March 13th, 2030
Leia Prescott smirked like the spoiled bitch she was, raising her legs and providing sexy eye candy for those horny teenagers who stared at her divine, mesmerizing beauty. And she knew that all that drove them was sex. Nothing but sex, and they wanted to mount her and insert their tiny, underdeveloped manhoods into her without so much as a second thought. And to be honest, Leia was kind of into it. By it, I mean the attention they'd give her. The slobbering, mouth-watering thirst of the way they'd get when looking up on her. None of them could help themselves, Leia was just a phenomenal angel who had fallen from the sacred heavens high above.
Leia Amanda Prescott, the name she had come to know long enough at this point, stood seated at a table inside a Starbucks which was at the time half-full, at around morning. It was a school day, and she, a pretty little blonde of thirteen years old, should have currently been at Briarwood Middle School at that exact moment. She ditched, however, but found herself to not be the only one with that thought in mind. She was a basic queen with access to riches untold, and was one of three girls who were quite wealthy for a bunch of schoolgirls.
Leia was the head honcho of this trio, currently out to celebrate a specific occasion. Lo and behold, the blue-eyed blonde with pigtails and two curls of hair running down at the ends of her forehead, took to relaxation and basically said "Fuck school" with one sip of a Trenta-sized Strawberry Acai. Those were the juicy types she indeed loved, and settled for solo of joined by her friends, having no preference whatsoever. She had dressed up as if she was going to a party rather than school; her select clothing this fine school day was simply her in an off-shoulder blue top, and black shorts that brought out her whole curvy body to perfection. Maybe she ought to try having sex with these slobbering boys to test her luck and see how much pleasure she could get out of it.
The thing was, Leia had identified as bisexual, and was open enough to have that fact posted on her social media accounts. Facebook. Instagram. And all other reds she used. She lived with some of that shit given by those ignorant fucker who spat at the concept of bisexuality, telling her she was a good-for-nothing attention seeker and a grade-A whore. Gee, thanks, little heteros.
If these guys here knew, would they give her the same treatment they currently were? She'd rather not find out and kept playing with herself, lifting up the sleeve of her shorts while eyeing a blond patron, looking seventeen and pretty tall. She blew him a kiss and raised her drink, deciding right there that she sealed the deal and reeled in the sucker.
Moments later, right behind the cafe, Leia was backed into the wall, right leg raised to the older teen's waist. He pressed his face onto her neck, kissing her away like the horny pig he was. Leia endured it, playing along for just a bit. She closed her blue eyes and moaned, but only did so while picturing someone else in this stranger's place. Yeah, she'd rather be tongued by Gwendolyn Harris instead, and not this slob.
Speaking of Gwen-
Leia pushed him away once the light pair of footsteps thudded against the stable ground. She caught glimpse of Gwen, who held a tazer in her hand. The brunette extended her hand out and zapped the next victim to their chain of crimes. The blond boy let go of Leia and plummeted on his back, grinning and clattering his teeth as he vibrated horrendously from the pain of what felt like infinite volts to him. Leia would like to never be on Gwen's bad side.
Gwen, arriving to the role she played, had a green fluffy sweater, a gift from an ex, with the hood placed over her head, a lazy attempt to conceal her face from the security camera just above them. Gwen had come into its view, but Leia had her back to it the entire time, making it easier for her. "Don't turn around, it's-"
"Directly above me?" Leis asked to confirm. "Yeah, I saw it on the way from across the street. And don't worry, I was walking with a crowd, no way they can make me."
"Hopefully," Leia agreed, "Either way, we're solos, I doubt they could find us, even if they manage to identify the three of us."
A black Nissan Sentra of a model made a decade ago pulled into the alleyway the two thieving girls were in. Marsha Gladwell, the extraction unit, came in, spinning a finger around above, signaling them to rush the job. Quickly and swiftly, Gwen dug into the teenager's pockets with gloves and pulled out his well. Bingo, she struck almost two hundred bucks here, easy as breathing. "We've got it, ladies! Roll out!"
Leia got into the backseat, jumping in and leaving the door open for Gwen. The brunette put the money into the cupholder, and then dropped her gloves on the base of her feet, sinking her body right into the seat. Marsha stepped on in and drove out of the alley, and veered onto the street, away from them. "Nicely done, guys! Now what?"
"Now..." Leia turned to Gwen and gave her a seductive look, wiggling her eyebrows away, telling her exactly what she wanted. And the brunette with a bob cut hairstyle responded to Leia's call by crawling to her and placing herself on the blonde's lap. She leaned her flexible body forward, giving Leia a tease of a kiss to which she bit her lip and stuck her tongue out. "Come on... Don't tease me, I want it..."
"Have you earned it?" Gwen pressed a finger to Leia's lips and shushed her softly. She jerked her hair back, waving her head around as well as leaning her developing chest towards Leia's face. "You want me, baby doll?"
Leia smacked her lips and puckered them outwards, showing off her strawberry-red lips. "I am going to get back at you," she giggled quite girly, her pale arms making contact on Gwen's hips, digging underneath her sweater. The tips of her fingers ran vertically on Gwen's skin, and she had it so Gwen could feel her nails slide against her skin.
The two girls had a thing for each other, but it wasn't too serious enough for them to agree to be in a legitimate relationship. Well, it was Gwen who held back, and Leia wasn't exactly hurt or fazed by that shit. Gwen expected the blonde to be hurt, but there was nothing that poked at her nerves, nor vad blood that could have been. Maybe Leia was actually fine with it, or maybe she was never serious about it either, and that this, their teenage hormonal-induced activity, did not amount to actual love. Gwen could agree she loved to kiss and make out with Leia, and nothing more than that. Tonguing her was a great pastime that she loved to do, for it got her blood running and arousement high enough for her to forget what shouldn't be. It was weird for Gwen if she were to be honest, had never stopped being odd, but she continued to play the game with the gorgeously stunning Leia.
Whether one or the other had been in actual love with the opposite "partner", it had not yet been dropped between them. Not yet at least.
"Oh?" Gwen shook her shoulders, further poking at Leia's lust. "How will you get back at me? Are you going to..." She leaned in to the blonde's left ear and whispered with charisma, "Put me in my place?"
Leia moaned out a desperate cry, making a weary face. "Gwennie-Poo, why do you toy with meeeee?"
"Because it's fun," Gwen admitted with amusement, going forward to kiss Leia deeply. They rolled their tongues and entangled their lips in an erotic dance before Gwen pulled away, letting out a cute giggle. "You like that, don't you?"
When the car stopped at a red light, Marsha turned her upper body to the back. "Get a room, you dirty girls!"
