Lilah carefully slipped off her heel, suppressing the wince that threatened to break forth and rubbing carefully at her toes, working to regain feeling. If ever there were shoes designed to keep women from running away, they were high heels. Lilah supposed that was why they were part of the company dress code.
It was late, even for her normal work schedule, and her eyes roved over her pillow consideringly. The next day was Saturday, and though she had to be in again at a godforsaken hour, she didn't feel compelled to sleep yet. Her body itched with the desire to do something, an indulgence she rarely allowed herself.
Lilah Morgan was not a violent woman. She had minions to be muscle for her. Even so, there were times like this when her exhausted body demanded something more, a physical outlet for the frustration and anger and futility she felt at Wolfram and Hart day after day that she tamped down with iron-clad control.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed deeply, pulling her body from its rest on the bed and stumbling over to the dresser to pull the appropriate clothes from the drawers.
It was two am when she finally started walking, the chill night air making her walk briskly. She puffed out short breaths, her eyes darting out to the dark corners and thin alleys. Lilah bounced on her toes a little, a grim smile pulling at her face as she banged on the well-hidden door. The slot opened and dark eyes flicked over her before the slot shut again and the door opened expansively.
She stepped inside, shivering at the quick transition from cold air to overwhelming body heat. A thick bass beat pulsed through the room, and she handed her coat off to unseen hands. Lilah pushed her way through the crowd, unceremoniously shoving aside strung-out babygoths and slithery leather-clad patrons who took in her clear strut and strong eyes and pulled younger, stupider people out of the way.
At the back room, she glared at the guard until he opened the door. She let loose fingers run over his shoulder in disdainful appreciation, and slid inside, moving to the wall to take in the scene.
There was a boxing ring that took up most of the room, and recessed fluorescent lighting that gave the room a grimy edge only enhanced by the dirt and graffiti that covered the walls. There were about a hundred spectators in the room, watching two women beat the shit out of each other in the ring while they cheered them on. One in blue with brown pigtails sticking out of her ridiculous mask, one with mottled black and blonde hair taking fierce jabs with tape wrapped around her wrists.
Lilah watched appreciatively for a few minutes before making her way to the small bar in a back corner, where a whiskey sour appeared by her hand before she'd even drawn breath to speak. A pleased smile curved on her face, and the bartender just raised an eyebrow and used one of his four hands to place a napkin with a number written on it in red ink next to her glass.
Five. She could live with that. She nodded towards the ring, and one of the bartender's hands signaled that they were on round three. It meant she had time to wait, so she took her drink and headed to find a better vantage point to watch the fighting.
She watched the little blonde girl take the mask girl down, finally, raising her hands in well-tempered victory as a few of the more avid appreciators of the fighting raised her on their shoulders. Lilah sipped at her glass and felt the beat of the current song reverberate through her bones. Fuck, she needed this sometimes. It was a primal urge, to just wail on someone. Despite popular opinion, she did get these visceral desires more often than she would have her co-workers believe. She just knew how to handle it better.
The blonde girl had come out of the ring and been through the crowd of well-wishers; she sidled up next to Lilah, and tucked herself in closely against Lilah's arm. She just looked on in amusement as the girl sucked down greedily on the water bottle she'd brought over with her, and shivered at the slick slide of sweat against her bare skin.
"Been awhile," the girl finally said, staring out at the throng of people.
Lilah didn't reply, just took another swallow of her drink.
The girl smiled, turning her body towards Lilah and running fingers up her arm. "I was starting to think," she whispered, dipping to lick Lilah's shoulder, "you weren't feeling the itch anymore. Or that maybe you didn't want to," she paused to gently bite at the underside of Lilah's jawline, "give it a scratch."
Lilah shifted a little, barely accommodating the girl's small body. It earned a low chuckle, and nimble fingers dipped down to her lower back. The fourth round was going on, and the audience was cheering and whooping loudly.
Strong fingers pulled her face to look the girl in the eye, and Lilah felt tape brush her cheek. She stared at the girl, who met her unwavering gaze with careful, steel-edged persistence.
"When you finish your round, you know where to find me," the girl said firmly, and Lilah felt herself nodding. Damn, she needed this.
She turned as a hand tapped her shoulder, signaling her turn to go up to the ring, and when she turned back, the girl was gone. She ran the back of her hand along her forehead, pulling away the sweat that had collected there.
When she got into the ring, there was a girl with big tits and a dumb sneer on her face. Lilah smiled; she'd have fun taking this bitch down.
As soon as the bell clanged, she ran up and rained blow after powerful blow on the chick. Even with that strong offense, her opponent got a few good licks in, splitting Lilah's lip and gracing her jaw with a lucky uppercut. She'd swiped her feet below Lilah's, catching Lilah's heel and pulling her down with a crash. Lilah's head was spinning, but she pushed herself from the floor and with a running dive took her opponent out by the waist. The fall knocked the girl's head back against the floor, and she didn't have time to recover before the ref was slapping the floor three times, heralding the first out was over.
