Call Me Sarah
Chapter Six
Sarah took a casual swig from the half empty vodka bottle cradled in her hand. She turned disinterested eyes toward the Southern Boy and waited impatiently for him to continue his speech.
"I don't think so, b*tch! You owe us, and now you're going to pay." He threatened ominously while taking a slow, deliberate step toward her.
"Come on man, we don't need this." Southern Boy's friend spoke up from behind him. He stood clutching his queasy, heaving stomach in the doorway of the club. "Let's go find some other tail." He offered.
"No." Southern Boy replied angrily, an ugly sneer across his hard face. "No, she's been asking for this all night - sending us signals, teasing us. That's what you are, isn't it?" he directed his drunken question at Sarah. "A G*d d*mn c*cktease!" he spat at her.
Sarah spun and in one single fluid motion cracked the end of the liquor bottle against a pole. The liquid poured freely out of the broken bottle. She grinned evilly and held the jagged, business end of the bottle toward Southern Boy. "Come over here and say that." She challenged huskily.
Southern Boy's friend backed up, scared by the dark turn of events. "Look, I'm leaving man." He told his friend. "If you're smart, you'll do the same."
But Southern Boy held his ground. He wasn't the least bit daunted by Sarah's threatening stance, but instead smiled his own evil grin. "So the b*tch wants to play, huh?" he quipped. He reached into the back pocket of his tight black jeans and pulled out a black pocketknife. He clicked it open to reveal a long, deadly looking blade.
"Fine with me." He smiled as he advanced on her.
"Thank you, officer." Brady bit out through clenched teeth, an insincere smile plastered on his face. He waited impatiently for the policeman to drive off before keying the ignition. He scowled darkly at the speeding ticket he had received.
"Three hundred bucks. And thirty minutes wasted."
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his chaotic emotions. {It could have been worse, Brady.} he reminded himself. Despite appearances to the contrary, luck had been with Brady tonight. The officer's computer had been down leaving him unable to check Brady's history. If he had, he might have learned that this was the same Brady Black who had been in trouble with the law many times and who had recently sued the police department for one million dollars. Things could have gone much worse for Brady this evening.
{It's okay, Brady. Shake it off. Just focus on finding her.} he told himself as he roared down the highway, remembering to keep his speed down.
Sarah dropped the bottle to crash on the broken pavement. She backed up slowly and threw her hands up in the air. She soon found herself backed up against a brick wall with nowhere else to go.
"I'll do anything you want." She pleaded, terror reflected in her wide blue eyes. "Just don't hurt me."
But Southern Boy continued his evil advance. "Oh, it's way too late for that, darling." He replied darkly as he pressed himself against her long, curving body. With methodical slowness he traced the contours of her trembling face with the sharp point of his knife. He brought the point to rest in the cleft beneath her throat.
He brought his free hand up to caress her silky hair. "Why must you girls always make this so difficult?" he asked in a soft sinister whisper as he pressed up against her body.
"You mean I'm not your first rape? I'm hurt." Sarah replied with characteristic sarcasm as she quickly brought her knee up to land firmly in his crotch.
Southern Boy groaned and doubled over in pain. Sarah wasted on time in snatching the knife out of his slack grasp. Then, with a dark smile, she went on the attack.
"You men are all the same." She declared as she rained down blows on his face and chest. "You think because you're a man and you have needs that you can just take whatever you want, whoever you want and it doesn't matter - that she said no - it doesn't matter that she's only thirteen - it doesn't matter that she's your daughter - you do it anyway just to satisfy your f*cking sick desires!" she screamed at him.
Southern Boy staggered under her relentless attack. Fear hammered at his heart. {This girl's insane!} Sarah finished him with a spinning kick that left him sprawled on the pavement. He looked up with terrified eyes to see her advancing on him, brandishing his knife. A wild fire in her eyes.
"Please," he begged. "Don't kill me."
She simply smiled and gracefully pulled her arm back. With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the knife at him. He closed his eyes as the knife hurtled through the air toward him, blade first.
