This chapter was written by the writer TyranVindicta
Chapter 2
Splooge (Tyran's POV)
Tyran had dressed to impress that morning, her long, pale legs covered by only a thin piece of scrap material that could only be called a skirt by the classiest of street walkers. It was black leather, and bore the tribal markings of a Darley on the material in bright red. Her black ribbed top barely covered her full chest, giving anyone who looked a nice eyeful of her assets and a perfect view of her sculpted stomach. The heels she wore were something to be seen, a black pair of Louboutin's with small studs covering the surface. People often wondered how someone from such humble beginnings could afford a three thousand dollar pair of shoes, but once they got to know Ty a little better, they could see how. The woman was beautiful in every sense of the word, her oval face and high cheeks bones with perfect, full lips made many a man tag along after her like a dog wagging its tail. Her skin was pale, so pale in fact that she probably looked like a ghost, but that only added to her allure when she wore harlot red lipstick and smoky eye makeup on a constant basis. The only things marring her flawless skin were the intricately designed tribal tattoos that covered the entire left side of her body, save her face. They started just below her right ear and went all the way down to cover her right foot, weaving and twirling over her skin. As she unlocked the door of the apartment she shared with her sister, she tossed her Marlboro red over the railing outside their door and headed inside. There on the couch was none other than Billy Darley, smirking at her as he put his Newport out in a candle on her coffee table. Glaring at him, she remembered their last encounter from a few days ago and crossed her arms over her chest, canting her head. "What the fuck are you doing here, Darley?" Billy stood slowly, crossing the room in a graceful motion that seemed impossible for a man like him, and came to stand in front of her with his arms crossed. "Damn, Ty. What the fuck are you wearing? You look like you've been working the streets for me." Chuckling softly, she gave him her signature go fuck yourself smile and spoke in a tone that sounded too sweet. "What do you care, Darley?" Stepping back a bit, he shook his head and tried once again to say what he came for. "Listen, I got another job for you. There is this guy that has been fucking with Bodie's sister. He knows all of us, but if a hot chick like you comes at him, he won't think twice." Narrowing her eyes, Ty nodded her head and sighed deeply. "Alright. Tell me when and where, and I'll need his name." Nodding his head, Billy turned back toward the couch and sat down, propping his booted feet up on her coffee table. Ty shook her head, then made her way back to her bedroom, only to find her little sister sitting on her bed. "That explains how Billy got in." She muttered under her breath, then her sea green eyes focused on her sister's and she spoke softly. "What's up, sis?" Racey shrugged as she held up a dress from Ty's closet. "Just wondering if I could borrow this, and what Billy wants." This time, it was Ty who shrugged and went into her bathroom. "He has a job for me. You can borrow it, if you tell me where you're going." Perking up, Racey stood and walked to lean in the doorframe of Ty's bathroom as she put her hair in a ponytail. "Four Roses. I'm not going tonight. I was just hoping to have this ready for tomorrow." The dress she wanted to borrow didn't seem like Racey's style, but Ty suspected that Racey just wanted to know why Billy was there. Shrugging, Ty walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of short, jersey knit shorts and a sports bra. Peeling herself out of the tight clothing she wore, she quickly changed into the clothes she had pulled out and walked back into the living room, sighing when she saw Billy was still there. She pointedly walked right past him into the kitchen and poured herself a drink, leaning against the counter as she took a long swing from the Jack Daniel's whiskey. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax for the first time all day, and succeeded when she heard the door to Racey's room close, thinking that Billy had gone in there to harass her sister again. With that happy thought in her head, she climbed up onto the countertop, sipping her drink and looking around the kitchen, thinking to herself that she needed to clean. Her thoughts were interrupted by heavy foot falls against their cheap linoleum floors, and she looked up into the icey blue hues of Billy Darley. "Is there a reason you're ignoring me?", he asked with a twinge of annoyance in his tone, and she forced herself to hold her giggle at bay. "Ignoring you? Now why would I do that, Darley?" Taking a step toward her, he put his forehead against hers and growled in a menacing tone. "Don't start that shit with me, Ty. You know what it does to me when you get