Lilah stumbled back to her corner, accepting the water someone offered her and bowing her head as more water splashed against the back of her neck and over her chest. She was breathing hard, and she wiped her hand across her mouth before stretching once and then running back out onto the floor.
The girl looked at her with big cow eyes, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Lilah couldn't help but smile evilly; there were times when this just felt too damn good to not enjoy it to the fullest.
The bell rang, and Lilah instantly gave a quick jab, smacking the girl in the face and sending her careening back a few feet. Lilah raised her fists to protect her face, and crouched in a defensive stance, waiting for the girl to try and hit her. She made a few weak side strikes, and Lilah restrained herself from rolling her eyes. She got into the girl's space, feeling her punches connect more solidly with skin but still relatively amateur.
Fine. She'd just use this girl as a punching bag, if that's all this round was going to amount to.
Jab, jab, uppercut; blow to the solar plexus, uppercut again from the left this time, and a slightly downward punch as her opponent began to list to the side. Three more punches in quick succession, and one really strong center punch and the girl was down.
Lilah stood over her, poking her with her shoe and muttering for her to get up and fight instead of rolling over and taking it like the pussy she was. She sighed when she realized that her damn round was over and half-heartedly met the screaming cheers of the audience with a hand raised over her head. Woo.
She doused herself in water, shaking her hair loose from its hold and spraying water everywhere in the process. She was still shuddery from the physical exertion, but that tension she'd been trying to work out was still there. She needed something else.
Conveniently, the girl whose name she'd never bothered to learn chose that moment to come within grabbing distance of her.
Lilah roughly pulled her flush against her own body, dipping low to thrust her tongue deeply and lewdly in the girl's mouth, moaning with satisfaction as her arms automatically came to twine around Lilah's neck and waist, walking her out of the fighting room and into the other parts of the building. They half-raced past the mudwrestling rooms, Lilah barely able to sneer as they pushed through the dance floor into the showers.
The lights were half-lit, some flickering against the walls making an almost strobe against the writing bodies splashing against the spray of water throughout the room. People came there for one purpose only, and fuck if Lilah didn't need this right now.
The girl shoved Lilah against the wall with surprising strength, her fingers scrabbling at the ragged edges of Lilah's clothes and ripping them without care to get closer to heated skin. Lilah's hands slipped up her thighs to her ass, grabbing and kneading the bare skin she found there. At some point the girl must have changed, because now she was wearing some piece of cloth masquerading as a skirt and a purposefully showy bra. Lilah approved.
She ran fingers through the girl's long hair--extensions, Lilah thought absently--twisting and pulling so that her mouth was perfectly angled to delve inside with messy licks. She was rewarded with a groan barely heard over the overpowering music that was fed throughout the building, but she felt it against her chest and smiled against the girl's mouth.
She pulled off the girl's thong, roughly slipping fingers into her and watching with satisfaction as the girl writhed on her hand. The girl turned to rest her head against Lilah's collarbone, but Lilah's other hand was still entangled in her hair and she turned them around so the girl was up against the wall, throat bared and legs splayed, fingers desperately scrabbling for purchase against Lilah's shoulders.
Now this, Lilah thought, was what I wanted tonight. The sight was enough to make her shudder, and the girl seemed to realize that and went limp in her arms, her steady eyes locked on Lilah's own.
Well, fuck, Lilah thought weakly, running her thumb over the girl's clit and being rewarded with an impassioned jerk. Lilah's mouth covered her right nipple, and she kept working at the girl's clit and scissoring her fingers within her. The girl's eyes fell closed as orgasm overcame her, and Lilah watched in fascination as she shuddered and shook against it.
When the girl's eyes finally reopened, muzzy and hooded, Lilah pulled her fingers from her and placed a wet palm against the girl's chest, looking on in satisfaction. Her other hand pulled at the girl's head, finally pushing her down to take care of Lilah.
By six in the morning, some asshole had called the cops and most of the people in the building had scattered. Just as Lilah was leaving, the girl caught her by the arm and asked, "See you again?" Lilah didn't answer, and the girl laughed and said, "Of course I will," placing a surprisingly gentle kiss against Lilah's cheek.
Grabbing her jacket and heading outside, Lilah squinted at the bright light of the morning sun and shoved her hands in her pockets after looking at her watch. "Fuck," she muttered, cursing to herself. She had to be at work in an hour. Even so, she felt calm and sated, better able to handle the stupid fucks she worked with than she would have been last night with sleep.
Lilah felt dirty and beautiful, and as she took a deep breath she felt the bruises forming on her body, dark blue circles on her chest and serrated red ones on her neck. It was going to be a good fucking day.
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