Discotheque

Edited by:eb18

Is this really happening? I said as I looked out the window of the limo.

I was going to some club in the city, but I wasn't going alone. In the limo with me was Antonella and Kyoko.

I hadn't met Kyoko before, but it was obvious that she was another one of Billy's dolls.

Each of us wore an outfit chosen by Billy.

Antonella wore a cut-out black mini-dress that showed off more than a healthy amount of cleavage and ample curves underneath the tight-fitting cloth. Whereas Antonella’s style was mature and somewhat trashy, Kyoko adopted a more youth-orientated look that could only be described as a slutty schoolgirl. She wore a grey knit sweater that exposed her mid-riff and a blue, white, and orange pleaded mini-skirt with black thigh-length stockings that completed the ensemble of her look. Comparatively, what I wore wasn’t any better, completing our trampy trio. I was decked in a black latex dress that clung to my body in a way that made me completely self-conscious of my every movement. Thinking about all the attention we were naturally going to garner didn’t help and I could feel myself already on edge, as I tried to adjust the length of my skirt to no avail.

Even though we weren’t close, I was glad to have Antonella act as our chaperone for the night. I wasn’t one for really going out but having somebody familiar around made getting used to the uncomfortable environment slightly easier.

While lost in my thoughts, Antonella spoke with her characteristic accent. “We are about to arrive, Veronica, you remember the Master's orders, don't you?”

I reluctantly nodded as I remembered the “mission” I had been assigned.

Billy stated he would start me off with something easy; I had to sleep with a woman before the night's end.

It didn't matter the approach or method, as long as I got a woman into bed.

Without bothering to interrupt her with my inner thoughts, I allowed Antonella to keep prattling on, as she nodded back happily pleased by confirmation, “It's good that you understand, my dear, the Master's orders are meant to bring us happiness and pleasure!”

I had been living with Antonella for the last 3 months. For the most part, she would act like a normal and rational person until Billy, or her “master”, was brought up.

Afterwards, her personality would become that of a zealot. So, I had to endure the next ten minutes of singing the praises of her “master”.

It was best not to push back against her claims when she was in this state or things would become even more unbearable.

I had zoned out until Antonella cleared her throat with a fake cough, “Ahem, well the Master sent me as your chaperone to make sure you accomplish your mission, if you need money or anything else you can come to me. When you order a drink just tell them to put it on my account. Kyoko is here if you need any help fulfilling some special requests or fantasies.”

Kyoko greeted me with a strange smile on her face that looked like it hid some kind of secret I wasn’t aware of. Things were made even more awkward as I caught her staring at me several times. This was a bit unsettling considering she hadn't said a word to me the whole ride.

“Okay girls, get ready because we’re here,”

The limo parked in front of the entrance to a flashy venue. A long line of people waited outside as they were stopped by a big bald security guard with a stern look on his face checking everybody’s identification.

Antonella adjusted her outfit making sure everything was on point before opening the door.

I didn’t want to get out, already a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of what I had been assigned to do but I knew had ****.

I followed Antonella and Kyoko who walked confidently towards the large security guard. The guard, noticing our presence, cleared a path and invited us in.

As we passed, Antonella stopped and smiled at the guard, “Thank you Vladi. You’re always so charming,” she as we walked by.

We entered the club, where the surround sound of the speakers boomed deafeningly in our ears now unfiltered by walls. The rapidly flashing neon lights initially disorientated me, but my eyes quickly adjusted to the gloomy lighting and the low fog that infused the air.

Without much ceremony, Kyoko and Antonella went their separate ways, leaving me alone.

I immediately went to the bar to order a drink; I needed a bit of liquid courage if I was going to get through the night. I asked the bartender for a Bloody Mary, instructing it to be charged to Antonella's tab and started scanning the environment.

I didn't know exactly where to start; it was disgusting to have to do this as if it were a ‘job’. Casual relationships weren't what I usually went for, but the situation compelled me to go on the hunt.

So, I started discarding possible options as I sucked on my drink.

Big-breasted blonde? Ruled out. She was surrounded by too many people to court her attention. Also, she had already flirted with at least two men in the short time I had been here, so she probably wouldn't be suitable for me needs.

Tall girl with curly hair? Nope. She was holding hands with somebody who assumed was her boyfriend.

