Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Can’t Have Nice Raves

As far as raves go, Lorelei had to admit she enjoyed the scene. It almost reminded her of some of the clubs in the Redever side of town. The entire interior was lit up in blue and purple lights, and a layer of fog danced along the floor. The air smelled of cinnamon, and each lungful helped lower her inhibitions. 

The padded bodice around her chest was comforting, the straps gently holding her girth without any excess strain, and her back felt slightly relieved from the subtle support. Her shoulders didn’t itch, like from the linen straps of her typical uniform brassier, and her stockings felt smooth along her thighs. 

Lorelei hadn’t worn heels before, and strangely found them relatively easy to walk in, which surprised Marci, when she put them on for the first time. It just seemed natural to her, something Lorelei had to ponder later.

She had neglected the slim coat that came with the outfit, not feeling the least bit cold, despite the brisk cool air outside. Marci kept it on, even inside the rave. The Lamia’s bodice was the same as hers, but with a plain front, and her skirt ran further down her waist, covering the intimate segments where her human parts met her serpentine lower half. 

It was strange to be in such an atmosphere without any other Redevers around, instead the crowds were packed mostly with humans, although there were a couple of wolfkin, and at least one vampire, lingering around.

In the back there was a wide hallway that lead into several adjacent chambers, each more dedicated to just how salacious you were willing to go. There were two larger chambers toward the end of the corridor, one leading to a darker room brimming with smoke, and another catering to a more intimate crowd. The sounds of exasperated moans carried down the hall, bouncing off the walls leading toward the main entrance. Evidently, those chambers was packed, judging by all the noise, and there was no way in hell Lorelei was going to find out just what was going on in the deepest recesses of those places.

Several smaller side rooms were accessible as well, each packed with occupants. Lorelei made a few inquiries, purely out of curiosity, to discover what was going on behind some of those doors. 

There was one dedicated to getting pregnant, the women electing to take part were barred from using any form of contraception, and got to enjoy dozens of men without any restraint. The men had to be invited inside, the women offered large sums for their patronage. The women choosing to enter those rooms had to sign wavers beforehand; they all seemed young and adventurous, with little experience with childrearing. 

Another room was seemingly packed with machines dedicated to driving its users to the brink of mind numbing ecstasy, their excursions filmed and sold for others personal use. Latex and leather outfits were the norm, and several wore full bodysuits linked with chains. Some even sported fake Redever tails with their costumes, something that made Lorelei roll her eyes.

There was even a room fixed with milking stalls, where one could collect and sell their motherly sustenance for a staggering amount. The girls eager to join those rooms seemed a bit older, with supple hanging breasts, and many wore spotted uniforms. 

The remainder of the smaller rooms were either private affairs, or group orgies. Regardless, over time, those enjoying the entryway chamber would slowly migrate to one of those smaller rooms, or explore the further depths of the hallway, their minds possessed by the spiked alcohol.

Most of the guests seemed to keep inside the starting room, which was fully furnished with a wide dance floor, and a stocked barista. The walls were decorated with sparkling confetti, and several women seemed excited with all the holes carved into them. Here everyone was fully clothed, and seemed well behaved. Alcohol was aplenty, at least the purple cocktails were free, everything else was extremely expensive. Lorelei recoiled at the price of five clits just for a single clear shot of vodka! 

Lorelei would later learn that by servicing those holes in the walls, she could earn 3 clits per customer. Not that she would put that knowledge to use if she had learned that earlier.

Lorelei was thankful her group wanted to stay in the first chamber, although she was getting tired of the purple drinks Lucy kept trying to offer her. She knew Allucia when she saw it, it had such a distinctive taste and color. Even watered down, and triple filtered, it had interesting effects on human consumers. While not strong enough to enthrall them, in its current state, it was enough to turn them into simpletons for a short time. 

