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Nat’s not sure when it started.
For months now, she’s been followed around by a young girl, couldn’t be older than late teens/early twenties, everywhere she goes. A small girl hidden in a mess of fluffy blonde hair, with awkward posture and always outfitted in something unfashionable.
(What did she say her name was, Misty? Maybe?)
Always around the corner, sometimes trying to strike up a conversation and sometimes just lurking in the shadows.
She never has anything meaningful to say, just trying to introduce herself or make small talk, each time starting off fresh like she’s trying to pretend the last failed attempt didn’t happen. Nat can’t begin to imagine what she’d want from her.
Maybe she’s heard about the Yellowjackets and is some kind of weird fan.
Maybe she’s barking up the wrong tree and looking for a sugar mommy.
Maybe she’s just a little freak with no further explanation.
It’s the middle of the night, and Nat leaves the long term motel she’s staying at to head down to the corner store. She grips a knife in her pocket; Wiskayok’s pretty tame, she normally shouldn’t need it, but she’s anticipating the chance of seeing Misty pop up somewhere.
No alarm bells going off, she makes it to the store unbothered and buys some snacks and a 6-pack before heading back.
She fumbles with her keycard when she gets back and doesn’t seem to notice a figure ducking behind the vending machine across the lot. A moment after she closes the door behind her, the figure slinks back off into the darkness.
The next morning, Nat finds a handwritten note under her door.
“Walking alone at night is dangerous, if you ever need a buddy, here’s how to reach me!”
It included her name and phone number at the end. Why the fuck would a stalker include her contact information?
Nat’s growing sick of the whole thing, and decides to reach out to the number.
Hey, why the fuck do you keep following me?
Hi!! Who is this?
Don’t play dumb, who else would this be? Why the fuck are you leaving notes at my motel?
Dots pop up as if Misty’s typing, but another reply never comes.
Nat groans, double checks that her door is bolted, and goes to bed.
Surprisingly, a day goes by with no interruptions. Maybe calling her out was enough to scare her off. At least she could feel some peace for now.
Nighttime rolls around and Nat enters the dive bar she frequents and sits down at the bar. The music is loud and is a mismatch of whatever the other patrons are queuing up on the jukebox, and the air is heavy with cigarette smoke.
The bartender smiles at her and nods, passing her a beer and a shot of whiskey without asking. She smiles and throws back the shot. Relaxing into the bar stool and feeling comforted by the sharp burn in her chest. She leans her face onto one of her hands and looks around the room, idly watching a pair play a game of pool.
Her peripheral vision catches a figure sitting down at the seat next to hers, she turns around slightly and--
Of fucking course.
It’s that little poodle-haired fucking freak.
Nat watches her order a drink and debates if it’s worth it to confront her.
She silently gestures to the bartender and knocks back another shot before making her decision.
“You-- Why the hell are you here?”
Misty turns towards her, feigning innocence as she takes a sip, subtly frowning at the taste.
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve been following me.”
Only silence as Misty stares at the floor.
“I know it’s been for months, you’re not that sneaky. You follow me around town, you know where I live. What the fuck do you want from me?”
Misty scrunches up her face like she’s deep in thought and quickly shakes her head.
“Well, I, um—”, she fidgets with her straw, “I guess I just wanted to talk to you!”
“You wanted to talk to me? That’s why you’ve been stalking me for months?”
“Stalking feels like a strong word, I would just say.. admiring!”
“That’s such bullshit.” Natalie scoffs. “Okay I’ll bite, so you’re just admiring me. And I’m here now. What’s your move?”
“Umm.. that’s a good question, I don’t think I planned that far ahead.”
The bartender briefly walks out of earshot.
“Are you even old enough to be here?”
“Well, not quite,” Misty leans in closer, “But I will be soon! And I have a believable ID!”
“So how old are you?”
“19 and 3 quarters.”
“Jesus christ. Okay. Tell me why I shouldn’t have you thrown out right now?”
