The Assassins Possession

Lanoir Swells tried to keep her footing as she stumbled in and out of the large crowd. The six-inch heels she wore painfully pressing into her sore feet. Pushing against the dancing bodies she walked closer towards the exit. She needed some air. Lanoir regretted ever coming to this night club. She should have been so easily swayed. But Lisa was a smooth talker, being one of the best lawyers in town proved her point.

It was Lisa twenty-sixth birthday and she had insisted that they head over to the "Playroom" Lanoir had tried to tell her that she didn't mix well with the club atmosphere. But Lisa had begged her all day and reminded her that it was her special day and she had the right to be a snotty princess. Lanoir and Lisa had been best friends for ten years now and she didn't want to disappoint so she agreed.

But now she needed to go. Lisa had found herself a cute blonde who's abs could melt a chocolate bar on a winter night. So that left her standing awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor trying to act normal. She had decided to leave when the third hand rubbed against her butt. Finally reaching the metal door she pushed against the door and took a deep breath as she took in the fresh air. Leaning against the side of the building she smoothed down her teal dress. Lanoir had thought that the dress was a little revealing. But she couldn't deny how good she looked. Her waist length honey brown hair was parted down the middle in soft waves. While her eyes were covered with dark browns and golds and her lips were painted in a soft gloss. The dress reached her mid thigh and had a sparkle thin fabric on top of the heavy fabric that was teal.

Reaching down she plucked off the nude heels and set them to the side. The door to the club was open and out stepped a woman who could barely stand. Her hair was braided in neat tight rows. And she wore the shortest red dress. That looked more like a nightshirt than a dress.

" Hey, you! I saw you dancing with my Man. You Hoe's are all the same. Get your own man." she slurred while jumping towards Lanoir. Her training coming to mind she grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back.

"Let me go you stupid Bitch," she screamed in pain as Lanoir tighten her grip. Pushing the lady away.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never danced with your man. You should tell him to keep his hands to himself." she said while grabbing her heels. Slipping them back on she started to make her way home. She didn't have time for such foolishness.

Shuddering from the cold she wrapped her arms around herself and walked the block towards her home in the middle of the night in heels that were cutting into the heel of her feet. To pass the time she started to hum a song. She wondered what she would do tomorrow on her day off. She would surely have a slight hangover. She was never a heavy drinker and after the one glass of alcohol, she had consumed in the bar her head was spinning. If it wasn't so quiet and empty outside Lanoir wouldn't have heard the muffled screams coming from the alley to the right off her.