RP: Bad Choices Who: Maria and Scarlett and various NPCs What: A house party, drugs, alcohol, and two very different women ready to make as many bad choices in a night as they can. What could go wrong? When: 9 June 2028 Where: London Warnings: NSFW, drugs, violence Completion Status: Complete
Getting that damned skin mag from Aldrich yesterday had fucked with Scarlett's head more than she wanted to admit. She'd gotten over him, patched things (mostly) up with Kenzie, and had good things going with Hugo and William. She didn't need Aldrich swooping back in and making her feel stupid things she didn't want to feel. Which was why when an old acquaintance messaged her out of the blue today asking if she wanted to go to a party with him tonight, she'd jumped at the opportunity. She didn't have to work tonight and didn't already have plans.
She didn't expect it to be a Muggle house party though. Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she walked through the house, wondering if they had any idea of just how pitiful their parties were. They couldn't have any clue what they were missing out on, could they? But then someone offered her a line of blow, and her natural inclination to say 'fuck it' and try damn near anything took over. It surprised her how quickly the drugs rushed through her, a feeling of euphoria overwhelming her in the best fucking way.
Someone passed her a beer, and she didn't think twice before taking a swig of it, careless of the fact that it was already open. It was a party, right? And what was the point if she didn't prove she was perfectly capable of making terrible decisions without Aldrich? Maria had been out at a muggle dive bar, when a couple of guys who had been buying her shots invited her to a house party. She'd gone with them, in a mood since she'd finally been frank with Kieran and gotten seemingly nothing back since. She'd been so good these last few months, since her breakdown, but it hadn't gotten her anywhere. She was still depressed, still horribly lonely, and still - it seemed to her - not good enough. Not good enough for anything. For anyone. And so here she was, (kind of) dancing hazily in the living room of a stranger. She didn't see the guys anymore, had no clue if they were even here anymore. She looked around again, coming out of her haze of alcohol and smoke and some pill one of the girls had handed her when she arrived. Instead of seeing those guys, though, she got a shock to see a familiar face entering the house. Adrenaline rushed through Scarlett, and she twirled in a little dance with the nearest guy, which brought her closer to where Maria was. When she spotted the werewolf, her lips stretched in a wide smile. "Maria!"
She didn't even like Maria, but the drugs pulsed through her, guiding her, and she flung an arm around the other woman, holding her beer out of the way with her other hand. "Never would have expected to run into you." It wasn't like they ran in the same circles, especially since things with her and Albie had ended. "Have you tried the white stuff? It's amazing," she stage whispered in Maria's ear. It was so different from any of the drugs she'd tried in their world, but no one could accuse her of not being adventurous. And she wasn't even thinking of Aldrich's cock! See, win-win! Maria snorted out a derisive laugh, Scarlett McLaggen was never nice to her. And her best friend had hooked up with Albie - probably while they were still seeing each other. And she'd definitely never partied with muggles. "You did a bump? Good for you." Her voice was level, what might normally make her angry barely a blip on her radar. Maria liked coke as much as as the next addict, but when she was depressed she tended to stick to downers. Mixing the two was a bad idea, she knew all too well. She felt like she was enveloped in some warm, thick substance - her movements were slower, her thought processes even-keeled.
"What are you doing here?" It occurred to her for a flash that she hoped running into a witch didn't mean her brother would get wind of this. Was that sarcastic? Scarlett wasn't sure her sarcasm radar was working quite right, but she also didn't really care. Her body couldn't seem to stop moving, and her hand twisted playfully into Maria's hair. "Got invited," she answered with a negligent shrug. "Didn't have anyone better to do tonight, so here I am!"
Before she could say anything else or ask why Maria was there, a tall, broad dude with short curly hair gestured lewdly at them and called out, "Hey, why don't you give her a kiss, put on a show!"
For a brief moment, it was easy to pretend that the darker skinned girl was Kenzie, and she mentally flashed back to all the shows they'd put on before. Running with those images, she fisted her hand in Maria's hair, turning her head with more force than one might expect from the petite woman, and planted a kiss right on her lips. Rolling her eyes at the rude stranger, she made to turn to say something very rude in return, but then Scarlett was kissing her and dammit if being manhandled when she was in this mood didn't do something for her.
So Maria, giving very little fucks about consequences after that brief flash of reality just a moment ago, went with it. Why not? Plus, the Moon was coming up, so she better get some fun in while she could, right?
