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Nadja downed the drink and grimaced, disappointed. The wraith had made it fine, but it wasn't as good as when the Guide made her drinks. She didn't even know what the drinks were, but somehow whenever the Guide put a glass of something in her hand, it seemed to be exactly what she was craving at that moment.
Tonight was a quieter night at the club, and an easier crowd to manage - although generally Nadja did very little on-the-floor managing herself, as the Guide seemed to be surprisingly proficient at it.
The problem tonight was she couldn't find the Guide, and there was some issue backstage that Laszlo had deemed 'urgent'.
Laszlo became a hideous combination of a diva and a stage parent when performing, and if Baby Colin wasn't carrying the bar with his performance Nadja would have refused to tolerate it. The only reason she hadn't lost it at him entirely was because the Guide usually managed Laszlo's tantrums.
So, she was waiting by the bar, hoping to spot a shock of blonde hair amongst the dark moving mass, but so far had been unsuccessful.
She did however see Guillermo, obvious in his obnoxious gold jacket. She grabbed his arm as he walked past.
"Ow, Nadja, what?" he asked, trying to wriggle out of her grip. Nadja bared her teeth at him, and to her continual annoyance he didn't even flinch.
"Where is the Guide?" she asked.
"I don't know. I think she was helping the wraiths at the entrance, maybe? There was a customer earlier who I think is on the ban list."
Nadja spat a curse in Greek and released him.
"You're welcome," he said as he disappeared into the crowd, and she rolled her eyes.
But she quickly realised Guillermo was correct, as there was an audible din as she approached the entryway, and one of the raised voices was a shrill, furious one she recognised.
She rounded the corner and saw the Guide facing off with two ugly vampires, both dressed in crocodile leather jackets.
They seemed vaguely familiar but Nadja couldn't place them. The Guide was clearly fed up - it sounded like this argument had been going on for a while, and a jeering crowd had gathered around the trio, egging them on.
"What is going on?" asked Nadja, coming to stand next to the Guide, hands on her hips, and three sets of eyes turned to her. For a split second as the Guide whirled around to face her, her expression flickered with panic. The other two sets of beady eyes fixed on Nadja, narrowing.
"Finally... if it isn't the owner of the establishment," leered one of them, and Nadja suddenly recognised them - members of Simon the Devious' crew.
"Simon wants us to pass on a message," growled the other, grabbing Nadja by the wrist. Nadja bristled, yanking her hand away and the Guide immediately stepped between them.
"You don't get to talk to her, you talk to me," said the Guide. The man tried to step around the Guide but she shoved him back forcefully. "And this conversation is over."
Both of them hissed at her, and Nadja found herself staring at the back of the Guide's head with a strange feeling of... admiration, was it? She had never seen the Guide behave like this before.
There was a sudden hush, and Nadja saw the crowd that had gathered begin to step back. Concerned, she glanced around the Guide and gasped.
The two vampires' jaws had unhinged, opening obscenely wide, and they didn't just have two fangs, they had a mouth full of them. Nadja could see a noxious-looking substance dripping from their teeth.
Nadja took a step forward, unsure what she could possibly do, but just as they lunged at the Guide, the Guide puffed into mist and reappeared behind them, pinching both of them by the back of the neck. She dug her fingers in hard, rotating her wrists and both of them suddenly went limp, their eyes bulging.
"If Simon is scared of a little friendly competition then he can come and speak with me himself," the Guide told them. "His crew, past and present, remain on the permanent ban list, ok?" She waited until they nodded. "Good. And remember; if I see you here again, I'm going to feed you to the wraiths."
With that, she flung them into the crowd, who roared with mocking laughter. After a few moments Nadja saw two bats fluttering feebly away into the night.
Nadja knew her mouth was hanging open as the Guide ushered the crowd back into a line and ordered the wraiths to keep checking id.
"Mistress Nadja," the Guide greeted her, and she was still panting, her cheeks flushed and eyes a little wild. "Is everything ok?"
She had grasped Nadja by both elbows and was scanning her up and down.
"I don't know, why don't you fucking tell me?" said Nadja, incredulous. "What was that? Why were Simon's crew here? I didn't even know we had a ban list."
"Well, you shouldn't have to deal with unsavoury patrons like that," said the Guide, putting an arm across her shoulders and steering her away.
"I am literally the boss," said Nadja. "I want to know why his crew are banned."
Nadja didn't love physical contact from most people, but was surprised to find that the Guide's felt protective and reassuring.
The Guide shook her head. "Trust me, you don't need to know."
"I must insist that you tell me. Why was he asking about me?"
"Mistress Nadja," said the Guide turning her by the shoulders to face her. "It is my job to make your life less stressful here, please let me do it, ok?"
