RF Arousal Ch 6

Annette Birkin’s house on the FUTA grounds is too big to be called a cabin, but it looks more like a trendy rental than a home with its A-frame front and floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s deceptively big, with a lower level that opens to the backyard.

The patio and pool around back at least provide some support for Adella’s horny fantasies. Even if Riley were the type for spontaneous, ill-advised hookups that violate her FUTA contract, she would still have reservations about doing stuff in the open air. She’s still self-conscious about bikinis and FUTA’s slutty soccer uniforms.

Adella raises her voice as they emerge from the trees. “Is anyone here?”

There’s no reply.

Riley and Hana follow her past the pool. Everything is still and quiet.

“Why’s she have so many cars?” Hana asks as they circle the house. Indeed, the driveway is full, and two more vehicles are parked on the grass. It’s not some collection of classic cars; they all look like daily drivers.

The front door stands open.

Adella chews her lip. She doesn’t have to say anything; Riley understands perfectly. This is weird. It’s dead quiet. Where are the drivers of these cars? What was that lady doing in the woods? The house isn’t a mansion or anything, but it’s big. Having some people over isn’t crazy, but on a Tuesday afternoon? And where are they?

“Dude, it’s just people who work for FUTA. They’re having a meeting or something,” Riley says, touching Adella’s arm. Her gaze lingers on the open front door. “They’re letting the cool air out, though.” Electric bills are probably the least of a FUTA executive’s worries. “Let’s get back.”

Adella nods. “OK.”

“Why did that lady want that flash drive so bad?” Hana asks as they stroll along the driveway.

“I don’t care. I need something to drink.” Riley stretches her arms over her head and yawns. It’s been a full week.

They pass the last of the cars in the driveway and stop as one, staring.

A woman sits in the grass near the tree line. They couldn’t see her before because the cars were in the way.

Her back is to them; she’s naked and gleams with sweat, but that isn’t the strangest part. Her skin is pale gray.

“What the hell?” Riley mutters.

“Hey. Are you OK?” Adella calls out, moving forward.

The woman turns, and they see her wild, reddish eyes and how her tongue hangs out.

“She’s not OK,” Hana says, grabbing Riley’s hand.

The woman twists around and stands up, her cock coming into view. She’s about as big as Riley, but unlike Riley, she is rock hard and dribbling precum. Her breathing sounds ragged.

She lunges.

[ Heads up, I know the pacing on this story sucks because these chapters were originally meant to be dailies, which is why they're so short. I also know that we're here for RE characters, and while this story isn't very long and is just meant to be the bridge between FSC and RE, I have to assume that you're here for RE. So we will be going straight into Resident Futa Zero as soon as this ends (the upside to the slow pace is that it gives me time to get that ready)--And RF0 will have weekend-length chapters. To pick up the pace a little, I'll consider using RF Arousal chapters as daily fillers when Blended pauses for a vote instead of Confessions. We also have a little bonus content today over in BAE if you want to check that out. Thanks for reading and being patient. This RF project is big and messy. ]