Scarlett's mouth tasted like cheap beer, and Maria just... went with it. She let her hands wander to Scar's waist to pull her closer, and over the blonde's head, she gave the rude guy a very pointed look. Whatever it was that they'd given Scarlett, maybe Maria needed to get some of her own. Mixing uppers and downers and bad decisions and depression all be damned. Despite not being interested in women, Scarlett was quite interested in snogging and not particular about whose lips she locked as long as they weren't terrible at it. She enjoyed that Maria was returning the kiss, but she didn't let up control of it, her mouth firm and forceful against Maria's, her tongue swiping out to explore her mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" the guy cheered them on. "Though it would be a better show with fewer clothes." There might have been some encouragement from others on that point, but Scar didn't hear them, caught up in the moment as she was. Less clothes was a great thought, but some small part of her brain remembered that this was a Muggle party, and so vanishing her clothes would not be smart, and she certainly wasn't about to stop snogging Maria to take them off manually. Maria opened her lips to Scarlett's at the other girl's lead, falling more into it all. When the guy shouted again she mentally rolled her eyes, but the idea of getting naked didn't bother her. She thought back to that party she'd ended up at, at the height of her breakdown, and a shiver ran down her spine.
That had been... a lot. But also, in the moment, amazing. When high, Maria's supposed heterosexuality always seemed to go out the window. Though she had no idea of Scarlett's inclinations, maybe they really could make this a real party. She nipped at Scarlett's bottom lip and her hands moved up the blonde's body, pulling her tight against her own with a little moan. She even began to forget this was a woman - a witch! - she knew. The moan had heat spiking between her legs, and Scarlett barely even noticed when someone took the beer from her, only in that it allowed her to have both her hands on the other woman. Gods, snogging was fucking fun, and she had the errant thought that maybe this was what Albie had seen in the little werewolf girl. This kind of intensity was intoxicating.
She only broke the kiss when her lungs felt like they might explode if she didn't get a full breath, but she didn't stop entirely, instead leaving a trail of kisses down Maria's neck. "What do you think, Maria? Should we give them a good show?" Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she met Maria's dark gaze. "Or should we make them earn it?" Maria scoffed, "Oh, they definitely need to earn it. And to start, they can share some of that fabulous nose candy with me, since they were so generous with you." She said it loudly enough that she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she was offered a line. And she was right.
A little mirror and a rolled up muggle fiver note were placed at her face. She allowed the stranger to direct the note to her nose, and took the rather generous line quickly, like a pro. Maria took a deep breath after, rolled her neck; it felt glorious. "Mmmmm, that's a good start. What else do you think we require, S?" She wasn't sure if Scarlett wanted her name shared, despite the other witch using her name. Maria didn't give a shite if anyone knew her name, but this was a pretty typical night for her back in the day, old hat for her. She didn't know if Scarlett had any experience with this sort of scene.
Her hands, of their own accord, came to Scarlett's tits, firmly rubbing and teasing them through her top. Maria was already getting wet. She'd definitely need to get one of the muggles here to properly fuck her by the end of the night. Scarlett was perfect foreplay, though. As she played with Scarlett's nipples, she noticed a crowd grew around them, raptly watching the 'show'. Scarlett laughed breathlessly at Maria's retort, watching raptly as the other woman did the line of coke expertly. It clearly wasn't her first time, and she wondered briefly if perhaps she had misjudged the werewolf. Maybe Maria wasn't as boring as she'd previously thought.
Her body arched into the touch, her own hands roaming freely over Maria. "Mm, I think if they want us naked, they should get naked too. Tit for tat. So how about it?" She directed that last bit at the guy who had egged them on in the first place.
The guy let out an excited whoop and tugged his shirt off. "Now you. Tit for tat, right?" he said with a smirk.
Okay, so she hadn't thought that through, seeing as she was wearing a dress and only knickers underneath, but Scarlett was nothing if not impulsive, and so she broke away from Maria only long enough to get her dress off. Maria let out a little growl when Scarlett pulled her dress off - she was (mostly?) straight, but she could admit when she saw an attractive woman. Scarlett's body was beautiful. She looked into Scarlett's eyes, Maria's own glazed over with drug and lust, before moving closer and bending down (she never knew she was taller than Scarlett) to take a hard, pink nipple into her mouth. She'd never done this part before but women and men had done it to her, so she knew enough of what to do. She moaned, knowing the vibrations would hit Scarlett, as she sucked at the nub. With a nip and a lick, she moved over to the other, her hand coming up to play with the now wet, abandoned one.
