House Party..By Aerosol Kid

Faye is taking the blonde chick into that room, the one Grace doesn'tlike. She shuts the door and Grace feels sorry for the girl, wishing shecould place her face. She blinks hard because the spots on the edges ofher vision - the blue and silver ones - won't fade. All of a sudden sheregrets using the little box on the other girl, even though it's what Eriktold her to do when she got downstairs. She's just standing in front ofthe door, wondering what to do next, when she realizes Erik is doing thesame thing. Grace looks up at him and she can tell he wants to go inthere. Real bad. He's staring at the door like he can will it open, orlike he wants to see through it, but then he notices that Grace is watchinghim. He looks like he's about to say something to her, but instead heslips his hands around her waist and moves them up to the bare skin aboveher skirt. She warms up to that immediately, moving in closer, nuzzling."Come on," he tells her. She lets him guide her down the hall, into the master bedroom. Shestops just where he lets go of her and he closes the door. It's a littlecold, because the air conditioner is blasting and Erik's not touching heranymore. He sits down on the bed and scoots to the middle, lying backagainst the headboard. Grace stands there and lets him look at her becauseit's turning her on. She feels really hot in this schoolgirl getup,something she's never worn, but she's fantasized about it. About beingscolded by the professor after school for being naughty. She remembersposing in the fantasy, so she puts her hands on her hips and pouts alittle. Erik doesn't seem to care very much about that. "Take off yourclothes," he says. Grace is a little disappointed to be jarred out of her fantasy, as wellas disoriented. She thinks she's supposed to make a little show out ofgetting undressed, but her fingers fumble quickly with the buttons of herwhite shirt. The clothes become an obstacle, a job to be performed for areward, and Grace is trying to hurry to the reward. She lets the plaidskirt drop to the floor around her ankles, slips her underwear down herhips and steps out of them. She wants to leave the vest and unbuttoneddress shirt on and get to work on Erik, but that's not what her told her todo, so she shrugs out of them as she drops to her knees on the bed. Erik just looks at her, and she knows what to do next. Moving quickly,she gets him out of his clothes. He wants it fast, so she leans over hisgroin and lets her pigtails brush his hipbones. She breathes on his prickefficiently, and she hears his head bump against the wall. He's alreadystiffening as she takes him into her mouth, all the way. Grace makes along, soft sound, and by the time she's out of breath he's huge in hermouth. She raises up and sits between his legs, stretching out her calvesto plant her feet against the headboard. Lying back between his feet, shesays, "Use me, baby," like she's supposed to. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Fuck you." Gina has just replied to Faye's inquiry about her comfort.Her wrists are numb. She's tied to a chair with smelly fabric that's roughagainst her back. There are sheets hanging all around them, very close by,and they smell too. In fact, the whole room reeks of musty sex. Faye is standing over her, smiling. She won't stop looking at her, upand down, like she's used to ogling people without them minding. Only Ginaknows for a fact that Faye isn't into her - she's trying to decide whatpart to hurt first. Gina moves around to stretch out the kinks in hermuscles and just stares back at her. "What are you looking at?" Faye threatens. "White trash hosebag," Gina informs. Faye breathes deeply. "I don't want to mark up that pretty face, muchas I'd like to. If we have to send you home we don't want any questions." "You mean questions like 'Where have you been?'" Gina is still lookingFaye in the eye. "Oh, you'll tell whatever story we put in your head." "Think so?" A challenge - not a great idea, but Gina can't help it. She's very angry. Faye closes the gap between them. "I'm going to enjoy adjusting yourattitude, little runt." "What's Erik think about that?" Gina's compulsion to obey Erik doesn'textend to Faye, which interests her. And it's pretty clear that Fayedoesn't entirely approve of Erik's newest hobby. "Mind your business." Suspicion confirmed. "Mind your business," Gina parrots back, making fun of Faye's accent. "I'll bet he doesn't want you to get too carried away with me." She'sreaching, but she has a hunch. Faye gets in Gina's face. "If it comes down to me or Erik..." She givesa contemptuous little laugh. "It's gonna be me. If it comes down to me oryou..." She wraps her fingers around Gina's throat. "I'll cut you. I'llcarry you out of here in a bag." After staring into her eyes for a longminute, Faye turns around and ducks behind a sheet. Gina's glad becauseshe doesn't want Faye to see her shaking. