mariawarrington (mariawarrington) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2021-12-11 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: maria warrington, d: 2027 12, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: a night away from it all
Who: Maria, Muggles
What: Maria takes herself & her stupid broken-hearted feelings out for a night.
When: Late night Saturday; 12/11/27
Where: A muggle club, somewhere in London, she thinks.
Warnings: ADULT -- drug use, explicit sex: some dubcon, some somewhat noncon, multiple partners, pedo fantasy...
Completion Status: Complete.
Maria had worn sky-high heels and a very short skirt to the seedy muggle dance club. She completed her outfit - despite the cool, December night air - with a nearly-sheer, somewhat funny to her, white tank top and nothing else. She absolutely was not on any special list and she was alone and totally not influential, but money made a big difference and she had a lot of it. She made friends with one of the bartenders before long and he'd kept her whiskey on the rocks filled all night. After two hours, she'd taken the chance and asked him if she knew someone she could speak to about anything a bit stronger and the man with the gorgeous dimples - her bartender, Scott - simply smiled, shook his head with a friendly chuckle, and then nodded toward a dark corner, “Speak to Samantha.” Before he let her walk away, Scott leaned over the bar and stage whispered in her ear that if things didn't work out, or she changed her mind, he'd be here waiting, with a wicked grin.
In the corner he'd indicated sat a muggle that she knew must be Samantha. Looking to be in her 30’s, she had extremely long brunette hair that fell in perfect waves all the way past her arse as far as Maria could tell, and if Maria didn't know any better, she'd assumed Samantha had some major charm-work going. Samantha wore a deep green outfit with just a black strapless bra covering her top. She also had a major business going, if the party surrounding her was anything to judge by. VIP table service of only the best muggle liquor, the best looking men and women in the bar in tight white leather and the softest fur. Maria gave a smile when acknowledged by Samantha and cocked her head, "Lovely young man at the bar suggested I come say hi," she said, and then introduced herself, "Mary, it's nice to meet you, Samantha," with an extended hand, using her usual fake name.
Samantha didn't say anything but took Maria’s hand and indicated the seat next to her with her bright cerulean blue - clearly, muggle contacts - eyes, her hangers-on moving to make room for their new guest. It all worked so easily, like a well-oiled machine and while Maria seemed to be the youngest in the group, no one bat an eyelash at her once Samantha had given her the go ahead to join them.
"What are you looking for tonight?" Samantha asked, her accent lilting and clearly high-society. Her voice was a higher pitch than Maria would have guessed - she had assumed more sultry, she supposed, through the alcohol fog of her mind - but it was sensual in its own sort of feminine way and Maria couldn't help but be intrigued. The beauty, the command of the room, the accent. It was intoxicating, and (besides a few drinks) Maria’s real fun hadn't even started yet.
Maria ran her hand up the thigh of the blonde woman sitting next to her, in a sky blue skirt that could have passed for a bikini bottom and a once-buttoned white button-up top, "I find this white wine quite lovely, don't you?" Her own voice dipped in anticipation and then the blonde turned around and sloppily kissed her, the grazing of Maria’s hand seemingly an invitation and the blonde was clearly so far gone as to not notice she was kissing a stranger. At the sound of Samantha exhaling in obvious impatience, Maria broke the kiss, using a long delicate finger to fix the red lipstick on her bottom lip as she looked back to the ringleader. "Yes, I'm quite a fan of this white." And with that emphasis on the last word, her order was placed.
Samantha smiled now, finally reacting, and arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. She looked to one of the hangers-on, and he handed a card to Maria, blank but for an address, "Join us after the club closes." Maria gave a smile of her own and stood, making her way back to the bar with the address card gently held between her fingers. Scott greeted her with another drink and a laughing smile, asking if she was quite enjoying herself. She returned his smile and winked, to which he said, “I suppose I’ll see you at the after party, then?” And Maria nodded, oddly happy as she drank down her fresh whiskey.
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Maria had joined Samantha and the woman's gaggle of followers - plus some others she didn’t recognize from the club - at a dark home off an equally seedy side street in the city. The house didn't seem to have any heating or reliable electricity though there was music coming from somewhere in the living room; Maria kept a warming charm on herself and cozied up on a couch, the blonde she'd kissed in the club on one side and Scott the bartender on the other (he was still shirtless), his large, strong hand was possessively holding her, high on Maria’s thigh. "My name's Rachel," the girl said over the din of the party.
Maria smirked at her and replied, "I don't care," before kissing her deeply and then pulling her onto the makeshift dance floor. Scott followed and wrapped his arms around both of the women tightly - Rachel in front of her, Scott pressed tightly into Maria’s back side - and held their bodies together until Samantha appeared as if from nowhere and tapped her on the shoulder, indicating to Maria that she should follow.
