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He looks at the woman, and she glares at him. "We're still in the questioning stage Mr Westbrook, we're figuring out the true nature of today, and if it was infact non-consensual," she says. "There's video evidence; you shouldn't be trying to make her say it wasn't," Mr Westbrook says, looking at her. "Video doesn't help Mr Westbrook, not when her past videos show she is a very good actor," she sits looking happy. "If you have watched them, then I'm sure you realised that in all the videos, she is referred to as Bunny Wild, never her personal name, Alexis, as with any of the people in the videos. If what happened today was simply filming, why wasn't that continued?" he asks.

I was curious about her. Night quickly fell and I made my way into the fight club. One of my many fight clubs. Match after match. Usually the way, I pick my men. The best fighters get money. But to my ultimate shock a woman just beat the crap out of 10 men in a row without a sweat. Hella talented. Only when she was given her hand up I only recognised it was her. Once again, I see her. The shorts were tightly wrapped along her legs and a sports bra clasping onto her breasts.

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

She decided to keep their secret, knowing how deeply in love they were. Rachna pondered Nadia and Sonu's delay, feeling anticipation for the reunion of this exceptional group of women. Their friendship was a testament to the power of authenticity, mutual support, and genuine connection. In their presence, it was impossible not to feel inspired and uplifted—a reminder of the beauty that can be found when women embrace their true selves.

She has curves to die for too, with a big butt that has the men staring. Her 'imperfection' will be the smattering of freckles on her nose and her petite form. At five foot four, she isn't a female giant for sure. That's all the physicals. In personality, her friend has always been fun and very funny too, but she isn't very sociable especially in front of strangers, and she isn't the outgoing type too. Ismena has always been focused, and more on work and success in life than social lives, dating, and clubs.

There is no escaping my fate. I watch the Wyres carefully, studying their every move. If I’m going to live among them, I might as well start learning how to survive them. Their movements are graceful yet wild. As if they aren’t quite human but not entirely beast. Three of the six Wyres are female and each one is built like a warrior. Their well-defined arms flex each time they take a sip from their glasses. Their hair hangs down their backs, untamed and free. They seem just like us and yet…not.

A quiet purr emitted from her, happy with the arrangement. Wild got a hug from Elaine before she left to do whatever humans did in an airport. Kat had curled up best she could with a seat belt on to take a nap, leaving Jon and Wild to talk. "Do you like her?" Wild was secretly dreading that question. "I don't know. I don't know if it's love or if it's because she's the first girl around my age that I've met since the W Series. Or maybe it's because she understands what I've gone through as another "more perfect" hybrid." Or at least, she seemed to be a more perfect hybrid like him. She didn't have any deformations that the humans would find unappealing, like Tiffany's tongue or Westley's nos

I jump to my feet as soon as she enters, making the room spin around me. "Was there a child?" I ask immediately, my hand going to touch my stomach as tears well up in my eyes. She shakes her head. "No, there was not a child, but there is a problem. You have a rare condition we see in Were-females. It is called Senese Uteri. It means you might never have children in your life." "W-what? How?" I squeeze the words out as my throat constricts around them, trying to hold them in.

Cindy said, then continued on. "That gorgeous Mulan lookalike, is Lexi." Cindy turned Cara's attention to a young woman of Asian descent, with bone straight dark brown hair that could almost past as black, and round face. "She's a sub and very flexible, so a lot of our clients that are into freaky contortions love getting alone time with her." Cindy explained. Cara nodded but said nothing. "Our three Sexy plus size girls, Mona, Tyra and Savannah," Cindy pointed to three women with heavy curves and voluptuous figures, from left two right, respectively.

She argued, "Give your Lloyd family children? Sorry, but I've changed my mind about that. If you're so capable, go have them yourself." Sheena grew irritated. "Little brat, you're really pushing your luck, aren't you? Let me tell you, the only reason I'm ranked below Andrew in this life is because he's got a dick and I don't! If I were a male, he wouldn't even be here anymore!" Aspen laughed sweetly, her smile almost charming. "See? That's exactly the point. But, dearest Sheena, are you a man? No. You're just like me, a woman. And as women, why pretend to be tough?