Chapter 10

This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure
- Queen

Rachael's Story:

Don't get me wrong, I was glad Alex was safe and ok. I really was. But the fact that he brought three other people into this, regardless of what their involvement was, worried me a bit. I mean, the more cooks in the kitchen, the harder it is to get anything made, ya know?

Still, if he trusted them and said they were genuine, then that's all I had to go on. Besides, Petty seemed to be in pretty bad shape and I knew I wouldn't be able to help her just by myself.

After Alex walked out of the house, Petty seemed to collapse. I don't know if she had been putting on a brave front or was just completely broken at that point, but if we hadn't been sitting there to catch her she would have easily have fallen on the hard concrete floor.

I caught her limp body with my arms, almost stumbling back on my feet as Natalie caught the rest of her, Petty's head resting against Natalie's breasts. We looked at each other for a moment, my eyes studying hers to see what her angle was in this whole thing.

"You don't trust us at all, do you Rachael?" Natalie said quietly.

I glanced away, not really knowing how to respond. Trust wasn't the issue here - I had no stability myself, let alone knew what to tell others to do, so how could I even begin to think about trusting someone else?

Petty's body was heavier than you would have thought, and it took a lot of effort by both Natalie and myself (Kirsten was just watching) to carry her into the other room of this place and lay her down. Natalie took off her jacket and laid it across Petty's frame, covering up what she could, though the scandalous nature of her clothing wasn't easily hid.

We both rose from the room and walked back out to where Kirsten had been, but we found her nowhere nearby. Heading outside, we came across her, sitting on the curb outside the building. The dark night hid her natural beauty, but the streetlight across the street still managed to frame her blonde hair in a sort of luminescent glow. Natalie and I joined her on the curb.

The three of us sat in silence for a few minutes, Kirsten rubbing her shoe in the dirty drain in front of us as the temperature outside remained a warm but dry 75 degrees or so. Natalie, who seemed to be the most tired of the three of us, laid her head on Kirsten's shoulder as Kirsten stroked her hair. I watched them do this but Kirsten happened to catch my eye, and I quickly looked away.

"You still don't know what to make of this whole thing, do you Rachael?" Kirsten said, her voice hard to read, especially its intentions.

"Only the complexity of it all. Everything else seems pretty decided, especially the two of you," I replied, not making eye contact with her.

"I wish things were that simple. I wish we could just come out, confess our love and let the world embrace it," Kirsten said. "But it doesn't work like that. I just hate how the world thinks a penis has to be involved for true love to exist,"

"So why don't you just do it? If it's as real as you say then the doubters will go away eventually, right?" I said.

Natalie had been quiet through this whole conversation, and now I saw why - a solitary tear ran down her soft cheek, her doeish eyes sparkling with emotion.

"Have you ever been with a woman Rachael?" Kisten asked.

"What?"

"You heard me. Have you ever felt the touch of another girls lips, of another woman's breasts pressing against your own? Have you ever orgasmed without the need of anything but the soft and delicate hand of someone of the opposite sex?"

I didn't have a chance to respond before Kirsten continued.

"No, you haven't. So you can't understand. Only those of us who have been through this can. Only those of us who know that feeling can understand why the world isn't ready for us. Why if we were to share our love, the world would pervert it and pick it apart. We'd become the subject of lewd male fantasies and the gossip queens of every other ignorant woman like yourself,"

"Kiki, please..." Natalie said softly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she sniffled.

"No Nat, its true. I'm not saying Rachael is the devil, but she's just like everyone else. She doesn't see the way that the world is and how it would handle people like us. You want to know why I got involved in all this Rachael? Why I was willing to take a risk with people like Willits and Alex and all of them?"

"Why?"

"Because they control the power and the perception. It's men like them that rule the world, and if you get into their good graces then you can have anything you ever wanted. Natalie and I both have that, through fame and money, but we are still missing that love, that acceptance by the world. I was naive enough to think that Willits and Eliza and the Rose Petals might bring me that. But now, all that is up in the air. Power is shifting and who knows what's going to happen?"

