“Spencerrrrr!” I threw my head back, “You’re supposed to be the lenient one!”
“See?” Leo smirked, shooting Spencer a look.
“What the hell? No I’m not!” Spencer scowled.
“Are too,” I teased, hoping I might distract her.
But before I could take a step toward her, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. “Wig.”
“Fine!” I huffed. As I got to work braiding my hair and pinning down the long, blonde wig, Leo and Spencer flitted in and out of my room to grab their own clothes.
Leo wore a fitted white t-shirt that hugged her shoulders under a black denim jacket, while Spence opted for boxy dark muscle tee and baggy black cargo pants. Both of them finished off their outfits with an assortment of silver rings, belt buckles, and chains, though Leo’s outfit was much simpler than Spencer’s.
And once my wig was pinned and my makeup was done, we were all ready to go.
As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silver chain belt I’d looped over my skirt, Spencer sauntered up behind me, bringing her hands to rest on my hips. “Fuck, we look good together.”
I blushed, twirling my fingers through the end of my straight, blonde hair. “Even in this thing?”
“Baby,” Spencer murmured, catching my eye through the mirror as she leaned down to whisper. “You could put a bag over your head and still be the hottest girl in any room.”
“And me?” Leo teased, holding her hands out as she gave a little spin.
“You’ve got an okay personality,” Spence rolled her eyes.
“Just okay?” Leo scoffed. “You weren’t saying that when you were coming on my?—”
“Ladies, ladies,” I cut in. “There’s no need to fight! You’re both beautiful, and there’s plenty of me to go around.”
I couldn’t help grinning as Spencer wrapped her arms around me from behind and lifted me, giving me a spin. “Oh, I’m sure there is.”
But before she could lose sight of herself and toss me down on the bed, a text pinged from Leo’s phone, evaporating all the mirth from her face. “It’s time.”
Once they were called into action, my saviors moved like well-oiled machines. In less than five minutes, we were suited up and out the door, riding their steel chariots away into the night. I clung to Leo’s back while Spencer rode ahead of us, keeping an eye out for any unexpected hiccups along the way.
I didn’t recognize this route, but within twenty minutes, we’d reached the location: a huge, brick factory building farther out than our usual stakeouts. Through the paned glass windows that lined the top floor of the building, I could see colorful, strobing lights reaching for the stars above. And though the brick did a lot to capture the pulsing EDM beats within, the old glass windows let it bleed right out into the surrounding forest.
Using our usual trick, I chatted up the bouncer before heading inside to let my masc vigilantes in through one of the warehouse’s many side doors. I did my best to play it cool, but in truth, I couldn’t breathe until the two of them were back at my side.
If I thought the bar they’d initiated me at was crowded, then this place was a sardine can. Despite the big, open dance floor in the center, people were crammed right up against each other everywhere I turned.
If I’m going to have to touch two people at all times in this place, I’d rather it be Spencer and Leo.
Clearly, Leo could sense my tension as we navigated the crowd. She gripped my shoulders tight, leaning down toward my ear as we followed Spencer through the crowd. “You okay, Princess?”
“It’s so busy!” I shouted over the blaring music.
Spencer turned back to catch my eye before nodding up toward the edge of the room, where a short set of stairs led upto a small platform lining the warehouse. Up there tall black cocktail tables and matching stools offered sweet relief from the crushing crowd. “One more minute, Bunny.”
As my angels guided me through to the steps, it felt like stepping out of a pressurized chamber. My lungs stretched with my first full breath. Without the constant crush of dancers and creeps trying to cop a feel, I felt lighter, taller.
But my feet were still killing me. And considering how full the tables were, there was no sign I’d be getting a break anytime soon.I really need to pick more sensible shoes for this shit.
My lovers, however, had other plans.
Scoping out a douchey finance bro who was puffing on his vape at the nearest table, Leo marched over, pushing his drink off the table.
“What the fuc?—”