Marsha Janelle Gladwell, the tech expert of this little group of heinous underage delinquents. Marsha was the girl equivalent of the man in the chair, the overwatcher who covered their backs and tracks in the places they could not see, be it ahead in the dark, or behind when they weren't able to stop and look back. With her, this trio of crooked girls were usually home free, walking away with the loot and supplies they've acquired through the illegitimate means.
They were thieves, pickpockets, blackmailers, and anything they needed to be to stay on top of the food chain. Together, they were a clever hive that Leia had the hand in creating. It was her who ran away from the mansion of a home, and being on the street wasn't simply going to cut it. Refuge came in the form of the Harris residence for a bit, a few weeks to be exact, and while Leia slept in Gwen's room, under the roof, she planted the very notion, a silly yet dangerous and obviously illegal idea that involved conning and taking from people. Girl Robin Hoods, but only for themselves and no one else. None of them were real-world levels of smart, or they would not have agreed to it. Marsha, the only one girl of color, being an African-American, joined in last minute and had no moral quarrel about this. If she received fortune from this, she'd take her parents' car with no hesitation. The promised land had paved a way with the guarantee that they would not be three broke girls for long.
They did research, but experience was also required. And man, was there so much to learn and understand. One false move and they were over. Of course, they made sure to do small time hits and strikes where and when no one was around, and things that would be piled underneath the bigger stuff that was reported in the towns they came into. About three or four and they abandoned ship. They did their best and always went the extra mile to make sure they were nerve caught. Funny, something was indeed wrong, for it should have been likely that they were caught by then, but it was apparent that some guardian angel existed. Or maybe some divine entity looking down at them, from past the heavens. Or maybe Leia was rich in luck.
If so, she didn't believe it right now as Gwen was still playing this childish game with her.
Leia had stuck her tongue out long enough that she basically secreted saliva, legs quaking and womanhood going slightly moist. If there was anyone she would have an eager desire to get into bed with, it'd be Gwen, hands down. "D-do it- Do it again... K-kiss me hard, tuh-touch me-" begged the aroused blonde. The girl had been reduced to a dog, panting wildly for her master to keep playing with her the way she wanted, to be thrown that bone she so desperately wanted. "I love you... I want you..."
"I swear if you two... Erm, non-heteros start having sex in this car-!" Marsha readjusted her glasses, meaning what she said. "You can celebrate later!"
The traffic light turned green, and Marsha took advantage by pressing hard on the gas pedal, sending Gwen to accidentally headbutt Leia, and both of them let out painful groans at this time. The mood was ruined by the troll driver, whom was snickering under her breath.
"Ow! Leia, your skull-" Gwen whimpered, rubbing her forehead.
"Hey, you're the fool!" Leia finger-pointed, shoving the blame onto her. "Will you stop playing with me and just have sex with me?!"
And she didn't know it until she had spoken those words, and those words told them of her secret, sinful thoughts and desires. Thoughts and desires of her actually wanted what Gwen had only been teasing at a great many times. It had always been unclear to Leia if they'd ever go there, but for Gwen, it was already decided that no, no she would not ever sleep with the girl who orchestrated this whole shindig. If Gwen had to admit it...
Quite likely she didn't truly have feelings for Leia in the long run. These words of Leia, they implied she wanted more than what they had at the moment, so was it because Gwen had raised up a sex-craved brat who lusted for more with each time they had a fling? Maybe it was her fault for going after her own impulses, making love to Leia every now and then. Maybe.
"What?" Marsha took it as a joke in that instant. "Yeah, Gwenny-Poo, why don't you scissor Leia? Fuck her silly, girl!"
"Wha-?" Gwen stammered. "I'm only a teenager..."
"Hey, that means so little to every teenager ever!" Leia countered, "What, are you scared to be with me?" And then, Leia turned it around on Gwen, shaking her hips and chest, making her small tits bounce just a little to turn Gwen on. "Don't think you can handle me, baby girl?"
"Where the fuck did the other Leia go?" Gwen exhaled with a nervous laugh, but forced herself forward and planted her lips again with Leia's, and the two were sucking face like there was no tomorrow.
"Unbelievable," Marsha sighed, grunting away while keeping her staring at them through the front mirror. "At least put your seatbelts on, I am not getting pulled over because you lesbians can't wait until we get back to the crappy motel to have sex, or whatever you guys do."
"Shut up and drive," Leia snarled, then winking away at Marsha while Gwen kissed around her neck delightfully, licking her tongue and rubbing her lips around. "Ah... Ah, Gwen, babe-" Leia let herself fall back first onto the seats, letting the brunette of the same height of five-foot-four have her way with the ringleader's suave, cream-white body.
Gwen had always been a female with a light tan layer of skin, and in reality, the Harris girl was a mixed girl of an interracial romance composed of American and African-American. Her father, Benjamin Harris was a black man, born and raised in the area of Harlem in New York; and her mother, formerly Anne Lundgher, of German descent, lived most of her life around the southeastern part of the States. They'd met at a jazz club late one night early in the twenty-first century, and from then on, marriage happened, a good life for them, and sweet little Gwen came into the picture. It was a happy, quiet life for the three- until Gwen reached her rebellious years and deviated from the image they had. It would go away eventually, right? But even then, she flat-out jumped into the heavy winds and was led far away from that, floating away like a leaf that broke away from the tree branch it hung on, forever falling to new grounds. Only, could she ever say she was such a leaf to be disregarded by the massive world? And what of Leia and Marsha? Were they also leaves?
Marsha turned on the radio to tune out the horny kittens smooching in the back. "-Here live with special guests Loanne Wardell and Jennifer Welch, here to talk to us about their new movie titled Dementiation, coming out this fall! So, uh, Miss Wardell, care to share what exactly this new project is about?"
"Thanks for having us, Renee, haha. Um, I don't get to be in enough radio talk shows for this, but not being in front of a camera feels so right!" The young actress on the other end let out a soft, hearty laugh before continuing. "This movie Jen and I are starring in is called Under the Laughing Smile. It's one of those, erm, thriller types filled with food for thought, like, really. Script has been read, the whole story is good and there are these-"
"Hang on, Loanne. Renee is asking for the plot, right? Oh, you natural blonde, you!" Three women laughed at the same time, making light of the joke. "It's about these girls who meet and become friends, only for one of the girls to show a really disturbing dark side, and naturally, we're the ones playing those lead roles. And no, the whole team behind this project are keeping which one of us it is a secret until the movie is out, and even then, there's alot of these misleading things that will make you assume and believe it's either her or me, a great mind-" Beep. "-and that's why there won't actually be a long trailer, just a tease of about thirty seconds or so."
"Oh? Well, that's interesting to here, and I like that. Keeping it hush-hush to hype up the suspense. By that reasoning, will it be a slow paced thing or...?"
