All The Fallen *~* Chapter 26 ~*~ Won’t Stand Down

            Before the crowd’s nervousness could gather momentum, Carmen cued up a new mix of trance and techno house music that quickly washed over the crowd.  She swiftly eased them out on to the dance floor of the room, with a soft cajoling voice over the mike, harnessing the beat. 

            The dyke drama forgotten, at least momentarily, dancers moved back onto the floor.  She played them like a fine instrument, with smooth segues from one tune to the next, building to the hard drive of Tricky.  Speakers shuddered with the deep bass boom, the beat that seized up the dancers and transported them, hips pumping, arms waving.  Kit was grinding against Ivan’s thigh, feeling the call of his lust to hers.  Jenny was moving seductively around a grinning Marina, sliding along her long body, pulling away with the flirtiest of grins.

            The short butch recognized their opportunity at that instant.  It was time.  She nodded to the taller woman and they moved into the crowd, zeroing in on Jenny and Marina. 

            The butch reached into her pocket, pulled out a small vial, and stopped long enough to shake something small and thin into the palm of her hand, gingerly picking it up between thumb and fingers.  Weaving in and out of the dancers, she slipped up behind Jenny while her companion circled Marina.  As she reached out, Marina suddenly whirled and threw her arm around Jenny just as the butch’s hand struck out to deliver the poison.

            “Ow!”  Marina cried out and shook her hand.  Her face a blaze of wonder as something needled her.  Blinking hard, an odd feeling overtaking her instantly, a hard wash of emotions, and then the room began to whirl inexplicably. 

            “What’s wrong?”  Jenny’s bright blue eyes widened with alarm.

            The butch’s eyes also widened.  She found her companion’s eyes and motioned her off the dance floor with a nod of her close-cropped head.  “Shit, She is really gonna be pissed,” she muttered under her breath.

            With Jenny looking on, Marina glanced down at a small red bump on the back of her hand.  “I just got stung!”  She rubbed the mark, which, instead of alleviating the burn, seemed to be spreading it, up her arm.  Not a burn, she thought, more like…something warm…spreading up her arm…not at all unpleasant, yet unwanted and frighteningly calming and exhilarating at the same time.