Chapter 49: Allana Trump
"Hmmm…. Ooooh…. Ahhhh…."
Allana couldn't believe she was having to do this, her mouth nearly swallowing that of the boy from 4 whole, their tongues trading blows sloppily, as she bounced up and down on his lap. Allana was one of the few girls in District 1 who wasn't completely gaga about sex. At least not enough that she spent her time masturbating with the regularity of someone having to take a shower.
She knew why she had been Reaped. She carried one of the most famous Aryan surnames (one might also call it Kraut) in the whole Luxury District. In One, it elicited deference and the respect that racists and fascist-lovers could only once again pass along to each other in coded looks. But in the Capitol, her name bred resentment.
Once upon a time, Allana's great-grandfather had been President, of the country that had preceded Panem. Coriolanus saw her Great-Pop Trump all at once as both someone to be grudgingly admired, but also despised. The old coot was jealous, Allana surmised, while she deepened the French kiss with the District 4 boy as they traded spittle. Snow perceived Trump's legacy as a threat to his own, and that therefore, made him a rival. It didn't help that some of her great-grandfather's…. erratic actions in office had set off the nuclear war that led to the Dark Days. For the few district scum who had never allowed themselves to become ignorant of their own history, they were those who cursed her great-pop's name as much as they did the names of Ravinstill and Snow.
They could all go fuck themselves, Allana decided, as, with a moan, she began humping Four's leg like a bitch in heat. He rutted back, jolly as the fourteen-year-old virgin that he was.
On the train ride, her mentor Gemma had told her that she should play the dark and sexy angle; the Capitol audience and half the boy tributes (at least the half who swung her way) would be eating out of her hand. Allana had despised the advice – she thought it under-handed and beneath her – but felt she had little choice but to go along with it. If it would help her win…
Four's hand had now inched under the elastic of her tribute uniform, and Allana shuddered when she felt his fingers brush her slit.
OK, that was enough of that. And thrusting upwards the blade tiny enough for her to hide in the palm of her hand, she drew a blood red smile across the back of his throat.
She had been hoping to do it quietly, but the Four boy had to go and let out a death gargle loud enough to wake their other Career allies from where they had all been sleeping around the campfire. The Two's and her brief fling's district partner wasted no time in rushing her to avenge the poor, little baby.
Allana just sighed and leaped out of where she'd been straddling her sex toy's lap. Guess they were going into melee now…..
She blocked an overhead strike, and the battle began.