Loanne coughed right into the microphone. "Well, the film is going for gothic vibes, and seeing as how Ari Aster has written and directed it- If you listeners don't know, this is the same director who worked Hereditary and Midsommar- And you would be wise to trust that he has all these creepy visuals and surprises in store throughout the film. Obviously, I can't say any really big spoilers but there's this scene involving a character, a mirror shard and some... Oooh, I don't wanna really say it, it's literally too gross to put in words."
"A fridge full of intestines," Jennifer Welch dropped coldly, leading to more laughter. "I'm kidding! But yeah, we've had quite some shocks here and there, but I really enjoyed being on set and seeing some familiar actors and actresses I used to see only on the television."
Marsha changed the station. "Wardell this, Wardell that. She'd better go back to comedy sitcoms. She did those justice."
"Momentum and Velocity were at it again in the fine morning hours in downtown New York, where they've stopped a purse snatched! That's unbelievable, you've got two girls, a pair of blondes going at super, insanely fast speeds like if they were actual human bullets, going around and stopping any criminal activity! Yes, I choose this over those bloodthirsty vigilantes like those in silly comic books. Nobody like the Punisher, but someone just like the Flash! Now, I know that these two operate just outside the law, but in this city, where the crime rate is at a dramatically high point these days, weeks and even months, there had to be a different solution. You know what I think this is? This is God at work, He has given us a pair of miracles. Beautiful guardian angels to slowly restore the hope and faith lost in the years! There is no other explanation-"
"Well, while we can agree that these women, strange heroes who came from nowhere, are doing good in the public eye, I personally believe it is a dangerous thing for the public at the same time. Sooner or later, someone will wish to emulate what it is they do, and what do they do, McCoughley? They fight crime and do it fairly simple. That's because they have powers, unlike the rest of humanity. What if someone dons a suit and delude themselves into thinking it simply is that easy, but are killed while trying to stop crime? Simply put, the message Velocity and Momentum are radiating is that anyone can do as they want, and that it would not be hard to beat up or take upon a mugger. Why, this is wrong, and if the girls were any smart, they'd stand down and give themselves up, or hang up the suits and live normal lives. And no, I do not think they are angels from heaven. They have to be actual people- Come on, surely you heard of the conspiracies? These girls have to be products of illegal science. Vial Corp, or Kapacity have to be behind it. Isn't it odd that the increase of missing persons cases elevated after Vial Corp was established in the world?"
"Oh, here we go! For someone to make such a bold accusation such as this one you make now-"
"I am not accusing anyone, my friend, I'm just saying it is very suspicious-"
"Where is the music?" Marsha scoffed. "All just news and stuff-"
"Don't miss Stranger Things season nine, streaming midnight, only on-"
"They got rid of the main cast!" Marsha complained. "Fuck that."
"Just play a CD," Leia exhaled, her hands running and exploring the landscape that was Gwen's body.
It wasn't long before they had arrived back at the motel they were staying at for a few days. This motel, a Super 8 one, had none of its rules being followed, and the manager, an obese Asian man, was accepting the underage buckaroos of renting a room for the money, due to the lacking clientele received as the years had gone by. Nowadays, nobody was coming here to hook up anymore just like the golden days. Leia and Gwen exited the car fast before Marsha set it to park and switched off the engine.
Their room had only two beds, which led to someone having to sleep with a bonus person. This automatically put Leia and Gwen together with no reluctant hesitation. They really acted like a couple at this point in time, cuddling, snuggling and sometimes sleeping on each other's chest. Leia was the one usually on top of Gwen on most nights, if not, she was being spooned lovingly by her.
Right now, the two bisexual girls took their making out to the bed while Marsha handled the rest. She had taken the cash and a gray backpack she grabbed from the trunk, dumping out the contents from the backpack onto her bed. Fake IDs, rolls of cash, folded papers, tools and a box of gloves came falling out. She added their additional cash to the mix, counting what they had right this second, which turned out to be almost eight hundred. Not bad at all, but they needed more, and they knew they could hit up bigger takes, find the better fish at an untapped ocean they'd not come across.
The folded papers were of lists of the rich locals around here; their homes; some surveillance stuff, including photographs; and the last one was an poster ad of a party behind held at the Tetherby Manor just upstate of here. "Hey, who put this...?" Marsha examined the ad;
It's here, it's now! A spectular wow! Don't miss the Paige Tetherby Ultimate Sweet Sixteen Extravaganza on March 26, 9PM, only at the Tetherby Manor, at the edge of Wilson Boulevard, Royal Woods, Michigan!
"Yo Leia, Gwen, the fat fuck's throwing a party for his granddaughter later this month!" Marsha showed them the info on the poster, shaking it in between her fingers. "Hey, you know we have to get into this party! Just think-" She formed a devious wide smirk that was one inch from breaking through her face, ripping her cheeks apart. "We can walk away with riches, and none of this pickpocket shit! We're just nickel-and-dime bitches, let's be honest, but here, it can all change!"
Leia lightly pushed Gwen off, planting her feet down on the fuzzy carpet. "Nickel and dime, huh? I mean, maybe we have been doing low hits and scores, but something this big? We might as well be committing grand larceny. Oh wait! Yeah, that's what the fuck you are proposing!" She slapped her hands on her head and shook away. "Fuck no, small scores have less risk. Now what would a family of what, millionaires? Billionaires? What would they do? They can destroy us fairly simple is what, and I am not going to go to jail just because they had six-figure crack-and-crevice lawyers in their back pockets!"
There was a moment of silence right after Leia had her little hysterical fit. She was really afraid of messing with the wrong people, and the fine print had always guaranteed danger in the unforeseen ways they wished they could predict. Rich folks had power, able to buy out anyone for jsut about anything, and she knew that better than anyone-
No, don't... Don't think about it, Leia. It happened years ago... Years ago when you were- She exhaled sharply, coming back into reality only right after a rapid, flashing image of a burning minivan entered her brain, instantly igniting the hidden trauma she tried to conceal, lock away as if it was a nothing that never had a place on the outer surface. No need to open up to it, or to remind herself of what had happened years ago. Gwen and Marsha understood this and kept their silence for the sake of Leia's mental health, sticking to her always and forever when Leia was really alone in the world, feeling alone in the world. Not even aunt and uncle, they who had taken her under their wing, were close enough to understand Leia. How could they? They were adults, grown out of their adolescent phases and forgot was it was like to be a child. Hmph, Leia, a child due what life had not given her. No love from her birth parents, but only raised and groomed to get into that which they wanted. You'd know how it was, and Leia was pretty much okay with it, until she learned the hard way how they handled and used the amount of power they had.
