Back to the Underground Club: Prelude to Passion

The night streets were dark and unruly in this part of this city, occasional shadows on the sidewalk here and there the only evidence that there were still some residents present at all. Those rare souls that happened to wander here at this time were all headed towards one direction, towards the only place that stood out. A low, thumming bass gently reverberated in the air around a building that visually matched the neighborhood - an abandoned old block with a workshop on the ground floor, now turned into a club entrance. There was nothing special about it except that it served as an entrance to the vast underground bunker underneath that once served as a shelter in case of emergency. Now, it was still a shelter, but for all those seeking unrestricted fun and escape from the harsh reality of their everyday life. Where the mainstream dominated with its posh, fancy style, and rejected everything and everyone who stood out of that picture too much, here all kinds of alternatives found their sanctuary for their more or less unconventional ways of having fun. But this night two young, hot goth chicks in fuck-me attires, with a much more unique taste for fun, seeked refuge in this haven.

Nikolai's black Bentley stood out like a flare in the night in this neighbourhood, so Maria parked it a few blocks away near the main road where she estimated it was a rather safe spot. Rachel and she carefully headed towards the club, checking each and every corner for anyone remotely similar to a drug dealer or gang member. With nothing out of place they reached the entrance and made their way down the dimly lit staircase, descending further into the underground club. With every step, they delved deeper into a realm where pleasure and indulgence reigned supreme. The rhythmic thud of bass notes resonated through their bodies, casting a near-hypnotic spell. The smoky mist hung in the air, wrapping the entire scene in an atmosphere of seductive mystique.

Rachel's voice carried a hint of awe, "Wow, this place is even better than I remember! The vibe here, it's so electric... and I can practically taste the blood in the air, mmm... delicious! And to think you wanted to go to some bar, ha ha!"

"Touché. This night looks promising already," Maria replied with a shared excitement, with one hand resting just above Rachel's butt. "It's like stepping into a candy shop or, even better, chocolate factory."

Rachel burst into a loud laugh and Maria joined her, "I mean it, I wouldn't mind if someone paid my ass a visit tonight. Anal is so much better since I turned."

"Nice, you just made me curious and horny," Rachel giggled.

As they made their entrance, the energy of the crowd enveloped them and their presence didn't go unnoticed. The collective gaze of those nearby fixated on the alluring duo, their vampiric allure drawing gazes. Each glance, each whispered rumor, only added to the air of intrigue surrounding Maria and Rachel.

"Look how they're all watching us, Maria." Rachel spoke into her ear. "It feels like we're some celebrities. Is this... normal?"

"No, it's not, we should try to blend in a bit. Looks like we've maybe overdone ourselves tonight, Rach. Come, let's go to the bar, we might lose some attention there."

The majority was already drunk and on the dance floor, so they had no problem finding a comfortable place at the bar. Amidst the chatter and laughter, they took a moment to immerse themselves in the electrifying ambiance.

"Cheers to a night of unforgettable experiences, Maria," Rachel ceremoniously proposed with a raised shot glass.

"To sex, drugs, and rivers of blood," Maria clinked her glass with Rachel's.

Rachel laughed at Maria's diabolical toast but suddenly furrowed her brows, remembering something. She fumbled in her purse and took some small bags with white dust in it. With a mischievous smile she said, "I've never done this, do you know how it's done?" Maria shook her head, "I didn't, but I've seen it. Just form some lines on the surface and we'll snort it with a rolled bill. But... I don't know, maybe we should go to the toilet or somewhere..."

Both vampiresses looked around and quickly found out that their reservations weren't necessary; a group of girls on the other end of the bar just finished blowing coke without worry, neither was there any reaction from the people nearby. On top of that they both noticed a unique scent of weed in the air as they entered, not to mention the general disregard of the smoking ban. This was certainly a very drug friendly environment. They chuckled, shrugged and inhaled the white lines.

The drugs coursed through their vampiric systems, infusing their senses with a layer of euphoria. Maria noticed it was an experience akin to the intense bliss of draining a victim, albeit in a much more subdued form. Their senses heightened, colors more vivid, and the music's rhythms seemed to caress their very souls.

Maria leaned in and gasped, "This sensation, Rachel, it's almost like a blood high of a kill, but more gentle." Saying that, she instantly regretted it, forgetting about Rachel's issues with controlling her bloodlust.

Rachel nodded, her eyes filled with a heady excitement, "Shit, Maria... this is some good stuff... What did you say? It's like draining someone?" She flared, partly because of the drug's effect but mainly at the thought of blood and all the possibilities a kill might feel like.

"Well, yes... it's a similar feeling but blood high is much stronger..." Maria hesitantly admitted. "Uhm, let's have another drink!" She tried to divert Rachel's line of thought but her pondering expression couldn't be missed.

Great, now I'll have to watch out for her even more. Me and my big mouth. She'll drain someone, sooner or later, it's inevitable.

Rachel eagerly opened a few more bags and made new lines on the bar.

"What are you doing, Rach?"

"What does it look like? I wanna feel how it is if you... you know, finish your meal." Rachel giggled as she leaned down for another blow. "It's not like this shit can kill me, am I right? Mmm... it feels good but... I don't know, it doesn't have the same kick anymore. Meh..."

They finished all the lines, tilted their heads back and waited for the bliss that never really returned, just a mild sensation of pleasure that swiftly passed away, much to Rachel's disappointment.

Maria shoved her playfully and smiled, "Hey, dopehead, I've told you, we can't get really high or drunk anymore! How much of the dope did that narco give you anyway?"

