To hunt a hunter

“I will go the security room, with some luck I will find her on the CCTV and bring her to our Mistress, I will be the one and she will love me for it, so long suckers...” Caroline says before leaving you and your sister in the long desert hallway.

“Competitive much...”

You shrug.

“Where to?” You ask Deb.

“Let’s start with our room. Maybe she’ll be there.”

Your suite is just as you left it, empty. You are about to say something when your new senses catch something, a faint smell.

Of course, menthol cigarettes, Nicole smokes menthols and if you can smell the lingering stench of her cancer sticks...

In no time you rush into her room and flip her suitcase on the bed. Clean clothes will not help you but... yes! With the tip of your talon you pull out of the pile a dirty thong. Grinning at your sister, you inhale loudly. Musk, sweat, a hint of cum. You move past the most obvious aromas looking for something more specific... Clover mixed with basil, that is a good start; Deb’s coconut shampoo, some garlic too. Exactly what you need.

You lick your lips.

Back in the corridor you search for the trail but, no luck, no distinguishable trace of your prey’s scent.

“Ok, it’s probably been too long, let’s try the Celestial Bar.”

Deb approves by nodding. Grinning she wraps an arm around your hips.

“You are so good at this, I’d love to fuck you right now...” she says before planting a long and languorous kiss. Her hand mingles with your hair.