To put in plainly, daddy was the mayor of the city of Greenwood of Pennsylvania, the hometown of all three girls. Daddy was also corrupt, having had bad connections with folks whom he hired to send messages, and more stuff that the fool had actually put into the computer on his office at city hall. Leia had accessed it when sge thought she could change the grades of some kids who paid her to do it- and wound up with more than she could bargain for.
People who did drugs, suffering from withdrawal, those were the ones he used as his slaves to do his bidding, rigging the politics game in Greenwood to ensure the ideal-sharing fuckers could win by default. The other guys, the opponents of his friends, turned up dead, injured or sick to be able to follow through. All of that, and the minor stuff less serious than this, was backed into a drive, saved by Marsha. This was their leverage, the advantage should they get arrested or stopped by law enforcement, a mere get-out-of-trouble wild card that could be used for a couple of times before Mayor Prescott put his foot down and made a serious move against his daughter and her pack.
And Leia was thinking too small by not releasing it to the public, but rather keeping it dangled around her neck and concealed under her shirt. As of now, that's where it was, just an inch above her growing pair of breasts. If she dropped it, would daddy dearest be distracted with all on his plate when reporters and detectives arrived at the office? What was she doing, if not using it? Why did she resort to put it to use as a repellent when she could end the search party he had going on for the hard drive? Why did she-?
She gasped when she distinctly reminded herself that he wasn't- Right, how can I ever forget? You will never be him.
"I'm in," Gwen had decided ultimately, having been on board for The Big One, the one grand heist that needed days' worth of planning, scheming, surveillance/reconnaissance, and more. They had the basic experience for it, but in a big place that was likely to be heavily guarded and crowded with multiple, potential witnesses, well, that was expert-level shit, a whole new level that they had not graduated to. Leia had known this, believing they were still rookies to pull it off, however perfect it would be. But Gwen and Marsha- why did they think otherwise when being on board? What was it that made them decide this would be it, the supposed Big One? Was it too early for it, or was the timing just right? The timing, where Leia wanted to wait until she was ready and comfortably cozy to look at the list of big scores they could take, and for obvious reasons, banks and jewelry stores were not set in their crosshairs. Nor did they have the firepower to do that shit, and agreed that would be crazy. Even worse, the appearance of two superspeed heroines had put the fear of God into the trio. Even as far away from New York as they were, they still had to he cautious and wary around their antics.
"You what the fuck?!" Leia slapped Gwen on the knee with medium force. "No, we'd be jumping into an insane hit! This isn't gonna be a random mugging case, it's the Tetherbys, not some person who can be so easily duped by my body!"
"Leia, what's with you?" Gwen inquired. "It's like you're actually scared-"
"What? Me? Ha, scared! Don't be so fucking ridiculous, we've come a long way with this, if I were scared-"
Marsha plopped her shoulders upward once. "Okay, then let's take them!" She shook away at the poster ad, covering the bottom half of her face. "Show us that you mean what you say!"
"Hmph!" Leia was challenged, but tricked into it. Her pride was too massive, and that which she could not afford to diminish even by one percent. She straddled her legs, concentrating her hands to her tiny hips, head leaning forward to Marsha's direction. "Oh, I will, and if we go down in history-"
"We're not gonna fall," Marsha assured, increasing her tone pitch. "And it'll only be one time! One time, Leia!"
Gwen crawled on her knees, moving her way to Leia and caressed her shoulders, massaging her in a suave and firmly gentle manner. "Baby, come on, you know we'd have to play in the big leagues eventually. Why not sooner than anticipated?" Her tender red lips pecked upon the back of Leia's neck, and then the brunette placed her body around the reluctant Leia, and actually thrusted her pelvis against the latter girl's sexy, yet underage booty. "Where did I put the dildo?"
Leia squealed and blushed hard red, forcing herself back. "Gweeeeeen!" Leia brought a hand to her mouth, letting the giggles fly about.
The brunette moved back, snickering her seductive laughter away while keeping her stare at precious little perky Leia. "Baby girl..." She grabbed Leia's top and dragged the sleeves downwards which brought the top to follow lead, exposing Leia's bare, tiny tits that Gwen had gotten hungry for. "Come to mama, doll baby..."
In a matter of moments, and a quick development too fast for Marsha to catch up on, Gwen had her whole head pressed against one of Leia's breasts, while a hand groped the other, fingers twirling the hardened nipple with great enjoyment for Leia. The cure blonde with pigtails moaned in sexual satisfaction, her own pale hands running amidst the skin of her marvelous, stunningly beautiful seductor once they dug their way under her clothes. And from there, Leia was soon eating Gwen out, having a taste of yummy, scrumptious pussy with a rather fishy odor that went along with it, the same one she had grown to familiarize herself with, an odor she had to endure while her tongue explored that narrow cave of moist meat all readied up with her name on it. Gwen twitched, reacting with bodily jumps and jerks when Leia placed her tongue in that particular sweet spot, closer steps to make her orgasm. And orgasm she most certainly did; she leaned diagonally backwards, closed her eyes and let the graceful feel of heaven come entering her body through Leia. She moaned with great satisfaction, cupping a hand to her breast. And then she finally thought to get fully naked, which was surprising to her as she figured she would have gotten off her clothes by then.
Marsha covered herself with blankets and turned away from the horny kitty cats, feeling awkward and somewhat embarrassed. I really need a boyfriend...
It went on for awhile, advancing to the two girls locked with each other in a sinful dance of physical passion when they, having stripped themselves free from their clothes. Their young bodies entangled with each other's own, soft skin being felt by their lustful embrace. Gwen had her way, scissoring her partner and squirting the secreted liquids from her body. They both let out orgasmic, sexually content sighs and moans, getting hot somewhere along the way. Gwen's pair of boobs, tanner ones in comparison to Leia's, bobbed more. Leia pulled Gwen by her arms and leaned back, taking the brunette with her. Again, they regrouped closer, and Gwen let her mouth, those perfectly suave lips, run down the jungle of Leia's body for her to explore again. The same routes, the same encounter, and the perfect chest she could agree to not only see, but feel, which was only due to Geen never being lain with another woman to know. But for her, and vice versa, the two were damn perfect for each other. Perfect now, but really, it wasn't like that. It never was, but they had their fun again, and let themselves believe that they were in love again, and the cycle would continue from there. Come tomorrow, when they woke up stained and naked next to each other, it would be different. It would be the reality, and it would be that which Leia hated the most.
Hated, because Gwen didn't go past that tunnel that led into the grand heaven they knew they could have. Leia wanted it, had known what she wanted, and hoped that she'd get it. She was the one that went further, coming into the figurative clearing of the vast, open field. A grassy landscape with the sun's rays casting downwards unto her, and only her. Behind her, Gwen was there, and would be there hiding from it, denying herself that which could ascend to true love to blossom between them. She did not take it, a mystery with the answer lost on Leia. And they would often be sharing at each other in question, both of them trying to make it so that they understood the other and figure it out. Their only compromise would not be one for long. One fine day, come tomorrow, Gwen would no longer be letting Leia eat her out and have sex with her.
