Immoral, Illegal, Addictive, Incredible.

"D, can you slip me a twenty?" Princess pleaded, looking across at Destiny with wide eyes, laying the empty Malibu bottle back on the table. D frowned, rolled her eyes, and reached a hand into her garter, pulling out a ten reluctantly.
"That's all your getting- if you need any more, pull your dick out on the bar- Storm likes that." Princess gave D an evil grin before dashing out of his seat and up to the bar, grinning like a madman. He wasn't actually going to- was he?! She rolled her eyes as Princess grinned at her, ordering four Malibu and cokes. He could be such a kid sometimes. She turned her head back to Thumbs and Saf, who were sat down in the corner, Thumbs tapping on his screen while she watched intently.
D enjoyed watching Saf- enjoyed watching as she subconsciously tucked a strand if blue hair behind her ear, as she placed her hand on Thumbs knee, eyes still focused on the screen with a neutral expression on her face. It was a strange attraction, however one that was easily dismissed as her valuing Saf as a little sister. Sure, they'd fucked, but so had everyone. Sometimes, children on the run only pair up to fuck, because that's one of the only things that makes them different from the BLI freaks. D couldn't possibly imagine how the Drac's can live without sex. She chuckled at the image of a Drac's masked mouth wrapped around another's pasty cock, and tried to picture a Drac with a pleasured face, however it wasn't working.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Princess running over to her.
"Yo, D! Storm wants 5 more."
"Give him a blowjob. Or do a Princess special. That'll cover it." Saf spoke up, usual crooked grin across her face. Princess giggled back.
"How are you so clever?" He smirked at the girl, and briskly danced over to the bar. D rolled her eyes, and watched Storm sat on the bar as Princess did all his usual tricks - pulling down the zipper with his teeth and hauling Storm's pants and underwear down to mid-thigh so his dick- already semi hard- bounced free.
No-one even cared that it was so out in the open- The Lock Up was made for fucking- who said you had to dry-hump in a corner, hands covering your mouths to muffle moans and curses? People tend to be a lot more shameless when they might not live to see morning, and that was what kicked off all the raids, drinking, drugs and sex.
Princess took Storm into his mouth, teasing over and done with, and Storm threw his head back, exposing his neck, his mouth open. His moans might have been heard, if the sound of Green Day wasn't pulsing so loud. D watched as Storm fisted his hair, fucking his mouth, and Princess probably had to convince himself it would be worth more to pull off now than carry on worshiping Storms cock. D knew how much Princess liked giving head, however she knew how much he liked Malibu and coke. Five dollars cheaper.
Princess pulled off the barman's cock, giving it a final wet suck, almost reluctantly as he gripped the base, enabling Storm to come. Storm whimpered, in dismay, and shook his head, painfully hard and unable to come. Princess' smirk was back, better than ever, as he talked Storm through what was going to happen.
It seemed that Storm was as much as a sucker for Princess' mouth than anyone else was, and he leaned over the bar, gripped a bottle of Malibu, a bottle of Cola, and four glasses from underneath the counter, and set them by his side. Princess resumed in his activity, only slightly disturbed by Saf bringing the bottles and glasses over to the black leather booth and laying them on the glass table. D poured herself one, half Malibu, half Cola, and took a sip while watching the expression on Storms face as he came.
"The Lock Up is a strange place..." Thumbs shook his head and sighed, eyes fixed on Storm zipping himself back into his jeans and Princess walking over, his hips swaying, obviously impressed with himself.
"Saf, next time your giving..." Saf was pouring herself a drink, however she handed it over to Princess with a look of sympathy on her face- the taste of cum was not as delightful as the stories made it sound.
"Oh, alright then. The greedy fucker will want another one for the next round, and I'm up for shots!" She grinned widely. It didn't take long for all four of them to acquire glasses topped up with a questionable amount of Malibu and maybe a little coke, and they clinked their glasses together, grinning. "I'll drink to that!" Saf started, taking a large pull from the glass.
