FOUR

CELESTE

T he 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 me to 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 me wide 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.

Liv's fingers are no longer beneath my skirt because they're currently in his hand. He pulls them up to his face, sticks out his tongue and licks them, his eyes never leaving mine. Behind me, Liv moans and grinds her pussy into my ass. He's sucking her finger clean while his green eyes bore into me and Liv grinds into me from behind.

Well fuck, this is kinda' hot.

"Mmm. You taste as good as you look, sexy girl." His voice is not as deep or rough as I'd like, but no one's perfect, right?

"Let me try," Liv says before pouncing on him. She pushes her lips eagerly against his.

Both of their hands are roaming over every inch of me, touching and teasing, as we all grind together, their lips locked together over my shoulder. Breaking apart, Liv sucks in a deep breath before moving her mouth back to mine. Her tongue sweeps through my mouth with such need and desire that I might lose myself completely. But then I'm pulled away from her as one mouth is replaced by another. His tongue is bigger, stronger, and attacks my mouth fiercely.

"That's it, babe. Take both of us like a good girl," Liv whispers in my ear as her hand returns beneath my skirt.

I shriek as she shoves a finger inside me and begins pumping in and out, but the noise is swallowed up by the man in front of me. We're a grinding mess of fingers and tongues and fluids and I know I should care that we're in the middle of a crowded club but I don't. I totally give in and let myself enjoy this pleasure. Sober me will worry about the consequences tomorrow.

Mr. Stranger has both of his hands on my hips, guiding me as I grind against Liv's hand. My eyes close and my head falls back against Liv's shoulder. Heat starts to build in my core and it feels so good.

"Is she wet?" he asks Liv, an almost desperate plea in his voice.

"Why don't you join me in here and find out for yourself?"

I suddenly tense at her words. Sure, I've had more than one finger inside me before but never two different people's fingers. Double penetration in public might be a little too much, even in my fucked up state. But before I have time to think about it too much, Liv's mouth returns to my neck, kissing me in the exact spot that she knows turns me into Jello.

"Relax babe," she coos in between kisses on my neck, "let us make you feel good."

I can't help but give in as the man in front of me releases one of his hands from my hip and slowly trails it down my body. He quickly slips it beneath the hem of my skirt and slides one digit under my thong. He circles my clit roughly, the sensation making my hips buck. Between Liv's finger inside me, his on my clit, both of their other hands roaming my body, it's almost too much. Yet, it's also not enough.

"Please," I groan as I desperately grind into their hands, trying to chase my imminent release.

"Such a needy slut," he growls before roughly shoving his finger inside me alongside the one already pumping me towards climax.

"Holy shit!" I nearly scream as they both continue to pump their fingers in and out of me in an alternating rhythm, not giving my most sensitive nerves a second between pleasured strokes.

My eyes shoot open and when they do, I watch as Liv and Mr. Stranger make out again over my shoulder. Their tongues seem to be twisting against each other in the same rhythm that their fingers are pumping into me. Every sensation is heightened by the ecstasy and the fact that we're doing this in public and I know I can't last much longer.

"Please," I moan as I furiously grind against them. My climax is just within reach and I'm about to topple over the edge.

"Come for us babe," Liv whispers in my ear before her tongue traces a path along the outer shell of my ear. Mr. Stranger's mouth sucks roughly against the exposed column of my neck. Both their fingers pump in and out of me at an almost painful, yet entirely pleasurable pace.

The boiling pleasure crescendos and I come harder than I ever have. My whole body goes rigid as wave upon wave of pleasure shoots through me. I grab onto Mr. Stranger's arm to hold myself up as I crash into bliss.

I come back down slowly, their fingers continuing to move to coax every last wave of pleasure out of me. Slowly, still holding on to the man—whose name I don't even know—for support, I open my eyes. My lids are heavy as my body still reels from my release, but when I finally look up I lock eyes with someone across the room.

The Devil is watching me.