Ch 2: Darla's Favor/ Kurt Hummel
Her name is Lolly… short for Lollipop. I guess you can say it's obvious why she's got the nickname. I won't bore you with the details. You don't fucking care and quite frankly neither do I. It's not my business to know names… Unless they're on my list. I can't say much more than that. But for the short time, she's here and so am I. This woman… Fuck! If you ever wanted a woman going down on you like this, it'll cost you a pretty penny, money I can afford. Out of all them she's my favorite. She works me like a professional and I know at any minute I'm about to explode…
Her lips were wrapped around my dick so tight it felt like she was going to rip it off. I groaned in pleasure as she continued pumping me hard and fast in the front seat of my car. My hands rubbed at her scalp as her head quickly rose up and down. She swirled her tongue around my tip, releasing me with a loud pop before stuffing her mouth again. She engulfed me, all the way, till I reached the back of her throat. I rolled my eyes in ecstasy. I knew I was close. It wouldn't take very long. I threw my head back as soon as I felt one of her hands massage my balls. Two pumps later and I unloaded myself harshly into her mouth. I watched as she sucked every last drop.
Take it all…. Take it all….
Once I was completely drained she released me and sat up, her left hand quickly coming up to wipe the edge of her ruby red lips. Her daring green eyes snapped over to me. There was a deep hunger hidden behind them. They were a clear sign that read danger.
"$100.00 bucks, Fabray." She stated in a raspy voice.
I nodded my head and sighed heavily, stuffing my dick back into my pants. "Sure thing darling."
I dug into my pocket and pulled out the cold hard cash she was looking for. I handed it to her, giving her something a little extra as well. The red head stuffed the money in her bra and sat back in the seat, eyeing me expectantly. The car got quiet except for the light classical music playing in the background.
"So is that all you wanted?" she asked with a disappointed tone.
I nodded, eyeing her with a knowing smile. "Yes we're done. I have a meeting with a new client in an hour."
The red head bit her lower lip, scratching the back of her neck with confusion. She made no attempt to get out of my car.
"You don't want to fuck?"she asked, voice heavy with desire.
I directed my full attention to the woman. "That wasn't the service I required." I stated simply.
She narrowed her eyes. "It won't take long." She pointed out.
I sighed once more. She wasn't getting the point. "Darling, we are done here. I don't want to fuck. And I'm most certainly NOT paying for it."
"Fabray, I do a lot for you." She stated.
"Do you want to know what I find so intriguing Lolly?" I asked, not giving her a chance to respond. "Now, I'm not trying to come off as arrogant or anything, just simply stating the facts. I've got a great fucking dick, and I know how to fuck. And you want me to pay you for sex, when clearly you are getting just as much pleasure out of it as I. Not only are you benefitting from a good fucking, but you're also taking my money as well. Don't you find that as fascinating as I do?"
Her eyes grew darker, changing color to bright yellow. "So you're not going to fuck me." She stated.
"I'm not paying for it."
The girl was seething at this point. Immediately she lunged over my seat, straddling me. I could feel something sharp press against my throat. "You're going to make me beg aren't you?" she whispered harshly.
The sharp object that was pressed against my throat increased as she leaned forward, putting more of her body weight on me. I groaned loudly as I felt one of her hands cupping me through my pants. Lolly quickly unzipped me and dug me out. Her hand stroked me with fervor. I groaned again in pleasure. It didn't take long to get me hard again. I couldn't control my automatic response. A part of me thought about stopping this. But another was enthralled by it. Who could blame me?
Lolly stopped for a second to spit on her hand. She rubbed her saliva all over my dick. I swallowed heavily and leaned back in my seat, eagerly watching with fascination. She grabbed my dick by the shaft and slowly shifted herself down onto me. We both moaned harshly, my hands finding her waist. She took me in all the way, swallowing me up like the fucking ocean. The sharp object that was pressed against my throat dug roughly into my skin.
She started moving her hips. In no time we started picking up a sloppy pace. Loud moans filled the car as she fucked me hard and fast. Her eyes briefly gazed into mine as I slapped her ass loudly. I quickly grabbed the knife from my throat, easily throwing it into my back seat. Lolly grabbed the back of my neck, riding me faster. The car shook heavy as we rocked back and forth. A few seconds later we were both screaming from release.
She pulled me out, her eyes sparkling. The red headed girl leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I don't beg." she whispered before clambering out of my car.
"By the way," Lolly stated, slamming the car door shut, her head peeking through the open window. "You're bleeding." She pointed at my neck. I looked in the rearview mirror. Sure enough there was a small trail of dark blood streaking down the length of my neck.
I eyed the red haired woman as she strutted down the alleyway. I slowly stuffed myself back into my pants again and looked down at my shirt. "Shit!"
There was blood on the tip of my collar. I bit my lip with a certain kind of roughness. I needed to get a new shirt, fast.
"This certainly won't do." I muttered as I threw my car into reverse.
Heavy smoke was seeping from every direction once I entered the small diner. Does everyone in this fucking city smoke? The smell of stale cigarettes and greasy foods were baked into the walls. I silently cringed at the combination. I quickly pulled out a cig and lit one just to mask the smell. I looked around, eyeing everyone in the building. I didn't see my new client anywhere. I blew out a breath of smoke and took a seat at the back corner. I ordered a regular black coffee and waited. Time slowly ticked by. I pulled out my phone. One missed call from Delfino.
