CLUBLIGHTS
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
The lights blazed behind the brunette, who'd appeared in a short business suit. She stood eyeing the crowd over the rim of her glasses as the music raged behind her. Her legs took one step, then another before finally breaking in a strut towards the stage. The brunette took off her glasses, tossing them to the crowd. People were raging as she spun slowly, undoing the buttons of her jacket.
Jesse and Brennen were pushing through the people on the balcony, trying too reach the over crowded floor. They were short of pummeling people to reach their teammate, but it was pointless. By now, the brunette was down to a skirt and lacy bra, speeding around the pole in shiny stilettos. Brennen turned to the molecular who was trying to keep his eyes off the woman as she spun to the dizzying music and tried raising his voice over the crowd. "Can you phase us through these people?"
The blonde head shook in a regretful no. "It's too many of them."
"Shit!" He turned back to see Lexa now rip off her skirt. This didn't even sit right with him. Shalimar, he'd obviously be upset about. But even though he and the brunette skidded on so many levels, she was still one of them, and he felt a need to look out for her. The place was raging, as she danced, the floor rattled from the vibration of jumping feet. They roared when the lacy garment popped open in the back, revealing her tan flesh. Brennen turned away, frowning at some ass-hole making comments out loud, but Jesse kept looking. She was just pulling the straps down when the place darkened.
This was their chance. The two men raced through the crowd, stepping over anyone in their way. The molecular made it to the edge of the stage, extending a hand for the elemental. There, they dipped between the curtains. Jesse felt incestuous for having looked at Shalimar. But, Lexa, that was much different. Brennen pulled his arm. "The place is too big to split up."
"I know." He replied, catching his breath. "What now?"
"Now we-" His words interrupted by another blast of music. The place roared into darkness, laced with hands clapping to a speeding intro. The men exchanged glances. Jesse's was an 'Oh, No!' while Brennen's was pure 'Oh, hell no.!'
The men adjusted, watching as the stage flashed in lights, raging behind a pair of sensuous legs. They walked slowly, seeming to curve against the pulsating beat. Jesse saw her before the elemental, watching as she turned in a strappy white dress. Her hair hung in sexily curled coils, racing around the amber shoulders. The front rows were pounding the stage for her, lost in it's own greedy lust. The blonde could see the anger pulsating in Brennen, causing the veins to throb along his forehead. Oh God! The he thought. Not Jordan.
She turned from the crowd, pulling up her hair to snake her spine in a sensual motion. The action drew attention to her curling hips, leaving the place roaring. She strutted slowly, holding onto the pole as the place begged for more. Then stopped, extending a long leg from the much too-high slit. Slowly, the string lacing down her cleavage unraveled from its lacings. She let a strap fall from her shoulders, then pulled it back much to the crowds dismay. They pounded the stage again in want. This time she turned, unzipping the silver that once raced up her hip and torso. The action exposed a sliver of her tan side along with the edge of her full breast. The white fabric peeled from her form, showing another skimpy bikini top and the edge of a slim g-string. She turned to the opposite side, repeating the action and if she just turned her head slightly, would have made eye contact with the men. Again a zipper, slid from its holding, exposing the hourglass shape. Jesse turned his head, while Brennen stayed glued. His anger had long been replaced by something else pulsating in his veins. The dark eyes molded to the figure, who then turned sideways to the crowd, bent over and ripped the garment from her body. The place roared at the curvy woman, who moved to swing around the pole.
"Jess," he managed in a broken tone. "Go find Shal and Lexa."
He didn't answer and proceeded to make his way from the edge of the stage. Brennen stood leaning against the wall as she pulled at the strings to her top. It was taking all of him not to walk on the stage and throw her down. Jordan held an arm over her chest, turning to the crowd slowly. Much like his own, the faces were no longer human, just hungry. She went farther than Shalimar and Lexa, pulling at the tie of her g-string slowly. The crowd thundered as the laces pulled apart, unraveling like their fragile sanity. Brennen shifted forward, knowing that this wouldn't be pretty much longer. The bolts charged in his hand, dancing over the curve of his knuckles as she turned to untie the other string, the opposite arm now covering her chest. The garments were hanging on by a whim. He had to act now.
Jordan turned to the crowd, nearly tossing her top, only to pull back when the place went dark. The crowd roared forward, trying to tackle the stage. She moved to run, but was caught by an arm, locking around her waist. The woman kicked at the body till sparks flew a little too closely to them. The man carried her towards what felt like the side of the stage, keeping her in the air as she held his forearm. Before, she thought it was one of the bouncers. Now, the woman knew better. By then, the bouncers were coming to the stage, and the lights were coming back on. She kicked the elemental, and began running towards the back of the stage. Sorry, Sparky.
