Missing: Part Six

Lara Bradford's hammering her fist against the door before the story even knows what's coming next. Anita Sharpe answers quick, all southern charm and sweet talk. Lara spills everything she's dug up—Cindy's gone, they're all lesbians, the whole damn thing. Anita just stands there smiling, letting the girl run her mouth until she blurts out she's one too. Game over. Anita fixes her a cup of that special tea and watches her take a sip. Two seconds later Lara's seeing things that aren't there, and Anita's laughing like a lunatic who's finally won. When Lara comes to, she's in a tangled mess of naked, moaning women—every missing girl, every missing agent, all of them hot and desperate. Anita spells it out nice and slow while the pile keeps moving: she wants Lara's essence, the strongest one, and she's starting with the redhead. Ms. Holloway dives between Lara's thighs and goes to work on that slick, powerful pussy. Lara holds back, grits her teeth, and flips it—suddenly she's the one taking the redhead apart, sucking every last drop of juice out of her until she's wrecked and twitching. Anita's yelling for the blondes next. Kenna and August crawl in, eager mouths and hungry fingers, but Lara drains them both dry, leaving them glassy-eyed and limp. One by one they come—Cindy Allen, Agent Klein, every girl who's disappeared—and one by one Lara works them over, fingers and tongue pulling the last shudders out of their spent bodies until the pile is nothing but over-stimulated skin and whimpers. At the end Anita's left standing alone, pale skin flushed, nipples tight, ready to finish what she started. She steps forward, but the question still hangs: does AWAL finally get the ultimate prize, or does MANTIS crash the party before Singular Lesbian World Domination can lock in?