This story contains sex between characters older than 18 years. May also contain sudden, explosive violence. Don't read any more if you disapprove of that sort of thing.

FSolo, FF, F-group, consensual snuff, bombs, explosives, alcohol use… I think that covers it.

Part I: Primed.

Soraya paused at the door to the run down looking nightclub. From the outside it appeared to be abandoned; in fact, the whole district did. But she remembered the letter that came with the vest, word for word, and knew she had the right address.

The vest. While it gave her a thrill to be wearing it (though its appearance gave no immediate clue to its function) she disapproved of how it ruined the line of her suit. She checked herself in a compact mirror; her make-up was tidy, complementing her olive skin. Her long black hair was in a neat ponytail, and her favourite suit looked the height of professionalism. She looked at her smartphone with a dash of regret before casting her constant companion and organiser into a nearby trash can, as per the instructions in the letter.

She opened the door with no further hesitation, shutting it behind her. She strode down the hallway, her high heels making gunshots on the hardwood floor. The next door was thick and solid, with an electronic keypad that looked out of place. She punched in the six digit code she had memorized and let herself in to the Club.

Inside, everything was different. It had the feel of a themed nightclub, like someone had decided that an upper class smoking lounge might be a good place for a rave. There were large lounge seats and sofas along the edges while the centre of the room was reserved for dancing. To the right, what looked to be as classy a stripper pole as you could get, gleaming brass upright on a mahogany stage surrounded by plush seats. There were even bookshelves lining the walls, with laser lights perched between thick volumes. There was a large digital clock showing all zeroes on the wall above the bar. The bar was long, with many large stools along it, but only two were taken.

Soraya made her way over, sizing up the two girls who were nervously watching her, and the bartender who watched her coolly as she polished a glass. She sat next to the petite Indian girl and held out her hand.

'Soraya. Pleasure to meet you.'

'Oh! I'm sorry!' the girl put her glass down and weakly shook Soraya's hand. 'I'm… um… I'm Priya.'

Soraya gave a curt smile, and Priya blushed under her gaze. She was wearing a cocktail dress, and looked as though her hair and make-up had been done professionally. She was quite short and thin, and the tightness of the dress had the shape of one of the vests underneath, same as Soraya. The thought of this petite, almost mousey girl being strapped with one of the vests… Soraya held the thought and turned her attention to the other girl.

'I'm R-Rebecca.' To her benefit, she held out her hand first, though the handshake still didn't match Soraya's grip. She was dressed as though she had come from university; argyle skirt and plaided tights, thick black square rimmed glasses that may have been more for show than function, and her hair was in plaits that Soraya found somewhat juvenile. She was wearing a wool cardigan, despite the warmth of the club, so Soraya could only assume she, too, was wearing a vest.

The bartender, whom Soraya inferred was a Goth by her black hair, pale skin and eyebrow ring, was silently waiting for an order. Soraya looked up at the scotch selection, noting that the shelves were behind thick sliding glass. She checked the woman's name tag: Melanie. Ordering what she knew was the most expensive on offer, she turned her attention back to the Priya. She was about to remark on her dress, when the door behind them opened.

'Hi everyone!' Another young girl in her twenties, and sounded like an American, like Rebecca. Soraya tried not to roll her eyes as the newcomer practically skipped over. She was dressed far more provocatively, with tight denim cut-offs and a skimpy halter top that did nothing to conceal the vest. At least it doesn't look obviously explosive, Soraya thought. The sight of the vest on the fit young girl made her heart leap, though she didn't show it.

'My name is Kai and holy, fuck, Rebecca! Oh my god!' Kai ran over and hugged Rebecca, who looked terrified. 'I had no idea you were into this shit! How crazy is this!' She hugged her again. 'I need a fucking drink!' Grabbing a list from the bar, she ordered a cocktail. As Melanie started putting it together, Kai started talking at a fast pace to the rest of them. Soraya had almost written her off as a ditzy blonde until it became apparent that she and Rebecca went to MIT together, and shared a computer science class. Still, it looked like Kai had the door code written on the back of her hand…

Melanie finished making the drink and Kai thanked her, eyes lingering on her as she turned away. Rebecca turned back to her untouched glass of wine, her defences going back up as Kai started talking at Priya, gushing about her dress, which only seemed to further Priya's embarrassment.

The door opened again, as two more women came in. Soraya felt a bit of relief as she saw they were closer in age to her. She was worried she'd be spending the night talking to the bartender.

