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“Faster, faster…”Denise careens through the night, slicing through the darkness and the traffic. Speed feeds her hunger for thrills and it defies the rattling frame of her nerdy-cute commuter bike. It was built for a leisurely ride through the park or errands to the market. At this moment, however, in Denise’s mind, it’s a sleek and sexy racer. Although it had required a bit more effort to get the thing moving at a steady clip, Denise definitely has “oomph” tonight.As she whips around corners and hurtles down the road she feels a rush like a stiff splash of ice water in her face. She’d holler with unbridled joy if she wasn’t muted by both exhilaration and fright.“What are you trying to prove?”It’s unlike her to find kicks in such aggressive recklessness. Yet, tonight she surrenders to the momentum and embraces the accompanying sense of danger. An insatiable pang swells within her and she has no intention of quelling it.“Come on. You can do better than that.”With her butt raised from the seat, she spins her legs till she feels a sumptuous burn, cranking the pedals at a brisk clip. Taking a curb at a harrowing angle, she propels herself down yet another steep incline.“What do you want?”She’s a woman in full release, the wind stealing the breath from her mouth. The fenders tremble as she approaches full warp. Eyes wide, fingers strapped like vices around the handlebar, she thinks for a moment about applying the brakes… “Are you crazy? You shouldn’t be doing this…” then buries the restrictive thought behind her clenched teeth. A grin of pure exhilaration cracks her lips.It’s breathtaking. It’s frightening. It seeds a tantalizing tremble in her belly. She presses against the seat, squeezing her thighs, feeling the rub of tough, worn leather through her denim shorts, the nose of the seat nuzzling explicitly along her crotch; it’s not an unpleasant feeling, not by a longshot.“Enjoying yourself?”“Oh, yes. My god, yes.”The sensation of bewildering velocity drives the allure. Moving cars barely pass her, she’s going so, so fast. The ones parked along the side of the road are a wind-swept blur.Suddenly, the door of a parked car just meters ahead of her swings open. It doesn’t even give her enough time to wipe the smile off her face, but her eyes widen to the size of quarters filled with a singular realization that this was not going to end well.Impulse, instincts, and pure luck kick in. She hears a scream; she’s not sure if it’s her.Someone yells, “Watch out!”She crushes her brakes and twists the handlebars. There’s a skid and then a screech — which is the sound of her tires and which are those of the car behind her? She doesn’t know. A car horn blares. Her leg kicks out. Her foot scrapes off the ground, then kicks off the door of another car. It feels like the wheels of her bike are sliding out from under her, the rear clipping something, fishtailing.She’s certain she’s lost control. For the breadth of a micro-second, she accepts that fact. An impossible giggle escapes her.Then…Denise is stopped and staring back at the car that nearly ended her thrill ride in abrupt disaster. Her eyes are the size of dollar coins, two black pupils piercing the night air. She’s breathing hard, swearing that her throat is clogged with her trembling heart. Shaking, her whole body is clenched, the bike handles crushed in her grip. A cold sweat envelopes her and a tingly river of ice water flows through her veins.Most telling, though, is the smile on her face that has no right to be there. It’s a defiant, near-manic pronouncement of glee from a person who just went through a tunnel of fire and emerged hot and singed… and yearning for more.She almost slammed into that car… almanbahis hard.“Holyshitholyshitholyshit. Fucking. Incredible.”“Holy fuck!” says the guy whose car door she nearly plastered with her face and body. He’s relieved and flabbergasted at the same time. “Where the hell did you come from? I didn’t see you coming at all! I swear!”A thin veil of dampness swells in that tight, narrow space between her thighs.“Are you alright?” the guy asks.He doesn’t register, nothing around Denise does. She only acknowledges her racing pulse and the butterflies in her gut. She’s probably aged her heart by about fifty years.“Was it worth it?”The wicked grin is embedded on her face. She nods. Yes. Yes, it was.“Give me more.”She wants more of that in a bad, bad way.She turns her bike and heads on her way, unrepentantly seeking that thrill.-0-Denise arrives in front of a large brownstone house, her family home. Evidence of a house party in its infancy is exposed by the sound of heavy beats and clamor of chatter escaping through the windows. There are a couple of guys standing on the stairs lighting up some joints, preparing for a long night.She locks up her bike, grabs her bags from the basket and skips up the stairs. The guys don’t notice her.The door opens even as she reaches for the knob. Patsy, a rusty blonde who fills out a strapless mini as if it were spray-painted onto her stands in her way, hand firmly on her hip and a frown entrenched on her face.