Rabbit Hole Ch. 01

Bea.

"Hurry up, babe! We're gonna be late!" Josh shouted from the front of my apartment, his high-pitched voice barely reaching me. He was lucky that I had just turned off my hair dryer. His voice barely filled the small space even when he was yelling uninterrupted. Being a shorter guy didn't help much when it came down to being heard over the din of a big city apartment either.

"It's a n-night club, right?" I called back to him from my humble apartment bathroom as I hurriedly applied some light eyeliner, "Isn't being late the point?" I tried to follow up my joke with a half-hearted laugh, but Josh's silence made it impossible to do anything but feel bad. I tried to hold a smile on my face as I looked into my smudged vanity. A short, somewhat pretty girl with blue eyes, hair dye to match, and a fragile expression stared back at me. She knew what was about to happen.

I listened as my boyfriend of two years stomped through my apartment and over to the bathroom door, peeking his dirty scarlet head and freckled face into the room. I knew he wouldn't do anything to me but maybe yell, but I cowered away from the door anyway. I didn't want to fight again. Not over this. "Are you serious?" he asked, an agitated frown marring the face of the man I loved.

"No... it was a joke," I replied, averting my eyes. I hated when he looked at me like that. It felt like I'd done something wrong, like I had ruined something important and couldn't fix it. "I just wanted to make you laugh a little."

"Oh. Well, uh... hurry up, kay?" he said, patting the door frame and heading back to the front. "This is going to be great for the both of us!" he shouted back as he rounded his way to the door.

Sighing and tabbing at my eyes with a tissue, I tried to speed up applying my makeup...

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It was a brisk, chilly autumn night out on the town. Cool winds wove through the street, cutting through fabric and resolve. It was one of those nights where any sensible person would bundle up or wear layers. But Josh had told me that tonight was special, important even, and that I should wear something that made me look attractive.

I had done my best to meet his expectations, slipping into a thin black dress that only draped down to my thighs and heels that brought me a little closer to five feet tall. I'd done up my hair and thrown on lipstick to accentuate my lips and bring out my eyes. I had done everything I could to be pretty at the cost of warmth. I hugged myself.

Josh had us take his car, an old Honda cab, to the club. I offered to drive my SUV so that we would have some insulation and a GPS, but Josh refused, saying he wanted the address to be a surprise. It was supposed to be a special place for couples.

Josh had told me excitedly that this might be the thing to rekindle our relationship. When he'd mentioned that, my heart had sunk. I knew we were having problems, but I didn't think we needed a rekindling. He had said that a night on the town, flirting with other couples, would be liberating for us. "A chance for a little freedom," he'd called it. Why did he need to be free from me? Weren't we in love?

Thoughts and worries ran through my mind as Josh sped through the streets. Josh was normally a competent driver; our friends had called him slow, methodical. But tonight, things were different. There was an urgency in his driving. He really wanted to get to this place. Was he meeting someone in particular? Had I really made us that late with my 10 minutes of makeup?

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When we pulled up, we could see a decent line beginning to form around the side of the building and the parking lot was already full. Shrugging that off, Josh parked us down the street and had us walk to the building. I was shivering the whole way, clinging to myself. A hundred pounds of woman doesn't leave a lot of room for a furnace. Fortunately for me, the brick of the club blocked off the wind for the most part, and the lack of a breeze afforded me.

Above us, the neon lights of the club lit the entire street, shifting back and forth as an image of a white bunny bounded toward a martini glass. "'White Rabbit'? What a curious name for a night club," I thought to myself as we approached the tail of the line, stepping up behind two taller women, one with curly red hair and the other with long blonde pigtails.

The ladies in front of us were gorgeous by every definition of the word. Average height with long flowing locks, they had radiant skin and their dresses only served to better accentuate their looks. Their figures made me feel homely in comparison. I'm naturally short, 4'11" on a good day, so I naturally look up to everyone, including Josh, who stands at 5'5". It has always made me feel proud when people called us a cute couple. It makes me feel normal.

However, when the two gorgeous women turned to us, towering over us both, and giggled out a "You two are so cute together," it felt bad. I felt ashamed of my own height, of my body, and of my boyfriend. I felt ashamed of my own low self esteem. I looked over to Josh and blushed, trying to take his hand for support, but he moved it away from me.

