Then…
Bane Stratus
LAST NIGHT WAS torture and fucking amazing at the same time. She was perfect. The sounds and the way she moved. She was supple and soft in all the right places. The way her body responded to my touch, spoke to my dick. But, I couldn't take advantage of her. She is special. Over the last few years, I have had plenty of willing pussy, but they knew, one night of soul banging fuckin and that is it. A good story to tell your friend over coffee.
I woke up this morning with a raging hard on, again. Last night, after leaving Jess in her room, I had a severe case of blue balls. After a cold shower, and a forceful hand, I pushed myself to get some sleep. Restless, short sleep.
While cooking breakfast, my door bell rings. Letting out a sigh of contempt I wipe my hands on my jeans, and walk to the door. I stop in my tracks. Shit.
"What are you doing here" I hiss. Not today.
"Oh, Bane, always so cheerful. Can I come in" she asks? Instead of waiting for an answer, she pushes her way through the door. She walks into the living room and gets comfortable on the couch, crossing her legs like the lady she is not!
Cierra, was an old, flame, for lack of a better word. We met in Detroit, she is a dancer at the prestigious club, X Factor. She might be a stripper, but she is well off. We fucked for a couple weeks, but when it was over, she didn't take a hint. Yes, she is fucking sexy as hell, voluptuous body, with big tits. But she wanted more. and for that she had to go. She was always trying to find a way to keep me coming back. Like last time, she showed up with bruises, saying her handler at the club beat her up. She had the bruises to prove someone kick the shit out of her, but I know Tommy. He doesn't lay his hands on the girls. He runs a noble gentleman's club, with consensual extracurricular activities. If you didn’t want the extra money he didn’t mandate it
"What is it now, Cierra"? I say with as much disdain as I can muster.
"Ah, don't be like that. We had fun together, didn't we"?
"We did. But that's over" I state for the fifteenth time. "You need to stop showing up at my house, unannounced", I growl. I start to walk back to the kitchen, knowing she will follow.
"Well see, that is a problem" she sighs, "see I have a job to do, and you are the job". What?
“What the fuck are you talking about, Cierra?”
Cierra and I met at the club, I was trying to get a job as a bouncer, when she found me waiting at the bar. She seemed interesting, and she struck up conversation quickly. Hell, I was lost, I would have talked to Charles Manson if it meant a place to stay and a job.
"I had been following you for days for the Montgomery’s, when you showed up at my job" she shakes her head and sneers. Fuck.
"I don't believe in coincidences, Bane, so I took the opportunity to approach. You were easy to trick, I mean, men in general can't pass up a pair of legs and willing pussy.”
Bitch. That's why she was always around. Always showing up at my house, with an excuse to see me. She was working for the one family I was trying to take down. She was their spy. Their inside man, or should I say woman.
Anger morphs my features. I hate hurting women, but right now the bitch is on my list. She set me up. Marco knew where I was all along. Which means he knows where Jesse is right now. He most likely has noticed she is gone by now, and is probably searching high and low for their possession. Jesse is in danger, and I don’t know how long it will be till they arrive here for her.
She walks up to me and puts her hands on my shoulders. The conniving bitch tried putting on a trusting smile, when I lift her hands off me, and shove her away.
"You played me" I roar, "What was the endgame. What does he want to know"?
"That’s for me to know and you and your little bitch to find out", she says as she inspects her long-polished nails.
I could feel the color draining from my face. This is bad. I compose myself, bringing on the hard façade I have perfected.
"That bitch means nothing to me. Let it go. That family will only lead you to your grave. I learned that a long time ago.”
As soon as the words come out of my mouth, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs echo though the house. She turns towards the sound. Shit. Trying to distract Cierra, I place my hands on her waist and pull her close. I bring my lips to her ear, and whisper menacingly, "Last one, sweetheart”
Jesse comes around the corner and stops in her tracks. She is hurt. I am still the man that left her humiliated all those years ago. But I must protect her. I keep hold of Cierra's waist and send a harsh glare in Jesse directions. Confirming her suspicions. I turn back to the cunt in my arms, and smile, placing my lips to her poisonous dick suckers. This kiss is fast, lasting long enough for Jesse to get the hint. It pains me to see her hurting because of me, again. But I know she saw what I needed her to, to protect her. She turns and runs back to her room.
The look of shock crosses Cierra’s and I smile, “Don’t come back here again, if you do I will kill you.”
"You think you have won, but it's only begun. Her blood is mine" She spews before she turns and exits, leaving me to figure out our next move and what she has against Jesse.