Don't Let It Go Away.

on't Let It Go Away. It’s something like 12:20 a.m. and there is no one to be seen in any direction. This isn’t the sort of place to be out in without backup or a quick method of get away. If where Katie lived was a rundown, crime infested eyesore then this was it’s bigger, meaner comtempory in short the Compton of this city. A smell of sewage pervades the thick, damp atmosphere making breathing difficult and unpleasant. Someone screams on the upper floors in one of the buildings, but it’s drowned out by a siren heading in the opposite direction. Not that it matters no one would have given a damn anyway. Even if they had no one would have come to the rescue. In one of the alleys a garbage can is knocked over by the actions of a starving black cat. It’s eyes turn toward us glowing as though possessed. Arching it’s back, it spits at us before running deeper into the ally. The sky is brown as opposed to it’s expected black or a moody purple; the constant light and layer of smog hide the stars to the edges of it the promise of stars still exists. However we’ll never see them because we’ll never go that far. It’s just easier to stay where you’re at most of the time.
As we progress down the wet sidewalk feeling the dirty vapors floating upward around us, we begin to notice the signs of human life. Maybe it’s a sound or maybe it’s a movement we see out the very corner of our eyes. However there are no conscious sounds only a faint pulse you feel more than hear. It resounds in the chest controlling the rise and fall of our breathing, the rhythm of our steps giving a new swing to them. It’s a driving beat that prevents the mind from focusing on anything, but it. In some quarters they call that a house party beat while others refer to the phenomenon as techno. I’m rather partial to techno myself, you can call it a quirk. The glance is suddenly drawn to the right towards a flash of motion. We whip around expecting some demented creature of the night to jump out and kill us. So we are more than a little um… embrasshed to see our fears materlize into a Coke can rolling across the ground before launching out into a deep puddle in the narrow street. The sound of it’s progression and demise is absurdly frightening after the sense of quiet we have become use to. But then again one can never be too careful in the dark. The can is merely the advance guard of a personage now stepping out of a particularly dense patch of darkness into a brief oasis of dim orange tinted light courtesy of a crooked streetlight. It’s our girl – Ms McPhreason - marching purposely toward the epicenter of the pulse. She walks like a well oiled machine - measured, collected, and aloof. The illusion of self-mastery is marred by the bemused smile on her ‘just this side of pretty’ face. The darkness takes her again, but she isn’t afraid it’s the light she’s not use to.
A traffic light sways in a breeze we can’t feel flickering to green as a sleek shadow runs under it. Why it doesn’t have it’s lights on is not a question we feel sure about answering. Sobbing can be heard echoing from somewhere in the concrete maze. There is nothing to be done so we do nothing choosing instead to follow the girl. We can hear the tapping of her heels on the concrete it follows a precise measure. The predictability of it comforts us nervous as we are in this neck of the woods. The breeze races by again this time closer and like a mischievous little boy it lifts her indecent skirt to give us a nice view of her firm, round butt cheeks. She giggles perhaps at how intimate it is against the hot, wet channel between her legs. The breeze lowers the hem again as though it’s been caught out. We pass by a particularly explict graffiti drawing of a curvaceous woman wearing nothing but smile with her hands in places not suitable for children. Feeling suddenly bold, perhaps embolden by the porno, the erstwhile wind moves like a lover’s hand to leisurely lift her skirt upward, revealing inch by inch the soft, smooth skin that glances shyly from underneath a pair of ripped fishnet stocking. It flutters the cloth higher and we see black lace lingerie.
An old poster flips head over heels past her feet. And now the lighting becomes more regular so that we see what a fantastic figure she really is. Her hairstyle remains one of a bird – a cockatoo perhaps. It is a comb like that of a rooster only dyed an irradiant blue lighter at the top and darker towards the bottom. It whispers compliments of it’s wearer to all onlookers expounding to them on the unclassical beauty of her flawless, pearl-like skin. Her greyhound figure appears tall in the militant way that she holds herself, but the five inch heeled platform shoes she wears are a great help in the height department. All the makeup she wears is in shades of blue, the eye shadow, the lipstick, even the scant blush on her fashioniably high cheek bones. Damn, if the girl doesn’t know a good color scheme when she imagines one. The cold-harden nipples of her b-cup sized breasts press against the fabric of her jacket-like leather top in quite a fetching manner. After a lot of thought she had decided to forgo the extra jewelry for a simple choker buckled around her slender, white throat. On her back she carries a black velvet backpack that fastens with a dragon shaped pewter clasp. She walks alone in her fantastic costume like someone who knows what she’s doing and where she’s going. She really is a better actor than she thinks.