"Thanks. We get around," Josh said, a smirk clawing itself onto his face. "You two look absolutely stunning. You together?" He continued, looking them both over. I hate to admit that I felt jealous of them both. Jealous of how he ran his eyes over their wide hips, slim waists, ample chests and lovely faces. He wanted them in a way couples should only want each other, and I could tell.

"Yeah. We met here and we've been dating for about 2 years now," the blonde bombshell said, slinging an arm around the waist of her fiery haired lover. Once again, my envy swelled at the sight of how she held her girlfriend proudly. "This place is amazing for couples," the woman continued, turning and giving her partner a smooch as if to provoke me, "We've made so many close friends."

"See, babe?" Josh said, turning on me almost accusatory, "It's great for couples. Just like my friend said. These Fukawari people are great for relationships."

"It's fu-ta-na-ri," the up-until-now silent partner of the couple in front of us chimed in, chuckling and slapping her girlfriends butt in front of us. They were so confident.

"Yeah, those," Josh replied, continuing to hold up that strange smile as he turned back to them. He was in his own world, just talking away. "Do you know a lot about The Futanaris?"

The couple looked at one another knowingly, but Josh didn't seem to catch on to this. The girls looked back to him with almost devilishly seductive smiles. The first was about to say something to Josh when from behind us, there came a voice.

"You!" Came a masculine shout from behind us. Josh and I jumped and turned around, startled. "Yes! You! The short one!" continued a tall black man in a dark suit. As he closed in, he pointed at Josh.

"You, boy. Come with me," he said to Josh, ignoring the way my boyfriend tried to puff himself up and make himself look bigger. There was no point. This man was tall for even a tall guy and built like a bouncer out of a comic book. My tiny boyfriend couldn't ever hope to intimidate someone like that. "The lady would like you to come with her to VIP" he said, unbiased by Josh's posturing.

Upon hearing this, Josh and I both looked around the bouncer man to see whom he was talking about. There, walking assertively toward the entrance was a tall, curvaceous woman about a foot taller than myself with breasts bigger than my head. Her midnight black hair flowed out behind her as she strutted in her shimmering silver dress, an entourage of men rushing to find her entertainment for the night.

Josh looked for several moments before he patted me on the shoulder and began walking away. I was stunned. Flabbergasted, even. I couldn't believe he was leaving me here alone at the end of the line to go into the club's VIP.

"Hey! Dude? Your girlfriend?!" called the blonde of two beautiful women ahead of me in line.

"See you inside, babe!" Josh called back.

All I could do was look at my feet, teary eyed. "Josh...my wallet is in your..."

"Don't worry about it, darling," the redhead said, reaching out a hand and gently patting my shoulder. "We'll get you in with us and you can go straighten him out. I'm Emily, by the way. What's your name, dear?"

"Um... I'm Bea," I replied, keeping myself more quiet as my embarrassment welled up inside of me. I wanted to melt into the concrete and stop existing.

"Trisha," the blonde said, taking my hand and shaking it. "Your boy's kind of a prick." I flinched at the harsh words but I couldn't say anything in protest. "Sorry to be rude about it, but I don't like what I saw with you two."

"W-we're here to work on our relationship," I whimpered. They failed to hear me. Instead, they stepped in next to me.

"Do you have a phone?" Emily asked as we got further along in the line. She had slipped hers free of her handbag. "We're going to get you inside and we'll hang around to make sure you get settled, but we have to meet up with another couple here tonight. We won't be able to stay for long. If you need help, though, we can trade numbers. You can text us if you need a ride home, okay?"

I nodded, grateful for both of the women standing beside me. They had been so kind to me. Pulling out my phone, I traded numbers with them both. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

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The venue was way worse than I had imagined. The strobes were blinding and only added to the headache-inducing boom of the music. The dancers were so close and touchy, and everything was stuffy and reeked of sex. I could barely breathe as Trisha, Emily and I moved deeper inside of the building.

I didn't want to part ways with my companions, but true to their word, they both headed off with a muscular-looking friend a few moments after we entered the club. Suddenly, I was in the worst kind of situation for a person like me: alone, my senses suffocating, trapped in a club full of strangers and no personal space. Luckily for me, this place did have a safe room.

