Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl, the plot is of my own imaginings, and any characters that are unfamiliar. (This is set AU of S3 episode 11—Lauren's job was not Fae related, and Bo's father has not yet gotten involved)
11 December, 2013
Bo and Tamsin had simply had enough of Kenzi's indoors party. They had decided it was time to 'slut-up and step-out'. After a quick spiritual cleansing, Kenzi had returned to the Clubhouse with Chinese for dinner and been forced into a chair, Tamsin straddling her to keep her in place.
"Hello," she asked hesitantly, "you want to let me up?" Tamsin smirked, rolling her hips against Kenzi, "Hello lap dance!"
"It's nice to see you too," Tamsin's raspy voice purred.
Bo leaned over Tamsin's shoulders, pressing the blonde down onto Kenzi. "This is like the start to some weird porno."
"Aw," Kenzi smiled, "you think I'm good enough to be in a porno!"
Tamsin leaned forward, "Isn't that weird?"
"With the things I've heard in the last month, no," Kenzi answered dryly. "Now, are you going to start something or are you ready to get off."
"Oh I'm going to get off," Tamsin chuckled, leaning even closer to Kenzi, licking the shell of her ear.
"O-kay," Kenzi pulled back. "As much as I love you, Tam-Tam, and I do, I drive stick."
"Speaking of stick," Bo smirked, not letting up on Tamsin and Kenzi, "was that a wolf I saw skulking about yesterday?"
"No," Kenzi denied. "And if it was, I didn't notice."
Bo walked around the chair, draping her arms around Kenzi, resting her head on Kenzi's shoulder, "I know you guys are friends. And I get that just because I'm not all friendly and happy with him, I can't expect you to stop hanging out with him. So you don't have to hide it. Kay?"
Kenzi released a breath, "Okay. Now can we please stop this Kenzi sandwich before somebody walks in and starts filming?"
Tamsin patted Kenzi's cheek as she spoke, "It would probably be Trick, he always seemed a little freaky to me."
Bo's face crinkled in disgust, "That's my grandfather!"
"Freaky," Tamsin reiterated.
"I hate to be a record that's skipping," Kenzi interrupted, "But do you two want to let me go?"
"Hm," Tamsin purred, stroking Kenzi's cheek, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nope. I think we're going to keep you just like this."
"And freaky," Kenzi mocked easily.
Bo smiled brightly and squeezed Kenzi's shoulder, "Guess what! We're going out!"
"We're going to slut-up and step-out," Tamsin stated proudly. "First step, slutting you up!"
Kenzi's mouth dropped open, "How about we don't make the fragile human a walking talking sex-doll."
"Let's do," Bo smirked. "Come on, Kenz, it's about time you got some. It has been way too long, and it is girl's night."
Sighing, Kenzi shrugged, "Fine, but all my lady-bits will be covered!"
"In sperm," Tamsin singsonged.
"You have a problem," Kenzi told the blonde.
Tamsin tilted her head to the side, "My only problem, is that you're still in clothes."
Kenzi sighed before jumping as Tamsin's nimble fingers set to work on Kenzi's corset. "You need a hobby," the trapped human glared at Tamsin, shrinking back from the quick fingers.
"I have a hobby," Tamsin told her. "It's getting laid, Bo, go get my black dress!"
"The cut out," Bo asked shortly, watching with a smile as Tamsin loosed the corset and wrestled it out from around Kenzi.
"Do you even have to ask," Tamsin smiled sweetly, tongue flicking out to wet her lips.
The scene that followed was very much the teenage boy's dream of what girls did together. Kenzi was stripped, tossed into the shower, forced to bathe before being made up to perfection all in the near nude. Some clever bargaining had allowed Kenzi the right to wear panties, albeit they were more see through black lace than anything. The bra was little better, it was a little scrap of lace that barely covered her nip, her precious nips that were certainly not going to do well in the frigid air.