He slowly opened his eyes to see the blade handle sticking up out of the ground between his legs, having just missed his crotch.
"D*mn." Sarah muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I missed."
Southern Boy's eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped in a dead faint.
"Wow, Sarah. You're just having all kinds of fun tonight." She said aloud as she stood admiring her handiwork.
"Chloe!" Sarah heard a voice from behind her. She spun to see Brady coming up to her, relief clearly visible on his handsome features.
"Thank God I found you." He panted heavily. "Are you okay?" he looked down with mild interest at the unconscious boy.
"Well, if it isn't Boy Scout to the rescue." Sarah quipped with a mocking salute.
Brady ignored her and took her hand in his. "I'm taking you back to my place." He said simply, leaving no room for argument.
Sarah's eyes traveled over Brady's figure, liking the way his clothes hung on his athletic frame. His tuxedo jacket was long gone and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone, providing her with just a peak at his muscular chest.
"Sounds like fun." She agreed with a wink.
The ride to the penthouse was long due to an awkward silence that filled the van. Brady kept stealing glances at the girl who sat beside him. He marveled at the changes that had come over her in just a short period of time. Her clothes, her attitude - everything seemed to be different. {That's because she is different, Brady. She's not the Chloe you know - she's someone else.} he tried to remind himself.
Finally the two stood inside the penthouse apartment. Sarah looked around the spacious apartment and its fine furnishings. "This is your place? Not bad." She gazed appreciatively at Brady's hard body. {Not bad at all.}
But Brady paid her no attention. He looked around the empty penthouse in question - where was everyone? "Dad! Marlena!" he called loudly, hoping against hope for a response. Nothing.
"Oh, don't tell me you live with your parents!" Sarah groaned in derision.
Brady simply ignored her. This was not good. He had expected someone to be here. How was he supposed to help Chloe all by himself? He looked over at Sarah and smiled nervously.
She returned his smile and groaned inwardly. {Looks like I'm going to have to make the first move.} She put a trembling hand to her forehead and swayed unsteadily on her feet. Brady swiftly caught her in his arms.
"Are you okay?" Concern shone in his blue eyes.
Sarah nodded shakily. "I just had a little too much to drink, that's all."
"Come on, you can crash in my room." And picking her up in his strong arms, he gently carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. They entered his room and as he was laying her down on his bed, his head fell forward, barely inches away from hers. She chose that moment to act and reaching up, kissed him full on the lips.
Her moist tongue darted between his open lips and immediately began a probe of his mouth. Stunned by her sudden kiss, Brady fell forward onto the bed to land firmly on top of Sarah's body.
Brady's head spun, reeling from the onslaught of sensation. He tried to pull back, to clear his mind - what was happening here?
But Sarah snaked her hand around the back of his muscular neck and pulled him closer to her. Her undulating, writhing tongue flirted with his, initiating that ancient rhythm, pulsating in and out. In and out. In and out.
Brady was lost. His mind shut down as his body took control. His blood raced, pounding in his head, roaring in his ears. He shifted his body and took over the primordial dance.
Sarah closed her eyes and moaned, sensing the change in him as he shifted from passive spectator to the aggressor. She ground her hips up to greet his as she deftly stripped his shirt off of his chiseled chest. She admired his toned arms and torso, running her hands over the hills and valleys of his tanned flesh.
"Ohhhh" she moaned when he let up his delicious assault on her mouth to trail his tongue down the contours of her neck, stopping to kiss the hollow of her collarbone. Her large sapphire eyes lost their focus when he somehow, amazingly found that one special spot on her neck. He nibbled there with teasing teeth and licking lips as all of her nerves were set tingling with hot fire.
Brady acted on pure instinct, his rational brain having ceased to function minutes ago. This was just too unbelievable. It had been so long, since he had been this close to a woman. In fact not long ago he had feared that he never would again due to his paralysis. But now, not only was he half naked in bed with a beautiful, passionately willing woman, that woman just happened to be Chloe - a girl who had haunted his deepest dreams and been the object of his unconscious desires since their very first meeting.
