Lyrics to Jump For My Love by The Pointer Sisters (1984)

Loud, 80s synth music filled the mirror-walled room. A strobe light situated next to the CD player shot flashes of green, yellow, and red across sweaty faces. Lincoln stood at the head of the room, keeping time, a task that Luna had given him at Luan's insistence. Luan just wanted Lincoln to be able to see her seductive moves.

He knew her too well.

Your eyes tell me how you want me

I can feel it in your heart beat

I know you like what you see

Hold me, I'll give all that you need

Lincoln clapped in time. "One, two, three, four, five."

Sam and Luna moved their bodies with the rhythm of the music, hips jerking to one side and breasts jiggling under their leotards. As one, everyone spun around and bent, their asses pinching their leotards. Luan shot a seductive grin over her shoulder and Lincoln made a show of licking his lips.

Jump, jump for my love

Jump, I know my heart can make you happy

Jump in, you know these arms

Can feel you up

Everyone dipped and reached one arm toward the sky. They moved in unison, like a well-oiled machine, and Lincoln couldn't help but marvel at how good they had gotten over the last week. Their talent paled in comparison to their beauty, however. Each one had long, silky legs and tight butts. Maybe he was going insane with this whole incest thing, but he wanted to fuck all of them. Especially Sam. The way her body undulated, and the sinful look in her blue eyes, was starting to make him hard, and he was this close to tackling her and rutting her right there in front of everyone.

When you are next to me, oh I come alive

Your love burns inside

Oh it feels so right

Come to me if you want me tonight

Luan licked her braces, arched her back, and thrust her hands into the air. Sam was behind Luna now, her hands slowly brushing up and down Luna's flanks. They thrusted their hips in tandem and Sam kissed the slope of Luna's neck. Lincoln's dick twitched against his leg and he suddenly felt hot all over.

Fuck, he had to have Sam.

The music ended, and Lincoln cut the sound. Everyone relaxed and gasped for breath. "That was good," Lincoln said. "We're gonna win this thing for sure." he looked at Lucy and tilted his head to one aside. "I'm not really getting a sexual vibe from you. Next time, pretend you're giving Edwin a private dance."

The deep blush that crept into Lucy's cheeks told him that she had fantasized about doing just that.

And it turned her on.

He made a mental note to bring Lucy into the harem. For right now, he was more worried about getting Sam. Everyone went their separate ways after the class; Sam walked toward the women's locker room, and Lincoln stared down the hall after her, dick hard. She looked over her shoulder, flicked her eyes up and down his body, and bit her bottom lip enticingly.

Oh, fuck yes.

He popped an imaginary collar and followed at a strut. Before ducking into the locker room, he looked around to make sure no one was watching. Inside, the air was hor and steamy. He found Sam in the shower, water and soap sluicing down her naked back and ass. She looked at him and smiled.

Lincoln hurriedly slipped out of his leotard and tossed it aside. He went in dick first and put his hands on her hips. She melted back into him and he cupped her breasts, her stiff nipples grazing his palms. She turned her head slightly to the side and he claimed her lips, his tongue flashing into her mouth.

While they kissed, a figure clad in red and black glared at them from the shadows. Seething, Buff held up a resistance band and pulled the two handpieces, stretching the cable tight between them. He walked into the shower and looped it around their throats, pulling their heads together. He yanked back, and their feet left the floor. They both started to fight but he pulled tighter, strangling them both at the same time. His arm muscles strained and his teeth gritted. Muffled sounds of terror and panic rose from their crushed throats and their legs kicked. "Go to sleep," Buff hissed through his teeth. "Go to sleep."

The girl went limp first, and then the boy. When Buff let up, they both crumpled to the floor in a heap of dead flesh. Buff stared down at them, sucking great gulps of air.

He was just getting started.

A half mile long track looped around the basketball court below, its length lined with markers and posters. Luna, Lucy, and Leni walked a few full circuits and talked about the upcoming competition while, down below, Lynn and a bunch of random people she'd met played a game of basketball. Every so often, Luna would stop to watch, and every time, Lynn was either scoring or celebrating like the world's biggest showboat. "I just think you're a little stiff, that's all," Luna said to Lucy. "It's not that you're bad, you just need to loosen up."

"I try," Lucy said. "I don't know what my deal is."

"You're, like, too self-conscious," Leni pointed out. "Which you shouldn't be, you're just as good as anyone else."

Lucy shrugged one shoulder.

Sighing, Luna stopped her and put her hands on the little goth's shoulders. "Really, Luce, you're not bad. You just need to be more comfortable, that's all."

"It's kind of hard," Lucy said shyly, "I'm not an extrovert like you."

Luna smiled. "Don't worry. We'll work on it."

They continued their circuit and eventually came back to where they started. Luna checked her Fitbit and scrunched her lips. So far, she had 55,000 steps since waking up. That was impressive but she was trying to rack up 100k before leaving the Y. "You guys wanna go again?"

"I'm totes pooped," Leni said, "I'm going to go to the pool."

"I'll go again," Lucy volunteered.

"Great," Luna said.

While she and Lucy started on another round of the track, Leni went to the women's locker room and changed into a bikini. The shower was on and steam filled the air. She poked her head in to see who it was, but there was no one there, save for a wet, soggy leotard heaped on the floor. Shrugging, Leni went to the pool. Despite how busy the exercise room was, she had the pool entirely to herself. She dove in and streaked beneath the water like a dolphin, her form perfect and her movements just enough to propel her forward. Leni loved swimming and had spent so much time in the water that she had gotten really good at it. She broke the surface, tossed her wet hair out of her face, and took a deep breath. She laid back and began to backpaddle, her feet kicking. She went in a wide, lazy circle before coming upright again. Off to her left, unseen by her, a fin-like snorkel approached. Below the surface, a dark shape sped toward her like a U-Boat. She was clueless, unaware, enjoying the water, then it happened. A large man in goggles thrust up from the depths Jason Voorhees style. Before Leni could scream, he shoved her head under the water. Panic gripped her chest and she thrashed against his grip.

The man pushed her down farther into the water and Leni's lungs burst for air. She raked her nails along his leg in a desperate attempt to free herself and he responded by kneeing her in the face. Her nose burst like an overripe tomato and blood scented the water. Her chest was burning now, her heart slamming. She couldn't hold her breath much longer. Her face tingled, her vision tinged gray. She tried one last time to wrench away, but the man held fast. Finally, her chest heaved and she sucked water deep into her lungs. Her head pounded and she tried to cough but choked instead.

Darkness stole over her and the life drained from Leni Loud.

When the girl was dead, Buff pushed her away and swam to the pool's edge. Her body floated face down, and standing on the concrete skirting, Buff struck a triumphant pose.

Buff makes Mommy wet.

Buff screamed at the top of his lungs, lowered his head like a battering ram, and ran out of the room.

He'd make them all wet.

Wet with blood.