Teenage girls, am I right?
The last one of the two to fall asleep would be Leia, laying awake right underneath the naked Gwen who used her breasts as pillows, adjusting herself quite a few times, moving the sheets as she did so. It took long enough for her to catch up to the nap, and by then, they were snoring lightly, and Marsha had begun to look into the Tetherby heist as the girls slept.
Later
Gwen came out of the shower, drying her hsir with a white towel while a second one covered up her upper body. "Alright, so what are we looking at?" She sat down on the edge of the bed she shared with Leia while the latter girl remained laid on the bed when she had finished hers.
Marsha coughed to clear her throat before she started sharing her findings. "This party is a yearly thing, thrown for Lord Tetherby's grandkids, which means only three. Paige Tetherby, Kathleen Tetherby, and Ryan Tetherby. Three parties every year at the Tetherby Manor in Royal Woods, Michigan, and family is always a certainty- all families tied to the Tetherby clan, and not just by blood. Here..." She tossed her phone into Leia's hands, phone opened to YouTube, playing a video of someone having filmed about twenty minutes of one of the previous parties. "Nightly ones, going for hours, even up past midnight."
The party in view did not seem like a child-oriented party, but that of an adult get-together, an odd case for some kid's birthday bash. "Hmmmm..." Leia sat up and moved to the edge, showing Gwen. "Look."
"Even up past midnight...?" Gwen repeated, bringing it into question. "These don't have time-stamps-"
"But Facebook does, and there are a lot of posts of them. Ten o'clock, ten-thirty. Eleven. Twelve-forty-five! Various people, and not just family! It won't be hard to get in! Maybe we could sneak in but we'd have to dress for the occasion to fit in with the crowd. We'd have to do scout runs on the house, get the blueprints, and mark the drop places-"
"We know what to do," Leia eased, pressing a finger to her lips. "Callate la pinche voca!"
"You spent too much time with that Mexican girl..." Gwen pulled the phone away and paused the video, returning the device to Marsha. "Okay, but Michigan is a long drive, and I am not road-trip ready!"
Marsha checked her fingernails, and then shifted her head around the room. Finally, she turned back to Gwen. "Are you ready now?"
The wet girl exhaled and formed a goofy smile. "Of course I am! Hang on, I just gotta get dressed..." And Gwen winked to Leia, another tease that played into her feelings.
"Oh, you...-" Leia watched as Gwen dropped her towel, displaying her naked body out in the open.
Marsha twitched and eyed a different direction, grunting. "You guys are really like cat and mouse, you know that?"
Gwen reached for one of three blue medium-sized suitcases placed right by the dresser in front of the beds, dragging it to her bed. Leia scooted to the corner, helplessly staring at the merciless Gwen's features. "Please stop-"
Gwen began quickly dressing back up, choosing a pink shirt with no bra underneath, and over it, a teal hooded sweater, along with black leggings and jean shorts that really brought out her ass, these ones being the type she loved to wear. Once that was over, Gwen further poked the trapped bear by placing a foot on the bed and running a hand on her thigh and dragging it upwards in the most seductive way possible, making googly eyes at Leia in the process. "Later-"
Leia crossed her arms, turning red from either anger or lust. "Oh, I'm going to strap the dildo on me and I'm going to fuck you like a man," she promised without realizing what she had said.
Gwen and Marsha gave each other funny looks, both of them having raised their eyebrows.
"Oh my God, I've gone this far..." Leia realized.
"We'd best get going," Marsha reminded them, pointing a thumb to the exit. "The sooner, the faster we'll reap the rewards, and I so want to get all we can milk them dry for, and after that, no more. I want to be done, don't you gals wish so too?"
"I mean..." Leia gulped, rubbing at her arm. "I've had fun doing these, and I enjoyed running with you..." She advanced to the door without so much as a foostep, going to put her pink Sketchers brand sneakers on. "It's amazing how we haven't been caught, it's like some force is telling us we shouldn't stop for shut, but this job, this... Targeting of actual rich, powerful folk, is that our final X-marks-the-spot officially?"
"Yes, Leia, we can be done forever, and now we can focus on..." Gwen raised a finger, pointing to the nightstand in between the beds, where the necklace containing the hard drive was resting upon. "You know what we need to do..."
Leia made a look of discontent. "I... Yeah, my... Father-" Her head drooped down, expressing fear and some faint misery, visible by the other's eyes. They reached to her and Gwen gave her a friendly consolation via a simple hand-to-shoulder reliever with a smile. "Th-thanks."
"Leia, you know we love you, but you know what you've gotta do," Marsha heavily implored.
"Yeah, well..." She sighed and moved up from the bed, trying to elude the hell of her thoughts and mind. "It's going to become hell for both us and him, just to be clear."
"I know the nature of our situation, yes," Marsha nodded to, keeping her serious face intact. "I'm willing to take it, whatever the shit will be, and I won't leave your side."
"Neither will I," admitted Gwen. "Whatever Mayor Shit-father throws your way, we'll take on together, and that's a promise! The three of us, the...- Say, we need a name for ourselves, girls! Maybe a group codename, you know, like-"
Marsha flapped her bottom lip with a finger, considering it. "Well, I don't see why not! We only live once, right?" Her eyes pushed past the two girls, centering on the blue luggage they've brought with them. "Blue... Blue... Ladies?"
"Ladies? How about girls?" Leia suggested.
"Sense of empowerment is critical," Gwen thought. "We girls have a place just as much as the men do! So, with that being said..."
Leia and Marsha awaited for Gwen to drop the name.
"Blue dames!" Gwen launched her arms into the air, waving them side to side with a great enthusiastic attitude.
Act II: Blood Ties, Chapter VI: Blue Dames
March 18th, 2030
The black drone, a thousand-dollar design with high-end features, flew around Tetherby Manor and kept its distance from being spotted. Marsha was controlling the thing, and zoomed its camera to the maximum it could zoom. The windows were transparent if not opened, fortunate for them at the time. "There's also a kitchen on the second floor! Left side of it, second window!"
"Marked!" Gwen was in the back seat, writing up the schematics of the house. The front and right side had been done, the gathering of the layout going in a clockwise position. "Good exit?"
"There's a row of hedges down there, good landing spots, totally chevy."
"Chevy indeed," Gwen agreed with joy. They were parked three blocks away down the street, surveying the target abode from inside their whip. "Less than ten days on it, are you stoked? Cause, I know I am!"
