A. H. Wong

Chapter Twenty One

 

April 24th, 2012

 

Early Evening

 

"Beatrix? You know you're going to have to come out of there one day. And don't worry about that dress suiting you-didn't I already make sure it looks sexy as hell?" Maverick yelled, knocking hard on the door. She'd been standing out in the hall for far too long, and it was definitely not how she wanted to spend her night. Still, she knew just as well as the others how important the night was-and she knew their plan wouldn't work if Beatrix didn't leave her room.

 

Groaning, Maverick leans her back against the door. She shakes her head, looking down at her body. It felt weird to be in a dress, but this little black dress-complete with lace across the top of her chest and down the sleeves-was definitely what she needed. Her hair, pulled into long braids down her back, was controlled for the first time in a good long while. Janelle and her had actually spent almost an hour trying to control it, using as much hair product as they could get their hands on. All of the work was worth it, though, and now Maverick's hair shone with care.

 

She needed today to go perfectly.

 

Proving the fact that days are not meant to go perfectly, the door opens behind Maverick. She tumbles onto her ass, landing with a graceless thud. Wincing, she squirms a bit on the floor, looking up.

 

She stares right up Beatrix' dress.

 

Giving a whistle, she calls out teasingly, "Oooh, nice panties, lovely girl! I love the pink lace."

 

Before she can react, Beatrix plants a foot on Maverick's head, before Beatrix hurriedly moves back. "I-I....I like them...."

 

"Uh-huh, I bet you do. Mmm, girl....I know you're wearing that because you want Taylor to see it," Maverick says with a grin, climbing to her feet. "You're so, so cute....I love seeing you like someone. Taylor is MUCH better than Martin ever was."

 

Beatrix shakes her head. "What did you feel about Martin and I, anyways?"

 

"He wasn't right for you, chickyboo, and I wish you could have seen that sooner. I could see how much he wanted you-I mean, everybody could. In fact, a lot of us were taking bets on whether or not you'd let him into your pants."

 

Beatrix goes beet red, covering her breasts with her arms. She flushes deeply, taking a few steps back. "Maverick, that's....that's uh, a little personal."

 

"So is that dress you've got on. Told you you'd look killer in something low-cut and skanky," Maverick snickers, looking her friend up and down. The ordinarily mousy brunette had been stuffed into a long silver dress, that clung to her curves. A necklace of brightly-colored gemstone beads drew out the color in her skin, setting off her warm skin just right. Her hair had been teased into a neat wave, highlighting its natural curls. It had even had sparkles added to it, giving her entire image a sparkly feel.

 

As Maverick had mentioned, Beatrix' dress did very little to hide her breasts. They were showed off to their every advantage, even pressed together by the v-neck corset that made up the top of the dress. More than half of her breasts were showing, in fact, a fact that Beatrix was having problems with. "I-I feel like this is too much," she says quietly, looking down at her chest. "I-I mean....What if Taylor doesn't like me?"

 

Janelle can't help but chuckle at that. "Girl, if that man doesn't like your chest, the man is blind. They are amazing."

 

Beatrix blushes, shaking her head. She backs away from Maverick, covering her breasts with her arms even more. "M-Maverick, can we just go to the dance? I....I'd like to just get this over with as quickly as I can."

 

"Now, that isn't the feelings I want you to have, my dearest one," Taylor says softly from the doorway. He steps into the room, his eyes alighting upon Beatrix without a single bit of red upon his cheeks. "You look extraordinary, my love. Please, do not be shy-you are lovely."

 

She nods slowly, and lets her arms fall to her side. "J-Janelle wouldn't let me choose something less low-cut," Beatrix whispers. "She's even more bossy than usual, now that she's finally able to move around again."

 

Taylor nods, his eyes having little problem keeping from dropping below her chin. "It would appear so. Still....I am a very lucky man, to be able to take a woman like you to the dance with me."

 

Maverick, unable to help herself, lets out a gagging noise. Taylor rolls his eyes, extending his hand. Beatrix places hers in his grip, allowing him to pull her from her room.

 

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Meanwhile

 

"Master John is not going to be happy with me," Martin mutters to himself, staring at his image in the mirror. He hadn't gone on a shopping trip with the rest of his residence, and so it appears that he would be going to the dance in jeans and a t-shirt. "He wanted me to look good for this...."

