Call Me Sarah
Chapter Five
Sarah examined her reflection in the store mirror. "Perfect. I'll take it. No need to bag it, I'm going to wear it out." She looked around the dark, empty store and smiled. "Gee, it's a shame there's no one here to take my money." She whistled a jaunty tune and headed toward the back door of the store. She smiled again as she heard the wailing sirens in the distance. She stealthily crept through the door that she had broken open and disappeared into the neighboring shadows.
"This is counterculture." A gravelly voice chanted loudly in the room. "From the underground. Eternal revolution, this is how it sounds." Sarah looked around in interest at the bodies that were dancing and sweating to KMFDM.
All the eyes in the smoky club were riveted to her the second she walked through the door. She was a vision in head to toe black and their eyes traced the outline of her figure. Thick-soled black boots peeked out from under skintight black leather pants. Her black push up bra was visible under her very sheer red lace top. A large silver cross dangled in the cleft of her breasts, matching the large silver hoops that she wore. Her hair was down and straight, and black sunglasses completed the ensemble.
She smirked as she checked out the dark club. Hard alternative rock blasted from the wall-to-wall speakers and a large crowd of men and women, mostly students from Salem U, were gyrating to the heavy beat. {Finally, my kinda scene.} Sarah thought, looking out at the alternative crowd. She wasted no time and jumped onto the packed dance floor. It wasn't long before she had company.
Brady had been driving around Look-Out Point for over thirty minutes when finally he spotted him. He'd been to enough of Salem High's basketball games to recognize Jason Masters from a distance. Brady didn't stop to wonder why Jason was walking down the dark, deserted street, but instead immediately pulled to the side of the road.
Jason jumped nervously when the mysterious van came to a screeching halt not even a couple of feet away from him. The door flew open and he recognized the driver as Belle Black's older brother Brady.
"Where is she?" Brady darkly demanded.
Jason held the handkerchief to his nose and turned puzzled eyes toward Brady. "Who?"
Brady exited the van with a heavy sigh. He didn't have time for this. He stopped inches in front of Jason and gifted him with his meanest scowl. "Chloe Lane." He replied simply.
Jason wiped his nose and Brady could see the blood streaming steadily from it. He quickly took in the kid's dirty and ragged appearance and vaguely wondered what had happened to him. Jason simply rolled his eyes. "How the HELL should I know where that freak is?!" he spit out angrily.
Brady simply grabbed Jason's tuxedo front and lifted him bodily off the ground. "I know you were with her. Now where is she?"
Jason struggled uselessly against Brady's superior strength. "She took off, nearly an hour ago."
Brady let the punk go and Jason clamped down on his nose with the linen, trying vainly to stop the bleeding. "What happened?" Brady asked.
"The b*tch hit me! Stole my car, too. I think she broke my nose."
Brady scowled darkly. "Call her that again and I promise you it won't be the only broken bone in your body." His voice took on a dark, ominous tone and he stepped closer to Jason. "Besides, I'm thinking she had a good reason for hitting you. What did you do to her?"
"Whoa!" Jason cried out. "I'm innocent in this. She came on to me! I'm hangin with my friends in the parking lot, when she comes up to me, comin on all hot n heavy, promising me a good time. Says she wants to have fun, wants to know where the fun places are. So we're ridin in my car, I'm tryin to get my thing on and she keeps putting me off. She wants to party and wants to know where the clubs are and stuff. Finally I mention The Underground, but I don't know where it is cause it changes locations like every month."
Jason paused to tilt his head back while Brady impatiently glared at him, waiting for him to finish the story. "She gets all b*tchy and acts like she's gonna leave, so finally I tell her that I'll take her to a great place and she calms down. So I take her to here, thinkin', you know, and she just loses it!"
Brady stared in disgust at the kid. "So basically, you lied to her. You knew she didn't want to come here, but you brought her here anyway." He resisted the urge to beat the brat into a bloody pulp. He still needed to know where Chloe was.
