The Wrong Side of Town, (Part 2)

A few days later in the slums…

There was a big crowd gathered around the yellow police tapes, marking the limits of the crime scene. It was a boisterous, unruly crowd. People all talking at once, some shouting threats and insults at the uniformed policemen and women. They, on the other hand, looked menacing in their skin-tight black body suits and ballistic vests and helmets with the characteristic orange stripe in the middle. Bulky black goggles and ballistic masks obscured their faces, giving them an alien appearance, more like walking, menacing insects, armed with submachine guns and rail guns.
Sedira and Sadie stood next to each other, observing the scene. Two beautiful women like them would stand out in any crowd, even without Sadie’s flashy hair or the gothic apparel. It didn’t matter much though. Their mark was far too busy to notice.
Chrissie was standing right in the middle of the carnage. She was wearing a pair of baggy practical trousers over mil-spec combat boots. A plain but sturdy black leather jacket hid her vest from view along with her sidearm. Her hair was caught in a ponytail allowing full view of her concerned face.
Around her lay numerous bodies. A couple of thoroughly shot up old cars too.
The dead were literally riddled with bullets. They lay like broken toys in puddles of blood. A couple of bodies in one of the cars that had exploded were charred and filled the scene with the horrific smell of burned human flesh.
Another gang shootout, the Creeps against the Bloodhounds this time. Another bloody dispute over turf in the perpetual cycle of violence in the slums.
Only this time there were children involved. A boy and a girl, not older than ten lay dead among the gangbangers. Another little girl, maybe five years old, sat with her back to one of the cars’ tires, quietly crying. Blood ran from a shoulder wound along her arm, and a police paramedic was tending to her.
Under Sadie’s and Sedira’s watchful eyes, Chrissie walked to the little girl and haphazardly suppressed a sob while her eyes glistened with moisture. She went down on one knee beside the girl and tried to distract her while the paramedic dropped a line on the little one’s arm.
From a pocket in her jacket, she produced a very red lollipop and gave it to the little girl with a forced smile. It wasn’t enough to get the girl to smile back, but at least for now she seemed to stop crying.
Chrissie stayed with the little one for quite a while before being called to join some police big shot in official uniform. Chrissie got up with apparent reluctance, tussled the little one’s hair once and went to talk to the man in the ankle-length black leather coat and peaked police cap.
Sadie had seen enough. She no longer saw a reason to risk being noticed by one of the police officers. Without a word she turned around, walking casually past a row of parked black and orange armored police cruisers into a dark alley.
Sedira just watched her go. She did cut a ravishing figure, Sedira thought, and not just because she was in love with her. The stunning woman with the purple dyed hair was indeed a sight to behold in a very low cut leather corset worn over glossy skin-tight vinyl pants and over the knee boots. The long trenchcoat worn open at the front served to obscure the multitude of weapons from public view.
Sedira followed suit a few minutes later. She too looked terrific, though she never realized herself just how sexy she was. A tad taller and maybe a tad skinnier than Sadie, she still possessed of a very female body with luscious, inviting boobs, a slender waist, and long legs. Every part of exposed skin was covered in the cutest of freckles, and the effect was crowned by a pair of emerald green eyes behind a pair of dorky glasses and a mane of flaming ginger hair. The set-up was similar to Sadie’s except Sedira had opted for a leather set of pants and pumps on her feet.
She trailed her lover down the dark alley.
The way turned and twisted, this way and that, crisscrossing several similar alleys, always staying in the shadows of the crumbling tall buildings. Once this had been a vibrant quarter of a growing new city and these buildings, elaborately decorated had housed the offices of Law firms and stockbrokers and other glamorous and up and coming enterprises.
Now the firms were gone more than a hundred years ago and all that remained of that time were the crumbling edifices, the gargoyle water drains and the air of arrogant decadence.
She caught up with her lover at the prearranged rendezvous.
They kissed passionately, then Sadie whispered. “Let’s go get the Vee. It's happening tonight.”