 

"He also wanted you to break up Beatrix and Taylor, young man," Master John says from behind him, appearing out of nowhere in Martin's mirror. "But, that ship has apparently sailed. You have barely been able to speak to either of them since I gave you your orders."

 

Martin swallows avidly. "B-But I...."

 

"But you had a change of heart. Oh, of course you did....People like you always have changes of heart. You always end up wanting to do what is best for people. You always don't want to hurt them, always stop wanting to see them suffer. People like you sicken me."

 

Martin turns to face him, working to summon up some courage. "I haven't been able to stop them because I don't understand why you want me to do this."

 

"You don't NEED a reason, Martin."

 

"I've overheard them talking about you threatening them!"

 

"Threatening them? Why would I do that? I see no reason to need to. The most I would ever do to them is gently encourage that they be more careful about what they do here," Master John says, walking forward. Martin steps back, his back hitting the mirror. Master John approaches until he stands only a few inches from Martin, looking down into his eyes. "Do you fear me, young Martin?"

 

Martin swallows, quickly shaking his head. "N-Not at all, Master John. Not at all."

 

Master John grins hugely, pressing his hands against the mirror on either side of Martin. His smile becomes darker, his teeth showing. "You should be, Martin. You should be afraid to death of me."

 

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Half An Hour Later

 

The dance had begun. Music pounds from every floor in the Agency, in every cafeteria. Music of every genre mixes and blends, causing every floor in the Agency to vibrate with noise. Laughter and shouts compete for the ability to be heard-some voices are already raised in anger. Unsurprisingly, punch bowls in more than a few rooms had already been spiked. Also unsurprisingly, a handful of members of the Plucked Feather residence had already made the dangerous climb up to the roof-dresses and all. On a related note, more than a few members of the Agency had already spent a good deal of time 'looking at the sky.'

 

Taylor stood in the main cafeteria with Beatrix, swirling with her. His feet were surprisingly light, his grasp upon her waist tight. They danced in the center of the gym, a handful of onlookers watching. Their dance was more graceful than expected-the past few days being spent practicing was a very large help. The pair of them were already receiving more than their fair share of compliments, which made Beatrix blush like a rose.

 

In fact, so worried was she of being seen that she had pressed up very close against Taylor. While this does cause her cleavage to be hidden, it also causes her ample chest to be flattened by his chest, which only causes the front of her dress to strain. Taylor, however, didn't seem to mind at all.

 

The pair of them laughed and talked, their mouths pressed against each other's ears in order to be heard-a maneuver which caused Taylor to lap his tongue across Beatrix' neck more than a few times.

 

This, of course, caused the poor girl to blush. She could only help but squirm in reaction, shivering ever so slightly. She nuzzled into his own neck in response, before her shy tongue flicks out to caress his neck. He laughs in her ear, shaking his head. "Beatrix, my love, you are far too kind to me."

 

She rolls her eyes at that, holding him for a few moments. She moves with him easily as he guides her to twirl, blushing like a bonfire when he bends her backwards. She glares at him, knowing just as well as he did that that maneuver only caused her breast-showing situation to worsen. "Taylor, please...! Don't do stuff like that! Everyone's watching...."

 

Taylor smirked down at her. "Indeed, that is exactly what I want."

 

She frowns, and it is clear that she doesn't understand. So, in order to explain things to her properly, Taylor tugs her out of the room with him. He leads her quickly to a quieter hallway, and sits her down upon the floor. He takes a seat in front of her, crossing his legs restfully. He smiles at her slowly. "I take it you want me to explain my plan?"

 

Beatrix nods. "Y-You encouraged us girls to dress like sluts, you made sure Maverick and Janelle went to a different cafeteria than us....I don't understand what you want from us."

 

Taylor smirks softly. "My darling Beatrix, what I want from you is your help in making sure we get thrown from the Agency. In a memorable fashion, of course."

 

Her eyes shoot wide. "But....But that will mean Master John will kill us."

 

Taylor shakes his head slowly. He scoots closer to her, leaning over her legs. He presses his mouth to her ear. "Beatrix, do not speak of this. I may appear to be trying to be thrown out, but that is only Master John does not suspect me. In reality, I have plans for tonight, and I would like you to trust me."

