AN: Caroline and Bonnie are subjected to a peculiar screening process as they attempt to figure out the Mikaelson agenda
"They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions"
-Heathens by twenty-one pilots
Smut warning for a brief moment
As Damon led her past the coat check area, his hand slipped lower, halting on her ass. The moment Damon went and put his claws on her was the moment Bonnie's faith in this exclusive interview endeavor began to drop. Stefan had already tried getting fresh with her before going in on Caroline and Damon initially exuded the outward appearance of sensibility. Now she was beginning to feel played and preyed upon as she entered the compound with Damon's avaricious hand resting on her backside. To find out she had to play the part of his eye candy was a daunting task, but she surmised the exclusive had better be worth it. The journalist in her propelled her forward.
The Mikaelson's were shrouded with enigmatic theories and she was determined to find out what the actuality of their mysterious presence in town was. She was certain they were just eccentric and once she disproved all the superstitions, her father could make an offer on the sizey land they owned. The family might even like the idea of a spooky-themed amusement park.
The raven-haired hunk led her into what looked like a nightclub inside the mansion, complete with two bars on the east and west walls, while the north wall held a live stage with dancers. In the middle was the dancefloor with patrons dancing and cheering for those on stage, and then a seating area where some guests sat at tables.
Damon and Stefan led them to a roped-off area with only one pair of guests seated in the area. There were five tables and Damon took Bonnie to the one at the east end, while Stefan and Caroline took the one next to them.
"This place is amazing," Caroline murmured, looking around. She appeared excited to be here in addition to being just as hot for Stefan as he was for her. And Bonnie. And another blond and blue-eyed woman. And- at this point, Bonnie figured she shouldn't be surprised- a brunette with a slicked-back, pin-straight ponytail flowing down her back, who'd waltzed by carrying a tray of red wine that she'd been passing out to each table of guests. She gave Stefan a seductive look as she held out her tray. Of course he returned the look as he took two drinks and handed one to Caroline. What the hell was this, some orgy party?! Maybe the Mikaelson's were swingers and they hosted all these exclusive orgies and that was why they were so private. It made sense, if people came here to indulge in their forbidden desires, it had to be on the down low.
Caroline didn't seem to notice Stefan's wandering eye, she was too focused on looking around the room, when apparently she caught someone else's attention. The brunette walked over to Damon and Bonnie with her tray and plastered on a coy smile. There was heat between them as well, something that Bonnie didn't miss. It pissed her off because his hand was visibly still on her ass! His free hand plucked a drink from the tray and handed it to Bonnie.
Considering the circumstances and what this place looked like, the only thing Bonnie could be certain of was that the drinks had to be spiked with some sort of inhibition-loosening drug. The opposite of what she signed up for!
"No thanks, I think I've had enough to drink for the night," she shook her head quickly at Damon.
The brunette raised one brow, perplexed and offended by the audacity Bonnie had to refuse her offer.
"I'll get her a drink, Mar. And I'll take this one,"
Her look of confusion faded into a satisfied one. "You know I love it when you take control of the situation, don't you?" She turned to Bonnie. "Promise you won't be disappointed,"
Bonnie couldn't look even more confused if she tried. What she did attempt to do was remove Damon's hand from her person but Mar halted her, leaning closer. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You don't want to appear available, now do you? Not like your friend over there,"
Bonnie turned to glance over her shoulder and witnessed Stefan sitting down at the table, shaking out a handkerchief, while a youthful-looking man snatched the cloth from him and threw it to the floor, before accosting Caroline. He slid into the seat next to the blonde and pressed himself against her, practically nibbling on her ear.
"My, you are a tasty little thing, aren't you?" He had a creepy-sounding British accent, which Bonnie guessed was from being creepy.
Now her blond friend looked uneasy as she leaned away from the man's proximity. "Um, I don't know you,"
He tsked. "Well darling, I'm Kol. And you're Caroline, aren't you? Sweet, Caroline, won't you have a drink with me?"
