[M] Pepped up to the aerosole [Open]

[xeticka lucy hollace]

Xetta strutted over the walk way. She knew a dealer through the alley, Todd. Hell everyone who wanted something, knew Todd. She got an E tab, shaped like a cloud, and it smiled up at Xeticka in it's pink smile. Normally she would only take half, but she took it all. Putting it in her mouth she didn't even need a drink, though she was going to get one as soon as she went to the bar. The blonde haired, confident young slave, strutted into the club in a tight fitted red dress and matching heels, her hair tied up in a bun, she was a walking talking rose, with matching make up and nails. The bouncer, didn't even ask for I.D, which was another accomlishment her acting skills pulled off. The red contrasted with the silver bangles and purse that swung around her wrist. She didn't just pack, the rest of the E, she brought condoms, lip gloss, a compact mirror, tissues and a deck of cigarettes, and completing all the essentials to a lovely night out, she had it all.

[will michaels]

Late evening and all that was on Will's mind was going somewhere for a good time. He hated being a slave, it was stressful and degrading and there was no respect for you. He needed a break in a big way. He needed to get his hands on some cigarettes, and other stuff too. He had been very lucky that he hadn't worn a short sleive short shirt when he met his new mistress. She had noticed the nicotine stains on his fingers from smoking, he didn't exactly want her noticing the needle marks on his arms.

The shirt he was wearing that evening also covered his elbows, though the cuffs were rolled up to three quatre lengths, showing many of his tattoos. He was dressed up quite well for a change, making a difference to the grungy clothes he had worn for the last few days. He'd done his eye shadow, though that was a given thing, he very rarely went out without some black around his eyes.

He was certainly lucky that he looked older than he was, so the bouncer on the door to the nightclub didn't give him a second glance. Even if he had, Will had a very convincing fake id on him that evening. He looked around the nightclub at the writhing bodies on the dance floor under the strobe lighting, and the couples hiding in the booths, attatched at the lips. The best place to let loose.

He grabbed a coke at the bar, going light at first, incase he got the chance for what he really craved. He looked around the room again, taking a seat in one of the dark booths to watch the people on the floor while he drank. He would work his way back into this.

[xeticka lucy hollace]

Xeticka felt the E hit her brain, and all she anted to do was dance. It struck her and her hips curled, and rolled, she raised her hands in the air, walking over to the dance floor. She slid her tongue slowly across her mouth, and as she swayed to the music, she walked up to one of the girls who was dancing alone, and pulling her close, she made sure their bodies touched, and she let her eyes do the talking, as she teased her with the movements of the dance, fucking her softly with her rhythm, as she fucked back. A couple of guys danced over to where Xeticka was E stricken, and extasy pleated it's way across the numeric thoughts that troubled her mind. The guy took over, and dipped down, and moved fluidly aroun Xeticka as she danced with her buttox shaking up against his penis, she toyed with him, as she felt pressure on her soft cheek, and she turned around to face him. His chest was musclar and chiseled, he wore a skin tight singlet shirt. His skin was dark chocolate, he leant down and locked lips with her, his tongue circulating around her gums. She peeled her mouth off his and continued to tease him, not noticing that the girl was behind her too, tryin to seduce her to fuck her again with her played out seductive rythm. Xetta turned to face her, her eyes dull and droll, she pashed her on the mouth too, and the guy was seen sucking-off some other bimbo's face. Xetta enjoyed the party, as it continued to throw her life about like a battle axe, she swayed to the music, and it filled her with pleasure, and with joy. This was where she belonged.

[will michaels]

Will finished his drink, deciding that the next one was deffinatly going to be a stiff one of he couldn't get a buz some other way, but first, he might at well let loose a little on the dance floor. He moved from his booth, leaving the glass on the table, and moved into the mass of bodies. The heat was increadible, not just physical, but sexual, it was immense. Brilliant!

He scanned the people for someone who looked open to dance with, it didn't even matter if they spoke, it was just someone, a girl, wearing a red dress and dancing between a girl and a guy, seemed like the right way to go, she seemed open to the music, and he moved his way over, all the time moving with the music.

[xeticka lucy hollace]

Xeticka's hips swayed to the song. The words and the music, pushed her freely, the song, ran over her muscles, and she pursed her lips, feeling the sweat wipe over her arm as the girl pressed herself against her. Suddenly, Xeticka stopped, and the music froze under her skin, as it tried to seep out and make it continue with her own movements, it wanted her to keep moving. The music loved Xeticka, but when she layed eyes on a wicked looking guy. He looked like his lifestyle was full of twisted secrets, how she loved to weave her way through a mind like that.

Lies and danger were a powerful afrodesiac. her lips parted, her breath now in time with the music, than her hips, she kept her eyes on the guy with powdered circles around his eyes. Laying a single hand on the girl's stirnum, she pushed her away, and moved her way gracefully over to him. She stopped when he met with her in that spot, and her eyes skimmed from his eyes to his mouth. She started to do her thing, getting both her hands on his shoulders and sliding them ver his collar bone, and working them all around his arms. No speech was needed. Only rhythm. The beat swirled through their hearts and they both shared something wonderful. The most wonderful time for people like clubbers was the timeon the dance floor, because everyone loved one another, and nothing mattered except the music and knowing that you shared it with more than one person.

Xeticka worked it, adding in quirky smiles, and playful growls, she made alot of skin on skin contact with the guy, and made sure it was something he liked, but she was still able to keep a tasteful tease on the shelf, and made it so that he'd crave for her to do more. The E hit the sides of her skull, and wibrated the sides of her brain, making her eyes roll around, she gasped lightly, and giggled.

[will michaels]

Will smiled as the girl in red moved closer, moving with the music. The way the music worked her body was almost intoxicating. This was why he loved nightclubs, the way music took hold of him, of those surrounding him, bringing the very spirits of people together in the pulsing rhythm. It drew the beauty in red towards him and they met in a space on the dancefloor where they started to move. Her hands were running over him. there was no speech, only the song flowing around them.

He moved with her like liquid, even without a hit of anything, not even alcohol in his system, the music could still mould him. He could notice in her eyes, that there was something going on in them, and he smiled, the sort of person he always got along very well. Maybe if they spoke after the dance he could get something off her, or find where he could. He was in dire need of a hit of something, anything.