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Grace is in heaven. Erik has let her take a bath, and she's marinatingin peach scented bubbles. She's almost forgotten about her sore wrists,ankles and groin, and she slips down against the porcelain to dunk herhead. Underwater, she almost loses sight of the blue and silver patternsbehind her eyelids. Almost. She comes up for a joyous gulp of air, andthe first thing she hears as the suds leak out of her ears is voices in thebedroom. "...long are these kids going to be in my house?" It's Faye, and she'spissed. "Who bought you this house?" Erik challenges. "Don't go there with me, Erik. Just don't." Erik doesn't. "Baby... Think of everything we can do." "I didn't mind when it was just about you slipping mickeys to highschool girls at parties. Shit, I've done it myself a dozen times. Butthis is different. You're being reckless. And the older one..." Erik cuts her off. "We have these new machines. When we get tired ofGrace and Gina, we can send them on their way. They won't rememberanything, and the cops won't know shit. If we need to, we just move. I'vegot properties all over this state under all kinds of assumed names. Nextrave that happens downtown, you can take home any boy that strikes yourfancy. Think about it..." "I don't need a full-time fuckslave, Erik!" Faye is undeterred and Graceis fascinated, although she doesn't know this Gina chick they're talkingabout. She splashes merrily in the tub as Faye plows on. "And I don'tthink that's what you're after, either. I've seen you look at them." "You think I'm falling in love with them?" Erik is incredulous. "Look. This has been about you and me having our fun and not judgingeach other. Together. I didn't judge you when you tried the shit on me." "No, but you sure as fuck hold it over my head every chance you get!"Erik's volume is rising to match Faye's. Grace stops splashing. There isan ominous pause. Faye's tone changes. "Fucker... You stupid fucker." She's pacing -Grace can hear her voice move around the room. She sinks a little bit intothe bubbles. "You better not forget how tight I am with your dear olddad." "Faye..." Erik is pacing too. "Shut up! If you fuck with me, if you try to leave me, I'll tell himall about what you do. What you did to me. That won't sit too well withRich Old Dad. Will it?" "Faye, calm down." There's another pause. Then Faye laughs. "I know about your newgirlfriend. I told her. I told her I'd cut her." She laughs again, andGrace is trying to remember if Faye told her she'd cut her. "I'm going toput out that fire in her eyes." Erik is livid. "Faye, what are you talking about? You saw whathappened to Grace the first time we used that thing! She only just startedtalking again a few hours ago. We agreed to be more careful. If somethinghappens, if we damage her..." "You should've thought of that when you took these little ones home withyou last week!" Faye says triumphantly, and slams the door as she leavesthe room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- There's a sickening warmth flooding Gina's stomach. She licks her lipsand blinks, trying to stay focused, but the drug is strong. Her halterstrap is digging into her neck - she's been in this chair for a couple ofhours. She's freaked because it looks like Faye is calling the shots, andErik is arguing with her. She's straining to follow the conversationbefore she gets too high, because they're arguing her fucking fate right infront of her. "I warned you," Faye is saying to Erik. "You had to push me. It's notmy fault. I'm going to fry her." "Baby, come off it!" It sounds to Gina like Erik lost this one before hecame into the room. "We almost made Grace into a vegetable! Where's thefun in that?" "The fun is in teaching this little bitch not to look at me when I talkto her. The fun is in turning your sweet new piece of ass into a droolingmoron." Gina clears her throat. "Um. Guys?" She's about thirty seconds frompassing out, but she makes a go of it. It looks like she has theirattention. "There are