Warning: Already in the first chapter alone there is mention of prostitution and someone having acid thrown on their face. Later on in the story there will be extreme cases of self-harm, self-deprication, depression, murder (duh), explicit descriptions of violent sex acts, rape and a suicide attempt. Please, if you find these subjects (and others that may occur) to be too heavy or pressing, click out of this story. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins' characters belong to her, as does most of the verse. I simply play with them for not only my entertainment but the readers. The only thing I own are the original characters that I create for this story.
AN: I know you guys are getting impatient - you're waiting on the appointment scenes and maybe a little friskiness between Kat and Mitch. And, I promise you, it's coming. You have to be patient with me - I'm waiting for the right moment. To quell your thirsts though, here's a little teaser. This isn't my best work, but it's something to get your gears turning, no?
Omnishambles, chapter IX
Haymitch runs his hands through his hand messily as he stares at the words on the little grey envelope, the perfect scrawl blurring in his vision. He doesn't know why it still gets to him - receiving these little envelopes. Doesn't know why he still panics when he gets one, like he's sixteen-years-old again and it's his first time. But a part of him still freezes up - his hands become clammy, his vision blurry, his breathing stalls, and a deep knot of anticipation ties itself in his stomach.
He likes to tell himself that it's his conscience clinging to what's left of the humanity inside of him.
Whatever it is, Katniss shatters it when she wraps her arms around his waist from behind, standing on the tips of her toes to pepper his neck with dainty little kisses. Haymitch relaxes immediately - as always, with her gentle touch - and his breathing goes back to normal. The effect that girl always had on him was astronomical - he didn't know how she did it, but he was glad she did.
"You got one too?" she asks, nibbling at his ear. Haymitch nods. "Mmm. I have Alcove Paldrum again. I've never had her before, so I'm thrilled to see what she has in store. Who do you have?"
"Tiberius. I guess he decided to treat himself," Haymitch replies, finally turning her arms. Katniss is considerably shorter than him, so he has to lean down, but he presses his lips against hers before running his hands down her sides. Katniss shudders beneath his touch.
"I've missed you," she mutters, when he pulls away from the kiss.
"I have an hour or two," Haymitch shrugs. His hands travel down to cup her arse, and Katniss slips her own hands through the waistband of his jeans after unzipping him. He shudders when her fingertips graze his member, and pushes her against the wall, slamming his mouth against hers. He's about hitch her dress up around her waist when she pushes him away.
"We can't fuck here," Katniss insists.
"You're not going to get me all hot and leave me horny, sweetheart," he replies with a growl. He hated when she did that to him - got him all riled up just to leave him to get off by himself. Katniss shakes her hand and withdraws her hand, leaving Haymitch pouting and unsatisfied. "Katniss."
"We can't fuck here, Haymitch." She gestures to the sleeping forms of Peeta and Helene. Haymitch had almost forgotten that they're still in the Control Centre - and their fellow mentor and escort are with them. Besides, it's wrong to have sex while Barnum and Priani's faces are on the large screens - Priani fast asleep in a tree and Barnum frying up a squirrel with the District 4 girl. It's immoral.
"Damn all to your conscience, sweetheart," Haymitch grumbles. Katniss laughs girlishly before rolling her eyes.
"We're not allowed to fuck before an appointment anyways," she reminds, crossing her arms. Her breast spill over her arms however and it just makes Haymitch's member twitch. He groans in annoyance.
"Then why'd you lead me on?" he snaps in reply. Katniss laughs again, before supplying him with a teasing little kiss to the cheek. If only she'd give somewhere else a kiss, that'd be fuckin' great.
"Because it's fun to get you all hot and bothered. You're sexy when you beg."
"Fuckin' minx."
That night seems to come too quickly for Katniss, but soon she's sauntering up to lavish mansion of Alcove Paldrum - District Representative of Finances. Apparently, Alcove's the one that decides how much supplies and money goes to each District each month, and when to raise or lower a District's quota. Therefore, in Katniss' eyes, she's the bitch that sends Haymitch's brother down to the mines every day. She's the bitch that killed her father, and Gale, and the nine other good men that were in the most recent mine explosion. She's the bitch that keeps her District in constant poverty, the woman responsible for all those hungry children with the hollow cheeks and the visible bones.
