Hello again lovely readers! Another slice of life from the wonderful world of Naomily then. Bit of everything in this one. Emily has put on her game face and gone out to face her demons. Naomi has been reluctantly persuaded to brave the frantic club scene again by an increasingly territorial Mini and just by chance (OK, design) they are going to be in the same space. Cue fourth of July fireworks? You'll just have to read on to find out, won't you?

Thanks again for the almost entirely unwarranted praise. Crevette or emilionaomikins I am not, but I do try to keep the flame alive. Probably, like you, I yearn for the days when awesome stories were queuing up to be read daily. If we had just known then it would all end...sob!

Emily

Lights...pretty coloured lights. Lots of lights. Spinning, circling, flashing and changing colour and shape every second. Strobes of pure white spearing the room, illuminating faces for the briefest moment, then moving on. Blue, green, red, orange, purple. Such confusing, pretty lights.

Sounds too..the deep visceral thud of bass mixing with electronic wails and keyboard arpeggios. On and on, filling my head with something more than mere physical sensation. Deeper, primitive. My body could not, would not stay still. In the crush of bodies, I still felt alone, driven by the bass and drums to move my feet and hips. My head was up, looking towards the inevitable mirror ball, seeing the vivid, crackling sparkles match the incessant beat. Suddenly I wasn't Emily Fitch, buttoned up sales executive, pristine in make-up and clothing. I was a creature of the night. Sweat coated my forehead and I knew on some level that I probably looked way too much like the clubbers surrounding me. Hot, dishevelled, blank faced, gone...

But did I give a flying fuck?

Not a chance. Tonight I was flying first class...uncaring about my appearance or status. Tonight I was just another drunken night owl, giving myself up to the music and the almost feral atmosphere of this place. Drinking in the overwhelming power of electronic music and gyrating bodies. Raw pheromones swirling around me. Boys hugging boys, girls kissing other girls, couples, trio's any combination you like. Twisting, stroking, snogging with less and less inhibition. It felt like I'd been parachuted into some sort of Bristolian Bacchanalian orgy. In the anonymity of the dark and noise, people were intimately touching...biting...caressing like crazy. It was even more intoxicating than the four large vodkas I had already drunk tonight.

It wasn't always like that...not even this glorious night. I'd entered the place with something like real fear in my heart. Fear of looking totally out of place mostly. The majority of my fellow piss heads were at least three years younger for a start. Fresh faced and excited, all texting madly and calling out to each other in the queue as we waited for the stern faced bouncers to let us in one at a time after scrutinising our faces for I don't know what. Everyone looked pretty wasted already. I guessed like me, a lot of them had been topping up on home booze before spending their money (student grants probably) on the high priced cocktails inside. Unlike them, I was properly nervous. No familiar faces for me to greet or squeal at in the gathering crowd. I kept my head down and smiled back shyly when the huge black guy with a pristine white shirt and black bow tie regarded me with serious dark eyes before nodding to his mate on the fancy rope barrier.

I took a deep breath as I was allowed in. Curious eyes followed me as I paid my money at the cubicle and stepped into the club. My expensive leather jacket (half a months bonus gone on a whim) was handed in to the small cloakroom in exchange for a square green ticket, then I lifted my head determinedly, smoothed down my tight top and headed for one of the bars, thronging already with eager punters holding out ten and twenty pound notes.

Inside five minutes, I was holding a blue tumbler with a double vodka and orange juice in it. I needed the Dutch courage tonight, so I didn't even bother to vacate my place at the bar, just necked it in one and offered it up again to the slightly amused girl who had served me. Tall, with a sort of Amy Whitehouse thing going on with her thick dark hair, I nodded to the vodka optic with a grin of my own. I felt her eyes travelling over my face and body before she swung round and got me another double. In fact I think there might have even been three in there. The sting of the alcohol was almost medicinal when I swigged a mouthful.

I handed her a tenner and got no change, but she held on to my palm briefly instead.

