CHAPTER ONE:
*Ok, you can shoot me if this is bad, heck, you can add the most evilest comment, I don't care! Just tell me if it is bad enough for something like that! 'Cause a lot of things in this story won't make sense (though maybe not at first). Please R&R though! That would be greatly appreciated!*
The girls were getting ready while I was still in denial. I mean...the outfits...
"Why the fuck do we have to wear these again?" I asked, holding mine up. It was all black. Not to mention very revealing; it had a deep v-neck, had a small opening at the waistline, faintly see-through, and if that wasn't enough, it showed off our curves just a little too much. If the whole point was to blend in, then why were we told to wear these?
But Brooke didn't seem to mind it, though, as she was already showing it off to her 'friends'.
Its like, we shouldn't be embarrassed because we're all doing it.
Claire, the leader of our group was the first one to speak. "Because we need to distract a group of potentially dangerous men with fully-loaded machine guns and...who knows what!" She yelled, obviously annoyed. I still acted as though I didn't care about a thing she or the others said.
"Yeah, Z,SHUT-UP!" Brooke added smugly.
I gave her a confused look. One, because her comment didn't make sense and two, because she rarely ever spoke to me directly, or...in the eyes, at least.
"What are you doing?!" I looked back at Claire who was giving me a death glare. "We're almost to our destination! Put the suit on!" I sighed. I knew I'd have to do it eventually. I put the suit on like she had instructed.
We all got ready as the hatch door of the aircraft we had been riding in opened. We waited for a few more minutes while Claire ran us through the plan again.
"Remember girls, in and out! We'll meet you at the nearest checkpoint; that's to the west!"
We all nodded and jumped out the door into a sunset, smoky sky. The safest place to land had been a deserted field by a club. That was where we were headed. Now, it wasn't one of those clubs that you see in movies or TV shows, it was more like a guest house, maybe a bed and breakfast.
The town was really no different; small and desolate, the streets were empty but the noise of the club could be heard from all the way up on the aircraft. It was as if the whole down had gone to the club, simply because they had nothing else to do.
About twenty feet from the ground we all pulled on a string hanging from the side of the suit, which released a parachute from the back-suddenly the tightness of the outfit made sense (*?*); We won't want something going wrong from it being too loose.
We all cut the strings off before we reached the ground so we didn't have to worry about wasting time, then we headed off towards the club.
When we went inside, all heads turned in our direction. We ignored them and moved throughout the club silently. Some of the girls hung out around the people playing games, while others hung around boys-which probably let to bad consequences later- and I...well, I was hanging around the sweets (I can't resist it. I've tried, it's impossible).
A burly man-who smelled of alcohol-walked up to me and began to flirt with me.
I played along too as I had a way with men and even went so far as to lick his nose, until...he grabbed me...right where the slit in the outfit was.
I squeaked a little and blushed, wanting so desperately to punch his lights out, but also not wanting to draw unwanted attention...
His hand moved down to my thigh and my claws sheathed an unsheathed reflexively...
It was going to be a LONG night...