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The Funeral of a Good Girl

By –TempestRaces

Chapter five – Of Strobe Lights and Six Foot Holes

Vince watched as Leon led the way to the stairs, Tempest and Jesse following him and laughing about some joke that likely only made sense to the two of them. She never spared him a look.

They headed for the beach together, Jesse driving, Tempest riding shotgun and Leon holding down the fort alone in the rear. They parked the car and headed out onto the sand before spreading their blankets and stretching out.

Jesse took in his cousin in a pair of boy cut bikini bottoms and a bikini top which left very little of her upper body to the imagination. "Why can't you have one of those one piece bathing suits?"

"Because I'd never get a tan that way?"

"Guys are staring at you."

"Jesse, you ain't my brother. You're not supposed to get this outraged over me in a bathing suit. And let 'em stare. Maybe I can get a date for tonight out of it."

Leon fought from informing her that all she would do would create the need for a six foot hole to be dug for the body if she showed up with another guy around the fort. Any real interest in her or no, if she showed up with another guy now it would just set Vince off. And he'd just get rid of the problem, if he acted in his typical fashion.

After several hours on the beach they got up to head for home, packing up all their stuff. The boys didn't bother putting their shirts back on and Tempest just pulled her cut offs on over her bottoms. She zipped them up, but didn't bother with the button, leaving them hanging off her hips. She took custody of her car keys over Jesse's whining and drove her own car on the way home. They walked in the front door, the three of them talking a mile a minute.

"You guys went to the beach without me?" Mia asked with a pout.

"Sorry Mia. I never thought to ask you," Jesse apologized.

"It's ok. Why don't you guys go change for supper?"

They headed down the stairs. As Tempest was pawing through her stuff looking for something to wear up to dinner she heard Jesse exclaim in his room. "Sweet!"

"What is it Jess?" she called.

"I forgot this was tonight." He came out of his room with a flyer in his hand. He handed it to her. It was advertising a huge rave party that was happening in a converted warehouse somewhere.

"You wanna go?" she asked.

"Yeah, what about you? You down?"

"This chem. free?"

"Optional," he grinned back.

"Than hell yeah, sign me up!"

"Yes!"

"What's this about?" Leon asked as he came out of his room, pulling a tank top on over his head.

"A rave."

"You too huh? Jesse never gets to go 'cause none of us will go with him."

"I'll go. Techno and house music, strobe lights, sounds like heaven."

"Maybe to you and the mad scientist here. Not to me."

"Must suck to be old," Tempest teased.

"I ain't old. I'm just not into rave parties."

"Your loss. When we leavin' J?"

"Ten, eleven," he answered with a shrug. "Up to you."

"Alright. Let's get some food and then I'll get ready."

They ate supper before heading downstairs to get ready. Tempest gathered up her stuff and locked herself in the bathroom. She took a shower and got out before drying her hair and straightening it until it fell in a sleek fall just over half way down her back. She got dressed in clothes she knew were going to freak Jesse out. Her top was cut straight across the top of her chest and came down to a point just above her belly button like a folded bandana, with nothing in back but a strap across her upper back. Her pants were tight and cropped low on her abdomen. The pants and shirt matched. Both were black with hot pink piping on the seams. She knew the black made her skin look pale, but as it was pale she was just going to have to hope it looked like she couldn't tan. She fastened the black edged in pink bands which had come with her top around her neck and upper arms before she pulled on her second pair of boots, ankle high black leather with several chunky buckles the whole way up and a three inch heel. She only hoped she'd get out of the house dressed as she was without seeing Mia. She knew she'd given the impression she didn't own any clothes that weren't undershirts or cargos to the dark woman.

She left the bathroom and ran into Vince in the living room. Literally. He walked out around a corner just as she went to head up the stairs and she bounced off his chest with a startled noise. When she regained her footing she had to fight the urge she had to put her hand over her heart to feel it racing. She also had to fight the urge she had to say she was sorry.

"Goin' out someplace?" he asked, waiting for her to blow him off. He was more than mildly curious where she was going, dressed as she was.

"Looks that way," she answered. She didn't want to start a war with him so she refrained from telling him to mind his own business.

"With?"

"Jesse."

"You ready T?" Jesse's voice called down the stairs.

"Yeah, on my way up!" She turned back to Vince. "Later."

He didn't even bother to answer, just watched her dash up the stairs. He'd get the story from Leon later, and avoid having a fight with her at the same time.

Leon offered to drive them to the party and they took him up on his offer. Tempest left her coat with him, citing not wanting to lose it as her reason. When Jesse saw what she had on he did groan and ask her why she was always going around half clothed all of a sudden. She just grinned in answer.

