A/N: Well . . . I was horny, to be honest, and wanted to write something. I was listening to the song Arms by Christina Perri when I wrote this, and DAMN, I love this song! I was also listening to Accidentally in Love, so that's why I called the fic Accidentally in Love With a Warlock. XD Nice back story, right? Also, this chapter contains yuri. So you have been warned. Anyway, enjoy!Chapter One
It was about eleven twenty at night in Brooklyn. In the club, cleverly named Wasted, young adults thrashed and grinded on the dance floor, blindingly bright lights all the colors of the rainbow moved frantically around as if they were the dancers I was watching from the cold, metal bar. An abandoned drink that I had been forced to buy by my younger brother Isiah sat in front of me, which I was currently running my finger around the rim of. My gaze was trying to focus on one of the male dancers in purple spandex tights and a half shirt made of thick black lace that was being ground against by two other males on either side of him. That isn't dancing, that's a three-way.
I groaned, and looked over at the pink drink. Apparently it was a cocktail, amber liquid sitting in a glass with a wide, shallow bowl and a long stem, like a warped wine glass. I couldn't wrap my head around how many different glasses were made just for one particular drink. There were wine glasses, shot glasses, margarita glasses, champagne glasses, etcetera, etcetera.
Then, I was trying to look for Isiah. He had to be dancing with some pretty but ditsy blonde who was engulfed by his looks. Yes, Isiah Lightwood, the ladies man. He could get a girl to handle his cock with just a simple nothing into their ear. Sometimes, I wish I had his ability of getting into pretty girl's panties just like that. Though, I didn't have his looks. High cheekbones, thick, black hair that he brushed into a look he called "emo", and dark brown eyes. I don't know why, but some girls go crazy for brown eyes. I had always liked Jacie's golden eyes, but she wasn't particularly interested in my simple, yet obvious, flirting. Even I found it to be a bit stupid when I did it. Somehow though, with Isiah and Jacie, everyone wanted them. The girls wanted to be like Jacie, while they wanted to ride Isiah for the night. Though, with me, most girls just seemed to gloss over me and go to the next pretty face with a skimpy tank top and short-shorts to ask for carpet samples.
A sigh came from my mouth as I picked up the cocktail glass and took a drink, feeling my dry, tight throat open and moisturize from the liquid. I smiled, and turned to look at the other end of the bar. Two seats away was a girl, sitting with fine posture and legs tucked underneath her plastic chair that looked to be neon blue. She had a mane of brown hair that seemed blonde at the roots, and brown at the tips, which was combed to the right side of her head. Her neck and the left side of her face was visible. She had glitter almost painted onto her perfectly tanned complexion, and a smirk on her face as she ordered a shot from the bartender. How one could seemingly have perfect skin and drink shots as well, I'd never know, but this girl already had me intently staring. She was wearing what looked to be a white cami top with splashes of rainbow paint on it, and black tights that donned many silver sequins.
Her makeup was just as interesting. She had lavender eyeshadow that was painted over with a heavy amount of flecky glitter, and hot pink lipstick that matched the lights that almost drunkenly swayed past her. With the rainbow lights that flashed past her, they all seemed to heighten her appearance.
To me, she was downright sexy.
I scooted over to the next seat and turned to look at her. Her gaze was on the shot as she picked it up. She looked at the liquid inside, then downed it in one swift gulp. I watched as she set it back down on the counter and made a purring noise with her tongue.
"Bartender, I'm gonna have another. And give her one, too. She looks like she needs some excitement." The girl said in a feathery voice that sent my heart aflutter. Just then, I realized what she had said. I turned to look at her again, and she was grinning, her eyes meeting mine.
Was . . . was she referring to me? I pointed at myself, and she gave a definite nod. I could feel a pink blush spread across my pale face, and I smiled slightly at her. She was giggling, and looked over at the dance floor.
"Well, what is your name, deary?" She asked me, resting her chin on her hands that were resting on the bar. Her green eyes looked beautiful, slit like a cat's, with golden tones hidden behind the enchanting lime green.
I rested one arm on the bar, then turned to answer her. "My name is Alexandria. Alexandria Lightwood," I began, feeling a sensation of heat travel through my body down to my feet, and back up to my face. "What might yours be?"
"Well, it may be Maggie, but some call me Mag, and others call me Bane." She chuckled, dropping me a glittery wink that sent that sensation through me again. The alcohol had to be getting to me, since I was now inspecting her flat stomach, noticing the lack of a bellybutton.
She knew I was staring, and scooted to the edge of her seat. Maggie straightened up, her belly now fully visible to me. I smiled, and looked back up at her face. She was looking me up and down.
