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“This place sucks,” Andrew declared and lit another cigarette, “Mat just lied to lied to us because he’s…” he paused and let the cigarette tilted down from his mouth, then got an idea. “Oi, Stella.”
The girl turned to him, a bit confused and surprised the self proclaimed leader of their friend group would pay her any mind.
The buzzed haired put a hand on his hip and tilted his head, “You like zombies, right?” he asked and narrowed his eyes as he took a drag from his cigarette.
The blunette’s eyes lit up, “Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?” she asked, feeling slightly suspicious of the man.
Andrew started stepping closer to the girl, “I heard that at night, zombie gorillas come to life here, but I think they’re only at the graves over there.” he said and pointed to the direction of the big building in the distance.
“You’re a really good liar, Andrew, almost believed you.” Stella said and crossed her arms.
Andrew rolled his eyes, “It was one time! Come on, it’s real! You’re being dramatic.”
Stella’s best friend, Naomi, appeared behind Andrew, “As much as I hate him, he’s right, Stella. My cousin was here last Halloween and saw them with the crazy lady.”
Stella sighed, if Naomi says so… “Well, are you guys going to come with me?” She asked and looked at Naomi with soft eyes.
“And ruin your fun?” Everyone said in unison.
Naomi handed her a camera, “Capture them for me, okay?” she asked and hugged Stella.
“Okay.” Stella replied and broke the hug.
Naomi fixed the former’s hair, “Have fun, I love you.” she said, and turned back to the group alongside Andrew.
Stella started walking towards the infamous studio. She heard all the rumors about the lady that lives there, a witch who can talk to the dead and is a thousand years old or something. Stupid stuff to tell around a campfire.
Distant driving noises echoed in the graveyard, Stella turned around.
The van.
“No no no no!” She started running towards it, “GUYS!” she screamed, “I’m still here! PLEASE, TURN BACK!” she pleaded. Her skirt got caught in a sharp stone, and she fell on her hands and knees, “No…” she said under her breath.
Heavy footsteps appeared behind her, Stella hitched her breath and looked around. “Naomi?” She called out hopefully.
Standing up shot a pain in the blunette’s limbs. No way to go back, no way to call for help, and no way she’ll talk with those assholes again.
The heavy footsteps returned. Stella yanked her skirt from the stone and started running, the footsteps started following her.
Clutching the camera in her arms Stella’s heart raced, “Leave me alone!”
Hard metal hitting something echoed behind her.
“Anna you evil bitch!” A feminine voice made Stella stop in her tracks, “For the hundredth time, stop scaring teenagers who come here!” a Stokie in Essex?
The blunette turned around. A woman with long frizzy dark curls and olive tanned skin, was towering over a blue furred gorilla with a shovel in hand. The women locked eyes.
“Don’t you look like a model…” The brunette said longingly.
The girl felt her face turn red, “Are you..?”
The woman smirked and threw the shovel onto the unconscious gorilla, “The thousand years old witch that lives in the studio? Sorta.” she answered and chuckled. “Wasn’t expecting guests, but I can show you some hospitality.” She walked over to the girl and fixed her hair, “Let’s get you a warm shower and fix your skirt.”
Stella nodded slowly, “Is the gorilla going to be okay?” she asked timidly.
The brunette glanced back and shrugged, “Eh, she’s a zombie, her and the other gorillas were hit by worse things when I was disciplining them.” she paused and perked her lips, “Gorillas… go-ri-llaz… I like the sound of that.” she thought out loud, then, it hit her. “After the shower I need to show you something!”
The blunette nodded and glanced at the gorilla one more time, before following the woman to the building.
Stella sighed as she stepped out of the winnebago’s shower.
She learned the woman’s name was Malika, and that she was actually 32, and a catholic. Nothing like the crazy lady rumors. Well, almost. She was a hoarder, and admitted she doesn’t leave the studio and graveyard much. With the claim that her skinhead gang leader brother is looking for her because she stole his geep.
Malika was sitting on the bed, humming as she stitched the skirt. Beside her were a shirt, sweatpants, and laced panties folded neatly.
The brunette looked up, “Took your time, huh?” she raised an eyebrow, “Don’t worry, I don’t really care, I installed solar panels last year.” She assured and tied the string after she finished with the stitch.
The blunette smiled softly and started fidgeting with her thumbs, “Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”
“I hope mine will fit you, you’re quite on the thinner side.” She commented and patted the pile mentioned, eyeing the girl as she walked over. “But you are tall, maybe it’ll even out.”
As the blunette bent down and grabbed the clothes, the robe she wore revealed her big chest, and a small perky nipple. Malika averted her gaze before it would go south.
Something about that girl, that beautiful girl, just lit something inside Malika. She needed to have that woman beside her like it was sunlight.
The blunette walked back to the bathroom and put the clothes on, then walked back out, “So,” she started, “where am I sleeping?”