She had the distinct impression that Lucy wanted her to drink it in hopes of interrogating her. Apparently the silly human didn't get the memo that Allucia didn’t have the same effect on Redevers. Besides, it would take a lot stronger stuff than this to bend her will. It also helped that she wasn’t a lightweight, unlike Lucy.

Lorelei danced with Lucy and Marci on the stage floor for several minutes, before finally taking part in the ‘not-so-discrete-attempts-to-pry-information-out-of-her’ drinking games. Apparently it was true, Lucy really didn’t get the memo, the purple spiced drinks had almost no affect on her. The same couldn’t be said for Lucy, however. 

Lucy originally intended to only drink clear vodka or rum, but all it took was a single swipe when she wasn’t looking, and the loose woman quickly found she had an appetite for more. Four shots later, and Lucy was practically drooling in her seat. Lorelei, meanwhile, was still happily drunk alongside Marci, and still wearing her clothes.

Marci enjoyed only one of the free shots, then quickly switched to more traditional alcohol. Taking a break from the dance floor, she wrapped around the barstool next to Lorelei to enjoy watching Lucy’s slow collapse.

“Sooooo,” Lucy slurred, mentally putting together her next question. “How many days are the color orange…”

Lorelei held back a laugh. The woman had begun with a series of rather personal questions, before losing her wits. Almost immediately after, Marci dared Lucy to escalate this little game to include stripping. Lucy didn’t even ponder to establish any rules to the game, and was fairly submissive each time Marci told her to remove another article of clothing. Barely half an hour passed before Lucy was down to her underwear and stockings. The affects of the mind altering narcotics weren’t permanent, unlike with real Allucia, but they were mind numbing. 

Marci chuckled next to Lorelei, clearly happy about seeing Lucy so close to rubbing herself silly, “looks like you lose another round, you know what that means.” 

Lucy swore, not even registering that she never got an answer to her question, or that neither of them had played the game since its start. Her loose fingers picked up another shot, and downed it without a second thought. A small dab of purplish drool ran along the corner of her mouth, and Marci was happy to help her remove her stockings. 

Lorelei was pretty sure the woman would be completely naked before too much longer. She was already down to just her bra and panties. 

With a sly grin, Lorelei turned to Lucy, who was clumsily sitting the empty glass back on the counter, to ask her a question. “You want another?"

Lucy’s eyes sparkled as she looked over Lorelei's body, "Sure."

“Or how about two? And I promise we’ll answer more silly questions,” Marci teased.

“Just hold on there a minute,” a whimsical shadow solidified into existence, standing across from them on the other side of the bar counter. The vampire rested her arms on the tables surface, and her dark hair was combed back to reveal a pair of shining red eyes. Laura leaned forward, her dark crimson gown at odds with the blue fog surrounding her, and reached out to pinch Lucy’s chin. 

Her eyes flashed to Lorelei, “Now who said you could disrobe my darling?”

Lorelei could’ve sworn she heard a squeak from Marci, who was practically hiding behind her seat.

“Where did you come from?” Lorelei asked in drunken confusion.

Laura patted Lucy on the head, not keeping her eyes off the Redever. “Didn’t I tell you, you should pay more attention to your surroundings? Seriously, I had you pegged as someone more clever than this.”

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“I didn’t,” Lorelei stammered, trying to calm the situation. Clearly Lucy’s girlfriend was pissed.

The vampire rolled her eyes, pulling out a tiny silver tube from between her cleavage, and pouring its contents into a smaller shot glass. Unlike its cheaper, filtered, counterpart, this was the real deal. The Allucia was bubbling along the surface, its odor already making Lorelei’s vision blurry. 

“Drink it,” Laura slid the drink over to the Lamia, a petty act of revenge for her part in getting Lucy so drunk. 

“Don’t!” Lorelei grabbed the shot glass before Marci could reach it, and downed it in one gulp. 

“Wow…” Lucy glared in disbelief. 

