Warning: This story contains explicit descriptions of violence and sex.
Langford
The Adler Chronicles Part 1
From: Book of Orexis
Aglaya Stops again to fix the belt around her tiny waist. The chain waist belt, with its many thick ornate links hangs loosely on her hips. A decorative accessory above her well fitted stretch hipsters. Varya, who is some distance ahead now, turns back, her beautiful naked shoulders falling with a quick heavy sigh, as she walks back to her.
"Aglaya, stop worrying, you look fine" Varya exclaims as she takes Aglaya by the wrist.
Aglaya heaves a deep breath as she looks up nervously at her friend. "I don't know about this Varya," she says, looking back at the long line of people in the queue, which they are now stood beside of, "What if they don't let us in? It's a big club."
"Aglaya, are you crazy, look at us. We're gorgeous!" Varya says, smiling as she takes her by the other hand now. "Of course they'll let us in, Roksana says they encourage the girls to come in this place, it's good for business."
Aglaya nods, forcing a smile as she looks up trustingly at her friend. If there was anyone she could trust in the world, it was Varya, who had taken her under her wing, and looked out for her since she arrived in St Petersburg six months ago.
She had come all the way from Romania virtually on her own, as her boyfriend had been arrested in Moscow, and necessity had compelled her to make a living from prostitution. For her, that was a much better option than going back to Romania. It wasn't so bad, she was tough. She didn't have to learn to be tough, she simple was. At a just turned eighteen, she still has a very youthful look, some might even say innocent. It is a look that she is proud of, despite the many things she has done that were contrary to the facade. There are no rules when it comes to matters of survival, and God help anyone who seeks to take advantage of this little innocent faced girl. She has been through too much in her eighteen years to become anybodies innocent victim.
Varya had understood her. Varya was just like her, she was just a little louder, a little taller, and at two years older, with a whole life lived struggling in the big city, and a face too pretty to tell the tale, she considers herself a veteran on these streets. The two girls had met on streets, and hit it off immediately. Varya had her own place at a hostel, right in the centre of town. She invited Aglaya to come and live with her. She introduced Aglaya to all the people a girl needs to know in this town, and pointed out those she should avoid, and the two have been inseparable ever since.
Varya clasps Aglaya by the hand, and they walk right to the front of the queue. The bouncer, a brooding thick-necked brute of a man in a shapeless suit, removes the ribbon by the entrance to let a couple he has just finished frisking pass. He looks the girls up and down as he affixes the ribbon back across the door, his eyes unreadable beneath his low hanging brow.
"Oh! Sorry baby." Aglaya turns as the smiling man lightly takes hold of her hand, with a slight bow of his head in apology before turning and swiftly slipping between the wide bouncer and the door, before hopping the ribbon with great dexterity.
"Hey! You coming back in here again?" Shouts the bemused bouncer at the grinning guy in the slim fitted grey suit.
"Take it easy Oleg, it's still early man," he says as he comes back to lean across the big man's shoulder, patting him playfully on his chest. Oleg scowls sternly, brushing him off with a grunt. The cheeky-smile-in-a-suit laughs, winking at the girls as he turns and head into the club.
Varya steps forward, grabbing Aglaya by the hand, and pulling her, she smiles at the grisly bounce.
He raises his open hand across the door, just short of touching Varya's arm. "I.D?" He asks, his eyes taking the full measure of her body before coming back to her face.
"Roksana invited us," says Varya, still smiling confidently at Oleg.
He looks over at Aglaya for a moment, before looking back to Varya. He steps close to her, his big frame now dwarfing hers. Aglaya feels her friend breathe in as she straightens and looks up at the big man. Finally, he releases the ribbon and slowly steps aside just a little. Varya pulls Aglaya as she squeezes through the small gap, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She looks back at Aglaya, smiling devilishly as she slightly raises their clasped hands so that they lightly brush across the bouncer cock beneath his trousers. Aglaya stifles a smile as she squeezes past the big man, looking up into his eyes before she slowly turns away, she let her other hand brush lightly across his swelling member.
Pharmeraid Lab
Dr Langford looks through the microscope at the circular sphere that is the cell membrane. With infinitesimal acute movements of his right hand, he attempts to refocus the powerful lens. Flustered and exhaling deeply as he gets up from the stool, he grabs his walking stick, and hobbles over to the other side of the room where he flicks a switch on the wall. A row of luminescent lights flickers on, illuminating the other side of the laboratory.
He hobbles back to the counter, his steps almost echoing in the massive empty room as he sits down at the microscope yet again. The silence is intense. At just gone two o'clock in the morning, the building is empty. There is a night security guard somewhere, but the chances are he is asleep, or on his notebook, watching movies on the other side of the building. It doesn't matter to Langford, once again he is the only person left in the lab, working obsessively throughout the night.
The needle pierces the membrane and shoots the microscopic nucleus into the cell. Within a few minutes he should know if it worked or not, with these samples it's hit and miss. Never before has a project shown so much promise - if only it had come three years ago. Three years ago, he had been desperately looking for miracles. He had searched tirelessly, holding on to the hope that he could do something right up until the end, but he had failed, and nothing that he did now would change that. So why was he so obsessed now? Was it her memory? His guilt? The absence of anything else in his life worth living for?
