Redemption at Elysium

Despite my objections, and against my better judgement, Brittney and Kayla met up with us at my apartment to finish preparing for the First Timers Club final examination. The two girls had stopped off at Courtney’s house to pick up the black party dress she’d worn to the dinner party with Denise. When Brittney walked into the apartment in her form fitting sweater dress, she ducked coming through the doorway. At six feet two inches tall in her brand new high heels, her towering new height still took her some getting used to.

The girls were all business in their preparations. I saw few smiles and heard no laughter. I’d already told Brittney and Kayla some of the truth about Erin, but they’d gotten the rest of the story from Ashley and Courtney, including my brutal sexual relationship with her and the vile threats I’d made in the garage. The weight of it all threw everyone into a brooding and somber mood.

When I emerged from my bedroom, the four girls turned and Brittney’s eyes popped. Underneath a fitted charcoal vest, I wore a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Dark jeans and a pair of brown Oxfords completed my outfit. I’d styled my hair, and three days of beard growth had been neatly trimmed to cap off the rugged, semi-formal look.

“Fuck me...,” Courtney muttered under her breath before remembering she still loathed me. She turned away, then peeked at me one more time.

“Yeah. Fuck me, too, please,” Brittney said. “You look...”

Kayla finished Brittney’s thought for her. “Hot as fuck.”

I couldn’t get over how sexy Kayla looked in her burgundy velvet mini skirt and black lace long sleeve crop top. She’d opted to forgo a bra, and I thought she’d made a fantastic choice.

“Thanks,” I said, swinging through the kitchen to get something from the pantry. “You all look so fucking gorgeous. Are we ready?”

“I think so,” Ashley said, arranging the contents of her purse. Her white corset top accentuated her small bustline, and the thin, stretchy material of her white, wide leg Palazzo pants clung to her hips and large ass like plastic wrap.

“Great. Uber’s on its way. Let’s go.”

Elysium Fields catered to the city’s beautiful fringe. Part goth club, part freak show, part rave, I’d been a member of the private establishment for years, though I hadn’t visited in months. They served no alcohol, though they did provide setups for members who brought their own.

I huddled with the First Timers in the parking lot. Their heads constantly swiveled, turning to gawk at the throngs of daring, scantily dressed people milling about outside, smoking cigarettes or making out. Brittney’s self-consciousness about her height caused her much anxiety. She towered over the four of us and would likely be one of, if not the tallest woman at the club. She hunched her shoulders and bent over slightly to appear less out of place, which only made her stand out more.

“This is it, girls,” I said to them as I pulled my last sugar packet from my vest pocket. “Our last night out together. This is your moment. There should be nothing holding you back from getting what you want tonight. In that place, you could have your pussy eaten right on the dance floor and no one would say a word about it.”

I tore open the packet and dipped my finger inside, then held it out to the girls. Kayla and Brittney eagerly dosed themselves, but Ashley and Courtney held back, uncertain about its contents.

“It’s ecstasy,” I told them. “Pure MDMA. Not sure if you’ve ever had it before, but it’ll make you feel euphoric and open you up.”

After watching their two friends help themselves, Ashley and Courtney joined in. We passed the packet around until we’d emptied it and I pocketed the trash. Then I held out my hand.

“Put ‘em in,” I said, and they stacked their hands on top of mine. “No matter what happens tonight, know that I’m proud of each and every one of you.” I struggled to hold back my emotions. I aggressively cleared my throat to tamp them down and narrowed my eyes. “Now, get your asses in there and get your fucking pussies fingered. ‘First Timers’ on three. One ... two ... three...”

“First Timers!” we all shouted, drawing attention to ourselves from some of the other club goers.

“Let’s go,” I said, and turned for the club entrance. I angled to intercept Brittney and grabbed her hand. “Head up, shoulders back, you sexy fucking goddess. Every guy in there is going to be on you within minutes, so take your time and own those motherfuckers. Know that you’re the hottest fucking bitch in that room and take no prisoners.”

Brittney looked down at me and gave me a slight head nod, but didn’t smile. She seemed distracted by something else. Then she lifted her head and straightened her posture, and the five of us strode into that club like we owned the fucking joint.

We left Elysium shortly after midnight. Every one of the First Timers had passed the test. Multiple times. They’d each been approached by dozens of men, and quite a few women too, and they’d all performed marvelously. I couldn’t have been prouder of them. Several men begged to come with us, and a couple of them even followed us to our waiting ride share until Brittney turned and punched her fist into her hand, sending them off in scattered directions.

The ecstasy high had long worn off, but I still felt the long tail effects of the comedown, and so did the girls. The entire car ride to my apartment, and the elevator ride up, Brittney and Kayla tried to manhandle me, but I pushed their hands away, much to their annoyance and dismay. Inside the apartment, Brittney ran her fingers through my hair and then reached for my crotch, but I twisted away from her and took a step back.

“I need you all to leave now,” I said, and Brittney’s face fell. “This is it. We’ve reached the end of the line. You all passed the test. Now please, I’d like you to get your things and go.”

Kayla and Brittney shared a distressed look, but Ashley and Courtney only nodded and went to the bathroom to pack up their makeup and street clothes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kayla asked, stepping toward me until I backed away. I’d rarely seen her get emotional, but I could tell she fought back tears now, while Brittney stood by and silently cried.

“I’m saying goodbye, Kayla. Please, go get your things.”

“No!” she said defiantly, trying to cover her grief with anger. “We’re not leaving you like this.”

“I can’t be your friend anymore,” I told her. “I’m sorry.” The crushing weight of my words hurt almost as much to say as they’d been for Kayla to hear. Her chin trembled and tears flowed from her eyes. The words, however, shattered Brittney and she convulsed in a heart wrenching sob. When she lifted her arms to me, I backed away again and she cried even harder.

Courtney and Ashley returned from the bathroom with all four bags. They’d known this moment would come, and had been steeling themselves for it all day, but neither could fully hold back her emotions, and they both had tears in their eyes. Courtney handed Kayla her bag, but she pushed it away. Their distraught expressions tore at my heart and I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. I turned away.

“Look at me!” Kayla shouted, but I refused. “Look at me!”

I couldn’t bear it. I walked to the slider and out onto the balcony to get away from them, but Kayla ran after me.