"So," Carrie asked, "What do you charge?"
"What?" John said, echoed by Lolita.
"To make me into a werewolf...what do you charge?" Carrie asked.
"For you, sugar...it's free," Lolita said, licking he lips, "I'd do ANYTHING for Johnny-Boy...or his lady."
Carrie smiled broadly, joining them on the floor, taking one of John's hands in hers, and Lolita's in the other. "Did you have plans tonight, Lolita?" she asked, quietly amazed at just HOW aroused she was right now.
"Plans can change," Lolita said, leaning in to kiss Carrie again.
"Lots of things can change, and I hope that I'm one of them," Carrie replied, returning the kiss, then turning Lolita's head toward John, pushing it towards him for a kiss.
"Carrie..are you-" John started to say, pulling away from Lolita's lips.
"John....don't worry," Carrie whispered, "Just enjoy it." She guided John's fingertips to Lolita's burning sex, sliding them into it for him. Lolita pressed forward, kissing John passionately, with an undeniably loving vibe that Carrie slightly envied. Carrie drew Lolita's fingers to her own vagina, urging them to play with her clit, as aroused at orchestrating the menage as by the fingers that were now inside her of their own accord.
Lolita began to moan, at first softly, but then much louder as John became more enthusiastic with his own participation. "Oh....oohhhhh...ohhhh...give...give a whistle!" Lolita begged them.
Carrie happily complied, laying down on her back, splaying her legs apart. "Oh Lolita..." she cooed, then wolf-whistled.
Lolita's eyes once again grew large and red, and she immediately buried her face between Carrie's thighs.