Lorelei then slammed her fist into the table, leaned forward toward the vampire, and for the first time, it was Laura’s turn to shiver in her seat. 

Apparently, even vampires didn’t get the memo, real Allucia didn’t have the same effect on Redevers. It awakened their own darker inhibitions, which were very different from that of a typical human.

Lorelei’s eyes were practically glowing, her horns seemed to sharpen, and her fingernails became talons. Her entire body tingled, her sweat beginning to exude an even stronger pheromone, and her heart was throbbing beneath her breast. 

That was a strong dose of Allucia. Something she hadn’t had in a long long time. 

Laura seemed taken aback by the Redever’s sudden aggression. The crowds hushed around them, most of them already sensitive from the meager amounts of Allucia in their own systems. With a Succubi in their midst, glistening with secreted pheromones, many found themselves failing to control their own inhibitions. 

Just before an orgy could start, the sprinkler systems activated, washing everyone in a cool shower. Lorelei gasped, taking in a deep breath. The water washed over her skin, diluting some of the pheromones, which eased the crowd, but only excited her even more. It took everything to keep from losing control. Luckily, Allucia’s effects were temporary for her.

“I think it best you leave?” A mans voice brought her back into focus. 

Lorelei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her eyes slowly losing their potency. The manager standing before her was a tall man, with a well trimmed beard peppered with grey. His attention was solely fixated on her, although he clearly wasn’t happy about her entourage either.

Laura had disappeared, as if she were never there, and Lucy was fast asleep on thee counter with a new jacket for a pillow.

Lorelei sighed, slowly feeling the rush of endorphins dying down. She was still horny as hell, but fully in control. 

“No problem, sorry for the trouble,” Lorelei wiped some of the sweat from her brow, then picked up her purse before leaving the bar. 

“Hey where are you going?” Marci called out, noticing Lorelei strutting toward the exit.

Lorelei grabbed a full bottle of vodka from the counter, not even deigning to pay for it, and the server was too frightened to even try to stop her. She chugged a few gulps as she walked to the door. “To do what I should’ve done a long time ago!” 

Marci rushed to catch up, not wanting her best friend to make a horrible mistake. 

 

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Theo turned the page, fighting like hell against inescapable boredom. He almost couldn’t take it, another course assignment on the ‘theoretical’ arts of necromancy were mind numbing. The art was lost centuries ago, its countless attempts to recreate were all unanimous failures. But that didn’t stop the academy from trying to interpret some of its lost sigils, each of which were so dynamic in scale that they were hard to fathom, let alone interpret.

His newest assignment was to try to write a thesis on the seventeen rites of conjuring, and whether it could be replicated using modern scientific arts. So far that was a no, and he didn’t mind writing a detailed report on why that was so, if only it wasn’t so damn boring.

He couldn’t get a paragraph in before getting the urge to pick up the remote and turn on the TV, or simply toss his books aside, and pick up his gamecube controller for a couple of hours. 

Theo rubbed his forehead, finally giving up on the over complicated summary he struggled to put on paper, and reached over to grab the remote control.

Mike was sound asleep on his side of the room, but the medication he was on would keep him out no matter how loud the volume was turned up. 

No sooner had Theo pressed the ON button that a knock came to his door, followed by the sound of shuffling feet, and a tussle. He jumped from his seat, and rushed toward the doorknob which was twisting violently. The sounds of two people arguing were muffled, but clearly bickering just outside his dorm.

“What the…” Theo asked, more so to himself, as he peered through the eye hole. He could see two shadowy figures wrestling back and forth, although it was hard to make out.

He slowly unlocked the door, and suddenly the bickering stopped. Theo then creaked it open just an inch, and peered outside.

Frozen in place, Lorelei was wrapped tightly in Marci’s serpentine lower half, the Redever’s hands trying to strangle Marci into letting her go. 

The pair of them were clearly drunk, and not sure what to do, now that they were caught.

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