Blueberry Chills (Freyja)

[Belle (DELETED 9779)]

Belle enjoyed the thrashing of bodies, the secret thrill of finding secret raves that only a few people knew on their own. The White Rabbit was the place to be, always. It was the elist feeling of it all, the primo liquor, the even better drugs that always seemed to float around. The music’s bass thudding throughout her entire body that made her feel out of control, that had every sway of her body to match every thud of bass. It was freeing, to dance at a rave like this, to forget every problem of yesterday and today and focus instead on right now. So that’s what Belle did, she forgot about her midterms, she forgot about the problems she was having at work and instead focused on tonight and the way the liquor made her feel. Loose, problem free and ready to party. With the music so loud it was even hard to hear her friend behind her, the other woman’s arms around Belle’s waist as they swayed together. Taylor, her best friend from college who almost looked like her own twin with her long legs and blonde hair whisper-shouted into her ear, “Do you want a drink?” she asked, Belle’s head shook slowly then to answer the question she could barely hear and instead her arms lifted from over Taylor’s and encouraged the music to continue. She didn’t want to stop dancing, she didn’t want to stop living in the moment to force her way through the crowd surrounding her for a damn beer, no, she wanted to keep thrashing around with the people around her who become the beginning and end to her own dance.

“Okay! Well, I’m going to fight my way through this crowd for a beer!” Taylor shouted again, pecking the other woman’s cheek before pulling her arms from around Belle’s waist, turning from the woman to start her journey toward the makeshift bar that held all the liquid freedom. Belle didn’t seem too disturbed by her friend leaving, in fact even as she danced alone she wasn’t left alone for long. Another girl came up behind Belle, thin arms around the woman’s waist again as she found another rhythm to dance to. The music was blasting, the treats in her system doing their work to make the girl a little slow, almost seeing double as she somehow managed to stay steady on her heels with each passing song. But as more time passed, the less she she noticed going on around her. The music, the lights, and the thudding of bass being the only thing she cared about.

[Bexley]

Wearing

The venue that night was an old warehouse on the river that had certainly seen better days. Bexley was surprised the whole rusty lean-to they tried to pass for an actual structure hadn’t collapsed years ago, or, even more surprisingly, under the abuse of the music that jarred every bone in her body, even her teeth resonating with the tremendous power of the bass. She didn’t mind the sensation. It was pleasing, feeling something reach so deep down inside of her, something touch parts of her that hadn’t been touched by anything in a long, long time. It brought out a certain level of emotion that she wouldn’t dare admit to, particularly not to the blonde piece of **** that had sent her into the twisting, squirming mass of human and… not so human flesh in search of her next victim.

Freyja had pointed her out. Had said, explicitly, that she was to be returned to the VIP lounge unharmed and alone, whatever the cost. That much, Bexley knew she was entirely capable of handling. The little blonde was just a wisp of a woman. She looked thin enough to snap like a twig, if she needed. She feared what might happen as a result of her compliance, that tonight she would be accomplice to a murder, which didn’t weigh so heavily on her conscience as knowing that the body they’d be making wasn’t slated for staying down. The word she’d used had been… turning. Like she was showing this poor waif the light, like she was converting her from the lesser condition of being human. It made Amanda’s stomach churn.

She took a deep breath, and plunged into the crowd. The little blonde was hard to miss, even without her friend at her side. She was attractive, Amanda would give her that, and that was likely the reason behind her master’s interest. At least, that was the seed from which her intrigue had sprouted. She intended to know the woman’s secrets, and to judge her on what she would find. Little did this girl know that the verdict was a death sentence, no matter how much she pleased the woman.

Bexley moved between two bodies, her backside sliding against a man’s hips as he ground his groin against her ample posterior. She paused for only a moment to dance, to keep herself from seeming too conspicuous, too determined on her mission. She turned, the man lifting his arms to attempt to pull her into a closer dance, even as her hand lay across his chest, fingers splayed in a broad, open palm, and pushed him back, into the woman behind him. Immediately, his attention turned to the next body, taking the gesture as a rejection, which it had been.

Smarter than most of the meat. Pity.

She was even starting to think like her. She shook her head, hand lifting to shove a fistful of her black hair over her shoulder as she closed on the blonde. This one was a little more her speed. She moved behind her, letting her body press gently against the woman’s back as she moved, dancing with her as she gradually moved closer, one hand reaching around the woman and resting on the flat, taut abdomen as she leaned close to whisper into the woman’s ear.

“I can get us into the VIP room, if you want to move this to a more exclusive spot. That’s where the real party is.”

The trap had been laid. She looked gullible enough to take the simple bait. Amanda waited, to see if the trap would snap shut as easily as she had hoped.

[Belle (DELETED 9779)]

Belle didn't notice the commotion around her, and she didn't even realize someone was squeezing between herself and the creep that had been dancing behind her. But just like the man he was, he went on to find someone else to grind against, and forgot all about the blonde who was possibly too messed up to function. But just like the expert partier she was, she was she continued to dance, and sway, her friend forgotten for the moment almost too easily. The beer, and even the thought of the night ending all forgotten too as she tried to just let the feeling of the bass thudding in her chest control her body, letting the beat be all the thought she needed. Just trying to let loose, and to forget all the 'problems' that life held for her for the moment. Partying, and expensive usage was the way Belle forgot about everything, or she shopped until she couldn't anymore, all of it very empty and hollow. If she were honest, she'd say that partying was the only way to get any noise into her life. But Belle wasn't always so honest, and no, not even to herself.

"I can get us into the VIP room, if you want to move this to a more exclusive spot. That’s where the real party is.”

But the girl behind her mumbled something, and at first she couldn't understand. The music, and the thoughts that always seemed to creep back swirling inside her head. But, finally, and after a few long moments she understood. Welcoming that hand on her stomach, and the pretty body pressed against her backside. A VIP lounge. Belle would be dumb to turn that down, knowing bottle service and other goodies probably waited for her there. Selfishly, and with no thought to her friend, she turned her head and grinned up at Bexley and agreed. "Hell yeah, sounds good," the girl shouted, not even trying to whisper back to the girl in her ear, instead she kept on dancing, those thin arms of hers raised above her head while she cheered.