Birdie
As the footsteps of my pursuers faded, the longing within my core grew louder and louder.
My breaths were coming in short bursts as my body fell slack against the strength of the mystery person holding me close.
Jax’s touch swirled the fabric of my panties, toying with the wetness there and pressing it against my most sensitive spot.
My hips bucked, wanting more. I wanted her to pull the fabric aside and slip her fingers inside me.
I wanted to show her how embarrassingly wet she’d made me in such a short amount of time.
Instead, I panted through an orgasm as she breathed behind a mask, clutching my mouth tightly to stifle my small moan.
“Bloody hell,” she swore. “You’re in so much trouble with me, did you know that?” To my dismay, she removed her touch and stepped back. After glancing down the hall of mirrors, she motioned me into the light. “The fuck kind of shoes are those?”
It was only then I noted her British accent.
It was only then I noted how that fact instantly made me wet again.
What was it about an accent? An accent and a mask… an accent, a mask, and a black sports bra and muscles…
“My friend dressed me. I have no idea what’s going on,” I confessed. “This is the strangest Halloween party I’ve ever been to.”
Jax rubbed her chin under the neon green of her mask and I resisted the urge to ask her to take it off.
I recalled the rules over the loudspeaker, one of them being that the masks stay on at all times.
“I hate to break it to you, but if someone brought you as a pawn, and didn’t explain the game, they’re not your friend, mate.
Also, they dressed you as a predator but you’re clearly prey.
I could see it the moment you stumbled into the game ring — so could those other two tossers who chased you in here. ”
“What game? What is going on?”
Jax extended her tattooed arms and shrugged.
“I reckon I could tell you… or I could let you figure it out on your own. The latter sounds more fun for me.” She stepped forward, grabbing my chin.
A gasp left my throat at her closeness, at the feel of her fingers on my skin.
“I’d like a repeat of what just happened… wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed without hesitation. “Yes, I very much would.”
The smirk in her reply was audible. “Good Little Birdie.”
“How do you know my name?”
Jax hummed before taking a step back and pulling something from her back pocket. She squirted some kind of liquid onto her hand and reached forward, swiping it across my chest.
I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing when a loud beep sounded over the speakers. The mechanical voice rattled again. “Phase two has officially begun. Players, ready yourselves to catch or be caught.” With a loud squeak, the speaker cut out.
“What does that mean— “ I turned to ask, but only my distorted reflection greeted me.
Jax was gone.
It was then I was faced with a choice. I could have hidden out in the funhouse and waited for the party to be over.
If I cowered in the corner, kept my head down, surely Lu-Lu would eventually come find me, or the sun would rise and I could safely sneak out in the daylight.
That’s what I’d intended to do when I’d ducked in there to escape, anyway.
I could have hidden away and waited to go home, back to the sofa with my gothic lesbian romance book… or… I could choose a night of adventure. I could choose the mystery woman like Posey chose Lady Venom.
What would Lady Venom do?
With a deep breath, I eyed the rows of my distorted body.
Tall, short, wide, slim. A game beyond these fun house walls — people screaming, laughing, and beckoning me to play.
A masked woman somewhere near, desiring a repeat of her hands up my skirt…
I had no idea what the game entailed, or what danger awaited me when I emerged from the clown’s mouth, but I was in it now.
I wanted this.
Whatever this was — I was in it now — I was going to play.
Leaving the perceived safety of the house of mirrors behind, I reentered the game ring.
Plumes of fog billowed around me, making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.
I could make out the bobbing metal horses from the carousel, and the swinging chairs from the Ferris wheel in the distance.
Everyone had gone in that direction, so I assumed that’s where the finish line was.
That’s where I needed to go. A woman let out a long scream in the distance, confirming my plan.
Though walking towards screams didn’t feel smart, this was a horror movie of my own choosing at this point.
I trekked forward for a few minutes, each clap of my heels against the pavement too loud, too clunky, when the heaving of breath startled me. A guy in a pink bunny mask jogged past, stopping to give me a glance, their gaze landing on my shoes.
“I know, I know,” I said before he could speak. “I’m a dumbass.”
