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To The Day I Die ((AtomBombBaby x Daleen))

Daleen

Daleen

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Joined
Jun 22, 2010
Location
Virginia
Marissa could feel her heart thundering in her chest as she stepped off the bus, her left hand instinctively rubbing at the currently bare spot on her right wrist that usually held her monitor, now thankfully vacant. She was confident if she were wearing it right now it would be screaming at her, and she'd be forced to go for an overnight stay at the hospital for yet another fun night of monitoring and blood tests. She shuddered at the thought, the scent of rubbing alcohol and sterility burning in her nose just at the thought of that place. Fortunately, or perhaps not, the scent pulled from memory was washed away by the scent of the city around her as she stepped onto the sidewalk, the recent rain bringing all the fetid scent of city life to her nose, a sickly sweet rotten odor that had her freckle spotted nose crinkling in distaste while she looked around. She let out a small squeak of surprise as she was pushed forward by the person getting off the bus after her moving impatiently past her, bumping into her as she stepped forward to catch herself from stumbling, and she took another to give anyone else room to leave. While part of her was annoyed, another part of her enjoyed it, that invisibility, as if she weren't there at all, just someone in the way. It was so starkly different then the eyes of doctors, nurses, students, and on occasion documentary crews all bearing their gaze down upon her making her feel so...inhuman. Here she was just like everyone else, just another person on the street, nobody looking at her like a lab rat, or worse, with nothing but pity in their eyes, knowing her entire life would be nothing more than a chapter for most others.

She looked around herself, checking her surroundings as her shoulder length coppery hair swayed with the turn of her head, her grassy green eyes standing out brightly against her ghostly pale skin, only highlighted by the spattering of freckles that stood out clearly across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, set against the stark whiten backdrop of her pale skin which seemed as though it had never known the sun's existence. Her gaze focused as she saw the road signs of the intersection the bus had stopped at, and turned to check her direction while pulling her thick black hoodie tighter around herself, the fabric doing what it could to shield her from the chill autumn air whipping up some stray garbage along the street behind the bus as it pulled away. With her goal in mind and a direction confirmed, she moved along the sidewalks, her plain white sneakers carrying her soundlessly along aside from the occasion crinkle of litter as it fell under her steps. She lifted her head at each intersection she came across, pausing on occasion to pull out her phone from her hoodie's pocket to double check she was going the right direction until she no longer needed it, as she began to hear the thumping of bass, muffled by the walls of the building but undeniably heavy and loud enough to only belong to a club. She confirmed her guess as she turned the corner and spotted a line of people just outside a single red door set into a large brick building, easily four stories tall with a neon sign proclaiming itself the 'Cherchez La Femme'. A club catering to a specific clientelle, easily guessed by the line being packed full of women of all sorts and shapes. Considering the sub category of the club, she could only imagine what some of them were wearing under all their long coats, though she didn't have to imagine with some who were bold enough to face mother nature's autumn chill with courage, clad in outfits she wasn't sure were really allowed to be worn in public, and if so they certainly teetered on the line.

For a moment she felt discouraged, wondering if she would even be able to get in, but she knew she had one trick that worked on almost everyone everywhere. She strolled forward, her tiny five foot three slender form barely even reaching the chest of the bouncer at the door. She gently tapped the larger woman's shoulder, her shoulders raising up as she found herself shrinking under the larger woman's sudden attention, before she bit her lip and held out a laminated card. On it were a few symbols of some rather prestigous medical institutions, as well as a summary surmounting to one thing. Marissa was dying, and sooner rather than later. She certainly had the bouncers attention now, and she used this to explain herself, how she wanted to experience a taste of life while she had the chance, without going into to much detail about her situation. It was clear she had at the very least earned the bouncer's pity, along with a healthy helping of puppy eyes, she knew she'd won when the bouncer sighed, and nodded her head, opening the door for Marissa who flinched as she was suddenly bombarded with the full force of the club's speaker system. With the card back in her hand, she tucked her small plain black wallet back into her hoodie pocket and stepped inside, her breath catching in her throat as she was suddenly transported from the chilly autumn air into the heat of the club, the combination of climate control mixed with the heat of a swelling crowd of bodies on the dancefloor just feet from the entrance, she stood there frozen, her eyes roaming across the beautiful people, some wearing finery suited for a gala, while others wearing so little she wasn't sure why they'd bothered dressing at all!

She found herself instinctively pressing in against the wall, her heart now hammering in her chest as she debated to herself weather this had been a good idea after all, almost all of her senses overwhelmed. She stood there, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the mass of people while she looked around, trying to figure out what she would do next. Finally she decided that she'd already come this far...and it wasn't as if the bus back home was going to be showing up for another few hours, she might as well get herself a drink. The thought of that perked her up a bit...she'd never had a drink before. Gods know what her doctors would say if they ever found out she had, she could already hear them lecturing her now about how controlled her diet had to be, as if that wasn't the same for every single aspect of her life. That bitter reality helped strengthen her resolve, and she found it easier to move as she pushed herself off and away from the wall, though not to far as she used it to guide herself around the crowd, keeping herself in the shadows of the ring of the building's interior, only occasionally having to make her way between a pair of ladies to occupied with each other to pay her any mind. Finally she found her way over to the bar, tucking herself away into the very end where she leaned on the counter, awaiting the attention of one of the woman preparing a variety of drinks. Some were plain bottles, beer she'd guessed, while others worked on colorful concoctions, some even had flashing lights mixed into the drinks and she idly wondered if the people who ordered the drink got to keep whatever was making the lights. Maybe she'd order one of those and keep it as a souvenir, something to remember the night she'd actually managed to live for once.

After what seemed an eternity, one of the bartenders finally noticed the small and timid thing down at the end of the bar, and unsure of what the drinks name was, Marissa merely pointed at one of the drinks with the flashing lights in it. With her choice made, she reached back into her hoodie pocket, her hands trembling with nerves as she pulled out her I.D as well as a single twenty dollar bill. With her choice confirmed, she let out a small sigh of relief, counting the moment as another victory in tonight's adventures. Weather she'd find herself bold enough to go through with everything she had planned when she'd left her house tonight, she could at least say she'd done this. She offered a meek smile, full of nerves and jitters as the bartender took the money, and she stood there, watching with full focus as the woman began pouring things into a silver cup, only to close it and begin shaking. She saw the woman dropping in a couple of plastic balls that instantly began turning the ice into a party of it's own with it's multi-colored lights flashing over the ice, only to be muted as the woman than poured the contents of the silver cup into the glass. Marissa accepted the drink with a sincere smile, before her eyes went wide and a blush quickly crept up along her face as the woman winked over at her, which only made the bartender laugh. Marissa found herself laughing nervously as well, unaware of the many eyes already lingering on the young lady like a pack of hyena's eyeing an easy meal for the day. She brought the cup up to her lips, her eyes going wide as her mouth was suddenly hit with the sugary tang of the drink, sweet with a splash of sour, mixing together delightfully on her tongue. Wanting to savor her personal trophy, she took slow sips from the glass, smiling each time the taste struck her taste buds, and found herself lost in her own little world with her drink on her tongue, the music in her ears, and the scent of bodies moving together, perfumes and colognes mixing with the natural musk of life. So this was what living could be like she mused to herself, unaware of the hyena preparing to pounce on it's prey and the start of her new life approaching her.
 
