Hayley exploded out of the door, every nerve in her body alive with urgent energy. The warm night air wrapped itself around her like an uncomfortable and unwelcome blanket. It did nothing to alleviate her dizziness.
Two girls walked out behind her, almost gliding through the night air as they followed their friend. Hayley ran around the other side of the dumpster in the alley and inserted two fingers down her throat. The gag reflex was the last thing in the world she wanted right now, but it was what she needed. Her two followers looked on impassively.
"I told you not to take his drink" said Tracy with a dry monotone voice.
"We saw him put something in it" said Stacy, in the almost identical voice.
Hayley's eyes were burning as she felt the last of her stomach contents come propelling from her gut. Her abs heaved, and would be sore in the morning - but she would have much more control over the rest of her night without the liquid that splashed against the ally bitumen.
The twins folded their arms, feeling a ripple of pity for their friend.
Hayley's white stockings had laddered, and she had splashed her red heels with her vomit. She was bent forward and her salaciously short tartan skirt had ridden up and over her backside. Her friends could see her bare cheeks, split down the middle by a bright red thong. Her black garter belt still clung to the stockings. Her soft rose boob-tube and black teacher jacket all wore evidence of her stomach's need to vacate its contents. Luckily her bottle blond hair was in ponytails, and avoided being hit by the toxic brew.
"Haze, are you ok?" Stacy asked, using the twins pet name for their friend.
Haze continued to purge the last of the drinks from her body and held up a finger to her friends - indicating she just needed a minute.
Haze's breathing turned to loud gasping as she got her breath back. Her eyes watered from the violent convulsing, her makeup running.
"Oh my god..." she said, looking at her friends, and wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve.
The twins were both dressed in short black and white checkered shift dresses, with large white contrast collars. Tracy's hair was jet black on the right side, and white on the left side, with a strong part down the middle. The freaky teen also wore a pure white contact over the left pupil. Tracy sister Stacy, however wore her hair black on the left side and white on the right, and a white contact in her right eye. Their Japanese features fitted to look perfectly, and Haze adored her time with the twins. However this was not one of the high points.
The door the club was thrown open with such force that it swung on its hinges into an industrial bin nearby. The sound pulsing from inside the club was deafening while the door remained opened, and out stepped a tall buff young man in a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, his hair slicked with product and his forearms heavily tattooed.
"Alert" said Tracy, directing the comment to Haze, who was just managing to support herself against another bin. Tracy's purse surrendered a smartphone, and was poised to dial, should trouble arise.
Stacy took a small water bottle from her purse and threw it to Haze, who opened it and washed out her mouth, without taking her eyes from the tall man.
"There you fucking are..." he said advancing on Haze.
"You put something in her drink" Stacy said to the young man.
"Bitch was was stupid enough to to drink it, and she's been teasing me all night" he said walking past the twins and grabbing Haze with one big hand under her jaw.
"...the fuck" Haze squeaked, as an unholy strength pinned her against the alley wall. A huge hand groped at her bouncy B cups.
"A fighter, that's cool, doesn't matter to me, if fact I prefer it" he snarled with overwhelming confidence.
The twins continued to fold their arms and stare at the situation.
The young man realised they were not going anywhere, and this really wasn't the type of thing he did with an audience around.
"...the fuck are you watching this for, beat it!" he yelled.
"No I think we'll stay" said Stacy.
"We wouldn't miss this next bit for the world" said Tracy.
The man looked confused and slowly looked back at his quarry. He was surprised to find her looking straight back at him.
She gripped the arm that held her jaws with one hand and managed to swing her fist with the other, landing it directly under her assailants chin. The overconfidence of her attacker was his downfall, as he did not expect anywhere near the force of impact that connected to his face. He was taken by complete surprise as he stumbled back. Another fist was driven deep into his stomach, doubling him over, and his face exploded with pain as yet another fist knocked his head back with a violent uppercut. He was thrown back to slump against a dumpster, looking up pitifully at his would be prey. Another two blows landed on his face. He felt the skin break under her unfathomably solid fists. His vision blurred, and he could hear little more than a single high-pitched tone.
He looked up at the girl, waiting for more painful blows.
"... ou hear me?" he heard the the whine of his ringing ears.
Haze gripped his hair and hit his head against the dumpster again. "Are you concentrating clown?" she yelled into his face.
"My friend here has been recording everything, including you saying that you drugged me, if we ever see you again, this goes to the cops" she said, staring into his eyes.