I kept ruling out possible candidates as I continued to look around. I was being particularly picky. I knew that wasn't good but I couldn’t help myself as my nerves hadn’t yet settled despite the steady intake of ****.

I was already on my fourth drink and still hadn't moved from my seat. Even so, I could feel the **** starting to take effect. The nice buzz I had built had progressed to light-headedness and I knew I was well on my way to being drunk.

As I looked around the club, I saw Antonella and Kyoko on several occasions.

Antonella was chatting happily with a man behind the bar, who seemed concerned about her.

Meanwhile, Kyoko just wandered around the disco floor like a fairy. She moved around with an aura which to men flocking around her, trying to get her to dance with them. But just as she was surrounded by all sides she always managed to seemingly slip away. This was course after getting some of the men around her to buy her a few drinks with a bat of her eyes and a twirl of her hair that had the guys tripping over themselves to land a chance with her.

I couldn't help but be impressed by how she turned the guy's advances to her benefit, especially as she settled herself in a VIP area full of women while primarily keeping her focus on me even as she playfully chatted them up.

At this rate, the night would be over, and I would fail the mission.

Billy had not set a punishment if I failed, but I knew for certain that it would be my fault for not being able to save my family.

I made up my mind when I saw somebody who caught my attention: a short girl with an unusually fair complexion and purple hair with black highlights.

She wore a black party dress with subtle red details. Around her neck and chest, she had tattoos in a similar style to my own, a heart surrounded by a bed of thorns. She had a few piercings and green eyes that even in the low light still managed to mesmerise me under their gaze.

I swallowed hard; she could work.

I smacked my cheeks lightly to clear my mind, “Come on Veronica, you have to do this for your family.”

Taking firm steps I approached the purple-haired girl.

She was enjoying her drink alone at a table when she noticed my arrival.

Putting on what I hoped was my most flirtatious smile I asked, “Do you mind if I join you?”

She gave me a quick once over before returning my smile with an interested one of her own and replying, “Sure, I've been a bit lonely anyway.”

Sitting down at her table I extended my hand and introduced myself, “I'm Veronica.”

‘‘Erin, nice to meet you.’’

“I couldn't help but notice that tattoo on your wrist, is that a reference to Oscar Wilde?”

“Oh, you noticed, good eye!”

I cupped my hand to be heard above the rising noise of the music, leaning in close to Erin and excitedly shouted, “I love Oscar Wilde; The Portrait of Dorian Gray is one of my favorite books.”

For a while, Erin and I discussed literature. Our conversation revolved around the literary works of Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, and Bram Stoker, amongst others. Despite the subject of our talk, I could sense an underlying current of undeniable sexual chemistry between us.

At some point, Erin and I had drifted closer together, with no more than a few inches of separation between us.

Erin relaxed into my embrace and drunkenly asked, “I swear we have all the same interests. Are you sure we haven’t met somewhere before?”

I slyly replied, “Maybe I’ve had my eye on you for a while.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Or we’re both just a pair of basic bitches with good taste.”

Erin laughed at my answer and we both moved in for a kiss. She gave me a peck at first, then a deeper kiss that evolved into a quick make-out session. I was left breathless as we finally separated, a trail of saliva connecting us.

Erin spoke as I traced the tattoo pattern on her chest with my finger.

“We could read Sheridan Le Fanu at my place, I think Carmilla will be to your liking,” she said as she looked at my lips with a deep hunger, her true intentions of what we would be doing clear to see.

The searing feeling of lust I had become accustomed to had ignited within me. The hard work of the mission had mostly been taken care of, now all I had to do was reap the rewards and accept Erin’s invitation.

However, before I could open my mouth to speak, I stopped myself.

Could I really condemn some unsuspecting person into the nightmare I was living in? I knew I didn't wish my current fate on anyone, especially not Erin whom I had made a genuine connection with. My heart anguished imagining all the ways Billy would just use her to toy with me later.

Maybe that's what this “mission” was all about, making me choose between my morals and my family. Billy had been in my head long enough to know how to know what made me tick.

There were only two options, and I didn't like either one of them: either I would leave here with Erin and put her at risk, or I would fail Billy's mission and accept whatever consequences came my way even if in the short-term hurt my chances at freeing my family.

