Paula's Bar & Grill

'Well, hello, girls! Welcome back! Long time, no see!'

'Hello, Paula!'

'Let's get you to your table, girls. Let's go!'

We followed Paula over to a secluded booth. We sat down, smiling as Paula handed them menus.

'What are you lovely ladies celebrating tonight?' asked Paula.

'An engagement,' said Angelica.

'An engagement?' exclaimed Paula, 'who's engaged?'

'I am,' I piped up, 'I'm engaged.'

'Is it that cute Irish boy?' asked Paula, 'I can't remember his name.'

I laughed.

'Connor,' I said, 'and yes, it's that cute Irish boy.'

'Well, congratulations!' said Paula, 'just for that, dinner's on the house!'

'Alright!' said Emily.

'This is a lovely restaurant,' smiled Jane.

'Why thank you, sweetie!' smiled Paula, 'what's your name?'

'Jane,' said Jane, 'Jane Smecker.'

'Isn't your Daddy an FBI Agent?' asked Paula.

'Paul Smecker,' siad Jane, 'do you know him?'

'Of course I do!' said Paula, 'your Daddy and I were great friends! Why, I introduced him to your mother!'

'You did?' said Jane.

'I did!' said Paula, 'it's a shame that Marie passed. She was a beautiful woman.'

'Yes, she was,' said Jane, 'very beautiful.'

'Small world,' laughed Isabelle.

Everyone laughed.

'Well, you girls enjoy your dinner,' said Paula, 'would you like some wine?'

'None for me, thanks,' said Jane, 'I don't drink.'

'Alright,' smiled Paula, 'I'll be right back.'

'Thank you, Paula!' we chorused as Paula walked away.

'Wow…' I breathed, 'she knows your dad?'

'I guess so,' laughed Jane, 'small world.'

A few moments later, Paula came back with some glasses and some red wine. She poured Emily, Angelica, Isabelle, and I some wine and gave Jane a glass of Pepsi.

'Thank you, Paula,' I smiled.

'You're welcome,' smiled Paula, 'I'll be back shortly to take your orders.'

'Thanks, Paula,' smiled Jane.

Paula smiled at Jane and walked away. We all looked at each other, laughing.

'She's so nice!' said Angelica, 'wow!'

'Indeed, she is,' I said, 'she's very classy, too.'

'A Texan,' said Emily, 'she's got that charm.'

'Indeed she does,' I said, smiling.

Isabelle slowly sipped her wine, then, she got an idea.

'Guys!' she said, 'I got an idea!'

'What?' said Emily.

'I think we should tell the story about the first time we had sex with our partners,' said Isabelle, 'we're family, we trust each other, right?'

'We do,' I said.

'I'm all ears,' said Jane, sipping her Pepsi.

'Emily can go first,' smiled Isabelle, 'tell us, Emily. What was it like having sex with Murphy for the first time?'

Emily laughed.

'Well…' she said, 'let's just say it was very… wild.'

The Saints Mansion: August 2010

'I got something ta show ye.'

'You're not trying to play a joke on me, are you?'

'Do ye trust me?'

'I trust you.'

'Then shut tha fuck up an' come here.'

Emily followed Murphy into the garage. In the corner there was a mysterious object covered in black tarp. Emily looked at the object, her eyes full of curiosity.

'Yer gonna love this,' said Murphy, leading her over to the object, 'you'll see.'

Emily looked at the object some more, then she looked at Murphy.

'Are you sure?' she said.

'I'm positive,' said Murphy, grabbing the tarp, 'are ye ready?'

Emily nodded.

'Ready.'

Murphy tightened his grip on the tarp. He smirked at Emily.

'Surprise!'

Murphy pulled the tarp off the mysterious object. Emily gasped.

'Oh!'

Under the tarp was a beautiful black Harley Davidson motorcycle. It was decorated with a Celtic Cross on one side and Murphy's family prayer on the other. It was marvellous.

'Well?' said Murphy, 'what do ye think?'

Emily walked up to the bike slowly. She traced the lettering of the prayer with her fingers, her eyes wide.

'Where did you get this?' she breathed.

'Yer Da got it fer me,' said Murphy.

'Daddy did?' said Emily, not taking her eyes off the bike.

'Yeah, he did,' said Murphy, 'he got it fer me after Connor an' I saved ye an' yer sister's lives.'

'You don't say…' breathed Emily, 'what did he get Connor?'

Murphy turned Emily towards a corner of the garage. He pointed to a beautiful red Ford Mustang convertible.

'He got him that,' he said.

'Whoa…' breathed Emily, running over to the car, 'he got Connor a car?'

'Yup,' chuckled Murphy, 'he got Connor a car.'

Emily slowly placed her hands on the hood of the car, marvelling at its beauty.

'Holy fuck, this is a beautiful car…' she breathed, 'wow…'

Murphy chuckled. He took Emily's hand, leading her back over to the bike.

'Go ahead,' he said, 'straddle it.'

Emily slowly lifted her leg and climbed onto the bike, straddling it. Her eyes widened as she held the handlebars.

'Wow…' she whispered, 'this is…'

'Amazing?' suggested Murphy, 'beautiful? Sexy?'

'All of the above,' laughed Emily, 'wow.'

Murphy laughed. He walked over to the tool desk and grabbed a black leather box. He walked over to Emily, handing it to her.

'I got ye a present,' he said.

Emily took the box in her hands. She looked at it, her eyes burning.

'Murphy…' she whispered, 'what is this?'

'Open it,' said Murphy, 'go on.'

Emily slowly took the ribbon off the box. She lifted the lid and gasped.

'Oh, my…'

Inside the box was a beautiful leather jacket. Emily clapped her hand over her mouth, shocked.

'Murphy…' she whispered, 'this is beautiful…'

'I had Romeo make it just fer ye,' said Murphy, 'take a look at it, baby.'