“Why would you? Wouldn’t it be more fun to talk now that we’re face to face?”
Nat rolls her eyes and finishes off her beer before ordering another. The bartender turns towards Misty and asks if she’d like another cocktail, before she can answer, Nat interjects:
“—Yeah, you can put it on my tab.”
Misty’s eyes sparkle, holding the glass up towards Nat to toast.
“Yeah, yeah. Cheers.”
Misty’s face is flushing already, like she’s not used to drinking, unsurprising for a teenager who looks and acts like she doesn’t have many friends.
“So cut the bullshit-- Why me? What’s your end game here?”
“I don’t think I really have one..” Misty trails off, “You just seem really cool. I don’t see many people that look so.. edgy around here, especially ones that are older.”
“Yeah? How old do you even think I am?”
“Ummmm… 40?” Misty winces like she’s bracing for being wrong.
“Pretty close.” Nat huffs, “43.”
“Ok, so not that different!”
“Are you kidding? I’m more than twice your age.”
“Yeah but.. that doesn’t seem like that much to me.” Misty cocks her head to the side like a puppy.
The multiple shots are catching up to Nat and compounding with her growing headache from this little girl who won’t leave her alone. She stands up from her seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom, why does it matter—” she says while walking away, not noticing, or maybe ignoring, that Misty’s following closely behind.
The unisex bathroom is dim and grungy, illuminated only by red lights and covered in various stickers and graffiti. Nat ducks into a stall, thinking she’s locked the door behind her but the latch doesn’t slide all of the way.
She pulls a bag and her keyring out of her pocket, digging some of the powder out with one of her keys, when the door opens behind her.
“Jesus fucking Christ—” She jumps, almost spilling the powder, “What the fuck are you doing?”
The intrusive presence is Misty, as if it would be anyone else, shoving herself inside and successfully locking the door.
“What are you doing?”
Nat looks completely agitated. What is this girl’s deal? She ignores the question completely and snorts the white substance she’d been holding, before doing another on her other nostril, for symmetry of course.
“That’s some kind of drug, right? Is it cocaine, or something else?” Misty rattles off useless, obvious questions like a child. She’s quickly met with Nat’s hand clamped over her mouth.
It’s a seedy dive bar, of course people are going to do drugs here, but she doesn’t need to be so fucking loud about it.
Wide eyed, she whimpers a bit under Nat’s hand, or at least Nat imagines that she does.
Little freak.
“Okay, fine. Wanna find out?” She releases Misty and scoops out another bump. “Go ahead.”
Misty trembles, “I’ve never done something like this. I don’t even know how..”
“It’s easy. Just give it one good sniff.”
Nat presses her thumb over one of Misty’s nostrils and holds the key up to the other. Misty shuts her eyes nervously and takes a sharp breath, scrunching her face up from the feeling.
“Ugh, is it supposed to burn? It hurts. It tastes so bad. Is this normal?”
“Jesus, so many questions. Yes, you’re fine. It tastes like shit but it’ll go away.”
Misty rubs her nose, noticing that it’s starting to go numb.
“S-so, um, thank you for that. I guess. What now?” Misty stammers.
Nat takes one more bump before tucking the bag away, “You tell me. What did you come here for? Why’d you follow me to my motel, to the bar, into the bathroom?”
“I, um, uh..” Misty’s reduced to a stuttering mess, avoiding eye contact. Before she can respond, she’s met with Nat’s elbow and forearm pinning her back against the wall of the bathroom stall.
Nat keeps her firmly pinned in place and slides her other hand down Misty’s stomach and resting it between her legs.
“This is what you wanted, right?” She spits out aggressively.
She presses the heel of her hand down and watches Misty squirm, trying to catch whatever friction she can with her jeans in the way. Nat has her pressed so hard against the wall that she’s barely suspended off the ground, kicking her feet trying to steady herself.