people out looking for us. The cops already knowabout Erik, they just haven't I.D.'d him yet. They took DNA samples fromour clothes last week. We gave descriptions." She swallows. "It's only amatter of time before they find us here." If I'm still in town and hedidn't make me drive to the next county, Gina prays. "If you hurt us,you'll only make it worse for yourselves." Faye laughs. "Listen to her beg. I wish you hadn't shot her full ofdope. I want to hear her beg some more." Gina hears a sound like a cameraflash charging. She feels something slip onto her head. Erik takes Faye's hand, and the weird thing is, she lets him. "Faye. Just please bump that setting down. Just a little. That's more than weused on Grace." A little! Gina's pits are slick with sweat. Her neck is numb from thehalter strap. She wants to say something to Faye, but her head droopsforward. It's all over - she's fading. "Okay shug. A little." Click. Gina's dream world savagely expands into a pink and lime mandala. Hernose starts to run. She shudders violently as the static eats into hermemory. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- They've left her alone. The bubbles are long gone and Grace doesn'tquite know what to do with herself. She's still in the bathtub andeveryone else is in that other room and she doesn't want to think aboutthat. She decides they're going to have to come into this bathroom and gether when they want her, because she's way too comfortable in this hot,fragrant water. She's rubbing her temples, then dropping her hands into the water, thenrubbing them again, trying to keep her fingers hot against her face. It'shelping her headache, so she feels lots better even though she can stillhear this very high tone and there are spots on her peripheral vision. Andsometimes when she reaches for the washcloth her fingers bang clumsilyagainst the tub. But her coordination seems to be improving. At least shewas able to get the rubber bands out of her hair, shake out those pigtails,then pile the whole wet blonde mess on top of her head. She scoots forward to turn on the hot water again, and when she leansback she hears something faint through the walls. She's at least two roomsaway from the others, so she knows it must be a pretty loud noise to reachher in here, over the sound of the faucet. It's fairly constant, changingin pitch or pausing occasionally. Grace is torn; she wants to dunk herhead underwater and get away from the sound, but she also feels that it'simportant to pay attention. She turns off the hot water, rotates herselfsideways in the tub and rests her chin on the side. Now she knows that thesound is a human voice, or rather, a human body is making soundautomatically - there's no intelligence to it. Grace hugs herself tightly,but she keeps listening. The wailing reaches a different pitch, lower. She realizes that she has heard this voice her whole life. It's a voicethat has chastised her and lectured her. Is it Mom? No, that's not right.It's a voice that's teased and taunted her. A voice that shared a bedroomwith her until she was seven. Grace knows that it's Gina, and she's glad she only forgot her for alittle while. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Stop trying to bite me." Faye is trying to lower Gina onto theplastic-covered floor, and Gina is feebly snapping at her fingers to keepher away. She can't open her eyes and her ears are ringing like she's beenat the loudest band practice ever. She can't think in words, let alonespeak, and her consciousness is meandering freely on its own, like thatlayer of drowse just before you fall asleep. She knows she wants Faye toget away from her, but she doesn't know where she is or what's beenhappening for the last few hours. Now she's sweating all over the grimyplastic, weakly trying to blow her soaked bangs away from her forehead,frowning. Faye is peeling off Gina's damp clothes and then she feels cooler. Ahint of a breeze blows across her sex and she realizes that it's a part ofher she's keenly aware of. She wonders grimly what's been going on downthere, because she's superheated - primed and wet. She moves her slickthighs together, then freezes because the urge to touch herself isunbearable and she can't use her hands well enough right now to do the job.Faye laughs softly and lights up a smoke, somewhere nearby on the floor. "Yeah, Erik worked on you for a little while. He thinks you're quite apiece. I don't see it myself." She exhales and Gina sniffs at the