He recaptured her full lips and groaned as her long manicured fingernails flicked over his ripped abs. Her slender hands slipped under the waist of his dress slacks.
"MMMM" she moaned when her fingers found the object of their search. "VERY not bad." She smiled, observing his reaction to her ministrations.
His blue eyes glossed over, his passions raging out of control. His hands began their own exploration of her luscious body as he buried his face in the crook of her fragrant neck.
"chloe." he moaned aloud, entranced in the moment.
Sarah tensed momentarily, before once again relaxing. "Chloe, huh?" she spoke in that voice that was so strange to his ears. "Hey, whatever starts your engine is fine with me."
Her statement was a bucket of ice water splashed on his burning body. He paused, reality setting in, rational thought once again taking control. {This isn't Chloe.} he told himself as he fought to calm his raging passions. {This isn't right - you can't take advantage of her like this. You'd be no better than that Jason punk.}
Guilt and self-loathing crawled over him as he realized what he had almost done. He had sought to help Chloe, not hurt her. This act of passion would have been a horrible violation of her body, never mind that Sarah was willing; it's Chloe who has to live with the consequences.
He quickly pulled away from Sarah, noticing the confusion on her face. "I'm sorry. We can't. I didn't bring you here for this. I brought you here because you need help, Chloe - Sarah." He corrected hastily.
Sarah's confusion turned to unbridled rage. How dare he refuse her? She slapped him viciously, raking her nails across his skin. In a single jump she was off the bed and in front of him. She savagely kicked his kneecap, causing him to stumble back against his desk.
He fell to the floor, wincing as the old familiar pain shot up his legs and into his back. {Please God} he begged {not again!} But it was useless as the numbness settled over his legs and he knew it would be minutes before he could move them again.
She stood looking down on her fallen foe, blue fire flashing in her eyes. "You're wrong." She stated quietly. "I don't need help. I need revenge."
And then she was gone.
Chapter Six
Sarah took a casual swig from the half empty vodka bottle cradled in her hand. She turned disinterested eyes toward the Southern Boy and waited impatiently for him to continue his speech.
"I don't think so, b*tch! You owe us, and now you're going to pay." He threatened ominously while taking a slow, deliberate step toward her.
"Come on man, we don't need this." Southern Boy's friend spoke up from behind him. He stood clutching his queasy, heaving stomach in the doorway of the club. "Let's go find some other tail." He offered.
"No." Southern Boy replied angrily, an ugly sneer across his hard face. "No, she's been asking for this all night - sending us signals, teasing us. That's what you are, isn't it?" he directed his drunken question at Sarah. "A G*d d*mn c*cktease!" he spat at her.
Sarah spun and in one single fluid motion cracked the end of the liquor bottle against a pole. The liquid poured freely out of the broken bottle. She grinned evilly and held the jagged, business end of the bottle toward Southern Boy. "Come over here and say that." She challenged huskily.
Southern Boy's friend backed up, scared by the dark turn of events. "Look, I'm leaving man." He told his friend. "If you're smart, you'll do the same."
But Southern Boy held his ground. He wasn't the least bit daunted by Sarah's threatening stance, but instead smiled his own evil grin. "So the b*tch wants to play, huh?" he quipped. He reached into the back pocket of his tight black jeans and pulled out a black pocketknife. He clicked it open to reveal a long, deadly looking blade.
"Fine with me." He smiled as he advanced on her.
"Thank you, officer." Brady bit out through clenched teeth, an insincere smile plastered on his face. He waited impatiently for the policeman to drive off before keying the ignition. He scowled darkly at the speeding ticket he had received.
"Three hundred bucks. And thirty minutes wasted."
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his chaotic emotions. {It could have been worse, Brady.} he reminded himself. Despite appearances to the contrary, luck had been with Brady tonight. The officer's computer had been down leaving him unable to check Brady's history. If he had, he might have learned that this was the same Brady Black who had been in trouble with the law many times and who had recently sued the police department for one million dollars. Things could have gone much worse for Brady this evening.