Later that same evening

The bar was large and dark. Located in what once used to be a subway station, it would have been considered a dive almost anywhere else, but for this part of town, it was a classy establishment.
It was well visited in any case. Not brimming full but well attended.
The dancing floor was crowded by mostly younger patrons, dancing away to the horrendous rhythm of some local band. About half the booths around the dance floor were occupied, mostly by couples or pairs of couples. Some were drinking and watching the dance floor, others doing business, money, and drugs and weapons changed hands under a cloak of darkness and anonymity and the protection of the bribed off local police station. Some were fondling and others still outright copulating.
Most of the crowd was standing in haphazard concentring circles around the bar, drinking, chatting, subconsciously rocking to the rhythm of the music and flirting.
Sadie spotted Chrissie entering like she expected her to. This was where the young policewoman fled to when the horrors of everyday life became too much for her.
Sadie turned to warn her partner, but Sedira already had eyes on their mark.
The blonde cut a beeline straight to the bar and ordered a double of their best rotgut. She downed it in one shot, bought a bottle and went to sit in an unoccupied booth.
Sadie and Sedira left her alone for a while. Gave her time to warm herself up with alcohol and self-pity.
When Sadie judged the time right, they walked up to the dance floor, next to Chrissie’s booth. They danced seemingly oblivious to the world around them, but both felt Chrissie’s eyes on them on several occasions. “maybe we won’t need the Vee at all” mused Sedira, “but it won’t hurt to be on the safe side.”
After about ten minutes of dancing, Sedira made a big show of stumbling, crying out and going down, clutching her “hurt” right ankle.
Sadie, looking worried helped her up to her feet, and as they both turned around, they ended up right in front of Chrissie’s booth.
“Would you mind?” Sadie asked putting on her best smile and pointing at the empty seats.
Chrissie had watched the whole scene unfold. Reacting instinctively she returned the smile and moved further back on the couch to make room for the injured ginger-haired girl.
“Not at all, please sit down.” Then on second thought she stood up and addressed the injured girl: “That looks like a nasty strain, I’ll go get you some ice.” And without waiting for an answer, she walked towards the bar.
Sadie and Sedira barely had time to settle down, with Sedira feigning pain quite believably, when Chrissie showed up with a plastic bucket full of ice.
Without even asking she kneeled in front of Sedira, expertly removed her ankle high, high heeled shoe and wrapped a towel, which came with the bucket, around the injured limb, then spread some ice on the towel and folded it over.
“There, that should help for a while. We can add more ice when this becomes warm.”
Sedira popped her “injured” leg up on a stool and smiled warmly at Chrissie.
“Thank you very much, that is awfully kind of you.”
Chrissie smiled back, mumbling some polite response while taking the two girls in.
Both were quite stunning.
The injured one had flaming ginger hair falling loosely past her shoulders and wore a strapless nightgown in black velvet, with an abysmal cleavage, revealing much of her milk-white and freckled bosom. Fishnet stockings and high heeled black pumps along with diverse gothic jewelry rounded up her outfit.
Her companion had black and purple dyed hair, an equally provocative leather corset, barely concealing the nipples on her ample bosom and a pair of skin-tight leather pants. On her feet, she wore a pair of high ankle boots with 8-inch heels.
Both women were heavily made up with smoky eyes and rouge. Sadie had black lipstick and matching nail polish on while Sedira’s lips and nails were candy-apple red.
Both were very friendly and polite, and Chrissie was quite thankful for the company and the distraction from her darker thoughts.
The newcomers offered to buy drinks, by way of saying thank you and Chrissie accepted.
They must be regulars, Chrissie thought because the drinks that were served were a few notches better than the usual rotgut one would get here.
They were easy to talk to and pretty soon all three were conversing and laughing. Chrissie felt more relaxed than she had had in months.
On several occasions, she had the impression that both the girls were hitting on her, but she dismissed the thought as a figment of her imagination. Still, they were both easy on the eyes she had to admit. A shocking revelation for Chrissie who had always been adamant about her heterosexual orientation.
Not much later Sedira tried to stand on her injured leg, gave a small cry of pain and sat back down. Chrissie’s eyes immediately went to Sedira’s leg, and she took Sedira’s hand in her own. It felt curiously warm and pleasant to the touch.
“Are you in very much pain?”
It was all the time Sadie needed to twist open the black pearl on her ring open and let the white powdery content fall into Chrissie’s drink. The powder dissolved in the blonde liquid completely.
Sedira closed her fingers around Chrissie’s hand, squeezing it for a short while, then relaxed. She smiled at Chrissie. “Better now, thank You.”
By the time Chrissie looked at the table again, Sadie was once again sitting casually and looking concerned in Sedira’s direction.
Chrissie picked up her glass and raised it for a toast.
“Get well soon,” she said, smiling at Sedira and, when both girls responded in kind, downed the contents in one gulp.
After a while, Chrissie had the feeling that events were developing in “fast forward.”
She was having a great time. In fact, it had been ages since she had last had so much fun.
The two women were incredible friends. They were funny and great conversationalists.
And she was feeling bold and flustered at the same time and for some reason incredibly turned on.
Acting on impulse, she got up and took a seat next to Sedira.
“Does your ankle still hurt so bad?” she asked full of concern. Sedira smiled and shook her head no. Then she put her hand on Chrissie’s thigh. Chrissie was taken by surprise. Her first instinct was to push it away, but she didn't. It felt so good. Wave was so far off her mind right now, and this ginger haired girl’s touch felt so warm and reassuring and sexy.
Without even thinking she turned towards Sedira and without much ado kissed her lightly on the lips. Before she knew it Sedira’s other hand was behind Chrissie’s head, pressing her lips to hers and Sedira’s tongue was exploring her mouth. The hand on her lap started migrating upwards, under her mini skirt, past the tops of her stockings, past the thoroughly drenched fabric of her undies, tenderly caressing the silken folds of her labia. She moaned in pleasure, then moaned even louder when Sadie embraced her from behind, her hands cupping Chrissie’s ample bosom.
Events now moved even faster. The three of them were entangled in a throbbing conglomerate of fingers, exploring and caressing, tongues probing and mouths kissing. Chrissie’s senses were off the roof. She almost came twice. It was all she could do not to scream in pleasure in public.  
When they all came up for air a while later, she heard herself breathlessly exclaim. “Let's go to my place.”

