“Getting ready for somewhere… babe?” I croaked, my voice ragged from sleep—and a different kind of thirst entirely.
She turned slowly, hips swaying like she was counting each step just to torture me. That smirk of hers . “Yes,” she purred, snapping her bikini clasp shut with a click that echoed way too loud in the quiet room. “And you have to as well. So move your ass.”
Before I could even process it, she tossed a wad of clothes at my face—pants and a shirt that smelled like her perfume—then shimmied into a skirt that hid the bikni underneath it. The fabric swirled around her thighs as she strutted toward the bedroom door, throwing a glance over her shoulder that pinned me to the mattress. “Car’s waiting. Five minutes.”
I stumbled out the front door half-dressed, buttoning my shirt as sunlight stabbed my eyes. A black SUV idled at the curb, windows tinted like it had something to hide.
Sophie slid into the backseat first, her skirt riding up just enough to flash that damn cheetah print again. She patted the leather seat beside her without looking back. “Don’t keep me waiting,” she said sweetly—but I knew that tone. It wasn’t a request.
I climbed in after her, the door slamming shut like a coffin lid. The air reeked of her vanilla perfume and something sharper underneath—nerves? Anticipation? She crossed her legs slowly, letting her sandal dangle off her toes as she leaned into me. Her hand landed on my thigh like she owned it, fingertips drumming a taunting rhythm against my jeans.
“Where are we—”
“Patience,” she cut in, her lips grazing my ear as the SUV lurched forward. Her breath was warm and minty and wrong in all the right ways. “You’ll love it.”
Outside, our neighborhood blurred into streaks of color as we sped away. Sophie’s fingers crept higher up my thigh, nails scraping denim as she hummed under her breath—some tune I didn’t recognize but felt in my bones anyway. The driver stared ahead like a statue while Sophie’s free hand hooked into my belt loop.
The SUV rolled up a winding driveway lined with palm trees, their fronds swaying like dancers in the coastal breeze. At the crest of the hill loomed a sprawling Mediterranean-style mansion—Tina’s private estate. My stomach tightened as recognition hit. “Why are we at Tina’s place?” I hissed under my breath, shooting Sophie a sidelong glance.
She bit her lower lip, that wicked smile spreading like wildfire. “Pool party for her investors,” she said breezily, adjusting her skirt to show more thigh. “Mostly wealthy women—young socialites, CEOs… MILFs .”
My eyebrows shot up. “So it’s a female-only party… and you brought me? The only guy?”
She laughed—a low, honeyed sound that made my pulse spike—and leaned in until her lips brushed my ear. “honey Don’t pretend you’re not throbbing at the thought of all those tits bouncing around you.” Her hand slid over my crotch, squeezing just enough to make me grit my teeth. “Besides… remember Tina’s is my hive-mind puppet now. I controlled her mind to make you the special exception.” She air-quoted with her free hand, nails glinting like claws. “No one will question it… and beside Alexis is here and i don't wanna miss this chance to assimilate her .” Her voice dropped to a purr. “Time to reel her in.”
The SUV stopped beneath a marble portico. Before I could reply, Sophie flung her door open and stepped out, her skirt fluttering up to reveal that damn cheetah bikini again. I followed clumsily, my brain short-circuiting as we walked into chaos—beautiful chaos.
The mansion’s courtyard buzzed with women lounging by an infinity pool that spilled into the horizon. Designer dresses hugged curves like second skins—sequined bodices, slit skirts riding up toned thighs, plunging necklines that defied gravity. Perfume hung thick in the air, mixing with salt and chlorine. Laughter echoed off stone walls as champagne flutes clinked. Everywhere I looked—flesh. Bronze shoulders, glossy hair, red-soled heels tapping marble. My dick twitched violently in my pants.
Sophie looped her arm through mine, steering me past clusters of women who turned to stare—not at me, but at her, their eyes glazing over for a split second before flashing recognition. Hive drones.
“Relax,” Sophie murmured, her thumb rubbing circles on my bicep. “They’re all… friendly.”
There she was: Alexis, perched on a stool near the water’s edge in a white lab coat unbuttoned to reveal a crimson string bikini underneath. Her blonde hair was piled messily atop her head, glasses sliding down her nose.
Sophie followed my gaze and smirked. “Let’s get you a drink first,” she said, dragging me toward the bar where Tina herself stood—rocking a sheer lace cover-up over a diamond-studded bikini that probably cost more than my car.
“Eathn!” Tina crooned, hive-glazed eyes locking onto me as she shoved a martini into my hand and lands a kiss to me. Her fingers lingered on mine just a beat too long. “So glad you could… join us.”
Sophie squeezed my ass under the pretense of leaning past me for her drink. “Enjoy yourself babe ,ill be as Tina and Mia will be with you for you to take on , and if your eyes fixes on anyone else in this party just tell me , and she will be in our hive next .,” she whispered before sauntering toward Alexis with predator grace.
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