Emily took the jacket out of the box. Stitched in the back was a beautiful Celtic Cross with lettering on the top and bottom of it written in fire. Emily raised her eyebrows when she read it.

'Biker Babe?' she said.

Murphy chuckled.

'Yup,' he said, 'Biker Babe.'

Emily smiled. She hopped off the bike and walked over to Murphy.

'Thank you,' she said, kissing Murphy, 'this was very sweet of you.'

'Put it on,' said Murphy, 'I wanna see what ye look like.'

Emily slowly put her arms through the jacket. She was wearing her black AC/DC talk top, dark blue skinny jeans with rips in the legs and silver stiletto heels along with her skull and crossbone earrings.

Murphy looked at Emily up and down, slowly raising his eyebrows. Emily frowned.

'What?' she said, 'does this make me look fat?'

'No…' said Murphy quietly, 'ye look sexy.'

Emily laughed.

'I do, do I?' she said.

'Fuckin' right ye do,' purred Murphy, 'come here, ye sexy bitch!'

Emily laughed as Murphy grabbed her and kissed her neck, growling like a playful puppy.

'Murphy!' she howled, 'that tickles!'

Murphy laughed. He pulled away from her neck, looking her in the eyes. A devious smirk spread across his lips.

'Ye wanna go fer a ride?' he asked.

'Right now?' said Emily, 'are you sure?'

'Yes, right now,' said Murphy.

Emily frowned. Then she thought. Then she sighed. Then she smiled.

'Alright,' she said, 'let's test this baby out.'

'That's my girl,' said Murphy.

Emily watched as Murphy took the bike out of the garage and onto the driveway. He opened the gate, getting on the bike. He looked at Emily, grinning.

'Ye comin' sexy?' he said, patting the back part of the seat.

Emily laughed. She hopped on the bike behind Murphy, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Murphy looked at the open gate. Then he looked at Emily. Then he looked at the open gate again. He grinned.

'Let's ride!'

An old cowboy went riding out one dark & windy day

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw a-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire & their hooves were made of steel

Their horns were black & shiny & their hot breath he could feel

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky F

or he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire as they ride on hear their cry

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name

If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range T

hen cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Yippie-yi-yaaaaay

Yippie-yi-ohhhhh

Ghost Riders in the sky

Present

'Wow…' breathed Isabelle, 'a Harley…'

'It's a beauty,' said Emily.

'And Connor got a Mustang,' said Angelica, 'lucky fuck.'

'That's not even the best part,' said Emily, 'he took me to the woods for some target practice. Let me tell you about it…'

The Woods

'Alright…keep yer back an' arms straight…aim…aim…aim…'

'Is this okay?'

'That's perfect, babe.'

Emily held her gun up with both arms. She had it aimed at a beer bottle on a wooden fence, ready to fire.

'Tell me when,' she said.

Murphy stood behind Emily, holding her arms, guiding her slowly.

'Steady…' he said gently, 'steady…okay…FIRE!'

Emily pulled the trigger. The bullet flew, hitting the bottle perfectly, shattering the glass. Murphy whooped.

'Tha' was beautiful, babe!' he said, 'wow!'

'I wanna do another one!' said Emily.

Murphy looked over at the lone Pepsi can. He smirked.

'Let's see if ye can hit tha' Pepsi can over there,' he said.

Emily looked over at the can. She smirked deviously.

'Alright,' she said, 'let's shoot the motherfucker.'

Murphy smirked. He stood behind Emily again, guiding her.

'Alright, baby…' he coaxed, 'steady…aim…steady…alright…FIRE!'

Emily pulled the trigger. She hit the can perfectly, knocking it over. She whooped.

'YEAH, BAYBAY!' she hollered, 'NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!'

Murphy turned Emily around. He pulled her in close to him, kissing her passionately.

Emily dropped the gun. She wrapped her arms around Murphy's neck, melting into the kiss.

Murphy wrapped his arms around Emily's waist, pulling her in close to him, deepening the kiss.

Emily slowly snaked her tongue out, parting Murphy's lips. She then proceeded to trace his lips with her tongue, moaning gently.

Without breaking the kiss, Murphy picked Emily up and carried her over to the bike. He placed her down gently, stripping her of her jacket.

'Murphy…' moaned Emily, 'are you…?'

'I'm fuckin' horny,' growled Murphy, 'I fuckin' want ye.'

Emily stiffened, her eyes widening.

'You what?' she whispered.

'I want ye, Emily,' said Murphy, 'I want ye.'

Emily pulled away from Murphy a bit. She looked at him, her eyes still wide.

'Have you ever had sex before?' she asked.

Murphy looked at Emily. He laughed nervously.

'Oh…' he said, 'oh, boy…this is awkward…'

'Have you or haven't you?' asked Emily, 'please be honest with me.'

Murphy sighed. He looked at Emily dead in the eye and spoke.

'I'm a virgin.'

Emily gasped. She clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening some more.

'What?' she breathed, 'you're what?'

'Yer gonna laugh at me, aren't ye?' said Murphy.

'No!' said Emily, holding Murphy's face, 'no, no, no! I'm not gonna laugh at you, Murphykins.'

Murphy frowned.

'What did ye jus' call me?' he said.

'I called you Murphykins, Murphykins,' said Emily, stroking Murphy's cheek, 'it's a nickname.'

Murphy laughed.

'Murphykins,' he said, 'cute.'

Emily smiled. She stroked Murphy's cheek again, looking him dead in the eye.

'You wanna know something, Murphy?' she said.

'What?' said Murphy.

Emily sighed.

'I may not be a virgin like you are since, you know, I lost it to my last boyfriend,' she said, 'but you're the first person that I've been with that I have ever truly fallen in love with.'

Murphy raised his eyebrows at Emily. He was shocked.

'Are ye serious?' he whispered.

'As a heart attack, Murphy,' smiled Emily.