She wants to throttle her when she opens the door, but instead she kisses her. She tastes like death, and Katniss wonders if she'll be able to wipe Gale from her mind as she's fucking her.
Luckily, Alcove wastes no time in getting down to business - she pulls Katniss through the door eagerly and tosses her down on the couch. The woman doesn't even have the decency to get to the bed. Katniss counts her lucky stars that it'll be a quick appointment, and keeps the images of bubble baths, naked mentors, and champagne behind her eyelids. She's a bit surprised however, at how gentle Alcove is with her, peppering kisses from her lips down to her stomach.
"Hello to you to," Katniss faux-giggles. Alcove laughs as well, her blue cotton candy wig swaying with the motion. Katniss can feel her stomach turn. "Not one to waste time, I see."
"No ma'am," the exceptionally older woman agrees. "Do you know how long I've waited for you, Mrs. Everdeen?"
"No, but I want you to tell me," Katniss replies. Alcove peers up at her, her catlike eyes flicking down to Katniss' breasts for a brief moment.
"Ever since you were sixteen. I wish I could've had you then, but you were so expensive. I wanted to be the first one to taste this olive skin, to pop that sweet little cherry of yours," the woman hisses. Katniss fights the urge to roll her eyes - how many times had she heard that one? One too many times - she was honestly getting sick of it.
"So quickly, too," Katniss agrees brainlessly. Oh, how she curses her foul tongue. Alcove stops her kissing and sits back on her heels. She appears to be deep in thought, and Katniss frowns at what that could bring. But the tiger-like woman nods eventually.
"You're right. I should do this… the right way. Go to the bedroom - it's upstairs, the second room on your left - and undress properly. Lie down on the bed, on your back, and I'll join you shortly." Katniss barely refrains from groaning as she drags herself up from the couch. She follows Alcove's directions to get to the bedroom, and closes the door gently behind her as she begins to undress.
The entire bedroom is gold, which makes Katniss cringe for some odd reason. The bed is in the shape of a heart and - like the rest of the room - gold, with shiny gold pillows and a gold bedspread. Katniss' heart drops to the pit of her stomach when she finds that there's a mirror above the bed - now she'll have to watch herself participate in whatever Alcove has planned.
However, the Victor doesn't disobey - she finishes shimmying out of her dress, kicks off her heels, and tosses her undergarments to the floor. She pins up her hair so that it doesn't get tangled before crawling on the bed and laying flat on her back. She feels odd, just staring at her body in the large mirror, but soon Alcove returns and her attention is drawn away from herself.
The woman has returned, revealing stockings, garters, spiky heels attached to thigh shiny leather boots and a tight corset that barely holds her breasts. She's brought along a variety of 'toys', to play with. They're not Katniss' favorite toys, however - none of them are like the ones Haymitch uses on her. From whips to chains, and even handcuffs. It's nothing Katniss hasn't seen a million times before, so she wonders why it elicits such fear in her stomach.
"Wow, you brought a party," Katniss says, not bothering to hide her snark. If she was going to be subjected to this, she wasn't going to hold her tongue.
"Silence, slave!" Alcove demands. Oh. So it's going to be that way, Katniss thinks dryly. I fucking hate when they play rough. "You'll address me as Mistress Alcove. You'll do exactly as I say, and you may get a reward. You've been a naughty, naughty girl."
"Yes Mistress Al," Katniss drones, turning off her 'sultry' voice. When the clients acted like this, they didn't want her to be a sex kitten or a shy new rose or any sort of personality. They wanted a mindless pet to use as they please, and so that was what Katniss was going to give her.