{It's okay, Brady. Shake it off. Just focus on finding her.} he told himself as he roared down the highway, remembering to keep his speed down.
Sarah dropped the bottle to crash on the broken pavement. She backed up slowly and threw her hands up in the air. She soon found herself backed up against a brick wall with nowhere else to go.
"I'll do anything you want." She pleaded, terror reflected in her wide blue eyes. "Just don't hurt me."
But Southern Boy continued his evil advance. "Oh, it's way too late for that, darling." He replied darkly as he pressed himself against her long, curving body. With methodical slowness he traced the contours of her trembling face with the sharp point of his knife. He brought the point to rest in the cleft beneath her throat.
He brought his free hand up to caress her silky hair. "Why must you girls always make this so difficult?" he asked in a soft sinister whisper as he pressed up against her body.
"You mean I'm not your first rape? I'm hurt." Sarah replied with characteristic sarcasm as she quickly brought her knee up to land firmly in his crotch.
Southern Boy groaned and doubled over in pain. Sarah wasted on time in snatching the knife out of his slack grasp. Then, with a dark smile, she went on the attack.
"You men are all the same." She declared as she rained down blows on his face and chest. "You think because you're a man and you have needs that you can just take whatever you want, whoever you want and it doesn't matter - that she said no - it doesn't matter that she's only thirteen - it doesn't matter that she's your daughter - you do it anyway just to satisfy your f*cking sick desires!" she screamed at him.
Southern Boy staggered under her relentless attack. Fear hammered at his heart. {This girl's insane!} Sarah finished him with a spinning kick that left him sprawled on the pavement. He looked up with terrified eyes to see her advancing on him, brandishing his knife. A wild fire in her eyes.
"Please," he begged. "Don't kill me."
She simply smiled and gracefully pulled her arm back. With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the knife at him. He closed his eyes as the knife hurtled through the air toward him, blade first.
He slowly opened his eyes to see the blade handle sticking up out of the ground between his legs, having just missed his crotch.
"D*mn." Sarah muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I missed."
Southern Boy's eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped in a dead faint.
"Wow, Sarah. You're just having all kinds of fun tonight." She said aloud as she stood admiring her handiwork.
"Chloe!" Sarah heard a voice from behind her. She spun to see Brady coming up to her, relief clearly visible on his handsome features.
"Thank God I found you." He panted heavily. "Are you okay?" he looked down with mild interest at the unconscious boy.
"Well, if it isn't Boy Scout to the rescue." Sarah quipped with a mocking salute.
Brady ignored her and took her hand in his. "I'm taking you back to my place." He said simply, leaving no room for argument.
Sarah's eyes traveled over Brady's figure, liking the way his clothes hung on his athletic frame. His tuxedo jacket was long gone and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone, providing her with just a peak at his muscular chest.
"Sounds like fun." She agreed with a wink.
The ride to the penthouse was long due to an awkward silence that filled the van. Brady kept stealing glances at the girl who sat beside him. He marveled at the changes that had come over her in just a short period of time. Her clothes, her attitude - everything seemed to be different. {That's because she is different, Brady. She's not the Chloe you know - she's someone else.} he tried to remind himself.
Finally the two stood inside the penthouse apartment. Sarah looked around the spacious apartment and its fine furnishings. "This is your place? Not bad." She gazed appreciatively at Brady's hard body. {Not bad at all.}
But Brady paid her no attention. He looked around the empty penthouse in question - where was everyone? "Dad! Marlena!" he called loudly, hoping against hope for a response. Nothing.
"Oh, don't tell me you live with your parents!" Sarah groaned in derision.
Brady simply ignored her. This was not good. He had expected someone to be here. How was he supposed to help Chloe all by himself? He looked over at Sarah and smiled nervously.