"How many are waiting outside?" A cold, low tone came from a woman standing behind a wall of screens. She was currently standing in the security office in the basement. Well, it was a basement, but you'd never guess when you were down there. It was closer in image to an office building, complete with a break room for her employees, an area to relax, and a locker room that each employee could use the lockers in.

"Easily over one hundred, but we're seeing a steady flow of people leaving, then new people coming in." One of the security guards answered as she sat in front of the monitors along with two others. It was a large wall of screens, and the building was quite big. It had to be if there was going to be a substantial profit each night.

"Alright, as long as the ratio is staying even." Emma LaRoca cooed softly as she turned and looked at her general manager. "You're doing great. This is one of my higher revenue-producing clubs, so keep up the good work." This compliment had the manager beaming with pride as she nodded quickly with a tablet held up to her chest.

"Will you be enjoying the rest of the night?" The manager had asked, causing Emma to smirk a bit.

"You act as if you know me." She teased, causing the manager to giggle at the answer. She did know the woman; she owned the club and was extensively interviewed by her personally before getting the job. She was the Queen of her empire, and for someone so far up, she knew her leaders personally in every realm of the business she owned.

"Pan to the left of the bar." One guard pointed out to another, a few rotations of the joystick and a quick zoom, the camera put a tiny redhead on the screen.

"Hey Brit, did you card the redhead in your section of the bar?" The guard called over a radio that would go to the earpiece of the bartender who served the redhead.

"I sure did, fresh-faced twenty-one-year-old. Seems to really like the new drinks, probably the bright lights." Hearing this over the radio had Emma stepped closer to the monitors and looked at the redhead. "Not the usual attire I see in my clubs. How did she get in?" The owner asked, and after a quick call to the bouncers at the door, Emma would get her answer.

"Interesting, I guess I'll need to find out more." Emma purred, giving a nod to the guards, then letting the manager go about her duties before Emma headed toward the stairs. The busty woman had on a pair of heels that made her easily over six feet. She had on black stockings, a garter clipped onto the tops of those stockings that went up into a tight cloth skirt. A noticeable bulge appearing in the black fabric. There was a void of clothing over her toned abs, showing off some of the work she put into the gym. Above the void was a matching black tube top, holding in her impressively perky double D chest.

Her hair was simple, a ponytail that had a leather strip holding it in place. She had on hoop earrings, along with her other three piercings per ear. If one would look closely, they'd even see the outline of the piercings on her nipples. Simple loops that hung from each nub.

When Emma got to the ground floor, she looked around. The place was loud, bumping, and she was loving the lack of clothing with some of the patrons. She smiled, waved, and hugged some of the fans who knew who she was, others having no idea, and that's how she liked it. Some days, she just wanted to feel normal, feel like a stranger in her own club, so she could truly enjoy what she had built from the perspective of a club-goer.

The stairs to the basement were on the other side of the club, so it took a moment for Emma to get to her mark, and when she had, she squeezed in between the redhead and the woman next to her. She raised her hand, waving the bartender over, who was quick to get to the woman. "Get my friend here another of the same drink, and get me a shot of tequila." She said before looking down at the petite redhead.

"What's your name?" Her voice had to be loud, not quite yelling but louder than normal if it was going to be heard. It was unknown, even to Emma, what she had planned for this smaller woman, but it wasn't every day she had someone who was dying come to her club. If this little one was looking for a good time, there was no one better than the woman who owned the club and built her empire out of an image she's had since her balls dropped.

From clubs, to sex shops, brothels, and a clothing line, Emma had her hands in everything 'taboo', well, taboo to the world of prudes. The woman saw sex, sex acts, and overall freedom of one's body as a way to express oneself. Seeing it as taboo, weird, disgusting, was for the weak-minded, the small thinkers, the closeted.

After not getting an answer for a few seconds, Emma would lean down to the female's ear. "Don't be shy, you're not in a place for such. Give me your name, and tell me why you're here." Her voice was softer this time, her lips right next to the redhead's ear. Her breath was hot and just enough force so that Marissa could feel a tinge of that breath hit her ear.
 
Marissa was enjoying herself as she'd continued nursing her drink. By the time she'd approached almost empty on the glass, she was already feeling the effects of the sweet cocktail, her first experience with alcohol proving to be a pleasant one. She found herself standing there, letting her eyes ease close, focusing on her body, the lightness she felt inside of her, as if she might begin to float at any moment. She focused on the way her fingers and toes tingled, reminding her of that staticky buzzing feeling she got whenever she pressed her hand near the ancient tube T.V in the hospital lobby when waiting for the paperwork to finish up. It also helped ease the sense of overwhelmed she had been suffering from the club, the music still as loud but it seemed less harsh on her ears, she was actually starting to enjoy the music. She swayed gently where she stood, finding herself wanting to move, just in any way she could, a soft smile creeping up onto her face. The oppressiveness of the massive crowd gone and instead she'd swore she could feel the energy from them, like an infectious bubble that had enveloped her, calling to her to join them and move with them. She wanted to dance, to jump, to move and become a droplet in the ocean of bodies, matching her movement with the pull and tide of the ocean of energy. So...this was alcohol than...she rather enjoyed it.

However she was pulled from her thoughts as she felt something bumping into her, making her wobble as her eyes opened and she took a step back, finding herself pressing flat against the counter of the bar. She looked up, and her eyes widened as she found herself face to chest with a rather blessed woman. She couldn't help herself but stare for a moment at the large pair of breasts almost directly in her face, before her eyes managed to pull up and her lips parted with a small 'o' of surprise as her eyes found themselves still moving up, her heart skipping a beat as she finally tilted her head back up enough to meet the tall woman's face. Feeling suddenly very small, she cradled the glass in against her chest, the condensation from the glass leaving dark spots on her black hoodie. The woman didn't seem to pay her any mind, calling over to the bar tender, giving Marissa time to stare at the woman, her brain taking a moment to process what she was seeing. The woman was beautiful, there was no arguing that, but it wasn't her beauty that had left Marissa dazed...it was the energy of the woman, the way the air around her seemed to keep her separate from the rest of the crowd. There was something...commanding, about her, the way she stood, the way she held herself, she couldn't imagine this woman had ever once been a part of a crowd, another faceless body to a mob. She had a feeling this woman would stand out anywhere she went.