"She knew what she was doin. She wanted it. And I was going to give it to her."
Brady's eyes blazed blue fire and his jaw clenched. He took a menacing step toward him and Jason paled visibly. "You f*cking pr*ck! You better not have touched her, or I swear to God, you will pay." He said quietly, his deep voice resonating with the anger he felt.
Jason's knees knocked and he stumbled backwards. "Nothing happened, I swear! As soon as she saw where we were, she went ballistic and punched me. I got out of the car to calm her down and that's when she jumped in and took off. My parents are gonna kill me, that car was brand new! Aww man. So, anyway, she's gone and I'm stuck walking home."
Brady digested the information and hopped into his van. "Wait!" Jason called after him. "You aren't just gonna leave me here?!"
Brady thought about it for a second. "Yeah, actually I am. I think you need some time to think about how to treat women." He replied and then roared off down the highway, leaving Jason to walk the rest of the way home.
{The Underground. Hmmm} Brady thought as he tried to think about where Chloe could be. {I guess it's as good a place as any to start my search. But where is it?} He then thought of some friends of his at Salem U who might know where the club was currently located. He looked at his speedometer and floored the accelerator, an urgent voice in the back of his head telling him to hurry.
Sarah moved her body with abandon to the driving beat of Nine Inch Nail's "Closer". The three gorgeous guys she was currently dancing with didn't seem to mind. In fact, as she ground her body against one of the men, it was very obvious that they were all having a very good time. The four were intertwined in one moving, undulating mass of limbs. Their dance grew more erotic by the second as the men acted on every excuse to touch Sarah's lithe body. Sarah wasn't complaining.
The song ended, unfortunately for the three boys as Sarah pulled away from them. She smiled seductively and spoke in a husky voice. "So, which one of you fine men wants to buy me a drink?"
The nearest of the three, a blue-eyed boy with glossy black hair replied in a thick Southern drawl. "Name yer poison, darlin." He said with a wink.
Sarah appeared to ponder the question. "Bring me a vodka." She finally decided. "Nothing in it, oh and bring the whole bottle."
The guy soon came back with a bottle and a shot glass. "Oh, I don't need a glass." Sarah told him. "This is how I take my shots." She then grabbed the startled boy and poured the vodka into his open mouth. She then quickly sucked the alcohol out of his mouth, using her own luscious lips and tongue, all before the guy had the chance to swallow.
"See?" Sarah exclaimed as she slowly wiped the corners her mouth with her fingertips. "So." she grinned mischievously. ".who's next?"
"Hey, Josh. Sorry to interrupt your studying, but it's real important. Where's The Underground?"
The cute redhead pushed his glasses up his freckled nose. "Sorry, Brady, I don't know where it's at this month. But wait, the guy at the student store knows - Steve - ask him. Oh, and he'll ask for a password. It's. hold on.counterculture, that's it."
Brady snorted in derision. "Please. Passwords? How James Bond can you get?"
"I know, but they've been shut down before by the cops; this way, they can control who's coming to the club. Anyway, Steve will give you the directions."
"Alright. Thanks, man. Catch ya later."
Thirty minutes later, after finally tracking the Steve guy down and getting directions, Brady was back in his van on his way to The Underground. {Come on, Brady, faster.} His mind flashed against his will, replaying the horrible scene from earlier that night. He saw again the stunned shock in Chloe's large luminous eyes as the site was revealed. His gut twisted as he remembered the naked pain in her eyes when she thought that he had been responsible for the cruel prank. They had locked eyes for an eternal moment and he could see, could feel the raw hurt in her soul. She actually believed that he had betrayed her. It had been too much for her fragile psyche, so she went away to be replaced by "Sarah". Chloe's last thought, before her personality fled into the dark, was of Brady's betrayal. And that knowledge was killing Brady.