This time, she was less tentative, using her teeth to nip at it before soothing it with her tongue and then sucking hard. Her fingers twisted and plucked at the other, wondering if Scarlett was soaking in her little panties yet. She needed more, though, and so she abandoned both tits to stand and take her own top off, with nothing underneath the tee. Her own nipples were hard without even having been touched, and she had a flush down her chest from the exhibition of it all.
"If I'm going to keep teasing this little slut," she said to the crowd, her hands coming back to Scarlett's chest lazily. "I'm going to need someone to come over here, put their big strong arms around me, and fuck around with my tits, too. Only fair." The announcement caused some of the seemingly spell-bound crowd to move to action. Finally, one bro seemed to win out over the rest, a shirtless blonde (hmmm sandwiched between two blondes, she thought, not a bad way to spend an evening) coming to her to do as she'd told.
Once his hands were on her, she sighed, her head lolling back for just a second, her legs squeezing together in want. And then she looked to Scarlett's face again before resuming her ministrations with mouth and fingers. Kenzie was the only woman who had ever touched her intimately, mostly because Scarlett didn't care to fuck women but Kenzie was special and so much fun to fuck guys with, and before things had gotten fucked up, she hadn't seen the point in denying Kenzie the pleasure of touching her. But fuck if Maria wasn't damn good with her mouth. Her head tipped back, her blonde locks flowing behind her, and her hand fisted in Maria's hair again, holding her against her breast.
It was a flurry of activity then, hands and lips everywhere, to the point that Scarlett wasn't even sure who was touching whom anymore. As long as Maria kept sucking at her tits, she didn't fucking care what anyone else did to or with her. It was devolving into a full-blown orgy, and Scarlett couldn't think of any better use of her time or body tonight.
Her hands went to the front of Maria's jeans, tugging the button free and sliding the zipper down, though they were still too tight for her to slip her hand into the heat waiting between her legs. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down hard, relieved when someone else took over to get them the rest of the way down Maria's legs. That barrier removed, she slid her hand into the front of Maria's knickers, two fingers slicking down between her folds, coating in the moisture there before sliding back up to her clit. The groan of relief that escaped Maria's lips - closed tight around one of Scarlett's perfect fucking nipples - caught her by surprise. But finally, finally there was something between her legs, something for her to clench down on and move up and down on and the relief flooded her body. She was absently sure she flooded her panties at the same time.
"Fuck, yes," she said into Scarlett's chest, breathing hard, her forehead now resting at Scarlett's sternum. She couldn't help the way she moved her hips, bucking into Scarlett's hand. The hands on her tits from behind got more aggressive and she growled at the joint sensations - they were coming from all directions and she was dizzy between the feelings and the drugs. She licked up Scarlett's chest, getting ahold of herself after a second, and bit at the witch's naked collar bone before announcing, "Who here is going to get on their back underneath my friend here? Good little whores like her deserve to have their dripping pussies licked clean, don't they?" Again there was a shuffle in the crowd, but Maria was only vaguely aware of a brunette woman beating out the bros and sliding on her back between Scarlett's legs. Maria was already busy again, grinding down on Scarlett's hand, devouring the blonde's tits - going back and forth hungrily between the two, one hand twisting and pulling whenever her mouth was absent. Someone, she wasn't sure who, tugged her own knickers down, and Scarlett stepped out of them, hardly away of moving to do so as she was so caught up in the sensations of Maria's mouth on her chest and the way the werewolf managed to squeeze around her hand without her fingers even being inside her. Her hand was coated with her arousal, and she used it to heighten the sensation as she stroked Maria's clit.
As the woman positioned herself between her legs (and Scarlett was surprised that she didn't care it was a woman rather than a man, though that ambivalence could be due to the drugs coursing through her still), she slid her fingers back, two slipping into Maria's pussy while her palm pressed against her clit. She fucked Maria with her hand, in and mostly out and in again, fucking her the way she wished someone would fuck her. Though as soon as she had that thought, she felt a tongue stroke over her slit, and she gasped, her movements faltering as she gyrated against the face between her legs.
A moment later, Scarlett found her rhythm again, her hand moving in tandem with the woman's tongue between her legs, surprised at how badly she wanted to feel Maria come on her hand. It wasn't really a show without a big finish, right? "Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" she breathed, curling her fingers deep in Maria's pussy so she could stroke her g-spot. Maria smiled around one breast at Scarlett's gasp. "That's a good girl," she whispered into the skin. "About time they started being useful," she said into the pale expanse of skin at her lips, but mostly to herself.
