet the booking system handles tens of thousands of bookings each week. It’s bound to get the odd on wrong. Right?” Chelsea stopped and turned to look at me. “Katie, just shut the fuck up Hon!”

  Our room was the last along a long and bright corridor on the twelfth floor. Well, there was another room without a number on it next to ours which I took to be an office or a store of some kind. Chelsea stomped down the corridor until she reached our double deluxe king size bedroom. She swiped her key card and pushed on the door after the mechanical click unlocked it.

  The room was huge with a table and small sofa. A coffee machine sat above a mini bar. Cityscape's of Vegas were hung on the wall, which I thought was crazy as you only had to look out of the window to Vegas. The bed was indeed king size and the bathroom contained one of the largest showers I had ever seen.

  I unpacked and hung up the two dresses I had brought, hoping the folds would drop out by the morning as I couldn't find an iron. Chelsea was still in a foul mood as she strutted around the room opening drawers and cupboards and slamming them shut.

  “Do you have any preference Chelsea?” I stared at the bed. “I mean left or right. I prefer to be close to the bathroom but I really don't mind” Chelsea turned her head and stared at me “I don’t give a shit Katie, knock yourself out” “I moved my bag to the side of the bed nearest the bathroom and started to pack my underwear into the bedside drawers.

  “F
ucking great”. A bang came from over by the kitchen area. “The mini bar is locked” Katie was on her knees trying to break in. “I’m sure housekeeping…” I started to reply but Chelsea had stormed out of the room. I assumed she was going to find someone else to shout at to open the mini bar. The hotel door gently closed behind Chelsea despite her attempt to slam it.

  Peace at last. Total silence, if you didn't count the gentle hum of the air-conditioning. It was nearly five o’clock and the thought of the giant shower consumed my thought process. I slipped out of my jeans, pulled my fake Led Zeppelin tour t-shirt over my head, and stepped into the bathroom.

  I reached into the shower and within seconds it was at the prefect temperature for me. I undid my bra and stepped out of my panties. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror at the back of the door before stepping in the shower. I was in my mid-twenties and I was pretty pleased with my body. Not that it had attracted much attention recently.