"I don't know you!" Caroline jumped to her feet with Kol following. He yanked her back down to sit with him again.
The fool didn't seem to understand how to take no for an answer as he extended his long arms to snake around Caroline's waist. That was it for Bonnie, they came here for an exclusive rundown of what happened behind the scenes in the Mikaelson lives, not to be passed around like playthings between all the freaks that visited here.
She glared at Mar and wiggled free of Damon's hold as he and the brunette tsked. Bonnie marched over to where Kol and Caroline sat and loomed over them.
"Excuse me, Kol, is it? She said she doesn't know you. That means you need to back your ass off, pronto,"
Kol peered up at her and smiled an unfriendly smile as his arm blindly released Caroline. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Bonnie Fucking Bennett, and you should know I don't play when it comes to my friends,"
"Bonnie Fucking Bennett," another accent sounded behind her. She whipped around to find Damon had slipped off to the side with Stefan, the brunette had disappeared, and a large number of patrons were exiting the main lounge area for the theater seats surrounding the stage, which now housed five seats. Standing directly behind her was another tall, British man with graciously set blond curls and deep blue eyes. Blond scruff surrounded plump, cherry pouty lips. He had such a grandeur presence, almost too majestic to behold. And his gaze was locked on Bonnie. "Well, you heard the woman, Kol. You best back your ass off,"
Kol only smirked as he stood up, twice as tall as she expected. "Why should I? She's been dying to meet me,"
"We only came here to meet with the Mikaelson's, not to be groped against our will!" Bonnie snapped as she turned back to face him.
"Kol Mikaelson," he said, holding his hand out.
Ohhhhh shiiiiiet! That was him?! Bonnie's face dropped as she held out an apologetic hand toward Kol. He took it and pulled her flush against his body. "It's a pleasure to meet you, darling,"
"I'm sorry. We still don't know you," she murmured, looking up at him. Though she'd deny it to anyone who asked, Kol's captivating stare and his proximity sent moisture to accumulate between her legs.
He cradled her face in his hands, staring at her seriously now. "And what would you like to know? All you need do is ask and I will privy you to anything you'd like to know about me. My origins. My deepest desires and fantasies," he whispered the last part.
The fact that all these men kept instantly switching up who they were hot for was giving Bonnie emotional whiplash. The heat emanating from her core wasn't sure if it wanted Kol, Damon, or the blonde man standing behind her. She gasped and pulled away to discover his smirk was back in place.
"Kol, you'll frighten her away before the evening truly begins," the blond one said.
He spoke no lies, Bonnie was ready to hightail it out of the place and she hadn't even had the full tour! "Caroline," she whimpered.
"Oh, sweet Caroline is quite busy again," Bonnie looked to where the blond one gestured and found her companion sitting at the table with Stefan, engaged in what looked to be a deeply intimate conversation with him.
Bonnie faced Kol. "What's going on? Who are you people?"
"You'll have to participate in the initiation if you wish for an answer to that. Otherwise, you are wasting all of our time. I personally hope that's not the case," he stepped forward and leaned down to her ear. "A woman of your caliber should run with us. We have perks like you can't imagine,"
With that, he stepped past her and went to speak to the brunette. Wait, was that Mar? Her hair was now pinned back with cascading waves instead of the long, pin-straight pony she was rocking minutes prior. What the f-
"You look like you could use a drink," blondie said. He offered an arm to Bonnie, who remembered Damon's warning earlier. Where the hell was Damon, anyway? Not that it mattered, she took his arm and asked the question that had been burning in her mind.
"Are you a Mikaelson, too?"
"Niklaus Mikaelson. You may call me Klaus," he then smiled. "It has definitely been a treat making your acquaintance, Bonnie Fucking Bennett," Bonnie blushed as he led her to one of the wet bars, on either side of the room. "What'll you have darling?"