She jumped a bit as the woman's attention shifted away from the bar and down to Marissa, who had found herself unable to look away and thus their eyes met, locking together and she felt her shoulders rising up against her ears, the small buzz from before fading, replaced with a tense nervousness. Even amongst the thriving crowd around them, she suddenly felt entirely alone with this woman. She blinked, pulled from her daze as she heard the woman shouting...something, having been to distracted to really catch the words, and her confusion showed on her face as she opened her mouth before closing it, not sure what to say as she hadn't been paying attention. Her hands tightened on the cup she held against her chest, her heart suddenly thundering against her chest and for a moment she idly wondered if perhaps she'd made a terrible mistake, and she was going to die here and now from shock as the woman suddenly leaned in.

Her lips parted once more, trembling as her eyes looked past the woman's shoulder into the distance while a small shiver ran down her spine when the woman's lips hovered just against her ear. This time she clearly heard the woman, but she could also smell the deep musk of her perfume? Cologne? She wasn't sure, perhaps it was the woman's own natural scent but whatever it was...she liked it. She could feel the heat of the woman's breath brushing over her ear, goosebumps springing up across her flesh, and as the woman pulled away with the question hanging in the air, Marissa was finally able to somewhat return to reality, recalling the answer to the woman's question. Why was she here? Her face quickly flushed red with a deep blush, her mouth open and closing a few times as she tried to find her voice, but she found herself pausing as she went to tell the woman exactly why she was here. Gods, if there was ever a woman she wanted to find that reason with...it was this one. Everything about her was enticing...she'd never actually considered herself gay, or even bi...going with a woman had just seemed the safer choice, but with this woman in front of her...she was being forced to reconsider if her reason was truly the only one.

"M-Marissa" she said plainly as she'd finally managed to find her voice, only able to be heard due to the woman's continued proximity. "My name's Marissa...and I'm here to,,," she hesitated, squirming where she stood before clearing her throat. She took a slow breath, closing her eyes and forcing herself to focus. She'd come all this way for this, and as far as she was concerned, she'd found what she'd hoped to be the perfect person for the job but, now that she was faced with the task of saying such a thing aloud, she found it more difficult than she could have imagined. What if the woman thought she was crazy? What if....what if what if what if. She was a stranger here, and nobody in this place would ever see her face again except perhaps in a news article when she passed away, 'The Generational Curse Strikes Again' somewhere on page ten of a newspaper. So what if the woman thought her crazy...tonight, she came here to be a little crazy. "I'm here to lose my..." she paused once more, a soft whine slipping from her throat, weather the woman would hear it or not she wasn't sure. "I want to lose my virginity!" she called out a bit louder then she'd intended, almost shouting into the woman's as she forced herself to get it out.
 
Over the course of building her empire and becoming the figure she was, Emma had met all sorts of fans. The bigger the fan, the more they seemed to be speechless. This wasn't one of those cases; it just seemed the redhead was either intimidated or Emma's beauty actually made her lose her voice. Either way, Emma was flattered as she watched, studied the redhead as she was searching for the connection between her brain and mouth. The raven-haired beauty was patient; if there was any truth to the story at the door, she wasn't about to rush someone who was dying.

"Marissa..." Emma echoed, committing the name to memory as the smaller redhead seemed to be searching for more words. There was another pause after repeating her name, then it seemed she was hesitating to disclose why she was there. It almost came, then eventually the tiny redhead blurted it out. A small grin appeared on the owner's face once it was revealed she was there to lose her virginity.

The pause Emma took next was probably unnerving to the redhead, since the beauty took a moment to study the woman in front of her. The shout didn't go unnoticed around Marissa; there were some giggles, but overall, there wasn't any judgment. Even if there was, Emma would have stomped it out right away. The whole business model behind her success was letting people express themselves sexually. To make sex less of a taboo subject, and to introduce it to those who think missionary is an exotic position.

Emma would then lean down, as she did, her left hand came down, resting on the smaller female's power back, and pulled her close with a little yank. Then her lips got as close as they could to Marissa's ear. "You came to the perfect club, if that's what you truly want. But, before I allow you to indulge, I want to know more about this condition you have." Emma would pause, her hand going from Marissa's lower back to rest on her pert rump.

"Give me the short version, I'm sure if there is truth to this, then you're probably tired of telling it." She added before raising back up, just as the drinks were placed down in front of the women.

Emma lifted the shot glass up to her lips, knocking it back before signalling to the bartender to line up another.
 
Gods, the way this woman said her name was like she was hearing it said for the first time in her life. Honestly...it was probably the first time she'd heard it said back to her in over a year. She was always Ms. Mortenson with the polite people, and 'The Patient' whenever her doctors and nurses were talking about her. She honestly couldn't recall the last time she'd heard someone actually say her name, and she knew she'd never heard it said like that before. Her heart slamming in her chest now, especially after blurting out her reason for tonight's adventure, part of her wished the disease would take her here and now so at least 'Embarrassment' wasn't listed under cause of death on her paperwork. The matter was only made worse as the woman seemed to go silent, and for a moment Marissa had wondered if she had been right, and this woman did think she was some nut job. Gods, was she about to get security? Was she about to be kicked out for making a scene? Clearly she didn't fit in with the crowd, what would she do? She didn't have a car, and even if she did she didn't know how to drive one, the next bus wasn't coming back for another few hours, she certainly couldn't walk home. If she had to call her dad to come get her...no, no she'd walk back to her house before she did that.

Closing her eyes, tension making her body tighten as she awaited her fate, she could only open her eyes in surprise as suddenly she felt a hand resting on the small of her back and she opened her eyes in surprise, letting out a rather adorable squeak as she shuffled forward, rather was pulled forward, letting out a soft gasp as she felt herself being pressed in against the woman. Warm. That was her first thought, the woman was warm, not hot like the throbbing mass of the crowd, but a gentle warmth like a heated blanket in winter. She felt her tension easing away before biting down on her lower lip as the woman told her that she had indeed come to the right place, before visibly flinching at the woman's request. How often had she had to talk about it, with doctors, nurses, and worst, journalist and authors. How often had she been broken down to being nothing more then her condition? How many times had she had to answer that question? She supposed it was a fair one but, wait. How did she know about her condition?

