Alpha's Check Mate

Lauren Jauregui's Point of ViewThe cold breeze that night made all the hairs on my body stand on end. I rubbed my hands on my arms covered by the thick black jacket for warmth. It was already late and I was still stuck to that police station. I shook my head and took the gloves off my hands to capture my little box where I had my cigarettes. I needed that to end my anxiety.It was Winter, New York was COvered by a thick and cold layer of snow. I particularly loved this time of year. I still could see some young kids playing war in the midst of all that ice in the next door neighbor's house. Peter, the little one, saw me from afar and waved excitedly.-Hi, Lauren! - the blond boy shouted. I smiled at him and waved. The boy turned his attention back to his friendsband to what he was doing. I grabbed a cigarette to put it between my lips, capturing my small lighter drawn with the flag of the United States. I saw the spark light up when I pressed the small button, until seeing fire wholl

The woman walked slowly among the people until approaching Karla. Was she really going to do what I was thinking?I closed my eyes, feeling my whole body shiver just by imagining what would happen that night. I made a small gesture with my hand to the bartender, who quickly handed me another beer bottle, which I opened without delay."-Fuck, Lauren!" -I exclaimed to myself, taking a big sip of the stupidly cold liquid. I glanced towards the two women, and nOw, Keana was leaning against the edge of the pool table, while she whispered something in the ear of the so attractive brunette. After a few seconds she backed away and let out a cynical laugh. Both women stared at each other for a few seconds, to then I receive a look from both of them. God!Karla had a fucking sexy sexual aura. It was as if her body, her gaze, and everything in that woman was attractive and sensual. She smiled at me, and returned her attention to Keana, bringing her hand to the woman's face in front of her, where

Warning: Matured Scene -Holy shit! - I growled loudly.I felt the Latina's hot tongue explore the full extent of my pussy. Licking up and down, until stopping on my clit, where she took care of moving her tongue circularly, putting the exact pressure on my clit. I tilted my hips up in search ofa stronger contact. I wanted to feel that woman in full, I wanted her to suck me until I couldn't take it anymore.-Suck harder, come on, fuck!Karla didn't dare to disobey, she did as i commanded. And fuck, she did it too well.-You are delicious, Lauren. - Keana whispered in my ear in a sensual way. It didn't take long and I already found myself being thrown off a cliff called orgasm. The Latina gave one last lick, to then slide her tongue over her lips.-You are such a wonderful little bitch. - I said breathlessly.She smiled and Crawled on the bed, stopping over me. Karla leaned her head towards me, to join her lips on mine.-I'm the best of all. - she whispered before entering her tongue i

From clothes, shoes, personal effects and all the necessary items for my going to New York. It had already beena week since I received the letter of acceptance by the deputy Roger, and my move to the capital was already scheduled for the next day. I was incredibly anxious, after all that has always been my dream, and achieving it was being wonderful.-You can't forget anything. - my dad said upon entering my bedroom.Michael Jauregui was with a broad smile, yet sad eyes. From the moment that I informed about my transfer, I could notice his clear change of mood. Of course he had been happy with my professional fulfillment, but having mne leave the house so suddenly, wasn't in his plans.-I'm looking at everything, I don't want to forget anything. -I said as I folded some pieces of clothing to put in the suitcase. He walked carefully as to not step on anything that was scattered on the floor. He sat on the edge of my bed, real close to where I was and stared at me.-What happened?-No

In less than half an hour we were in front of the police department of the city of New York, which by the way was the largest of the United States. There we would meet the commissioner of police, Mr. Roger Brandon, who sent us the admission letter. From what we knew two of the agents of that place would be retiring their badges, and we would take over their places.-Good Afternoon! - a uniformed man approached when we entered the station.-Good Afternoon, we'd like to speak to Mr. Roger. - Vero spoke politely.-What's your name?-Lauren Jauregui and Veronica Iglesias.-I stepped forward, pointing to Vero.-I'm Agent Barton, do you have an appointment with him?-Yes, we are here because of the admission letter sent by him.-Oh, I believe I know what you are talking about. Have a seat, I'll be back in an instant.The man spoke to then leave the small waiting room. The department was big, and very busy. The flow of people coming in and out was big, along with the officers on the phones t