Misty grips both of her hands on Nat’s arm with a pleading look, her feet sliding to the ground as she’s released. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at Nat with dilated pupils, her body trembling.
Nat decides she doesn’t need a reply. She unbuttons Misty’s jeans and unceremoniously slips a hand into her underwear.
Of course her little stalker is so fucking wet over nothing.
Nat leans in close enough that their foreheads touch, feeling Misty’s frantic breath on her face.
“This is what you were after, isn’t it?” Nat’s raspy voice lingering in Misty’s ears as she slips two fingers inside her. She doesn’t move yet, waiting to draw a response out first.
“Isn’t it?”
Misty whines and nods her head eagerly, grabbing onto Nat’s leather jacket.
“Thought so.”
Nat forcefully starts to shove her fingers in and out of Misty’s cunt, feeling it tense up around her. She was already tight to begin with, doubtful that she gets touched very much.
Nat smirks and curls her fingers in when--
A few loud THUDS at the door.
“Hurry the fuck up in there!!”
Shit. Of course.
Nat rolls her eyes and wipes her fingers on the edge of her shirt.
“C’mon, zip yourself up and get out of here.” She growls quietly before heading out the stall door, shooting the intrusive knocker a nasty look in the process.
Nat closes out her tab, Misty’s drinks included, and makes a silent exit. It doesn’t take long to feel a familiar presence trailing after her, as expected. She follows silently at a distance as Nat pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket.
“I know you’re there, you can catch up if you’re gonna trail me.”
The lighter flickers in front of her face as she hears gravel shuffle quicker and quicker behind her.
“I, um-- is it okay if I come with you?”
“Sure, knock yourself out. Since when do you care if it’s okay anyway?”
Misty frowns at that comment as she matches her pace to Nat’s.
“So where are we going then?”
“I’m going home.”
“Oh! Okay. Well I’m glad to come too.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
After a few minutes of walking in silence, they arrive at Nat’s motel room. She doesn’t bother holding the door open for Misty, who fumbles and slips in quickly behind her. For a moment, Nat wonders why she’s entertaining this girl at all, why she’d waste her time letting a dumb teenager into her room.
She grabs a half-full handle of whiskey off the table and sits at the edge of the bed, shooting Misty an expectant look.
“So—” She pours two shots, holding one out, “What now?”
Misty’s trembling hand takes the shot glass, clinking the two glasses together before taking it. She scowls at the unpleasant taste while feeling the burn spread through her chest. Nat can’t help but laugh as she does a piss poor job hiding her reaction.
“Good girl. It’s not so bad.”
Misty’s eyes widen like she’s been struck by lightning, clearly shaken up by the comment. Nat looks her up and down, just a scrawny, awkward, frizzy-haired girl blushing and squirming in front of her. The look on her face looks as if she realizes she’s in over her head.
Clearly Nat’s gonna need to take the lead here.
Fine.
“Alright. Jeans, off.” Nat stares straight into her.
“O-okay.”
Misty hesitantly complies, looking around for a place to set her pants before dropping them to the floor. Distracted by her own task, Misty doesn’t notice that Nat’s taken hers off as well, only sporting a pair of lacy black panties and her leather boots from the waist down.
“Underwear too.”
Misty awkwardly slides her pink panties off, nothing special and sort of childish looking, wetness trailing with them on their way down.
“Good. Now come here, on your knees.”
Inching closer to the bed, Misty drops to the floor, now eye level with Nat’s knees. Her eyes dart back and forth from Nat’s underwear to her face, trembling with anticipation. Nat gives her a small smirk and presses the toe of her boot firmly between Misty’s legs. Misty whimpers at the pressure and it’s so pathetic.
“Since you’re so fucking wet already, you’re gonna polish my boot.”
“W-what?” Misty can feel her head getting cloudy, but still seems confused by the request.
Nat roughly presses her foot even further against Misty’s cunt, the cold leather making her shudder, and starts to rub it back and forth.
“Go on, get to work.”
