Chapter 18: “Oh, Pretty Woman” Roy Orbison
Bree rushes off back to her room as I exit the shower. I only have a few seconds before she comes back and I briefly debate if I should attempt to escape. She’d just track me down and drag me back, kicking and screaming. “I’m back! The guys are still in church when I passed by. Let’s do this. She dumps a mountain of clothes over my head. “Hurry up and pick an outfit. And I didn’t put anything with a crotch in that pile so don’t even think about trying to play cute coming back in this bathroom with jeans!”
I silently, fearfully do as told. I may have killed a man today. Revenge is beautiful. But my best friend is a freaking psycho when it comes to playing dress up on her little dolly, aka me. I dig through the pile of clothes finding more than a few things with tags suspiciously in my size. I find a black lacy corset and panties, with a crotch, and a tight form-fitting boob showing button up top.
“I have nothing to wear for the bottoms and I’m not walking out there looking like one of the patch whores!” She doesn’t even look at me, just tosses a pair of dark blue jeans that fit every curve of my hips and butt. They are amazing. I secretly hate her for shopping for me better than I can. “Where did you get these?” I ask her as I enter the bathroom.
“Oh good they fit! I made them.” My jaw drops in astonishment at her comment. I knew my friend was talented, just didn’t know to what extent until now.
“Have you ever thought about using your powers for good?” She pulls me further into the bathroom.
“Bitch, I am using my powers for good. You’re a hot mess half the time when it comes to makeup. And I knew I’d never find anything in your size of short, so I made some. It was simple. Now get your booty in this seat so I can do something with your hair and face.” Thirty minutes later I don’t recognize myself. For a girl who rarely ever does her makeup and usually looks like a cross between a biker, hippy and a tomboy, a pinup model is now standing in her place.
“Wow.” is all I can muster. Scared to move, scared to do anything that might ruin her work. My long red hair in loose hanging curls around my face, light eyeshadow with black cat eye eyeliner making my blue eyes pop and bright vibrant red lipstick covers my lips. I pucker in the mirror.
“Don’t do that for too long unless you want to get your face stuck that way.” She jokes.
“I thought gingers couldn’t wear red?” She shrugs.
“Do you think it clashes with your hair?” I look at one side of my profile then the other.
“Nope.” She steps in adding an edible highlighter dust to my collar bones making my tattoos glow under the light.
“Alrighty then. Say thank you and shut your trap!” She smiles. “Oh! Couple more things! Everything is kissable it won't rub off, so go ahead and get dirty with him. And I stole these from your closet the other day when I went to feed your fluffy Devil cat.” She comes back with my platform stilettos with skulls printed on the bottom. I may be a tomboy, but the second I saw those shoes they were mine. I could walk, dance and even run if I had to in those puppies. I slip them on actually able to look my friend in the eye for the first time in my life. “They’re perfect. I’ll go see if they are out of church.” She’s out the door and down the hall before I can say to wait and back again when the word finally comes out of my mouth. “Why what's up?” Her face showing her impatience to kick me out the door.
“I’m not scared of going out there ok. I know what I am going to do. I haven’t spoken to Ky since the bike. Even then we didn’t talk. We fucked and rode in silence. What if he doesn’t even want this and wants to call it off?” She’s still scooting me towards the door when she comes in for a rare total embrace.
“I say get out of your head and go out there and claim your man. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He WILL claim you. He always looks at you like you’re a piece of juicy steak. But no one can put the word out that he's yours till you do. Including Sadist himself. You know this. And if it helps there’s a whole gaggle of patch whores and skanks out there right now with eyes set on your man.” That did it. The age old trick of jealousy raced through my veins like someone shot me up with fire. Bree laughs and shoo’s me out the door locking it from the inside and shutting it so I can’t turn back if I wanted to. She heads to the bar as I enter the room speaking with Tech. Who knows what else she has up her magic sleeves.
“Dead Man's Party” by Oingo Boingo is playing over the clubs speakers. How fitting I think to myself laughing as I continue into the main portion of the club. My confidence is high as I see Ky talking with some of the members by one of the pool tables. I notice he must have taken a shower at some point because he's no longer coated in a layer of red. Movement catches my eye distracting me from the male Adonis that is Ky.
The patch whores including the brunette from a couple months ago are slowly making their way through the group. The slut goes to stand beside Ky rubbing his back as he ignores her. Ky’s back is still turned as I approach them. Pulling a chair from one of the nearest tables. I wonder how to get Ky’s attention best. I look over at Bree once again, as I briefly consider my options. She winks as the club speakers crackle changing from whatever song was playing to one of my favorites Lana Del Rey’s “In My Feelings.” Everyone in the club turns to see what the disruption is. My eye is on Ky as he turns around eyes locked on me as I approach them both.
His eyes turn black instantly as he takes in my appearance. The slut beside him is livid and goes to open her mouth holding on to Ky’s arm like she has a claim on him already. “You fucking cunt! He doesn’t want you! When are you going to take a hint and disappear already! We don’t want you here!” She screams at me over the music. She raises her hand to strike me and I duck the movement. Her hand now off Ky, I stand up to him, normally coming up to his chest, but with these heels on I’m just under his chin. I pull his lips to mine giving him a deep kiss.