"You're new here?" she shouted over the already pounding music from the room next door. I heard a small sigh of annoyance from close over my shoulder as the next clubber waited to be served. Fuck her, I thought. The vodka surged through my system, giving me instant confidence.

"Ya think?" I smirked, letting her squeeze my hand before releasing it. The next look she gave me was even more blatant.

"I get off at 2...?" she smiled brightly. Fuck I thought, ten seconds in and I've already pulled. Maybe this was the best idea I'd had for weeks. She was pretty enough in an androgynous sort of way. Long tumbling hair aside, she had quite a boyish face and slim body in jeans and club tee. Not that I have much experience of assessing potential lesbian shags...but I think I was right.

"...Emily" I answered her unspoken question.

"Emily" she repeated, savouring the word like she was tasting it...tasting me. I swallowed another mouthful of strong vodka to cover the shiver that went through me. Jesus Emily, I told myself, less than 2 minutes here and I'm losing my shit over a flirting bar girl. The night is young and all that. I forced myself to stay cool.

"I'll remember that" I winked and spun away before I had to sustain any more blatant eye fucking.

I didn't look back as I walked away. Get real, I scolded myself...she probably flirts with half the girls in here, and only fucks the more gullible of them. For her, it was a job, keeping the punters happy, getting them to buy more drinks. Nothing personal, right? I wanted more from tonight than a pissed up finger fuck against the empties tonight with a random.

But I can't deny it gave my flagging ego a boost, being hit on within seconds of getting here. Maybe tonight I could forget icy blue eyes and peroxide locks. Maybe Naomi..'doesn't call or text'..Campbell isn't the only beautiful Bristol woman who fancies finding out if I'm as gay as I think I might be?

An hour or so later, I found out a whole lot more about myself.

XXX

Naomi

I huffed as we stood at least twenty people back in the lengthening queue. Bad enough I was here at all against my better judgement, but I swear it was starting to rain too. I lifted my head up against the dark sky. Yep, a fucking raindrop.

"Min" I said, pulling at my other half's sleeve "It's starting to fucking rain. Jesus, I don't even know whey we're here. I gave all this shit up when I graduated. Hordes of under-age fanny pouting at huge doormen so they can get in to this shit hole"

"Chill out Naoms" Mini smirked "Don't you remember me and you meeting up at that club next to the quay? Bit like this place...but with more palatial toilets?"

I stared at her blankly before a memory stirred. Oh yeah. Fuck knows what the place was called...some sort of floating gin palace as I recall. But now she mentioned it, I did remember getting hammered on Jaegermeister and swallowing some of that idiot Freddie McClairs drugs too. Don't know what they were either, but mixed with the Jaeger, I lost the plot in short order. Me and Mini more than christened the posh loo's. I blushed at the instant memory flash. We had to leave straight afterwards because I'd been a bit...vocal...in my appreciation of her oral talents. Some incontinent bitch had complained to the management and we were escorted out by two smirking suits. I was too post orgasmic and stoned to care much that night, but I avoided the area like a plague for months after. I never was one for much PDA activity, let alone being caught noisily shagging in a club toilet.

"Yeah, well, I'm not about to disgrace myself like that tonight, so take that knowing smirk off your face McGuiness...That sort of thing is barely acceptable when you're 18, I have a reputation to protect now" I finished primly. Mini giggled and punched my arm without malice.

"Oh I don't know...you were pretty grateful on Wednesday, you know when I..." she waggled her tongue suggestively.

I stopped her with a glare. Two teenage girls behind us were hanging on every word. Both made up like fashion bloggers, definitely under age. One had a rapt look on her face like she wanted us to go on revealing lesbian secrets forever, the other wearing a scowl that told me she was the straight friend, tagging along with her 'just out of the closet' mate.

I stared them both out until they turned away, pulling out phones and suddenly finding their messages fascinating.

I folded my arms and glared at Mini instead.

"Five more minutes...and if it starts raining properly, I'm out of here. There must be a nice pub within walking distance?"

Mini scowled this time, digging me with her elbow (a habit I was starting to dislike...I felt like a pin cushion sometimes).