“Y-yes ma’am.”
“Can’t you say anything without stuttering?”
She didn’t quite mean to say that part out loud, but it was getting annoying. So much of this was annoying, but also, why wasn’t she stopping?
Misty’s head feels like it’s spinning at a million miles per hour. She’s nervous for sure, wondering if she’s gotten in over her head, and the uppers and alcohol are currently fighting a war in her body. She’s on her knees, no pants and no underwear, on the floor of a seedy motel. On her knees for the woman she’s been daydreaming about for months.
She whimpers at the pressure between her legs, processing the order she’s been given. It’s not really how she expected things to pan out, but she’s eager to anything she’s given.
She bears her weight down on her hands and starts to move her hips back and forth, looking up at Nat for approval. Nat keeps eye contact but doesn’t say anything, just watches her every move expectantly.
Misty picks up her rhythm, finally finding a decent angle to get some much needed friction.
“Is- is this what you want?” Misty pants.
“Yeah, you’re doing alright.”
Feeling her legs trembling and starting to give out, Misty wraps one of her arms around Nat’s leg to steady herself, bringing her even closer to where she really wants to be. Misty makes no attempt at hiding the fact that she’s staring at Nat’s crotch, like a dog with a treat dangling in front of its face.
Whimpering and inching her face closer, she’s swiftly whipped backwards by a fist gripping her hair.
“You look like you want something.. fine.”
Nat nudges Misty off of her leg so that she can stand up, and takes off her underwear before sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
Nat wags a finger to call Misty back over, and she repositions herself on the toe of Nat’s boot as instructed. She feels Nat’s hand brush over her cheek before grabbing a fistful of her hair once more, jerking her forward.
Without a word, Misty’s pulled face first into her cunt, her mind immediately melting from the scent and the feeling mixed with her already intoxicated state. Nat gives her hair another tug, making it clear that she’s getting too distracted.
Misty does her best to take Nat in her mouth while still trying to grind against her boot, her entire body getting overstimulated. She tries to look up for any signs of approval from Nat; nothing, she stays pretty stoic but relaxes her grip and gently pets the back of Misty’s head, so she’ll take that as a win.
Misty’s eyes close as she starts to grind even harder, but she’s distracted by a a strong smell, Nat’s lit a cigarette. Eating out an older woman who smokes a cig as she pulls you by the hair is almost too much to handle. She knows she can’t last much longer, whimpering and moaning as she circles her tongue around Nat’s clit. Nat must be able to tell, she gives Misty one last nudge between her legs that leaves her trembling and seeing stars as she comes.
Misty slides further to the ground as Nat moves her foot away, not releasing her hair yet.
“You might be done, but I’m not.”
Misty’s pulled back in as she obediently laps at Nat’s cunt as best she can, feeling the grip on her hair tighten. She whines as she finally hears Nat let out a groan, panting as she relaxes her body. She sits back on her feet to straighten her posture, and is met with a hand gripping her jaw.
“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”
Misty’s not sure what else there is to be done since she’s pretty sure they both finished, but she does what she’s told.
Before she can pull away or protest, she feels the sharp sting of the cigarette being put out on her tongue. Tears well up in her eyes as Nat twists it to make sure none of it is left burning before releasing her grip on Misty’s face.
Misty frowns at the acrid taste, looking around for somewhere to spit when she’s interrupted:
“Uh-uh, swallow it.”
The awful taste and the burn on her tongue are a lot to handle, but she gets it over with before wiping her mouth and standing back up.
“I-um..”
Misty’s clothes are tossed at her before she can speak.
“It’s time for you to get outta here.”
“Ah- okay, right..” She awkwardly gets dressed, flinching a bit as she puts on her now-cold wet underwear, “Well, um. I had a good time..”
“Heh, yeah. So did I.”
After she’s dressed, Misty pulls her shoes on and heads for the door.
“So, um, would you ever wanna do this again?”
“—Yeah, sure. You know where to find me.”