Chapter 1: Introduction
“What a bunch of fucking squares,” Ava sneered, expertly balancing a lit smoke between her long, scarlet fingernails.
Mia smirked in agreement as they watched the Stepford Wives trot up and down the cul-de-sac, a neighborhood tucked away in the hills of upper-class California. The perfectly-manicured lawns and cookie-cutter houses glistened under the Californian sun.
Like so many neighboring suburbs, this one was an idyllic haven, promising security, tranquility, and the American dream. But nestled amidst the smiles and vacant stares of the inhabitants, two gothic fortresses stood tall, their walls painted in dark red and ominous intricate designs casting an unsettling shadow over the neighborhood.
Inside one of those fortresses, Ava and Mia unpacked their belongings, their red and blue hair making a stark contrast with the pristine white walls.
Tattoos snake-like, adorning their bodies, and they exuded an aura of darkness and mystery that the neighborhood had not seen before.
Mia playfully threw a black corset at Ava, who caught it with her usual confidence. “And here I thought we were going to fit in with the Stepford Wives around here,” she teased, a wicked glint in her eyes.
“We don’t fit in anywhere, Mia. That’s the point.” Ava drew on her cigarette and released a plume of smoke.
Her dark eyes scanned the street with practiced disdain, taking in the women who rushed by with their immaculately-set hair and tight white smiles, the husbands in their golf polos and khaki pants.
The two of them had never belonged. But they thrived on their difference. Mia and Ava had always found ways to make themselves stand out since they first met in high school, sharing black eyeliner and illicit cigarettes behind the gym.
Now, ten years later, they had turned their non-conformity into a way of life, boldly embracing the labels of "goth sluts" and reveling in the shock and horror they provoked wherever they went.
One evening, as they walked home from the local coffee shop, they noticed a man watching them from a house a few doors down. He seemed awkward and out of place, his brown hair slightly disheveled, his clothes a touch too tight.
Derek had always been a bit of a wallflower, a man who found comfort in the shadows while his wife basked in the spotlight. The neighborhood labeled her as a classic femme fatale, always fishing for compliments and flirting shamelessly with any man who crossed her path. But Derek, he was different. Quiet, reserved, and more interested in reading books or tinkering with his car engine than attending neighborhood parties or making small talk at the grocery store.
But there was something about Ava and Mia that intrigued him, despite his better judgment.
He would watch them, his eyes in secret following their every move as they strutted down the street with their bodies covered in tattoos and clothes so dark they seemed to drink in the light.
Days turned into nights, and as Ava and Mia settled into their new home, Derek found himself increasingly drawn to them. He would find reasons to wander outside, feigning interest in the garden or the weather, but only to steal a few stolen glances in their direction.
Slowly but surely, Ava seemed to sense his attention, smiling across the street whenever their eyes met.
She'd often linger near the window, giving him a show with slow, seductive dances or stretches - a playful invitation for Derek to come over. Mia, on the other hand, would lean against the front door, winking at him or running her hands over her body suggestively while Ava watched with a knowing smile.
One evening, Derek couldn't resist the temptation anymore. Under the pretext of borrowing an Allen wrench from Ava and Mia, he decided to visit the gothic fortress.
Derek felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he stepped inside their home, filled with dark, erotic art, eerie candles flickering in red glass votives. A mixed scent of sandalwood and jasmine tickled his nostrils, and he heard the distant rumble of heavy metal music.
His heart thumped in his chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation, as Ava smiled wickedly, beckoning him to the dimly lit living room.
"Well, well, well," she drawled, her red lips curling into a sly smirk. "Look what the cat dragged in. You wanted an Allen wrench? I think we might have something else you'd like a little more."
Her voice was like velvet, a low and seductive hum that made his mouth go dry. His palms suddenly slick with sweat, he tried to stay collected as she approached him, her hips swaying to some hidden rhythm that resonated within the room.