She took a moment, before brushing the thought aside, figuring perhaps the bouncer had told this woman...but why? Who was she? Her own question disappeared quickly though as she felt the woman's hand sliding down lower, her breath catching once more in her throat as the woman's hand pressed to her backside, separated by a thin layer of denim, and a thinner layer of cotton underneath that. "I...I'm Marissa Mortenson. The family of broken hearted woman" she said, unable to help the bitterness in her voice as she said that ridiculous nickname made famous by a discovery channel special about her family that had earned them the most attention, it had gotten to the point that her families graveyard had become an unofficial tourism destination for the small town that she came from which shared a border with the city. It was mostly popular with those of the alternative styles, those who found enjoyment or beauty in the macabre, but it brought in enough attention that you could find pamphlets with their family's 'curse' in a few rest stops along the interstate.
 
A piece of paper could barely fit between the two bodies, the bar was full of patrons, and Emma was close enough so that Marissa wouldn't have to yell just to get her voice across. There was a temptation to lower the music, but she didn't want to ruin the fun for all since the club was electric with activity. And while Marissa was forming the words to explain her condition, the next shot came and Emma gladly sank it down before putting the empty glass back down on the bar.

As the words finally came, it wasn't an explanation of what the condition was, but rather an expectation that Emma would know who this woman was, or at least know of her or her family. Luckily for the tiny redhead, Emma was familiar.

The taller woman would turn to face the smaller one, leaning back down as her hand went back to her ass. This time she would pull again, but upward, so it put Marissa on her tiptoes. "That's the last I want to hear about your condition tonight, understand? You aren't dying tonight, only living." She said before letting Marissa stand flat-footed again, giving her rump a light pat before Emma turned back to the bar.

"If you're going to enjoy your night, I can't let you walk around looking like you just walked out of a high school class. You look like the Uni-Bomber, and as you can tell from the vibe of the place, you stick out." Emma said as she turned back to Marissa. "What are you wearing under the hoodie?" She asked as she motioned for the bartender to walk over. She had her leaning over the bar as she whispered to her before she nodded and scampered off.
 
Marissa let out another soft gasp, one hand still cradling her now empty drink, the melted ice pooling to fill the cup back up with an inch of water muting the flashing lights in her glass once more as the woman's hand gripped at her backside, lifting her up to her toes as her body pressed in completely against the woman. She reached out with her free hand, resting it against the woman's firm stomach, and she found herself looking down at where her hand met the woman's bare skin, not even thinking about it as her hand pressed in as if testing the solidness of the woman. Her attention shifted though as she heard the woman talking once more, and for the first time since they met she gave the woman a smile so sincere it could melt the polar caps with it's warmth. "That sounds perfect" she said, flashing that bright warm smile up at the woman, though she had to tilt her head back to meet her gaze. The smile was swapped with a look of surprise as she pressed in once more against the woman's body with the small swat to her backside before she fell back to her feet, nearly loosing her balance as she took a step back to keep from tumbling away.

She turned her focus back up to the woman, before offering a sheepish smile as she looked down at herself and than up and around to the crowd surrounding them, only then realizing the space that appeared around them, as if the crowd were giving them room to just be the two of them, well as much room as one could get in the packed house. "I couldn't exactly take the bus if I wanted to wear something that matched the vibe I got off the website" she said with a nervous laugh, before blinking at the question. "Um...just...you know...regular stuff" she said as she cleared her throat. "White cotton...but they match" she said quickly, figuring that had to have at least counted for something! Sure it didn't ooze sex appeal but she hadn't exactly been intending on wearing anything for long once she'd found someone willing to help her live her one night of fantasy. She looked over as the woman spoke to the bartender, finally realizing that a second drink had been ordered for her as well.

As the woman continue speaking with the bartender, she swapped the drinks, placing her now empty glass down on the counter, making sure to put it on one of the cardboard coasters so it didn't damage the bar top, and then grabbing her new drink, taking a careful sip before the woman's attention had shifted back to her. She looked back to where the bartender had been, watching just in time to see the woman disappear around the corner, and than turning back to face the woman. "Who are you?" she asked, before recalling her earlier question she'd been distracted from asking. "And how did you know I had a condition?" she asked, unintentionally breaking a rule already as she brought up her condition once more.
 
During the quick conversation with the bartender, Emma had ordered another drink. This time, something mixed, so she was shooting down straight alcohol. That order was relayed to another bartender as the other scampered off to fulfill the order from Emma. "Regular stuff probably has a very different meaning for me, compared to you." Emma said as she looked down at the smaller girl. "But it's alright, you're here to live, and that's what you're going to do." She said as she reached down and gave the female's cheek a little pat.

"Who I am, how I knew, two questions that don't require an answer, because who I am isn't important. And if you knew who I was, it would answer both questions. It's best we leave it a mystery, lest you get nervous if you actually knew the answer." Emma nodded to the bartender as her Long Island was put down in front of her. A tall glass, ice cooling the brown liquid with a lemon hanging off to the side.

"And as I said earlier, let's leave any talk of your condition on the shelf. That's strike one." The taller woman glanced down, winking with a small smirk just as the one bartender had rounded the corner with what looked like something shiny in her hand. It was clothing, but it had a shine to it like it was made of latex.

"This looked her size, Mistress." The bartender reached over, handing the two pieces of clothing to Emma. "Thank you, my dear." She said before turning to Marissa. "Go change into this. The bathroom is right behind you, down that hall. Lose the whole outfit and change into this." Whether Marissa knew right away that meant she would be going without those matching cotton undergarments. "You want to live, right? Then live." Emma repeated as she nudged the smaller girl away from the bar.
 
"That's...probably true" Marissa said with a nervous laugh, before blinking in surprise at the small pat to her cheek, as if she were some child asking about something that could only be answered with 'You'll understand when you're older'. She decided not to linger on it though, just nodding her head at the woman's statement, smiling at her luck to have found someone like this woman who seemed to understand what she was wanting out of tonight perfectly. Her previous thoughts about the woman thinking her crazy had all but vanished from her head, and she found herself relaxing as she took another sip from her drink after asking her questions. She tilted her head, coppery red brows furrowing in confusion before she snorted a bit. "I'm already plenty nervous" she admitted, but decided not to push.

The woman was right...she didn't need to know the woman's name. After tonight she suspected they'd never cross paths with one another again. The woman knew what she was here for, and it seemed she aimed to deliver upon Marissa's desires...it was just two people living their life together for a night of passion, no need to complicate things, right? As the woman grabbed her drink, it seemed she was done with straight shots and had gotten a mixed drink like the one Marissa held, though far less flashy and devoid of the bright colors, Marissa smiled and held her glass up for a small cheer, only for her smile to falter for a moment as the woman mentioned strike one. Pouting a bit, mostly at herself, she nodded her head, her smile returning with the woman's simple wink at her making her blush creep back up to her face before she took another pull from her drink. "What happens at strike three?" she asked curiously.