"Give me something strong,"
Klaus ordered her a bourbon on the rocks and one for himself. "I'm almost positive I can guess the questions going through your mind," he said after watching her toss back half of her drink.
"Just give it to me straight Klaus. Is this place a sex cult ?" She whispered at the tail end of her sentence.
"What makes you think that, love?"
"You mean the fact that this place is brimming with lustful energy? It's practically pulsing through the walls,"
"Far from it," he chuckled. "We think of ourselves as The Directors, we merely guide our guests on the path towards unlocking the doors separating them from their higher selves. The world is changing and as minds are expanded, the old ways threaten to black out up-and-coming sources of enlightenment. You wanted to know why those who come here never leave the same? Once you experience an awakening, it leaves a person changed," he said thoughtfully. "And then they gain access to our exclusive resort. We'll be going public with it when the time is right,"
Bonnie narrowed her eyes.
"You don't believe me?"
She scoffed.
"Alright then, we specialize in holistic medicine and homeopathic remedies, in an effort to try and rid the world of toxic pharmaceuticals," he grinned and took a large sip of his drink, then wrapped her hand in his. "If you like, I can give you an exclusive tour of the grounds,"
"Do you think I'm stupid? Think I was born yesterday?" Bonnie yanked her hand away.
Klaus laughed in response. "Well, you certainly have an inquisitive mind. I don't think you numb in the skull, what I do think is you have hidden desires you have yet to uncover. Everyone who comes here does,"
"So people just come here to get freaky? What, like anyone looking to try some kink?" This was going to make interesting press for sure, Bonnie thought now that he was finally forthcoming.
"This is an exclusive invitation-only, remember? You want to loosen your inhibitions. You wouldn't have been invited if you didn't express a desire for the allure of all things forbidden and taboo. We will screen you thoroughly, break through all the years of suppression and all that you've been deprived of to figure out exactly where you belong,"
"But I wasn't invited, I made Damon bring us,"
A darkness flickered across his eyes. "I'm sure that's what you think. But all you newcomers have a certain smell," a wicked smile spread across his lips. "We can all smell your intentions. That's why you and your friend were chosen. It's no coincidence,"
Klaus spoke with an eerie conviction that spooked Bonnie. "And what if I decide I don't want this?"
"Oh, love," he laughed again. "It's too late to change your mind. Everyone who comes through those doors wants this. They just don't know it yet. The only thing we need to figure out now is whether or not you're worthy. Our screening will determine that,"
Worthy of what? Heeding his thinly veiled threat, Bonnie swallowed her pride. Curiosity compelled her to stay put and not grab Caroline to run like hell.
"A cult, we are not. But an opportunity for power… well as Elijah always says, family is power,"
"Indeed it is, Miss Bennett," the blond woman who eye fucked Stefan earlier walked up to the bar. She could only guess by the accent, the woman was another Mikaelson. "I'm Rebekah. I've heard you put Kol in his place. I just wanted to say well done, sis,"
She smiled and turned on her heel, flipping her hair. Was she flirting with me?!
"Did she just-"
"The time for meet and greet shall come later, darling. I do have some business to attend to, but please allow my prized pupil to escort you for the time being. Ahh, Marcel,"
Another tall, but this time beautifully bronzed man came up to Bonnie. Everyone person she came across was even more gorgeous than the last and they were all brimming with sexual tension. It came from the Salvatore's as well, no wonder Caroline couldn't resist Stefan.
Lust was everywhere. Exuding strongly from Marcel as well.
"Bonnie," he said, extending his hand in what appeared to be a respectful greeting. Except Bonnie wasn't falling for that shit anymore. She took his hand and pulled him to slam against her body, deciding that she should get with this and quit being a prude. This was an opportunity as Klaus said, for her to be unhinged and loosen her inhibitions. She intended to make it past the screening to see this through so she could understand exactly how it'd play out.
"What's on the agenda tonight?" She murmured in his ear before she allowed him to pull back.