Murphy smiled. He brushed Emily's hair out of her face, gently stroking her cheek.

'Yer tha first girl that I've ever fallen in love wit',' he said, 'no one else has made me feel tha way tha' ye do.'

Emily blushed.

'Aww, Murph…' she said.

Murphy gently placed his finger on Emily's lips, shushing her gently.

'Shh…' he whispered, 'are we gonna fuck or what?'

Emily laughed. Then she smirked.

'Let's fuck.'

Murphy smirked. He kissed Emily again, slowly pulling her shirt over her head.

'I apologize if tha sex sucks,' he said, 'bein' a virgin, I'm no expert in this department.'

'I don't care,' said Emily, 'fuck me, Murphy. Fuck me hard.'

Murphy laughed.

'Yer a feisty one, aren't ye?' he teased.

'You ain't seen nothing yet, Saint Boy,' teased Emily, grinning deviously, 'just you wait.'

Murphy smirked. He reached for Emily's jeans, un-buttoning them.

Emily stripped Murphy of his jacket and shirt. She ran her fingers along his chest, marvelling at how broad and strong it was.

Murphy looked at Emily's black lace bra. He raised his eyebrows.

'Well…' he said, 'I forgot. I shoulda taken this stupid thing off ye before I went fer yer pants.'

Emily watched as Murphy reached his arm around her back to un-hook her bra. He ripped it off, tossing it to the side.

'Bras,' he snorted, 'fuckin' annoying.'

Emily laughed. She wrapped her legs around Murphy's waist, pulling him in close to her. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling her face to his, kissing him passionately.

'Are ye sure that ye wanna do this, babe?' asked Murphy as Emily un-buckled his belt.

'I'm positive Murphy,' said Emily as she went for his button, 'this is all I've ever wanted.'

'I jus' don' want ye ta feel like I'm pressuring ye, Em,' said Murphy, 'what wit' ye bein' raped an'…'

Emily put her finger on Murphy's lips. She shushed him gently.

'Shh…' she whispered, 'if I wasn't ready I'd tell you.'

Murphy sighed. Emily stroked his cheek, soothing him.

'You're about to lose your virginity, Murphy,' she said, 'don't pass this up. I want you. Right here. Right now. What's it gonna be, Saint Boy?'

Murphy sighed.

'Alright,' he said, 'let's do this.'

Emily smirked as Murphy stripped Emily of her jeans. He looked down. He grinned.

'Ahh…' he said, 'no panties…'

Emily giggled.

Slowly, Murphy knelt down in front of Emily, rubbing her inner thighs. Emily smiled at him, running her fingers through his hair.

'I can stop if ye want me ta, babe,' said Murphy, 'are ye one hundred percent sure about this?'

'Shut up and make me cum, you fucking Irish bastard,' hissed Emily.

Murphy grinned. He rubbed Emily's folds, slowly teasing her clit. Emily moaned.

'Murphy…' she giggled, 'I thought you were a virgin.'

'I watched an oral sex video,' said Murphy, 'this I know how to do.'

Emily giggled.

Murphy put his face inches away from Emily's clit. He gently blew on it. Emily moaned, spreading her legs more.

'Am I turnin' ye on, babe?' teased Murphy, 'am I makin' ye wet?'

Emily nodded, biting her lip. Murphy was making her engine purr, and she loved every second of it.

Murphy licked Emily's slits, teasing around her clit. He purred, his throat becoming a vibrator. Emily threw her head back, moaning loudly.

'Oh, Murphy…' she moaned, 'fuck…'

Murphy looked at his bike. He smirked deviously. He got an idea.

'Straddle tha bike,' he said, 'I got an idea.'

Emily obeyed. She straddled the bike, her eyes watching Murphy as he walked around and grabbed the handlebars.

'Ye ready?' said Murphy, raising his eyebrows.

Emily nodded.

Murphy revved the engine. The mighty beast vibrated against Emily's clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body. She threw her head back and let out the mother of all screams. Murphy cackled, revving the engine again.

'SCREAM TA THA WORLD, EMILY!' he cackled, 'SCREAM, BITCH, SCREAM!'

Emily screamed again as Murphy continued to rev the engine of the mighty motorcycle.

'SAY MY NAME, EMILY!' roared Murphy over the roar of the powerful engine, 'SAY MY FUCKIN' NAME! SAY IT!'

Emily tried to fight back the urge to scream, but Murphy revved the engine again. That sent Emily into sexual overload.

'MURPHY!' she cried, 'MURPHY! MURPHY! MURPHY! MURPHY!'

Murphy laughed. He turned the bike off, taking his jeans and boxers off before walking over to Emily, standing in front of her.

'Lie down,' he said, 'put her head by tha front o' tha bike. Time ta please tha Princess.'

Emily smirked. She turned around, placing her head on the seat, dangling her legs off the back of the mighty machine.

Murphy pulled Emily down so he could reach her pussy. He placed his hands on her ass, holding her up so she wouldn't fall.

'Are ye ready, Emily?' said Murphy.

Emily nodded.

'Ready.'

Murphy placed his face close to Emily's pussy. He kissed down her legs, slowly going to her inner thighs then her pussy. He licked her slits, teasing around her clit. Emily shivered.

'Ye cold, baby?' teased Murphy.

'No…' whispered Emily, 'just horny…'

Murphy laughed.

Emily watched as Murphy slowly put his face in closer to her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair, moaning and purring softly.

'Are ye ready, babe?' said Murphy.

'Ready as ever, Saint Boy,' said Emily.

Murphy smirked. He slowly snaked his tongue out, flicking Emily's clit gently. Emily shuddered, arching her back.

'Oh, Murphy…' she moaned, 'fuck…'

Murphy placed Emily's legs on his shoulders, pulling his face in closer to her pussy. He intensified his tongue strokes, sending Emily into overload.

