Chapter 79: Judy’s Arc: Two
Boom chic, boom chic, boom chi!
The bass of the music bumped through the warehouse walls and floors. Lacy was in a crowd surrounded by dozens of people she didn’t know. The lights flashed of red, blue, purple. Electronic dance music sounded off with people hypnotized by the rhythm.
Lacy was feeling herself, the sweat, the musk of the bodies around her. The pheromones that surrounded her and circled up into her nostrils.
The Alphas, the Alphas were around and she had her eye on one female Alpha. She was tall, thick, but muscular. They made eye contact with one another on the dance floor and eventually found their way to each other.
The Alpha’s gaze locked onto hers: dark, intense, unblinking. No words passed between them, none were needed. The bass thumped like a shared heartbeat, syncing their movements.
Lacy swayed closer, drawn by the raw magnetism radiating from the taller woman. The crowd pulsed around them, a living barrier sealing them in their own pocket of space. Heat bloomed between their bodies, electric and undeniable.
Lacy’s fingers brushed the Alpha’s forearm; it was a deliberate, testing touch. The skin was slick with perspiration, warm and alive. The Alpha didn’t pull away. Instead, her lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. A silent command and Lacy’s breath hitched. This was the game, a hunt. And she was willingly caught.
There was no need to share names with one another. This was only going to be an one time thing...so she thought. The Alpha touched Lacy and ran her hands over Lacy’s body.
Lacy felt her hands move up to her bosom, feeling up her shirt, and going into her bra. The Omega let out a sigh and pushed her ass into the Alpha’s crotch. She wanted to feel this Alpha. She wanted this Alpha inside of her.
She turned around and kissed the Alpha on the lips with the Alpha responding back with just as much energy. Lacy fumbled with the Alpha’s pants, her belt buckle and the zipper.
Zzziiip!
Lacy was in the middle of the dance floor of the warehouse club playing EDM with a big seven inche thick clit in her pussy. The female Alpha held onto her stomach as she plowed into her. No one was paying attention either too busy on drugs or too busy with the music.
The Omega felt in her element getting fucked. It was well deserved, her restaurant had just opened with raved reviews and soon her family would be visiting her. Their first time in Ashley and Hinami to begin with.
She felt the Alpha’s hands tighten around her hips. The Alpha’s thrusts were deep and rhythmic. The Omega closed her eyes, letting the bass reverberate through her bones. Sweat trickled down her spine. She arched her back, pressing herself harder against the Alpha’s solid frame.
Around them, strobe lights sliced through the haze. Bodies writhed in disjointed silhouettes. Someone bumped into them, mumbled an apology lost in the thumping beat, and stumbled away.
The Omega didn’t care. Her world narrowed to the stretch inside her, the rough grip on her skin, the raw pulse of the music syncing with the pounding in her veins.
The Alpha shifted, lifting her slightly. The Omega gasped silently as the angle changed, the clit grinding deeper against that spot that made sparks burst behind her eyelids. Her fingers dug into the Alpha’s corded forearms, knuckles tensed.
Sweat slicked their skin where they pressed together. The air tasted metallic, thick with pheromones and spilled liquor and the ozone crackle of the strobes. Someone’s elbow jabbed her ribs; she barely registered it.
The Alpha’s rhythm hitched, then surged harder. A low growl vibrated against the Omega’s shoulder blades – wordless, primal.
Her own breath came in sharp, silent gasps. Her head tipped back, throat exposed, as the relentless pressure inside her built towards a breaking point. The bass dropped, a physical blow shaking the floor plates. Bodies surged around them like a frantic tide.
"Sireeee!"
"Yes, dear," Salmona said to her four year old daughter.
"For my fifth birthday, I want mommy to come," the young girl said. Salmona sighed through her nose and leaned back in her chair at the kitchen table.
Samantha stood at the stove fixing their plates, her eyes glazed over as they have been since Lacy left. She would log on to play their game every day but Lacy never logged back on.
"Not this year, darling," Samantha said, she gave a small plate to her daughter and told her to eat up. She then gave Salmona her plate.