My **** mind struggled to think about ways to get out of the situation I was in; there had to be a way out without necessarily falling into his trap, but I didn't want Erin to have to pay the prize.

So, I quickly made up an excuse to decline her invitation. It was painful to see the look of disappointment in her eyes as we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

I staggered back to the bar defeated, where I ordered another drink. I had to get rid of the bitter taste of letting go of such a good opportunity go to waste.

I was trying to enjoy what was left of the depressing evening by drowning my sorrows, consequences be damned, when my eyes coincidentally locked on to Kyoko again. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had been up to, while I had been with Erin. She seemed to notice my staring from across the room, turning her head towards me and giving me her characteristic smile, that gave me goosebumps, and a wave in return.

As I absentmindedly admired her, a light bulb went off in my head. Billy said I had to sleep with a woman before the night ended. So, any woman would do, right?

It was worth a shot.

I downed my drink in one gulp and walked over to where Kyoko was, ignoring the men that tried to approach me.

Kyoko didn't look away until we were directly in front of each other. Putting on the most confident tone I could muster I said to her, “Do you want to dance?”

Kyoko nodded, with a big smile.

We headed to the dance floor where the strobe lights mixed with the high-tempo electronic music.

This wasn't my kind of music, but I did my best to move my body in time with the beat. I focused more on matching the movements of my partner.

Our bodies sensually pressed against each other allowing me to feel how Kyoko’s hips gyrated tantalisingly and moved from side to side, giving me the chance to use my naughty hands to warm her up.

My hands went down her waist reaching beneath the front of her skirt. I knew what I was doing could get us kicked out, but I honestly didn’t care at this point as my fingers slipped past her thin panties and I traced and probed at her slit as she squirmed beneath me.

This would be harassment in any other context, but I knew being one of Billy's dolls, Kyoko wouldn't mind.

At this point, we were putting on quite the show for a crowd of spectators that gathered. I could hear wolf whistles and claps as we got more intimate, and she melted into me. The loud music blaring around us made it hard for her to communicate easily, as brought her mouth closer to my ear, tilting her head backwards.

“Ahn-n. Blue, don’t you think you’re kinda cutting things a bit close with completing the task Mm-ma-maste-r assigned you?”

I brought my teeth down the crest of her ear, biting down gently before speaking, “You’re a woman, aren't you Kyoko? So, I don’t see what the problem is.”

Kyoko moaned as I continued to stimulate her.

“Yes, but I'm HIS, woman Blue. I don't think you've been taking things s-ss-sseriously.”

I was a little bit irritated by Kyoko challenging my resolve. One of my hands went to one of her breasts and groping it. She wasn't wearing a bra, so with my thumb, was able to directly rub her nipple through the thin material.

“I don’t remember him specifying you being off the table. Besides, aren’t you here to help me fulfil all my dirty little fantasies?” I breathily questioned, feeling her shiver beneath me at the suggestion, “Unless you want to go against Billy’s word.” My hand left her breast, and I started to retract my hand away from her vagina, depriving her of the contact her body had started to crave. “We could stop here…’’

“No!” She exclaimed stopping my hand from fully removing itself.

I thought I caught a flash of annoyance briefly mar Kyoko’s face, which worried me for a second, but my ****-filled mind must’ve interrupted the expression wrong as she now looked thoughtful, cutely biting her lips. I could see her weighing up something in her mind as she rubbed her thighs together until her usual coy smile settled on her face and she said, “I can’t see the fault in your ingenuity.”

Without any delay, she kissed me. Our tongues wrestled together as we passionately locked lips.

A feeling of guilt came over me, at my underhandedness in getting what I wanted but I quelled it and concentrated on my growing desire for sex.

I was horny as shit.

I don't know how long we kissed but what I do know is it was long enough that I could feel my legs starting to go weak. Kyoko was an excellent kisser.

A trickle of saliva came out of our mouths and after a few seconds of looking at each other, Kyoko whispered in my ear, “Antonella told me about a place we could use nearby for some fun. Let's go.” She dragged me firmly by the arms in a way that told me the would be no room for refusal at this point.

I don't remember much of what happened next, I only know that when we got to the apartment Kyoko got between my legs and made fun of me because my pussy hair wasn't blue, before burying her tongue between my folds until I was screaming for her to stop but she was insatiable.

That night I orgasmed a lot until I passed out from exhaustion...

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