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    All The Fallen ~*~ Chapter 10 ~*~ Not Me

     

                “I’ll let ya take it for a little test drive.” She set it down by her hand.  She almost dared touch her, but she resisted, this was one Domme that was worth latching onto for later.

     

                “How do you use it?”  She asked, feeling her excitement building to the boiling point.

     

                “Slip it under the skin, preferably in a vein so it takes effect sooner.  Back of the hand works fine, but a breast vein is more fun.  That’s why the crystals are so thin, but they’re stronger than they look.  Just a little skin pop and you’re ready for hours of fun.  Just be careful you don’t stick yourself with the wrong color.”  Her eyes were liquid with excitement.  She could taste this woman’s hunger now; it flushed to her skin.

     

                “Of course, if you don’t like what you see, you can always BYOB.”  She added.

     

                “What?” She shook her head, her hair cascading around her shoulders.

     

                “Bring your own bottom,” the butch laughed in a coarse voice.  “Would you like to go shopping?”  She offered with a nod of her head.

     

                “What do you have in mind?”  She asked in a seductive tone.

     

                “Just a place where the meat’s a little more tender and tasty.  They always make better screamers.”

     

                “And then….?”

     

                “Bring ‘em back here.  To the darkroom. It’s open all night.”

     

                She closed her fist around the vial, tucked it into a pouch on her belt and zippered it shut, before smiling and nodding toward the exit.  “Are you a pimp or a tour guide?”

     

                “Neither,” the butch smiled eagerly.  “Sometimes I just like to watch.”

     

    ~*~*~*~*~*

               

                Jo stepped off the plane and went back to the club, forcing her body to move when it really wanted to just drop dead.  She dug her keys out of her pocket, hitting the button and starting her silver Honda Civic from a distance, she slid into the seat and drove away without much thought. 

     

                She’d followed the scent of the child until the airport, and she realized that they were more than two steps ahead of her.  She came home, but what she was coming home to was a mystery of just how she’d acquired the power of the visions.

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