“Where the fuck were you?” she demands of Denise with love and scorn. “You were supposed to help set up.”Denise apologizes to her with two bottles of her favorite wine and an excuse. “I had something to take care of after work.”She’s still sporting that sly grin on her lips, like a criminal relishing the excitement of eluding the authorities. Patsy takes the bait. “What? What?”Denise is too anxious to stop and explain. Her mind is still riding that high, chasing that thrill. She even can’t be bothered to remind Patsy that their parents would kill her if they came home from their trip and found the house in a wreck. It was her older step-sister’s idea to hold the party, so she’ll own any ensuing collateral damage. Besides, Denise had moved out her own a year ago.Primal instincts and action will define Denise’s night. It’s no longer just a feeling, it’s a revelation, and no one is going to steal her off this wave of irresponsible nirvana. She barely brushes Patsy off before diving into the fray.First stop is the powder room where she quickly tosses aside her glasses in exchange for contacts. From her tote bag, she pulls out a bundled piece of black fabric stuffed at the bottom. She strips off her frumpy jersey top and drops her jean shorts before peeling off her bra and undies that cling to her skin. She rolls a pair of black stockings up her legs, then she slides and stretches the black dress onto her body. The small piece of fabric melds to her skin, her toned curves and lines ironing it out taut. Half a week’s pay got her this dress, riding around the city on her bike every day earned her this body.“All I can say is… bang!”It feels like she’s wearing a layer of black gauze, the material of the strapless dress is so thin. She wiggles her hips and the tight hem of the skirt hikes up another inch revealing more of the lace fishnet stockings pouring down from her thighs to her toes. A dainty pair of three-inch heels just seems like overkill at this point. She’s a tempting weapon of seduction.After a rough drag of her fingers through her jet black hair and a swash of gloss on her lips, she hits a pose in the mirror. She wears the look of scandal like a second skin.“Good.”For a “quirky, hipster nerd” she’s transformed almanbahis yeni giriş herself into bait like no one’s business.She stares at the mirror, into the eyes of a stranger, a wanton woman. She suddenly feels the twinge of hesitancy, biting her lower lip. “Who are you?”She takes deep breaths –“Three. Two. One.”– and banishes that unwanted feeling to the pit of her stomach. The stranger is now her.“Damn good.”She throws open the door and strides into the party to hunt for her pleasures. The guys she passed on the steps earlier now turn their heads unapologetically with obvious, appreciative leers.“Holy fuck!” Patsy greets her again. “Is that my little sister under that layer of hotness? What did you do with the bookworm? You’re going to look pretty good riding your nerd bike back to your apartment dressed like that.”“Who said anything about going back to my apartment?” Denise replies. Ha! Even her talking was getting into it.Patsy holds it in for a second, glaring at her, then explodes with a burst of sputtering laughter. She didn’t see that coming from Denise at all. She makes it obvious that she doesn’t believe a word of it, but says, “Holy shit! Just what the fuck happened at work today?”Denise shakes her head and asks instead, “Where’s that boy?”“Our dear little brother?”Denise rolls her eyes. Her step-brother is exactly two months “younger” than her. She quips, “Your little brother. My pain in the ass.”“Donal is running fashionably late,” Patsy says. “He’ll be here, though. Donal never misses a good party.”Denise cocks a brow. “No, he never does,” she muses to herself. She, however, has missed far too many. Time to catch up.She snatches the little plastic shot glass Patsy is toting and downs whatever is in it with one gulp. She purses her lips and turns her head aside as she winces, the noxious concoction burning her throat. It’s disgusting.“More!” she shouts and shoves the cup back at her step-sister, laughing.Patsy is keen to oblige and leads her to the kitchen where a makeshift bar has been set up. More shot glasses filled with crude mash-ups of alcohol and other glistening liquids dot the island counter. Denise and Patsy each take hold of a shot, offer a toast and toss it back into their mouths.