They had no trouble getting in and immediately fell into the middle of the dance floor, the flashing lights and bright colours making it feel like another world. They danced through three songs and a choreographed laser show, before Jesse held something up to the light. When Tempest realised what it was she hugged Jesse with a smile before putting the little blue pill on her tongue and watching Jesse take one too. She trusted him implicitly to have safe stuff.

Another forty five minutes later and the rave drug Ecstasy was coursing through her blood. Everything just felt perfect as she danced in her own world to the music. She felt euphoric. It was a rare time to find her feeling love for people she didn't know, but it was like everyone was her friend. People came and went from around them. Some stayed longer than others and some they paid more attention to than others but always constant was the throbbing beat, gyrating people, flashing lights and the dancing. Always dancing.

The huge space was lit only by the multicoloured lights of the DJ. There was no ambient light, other than the muted illumination behind the bars spaced along the walls. It was provided purely for the benefit of those working the counter, and did nothing to dispel the darkness of the party. The strobing lights gave an otherworldly air to the whole place which was only enhanced by the heightened senses of those moving to the techno beats being spun. People seemed to move in fits and starts for a moment, and then move with an enviable, fluid grace the next.

It was around five am when they finally decided they'd had enough. Neither of them had started to come down and were feeling no pain, thought both were drenched from head to toe in sweat. They decided against waking Leon up for a ride and got a cab instead. They got home half an hour later and headed for the kitchen, trying to be quiet.

"What're you doin?" Jesse asked Tempest as he watched her start opening cupboards.

"I'm gonna make us somethin' to eat."

"No you're not. You're in no shape to cook."

"I'm fine to cook. We'll have Kraft dinner."

"No we won't. We're going to bed. 'Sides, I'm not hungry yet anyway. I'll be lucky if Dom doesn't wake me up to go to work tomorrow."

"Good luck with that," Tempest giggled. "I'm glad I'm on vacation."

"Yeah, but you're sleeping on the couch that everyone else is going to walk by on their way out."

She groaned. "Thanks for reminding me. Maybe I'll sleep on your floor."

"You wouldn't find a spot of it clean enough to let you lay down."

She remembered the mess his room was in. "Oh yeah. Try to be quiet in the morning, ok?"

"Won't be me you have to worry 'bout."

They headed down the stairs, Tempest with a box of goldfish crackers under her arm. She knew when she started to come down she'd get hungry, though Jesse was right and she wasn't really hungry yet. At the bottom of the stairs she tripped and fell into Jesse, who caught her. She started to giggle and when she did he started to chuckle and soon they were both laughing full out. "Shush," she warned. "You'll wake up the rest of the house."

"I sure hope not. Well, night."

"Night J. See you in the morning."

Jesse headed into his own room and Tempest headed for her suitcase. She was ready to be wearing something far more comfortable than her rave clothes. She pulled her top and pants off before pulling on a pair of boy cut panties and a light tank top. She then put the headphones of her Discman on and started to listen to more techno at a low volume as she waited to fall asleep. She knew she wasn't likely to get much sleep but she figured she might as well try, what with the house being dark and quiet. She had to kick the blanket she had off her. It was far from cold in the basement, or she was still overheated from all her dancing.

The noise of them stumbling down the stairs right beside his room woke Vince up. He looked at the clock blearily and saw it was five thirty in the morning. "For Christ's sake," he muttered. He gave them five minutes to be settled where ever they were going to settle before he got up to go to the bathroom. He left the lamp on in his room so he could see where he was going and opened the door. The main room was dark, but the lamplight spilled out dimly to illuminate the couch where Tempest was laying. She had her eyes closed and headphones on. She was sort of wiggling as if dancing as she lay there, wearing not much of anything considering she was in a public room of the house.

He used the bathroom. On the way back to his room he found himself standing over her where she lay, still grooving either in her sleep or just with her eyes closed to whatever she was listening to. When her eyes snapped open it surprised him. He had figured her for out of it.

When she saw him looming over her in the dark she let out a muffled scream. She took her headphones off. "Why are you standing there staring at me?" she asked, panting in her shock.

"You and Jesse came down the stairs like a pack of elephants. You woke me."

"That's not a reason for you to stare at me in the dark."

"The reason I have for the staring is the fact you're not covered up and you're wearing nothing but your underwear."

"My underwear covers everything that needs covering."

"Just barely."

"Just barely would be this," she told him before blithely pulling her tank top over her head and dropping it on the floor. "Now I'm just barely covered."

"And now that's ok because you just bought yourself a bedroom to sleep in instead of on the couch," he answered her as he scooped her up.

