Chapter 3: Fangtasia
About three hours had passed and Janet and Susan weren't prone to hiding their exhaustion as Trina dragged them back into the limousine after a long, energy filled night. "Okay, Trin...I think it's time we go back to the hotel and call it a night." Janet said, slouching in the back of the limo, almost laying her head on Susan's shoulder.
"I agree." The redhead put laid her head back on the wall of the vehicle behind her, closing her eyes.
"Oh, come on. It's only 9:30."
"Yes, but now would be the time we'd be making sure our children's homework is done and ready to sleep." Susan picked her head back up and tilted it to the side. leaning on Janet's.
"Come on. Just one more stop. Please?" Trina practically begged.
"Depends on where we're going." Janet admitted, feeling awake enough for maybe one more stop.
"I wanna stop at a club." Trina pretty much bounced in her seat.
"A club?" Janet repeated as Susan lifted her head off of her best friend's and the brunette lifted her own head off of Susan's shoulder.
"I don't know." Susan said. "We're not in our twenties anymore-"
"I know, I know. It's just-I haven't had much fun since I got pregnant...and I just want to stop at one. Just to get back to my world." She looked down sadly, as if trying to give them the guilt trip. Just the look on her face would've been good enough, but she decided to add to that. "My life hasn't been the same since the divorce."
Janet and Susan glared at each other, realizing what the little minx was doing and they couldn't fight back their smirks as she looked up at them, smiling herself. "Fine. But if things get too crazy, then we're leaving." Susan answered for the both of them and Trina was back to being as chipper and excited as usual.
They drove around for a while, looking for clubs or bars and they found nothing. Well, nothing that didn't seem to have gang member looking people standing outside or real hard stoners, which even Trina didn't seem too aroused by.
"Driver?" Trina eventually yelled up to the man in the driver's seat. "...Do you know of any good clubs around here? Or anywhere?" She raised her eyebrows, looking out the window.
"I'm not sure. I've overheard a few people talk about a place called, uh...Fangtasia? Or something like that South of here, but it-"
"Great. Take us there." Trina interrupted.
"But, ma'am...you should know that-"
"Please just take us there...We'll decide if we wanna go in or not when we check it out." She was actually growing a bit tired herself...being the youngest of the three, Trina didn't want to admit that she was getting older, but her body knew it. Especially after having her daughter just a couple months ago, her hormones had still not gone back to normal.
"Of course, ma'am." The driver cleared his throat, biting his tongue of what he thought was relevant to say.
"Oh, and...don't call me 'ma'am.'"
"You got it." He said, trying his hardest not to smile as he looked at the three women in his rear view mirror. He found the best place to make a u-turn and headed for Fangtasia.
Once they arrived about twenty minutes later, the driver hesitated to get out and open the door for the ladies. He sat in the front seat with his hand on the door handle. "You sure about this? This doesn't really seem like your scene." He didn't mean to judge Janet and Susan on their very housewife-looking gowns, but he was just trying to save them...sort of.
"Oh, yeah." Trina smiled out the window, looking at the red velvet rope under the blood red awning that led to the entrance of the club. She saw all the people outside and bit one of her fingernails, something she did when she felt excited or ready to experience something new. "I definitely need to check this place out." She said quietly, almost more to herself than to the others.
"Alright, but I'm telling you...good luck getting in." The driver felt he needed to add. "Actually...good luck getting out." He finally opened the driver side door and stepped out of his limo, walking around to the other side to hold the door open for his passengers.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The very nervous and prudent Janet began to internally panic as he got out. "What did he mean by that?" She asked again, this time faster.
"I'm sure he meant nothing by it. We'll be fine." Trina waved her hand and Susan gulped. Her silence, a clear sign of how frightened she was as well. "Don't worry. How bad can a small place like this be? It actually seems so cute. I mean look at the little rope outside and hey, they even have their own red carpet like in Hollywood." She teased.