It was a softly lit cube of a room where the building's shape somehow managed to kill out the booming of the speakers from the other dance rooms. There were metal stools lined up near tables that were set into the wall for drunkards and people who felt uncomfortable to sit at.

Aside from myself, there was no one else in the safe room. I found myself looking around, alone with my thoughts and growing more uncomfortable and depressed with every passing moment. Overwhelmed, with nowhere to go, and with no one to turn to for help in my immediate space, I did the only thing I could think of. I sat down, pulling my phone from my bra, and began texting Kaylee.

"We're here...Josh left me to go with some VIP girl ;_;. I need to talk." Kaylee is my oldest friend. I've known her since middle school. She's smart, funny, strong, and she's always been there for me. Now, sitting teary-eyed in this foreign place among unfamiliar people, I needed her more than ever. I stared at the screen hoping by hope that Kay would see my message. That my dearest friend would come to my rescue.

[KechumKay is Typing...]

My eyes lit up when I saw that little pop up at the bottom of my instant messenger. I felt giddy and excited. I should never have doubted her. Kaylee wouldn't ever let me down.

[KechumKay: Oh my god! Are you okay?! Do you need me to pick you up?! How could he do that to you?]

I couldn't help but smile faintly, staring into the screen of my phone. Kaylee had always been so protective of me. I didn't deserve her. "No... I just, I don't want to feel alone while I'm waiting here," I replied, the warmth of her concern reaching me through the screen.

[KechumKay: Why are you waiting?

Me: For Josh.]

I knew she wouldn't like that reply... but what else would I wait for in a place like this?

[KechumKay: Why? He left you alone. What he's doing is tantamount to cheating on you! Why wait for him?

Me: It's not cheating... this is a swingers club. We both knew we'd probably be flirting with other people.]

It wasn't cheating. He wouldn't do that to me. Josh loved me. We were both just here to flirt, and maybe he could get out... something?

[KechumKay: Honey, we both know you didn't even want to go to that club. Josh made you go. He made you do this. You are a monogamous kind of girl. You're faithful. You always have been. And you're too shy to tell him no.]

Somehow, reading that message hurt. Josh wasn't making me do things I didn't want to. Was he? No, Josh just wanted to guide our relationship in a healthy direction. I, being a first timer when it came to love, had no idea what I was doing. Josh had experience.

[Me: No... it's not like that, Kay. Really... i want to branch out, and maybe something like this can save our relationship.]

Even as I sent the message, Kaylee was already typing back. Did she know what I was going to say? Was I wrong?

[KechumKay: That's Josh talking. It's not how you feel. I know you, Bea. I remember how you used to dream of a prince sweeping you off of your feet. I was with you when we sang along to this love songs about finding a man who will love us and us alone. You've shown me your diary ffs!]

I winced even as I stared rapidly at the screen. Why did she have to bring up my diary? She knew that had been very hard for me to share, that I'd been too shy to talk about it anywhere else since.

[Me: Kay, please... don't.

KechumKay: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up.]

Kay's quick response made me feel better. She knew it was a sensitive topic.

[KechumKay: but my point is that I know you, girl. I know that he's not good to you like he should be. He should treat you so much better.

KechumKay: I could count on one hand the number of times he's treated you right these last few months. Maybe it's time for you to look into someone else, or maybe just be single for a little while?]

I clung to my phone with my fingers, pulling it close to my face as I texted back. I didn't want to believe the words I was reading, I wanted to find some flaw with them, some excuse to pardon my boyfriend.

[Me: Kay, no. This is just a rough patch.

KechumKay: A rough patch where your boyfriend ditches you to see other girls instead of at least talking to you first?

Me: A reeeally rough patch?

KechumKay: You know what? Maybe Jake is right. Maybe you should find someone attractive to talk to while you're over at the bar as well.]

I couldn't help but scoff at that. It took me by surprise, like when someone suddenly changes the subject during a conversation. Who did she think I was? I couldn't just go flirting with strangers... could I?

[Me: What? O-o No!

KechumKay: I'm serious. Maybe then you'll see what's going on. Go and spend some time with a nice guy at the bar. See how much better he treats you than Josh.

