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Agatha Harkness was the owner of Purple Magic nightclub. Every night she would sit in her office overlooking the dance floor like the queen bee, surveying the partygoers lost in the heavy rhythmic beats and lively atmosphere. Every now and then with a flick of her wrist she would add a little something extra to the club experience such as purple and silver confetti, a flurry of lasers or purple pyrotechnics. But her personal favourite was what she called the 'Harkness Haze', a purple mist laced with her own magic designed to heighten senses and lower inhibitions. As it swept through the crowd every touch, taste, sight, sound and smell was amplified and every desire fulfilled. But she saved that trick for special occasions.
When Agatha spotted a particularly pretty girl, or two, in the crowd she had a member of her security team bring them to her VIP lounge for some "extra fun". Not only did they have the honour of her attention but she spoiled them with champagne, sweet words and sinful pleasure. But make no mistake if Agatha chose you it was purely for her enjoyment, not your own. Nonetheless every girl who enters the club hopes they are chosen, but Agatha doesn't pick just anyone.
On this particular night you and your friends decided to visit Purple Magic after hearing so much about it. As soon as you walked in the heat hit you like a tidal wave along with the scent of alcohol, perfume and sweat. Purple and white strobe lights danced over the sea of bodies swaying in time to Depeche Mode's 'Never Let Me Down Again'. Several occupied booths with black leather seats surrounded the dance floor as well as a few podiums with beautiful women dancing provocatively, no doubt vying for Agatha's attention.
Right above the crowd was a large window looking into a lavish office and there she stood, the queen herself Agatha Harkness. Even from this distance you could see just how attractive she was, she exuded power and arrogance but it was incredibly arousing. She was wearing dark high-waisted pants with a black shirt, she had a drink of what looked like whiskey in one hand and her other hand on her hip.
"Wow" was all you could say.
You and your friends took to the dance floor as soon as the familiar beats of Boy Deluxe's 'Push The Pain' started to pump through the speakers. You danced along to the song you loved, giving a loud cheer when the chorus kicked in. Nothing else mattered right now, it was just you, your friends and the music but little did you know that a certain witch was watching your every move from above.
A few songs, and drinks, later another one of your absolute favourite songs started...'Bad Girls' by M.I.A. Your friend Rachel also loved this one and as soon as a podium became free she dragged you up with her. Agatha now had a clear view of you and a sly grin spread across her face, she was going to enjoy this.
As the song continued she studied your every movement and expression. Her eyes lingered on your body, following the sway of your hips and the playful way you danced with your friend. You were having so much fun, no doubt about that, the words "bad girls do it well" almost like a motto to you. With every step and every shimmy, you radiated confidence and sexiness even if you weren't aware of it.
The longer Agatha observed you the more determined she was to have you to herself.
"You're mine tonight" she thought.
Without taking her eyes off you for longer than a second she picked up her phone and sent a quick text to her head of security, relaying instructions to bring you to her.
When you stepped off the podium you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see a tall muscular man in a black suit with a stern expression.
"You've been summoned" he stated.
"What?" you answered in tipsy confusion.
You looked up and Agatha stared down at you, she smirked then curled her finger beckoning you to her.
Rachel gasped next to you, "oh my god! You're Agatha's chosen girl!"
The security guard chuckled, "follow me ma'am".
At first you hesitated but Rachel pushed you forwards, "go! Go!"
You followed the guard through a purple velvet curtain and down a dimly lit corridor, the music became more muffled as you went further in and eventually faded away. You reached a black door marked 'VIP Lounge' in silver lettering, he opened it and you stepped inside.
The theme of this room was similar to the rest of the club but the ambience was much more intimate, even the music had a different vibe with Sylvia Black's version of 'I Put a Spell on You' playing softly in the background. It was dimly lit and the walls were painted a lighter shade of purple. In one corner of the room were two black leather loveseats and a glass coffee table with a bucket of champagne on ice. In the other corner was a small stage area with a silver pole and it didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of performances were given there.
The guard closed the door with a click, leaving you alone in the room. As you took in your surroundings Agatha materialised into view in a plume of purple smoke.
"Well hello darling" she purred, taking a few steps towards you.
"You must be Agatha" you said.
"In the flesh" she confirmed, her eyes flicking up and down your figure "and may I say you look even more gorgeous now I have you to myself".