'Oh, God, Murphy…' she moaned, 'fuck…'

Murphy lifted Emily's ass up, digging his nails deep into her skin. Emily whimpered as the pleasure coursed through her veins, sending fire through her heart.

Murphy flicked his tongue harder, faster. Emily arched her back, moaning as her body tensed up.

'Oh, fuck…' she moaned, 'oh, fuck, Murphy…yes…yes…fuck…yes…fuck…yes…fuck…fuck…fuck..FUCK!'

Emily screamed as she came in Murphy's open mouth. She clung onto the bike for dear life, her back arching. After a bit, her orgasm died down. She looked at Murphy, panting.

'Stop,' she whispered, 'I'm done.'

Murphy smiled. He kissed Emily's clit, standing up.

'On yer feet,' he hissed, 'bend over.'

Emily got on her feet. He bent over, placing her torso on the seat of the bike, her legs spread. Murphy positioned himself behind her, his erection poking Emily in the leg.

'Are ye ready?' he said.

'Ready and waiting,' said Emily.

Murphy grinned.

'Let's ride.'

Emily turned her head and watched as Murphy slowly but surely slid his cock inside her pussy. She moaned softly as she felt him slide deep inside her, her walls hugging his cock.

'Fuck…' purred Murphy, 'this is what pussy feels like…'

'How does it feel, baby?' moaned Emily, 'how does it feel?'

'It feels fuckin' amazing…' purred Murphy, 'fuck…'

'Fuck me, Murphy,' grunted Emily, 'make me your slut.'

Murphy smirked. He slowly began to pump his hips forwards, sliding in and out of Emily's wet pussy. He gasped.

'Fuck…' he grunted, 'yes…'

'How does my pussy feel, baby?' purred Emily, 'how does it feel?'

'Better than Heaven, baby,' said Murphy, 'way better than Heaven.'

Emily laughed. She pushed her ass back, making Murphy's cock go in deeper. Murphy roared as loud as the engine of his mighty machine as he drilled himself deep inside Emily's walls.

'Oh, yes…' moaned Emily, 'Murphy…baby…yes…'

'FUCK, YOU FEEL SO GOOD!' growled Murphy, 'YES!'

'Oh, fuck, Murphy!' moaned Emily, 'yes, baby! Yes!'

'Take my fuckin' cock, ye dirty little whore,' hissed Murphy, slapping Emily's ass, 'all of it.'

'Harder!' commanded Emily, 'harder!'

Murphy went harder, drilling himself deeper inside Emily. He threw his head back, letting out the mother of all moans.

'Oh, Em…' he moaned, 'oh, Em…oh, Em…oh, Em…OH. FUCK. EMILY!'

'HARDER!' growled Emily, 'HARDER!'

'OH. FUCK. EMILY!' moaned Murphy, fucking Emily as hard as he could 'GOD DAMN, WOMAN!'

'OH. GOD. MURPHY!' hollered Emily, 'OH. GOD. YES!'

Murphy spanked Emily as hard as he could. He shoved his cock in deeper inside her pussy, moaning and roaring all the while.

'Cum for me, baby!' commanded Emily, 'cum for me!'

'God, yer pussy feels so fuckin' good…' moaned Murphy, 'fuck…'

Emily screamed as Murphy fucked her harder, She clung to the bike for dear life, her legs quaking under her.

Murphy moaned as he felt his body tense up with orgasm. He felt Emily's walls quake around his throbbing cock, the pleasure overwhelming his entire body.

Emily screamed as she quaked with a second orgasm. Murphy let out the mother of all roars, cumming inside Emily.

Emily panted, going slightly limp. Murphy pulled out, putting his pants back on. He looked over at Emily, noticing she was shaking, but it wasn't the kind of shaking that he thought it was. Emily was crying.

'Hey…' he said gently, helping Emily stand upright, 'why are ye cryin'?'

Emily didn't answer. She continued to cry.

'Baby…' whispered Murphy, 'what's wrong?'

Emily took a deep breath. She managed to choke out her words.

'I'm crying because I'm happy.'

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief. Emily wrapped her arms tightly around Murphy's waist, burying her face in his chest.

'Shh…' whispered Murphy, patting Emily's head, 'shh…'

Emily took her head out of Murphy's chest. She looked at him, her eyes dancing. She held his face in her hands, smiling at him. Murphy smiled. He held Emily's hands, looking in her eyes.

'I love you,' said Emily.

'I love ye, too,' said Murphy, 'I love ye, too.'

Present

'Aww!' said Isabelle, 'that is so sweet!'

'I took his virginity!' said Emily, 'I couldn't believe it!'

'What about you, Bride-To-Be?' smirked Angelica, 'did Connor give his virginity to you?'

I laughed.

'Yeah, he did,' I said, 'let me tell you about it.'

The Saints Mansion: July 2010

'Where do ye think yer goin'?'

'I'm gonna wash Lita for you.'

'Yer gonna wash Lita wearin' that?'

'Yeah.'

Connor raised his eyebrows at me. I was wearing my white tank top and my short Daisy Duke shorts. My shorts barely covered my ass, and we had a perverted old man living next door to us and he seemed to have a thing for me.

'Are ye sure tha' ye wanna wash Lita, babe?' asked Connor, 'she's my car. I can wash 'er.'

I rolled my eyes.

'I'm a big girl, Connor,' I said, 'if Harold tries anything with me, I'll kick him in his saggy balls and run.'

Connor sighed.

'Alright,' he said, 'go wash me car. If Harold comes out an' tries anythin', call me.'

I smiled. I kissed Connor, walking outside to the driveway where his red Ford Mustang convertible sat glistening in the sunlight. I looked at the car and sighed.

'Alright…' I said, 'let's get this bitch clean.'

I grabbed the hose and the bucket full of soapy water. I turned on my iPod and listened to my music as I began to wash the big red machine.

Connor peeked out of the curtains and watched as I started on the hood. My shorts rode up as I bent over, getting every speck of dirt.