Before she could get her answer though the bartender returned, and Marissa looked over at the bright material in the woman's hands which seemed to shine and sparkle a myriad of shifting colors against the roaming lasers and colored lights that swirled across the crowd. "Hm?" she asked, caught off guard as she awkwardly placed her drink now half finished back to the counter with one hand while juggling the clothing in the other, until she was able to get both hands under the clothes. They felt odd in her palms, not like any fabric she'd ever come across before, only to realize that they were meant for her. She looked up at the woman and than back down at the clothing in her hands, before back to the woman, smiling at her words. "Alright..." she said simply, giggling with nervous excitement as she was pressed away.

She turned, moving down the hallway, only stopping to look behind her to the woman as if double checking something before she ducked away into the bathroom. She winced as suddenly she found herself in a brightly lit, surprisingly clean bathroom, the LED lights overhead a stark contrast to the dimness of the club. She took a moment to adjust herself to the light, before moving over to one of the stalls where she locked herself in, and finally allowed herself a moment to look at the outfit. Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she held the outfit up, the outfit so daringly revealing that she wondered if they had perhaps made it out of the scrap materials left behind from the real outfit! However she recalled the woman's words...she wanted to live didn't she? This was her chance.

Squashing the small panic rising in her chest, she stripped down to only her panties, folding her clothes neatly into a pile on top of the toilet's lid before moving to get dressed. The material clung to her skin on contact, but the skirt was easy enough to pull up, the hemline falling just barely above the halfway point of her thighs, as pale and unblemished as the rest of her body which seemed as if it had never known the effects of the sun. The top however was a bit more of a struggle, particularly as it brushed across her nipples which had hardened into small pink diamonds with the chill air of the climate controlled bathroom which didn't have to compete with a throbbing mass of bodies. She had to bite her lip as the fabric tugged on the small diamonds while she pulled the top down, her C-cups just able to fill out the material enough that it was a bit of a tight fit, the material clinging to her body like a second skin. However once she had it on, she secured the straps around the back of her neck, looping them into a small bow like one might tie a shoelace. Shivering a bit, she found herself eager to return back to the woman's warmth she felt when she'd been pressed in against her, goosebumps springing up across her arms and legs while she scooped up her pile of clothes and stepped out of the stall, pausing with a moment's hesitation as she stood before the door.

She turned back to look at her reflection in the mirror, her face quickly shifting to a red brighter than her hair as she saw herself and how little the material covered. Was she really about to go back out there? Where all of those people could see her dressed like this? Instinctively her free hand tugged at the hemming of the skirt, as if that might somehow magically create more material to cover herself with, before shaking her head. She'd come this far, she couldn't lose her nerve now! Her heart starting to beat faster in her chest, she pushed on the door, stepping back out into the hallway, cradling her pile of clothes in against her exposed midriff in a subconscious effort to cover herself up while she shuffled nervously back along the hallway, pausing at the entrance to the hallway as if afraid to step over the threshold where she saw the woman waiting for her, the eyes roaming over her petite form which only made her blush grow. She bit down on her lower lip once more in what was clearly a nervous habits of hers, before finally pressing one foot out and taking her first step back into the scene she had come here for. Her gaze shifted down to the floor, seemingly stuck there as she made her way back to stand before the woman, before forcing herself to lift her gaze up. "H-how...ahem, um...how do I look?" she asked nervously, her voice quiet and timid, she wasn't sure the woman would even hear her question.
 
There was no time for Emma to answer the question about what strike three would bring about, so she left it without an answer for now as Marissa headed for the bathroom. This gave the general manager a chance to get close to Emma as she took the redheads spot. "I assume you will be needing one of the rooms? Shall I reserve the VIP for you?" She asked as she held her tablet close to her chest, Emma taking a sip of her glass before turning to the manager. "If you could, that would be great. This...one, needs to be shown that life is more than just being a lab rat. If a cure hasn't been found by now, then all she's doing is wasting the little life she has." Emma wasn't dark in her thinking or lacking empathy. If anything, she did feel sorry for the girl, but she also felt that what she saw in the documentary and headlines was an absolute waste of a life.

"It took a moment to click, but I recognized her when it finally did. Poor girl, I think she just turned twenty-one? That means she only has four years left, if it happens." The manager showed more empathy than Emma had, she would be the type to be scared of what was to come. For Emma, it wasn't the case, she would want to live a life worth bragging about when she got to the gates of whatever place she ended up.

"But I'll get the room ready." The manager was about to leave before her chin was grabbed, and Emma pulled her close. "Make sure it's stocked with what I like." She purred, the manager nodding quickly, before gasping as a kiss was pressed to her lips. She about melted at the touch before Emma let her go, and she scurried off to get her task done.

By the time Marissa made her way back out, Emma was void of her nerves and how she was feeling, and the glass she once had was half empty. The woman turned and looked down, taking in what the female was wearing. She would then put her hand on top of her head, having her twirl around so she got to see all there was.

"Strike two." She said as she suddenly squatted down in front of Marissa. Her hands went up the sides of the skirt, fingers quickly curling into those cotton panties the redhead seemed proud of. Then she yanked them down and off before much of a fight could be given. "I said lose the WHOLE outfit, let's make sure my words are obeyed next time." She said as she dropped the panties on the pile of clothes before scooping them up.

Emma then turned, the bartender ready to take them, and placed them behind the bar to stay safe. "You're in a club meant for exploring all sexual fantasies; your ass cheeks sticking out will only result in raising the lust of those eyeing such lovely cheeks. You shall not be judged because of how you are dressed, but because of how good you look. Be the candy to the eyes that lie upon you." Emma mused and turned back to her drink. She leaned down, taking a sip before looking back down at Marissa.

"You're here because you want to lose your virginity. Is that about as far as you have gotten? Or does this innocent beauty have desires that go deeper than simply losing her card? Or will you just give me the key to open doors unknown to you?" She asked as her hand, palm up, gently rose against the underside of Marissa's chin before gently grasping her, forcing her to look up into her blue hues.
 
Marissa was a bundle of nerves and tension as she stood there, the air drifting between her legs a constant reminder of how scantily she was clad while she waited for the woman's judgement on her appearance. She jumped a bit as the woman's hand suddenly rested on top of her head, before giving a nervous spin, the movement causing the billowy skirt to ride up with her twirl before she came to a stop facing the taller woman once more. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she heard the woman mention strike two, and was preparing to ask what she'd done wrong before gasping audibly as the woman suddenly squatted down and she felt the warmth of the woman's palms rushing up her thighs. Frozen in place, her eyes widened in shock, her face warming with a rush of blood to her now beet red face as the woman grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off, leaving her bare but two meager scraps of colorful reflective clothing that had been loaned to her. She stood there in shock for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to speak, but she had no idea what she would even say!