{I've got to find her. I have to get "Chloe" back. She has to know it wasn't me, that I would never.} Brady shook off his anxious thoughts and floored the accelerator as grim determination settled over him. He was completely focused on finding Chloe, quickly. Which is why he didn't see the parked police cruiser.
Brady quickly saw the blue lights flashing in his rear view mirror and scorched the air with a string of inventive curses that might have won him a contest, if such cursing contests existed. He sighed heavily and dutifully pulled his van over to the side of the road, his heartbeat racing under the growing pressure to find Chloe.
Several empty bottles of vodka stood on the cheap table of the nearly deserted club. Of Sarah's three dates, one was lying on the floor having recently passed out. Another was retching violently in a corner. Only one of them actually seemed to be okay, though he had obviously been drinking heavily. It was the beautiful blue-eyed southern boy. His suggestive smile had an edge of impatience to it.
The four of them had been partying all night, well after the other patrons had left the club. Sure, the drinking and dancing had been fun, but now he wondered if that was all they were going to do. This Sarah chick was a hot little number and she'd been sending heavy signals from the first instant their eyes locked. His blood pounded and his mind raced, envisioning the things he'd like to do with her, to her. But aside from heavy flirting and mild touching there had been absolutely nothing. The guy wondered how much more he could take.
Sarah took another deep drought of the clear liquid, loving the familiar burn as it flowed down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked around the near empty club. {Okay, girl, you've had your fun. But remember, you're here for a reason. Time to get down to business.}
She looked around and noted the condition of her three dates with mild curiosity. "Well, it's been fun.." she called out, "but I gotta go. Catch ya later." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned and walked out the door into the side alley.
"WAIT!" a loud male voice called out behind her.
She turned casually to see Mr. Blue-eyed boy behind her, anger written across his features. She simply cocked an eyebrow in reply.
"That's it?!" he cried coming up to her with a menacing scowl on his face. "You come on to us all night long, drinking booze that WE buy for you and now you're just gonna leave? I don't think so." He said with a dark sneer, as his eyes traveled meaningfully over her body.
"You owe us. It's time to pay."
Chapter Five
Sarah examined her reflection in the store mirror. "Perfect. I'll take it. No need to bag it, I'm going to wear it out." She looked around the dark, empty store and smiled. "Gee, it's a shame there's no one here to take my money." She whistled a jaunty tune and headed toward the back door of the store. She smiled again as she heard the wailing sirens in the distance. She stealthily crept through the door that she had broken open and disappeared into the neighboring shadows.
"This is counterculture." A gravelly voice chanted loudly in the room. "From the underground. Eternal revolution, this is how it sounds." Sarah looked around in interest at the bodies that were dancing and sweating to KMFDM.
All the eyes in the smoky club were riveted to her the second she walked through the door. She was a vision in head to toe black and their eyes traced the outline of her figure. Thick-soled black boots peeked out from under skintight black leather pants. Her black push up bra was visible under her very sheer red lace top. A large silver cross dangled in the cleft of her breasts, matching the large silver hoops that she wore. Her hair was down and straight, and black sunglasses completed the ensemble.
She smirked as she checked out the dark club. Hard alternative rock blasted from the wall-to-wall speakers and a large crowd of men and women, mostly students from Salem U, were gyrating to the heavy beat. {Finally, my kinda scene.} Sarah thought, looking out at the alternative crowd. She wasted no time and jumped onto the packed dance floor. It wasn't long before she had company.
Brady had been driving around Look-Out Point for over thirty minutes when finally he spotted him. He'd been to enough of Salem High's basketball games to recognize Jason Masters from a distance. Brady didn't stop to wonder why Jason was walking down the dark, deserted street, but instead immediately pulled to the side of the road.
Jason jumped nervously when the mysterious van came to a screeching halt not even a couple of feet away from him. The door flew open and he recognized the driver as Belle Black's older brother Brady.
"Where is she?" Brady darkly demanded.
Jason held the handkerchief to his nose and turned puzzled eyes toward Brady. "Who?"