'Could those shorts be any shorter?' Connor muttered to himself, 'Jesus fuck, Rebecca…'

I took the sponge and walked over to the windshield, my front facing Harold's bedroom window. Harold watched as I danced and sang along to my music as I washed Connor's car.

Connor looked up and saw Harold watching me. He growled.

'Ye fuckin' pervert…' he hissed through clenched teeth.

I continued to wash the big red beast when all of a sudden, Pour Some Sugar On Me came on my iPod. I smirked and looked back at the mansion, knowing that Connor would be watching. He and I haven't had sex, and I think it would be nice for Connor to show his territorial side. Time to rock and roll.

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey! Hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

Hey!

C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

Listen!

Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!

Crazy little woman in a one man show

Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love

Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little

Tease a little more

Easy operator come a knockin' on my door

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

Give a little more

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet yeah

You got the peaches, I got the cream

Sweet to taste, saccharine

'Cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet

From my head, my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

Pour some sugar on me

Oh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

Get it, come get it

Pour your sugar on me

Ooh

Pour some sugar on me

Yeah! Sugar me!

Present

'Holy shit, Becca,' said Jane, 'you did that?'

'I've been wanting to have sex with Connor for a while when I did that,' I said, 'I figured washing his car in skanky clothes would get him going. Mind you, I didn't have a bra on or any panties, and, let's just say that my plan worked.'

Flashback

'REBECCA JANE OUELLET, YOU ARE A FUCKIN' TEASE!'

I turned around at the sound of Connor's voice. He was storming towards me, his eyes burning with intense lust.

'Connor, what are you doing?' I said, 'Connor, what the hell are you…?'

My sentence was rudely interrupted. Connor pinned me fiercely against Lita's hood, kissing me hungrily.

'What's gotten into you?' I giggled.

'Wha' tha fuck was tha' all about, little miss?' scolded Connor.

'What was what all about?' I asked innocently.

'You shakin' yer ass tha way ye were jus' a few minutes ago,' said Connor.

I laughed.

'You've seen me dance before, Silly Goose,' I teased.

'Not like tha', I haven't,' said Connor, 'God damn, Rebecca…'

I giggled.

Connor picked me up and placed me on Lita's hood. He peeled my shirt off, his eyes dancing with lust and desire. He kissed me hungrily, squeezing my bare breasts.

'Someone's feisty,' I teased.

'Maybe ye shouldn't shake yer ass in short shorts wit' yer ass hangin' out,' said Connor, 'then maybe I wouldn't be all over ye like this.'

I laughed.

Connor went to take my shorts off, but he stopped. I frowned.

'What's wrong?' I asked.

Connor looked down, his eyes full of embarrassment and sorrow. He sighed.

'I got something ta tell ye…' he said softly.

'What?' I said, 'what is it?'

'Ye promise yer not gonna laugh?' he said.

'I promise,' I said, 'tell me.'

Connor sighed. He held my face in his hands. He looked me dead in the eye. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and confessed.

'I'm a virgin.'

I gasped. I clapped my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening as I took in those three words. A virgin. Connor's a virgin.

'You're a what?' I finally managed to say.

'I'm a virgin, Rebecca,' said Connor, 'I'm a fuckin' virgin.'

I reached out to Connor, taking his face in my hands. I looked deep into his eyes, still getting over the shock.

'You can't be serious,' she said, 'you're a virgin.'

Connor nodded.

'Yup,' he said, 'I'm as pure as fuckin' Holy Water.'

'Why?' I asked.

Connor sighed.

'I've only been wit' two girls before I met ye,' he said, 'Ashley an' Jackie. Both o' them used me. Neither o' them loved me, an' I never loved 'em. They never wanted me fer me, they were sluts. They wanted sex an' tha' was it. I found out an' left. Yer the only one who's ever made me feel actual love. Yer tha first girl I have ever fallen in love wit'.'

'Wow…' I said, 'I'm…I'm speechless.'

'Ye don't think it's weird?' said Connor.

'No,' I said, 'I was a virgin, too. I would still be if I wasn't raped by Giovanni and his goons. I've never felt loved, either, or been in love. I have, however, fallen in love with someone.'

'Who would tha' be?' asked Connor.

I smiled. I took one of my hands and ever-so-gently placed it over Connor's heart.

'That would be you, my Irish Prince,' I said.

Connor smiled. He took my hand in his, twining our fingers together. He looked up at Harold who was still looking out of his bedroom window. He grinned deviously, turning his attention back to me.

'Harold's been watchin' ye this whole time,' he said, 'why don' we give tha pervert something ta stare at?'

I looked at Connor. A devious grin spread across my lips.

'You thinking what I'm thinking?' I said.

'Oh, I'm thinkin',' said Connor, 'I'm thinkin' tha' it's time ta break in Lita.'

I smirked, my eyes dancing with a devious fire.

'Let's do this.'

Connor grinned. He un-buttoned my shorts, peeling them off and tossing them aside. He kissed me passionately, knotting his fingers in my hair.

I wrapped my legs tightly around Connor's hips, pulling myself closer to him, deepening the kiss. I slowly moved my hips, grinding on him. Connor purred.

'God, yer feisty,' he moaned against my lips.

'I heard you liked feisty girls,' I teased.

Connor chuckled.

'Lie on yer back,' he said, 'go.'

I lay back on Lita's hood. I spread my legs, grinning deviously.

Connor reached over and grabbed the hose. He looked at me, a devious smirk spreading across his lips.

'Yer a dirty girl, Rebecca Jane,' he said in a seductive tone, 'I think this dirty girl needs ta be cleaned.'

I laughed.

'I do, do I?' I teased.

Connor smirked. He aimed the hose at me.

'Bath time.'

I shrieked as Connor turned the hose on and sprayed me. The water felt like ice.

'CONNOR!' I shrieked, 'STOP! COLD! CONNOR!'

Connor laughed.