Her heart was thundering in her chest, her thighs pressing tightly together on instinct as she clung tighter to the pile of clothing she had been wearing not moments before, with the final piece dropped on top. "I, I I...I.....I" she stammered out, for a moment her brain frying itself trying to comprehend what had just happened and process the situation she found herself in with the woman's commanding tone offering her little to no room for debate. She finally managed to close her mouth and keep it shut, squirming in place as the woman reminded her of just what kind of club she had chosen to come into that night and...Marissa knew she was right. This was what she came here for after all wasn't it? The racing of her heart, the terror and thrill she felt at this very moment...this glimpse of truly living.

She still hadn't managed to raise her head up, only able to stand there and listen to the woman's wisdom, before blinking at the question posed to her. She wanted to ask what the woman meant, in fact she had a great many things to say and questions to ask but, she couldn't bring herself to voice any of them, especially as the woman's hand pressed to her skin once more and she found her head being raised until the hand tightened to a grip, holding her in place as her eyes looked up, matching the woman's gaze. Her own eyes were starting to water, more than a little overwhelmed at everything happening right now, before she gulped, her hands nervously clenching and unclenching at her sides, her lips quivering while she licked them nervously, her mouth suddenly dry under the woman's intense gaze. "I..." she stammered once more, before slowly she nodded her head. This was what she wanted...someone who didn't treat her like she was made of glass, someone who would push her to her limits...someone to make her feel alive, like she'd never felt before, and Gods was that what she seemed to have found. "Y-yes" she finally managed to squeak out, not entirely sure what she was agreeing to but refusing to back out now just because there was fear mixed in with the excitement. She'd known she was living on borrowed time since she was old enough to comprehend her curse...if she could live her live with a fear like that lingering over her every second of every day...she could live with this small terror of the unknown, of the new.
 
There was a lot being thrown at the female, but this was on purpose. She wanted Marissa's heart to pound, to race with not only what was happening now, but what could happen, what might happen. Now with the key to open all the doors she wanted, Emma let go of the female's chin and turned to her drink. "Finish your drink." She purred, then sucked down the rest of her own drink before pushing the glass forward.

As much as Marissa was pounding in her chest, Emma was about as cool as someone just relaxing on the couch. "Let's go." She waited for the drink to be emptied, then pushed herself away from the bar and moved to stand behind the redhead. She put her hands on her shoulders and started to direct her away from the bar and toward the dance floor.

"Sweetheart, you are going to do enough living tonight to forget all those days you weren't. Now, I may own the key to unlock whatever you may or may not know you desire; that also means you are free to explore me." Emma said as she directed Marissa, moving her when needed, as if she were a doll. "You may be asking yourself what that means. Explore myself, and you just have to figure that out. Part of living is taking chances; you've done well so far just by being here. Don't start to falter now." They were eventually on the dance floor, and it was crowded as one would expect.

Women were topless, skirts rode high, and hands were wandering just about wherever they could reach. Some were glistening with sweat, and it was just ladies on the floor. Lasers beamed around, and the outfit Marissa had on echoed those lights as one would expect such an outfit to.

Once on the dance floor, Emma spun Marissa around to face her before she leaned down, her hands gliding down the redhead's sides before going under her skirt, and promptly grabbing her naked ass cheeks. She squeezed and lifted the female up so the pair were face-to-face. Due to the height difference, Emma leaned over enough for her cleavage to show, and just a few inches away from Marissa's face. Those hands sank even lower, curving around the females cheeks until they settled once more, and her fingers felt the heat of the redhead's sex. "Do it, you know you want to kiss me." She purred as her lips were clad in black lipstick, and as plump as one would expect them to be.
 
"My drink?..." she asked, feeling a bit dazed from everything happening before she looked over at the half finished glass she'd left on the counter, those RGB lights still blinking merrily away. She was already feeling the effects of her first one, a tingling in her lips, fingers, and toes, a lightness in the head, a warmth in her belly. She bit her lip, before smiling and nodding her head. Tonight was not the night to ask any more questions...she felt confident she had already answered the important ones. So she reached out, taking the glass in her hand, the icy droplets of water on the outside like sparks of fire against the warmth of her trembling palms before she brought it up. Her dry lips and throat were grateful for the drink, and she found herself surprisingly thirsty as she tilted the glass back. She managed to get it down to a quarter full as she had to stop and take a breath, panting softly while licking her lips clean, the sweet taste lingering on her tongue before she tilted it back once more, flinching a bit as the cold ice dropped down against her upper lip as she drained what was left.

She smiled with nervous excitement as she set the glass down, looking back to where the woman had been, eager to see what was to come next only to blink in surprise as the woman was gone. She soon found her, squeaking as the woman's hands draped over her shoulders from behind, making her turn to look over her shoulder. Biting on her lower lip at the simple command, she nodded her head, stumbling forward with her first steps as the woman's hands pressed her forward, but quickly finding her footing as she pushed at last into the throng of people before them. It was like she'd changed worlds completely, the bar was gone from her vision, all around her were bodies moving and dancing, grinding against one another, and the deeper into the crowd they went the more adventurous the people became. She saw people whose faces were pressed together, hands pressing in against exposed flesh, the thick scent of arousal mixing together with the cacophony of perfumes and colognes. She also noticed the crowd seeming to make way for them without a word or gesture that she could see, though she was confident that was just the woman's presence. Something about her oozed authority, and she helped part the crowd like the red sea.

Her nervous smile only grew wider at the woman's promise, her hands trembling with terror and excitement at all the unspoken promises the woman's words held, though what she meant by exploring her did leave her a bit confused. Did she mean that she wanted to talk? That Marissa was being invited to ask questions of the woman? That didn't seem right considering the response when she'd merely asked her name. Or did she mean...the idea made her heart flutter, her core tensing as it suddenly seemed to fill with butterflies flapping wildly about. She was lost in her thoughts that she would have walked completely across the floor if the woman's hands hadn't held her back, stopping her as they made their way in towards the center of the masses. She looked around herself at those gathered, none of them seeing to pay her more then a moment's notice as they all seemed pre-occupied with the person in front of them. She stepped back instinctively as she saw woman groping each other, fondling and exploring each other's body, helping her realize just what the woman meant by her earlier statement, but she didn't make it far, her back pressing in against the solid force that was her new shepherd for the evening.

