Author's Note: The following is mostly a bit of a sleeper. Bring a cup of coffee...
Chapter 48 – Walking in Sunlight
October 7, 2004 = Thursday
~Eliza Flores~
My first stop that morning was to an upscale shopping center. Since the stores weren't open yet, I stepped into the Starbucks for a latte and a scone, taking a seat to await the store openings. People kept staring at me, either for Yukie's young exotic hotness or the oddity of her dress being held together with safety pins, but I let it slide.
What I kept running over was what to do after getting dressed. I needed a vehicle, but my Ninja was in the shop. I went through Yukie's purse, trying to get a feel for her capabilities, and found her passport and what I could only guess was her drivers license, the latter being in Japanese which I couldn't read.
After thinking it over, I decided my best way forward was to rent a car, which if I offered her driver's license and her status as an out of towner shouldn't raise too many questions. The car would just be seen as her way of wanting to view more of the area, and would allow me to carry my purchases back to the motel. It would also give me a safe place to store things while I shopped.
That settled in my mind, and the stores opening up, I began my shopping. I went to a store that sold business suits and went inside. I didn't know Yukie's position on wearing pants, having always seen her in some sort of dress, but finally decided that since I was driving, it didn't matter. She didn't have to wear it later if she didn't like it, and I was only buying her a few changes. She could decide her own outfits tomorrow.
Strolling through the selection, I decided that if I were going to buy her a suit, I'd make it a nicer one and a three piece suit caught my eye. The mannequin was similar in size to Yukie, and the layout was very professional.
"Hello, miss," a woman in a gray dress suit said as she approached. "May I help you with something?"
"Um, yes," I said, looking back to the suit. I hadn't seen any suits on racks, so figured they were all in the back. Better to protect from thieves, I guess. "I would like a suit?"
"This particular style?" she asked and I nodded. She then pulled a yellow cloth tape from her jacket packet and moved closer. "I'll just take some measurements," she said as she began to measure various parts of my body.
When she had the measurements, she wanted, all written on a pad she kept on the inside of her jacket, she looked back to me. "Is there any particular color you would like? We have this in basic black, black pinstripe, light or dark blue, green, and light or dark gray."
"Dark blue," I said and she left for the rear room. When she come back, she had a suit draped over her arm.
"Will that be all?" she asked, as she handed me the suit to inspect.
"Um, shirt?" I asked and she nodded.
"Which color?" she asked, pointing me to a wall. They were arranged by color, and assuming size, but I couldn't read the labels from where I stood.
"White," I said, and she went and retrieved the color for me. I drifted to the selection of bows and ties they had available, selecting a red striped tie for a splash of color.
"Would you like to try it on?" she asked me when she returned with the shirt.
"Sure," I said, not knowing if the sizes picked out were right, but trusting the salesperson wasn't intentionally misleading me.
She led me into a dressing room, where I slipped out of the tight fitting dress Yukie had been wearing. One look into the mirror though, and I knew I was going to be making a second trip before I changed into the suit for the day. Yukie's bra had also been cut, the straps held together by safety pins like her dress. I looked down at her hips, seeing her panties were about the only thing that hadn't been cut.
Sighing, I started to dress myself in the suit, finding it form hugging but comfortable. I had to admit, the lady knew her business as not a single thing she had given me to wear had an improper fit. Looking at Yukie's body in the mirror, I liked what I saw.
Stepping out, the salesperson gave a beaming smile. "That looks great on you," she said appreciably. "There's just one thing..."
I watched her head over to a rack, shuffle through several cards hanging from it, then coome back with a set of cufflinks. They were gold with a ruby set in more gold lined by black, and she undid my cuffs and installed the cufflinks. I thought she was done when she pulled four more from the card, inserting them into the top four holes on my shirt. When I looked back to the mirror, the difference was striking, moving me from wannabe professional to elite player.
Player for what, I had no idea.
"I'll take it," I said, stepping back into the changing room to take it off. I left the cufflinks where they were, as I'd be back in the suit just as soon as I picked up a replacement bra. Stepping back in Yukie's dress, I paid for the purchases in cash, then left the store with the suit in a garment bag over my arm.
I headed straight for Victoria's Secret, and began searching the bra section for a replacement. I wasn't there a minute before a tall and lanky blond ghosted up behind me. "I'd recommend a bralette," she said, and I turned to face her. "With your physique, it should give you all the comfort and support you'd need."
"Have it in white lace?" I asked, wanting to pick a color that wouldn't stand out under the white dess shirt if I ever had to take the vest off.
She led me a few isles over, showing me a matching set. I liked the look, even if the hipster panties would show off everything. Taking the set into the dressing room, I slipped them on and admired the way the set held Yukie's boobs. She was ample for her petite frame, but the bralette gave them a good definition.