"So I'm your chosen girl for tonight" you replied with a hint of smugness.
"Yes you are darling. I've had my sights on you ever since you walked into my little club" she started to circle you, "and now you're here...all mine to enjoy as I see fit".
Her possessive words triggered your inner brat, "what makes you think I'll give in so easily?"
She let out a low and slightly evil chuckle, one befitting a witch.
"Oh honey. You've already given in just by being here" she was standing behind you now and suddenly pulled your head backwards, "but just so you know I don't tolerate backtalk".
She bit your earlobe, not enough to cause pain but enough to remind you who was in charge. Your assumptions had been right about her; she was arrogant and powerful but also...dangerous.
Agatha planted small kisses down your exposed neck, her lips like fire on your skin.
"Mmm you smell divine" she drawled as your eyes fluttered closed.
"That's it. Give yourself over to me darling" she husked in your ear, her words going straight to your core.
She let go of your head and came to stand in front of you again. She pushed you back until your thighs hit the back of one of the loveseats. She lifted you up and sat you on the top then stood back, she put a finger to her chin as if pondering something.
"Hmm where to start with you?"
"How about here?" you said, pointing your mouth.
"You read my mind" she grinned and her lips met yours in a sensual kiss.
You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, trapping her in.
"God you taste even better than you smell" she said between kisses.
"So do you" you replied breathlessly as you kissed with more fervour.
Her tongue slipped inside your mouth as her hands went under your top, her thumbs grazing across your ribs.
"Don't you even want to know my name?" you asked.
"I don't need to know it darling, you just need to know mine so you can scream it later".
She swallowed your moan then found an especially sensitive part on your neck and sucked the skin there. Something between a cry and a whimper left you and Agatha laughed wickedly.
"That's for being a brat" she said and stepped away from you, leaving you panting and your entire body throbbing.
"Come and have a drink with me darling" Agatha said nonchalantly, picking up the champagne bottle and examining the label.
You shook yourself out of your daze and hopped off the loveseat, your legs were a bit wobbly and you were still catching your breath. Agatha popped the cork and poured two glasses, noting your shaky hand as you took yours.
"Poor baby, you're trembling" she said almost mockingly, "did I excite you that much?"
"That's an understatement" you told her.
She pushed your hair aside and smirked when she saw the purple lovebite taking shape on your neck, the skin was still tender and you hissed when traced it with her finger. She grinned in victory, a sadistic kick from seeing you wince.
"Such a delicate little thing aren't you?" she said sweetly then her tone turned sinister, "I'm going to enjoy ruining you".
Agatha left a light kiss on the sore spot on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't even realise you'd dropped your half empty glass until Agatha whispered "oops". That was the final straw for you, you needed her to finish what she started. You turned to face her fully and plunged your tongue into your mouth, the arm holding her drink wrapped around your shoulders while her free hand was on the small of your back. Your nails dug into her waist, holding her closely as if to meld your bodies into one. It wasn't like you to act this primal, you were like a woman starved and this witch was a gourmet feast.
"What have you done to me?"
Even your voice sounded needy.
"Oh sweetheart, I haven't done anything" she husked, "that's just your lust and I'm gonna drive absolutely wild with it".
Her words were full of dark promise and right now you'd give her your soul if she asked for it.
The low beats and haunting melodies of Mareux's 'The Perfect Girl' echoed through the room as your lips met again, the lyrics resonating with your view of Agatha. You fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as you kissed in a desperate attempt to feel more of her, but she backed away.
"Ah ah ah" she took a swig of her drink before setting it down on the table, "patience sweetheart. I'm not finished with you yet".
Agatha slid your leather jacket off your shoulders, tossing it onto the opposite loveseat. Her fingertips just barely touched your bare arms, causing the hairs to stand on end and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"So wonderfully sensitive" she whispered, "just imagine what you will feel like later".
You bit your lip to stop yourself from groaning. Agatha reached for the hem of your top, toying with it between her fingers before lifting it over your head.
"Well well..." she appraised, the sight of you in your black lace bra and skinny jeans making her mouth water.
"You are delicious darling" she said as she licked her lips, "I wanna see this body in action".
