Bad Girl Business

Chapter 3: Growth

Amanda Young

The Entity has spoken and consented.
Julie and I show no mercy and make short work of the survivors. Well, I make short work, using my razor-sharp blade to finish off the two males with cold precision and unyielding hardness. I would have tortured them more if my mind wasn't so completely occupied with one thing: Julie.
The addressed definitely takes her time with the two brats, wielding her hunting knife like an artist his paintbrush. I can't help but watch her spellbound, and the screams she elicits from both of their lungs are music to my ears.
Julie only stops when her canvas is nothing but piercing red. With uneven breath, she turns from her gory masterpiece to me and involuntarily my jaw drops. She just looks stunning. Blood spatters dot her gorgeous blond hair and fair skin, while her green eyes glow with excitement and another emotion, which is mirrored in mine. Desire. Pure all-encompassing desire.
Without thinking twice, I close the distance between us and kiss her. The moan that escapes her lips goes through my marrow and bone before she sheathes her knife and runs both of her hands through my loose black hair, kissing me back with double intensity. I groan as my right hand grabs her delicate neck and my left hand grabs her slim waist. I press her body flush against mine and she tightens her grip on my hair, making me gasp. She takes the opportunity to slip her tongue in my mouth and we start making out so wildly that I lose all sense of place and time.
It's been too long since I've given myself to someone like this. It may be careless, reckless and yet it feels so good. So right.
Pulling away from her for a moment to catch my breath, I notice our changed surroundings. We're back at the Gideon Meat Plant. Julie's eyes light up as she looks sideways towards my bedroom while a big grin spreads across my face.

Julie Kostenko

Blame it on the adrenaline, but I'm super horny and hungry like the wolf.
I can't wait anymore, screw the bed.
Once we're at her workbench, I turn Amanda toward me and press her back against it. She takes my hint and hops onto the surface, dark eyebrows raised in defiance. Without hesitation, I slip my hands under her shirt and pull it over her head. I'm pleased to see that she's not wearing a bra, ogling her small but fine round breasts.
"Oh, are you blushing, Madi? Don't worry, your tits are super hot," I giggle, part amused, part aroused, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth while massaging the other with my hand. Amanda grits her teeth and yet I hear the sighs of pleasure that inevitably escape her. I switch sides with a pop and soon I see the first signs of sweat on Amanda's lovely flushed face.
I smile like the cat that got the canary and slowly but purposefully unzip her jeans. "Let me show you how grateful I am, Madi..."
She trembles as I pull both pants and panties down her slender legs and start kissing my way up from her ankles over her knees to her thighs. I pay special attention to every single scar I come across, caressing it like a precious treasure. I want to show her that she's beautiful, everything about her. Amanda moans and throws her head back, her hair a cascade of glittering black silk. Arriving at her hot center, I raise my head and our eyes meet. Her pupils are dilated, her lips are swollen and her breathing is heavy.
"Fuck, you look so damn sexy, Madi...," I purr, blowing a breath of cool air on her visibly heated clit. "It should be a crime not to capture your facial expression for future generations."
Amanda lets out a lustful growl and roughly grabs the back of my head before shakily uttering, "You talk too much, Blondie. Give your mouth something better to do."
I grin, a mixture of smugness and amusement, and decide not to keep my savior waiting any longer for her reward. I immerse myself in her cinnamon scent and Amanda spreads her legs further as she runs her skilled fingers through my hair. I touch, kiss, lick, suck, rub and bite her to unimaginable heights and every aroused twitch from her spurs me on even more. I spoil her like she fucking deserves.
"Oh! Oh, yeah! Don't stop..." Her request is no more than a whimper. "Your wish is my command," I whisper back, increasing my efforts. With every movement of my tongue and fingers, Amanda's moans grow louder, her nipples harder, her pussy wetter. I'm so turned on by it myself that I squeeze my legs together, imagining her red mouth doing the same to me against my pink folds.
As if our sensations were merging, Amanda lets out a scream, her pussy clenching around my fingers. During her earth-shattering orgasm, I continue to finger her, teasing every little bliss out of her naked body until she finally comes off her high. She lowers her head and her eyes lock into mine. She is still breathing erratically, yet her gaze is clear, unmistakable. What just happened was a big step for her. A big step for us. I can't help but genuinely smile.
But before I know it, Amanda jumps off the workbench and starts removing the clothes from my body at a breathtaking pace. Her energy seems to be fully restored because when my sports bra can't keep up with her demands fast enough, she unceremoniously rips it off and tosses it aside carelessly. She bluntly takes my hand in hers, pulling me over to her bed and shoves me onto the mattress before straddling me. Her still wet pussy right on top of mine is like heaven on earth.
"Oh Madi, it feels so damn good to feel you over me. I have to be careful not to come right away," I confess breathlessly and Amanda smirks crookedly. She doesn't make it any easier for me as she begins to move, rubbing her crotch against mine, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Unlike her, I don't hold back my pleasure, moaning so loud it echoes off the factory walls. She pinches my hard nipples and smothers my next moan with a deep, sharp kiss. Our tongues tango, fighting for the upper hand as Amanda's movements above me grow feral and untamed. I grab her firm ass, rotating my hips in unison with hers, and whisper into her mouth, "Come with me, Madi Baby."
As soon as my words are out, she freezes over me like a statue before surrendering to her sweet release. I follow her shortly after, scraping my nails down her back while pressing her torso against mine. It feels like an eternity until the waves of bliss sweep over both of us. So long that we don't even notice how exhausted we actually are, so it's only logical that we fall asleep next to each other in a tight embrace, wet from our shared bodily fluids.