Kirsten had been looking at me this whole time, and I could sense the fire in her eyes, the passion. Naive or not, corrupt or not, the girl really believed all of this. And in a way, I started to believe it too. How can such passion go ignored, how can you turn away from it?

"What do you want me to do Kirsten? Take it all back? I wish I could. I wish more than anything that I could," I said. She rose to her feet, as did Nat. I followed them.

"I don't want anything Rachael. I just want to be me," she said. Our eyes were locked in an intense battle as she said this, and I could feel the energy radiating off of her. Natalie stood by her side, watching this, and in the dim light of the evening, I could see it all within Kirsten. I could see the passion and the fire and most importantly, the love. It was in the way she carried herself, the way that she swept Natalie's hair from her eyes when she cried and the way that their bodies seemed to meld together. It was intense, and it was magnetic.

Kirsten moved towards me suddenly and before I knew it, I felt her lips on mine, and her hands holding onto my cheeks tightly as she held my head. The kiss, for all its speed and suddenness, was incredibly soft and delicate. I didn't kiss her back, but I didn't resist either. I let it happen and in that moment, I was no longer being drawn to her but a part of her.

She released my face and stepped back. Natalie was smiling softly to herself at this but didn't say a word or put up any kind of protest. The three of us stood there and before I knew what was happening, they had both taken my hand and were leading me back inside, my feet barely working as I stumbled in my dazed state back through the doorway.

As we went back in, I glanced at the room where Petty lay, but she hadn't moved. Her breathing was soft and relaxed, and I knew she was in a deep sleep.

Natalie stood in front of me now, and she too moved towards me slowly, placing her lips against mine. Her kiss was even more gentle than Kirsten's had been, but it was also more brief. She stepped away as soon as it was over and moved to the side of me.

I had barely had any time to think, and my head was spinning now. I wasn't a lesbian, that I knew. But this was something more than attraction and sex that was happening. It was something much more primitive and yet, higher. It was an energy that seemed to want nothing more than happiness and pleasure, fed to it through the senses. I tried to rationalize and reason with it but my thoughts kept becoming more jagged than the last. When the two of them moved to remove my shirt then, I offered no resistance.

Natalie's hands were the first to touch me. Her small fingers glided along my shoulders as she touched the nape of my neck, moving her own body closer to me. The heat coming from her, as well as Kirsten (who was busy stroking my stomach) was intense and I shuddered when I felt Natalie's lips kiss right along my shoulder blade.

Kirsten moved down from my stomach, slowly rubbing her hand downward to my crotch, touching and teasing it and my thighs. My hips started responding on their own and I started thrusting just a little bit towards her hand as it stroked outside of my labia. Natalie moved behind me now and slid my bra straps off as her hands massaged my breasts gently, my nipples hard (from the air or from her, I don't really know) and loving the attention they were getting. Lovers never pay enough attention to a woman's breasts, always wanting to get between their legs. But really, most girls get really turned on by the show of affection and care that is properly paid to a nipple. I know I do.

I didn't even think twice when Kirsten had removed my panties and had me step out of them. When she was down there, she was rubbing her hands up and down my thighs, getting ever closer to my now quite aroused pussy. Her nails teased every little hair on my skin as her lips blew warm air right behind where her hands were going.

Natalie had begun to kiss my neck, and was now actively working her way towards my face, the soft breath from her nose sweet as it tickled my ears. She seemed to pick up on this, and exhaled softly against my ear, hovering her mouth over it. I moaned in pleasure as I tingled all over from this newly discovered erogenous zone on my own body. No one had ever paid much attention to my ears before and now I sorely wished they had: the electricity I felt from the attention sent shivers of electricity all the way down to my most aroused spot, amplifying as it went.

With Natalie holding onto my shoulders with her own body, and Kirsten busily working her way up my legs, I wasn't surprised to feel my whole body writhing in pleasure, each half moving and responding in a different way.