We can hear the music now and Katie is rallying herself for the upcoming encounter with the bouncer. The tapping of her heels falls in line with the deep, throbbing beat emanating from a doorway to the left of us. A darkly handsome man leaning against the doorstil slides in front of her blocking the entrance. "ID?" For all of a moment she is tempted to crawl back home to the uncomplicated, uninspiring life she understands. But of course that was just a moment the kind we all have to deal with. Lightening struck (figurely) and she quickly opened her jacket to display two plumb, perky pink-nippled breasts to a, shall we say, pleased bouncer. His rough hands reach out to grope her and she is all for it, but then we see a loud group heading this way. More than likely they’re a bunch of prep school brats looking to have an ‘experience’. And who the hell wants that kind of trash in their establishment? The bouncer pulls her close to him and whispers in her ear, “I’ll see you in later tonight. We have unfinished business little girl.” Pressing a red button hidden in the frame of the door a buzzing sounds and then the door creaks open.
Smiling her newest tool at the amused doorman and buttoning her top she walks in like it's her birthright. It takes a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the sudden decrease in light, beside which the music is so loud it seems to be coming from inside her. She coughs slightly unused to the quanity and varity of smoke present. Through the fog of it Katie sees the crowd dance floor gyrating like a living creature. Smirking she slinks toward it through the dense crowd. Cat whistles come from a group of shady figures at the bar. She flips them an off-handed bird drawing laughter and applauses. Holding her head higher she continues toward the center of the action. Someone jumps in front of her waving a bright, kool-aid pink glow stick. He is dressed like some lonely child’s idea of a futuristic court jester. In his left hand he holds a bag of what look like marshmallows or maybe those hearts they give out on Valentine’s Day. “Hey if you promise to check up on me every once in a while I’ll share these with you! In fact I’ll give you half of these and a couple of the joints I’ve got in my pocket!” Using unsoliciated drugs from some dude in a dark club on the first night out she’s had in…ever? Hell why not, she might as well die happy. “Sure… what was your name again?” “Sheldon. My name is Sheldon and my friend Bobby is suppose to come get me at about two.” He opens the bag and pours about half of the little pills into her hand. Reaching into his a side pocket he pulls out another plastic bag holding about ten skinny sticks of weed. “Okay so just check on me every once in a while and tell me when my friend gets here. Thanks!” He turned around and began to skip away into the crowd. Shaking her head she laughes at Sheldon’s silliness.
Looking at the small pile in her hand she wonders how many is too many of these magic little pills. She decides that two won’t kill her just fuck her up a good bit. Putting the rest of her wages into small pocket on the side of her red tinted leather skirt she heads toward the nearest table. Two men sit at it holding hands. One whispers into the other’s ear. It must be something good, because he smiles in a significant manner. She grabs a drink off the table hoping she isn’t about to do something incrediabily stupid. Popping the small star shaped pills into her mouth she knocks back the drink in one swallow. The couple at the table look aghast. She blows a kiss at them and precedes toward the floor. A frown crosses her face as she wonders exactly when these things kick in. Oh, well she really couldn’t complain she’d gotten them free anyway. The D.J. drops a new mix and a general reshuffing occurs. Bodies brush against her, but most seem intent on going somewhere else to her disappointment.