Malika shrugged, “I still need to renovate the bedrooms, we could sleep together tonight, this thing is really comfortable. Real Egyptian silk the seller said.” she put the stitching tools box on the shelf and laid back on her bed, “Cost bring me the computer next to you?”
The girl furrowed her brows in confusion, then looked at the lounge area next to her. “Oh.” She mouthed and picked up the computer.
“Thanks love.” Malika said as Stella brought her the laptop, “So, I was fooling around with an omnichord…” she started saying as she opened the computer and looked through her files, “I pressed the rock 1 preset and slowed it down, then I knew that I had the beat of my music career!” she pressed an mp3 file.
As it played, Stella started understanding the woman’s vision. It was definitely edited in the file. Adding a bit of bass to shape things, and autotone to get things pleasant to the ear—but it still felt raw and authentic like a demo should be. “This is amazing.”
Malika closed the computer and put it aside, “And listen, I was taking a walk when I heard you sing quietly,” she said and put a hand on Stella’s cheek, “you sound like an angel.” the woman said longingly.
Stella leaned into the touch, blood rushing to her face. “Are you saying..?”
Malika nodded, “If I really hit a gold mine, you could show those assholes that they left the wrong girl behind.”
The blunette smiled, “Of course, then. Can I call my mom?”
The woman slid her closet’s door open and started moving things around, then handed Stella a flip phone. The girl bowed with her head and opened the phone, then the calls app and dialed her mom’s number.
“Mom?”
“Yes yes I’m fine!”
“My friends left me behind, but a nice girl helped me, I’m staying at hers for the night.”
“Okay, sure thing, bye bye.”
Malika lit up a cigarette between her lips, “I wish my first instinct would be to call my mom, I don’t even know where she is right now, or her phone number.” she spilled and sighed, “How is it like?” she caressed Stella’s cheekbone with her thumb as they gaze at one another.
“Well… she is loving, and caring, and… everything that kids shows represent them like. I’m sorry you don’t have a mom.” Stella said and bit her lower lip.
Malika nodded slowly, “Don’t apologize, I managed without her.” she said softly and tilted her head.
Stella threw herself on the woman, knocking them both on the pillows. Malika yelped and laughed, then caressed the blunette’s back as she started crying on her chest.
“My brother would call me stupid for looking at the moms in cartoons and shows, said that mine was a crazy bitch that I’m better without.”
“Do you think that’s true?”
“Sometimes, late at night, I imagine what she would be like. I don’t think that she was a crazy bitch, the same way that I know that I’m not an old witch.”
Stella giggled.
“Yeah… it’s funny. Generational curse of being hated and cruelly labeled by society.” Malika said and started playing with Stella’s hair, “You’re beautiful, Stella, so so so so so so… beautiful.”
“Thank you, you’re very pretty as well.” She said and lifted her head, then pressed her lips on Malika’s.
The brunette moved her hand to the blunette’s neck, down her collarbones, caressing her chest through the shirt, until she slid her hand under it and cupped a breast.
Stella whimpered.
Malika broke the kiss, “You good? We can stop.”
The girl looked at her with lustfull eyes, “I need you.” she whispered and held the hand through the shirt.
Malika gave the breast a squeeze as she kissed Stella passionately, not closing her eyes to savor the face that was on top of her.
“Malika…”
“Hm?”
“Please…” Stella shook her hips, looking at the older one with hooded eyes.
Malika released the breast from her grip, then gently turned them over with Stella on her back against the mattress. The woman sat back between the blunette’s legs.
Admiring is a weak word to describe how she looked at her. Malika hooked her fingers on the pants’ waistband and pulled them down, Stella lifted her legs to make it easier to remove them, revealing her round ass and smooth thighs.
“Pretty as a picture, ‘Ella.” The woman said and threw the girl’s calves over her shoulders, then bowed her head down to her chest and started landing kisses, going down until she couldn’t bend her back anymore.
Nails caressed the fabric covering the groin, teasing the tent the clit made. Malika looked at the blunette, who was red faced and pursing her lips. She moved the panties aside, revealing the main course of the night, and its moistness. Two fingers stroked down the clit and moved over the folds.
“Mh…” Stella whined.
Malika chuckled and moved back a bit, “Take the shirt off.”
Lanky fingers wrapped around the cloth, lifting it up and over Stella’s head. Malika eyed how her breasts moved as she arched and lifted her back.
“Mesmerizing.” Malika started circling the bud.
The blunette giggled, looking away shyly.
“Hey, look at me sweetheart.” The woman said.
The girl turned her gaze towards Malika, who was leaning down for kiss. A serpent like tongue pressured on Stella’s lips. She whined before opening them and immediately getting deep throated, making her squeal.
Little did she know that it was a distraction. While the blunette was focused on the tongue discovering her mouth, Malika’s finger found its way inside her walls.