like this." She managed to wiggle away from him, down the countertop closer to the sink and narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't… Don't do that, Billy. My sister, who you happen to be fucking, is right down the hall. I can't do this. You're pitting sister against sister." Billy blinked once, then smirked at her as he spoke. "Why does this have to be anything? Why can't it just be two people getting what they need out of each other?" Blinking a few times, like she had heard wrong, her eyebrows rose and she spoke in a hushed tone. "Because you just got what you needed out of my sister two days ago for fuck sakes!" Billy effectively silenced her by coming to stand between her legs, rocking his waiting erection into the apex of her thighs as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Groaning softly, Ty pressed her hands into his chest, attempting to push him off of her, but as she felt his arm snake around her waist and pull her closer to him, she felt herself get lost in his attack, her senses numbing from so many sensations at once. Greedily, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her own tongue coming to dance with his as he kissed her fiercely. Without thinking, as if on impulse, Ty's hands moved from his shoulders to his waistline, tugging at the button of his pants to free his throbbing manhood, her hand coming to caress the thick shaft as she heard his soft moan muffled in her mouth. Billy's hand moved to the nape of her neck, wrapping his hand around her ponytail to hold her still as he trailed kisses down her throat and over her shoulder, breathing softly against her skin. "Fuck… I forgot how good you taste, Ty. Let me see…" Dipping his free hand between her legs, he quickly inserted two fingers into her dripping sex, thrusting them in once before pulling them out and pushing them into his mouth with a grin, "Yep. Just as good as I remember." Ty's eyes widened, her head falling back as her back arched, and in one quick motion, Billy pulled her shorts to the side and filled her with his engorged manhood. With a strangled moan, Ty crushed her mouth to his once more, and Billy gripped her hips, slamming into her repeatedly as his tongue explored her mouth. Pulling away from his kiss, Ty buried her head in the crook of his neck and bit into the soft flesh there, her nails raking down his exposed biceps and drawing blood wherever they went. The only sounds heard were their mingled, heavy breaths, and the sound of their bodies meeting. Finally, as the tension built between them, Ty's head fell back as her eyes rolled back into her head, croaking out his name between strangled breaths as she met her climax, spiraling down until her head rested against his shoulder. In that moment, Billy met his end as well, spilling his seed inside of her and laying his head on her as well. It took a while for either of them to stir from their positions, but soon Ty was raising her head and those sea green eyes were meeting blue once more. With a small smile, she kissed his lips and pointed to his manhood, which was still buried inside of her. "You might want to put the equipment away before my sister comes in here and finds us…" Pulling out of her reluctantly, as if he might want a round two, Billy fixed her shorts and patted her on the apex of her thighs gently, chuckling as he did so. As slow as possible, so he didn't zip it up in his pants, he pushed himself back into his dark wash jeans and zipped them up, right as Racey walked into the kitchen. Taking in the sight of her sister on the counter and Billy standing between her legs, Racey's eyes widened and her voice shot up two octaves. "Oh! Fucking nasty! You guys got your splooge on the counters! I swear, you better clean that shit up, Ty! I make my sandwiches there!" Rolling her eyes, Ty hopped down off the counter and spoke in a rather annoyed tone. "Oh shut up, Race. I'll clean the fucking counters." Billy seemed to finally feel the awkward, and turned toward Ty, running his hand over the back of his shaved head and huffing, "You'll take care of that job for me, then?" Ty's only response was a nod of her head and with that Billy turned and walked out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door. The two sisters stood in the kitchen for a moment, just staring at each other. Finally, Ty broke the staring contest and leaned down under the counter to grab the bleach and a rag. When she stood back up, Racey nodded her head and spoke in a tone that showed she was thankful. "Yeah… Clean that nasty shit up before you forget." Shaking her head, Ty closed her eyes and breathed out heavily through her nose. "I don't give you shit about where you fuck Billy, so how about you leave me alone, hmm?" Racey's glare could have killed in that moment, but Ty ignored it, pouring bleach on the rag and scrubbing the counters. "So this is how it's going to be...", Ty said as Racey turned on her heels and stormed out of the kitchen.