'Resistance is futile, Little Girl!' he teased, 'ye need a bath fer bein' such a dirty girl!'

I hopped off Lita's hood and ran away from Connor. Unfortunately, Connor decided to chase me around the driveway with the hose.

'DIRTY GIRL!' he hollered, 'YER A DIRTY LITTLE GIRL!'

Harold watched Connor chase me around the driveway. He was green with envy, wishing he was in Connor's shoes.

'COME ON, REBECCA!' teased Connor, spraying me again, 'COME PAY FER YER SINS, YE NAUGHTY LITTLE BITCH!'

I laughed. Connor sprayed me again, the water sending chills throughout my entire body.

'CONNOR!' I shrieked, 'STOP!'

'NEVER!' laughed Connor.

I saw my opportunity. I sprang, pouncing on Connor. I knocked him to the ground, grabbing the hose. I got back on my feet, smirking.

'Well, well, well…' I said, 'looks like the tables have turned.'

'Don' even think about it, young lady!' said Connor.

I laughed.

'Too late.'

'Oh, shit…'

I took the hose, aiming it at Connor. I sprayed him.

Connor got up and ran away. I laughed, chasing him around the driveway, spraying him.

'Aww…what's the matter?' I teased, 'is the Big, Bad Saint afraid of a little water?'

I sprayed Connor again, laughing. Connor shrieked.

'HOLY SHIT, THAT'S COLD!' he said, running away, 'FUCK!'

I sprayed Connor again, laughing hysterically as Connor shrieked again.

'EEK!' he shrieked, 'COLD! FUCK! AHH!'

I chased Connor down and cornered him against Lita's hood. I sprayed him one last time before turning the hose off and jumping on him, laughing.

'Holy fuck…' panted Connor as I kissed his neck tattoo, 'yer fast…'

I giggled. I looked at Connor, my eyes dancing deviously.

'You wanna fuck me?' I teased, 'do you?'

Connor smirked.

'Let's give Harold something ta stare at,' he said.

I grinned.

'That's my Saint.'

Connor chuckled. He lay me on my back on Lita's hood, kissing me hungrily.

'Take your clothes off,' I moaned, 'let me make you a sinner.'

Connor purred.

'God, tha' sounds so sexy comin' from ye…' he moaned, 'fuck…'

I giggled.

Connor peeled his shirt off, tossing it over to where my shirt and shorts were. Then, he un-buckled his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers off before kissing me again.

'Fuck me, Connor,' I moaned as Connor kissed my neck, 'fuck me.'

'How bad do ye want me ta fuck ye?' purred Connor.

'Bad,' I moaned, 'I hunger for you. I ache for you.'

Connor laughed.

'Bend over tha hood,' he commanded, 'spread yer legs.'

I hopped off Lita's hood. I bent over into doggy-style, spreading my legs. I looked up at Harold, grinning.

'You can't have me,' I mouthed at him.

Harold glared as Connor positioned himself behind me, his hard cock just inches away from my wet pussy.

'Are ye ready, Becca-Bear?' said Connor.

I smirked, not taking my eyes off of Harold. It was time.

'Let's do this.'

Connor slowly slid his cock deep inside my pussy. He moaned loudly as my walls collapsed around his cock, hugging it tightly.

'Holy shit…' he purred, 'wow…'

'Come on, Connor,' I teased, 'make me your slut. Make me scream.'

Connor shoved his cock in deeper inside me, roaring with pleasure as he slid in and out of my pussy.

'Fuck, yer pussy feels good…' he moaned, 'fuck…'

I looked up at Harold. I flipped him off, wiggling myself on Connor's cock.

Connor moaned loudly. He bit his lip, holding back a scream of pleasure.

'Does my pussy feel good, baby?' I said seductively, wiggling more, 'hmm?'

'Yer pussy feels amazing, baby…' moaned Connor, 'yes…'

I spread my legs a bit wider, reaching around and digging my nails in Connor's ass, moaning loudly.

Harold's face flushed a bright red as he continued to watch us. He glared at Connor, his eyes burning with a jealous fire.

I arched my back, digging my nails farther into Connor's ass. Connor grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my neck back as he let out a loud roar of pleasure.

'Looks like Harold might have a stroke,' I said, 'his face is as red as Lita.'

Connor looked up at Harold. He grinned.

'This ass is all mine,' he mouthed, 'an' ye can't have 'er, either.'

Harold glared even more. Connor laughed, pulling me up and pressing my back against his body, shoving his cock in as deep as it would go.

'Oh, Connor…' I moaned, 'fuck, that feels good…'

'Ye like it when I fuck yer little pussy like tha', Princess?' purred Connor, kissing my neck, 'does it feel good?'

'It feels fucking amazing, baby…' I moaned, 'fuck…yes…'

Connor gently wrapped his left hand around my throat. I moaned as he reached around with his right hand and rubbed my clit with his thumb, masturbating me as he continued to fuck me.

'Cum on my cock, slut,' hissed Connor, intensifying his strokes, 'cum on my cock like the whore that ye are.'

I tried to open my mouth to answer, but a sudden wave of pleasure came over me, my breath catching in my throat. I gasped, shuddering slightly, my knees wobbling.

'That's it, Princess,' purred Connor, rubbing me harder, 'cum fer Connor. Cum like a good little girl.'

My knees began to buckle. I placed my hands on Lita's hood, panting and moaning as I began to feel myself climax.

'Come on, baby girl,' said Connor, 'come on, now. Cum fer Daddy, Lass. Come on.'

I shivered as a wave of pleasure hit me again. My knees wobbled again, my legs feeling like jelly. I clutched onto Lita for dear life as I felt my body tense up, my climax building.

'Almost there, baby,' coaxed Connor, 'let it out.'