"This isn't Hollywood, Trina. And what kind of name is 'Fangtasia' anyway?" Janet, clearly still panicking.
"Come on...let's at least take a peek. And I promise if things are too…." she couldn't find the right word. "...too much, then we'll leave. Alright? Don't worry." She whispered the last part as the tall man finally opened the door for them and she was the first to step out, clutching her purse under her arm as she did so.
Next Susan climbed out and Janet almost didn't get out until Trina reached for her hand and pulled her out. "Whatever you do...don't act scared." The driver said to the three of them.
"Oh, please. I'm not even a little bit nervous." Trina chuckled.
"They can smell fear. And some of them can read minds." He said, a little too literally for Janet's taste and her eyes widened as she turned her attention back to the swarm of people standing by the entrance.
"Ha!" Trina laughed. "That's a little over dramatic, don't you think?" She said to him. He didn't smile at all and she rolled her eyes looking to the other two women. She sighed. "Here." She opened her purse, pulling out three pills. "This will relax you." She handed one to each of them and they didn't even hesitate to pop them in their mouths and swallow them.
"I thought you said you weren't scared." Susan finally spoke after seeing Trina take one as well.
"I'm not, but I do want to have a good time." She shimmied her shoulders turning away from them and beginning to walk towards the building.
"You know, you can have fun with no drugs involved." Janet called out to her before she and Susan followed her over to the entrance.
"Now, remember ladies." The dark haired woman whispered when she felt the two close behind her. "Whatever you do...don't act scared."
They finally reached the entrance, approaching a tall five foot nine, blonde standing just outside the entrance. Susan and Janet finally began to feel a bit of the buzz from the pills and their eyes glazed over for a second, causing the woman outside the club to squint her eyes at the three of them. "Can I help you?" She stared at them, waiting for one to answer.
She observed them, one by one. The tallest, about an inch shorter than herself with brown wavy hair. She could sense a sort of caution in this stranger's being and she turned her focus to woman standing in the middle, one step ahead the other two. Her dress was not as homey compared to that of the other two womens', but she could tell that she was not a fangbanger by the pride in the dark haired woman's stance. She stood as if she were the leader in this threesome, but she herself clearly had no clue what she was about to get herself into. The third, red hair with a tint of brown in it...as tall as the one with pitchblack hair and as nervous as the brunette. But...she had something the co-owner of the club liked...she saw the curiosity in her eyes and the willingness to try new things in her being.
"You three must be lost." The tall blonde, even taller in stiletto heels, said after the long pause during her observations of the three.
"No. We're just out looking for a good time." Trina replied. "We know we're new...but if you could just let us in this one time, we'd really appreciate it." She added.
"Or, if you decided not to let us in, that'd be okay too. We don't wanna force you to do anything you don't wanna-" Janet spoke fast, but didn't finish her sentence as the blonde moved in closer to her.
"You're looking for a good time, you say?" She looked Janet right in the eyes before sliding to her right a bit, looking into Trina's, sliding some more to look into Susan's. "What makes three ladies like yourselves think that Fangtasia is the place for you to come to have a good time?" None of them answered and she chuckled, rolling her eyes a bit. "Let me guess...three housewives who decided, 'Oh, let's go out and do something we've never done before...like go to a nightclub nearby and find out what all the hype is with the unmarried folk.'"
"Not exactly." Trina glared at her.
"But close." Susan nervously giggled and the woman in black, tight leather pants and a red and purple corset shot her eyes over to her.
Pamela Swynford De Beaufort sighed, reobserving the three ladies, trying to figure out their story and it was now that she realized...they didn't even know this was a place run by vampires. She had a feeling that they were the type of people who didn't even believe that her kind even actually existed and she rolled her eyes. "You must be from out of town." She assumed.
"Out of state, actually." Susan answered.
"Out of state?" Pam sent a fake smile at her and when the redhead lightly nodded, the blonde's smile vanished. "Well, go back home. You're not getting into my club." She pivoted in her heels and headed back to the door to go inside, seeing as these three were the last people to arrive at the club anyway.
