(Sara)
Sara was settled in and about as comfortable as one could be in a strange room with a new Goth roommate who seemed absolutely thrilled by her presence.
She sighed and grabbed her books, her intention to head out to the library to try to get her head around a paper that was due.
Her cell phone rang so she juggled her books onto her hip and dug it out of her pocket. 'Heather' was lit up in bright green. Sara flipped it open and brought it up to her ear.
"Hey, Heather, what's up?" She said trying for cheerful, but failing miserably.
"Hey, how's the new place?"
Sara sighed and looked over at her new 'roomie' Penelope. Her head phones were blaring so loudly Sara could almost make out the doom filled lyrics of the Goth music from across the room.
"It's a dorm room, Heather, not the Ritz."
"New roommate sucks, huh? Well you can always just come home, you know?"
Sara closed her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "No, Heather I can't just come home." She was trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but she was tired and it had been a long day.
"Jeez, you don't have to be so snappy. And you could come home. You could come home and talk to my brother instead of running away from him." Heather said angrily. "What are you going to do, let him leave with things like this between you?"
Sara let out her breath and blinked back her tears. "I don't want to talk about this right now Heather."
Silenced flowed unbroken through the line and then, "Well if you decide you want to talk to him, there's a celebration for him tonight at Club Kid."
Sara was shaking her head. "I can't, Heather…"
She heard her friend sigh. "K, then, guess I'll see you tomorrow."
And then the phone went dead in her ear.
(Later)
(Michael)
Michael tipped back the shot and let the warmth flow through his body, each ounce of the fiery liquid making him care less and less about anything except the next numbing drop.
He set the glass down and took up another. They seemed to magically appear out of nowhere. He swallowed down another shot and let his eyes move to the two girls at a table nearby. They had been eying him all night.
He raised his glass to them and tipped it back. How many shots did that make? Ah, who was counting? All that mattered was he was having a good time. So far he was, and by the looks of things it could only get better.
He pushed away from the table leaving the conversation he hadn't really been participating in anyways and walked to the table with the two blonds.
They blatantly sized him up and then without a word pulled out a chair for him.
"Promise not to take advantage of me?" He teased with a slow smile and then dropped into the seat.
"The two looked at each other and then back at him.
"We promise to do whatever you want, Michael." The one on his left said, as her hand landed on his thigh.
"So you know my name, huh?" He wasn't shocked by this in the least.
She nodded. "Of course we know who you are, we love Fluid Pain. I'm Jeanine, and this is Kirsty." She said smiling towards her friend.
"Hey, Mike," Kirsty said, and leaned in closer giving him a look that said it all.
These two were good to go and all he had to do was say when and where.
He picked up Kirsty's drink and downed half of it. And then with a little difficulty he moved to stand.
"Let's go, girls."
He walked passed Heather and Linc's table, not noticing the dirty looks Heather was shooting him. He had an arm around each girl as they headed for the back room, their arms around his waist anchoring him.
Once backstage, he shut the door and led them to the large sofa. He plopped down and looked up at them through heavy lidded eyes. They were staring at him like they wanted to eat him, and he was definitely in the mood to be eaten.
He smiled sexily holding out a hand to each of them, which they eagerly took, and then he was pulling them down beside him. He let his eyes move over first one then the other taking in their sexy attire.
The silence in the room was tinged with a sexual energy that couldn't be denied, as Jeanine, or at least he thought it was Jeanine, leaned over him to get to Kirsty.
He watched as the two's lips met in a sensual kiss, and their fingers sought each other out.
Not wanting to leave him out of the mix, Kirsty's hand moved along his thigh to stroke the hard length of him. And then they were both leaning over him their tongues dancing.
Damn...
He reached and let his fingers run along the tight shirts in front of him stroking the hard buds beneath making backs arch against his efforts, breaking their kiss.
They looked at him and then he reached for Kirsty, his fingers in her hair as he brought her mouth to his. As she delved her tongue into him he felt Jeanine's finger's moving along his chest up under his shirt. And then he pulled away from Kirsty to taste Jeanine.
Her mouth was hot on his as Kirsty began unbuttoning his shirt tag team style. These two had definitely been there and done that many times over.
He felt the cool air hit his chest and then Kirsty's warm lips as she started at his collar bone and moved down tasting him inch by inch.
He leaned back and closed his eyes as their hands moved over him, each stroke making him forget everything but the moment. And he so wanted to forget.
He reached to touch them his hands moving over warm flesh, firm breasts. When had their clothes come off?
Kirsty moved over him to Jeanine and he watched as the two delighted in each other, each stroke; each kiss on tanned skin a vision leaving him wanting.
He watched for a while his eyes darkening with each passing beat.
And then he reached for them. Without protest they were back at him, and Kirsty's mouth was his again for the taking.
He delved into her, their tongues hot against each other, as he reached blindly for Jeanine and pushed her head down.
He heard the sound of his zipper join fast breath and then the door to the back room came open.
"Michael, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