smokehungrily. "You wanna drag?" Gina nods, then sucks greedily at the Winstonthat's put to her lips. She coughs a little, causing brilliant littlewhite stars to arc across her eyelids. Then she wants to throw up, but shepasses out instead. When she wakes up again, the lights are out and she'salone. The air conditioner is on, though, and the comforting sound andcool air send her quickly back to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It's been a busy night for Grace. Erik pulled her from the tub just asshe was dozing off and made her put her schoolgirl clothes back on. Thenhe had her all over the house, vacuuming the floors, doing laundry,scrubbing this and that. Every so often he'd do something to her, likesurprise her in the laundry room with a chloroform-soaked rag. Or he'dgive her a spiked glass of water and watch as she passed out. The mostannoying part of this little game, Grace remembers now, was that each timeshe came to, he told her to forget what had just happened. So each time hepounced on her she was surprised all over again. Eventually Fayematerialized and told him to knock it off and let her clean the house. Grace was vaguely relieved to spend an uninterrupted hour conscious. While she was cleaning in the bathroom she heard Faye and Erik arguingabout Gina some more. Though she seems to like Grace well enough, Fayestrikes her as more than a little unstable, and Gina appears to set heroff. At the time it sounded like Erik was trying to let Faye work out herdemons without killing Gina or turning her into a retard. They shouted ateach other for quite awhile, so Grace was glad when they cooled out. They tried to get her to fix dinner, but they couldn't hypnotize herinto a good cook - Grace sucks major ass in the kitchen. So they bailed onthat idea and Faye stepped in. "You must get by on looks alone, cutiepie," she said as she chopped vegetables. "While you're here that's fine,but when we get sick of your ass and send you home, you're gonna learn thatyou need what's called a 'skill set'." Erik seemed very entertained. "Look at you, mothering her. How sweet." Faye reddened and continued to chop. Grace had a remark on the tip ofher tongue, but she kept quiet. She couldn't figure out if they knew thattheir power over her was fading (and she wasn't completely sure of thatherself), so she just played dumb. After a moment, Faye turned to Erik. "That was just a little advice. Girl to girl. Doesn't really matterbecause after dinner I'm gonna have her on the floor munching my rug." It was true. Grace did the dishes and then serviced Faye in the livingroom for a solid hour. When Faye's orgasms were occurring faster than therate she was flipping through channels on the television, Erik tapped Graceon the shoulder, bent her over the coffee table and fucked her brains out. Now she's tucked into the guest bed, marveling at her evening as anappliance, stretching out her sore tongue. She wants to see Gina, but Erikhas given her a sedative while acting out some sort of "sneak into theco-ed's dorm room" fantasy, and now he's probably playing even more fuckedup games with her sister. She occupies herself by fighting the relativelymild narcotic as long as she can, while thinking about how to get out ofhere. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The door creaks open and Gina lumbers to consciousness. Her firstinstinct is to push herself away from the doorway, but her feet slideuselessly on the plastic. The lights come on and she groans because shecan't lift her hand to shield her eyes. Erik leans down in front of her,cutting some of the glare. She just lies there and looks at him stupidly,working her jaw while she tries to remember how speech works. She shiversas the air conditioner comes on, and Erik picks up her clothes and startsto dress her. It's an awkward process because Gina can't really doanything to help him. She wishes she had her nightgown, but the minimalpink clothes do warm her up a little. Erik ties her strap behind her neckand scoops her up off the floor. As he carries her down a hallway that shedoesn't remember, she tries to figure out where she is. They reach a door, which Erik bumps open with Gina's feet. It's dark inhere, and the next thing she knows she's being lowered onto a bed. As Eriktucks her in and turns to leave, she senses someone next to her, stirring.She feels her sister's arms wrap around her, feels Grace's head slip ontoher shoulder. Gina feels better. