Nicole

"I'll do it," Nicole stated, like it was a personal decision and not a group one. Despite willingly taking a bullet for both of them, Sarah and Miranda still stepped in to make sure Nicole knew what she was saying.

"You know that none of this is your fault, right?" Sarah reassured her, "just because a guy's dick gets hard from looking at you doesn't mean that you have to deal with it. Blue balls aren't fatal."

"They sure feel like it," Tom interrupted, but no one paid him any mind.

"Yeah, like Sarah said. Even if you and Matt were being a little, y'know, more than friendly before he changed, this doesn't mean it's your cross to bear now," Miranda concurred, placing a hand on the short blonde's shoulder.

"I know, I know," Nicole nodded, "I'm just the only person that we know for sure he's after. No offense, but we have no idea if wereMatt would even want either of you!"
Nicole had meant it as a placatory statement, but it had the complete opposite effects. Miranda and Sarah's demeanors changed on a dime, conciliatory looks changing to tilted heads and cocked eyebrows, as if to say 'huh?'

"Erm, excuse you," Sarah huffed, "look at us." As she spoke, she stepped to be right beside Miranda and gestured broadly down to both their bodies.

The two of them were always red hot, but tonight they were particularly irresistible, their Halloween costumes having elevated them to another level of sex appeal. Sarah's barely-there bikini, with spaghetti straps sinking delicately into the soft skin of her thighs, flaunted her outrageous curves perfectly. On top, the seashell bra supported her heaving bust, whilst also struggling to contain it's full size. John could only imagine how good those heavenly tits must have looked, bouncing out of control, as Sarah had sprinted up the stairs earlier.

The whole outfit made her look less like the Little Mermaid and more like Venus emerging from the sea.

As for Miranda, she was always a paragon of beauty in John's eyes, but her costume now leant on in the sex factor in a way that he didn't know she was capable of. The lycra of her leotard clung to her body so tightly that she might as well have not been wearing anything at all. Every flawless curve of her hourglass figure was on full display, from her 36C boobs, to her childbearing hips.
All John could think about all night was giving that bad kitty her well deserved cream, letting her slurp it from the bottle until they were both satisfied.

From behind as they looked at Nicole, John got a full view of both their sexy asses. Miranda's was more toned, but Sarah's was considerably larger. Her pale buttcheeks in her bikini made two full moons of their own, that doubtless would also have sent Matt into a frenzy, whether he was a werewolf or not. Miranda's ass was covered by her leggings, but that practically painted on covering just made it more enticing for John. He longed to know how cute those toned cheeks would look in the open air, with just her panties (or not even those) to provide them any cover.

There was no way any straight man could have resisted either of them, and surely that was doubly true for a horny beast.

Nicole blushed as she realized her unintended insult. "Oh no no no, you look great," she backpedaled, "it's just the . . . smell. He really stressed how nice I smelt, running his nose over my hair, and down the side of my neck, and sniffing the crook of my neck like he was trying to snort me up." Nicole blushed even deeper, a clear sense of excitement overcoming her that made John wonder if her motivations really were so utilitarian

"So you're saying we smell?" Miranda teased, cocking her head even further like she was offended.

"No no no, the opposite," Nicole tried to defend herself, whilst figuratively and literally backing herself into a corner.

"OH, so you're saying we don't smell good at all?" Sarah joined in on the playful bullying, taking a prideful step closer to the shorter blonde and nearly shoving her chest into her face.

"I'm sure you smell wonderful," Nicole threw her hands up like she was surrendering, "I just don't know if he'll like you the same."

"Now ladies, you're all pretty and smell great," Tom chimed in despite this allegedly being a decision for the girls to make amongst themselves. "There's no need to fight."

John's exasperation grew as the teasing went on, until he felt like he simply had to speak. "Hey, since Tom's talking, can I talk now too, and ask you to stop wasting time?" He asked, looking irritably from the trio of women, to the window, and back. If they argued for too long, then Matt might pass out of smell-range of the house anyway, and the whole thing would have been moot.

