Amp It Up (Biadoryssa) - Melyssa

“Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance.

Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question.

“Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

“Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger.

“Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag.

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Bianca breathlessly yet giddily made her way backstage, the curtains swishing behind her in exit. The crowds were still cheering, the noise still going as long as the smile she had on her face. The smile only grew wider when her eyes immediately landed on the tall figure waiting for her there. 

  “Wiiilloooww” Adore yelled happily, wasting no time to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and pepper her face with kisses. “You were soo cool there did you know that?”

  “I don’t see how reading strangers to filth would be considered Pussyface” Bianca snorts, pushing Adore’s face away with a roll of her eyes. Of course it was more out of playful sarcasm rather than anything. How could she ever hate Adore, when just the sight of her still makes her heart race throughout these years. Especially now, when its not usual for them to perform in the same venues. 

  She presses a kiss of her own on the younger’s lips, taking a second to stare fondly into those wide doe eyes she and the world fell in love with. Adore looked gorgeous today, her long silky black hair flowing effortlessly until her hips. She was dressed in her favourite black leather jacket for tongiht’s gig, topping over a flashy set of leopard-printed tanktop and denim shorts, finishing the grungy outfit with a pair of combat boots and make-up. 

  She notices how breathy the younger was, a small sheen of sweat on her warm skin and her smudged lipstick drawing a chuckle out of her. 

  “Been getting frisky backstage Dory?” Bianca eyes her knowingly. Adore responds with a laugh of her own as she wipes the red edges along. 

  “You could call it a good luck charm.” The younger winks. 

  “Where is Puckerface anyway?” Bianca asks, looking around for her second lover which was unusually missing from their embrace. Normally, Alyssa would be there, jumping excitedly as she rambled her praises for her performance a hundred words per minute. 

  “You know she doesn’t like you calling her that right?” Adore snickers, nuzzling her hand. 

  “Yeah but where is that bitch-” “Adore your cue starts in ten minutes!”

  Both girls turn around at the staff’s announcement. The boy says nothing else, scurrying away and leaving the lovers. 

  Adore smiles excitedly at Bianca, her face glowing like a Christmas tree just like every single time she performs on stage. “Well I got to go Willow.”

  “Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance. 

  Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question. 

  “Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

  “Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger. 

  “Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag. 

  Nobody paid attention to her, staff and other performers alike passing her by without a single glance. Yet, Bianca notices, not one of them was her blonde girlfriend. 

  ‘Maybe she’s already in the seats’ Bianca thinks, longing to hurry up to catch a front row to Adore’s performance. 

  She hastens her step, heels clacking against the floor, eyes glancing through the the numbered stars on the doors. 

  7…8…9..10…11

  “Aha!” Bianca mutters in triumph as she grabs the handle of room no. 12. It’s unlocked, swinging inside easily to reveal a mutely lighted room and-

  Bianca’s mouth drops open, eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. 

  On the center of the room was one giant amplifier, a wire connecting it to the corner of the room, probably to some part of the stage. It was odd, the sound system being here instead of the stage, yet that wasn’t has Bianca gaping. Her eyes were focused there, on the girl sitting atop the speaker, legs spread over its sides, squirming against the rope binding her two hands together. Familiar green eyes meet hers, widening in shock under long lashes before Bianca hears what could probably be a sigh of relief through the gag over her mouth. 

  “Alyssa!” Bianca yells, running towards the bounded girl to take off the gag. 

  Alyssa gasps as the fabric comes off, dissolving into a coughing fit as she tries to get air back into her lungs. 

  “Who did this to you?!” Bianca growls angrily as she moves to undo the ropes. “I’m going to kill them-”

  However, Alyssa jerks her hands away, choking out a breathless “Wait!”.

  Bianca’s hand freeze allowing Alyssa to take a couple more seconds and gasps of air as she visibly tries to fix her composure. 

  “Don’t you-” Alyssa reaches for her lover “Don’t you do no killing now, I ain’t wasting my cash bustin your ass out of jail.”

  These words has Bianca doing nothing but deadpan at the Texan woman. “I just walked in on you-”

  “N-now I can explain-” Alyssa hastily cuts her off.

  “-on you acting out a kidnapping scene.” Bianca groans into her hands. She permits herself  couple more seconds before parting her fingers to further glare at Alyssa through them. 

  “And I’m guessing there’s more to the explanation than a bag Adore had sent me to watch over isn’t there Puckerface?” Bianca remarks, voice steady yet laced with a hint of malice that often anyone who knew and didn’t know her into a fit of anxiety. 

  And Alyssa looked nervous alright, biting her lip as her eyes darts between Bianca and the corner of the room. 

