Just another Hellfire Club meeting

The Hellfire Club never met in the same place twice. Too dangerous, no matter how perfect the location.

The current meeting was set in the old saw-mill. The members were very thorough in making it as safe as they could manage. All loose boards nailed down, rusty metal moved out back, every surface covered in rugs and pillows and blankets the members all brought themselves.

Mikey was thrusting into Stephanie, who was lying back and enjoying the feeling of her friend inside her as he fucked her gently. Stella's lips were on Juliet's breasts as she fondled the other, having pictured herself doing this since their last rehearsal. A pair of jocks had taken off their shirts and where passionately making out, the Hellfire Club giving them a safe haven to explore one another without their Vortex friends pushing them around for their sexuality. The skater kids were all in varying states of undress, lying back among the beanbags, cuddling with one another after a shared spliff.

Watching over the congregation of debauchery were the Hellfire Club's founders and coordinators: the Lioness and the Butterfly. The Lioness wore a red and black garter-belt lingerie set fit for a professional dominatrix. Over her eyes was a red and gold mask that she had used for her role as Prospera in Blackwell's rendition of The Tempest. Absent from her ear was her signature feathered earring, something that would identify her as Rachel Amber, even with the disguise. She was seated in a wicker chair that, with her legs crossed, may as well have been a throne fit for a queen, and a queen she was to the dregs of society.

Standing next to the Lioness like a vizier or handmaiden was her partner in crime and passion, The Butterfly. Her shirt was just a collar and sleeves repurposed from Rachel's Prospera costume, revealing her slim stomach and bare breasts, showing off the piercings in her nipples. Her name came from the mask she wore, resembling a Blue Moon Butterfly with its wings outstretched to mask part of her face. The hood of the shirt was up to hide her blue hair, as did the sleeves hide the tattoos on her arms.

The Lioness and The Butterfly were lovers and in a serious relationship, but running the Hellfire Club for as long as they had made them more flexible. As possessive as Chloe could be, she had begrudgingly agreed with Rachel's terms that they had to share. Rachel couldn't take a lover if Chloe couldn't have them either. They were a package deal, and boy did the Hellfire Club deliver packages by the truckload.

If there was a queer girl in Blackwell, 9 times out of 10 is was because Rachel and Chloe helped them along in their "personal discovery."