Process

You would really like to lick her like a lollipop, however she needs your help. You make your way to the bar.

The bartender is shirtless and muscular. He’s a lovely distraction, but you simply have to help Darcy.

You motion for the bartender. He leans in toward you.

“Do you have a rufi?” You whisper.

“Girrl, you can get fucked without a rufi.”

“No, no, it’s not for me. My friend isn’t processed.”

“Then of course. We have some stocked.”

He hands you an ampules and a drink. You put the liquid in and bring it to Darcy.

“Got you another drink.”

“Cool, thanks!”

You hang with her as she begins drinking it. By the time she finishes it her eyes look glazed.

“Darcy, you have to come with me.”

You take her hand and lead her to the exit and the Mustang..

Twenty minutes later you pull into the processing center. You take her hand and lead her inside.

“Erin, fuck it’s nice to see you.”

“Heather, what are you doing here?”

“I **** my daughter. She’s just entered processing now.”

“That’s awesome. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“Who’s yours?”

“She’s a girl from the party. She got in without being processed. I couldn’t just let the poor girl go without helping her.”

You give Darcy to a burly man and he leads the dazed girl to processing chair.

“God that’s hot.”

Heather grabs you and kisses you.

“Fuck, if my daughter was in there a bit longer, I’d like to eat you out.”

“Maybe she’ll want to join us. Becoming part of the flock can be very arousing.”

She grabs your ass.

“Why don’t we go and find out.”