As she licked more, Scarlett pushed two fingers into her and she bit down on one swell in satisfaction. And then Scarlett spoke - yes, Maria was, a good little slut. It was practically the only thing in this life she was any good at, and she was really fucking good at it.
Maria answered with a "Mmmhmmm," and licked her way up Scarlett's neck, bobbing her head with the movement of the witch's body. She whispered into Scarlett's ear, "Oh, the possibilities when two dirty fucking sluts run into each other, mm?" Her voice was harsh, as if she'd been yelling, but she hadn't been, just panting hard. Her lips felt swollen and despite the fact that she hadn't come - yet - she knew she looked completely fucked out. Moving away from Scarlett's ear she asked the crowd, "Does anyone here want to see my little slut in training ride my cunt with her virgin face?" She doubted anything about Scarlett was virginal but at the word the crowd swelled and shouted and began demanding it. She quirked an eyebrow at Scarlett as if to dare her to back down. Scarlett wasn't sure there was anything she wouldn't do in that moment, the drugs and arousal pulsing insistently through her system and. And as Maria's lips whispered against her ear, the woman between her own legs sucked down hard on her clit, and the orgasm ripped through her without any warning. Her hand squeezed Maria's cunt reflexively as she rode out the orgasm.
Eating a woman out was never going to be her thing, but who was she to deny the onlookers? "I'll let you come on my face as long as there's a cock in my pussy," she said, shifting as the woman removed herself from between her legs. She slid her hand out of Maria's knickers before tugging the fabric down. And then she stretched out on the carpet, surprised at how plush it was, and beckoned Maria to come sit on her face. She had no idea who positioned himself between her legs, her view quickly obstructed, but she moaned as a thick cock shoved into the hilt. Maria watched Scarlett move to the ground and licked her lips. Fuck yes. She hadn't realized the night would go this way - she'd been here to pop a couple pills and be left the fuck alone with her thoughts - but this was so much better. She got to her knees and then lowered, her thighs holding her just right over Scarlett's face. The man who took care of Scarlett's needy cunt leaned forward as he dug deep into and out of the pretty pale witch. He bit at Maria's tits to the rhythm of his cock and Maria threw her head back as Scarlett gave a tentative first swipe of her tongue. To urge her on, Maria lowered herself more, grinding herself against Scarlett's mouth. "That's a good tramp, doing as you're told, giving me what I need. Is this what you needed?" She asked the crowd, her voice breathy, almost dreamy as she came closer and closer to coming on Scarlett's face.
She rolled, higher and higher, the anonymous man burying his face in her chest, surely leaving bruises and bite marks just like she liked. And then, with one surprising - probably accidental - move against her clit, Maria was shouting out her ecstasy, grinding down hard on Scarlett with little care for the woman beneath her. She was coming so hard she reached for the strong body in front of her, her arms scrabbling for something to hold herself up.
Panting, coming down, Maria rolled herself back and off of Scarlett's face, lying on the carpet with her legs spread. Scarlett's head was between her knees, and a man was crawling toward Maria to kiss her aggressively, her head pushing hard against the carpet.
It almost hurt. Just enough. She was pretty sure Scarlett was still lying between her legs getting fucked when the guy who was kissing her moved over the blonde to shove his cock quickly - messily - into Maria's cunt. He pistoned fast, clearly nearly ready to come before he'd even entered her. Their show must've really been something she thought with a sharp smile gracing her face. What Maria interpreted as tentative was intended as teasing. While not her favorite thing, she did know her way around a cunt, and when Maria ground down against her, she chuckled against her dark skin before finally giving her what Maria clearly wanted. Her lips and tongue worked together to tease Maria, eventually finding a pace that matched the cock between her own legs. Her arms came up, curling around Maria's thighs, fingers digging into her skin as her tongue flattened and flicked over Maria's clit quickly.
Who needed to breathe? Scarlett thought as Maria came hard, her arousal coating Scarlett's face as she refused to stop teasing her clit.
She gasped in a lungful of fresh air when Maria fell back off her face, though it was only a few seconds later that a pair of balls were swinging over her face. She groaned, and the guy fucking her reached down and pulled her up before swinging his own body back so that she was on top of him. Scarlett didn't hesitate to start riding him.