Inpending death must causes intense horniness either that or she was truly experiencing a new part of herself. A very demanding part of herself that just happened to be located no where near her normally intelligent brain. Literally pushing onward she encountered an especially difficult clash of bodies. Trying to keep all her limbs to her self she was just a little miffed to feel a hand cup her behind and squeeze. In the light of day or her ordinary life she would have gotten defensive, insulted, afraid tonight she leaned into it for a few seconds her eyes drifting closed. A minute later she distangled herself hoping that the eager hand was right, excuse the pun, behind her. She suddenly stumbles nearly tripping over nothing feeling kind of dizzy. But it’s not displeasing it actually feels sort of fun. Everything looks blurred around the edges- softer less intimateding and a warm glow suffuses it making everything somehow appear wonderful. She’s rocking to the beat with the rest of the crowd. It’s like she’s been connected to the wire. She feels someone holding her close from behind. Something doesn’t seem right about them. She couldn’t concentrate, the strobes were in her eyes and her head felt like it was going to split in half. Two calloused hands were working their way up her thighs. She broke away into the moshing crowd.
Someone pushed her and she landed into a pair of arms. There seemed to be hands everywhere, she laughed, she was flying. Opening her eyes, she didn’t remember closing them, she saw the ceiling and the lights. She was riding on top of the crowd their hands supporting her and frankly groping her. Suddenly she dipped toward the ground only to be launched back up. She flew a few feet to the left where she was caught and thrown again. Her heart was about to abandon ship, but then she saw other people receiving the same treatment and enjoying it. Feeling more secure she let herself relax into going so far as to turn a back flip during a turn earning cheers from the side lines. She was thrown up again and decided to try another acrobatic feat. Unfortunately she over-rotated and was about to crash to the ground. A pair of wiry arms caught her before she had a very intimate face-to-face encounter with the dirt encrusted floor. Somebody cheered, someone incrediabily loud and drunk, cheered. Who the fuck cheers when someone has damn near hit the ground really, really hard? She snarled balling her fist. If the world were a luckier place then people like that would cheerfully walk into oncoming traffic all on their very own. The arms in which she was cradled held her close to a chest that seemed rather familer as well as very uh…feminane.
Katie pushed away from her unlikely savior and potential stalker who still holding her set her down carefully. She turned to go, but her wrist was caught in the graspe of her persitant suitor. Whirling around she encounters the hard form of a somewhat boyish woman. She froze in shock. A woman, the person who has been following her all night is a woman? Ten years worth of intense religious training kicks in causing her to make a run for it. Homosexuality was a major no-no on the morality scale. If she did it and then she committed sucide she’d gain a double whammy of deadly sin and surely go straight to hell. Fuck they’d put her beneath hell at the rate she was going. A carefully placed arm halts her hasty retreat. The beat drops down to be replaced by her heartbeat and a roaring in the ears as a pair of slightly chapped lips draws ever closer. Funny but she stopped struggling the instant their lips met. The ideal it seems was scarier than the reality. The mouth kissing her has soft, full lips and a warm interior that is sweet with a spicy undertone. Does she naturally taste like that or has she been drinking something in particular? She smells like something familiar, a perfume she had smelled before. But what was it, who wore it? It kept bugging her she knew there was a important bit of information just out of her reach.
Her new lover drew back abruptly grabbing her hand and leading Katie through the turmulous scene toward a more secluded area. Opening a side door Katie found herself in the red misma of an emergency stairwell. From the sounds coming further up the stairs in the sheltering darkness this wasn’t exactly a closely guarded secret. The climb up the stairs grounded the moment in reality, especially as she was not the most atletic people in the world. They reached a new landing where Katie was slammed into the wall. She was being kissed fiercely unable to focus due to the clever workings of a quick, hard tongue exploring her mouth throughly. She wish she could be more interactive in this,but it was all she could do not to fall. She lifts her legs to straddle a pair of sweetly curving hips. A chuckle rides upon the crest of whiskey scented breathe entering her own throat. The sounds of the club and the interactions of the others on this landing are a misty background in the very back of her mind along with all her inhibitions; the only thing that matters right now are a pair of strong, sure hands and an eager, quick-silver tongue. Those hands follow their own ideals running over her curves and traveling into the sweet spaces hidden about her.