My knees buckled against Lita, my nerves filling with fire and electricity. I took a deep breath, gasping as I let the orgasm take over my body. I shuddered and shook against Connor's body, clinging onto Lita for dear life. After a few seconds, my orgasm died down. I panted and gasped, lying my torso down. Connor laughed.

'That's my girl,' he said.

I laughed weakly, my heart beating erratically. I have never came so hard in my entire life, and it felt fucking amazing.

Connor grabbed the back of my neck, shoving me against Lita's hood. I gasped, surprised at how aggressive Connor was being.

'Yer a good little fuck toy, aren't ye?' Connor hissed in my ear, 'yer nothin' but a filthy little mutt.'

'I'm your filthy little mutt,' I said, 'I'm your little fuck toy.'

'Yer damn fuckin' right ye are,' snarled Connor, 'yer damn fuckin' right.'

I laughed softly. Connor's hand was still firmly grasping the back of my neck, my body pressed hard against Lita's hood. For being a virgin, Connor sure as fuck knew how to make a girl go wild.

Connor's body began to tense up. I knew what was coming next. I smirked.

'You gonna cum for me, Connor?' I teased, 'hmm?'

'Fuck, Rebecca…' moaned Connor, 'fuck, yer pussy feels so fucking good…'

I looked up. Harold was still watching, his hands balled in fists. I laughed softly, knowing that in his head he was just seething with jealousy.

Connor's body tensed up more as his climax built up more and more. With a final scream and moan, he came. Hard.

I panted, all out of breath. I was covered from head to toe in sweat, my legs feeling like jelly.

Connor pulled out, panting. He pulled me up, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, holding me tight.

'Holy fuck…' I panted, 'where did that come from?'

'Ye released my inner beast,' panted Connor, 'holy shit, that was amazing…'

I smiled. I stroked Connor's cheek, looking in his eyes. They were dancing. They were brighter. I took his virginity.

'So,' I said, 'how does it feel not being a virgin anymore?'

Connor chuckled.

'It feels pretty good,' he said, 'I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.'

I laughed.

Connor brushed my wet hair out of my face. He smiled, cupping my cheek in his hand.

'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you, too,' I whispered back.

Present

'Aww!' gushed Jane, 'that's so sweet!'

'The funny thing is, he never even drove Lita when that happened,' I said, 'we broke her in.'

'Did you scratch her?' asked Emily.

'Only a little,' I said, 'but he didn't care.'

'Now, why don't we hear about Little Miss Darkness' first time?' said Isabelle, grinning at Jane.

'Me?' said Jane.

'Yes, you!' said Isabelle, 'come on! Spill!'

'SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL! SPILL!'

'Okay! Okay!' laughed Jane, 'do you really want to know?'

'Yes!' said Isabelle, 'come on!'

Jane laughed.

'Well…' she said, 'the story goes a little something like this…'

The Saints Mansion: Valentine's Day 2011

was sitting up in Michael's room, admiring her Undertaker posters. She had no clue that Michael was in the dungeon planning a Dinner From Hell. Connor and Murphy knew, but they were sworn to secrecy. Suddenly, Jane heard a knock.

'Come in!' she called.

Connor peeked his head through the door. Jane smiled.

'Hello, Connor,' she said.

'Hey, Jane,' said Connor, 'can I come in?'

'Of course,' said Jane.

Connor walked into the room. He handed Jane a scroll.

'Oh?' she said, 'what's this?'

'Michael said ta give this to ye,' said Connor.

'What's it for?' asked Jane.

'I can't tell ye,' said Connor, 'sworn secrecy.'

'Oh, you're no fun,' said Jane.

'CONNY-WONNY!'

Connor muttered under his breath. Jane laughed.

'Rebecca not finished with you?' she teased.

'I swear, something's up with her fuckin' hormones,' said Connor, 'she's been buggin' me fer the last hour fer another round.'

'Sounds fun,' laughed Jane.

'CONNY-WONNY!'

'Fer fuck's sake…'

Jane watched as Connor peeked his head out of the door.

'WILL YE CHILL FER FIVE FUCKIN' SECONDS?' called Connor, 'I LOVE YE BUT YER A PAIN IN THE ASS!'

Jane laughed as Connor shook his head. He smiled.

'Well, have fun with yer boyfriend,' he said, 'I got a girlfriend to attend to.'

'Good luck,' said Jane.

Connor rolled his eyes and walked away. Jane opened the scroll.

Jane

I have summoned thee to a dinner date from Hell

Thou shalt be there at Midnight

Meet thy-self in the dungeon in the dungeon at thee time specified

PS: Thou shalt wear the black dress

Jane smiled as she rolled the scroll up. She looked at the clock.

'Well, Jane,' she said, 'time to get ready.'

Present

'He summoned you?' gasped Emily.

'He did,' smiled Jane, 'it was so romantic!'

'Tell us more!' said Rebecca.

Jane laughed.

'Alright,' she said, 'here goes.'

Flashback

Jane put on her sexy black dress and black stiletto heels. She curled her hair. Midnight struck. She walked down into the dungeon, her heart racing.

Michael sipped on a glass full of blood. He could hear a voice whispering in his head mixed with Jane's footsteps echoing down the hall.

'She's gonna love this dinner. I know she will.'

Jane approached the table. Michael put the glass of blood down, smiling at Jane.

'My beauty,' he said, licking his lips, 'I assume you got my scroll?'

'Indeed I did,' said Jane, looking at Michael with a lustful look, 'my, you look delicious this evening.'

Michael smirked deviously. He got up and approached her, his eyes dancing.

'My goodness, my Dark Angel,' he said, twirling Jane in a circle, 'your beauty leaves me breathless with lust.'

'You're feisty tonight,' giggled Jane.

'I can't help it,' said Michael, 'ever since I laid my eyes on you my heart and soul haven't been the same since.'

Jane laughed. Her pearly white fangs glistened in the firelight.

'Ah, my love,' she said, 'you make my black heart sing.'

