As she sat there, idly stirring her Moscow Mule, Octavia tried not to look too nervous while the music blared in the background. Inside, she was a mess. She struggled not to think about not just being raped in her own bed the night before, but she also tried hard not to think about what poor Christine was going through right now. While she was sitting here sipping her drink, her roommate was bound up on the cold floor of that van. For the tenth time since her rapist had dropped her off in the parking lot she thought about calling the police, but immediately pushed it back down. The last thing that monster had told her was that if he even suspected that she'd called the police then no one would ever see her friend again.
Octavia didn't know if that meant she'd end up dead in a shallow grave or if she'd disappear into some basement to spend the rest of her life being tormented by his darkest fantasies. She didn't even know which one of those two outcomes could be considered worse. All that she knew was that he had a hostage that she really cared about, and she would do whatever she had to do to see her get out of this unscathed - well as undamaged as possible at least. Neither of them would ever be unscathed again after what he'd done, Octavia thought, when suddenly she was interrupted by a woman that sat down at the bar next to her breaking her train of thought.
"You're way too pretty to have a look like that on your face" the stranger said with a smile. "How many more of those do I have to buy to make you smile sweetie?"
Octavia's smile was wan and brief as she looked at the woman hitting on her, but her mind was still on tonight's ordeal. The deal she'd made with her rapist was simple. A pussy for a pussy. She could let him fuck her roommate, or she could bring back some stranger instead. The idea of being complicit in something so terrible made her sick, but it was still better than watching him rape Christine in front of her while he told her how it was all Octavia's fault.
Octavia swallowed hard and looked at the newcomer. The woman had close cropped hair, heavy breasts, and compact build. She was definitely Octavia's type normally, but her tormentor had been very specific. He wanted her to bring a pretty lipstick lesbian back to the seedy hotel room before midnight, or he was gone, and with him Christine. A butch girl or a bull dyke just wasn't going to cut it.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked noncommittally, as she took a drink "I'm just waiting for a friend and then I'll cheer right up." If she was really going to do this, Octavia was going to have to be pretty wasted. She spent the next few minutes tuning out the answers of the woman who was trying to hit on her while she scanned the bar and dance floor without luck. Everyone that was pretty enough to be a possible candidate was obviously here with someone else, which was lucky for them both, Octavia thought wryly.
The first hour she was at the bar blurred together in a series of drinks and unsuitable candidates. Three drinks in she started to dance, not just in the hopes of lurring some appropriate prey with her own sinuous curves though. She did it just to ignore how terrible all of this made her feel. The drinks had taken the edge off, but they couldn't blot out the dark reality. Whichever woman she took back to the room to take Christine's place was going to have her life ruined. Just because she thought Octavia was pretty enough for a one night stand...
It was enough to make Octavia tear up, and she suddenly left the floor, and went to the bathroom for a moment of privacy. In the stall she tried to hold back the tears, but when she couldn't do that she at least tried not to ruin her eye makeup. She failed on both accounts. Octavia had a good long sob and might have continued for a while if a head hadn't popped over the divider between the stalls and handed her down a handful of tissues.
"Thanks," she mumbled, too embarrassed about being seen like this to react to how weird it was that a stranger had invaded her personal space.
"It's fine," the other woman reassured her, "Whoever she is - she's not worth it girl."
"Oh - it's not that," Octavia said, trying to correct the misunderstanding, "It's just a really tough couple of days, that's all."
"Well how about you show those tough couple of days what they're missing out on and give them something to be jealous about instead," the asian woman said, jumping down from the toilet and leaving the stall. Octavia turned around and joined her. "You can call me Min," she added casually, as she led the way out of the bathroom and back to the dance floor.
Octavia followed Min, and eventually gave her the fake name she was using tonight, but inside her internal monologue was still racing. This little asian lesbian was everything that she'd been hoping to find to make sure that Christine went free, but that just made it worse. The good samaritan that went out of her way to cheer her up had just volunteered to be the sacrificial lamb in tonight's activities whether she knew it or not.
For the next hour Min did everything possible to make Octavia smile, and she was more than a little successful. At first she tried to push the girl away and find someone she liked less, but Min would not be denied. She'd obviously decided that Octavia needed a rebound, and that rebound was going to be her. So a little drinking led to a little shit talking about a fake ex because Octavia couldn't exactly talk about why she was really upset. She couldn't tell this bright eyed college girl that she'd been raped last night, and that she'd entered into a devil's bargin with her rapist for the sake of her friend to find his next victim... All she could do was tell old stories about her ex's and try to scare Min off. It didn't work though, and those stories lead to nothing but flirting as the young vixen eye fucked her and made it very clear that she wanted to get into her pants.
"So did you want to get high before or after I take your clothes off," Min asked eventually, smiling wickedly as she held Octavia's gaze and gauged her reaction.
"My clothes?" Octavia pretended to be scandalized, "but I barely even know you."
"You'd know me a lot quicker if you took one of these," Min said, sliding a small baggie with a couple pills onto the table.
Octavia smiled. "You really are in college aren't you. What are you? 21? 22? You finally get out from under mommy and daddy's thumb and the first thing you want to do is drop ecstasy in a bar with strangers."
"I'll have you know that I'm 23 and I'm working on my Masters degree," Min said, "And tonight the only ecstasy I really need to taste comes from your pussy after I make you cum in my mouth."
Octavia sat there for a minute, blushing a little at that vivid image as this girl tried to seduce her. No - tried was the wrong word. She'd already succeeded, she was just going to get more than she bargained for. Min was definitely the one escalating things, but in some ways, Octavia took that as a challenge. With a defiant smirk she grabbed the packet, taking one of the pills before offering the other to the girl trying to get into her panties, and then made a big deal about slowly putting the tablet on her tongue and swallowing in the most dramatic and sensual way she could imagine with her eyes fixed on her date for the night. Once they'd both ingested their own private timebomb, Octavia took her partner and pulled her back to do some more dancing until they found out if her shit was any good.
Even with her words lost to her amidst the pounding music, Min continued to escalate things while dancing. They were little touches at first. She found just the right moments to lip sync an especially provocative lyric or to give Octavia that come fuck me look. It was Octavia that was the first one to make things physical. On the dance floor she finally kissed the shorter girl, sending up a chorus of whoops from the other ladies as they were grinding to a dance remix of Adelle's Set Fire to the Rain. Octavia couldn't help it though - the smolder coming off her dark liquid eyes made her melt, and suddenly she was bending slightly to kiss the girl she barely knew as she started to feel the music as much as see it. The X was kicking in, and suddenly she wanted her in the worst way possible.
The kiss lasted longer than the song, and by the time Octavia came up for air, she could see that they'd started to draw some stares. "You want to get out of here?" she asked, pulling the other girl back along to their seat to grab her coat.
"Anywhere you want as long as I get to go with you," Min said, slurring her words only slightly. "I'm in no shape to drive though. Do you want me to call an uber or..."
"We can walk," Octavia said, remembering the plan, "I'm in a hotel for the night only a couple blocks away."
With all that settled, they left and walked briskly in the cold night together, with Min clinging to her arm. As they walked it gave Octavia a chance to reflect. Without the music and the drinking, it became impossible to hide from the reality of what she was doing, but she couldn't make herself feel bad about it to almost the same degree that she hadn't been able to escape those dark feelings earlier. Min was clearly going through a phase where she wanted to explore everything whether she was acting out or not. Maybe this would scare her straight, Octavia thought. Maybe some good would come of this night. Even if it didn't though, Christina would be safe and a stranger was the small price to pay for the safety of a friend like her.