The brunette lifted her head, a string of saliva staying as a reminder. “Sorry about that.” She said and started pumping her finger in a slow pace, helping the one below her get used to the feeling, and seeing how much could the girl take. “You not a virgin, are you?” Malika asked with a tilted head.
Stella shook hers. Her chest started heaving from the growing pleasure, “I think you should start putting another one in…” she said softly.
Malika chuckled, who is she to say no to such a pretty thing?
Stella closed her eyes as she felt the pressure on her entrance, then the stretch. Malika’s fingers were thin but long, and the nails at first scratched a bit, but soon it all just felt amazing as the woman started fingering her like it was her life’s purpose.
The girl’s keens and whimpers filled the garage. Growing louder as Malika threw her mouth on her nipple, and kneaded the other boob. “Mali-! Malika! Oh my… oh my goodness…” She said between moans.
Malika smiled against her skin, tongue tending to the hard bud, fingers pumping as the thumb circled the very awake and satisfied clit, and the once free hand kneading the soft breast while occasionally pinching the hard nipple.
Stella put a hand on the frizzy curls, caressing them, trying to show her appreciation aside from screaming it out. As the heat in her stomach grew and grew she knew she would be over the edge soon. “Mal! Please, please… I’m close!” She whined, lifting her hips to meet with the fingers.
The woman hummed into the nipple, making the girl feel like she was ascending.
Malika sighed as she glanced up. Mascara was running down Stella’s cheeks and her hair was everywhere, good thing she installed those solar panels.
Looking back at those blue eyes, she could see the moment the world went white for the blunette, and felt it as she squirted all over.
Malika slowed down her pace as she sat back.
“Sorry…” Stella apologized.
Malika smirked as she pulled her fingers out, “Don’t stress about it.” she got off the bed and lifted the girl into her arms. “You need another shower.” She said as she walked into the bathroom.
Stella was lowered onto the floor tile in the corner and felt her underwear being pulled off. Malika took the shower head and turned it on, then aimed it at Stella’s stomach, letting the gentle stream wash away the bodily fluids.
“You did good, I had fun hearing you scream.” The brunette said and winked, then smiled softly.
“You’re welcome?” Stella said, quite confused.
Malika turned the shower head off and put it aside, “Stay here.” she said and stood up.
The blunette’s eyes didn’t know where to go as the woman stripped herself naked, and her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her up and held her by the shoulders.
Malika put the shower head back in place and adjusted it before turning it back on. “I’ll give you a ride tomorrow morning, after you give me your number.” The woman whispered in the taller one’s ear, getting a soft sigh as an answer.
Silence filled the garage as the women fell asleep, cuddling in each other’s warmth. Not knowing an intruder was coming down in the elevator.
Knocking were laid on the door. Malika was jolted awake. She looked at the woman beside her and sighed seeing she slept peacefully.
She grabbed a gun from under the bed and checked its bullets, then carefully made her way to the door.
Soft light entered the Winnebago, “You better be quiet, I got a girl over.” Malika told Hannibal and stepped out, closing the door behind her.
He rolled his eyes. “Then let’s handle this like adults for once. Is that a gun?” Hannibal tilted his head.
Malika shrugged.
“Give me the keys.” Hannibal demanded and crossed his arms.
“No.” Malika did the same.
“Malika.”
“Hannibal.” She mocked.
The skinhead sighed, “I just want this to be behind us.”
Malika’s eyes softened, “How could we?”
“You know that we can, and that we should!” He put his hands on her shoulders, “I just want my little sister back.” he tried playing with the woman’s heart strings.
“You’re such a…” she narrowed her eyes, “You left me alone! They could’ve hurt me if I didn’t run off!” she shrugged his hands off.
Hannibal paused, realizing he was missing a piece from the puzzle. “What gave you that idea? You’re basically a princess in their eyes.”
Malika took a step back, “Do you seriously believe that?” she said softly.
The skinhead sighed, “Please, Malika, it’s been 15 years.” he pleaded.
The woman looked down at her gun, “Only if you promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
She looked him in the eye, “Stay away from any blue haired girls named Stella, and me.”
Hannibal furrowed his brows, “That’s it?” he huffed, “I drove three hours just for you to give it that easily?”
Malika shrugged as she walked back inside the Winnebago, and a beat later exit with keys in hand. “I don’t want you around me anymore.”
The older of the two looked at the keys in the outreached hand, “No, keep them.” he decided.
“What?” Malika tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, knowing that he was planning something.
“Tell Stella that she shouldn’t be around any bald guys named Hannibal.”
The woman rolled her eyes as he walked back to the elevator, “Dramatic bitch.” she whispered.
“Heard that!” He yelled from the elevator.
Walking inside the Winnebago Malika threw the keys back on the couch then threw herself on the bed. Blue eyes looked back at her.
“You’re a lesbian, right?”