The only problem was Yukie was Japanese and apparently they shared a lot with the French. I shook my head, knowing it was one more thing I would have to take care of before I could really start my day. Putting Yukie's clothes back on, I stepped out and paid for the set, then walked over to a kiosk and found a salon.
There were two attendants who were talking when I walked in, and the red haired one came over. "May I help you , miss?"
"I need waxed, and also have my hair and nails done," I told her.
"Right this way," she said, leading me into a backroom. I stepped inside, and she stood in the doorway. "Take off your clothes, lay face up on the bed, and cover yourself with a towel. I'll be right back," she said, shutting the door.
I did as she requested, wondering if this might affect my possession of Yukie. Shrugging off any thoughts of problems, I laid myself out on the bed, covering myself with a towel, and waited for the attendant. When she came back in, she rolled the towel enough to show my bare legs. She then opened a container where the wax was held, and began coating my legs. It burned briefly, hot wax on exposed skin does that, but cooled quickly prompting the attendant to quickly apply the cloth strip. When it cooled, she then ripped it off my leg.
"Ow!" I said as my leg jerked from the pain. It turned into a grueling session, as she stripped Yukie's body of hair. When it was done though, her skin was smooth.
"I'll let you get dressed," she said, shutting everything away.
I nodded my thanks, then started to dress myself in my new clothes, starting with the bra and panty set. The panties fit much better, hugging Yukie's hips and showing off her young curves. I didn't have access to a mirror, but from what I could see by craning my neck, Yukie looked more like a model now than a hunter. The suit was next, again fitting like a glove. I then slipped Yukie's shoes on, noting their lack of luster with a grimace. Looks like I'd be shopping by a shoe store.
I then placed all of Yukie's old clothes in the bag from Victoria's Secret to be disposed of later. Stepping out the door, the attendant led me to a chair where she laid me back and began washing Yukie's hair. I knew it was part of the process, so let them work. It didn't take long to have my hair washed, shampooed and volumized, then they began to work on Yukie's nails. When they were done, I looked at Yukie's reflection, liking the effect. With her hair done, Yukie truly looked great.
Paying the attendant, I then left the store, heading for a nearby shoe store. Heading into the ladies section, I used a size finder to find Yukie's shoe size and started checking for appreciable shoes, quickly finding a Chelsea boot with a large three inch boot heel and not one of those spiky things that was hard to balance on. After taking a seat and trying it on, and finding it a comfortable fit, I slipped the other one on.
Rising to my feet, I checked the feel as I walked and found them comfortable. They weren't the most stylish footwear, but they went well with the suit and the heels. I put them back in the box, put Yukie's blah black flats back on and paid for the shoes. I hit the first bench after leaving the store, and slipped the heels back on, putting Yukie's flats in the box.
Now that I had her properly dressed, I looked around the shops. I could start my shopping for my own clothes now, but the bag and box containing Yukie's old outfit was already heavy on her arm. I needed a way to haul it all back to the motel. I needed a car.
Pulling my phone, I called the taxi company who assured me a taxi was waiting by the door. I quickly found it, and had him take me to a car rental place. The place he pulled in front of had cars of all kinds out front, and I paid the driver off after he dropped me off at the door. When I left here, it'd be behind the wheel rather than as a passenger.
Going inside, a young woman with a turquoise highlight in her blonde hair approached me, a big smile on her face. "May I help you?"
"I need a car," I told her.
"Any specific model?" she asked me.
"Honda?"
"Sure, we have several models of Honda," she said, going to a nearby computer. "Sedan, SUV, minivan, or sports car?"
"Um, car?" I said, not understanding the terms she was using.
"Sedan," she said, slightly correcting me. "Two or four doors?"
"Four," I told her. "And automatic transmission."
"We have several models that match those criteria," she told me. "As such, I can offer championship white, rallye red, sunlight yellow, nighthawk black or blue pearl."
"Blue pearl," I told her. Red was too much of an eye catcher, white was too common, as was black, which left blue. Had to remember that a Civic was the most commonly stolen car.
"Okay, it's a hundred fifty a week, or five hundred a month," she told me.
I counted out five hundred dollar bills and gave them to her, along with Yukie's unreadable driver's license. "Oh, you're a tourist," she said, smiling and doing her best to give nothing away. "I'll take a copy and be right back."
I waited while she did her business, then she brought me back a lease agreement and Yukie's license. I signed off on the agreement, writing Yukie's name in English script. I had checked her papers, finding her name written in English on her passport, but that was the only version I could read. Anything else was in Japanese script which I couldn't read.