The fingers of one hand slides up her thigh and under her elastic into her waiting vagina. A now beloved mouth moves from her mouth to trace the line of her long, slender throat fastening onto the junction of shoulder and throat. She’ll have major hickey there in the morning. The flesh vibrates under a pair of red lips, Katie is moaning from the minstrations of the coarse fingers inside her. The jacket we know so well is unzipped and pulled off to be tossed on the floor with the rest of the refudge. Katies is pushed into the wall harder and adjusted to be supported by her partner’s lower body. Secured for the time being the hand not currently occupied moves up to toy with the breast presented to it. Our unconventual hero seizes the opportunity and clams it’s mouth onto her right breast sucking on it in a manner that remains one of a vaccum cleaner on high. But apparently that’s a good thing because we get a full blast yell out of our heroine.
Somebody decides to join in somewhere down the hall. Her yelling becomes screaming as she obviously comes to very satisfying conclusion to her erotic roller coaster. (Please let me have picked that up somewhere. I really don’t want something so stupid to have come out of my own head. I mean erotic roller coaster?) Ms. McPhreason is now riding on a building crest of pleasure the fingers stretching her joined by a long, energetic tongue. The gluttious mouth devouring her cunt purses it’s lips together and then sucks hard on the young brunette’s nub while rubbing that friendly hand roughly rubs it’s thick knuckles to and fro inside the slick passage. Katie is bucking fiercely trying to get as much sensation as she can into her aching twat. (Note: This author is determined to get 50,000 words onto this stupid thing, before the end of the month which is three days from now. So if the writing gets monotonous, stupid, and/or just plain distasteful to you. Get the fuck over it. Because I most certainly have you bloody arses! We now return you to the story as in progress.) The fingers opened and spread far apart before folding in such a way that only the index and middle finger were extended outward. Pushing the two fingers in just a little deeper the girl begins to deep fuck her. Every time Katie inhaled the fingers moved out and every time she inhaled the fingers went in just the slightest bit deeper. Gently she nibbled at the soft, salty tissue while her tongue liked first fast, than slow against the walls, the lips, the clit. She played around down there like she was a whore and the rent was due tomorrow. She smiled when she heard the tell-tale tempo of ragged breathes. It meant her wood dove was getting that much closer to coming.
Katie was finally going to relieve the aching weight she’d been carrying between her legs for the last 5,000 words. Her cunt was being expertly sucked as one index finger lubed with her own vaginal secretions was gently, but firmly introduced into her ‘virginal’ anus. She bit down on her lip hard nearly breaking the delicate skin. The counter balance of the painful insertion somehow heightened the pleasure she was getting from being eaten out. Her breath began coming in gasps (there is a hell of a lot of gasping in this novel isn’t there? Maybe I have a deep seated asthma problem or something.) as she finally reaches orgasm. A camera flashes and horny little boys with no one to play with annoy their betters as she jerks fitfully her hips held still in a strong grip. She lies her weary head back basking in the afterglow of the experience. It’d been good, but not really worth eternal damnation. Oh, well who actually gave a damn about anything eternal or not. She hears laughter from the black haired seducer kneeling in front of her.
“And what exactly is so funny? I’m experiencing an entirely different life style here and you decide to get a case of the frigging giggles?!” She opens her mouth to continue her stupid little tyrade but instead ends up in another throat deep kiss. Girls are just as salty as boys it seems. At least she is, the taste of herself is kind of intoxicating on the spiciness of this girl’s lips. Some party pooper has turn on the lights in the hallway startling everyone, but it is helpful since now is the chance to see who her new lover is. Opening her eyes she sees... Allison. "Allison!" Allison her best friend of over ten years who she lived with for five and has gone through some of the worst transitions of her life has just tongue and finger fucked her to an orgasm! Well, what a lovely surprise! No I’m not being sarcastic I’m really serious! Allison seems ashamed and backs away toward the stairs. “Allison where are you going? You are not living me after what we’ve just done, at least not without letting me return the favor.” That last part gave Ally pause, as she rotated on her heel to look at Katie. Walking up to her she shoved her back against the wall forcing her into a brutal kiss. A quick hand jams a small folded piece of paper in to Katie’s skirt pocket. Pulling away she turns slipping into a loping run back to the club, to the crowd where she can lose herself.