'You make my heart sing to the Devils of Hell,' said Michael, 'you make my soul sing to the same Devils.'

Jane laughed her magical, tinkling laugh. Her fangs practically sparkled in the firelight.

Michael twirled Jane and tipped her over, kissing her, growling and purring. Jane laughed again.

'My blood begs for you,' grunted Michael, 'bite me.'

Jane's blue eyes danced as Michael revealed his neck. She knew what he wanted.

Opening wide, Jane sunk her fangs into Michael's neck, sucking deep.

Michael cringed a bit from the pain. Jane's eyes glowed red as she sucked more blood.

'Ahh…' said Michael, 'love at first bite, my sweet.'

'Your blood is so sweet, my love,' said Jane, licking her lips, 'so very sweet.'

'Don't take too much,' said Michael, 'I have dinner prepared on the table.'

Jane laughed and took her fangs out. Her teeth and lips glistened with blood, her ice blue eyes wide with pleasure.

'Damn, that was deeper than before…' said Michael, rubbing his neck, 'come, my love. Dinner is ready.'

Jane smiled as Michael pulled out her chair. She sat down, her eyes twinkling.

'Thank you, my love,' she said.

'You're welcome, my sweet,' said Michael, grabbing a chicken leg and sitting across from Jane, 'how do you like my devious surprise?'

'I like it,' smiled Jane, 'I've never been romanced before.'

Michael looked at the tattoo on Jane's breast. Her dress really accentuated her breasts, and that made Michael hot and bothered.

'I love the inverted pentagram,' said Jane, 'it's beautiful.'

Michael licked his lips. Jane looked at Michael, grinning deviously.

'Dinner's over, my love,' said Michael, 'would you like some…desert?'

Jane laughed as Michael looked at her with lust in his eyes. She knew what he was feeling.

'You're a naughty, naughty boy, Michael Hunter,' she said in her strong, British accent, 'a very naughty boy.'

Michael growled with pleasure as he cleared the table with the food still on it. Jane watched as Michael crawled on top of the table towards her, his eyes burning with lust.

'You want your Lestat, don't you?' said Michael as he crawled, 'don't you?'

'Oh, you know I do,' said Jane, her eyes dancing in the firelight, 'you know I do.'

Michael slowly unzipped Jane's dress, revealing her bra. Jane laughed.

'Do you want to be tortured tonight?' asked Michael.

'Yes,' hissed Jane, 'yes.'

Michael smirked and grabbed a whip. He whipped Jane on the ass, hard. Jane cried out.

'Tell me how bad you want me, Jane,' said Michael, 'tell me.'

'Really bad,' purred Jane, 'really, really bad.'

Michael put the whip down. He hopped off the table and kneeled down, placing his face by her pussy.

Jane purred and ran her fingers through Michael's hair. Goosebumps developed on her arms as Michael slowly peeled her panties off.

After a bit of teasing, Michael snaked his tongue out and licked Jane's clit. That sent Jane into a frenzy.

'Oh, God…' she moaned, 'oh, God…'

Michael gently nibbled Jane's clit. Jane's cheeks flushed a bright red.

'Fuck…' she hissed, 'fuck…'

Michael went back to using his tongue. Jane's head swam, pleasure embracing her whole body like silk.

Michael didn't know this, but Jane's a virgin. She's never had a boyfriend, never had sex. She was as pure as the air they breathed.

Michael slowly pulled his pants down as Jane's body tensed up. It was time.

Jane stuck her legs in the air and let the orgasm take over. Her legs shook, her toes curled, her body spazed.

Within a few seconds, the orgasm died down. Jane looked at Michael, panting.

'I'm done,' she said, 'you can stop.'

Michael smirked and kissed Jane. He picked her up and placed her, hands on knees, on the pentagram.

'Are you ready?' asked Michael.

Jane nodded.

Slowly, Michael penetrated Jane. Jane cringed.

'Are you okay?' asked Michael.

'Yeah,' said Jane through clenched teeth, 'I'm okay.'

'Are you sure?' asked Michael, 'you look like you're in pain.'

'I'm okay,' said Jane, 'I'm fine.'

Michael shrugged and penetrated Jane again.

Jane bit her lip. The pain was excruciating, but when Michael started moving, the pain went away.

Jane moaned low and long as Michael bucked his hips forwards. The pleasure consumed Jane, embracing her.

Michael kissed the Avenged Sevenfold tattoo on the back of Jane's neck. Jane moaned and purred with each movement, the pleasure taking over her body.

'I love your tattoo,' said Michael, tracing the outline of the black angel wings on Jane's back, 'it's beautiful.'

'Thank you,' said Jane quietly.

Michael smiled.

Jane clung onto the table for dear life, keeping herself balanced. Michael dug his nails deep into Jane's pale hips, holding her close.

Finally, within a matter of ten minutes, Michael's body tensed up. With a final grunt, Michael came.

Jane panted, all out of breath. Michael pulled out, collapsing on the table.

Jane shook with sobs. Michael crawled up to her, stroking her hair out of her face.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

Jane nodded.

'These are happy tears,' she said, 'you just took my virginity.'

'What?' said Michael.

'You're my first boyfriend,' said Jane, 'I gave you my virginity.'

Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he hurt Jane.

Jane straddled Michael's lap, hugging him tight. Her pale skin glowed in the firelight, her body covered in sweat.

'Jane, you're so beautiful,' whispered Michael, 'you have no idea.'

'You make me feel beautiful, Michael,' whispered Jane, 'you're my Lestat.'

'And you're my Jesse,' said Michael.

Jane smiled. Happy tears stung her eyes.

'Come here,' said Michael, embracing Jane.

Jane sobbed the happiest of sobs. Michael stroked her hair, whispering to her in Latin.

'I love you, Michael,' said Jane, 'I love you.'

Michael smiled and hugged Jane tighter, moulding his body to hers.

'I love you, too, Jane,' he said, 'I love you, too.'