Taking the proffered key and a copy of the agreement, I went out to the car and slid into the passenger seat. Starting the car, I went back to the mall and parked it near the door. Going in, I started doing the shopping for myself. It was easy, since I knew all my sizes, and headed back to Victoria's Secret.
Inside the store, I bought myself a range of bra and pantie sets. With that done, I then headed to a nearby store and purchased some T-shirts, and shorts, before going by the shoe store and picking out a pair of sneakers and some heels at two and four inches. My arms heavy with recent purchases, I headed back to the car and stowed everything in the trunk.
Going back inside, I headed back to the suit place, getting a different salesman this time. He helped me pick out several suits, two pantsuits of gray and blue and a dress suit of purple. I stowed these purchases as well, before returning to the stores. I bought some other clothes, several pairs of blended fabric pants for casual wear along with various blouses and button up shirts to go with it. My suits had their own shirts, with an extra flap to hold the studs over the buttonholes, so I didn't worry about that.
With the latest purchases stowed away, I went looking for a Gothic store, but didn't find one in the mall. I checked the yellow pages, finding a Gothic store not far away. I drove over, finding it a boring brown building that didn't have one outstanding feature on the outside. Going in though, was night and day. The walls were done in black velvet, and the name of the game seemed to be leather and chrome. On display in the middle of the room was a set of coffins, open to show their satin interiors.
I couldn't help but smile at the coffins, and went closer to look them over. They were well apportioned, and were more like enclosed beds. I studied it, and wondered if it could be locked from the inside. If it could, it'd make me more secure during the day when I was vulnerable. It was one thing I was more or less willing to sacrifice for my continued existence, satin sheets for a coffin.
As I studied the coffins, a woman in heavy Gothic makeup made her way over to me. "Need any help?"
"I was just studying the coffins," I told her. "I was thinking of buying one."
That got a smile out of her. "You don't look like you're into the Goth scene."
"Considering the bad rap most Goths get, can you blame me," I told her and she nodded her head solemnly.
"I hear ya on that," she said and turned to the coffins. "So, first coffin?"
"Yes," I told her, thinking I probably should be somewhat truthful. "I wanted something I could lock from the inside so I'd be protected while I sleep."
"Not afraid of tight spaces, are ya?" she asked, then hit a lever that lowered the coffin enough for me to slide into it. "Hop in, try it out."
I did, finding the bedding was very comfortable foam. Once I was settled in, she closed the lid on me. I knew that my own experience would be different, but I didn't feel scared at being closed in. I waited for several long minutes, but when I didn't burst out, I finally felt for the latch, and didn't find one.
"Um, how do you get out?" I called out to the girl. The lid opened, and the assistant just smiled at me.
"There's no latch on these," she told me. From where I lie, I could see she was telling the truth. It was all smooth wood. "Something about you can't lock someone in because kids die in fridges or something. You have to install the lock yourself or buy it custom made."
"That works," I said, swinging my legs out to sit on it as I would a bench. "How much do these cost?"
"Depends on what you want," she said as I slid to my heels. "These are actually for sale by a friend of mine. I'm just handling things. If you want, I can get you in touch with him."
"I would love that," I told her, a smile on my face. "In the meantime, I wanted to a little something for a close friend of mine."
"Male or female?" she asked me.
"Female," I said, giving her my sizes.
"Hmm, it's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't mind loving another woman," she said as she led me deeper into the store. When we entered the back room though, I realized she was completely misreading my intentions.
Looking around the room of sex and videos, I couldn't help but wonder about Samantha. She had intentions like the one the woman thought I had, but Sammie never acted on any of them. She was content to lie back and let me find my own way. Now, though, I had to wonder where on the spectrum I lay.
When she kept walking over to the clothes racks though, something my virgin eyes hadn't noticed past all the smut. She pulled out a black silk nightie, though, and held it up for me to look at. I felt the material, the smoothness of the silk like milk on my skin. It wasn't one of those paper thin numbers where your nipples were visible, but an honest nightie I could wear around the house.
"Well worth the money," she told me as I took it and looked it over. It would fit me, being my size and all, and I nodded my head in approval. It was maybe the one thing I hadn't gotten while at the mall, and did sort of need.
"I'll take it," I told her, then looked around. We were too close to the wall containing sex paraphernalia, and I couldn't help but notice some of their bright packaging. The Gothic girl with me noticed my gaze, then picked one up that seemed to have a cock on a belt.
"Oh, these are awesome," she said, sniggering. "But," she said, putting it back and going down a shelf to pick up another similar one. "This one will definitely make her scream. It does me."