"Ok, you're right," Sarah sighed, stepping back from the cornered pixie. "Nicole can be the bait. She smells amazing."

"Thank you Sarah," Nicole replied, "you smell great too."

John rolled his eyes at the girlish way of making up. He was never sure if all those compliments girls gave to each other were sincere, and right now, he didn't have the time to find out.

"Glad that's sorted, now come on, let's get on with he plan." As John spoke he threw the bathroom door open and waved the others through it with looping swings of his arm, eager to act before it was too late. Everyone began to filter out, with Sarah bringing up the rear of the group.

"Y'know, if Nicole's gonna be wolfbait," the buxom redhead said as she passed John, "that does give me an idea. Follow me."

Rather than going down the stairs, Sarah lead the group past them, halfway down the lushly carpeted hallway.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked, gesturing to a recess in the wall in the blank space between two rooms. Set an inch or so back was a wooden sliding door, and beside that was a small panel with three buttons.

"It’s a dumbwaiter?" Nicole guessed first.

"Well done Nicole", Sarah congratulated her, "yes it is a dumbwaiter. For those of the rest of you that don’t know, a dumbwaiter was like a tiny elevator servants would use to send food and plates back and forth from the kitchen to other floors in the house. If the master of the house wanted breakfast in bed, you’d send it up through this, so the servant wouldn’t have to carry a tray of toast and eggs up all those stairs."

Sarah hit the central button at the side of the hatch, triggering a clunking and grinding sound from within the wall

"You have servants?" Miranda asked.

"No, but whoever built this house did. The only use this ever had while I lived here was for playing hide and seek with my sisters, until we got too big."

A final, louder, clunk seemed to indicate that the dumbwaiter had finished its journey from whatever other floor it was on, to here.

"That’s what gives me this idea," Sarah said, sliding open the hatch to reveal a small boxy compartment on the other side.

"What idea?" John asked impatiently. As far as he was concerned the plan to bring back Matt had already had enough delays, a detailed history of Sarah's admittedly beautiful house was the last thing they needed.

"Nicole, can you fit in this?" Sarah asked, ignoring John's impertinent question. She gestured to the dumbwaiter as she spoke, stepping back to give Nicole enough room to climb in.

The petite blonde looked nervously from Sarah to the hatch, before taking a hesitant step forward.

"Nicole is a lot littler than me, so if she fits we won't have to have the basement door open, risking Matt getting inside and wrecking my house," Sarah explained, "she can just take this shortcut out."

While Sarah talked, Nicole put her hands on the frame of the dumbwaiter for balance, before crawling into it. As she climbed, she completely forgot just how short her green dress was, and that she had lost her panties earlier.

John was only barely able to avert getting a complete eyeful of his friends bare nethers by turning his head at the last second. Tom, meanwhile, happily stared through his sunglasses, taking in the view of her tight white ass, plump little pussy, and short blonde bush. The wetness between her legs was evident now, but despite everyone seeing it, no one mentioned it. The poor girl had almost been seduced by a werewolf, she didn't need any more embarrassment.

Once she was over the lip of the hole in the wall, Nicole was able to pretty easily pad into the elevator box itself on all fours. Contorting her body a little, she stooped while on her knees to fit inside, and scooted around to face outwards. A thumbs up from her confirmed what you all already knew, that she could fit inside snugly. The way she crawled in and posed on her knees, made John think of a little yellow cat, which was quite fitting for someone that a dog was about to chase.

While she clambered back out again, John asked another question that had been pressing on his mind.
"Sarah, you said we could keep the basement door closed if Nicole was getting out this way, how are we gonna get Matt into the basement in the first place without opening the door?"

Sarah helped Nicole back out of the dumbwaiter before she answered, giving her a hand to balance on as she slipped back on to the floor.

