this one is a genderbent Fight Club fanfiction and it is NSFW

“Skylar” She said, shaking my hand from down on her metal folding chair. Her handshake was limp and slightly sweaty.

Her dyed blonde pixie cut had grown out a bit to reveal dark brown roots, she had mascara smudged around her already dark undereyes. My eyes darted downwards for just a second, noting a red cheetah print dress wrapped tightly around her boyish figure. Draped over her shoulders was a brown leather jacket-- she clearly was wearing last night’s outfit.

Skylar pushed her red tinted aviators up her sloped nose. “What’re you in the market for, sweetheart?” The pet name made my stomach lurch unexpectedly.

“Oh… um…. Artisan Soap… I guess” I stammered-- pointing at her handwritten sign. My other hand grasped at my baggy gray sweatpants nervously.

“Well you’re in luck” She replied, turning her attention to the briefcase by her feet. She didn't have a booth or table like the rest of the vendors at the market so she propped the case up on her bruised legs. Popping the clasps, she revealed some beige-ish bars of what appeared to be soap.

“This one is lavender scented,” She gestured toward one bar with a pointy red fingernail. “This one is bergamot orange,” She looked up at me slyly. “But you look like a patchouli kind of girl” She picked up a seemingly identical bar and held it out to me. I took it and reluctantly put it to my nose. I grimaced as the scent filtered into my nostrils.

“Its… uh…musky?” I offered.

“Good nose” She winked. My stomach lurched again at the gesture. “Wanna know my secret?”

“Oh. Um, I think I’ve actually gotta get going” I checked my watch- 7:55. Yikes. She saw the panic on my face as I realized I was going to be late for work.

She grinned up at me, her aviators had again slid down her nose, revealing piercing blue eyes. “No problem, take my business card in case you change your mind.” She slipped me a little piece of cardstock. I took it and speed-walked as quickly as I could in crocs back to my apartment.

I shuffled through my morning routine like a zombie. The eggs I had picked up from the farmer’s market tasted like nothing, no matter how much Frank’s Red Hot I added. I grumbled my discontent at spending so much on plain old eggs. Serves me right for trying to be productive before work.

I sighed as the warm water of the shower ran down my back, rinsing the weekend’s grease out of my mid length black hair. The blow dryer’s hum echoed in my head. I slipped on a blue dress shirt and black slacks. The morning’s Croc’s were switched out for ballet flats and I swept my hair into a tight bun. The drive was nothing special. The day was nothing special.

I had the day’s first real thought as I approached my apartment complex that evening. It was filled with profanity.

I drove up as close as I could before I was stopped by a firefighter.

“What the hell?” I mumbled to no one in particular.

“Someone left their stove on, whole place went up in smoke.” The mustached man explained, gruffly.

The explanation almost didn't faze me. I felt undead. Turning the car around, I headed towards the Motel 6 across the highway. Something stopped me, God knows what, but suddenly I remembered the business card in my pocket. Skylar.

The bar was a true dive. On a Monday night, only the most hardened of alcoholics were in attendance… and us. Skylar and I stood outside under the scummy neon lights, half a pitcher heavier each.

“Up in smoke, huh?” She chuckled and blew cigarette smoke out the corner of her mouth. I chuckled nervously back.

“Kinda funny, huh. Some idiot leaves their stove on and all of a sudden my life is over.” I tightened my grip on the mug of beer involuntarily.

“Over?” She barked. “Girl, its only over when you say its over!” Her grin stretched ear to ear. I had a hard time not smiling with her.

“I mean, what am I supposed to do now, where am I supposed to go?” I mused.

“Aw c’mon. Don't do that.” Skylar mocked. “Just ask”

“Ask what?” I asked, surprised.

“Put on your big girl pants and ask me to stay at my place.”

“Oh, I didnt mean-- I mean-- would you mind….?” I fumbled with the words.

Skylar looked at me expectantly, as if she was guiding the words out of me.

“....Could I… stay at yours? Just for the night, I don't want to intrude or anything.” My eyes cast downwards.