"I told you that I'd make your day dreams come true if you were good today. You didn't hold up your end of the deal."

"What if you tell me what your dreams are and I'll make them come true instead then?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck.

She moaned before answering. "I dunno about that. You don't know what kinds of things I dream about."

"I don't imagine I'll care, as long as it ends with me inside of you." He threw her back onto his bed after kicking the door closed. He looked into her eyes. "Are you drunk?"

"Nope."

"Than why are your pupils so dilated?"

"That'd be the X."

"Where'd you get X?"

"Jesse, where else? We went to a rave. I know it's not mandatory but it's hard to drink liquor because it's next to impossible to stay hydrated as it is, let alone adding the effects of alcohol on top of it. So we took X instead."

"I shoulda known."

"Are we still gonna talk about my plans for the rest of the evening, or are you somehow mad at me for taking drugs?"

"I'm contemplating the answer to that."

She came up on her knees at the edge of the bed. "You're wearing entirely too much clothing for effective thinking." She started to raise his undershirt toward his shoulders, running her hands over his stomach and chest as she did so.

"I can't think when you do that."

"Good. Don't think. Just feel." At her insistence his undershirt came off over his head and landed somewhere out of his line of vision on the floor.

"Isn't this whole coercion thing supposed to be my line?"

"Whatever, how did you put it, ends the night with you inside me?"

He fell on her with a growl. He started to devour her mouth, taking the little moaning cries she was making into himself. "I believe that somewhere in this deal you were supposed to tell me what it was you wanted me to do," he murmured against her lips.

"Just don't stop doing anything you're doing already."

"That's a copout," he told her as his hands wandered.

"That works," she said in a voice made breathless from her wanting.

He abruptly stood back from her. "I need direction here. You gotta tell me what you want me to do."

"This could be a long night," she answered on a sigh.

"You got no where to be tomorrow, so who cares?" He shrugged.

"Well, for starters then, I want you to come over here." She watched as he obeyed her request. When she looked at his muscled chest and equally heavily muscled and tattooed arms she felt a rush of desire that left her weak. She was glad she was only kneeling on a bed and not standing because she knew she would have fallen down. She reached her hand out and trailed it down his chest. "What if I just want you? Is that detailed enough for you?" she asked, her eyes slowly traveling up to meet his.

"God yes," he growled, before leaning down to kiss her deeply again. And he didn't stop until he collapsed some time later with a satisfied sigh.

After giving each of them a moment to regain some semblance of normal breathing he rolled off her supine body with a groan. "If we keep doin' this like this every night I'll be dead by the time I'm twenty three. I'll be happy, but I'll be dead."

She giggled tiredly. "Guess it's a good thing for both of us that I'm goin' home in less than two weeks."

Rather than thrash about in his head for an answer that wouldn't come off flip or piss her off by reminding her that he wasn't exactly upset she wasn't going to be around for the long haul, he bodily picked her up and flipped her over before setting her back down on top of himself. He pulled her down with a hand on the back of her head and kissed her. He meant it to be one hard kiss, but as always, when she met him half way and kissed him back with equal intensity one kiss became several minutes of kissing as hands wandered. When he started to get a little too interested was when he forced himself to release her mouth. She was too tired, and likely to realize she was a hundred times more tired than she even thought, once she was fully down off her high, for them to have another go at it. Not to mention the fact he had to be up for work in less than two hours.

After a moment of lying bonelessly on top of Vince, Tempest slid sideways so that she was half on the bed and half on top of him. She settled into a place where her legs were tangled with his, her head was on his shoulder and her arm was draped across him. The emotions of the hour previous crashed into her as she lay there. She was glad the tears leaked silently out of her eyes as she recalled the extreme sensations and emotions she had experienced, both before coming home and in Vince's bed. She convinced herself he'd never know she'd been moved to tears. She figured she knew without being told it would freak him out.

Contrary to her thoughts, Vince was quite able to feel the skin of his shoulder becoming soaked with moisture. He was also quite sure she wasn't drooling all over him with her mouth closed. He brought one hand up to her face and brushed at the wet trail across her cheek with his thumb. "What gives little one?"

"I'm just being silly. Go to sleep," she muttered, unhappy that another living soul had seen her shed tears.

"You're sure you're ok?"

"I'm just happy and something caused me to become over stimulated tonight," she said as she found it within herself to tease, hoping to throw him, turn his mind away from any fears her action might have caused.

"I aim to please."

"Don't worry, you had good aim."

"It's late Trouble, get some sleep." She obeyed and he followed her example, falling into the sleep of the justifiably exhausted.