Marsha drew the drone more to the left, controlling it with her phone. "Place is so fucking wide- Oh, hey, I've got a room here..." At the back end, Marsha came across a room, a girl-oriented one at that, decorated with pink custom walls, boy band posters, and a queen bed with Disney princess covers and two pillows set at the bed with some exquisite craftsmanship on its boards. "A girl's room, Mark it!"
"Marked! Is that it-?"
"The whole backyard remains to be seen," Marsha reminded her, flying the drone further into the manor. Then, she stopped and let the drone remain still when she saw a collective of folk assembled on the field. Two men were seemingly talking, and the rest of the people, all men, were lined up closer to the house. Guards. These were guards. Flying closer, in a lower altitude, she recognized Lord Tetherby as one of the men, and- "Holy shit, that's..."
Gwen leaned over from the backseat and took a glance over Marsha's shoulder. "That's Peter McMahon, that state senator dude! What the hell is he doing there with Tetherby? I didn't know they were friends...?"
Marsha shook her head. "News says they were having a feud over Kapacity Korp for a few weeks now."
"Huh?" Gwen wasn't one who watched or read news that often, but Marsha, the brainiac girl of the trio, was. "Why for?"
"Didn't you know? Tetherby wants to buy out Kapacity Korp, take control of it, and McMahon has lost his proverbial shit over it cause he wants to buy it himself for some reason. I guess they realized they've undermined Korp's value, can't blame them for that. Vial Corp and Mandel Industries are the top two science firms across the nation."
Gwen tried to catch up to Marsha, but found that she was not on her level. "Uh-huh... So, why are they meeting here? And for what reason?"
"I seriously don't know, maybe this is some meeting regarding it. Maybe Tetherby is stepping aside?" Marsha pulled back the drone. "We can't get a visual with them in sight, I'll just have to delay it for tomorrow, but we've got enough, right?"
Gwen returned to the back seat with the sheet in her hand. "All entry slash exit points are located and that's excluding the chimney. Now, the second floor points are the suitable exit strats for us, but getting in there will be just as hard. Wanna try sneaking in or going in through legitimate means?"
Just then, Leia arrived with a cupholder tray containing three large drinks from a nearby Jamba Juice. "Hey babes, what's chevy?"
"Just in time, Leia!" Gwen snatched her mango drink, sipping away after jamming the straw inside. "Marsha has stumbled into a conspiracy."
"Con... What?" Leia put hers and Marsha's drinks in the car's cup holders, abandoning the tray to the back. "What are you taking about?"
"Tetherby and Peter McMahon is what," Marsha filled in. "He's literally here, doing-"
"Ah, uh-" Leia held a finger up to Marsha. "I don't know who that is..."
And the black girl sank back into her chair, rolling her eyes. "How are we friends?"
"Hey, politics are complicated, why do people bother?" Leia sipped her chocolate drink in tiny gulps.
"You're not participating, it's just listening to the news," Marsha countered logically.
"Eh, I'd rather watch Victoria's Secret stuff," the blonde brushed off. "I wanna look good for The One, you know?" Gwen choked midway, driving a smile to Leia's face, and she had to pretend she didn't notice.
"Leia, you are so..." Marsha bopped her on the head once, clicking her tongue. "Anyways, we've covered the outer surveillance and assessed all entrances."
"Glamorous shit!" Leia exclaimed happily. "I went around and heard the word on the street about it. Hella teens are talking about this party, and apparently this Paige girl pleaded to dear old granddad to let her invite many of her friends, classmates and whoever else she could bring into it. At no doubt there'll have to be strangers, so like, we're looking at a Project X scenario."
Gwen snorted. "Way to compare our plans to media, girl."
Leia stuck her tongue out at the backseater. "Whatever, the point is, it'll be big and we might get in easily, our only lucky pass. Then from there-"
March 26, 2030 - 8:52 PM
Gwen chose a dark red dress and silver high-heels, with these damned heels giving her feet a problematic walking stance. She was accompanied by Leia, the latter girl wearing something more formal; an orange mini shirt that revealed her skin, and any shorter would have also dropped visible underboob to appease the male masses inside, and that came along with white yoga pants and plain sneakers. The night was only getting cold, and both of them had to shake it off if they wanted to drive away the attention. They walked along with other teenagers, girls dressed similarly to them, and some of the boys were in tuxedo suits or dressed like it was a hot day in Hawaii; no one had really known the dress code for the party, it seemed, but did anyone bat an eye? There were also some few adults here and there, those which both girls guessed had to be the Tetherby family members.
The manor was big- and guarded by security, as shown when two men in business-like suits stood like statues, watching over the many people coming to celebrate this sweet sixteen of the girl the Blue Dames did not know in any way at all. Right on the streets, both sides were crowded in traffic with the many cars scattered all over the place, and the "safe" assumption was made, this one being that no one from nearby homes would be leaving at these hours.
Blue Dames. What a name Leia wasn't really fancying yet. Pink Dames, now that sounded nice. No time to dwell on it, they entered in, coming into view of a crowd forming just before they got into the living room. They were greeted by a fat, elderly man, Lord Tetherby himself, with a microphone at hand, standing at the staircase just in front of them, circled on by the crowd of teenagers and adults. "Good evening, good evening! I'm sure you all know my name by now, so we can skip the pleasant formalities! Thank you for coming tonight, and I surely hope that you all have a great time of your young lives tonight! Now, without further ado-"
The doors that led further into the household were opened by the butlers on the Tetherby payroll, allowing the juveniles inside. The party had just begun, but there was no sign of the birthday girl, rather strange for Leia and Gwen to take notice of.
Minutes Later
Leia sipped some raspberry punch, looming over the crowd of talkers and dancers while some dubstep played from the stereos placed all over the wide living room. The party was too big that it had expanded to the kitchen and out to the backyard, but they remained put, mainly scoping for the movements of the guards. "Tetherby isn't in it, so he must be upstairs, right?"
"Oh, totally," Gwen agreed. "He surely must be old that he hates these social events... Erm, that would be a guess."
Leia tilted her head up. "So the rooms-"
"His is on the right, far end. Valuables there for sure, right?" Gwen leaned against the wall, sighing. "Marsha, oh Marsha, where art thou?"
"You know the deal, hon," Leia reminded her. "We don't know her when she arrives, she drinks a lot of beer and becomes the distraction. The rest you already know."
"Yeah, just as we've gone over it. Everyone tends to her and I scamper away with a guy... Or a girl. Welp, I guess I better make the most of it and find me a sucker."
"Hey..." Leia put down her punch back at the refreshment table. "Gwen, um... I- I want to be with you..."
For one second, they looked into each other's eyes deeply, but Gwen broke away the stare. "I know that, I know what you want, sweetie. This isn't the time-"
It pushed Leia then and there, compelling her to slap and lock a hand to her crush's wrist, gripping tightly with utmost seriousness. "We have time to kill, let's talk. Please, I'm fucking begging you."
