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A grunt huffed out of Bad Janet’s mouth as Eleanor pushed her into the wall.“What the fuck do you want?” Janet grumbled, her eyes menacingly staring down the blondes. Her head felt dizzy. It was hard for her to even think with these thick magnets cuffed around her hands. Magnets made any Janet ‘drunk’ so it would be easy to assume they would use them to interrogate her.
“Why are you here?” Eleanor sternly asked, her brows furrowing.
“Boss told me to come.” She huffed, her head wobbled as she tried to make a mean face.
“Of course, he would ask you to come here. To mess up our forking stuff! Because he knew we were going to win.” Eleanor yelled, her voice filled with emotion. “What is even your plan?”
“Like I would tell you.” she scoffed with a wonky grin. Eleanor groaned and rubbed her temple, thinking of an idea to get this bad Janet to spill everything. Her eyes opened, and a smile fell upon her face.
“Since you're from The bad place, don’t you hate really good things?” Eleanor said in amusement from her revelation.
“Why the hell would I like someone like Michael. Such a pain in the butt,” Janet snarled, her eyes still staring in Eleanor’s soul. The blonde walked closer to Janet, closer and closer until her lips were almost touching hers. “What the fork are you doing?” Bad Janet intoxicatedly whined, and that turned something in Eleanor, like a switch. The shorter girl stood on her toes and kissed Janet, her hands also grabbing her waist.
“You taste so good,” Eleanor smirked, still catching her breath.
“Well you are such a beach.” the Janet panted heavily, disgust in her eyes.
(Eleanor got her off the fridge, and now she’s stuck to the bed headboard with her hands above her head because the headboard is magnetic)
“How do you like pleasure?” Eleanor whispered in Janet’s ear.
“No, please… not pleasure, it's so gross.” Bad Janet whimpered shakily as she struggled to get out of her handcuffs.
“Well, whenever you want to tell me what ‘the boss’ is up to, then you won’t be pleased anymore.” Eleanor grinned, knowing that Janet would refuse to give up the answers, letting the blonde get to touch her.
“Never.” Janet scowled, her breath quickening, getting ready for the pleasure she had to endure.
“Okay,” Eleanor smirked and started to kiss the brunette's neck, leaving a long trail of saliva across her collarbone. She knew what the Bad Janet wanted, and she oh so wanted to give it to her, but to get the information, she had to hold back. A little tease never hurt, right? The shorter girl bit her neck, and a heavy whine fell from the Bad Janet’s mouth; her body also twitched as the electric pain spread throughout her body. Eleanor smiled at the reaction. She knew Bad Janet liked pain, but she couldn’t give it all to her, so she decided to get back to what she was doing. Eleanor traced her nipples through her black leather jacket. Janet slightly squirmed, but it looked like she was holding back. “Come on, I know you want to tell me.” Eleanor giggled into her skin. The blonde reached for her black leggings and pulled them down; Janet held her breath in response. Blue eyes inspected her body before digging into her meal. The Bad Janet twitched, and her face was flushed, suppressing any moans; Eleanor thought that somehow the Janet… liked it? Eleanor lapped at her while staring into her eyes; she could see that Janet was holding in. Her eyes were squinted, and her face had a flimsy frown. Her breath also quickened, Eleanor could tell. She quickened her licking and rubbed a thumb against her clit; everything felt overwhelming for The Janet. Bad Janet moaned heavily as she came, finally releasing all the moans she had built up with her intoxicated unsteady smile. “ I knew you were holding that in,” Eleanor chuckled.
“Shut the fork up,” Bad Janet whispered breathlessly.