All I was wearing was a blue sweater that hugged my hips and breasts, tight black jeans, and boots that reached the lowest point of my calve, nothing too out of the ordinary for me. Though, Maggie seemed to like it. She reached over to me and caressed the hem of my right sleeve, noticing the thin fabric.
"Good thing you're not dancing, or else guys would be lining up to watch you." She chuckled as she handed me the other shot glass the bartender had given her. She clanked our glasses together, then downed the drink like a child being forced to take cough syrup. Only, she was enjoying it more. Maggie stared at me as I looked at the glass. Inside was a coppery colored drink. I didn't know what to think, so I sniffed it. The pungent odor of whiskey graced my nostrils, and I set it down.
"I don't like whiskey." I muttered, as she scooted to the seat next to mine. She looked slightly disappointed.
"Really? Shame, I got that just for you." She said, twisting one lock of her brown hair around her finger.
My heart palpitated in my chest as I felt my hand grip the glass and swallow it quickly. Maggie's slanted eyes were wide, and she set one hand on the bar and laughed. "Was that your first shot, darling?"
I nodded, turning to her and giving a smile. She smiled, and motioned to the dance floor with her head. But, just then, the song changed. I knew it had to have changed about three times before I noticed it, but now, the DJ looked out at the crowd.
"Guys, time for some eighties jams. Anyone who is wearing glitter and neon, come down to dance!" He yelled into the microphone, rattling the dilapidating ceiling, sending a few flecks of hot pink paint down onto the dancers below.
Maggie looked puzzled. "This is a dance club for, like, ravers. I didn't think I was back at prom."
I turned to see most of the dancers leaving, but some staying. Isiah was still there, two girls cheering as he brought them to the middle of the dance floor. The song began, and I recognized it in an instant.
"I Need a Hero by Bonnie Tyler. I love this song!" I said to Maggie, as she gave a smirk and extended her hand. Her gesture spoke Care to dance, but her eyes said Care to have sex in the bathrooms.
My heart fluttered, and I slightly took Maggie's hand. This was all happening so fast. First, I was looking at this girl, next she bought me a drink, now she was asking me to dance. Isiah had told me before we left that I had a 90 percent chance of scoring. And, I guess that was true.
Suddenly, I was near the edge of the dance floor, Maggie standing in front of me, gripping my hips with her ring laden hands and swaying me side to side with her. She removed one hand from my hip and moved one of my limp hands to her waist. I did the same with my other hand as she rested her other hand back on my hip. She smiled as she spun me around to the remaining seconds of the opening instrumental of the song. Now that I looked at her more, Maggie did look as if she belonged in the eighties.
Maggie pulled me close to her, and pushed me outward in her little dance, spinning me around and then, circling around me during the chorus. She traced the lines of my ribs, my bellybutton, and my collar bone through my sweater, then pulled me in close, wrapping one leg around mine and dipped herself. Once she came back up, she leaned me back, dipping me, apparently. I blushed, feeling my heart pound against my chest hard. I was already sweating, and it was showing through my sweater. I had a tank top underneath, but I didn't want to strip down to it, not right in front of Maggie.
"Alexandria, I'll hide you in the crowd. You can take off your sweater there." She whispered in my ear, then giving it a slight nip.
I jumped back slightly, then noticed her expression. She looked to be getting horny, and I knew it. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I followed through with it, even if I had no idea she knew what I was thinking. I must have thought out loud again. She spun us over into a tight crowd of people, and covered me with her curvy body. As I removed my sweater, I heard a slurred voice being directed at Maggie.
"Hey, hottie in the glitter, wanna fuck?" Asked a drunk man who only looked to be twenty, as he looked past me and to the half naked girl who was now glaring.
"I have someone to take home already. Right, Alexandria, darling?" She wrapped one arm around me, rubbing my hip gently. I blushed wildly, and she seemed to be enjoying it throughly.
"Pfft, I bet you're lying. If you really are taking her home, prove it!" He walked over so that we were only inches away from him. I looked to the girl I was being petted by, and she was already sneering at him.
"Yeah, do it!" Another man in the crowd cheered.
"Guys, there's two dykes over here! They're gonna fuck!"
The terminology the last man used angered me slightly, but I was already being pulled close to Maggie, who looked a bit uncomfortable. "Can I kiss you?" She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed in slight worry.
I gave her a nod, and she then pressed her abdomen to mine. We stared into each other's eyes as she then wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. From just a few feet away, I could hear Isiah cheering. "Go Alex! Score!"