She handed me the package, and it was indeed a cock on a belt, or according to the packaging, a strap-on. The size on it though almost had me laughing at the sheer silliness of it, as it seemed way too large for it to be based on any man's tool. Holding it though, made me think of Sammie and if she ever intended to use it on me.
"It's a bit big, isn't it?" I asked her, deciding to try and say something and not make it more awkward.
"A little,' she said, nodding her head. "Your first time with one, isn't it?"
"Yes," I told her, feeling very insecure with such a big thing in my hand.
"Might try this one, then," she told me, handing me another one. The packaging was see through on it, allowing me to see the strap-on inside. It was large, but I'd at least heard of cocks that big before. Checking the packaging, I could see how it belted around the waist like a thong with the cock sticking out like a hardened cock.
"How well does it work?" I asked her, my eyes glued to the package.
"Just like having a real one," she told me. I gave her a nod, but couldn't help feel bad for wondering about using it with Sammie. It went against everything I was ever taught as a Catholic, but, I did love the woman, maybe more than I was supposed to.
In the end, I could only nod my head, deciding that if nothing else, it was a promise to her that I would bring her home. I had to find her, and promised myself that I would.
"Your friend must be pretty special to you," she said, as we moved out of the back room.
"She is," I told her, looking over the front part of the store.
"Does she feel the same way about you?"
"Yes, though I just recently learned of it," I told the Goth. "I had a pretty big blind spot where she was concerned. We'd been friends for years, but I never noticed it before."
"Want some advice?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Don't force the situation," she told me. "Invite her over for a nice meal, some conversation, and lots of wine. Just talk, don't force anything, let the conversation have its own life. If, or more like when, it comes up, just let it happen. When it does start, just flow with it, but don't force yourself down it. You'll hate yourself if you force it."
"Thanks," I told her, giving her a smile as we walked for the door. I saw the bondage gear on the way out, picking up a new set of leather bed restraints and getting a raised eyebrow from the attendant. "Boyfriend broke my last set," I lied, and she laughed. "Now, about some leather," I said, steering things back to where I needed them to be.
After that, I managed to find a few things I knew the store would stock, among them a heavy leather duster that could stand up on its own if propped up right. The other being leather pants and leather shirts that weren't designed to be sexy, but covered up my skin without advertising my underwear to the world.
My leathers bought and the name of the Goth's friend written down, I packed and headed for a nearby phonebooth. Checking the yellow pages, I found the last thing I needed for clothing, and headed for it, glad it wasn't far away. When I got there, I parked out in front of the motorcycle apparel shop and went in, finding and buying more of the spandex shirts I liked for riding. I also bought more shades, finding several mirrored versions with wrap around sides that would completely shield my eyes from view.
I then stopped to a supermarket, picking up some miscellaneous supplies like pen, paper, and such. I had to figure out the logistics of running a convent and get some things sorted out, and though I could remember everything I thought, writing it down was still the best way of showing it to other people. While there, I picked up some other stuff just for Yukie, like socks, underwear, bras, a few pairs of sweats and T-shirts along with a nightie for her to sleep in.
Feeling I had everything, I returned to the motel. With the new car safely parked, I opened the trunk and grabbed the garment bags, and headed for my room. Along the way, I found Cherry making out with a guy beside the ice machine, her small form hidden behind his broad shoulders except for the bare leg she had wrapped around his waist. I ignored the pair, going on to my room and laying everything out on the small table. If it were later in the day, I might have went ahead and snapped back into my body, but since it was only four, decided to stay in Yukie's body a bit longer.
Going back the car for more of my purchases, I again passed Cherry and her man, though this time they had shifted around a bit so I could see Cherry and the untied top of her string bikini. I paused to look at the pair, making sure Cherry was a willing participant before again leaving her to the pre-marital bliss. When I came back through with another load of clothes, this time in store bags, I paused when I heard her moan something about hands. Noting his hands undoing her bikini bottom, I gave a strict 'ahem' to get their attention.
The pair quickly broke apart, giving me a glimpse of Cherry's pink nipples before she could fix her top. She seemed relieved after her initial shock wore off, and quickly tied her top off. "Um, excuse me," she started to say, the ginger haired guy already disappearing around the corner. "Could you not tell my sister about this?"
"Why shouldn't Diamond know her sister is making out with one of the bouncers?" I asked her.
"Because she hates him," she said pleadingly.
"So why do you keep dating him behind your sister's back?"
"Because...because I love him," she said quickly, joining me as I walked back to my room. "He wants to start his own club, but he doesn't have the money to do it. When he does, he wants me to dance there."
"And you're sister doesn't approve of you dancing?" I said, knowing full well Diamond didn't.