"There are storm doors outside," she said, "Nicole can lead him down through those and then we can bar them shut behind him."

John was impressed by how much she had thought about this, and it evidently showed in his expression.

"See, John. I’m not just a pretty face," Sarah laughed.

"Nah, you’re a great pair of tits, too," Tom commented bluntly.

"Aw thanks Tom. You’ve got such a way with words," the (admittedly full-chested) redhead sighed sarcastically.

With the broad strokes of the plan laid out, the group of would-be monster hunters finally set off down the stairs, hashing out the finer details of their scheme as they went.

"We'll need to keep in touch as we go, to make sure the plan is working, and so Sarah knows when to call up the dumbwaiter," John said as they neared the bottom of the stairs.

"Ooh, walkie-talkies?" Nicole asked excitedly

"I was thinking phones, and like a conference call," John replied.

"Oh, yeah, that makes more sense," she sighed, the light of whimsy in her eyes dimming a little. Mobile phones simply didn't have the same adventurous energy of walkie-talkies.

"You can still say 'over' at the end of all your sentences though, if you'd like," John reassured her, making her laugh and her spirits improve.

"That sounds like a deal," she snickered, "I'll facetime you all now, while you get what you have to sorted. Over."

The final stages of the plan only took 5 minutes or less to implement. John sealed the internal basement door as best he could, Tom threw open the storm doors outside, Miranda found a suitably sturdy wooden beam to bar them shut with in the basement, Sarah called the dumbwaiter down there so Nicole would have a safe refuge to race towards, and Nicole got them all in one group call.

Once that was done, all that was left was to lay the bait.

"Is everything set? Over?" Nicole asked from the top of the basement steps. The chill night air nipped at her exposed thighs, making her shiver and covering her pale skin in goose bumps. At least this time, she didn't feel ashamed about her diamond hard nipples poking through her dress. John had offered her his cloak, but she had refused. She didn't want to muddle her apparently alluring scent with someone else's aftershave.

"We're ready," Sarah replied from the warmth of her house's kitchen, Miranda hovering nervously at her side.

"Me and Tom are in position," John answered from the side of the house, as close as he could get to the storm doors he would have to shut without being so close as to risk scaring Matt off.

"Okay," Nicole inhaled deeply, " just make sure Matt is well into the basement before you two shut the doors behind him. I don't want you getting mauled if he suddenly turns around. Beginning Operation: ugh, Masterbait. Over."
Tom had taken the liberty of naming the plan while everyone else was busy with their tasks and, despite it's immaturity, the moniker had quickly stuck.

During their preparations, Matt's romping and howling had gone so quiet that Nicole began to worry that John was right, and that their quarry had wandered off. It was to right that potential error that she deviated from their plan. Rather than standing safely near the basement steps and scanning the horizon for his approach, she would instead go out and spread her scent, in the hopes of luring him back.

Phone in one hand, Nicole gingerly began to pace forward into Sarah's garden, the full moon casting the hedgerows and statues in an eerie half light. Gravel crunched briefly under her feet when she crossed an ornate path, but she didn't follow it's course for a second. She was striking a clear route from Sarah's palatial house towards the looming wood line, only ever deviating slightly from her course to curve around autumn-withered shrubs or to skirt cherubic statues.

As she crept closer to the trees, Nicole wondered if she be doing something to make herself appear more appealing. Swaying her hips, or seductively calling Matt's name, or perhaps stripping off her tiny garment to bear her nubile body to the wolf. All of those things would have absolutely aroused the interest of a normal man, but Nicole wasn't sure what effect they'd have on a half-beast.

Suddenly, there was a rustle from in front of her, bringing her theorizing and hypothesizing to an abrupt end. It was from under the canopy of the trees, in shadows too thick for her blue eyes to pierce through, but Nicole could tell there was something there maybe 30 feet in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, with her hand that shivered from more than just the cold, Nicole flicked on her flashlight.

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