"Live a bit babe...look, the line is nearly down to us. Couple more minutes, then you can impress me with your sexy dance moves, share a few cocktails. Maybe we'll get lucky and if they have a nice clean ladies loo we can make the most of it before I take you home and finish the night by fucking your pretty brains out?"

The horrified look on my face at that last comment just made her burst out laughing. The jail bait duo behind us almost dropped their phones in shock. Mini had a rather...individual...way of making her point, shall we say?

Luckily for me and the mental well-being of the girls behind us, the line quickly cleared and with one cursory glance inside our handbags (luckily I had left the 9mm and hand grenade at home) passed us through. I had decided at the last minute on a one piece blue silk short dress tonight, so just slipped off my cream blazer and handed it to the girl in the cloakroom. I knew it was likely to be sweaty and hot inside. That and the inevitable spilled drinks as half cut students swayed across the carpet with too many pints made me glad I hadn't worn my best.

Mini, of course, had gone the whole dyke night hog. Skin tight pale blue skinnies with shiny black calf length boots and a plain white shirt opened waaay down the front. No prizes for guessing the colour of her lacy bra. Vivid red and visible every time she moved. Mini has a great pair of tits and she's never been shy about advertising the fact. If we had been anywhere else, I would have already been plotting how to get my hands on them, but I was still a bit miffed about having to turn out on a wet evening, queueing for some night club I knew instinctively would be shit. The admiring glances my girlfriend was getting from males and females alike weren't making my mood any lighter. I'm not usually the jealous type, but none of her admirers were sparing me a fucking look.

We made our way to the bar and Mini used her ample cleavage to get us served quickly. I had a stern word with myself while she was busy chatting to the Amy Winehouse clone serving. I needed to chill out. The fact that I had been dodging the phone call to Emily Fitch was still nagging at me. Somehow I knew once I did make it, it would set things in motion I wasn't at all sure I was ready for, but not phoning her was causing me to be grumpy and short with my actual girlfriend. It wasn't fair on her, so I promised myself I would forget the alluring Miss Fitch just for tonight and concentrate on having some fun with my partner.

Well...that was the plan anyway. It lasted long enough for us to down two more strong double tequilas. Moving into the main room, we stood on a platform over the floor, crammed with heaving bodies flickering in the lights. The sound system was trying its best to hammer my eardrums into oblivion and the strobes made everything look spacy and unreal. Most things that is.

Right in my eyeline, in between two women was the person I had been trying not to think about all week. Not that she was noticing me. Her head was back, eyes wide and unfocussed. She was laughing at something the more feminine one of a pair of charmers was shouting in her ear. The other girl, one I vaguely recognised from college as one of those girls who go the whole hog down the tattoo, piercing and shaved hair route, was seizing the opportunity while her mate distracted Emily, to take some serious liberties with the previously uptight Miss Fitch's personal space.

Both of her hands were wandering possessively over Emily's body, cupping, squeezing and generally copping a proper feel. Her mate was now nuzzling 'my' brunettes neck, gripping her arms to stop Emily getting away.

I knew their type well enough. Even if Emily was willing, even if she'd been sober, I'd seen fuckers like this operate before. Find a newly out nervous lesbian, get her pissed and probably stoned, then take her back to their place to serially fuck her unconscious, probably with a selection of way too realistic fake cocks. She wouldn't know what had hit her. It doesn't matter if sexual predators are male or female...nothing they were likely to do to Emily would be intended to give her much pleasure. They operate as a pack. And by the looks of the way Emily was flopping about in their grip, they were seconds away from exiting the club with their 'drunk friend' and into a taxi for God knows where.

As I reached blindly for the shelf beside me, intending to put my drink down and ride to the rescue, Mini shouted into my ear.

"Isn't that Emily Fitch down there babe?...She looks like she's about to find out what all this lesbian fuss is about?" she chuckled. It wasn't a kind laugh.

I spun round and glared at Mini.