She squeaked as she felt herself being turned about, the woman handling her with such ease for a moment she almost felt like the very porcelain doll she was running away from being, though that illusion was short lived as she felt the woman's hands pressing to her sides. She reached up, instinctively grabbing onto the woman's forearms before her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly in surprise when she felt the hands moving down her body, shivering as the woman's palms glided over her flesh while her grip squeezed nervously on the woman's arms, moving up to grab her biceps just above the woman's elbows as the hands moved over her skirt and past it, only to slide back up underneath it. She pressed in forward against the woman with a small gasp as the hands grabbed at her bare backside, and she knew she was trapped where she was. Even if she did want to...there was no escape left to her now, she'd fallen into the lion's pit and it's teeth had grabbed her. The small part of her lips widened as she found herself openly gawking at the woman's large bosom, unable to help but feel a bit self-concious about her own development, but those worries were a passing thought as she for a moment allowed herself to imagine what this woman might look like without all that fabric, and the idea made her core tighten once more, the warmth in her belly spreading across her body.

Her eyes fluttered, her grip squeezing against the woman's arms as she felt the hand slipping away from her backside, moving to curl underneath until she raised up to her tip toes as if instinctively attempting to flee from the finger that moved underneath her middle, her nails starting to dig into the woman's flesh as the fingers pressed against her core, slick with want she couldn't bring herself to voice aloud, so her body told the tale for her. She looked up to the woman, her face shining with her excitement, than her fear, than her desire, then her doubts while her eyes lingered down upon the woman's lips. They were so close...as if reading her mind, she looked up to meet the woman's eyes, the truth obvious on her face that the woman had been right on the money. Embarrassed to be so plainly caught, she looked away at first, before slowly turning her head back and nodding her head, the worry still heavy in her eyes, but her lips turned into a smile. Without a word she closed her eyes, letting the energy of the club's dancefloor wash over her as she pressed forward, closing off the distance between them slowly, like a stray kitten being offered a treat until finally their lips met. It was like electricity, the warmth and softness of the woman's lips pulling her in as her hands eased their grip on the woman's arms, slowly sliding up before resting on the woman's shoulder, holding herself up with her grip as she took her first step into life with her very first kiss.
 
"To lose my virginity..." Those words were spoken by Marissa earlier, and Emma was going to give the woman what she wanted. That wasn't all she was going to get; she also wanted to live, more of what Emma could aid with. Nothing about what Marissa wanted to lose was going to be conventional. She wanted to live, and missionary work while getting a few pumps from a chump wasn't her definition of living. If Marissa wanted to lose her virginity, it was going to be in such a way that she could take it to the grave and brag to the angels when she got to where she was going.

The grip to her arms, the way Marissa seemed to be coming to terms with what was happening, there was an entire monologue that Emma could see within the female's eyes. Of course, she wasn't aware of her exact thoughts, but she could attempt to make a guess.

Once Marissa had talked herself into closing the gap and engaging in the kiss that was obviously laid out in front of her. The touch would be more than electric; it would trigger the next event. It could have been a trap, and if Marissa asks later, she may even admit to it. For now, as their lips touched, Emma's hands gripped where they were sitting and swiftly lifted Marissa's body into the air. Her hands would slide from her sex, down the woman's thigh, and pull her legs around her. The redhead would need direction, and Emma would give it by pulling her where she wanted her.

After being secured with the female's legs around her, Emma's left hand slid back down her thigh, under her skirt, and firmly palmed her ass cheek. Just as the right came up, sliding to Marissa's cheek on her face as she deepened the kiss. There was little waiting as Emma extended her tongue, knocking on the other female's lips before slowly entering her mouth. During this kiss, the hand on the redheads ass kneaded her cheek, while at the same time the female moved on the dance floor.
 
Marissa's heart was racing now in her chest as she pressed deeper into the kiss, savoring the softness of the woman's lips against her own. Her body instinctively pressing in against the mystery woman's, the first beads of sweat beginning to prick up against her skin as the heat of the throbbing crowd around them encapsulated the both of them. Yet none of that existed outside the woman across from her, the way she could feel the woman's lips curving into a smile against her own, the strength of the woman made apparent as Marissa felt herself being lifted up with ease, her legs wrapping around the woman's waist causing her skirt to ride up higher with the woman's guidance, the bottom of her bottom hanging out for all to see as well as her lack of undergarments. Though it was more likely that those around them were pre-occupied with their own passion for the evening, there was certain to be an eye or two lingering on the pair if only out of curiosity for what lucky person had managed to catch the taller woman's affection for the evening, almost all of them tinged with jealousy. Still unaware of the lion prowling the pit she had so willingly jumped into, Marissa held the kiss, using the grip she held on the woman's shoulder to press herself in further.

She finally broke from the kiss, though only a hair's breath as a soft gasp escaped her own lips as the woman's hand took a firm grip onto her exposed backside, a whimpering moan of nervousness and excitement humming in her throat while her head fell to the side, nuzzling in against the woman's palm. She closed the distance once more as she caught a breath, chasing after that jolt she'd felt from their first shared kiss, her moan stifled out against the woman's lips before the breath she'd only just gotten caught in her throat as she felt the woman's tongue press to her lips. Her lips parted with another soft gasp which gave the woman access to part her lips further, and where she had pressed into the kiss she found herself now being pushed back by the woman's passion. Her own tongue was hesitant, tentatively pressing and twirling against the woman's as her hips ground forward, her heart skipping a beat as she felt something that made the realization of what was happening strike home. The woman's excitement now felt through the thin fabric of the woman's skirt and undergarments, scant shielding from the already imposing girth pressed against her own exposed sex.

She was so caught up with the kiss she didn't even realize they were moving, her entire world consisting of the feel of the woman's body against her own, the growing excitement felt pressing against her, the woman's hand squeezing her backside and the woman's tongue exploring her mouth. Her eyes rolled behind closed lids, rapidly finding herself overwhelmed at the plethora of new sensations. She'd been without her entire life, afraid to even explore herself after her first attempt had set off her wristbands alarm with her pounding heart, she found herself tensing for a moment, awaiting the shrill alarm warning her away, yet there was only the steady rhythm of the music, and the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, each thud of her heart pounding sending a surge of dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins through her brain, every neuron firing it's delight at her situation. For the first time in her life, she was starting to understand what it meant to truly be alive, and she felt that she could finally, if only in some small way, relate to all those video's she'd seen. Sky divers, dare devils, adventurers, was this the same thrill they felt? She understood now why they chased it, it was intoxicating, and she found her momentary hesitation at the expectation of an alarm quickly crumbling away under the woman's skilled touches, moaning softly her delight to the woman.
 