I moaned in pleasure as Kirsten's mouth finally found home between my legs, her soft lips gently brushing over my wet labia, my thighs trembling now as I felt her slowly extend her tongue to taste me. A low moan came from Kirsten's mouth as she pushed her head up slightly and into me, her tongue parting between my lips as it searched for more of my copiously flowing juices. Her hands moved to my thighs and held her steady as she slowly and methodically opened me up like a flower. My whole body shook as Kirsten's tongue and hot breath hit my clit for the first time, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. I felt my legs grow slightly weak and I started to fall backwards a bit, but Natalie was right there to hold me.

Her hands were freely roaming over my body now, going first from my neck and shoulders, down to my breasts (which she lifted and hefted delicately and with a strange fascination) and even onto my hips, which as any woman knows, is a very very sensitive spot indeed. Natalie's fingers ruffled Kirsten's hair, causing Kirsten to look up from between my legs and smile at both of us, her mouth and lips a sweet, shiny, sticky mess of my juices. Natalie brushed her hand across Kirsten's bottom lip slowly, wetting her finger with my fluids, before slowly raising it up to her own mouth and licking her fingers clean seductively.

I could feel an orgasm building in me quickly, quicker than any I had ever remember, the touch and caress of these two young vixens far far too much for me to take. Kirsten never wavered in her tempo, keeping up a delightful pace as she busily and happily sucked on my pussy. This rhythm made my body pulse and throb and after just a few more caresses of her tongue, I felt the damn inside me burst.

I cried out loudly as I began to come, my breathing hard and hoarse within me. I moaned with an animal lust which drove the two girls wild - Kirsten positioned her mouth right on me and was furiously licking everywhere she could with her tongue, while Natalie quickly moved her face around towards mine and kissed me deeply and furiously. Her small tongue had a hint of my juices on it (or what I can assume were mine) but her warm embrace and the sexy way she touched me made the orgasm all the more strong. I came in waves, my pussy spasming and jerking on Kirsten's mouth as my juices continued to flow, the girl cum from within me not missing a drop of it's intended target.

By the time I finally came down, I was nearly dizzy from the pleasure and the lack of breathing I had been doing (I tend to hyperventilate), so the two girls gently laid me down. I smiled to myself, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm with my eyes closed and my body tingling and trembling all over. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. I didn't have to keep my eyes closed for too long however, as I heard movement near me.

Sleepily opening my eyes, I was greeted to a sight that most men would have killed for: Natalie Portman and Kirsten Dunst undressing each other. They were slow and methodical, like the best of lovers, and seemed to relish and enjoy each and every bit of skin that they could find on each other. First the shirts came off and they kissed, their bra clad breasts bumping against each other as Natalie slid her small hands over Kirsten's ass. The bras weren't on for long though, as the whole seduction of me must have really gotten them going. Kirsten pulled Natalie to her and held her ass tightly as the petite brunette undid first her own bra, then Kirsten. They both then broke for a moment to remove pants and panties but before you could say "sequel", they were both naked.

Even for someone like me, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of the female body, you could tell that these two were perfection - and each in their own way.

Kirsten's long hair and cherub face seemed the perfect fit for her curvy, full chested figure. Her hips tapered in the classic hourglass shape, down to smooth and long legs and a neatly shaven patch of hair right above her slit. Her breasts bounced slightly when she moved, a full C cup without a doubt, and her pink nipples were just the right proportion to her breasts.

Natalie was something different, but equally as striking. Her hair was shoulder length, but it flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her breasts were smaller than Kirsten's by at least a cup size, but they too were perfect for her form. Natalie had a slightly more athletic build, with a toned and firm tummy that just begged to be kissed. Her pussy was also neatly shaved, though her lips were full and aroused, her labia a maroonish color.