“Another?” enthuses Patsy, ecstatic her step-sister is finally letting go.Denise has her eyes closed, she can feel herself swaying in her heels. A warm smile melts onto her glossy lips. She shakes her head. “Later,” she says with a grin. With the two stiff shots, she has enough gas in her tank to rev her engine. It’s the music that calls to her now, luring her to the scrum of people dancing in the living room.She quickly succumbs to the heavy beats and cajoling rhythms. As if the music were a key, it unlocks her, frees her body and mind, and she takes full advantage of the release. She sways her hips, rolling her belly, curving her back. She owns the circle of floor she carves out with her tantalizing gyrations which demand attention. The women around her smile and nod, cheering her on. The men lock narrowed gazes upon her and offer bare-faced appreciation of her beguiling presence through hungry grins.Once again this evening, she throws herself to the whims of the moment and is carried away like she has never been before. A guy slides up to her a finger’s length apart and gyrates along with her motions in a ritualistic mating dance. She matches his lusty leer, offering him a provocative grin, and allows him to indulge in a touch of her waist, just above her hips. She taunts him with a curl of her finger, then brazenly pushes his sweaty face away as he leans in for a kiss.Before he can speak, she spins away from him almanbahis giriş and into the space of another alluring nymph whose ample breasts are bursting at the seams of her sleek, auburn dress. The blonde welcomes Denise with a whistling hoot as she backs into her, nuzzling her round butt against her crotch. More space clears around her, more eyes are upon her as she melds against the bombshell with mesmerizing gyrations of her slender body. She closes her eyes, soaking in every sensation: the music, the smell of alcohol and sweat, the touch of a warm body and firm breasts curving against her back.She could feel the eyes set upon her. There’s more than a few of them wondering who she is and those who know won’t dare to believe it. Whatever side they’re on, they all feed into her exuberance. This night, Denise takes hold of all the attention offered her.She continues to dance, every seductive swirl of her hips charging, energizing her. She almost has to slap herself for denying herself this unbelievable pleasure of release all these years. As she moves along the floor she bumps her back against another body and turns. It’s him.“Hey, Donal,” she says grinning and without missing a step.Her step-brother smirks, unimpressed. “Hey, Noodle.”Unfazed, Denise doesn’t go for his bait. She just wags a finger in his face, all the while still grinding and bumping her body to the beats. “Last one to the party, again,” she says.“First in everything else, though,” he replies. Always the cocky bastard, Donal. He crosses his arms and frowns. “So, what are you trying to prove?”The familiar question bounces around in her head, but she doesn’t want to think about it for too long. “Just enjoying myself,” she says. She spikes her brow and adds, “And you’re falling behind, little brother.”Donal shakes his head at the floor. “You’re telling me to try to keep up?” he teases, but she simply turns away from him, grabbing another guy by the arm and pulling him against her body for a seductive dance. She glimpses Donal standing there amongst the dancers, trying to hide the dumbfounded expression seeping into his meticulously sculpted cool demeanor.The intensity of the night quickens by the minute: the frenzy of the guests, the sucking down of drink after drink, the endless rhythms and vibes of techno music. At the center of it all is Denise yelling at herself, “Faster! More!”She’s a blur that no one can keep up with, yet she revels in the feeling that she’s in control of it, in control of this mayhem of delight she is allowing to happen around her. Patsy is done being astonished and impressed by her actions and, like everyone else, joins in, swept away amongst the undertow of Denise’s verve, caught in her momentum.There’s something else in the air that ignites Denise’s senses. The heady feeling of lust and desire. Many eyes are upon her, many thoughts involve her in intimate and illicit ways. She’s a beacon tonight and many are eager to call. She casts a focused eye upon all the guests, men and women, measuring, judging, imagining, fantasizing. She suddenly catches the eye of one particular person.“What do you want?”A pang of hesitation suddenly sinks in her gut. There’s the briefest pause in her step, in her swagger, and she skips a breath.“What do you WANT?”Too many questions. Denise stops dancing and turns away. She pushes herself through the crowd, shuts out the lustful looks and sly whispers in her ear encouraging her to stay, encouraging her to come. She rushes up the stairs and down the hallway. Slipping into her old bedroom she finds two guests making out on the bed.“Get out,” she says.“Hey! We were here… ““Get the fuck out of my room!” she demands.She’s not challenged again, and five seconds later she shuts the door, alone in her room.Leaning back, she shuts her eyes and brushes her palms back against her temple. She breaths deep through her nose, trying to quell the pounding in her heart in vain.

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