"Now, what SHOULD I do with you?" she asked. John prayed silently that Carrie would snap out of it, but she continued to simply stare at Bella with a look of adoration on her face.
Carrie took a step toward Bella, barely whispering the words, "Kiss me." John's heart sank. He knew Carrie had a strong bisexual streak she hadn't been able to entirely fulfill since they'd gotten together, but she'd told him she was over it. Apparently not, he realized. Bella smiled cruelly at him, kissing Carrie deeply and passionately. When they separated, Carrie smiled, saying, "Thank you."
"My pleasure..." Bella said, then continued, "Though it could be YOUR pleasure...would you like that?" Carrie nodded, her nipples rock hard and quite visible through the fabric of her shirt.
Boris the werewolf howled outside, and his howl was echoed by other werewolves in the neighborhood. Carrie shuddered, a smile on her face as she turned toward the window, dashing to it, peering out excitedly.
Bella smiled her cruel smile at John, clearly enjoying his powerless state. "Do you like werewolves?" she asked. John inwardly groaned. Carrie didn't just like werewolves, she LIKED werewolves. It was a hardcore fetish she had. The Howling was better than porn for her. John liked where this was going even less.
Carrie didn't disappoint. Her face lit up, and for a moment, he thought she might jump up and down whilst clapping her hands like a five year old, though she didn't. "Oh yeah!" she said, and from the look on Bella's face, John could tell that Bella realized just how much Carrie liked them, and in which way.
Bella smiled at John again, rubbing the moment in his face, clearly wanting to stretch the experience out. "What if I told you that Boris wasn't the only werewolf in this hotel?" she asked. Carrie smiled, her eyes wide.