Anaya slid an arm around Wendy who now didn't resist, in fact Wendy leaned back into the embrace, almost
undeniably fully under the sway of the lycanthropic beauty's pheremones. Anaya nuzzled her neck, smiling
against the Indian girl's skin, hearing her increased heart rate and feeling her tense slightly as she did.
"Hmm.." Anaya practically purred into Wendy's ear. "You seem..tense, beautiful girl..I can help you with that,
you know?"
"I.." Wendy protested lightly as Anaya's hands moved to Wendy's waist and pulled her fully against her,
pressing her busom against Wendy's shoulder blades and entwining her legs with the FBI agent's, keeping her
close. Her fingers pressed firmly into Wendy's inner thighs, massaging slightly, sending a hard shiver through
her body.
"You've been through a lot today..why don't you let me help you, Wendy?" Anaya's voice was both soothing and
seductive, promising dark pleasures that Wendy hadn't let herself think about in a long time, let alone since
she'd been on assignment. Anaya slid them both forward, hovering Wendy's mound over a jet for a moment,
letting the pulsing water hit her directly.
"I..I.." Wendy moaned, her hands reaching for Anaya's legs and squeezing as a wave of pleasure crashed through
her.
"Don't you want me to help you?" Anaya asked, her fingers rubbing along the fabric of Wendy's bikini bottom.
"I..I.." Wendy gasped, torn between what she knew to be a penultimate choice. Saying yes would almost
inevitably lead her down the path of joining the pack, if not tonight then soon. It would compromise her even
further, but it was tempting..so tempting.
Saying no would deny her pleasure, but would allow her to feel some level of integrity with her job. In
theory, she could go back to Ramer and explain what had happened..get the hell off of the assignment..run,
have a life somewhere. Perhaps just have a cushy desk job at the agency, even.
Still, there was no telling what would happen if she said no right now..she had no weapon on her. As part of
her cover, she wasn't allowed to carry. Laws of domestic surveillance made getting cameras or anything of the
sort rather difficult into places like this..women had a tendency to be sue-happy, and the agency was overly
cautious. Her cellphone was in her locker, so she might not have a chance to get a message to Ramer before the
worst happened.
And all the while as she tried to process her choices, Anaya distracted her, rubbing her lightly and kissing
her neck, sending her nerve endings firing, muddying her thoughts and making a decision even harder than it
needed to be.
"Anaya.." she gasped, involuntarily pushing her hips forward, pressing her lightly-covered mound against her
seductress' fingers. "I..I.."