He bent to look through the microscope. It had worked. This one was for his patient. To hell with what the others thought, this was his project.
The club
Aglaya glances uneasily across the dance-floor at the huge crowd of moving bodies.
"hey, relax!" orders Varya as she looks at her. "Let's get a drink," she says into Aglaya's ear over the pumping bass of tribal house music.
"No, I don't want a drink," Aglaya says, shaking her head as she looks at her friend.
"You need to loosen up, come on," Varya says pulling her now.
Aglaya lets herself be pulled along, somewhat reluctantly towards the bar, with Varya pushing her way forcefully through the crowd ahead of her. Suddenly she bumps into somebody.
"Sorry!"
"Hey, we meet again," the man says, bending slightly to look into Varya eyes, or perhaps to make her look at his.
"Excuse me?" says Varya questioningly as she looks up at him.
Aglaya peeps her head around her taller friend to see the man's face for herself and recognises him immediately. She realises how tall he is as she looks up at him, and with his jacket off, she sees that he's quite thin as-well. He smiles at them and his dark eyebrows slightly dip in the middle giving an almost cheeky look to his face. In his hand is a bottle and three glasses, which it seems had almost spilled as Varya bumped into him.
"We met outside -- well I bumped into you while you were talking to smiley at the door -- How are you doing, my names Oliver," he says, extending his hand to Varya.
"Oh, okay, well sorry. I assure you I wasn't looking for payback," says Varya with a smile as she goes to step past him.
"Hey, think nothing of it," he says, stepping in front of her again, "Can I get you guys a drink? I feel it's my duty to make amends for my rudeness earlier."
"I don't know," Varya says, looking over her shoulder at Aglaya.
"Nonsense, come and join me and my friends for a drink, it will be fun. We're in the VIP," he says, looking pointedly over at the sealed off room with the glass wall on the other side of the club.
"Okay why not," says Varya. Aglaya squeezes her hand tightly. "Come on," Varya whispers, tugging her along as they follow Oliver through the crowd.
A large grim looking man pulls the door open for them and they enter the room. Oliver lays the bottle of champagne down in the table beside another larger one that is already half empty. He picks up the other one and fills two glasses for the girls. There are two other girls in the room, already drinking and dancing to the loud music. One of them comes over and put her arm across Oliver's shoulder, leaning into him, her breasts pressed firmly against his arm. He put his arm around her, "Yeah let's party!" he says, the champagne spilling as he raises his glass into the air.
Varya and Aglaya laugh as they exchange a glance with each other. Oliver and the girl begin to dance, their bodies flexing sensually to the pumping rhythmic music. He turns her around, her ass pressed up against him as his hands caress her breasts and stomach. She rolls her waist as his hands fall to her hips and lightly traces the contours of her thighs. She lets her head fall backwards, arching her back as she leans into him, her hand holding the back of his neck. He raises his glass to her lips and lets her drink from it, and as she kisses him, they share the wine.
He looks down at the two girls sitting on the sofa and stretches out his hand to Varya. She swallows her drink and pulls Aglaya up with her as they join the two them. He puts his arm around Varya's waist, his hand resting on her back, and his fingers sliding down into her waistband. The other girl in the room comes over and stands behind Aglaya. She lays her hand on Aglaya's stomach, and then across her hips before she slips her hand down the front of her jeans. Aglaya exhale deeply as she looks out at the packed dance-floor beyond the glass.
Varya smiles as she leans across and kisses her, and Aglaya reaches up to touch her friend's face, the other hand gripping her by the waist as she kisses her back. Her panties becoming wet with the finger which rubs across her clitoris again and again as it drives up into her vagina.
The other girl, who's dancing with Oliver and Varya turns and slips her hand into his trouser pocket. She withdraws a little snuffer bottle, and holding it up with a triumphant laugh, she pops the top. Inside the bottle are little flat pills. She puts one on her tongue and then gives him one in his mouth. He takes the bottle and gives two to Varya, one of which she swallows and the other she puts on her tongue before turning to kiss Aglaya again.
He slips his hand into Varya's low cut top, and cups her breast, pulling it free of the bra. He bends and lightly runs his tongue over the nipple while holding it gently between his teeth, and then closes his lips on it, sucking hard. She holds the back of his head as she pulls him towards her. Finally, he looks up and kisses her, his hand holding the back of her neck as his thumb lightly strokes her earlobe "let's get out of here baby, I'll give you whatever you want for both of you," he whispers into her ear.
They all go through a fire exit door at the back of the VIP area. The big man that they had forgotten about walks on ahead of them as they passed through the narrow passageway. Oliver and the girls, laugh, half stumbling as they stop to kiss and touch each other. He takes some more pills from his pocket, and putting one on his tongue he kisses Varya before putting the bottle to her lips to drink from, and then he does the same to Aglaya.
