Chapter #6A bloody good choice! by: Unknown Nikita tugged nervously on the oversized sleeves of her stainless pearly-white turtleneck as she stepped further into the orderless sh*tstorm that was the partially illegal college warehouse rave. Music blared from speakers stationed strategically across the grounds, almost deafening her with their amalgamations of pop synths from the early noughties with the intoxicatingly dark bass of new-age hip hop. Drunk revellers stumbled around her left and right, much to her abject dismay. She reacted quickly to avoid a pink-mohawked drunkard traipsing towards her, pirouetteing away gracefully to avoid him spewing all over her expensive new platform heels bought especially for this occasion.
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“Where the hell are those b*tches,” she muttered to herself. She pulled her matching white cap low over her eyes to avoid eye contact with anymore boozed-up-zombies as she dove deeper and deeper still into the heart of the party. It didn’t take long to find the people in question; their loud conversations and uncontrollable squealing had steered off any unwanted ears that hadn’t already been rendered dumb by the cacophony of speaker noise.
“Look who the f*ck showed up, b*tches!” Nikita heard one of the girls scream. She was taken aback as one of the girls sat at the table shot up and wrapped her arms around her torso, squeezing the life out of her whilst pressing her milky-white nails into the small of Nikita’s back. Nikita gasped as the girl finally relinquished her, coughing ever so slightly from the pungent lavender perfume now caked all over her. “Nice to see you too, Yasmin,” Nikita chuckled. Yasmin giggled in response, obviously drunk out of her f*cking mind, and wobbled on her bright orange heels and back down into her seat. Nikita couldn’t help but laugh; Yasmin was always a ball of pent up energy and exuberance, especially when she had the opportunity to indulge herself in a party atmosphere. She hadn’t dressed too flashy today all things considered, sporting a baggy black hoodie and tight leather slacks with gaudy hoops looped through her earlobes, hair slicked back into a neat ponytail and high-fashion’ black shades dropped over her nose.
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“Don’t mind her,” another of Nikita’s friends laughed. She was sprawled all over one side of the curved leather upholstery, her body language seeming friendly but her eyes squinted into an unnerving hawklike glare as if she was assessing Nikita’s every movement. “She had five tequila shots before we even came into the party—I’m surprised this girl’s brain cells aren’t fried!” Nikita chuckled nervously, her eyes still locked into place by the girl’s unyielding gaze. Nikita’s eyes flashed downwards and she took in the girl’s attire to avoid her stares. She, Jayde, was sparkling as always, her caramel complexion glowing with a soft intensity and her glossed salmon lips were curled into a soft smile. Her slender body was adorned in a carefully coordinated pink ensemble; oversized pink puffer jacket, a complimenting cap pulled over her mocha brown curls and a plain rose blouse obscuring her small B-cups.
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“I’m bored,” Cheryl, another of the friends at the table, groaned as she twiddled with a lock of dusty blonde hair between her manicured fingers. “Why aren’t there any more cute boys roaming around?” Nikita rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Cheryl was a raging nympho, shagging practically anything with a pulse that’d be willing to try her. Her stamina in bed had become the stuff of legend across campus with many brazen fellas trying—and failing—to match her. Consequently she’d never been left totally satisfied after any one of said interactions and her appetite for lust seemed to be never ceasing. She was dressed relatively conservatively (for her normal standards at least) in a pumpkin-orange turtleneck that left little of her C-cup bust to the imagination with a pair of bland khakis and sunglasses perched carefully atop her scalp. Her silvery eyes flirted round the room, probably scanning to see if there was anyone around deserving of being her next conquest.
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The final figure on the table peeked up, an irrefutable scowl evident on her face. She pulled no punches as she hissed, “Probably because any bloke with any sort of class dipped out of here before one o’clock. We should’ve as well but we just had to wait for ‘Little Miss Entitled’ to f*ck about and waltz over here in her own time.” Nikita blushed and hung her head low. She’d expected Phoenix to be abrasive, that was her usual disposition anyway, but she hadn’t expected to feel this much frost heading her way. She probably should’ve expected it nonetheless considering how sour their last interaction with one another had gone.
“Hey Phoe,” Nikita squeaked, her voice sounding uncharacteristically feeble. Phoenix barely lifted her eyes from the cute little cool tail glass cradled in her palm. Nikita sighed. Figures. She cleaned up nice today, Nikita absentmindedly thought. Her brunette hair with blonde highlights had been straightened and been left to flow freely past her white cap and down her back, obscuring two large silvery hoops that for whatever reason made Nikita’s blood rush. Modesty didn’t seem to be in the cards today as Phoenix did little to stem the sheer sexuality oozing out of each and every pore of her body; she’d gone basic but bold, choosing to wear a simple attire consisting of a sports bra and joggers with a billowing plaid shirt slung over her slim shoulders. In other words, she was goddamn beautiful.
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Nikita noticed something familiar about Phoenix’s wardrobe and quickly pinpointed it: a small locket, sparkling and shining with a silver lustre that looked both beautiful and cheap, resting just above her collarbone. Nikita smiled. Phoenix must’ve noticed as her honey-coloured cheeks flashed scarlet and she hid the piece within her palm.
“Now’s not the time to chat ‘sunshines and rainbows’ about you two’s f*cked up, intermingled love lives,” Jayde interjected. “I could’ve gone home early to brush up on my Calculus for my exam tomorrow, not that I need to, I’m f*cking acing that sh*t. No, we came here to get f*cking pissed out of our brains and that’s exactly what we’re here to f*cking do ladies. Temporary truce?” Nikita raised her hand. Phoenix stared at it blankly and snorted. Jayde rolled her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes. Hey Yas,” she said, addressing her swaying friend with the dopey smile plastered on her face. “Did you bring the weed?”
Yasmin pulled a can’t-believe-you’d-ask-that face before she rummaged through her purse and carefully picked out a bong, a lighter and three packs of strange blue-tinged leaves. “EF-12,” she giggled, “Imported straight from the slums of Barnsley, these babies. Apparently big over in Colombia as well, I’m talking gang war sh*t right here! Dealer said one puff’s enough to make you go loopy and after that... well we’ll just have to see for ourselves!”
Jayde giggled mischievously, gently taking the apparatus from Yasmin’s clutches and lighting up her first rip of the night. Her eyes bulged out and she whooped in ecstasy. She put the bong back onto the table. “Bottoms up, ladies; we’re about to become f*cking gods!” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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