Hidden Flame 103

**Avery**
I am a queen, and it’s high time I start acting like one. No more just plain old Avery – it’s time to embrace my royal status.
But that doesn’t mean I have to act like I’m better than everyone else. A true queen knows how to balance confidence
and humility. And let me tell you, I’ve got some work to do on the confidence front, especially with a trip to Talos on the
horizon. If King James thinks he can stand in my way of the Trio, I need to have the guts to stand up to him, even if he’s my potential mate.
As I was narrowing down my outfit choices, a mischievous voice interrupted my thoughts. “Are you sure you can pull off
that look, darling?” I turned to see Clint smirking at me through the dressing room door.
With a glint in my eye, I shot back, “Oh, I can rock any outfit with the right attitude.” And with that, I confidently strutted
up to him, leaving him momentarily speechless.
“That you can,” Clint said as he stepped into the dressing room and locked the door. He pinned my arms over my head
as he kissed me. My back arched against the cool mirror as his free hand lowered my panties. He whispers in my ear,
“Now you will get something else off.”
Clint undressed me with his eyes as he quickly removed his clothes. His gaze was intense, filled with desire and longing. I
could feel the heat rising between us as he pulled me closer, his hands tracing the curves of my body with a hunger that
sent shivers down my spine.
As our lips met in a passionate kiss, time seemed to stand still. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of
us lost in the moment. Clint’s touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that burned with a fierce intensity. I surrendered
myself to him completely, allowing his hands to explore every inch of my being with a tenderness that spoke volumes of
his love for me.
He raised the hem of my dress up before he guided my hips down. My pussy sucked him in as we both let out a moan. He gripped a handful of my hair before he turned my head and kissed me. Clint kept a grip on my hair as he thrust from
below. My hips began to rock in anticipation of his thrusts. Every bump and grind brought us both closer to ecstasy as we
softly moaned each other’s names.
After we got changed into our new clothes and paid for them, we embarked on a shopping spree that would make even
the most seasoned fashionista jealous. Armed with full wallets and empty stomachs, we scoured the racks for the
trendiest pieces and tried on everything from sequined jumpsuits to fluffy faux fur coats. With each purchase, we felt a
rush of excitement knowing that our wardrobes were about to get a serious upgrade. As we strutted through the store with our bags in tow, we couldn’t help but feel like total bosses. Who needs a personal stylist when you’ve got killer taste
and a killer credit card? Watch out world, there’s a new style icon in town!
However, my excitement was short-lived when we stumbled upon a girl getting bullied. The sight of her tears and the
cruel words being hurled at her cut through me like a knife. At that moment, all sense of joy and anticipation evaporated,
replaced by a deep sense of anger and helplessness. The cold stares and mocking laughter from the bullies only fueled
my intense emotions further, as I struggled to find the right words or actions to intervene and protect this innocent
victim. It was a stark reminder of the dark underbelly of human nature, where cruelty and malice can rear their ugly heads
without warning. At that moment, I felt a surge of determination to stand up for what is right and defend those who
cannot defend themselves, no matter the personal cost or risk involved.
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**Clint**
I knew that Avery sympathized with this poor girl. I did too because I had once behaved worse than this pack of harpies
was acting. I watched my mate closely. With fire in her eyes and determination in her steps, she released my hand and
approached the group of girls with a sense of authority. She stood tall and unyielding, ready to assert herself as a force to
be reckoned with. As she declared her identity to the girls, her voice rang out clear and unwavering, demanding their
attention and respect. She was a queen. She is my queen!
“This is the only warning that I will give you. I was once like the girl you are bullying. Now, I earned my place in this world
and I get to set some rules. So listen closely, bullying will now be punished. You will not get away with it any longer. Bow
and go, before I have security remove you,” Avery demanded. Each word spoken was more than just a mere statement; it
was a declaration of her strength and courage. The tension in the air was palpable as the girls stared back at her in
disbelief, realizing that they were now face-to-face with someone who refused to be underestimated or overlooked. At
that moment, she had made it abundantly clear that she was not to be trifled with. The girls abruptly bowed and left. We walked over to the crying girl who tried to bow. “You do not have to bow to me,” Avery said as she reached out her hand
to help the girl up. I gave her one of my handkerchiefs that I had planned to blindfold Avery with later.