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This maid shit is getting really old. Her mom doesn't even make her dothis much housework. Grace has spent the whole day cleaning, and todayshe's decked out in some of Faye's trashy clothes, which don't quite fitright. She's sure Erik loves watching her struggle to keep her titssecured in this ridiculous tube top as she scrubs floors on her hands andknees. Grace is completely over him and this love slave trip that he's on,and she's pretty sure that she's no longer under his influence. She'sbasing this on her total lack of arousal when Erik puts his mitts on her.In fact, she feels strongly that Erik is a dork - she doesn't know what shefirst saw in him at the rave, all those days ago. But she acts like shestill digs on him so he won't suspect. Faye is out of the house and Grace is trying to figure out how to slipaway with Gina, but Big Sister is going to be hard to handle. Afterfucking her and fussing over her all morning, Erik has left her on thecouch in the living room to recuperate from the brain blasting that Fayegave her last night. Gina's as clumsy as a newborn and she can't seem tosit up. She hasn't said a word all day, although Grace can tell that she'ssomewhat lucid. From her own experience, she bets that Gina will be betterin a few more hours, but she needs her to be mobile now, while Erik ispiddling around the house. While he's upstairs, she quietly tries the front door. It's locked witha deadbolt that you need a key for. Before he comes back downstairs, shetries the door to the big garage. It creaks open for her. Peeking in, shesees Gina's car as well as the button for the garage door on the wall. Aha! The stairs creak overhead, so Grace quickly shuts the door and grabsher broom. Erik is moving quietly and she hopes that he's not going tospend the afternoon knocking her out over and over again. She wishes thatshe knew where he kept all those drugs, so she could get some of her ownback. She wanders into the living room and is relieved to see Erik bendingover Gina, taking her pulse. "Have you finished sweeping?" He doesn't turn around to look at her. "Uh-huh." "Bring me a glass of water." Use the legs God gave you, she thinks at him, but she complies. Gracehopes that he's not going to put more knockout drops in the glass and makeher drink it. She holds it out to him. Erik takes it and lifts up Gina'shead to let her sip slowly. He has his back to her, and Grace wants to hithim with something, but she's sure she'll fuck that up. If he'll just getaway from them again then she can get Gina out to the garage. Erik feels Gina's forehead, then waves his hand in front of her face,making her blink. Smiling at Grace, he says, "I'm going upstairs to getsome medicine. Make me something to eat. You can make a sandwich, right?" I got your sandwich. "Of course," she smiles sweetly. He pats her onthe ass and walks off. Grace heads to the kitchen, but circles back toGina when she hears Erik reach the top of the stairs. She spots Gina'slittle purse on the coffee table and checks inside. The keys are indeedthere. Slipping the purse onto her wrist, she bends over Big Sis and triesto lift her. This is hard for Grace to do, since they're about the samesize. Gina is as helpful as possible, awkwardly hooking her arms aroundGrace's neck, but Grace's heart is pounding and she's starting to have apanic attack. She starts toward the garage, trying not to dump her sisteron the floor. She's precisely halfway down the hall when she hears the faint sound ofthe garage door closing. Faye is back. Every curse word Grace knows leapsto mind as she spins around and tries to get Gina back to the couch asquickly as she can. She rounds the corner to the living room just as Fayecomes in from the garage, and she almost drops Gina on the coffee tablewhile darting around the furniture. Grace puts her sister down as quietlyas possible, then starts to head for the kitchen, but she freezes. Faye isstanding in the hallway with half a dozen shopping bags, watching Gracecoolly. Her eyes flick down and Grace curses herself because she still hasGina's purse on her arm. They stand there, silently regarding each otheras Erik descends the stairs. "Where's my sandwich?" he asks. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The big bed feels nice. Gina and Grace are lying in oppositedirections, listening to Eriks' soothing voice. Gina is also listening toGrace's slow, deep breathing. She seems to be a lot calmer now. AfterFaye wrestled her to the floor and Erik gave her a sedative, she stoppedyelling and screaming, which was fine with Gina because the noise wasmaking her head hurt. "I want both of you to keep relaxing, melting into the bed." The metalchoker is cool against Gina's neck, and she sighs. "That's it. My voiceand Faye's, these are the only voices you care about. Not your sister's,not anyone else who'll be here tonight." There's going to be a little soirée tonight. Some people are comingover and Gina and Grace are supposed to be good little cocktail waitresses.They're also going to provide some entertainment. Gina frowns a littlefrom time to time, because she thinks she's supposed to be doing somethingelse tonight - somewhere else - but this sounds like more fun. "Don't do anything any of the guests tell you to do unless Faye or Itell you it's okay. Smile, be the charming little hotties you are, butonly follow orders from us. Got it?" Gina licks her lips. "All right." These are the first words she'sspoken in nearly a day. "Be good girls, and you get a nice reward at the end of the night." Ginasmiles, squeezing her legs together. "Try to pull any shit, and you get tovisit the room down the hall. Okay?" "Okay," Gina says quickly. "Good. Your clothes are hanging on the door. Time to get ready."----------------------------------------------------------------------- Grace is having a blast, getting dressed with her sister. It's justlike before Gina moved out, when she'd let Grace tag along with her to oneof her gigs. She's letting Gina brush her hair and do her braids, watchingherself in the mirror. Their matching red dresses are to die for, and thered pumps dangling from her toes are very expensive. She picks out a shadeof silver glitter and holds the bottle up to Gina in the mirror. "Outstanding," Gina confirms. "Turn your head. This way." She's almostfinished with Grace's hair. Gina has tied her own hair up with a redlacquered chopstick, leaving some of it hanging down in front to frame herface. She looks very elegant, and Grace is a little envious. "All done."Giving herself a second look, Grace decides that she looks fairlymouth-watering as well. "Here," Grace says, rising up from her seat. Gina plops down in frontof the mirror and Grace shakes up the glitter. Her sister closes her eyesas Grace moves a shimmering finger to her face. She dabs carefully aroundher eyes until Gina begins to sparkle to her satisfaction. Then she tapsmore glitter out onto her palm, smiling, and traces a little onto Gina'scollarbone. They evaluate the result together in the mirror. "Ooh girl,"Grace marvels, as Gina bats her lashes demurely. Gina does the glitter routine with Grace, and they're just starting toput Faye's makeup away when Erik calls them on the intercom. "Come on downand make your entrance, ladies." Arm in arm, they step into the hall. Even from here things sound fundownstairs. Clinking glasses and animated conversation waft over thejump-up jungle that pulses through the walls. Smiling to each other inanticipation of the effect they're about to have, they sashay down thestairs in step. Erik's waiting at the bottom, a Prada poster boy. Theyhalt in front of him and the conversation in the living room stops. "Everybody, this is rhonda and rachel," Erik announces. Grace, who'splaying rachel this evening, looks from face to face in the small crowd,drinking in the blatant lust vibes she's getting from both sexes. Shecurtsies, and they all stop gawking at her and smile back. Erik leans into her ear. "Drinks." Grace slips her arm out of Gina's and takes her hand, pulls her into thekitchen. Here they load up trays full of Faye's off-the-wall but clevercocktails. Grace spends the next hour moving around the living room,serving drinks and exchanging small talk with the guests. Gina seems to bedoing well, she notes as she watches her sister smoothly slip out of theembrace of a tall, red-haired man. Now that they're lubricated, people are trying to corner Grace as shecollects empty glasses. They're asking her questions, like where's shefrom, and she follows Erik's instructions and gives elliptical answers. She walks by Erik and the red-haired guy, who reaches out to hinder herprogress. "Erik. My man. You have to tell me where you found thesepretty young submissives." He's creepy, but Grace gives him a thousand-wattsmile. "They're friends of Faye's niece," Erik lies. "From Atlanta. You go toschool with Hunter, don't you, rachel?" He's arching an eyebrow at