"She once threatened to send me to a nunnery if I tried," she said, laughing a bit. "She won't, of course, but she's always been protective of me, but it's gotten even worse since our parents died."
"Your sister cares for you," I told her, putting my bags on the dresser. "Ever think she might know something about him that you don't?" I knew what it was, but it was obvious Diamond had never told her. I didn't feel it my place to interfere with her life, but would if I had to.
"If she does, she should tell me!" Cherry said loudly, then covered her mouth when she looked to the bed. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to disturb your friend."
"It's okay," I told her, looking back to where I slept. "She's like a rock, just don't disturb her and she's fine. But, back to Hans, you really should be careful with the men from the club. I don't trust them, and neither does your sister."
"But she's worked for them for like four years," Cherry countered. "If they were that bad, wouldn't she have left by now? They even made her the manager, and she accepted! What could be so bad?"
I hesitated, wanting to tell her the truth but not wanting to get between her and her sister. Shaking my head, I decided to give her something.
"Duke rapes the girls," I told her, and her mouth fell open in shock. "All the guys in the club were in on it."
"That can't be," she said, when she finally found her voice. "My sister wouldn't have stayed there for four years if she were being raped every day."
"Wouldn't she?" I said, thinking about the trips and life Diamond had paid for. "Your sister is a law student at UCLA, paying for your parents house, sending you on fancy trips with friends from school, and you think she wouldn't trade her happiness for your own?"
"But..." she started to say, then sit in the nearest chair as she began to understand.
"Your sister loves you that much," I told her, thinking of my own sister. I'd go through the whole process Simeon put me through all over again if it brought my sister back. "She took every depravity Duke had and protected you from it. I'm not saying Hans is a bad guy, but don't trust him until you know. Honor your sister that much."
"Alright, I will," Cherry said, giving me a smile. "So, you dance?"
"Me?" I said, blanching a bit at the thought. "I'm just the boss's assistant," I told her, remembering I was in Yukie's body. "I get her stuff and do things. So how about you? Do you dance?"
"I practice some, when my sister's not around," she said, giving a wry smile as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "She doesn't like it when I dance, keeps saying I should go to college."
"She is right, you know," I told her.
"I want to be just like her, though," she said, getting a bit defensive. "I see her practice and I just want to try it."
"Why not come by tomorrow evening, about seven" I told her, giving her a smile. "I'm sure Vixen would love to see you dance."
She smiled at that, and it seemed to perk her spirits up. "Alright," she said, standing up. "And I'll think about what you said," she told me as she left my room.
I followed her out, going back to the car and getting the last of the day's purchases. When I had it all in hand, I locked the car up and moved everything back to my room, finding Diamond knocking on the door. She looked surprised to see Yukie, and I gave her a friendly smile.
"Here to see Vixen?" I asked her, and she nodded.
"I wanted to see...I wanted to see her," she said, catching herself.
"Come in, please," I told her, unlocking the door and showing her inside. Diamond followed me inside, her eyes on my still form under the covers.
"Is that?" she asked, moving slowly closer as if she were a moth drawn to a flame she knew could kill her.
"Me?" I said, shutting the door and locking it. That one word drew her eyes back to me, and the shock was real. "Yeah, it's me. I'm possessing my ghoul, at the moment."
"Ghoul?" Diamond said, backing away as I moved to the window. The sun was almost down, and in a few minutes, I'd transfer back to my own body and let Yukie have hers again.
"Yukie drinks my blood," I told her, when I turned back to face her. "She's stronger than a regular human, but bound to do my bidding."
"Could you do that to anyone?" she asked, backing up again as I moved to sit in a chair. She had no where to go, but I found it somewhat curious and funny.
"Drink my blood, sure," I said, crossing Yukie's legs. "But I won't make another. Yukie will be my last ghoul."
"Why?" she said, her face curious even if she were shaking from fear.
"Because, I hate ripping someone from their life," I told her, bowing my head. "I found my friends, ghouls actually. Brian and Heather had their eyes and tongue ripped out and were tortured. Brian committed suicide and Heather was afraid of her own shadow. I also found my other two ghouls, whom you know as Angel and Amber."
"So, that's why you asked about them," she said quietly.
"Because I had heard that they had been taken, but wasn't sure," I told her, feeling a surge in power. The sun must have set enough for my real body to awaken. "When I heard they had come to see me, I figured it was true."
"But I heard Angel was back," she said, and I nodded.
"Angel is now a card carrying member of the vampire club," I told her. "Not the same kind as me, but similar. Amber was buried alive with a candle to soak up the oxygen in the coffin. She didn't make it."
Diamond slid to the floor at that, her face a mask of complete shock. "She's?"