'Mistress Al' crosses over to the bed, dropping her items onto the floor. She takes four pairs of handcuffs and orders Katniss to extend her limbs. The girl does as told, and watches as Alcove handcuffs her arms and legs to the bedposts. The one thing Katniss hated about appointments like these was being tied up - it meant no escape, no way for her to get out if needed. She was stuck there, trapped like some animal.
Next comes the blindfold, which leaves Katniss' stomach turning. She hated not being able to see as well, not knowing what came next. It seems as if her client is dead set on making this appointment as uncomfortable as possible for her.
Next comes the nipple clamps - a surprise, but not a welcome one. Katniss howls in pain as Alcove sets the clamps on her breasts, and Alcove laughs at the sound. It's nothing Katniss can't handle of course - she's been through this before. Doesn't mean it hurts any less or she likes it anymore.
"Naughty, naughty girl," Alcove repeats, clucking her tongue. Katniss is actually grateful for the blindfold - it allows her to roll her eyes freely. She'd done nothing to be a 'naughty girl', but one of the main rules of the circuit was to never argue with a client. Especially clients like these. Alcove straddles Katniss' face, and Katniss groans in annoyance - she desperately hopes it sounds like pleasure.
She really wasn't about to eat this old bag out, was she?
Of course she is. Alcove grinds her heat against Katniss mouth, leaving the Victor with no other choice than to flick her tongue out and taste. She pretends it's Johanna riding her face - the District Seven Victor was just as demanding, if not more so, when it came to getting her pleasure. Alcove smells disgusting however - like week old fish - unlike Johanna who at least has the courtesy to shower, so the illusion is quickly shattered. She continues to lick and suckle on the woman until her juices run down her chin, and it feels like torture. She won't be able to eat salmon for months. Still, Katniss gives her as much perfection as he can - the faster she gets this woman off, the faster she can go back to the Centre. Back to Haymitch.
"That's good, little slave," Alcove pants, grinding hard against Katniss' mouth. "Oh, yes, little slave."
The older woman gives a loud moan and explodes in Katniss' mouth, much to the younger girl's horror. Katniss coughs and sputters, but soon Alcove has removed herself and is kissing her little 'pet' instead. Their tongues battle for dominance until Katniss decides to submit, and Alcove is more than happy to remain in control.
Suddenly Alcove's weight is gone, and Katniss is left to wonder what's next. She quickly finds out that it's food.
The cooling sensation of whipped cream on her downtown flush forces Katniss' back to arch. She'd only ever done food play once before - but that was with Haymitch. And he had made it enjoyable - she'd orgasmed more than three times that night, and her spine still shudders to think of it. She desperately doesn't want Alcove to ruin that for her. She'll spoil the memory of her and her lover, and nothing but sweet, uncontrollable bliss. Katniss didn't have many memories like that - especially from Haymitch.
"Please Mistress," Katniss pleads. "Please Mistress, no food. Please."
"Silence, I said!" Alcove snaps back. "I'll do as I please!"
"And you may, Mistress, you may. But please. No food."
"I'll do, as I please," Alcove growls, before adding more whipped cream. There are more foods, Katniss can sense. What feels like a cherry, and the cool sticky of chocolate drizzle. She wishes she could see, so that she could know, but a part of her is glad that she can't see. If she could see, it might truly tarnish the memory she had with Haymitch.
So she tries to salvage it. She closes her eyes and pictures the scratch of stubble on her thigh, not the smooth delicate skin of Alcove. She pictures strong hands with calluses come up to grip her hips, not the small dainty ones. And when Alcove's tongue dips between her folds, she bites her lip in effort not to call out Haymitch's name.
Katniss orgasm comes quicker than expected. It gives Alcove a cocky afterglow, so Katniss lets her think that she caused.
Afterwards, when Alcove is too drowsy to take out the other toys, muttering something about how good sex always puts her to sleep. She unlocks Katniss bindings and allows the girl to see herself out before crawling under her covers. Katniss redresses quickly and slips out of the house quietly. She knows that despite her efforts, she won't be able to enjoy oral or food play for a very, very long while.
The Capitol had a habit of ruining everything.