  Bianca never stops glaring at her, keeping her hawk eyes focused on her girlfriend who was still in the black and neon dress she wore for her lipsynch gig that night. Its pink tassels sway slightly, moving as Alyssa shifts above the speaker. Strangely enough, Bianca doesn’t miss the split-second shudder that seems to run over her girlfriend, who still makes no move to get off the make-shift chair.

  “I-I made out with Adore.” Alyssa gulps again. 

  “Mhmm” 

  That was obviously nothing new. If platonic people make out with a bit of alcohol in their system, people in a relationship would definitely be making out too. Nevermind that their relationship composed of three personality-clashing women, Adore has done worse things to Alyssa anyway. 

  “Is that all?” So what was her gig. 

  “I-we-uh” Alyssa shifts again, a small yet audible breathe leaving her as she does so. Bianca stares closer, only now noticing Alyssa’s increasingly reddening cheeks and the inconsistent shading of the pink lipstick the Texan queen was always so fussy about. 

  Adore was wearing red lipstick if she remembered. 

  “See we-” Alyssa clenches her eyes shut as she speaks in a single breathe “theresapluginsideme”

  Bianca blinks. “What?”

  “Dear god the woman is making me say it again.” Alyssa groans frustratedly. “I said-”

  “Yeah no I heard you the first time” Bianca quickly cuts her off, thoughts racing a mile a minute as the words slowly begin to repeat in her head. “You’re wearing a-”

  “Yes” Alyssa hisses, body tensing as she adjusts her position. “The kid done actually pulled it out of her clutch and-”

  “And placed it in there”

  “Yes” 

  “And you allowed it”

  “Yes” Alyssa admits, the pitch of her voice raising a little in irritation and humiliation. 

  Bianca is too shocked for anymore words. 

  Suddenly, all her previous annoyance flooded out of her body. Replacing it was the hyper-awareness she had of the way Alyssa’s body tenses or shudders when she shifts, and the slightly glazed look she had in her usually sharp eyes, and-

  And it wasn’t their first time. Oh for god’s sake, Adore was basically a horny teenager. Any kinks and fetiches she brought up, Bianca and Alyssa entertained for her sake. Bianca was already used to just not being surprised by this, but Alyssa, being the latest one to join their relationship and growing up in a bubble, adapted to them slowly. So now, watching her girlfriend tied up and sitting on the amplifier in a room of their venue, Bianca was still having a hard time choosing between being impressed and remaining in shock. 

  Instead, she slowly stands up, feeling Alyssa’s eyes follow her as she does. 

  Bianca places a hand a few feet away from the dancer’s skirt, eyes meeting her in her new nervous-curious state. “May I?”

  It takes a few seconds for Alyssa to get what she meant, but she replies with a sheepish nod of her head nonetheless. 

  Bianca feels her body tense again as she lifts her short skirt. If she didn’t believe her before, she did now. 

  Alyssa had no underwear, the piece of fabric missing, its absence being emphasised by her girlfriend’s pink glistening folds parted with a familiar indigo base plug. Adore’s favourite. 

  Bianca reckons she spends another minute staring wordlessly at Alyssa’s pussy, feeling a familiar warmth pooling in hers. 

  “Well damn-” Bianca chuckles in disbelief “Didn’t think you had it in you Puckerface.”

  “She was really convincing alright?!” Alyssa squirms and whines in embarrassment “And she was given me those wide jesus eyes of hers and-”

  “And you couldn’t say no.” Bianca now gives a small laugh. Everyone falls weak at the sight of Adore’s puppy eyes. “Whore”

  Alyssa’s eyes flashes dangerously as they meet her’s again. “Hey! I aint a- AH~”

  Alyssa isn’t quick enough to stop the moan that escapes her, feeling the toy move as Bianca pushes it deeper. She glares her, glaring harder as Bianca only gives her a cruel smirk of amusement. 

  “Bitch stop that!” Alyssa hisses, only to muffle another squeak as Bianca moves it yet again. 

  “Bianca!”

  Bianca chuckles, always having found so much pleasure teasing her partners. Alyssa releases a shuddering breathe, preparing for any movement of any kind from her sadistic girlfriend, only for both of them to perk up as the hear the announcer from the stage yell into his mic.

  “Alright ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to welcome the ever so gorgeous mermaid of the dancers-”

  “You’re not watching?” Alyssa questions as Bianca stands up and sits behind her.

  Bianca snorts “As if I’m going to leave Adore’s important baggage now.”

  Alyssa chuckles. “She aint gone be happy that we missed her gig”

  “I’ll make it up to her later, she probably deserves it anyway.” 

  “ADORE DELANO!!”

  \V//

  Adore was the kind of performer who cherished her fans. She loved them, always taking five minutes to greet and chat the bar up before her number. During this time, Bianca comfortably situated herself behind Alyssa who was already feeling regretful of allowing her younger lover to leave her like this. 