"Fuck off Mini...thats not funny...you know what those two bitches are after...she'll wake up tomorrow in some grotty bedsit, puke all over her shoes and feeling like she's entertained the entire Coldstream Guards. They'll fucking ruin her..." I said hotly.

Mini had a strange expression on her face, somewhere between understanding and annoyance.

"Free country Naoms" she said flatly "...anyway, I think you might be too late anyway hun"

I quickly turned back. True enough, the place the three had been standing was now filled with other clubbers. I looked around wildly for any sign of them.

Just as I was about to give up, I saw a glassy eyed Emily between her two new friends, being semi carried towards the exit. Pushing my half drunk glass into Minis hand I headed down to cut them off. If they got her into a waiting cab, Emily was seriously fucked...and not in a good way.

XXX

Emily

It was all going so well...I danced a bit...no one seemed to care I was on my own. In fact I was collecting quite a few admiring glances. One of the things Katie hated about me was that I was a better dancer than her. It's not something I cultivated, it just happened. On the rare occasions when we were younger I managed to get out from under her spell and be myself, dancing was my release. With enough alcohol or MDMA in me, I just let myself go and went with the music. More than once I had been hauled off the dance floor by my overbearing sister for 'making a show of yourself' For that read 'people are looking at YOU, not me'

Well, tonight I decided, after another of those lethal afterburner cocktails, that I would just forget my troubles and go for it. I fended off most of the more intimate intrusions from my fellow dancers. A brief press of bodies and maybe a crafty grope of my boobs, then I whirled away again, happy to just be myself. It wasn't till I needed the loo that things began to get complicated.

One of my admirers followed me to the ladies and stood beside me at the sink as I washed my hands after using one of the cubicles. I caught the sideways glance. She wasn't particularly my type. A bit too masculine for my tastes. I'm all for a pretty girl in mens clothes, but I'm not wildly keen on neck tattoos and excess piercings. But hey, each to their own huh?

"Those were some serious moves you made out there babe?" she said wryly out of the corner of her mouth as we stood side by side, touching up lipstick and eye liner. I smiled back and thought, what the hell, it doesn't hurt to be polite.

"Thanks" I said quietly, glad for a moment to be able to hear myself think "I haven't been here before and I enjoyed the stuff they're putting on?"

She nodded, not looking at me.

"Well, have a good night" she said "Oh...my name's Vanessa by the way...nice to meet you?"

I shook her hand and when she took hers away, felt immediately a small wrap in my palm. She grinned at me.

"Its good stuff...pure...one toot and you'll be able to dance till they close...shame not to wow them all again?"

Then she was gone, just the hiss as the rubber edge of the door pressed against the frame. The wash room was deserted, probably not for long, so I snuck a glance at what I had in my hand. Like I said a wrap, like a grown up sweetie. I could feel the fine powder crunch slightly inside as I squeezed it.

Taking this would be a very bad idea, I told myself firmly. Dropping drugs is stupid, dropping drugs from a total stranger is fucking mad.

So quite why I slipped back into the cubicle I'd just vacated and pulled out my makeup mirror, slipping a finger nail under the edge of the folded paper, I couldn't tell you. I was never a fan of the hard stuff even when I was younger. Sure, I smoked a lot of weed with my friends, but I gave up even smoking cigarettes three years ago. Tooting coke or MDMA was a very occasional treat, reserved for the times I was with Katie and or a really close friend. Safety in numbers and all that?

I stared at the small line of pinkish powder for a few seconds. I didn't really need any extra stimulation, did I? I was doing fine with alcohol. So of course, I did the stupid thing. I tipped up the wrap, sliding a neat line of powder onto my small handbag mirror. Maybe just half a line, I thought. Enough to give me a lift when the booze starts to make me wobble. Enough to make the night really special. If it was shit, I could get out of here, call a cab and be home in 15.

At least that's what I thought.