She was wearing a tight, black leather corset that pushed her ample breasts high and exposed her midriff. Her makeup was immaculate, dark kohl eyeliner framing her heavy-lidded eyes, and her vivid red lipstick matched the color of her hair.
"I've had my eyes on you, neighbor," she whispered as she stepped into him, their bodies mere inches apart.
"And I think I'd rather have more than that annoying little tool."
Derek's breath hitched in his throat. He had imagined this moment countless times, had dreamed of touching Ava's soft skin, tasting her sweet lips, and feeling her body pressed against his own. But he had never actually anticipated it would become a reality.
Her hands hovered tantalizingly close to his waist, and he felt his heart racing in his chest. "Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered, no longer able to maintain the act of pretending.
"Ava, what the hell are we doing?" Derek whispered, a tremor in his voice.
"We're going to get fucking hot and heavy," she growled, the velvet tone replaced by something deeper, rawer.
Without waiting for his reply, she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his. Ava's tongue pushed past Derek's shocked mouth, and he groaned into the kiss.
Mia appeared from behind, pressing herself against the trembling man. Her hands drifted down Derek's chest, finding his belt buckle and deftly unfastening it.
Ava broke the kiss, her lips moving to his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. "Do you trust us?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"I-I don't know," Derek stammered, but his trembling hands clutched at Ava's corseted waist, betraying his true feelings.
"Good," she purred, before claiming his lips in another bruising kiss. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth, tangling with his as they explored each other desperately.
Mia's nimble fingers wasted no time in unzipping Derek's pants, pulling them down together with his boxers in one swift motion. Her palm caressed his bare ass, squeezing it lightly, while Ava's hand massaged the growing bulge in Derek's pants.
Mia's other hand snaked down to cup his balls, her nails digging into his skin gently as she traced circles around his tightening testicles.
"Fuck, you feel good," Derek groaned, his body arching towards them involuntarily. "I didn't think this would happen."
"Oh, it's definitely happening," Ava purred, her voice dripping with sensuality. Mia grinned, a pair of wicked gleams in her black-lined eyes.
"That's right," she whispered, her tongue tracing Derek's ear as her partner's hand expertly undid the buttons on his shirt.
The two women guided him downwards to the couch. Derek could not help but gasp as Ava slipped a long, polished nail under the collar of his shirt, ripping it apart effortlessly, exposing his toned chest. Mia's painted nails followed, lightly trailing along Derek's chest, setting off goosebumps in their wake.
She leaned in, her silky black hair brushing against his skin as she whispered into his ear, "You're ours now."
Ava straddled Derek, her breasts spilling over the top of her corset as she smirked down at him. She traced her thumb over his firm lower lip before leaning in to kiss him deeply, devouring his mouth as her hips began to grind against his erection.
The pleading look in Derek's eyes was making the two women grin mischievously, knowing all too well that they had him right where they wanted him.
Ava's lips curved in a wicked smile, making Mia giggle in response as she rolled a condom down Derek's shaft, admiring the size and girth she had uncovered. She slowly stroked him, watching his flushed face react to her touch as his breath caught in his throat.
She leaned down so their lips were almost touching. "I'm going to ride you now, and you're going to love every fucking second of it." Derek could only nod, his eyes wide, pupils dilated in pure desire. Ava reached for Mia's hand and pulled her closer to Derek, guiding it towards the dripping wetness between her legs. Mia took over the task, teasing Ava's entrance while Ava slid down onto Derek's waiting shaft. He gasped as she took him in completely, the feeling of fullness overwhelming his senses.
Mia let out a wicked chuckle, still toying with Ava's mound while watching Derek's face.
"How does he feel, Ava?" she asked, her voice dripping with malicious delight.
"Like he was made for me," Ava whimpered in response, shifting her hips in slow circles. "Fuck, Derek, you feel so good."
Mia removed her fingers from Ava's soaking wetness and brought them to Derek's lips.