Brady exited the van with a heavy sigh. He didn't have time for this. He stopped inches in front of Jason and gifted him with his meanest scowl. "Chloe Lane." He replied simply.
Jason wiped his nose and Brady could see the blood streaming steadily from it. He quickly took in the kid's dirty and ragged appearance and vaguely wondered what had happened to him. Jason simply rolled his eyes. "How the HELL should I know where that freak is?!" he spit out angrily.
Brady simply grabbed Jason's tuxedo front and lifted him bodily off the ground. "I know you were with her. Now where is she?"
Jason struggled uselessly against Brady's superior strength. "She took off, nearly an hour ago."
Brady let the punk go and Jason clamped down on his nose with the linen, trying vainly to stop the bleeding. "What happened?" Brady asked.
"The b*tch hit me! Stole my car, too. I think she broke my nose."
Brady scowled darkly. "Call her that again and I promise you it won't be the only broken bone in your body." His voice took on a dark, ominous tone and he stepped closer to Jason. "Besides, I'm thinking she had a good reason for hitting you. What did you do to her?"
"Whoa!" Jason cried out. "I'm innocent in this. She came on to me! I'm hangin with my friends in the parking lot, when she comes up to me, comin on all hot n heavy, promising me a good time. Says she wants to have fun, wants to know where the fun places are. So we're ridin in my car, I'm tryin to get my thing on and she keeps putting me off. She wants to party and wants to know where the clubs are and stuff. Finally I mention The Underground, but I don't know where it is cause it changes locations like every month."
Jason paused to tilt his head back while Brady impatiently glared at him, waiting for him to finish the story. "She gets all b*tchy and acts like she's gonna leave, so finally I tell her that I'll take her to a great place and she calms down. So I take her to here, thinkin', you know, and she just loses it!"
Brady stared in disgust at the kid. "So basically, you lied to her. You knew she didn't want to come here, but you brought her here anyway." He resisted the urge to beat the brat into a bloody pulp. He still needed to know where Chloe was.
"She knew what she was doin. She wanted it. And I was going to give it to her."
Brady's eyes blazed blue fire and his jaw clenched. He took a menacing step toward him and Jason paled visibly. "You f*cking pr*ck! You better not have touched her, or I swear to God, you will pay." He said quietly, his deep voice resonating with the anger he felt.
Jason's knees knocked and he stumbled backwards. "Nothing happened, I swear! As soon as she saw where we were, she went ballistic and punched me. I got out of the car to calm her down and that's when she jumped in and took off. My parents are gonna kill me, that car was brand new! Aww man. So, anyway, she's gone and I'm stuck walking home."
Brady digested the information and hopped into his van. "Wait!" Jason called after him. "You aren't just gonna leave me here?!"
Brady thought about it for a second. "Yeah, actually I am. I think you need some time to think about how to treat women." He replied and then roared off down the highway, leaving Jason to walk the rest of the way home.
{The Underground. Hmmm} Brady thought as he tried to think about where Chloe could be. {I guess it's as good a place as any to start my search. But where is it?} He then thought of some friends of his at Salem U who might know where the club was currently located. He looked at his speedometer and floored the accelerator, an urgent voice in the back of his head telling him to hurry.
Sarah moved her body with abandon to the driving beat of Nine Inch Nail's "Closer". The three gorgeous guys she was currently dancing with didn't seem to mind. In fact, as she ground her body against one of the men, it was very obvious that they were all having a very good time. The four were intertwined in one moving, undulating mass of limbs. Their dance grew more erotic by the second as the men acted on every excuse to touch Sarah's lithe body. Sarah wasn't complaining.
The song ended, unfortunately for the three boys as Sarah pulled away from them. She smiled seductively and spoke in a husky voice. "So, which one of you fine men wants to buy me a drink?"
The nearest of the three, a blue-eyed boy with glossy black hair replied in a thick Southern drawl. "Name yer poison, darlin." He said with a wink.