Money was exchanged on the way down a dark hallway. Now they were making out in a bathroom - Samantha all long limbs, big perfect boobs that made Maria a bit jealous, honestly, and pure feminine aggression; she had pushed Maria’s slight frame up against the door the moment it had swung shut. Her lips gnawed at Maria’s, her tongue immediately begging for (and being granted) entrance, and while one hand held Maria against the door forcefully at her shoulder, the other came up to paw at Maria’s breasts - she kneaded and pinched at her nipples one after the other in a pattern - back and forth, just enough stimulation to have whimpers coming through their kisses before moving to the other - through the thin fabric of Maria’s barely-there tank top. Maria’s head was foggy and delighting in the alcohol singing through her veins, letting it make the decisions for her.
Suddenly, Samantha shoved Maria away hard, her head hitting the door, and stood back with a feral smile. If Maria didn’t know any better, she might wonder if the older woman had some Were in her. She directed Maria, harshly, to sit on the counter and lift her skirt - Maria complied without a word, her body too hot from her charms and the booze and the smell of sex in the air. Samantha was on her knees before she knew it and diving deeply into Maria’s sex with her tongue, seemingly devouring her.
“So fucking wet, so young, so lost... Just perfect. You’re so small,” Samantha said between long licks and nibbles to Maria’s lips and clit. Maria could do nothing but hold tightly to the counter that supported her with one hand, her head back against the glass mirror, moans piercing the air loudly, but neither seemed to care if they were heard or caught. Fuck, she’d needed this. She brought her free hand up to tweak at her left nipple, pinching it hard to feel more, anything more at all, and moaned loudly, obscenely as Samantha added a finger to the work her tongue was doing inside Maria’s pussy. She hadn’t even realized if she was wet before this began. She supposed she must have been.
But, Maria needed more, and she said as much between all the dirty sounds spilling from her, she was so close to the edge. But at her announcement, her begging, Samantha stopped what she’d been doing causing Maria to whimper and whine and look down at her with desperation and confusion. She hadn’t even known this was going to happen, hadn’t even figured out yet if she wanted it to happen, and now it was over?
Samantha stood abruptly with a smile, wiping her chin and lips neatly, erasing all evidence of Maria’s arousal. "Asking for this?" She asked, pulling out a baggie of the drugs Maria had ordered back at the club, hours before. Maria had nearly forgotten she’d asked for them at all.
As the two indulged, sharing, Maria forgot the stresses of her broken heart, of dead-end relationships and bothering with dating and being magic or Muggle or mixed or a Were or anything else. Samantha gave her an intense parting kiss when they left the bathroom, and she could still taste herself on her own lips. She was keyed up now - horny and high and drunk all at once and, fuck, if she didn’t need. She didn’t know what she needed, but it almost felt like when the Wolf was taking her over - just desperate, angry need.
When she found her way back to the living room where she’d left the blonde, Rachel, and the bartender, Scott, she found them making out on the makeshift dance floor. Rachel was now topless to match Scott. She abruptly stepped between them and let them attack her neck with lips and tongues and teeth. She’d have marks in the morning, but who the fuck would see them anyway?
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The couch in the living room had been vacated as the crowd had thinned a little - some had moved on to other parties, some to bedrooms, or bathrooms, or the back yard in the winter weather. Samantha was nowhere to be found. Maria didn’t care why, but she saw her opening. She pulled on Rachel, sat on the couch, and pulled Rachel down in front of her, laving at the blonde’s breasts as she positioned her in front of her spread legs.
Her thong had long since gone missing, maybe shred by Samantha in the bathroom, maybe pulled off by someone in the crowd, lying somewhere or in Scott’s jeans pocket. It didn’t matter, at least it wasn’t in the way. She pulled back, and put one foot - still in her stiletto - on the dirty, crowded coffee table behind Rachel, further spreading her legs, and pushed Rachel from the back of her head toward her center. Rachel grinned - her eyes glassed over with drink and drugs and who knew what else - and took the hint. Maria held tight to the long blonde hair, loving the difference from what she was used to.
Rachel’s tongue entered her and Maria keened, her head hitting the back of the couch, bringing her eyes up - only to see Scott standing over them, palming himself through his jeans, rubbing at himself hard.
She grinned at him, “Like what you see?” She panted, sweating, and licked her lips. “Come here,” she said, patting the couch beside her with her free hand. She didn’t let up her grip on Rachel’s hair - didn’t give the woman a chance to stop or breathe or fix a crick in her neck - as Scott descended over her body from the side, grabbing at her small tit up under her tank top and his mouth attacking hers. He bit at her lips and she opened herself to him, moaning at the sensation of her nipples being roughly handled and her pussy being expertly eaten. He pulled at and pinched her and fuck she was gonna come. Soon.