'Hi there, everyone! I am Elisabeth, and this is June!' Elisabeth had a big smile and a charming Norwegian accent that made even Soraya forgive the warm hugs she bestowed on everyone there (even going behind the bar to hug Melanie). She was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals that she kicked off immediately. She had very long brown hair that looked tousled, like she'd just woken up, but her cheerfulness shouted 'morning person'.

June settled for just waving. She was very tall, and slender, with dark brown skin and vivid green eyes. She wore a thin, almost see through shirt over her vest, and had very tight vinyl pants that only accentuated her long legs. Soraya noticed both Priya and Kai seemed to be entranced by those legs… and that Kai's attention on June had made Rebecca withdraw again.

Melanie fixed everyone up with a drink and Elisabeth started complementing Priya's dress, making the poor girl blush again. Kai had started talking at Rebecca again, lifting her cardigan to make sure her friend had a vest too, which she did. June had moved to Soraya's side of the bar and seemed about to broach the subject of the vest they were both wearing when the door opened again.

A curvy, red haired woman, strode into the club, beaming at them all. Like Soraya, she looked to have gone for smart-casual on this occasion that lacked a dress code. However, she had chosen to accessorize a bit more, with a fedora and a large black bag. She hoisted the back onto the bar, dropped her hat onto it, and stood with her hands on her hips. 'Hi there, folks, I'm Felicia! Everyone ready to have a blast?' Elisabeth wasted no time introducing herself, then everyone else, remembering everyone's name perfectly. By the time this was done, June had put the fedora on, giving Felicia a coquettish wave.

'Is it okay if I wear this?'

'Of course, though there are terms of hat rental, my dear…'

The door opened again.

'… Which we will discuss in detail soon. I believe our host is here.'

A tall, dark haired man walked in. He was dressed in a lab coat which appeared to be over a tuxedo, and was holding a clipboard and what looked suspiciously like a vibrator. He also wore goggles.
'Good evening, folks! I'm glad to see everyone found the place okay. Melanie, I need a drink. Something fruity and refreshing. For those of you who haven't met me, I'm the organiser and facilitator of tonight's program, Unsure.'

He paused, as though awkwardly waiting applause. Elisabeth clapped enthusiastically.

'Now, first things first.' He took the drink from Melanie, and drained about half of it. 'Is everyone wearing their bomb?'

The assembled women nodded assent. Priya started blushing again. Felicia popped a few buttons on her blouse to show off her vest, and Rebecca lifted her cardigan. Soraya waited until Unsure was looking at her expectantly before slowly lifting her top enough to show off her vest, and also her flat, gym-worked belly. She noted an approving glance from June, and straightened her suit back out.

'A few things you need to know about the bomb. It's not armed. Yet. In an hour, it will be. From that point on, tampering with the bomb will probably set it off. Taking it off before the hour is up is fine, but considering how much effort you all went to get to this point, well, your loss.'

He downed the other half of the drink. Melanie had already made another.

'As I said, the bomb arms in an hour. Each bomb is randomly designated a time. It could be anything between one second and five hours. At this point, the bomb will explode, killing the wearer and anyone that they happen to be holding on to tightly. Not that I'm telling you how to spend your last few hours, but hey, have fun, right? Now, the catch is, each vest has a visible timer on it. The timer is on the back though, so while everyone can take a good look at how long you have left, I dare say, even with a mirror you'll have trouble reading your own. Besides, the excitement is in the mystery!'

Putting his drink down, Unsure brandished the vibrator-like object. 'I just need to check for bugs and cell phones.' He ran the device over each woman, even the bartender, and appeared satisfied.

'Now, we don't want anyone left holding the cheque, so whoever's vests are the last two left are going to go off at whichever time comes first. Now, I need to get going, appointments to keep. Your pre-arming hour starts now.' He pulled a remote control from his pocket and pushed an almost comical big red button. Soraya's heart skipped a beat as her vest beeped.

She was strapped with explosives.

Tonight, her dark fantasy was going to come true.

She was going to explode.

The massive digital clock above the bar started counting down an hour. By the time they looked back, Unsure had left.

Part II: Armed.

'This is crazy, right? I'm so excited!' Elisabeth had rolled up her t-shirt and was inspecting the explosive vest strapped tightly around her skinny waist. June and Felicia had taken Felicia's black bag to the far end of the bar and were rummaging through it. Soraya conceded the loss of attention from the tall black woman with the very attractive legs and had turned her attention to the younger girls, deciding to appear commanding and respectable while at the same time attractive.

'This is gonna be so amazing!' Kai sipped her cocktail, almost dancing where she stood, she had so much energy. 'Just thinking about this vest, fuck, it gets me wet.' Elisabeth laughed and Priya turned red, looking away.