Grace. "Yup." "Really?" the guy asks. "So Hunter's a junior this year, right?" "Yeah, she's halfway there!" Grace enthuses, looking at his drink. "CanI get you a refill?" "Please." He hands her his glass. Erik looks relieved. Faye greets them in the kitchen. Grace is stunned: Faye cleans up well.She's transformed herself from Trailer Park Queen into Dragon Lady, andGrace wonders what the hell Erik is doing fooling around with her and hersister. She gives Grace and Gina the rundown on the schedule. "In aboutthirty minutes, you'll do your thing. After that, you can go upstairs. Inthe meantime," she says, glancing out into the living room, "try not totalk to anybody for too long. These folks know you're up to some kinkyslave shit with me and Erik, but they don't know who you are. Keep it thatway." This is fine with Grace. Faye and Erik are showing off to friendsthat are a weird mix of rich, deviant and creepy. Some of them are doingblow, and she hates being around coked up assholes. She works the room for awhile longer, smiling, serving and alwaysmoving. She's getting pretty good at fending off advances from both the menand the women, and she's just escaped a tall, goth-looking Asian woman whenshe feels a hand at her elbow. It's the redhead again, and he's half inthe bag. "Say, rachel." He says into her ear. "You're not a very good liar. Hunter's not a junior. She's in the Master's program for chemicalengineering. Why the mysterious cover story?" His breath reeks of vodka.Grace blinks at him, trying to free her elbow. "Do you have a colorfulpast, at age eighteen?" Normally, this guy would be wheezing and clutchinghis balls by now, as Grace strutted off in search of more pleasant company,but she's not sure what Erik wants her to do here. Then she has thisstrange feeling that telling him her real name would help her somehow, butwhen she opens her mouth she remembers Faye and the room upstairs with thesheets. "rachel, it's show time," Faye says, pulling Grace's elbow free for her.She steps between Grace and the guy and puts her hand on his arm, oozingSouthern charm. "Michael, I think you'll find this interesting." Grace sneaks away to a spot in the front of the living room. Gina joinsher as a Photek track starts to rev itself up. A little spotlight burstsinto life, freezing her where she stands, next to her sister. The metalaround her neck starts to tingle, and she slowly turns to face Gina as thebeat drops. At that moment, there's no one else in the room but Gina, whobusts a move. Grace feels herself sink deeper into something, and shestarts to move as well. She's captivated by her sister - she dances almostas well as Grace does - and she notices that their movements are oddlysynchronized. This tune is getting her hot, and she remembers that she'snot wearing underwear beneath this tight red dress. She moves a little closer to Gina as they both throw their arms overtheir heads and wiggle their hips. They circle around each other, eyeslocked, and bring their hands down to brush fingers along their flanks. Gina does a neat little spin and dances to the edge of the spotlight whileGrace wonders what she's doing. The song crossfades into the next, anAphrodite jam that Grace absolutely adores. She misses her sister's heat,and she's just about to move over to her when Gina spins again and skipsback to her, head lowered, eyes smoldering. Before she registers it, hersister is kissing her on the mouth, grabbing her tightly and writhing tothe bassline. Grace recovers her composure and eagerly returns the kiss,slipping her hands around her sister's tiny waist. Then Gina is turningher around, slipping the straps of her dress down around her shoulders,leaving wet kisses on the back of her neck. Grace starts to lose track of things after that. She sort of checks outof her head and floats around in the harsh white light and the music. Periodically, she revisits herself to find that she's undressing Gina,pushing her to the floor, grinding her hips into hers. She's dimly awareof Gina pulling her dress down to her waist, grabbing Grace's ass andpulling her hipbone into her clit in time to the music. They're rockingback and forth on the floor as the song peaks. Then she hears Gina keeninto her left ear, and that causes her to flood, spasm, and finally returnto herself. She hears applause, the music changes back to the CD that wasplaying before, and she knows to get up off of Gina, pull her to her feetand lead her, breathless and giggling, up the stairs.