He chuckled. "My, what enthusiasm. How about a dance, first?"
He led her to the dance floor as the chords to Soundgasm by Rema began to play. One thing Bonnie noticed was that though the guests on the dancefloor appeared occupied with their dance partners, everyone in their path strategically stepped aside in an automatic motion. Marcel spun her around and then pulled her back up to his chest, letting s seductive sway ripple through them before their hips rolled together in rhythm with the music. Then he turned her around and she pressed against him with a belly roll before she turned around and whipped her hair around, swaying her hips to the beat. He was impressed with the way her body moved, and Bonnie was equally impressed with him. By the end of the song, he was grinding against her behind with his hands locked on her hips.
When the song ended, Bonnie felt naughty with how badly she wanted him, considering she'd showed up with Damon. How the hell was this initiation supposed to work?
Marcel seemed to read her mind. He cradled her face in his hands. "Bonnie, the goal is to relax and enjoy yourself. Don't be nervous,"
"I wouldn't be if I knew what to expect," she looked around for Caroline.
"You can expect to be thoroughly tested," he said seriously, with an intent gaze.
"What does that mean?" She whispered eagerly.
His eyes shifted to behind her before he took a step back.
"I thought the idea was not to frighten the girl before the night could begin?" Kol's irksome voice remarked from behind her. Bonnie rolled her eyes as he slipped his hand in hers. "I'll escort her back to sweet Caroline. You're needed onstage, little worm,"
Without another word, he tugged her from Marcel and guided her to the lobby, with the dancers on the floor moving aside to let them through.
"You can let go of my hand, right fucking now," she hissed through her teeth.
"But it feels so delightful and soft in my hand, darling. I want to hold it all night,"
She gave him a wary side-eye. Kol just grinned at her. "Have you given any thought to joining us?"
"There's no way I'm joining this sex cult. That's obviously what it is,"
"Sex cult? Who told you that? We're business owners, we own clubs, nightclubs, and gentlemen's clubs as well. The spot you were picked up from is our eighteen-and-over nightclub. This one's the exclusive one, where we host our burlesque shows and exotic dancers. You're a journalist, are you not?"
Bonnie frowned. "All this secrecy for a strip club? Why did Klaus come up with a whole cover story?"
"We audition dancers and servers weekly, and as I said, we do have amazing perks. Including access to our exclusive resort, though that requires a thorough screening,"
Alarm pounded in her chest. Klaus had said the same thing earlier, only he admitted it was a kinkster thing.
"Ahh, here's Caroline," he said, presenting her to her friend. "The auditions will begin momentarily, please join the dates that escorted you here and we shall begin,"
Caroline squealed excitedly when Bonnie sat down next to her. "You've got to meet Elijah Mikaelson, he's so dapper, and so damn charming, and I've never been so immediately smitten before tonight. And I got the scoop! So the Mikaelson's are record executives who are looking for the next biggest pop star! I spoke to Elijah and he said whoever gets in gets access to an-"
"Exclusive, resort, right?"
Caroline narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Caroline, there's something not right here. I've heard two different stories from two different Mikaelson's, and now yours is the third,"
"My brothers will always feed reporters the most easily digestible tales to run to the press," Bonnie and Caroline each turned around to face Rebekah, once again. "Don't believe them, they merely wish to entice potential groupies. However, if you're found to be worthy, you can travel the world with us, and join our society. Our family is quite esteemed among the society," a smile teased the corners of her mouth.
Caroline clicked her tongue. "You're aliens aren't you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She stepped forward, invading their personal space. "You dream of a world where women are equal to men, they hold the same amount of power and favor, don't you? Well, look no further, darlings. Just get through initiation and prove your quintessential worth and you shall see. For now, I recommend you two hold hands,"
After taking their seats, Bonnie and Caroline noticed the couple who was seated when they arrive, watching them intently. The girl whispered something to the male she was with before he nodded and they each rose. He escorted her to the table Bonnie sat with Care and kept strolling to go speak to the Salvatore boys. The young woman had long, jet-black S curls, full brows, and dark hazel eyes that beamed at Bonnie as she smiled. "You're here," she said softly and with gratitude. There was a full drink in her hand.