They giggled before gesturing behind their back. “Run or hide, whichever, they’re catching up.” They gave me a once over again. “Or… wait to be caught… if that’s what you’re after. Personally, I like being caught on the roller coaster. It’s way sexy if you’ve never tried it.”
“What happens if we get caught?” I asked, hearing the jaunt of heavy laughter behind us.
The bunny-guy snorted. “First game?”
I nodded.
They shook their head before letting out another giggle. “I think you know, kitty cat.”
I think I did… but I hoped I was wrong. Unless it was Jax that caught me…
how depraved a thought was that? I couldn’t dwell on my morally grey thoughts, because something spooked a tremor of glee through the bunny masked person and they wished me good luck before sprinting away.
Their pink bunny ears disappeared through the fog, and I tried to jog after them, but my pleather shoes were grinding against my lower ankles.
If I weren’t already bleeding, I would be soon.
As I wobbled forward, a glowing figure came into view through the fog.
Two neon X’s where eyes should be.
A crossed out mouth.
A mask like Jax’s.
My heart leapt into my throat.
As I approached and the fog cleared, however, it wasn’t the familiar green of Jax, but an unfriendly blue.
The tall figure wearing a bloodied white t-shirt and blue sports bra tilted their head.
Something rattled in their hold and as I neared, they snapped it open and closed with a flick of their wrists.
Chains.
I stopped, searching for a place to hide, but it was too late — I’d been spotted.
“Wandered right into my ring, did you?” A deep voice leered. “Well, come on then, at least pretend to put up a struggle.”
“You’re not who I was looking for,” I stumbled backward as they stepped forward. “Sorry for the misunderstanding.”
They chuckled. “No, I understand perfectly what it is you want.”
Approaching me quickly, a surge of fear propelled me forward. I dodged their outstretched hands, chains dangling in my wake as I took off in a run.
“I don’t think so,” they called after me in a huff. “No one makes it out of my ring so easily.”
“Fuck off,” I called over my shoulder as the sounds of footfalls increased behind me. A swing-ride was just ahead. If I could hide in there, I’d be safe for at least a few moments.
As I leapt toward the metal gate, my left pump caught on a rock, sending me tumbling to the pavement.
Pain shot through my knees, radiating up my thighs and lower back.
A scream tore through my mouth, but not at the agony of my fall.
In an instant, the blue masked woman was upon me, standing over me, pinning me in with their boots on either side of my hips.
“You’re pretty desperate,” she said. “And pretty stupid — but I’ll oblige.”
“I don’t want you,” I panted. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“Sure,” she said with feigned disinterest. “Shall I tie you willingly or unwillingly?”
Strobe lights flashed across the swing ride as the woman dropped to her knees over me.
The smell of vodka pierced through my own mask and burned my nostrils.
She took my wrists in an all-too-easy movement, wrapping the chains around my arms. It was humbling and humiliating how easy it was for this masked hunter to tie me, despite my wiggling and swearing, she’d pinned me down and tied me in a matter of moments.
“Get off me!” I yelled.
But it was no use, she grabbed my hips, and I prepared for the worst — when the strobe lights landed on me once more, and her gaze fell to my chest.
I looked down to see what had made her stop and stare, to see a neon green X illuminated under the black light of the ride, bright and center on the middle of my chest.
“Oh? Jax thinks she can claim you that easily, does she?”
Jax. Jax. Jax had claimed me? That must have been the liquid she’d painted on me earlier.
The blue masked woman leaned back on her knees. “Well…” they glanced around. “What Jax doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Might hurt you, though.”
Fear pressed in on me again — I was trapped.
I was caught.
The woman hastily hooked her hand into the waistband of my skirt when an image appeared in the fog behind her with a glowing green neon light. A gasp pulled from my lips before I weakly cried out. “Help, please help.”
Just as the woman on top of me looked over her shoulder, Jax grabbed her back collar, throwing her roughly off of me and onto the pavement. “Are you all right?” She asked, kneeling and ignoring the swears of the assailant she’d thrown aside.
I nodded.
“Did they touch you?”
I shook my head.
In a flash, the blue masked woman lunged forward, knocking Jax off balance. They shoved each other before both rising to stand. “I marked her,” Jax growled. “You’re breaking the rules.”