Scarlett was so caught up in the sensations that she didn't notice the man stumbling erratically into the room. She heard the roar, though, and felt the sting of a blade slicing through her upper arm. Pleasure morphed to a piercing pain pulsing in her arm, and she stumbled off the cock beneath her to get away from the man with the knife. He swung out again, though she wasn't sure if he was targeting anyone in particular. People were screaming and running, general chaos descending on the room that was just moments ago filled with moans and grunts. Maria's eyes opened when she heard the screaming, the guy pounding in and out of her apparently either too far gone to notice or to care. She slapped his head and he came to, scrambling off of her. Maria whispered a spell to retrieve her clothes in the chaos, Scarlett's too, and she crawled beneath stumbling, drunk, naked people to make her way to the blonde. "This way," she said just loud enough for the girl to hear. They were both still on the floor, seemingly under the radar of the violent Muggle, and Maria half pulled, half led Scarlett in the same direction as the running crowd, keeping pace to keep them hidden.
Then there was silence. She stopped, along with the crowd, and looked behind her. On the ground was the guy who had shouted - the one who had started all this really - and he was bleeding from his bare abdomen. Seems the knife guy had found his target. He'd dropped the knife, it was just a meter or so away from the witches, and two naked men had tackled him.
They were pummeling him with their fists, bruises and blood blooming across his face as he lay next to the dead or dying man who'd taken such interest in Maria and Scarlett. While usually not one to lose her head in a crisis, Scarlett </i>had</i> just been in the middle of a hot bout of sex with unknown drugs coursing through her, which she supposed lent itself to her delayed reaction time. She looked at Maria when the werewolf came close to her, and she didn't hesitate to follow her through the chaos to get away from the attacker.
As things fell quiet, she also stopped, looking back and taking it all in quickly. "We need to get the fuck out of here. Do you know where the loo is?" she whispered to Maria. The cops would almost certainly be called, and she didn't think it would be wise for them to still be there when they arrived. They could easily apparate from the loo. Scarlett was certain she would be able to apparate no matter how drugged she was, the magic such an integral part of her.
Maybe she should feel bad for the guy that was probably dying before her eyes, but mostly she felt relief that it wasn't her bleeding out on the floor. Her arm was still bleeding, but she could deal with that easily enough at home. She didn't think it was bad enough to need a healer, anyway. Maria nodded as she threw her t-shirt over her head, standing as she did so. She didn't spare a thought for them - either of them, really - though later she would wonder if one of them had been at all involved in the debauchery of her body. If so, quite a shame to have them taken out, because everyone had been mightily talented.
Without a word, she moved through the still stunned crowd, the sickly sounds of the beating going on the only noise in the air. She didn't look back, but trusted that Scarlett was just behind her. She'd been to the loo earlier in the night, just before she'd taken the first pill, so she knew - a right, then a left, down a hallway and the second door to the right.
"Do you have flatmates? Live with your parents?" Maria asked just above a whisper as she shut and locked the door behind them. She wasn't worried about going home to her big empty house, but she didn't want anyone asking Scarlett questions either. "How's your arm?" She'd seen the blood. She was pulling her jeans on - her shoes had been long lost, but whatever - and she felt (sadly) like she hadn't taken any drugs at all. Adrenaline was a hell of a thing, unfortunately. Hopefully the hazy high would return one she got home and climbed into her big lush bed alone. Otherwise, she wasn't sure she'd be able to sleep tonight. Scarlett wasn't sure why Maria was asking that, but she shook her head. "Nope, I'll be fine," she said. She took her dress from Maria, tugging it on over her head and only wincing faintly at the way it stretched the cut in her arm. Adrenaline and drugs still pumped through her, dulling the ache, but odds were it would hurt like a bitch once she came down from the highs.
"It's just a scratch. I have what I need at home to deal with it," she answered. "You gonna be good on your own?" Maria had never struck her as the 'let's stick together!' sort, and she couldn't say she really was either, so she would be surprised if Maria wanted to come home with her. Though, was that why she'd asked about roommates? No, that was too weird of a thought. Maria's face glimmered with a split-second worth of relief when Scarlett answered. Less to worry about, this way. The usual mask she wore slipped back into place when Scarlett assured her of the 'scratch' and then she answered the question herself, "Yeah," with a shake of her head. This wasn't her first go-round, she almost wanted to laugh at the question, but she kept her continence unaffected.
Saluting Maria rather sarcastically, she gave a slight nod before apparating away without another word. She reappeared in her own bathroom and set to work cleaning up her arm, determined not to give the werewolf girl another thought.