Leaving the wash room after snorting half the line and disposing of the rest down the toilet (I didn't want to risk having drugs in my bag out in the big bad world) I sniffed hard a couple of times as the powder burned my septum. Whatever it was, there was speed in it, I recognised the slightly pissy smell. But it wasn't until I'd drunk another strong cocktail, courtesy of my behind the bar admirer, that the drugs kicked in big time. I had time to congratulate myself for not necking the whole line. The hit was pretty brutal. The fifteen minutes I had spent at the bar, looking down at the floor below us was long enough for my neck muscles to stiffen and that slightly compulsive swallowing feeling that leads to the speed rush banging in. Suddenly everything in the room was more vivid, more intense. Colours rushed in and out of my eyeline. My stomach flipped and I knew the amphetamine was as pure as my recent toilet companion had said it was. But there was another sensation too. That slow, insidious warmth in my stomach and general feeling of delight at everything and anything around me. Right...MDMA then, I thought, unable to stop a sly grin creeping over my face. Suddenly the world seemed a nicer place. Suddenly everyone was my friend.

So ten minutes later, I was officially off my face. Dancing like a loon, letting a couple of people definitely take more in the way of liberties than I intended. That went on for another few minutes while the chemical surged through me. Long enough for two chancers to appear in front and behind me. At first it was just amusing. The girl from the toilet...my drug dealer...stayed behind me, shouting in my ear about it being good gear, yeah? I could hardly disagree, being fucked up beyond belief. Her mate was even butcher than her, all hard edges and glittering piercings. Sober, I would have quickly done one if she'd talked to me, but like I said. Tonight, everyone was my friend. And boy did the two of them intend to be my friends...

After a few more minutes jittering from the speed rush and dancing through waves of high strength MDMA I was putty in their hands. They went from close dancing to vertical foreplay in short order. Trouble is, I couldn't seem to say the word no. It kept forming in my head, but the stupid grin on my face seemed to block it coming out. I knew this must look slutty. The one in front of me was straight up groping me. My tits were mauled and squeezed, even as her partner was telling me we needed to get out of there, somewhere quieter. In the back of my head I knew this was a very bad idea, but my bones seemed to be made of rubber. I found myself being led out of the club, one girl supporting each arm.

We got to the door, under the watchful gaze of the doorman who had let me in. He gave the two girls a hard stare as I wobbled between them but made no move to stop us leaving. I suppose his job was over as soon as we crossed the threshold. I remember cold air and trying to tell them about my jacket in the cloakroom. But suddenly they were all business, stepping out with me onto the wet pavement and whistling for a cab.

One pulled up as if waiting for us and as I swayed, my 'dealer' let go of my arm to open the back door. I wanted to say no...to resist, but all I could feel was wave after wave of sensation as the intense hit kept on hitting. I resigned myself to be taken wherever they intended me being taken, but just as I dipped my head to get in, a voice came from over my shoulder.

"I don't fucking think so"

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew that voice, but I couldn't form the name in my mouth.

"Mind your own fucking business" Miss Excess Piercing 2016 growled as we stood there, half in, half out of the cab.

The voice came again.

"She is my fucking business...right Emily?"

I remember nodding stupidly, although I was still out with the fairies. Whoever it was was pissed off, but curiously the voice was more comforting than either of the others arguing with her.

"You'll have to find another playmate tonight girls...this one is mine" the friendly voice said in a tone anything but.

The grip on my arm tightened and I felt myself being pushed towards the cab again. This time there were no words, instead a dull thump and a whoosh of released breath.

The situation then got a bit confusing. That is to say even more confusing than it already was. There was scuffling and the voice of the Indian cab driver trying to calm matters. It seemed my rescuer, although outnumbered was doing OK. Another sharp crack of hand on flesh and my arms were suddenly free. Then another voice, higher pitched, with an accent I couldn't place.