  She sighs a little, placing her bounded hands in front of her as she tries to get herself comfortable. Well as comfortable as one could get with a toy nestled in your throbbing pussy, legs spread over a sound equipment. 

  “Is she gone be talkin there all night?!” Alyssa sighs exasperatedly. 

  Bianca only chuckles “It’s just one song. You’re only being horny, calm down.”

  A scoff was all Alyssa could give. Sometimes, Bianca was insensitive. Anyone could blame it on her line of work and all, but Adore didn’t even let Alyssa come when she tied and filled her up. She only told her to stay where she was and that she’ll get a reward later. 

  So here Alyssa was, over an amplifier as she tried to stop getting turned on by the piece of silicon inside her. 

  Then, they hear Adore end her speech, a moment of static indicating that she had passed the mic.

  “Finally” Alyssa grumbles as she settles herself down to listen to her girlfriends performance.

  When the first few chords of the song played, both queen could hear the entire venue go wild. It was one of Adore’s popular songs, so it was expected that it would emit such a response. 

  What Alyssa didn’t expect was for the amplifier to sound underneath her, not having been aware that it was even connected. 

  The movement sent vibrations running up her entire body, from her legs spread over it, to her unsuspecting pussy pressed against it. 

  Another chord played and Alyssa cannot stop the way her body from flinching as the vibrations travel the base of the plug all the way to its tips, the toy stimulating her insides as well. 

  “F-fuck-”

  “Fuck”

  Bianca swears behind her, getting off the sound device as its movement sends her into a momentary fit of shock and annoyance. 

  “Piece of shit.” Bianca curses “Should’ve told us it was on, now it’s- hey are you okay?”

  Alyssa could only answer in a gasp of breath as the waves of pleasure continues. By now, the song has picked up a steady rhythm, sending a pattern of vibrations to reverate through her just the way her other toys do. 

  “Oh g-god-” Alyssa whines as she digs her hands on the vibrating surface to steady herself. 

  When Adore had told her to get into this position over a speaker of all things, Alyssa didn’t know that this what she had in mind. That little fucker, she’s gonna get her so bad when they get home.

  A little moan escapes her as a particularly loud chord sends a stronger wave of vibration running through her. Alyssa doesn’t know what to do, except for gasp and and flinch against the movements. This was ridiculous, Alyssa thinks painting a mental image in her head. Had Bianca chose not to come and get her, she would have had to suffer through this alone with the door unlocked. Atleast with her girlfriend here, she feels her familiar arms wrap around her waist. 

  “That kid is stupid” Biana chuckles, warm breathe ghosting over her neck. “But she can be a genuis sometimes.”

  “Hmmpph” Alyssa clenches her eyes tight. Just for a couple of seconds, she is able to focus just enough to figure out what part of the song they were on. They were on the pre-chorus, a few lines Adore is already singing into her mic. And that was all the warning she got before the song descends into an upbeat rhythm. 

  “Ahh~” Alyssa moans as faster stronger vibrations begin to travel through her. Her hips unconsciously begins bouncing over the speaker, not sure if she was trying to get more of the sharp pleasure that shoots through her or not. 

  She clenches around the toy, as it rubs her walls in all the right and wrong ways, having Alyssa’s mind short-circuiting. 

  “Please” She begs for no one in particular as she feels her stomach begin to tighten. Ayssa presses harder against Bianca as her orgasm begins to build up. She doesn’t think she’s ever been drive to the edge this quickly before, but the situation itself was already too much and the vibrations were merciless, driving her insane and driving the toy deeper inside her. 

  With another intense chord, the toy is driven deeper again, hitting right in her g-spot and Alyssa prays that the crowd was loud enough to drown her half-scream as she came. 

  She continues helplessly bouncing on the speaker, riding out her orgasm as the song somes to an end and Alyssa could only whimper as the final waves of vibrations send her trembling in overstimulation. 

  The vibrations stop completely, the music turning off as the audience only cheers loudly from the outside. Alyssa hears nothing but a ringing in her ears and Bianca’s small whispers of praise as she traces comforting circles into her hip, waiting for her to come down from her high. 

  However, Alyssa is still incoherent when the door suddenly opens, freezing both girls in thrie wake as they meet familiar eyes and smirk. 

  “Did you guys enjoy my performance?” A sweaty Adore pants as she enters the room. 

  Immediately, her eyes land on a panting Alyssa, leaning heavily on her other girlfriend with tears peeking out from the corner of her eyes and juices pooled beneath her. 

  “Alyssa enjoyed it alright” Bianca snickers. 

  Adore smirks even wider and rushes to kiss her. Alyssa doesn’t fight it, a soft sound of approval escaping her as the younger’s lips press against hers. 

  Adore pulls away, eyes gleaming with heavy lust as she licks her lips. 

  “Ready for your reward?”