Amanda Young

It's a low murmur in my right ear that makes me open my eyes again after a long restful sleep. Julie's long legs are draped over mine, her arm hangs over my bare waist, and her murmuring finally turns into a contented sigh. In the dim light of my bedroom lamp she looks so young and innocent, as if she couldn't even rip off a wing from a mosquito. I grin, remembering our delicious bloodbath yesterday, and gently brush a strand of blonde hair from her face behind her pierced ear. A truly bewitching devil in disguise.
As if hearing my compliment, Julie wakes up and yawns softly before her emerald eyes lock into mine. "Good morning, Madi. I hope you now know how grateful I am to you. For everything..."
I smile and meet her halfway as she leans in for a kiss. "Oh yes, I know that now. But it never hurts to repeat it, right? I mean, better safe than sorry."
She laughs a hearty laugh and my heart takes an unwanted leap.
Really, Amanda? I scold myself internally. You've finally had really good sex for what feels like forever and you're instantly confusing it with stupid, serious feelings.
I don't even want to express them, they're so cringe. Last night was just purely physical fun. Nothing more, nothing less. Calm down, will you!
My inner protestations are more bad than good, but I force myself to put some distance back between us by sitting up and changing the subject. "We need to talk about how it happened that those four turdish idiots were able to put you through their paces."
Julie blinks as if irritated by my abrupt change in mood, but a moment later she regains control of her features and sits up as well. "First, tell me how you even managed to keep me company yesterday."
I smile proudly. "The Entity hates unfair competition, so it gave me an opportunity to even the odds."
Julie returns my smile before continuing. "Well, one of the survivors had an electric glove with him. According to their statement, they found it on the edge of their campfire. Very strange. I hardly think The Entity would allow such an item in a trial. The rules of the game are clear, give the survivors hope but no serious weapons of self-defense."
I nod in agreement as my mind wanders. Who the heck would want to leave such a gift to the survivors? For what purpose? Did he or she know that Julie is next to step into the ring and inevitably be the first to make contact with the thing? Questions over questions, but no answers.
I intuitively think back to Kenneth Chase and his cowardly attack on me. Could it be that these two events are somehow related, that someone was targeting both of us? But it doesn't make sense! Where is the link? Julie and I have only just recently become close. Very close...
My inner monologue comes to an end as my gaze lands on her still uncovered body. I lick my lower lip and Julie leans forward slightly, exposing even more of her sensual beauty.
Damn, she knows exactly what she's doing. It's really hard to focus when she's looking at me like that. I long to feel her on or beneath me again, to lose myself in her touch and her scent of vanilla. But I shake my head.
"Julie... We need to find out what's going on here. Who pulls the strings. Only then can I... move on."
Move on to think about my weird feelings for you or whatever this is between us.
It's quiet for a moment, the sexual tension almost unbearable. Then she too seems to come to the same conclusion as me.
With visible effort, we get up synchronously to get fully dressed. Julie gives me a look over her shoulder. "We should start by talking to Kenneth Chase again, find out what his agenda is and whether or not he was working alone." The corners of my mouth twist into a malicious smile and I clench my fists in anticipation of interrogating my assailant. "Fantastic idea. Let me just sharpen my blade before we go."
As I'm about to put my words into action, a familiar dark mist rises. I sigh at the forced change of plans, preparing myself for the dark goddess to take me, but the mist doesn't only gather at my feet. When the dark tendrils unexpectedly wrap themselves around Julie as well, we change a surprised look, but before anyone is able to speak up, The Entity is snatching us both away and spitting us out in the unmistakable arena of Father Campbell's Chapel.
The crow next to me screeches up into the sky, and when I look at Julie across from me, my eyes almost pop out of my head. She wears a goofy pink cheerleading uniform with the grotesque slogan "To Die For" emblazoned in bold block letters on her thin crop top. No sign of her hunting knife. "What the actual..."
Instinctively, I turn and stare at my reflection in the glass of the fortune-telling machine. To my absolute horror, I'm wearing the same ugly cheerleading outfit as Julie with no weapon whatsoever on my body, causing a portentous shiver to run down my spine.
"Is this a joke?!" Julie's voice sounds as incredulous as mine. I swallow, my throat as dry as dust and parchment. This must be a joke. A crude, very stupid joke.
But when the Clown's cough, both familiar and obnoxious, can be heard in the distance, I'm sure we both know this is anything but a joke. It's deadly serious.