This night was all about giving Marissa what she had come for: to live and not be treated like a lab rat. Emma would be lying if asked if she didn't know this female's full story. Her condition, story, and her family's story it was well known. On her long flights and overall travel, Emma kept herself busy with work but also enjoyed catching up on current events. Marissa was a current event, her family was a late-night documentary. Not quite one of those weird ones you would see, like aliens on the History Channel, but still one of those late-night stories that kept you interested, and kept you up way past your bedtime. Marissa was in good hands, even if one was cupping her ass and the other on her cheek.

The kiss, the touch, Emma wanted to give Marissa as much contact as she could, and how eager the female seemed to be in the kiss told her she was giving her exactly what she craved. Her lips moved over the others, tongues dancing, and her bulge rubbed against the woman's exposed sex as she rubbed against her body.

After a few more moments, the kiss would break again, but Emma's lips didn't go far. She gently, but firmly held the woman's face, her hand was already caressing, and leaned in close toward her ear on the other side. "I'll be the one taking your virginity. And I hope you know it won't be with some boring ass missionary position. You're going to get enough living in tonight to satisfy your needs for a lifetime." She purred, her hand moving from the female's face and joining her other under Marissa's skirt and gripping both cheeks. With her sex exposed, Emma put more effort into rubbing it against her bulge that was still hardening. Her cloth skirt was soft, and Emma would control the smaller female as she moved her body up and down to the music, and with a firm press against her crotch.

The busty beauty would also lock eyes with the redhead. She wanted to see any of those lewd faces she'd make as she danced and stimulated her at the same time. "Answer me this, how did you know about this club, and what this club specialized in?" She asked over the music. It wasn't a normal club; it catered to women, and female presenting like herself. The top floors also catered to other needs, and some of that spilled into the main floor where they were now. If Marissa got to looking around, she'd see another futanari getting sucked off to the side, out of the way of the dancing people but gladly taking the woman's mouth who was currently on their knees.
 
She held the kiss even as the hand left her face, needing no further guidance there as her tongue pressed against the woman's, her breasts pressing in, her nipples standing clearly through the fabric, her hips rolling back against the woman's hand while her face rested comfortably in the woman's palm. She was pinned there against the woman, and didn't want to be anywhere else. As the kiss broke once more, Marissa was already panting faster, her hands squeezing tightly onto the woman's shoulder, bit by bit moving up, though afraid to touch and explore lest she lose her grip and fall away. She felt as if she were in a dream, and if she found herself broken away from the woman she might wake, and Gods above, below, forgotten, known and yet to be found she did not want to wake from this dream. This was her entire reality, the thump of the music, the heat of the woman, the scent of bodies clashing and grinding together overwhelming what little perfumes and colognes lingered in the throbbing mass of people. This was life, and she wanted to stay here forever.

She let out a soft gasp at the woman's blunt statement, before biting her lower lip and giggling with mirth, leaning her head in to rest against the other's, their foreheads pressed together, the heavy panting brushing her breath over the woman's lips as she nodded her head. "Yes...please, it's what I want...you're what I want, please" she begged softly, before giggling once more as she felt the woman's hand pull away, pressing her center in against the woman's bulge as the hand grabbed her other cheek, rolling herself in against her. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting with a soft gasp as she felt the friction of fabric rubbing against her swollen need, moaning softly as the woman ground against her. Gods this was so...different. She'd never really gotten a chance to explore herself, not with the wristband locked onto her all her life, and she found herself aching for more, as a shudder ran through her. Her heels pressed in against the woman's back, pulling herself in tighter, gaining more friction against herself as her panting began to grow heavier.

Her eyes drifted halfway open, her lips parted, a smudge of black darkening them before she whimpered softly at the woman's question. "I....I...wha?" she asked, clearly a bit dazed. She felt warm, and not just from the crowd around them, no the warmth was coming from inside of her, spreading through her body as a bead of sweat began appearing on her skin. "I...I just...." she whimpered, a soft moan slipping free as the woman continued grinding against her, teasing her before her lips closed and she gulped heavily, forcing herself to think. "I, researched" she finally managed to get out. "F-forums...thrill seekers and...and roleplayers, people who mmmm" she moaned once more, her fingers digging in against the woman's shoulders. "People who, live freely...one of them, told me about this place...said it would be...it would be perfect, please....I don't want to talk" she whimpered as she moved in, trying to claim another kiss, not wanting to think, not wanting to talk to do anything but feel more of the woman against herself in whatever she could.
 
It was interesting to Emma that when Marissa named off what she was looking for, her club would be returned as a result. Did people really see her clubs as a thrill? Somewhere to get a rush of adrenaline and thrill. She hadn't really thought of it that way; rather, her clubs were just being a place where people could go to not be judged sexually, and to explore kinks that others, the 'Vanilla' would see as taboo. She would file that thought away for a later dive; for now, she had a female in her arms begging for that thrill, that rush, and to have her cherry snatched along with her soul.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're right, you should save your voice. You'll be using it later, though I fear they'll be less than coherent." The owner had a wicked smirk on her face, then she leaned back a little, denying Marissa that first kiss, forcing her to chase at her lips. After some teasing, the buxom beauty gave the woman what she wanted, returning the kiss as her hands gave firm grips to her ass cheeks.

During the kiss, Emma slapped the right cheek of Marissa before releasing that cheek and reaching for her own skirt. She started yanking at it, pulling it up as the cloth slid over her smooth legs, and eventually over her cock where the large member could be seen and felt. It was all she needed, just to get her skirt above that kickstand of a cock, and she returned her hand back to Marissa's ass. Her stockings went up mid-thigh and clipped onto her garter belt, but no panties were seen, so her cock was seen in its full glory.

The woman's cock was positioned straight enough that Emma could lower Marissa just enough so the shaft could nestle across the redheads sex. The top of her shaft offering itself as a landing pad for the held female. "Feel that?" Emma panted as she broke the kiss, putting her lips near Marissa's ear before nipping at her lobe. "Mmm, tell me that you want my cock. That you need it, tell me that your body is mine." She cooed softly, her hands still gripping her ass cheeks, and gliding her across that hardened shaft.

Emma had to admit, this whole situation was part of why she was so turned on. Not just the thrill of taking someones virginity, but to allow Marissa to live for the first time. From what she watched in the documentary, she wasn't a fan of how the female had to live. Live like a prisoner, just to die anyway? If in this day and age a cure hadn't been found, then living out those limited days as a lab rat was a fate worse than death. It also turned her on a bit to know how pissed the doctors would be if they saw the redhead now, and she was going to give Marissa all that her little heart could handle.
 
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