I was only able to observe this sight from a distance for a few moments however, for as soon as the girls undressed and saw me watching, they descended on me with lustful smiles. I was only happy to oblige.

Alex's Story:

Jose was right where I expected him to be. Leaning his large frame against the alley wall, he and two other men - whose names I didn't know, but looked vaguely familiar - all glanced up as I approached, the streetlight behind me framing my steps in a pale yellow light.

"Hola Alex. Long time no see man," Jose said.

"You're telling me. Thanks for coming,"

"Don't mention it. After all that you did for me, I figure I owe you a favor or three,"

I laughed, happy to hear Jose's dry sense of humor again.

"Thanks. Now let me tell you what's up," I said.

I proceeded to explain the situation as best I could, leaving out the details about Willits and the overarching plan that I had stumbled on. Jose and the two guys (Roger and Tony I learned) didn't need to know all the particulars - lord knows that mixing them up in this wouldn't help anybody. When I had finished, the three of them taking in my every word with solemn nodding, Jose just had one question for me.

"You got a weapon?"

I told him that I did, and we all left the alley, making our way through the shadows of the slums of LA on foot, careful to avoid the headlights of the occasional car that might pass. As we moved closer to the address, our steps slowed until finally we were outside the building. The location was like any other around there - hollow looking from the outside, broken windows, the stereotypical ghetto. The only thing that might have aroused any sort of curiosity was a faint hum coming from the back of the building, and a soft blue glow that was visible from the front door way.

I checked the entrance as carefully as I could and, finding no one, stepped inside. The building was musty and old, with a large staircase in the middle of the hallway and three or four tenant doors lining the halls. No lights were visible except for the aforementioned blue glow, coming from the last room on the right. We made our way towards it, but not before stopping by the stairs.

Jose made a signal with his hand to Tony, who moved towards the stairs and slowly climbed them. He had went up one flight without a problem before we all heard a muffled "Hey", followed by the unmistakable sound of a silenced gun going off. The floor creaked above us, a loud thump coming down to our ears, but within a moment it was quiet again. Tony emerged a minute or so later, sweating a bit and looking on edge.

"One down, I laid his body down as quietly as I could," Tony whispered to us. Jose nodded and we moved on towards the door. We positioned ourselves outside it, forming a sort of triangle around the frame. Tony and Roger took the left and right flank positions, while Jose and I stood in the middle. Jose paused for just one moment then, stepping back, lunged forward with his large foot and kicked the door right in.

The blue glow grew stronger as noises erupted inside - noises of people moving and shouting, of guns going off and people running around. Tony and Roger moved in swiftly behind us and provided return cover as Jose and I charged inward. It took my eyes just a moment to adjust, but I didn't hesitate when I saw a large man rush towards me, a gun in his hand. I fired, and the man flew backwards comically like a cartoon character, hitting a chair and toppling it over. A few more shots went off behind me and I heard Jose yell in pain as a shot rang out in his direction. Turning my head, I saw him fall to the ground, holding his shoulder as his gun skittered away from his right hand.

Luckily, Tony and Roger moved to cover him and as I got my bearings after a few seconds, I got a grip on the scene for the first time.

The room we were in had, at one time I'm sure, been a living room of sorts. Now it was a converted base station - there was a table with all sorts of equipment on it, a few chairs and a bank of TV monitors stacked atop a small bookshelf. There were three men down on the ground - one holding his stomach as his shirt turned a bright purple in the blue light of the room - the one I had shot - and another lying motionless beneath the monitors. The third man was Jose, who was down on one knee and panting loudly, but seemingly ok.

I now also saw what Roger and Tony were doing flanking me - their guns were raised steadily at a large, well dressed black man with a bald head who was standing behind a folding chair with both his hands raised.

"You must be Clarence," I said to him, making sure to stay parallel to Tony and Roger for protection.

"Mr. Hilt. Nice of you to come visit my little camp," he said with a very self-serving smirk.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"If by 'they' you mean the ladies I have as my guests, are in the room behind me undergoing their second treatment of the day," he said. He let his words linger for a moment and, as if on cue, I heard the distinct sound of Katherine moaning in ecstasy directly behind him.

