They Let Christina In

Robin peacefully read a book in the window watching the afternoon envelope the city. Well too be honest there wasn't much of a view, but it was a worthwhile price to stay some place quieter and smaller than the buildings she usually did business in.

Her suitcases were laden with legal agreements that would be worth a fortune to her boss. Soon Robin would be free to spend some solid time on the beach, and this commission would more than pay for it.

Or at least those were the main thoughts on Robin's mind between pages of another book that had failed to meet the expectations with which it was purchased.

When she heard the knock on her door she honestly didn't know what to expect. She peeked through the peep hole as she heard some panicked pleading incoherently in the hall. Seeing an exposed woman in the hall had her torn.

Robin enjoyed her solitude. There was no sign saying she was here. She contemplated just sneaking back across the room to the window and re-emersing herself in her book.

In fact, she had already taken a few steps when a pang of guilt hit her. She would hate to be stranded embarrassingly naked in a hotel hallway when knocking on doors pleading for help.

Robin opened the door to get decent look at the woman in distress.

"How did you get stuck out there naked?""

Robin felt awkward, once she realized she was gawking at the gorgeous short blonde, she bore perfect looking cleavage, nipples tucked behind an arm across her chest, her hips flared perfectly for her proportion, her hand neatly tucked between the inner contours of her thighs concealing what little bush she might have had, and the pussy beneath.

Robin honestly wasn't sure what the story was. Something about needing to call the front desk. She shook her head wondering why she felt so distracted.

"Well?" Christina asked quickly bring Robin back from her scrambled thoughts.

Robin blushed with embarrassment, running a hand back through her similarly short hair, only hers was a bright red. "Sure. Come on in, you must be so embarrassed." Robin turned around pulling the door and holding it wide open as she looked back to the window.

She could have sworn she glimpsed a pure white form reflecting in the glass for a moment, rubbing her eyes before turning to ask if the stranger had seen anything.

Robin dropped her jaw. The woman she let in now strode confidently up to her. Christina's skin was quickly losing colour as she pulled the red head into a deep forceful kiss.

Robin was stunned, she could hardly comprehend what was going on. The tongue that reached deep into her mouth, spreading a pleasurable tingling sensation where ever it went, in fact anywhere Christina touched her tingled.

Those lips, her hands where they forcefully clenched her wrists, Robin's mind swam for a moment in surrender before she felt herself being pulled into the bathroom.

As she began to recover some of her senses she noticed Christina's blackening lips and... Was that a tail?

Christina relished the deep, pleasurable kiss she had given Robin. It compiled with all the unreleased pleasure in her body, the feeling of Robin going slightly limp in her hands as it proceeded, and the increased length of tongue to leave her mouth egging Christina on.

Christina needed a mirror though. Pulling Robin into the washroom she pinned her against the counter continuing the deep kiss, trying to pull the increasingly aware prey back into a pleasurable trance, one to surrender to desire in.

Robin didn't know what was happening. She thought she was helping this girl out but now... now she was locked in the most intense make out session of her life.

Robin's hand grasped at the short dirty blonde hair, eager... No **** to make sure she didn't pull back.

Her other hand explored the naked contours of this unnamed woman's back. The fact she didn't even have an introduction yet adding a facet of excitement Robin never would have dreamed of.

Robin's cheeks, no her whole head swam in the tingling electric pleasure that coincided with touching this woman as she cupped Robin's cheeks in her hands, brushing periodically down to Robin's neck and grasping through her short red hair at the back of her head.

"Are you ready to get really intense?" Christina asked Robin alluringly, Robin turned her head to the side and had an "Ah ha" look appear on her face.

"YOU come in here," Robin poked a finger right into the middle of Christina's chest, "to MY room, under potentially false pretenses." Robin's palm flattened out as she pressed Christina by the chest back against the wall opposite the sink. "Then stop, the most intense make out session of MY life, to ask if I'm ready for it to get intense." Robin's palm drifted to fondle and fully grope one of Christina's tits. "I see how it is." Squeezing Christina's sensitive breast elicited a moan as Robin began to aggressively nibbling on this stranger's neck, she was taking control. She wasn't done.

"Mmm... No honey. You don't." Christina commented staring at her reflection as it licked one of its tiny black nipples provoking a response in Christina.

Christina watched as it stepped around the reflection of Robin passionately grinding against the wall making out. It held out one claw in the air as Christina embraced Robin tighter against herself nodding yes as the reflection quickly and perfectly cut Robin's clothes open in one slice across her back.

Robin went rigidly straight after feeling the sensation grasping as her clothes tried to fall away.

As she looked at Christina in shock she felt a set of hands slowly slide across her back and under the clothes she had pinched under her arms. Robin stared at Christina with a dreadful realization.

This had to be a nightmare. This woman she had let in smiled salaciously at her, her lips having changed to a glossy black, her tiny pert nipples appearing to darken to match, her eyes looking blood shot as two bumps began to protrude from just below her hairline.

Christina groped her swelling breasts with both hands waiting for the realization to dawn on Robin, bringing her tail up into obvious view Christina tasted it enthusiastically with her tongue.

Robin could see the hands of the woman in front of her, so who was grabbing her from behind... Upon seeing the tail Robin looked towards the door glimpsing the reflection lurking behind her.

Christina wasn't one to waste moments. That's why she excelled as a booth babe. The instant Robin became distracted and looked away Christina struck ripping Robin's top and front of her pant away from Robin's grasp, her arms scrambling to cover her exposed C cups and pussy.

When Robin went to scream she felt something shoved in her mouth, muffling her. Her eyes went wide as she felt it secrete something that amplified the pleasure that had already been distracting her from the demoness coming into being before her.

Robin tried to run, Christina grabbing one of her wrists and spinning her around, pinning her down on the counter.

Christina looked at the terror that had fully dawned on Robin's face in the mirror. Robin stared in realization at the tail in the mirror that was being sucked on with increasing desperation by her reflection.

"Think of how great it was just to be kissed by me. Imagine how much greater it would be to get fucked, sandwiched between us." Christina began her pitch as Robin's wide alert eyes slowly weighed down into relaxed contentment, her mouth now mirroring her reflections slow enjoyment of the tail it had to suck on.

Robin gasped as Christina brushed her tail across Robin's pussy, her hands gently scratching across Robin's back. This woman would be the perfect conduit to bring her reflection into this world Christina thought, she wondered just what this woman might become when she took the place of Christina's reflection in the mirror.

Robin had always been bi, there were just some ways women touched her that men couldn't compete with. But here she found herself caught between the roughness of a man and the gentle, light, almost playful touch of a woman.

Christina let Robin go, she playfully brushed her tail across Robin pussy and ass crack. She needed Robin to come willingly, she was sure that enough of a taste of the pleasure to come was given to kill all resistance.

Christina turned and walked out by the beds, smiling happily at the mirrored walls in this room. She turned and watched to see if her quarry would dare to run, or had tasted enough of the Idol's gifts to come have some more.