She returned his smile and groaned inwardly. {Looks like I'm going to have to make the first move.} She put a trembling hand to her forehead and swayed unsteadily on her feet. Brady swiftly caught her in his arms.
"Are you okay?" Concern shone in his blue eyes.
Sarah nodded shakily. "I just had a little too much to drink, that's all."
"Come on, you can crash in my room." And picking her up in his strong arms, he gently carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. They entered his room and as he was laying her down on his bed, his head fell forward, barely inches away from hers. She chose that moment to act and reaching up, kissed him full on the lips.
Her moist tongue darted between his open lips and immediately began a probe of his mouth. Stunned by her sudden kiss, Brady fell forward onto the bed to land firmly on top of Sarah's body.
Brady's head spun, reeling from the onslaught of sensation. He tried to pull back, to clear his mind - what was happening here?
But Sarah snaked her hand around the back of his muscular neck and pulled him closer to her. Her undulating, writhing tongue flirted with his, initiating that ancient rhythm, pulsating in and out. In and out. In and out.
Brady was lost. His mind shut down as his body took control. His blood raced, pounding in his head, roaring in his ears. He shifted his body and took over the primordial dance.
Sarah closed her eyes and moaned, sensing the change in him as he shifted from passive spectator to the aggressor. She ground her hips up to greet his as she deftly stripped his shirt off of his chiseled chest. She admired his toned arms and torso, running her hands over the hills and valleys of his tanned flesh.
"Ohhhh" she moaned when he let up his delicious assault on her mouth to trail his tongue down the contours of her neck, stopping to kiss the hollow of her collarbone. Her large sapphire eyes lost their focus when he somehow, amazingly found that one special spot on her neck. He nibbled there with teasing teeth and licking lips as all of her nerves were set tingling with hot fire.
Brady acted on pure instinct, his rational brain having ceased to function minutes ago. This was just too unbelievable. It had been so long, since he had been this close to a woman. In fact not long ago he had feared that he never would again due to his paralysis. But now, not only was he half naked in bed with a beautiful, passionately willing woman, that woman just happened to be Chloe - a girl who had haunted his deepest dreams and been the object of his unconscious desires since their very first meeting.
He recaptured her full lips and groaned as her long manicured fingernails flicked over his ripped abs. Her slender hands slipped under the waist of his dress slacks.
"MMMM" she moaned when her fingers found the object of their search. "VERY not bad." She smiled, observing his reaction to her ministrations.
His blue eyes glossed over, his passions raging out of control. His hands began their own exploration of her luscious body as he buried his face in the crook of her fragrant neck.
"chloe." he moaned aloud, entranced in the moment.
Sarah tensed momentarily, before once again relaxing. "Chloe, huh?" she spoke in that voice that was so strange to his ears. "Hey, whatever starts your engine is fine with me."
Her statement was a bucket of ice water splashed on his burning body. He paused, reality setting in, rational thought once again taking control. {This isn't Chloe.} he told himself as he fought to calm his raging passions. {This isn't right - you can't take advantage of her like this. You'd be no better than that Jason punk.}
Guilt and self-loathing crawled over him as he realized what he had almost done. He had sought to help Chloe, not hurt her. This act of passion would have been a horrible violation of her body, never mind that Sarah was willing; it's Chloe who has to live with the consequences.
He quickly pulled away from Sarah, noticing the confusion on her face. "I'm sorry. We can't. I didn't bring you here for this. I brought you here because you need help, Chloe - Sarah." He corrected hastily.
Sarah's confusion turned to unbridled rage. How dare he refuse her? She slapped him viciously, raking her nails across his skin. In a single jump she was off the bed and in front of him. She savagely kicked his kneecap, causing him to stumble back against his desk.
He fell to the floor, wincing as the old familiar pain shot up his legs and into his back. {Please God} he begged {not again!} But it was useless as the numbness settled over his legs and he knew it would be minutes before he could move them again.
She stood looking down on her fallen foe, blue fire flashing in her eyes. "You're wrong." She stated quietly. "I don't need help. I need revenge."
And then she was gone.