"Princess," D began, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Ow, what the fuck D?!" He looked at her face, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Red-haired hottie at 10 o'clock!" She hissed, and Princess looked round. Sure enough, there was a bright red- haired man smirking, waiting to be served at the bar. "What you waiting for?!" She hissed again, elbowing him softer this time.
"You," he grinned, and D frowned, realising she'd lost.
"Okay, guys, move on up!" Saf grinned. "D's gonna make us some new drinking buddies!" The Extrmnaytor's did as they were told, taking up only half the booth to leave room for the hottie. D snuck out, pushing past Princess and draining her glass. She pushed her way through the crowds until she came face-to-face with the red-head, who was taking swigs from a vodka bottle.
"Poison, baby. What you here for?" He was already slurring, and D realised he was not alone. Two outlaws stood on his right, and one on his left.
"Haven't seen you around here. Part of Extyrmnaytor Haze, we help run this place. Buy drink, dope, coke and e's off the black market. Rainbow over there wants to know if you can suck cock."
She gestured to Princess, and Poison let out a laugh as the rainbow kid made the wank hand sign at him. She saw one of the outlaws on his right whisper something in his ear, and Poison grinned. "Kobra wants to play Truth or Dare? You're group and mine?"
D nodded eagerly. "We can go behind the bar, where it's quiet, and comfortable, and the booths are bigger." D extended a hand to Poison, and he took it. She saw the one on his far right grin, slipping a bottle in his rucksack, and the one of his left slip a packet of capsules into his back pocket. Somehow, the group all joined hands, and she pulled Poison through the crowd to the booth her group was in.
"Saf, Thumbs, Princess. We're going to the back!" She yelled over the music, and turned away, finding a 'staff only' exit and dragging the group through it. The music muted immediately. The room was dimly lit by wall lights, and she lead the group to the back of the small room, where there was a coffee table and seats lining the walls, in a square without one side. Room for about 10 people. She let go of them, and obviously getting the hint, they sat at one side and she sat at the other, the rest of her giggling group slumping down ungracefully.
"So, introductions..." The one who had been on Poison's left started. He had the wildest Afro ever. "Jet," he said simply, handing the sentence over to the pretty boy with long, dark hair that had been on Poison's far right.
"Ghoul, in case you're wondering what to scream later..." He winked, and Saf felt herself heating up. 'I'm adding him to my to-do list,' she thought, her smirk still on her face.
"Kobra," the boy that had suggested the game started. He eyed the group, and if D wasn't aware that Princess was one of the strangest-looking people you could ever meet, she would have thought he had an attraction for the Rainbow-head. Kobra had brown hair, bleached blonde at the top, and skinny, awkward limbs.
"Party Poison," the red-head smiled, with suggestive eyebrows and one side of his mouth. His eye were a hazel green, and D could see them focusing on Thumbs. 'Love is in the air tonight...' she thought drily.
"Sapphire Abyss... Of just Saffi. Don't make me angry, I might just have to use my teeth," Saf threatened seductively, and licked her lips. D thought she could see Ghoul's smirk widen.
"Princess." The name was stated rather than said, and at that moment Princess decided he would take out a single rainbow capsule from a pillbox, and take it with a swig of Malibu.
"Thumbs, although I'm awfully good with both my fingers and fist." His gaze was on Poison's, and Saf burst into a giggly fit.
"Keep that one, Thumbs. You need to say that more often!" She chuckled, nudging him.
"Destroya, or maybe D, if the syllables are too much of a challenge," D used her usual introduction, and then remembered she craved a cigarette. She drew the pack from a pocket in her shoulder bag, a lighter from her bra, and expertly flicked it, igniting the paper and tobacco at the end. Destroya smoked, watching as the group eyed each other, deciding who to put together. The game hadn't even stared, and D felt like sex. Or maybe that was just the drink? She blinked the feeling from her mind, and was about to open her mouth when she heard Thumbs speak.
"Ghoul, truth or dare?"

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