When her make-up was 'perfect' according to Bo, and Kenzi's hair had been slicked back into a sleek ponytail, black hair trailing down her ivory skin, Kenzi was 'helped' into the dress. There had been hands sliding and tucking, Tamsin taking every moment to make Kenzi jump and squirm. The dress itself was as dark as Kenzi's hair. It was sleeveless, though the fabric covered her neck and collarbone. It, however, left an arch of skin that slid into a low sweetheart neckline. The fabric clung to Kenzi's torso, flaring out into a skirt at the smallest part of her waist, the skirt dropping only three inches down her thighs.
Turning slowly to view herself in Bo's full-length mirror, Kenzi had to admit that Bo and Tamsin did good work. If she did say so herself, Kenzi thought she looked downright bangable.
Tamsin's arms twined around her waist, "Not bad, for a human," Tamsin licked her lips.
Kenzi shrugged, "And you're not so bad for an oversexed harpy."
"Valkyrie," Tamsin corrected lightly, "now, fuck me pumps, or fuck me boots?"
"Can't I just wear the first pair I trip on," Kenzi asked weakly. She had put up with this whole thing for a little bit too long, and she was ready to go out, get drunk, and take off her clothes.
Bo, sensing her best friend's rising level of annoyance, handed her a pair of black suede booties with a nice bow on the front. "Put them on and let's go."
If it hadn't been for the pre-gaming Tamsin had forced Kenzi into during their walk to the Dal, Kenzi might have frozen. As it was, Kenzi's whole body was covered in goose bumps, and Tamsin and Bo had both pointed out that her nipples looked perky. As Tamsin and Bo both drank from the same water bottle, Kenzi fell back and whipped her phone out.
S.O.S. I've been held hostage, headed to the Dal, then being dragged out.
She sent the message to Dyson and slipped her phone back into the cleavage of her dress, it was starting to look like it would be a very, very, long night out. Dyson didn't respond to her text, and so she kept following the two vodka-filled Fae. It was actually a little ironic that the Russian who grew up on vodka wasn't the one practically drooling over the stuff.
When Bo finally pushed the door of the Dal open, Kenzi trembled in delight, the warmth and the noise pouring over here in waves. Refraining from pushing past Bo and Tamsin, Kenzi bounced from foot to foot, waiting to be admitted to the building. The Dal was packed. Kenzi had to walk through a veritable herd of fae, all shapes, sizes, scents, and varieties. Tamsin's earlier wandering hands seemed purely innocent in comparison to some of the not-so fleeting touches Kenzi encountered as she slipped through the crowd, headed for the bar.
At last, Kenzi managed to jump up on a free barstool. She leaned forward, smiling at Trick, "Hey Trickster, what's with the jam?"
Trick sighed, reaching for a glass, "Septimontium, used to be a huge festival, now most people just use it as an excuse to party and drink."
Kenzi set her hand on the glass that trick placed before her, the universal signal that she was fine, "Sounds busy."
"Are you okay," Trick asked, face scrunching in confusion.
Kenzi nodded, "Bo-Bo and Tamsin are dragging me out on the town, and I want to be alive tomorrow."
"Ah," Trick nodded sagely, "well I wish you the best."
He wandered down the bar, leaving Kenzi alone in a sea of probable predators. It wasn't surprising that she jumped and squeaked when a hand landed on her shoulder.
"Relax," Dyson's warm voice whispered in her ear. "So, all dolled up and out on the town?"
"By hook or by crook," Kenzi agree, twisting so that her back was against the bar and she was looking up at Dyson.
Dyson gazed down at Kenzi, struggling to keep his eyes on hers. Inevitably his would drift down and be met with a gracious amount of milky white cleavage. "Well at least you look gorgeous."
Kenzi smiled, tipping her head back a little further, "Well I didn't really have a choice."
"Oh."
"I was attacked," Kenzi informed the detective, "Tamsin held me down and stripped me, and then they dressed me like I was doll."
Dyson's eyes widened, "Maybe living with Bo is a dangerous thing to do."
"I'm starting to agree with you," Kenzi sighed.
"Well, you know where I live, and how to get in, so my home is always open to you," Dyson reached around her to grab a beer.
Kenzi smirked cheekily, "Let's be honest, no lock was ever going to stop me from getting to where I want to be."