I giggled in my mind, as I cupped Maggie's cheeks and held the kiss for a few more seconds. An electric sensation stung through my lips, but I didn't mind. Her lips were soft, and her kiss left my knees wobbling. I barely even had caught any breath after she broke the kiss before she gave me another, longer and harder.
"Time for some more electronic tunes!" The DJ said, but we both ignored them. The dancers ran back to the dance floor and lashed around to the blaring music. Maggie pulled away, breaking our little series of short kisses. She pulled me towards a door with a painting of a scantily clad woman that read "Babes".
I was pulled in by the woman, and she was already pulling me into one of the stalls and closing the cold, electric green door closed and pulling me into another series of now harder kisses. My heart was racing, and I could feel hers beating against mine. She gripped onto my sides, particularly the space just below my breasts, and kissed me hard and passionately. I could feel her transferring her heat into me as she then licked my lips with her begging tongue. I opened my mouth and let her tongue in, as we then began to make out, her hands touching me all over. My hips, my neck, my boobs, and then to my waistline. She trailed one hand lower and reached my vagina, which she began stroking though my jeans. My moans filled the bathroom as we heard two girls who had entered the bathroom start questioning us.
"Hey, girl, is he big?" One obviously drunk girl asked, knocking on the door. Her friend laughed, and they both started knocking on the door.
Maggie glared, then gave me a quick kiss before she unlocked the door and let us both see the girls. They had boobs too big for their slender bodies, and dresses that showed their thongs beneath. Their makeup was smeared, and Maggie shook her head.
"Well, her breasts are great, but I'm not that big, only a B cup." She shrugged. The girls scoffed.
"Girls making out is totally gross." One of the girls with brunette hair added. The blonde simply nodded, and they strutted out to their best ability.
"Now, where were we?" Maggie asked, cupping one of my breasts in her hand. I moaned again, as she inspected my breasts. "Hmm, you're a C cup, right?"
I nodded, pulling the door shut again and locking it. Maggie smiled, then pulled down the top of my tank top, revealing my breasts that hid in my black, lacy bra. She took it upon herself to unlatch it and pull it off, dropping it to the black tile ground and staring at them. She smirked, and leaned in close to suck on one of my nipples. I felt a tingling sensation in my breast, and I moaned happily, resting my hands on her stomach, sneaking my hands under the cami top she was wearing and touched both of her tits. I felt her bite my nipple gently as my legs quivered under my now heavy weight. I leaned my head back, and she teased at my tender breast while kissing and licking it.
Within minutes, I was stripped down to just my lace panties. They were black, to match my bra, and very thin. I knew she could see me through it, and Maggie was ultimately very pleased. She had groped, licked, bitten, and kissed my breasts, as well as lick every corner of my mouth.
Once I felt her hand reach into my panties, I was breathless. I felt like I was soaring, and she was there with me, smiling that beautiful smile that she had given me before. I barely knew her, but I was trusting her with my virginal body. She was being quite gentle, and I loved it. Maggie removed her hand from my vagina, clear liquid drizzling down her long, tan fingers. A blush blazed on my cheeks as I watched her pull down my black panties and stare at me. Her smile was clear as she quickly licked my vagina. I moaned loudly, pressing my pale arms against the blue door of the stall.
"Alexandria, ready to cum?" She asked in a desirable tone. I nodded quickly as Maggie extended her tongue and pushed it into my vagina.
My moans grew so loud that the woman entering the bathroom wondered where it was coming from aloud. We didn't care. We just continued having sex. I gave my high pitched moans of pleasure while Maggie giggled and looked up at me while she fucked me with her pale pink tongue.
"Maggie, by the Angel, harder!" I moaned, gripping onto her arm which was rested on my thigh.
Her tongue penetrated me hard, and almost fell onto the ground. A loud, high moan escaped from my lips as Maggie lapped up the clear liquid that resulted. She smiled at me, giving me a visible grin. From underneath her smoldering lashes, her eyes shone brightly.
"God, Alexandria, you taste great." She said, looking up at me, standing up to reach my level again. Stroking my cheek, she gave me another hard kiss and pulled my pale body close. My heart was starting to slow down, as well as my breathing. I could barely feel my legs as she then helped me put my clothes back on.
"I'll drive you home. Plus, you were great. Just saying." She smiled, pulling us out from the bathroom stall and out of the club, to her car.
Once the ride to my apartment had ended, she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Call me, lovely."
A/N: Well, that was long and interesting, wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed, and leave reviews if I should continue this, because I have great plans for the next few chapters. Farewell, dear readers!