“Fuck yea” She exclaimed. And before I could even thank her, she threw a punch directly into my diaphragm. The wind left my lungs with a groan and I fell over in pain.

“What… the fuck” I gasped, swallowing air greedily.

From my position on the pavement, Skylar looked beautiful. Her long legs, skinny and bruised, traveled sky high. She was wearing the same outfit as this morning. I caught a glimpse of red lace panties under the short cheetah print dress. I gulped. She crossed her arms triumphantly.

“What was that for?” I demanded, standing up on my shaky legs.

She shrugged. I turned and steadied myself on the exterior wall of the bar. I heard her inhale sharply as if she was about to say something but before she could, I whipped around and landed one squarely on her jaw. Her cigarettes went flying into the alleyway.

“Not bad, princess” She growled and rubbed where I had hit her.

I chuckled nervously. What the fuck was happening here?

“Skylar, I’m sorry, I don't know why I--”

She whipped a scrawny pale leg around in an arc and made contact with my side. I folded like an accordion and found myself on the asphalt again.

“You fucking bitch, what are you doing?” I groaned.

“What I wanna know-- sweetheart,” She cooed down at me, hands on her knees. “Is why you called me.”

I didn't have an answer.

“Why did you make the first conscious decision of your life,” Her voice dropped down to barely a whisper “and why was it me?”

She smelled like cigarettes and beer, and something woody underneath it that I couldn't place.

Without fully understanding why, I swiftly reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down to the ground with me. I delighted in the momentary shock in her blue eyes as she tumbled. She hit the ground hard and I rolled atop her, my hands pinning her down roughly.

“I usually like to get kissed when I’m thrown around like this” she spat, regaining her composure and her ever present shit eating grin.

I tensed at the statement. I was just dominating her, wasn’t i? nothing sexual about it, just pure physical obedience forced out of her. Still, I couldn't help but feel a pang of arousal deep in my abdomen as she said this. Was I enjoying this? Was I relishing being on top of Skylar like this? Before I could even rationalize, my drunk brain acted for me and my lips came crashing down on hers. The kiss was passionate yet rough, desperate and hungry. Her lips grasped at mine, lingering at each pull away like she wanted more. She whispered at me

“atta girl”

that pushed me over the edge. How dare she? How dare she act like she knew me, knew what I wanted? I pushed my face harder against hers like I wanted to hurt her, almost. She seemed to enjoy it, letting out a breathy moan as I did. I didn't relinquish the kiss. I wanted her to want me, wanted her to ache for me as I ached for her.

she didn’t comply.

She grabbed my hips and shifted her meager weight enough to turn me on my back. In an instant she was on top of me instead. She grinned down at me, gloating. She knew I wanted it, she knew something about me that I hadn't yet come to terms with myself.

“aw what’s wrong, buttercup?” she asked with fake pity. “never fucked a girl before?” her mock frown pissed me the fuck off. I shoved my knee firmly up in between her legs. She breathed out sharply at the contact but soon relaxed into the pressure, grinding down onto it even. I was disgusted. How could she let herself succumb to such base instincts? How could this girl I had subconsciously begun to worship be so deplorable?

She didn’t stop though. She pressed her sex down onto my bent knee and moaned raggedly. I couldn't tell if I was disgusted or turned on beyond belief. I went with the latter.

Skylar broke rhythm for a moment.

“you really haven’t fucked a girl, have you?” she asked with a sincerity I had yet to hear from her.

I shook my head.

“let me show you” she removed herself from me then. The absence of her weight on me like the freezing cold of the Antarctic settling in on my body. She righted herself and grabbed my hands to guide me to my feet. I stood shakily, like some sort of newborn fawn on its unfamiliar hooves and stood in front of her. Skylar, like a perverted Greek goddess with a horny, drunken smile plastered on her face. And me, like star struck mortal, just blessed to be in her presence

She stood me up all the way then knelt down before me. It seemed strange, her worshiping at my altar now. She yanked my pants down roughly, wantonly, and before I could even really get my bearings, her mouth was on me.