Rachel returned her a naughty smile and cooed, "He couldn't resist my charms - he gave me everything he had!"

"Wow... that's quite an accomplishment," Maria nodded approvingly. "Either he really liked you or he's the lousiest dealer ever, ha ha!"

Back in the head it worried her that his gang would probably perceive Rachel's act as an attack and robbery. And they were probably on their territory again tonight. What's worse, they might be present in this same club given the amounts of drugs being used here. But in the end, she didn't want to spoil the mood and pushed away her concerns.

"I'm as tipsy and high as I could get, and the music is great too. Come, I wanna dance!" Maria beamed and took Rachel's hand. They left the bar and made their way to the heart of the club—the dancefloor. With every step, they once again became the focal point of attention but it didn't bother them anymore. It didn't take long for the bass beat to take control of their bodies. Their movements, perfectly synchronized to the pulsating music, mesmerized those around them. A circle formed, onlookers enchanted by their magnetic chemistry.

"Jesus man, look at those goth chicks. I've never seen anyone dance like that... even strippers don't move that well," remarked one guy, eyeing them hungrily.

"Damn... I've never seen anyone so hot," another agreed.

"Sorry guys, I might lezz out again," an emo chick between them bit her lip, her eyes glued to the goth girls in front of her.

Some confident admirers attempted to approach, but for now, Maria and Rachel were entranced by each other's company and ignored them all. Their hands grew progressively daring, tracing pathways along each other's bodies, concentrating on sensitive parts more and more often. The dance floor was their canvas, and they painted it with a passionate dance which slowly turned into a seductive performance, filled with sexual energy.

Their lips locked in a long, fiery kiss, tongues entwined in a wet, heated dance to the sounds of the cheering. They were worshipped by the ever increasing circle around them and like two goddesses of lust they entranced them not only with their lewd dance and appearance, but with an seductive aura they emanated. And they reveled in each gaze, each howl and whistle they received. They'd become the embodiment of desire in the club, an invitation to sensuous ecstasy.

If only we could just take them, right here and now; fuck and drink from them, one by one. If only we could be worshipped as the goddesses we truly are. If only...

Guys grew bolder as the atmosphere thickened with sensuality. Emboldened admirers dared to approach, their longing evident in their eyes. Maria and Rachel exchanged a knowing look. It was time to welcome some company.

With just one slightly longer glance at the tall, ripped black guy who had been eyeing Rachel, he approached her instantly as he saw an opening.

"Hey, babe. Having a good time?" He was oozing confidence, much to Rachel's liking.

"Yeah, it's a great night. And you?" She said with a sultry voice.

"It was alright until I saw you two. Now it's unforgettable."

"You liked us, huh?" Rachel purred. Handsome, well-built and charming with a tinge of cockiness, and as a cherry on top there was his delicious scent filling her nostrils. A whole package, just what she wanted.

She gently leaned forward on his chest and breathed in his ear, "Me and my friend wouldn't mind having some company later. Interested?"

Her words were like a winning lottery ticket for the guy and he couldn't resist flashing her a wide smile, "Sure, babe, I'm game!"

Maria observed them for a while, their bodies merging in a sensual dance. She liked Rachel's choice and it didn't surprise her one bit. She remembered Rachel admitting to her once when they had a sleepover at her place that she had a thing for black guys. She never had one as far as she was aware but now was the perfect time for experimenting as any.

With Rachel now taken and busy, some guys saw it as a chance to make a move on Maria, but she ignored them all. She'd maybe go pick one for herself later but first things first, she decided.

She made her way through some passages of the underground club and found the VIP section with private rooms where guests could have their own premium private space, guarded by an imposing bouncer stationed at the entrance. Maria approached the manager, a middle-aged man with long greasy hair and an ex-rocker-turned-sellout vibe. Her voice was laced with a subtle command as she placed a roll of banknotes on the table.

"Me and my girlfriend we'll be here all night with some company, celebrating," Maria informed him, her eyes flashing with an unmistakable suggestion, "And if any of our guests find themselves overwhelmed by the... festivities, be good and take care of them."

The manager checked her out openly with a sly grin and nodded, his greed momentarily overshadowed by the allure of the mysterious beauty. "No worries, doll, I'll... personally take care that your privacy is guaranteed. So, what's the occasion?", he added a creepy wink.

She didn't like this sleazy manager one bit and coldly shut him down, "The occasion? That's a mystery you won't be solving tonight, sweetheart. We came here for a good time, that's all you need to know."

The manager raised his hands and began apologizing but Maria cut him off and with a menacing, warning glare doubled down on her words, "One more thing, since you are getting paid more than generously: do your fucking job and keep your curiosity out of our room. Got it?"

She left him there speechless and nodding obediently with his mouth wide open, and headed back to Rachel. She loved the effect she had over the weak minded imbeciles that were foolish enough to try her. Even before she would have discarded them without much effort but now she felt as a doberman dealing with an annoying chihuahua - although they might try their luck against her, just one well placed bark from her was enough to make them piss themselves.

Returning to the dance floor, Maria discovered Rachel wrapped in a strong, possessive embrace with that tall, muscular black man. They were kissing and licking in a rather obscene way and with their bodies dry humping against each other they were basically in foreplay. Rachel was lost in passion, any semblance of decency way past her. Maria squeezed her shoulder and exchanged a sensual look with her, conveying her intentions without words. Rachel needed a moment to clear her thoughts and a knowing smile signaled her realization of Maria's intentions - the moment she had waited for was finally here.