Katie rushes to follow grabbing her top off the floor and slipping it on not bothering to zip it back up. "Allison!?" Bursting through the rusted door she tried to find her friend. She thought she saw the raven head of the Amazonian girl, but it turned into someone else on closer examination. Feeling herself coming down from her high, perhaps aided by the evaporation of her marshmallow drugs. 'No Regrets’, she reminded herself as she stood there surrounded by people caught in their own little worlds. Shrugging her shoulders she stopped herself from calling out again. Another mix set began and she decided to make the best of events, besides she was still feeling horny. Walking up to the nearest reasonably nice looking boy she took his drink and knocking it back dropping the glass on the floor. Grabbing his hand she led him onto the floor grinding into his pelvis like she wanted a baby. Returning the favor he grips her ass pulling her rocking hips closer to his own. He said something she wasn’t bothering to listen to. But she laughed anyway asking for a light. Pulling out one of her matchstick blunts she lights it and begin smoking it. Her partner is getting rather friendly with her person. His hand moves up to His name was something like Gary, Larry, or maybe Terry. It didn’t really matter she was just using him for her own peace of mind.
She danced with him for a while just enough to give the impression that it wasn’t just about sex. One must always keep up with appearances, because that’s all the world is founded on. Exiting the floor they headed right toward the darker corners where some garage sale furniture sat. Assuming the role of ‘mistress’ she pushed Barry (?) unto a sunken couch. Straddling his narrow hips she unfastened his pants pulling out the uncircumcised penis within it. He wasn’t much to play with being just this side of average, but it was enough to entertain her for a bit and it was thick. She hiked her skirt up over her hips the underwear she had worn long gone somewhere maybe riding in the pocket of a friend. Sitting on the semi-hard member she tightens around it, trying to mold into something just a little harder before rising up a little. She implies a rhythm he should have no trouble keeping up with. Gripping his shoulders she gets down to it. He grips her hips slamming her down on him again and again. People can just barely see them and some are trying to get closer to watch. A close flash of light lets her know that someone has just memorialize this moment for future black mailing. “Yeah, baby work it! Come on, show me your inner tigeress! Yes, yes, no, no, no! And I’m spent.” As much as Katie loved Austin Powers she couldn’t help throwing a nearby beer bottle at the idiot. Just as she was getting close he pulled all the way out and bend her over the nearest table. Spreading her ass checks he tongued her hole smacking his lips. She really hoped he wasn’t hoping on a post-cotital kiss. Wasn’t it a shame that she couldn’t get her mind in the game even when whriteding against his mouth moaning like any white trash slut. Finally he stopped and placed the head of his cock to her rectum. Drawing a deep breath he slammed into it without warning or further preparation. Pulling out a little he slammed back in over and over again until he came jizum running out her ass and down her thighs. Standing up she reached a pile of napkins sitting on a nearby table. Wiping herself off she throws the dirty napkins into her partner’s face. “Thanks for the screw my dear, I must be off I have better things to do.”
The D.J. adds an old song into the mix at twice it’s normal speed. Gwen Staffani’s somewhat whiny voice echos through the warehouse like building. "Don't let it go away this feeling has got to stay. And I can't believe..." The song grinds her already raw nerves. She had to clear up the mess with Ally before she could move on to anything else. She wanted no regrets, no baseless guilt weighing her down. Katie left before the second verse ended. Wading through the molasses like mass of people she looks for Sheldon to tell him she’s leaving so he needs to find another babysitter. Glancing at her watch she wonders if she should just leave him to his own devices it was nearly two anyway. Nodding her head at what she considers a good idea she heads for the door. Passing by the bar she again flips off the tenacious drunks trying to holler at her. Opportunity knocks in the form of an old trash can sits near the door partilly filled with piss. It looked like the one you often see on the campuses of high schools. People were such asses sometimes the bathroom wasn’t that far away. As she passed it she pulled out the note she still held and let the white square slowly floated down into the yellow waste leaving it to dissolve into meaningless waste.