Brennen cursed as his shin throbbed from the pointed stiletto and made a mental note to kill Jordan later. He moved towards her direction, only to run into Jesse. "I couldn't find them!" He whispered. "What happened?"
"Lights went out. The crowd rushed the stage while Jordan was out there."
"Is she alright?"
"I got her out before they hit. She kicked me and ran."
"What? Why would she do that?"
"To tell Lex and Shal, so they can cover up whatever they don't want us to know! Shit!" He stood watching the large suits pummel some drunks in the front row. "We gotta move, Jess."
"This way!"
The woman pushed through the crowd of half naked dancers, looking for her teammates. Their eyes dropped in astonishment at her naked form.
"I think the idea is to leave the stage with some of your clothes, J."
"Save it!' She replied pulling on a robe. "We got bigger problems."
"What? The boys are out there?" The feral smirked, turning from the mirror.
"Exactly!"
"You're not serious!"
"The crowd-" She adjusted her voice to a lower tone. "The crowd rushed the stage while I was on. Brennen ran from the left and grabbed me!"
"Where is he now?" The feral stood, crossing her arms.
"I don't know. I kicked him so I could get away."
"You did what?"
"It doesn't matter! They must have been here awhile."
"She's right!" Lexa chimed in. "They wouldn't be on stage right then if not seeing one of us first."
"Oh, God!" Shalimar exhaled before dropping back into her seat. " He and Jesse were here tonight? This if freakin' great."
"Calm down," Lexa started.
"I told you this would happen, Lexa. I told you they had to know!"
"I don't think so," Jordan replied as she sat down. "From what I saw, that man was pissed."
"And if he's pissed, then Jesse 2.0 is pissed." The brunette said.
"Okay," Shalimar sat back. "Do we finish this or get out?"
"Well, it depends. We can't get these girls out tonight, there's too much action going on."
"Well, we still need to make sure, they're alright." Jordan replied. "Those two won't leave till they find us."
"Can't you make some calls, Lexa?" The feral reasoned. "Isn't there a backup crew you can bring in to get the girls or something?"
"I don't know. Look, I'll handle Brennen and Jesse. Then I'll make the calls. There's something that has to work."
"I hope so," the feral exhaled, fingering her COMM link. "Otherwise, we are screwed."
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
The lights blazed behind the brunette, who'd appeared in a short business suit. She stood eyeing the crowd over the rim of her glasses as the music raged behind her. Her legs took one step, then another before finally breaking in a strut towards the stage. The brunette took off her glasses, tossing them to the crowd. People were raging as she spun slowly, undoing the buttons of her jacket.
Jesse and Brennen were pushing through the people on the balcony, trying too reach the over crowded floor. They were short of pummeling people to reach their teammate, but it was pointless. By now, the brunette was down to a skirt and lacy bra, speeding around the pole in shiny stilettos. Brennen turned to the molecular who was trying to keep his eyes off the woman as she spun to the dizzying music and tried raising his voice over the crowd. "Can you phase us through these people?"
The blonde head shook in a regretful no. "It's too many of them."
"Shit!" He turned back to see Lexa now rip off her skirt. This didn't even sit right with him. Shalimar, he'd obviously be upset about. But even though he and the brunette skidded on so many levels, she was still one of them, and he felt a need to look out for her. The place was raging, as she danced, the floor rattled from the vibration of jumping feet. They roared when the lacy garment popped open in the back, revealing her tan flesh. Brennen turned away, frowning at some ass-hole making comments out loud, but Jesse kept looking. She was just pulling the straps down when the place darkened.
This was their chance. The two men raced through the crowd, stepping over anyone in their way. The molecular made it to the edge of the stage, extending a hand for the elemental. There, they dipped between the curtains. Jesse felt incestuous for having looked at Shalimar. But, Lexa, that was much different. Brennen pulled his arm. "The place is too big to split up."
"I know." He replied, catching his breath. "What now?"
"Now we-" His words interrupted by another blast of music. The place roared into darkness, laced with hands clapping to a speeding intro. The men exchanged glances. Jesse's was an 'Oh, No!' while Brennen's was pure 'Oh, hell no.!'
The men adjusted, watching as the stage flashed in lights, raging behind a pair of sensuous legs. They walked slowly, seeming to curve against the pulsating beat. Jesse saw her before the elemental, watching as she turned in a strappy white dress. Her hair hung in sexily curled coils, racing around the amber shoulders. The front rows were pounding the stage for her, lost in it's own greedy lust. The blonde could see the anger pulsating in Brennen, causing the veins to throb along his forehead. Oh God! The he thought. Not Jordan.