"I'm sorry," I said, hanging my head. "I've decided that I won't make another ghoul without them first knowing exactly what they're getting into, which means I never make one again. I can't see someone trading their life away and getting nothing but a long life in return. For the rest of her life, Yukie essentially becomes my dog. I can beat her, sell her body and torture her mind but she will have nothing but love for me. It's sickening, really."
"She'll never try to leave?" she said and I shook my head.
"She doesn't have the will to leave," I told her, basically summarizing the life of a ghoul and their blood addiction. "My blood is her addiction. She wants it, trading her life for it. In return, it gives her a long life, heals her wounds, and keeps her alive when someone or something nearly kills her."
"Oh," she said, looking at Yukie curiously. "What's she like?"
"Why don't you meet her," I said, willing myself out of Yukie's body. I woke up under the covers, immediately kicking my way out and putting my feet on the floor as I sat up, somewhat scaring Diamond as Yukie took in her new fancy clothes and manicure.
I was still in my bikini, but was now caked with orange paste. It took a moment to recognize it as the rub in tan that had been applied to me last night, and I give it a wan smile. Looking at Yukie, the woman was still looking at her new clothes, then gave me a smile when she caught my eye.
"I thought you might get me sweats, yes?" she said as she stood and took in the three piece suit in the mirror. "This is, fancy."
"Benefits of being my ghoul," I told her. Going to her wallet and pulling out the remaining stack of hundred dollars bills. I still had most of it, leaving Yukie a couple of thousand dollars. "Tomorrow, while I sleep, I want you to take the money I left you and go get some clothes for yourself."
"Hai," she said, looking at her clothes. I didn't think she liked being in what I had picked out, but she did look good in it, now that I could see it all. "Who is this?"
"Yukie, meet Diamond," I said, introducing my club's new manager. "Diamond, my ghoul Yukie."
"She is not like me?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"She's still human and doesn't drink my blood," I told her.
"Okay," she said, then yawned.
"If you want, you can dress in the nightie I got for you and go to bed," I told her. She nodded, and I showed her the nightie I had picked out for her. She then went into the bathroom and changed, leaving me alone with a somewhat calm Diamond.
"You care for her," she said, and I shrugged.
"As I said, she's almost literally like a dog now," I told her, looking at the bathroom door. "Or maybe a baby. She's tired and now I'm going to tuck her into bed so she can rest."
"I just wanted to see if you were alive or not," she said, pulling the three hundred million dollar check from her cleavage and handing it to me. "I'm glad you're alive though."
"Thanks," I told her, taking the check and ripping it into shreds. I guess I needed to see Venus and let her know I was alive, too.
"Any luck on a building yet, or is it too soon?" she asked me.
"I need to see a woman about signing a lease," I told her, and she broke out in a huge grin just as Yukie let out a shriek of Japanese that made us both look questioningly at the door. It didn't sound good. "I'm hoping that what he has doesn't need a lot of conversion, so Saturday I might gather the guys to go over what needs to be done."
"I'll let them know not to make plans," she said as she drifted for the door. She looked back to me, giving me a look. "I'll see you later," she said, leaving through the door. It seemed as if she wanted to say more or something else, but she just left.
The door had no more closed than Yukie came back out of the bathroom, a little irate. She marched right up to me and let loose a string of Japanese that sounded more like a threat than anything else. I held up my hands, and she stopped, but her arms were crossed.
"I take it you have issues with being waxed?" I asked and she nodded.
"My apologies," I said, and she seemed to calm down. "I'm just not used to having hair there."
She seemed to want to say more, and I nodded my head for her to speak. "Ask next time, Akuma no shōfu," she spat before turning away. She went over to the other side of the bed, and slid under the cover, settling herself in.
I looked at the paste covering my skin, and started to gather some clothes before my shower. It was going to be a long night, not that I had that much to do, but getting the ducks in a row was another matter.
First things first, I needed a shower to get this fake tan off. Then I could start on my night.
(End Chapter)
Author's Note: There comes a time as a writer when you have to admit you have a dirty mind. I admit it, freely, and had several other ideas that I had to go back and rework or remove entirely because they don't fit the narrative I'm trying to build.
How bad could it be, you ask? Well, keep reading.
This omake begins during the conversation Eliza was having with Cherry, Diamond's younger sister. It's how things were originally meant to go before I decided to go a different direction.
(Begin omake)
"Have you ever danced for someone?" I asked her and Cherry shook her head. "When I get done, you can give me a dance. You'll be safe with me."
"Okay!" she said excitedly. "Let me get my stuff from the car. I'll be back in in a minute."
"I'll be waiting," I called as she quickly left the room.