Scott moved his mouth down, pushing her tank top up roughly and now attacked her tits the same way he’d gone after her mouth - rough bites and pulling on her hard, dark nipples with his teeth - and then the high and the crest hit her hard and she screamed, nothing coherent, and came hard in Rachel’s face. The blonde, like the good little fuck toy she appeared to be, lapped up every drop of Maria’s orgasm, and then gently reached up to remove Maria’s hand from her hair. Maria let her, and waved with a smile from her boneless position on the couch as Rachel stood, brushed off her knees, and wandered off further into the house, smiling blithely to herself.
Scott had unbuckled his belt and was undoing the button on his jeans, the friction of just that making whining noises come from the back of his throat. She looked up at him, confusion flashing over her face for a fraction of a second, and then he asked, “How old are you?” and through the haze she somehow answered back, “21”.
“You look like you’re about 15,” he said, licking his lips, as if that was part of her appeal, and then his jeans were on the floor and he was pulling her up from her post-orgasm bonelessness and telling her to put out her arms. She did as she was told, and he leaned her over the couch, her ass in the air, his hands palming at it. “Fuck,” he said, “So tiny,” the hunger making his voice rough and low. He hadn’t sounded like this at the club, she thought, the thought floating through her mind just sort of out of her reach. And then he notched himself between her lips, just the head at first, but he was wide and long and before she knew it he had pulled her body down onto him in one fast thrust. She cried out - it kind of hurt - but then the haze and the pleasure of the feeling took over and the pain was gone and he was fucking her hard from behind, only her hands on the back of the couch and his hands tight - so tight he’d leave bruises - on her hips holding her up at all.
Maria felt boneless, weightless, she felt like nothing. The feeling matched, almost, how she felt normally lately. Like she was nothing. But at least she was full, and hazy, and warm - so hot - and Scott certainly seemed to like her. He was groaning and muttering about “so tight,” and “so young,” and “my little slut,” and “fuck yes,” and “fuckin’ jailbait,” and how good she felt. How hot and tight and little her pussy was. She couldn’t hear a lot of what he said, though, and she didn’t care. She felt the way he was hammering into her, for minutes - long minutes - straight now, and her arms were sore from holding herself up. She tried to say as much, but it didn’t come out of her mouth, and so she let him. Maybe she could come again. That would feel good.
She held herself up with one shaky arm and pinched her nipples again, sending chills down her spine where they settled at the apex of her thighs, where Scott continued just pounding into her, lost in his own world. She felt that feeling start to build, and then move her nimble, little fingers down to her clit, her breath coming heavy and fast now, nearly matching Scott’s thrusts. He groaned loudly again, and yelled “Fuck! I fucking love this pussy!” He seemed no closer to coming, but she was making herself climb higher and higher. It didn’t seem to matter to either of them that the other was there at all. She pinched hard at her hard little nub and then she was cresting for the second time, stars behind her eyes, her mouth going dry as the fucking Sahara, as she clenched down on him.
Her orgasm squeezed his wide cock so tight he screamed, coming without warning, deep into her most personal spaces. His grip on her hips tightened even more and his body bent over hers, he held her close as he emptied, pump after pump, into her, slowly starting to soften. He didn’t let her go at first and another of those barely-there thoughts passed her mind - maybe this was death, maybe she’d just die among these strangers, float off on the high of the best muggle drugs and orgasms and letting every single one of these strangers just fuck her into oblivion. But she didn’t quite hear that thought, and it was gone before she could focus on it. Scott finally stood up and tucked himself back into his pants, leaning to kiss her bare back, patting her almost affectionately on the ass. “You are a fucking daydream, Jailbait,” he whispered into her skin, apparently having grown attached to the misnomer nickname. And then he stood again and he walked off, going who knows where.
After a moment, Maria took a shaky, shallow breath, and bent her body straight, her legs were wobbly and she had liquid slowly dripping down her legs. Looking out the windows, it was still pitch dark.
She still hadn’t seen Samantha since their time in the dirty bathroom, so she didn’t think to find her and say goodbye. Still floating (though sore all over), she left the house, then called a muggle cab to take her to one of Campbell’s empty London flats, which he kept for ‘business reasons’. Before she knew it, she was slipping into the cab - no panties, cut off tank pulled down as far as it would go, warming charm long warn-off and without the state of mind to re-enchant it. The city flew past her windows, and the high took her worn-out body all the way through the drive and the city and then up the stairs to the flat, into the bedroom, where she collapsed for a lot of sleep.