She turned from the crowd, pulling up her hair to snake her spine in a sensual motion. The action drew attention to her curling hips, leaving the place roaring. She strutted slowly, holding onto the pole as the place begged for more. Then stopped, extending a long leg from the much too-high slit. Slowly, the string lacing down her cleavage unraveled from its lacings. She let a strap fall from her shoulders, then pulled it back much to the crowds dismay. They pounded the stage again in want. This time she turned, unzipping the silver that once raced up her hip and torso. The action exposed a sliver of her tan side along with the edge of her full breast. The white fabric peeled from her form, showing another skimpy bikini top and the edge of a slim g-string. She turned to the opposite side, repeating the action and if she just turned her head slightly, would have made eye contact with the men. Again a zipper, slid from its holding, exposing the hourglass shape. Jesse turned his head, while Brennen stayed glued. His anger had long been replaced by something else pulsating in his veins. The dark eyes molded to the figure, who then turned sideways to the crowd, bent over and ripped the garment from her body. The place roared at the curvy woman, who moved to swing around the pole.
"Jess," he managed in a broken tone. "Go find Shal and Lexa."
He didn't answer and proceeded to make his way from the edge of the stage. Brennen stood leaning against the wall as she pulled at the strings to her top. It was taking all of him not to walk on the stage and throw her down. Jordan held an arm over her chest, turning to the crowd slowly. Much like his own, the faces were no longer human, just hungry. She went farther than Shalimar and Lexa, pulling at the tie of her g-string slowly. The crowd thundered as the laces pulled apart, unraveling like their fragile sanity. Brennen shifted forward, knowing that this wouldn't be pretty much longer. The bolts charged in his hand, dancing over the curve of his knuckles as she turned to untie the other string, the opposite arm now covering her chest. The garments were hanging on by a whim. He had to act now.
Jordan turned to the crowd, nearly tossing her top, only to pull back when the place went dark. The crowd roared forward, trying to tackle the stage. She moved to run, but was caught by an arm, locking around her waist. The woman kicked at the body till sparks flew a little too closely to them. The man carried her towards what felt like the side of the stage, keeping her in the air as she held his forearm. Before, she thought it was one of the bouncers. Now, the woman knew better. By then, the bouncers were coming to the stage, and the lights were coming back on. She kicked the elemental, and began running towards the back of the stage. Sorry, Sparky.
Brennen cursed as his shin throbbed from the pointed stiletto and made a mental note to kill Jordan later. He moved towards her direction, only to run into Jesse. "I couldn't find them!" He whispered. "What happened?"
"Lights went out. The crowd rushed the stage while Jordan was out there."
"Is she alright?"
"I got her out before they hit. She kicked me and ran."
"What? Why would she do that?"
"To tell Lex and Shal, so they can cover up whatever they don't want us to know! Shit!" He stood watching the large suits pummel some drunks in the front row. "We gotta move, Jess."
"This way!"
The woman pushed through the crowd of half naked dancers, looking for her teammates. Their eyes dropped in astonishment at her naked form.
"I think the idea is to leave the stage with some of your clothes, J."
"Save it!' She replied pulling on a robe. "We got bigger problems."
"What? The boys are out there?" The feral smirked, turning from the mirror.
"Exactly!"
"You're not serious!"
"The crowd-" She adjusted her voice to a lower tone. "The crowd rushed the stage while I was on. Brennen ran from the left and grabbed me!"
"Where is he now?" The feral stood, crossing her arms.
"I don't know. I kicked him so I could get away."
"You did what?"
"It doesn't matter! They must have been here awhile."
"She's right!" Lexa chimed in. "They wouldn't be on stage right then if not seeing one of us first."
"Oh, God!" Shalimar exhaled before dropping back into her seat. " He and Jesse were here tonight? This if freakin' great."
"Calm down," Lexa started.
"I told you this would happen, Lexa. I told you they had to know!"
"I don't think so," Jordan replied as she sat down. "From what I saw, that man was pissed."
"And if he's pissed, then Jesse 2.0 is pissed." The brunette said.
"Okay," Shalimar sat back. "Do we finish this or get out?"
"Well, it depends. We can't get these girls out tonight, there's too much action going on."
"Well, we still need to make sure, they're alright." Jordan replied. "Those two won't leave till they find us."
"Can't you make some calls, Lexa?" The feral reasoned. "Isn't there a backup crew you can bring in to get the girls or something?"
"I don't know. Look, I'll handle Brennen and Jesse. Then I'll make the calls. There's something that has to work."
"I hope so," the feral exhaled, fingering her COMM link. "Otherwise, we are screwed."
