The cold air whipped against her legs, pulling the long coat away from her pale flesh. The fishnets added little warmth to her costume, neither did the leather corset or the knee high boots. Mark was late, as always. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall.
He knew where to meet her. It was always the same place. The Dark Shade Motel, room 13. This was where he had always brought her, and where she had turned him into a slave by letting him think she was his.
She took her coat off, feeling him near the door. He entered without knocking. The door was unlocked.
"Oh baby..." he said, interrupted as the coat fell from her bare shoulders.
Typhoid turned to him, a wicked smile on her ruby red lips. Half her face painted white, her crimson hair falling in braided waves, wildly framing her face. She wore a black, leather corset, a pair of fishnet stockings and a thong that matched the corset. It hugged her hips, curving around her body and disappearing between the perfect cheeks of her round buttocks. A pair of boots clung to her calves, laced up to her knees. Black patent leather, of course. She had to match. Hanging from her hips, her belt dangled, and from that, a pair of foot long blades which glimmered in the light.
"Baby doll?" Mark was confused. He had never seen her like this. Until she met him, as far as he knew, she only wore pure, white cotton, and was a virgin. Now, he was doubting that. "Is this a game?"
She smirked at him and let a small chuckle moved from her throat as she watched him. "Yes... You could call it that..." she licked her teeth. The tip of her pink tongue moved across the white enamel as she eyed him. She inched towards him, her shoulders and her hips moving with a swift, sultry movement.
Her movements startled Stein. They were like a cat, a hungry, hunting cat. Completely with predatory glare and a hungry growl. He backed into the door as she licked her lips, inches away from him now.
"C'mon baby, don't you like me like this?" she purred, licking his neck. Her tongue moving slowly, carefully up over the stubbled skin. It tickled her tongue. "Don't you like me like this?" she pressed closer.
Her hips pressed into his as she took the collar of his blazer and ripped it from his shoulders, pushing it down over his arms in a violent gesture. She let out a growl and licked his neck again, her hands ripping at his shirt, busting the buttons as her other hand took the tie, ripping it from his neck.
Stein shivered and tried to turn the door knob, but Typhoid was faster. Her hand clamped the deadbolt across and she ripped his half naked body away from the door, tossing him to the bed.
"What's the matter, baby?" she purred, her hips swaying as she sauntered over to him, licking her lips hungrily. "I thought you liked it rough?"
Typhoid straddled Mark's hips and ground her hips into his, licking her teeth, a sadistic smirk on her red mouth. She moved down, over his body, moving her lips down his skin, teasing him with her tongue. Stein's body arched into her as she undid his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his swollen member. She licked her lips and winked at him.
"Don't worry," she purred to him, crawling up his body, raking her nails over his skin. "There's nothing to fear... Well, other than me..." she snapped her teeth in his ear.
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