The ride home went by in a blur.
The next thing Chrissie knew she was on the floor of her apartment. She was naked, or almost so, She still had one stocking on her left leg.
All three of them lay entangled on her mattress bathed by the moonlight coming from the gothic window.
Sedira and Sadie were also naked. Kisses and intimate caresses were being exchanged. Chrissie had lost track of time and of how many times she had climaxed.
Currently, she was leaning against Sadie, who was bent forward, kissing her passionately and playing with her breasts. Chrissie’s legs were wide open, and Sedira’s head was right between them. The redheaded beauty was doing wonderful things with her tongue on Chrissie’s clit while inserting a dildo of sorts in her anus.
Chrissie felt another tremendous orgasm coming on and braced for impact. Every muscle in her body contracted, and she let out a guttural cry of pleasure as climactic waves went through her sweaty body like jolts of electricity.
The waves of almost painful pleasure reached a peak and started to subside. Chrissie closed her eyes as a satisfied smile formed on her lips.
Sedira looked up into Sadies eyes, questioning.
Sadie’s expression became grim, and she nodded once. “Yes”
Sedira gripped Chrissie’s ankles and held fast.
With lightning speed, Sadie looped Chrissie’s discarded stocking around the blonde girl’s neck and yanked hard at the ends.
The thin material stretched and dug deep into Chrissie’s skin.
Chrissie’s eyes flew instantly wide open, as did her mouth in a desperate and futile effort to draw in precious air. Her expression changed from one of bliss to one of alarm and finally one of extreme panic.
She tried to defend herself at first, trying to break free but Sedira held on to her legs while Sadie pinned her arms down with her own legs quite effectively. Fear and despair gripped the doomed girl's heart while her movements lost coordination. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her face got a bluish hue. Her tongue begun swelling and felt a number too large for her mouth. The tip of it protruded out of her open mouth. She squirmed and wiggled, her muscles contracting with no effect besides making her luscious tits jingle.
“I can’t die, not like this, oh god please don’t let me die” kept going through her head. She tried to scream, but all that came out of her constricted airways was a pathetic gurgle.
Her eyes begun to lose focus and her vision started becoming red then black around the edges. Everything grew darker.
A stream of urine escaped between Chrissie’s legs and the last conscious sensation she had was one of terrible shame. Then everything went mercifully dark as she lost consciousness.
Her body kept fighting for a short while longer. Muscle spasm raked her body, becoming weaker by the second.
In the end, just her toes and fingers twitched a few more times, and then they too finally went limp.
Sadie felt Chrissie’s life leave her body. She felt how the girl on her lap suddenly became dead weight.
She kept the pressure up for another minute or so, then she let go and stood back.
Chrissie’s corpse fell back to the floor unceremoniously. Her head lolled sideways. Wide, bloodshot, unseeing eyes seemed to be staring at the walls. Tears mingled with mascara left telltale tracks on her once rosy cheeks. Her tongue protruded grotesquely from the side of her mouth. A thin line of foamy spittle run down from the tip of her bloated tongue as well as her left nostril. the rest of her lay limply, spreadeagled on the soiled mattress. Her naked feet turned inwards, the toes pointing to the midline.
Her two killers looked at each other.
Sedira spoke first, her voice hoarse, as a tear ran down her cheek. “Such a shame. She was ok for a cop.”
Sadie shook her head.
“I know,” she whispered. “Try not to think about Seeds. With any luck, she was our ticket out of this dump.”
Hurriedly they got dressed and exited the apartment, leaving Chrissie’s corpse on the dirty mattress, buttplug still attached, bathing in the silvery moonlight.