I went back to the car, getting the last of the bags and locking the car up for safety. In my room, after Cherry had locked herself in the bathroom with her gym bag, I began to put stuff away, hanging everything I could and putting the other clothes in the dresser. I could get my rifle and bag after the sun set, but looking around the room, I didn't know where I could hide it. Thinking it over, I decided the best place would be the only place no one would look, and that was under the bed.
Nodding to myself, I settled myself into the room, taking off the coat. Cherry would out in a a bit, so I sat in the provided chair and waited. She was only a few more minutes, coming out in a red and black lace corset hooked by garter straps to stockings. She turned to the mirror, allowing me the chance to look over her clothing and the ostensibly high heels she wore, about twelve inches of them, and the ease she walked in them.
When she ducked back into the bathroom, she came out with a small stereo that had a tape player on it, and set it on top of the dresser. She hit play, then moved closer. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie' began blasting from the stereo, and she quickly began rocking her hips to the beat.
I had to admit, she had an allure, moving her body with grace. I hadn't seen her sister dance yet, but Diamond couldn't be any better than her sister. Cherry moved closer, finally standing over me as she danced. When the song hit the chorus, she ran her hands up and pulled off the cups covering her breasts, letting me again see her pink nipples unspoiled by pasties.
She moved closer, pressing her now bare chest into my face. As with Meredith when she danced for me in the upstairs VIP room, Cherry moved her body slightly and slid her nipple into my lips. I opened my lips and began sucking on it, the small fleshy bit hardening under my lips.
Cherry gasped at my sucking, but didn't pull away immediately. When she finally turned away, it was to turn her backside to me and sit in my lap. She leaned over my shoulder, showing off her boobs to me and the way her nipples now stuck out hard as diamonds. I raised my hands, fondling her breasts as she undulated against me, gasping as I did so.
"Um," she began to say, but I shushed her, making her fall silent even as I felt her up.
She leaned forward, straddling my leg right leg and stretching the fabric of her ample backside. I let my hands drop, as she undulated on my leg a bit before standing up again, just as the song finished. Cherry hit the stop button on the tape deck, and then beamed.
"How was that?"
"Not bad," I told her. "But, um, you're still a bit overdressed."
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking down at her bare breasts.
"You're supposed to strip," I told her, giving her a smile. "Do I need to show you how it's done?"
"Sure," she said, as I stood up. I give her a smile, even though I had to admit I'd never done this myself either. Cherry took my spot on the chair, her breasts still bare. I hit the play button, the next song spinning up. The heavy beat and guitar riffs telling me the tune was 'Born To Be Wild.' I smiled, then began rocking my hips before turning back to Cherry. She had no idea what she was in for.
Before the first words had even started, I had unbuttoned my vest and tossed it on the bed. With each beat of the song, I was undoing the buttons on my shirt, showing off Yukie's bra when I pulled the shirt fully open. Cherry watched with her mouth open as I straddled her lap, and only then did I pull off my shirt, tossing that the way of the vest.
Cherry's eyes seemed glued to my chest as I rose up, rubbing my cleavage into her face as I did so. As the group started the chorus, I undid the bra's snaps, letting the bra fall slowly off on the chorus's slow pace, slowly revealing Yukie's bare boobs to Cherry. One look told me her eyes were glued to my chest, and on the next drum threw the bra aside and shoved a nipple in her mouth. Cherry sucked on it, her eyes looking up to me as she did so. I gave her a smile, cradling her head in close to my chest as I rocked my hips against her ample and bare breasts at the pleasure I felt.
As the rock song started to blare again, I dropped down into her lap, and began rocking my hips over hers, grinding our private parts together briefly before raising my hips to rub at her belly button. I wriggled my hips to drop her attention down, then unbuttoned my pants, showing her my white lacy panties.
She looked up at me, as I stepped back, kicking my Chelsea's off by the dresser, then lost track of her eyes as I turned around and bent down, Yukie's long hair pooling at my feet as I stretched myself for her to see, then slid my pants off my hips to fall down my Yukie's toned legs. I caught Cherry's eyeing my butt from my bent over position, her eyes following my hands after I ran them up and down my bare legs a few times. I knew the song as almost over, so I pulled Yukie's panties down, exposing her labia to Cherry's eyes just as the song ended.
Instead of hitting the stop button, I let the tape continue as it began to play 'Sweet Dreams,' the guitar riff of Marilyn Manson bringing a big smile to my face as I rose up. Cherry swallowed, as I stepped out of my pants and panties and walked nude back to her. I sat on her lap, pressing our bare breasts together, our nipples briefly touching as I rose to bury her face in my cleavage. Her eyes looked to mine, and I smiled at her slack jawed look. I slipped twisted my body a bit, pressing a nipple into her mouth, her mouth closing as she began to suckle like a baby.