 

Her eyes wide, she takes his hand. "Are you sure?"

 

"Yes. Beatrix, in under an hour, Maverick and Janelle will make their move. The takeover of the Agency for Unwanted Children happens tonight, and I need you to play along."

 

She bites her lip hard, nuzzling into his neck. He can feel her breath upon his skin, and he feels her fear. He feels her trust in him as well, however, and it is all he needs to make him kiss her cheek softly. She shivers gently, and before he knows it, she has pressed his lips to his.

 

Before he can speak, his body is pressed upon hers, his lips finding their way to her lips and neck. She is shivering, squirming, holding him tightly. In a few moments, he can feel his body responding to her closeness. He can feel her trembling, her desire, her hunger. He feels her press into him, her panting breath.

 

He stops her before she can take him, though. Before they take the step he knows they are not ready for-the very step that would throw his entire plan into havoc. He pulls away from her gently, whispering to her that he does love her. She seems to accept it, looking down, embarrassed.

 

After a few moments of silence, he reaches for her hand, and pulls her to her feet.

 

Just as he is about to return to the dance, they are stopped by Martin's voice. "You romantic jerk."

 

Taylor doesn't seem to care very much as he begins walking again, after ascertaining that it was-indeed-Martin speaking. Still, Martin doesn't stop; he merely trails after them, soon catching up enough to grab Beatrix by her hair.

 

Taylor whirls on him instantly, his fist slamming into Martin's face. Martin staggers back, but does not release his grasp upon Beatrix' hair. Beatrix howls in pain, dragged backwards by her hair. She collapses onto her butt, and Martin luckily loses his grip. She scoots away the second she is released, only stopping movement when she is several feet away. Her eyes are wide, whimpers sounding low in her throat. Taylor glances at her long enough to verify that she is safe, before moving quickly to slam another fist into Martin's chest.

 

Martin responds by leaping back, dodging the hit perfectly. He steps forward, taking advantage of Taylor's momentary instability to slam a fist into Taylor's face. Taylor takes the hit hard, his hands rising quickly to cover his face. He staggers back a few steps, but all this allows for is Martin being able to hit him even harder.

 

Martin would have succeeded in taking down Taylor if someone had not launched themselves at his back, their black boots slamming into his butt.

 

Martin lands, hard, on his face. Taylor dodges the falling form with frightful ease, a smile growing upon his face. "Maverick, hello. It is wonderful to have you arrive at such a good time."

 

Maverick rolls her eyes, smirking as she kneels upon her prey. "I decided I'd check out what y'all were up to. It did seem that, after all, you would need at least some help."

 

Taylor smiled. "I got what I required-I figured out Martin's involvement in tonight's plan."

 

Shooing Maverick off of Martin's back, he kneels in front of the fallen youth. His smile huge, he gazes down into Martin's eyes. "You are being played, young Martin, and I want you to tell me why."

 

Martin rises to his knees, his eyes dark. "I have no reason to tell you that, Taylor."

 

Taylor can't help. "Oh, but you do. You see, I am fully aware that Master John has requested you make Beatrix leave me. Why you chose to beat me up, however, is beyond me. Still, I would like to know just what you are hoping to achieve by doing what Master John asks."

 

Martin lowers his gaze, biting his lip. "I-I...No. No, I have no reason whatsoever to tell you that."

 

Taylor stands up, towering over Martin. "Oh, but you do. You have every reason to tell me. For, you see, at the end of tonight....I will have taken control of the Agency's residents, and I will have you taken care of if you do not tell me."

 

Martin, for his sake, was not cowed. He rises to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest. "That is impossible. Master John would never-"

 

"Allow me to take over? Why, young man, he already has. You see, while you are being kept busy here with me, Janelle is following her orders. As Maverick is currently here, I can only assume she has already completed hers."

 

Martin blinks, angling his head to one side. Meanwhile, Maverick chimes in, "Yep, I already did everything you asked me to. T'was easy-you'd be surprised how quickly people were ready to believe it."

 

Taylor smiled softly. "I'm not surprised. As Beatrix told me once, the fact that the Plucked Feather residents are being forced to kill is obvious."

 

Martin goes pale.