The Guide's tone lacked her usual deference, and Nadja found herself not wanting to argue. The Guide was still clearly worked up from the conflict.
"Ok," Nadja said, surprising herself by acquiescing so easily. "But how did you make them droop and toss them like rag dolls?"
"They were Reptilian vampires," the Guide explained, as though it was obvious. "Very weak, loads of pressure points. They are super toxic though; both their fangs and their personalities."
Nadja nodded, feeling slightly impressed and also slightly embarrassed that she didn't have this knowledge. She always forgot that the Guide had worked with the council for centuries and had quite an expansive knowledge. She also forgot - or perhaps didn't know - that the Guide could get so scrappy when she needed to.
"Are you alright? Did you need me for something, Mistress?" the Guide asked.
The Guide had led them away from the crowds to where it was calmer, and was now inspecting Nadja's wrist carefully where they had grabbed it. They were outside the cloak-and-cape check, and the Guide's close scrutiny was making Nadja's body tingle. She could feel the glow of arousal starting in her core - the Guide's fighting ability was doing it for her apparently, and this focused attention was only making it worse.
"Uh, no, I'm fine, I was just wondering where you were," said Nadja, knowing that there had been a reason she was fetching the Guide but had gone totally blank. Nadja could see the Guide's body still trembling with excess adrenalin. "Now, Guidey, if you need time to… I don't know, rest or something after that…"
"No," said the Guide, licking her lips. "I'm actually feeling a bit, uh…" She looked away. "If you're not busy, do you have a moment?"
"Oh- yes," said Nadja immediately, surprised at how guttural her voice became. "I mean… I think I have some time to spare."
The Guide hissed a breath through her teeth, still not looking at Nadja, and leaned across the bench to the checking attendant.
"Mistress Nadja and I will be in the storage room… checking the organisational system. Ok? Do not disturb us."
The wraith nodded - or what Nadja assumed was a nod - and then the Guide suddenly grabbed her elbow and dragged her through a nearby door.
Nadja could feel her arousal climbing up her spine so quickly it was making her head spin.
Nine times out of ten it was her initiating their little… 'recreational breaks', so this was a thrilling change of pace.
To her, sex was a brilliant distraction, pastime, relaxant, stimulant, form of entertainment, boredom buster, amongst other things… and something about her and the Guide's sexual chemistry seemed to work really well. Nadja used sex for a lot of things, whereas by comparison the Guide seemed to only initiate it when her body was so stressed or so horny she couldn't think straight.
She was fairly sure this was the first reason, and couldn't wait either way.
As soon as they got inside, the Guide shut the door and held Nadja against it. They were both breathing heavily, and Nadja expected the Guide to jump on her as soon as the door shut but she just stood there, scanning her again. It was as though she was trying to diagnose a problem, and Nadja felt awkward under her close inspection.
"Well?" she asked eventually, her own horniness making her impatient.
This seemed to spur the Guide back into action, who wrapped her hands around Nadja's hips and spun them, and began walking her backwards.
"I just needed to make sure you were…" the Guide muttered into her hair before all of a sudden Nadja tripped and they both went down.
Their landing was fortunately well-cushioned by a pile of cloaks and capes haphazardly thrown in a pile.
"What the fuck?" said Nadja, already tangled. The Guide had landed on top of her, and sat up, frowning at the mess.
"Hold on, this is their organisational system? I actually will need to do something about this-"
"Later," Nadja reminded her, and the Guide looked back at her, and her frown melted into an expression of desire.
"Yes, that's right," she breathed, leaning down to nip Nadja's neck. Nadja squirmed, only tangling herself further in the coats, and the Guide sat back up so that she was straddling Nadja's hips.
The Guide began unbuttoning the front of Nadja's blouse but her fingers were clumsy in their eagerness, and she grumbled with frustration. When Nadja tried to help her, the Guide batted her hands away and pulled her glove off with her teeth. She removed the other one as well, tossing them both behind her.
"Need to touch you," she muttered, finishing unbuttoning the shirt and immediately smoothing her hands across Nadja's exposed ribs and stomach. It was both soothing and stimulating, and Nadja sighed at her touch. The Guide traced along the underside of her bra and then growled as she realised it had a front clasp. She unhooked it and let it pop open, reverently cupping Nadja's newly exposed breasts.
Nadja whined, her nipples already sensitive and aching, and she shuddered when the Guide began rubbing light circles across them.
The Guide was looking at her in awe, and slid down to press their fronts flush together so that she could take a nipple into her mouth. Nadja keened, managing to free one hand from the coats to grab the Guide's head and hold it close.
Nadja felt like she was floating - she had been expecting a quick and dirty fuck, against a wall with their clothes pushed to the side as usual, but hell if whatever this was, wasn't hot. And she was so comfortable on this pile of coats; usually she ended up with carpet burn or aching thighs or sticky liquor all over her clothes. Comparatively, this was a dream.