"Move out of the way or I'll kill you," I said, raising my gun.

"But don't you want to know where your files are Mr. Hilt? It would be a pity if you didn't have your evidence, now wouldn't it?"

I lunged at him, but Tony and Roger grabbed me quick enough to halt my steps too much. Clarence, to his credit, didn't even flinch.

"You mother fucker," I said. "You're going to burn for this you know,"

"Burn? Well, that's such an apt word choice. You know, I already burned a little today. Papers I mean. Since it appears your compadres here have me against a wall so to speak, I might as well let you in on a little secret," he said. Bending down, Clarence picked up something at his feet. Roger called his bluff and fired a shot as a warning, hitting about a foot above where Clarence's head had been. We all jumped for a second from the shot, but Clarence stood up unfazed, holding a wastebasket in his hand, that same stupid grin on his face.

"Here, do a little bit of reading," he said. Tossing the basket at me, I caught it with one hand while keeping the other raised towards him with the gun. Setting the basket on the ground, my heart sank at the appearance of a pile of ashes in the bin. Beneath the soot was a half burned manila folder, with a few scraps of paper on it. I could make out the Antamount letterhead only slightly, but there was nothing else left beneath it. He had burned my only hope at legally bringing them down.

"How did you get these?" I said, slightly astonished.

"Well, those aren't really anything. See, the one that your little friend, who I still don't know the name of by the way, found was just a poor mockup of the original. Something provided to her by Mr. Willits to get you to find me. I may appear to just be a nigger who dresses well to you, but really I'm a lot more on top of things than you might think. You don't think I got this job just by being a good little flunky do you?" Clarence said.

"Willits knew I was coming for you," I said.

"Somewhat, yes. He knew your blindness and devotion wouldn't keep you out of the mess of things for long. I just wanted to torment you and tease you a little bit. But the order to burn your precious files... well, that came directly from the top,"

"You are so dead," I told him, wiping the ash off my leg. "Even if I do believe you, there is no reason not to kill you now,"

"I know. But don't worry - my wife and children will be well cared for, thanks to the generous salary from Antamount. And I've already made my peace with God so please Mr. Hilt... do your worst to the bad guy, rescue the girl and go about your merry way,"

My temper got the best of me then and I did just what he asked - I attacked him. At the last moment however, I was able to restrain myself from killing him outright. As our bodies collided, his huge fists coming down hard on my shoulders, I spun away from him just enough to get a good angle at the back of his head. With my hand raised, I crashed it and the butt of the pistol down on his neck, sending him reeling forward. The chair that had been in front of him slid out of the way only a bit, just enough for his body to go tumbling on top of it, his mouth crashing down hard on the seat. Clarence slumped over unconscious on the ground then, and lay motionless as I caught my breath against the wall.

I stood over Clarence for a moment or two after catching my breath, surveying the scene. All this carnage, all this violence and drama for something that the rest of the world would probably never hear about. No, that wasn't true. If I had my way with all this, they would hear about it. The world would shake over it.

Stepping over Clarence, I moved towards the door where the girls were. Taking a deep breath, I opened it and stepped inside.

The overwhelming smell of the room was of sweat. Sweat and sex. Two scents that couldn't be anything else really, two things that triggered the mind like little else could. Laying on two medical tables were Katherine and Mila. There were arm shackles by their wrists, but their hands were free. And they were completely naked.

I walked in slowly, about to speak but hesitating. Suddenly, Katherine started moaning again, sounding like she was in the throes of a mind shattering orgasm that came from nowhere. Her body shook, her breasts jiggling and her ass rose from the table, her legs trembling violently as she panted for breath. Her hands went to her pussy and covered it as if she was protecting it. She cried out loudly, an animal lusting sound, and then she too slumped back down, in a manner that was uncannily similar to the way that Clarence had collapsed. Roger came in behind me then as I stood there staring.

