Thread: Teamwork (ClearSight x Javorcek)

Sarah was currently watching the scene before her with the same concentration she exhibited whenever she was analyzing the pedigrees of her plants. Some botanists preferred the far less time and resource consuming process of transgenics, but Sarah was a bit more old school no growth hormones, no gene-splicing. The beta bred her plants very, very carefully and took meticulous notes on the characteristics of each strain of marijuana in an attempt to get the next generation of plants just right. While most everyone else in the circle was watching the live porno playing out infront of them, Sarah looked like she was actually -studying- it, which she kinda was. The young beta didn't really have all these werewolf urges like her friends did...which was probably due to her anxiety and ADHD. So rather than find what her friend was doing arousing, she actually found it fascinating. Trying to pinpoint the moment that a wolf went from composed to feral was a fun little game for her. A buzz from her bra made the little beta jump as her phone went off - Sarah startled very easily, even while high. She stealthily retrieved the device and checked her messages, just to see one from her friend, Amelia. 'At Rico's party. What about you?' the younger girl sent back. When she didn't get a response she figured that Amelia was probably getting dressed so that she could come on over. She hadn't gotten a request for weed from her friend in awhile and assumed that Amelia would come over, hang out a little bit, and then buy a baggie off of her. She knew her friend worked with viruses and figured that she wouldn't want to smoke in the circle because she was kind of a germophobe...but still, it would be nice just to talk to her friend and catch up a little bit after a summer spent apart. ----- More? Bridget pulled away, a soft chuckle in her voice as she looked at the panting, whimpering bitch on her hands and knees infront of her. If only she had a toy or two...then she could properly overwhelm her lover for the evening. Barely any resistance... The older Alpha teased as she worked in her first, then second knuckle past the other girl's tight ring of muscle. How often does my naughty little butt slut play with herself? The comment was a shot in the dark...but she was pretty certain that any woman who was comfortable enough to practice anal play infront of a bunch of strangers must also practice in the bedroom. ----- Sarah was back to intently studying the growingly more taboo show that Bridget was putting on with the stranger. So focused on the sight, she nearly jumped out of her own skin when Amelia snuck up behind her. The only thing that kept her from flying halfway across the deck in a fright was her friend's familiar, calming scent. Don't do that! Sarah whispered in a soft hiss and batted at the older girl. Guh, Amelia thought it was funny to fluster her and it wasn't funny! But, well, she couldn't stay mad at her friend, even when she was a butthead. Yeah, I've got some in my bag. The beta smiled...though that smile fell when she realized that she had left her pack over by the couch. Biting her lower lip, she steeled herself and then got up to retrieve the bag. Of course once she got too close for Bridget's liking, the powerful Alpha stopped what she was doing long enough to whip around, snarling at the intruding beta and crowding over the girl she was playing with to protect her. Not going to bother you... Just want my bag, Bridge...you're alright.... Thank God she was high, otherwise her anxiety would have probably gotten the best of her voice and she wouldn't have been able to speak so soothingly. Bridget was going feral, her mind was so wrapped up in her baser desires that she couldn't handle any higher cognitive functions. Sarah slowly and carefully reached out for her bag that was leaning on against the bottom of the outdoor couch. She then fished out a small vial from the front pocket and left it on the vacant cushion of the couch as a peace offering to a growling Bridget. There was a potion out there that women could drink to grow a cock and of course, having a healthy curiosity of magic and a mind for business, Sarah had decided to lace the potion with an oil infused with marijuana. It didn't really get the user high as much as it let the user ignore the hypersensitivity that was a side-effect of not being a chronic user of the potion. With Bridget seeming to be appeased, Sarah went back over to her seat and started shuffling around in her back to find the high quality weed that Amelia preferred - an Indica strain that made the user relaxed and sleepy. She bred it just for Amelia and a few close friends who suffered from insomnia...it made the user so relaxed that Sarah was uncomfortable selling it to just anyone - she wanted to make sure the people she sold it to were responsible enough to not drive after smoking it. It's your favorite, I'll take you home after you smoke it, okay? With that promise, Sarah declined the next pass of the bowl because she wanted to be clear-headed when she drove later tonight. Then she got to work rolling Amelia her own joint, the young beta priding herself in her nimble fingers that could roll a perfect blunt.