Me: I couldn't. I don't even know how I would talk to someone new like that. >////<

KechumKay: Just go up and ask some good looking guy to buy you a drink! You've got this!

Me: Outside of Josh I don't even know what kind of guy I'd be attr-]

My last message was cut off as a pair of perfectly manicured, dark skinned fingers pinched down on my phone and pulled it from my hands. I stammered and looked up, my concentration broken as I tried to follow my phone. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust from the harsh white of my phone to the soft blue lighting in the safe room, but when they adjusted, I found myself looking up at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Standing easily a foot and some inches taller than me, leering down at me like I was the most delicious looking piece of meat she had ever seen with her big hazel eyes. Her lustrous black hair swayed as she tucked my phone between breasts large and luscious enough to make pornstars green with envy. I hadn't seen anything comparable to her in my life. I found myself dumbstruck and staring, unable to draw my eyes away from all of her, or make my mouth move as her curves dominated the processing power of my brain.

Looking down at her hips I was astonished by how wide they were, stretching the mesh sides of her luxurious, tempting dress. Her raw, voluptuous figure filled out the little black dress in ways that could only be called provocative. Even her thighs looked plump and juicy, the musculature of her body lost under the softness of her dark chocolate skin. Everything about this woman was so sexual, so raw.

When she reached out and cupped my chin, drawing my eyes back up to hers, I nearly went limp. Her raw sensuality had my body tingling. When her plump lips moved, I locked onto them.with my eyes. I wanted to hear, see and breathe whatever she said next.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked, her voice deep and sweet as her dark chocolate skin seemed. I could only nod, lost in the beauty of her face. She smiled at me pulling me closer to her by my chin, her bold makeup all the more apparent up close. I stumbled forward on wobbly knees. Was this how Josh had felt with that other girl? "And who do I have wrapped around my fingertips?"

"I- I'm Bea, miss," I replied, barely able to stop myself from giving her my last name too. Before I knew it, her hand was on my hip, roaming over my body. Her touch was firm and confident, practiced and sensual, explorative and bold. I could feel her heat, her soft, radiating warmth against me as she held me helpless in her grasp and touched me in ways Josh never had.

"You're cute, Bea," she said, the compliment bringing a blush to my cheeks. "Come with me to the VIP. I want a little company," she commanded. I couldn't have disobeyed her. I didn't want to. I wanted this woman to smile at me and compliment me again. All I could do was nod.

Running her hand down my neck, she traced lightning down my spine until her fingers firmly gripped my butt. I jumped, looking up at her, and she looked back into my eyes knowingly and began guiding me around her. I wobbled along until she had me in front of her, standing with both of her hands on my hips. I felt hot, desperate heat welling in my body.

"Stop panting, sweetie. You're gonna get what you want, but not until we get to VIP," she chuckled. I stopped hyperventilating, calming myself immediately as she brought my attention to my own actions. What was this woman doing to me? How did she know what I wanted before I did?

I was about to say something when a sharp slap and a rough squeeze on my ass got me moving. "Ah, ah, ah. VIP, then talk," she reminded me. I began to walk, keeping my eyes forward and my mouth shut. As I walked, she guided my hips, making me sway and wiggle for her as she moved me. She kept guiding me until I did it on my own and she could let her hands roam elsewhere. Somewhere in the far back of my mind, I felt like I should protest or ask for my phone back, or anything else. But doing what she wanted felt too good to stop.

She guided me to the VIP with her hands, roaming my body like she owned me. We walked past droves of dancers, some turning and looking enviously at the both of us. Couples made small cat calls that would normally have me telling Josh that we should leave, but I couldn't care while her hands were on my body. Her touch never left my figure and kept me teetering and tittering the entire way.

As we approached the VIP entrance I found myself moving more confidently. It was a gated off doorway with two large bouncers standing in front of it and a neon 'VIP' sign hanging over said door. The muscular men stepped away from the door as soon as they noticed that the woman with me was approaching, one of them leaning in and opening the door to let us through.

The VIP area was very different from the main club, with soft lighting, and thrumming trance music playing. The air was heavy with sweet, relaxing incense that reminded me of spicy fruit treats. The main area of the VIP was simply a raised stage that looked out into the club. But the woman behind me led me deeper and through an open door.