She looked past you and you followed her gaze to the small stage with the pole. She flashed a wicked grin and you instantly knew what she was asking for, so you pushed her backwards and she landed on the seat with a soft thud. A strange sense of power surged through you as you stood over her, "then sit back and enjoy the show".
Agatha watched you strut over to the stage with confidence and allure, she clicked her fingers changing the music to something sexier: 'Say It' by Madeaux. The deep beats mirrored the pulsing of both your hearts as you manoeuvred around the pole, your body stretching, twisting and bending in ways that were downright sinful. Occasionally you would meet Agatha's wanton gaze through heavy-lidded eyes, the erotic lyrics conveying your raw desires for each other.
Agatha was utterly captivated by you. You weren't like the usual girls she brought here, they were pretty little things that she played with for fun but you...you were different. She felt a need for you, a primal hunger that she hadn't experienced in decades. She was slowly becoming addicted to you and the best part? You were too.
By the time the song changed to 'Body On Mine' by Dauble you could almost taste the tension in the air. Agatha couldn't take it anymore, she had to have you. Now.
"Come here" she commanded.
You approached and stood between her legs, she pulled you in closer by your belt loops and licked your stomach. Her hot tongue felt like it burned against your cool skin and you hissed when she dragged her nails down your back.
"That was quite the performance you gave" she praised, "I think you deserve a reward".
She unbuttoned your jeans and glided them down your legs with a soft hum of approval at the sight of your shapely thighs.
"Lie down for me sweetheart" she instructed and you got comfortable on the loveseat.
You watched as Agatha removed her shirt and pants then crawled up your body to kiss you. She wedged her knee between your legs and you whimpered into her mouth. You raised your leg slightly so your thigh met her core.
"Oh you're playing dirty...I like it" she murmured and you started grinding against each other, your muscles taut as you clung on for dear life.
Agatha left more marks on your neck and chest and you were pretty sure you left some claw marks on her back.
"Oh god you feel so good darling!" she moaned.
"You feel incredible Agatha!" you replied in a strained voice as the pressure and speed increased.
Agatha suddenly swiped a finger through your folds causing your body to jolt. She sucked the tip and hummed at the sweet taste.
"Mmm you taste divine...but I want more".
She made her way down your body, leaving several more bites on your inner thighs then licking the pain away. She yanked your panties off in one swift motion and spread your legs then teased your bud with the tip of her tongue.
"Fuck! Ohhhh!" you cried, your body jerking with every flick.
Agatha chuckled lowly against your core, the vibrations nearly making you come undone there and then.
"Agatha please!"
"Mmm you sound so sexy when you beg" she husked.
"Please! I need more!"
"Well, seems as though you asked soooo nicely..."
Agatha went all in, you felt the length of her tongue lapping at you and occasionally dip inside you.
"YES! YES! Like that!"
It was then that Agatha added her fingers to the mix, you were so dizzy and drunk on her at this point that you thought you ascended to heaven. You didn't want this moment to end but that familiar rush was closing in. Fast.
"Agatha! I'm so close!"
"Oh god yes, come for me baby! Give me everything you've got!" Agatha urged and her words caused the dam to burst.
She felt you coming undone under her touch, your body arching and quivering as your orgasm rippled through you in waves. She worked you through it over and over then slowly withdrew, not wanting to overwhelm you too much. When she sat up her face was flushed and slightly glistening with your release, she looked down at you with a mix of smugness and affection.
"Feel good my darling?" she asked with a satisfied smile.
All you could muster was a nod between staggered breaths.
"Mmm I'm glad. You were so beautifully responsive, just like I knew you would be" she praised then leaned down to give you a loving kiss, "and you tasted absolutely exquisite".
An hour or so later you laid in each other's arms naked and breathless, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking as Depeche Mode's 'Precious' filled the air.
"You know I usually kick the chosen girl out once I've had my fun with her" Agatha said matter-of-factly, "but there's something about you that makes me want to keep you around".
You lifted your head and rested your chin on her chest, "I'm fine with that".
"Good because you're going to be the one I choose every night from now on" she declared.
Her words were sincere and made you smile, "lucky me".
You kissed her then asked, "would you like to know my name now then?"
She laughed, "yes darling".
"It's Y/N".
"Y/N. The chosen girl. I like it".
"The lucky girl" you corrected her.