"Get your fucking hands...off...her" it said sharply and there was more scuffling. I fell against the side of the taxi, which would have been fine..I certainly needed the support, but just then I heard the engine race and my prop was abruptly removed. Obviously the driver wasn't about to referee this bitch fight any more. I staggered and would have fallen in the gutter (later I thought that might be the perfect metaphor for my situation) but a hand shot out from nowhere and held me upright. I was then surrounded by two enveloping arms and I allowed myself to be held tight as a bit more scuffling and cursing went on. When I opened my eyes, I could finally see what was actually going on although reality seemed to bend and distort alarmingly. I was being held by Naomi Campbell, her face angry and set. She was glaring over my shoulder at what I could only imagine were my two 'companions'. Apropos nothing, the thought that she was incredibly beautiful, angry or not crossed my mind. I grinned stupidly at her pretty face and she spared me one tiny smile before resuming her hard look.

"Enough Mini" she growled, still, holding on to me tightly. "Let them go"

The other voice came from somewhere.

"Yeah well...I think thats enough Batman and Robin from us anyway Naoms...Emily's friends are just leaving...right girls?"

I heard bitter muttering, but to be honest I was enjoying being right where I was, drugged and drunk though I felt. I think I might have been content to stay like that, held upright by Naomi's arms on a cold wet pavement indefinitely.

I'd like to say I remember a lot more, but as I was put into another cab, my hands scrabbling to keep Naomi close, I seemed to zone out completely. The next thing I remember was...

XXX

Naomi

"Thanks Min" I said genuinely. I might have been able to stall Tweedledee and Tweedledum for a bit there, but I wasn't at all sure if it came to a straight cat fight, I could have taken them both. Luckily my girlfriend had followed me out and did her usual back up routine. Mini was quite a tough cookie under that teen queen exterior. I was glad of it.

I wasn't quite so happy at the next expression on her face as we stood by the cab rank, Emily still murmuring in my arms, seemingly unable to construct a coherent sentence or support herself. Whatever they'd given her was definitely not just speed or ecstasy. I guessed GHB or Ketamine might have been part of the cocktail she'd swallowed. My feelings were a mixture of hatred for the sort of people who would do that to someone so vulnerable and beautiful, and anger that Emily had been so dumb, taking drugs from total strangers. But I had the 'Mini' problem to deal with first...

"S'OK" she said "We're all suckers for damsels in distress Naoms...but I think this one..." she nodded at Emily, cradled in my arms..."is a bit more than a random...right?"

I could have argued. I wanted to argue. Mini was..fuck is...my girlfriend, right? Emily is...well I have no real idea what Emily is to me right now. But Mini had hit the nail on the head. Would I have rushed to the rescue of just anyone being set up for a night being gang banged by those two bitches? Probably not, although enough of my upbringing with my dippy mother existed inside me to hope I would at least have tried. But scrapping on the pavement outside nightclubs? Unlikely.

I swallowed hard and tried to arrange my face in what I hoped was a sincere look.

"Look Mins...I just...she was..." I started. But she shook her head a little sadly, rubbing her fist, which had recently connected with a rather surprised would be seducers nose.

"No need Naoms...I have fucking eyes. You light up whenever her name is mentioned. I've tried to block it out, keep your attention on me...but I'm fighting a losing battle, yeah? Best you take Maid Marian home tonight...I don't think she should be left alone in her state. I'll go back to mine. Call you tomorrow?"

I should have said no...put Emily in a taxi and tried to rescue this awful evening, but there was never a chance of that, was there? Emily was vulnerable, almost out cold and nothing could have stopped me taking care of her, even at the risk of losing my actual girlfriend.

So Emily and I got in one cab, Mini got in the one behind. She pressed a soft kiss on my lips as the driver closed our door and I watched her shrinking smaller in the distance as our taxi moved off towards...well towards whatever lay in wait for me.

For tonight, I was going to slip Sleeping Beauty into my bed and let her recover naturally. Me? I was for the couch and a restless night. Somehow I needed to make sense of all this.

OK peeps...thats it for today. More soon on the night after and the aftermath of Naomi's rescue mission. Just don't think the good ship Naomily is suddenly in calmer waters. I know my few readers like a bit of angst, so there is still som,e to come (along with some smexy time!) You have been warned!

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