Ky ignores her attempts to get his attention and the club members move to stand in front effectively pushing her out to the back of the crowd. I lead Ky to sit in the chair I had pulled out. Leaning him back I walk in front of him a few feet in time to the music and squat rocking back and forth on my heels, slowly standing and dragging my hands up my body over my breasts and out to the sides I slowly turn to face him.
His eyes focused on me and a smile on his face. His tongue behind his teeth. I rock my hips side to side while slowly lowering myself to the floor, and crawling my way up to his lap. I move my way up his body as close as I can without touching him. Placing one of my stilettos between his open legs I lean back again swaying my hips and touch my body undoing the shirt’s buttons. I stand up slowly turning around and remove the shirt completely while slowly sitting back into his lap. I take his hands from his knees as the chorus of the song begins to swell and use his hand in mine to roam over my body cupping my breasts before moving back down to my waist under the lip of my pants. His hardness presses against my ass through our clothes as I sway my hips side to side seated on his lap grinding to the beat of the music before standing up one arm in the air and slowly bending over showing my ass to him, before standing again dropping my jeans to the floor and kicking out of them.
I slowly come back to him wrapping one arm around his neck and lean sideways across his lap. This time his hand travels on its own up my breasts and onto my neck pulling me to his face and kissing me deeply. Heat growing in my belly as the smell and taste of him overwhelms my senses. I pull away long enough to finish the dance and slowly undress myself down to my corset and panties. I move to undo his jeans for the second time today pulling down his zipper he shifts for me lifting himself up so I can pull down his jeans to his knees. His cock is standing at attention, I move in time to the song till I can hover over him in my panties feeling the heat radiating off of him.
“Fuck me. Lex.” He says as he runs his hands up my sides revealing his knife, taking it between my legs and pulling my panties away from my sensitive flesh cutting through them like butter. I silently apologize to Bree for their sacrifice as I lower myself onto his cock and his apy.
“Yes, Sir.” I moan automatically as the piercing hits my sweet spot. He slowly enters my body inch by inch. One of his hands finds its way back to my hip the other back to my neck. He takes control at this point. Holding me in place as he claims my body with his. The crowd around us cheering us on just adding to our high as I hear his breath quicken over the music. I raise my hand from his shoulder to slide it between my breasts making sure he’s watching as I pull my knife from the corset I’d worn holding it in place perfectly. I watch the remaining silver in his eyes nearly disappear completely as I drag it up his chest leaving a crimson line in its wake, only stopping and holding its tip steady on his throat above his jugular. Feeling the same thrill as earlier, when his pulse beat under the knife.
He smiles a sinister knowing smile, his eyes burning into mine as he reaches for his knife, dragging it slowly up my thigh and belly in the same fashion, till it catches the bottom of the corset. Pulling up, he manages to cut the corset off without cutting any skin revealing my breasts to him as he places the knife against the back of my neck holding me in place. Using my blade I press it to his neck using it to roll his head to the side.
Once I have him in place I lean forward and gently kiss down his neck before biting him above his collarbone between his neck and shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Staking my claim on him he moans loudly his hand suddenly in my hair holding me close. Tasting his blood and hearing him moan makes me even hotter. But I need something to push me over the edge. I release him seeing a mix of blood and my saliva drip from the wound.
I briefly wonder if vampires were just mistaken freaks who got off on the same things I did. Ky eyes me and puts his knife in his mouth as he goes to stand picking me up and taking me to a nearby pool table members moving out of the way as he lays me down on it.
“Ass up. Show me that tight little pussy.” I turn over and I’m met with a sharp smack to my ass, the pain turning to a slow burn as the lip of pool table digs into my hip bones. I feel Ky approach from behind me placing himself at my entrance in one thrust he’s completely inside. “Fuck! You feel so fucking good!” he grounds out as he holds onto my hips showing no mercy as he pounds into me holding nothing back. With one hand his fist finds my hair arching my back to him while with the other, he takes both my arms behind my back before taking his turn biting deep into my shoulder blade.
“Fucckkk” I moan as I feel the deep sting. Instincts causing me to pull away from him as his teeth sink deeper and I’m forced to surrender to the pain as a new wave of adrenaline washes over me. I can feel blood begin to drip from the mark down my side and off of my breast.
“Who do you fucking belong to?!” He shouts.
“You Sadist! I’m yours!” I scream and I can fill him swelling more inside of me.
“All fucking MINE!” He shouts and loses control “Come for me Alexis! Come right fucking now!” his permission was all I needed as I lose myself to is brutality. If you could die from an orgasm I would have died happy. Ky’s body covering mine as were both breathing heavily desperate for air.
Our bodies slick with sweat and our pulses taking their time to slow as the sounds of the club fade back into existence we are surrounded by cheering and applause, looks of both envy and awe. We slowly pull apart. Ky kisses me between my shoulder blades and whispers, “All fucking mine,” again, as he stands and rights himself. I stand covering my breasts spent and exhausted.
The members of the club begin approaching us as Ky pulls up his jeans and slides his shirt over my head covering my body from their eyes. Each member swears, their oath to the both of us. Tradition holds strong in the club. The claiming of spouses is the same as a wedding for most people. We may have added our personal flair to it with knives, biting, and blood, but public sex in the club was nothing new. We meet and greet the endless parade of members and wives.