Skylar’s hot breath made my legs tremble a bit and I felt her giggle as she noticed this. She pressed the flat of her tongue hard between the lips and my breath hitched violently, she didn’t stop. Licking thick lines from my entrance forward, the teasing flicks at my clit sent my breath out in little gasps.

I didn’t even realize I had snaked my one hand down to tangle in her bottle blonde pixie cut until the increased pressure against my pussy edged on too much. and Skylar knew I was close, that bitch- she drove a slender finger into me and hooked it hard. Only then did she begin her full assault on my clit, sucking and lapping like she was a dog. She made quick work of me. My knees buckled pathetically as I came and I slid halfway down the alley wall. somehow i managed to keep myself in some semblance of an upright position as I rode out my orgasm, but when I locked eyes with Skylar, gaze wild and face still half hidden by my own crotch, I lost all balance completely. She let me crumple as she pulled away from my pussy. and for the fourth time that night, she stood over me. I was no less starstruck on this go around, though perhaps more exhausted. Skylar pulled the back of her hand over her mouth to wipe it clean of me and for some reason I felt a flash of anger over that. I didn’t have much time to dwell on it before she spoke, her voice husky with lust now.

“Your turn” and she smirked. She knelt down again and positioned herself over my face. I tried to put my hands up, to tell her I had no idea what to do down there, but she paid no mind and pulled her pretty red lace panties to the side. I gulped as she lowered herself to hover right over my mouth. I could feel heat coming off of her, and the smell stirred something deep inside my lower abdomen.

“Just stick your tongue out” she guided, voice softer now— more gentle. “like you’re at the doctor”

I complied unconsciously. She pressed herself down onto my tongue gingerly, as if she were testing me. I tasted her then— a little salty, a little sweet… very very wet. I lost track of my hands again and they found their way to her thighs. Skyler must’ve taken this as a go ahead and she pressed more of her weight down onto me. My tongue slipped between the folds now and I felt a small bud amidst the wetness.

“lick it” she cooed “like an ice cream.”

I did and she jolted back up off of me.

“not that hard dipshit” she scolded “do it gently, like i did”

she was anything but gentle with me I thought. but I again complied, pressing my tongue gently against her sex and giving it a little flick.

she moaned this time, and I lost myself immediately in the sound. I needed to hear more of that sound. I needed to hear that all the time. The twisting knots in my abdomen writhed to the rhythm, my very heart beat to the tempo she set. I licked more, and faster, and gentler and harder. It was clumsy. It was desperate. I felt her rock her hips into me then, pinning my head back against the asphalt. I rocked with her, unrelenting. the taste of her, the smell.. the sound. I was a bitch in heat for Skylar.

“fuck” she hissed “sweetheart, that feels so good”

I took the praise like a fire takes kerosene. I sucked on her clit greedily, but not too hard, just like she liked it. And my eyes eventually flicked upwards towards hers. I wanted to see her face twisted in ecstasy, wanted to see her unravel at my touch like I had unraveled at hers. But when I met her gaze, I found her already looking down at me— with a stupid, shit eating, open mouthed smile. At that moment I realized that I was not in control here. Even with my lips around her clit, she held all the power. and when that realization hit my eyes, Skylar came. I had never had a hand in this game. She slid her cunt against my tongue faster and faster and she made herself cum. I’d had nothing to do with it. But she’d had everything to do with the wetness in my pants.

Skylar twitched out the last waves of her ecstasy on my face and let her lace panties snap back into place.

She stood up off of me then.

“That was fun” she remarked casually as if our tryst were a Tuesday afternoon in the park for her.

She ran her eyes over me. “you should pull your pants back up, someone might see you” she turned away and unceremoniously lit up a cigarette. I scooted my pants back over my ass and stood to clasp the belt. My hands shook.

I stepped towards the halo of cigarette light that surrounded her and she offered me a puff. I took it and for a moment, I too was encircled with light— Skylar’s light. And I felt warm.