'I know, right!' Elisabeth agreed. 'Just so much building up, it is too much, yeah?

The conversation briefly steered towards work and life but always came back around to sex. Elisabeth and Kai swapped stories, and even Soraya told a tale of a young woman back in Iran that she had seduced. As the hour ticked down, Mel joined them from the bar. June and Felicia were getting closer, and the rest of the women watched as they kissed, first lightly, smiling and giggling, then deeper. June seemed to melt in Felicia's arms, her crotch pressing up against the older woman's thigh. Elisabeth gave them a cheer and a clap.

Slowly, they all got quieter and attention went to the big digital clock as it approached the first hour. The last minutes approached, then the last seconds. Elisabeth started to count down.

'Five! Four! Three! Two! One!'

Their vests all gave another beep. The air was still and silent as they all looked around. Would something happen right away? What now? What was the protocol in this situation?

Felicia broke the ice. 'Well, I suppose we could check our timers, see if it worked. June, take off your shirt.'

June grinned, her emerald eyes lighting up, and she slowly, seductively slid her top off. 'Do you want me to take off my bra, Felicia?' she asked.

'Just for good measure, yeah. You can leave the hat on, though.'

June unhooked her bra and stood topless, appearing to enjoy the gaze of the other women. She turned around, giving Felicia a view of both her ass and the timer on her back.

'Forty eight minutes. Oh, shit-' Felicia realised that maybe June didn't want to know. But June turned and shrugged, a motion that accentuated her collarbone and shoulders.

'It's cool. So, what do you want me to do to you for forty eight minutes?'

Felicia grinned and unbuttoned her blouse. 'You can start by checking my timer.'

June looked at it. 'Huh. Interesting.'

'What? How long have I got?'

'Not telling.'

'Tell me!'

June held Felicia's shoulders. 'I'll do anything you order me to. Anything at all. But I'm not telling you. Come on, we have at most forty eight minutes. Maybe less, you don't know. Let’s have some fun.'

Elisabeth got up from her bar stool. 'I want to see people's timers, yeah? Is that okay?' Soraya feigned indifference and lifted her top, but almost felt overwhelmed by excitement. I have a timer, she thought. I have a time. That I'm going to explode. And there's nothing I can do about it…

Elisabeth made an approving sound, and turned to Priya. 'Can I see yours?'

'Um… is it cool if… no one does? It's just… I was thinking maybe… it could be a surprise. If that's okay?' Priya looked at her shoes.

'Of course! Oh, you're so sweet!' Elisabeth hugged her, then wandered off to look at Felicia's timer and gloat about knowing.

At the other end of the bar, Kai was sitting on the bar stool next to Rebecca. 'I want you to read mine, Becks. Tell me what it is. I have to plan accordingly.' She winked conspiratorially, and whipped her halter top off, revealing her perky breasts and explosive vest. She laughed at Rebecca's obvious enthralment at her naked upper body and span around on her stool. Rebecca got her focus and checked out Kai's timer.

'Three hours, thirty-nine minutes, twenty seconds.'

Kai groaned. 'That's forever. I want to fucking explode noow.' She snickered. 'Let me see yours.'

Rebecca lifted her cardigan and shirt up a peek. Kai sighed. 'Come on, I need a better view, the top has to come off, Becks.' She grabbed Rebecca's shirt and pulled it upwards, and Rebecca let her strip it off, leaving her in a purple bra. Kai hesitated, and turned Rebecca around.

'Holy shit. Rebecca, you only have, like, thirty seconds!'

'What!?' she almost shrieked.

Kai spun her back around. She looked at Rebecca's eyes and face, and then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep, forceful kiss. Rebecca gave a surprised moan as Kai forced her tongue deep into her mouth.

Kai pulled away. 'You're going to explode, Rebecca!'

Rebecca paused, the idea sinking in, and laughed. 'I'm going to explode, Kai! Oh, fuck…'

Kai went to kiss her again but Rebecca pushed her away. 'You'll explode too. Don't you want to-'

She was cut off by Kai standing and pulling her in tightly. 'I want to blow up with you, Rebecca. I want you. I want to explode with you.' She pulled her friend in and kissed her again. Their bodies tight together, breasts pressed hard against one another, hands and fingers running through hair and over shoulders and arms as they kissed and slid their tongues into each other's mouth and entwined and…

BOOM!

The explosion shook the shelves and startled the other women. They looked at the smoking scorch mark that had once been the two young girls, now victims of their masochistic desire. Priya gasped and squeezed her thighs together as her stomach fluttered, June was stunned, then smiled, and laughed, and Elisabeth gave out a cheer. 'Oh my god! That was awesome, yeah?'