"Wait!" Trina called out.
"I've got no time for waiting." The impatient vampire said, still walking away from them.
"Why won't you let us in? Is it because we're not good enough for your shitty bar filled with a number of people who have a lack of hygiene? Then, fine. We'll go find another club good enough for us...because yours clearly isn't." Trina said, hoping it would work...and it did.
Only, something that she had not expected to ever see in her lifetime happened, causing the fear she never knew she had to explode in her stomach all at once as the tall blonde sped up to her as if a super human. Something no one has ever seen before...Or something Trina THOUGHT that no one had ever seen before.
"What the hell was that?" Janet asked herself aloud as Pam got right up in Trina's face, the velvet rope touching each of their stomachs.
"Don't fuck with me, sweetheart. I'll bite your snooty little head off in a pinch if I have to." Her Louisiana accent was clear as day, especially when she was irritated and Janet put her arm around Trina's lower back, grabbing Susan's as it was already there. "Do you even know what kind of club I run?" She added, implying that there were pole dancers and people looking to get some ass.
Trina smirked, her fear leaving as she convinced herself Pam's super speed was just side effects after taking the pill as she hadn't taken one in a while. She chuckled. "Don't fuck with ME." She said, moving closer to Pam herself. The blonde was a bit impressed at her bravery, as well as holding back a giggle at the height difference between the two when Trina stared up at her and she stared down. "Trust me...you don't know a thing about us. We may LOOK like innocent little women...but I've done things that I'm sure your kind would love to hear about." Pam retreated her neck as if to say 'MY kind?' and she continued to listen. "And Susan, here...she's joined in on a couple of those 'activities.' Janet, however...don't underestimate her because she definitely knows how to have a good time." Trina thought of bringing up the pot brownies and skinny dipping, but she kept the over sharing to a bare minimum just to get the point across.
"And what exactly are these 'activities' you speak of?" Pam put her hands on her hips.
"Have you ever heard of 'swingers?'"
"As in...fucking around with other couples?" Pam loved to honestly cut right to the chase and it was her specialty. "Really? You?" She looked down at Trina, then back to the other two. "I can MAYBE picture you, but these two? No."
"Well, it's true. Now, let us in so we can bring more money into your…" Trina tried to find the right way to put this. "...shithole of a bar." The tall blonde couldn't help but smile as she suddenly felt that familiar feeling at her core.
Slightly aroused, she stepped back and unclipped the velvet rope letting the three in, despite the still pretty nervous look on Janet's face. "My name's Pam, by the way." Susan stepped forward first, Janet following, and then Trina. "Say," Pam put her foot in front of Trina so she could walk no further. "...you've got some steam in you, I see. There is something you and your friends should know before you walk into my club. I don't want there to be any surprises."
"And that is?"
"That we are no ordinary people in there. There are some like you, but they're just here to fuck."
"Some like us?" Trina's northern accent got to Pam and she cleared her throat, trying to ignore her lebito.
"Yes...human." She saw the shocked look on the shorter woman's face and she walked one full circle around her before stopping at her face and grinning. Se reveled in the look of confusion on Trina's face and she opened her mouth slightly to reveal the sudden appearance of her vampire teeth.
Trina gasped and felt as though she might pass out. This explained the super speed a minute ago and she now understood the name, "Fangtasia." Looking ahead to her two friends, she called out, "Janet...Susan." But before she could even tell them what she wanted to say, everything went black and she was out cold on the red carpet below Pam.
A/N: Okay, so I know that Fangtasia didn't open until 1986, but to fit the crossover, I just pretended it was open much longer...Also, this will be a four shot, considering this chapter was much longer than I had intended but I have this thing where, once I start writing I can't stop. Lol Plus I also always feel the need to write so that it makes sense, so I needed a small intro as to why Janet, Trina, and Susan would even be at Fangtasia in the first place...Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and the next one?...UPCOMING SMUT