In The Queens Black Boots (part 2)

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There is no morning, there is no day, and there is no night. There is just time moving slowly, almost to a halt.

Yuki slipped on her form fitting leather boots. Throwing on her leather jacket and her black out helmet, she headed out the door grabbing her keys and her favorite pen knife, tucking it in the hidden pocket on the inside of her boot.

After starting her gray matte 2017 Victory Octane Motorcycle, Yuki gets on, revs the motor a few times to warm it up. Welcoming the vibrations, she kicks off the stand, pulls on the gas and heads towards a southern location.
Hours passed as she rode in the heat of a wasteland. As sunset approached, Yuki slowed her bike and waited for the mirage to appear.
The air waved in the distance, the sun settled further down the horizon. The mirage appeared as the waves settled to a solid image of an old abandoned warehouse. Lifting her feet off the dead ground, she sprung the bike into action, pulled the clutch, making the bike’s front end jump off the ground. Gaining speed, reaching 80 mph, Yuki ripped through the stilled picture. The air waved once more and the mirage disappeared keeping all of it’s secretes inside.

Through the gates, the sky completely darkened, a side door of the warehouse was pulled open. Yuki slowly drove her bike in, parking the machine in her designated closure. She took off her coat, hung it and walked towards the sound of loud music. She kept her helmet on, a means to keep her identity hidden.

A man stood by the entrance door saw her coming. He blocked the passage as he signaled for her to take off her helmet. She flashed him a card. A red, crimson card showing the black letters on the bottom right corner: ONNA.
The man immediately moved to the side, letting her walk through. As she brushed passed him, he couldn’t help but breathe in the air around her. He turned around, quickly looked through his surroundings and pulled at his crotch.

The music nebulously travelled through the hallway as she approached the opened space. Lights dashed in all directions, and the quick flashes illuminating the people on the floor showed an intoxicating sight.

In the darkness of the music, some danced as clothes came off, others stood against the cold walls paired in 2 or 3. Sex is in the air, the deep aroma hugging at their skin.
Yuki stood at the entrance waiting and watching.

“People in the Nest; make way for your Queen.” The DJ spoke in a dark raspy voice.
The dancers moved creating a path for Yuki to walk through. She climbed the stairs at the other end, entering a large room. The room itself is all windows for her to oversee the crowd. Moving to the front, she watched her people give in to the lust, losing their minds in the heavy beat.

Yuki grabbed her phone, texted the DJ to play the next song.

As the crowd realized what track was playing, they all fell into frenzy. A means to celebrate the death of Keith Flint, may he never be forgotten.

A knock on the door was expected and running late. She had no patience for games; someone will owe her a great deal. For now, she let it be, the music was too important.
The door swung open as 2 men were pushed in, door quickly closing behind them. Her hand waving for them to get closer. As Yuki stood before them, the men tried to see through the darkened helmet without success.
She studied the men, their structure, and their muscles. The tall man’s hair hung passed his shoulders, dark and straight, his pale skin sculptured his body nicely. The shorter man, nervous and shaky matched his scrawny body. Too boney and underfed, she did not want him and so he left.
Yuki locked the door, leaned up against it and took her helmet off.

The man stood there enraptured, seeing her was a chance of a lifetime. The man’s eyes widened as she got closer to him. Her thick lips wearing icy blue lipstick was all he could think about. The images bolting in his mind of her mouth wrapped around him had him bulging. Her blue eyes pierced through thick lashes and dark makeup held his gaze.
Yuki, now standing with him, her body against his, whispered in his ear, “Let’s play.”
Shivers went down his spine as her lips touched his earlobe, cold like snow; he wanted to ravish those lips till they burned like fire.
Yuki moved slowly against him, “Dance”, was all she said. The man was quick to not hesitate, moving with her, he ran his hands around her, one hand at the nape of her neck. They both moved sensually, hips swaying and legs rubbing. A dance that was almost too alluring, the man’s restraint weakened.

Utmost satisfying to her, she continued to provoke. Her hands slid under his shirt from the bottom, fingers teasing at his ribs. Her cold fingertips rose higher, brushing his left nipple then higher to pull off his shirt.
His hand moved from her neck grabbing the back of her hair as he pushed his hips in more for her to feel him. He was hot, feeling heavy with lust. He wanted to carry this dance to the window. He wanted everyone to see.

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