Twice not so shy

[intriguess]

Everything had changed. Her body, and now her name. It was a necessity really. After a long year of adjusting to being a horny hormonal werewolf, well things were bound to change. She had left behind her family, and her lovers. She was stable, well somewhat stable. Mackenzie had been travelling, looking for a place to fit in, blend in, well a place she could call home. She had spent some time with a rather bland but very rich man, who for a good hot fuck now and again let her have rather free rein.

She had enjoyed it, and after causing a few competely unintentional orgiastic frenzies along the way, determined that hotels and resorts were the best bet. People changed, no one cared if things got out of hand sexually, and the more unbelievable the place the better. So after careful consideration, and casually dumping her older rich but bland lover. She travelled to a place called

"Heden" (pronounced like a combo of hedon and eden) It was a posh place filled with luxury resorts catering to hedonism, and other sexual perversions. There were a few hotels that were clothing optional. It was ideal.

And so the werewolf formerly known as Mackenzie exited the cab, and checked in as simply Margaret. This was one place where last names were discouraged. She took in the admiring looks she got from some of the staff, made a note of the jealous looks, and after dropping off her expensive wardrobe, took a quick shower and slipped into a skimpy bikini and headed down to the pool area.

 

[Malvolio]

Martin and Ingrid had watched her stroll through the resort lobby. They'd shared knowing looks of mutual interest. After she had left the desk, Ingrid had slipped a $50 to the clerk and flashed her magnificent Bavarian silicon-free breasts and gotten the woman's name and room number. Over drinks by the pool, they continued to eye up prospects and make casual chat with the other guests. But Margaret was never far from their minds.

When she strutted out into the large pool and hot tub deck, they again exchanged glances. "Ja," Martin whispered, his cock already beginning to stir.

Heden was perfect for a couple like Martin and Ingrid. The two Germans frequented the resort once a year for several days of kinky casual sex and experimentation. They weren't married... neither had the desire to be tied down... unless it was to a bed or other physical surface of a range of textures and contours. Being discreet was paramount when it came to their finances and the source of their incomes. Outside of that, shared sexual liaisons and amoral desires were their primary shared interests.

And now Margaret was too.

They casually made their way over toward the chase lounge where she was now settling herself in. They were both tall, blonde, physically gorgeous specimens and their game was to strike up a casual conversation while settling in beside their object of desire. They would laugh, flirt, and compliment her on her amazing body and perfect skin. Ingrid would playfully ask to pat her sculpted abs and allow her hand to linger longer than it should. Next, Martin would suggest a round of cocktails and step away to flag a waiter. This would give Ingrid the opportunity to lean into Margaret and whisper into her ear more compliments and inquire as to whether she also liked the two of them.

If Margaret was interested, they would share a round or three of pool-side drinks while the flirting and physical contact continued. They would casually let slip their kinks and interests while seeking to uncover Margaret's own. At some point, one of them would slip the roofies into Margaret's drink and they would suggest they all move the party to their roof top suite. Along the way, they could go by Margaret's room to retrieve some additional clothing. By then, her vision would be blurry and accessing her room and valuables would be easy. For fun, they would tie her down and fuck the hell out of all three of her holes before leaving her shorn of valuables and memory of the last few hours.

 

[intriguess]

There was something off about the couple, and after a brief exchange of banter she figured it out. They had no fear, and while it was slightly intriguing to pursue such an odd and rather idiotic response to her. Well she had other plans, and so after a little flirting she sighed and said she would have to wait for her companion to arrive before she would be free to play.

Implying she was owned, was rather amusing, and she wanted to take in her surroundings before being taken in. She sensed them lurking, and the predator part of her labeled them as problematic. She had a feeling they would cross paths again. For now she merely lounged and debated her plan. She had enough money, thanks to her last sugar daddy, which was now sitting in an account for an M. Wolfe, which she found an amusing cover name.

She watched and sensed those around her, inhaling the scent of fear, arousal, desire, the sweet sweat of need. She mentally wagered on who was most likely to lead and who would follow.