"I'm sorry?" Bonnie asked.
"I mean, you're new, right?" Still holding a smile, the woman slipped a napkin toward Bonnie. "Carefully," she whispered through her teeth.
Inconspicuously taking the napkin, she noticed it had a written question. Has anyone bought you a drink?
"You were at The Avenue earlier, right?"
It dawned on Bonnie that she'd bought her own drink, only Caroline accepted drinks from the Salvatore's at the first club and when they'd first arrived at the Mikaelson mansion. "I'm not much of a drinker, being that I was the designated driver tonight. Caroline here was drinking enough for the both of us, but we're still trying to remain professional,"
The woman made eyes at her and Bonnie got the hint to turn the napkin as subtly as possible. "The drinks here aren't that good anyway,"
Don't drink ANYTHING.
Bonnie froze and exchanged glances with Caroline. Suddenly the woman knocked over her glass, a move that was clearly on purpose spilling on the napkin. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me take that for you. Gosh, I can be so clumsy," She leaned closer and whispered, "No one makes it past the screening anyway. Yet they all leave here different,"
"When she stood up, she smiled again. "Well, I hope I see you on the other side! Enzo, I'm ready,"
As she left, Bonnie seared Caroline with a look.
"Do you know what we got ourselves into?" she whispered.
"All I know is we're gonna blow it up at the office because this is a gold mine!" her friend declared.
"But no one gets past their initiation and we have to do it,"
"A journalist who wants to give the whole story needs to know the whole story. What better way than having this sort of in?"
"Taking advantage of our fucking college years is getting to your head," Bonnie mumbled. "Care, I dunno about-"
"Ladies, it's time," Damon and Stefan each said as they returned. "The stage,"
The Mikaelson's were each seated in the five seats on the stage, illuminated by a spotlight.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's offering," Klaus announced, standing up. "This weekend is a special one of reckoning. It's my hope that we all are able to enjoy ourselves and I hope to see you on the other side," he then took his seat once again.
Collective shouts rang out from the audience. "Take me! Pick me! Let me join you!"
A man Bonnie hadn't previously met sighed. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
"That's Elijah!" Caroline whisper-yelled. "Oh, look at him,"
Rebekah, her brothers, and Marcel all nodded and leaned back in their seats, disappearing into the darkness as the spotlight on them faded and resumed where Bonnie and Caroline stood. They looked around confused, even more so when Damon and Stefan each unbuttoned and then dropped their shirts to the floor.
Bonnie glared daggers at Stefan when he looked her way first. She was whirled around to face Damon, whose porcelain chest was gleaming in the spotlight. He took her chin in his hand. "Don't worry about them," his fingers brushed her hair back tenderly as his gaze appeared to delve deep into her soul, spreading her bare for him to do what he will. "Focus on me. It's just you and me,"
In her mind she wanted to protest, tell him to fuck off, to say no. Something told her she didn't come this far just to turn tail now. Instead, she said yes with a nod of her head and her body as she let him run his hands down her shoulders, then up her sides, inciting a soft moan. A slow smile crept up the corners of his mouth, a silent acknowledgment that he had her exactly where he wanted. He had free reign to do whatever he wanted, because she was at his mercy.
Another moan and Damon gritted his teeth, unable to mask his desire for her. She was drawn into his ocean eyes and then she noticed his lips. Puffy and pouty and she wanted them-no, she needed them- on her mouth. Wasting little time, she leaned in as she pulled his lips closer until they made impact. His lips were soft as pillows and she couldn't get enough of the feel of them.