I moaned at the pleasure, then turned my chest to the other side so she could suckle on the other one, her eyes never leaving mine. After letting her suckle a bit, I let myself fall, rubbing our bodies together until I was sitting on her lap. Letting my hands roam over her corset, I then decided to go further.
Sliding off her lap, I knelt in front of her and pulled on her knees a bit, sliding her to the edge of the chair. Moving my head down by her knees, I breathed on her inner thighs. Looking up at her, I could see the flush in her cheeks caused by her excitement. Moving closer to her panties, I could see her start to pant a little. When my lips brushed her panties, she closed her eyes, trying to shut out the excitement she was feeling. I could hear her light moans as she panted, feel her thighs quake from the lust she was feeling, then with a single lick, pushed her over the edge.
In a moment, her thighs closed around my head as she climaxed, giving a brief shriek of alarm before falling silent again. When she finally opened her eyes, I gave her a grin.
"That's what it means to give a good lap dance," I told her, reaching over and stopping the tape.
"That was awesome," Cherry said, still panting as I stood in front of her. I wanted to cross my arms to cover my chest, but put my hands on my hips instead. I wanted to portray that I knew what I was doing, not ashamed of myself.
"So, are you ashamed of your body?" I asked her, cocking a hip.
"No," she said quickly, then looked down at her corset. With a sigh, she undid the corset, then unsnapped the garters before standing and slipping it over her hips. I give a look to her panties, and she wriggled them off too, standing there in only her stockings and heels, before she blushed and covered her breasts with her arms.
"Okay, so I am slightly embarrassed," she admitted. "But, you've danced before!"
"Actually, that was my first time," I told her. "But there are truths about what the girls go through that you haven't heard of."
"Then I should know," she said. "So show me if you can't tell me."
I smiled, my eyes going to the dresser drawer that held my toy from the Goth store. "Are you sure you want to know?" I asked her.
"Sure," she said, but I had a feeling it was false bravado.
"Then come on," I said, motioning towards the sink. "I need to show you in here."
Cherry moved to the sink, slowly stepping around me. I bent over after she walked past, pulling the toy out of the dresser before falling in step behind her and undoing the packaging. Cherry had no idea what to expect, so I flicked on the light over the sink, keeping the toy hidden behind her back.
"Now, wash your hands thoroughly," I told her, knowing she'd be distracted for a minute while she tried to figure out the significance of washing her hands.
As the water ran, and she began to scrub on her hands, I pulled my toy out and tossed the packaging back to the carpet where it landed without a sound. The toy unrolled soundlessly, showing me it's thong like construction, and I slipped my feet into it while keeping it raised and hidden from her sight.
"Keep washing," I said, when the water cut off. Cherry gave a huff, but turned the water back on, and I adjusted the belts to be tighter. With the strap-on positioned and tight around my hips, I grabbed Cherry by the hips.
"What?" she said, looking at me in the mirror.
"Are you ready to experience what every girl at Four-Play has?" I said, pushing down on Cherry's hips until she was leaning on the counter.
"What is it?" she said, then I pressed the strap-on against her pussy.
She looked back to me, fear in her eyes. "Do you want it?" I asked her, voice growling a bit. "Duke fucked every girl at Four-Play, including your sister, breaking them on his black leather couch. Ready to get broke in like your sister?"
"No, she would have said something!" Cherry said, frantic.
"Why?" I asked her, bending over to growl in her ear. "The mortgage was due, there was no money, all she had was a fake ID that was easy to spot and a body to sell. She went to Duke's to make money and Duke took every advantage."
"I don't believe you!" she said, tears in her eyes. "She would have said something!"
I kept rubbing the strap-on against her, but didn't press it in. I wouldn't go that far, but I wanted to get my point across. She was safe with me, as I promised, but I'd do Diamond a favor and teach her about the sordid world of dancing as I knew it under Duke.
"Did she ever come home crying?" I asked, holding Cherry down by the shoulders now. It would make violating so easy right now that she was sobbing as she awaited what was to come. She couldn't get herself free. "She ever recoil when you surprise her? Have strange bruises on her arms or get angry for no reason?"
"It's rough!" she said, crying. "She even has a special powder to help her handle it!"
"Coke," I said, naming it. "Takes the edge off, right? Helps her forget what that bastard did to her."
"What are you going to do to me?!" she sobbed as I held her down.
"You wanted to know," I told her. "Want me to show you now?"
(End Omake)
And that's as far as I got before I realized I was about to start writing a porno. Not my best work, but not my worst either.
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