"What the fuck happened to them?" he said.

"I don't know," I said, walking up to Katherine. Gently I brushed the hair from her forehead as she lay there, her chest still rising and falling from exhaustion. I felt her forehead - it was clammy and sweaty, but she felt ok. Leaning over her, I opened her eyelids and looked at her pupils. They were heavily dilated, only the very edge of her beautiful brown eyes slowing.

"They were drugged with something. I imagine it's in their bloodstream, making them fantasize in a crazy manner. That must have been what set off her orgasm," I said to Roger as he looked at Mila.

"Yeah, she's the same way. My god, even drugged up they are beautiful aren't they?"

I looked at him a little warily. He said that a bit too menacingly. "Yes, they are. Come on, let's get them out of here,"

We lifted the girls off the table and carried them over our shoulder out of the room, wrapping them in some blankets we found in a nearby cabinet. As we headed out of what I would now call the "chamber of horror", I heard a cell phone start to ring.

Stopping in mid-step, I looked back and pinpointed the noise to Clarence's jacket. Tony, who was nursing his wound but otherwise ok, walked over quickly to where Clarence lay and picked it up, handing it back to me.

My hand shook as I held the phone. The caller ID said only one thing, but I didn't need to even read it to know who it was: W

Opening the phone, I held it to my ear, but didn't speak.

"Clarence?" a very familiar voice said.

I didn't respond. There was a long pause.

"Ah... I see. Well then, best of luck to you,"

"Listen you son of a bitch," I said. "I'm coming for you. That's all you need to know,"

I heard a slight chuckle on the other end of the phone, then a click as it was hung up. I closed the phone and we hurried out of the house, the girls in tow, and my adrenaline coursing through my veins at full strength.

Jaime's Story:

I had to pee. That's something they don't really ever show in the movies or on TV, but when you get stuck in a situation like mine, your body doesn't really care. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

So it was nature's call, and the pressing desire to not get killed by Eliza Dushku as I escaped from her closet that had me contemplating coming out. She had stopped trying to open the door a few minutes earlier, but I didn't really trust her being gone. The slats in the closet only allowed me a limited view of what was going on outside around me, but she wasn't in my line of vision.

Pulling my hair back, I prepared to go. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door slowly, just enough to stick my leg out. Not a smart move.

As soon as my leg emerged, Eliza pounced on it from the right, just outside of my view. She didn't just try to grab me though - that I could have dealt with, kicking the bitch as she tried to grab me. No, she had to be fucking sneaky and use a stun gun.

I screamed in pain as she tazered my thigh, causing me to fall forward and out onto the floor. The electricity hurt like hell, but the worse pain was when she jumped onto my back and grabbed my hands. I was amazed at her quickness, but then I realized she wasn't alone. Over to my left was Rose, who also had her own stun gun and looked more than ready to do the same to me, had I escaped Eliza's grasp.

"Got you now you little cunt," Eliza hissed at me, holding onto my hands as I struggled to move. I felt something being wrapped around my wrists and then pulled tightly together - one of those little police zip ties, a nice touch I must admit. My wrists burned from being squeezed so tightly together behind my back, and my leg hurt like hell from the tazer as Eliza struggled to pull me up.

I rolled over onto my back and tried to kick at her as she got off of me, but the two of them were too quick. Rose kicked me hard in the side as I gasped for breath, Eliza sidestepping my foot as she leaned down and reached behind my shoulders to grab my hands. I felt myself being lifted to my feet a moment later and drug towards the front room, kicking the whole way of course, till the two of them threw me down on the couch.

I tried to roll off and get to my feet so that I could run, but Eliza put a quick stop to that by jumping on my lap. The move would have been really sexy had I been in the mood for such things - who wouldn't want a hot, sweaty Eliza Dushku in their lap? - but now it was just annoying. She held the stun gun up to my face menacingly.