Thread: Teamwork (ClearSight x Javorcek)

Watching Sarah work was a delight, and Amelia was more focused on her friend rolling the joint and lighting it than she was with anything else. Am not. She gave a weak, insincere refusal to Sarah's playful accusation, only to let herself nestle in even more to her leaned back, comfortable position. Your legs are soft. She murmured letting her eyes half close as she managed to get comfortable and relaxed amidst the chaos of the party, as if she was in her own little world and Sarah was the only one with her. She took the offered joint when Sarah placed it in front of her lips and took the first, brilliant inhale. She made a satisfied noise through her pursed lips, closing her eyes completely as the first hit washed over her. Sarah's weed was the best, whether it was the more common strains or the specialty products like what Amelia was inhaling, it was all perfection. She appreciated the obsessive pride Sarah had in her work, because the few times in her life Amelia ever showed similar enthusiasm was with her experiments. After taking a few needed hits she reached up and took the joint out of her mouth, holding it between her fingers as she rubbed the back of her head lazily across Sarah's soft, elastic thighs. It was so comfortable. Mmmph, I didn't come here for the event though, I came here for you. She admitted without any embarrassment, not meaning it in any way other than what it was, she didn't care to admit the one person she wanted to see after a long day was her anxious beta friend. Even her long time friends didn't compare, nobody let her unwind like the beta, and it wasn't just the stellar weed. Besides, I'm pretty sure whatever dress clothes I have are so well hidden and unused that they are unsuitable to be worn in public, so it was this or me coming in nothing but a bow tie. She joked, chuckling slightly at her own words as the image of her showing up in nothing but a black bow tie drifted through her head. It would be kind of funny in a sarcastic way, but she hated attention so that was unlikely to happen. Amelia didn't keep gabbing with Sarah though, letting her mind empty as she relaxed, taking in the heavy product so kindly provided for her. It really was her favorite strain, even if it was a risky one to smoke in public. Luckily she had Sarah, and she trusted the beta. After another hit she turned her head so it was her cheek resting on Sarah's thigh, a slight temptation ran through her mind at that moment, but was quickly squashed by the prevalent relaxed and lazy aura consuming her. Instead she took in her friends relaxing scent, closed her eyes, and just experienced everything without visuals. The panting and moaning, the whines, the scents, and her weed. She let it all wash over her and only opened her eyes for a brief moment to see Sarah's curious gaze, smiling at her friend and then getting comfortable with her eyes closed once again. If it wasn't for her taking the occasional hit and nuzzling into Sarah's thigh when she felt the need to adjust herself it would look like she was sleeping. --- The brief interruption gave Zoe just enough time to get herself together, and turn back to look at the sexy, dominant Alpha behind her. What should have felt odd, her first time being the submissive, beta figure, didn't feel strange at all. Instead, as Bridget grew more feral and dominant, Zoe found herself with greater submissive urges. She found herself panting in heavier, more elongated breaths, she found herself agreeing with every utterance of mine and every claiming bite or nip, and she found herself shivering in excitement when Bridget said she was actually going to fuck her. Zoe hadn't missed the potion, she knew Bridget's desire to fuck her, to claim her in front of all those people was a realizable goal. However, she couldn't find it in herself to say no, she didn't want to stop it. Fuck me... She practically whispered, looking back at Bridget with wanton desire. There was no way to stop her desires from taking over, Zoe was going to be fucked, she was going to be claimed in front of these people, and she was the beta. Those were facts, not possibilities, and both her and Bridget knew it. Neither one of them had the desire or ability to stop what was happening. Why would they? It all felt so fucking good, and it felt right. A lesser Alpha submitting to a stronger, more dominant Alpha, there was nothing wrong with that. Zoe's wolf continuously reminded her where she belonged, beneath this sexy, powerful creature. Fuck... Zoe whined, not accustomed to being the bottom, and certainly not taking a cock. She was closeted, but she didn't date guys. So, while she had used a potion and been on the other end before, she had never been fucked by one. One girl had convinced her to try a strapon, which had been nice, but there was a huge difference between the lifeless toy and the hot, fleshy, pulsing cock slowly inching its way inside of her. Bridget's cock, the very thought made her whine and moan, slowly devolving into a more submissive, needy creature as the night continued on. She was also becoming more and more aware of the crowd, and instead of shying away was looking out at them, reveling in the stares... It was as if it all made sense and was natural, to be claimed by the top wolf in front of all the lesser wolves. Don't tease me... Take me! She gave a slightly louder shout that before, but it still came off as desperate begging and not out of place demanding, the young lesser Alpha inherently knowing her place, and going crazy from the instinctual need to be marked. Whatever motives she had started the night with, they were different now, all she wanted was sex, to be the submissive bitch and get what she needed most. There was none of the indecision or confusion the start of the night had.