The alley was eerily dark, illuminated by only moonlight. The industrial part of town had been largely abandoned since the economy crashed, and few of the warehouse owners had considered it worthwhile to pay an electric bill for an empty building.
Vanessa, Erika, and Michael walked quickly down the alley, hugging one shadowed wall. Michael carried a heavy set of bolt cutters in one hand.
The three were students at the city's university. Vanessa and Erika had been high school friends. Erika met Michael six months ago. They'd started fucking almost immediately, but had only been "officially" dating for the past four months.
The three had bonded quickly over their shared belief that the primary, if not sole, purpose of college was partying. But they'd grown bored of the usual alcohol-fueled frat parties and decided they needed something bigger. Something where the music could blast as loud as their eardrums could handle. Something were Molly and coke wouldn't land you in trouble with campus police. Something where the party could rage for as long as everyone's legs kept them standing. A rave. They'd already found a DJ willing to work for cheap. Now they just needed a discrete location, and an abandoned warehouse would be a perfect fit.
The trio stopped in front of the gate to a chain-link fence held secure by padlock. Michael struggled to cut the lock with the bolt cutters and Erika teased, "Looks like someone's not spending enough time at the gym."
"You're welcome to try," Michael grumbled before the lock finally snapped with a loud crack. "After you, ladies," he announced proudly, sliding the gate open.
Vanessa passed through first, then Erika. Michael gave Erika an affectionate slap on the ass as she passed. She looked back at him and rolled her eyes, but also grinned. Michael grinned back, imagining what else he'd do to that ass later tonight, then he followed the girls through the gate.
Surprisingly, the door to the warehouse building itself was unlocked. They all slipped inside before turning on their flashlights. It was pretty much what they'd expected--concrete floor, high ceilings, a lot of empty space. Specks of dust floated through the air, illuminated by their flashlight beams. The half-hearted attempt at keeping trespassers out made sense with nothing there to steal.
"This place is a dump. It's perfect," Vanessa said enthusiastically.
"I don't know," Erika cut in. "The music is going to be
loud
. I'd really love to find somewhere with a basement. We don't know if a security guard ever drives through here. If we get caught trespassing while everyone is drunk and high, we're pretty fucked."
"Alright, alright," Vanessa conceded. "Let's look around. It might have a basement."
The three fanned out with their flashlights looking for doorways that could lead to a lower level. A minute later the sound of a metal scraping on concrete echoed through the cavernous room. "Got something," Erika shouted. "Stairs."
"Go check it out," Michael answered.
"You can fuck right off if you think I'm going down there by myself," Erika answered.
Michael chuckled. "Need a big strong man to protect you?" he teased.
"Go fuck yourself," Erika answered with no real anger in her voice.
"I'd rather I had some help with that," Michael retorted.
"Men," Erika grunted. "Get you're ass over here. Come on Vanessa."
Vanessa was shining her flashlight on the far wall of the warehouse. "You guys go ahead. Someone tagged the wall over here. I want to see how old the paint looks. Don't need high school kids coming here to smoke weed while we're trying to party. I'll be right behind you."
"Hurry up," Erika answered. Then the light from her and Michael's flashlights disappeared through the doorway.
Vanessa walked along the wall, shining her light on the graffiti. Most of it was the usual--a gang logo here, a giant dick there. She paused when her light hit something unusual painted in a eerie green that seemed to glow unnaturally in the light. Curious, she walked closer.
Vanessa stared at the graffiti--or rather the art. Up close, it was clear someone talented had put a lot of effort into creating the image. Fine lines painted in the otherworldly green flowed like beautiful calligraphy, twisting and curving to form an intricate mandala-like pattern that coalesced into a circle that covered a large section of wall. Vanessa didn't recognize the language of the text, nor the symbol it formed, but it still somehow felt familiar. It meant something. She wasn't sure how she knew that, but she was certain it did. She could
feel
it. Despite its foreignness, the meaning somehow felt as if it were right on the tip of her tongue... just barely out of reach. The answer was somewhere in her mind, she was sure. She just had to find it.
Vanessa was too deep in thought to notice when her knees hit the cement floor. She continued intently studying the symbol, craning her neck to look up at it from the ground.
What does it mean?
The question was quickly becoming an obsession. She had to know. Without thinking, Vanessa's hand reached beneath her shirt, sliding up under her bra and cupping her breast.
Is it something I've seen in School? No, that's not it.
Her hand gently kneaded the soft tissue of her breast, and her nipple grew firm between two fingers. She was lost in thought and oblivious to the actions of her own body.
For an excited moment, she thought she had it.
It's more than a message. It's... it's... What is it?
Her unoccupied hand drifted downward, finding the button on her jeans and clumsily unfastening it.
An instruction! It's an instruction!
But that didn't feel quite right either. Her hand slid into her jeans and beneath her panties, stopping with a finger resting against her clit. A command! She felt a sudden clarity. Her finger slowly circled her clit as her other hand firmly squeezed her breast.
What does it want?
She'd never felt this focused in her life. She could sense the command was urgent. Her jaw hung slack as she stared up at the wall. A finger pressed into her already slick pussy. Then two. The palm of her hand rubbed against her clit as her fingers plunged in and out.
What do you want me to do?
she thought, growing desperate. She needed to understand. She was certain this was the most critical moment of her life. She just needed to understand why! A thin line of drool escaped her open mouth and fell onto her shirt unnoticed.
Please,
she begged.