“Your mark wandered into my ring, so I can do what I want with her.”
“Not if I break your wrists.”
“Now that’s against the rules, Jax. You know that.”
Jax lifted a shoulder. “I don’t fucking care.” Dropping to her knees, Jax unlinked my chains and threw them roughly at her opponent. “We still have a problem, or are you going to fuck off? Because trust me, I’d love to keep kicking your ass, but the game clock’s ticking.”
With a grunt, the blue masked woman huffed away, leaving me alone with my rescuer. “That’s the second time you’ve saved me—“ My words died on my next breath as Jax was suddenly on top of me, her hand gripping my throat.
“Little Birdie with broken wings and no place to run. Who’s going to save you now… from me?”
I thrusted my hips forward in answer. Normal me, pre-party, pre-chasing-game me, would be mortified at my overtly flirtatious behavior.
In the daylight, I’d never come on so strong.
But there was something about the neon masked stranger above me.
There was something about running, being afraid, and being caught…
that swirled fervent desire within my lower belly.
Maybe that was the point? Was that why everyone was here?
“You really want to get fucked that bad, huh?” Jax gritted out, squeezing my neck harder, her mask inches from my face.
“By you, maybe,” I answered on a pathetic breath.
“Good, because you’ve been a good bit of trouble so far.
” Straddling my hips and resting her arm by my head, she eased her palm down my center again.
Opening my knees as far as I could beneath her, I let out a small gasp when her fingers made contact.
This time, finally, she moved the fabric of my panties aside and dipped two tips of her fingers into my opening.
“Bloody hell, you’re fucking soaked for me. ”
A group of masked players shuffled by, and my cheeks flushed beneath my disguise as they stalled to watch. My hips froze as I informed Jax. “We’re not alone.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the three onlookers in orange light-up goat masks. “Don’t fancy people watching me fuck you, hm?”
“No, not really,” I breathed, though the sound of it came out more like a plea, more like a yes, than I would have liked.
Jax growled into my ear, inching deeper into me at a maddeningly slow pace. “Well, that’s too bad. Consider this your punishment for running into another game master’s circle and wandering out of mine with my X on your chest.”
“I didn’t know,” I confessed, my gaze flicking to the three bodies in animalistic masquerades that now circled us.
Jax pushed further into me, and my thighs clenched around her arm, though my attention kept retreating to the surrounding stares. “Eyes on me, Little Birdie,” Jax coaxed. “Show them how beautifully you come when you’re caught by me.”
With the buildup of sensation in my core intensifying, I obeyed and locked my gaze to the glowing green criss-crosses for eyes above me.
“Look at that, she can listen and follow orders.” Jax teased, eliciting a few chuckles from the onlookers. “That’s right, baby, keep moving your hips like that. You’re doing so well. Give me a pretty orgasm and I’ll let you up off this cold pavement.”
A masked, masc lesbian was on top of me, pushing two fingers in and out of my pussy while strangers looked on with hardly concealed heavy breathing — and I’d never been so wet and turned on in my life.
They watched us like we were a performance, with the reverence you’d have while attending a ballet.
Yet instead of tights I was in fishnets, instead of a stage I was on my back on damp concrete.
This wasn’t an act of finery it was a primal, sensual show, and my pleasure was center stage.
Jax hooked her fingers as she pressed deep inside, and I broke around her knuckles. My back arched as my fingers clawed into her biceps. Moans tore from my throat, echoing across the hollow metal rides and entwining with neon fog.
Jax leaned in. “Good girl.” Bringing her hand to her face, she carefully lifted her mask just enough to show her chin — and her lush, full lips sucking her fingers clean of me.
As I caught my breath, and leaned up on my elbows, I found us alone once more, the circle of spectators gone as quickly as the change of light from pink to yellow.
Before getting up, a gasp stuck in my chest as Jax pushed her pelvis against my center.
“Next time you run, you get this.” Something hard poked against me, and I struggled to see what it was, until Jax lifted and slightly lowered the waistband of her black jeans, revealing the tip of something illuminated in bright green.
My mouth dropped open in both shock and curiosity. “Is that… is that a…”
“BETTER RUN, LITTLE BIRDIE. IF I CATCH YOU, I STRAP YOU.”