The medium-haired brunette only scattered her eyes down, unsure of what to say. "Leia, don't-"
"How long will we be going at this? We're basically part of a light switch at this point, you keep us down and I don't! I want to steal your heart, I want to make you love me the way I do you, not to use me as a silly friends with benefits case!" She locked hands with Gwen, nearly crying. "I love you, I've been in love with you- Why aren't you-?"
And suddenly, much to Leia's surprise, Gwen snapped her hands away and took a step back, breathing heavily. "Because I don't like you like that..."
There it was, there was that heartbreaking truth of the matter, forced out of Gwen who was backed into the corner by her sex parter. The words, shiny daggers that struck into her heart invisibly. "...What? What do you mean you-?" She gulped and stopped herself, forcing a weird smile to cover up the heat of the pain that formed. Her face had gone hot, and she felt lightheaded quite a bit. It made no sense for poor little Leia.
"I'm sorry," Gwen muttered softly. "I just didn't know that until too late..."
And Leia was trying to find a reason to grin, to shove this wall away, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her for it, and there was so little she could do. "I can't believe you- You led me on-"
"Leia-" Gwen flinched at this, shaking her head to deny this. "No, that was not my intention! I'm sorry, I didn't-"
It was enough to make the blonde retreat, and that's exactly what she did; Leia broke away from their protocol, letting her feelings get the better of her. Gwen was unable to stop her, finding herself guilty enough that she didn't try to. It was her fault, and she understood that. All of these times giving Leia what she wanted- who could ever know she would fall for Gwen? That is to say, if it was love.
Leia was lost within the crowd in seconds.
"Shit!" Gwen berated herself. "Stupid, stupid!"
"I'll say," a voice replied near her. "You basically gave that cutie the middle finger!" Gwen turned to the voice,; a wavy-haired blonde girl in a purple dress and black heels couldn't help but smile and laugh at her, but she made them fade away seconds into their stare. "You gonna go after her? I would, she's pretty hot."
"You mind?" Gwen didn't like intruding bystanders.
"Yeah, I do," the girl scoffed, snorting with indirect hostility. "From what I can tell, you, what, led her on for how long? Massively fucked up if I do say so myself."
She sighed. "Wow, thanks for that. Klljoy."
"Hey, don't hang me for what you did," the random partygoer continued. "If you don't go, I will. Uh, say, what's her name?"
"That's Leia..." Gwen's brain worked again. "Wait, why am I telling you this? Who are you, anyway?"
"Oh, hey," the girl raised her arms up as if she was being arrested, "Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Allison. Allison Taggart."
"Full name formalities, huh? Is that even your real name, Allison?"
"You don't have to believe me, but it is. I'd show you my ID but I didn't bring it tonight."
Gwen raised an eyebrow. "A likely story..." Nevertheless, she shook Allison's hand. "Gwendolyn Harris, but just Gwen mainly."
"Oooh, I like that name," Allison complimented.
"Thanks..." Gwen shot her hesd to the crowd in an effort to spot Leia. Nothing. "There might be some truth to what you said. I fucked up and I know it."
"So then, go fix it," Allison giggled, almost mocking her. "Shouldn't be too hard, I'm sure."
"I don't know..." Gwen ran a finger to her hair and played with it, mind not all the way there. "I didn't want to hurt her, I really didn't."
"Understandable, but if this was your first time, you have more of a chance to wrap it up again. So go, Gwen. Go find her and make it up to her."
"How?"
Allison went up to Gwen, coming close. "Walk up to her like this, aaaand-" Allison then leaned her face to Gwen's and kissed her softly. The brunette's eyes widened momentarily, then closed to return Allison's advance. As they kissed, a couple of nearby partygoers hooted and cheered for these two members of the LGBT community. So much for keeping a low profile. Pulling back, Allison smiled widely. "Like that, see? Oh, and, you're a great kisser, what a bonus."
Gwen blushed. "Y-yeah... Okay, I-I guess I'd better-"
"Yes, of course. I'll see you later, I guess." Allison helped herself to some punch, drinking away as Gwen entered the sea of teenagers, pushing right into the crowd. She looked around for Leia here, and when she didn't find her, she led herself to the extended parts of the wide rave-like festive. And Leia was located, sitting upon the counter of the kitchen, watching other couples make out around her. Gwen joined her, taking notice that Leia's eyeliner had come undone, making a pair of black, smear messes around her eyes. "Hey..."
Leia didn't take her eyes off the lovers around her.
"Leia, I'm sorry," Gwen apologized. "I never meant to hurt you like this. Please don't think I was just messing with your head... I do love it when we..." She looked at the other teens sucking face with each other. "Well, you know, that. And I don't know, Leia. I don't know if I could ever amount to what you want. I feel like you just want the one thing, and I want more..." She delved into deeper territory. "I want to do more before I commit myself to someone... To you-"
Leia winced.
"I know you want to jump in, but I feel like that's too fast for us, and it's... It's like almost entrapment for me. I... I do have feelings for you, Leia. I really do. But, I don't want a relationship yet."
"Yet," Leia repeated. "Is that-?"
"I just want more time-"
"What if you forget? And if we fade?" Leia had begun to poke her own fears at Gwen. "What if you-?"
"Leia, no... I won't be like them, I could never-" Gwen took her by the hands and dragged her back down on her feet. "Marsha and I have been with you, and we'll all walk to the ends of the earth, that's always been the promise I don't ever want to break." She kissed her forehead.
"You..." Leia stuttered. "More time... Why?"
"Because..." Gwen sniffed. "I want to live. I'm scared shitless, Leia. All the time, cause of what we do. Tonight is the end of our era, and we get to live after this. You, me and Marsha, Leia! We'll be free from this, and-"
Leia involuntarily stopped Gwen's speech and shoved her mouth into hers, and they kissed as lovers this time. Lovers who showed bits of themselves, rendering themselves as fragile humans for each other. Girls who had known what they wanted, and also when they wanted it. Leia, never liking it, but had to compromise so that Gwen could run freely. And Gwen, still fulfilling for Leia however she could, cause if anything, Leia needed the both of them, the medicine to her sick being.
Pulling back, Gwen uttered the three words into Leia's ear. "I love you."
And Leia squeaked like the little girl she was inside.
Later
The static of a microphone echoed back at the entrance, and this brought most of the teenagers and adults to assemble to the noise. Meanwhile, Marsha had not shown up yet, and Leia and Gwen were getting impatient. "Not like her to be late."
"I don't know, maybe she's hit a roadblock?" Gwen thought as she and Leia pursued the crowd.
