"Tell me what I'd be," Wendy whispered into Lisa's ear.
Lisa pulled Wendy's ear to her lips and licked it softly as she becan to rub her hands along Wendy's body.
"You'll be a werewolf, Wendy," Lisa said.
Wendy moaned at the words.
"You'll be strong and powerful, with a sleek, sexy body. You'll change in the moonlight. You'll grow thick rich fur, a long tail, and sharp claws and fangs.
"I'll lick your snout and your furry snatch under the light of the moon."
Wendy rocked her body against Lisa's as she tried to calm the lust that was welling up inside her.
"And we'll howl at the moon together!"
Wendy pulled Lisa's lips to hers.
Lisa engaged Wendy in a deep, sensual kiss. Wendy pulled Lisa close and felt her body swell in her arms. Lisa raked her hands down Wendy’s back and ripped eight gashes in her shirt with her lengthening claws.
Wendy felt Lisa’s lips pull back as her face stretched in to a muzzle and her French kisses were answered by a tongue that grew longer and rougher by the instant.
Wendy was lost in a cloud of lust and desire when she was shaken back to reality by a pounding at the door to the office.
“Ah, Lis’?” a voice on the other side called, “Those guys from the ad agency are here, can I send them up?”
Wendy watched in awe as Lisa reverted to human form. She tugged at her tee shirt that had been pulled askew by her transformation and called back to toward the door, “I’ll be ready for them in a couple of minutes, Patty, send them up.”
“Okay,” Patty replied, “By the, Lis’, have you seen Wendy? She’s due back from lunch and I’ve gotta go to my class, so I need her to take over the desk.
Lisa looked at Wendy and smirked, “Duty calls,” she said.
As Wendy reluctantly headed down to her work station in the lobby, Lisa called to her, “This won’t take too long.”
Wendy headed to the locker room and washed her face. She grabbed one of the club’s tee shirts while she was there and tossed her shredded shirt into the garbage. As she cooled off at the sink, she realized there was little she was going to be able to do about her sticky underwear.
Back at the desk, Wendy took staring at the clock and the closed door to Lisa’s office. ’What the Hell’s taking so long?’ she thought as the minutes ticked past.
Wendy was impossibly horny. She rubbed her thighs together. The heat and friction provided some relief, but she knew what she needed – Lisa’s tongue on her hot pussy. Wendy shuddered as she contemplated what that would mean. She may have been infected already, but to tangle with Lisa would leave no doubt. Yet, Wendy wasn’t sure if she wanted Lisa for the wonderful feeling it would give her or for what it would guarantee she would become.
As Wendy rocked back and forth with her hand buried in lap beneath the deck, she decided it was both of those things and more that she really wanted.
She cursed the clock as it hit 4:30. According to protocol, she was due to file a report with Ranger One by 1730 hours. She had to use a secure computer to do it and the closest one was a good half hour away in the apartment that had been rented for her as part of her cover identity. Wendy began to wonder how she would sanitize the events of the day in that report.
Finally in fit of frustration (both mental and physical), Wendy stormed out of the club and jumped into her car.
Across town, Heather Peters had gone bed as well. Her hand drifted under her pajamas and into the thick thach of hair on her belly.
Almost in unison, each woman dropped a hand lower and began to tease their clits. Both were wet in an instant and the scent of their own arousal filled their noses. Quickly, fingers dipped into their soft warm tunnels and each moaned with delight as they brought themselves a release from the stress of the day.