The luxe pillows seduced her mouth and incited a burning lust in her core. Damon's kiss ignited a fire inside that needed to be put out, or Bonnie surmised she would only know torment from that moment forward.
He dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders and arms. Bonnie willingly helped herself out of her straps and her bra peered at him. Damon dropped to his knees as he slid the dress past her hips and down to her ankles. Looking up, with a silent command to step out of the dress, she complied and then she was standing there in only a black thong. She knew the Mikaelson's were watching, scrutinizing and normally it would have unhinged her, yet the only thing she cared to focus on was Damon before her. The way he dragged his tongue up her thighs as he rose up again made her legs quiver, pebbling her nipples through her undergarment as the muscle swiped past them until finally he'd reached her neck. His large and sturdy hands palmed her voluptuous rear and he hoisted her up to sit on his waist. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles over his back as she pressed forward for another tongue tangle.
"Mmm… ahhh, ohh," the sound of Caroline moaning broke Bonnie from her kiss and she looked over her shoulder to see that three queen-sized beds had been arranged behind her. One for her and Damon, another couple, and one for Stefan and Caroline, who were already making use of theirs. Stefan, bare-assed, was working his glutes, putting gusto in his thrust. Her blond friend's legs were interlocked against his, with her toes stroking his calves. A twinge of jealousy flared within Bonnie, being that Caroline was experienced and therefore could enjoy this endeavor, knowing what she liked.
Before her eyes could comprehend what was happening, Stefan leaned back and flipped Caroline over onto her stomach, and reentered her from behind, all within a split second. Feeling Bonnie's gaze, he turned to smirk at her. Only it wasn't Stefan's face she was seeing, it was a demonic face, straight out of her nightmares. Blood red sclera's with fully dilated black pupils replaced his verdant stare, while dark veins pulsed under his eyes and through his cheeks.
The time to turn tail was upon her! Terrified, along with the fact that the mood was spoiled, she didn't want to look back at Damon, for fear she'd find the same evil mask snarling back at her. "NO!" She whimpered, closing her eyes, jumping down, and pulling away from the blue eyes in front of her, when she felt a sudden whoosh off air. She was yanked forward, further into Damon's hold.
Bonnie heard Kol's voice behind her, hissing in a fury. "I want her!"
"Mine! You should have had the foresight I did when you selected your tasty little thing," Klaus snarled back. "Step down, Kol or suffer my venomous bite!"
Kol backed up slightly, glaring at his brother before he turned to Bonnie again. He retreated and turned to Stefan and Caroline, but not before he gave Bonnie a look that told her she hadn't seen the last of him, and his dealings with her were far from over. It unnerved her, to say the least.
Klaus caught Bonnie's gaze by taking her chin in his hand. "It looks like you're mine tonight, sweetheart. Damon will continue to prepare you in seclusion,"
"I want out of here,"
His blue eyes took on a luminescent amber hue, as well as gave the understanding that she would not be leaving. "Well can't I just go with you?" Bonnie wondered aloud instead.
"Oh, my dear," he chuckled. "It requires strategic preparation to indulge my attentions and you aren't haven't quite yet reached novice level yet,"
"Nik," Rebekah said, near breathless, suddenly at Bonnie's side. "I saw her first before any of you,"
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Rebekah, the hysterics of you and Kol are out of control tonight. Retreat, now,"
He then nodded to Damon. Bonnie then felt a whoosh of air again, and then she was being lowered to a bed in another room.
"Don't worry," Damon said. "I'll be gentle," he grinned hard as he leaned forward to kiss her again.
"No! I'm not doing this! What the hell is this place?!"
He halted mid-lean and peered at her with wild eyes. "You want answers?"
She just glared in return. If that wasn't obvious, she didn't know what was. Damon's expression shifted into a smirk.
"Well, congratulations, Bonnie Fucking Bennett. You've made it past the first screening,"
AN: If this isn't making any sense, it's going to by the end lol I mean to keep y'all guessing until the very end!
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