At the staircase, Tetherby- and the special guest of a man with short, brown hair, a thick mustache, glasses, and in a nice tuxedo suit, were assembled to make some sort of announcement. And yet, the birthday girl had still not shown up yet. Things were getting stranger by the second. No Marsha, no Paige, and the appearance of- "Hey, that's that one guy, uh, Petey McLaughlin?"
"No, Peter McMahon," Gwen corrected. "This has got to be a follow-up to what we saw back then."
"Good evening, younglings," Tetherby spoke into the mic, "I hope you've been having a good time, but I wanted to pause this very briefly to make a special announcement. Now, as some of you have been watching on the news, my good friend Peter and I have been quarreling over who gets to buy the science firm Kapacity Korp. Well, all that ends tonight officially-"
Leia turned around, trying to spot the guards. Only, there weren't any, a really unnerving fact when it should have been decorated with them, considering a powerful figure was in their presence. "Hey," sje whispered to Gwen, "No guards around."
"What?" Gwen followed lead and glanced counter-clockwise. Leia was right. "What does this mean?"
"-I am pleased to announce a partnership between me and McMahon, in which we have both agreed to settle our differences and combine our funds to buy Kapacity Korp!"
And then, a wave of cheers and claps filled the air, an atmosphere of good vibes and fortune that were sent their way. And then the shooting, the sound of jackhammers going off at once, had started just as soon as the announcement had been made. The state senator fell first, being struck by the shooter. The panicked screaming started just as soon as the rounds started flying, and Every one was retreating either to the exit or further back into the manor. Gwen, frozen stiff, looked to the source of the shooting; a muzzle flash from above only told her the shooter was looking down at the from the roof, a custom-made hole fit for the occasion.
It didn't stop there, as the shooter, concealed in the dark of the night, fired at Tetherby, fiddling his body with a hailstorm of bullets. It pierced him, sending him falling down the stairs as he left a mess of blood behind him on the steps. He groaned and wheezed until he stopped rolling, and by the time he was down on the floor, he died from his neck being snapped.
Leia grabbed Gwen and dragged her out while running. "STOP FUCKING STARING!"
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" They raced to the streets alongside others who scattered in various directions. Marsha was the one with the car, and they had no idea where she was at the moment.
Then, Leia received a call from Marsha. "Hey, hey!"
"Answer it! Holy shit, holy shit, did- Did that just happen?! Did we just survive that?!"
"Marsha, where the fuck are you?!" Leia screamed into her phone.
"Down the street, her car is parked on the third block from the Tetherby place. She's in the trunk, unconscious. Don't ever call this phone again."
"Wait, what?!" But the caller had hung up before Leia got anymore insight. "H-hello?!"
"What did Marsha say?"
Leia sprinted to the directions given to her. "Run over here!"
When they found Marsha's car, Leia went in quickly to open the trunk with a button found on the underside. Inside, there was the black girl, mouth duct taped, hands tied behind her back, and underneath her, multiple photographs of the three commiting their theft crimes, and then a message taped on her back. Leia took it, a folded paper she opened;
We know who you are, we know what you've done. Tonight you serve your true purpose. Run, little girls.
"Oh, my God..." Leia went ghostly pale, becoming a statue as Gwen ripped off the duct tape from Marsha's face, causing her to scream out.
"Sorry, sorry!" Gwen puffed. "Here, let me get you-!" She picked up Marsha from her shoulders and dragged her upper body out. "Stand up when I pull you out!"
"No shit!" Marsha was out of there in seconds, and was soon standing. "Oh, God... Oh, God, I-"
"What happened?! Who did this to you?!"
"Who?!" Marsha was flabbergasted to have been asked such a dumbass question. "Look at these pictures! Someone not only knows, but has been following us to use this against us! And that same person, they knocked me the fuck out just as I was coming into the house! Next thing I knew, I was in a trunk, suffocating! Oh, my God, the shooting. I heard the shooting... I was scared-"
Gwen untied Marsha free from the ropes, letting them fall on the ground. "Get in, I'll explain this shit inside.
The girls got in and Marsha started the engine, quickly driving off into the night, just as a patrol of cop cars and an ambulance raced their way to the Tetherby Manor. "Shit, that's not chevy at all!"
"How did this happen?" Leia was hitting paranoia hours. "What is this all about?!"
"Hang on, we'll get to the bottom of this! Shit, what- This wasn't supposed to..."
They were freaking out, expressing wide fear, almost getting into the tears. Whatever happened, they'd soon find out, and when they did, they'd come to know that they had entered a whole new playing field, full of more dangerous foes. They'd come to know that, the second they escaped their own small lives, this was the fate destiny had planned for them. This was the dawn of a new tomorrow.
McMahon opened his eyes, having survived the apparent assassination attempt. The Kevlar body armor stopped all the bullets, but it still hurt him enough to fall backwards by force. That was the power of an M16 at work. And just in front of him, below the stairs, the assassin himself was there, one of a short stature, and concealed in dark clothing and a black ski mask. "You've done well," he told the assassin. "Now Kapacity Korp will be in Vial's hands in secrecy. You have done me proud..."
The hired hands took off his mask, and revealed himself to not be a male, but a female. Allison Taggart herself, and no other. "Thanks, uncle. Gave you all I know about the three girls, am I done here?"
"Rifle up on the nest as planned?" He inquired.
"And with the black girl's fingerprints, too. Let's see what the media has to say about that."
"Yes, indeed," McMahon agreed. "Return to the Black Network and report to Lisa. She will give you a new assignment."
"Sure thing," Allison triumphed, waving her corrupt uncle goodbye in the meantime. She then pulled back her left sleeve, revealing a metal watch-like device. With a few turns and taps on it, a swirling blue portal expanded into the air, allowing her to disappear inside.
Now, Vial Corporation had backstage access to all of Kapacity Korp's assets and data, but only the very second McMahon made the hard purchase. And with Tetherby now dead, no one stood in the way from Lisa Loud's ever-expanding dream. No one.
Paige was the fool who didn't want it at first. She locked herself in while it went on downstairs. Every single one of them, having fun. Friends, family, and random strangers. It wasn't until the shooting had begun where she found a reason to step out of her comfort zone, and looked down at the body of her dear old grandfather, destroyed savagely by the sight of this. McMahon was still there, looking down on Tetherby, and she assumed it was out of pity, a grieving state.
She let out a cry and ran to his body. She thought she could resurrect him with her cries, the words of her begging him to return to life. But he wasn't going to, and he never would again. Him, Reginald Tetherby, who threw this whole party for her, and she merely spat in his face by not coming down. The very last thing she said to him wirelessly, and now he was gone. Gone, leaving the world thinking she hated him. "Grandpa! Grandpa, please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Her tiny tears fell upon his body, just when it was soaked with more than enough blood.
And then she starts wandering into the dark when she thought about it.
Vengeance's flames were born, igniting in her.