Sarah appeared to ponder the question. "Bring me a vodka." She finally decided. "Nothing in it, oh and bring the whole bottle."
The guy soon came back with a bottle and a shot glass. "Oh, I don't need a glass." Sarah told him. "This is how I take my shots." She then grabbed the startled boy and poured the vodka into his open mouth. She then quickly sucked the alcohol out of his mouth, using her own luscious lips and tongue, all before the guy had the chance to swallow.
"See?" Sarah exclaimed as she slowly wiped the corners her mouth with her fingertips. "So." she grinned mischievously. ".who's next?"
"Hey, Josh. Sorry to interrupt your studying, but it's real important. Where's The Underground?"
The cute redhead pushed his glasses up his freckled nose. "Sorry, Brady, I don't know where it's at this month. But wait, the guy at the student store knows - Steve - ask him. Oh, and he'll ask for a password. It's. hold on.counterculture, that's it."
Brady snorted in derision. "Please. Passwords? How James Bond can you get?"
"I know, but they've been shut down before by the cops; this way, they can control who's coming to the club. Anyway, Steve will give you the directions."
"Alright. Thanks, man. Catch ya later."
Thirty minutes later, after finally tracking the Steve guy down and getting directions, Brady was back in his van on his way to The Underground. {Come on, Brady, faster.} His mind flashed against his will, replaying the horrible scene from earlier that night. He saw again the stunned shock in Chloe's large luminous eyes as the site was revealed. His gut twisted as he remembered the naked pain in her eyes when she thought that he had been responsible for the cruel prank. They had locked eyes for an eternal moment and he could see, could feel the raw hurt in her soul. She actually believed that he had betrayed her. It had been too much for her fragile psyche, so she went away to be replaced by "Sarah". Chloe's last thought, before her personality fled into the dark, was of Brady's betrayal. And that knowledge was killing Brady.
{I've got to find her. I have to get "Chloe" back. She has to know it wasn't me, that I would never.} Brady shook off his anxious thoughts and floored the accelerator as grim determination settled over him. He was completely focused on finding Chloe, quickly. Which is why he didn't see the parked police cruiser.
Brady quickly saw the blue lights flashing in his rear view mirror and scorched the air with a string of inventive curses that might have won him a contest, if such cursing contests existed. He sighed heavily and dutifully pulled his van over to the side of the road, his heartbeat racing under the growing pressure to find Chloe.
Several empty bottles of vodka stood on the cheap table of the nearly deserted club. Of Sarah's three dates, one was lying on the floor having recently passed out. Another was retching violently in a corner. Only one of them actually seemed to be okay, though he had obviously been drinking heavily. It was the beautiful blue-eyed southern boy. His suggestive smile had an edge of impatience to it.
The four of them had been partying all night, well after the other patrons had left the club. Sure, the drinking and dancing had been fun, but now he wondered if that was all they were going to do. This Sarah chick was a hot little number and she'd been sending heavy signals from the first instant their eyes locked. His blood pounded and his mind raced, envisioning the things he'd like to do with her, to her. But aside from heavy flirting and mild touching there had been absolutely nothing. The guy wondered how much more he could take.
Sarah took another deep drought of the clear liquid, loving the familiar burn as it flowed down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked around the near empty club. {Okay, girl, you've had your fun. But remember, you're here for a reason. Time to get down to business.}
She looked around and noted the condition of her three dates with mild curiosity. "Well, it's been fun.." she called out, "but I gotta go. Catch ya later." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned and walked out the door into the side alley.
"WAIT!" a loud male voice called out behind her.
She turned casually to see Mr. Blue-eyed boy behind her, anger written across his features. She simply cocked an eyebrow in reply.
"That's it?!" he cried coming up to her with a menacing scowl on his face. "You come on to us all night long, drinking booze that WE buy for you and now you're just gonna leave? I don't think so." He said with a dark sneer, as his eyes traveled meaningfully over her body.
"You owe us. It's time to pay."