Catalyst

Dark and Dirty

Ayano's brain had been going a million miles an hour once they entered the motel. She had never felt so energized in her whole life. It wasn't a new emotion, but rather one she already had with a little something extra. It moved through her brain and through her muscles, powering her every thought and movement.

She had originally planned to wait for Kokona to come out of the room with the paying man in tow, but it occurred to her that maybe they wouldn't be stupid enough to be seen leaving together. So they had to improvise.

"He'll open the door," she said in a low voice to Osana. "For more sex."

Nothing for a moment, then Osana realized what Ayano meant. Her expression was priceless, but Ayano couldn't afford the luxury of a smile right now, however rare they might be for her.

"No!" Osana squeaked, "I can't do that! Why don't you do it?"

"Because I'm plain," Ayano replied simply.

Osana didn't argue with that point, but she didn't make a move to comply with Ayano's order either.

"Besides, you're much more aggressive than Kokona," she continued. "He'll appreciate you more than her. Wasn't that one of the reasons you're more suited to be with your Senpai?"

Osana caved inward physically, just slightly. Ayano could tell that she had defeated her. She reached for the top of Osana's school uniform, causing Osana to stumble backward.

"Ew!" she hissed. "What are you doing?"

"You need to look the part don't you?"

Osana whimpered as Ayano adjusted the neckline of her uniform so that her breasts were more visible. Ayano felt her anger lessen again when she noticed Osana's discomfort. Although the feeling was pleasant, she had to remind herself to work quickly. They could be finished any minute.

"What are you waiting for?" Ayano asked impatiently

Osana looked on the verge of tears. "O-on second thought, maybe this isn't the best idea."

Ayano raised her fist and rapped on the door.

*****

Osana had made a grave mistake. This plan was so stupid and this girl was insane. After Ayano knocked on the door, Osana was preparing to run. Before she could though, a man opened the door a crack.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

Osana froze. "H-hello sir," she said softly.

The tears were almost flowing freely at this point, but she couldn't let this break her. She couldn't be weak like Kokona.

The man squinted, then opened the door a couple centimeters wider. Osana felt his eyes travel down her body, resting briefly on her breasts, then continuing it's way down. She felt like she wanted to crawl out of her skin.

"I didn't order someone else," he said, suspicion obvious.

Osana swallowed hard, feeling her pride go down with the very little saliva left in her mouth. "That doesn't mean you don't want anyone else."

The man considered her one more time. Osana still had the chance to run, but she was frozen to the spot. Where was Ayano?

Then the man smiled. "It must be my lucky day," he said, opening the door all the way. "Come on in, little lady."

Osana stepped inside. At this point she was afraid the man would hurt her if she tried to run. The room was dark, so Osana had a bit of trouble seeing at first. The first thing she noticed was Kokona lying on the bed, topless and braless, with her skirt partially down her thighs. Her purple drills were messy and a few strands of hair hung over her fearful eyes. She obviously recognized Osana, but she didn't say anything.

Osana heard the door close behind her. She was way out of her depth. Never mind the picture of Kokona, how the hell was she supposed to get out of here?

The man turned around to face Osana, pausing to look her up and down once more. Osana was about to run, to tear open the door and disappear. Then the man coughed. A couple drops of liquid landed on Osana's cheeks. She gagged and wiped them away with her fingers. Blood. Osana choked back a scream as the man fell forward, face first into the carpet. Ayano was standing behind the body, a dripping kitchen knife in her hand.

Osana opened her mouth to say something. She wanted to scream at Ayano, ask her what the hell she thought she was doing, but she could only choke out strangled noises. Ayano moved to the bed where Kokona was, and before the naked girl had time to scream or even realize what was happening a knife was buried in her throat. For the first time, Ayano genuinely grinned at Osana, and it made Osana sick.

"Wh-what?" Osana stuttered, finally regaining her voice.

Ayano didn't answer. She grabbed Osana's wrist. Osana yelled and pulled, but that didn't last long. Ayano drove a needle into Osana's bicep. The world around Osana began to swim and darken. She wanted to panic, but something was dulling her senses. She pathetically fought the drug until her small body gave in, slumping to the carpet along with the corpses.