But the Guide was taking her time, holding her still as she seemed intent on mouthing every inch of exposed skin. Nadja's patience was waning and she was wriggling and twitching, her body begging for more stimulation.
"Ohhhh-k," sighed Nadja, and felt the Guide hum against her stomach in response. "There are other parts of me that need attention too, you know?"
The Guide looked up, and her pupils were so blown out her eyes looked almost entirely black.
"What would you like, Mistress?" she asked, although her hands were already busy unlacing the top of Nadja's skirt.
"Mouth, fingers - dealers choice really," gasped Nadja, groaning as the Guide yanked her skirt down, exposing her entirely.
The Guide's gaze felt heavy enough to be a caress, and Nadja squirmed again as the Guide slid further down, settling between her legs.
Infuriatingly, she began nipping along her thighs, and Nadja groaned with frustration. The Guide seemed intent on tormenting her, and she was now so tangled in the coats she couldn't even get an arm free to move things along.
Her body was trembling as the Guide leisurely sucked a hickey into the softness behind her knee. Before she could complain again though, the Guide suddenly ran her fingertips lightly along the folds between her legs, and her whole body convulsed.
The Guide smiled, watching her, and did it again, and Nadja let out a long, embarrassing moan.
Then she pushed Nadja's legs apart, pinning them down, and licked a slow, lingering stripe across her core.
Nadja cursed, but the Guide just kept that same lazy pace, sucking and nipping and licking, driving her wild. The Guide knew exactly how to get Nadja close, but not let her go over the edge. It was the most exquisite torture and Nadja was desperate enough to beg now.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, "oh, Guidey, please…"
Nadja didn't often beg but she knew when she did the Guide was weak for it. And immediately the Guide moaned into her, increasing the pace.
Nadja groaned with relief, already so close to the precipice. "Yes, ohhhhh, just like that…" she whined, and the Guide dug her fingers into her hips.
When Nadja came it was loud even by her standards, crying out in ecstasy as the Guide worked her through her orgasm. As she started finally coming down, the Guide replaced her mouth with her fingers and sat up, panting. Her mouth glistened in the low light, and her eyes were dark. Nadja felt so content, as though she could drift away to sleep.
The Guide leaned down and kissed against her stomach, and Nadja could feel the dampness of her own arousal on the Guide's face. She shifted, making a half-hearted effort to sit up, but then the Guide's hand was on her shoulder, holding her down, and the other one inside her started curling and thrusting again.
"Ohhh…" moaned Nadja, her head falling back into the coat pile. The Guide shifted to straddle her leg, and Nadja could feel the heat of her core against her thigh. She rocked back and forth, starting to get herself off and Nadja tried to push up against her, to increase the friction.
But she quickly realised that all of her limbs were tangled in coats and capes and she was effectively immobile as long as the Guide was on top of her. She groaned, her body responding to the knowledge she was trapped, arousal flooding her veins again. She could feel the Guide's eyes on her, drinking in every inch of her exposed body.
"Oh, Mistress," she said. "I could watch you like this for hours."
"We… ah- we have a- a nightclub- to run…" Nadja gasped, trying for clever but relieved she just managed to get the words out.
The Guide nodded, thrusting the fingers in deeper, knowing exactly where to press inside her. Nadja keened, her insides starting to clench.
"Go on then," the Guide said, her voice shaky. "Show me how it's done."
Nadja gasped and stopped breathing entirely as her body locked up, spasming beneath the Guide. The Guide moaned as well, watching Nadja and gentling her fingers, squeezing Nadja's thigh tight between her legs. Nadja finally got her breathing under control and managed to free one of her arms to grab the Guide's hip. She pressed the Guide harder into her thigh, and the Guide's breath stuttered.
"Come for me," gasped Nadja, as soon as she had regained the ability to form words. "On me, now."
The Guide groaned and grabbed Nadja's hips as leverage, grinding faster and harder against Nadja's thigh. Very quickly she came, doubled over and gasping into Nadja's chest, hips jerking erratically.
They stayed like that for a long moment, during which Nadja's post-orgasm bliss began to be replaced by discomfort. The Guide was nuzzling affectionately into her breast, her body soft and boneless atop Nadja. This whole scenario was far hotter than it had every right to be, but now that she was coming down, Nadja was starting to feel a little exposed. Both literally and emotionally.
She was lying there with most of her body unclothed, which didn't usually happen - and the Guide was still fully dressed.
But also, although the Guide generally seemed to adore her body, tonight her attention had felt too personal. Too intimate. Nadja knew they had both been worked up after the altercation, and initially the protectiveness had been hot - but now she was concerned that feelings were coming into play.
And not just from her.