Katy Lark

Katy walked up to the bouncer at the club’s entrance. He was large with a shaved head and SECURITY was printed in white on his black tee-shirt. Katy smiled sweetly as he looked her over. A thick studded leather collar wound around her neck, and she wore a small plaid mini skirt. Her black hair hung down her shoulders straight, and a black corset graced her body. Black high heeled boots cut off at her knees. The bouncer’s eyes trailed down her body and back up. With an eyebrow raised in mock insecurity the man let her past without a word of complaint.
“Thanks sweet cakes.”
She stepped into the party and immediately commanded the attention of a few stray men; she gave them waves of her pinky fingers and smiled seductively. But none of them approached and so she made her way to the bar. The bartender laughed when she asked for four shots of Whiskey. “Do you have friends?” Katy laughed because it was obvious he doubted her ability to down these hard drinks. With a smile still plastered on her face she downed all four and moved to the middle of the dance floor. Turning and spinning Katy bumped the air and became entranced in the loud thumping music.

.taylor.

She sat at the bar with her fingers tapping the wooden top relentlessly. Her movements were agitated and any time a man came near she snarled at them and they wisely backed off. Taylor was the owner and founder of the Night Club, and she wasn't one to be toyed with. Her long black hair was straight down her back, and woven into it was a blood red feather to match the corset she was wearing. Tight black pants hugged her legs and looked like the second skin. Tossing back a drink she glanced over at Katy, who had tossed back four whiskeys. She wanted to laugh at the irony. Not to long ago, Taylor had been just like the other woman but now she was a mother of child that she didn't really want, and hounded by people she hated.

Taylors eyes followed to woman as she danced, and an idea struck her. Smiling, the short woman stood and made her way through the dancing bodys until she reached Katy. She came from behind her, and murmered in the girls ear I have a proposition for you. Yes, Katy was just the girl she needed to get rid of her son. Oh, not that way. She didn't want Logan killed. Merely she couldn't stand looking at the boy for he looked so much like his father. With the whispered words in Katy's ear, she turned and walked away leaving a trail of men staring after her in her wake.

Katy

Katy danced and spun her black hair spinning as she did so. Men watched but she wasn’t going to be brought down by some guy with beer breath attempting to get her home. With a seductive look she smiled at a few of the men but then something was whispered in her ear. A proposition? Oh how exciting! Katy was the constantly on the edge of danger and even if this had nothing to do with danger she liked living for the moment.

Her skirt bounced as she skipped after the women. She liked what she saw. But for now she would keep that to herself. She was after all the only bi person she knew. So silently she caught up with the women, leaning in she whispered back. “Sounds like fun. What I get to do?” Her black hair was now a little bit sweaty and her blue eyes shown with excitement.