"I can certainly believe that," Dyson took a sip of his beer. "You always have a way of getting exactly what you want, Kenz."
"It's part of my charm."
"And speaking of your charm," Dyson set down his beer, "I got you a little something."
From his pocket, Dyson brought out a small whistle, Kenzi took it from his fingers, frowning in confusion.
"It's a rape whistle," Dyson told her, "just in case people can't keep their hands off the Kenz."
Kenzi laughed, it was a stupid present, but it was sweet in a way, "the Kenz appreciates it."
Dyson watched her twirl the whistle around her finger. He had been on the way home from work when he got Kenzi's text. He had laughed heartily when he read her plea for help, and then he had stopped and picked up a dog whistle. He wasn't going to tell Kenzi that, she would make some crack or she would tell Hale who would make a few hundred cracks. Most likely themed around the fact that Dyson would 'come when called'. It wasn't really his fault that he had a heightened sense of hearing, or that he worried excessively about Kenzi's health and well-being, and he would probably be following her tonight. He glanced down at her cleavage, make that definitely following her.
"Kenz," Tamsin yelled across the bar from atop a table, "we're out!"
Kenzi hopped off the stool, her body pressing flush against Dyson's, "Gotta jet."
"Kenz," Dyson dragged her into a quick hug, "Be careful, and call me?"
Kenzi nodded, returning the hug, "I will, I might need a rescue."
"I'll come running, siren and all," Dyson called after her as she headed after a literally, table-hopping Tamsin.
Two drinks, two clubs, and two 'dances' later, and Kenzi was doing something she would probably regret in the morning: dancing on top of the bar. Bo and Tamsin were on either side of her, all three of them shaking their asses and shimmying. Tamsin was really throwing herself into it, almost making props out of Kenzi and Bo in an attempt to writhe and earn just one more dollar.
Kenzi's cleavage was in fact, not really cleavage anymore. She, Bo, and Tamsin had started shoving the money they had 'earned' there. Rolling her hips, Kenzi dropped into a squat before doing a sliding roll to a standing position. Halfway up Bo slapped her ass, skirt fluttering up and letting the crowd get a glimpse of her not so present panties.
Kenzi was laughing and smiling, "I love our lives!"
"I love being single," Bo agreed, "It's awesome being free!"
"I'm just glad I don't have to be awake in the morning, jobs suck," Tamsin jumped down from the bar as the song ended, helping Kenzi down after her.
"To not having jobs and being hot single ladies on the prowl," Bo cheered, raising a bottle of tequila she had snatched from the counter.
"Whoo," Tamsin and Kenzi called.
Stumbling into the Dal in the late hours of the night, Kenzi was frozen and hot and funny all over. She was just in the mood to cuddle with someone. Bo and Tamsin had met up with a few honeys, and Kenzi, despite several offers, was done for the night, and didn't particularly want to entertain a drunk guy.
The Dal was almost empty, a few men and women still lingered, but most had gone off to celebrate in a more carnal nature. It was like there was something in the air.
She tripped over her feet once more, her frigid ankles combined with alcohol were not serving her well. An arm caught her, preventing a probable face plant, "You okay?"
"Fine, Dyson," Kenzi leaned against his arm. "Cold."
"Come on," Dyson stroked her hip gently before lifting her into his arms, "time to get you warmed up."
Kenzi smiled as she was tucked into Dyson's chest, "Did you see my money, and they liked my dancing."
Dyson resisted the urge to frown, he had actually lost them after the second bar, but the last time he had seen Kenzi, the top of her dress had been devoid of singles, fives, tens, and twenties. "Did you have fun," Dyson avoided the land mine.
"Yeah," she nodded, letting her body's aches begin to fade as Dyson's heat melted the chill that had set in.
"I have never been able to take anything seriously after eleven o'clock in the morning."
-Noel Coward
A/N: 11/25. Tomorrow's may be delayed a day at worst. It depends on what happens tomorrow during my downtime. But I likely won't be home from work until 9, and then I'll probably be too beat to write. So if you don't have an update tomorrow, there will be two on Friday. Hope you all enjoy my plot bunnies, and thanks for all the lovely reviews.