Ever since she learned to talk, she’d been asking for her mother. They didn’t know where Lacy was.
"One day, darling, we’ll find her and when we do. I will love her...and treat her like a queen," Samantha said to Aurora. She looked at her twin sister. She pointed her fork at Aurora. "She’s starting to smell like an Omega. Its faint."
"Yeah, I smell that too. She’ll probably go into her first heat in a few years," Salmona said.
Samantha nodded her head. "Lacy hit puberty at nine." Both Alphas sighed. It seemed their daughter was an Omega.
Lacy laid in bed with the Alpha she had met in the club. They had spent the past couple of nights together. Cum still in Lacy’s cunt from them just having sex.
They weren’t attached because the Alpha would be leaving soon because they were active duty. Even still, it made Lacy realized how much she missed having an Alpha. This also meant she would think about her daughter.
She turned to the Alpha and placed her hand o the Alpha’s bosom. She flicked the nipple, getting a laugh from the Alpha. Her hand trailed down the Alpha’s chest and then it came to her touching the Alpha’s clit, rubbing it.
It began to grow and Lacy moved her head down and placed the clit in her mouth.
She sucked it slowly, her tongue swirling around the head. The Alpha groaned softly, fingers tangling in Lacy’s hair. The room smelled of sex and sweat, thick and heavy. Lacy could feel the Alpha’s heartbeat pulsing against her lips as she took more in, throat relaxing.
Her own arousal built again, wetness spreading between her thighs where the Alpha’s cum still leaked out. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder. The Alpha’s hips lifted off the mattress, a silent command for more.
Lacy obeyed, taking the full length until her nose pressed against wiry curls. The Alpha’s thighs trembled. A low, guttural sound vibrated through the clit filling Lacy’s mouth.
She pulled back slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside, then plunged down again. Her world narrowed to heat, salt, and the pulsing vein beneath her lips.
The Alpha’s fingers tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding. Lacy felt the clit swell impossibly thicker. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks until her jaw ached.
A sharp gasp tore from the Alpha’s throat. Then warmth flooded Lacy’s mouth, thick and bitter. She swallowed instinctively, throat working as pulse after pulse spilled against her tongue. Her fingers dug into the Alpha’s hipbone, grounding herself as the clit twitched against her palate.
Samantha sat in her room on her laptop watching videos on Utube about Hinami. Seeing the different cities and towns and seeing how Omegas lived. For the past two years, she did this when she had nothing else going on.
It allowed her to see that if Lacy was there, she was living a good life. She tried searching for her on the internet using the search Doogle, but nothing popped up.
Clara and Tyler also hadn’t heard from Lacy either. To think, Lacy missed out on the drama that folded and still is folding with Clara giving birth to Lucille’s baby-
"Wait a minute! Lucille is Lacy’s sister!" Samantha popped her head. "Why didn’t I think to ask her family? They must know where Lacy is! They have to know."
Samantha frantically grabbed her phone, fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts. The screen blurred slightly, her eyes stung from hours of staring at Utube videos showing Omegas laughing in Hinami’s sun-drenched plazas.
She found Lucille’s number, thumb hovering over the call button. A cold knot tightened in her stomach. What if Lucille refused to talk? Or worse... what if she confirmed something terrible?
The phone felt heavy, slick in her suddenly sweaty palm. Outside her window, the familiar chirp of evening crickets sounded unnaturally loud, jarring against the silence of her room. She took a shaky breath, the air tasting stale and thick. Her finger pressed down.
Silence. Not the dead silence of an unanswered call, but the hollow, waiting silence of ringing. Each chime echoed in her ear like a hammer blow. Samantha stared blankly at the peeling paint on her bedroom wall, her knuckles skewed around the phone.
Her other hand clenched the edge of her headboard, the cheap wood digging into her palm. The Utube video on her forgotten laptop played on mute – a slow-motion shot of Hinami Omegas dancing under cherry blossoms, their joy a cruel counterpoint to the dread tightening her throat.