Page 4 of The Devil in Disguise

She must agree with her friend because they raise their mugs in mock cheers. “It’s gonna be a fucking good night. I can feel it!”

Oh, if she only knew how good I’m going to make this night for her.

The door opens as someone enters the coffee shop, causing a breeze to waft through the store, and I catch a whiff of my girl’s perfume. It’s sweet, but musky. Floral but with a darkness underneath, just like her. Fuck, it’s delicious. I can’t help but imagine licking up her throat to taste her. Feeling her writhe beneath me as I lick and suck and bite the column of her neck until she’s a mess of desire beneath me. Her plump breasts pushed against the hard wall of my chest, begging to be teased and tortured.

I know she’s a means to an end and that I have a job to do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play a little with her first. Because,well, she’s fucking hot as hell. The girl is tall and lean and has an incredible rack. Even in the button down she wore to work today, you can tell underneath she’s got big, beautiful breasts. Her dark hair is shiny and looks so soft that I’m tempted to reach out and twirl one of her soft curls around my hand right now and pull. I know enough about her from all my surveillance to know she’d thoroughly enjoy me pulling her hair to get her into whatever position I wanted.

Fuck, I made myself hard imagining all the things I’m going to do to my little angel. I covertly adjust myself underneath the table, trying to get a little relief against the tight confines of my zipper. The things I intend to do to this girl are downright dirty and I know she will love every fucking second of it. That’s the entire point.

Celeste is not a trusting nor warm person. I’ve been watching her for a while now and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about her, it’s that she’s cautious. She keeps people at a distance and has very few that she’s close to. But she’s also curious and that’s going to be the way I get to her. Curiosity killed the cat after all.

Luke responds, causing my phone to vibrate in my hand and pulling me out of my thoughts.

Yeah man, I still have them. What do you have in mind for tonight?

My girl suddenly stands, giving me a perfect view of her plump, round ass in those ridiculous jeans. Oh my sweet girl, the things I intend to do to that ass. I can see now why Mr. Barista Bitch couldn’t stop himself from staring, but he and everyone else need to learn that she’s mine now.

Both girls deposit their empty mugs in a bus tub by the door. They talk and smile as they walk to the door, but at the last moment, before my raven-haired angel follows her friend outthe door, she turns and our eyes lock. Her hazel eyes are filled with a dark need that I know all too well.

Oh, sweet angel, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight.

FOUR

CELESTE

The E is finally kicking in and I’m starting to feel good. Really fucking good actually. It’s like the music pumping through my headphones is going straight into my nervous system and lighting up every single neural connection throughout my body. I can feel the electric spark thrumming through me in time with the beat of the bass. I fucking love this feeling.

Our ride share dropped us off at the club, the Jager, about twenty minutes ago and if it wasn’t for the drugs and alcohol in my system, I’d definitely be feeling claustrophobic in here already. It’s packed tonight with a variety of Heaven and Hell themed patrons in costume. The bar is twenty-one and up only, and close enough to the college that it’s mostly just twenty something’s crowding the dance floor and slinging back shots at the bar. I can be completely free without worrying about a nosey student or parent catching me tonight.

The room is completely silent except for the sounds of clothing brushing up against each other while couples grind and heels clicking on the floor. That is, until you put on your headphones and connect to the wireless DJ booth. Then the music pounds into your ears in rhythm with the flashing strobe lights. It’s dark and smoky in the club, creating a perfect atmosphere for dancing and debauchery. Halloween decorations cover the walls in a gruesome display of blood and horror. The large bar situated against one wall is covered in caution tape and all the staff are wearing Scream masks. Everyone in here is in some type of fiendish costume; a writhing sea of saints and sinners surrounds me. It’s fucking awesome.

Liv’s hands are snaked around my hips, pushing and pulling me to move in rhythm with her. She’s dressed in red and black with a striking smoky eye—a slutty devil costume. And I’m in my white lace corset with a white satin miniskirt to go with it. My makeup is soft and glittery. I finished off my innocent look with a light pink gloss. We’re our own slutty version of Heaven and Hell tonight. We got ready and pregamed at her house before heading out. I probably had more shots than I should have before even leaving her house, but whatever, it’s my favorite holiday and we’re still young and fun.

I’ve scanned the room several times and we’re arguably the hottest girls here tonight. I’ve already caught several men eyeing us as we move across the room, so there should be absolutely no reason why we’d be going home alone. A smirk pulls at my lips as I think about how my therapist would tell me that I’m seeking out male attention to fill a void or some shit. They might even be right. I am screwed up. A shitty childhood will do that to a person, but there’s worse coping mechanisms than sex with hot men.

I feel a slight twinge of guilt that I blew off Miss Goodie Two Shoes and her fucking kid’s haunted house shit she wanted meto stay and help set up. But tonight is going to be amazing. I can feel it.

We sway together to the song flowing through our headphones. Liv’s nails dig into the flesh of my hips through my skirt, pulling me back against her. I rub my ass against her, grinding on her. E makes Liv exceptionally horny, and while she usually turns her sexual energy towards the closest dick she can find, we’ve occasionally messed around together. My grinding is clearly pushing her over the edge because her hands begin to slowly move down my sides as her mouth finds my neck. She licks and sucks and nips at my neck, making me moan. Good thing no one can hear me. That’s the thing about a silent rave, everyone’s lost in their own world. I close my eyes and let the music and sensation of Liv’s touch wash over me, until my headphone is ripped from my ear.

“Babe, your ass is driving me crazy here,” Liv practically moans into my now open ear. “Please.”

I smirk, knowing exactly how crazy I’m driving her. She’s begging for me and I’m so fucked up myself that I’m more than happy to grant her request.

“Yeah, girl. I need some relief too. But you have to take care of me first. It’s my turn anyway.” I’m almost whispering into her mouth our faces are so close.

She nods her head in silent agreement before I crash my lips against hers, savoring her soft and full lips. I always forget how much better girls are at kissing than men. Men usually just try to take quickly and aggressively before sticking their dick inside you. But girls are soft and affectionate. They take their time exploring. And that’s exactly what Liv’s doing as her tongue twists in rhythm with mine. One of her hands continues to snake down my body until she reaches the hem of my skirt and finds her way underneath. Her fingers quickly sneak beneath my thong and spread open my folds. Using two fingers to keep mewide open for her, she runs her middle finger down my length.

“Fuck, babe, you’re fucking soaked!” she groans against the shell of my ear as her finger begins to lightly circle my clit.

A moan slips past my lips as my friend starts stroking just the right spot. Everything inside me feels like it’s pulsating with pleasure and a part of me knows that it’s the E doing its thing, but it’s also the music still thrumming in my remaining headphone, the lights strobing in through my blown out pupils, the heat of all the bodies in the room, the smell of sin and sweat mixing together. I’m totally overstimulated but in the best possible way. The drugs in my system are helping me relax as I let go and give myself over to pleasure.

Suddenly, Liv’s hand is no longer on me, leaving me wet and wanting. I open my eyes to see what’s going on and realize someone’s joined us. Liv is still behind me but in front of me is some guy I’ve never seen before. He’s not very tall but attractive enough, with slicked-back dirty blond hair.

“You’re really fucking hot.”

Wow, what a line dude.

I register the words he’s saying and the feeling of his hand on my hip but it all feels far away, like I’m watching it happen to someone else. I cock my head, unable to get my brain and mouth to fully cooperate together.

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