I'll call him back later.
A few more minutes slid by until someone took a seat across from me. She was a tall blonde woman wearing large dark sunglasses that covered her entire face. I quickly eyed her with a sharp eye. She was wearing a black Gucci overcoat with dark leggings. Her hands were covered with black cashmere gloves. Everything about her spoke money. I could smell it pouring out of her skin.
I relaxed a little and removed my hand from my holstered gun beneath my coat. One could never be too sure in this business. There's always competition out there. I've made more than my fair share of enemies.
The blonde started removing her gloves and then her sunglasses. A pair of striking blue eyes landed on me. I lifted a brow, clearly intrigued. Her face was stern and focused. She meant business. This was definitely a good sign.
A tall gentleman suddenly appeared by her side. I eyed him. He was tall with broad strong shoulders. He was dressed in a very fashionable suit and tie. His hair was combed down to the side. The taller man stood by the table, unmoving. I eyed the blonde and then the man. The blonde snapped her fingers. The man immediately knelt by her side. It suddenly clicked in my head. Her pet…
The blonde ran her hand through the man's hair. "Good boy." She whispered to him.
I sat up a little straighter and gulped down the rest of my coffee. Fucking weirdos…
"What do I have the pleasure of calling you miss?" I asked, pulling the blonde's attention.
"You can call me Darla." The blonde started off as her eyes landed back on me.
I knew full and well that wasn't her real name. At least she was smart. This wasn't her first rodeo. As I continued watching her it occurred to me that I've seen her before. I stared hard and long, forcing myself to remember where I'd seen her. Nothing clicked until she turned her face to the side and I saw her profile. On the left side of her cheek was a faint scar that ran along her jaw line and down to her neck. Not very many people would've caught it but my eyes are trained for moments like these. In an instant I knew exactly who she was. Her name was *$&## - $*&!#%#, she runs the girls in Market Square. Her range of power and depth go deep through the veins of this city. Not only that, but her connections…. Oh, they can be deadly if she makes an enemy out of you.
I sat back in my seat and eyed her sternly. She definitely wasn't what I was expecting. I've only heard rumors about her, but for the time being let's just stick to the storyline.
"So you're the infamous Fabray." The blonde commented.
I nodded with a cocky smile. "Yes."
Darla clicked her lips and studied me for a moment. "You're not what I was expecting."
"Were you expecting a man?" I asked.
The blonde chuckled and waved a hand in the air. "I've only heard rumors. I didn't expect you to be so pretty. But I must say, it suits you. Deadly and beautiful."
I licked my lips and adjusted myself comfortably. "What all have you heard?"
I really couldn't resist.
Darla pinched her lips together and started rubbing her pet's head. "Is it true you took out Mr. Takaweii's enforcer, Pack Face?"
I smiled brightly. "Yes."
The blonde leaned in. "How did you do it? I heard the man was practically made of steel."
"I also heard that too, it's a very interesting theory. But I did some research…. You see, steel can be melted at approximately 1370 degrees Celsius. That is 2500 degrees in Fahrenheit. As you can imagine that is very hot."
The blonde nodded in agreement, her body leaning forward as she listened with intrigue.
"I decided to put that theory to the test. Sadly, to my disappointment, the man was most certainly NOT made of steel. His face melted off like a strawberry ice-cream cone in the summer heat." I chuckled out softly.
Darla's brows rose with suspense. "You really are the monster of the night."
A sly smile played across my lips. "I get what needs to be done. I take out the trash."
Darla sat back in her seat. She looked pleased with me. A moment later she pulled out a small envelope from her purse and slid it across the table towards me. I eyed the small envelope that looked like a stuffed turkey. What was it?
"Fabray…. I have a favor to ask. Now, I know this is not the typical "job" you're used to but I would greatly appreciate it if you would hear me out."
"Go on." I nodded, clearly interested.
"Someone has taken something from me and I want it back." Darla stated with a cool and collected tone.
"What is it exactly?"I asked.
"It's a flash drive that has some very valuable information. If you wouldn't mind however, I'd rather not talk about the nature of its content."
"Of course." I nodded coolly. "And who has this device?"
The blonde's eyes looked away briefly, her hands twitching restlessly at her side. "Chief Commissioner Lopez."
I sighed heavily. "As you may know…."
"I know." Darla quickly interrupted. "Mr. Delfino and the Commissioner have an agreement of some sorts. It would be a conflict of interest."
"The Commissioner is untouchable." I stated firmly.
Darla drew in a heavy breath, her eyes finding mine. A fire burned deep within them. I'll admit that it stirred something within me. I knew I shouldn't have let the thoughts seep in, but they did. Darla could be a useful ally to Mr. Delfino.
"Okay, I'll do it." I whispered lowly.
A large smile cracked onto the blonde's face. "Thank you." At that moment she slowly stood up from her seat. With a snap of her fingers the man stood as well. She handed the man her gloves and placed her sunglasses back on her face.
"Where is the drive at?" I asked.
"Around her neck of course." Darla stated with a laugh.
I pinched my lips together and watched as the blonde left without another word. Once she was gone my eyes traveled back to the table. The envelope was still sitting there. I grabbed it and peeked inside. My brows rose. There was at least $500,000 in the small envelope. A loud and harsh laughter erupted from my throat. I placed the envelope inside my jacket and stood from my seat.
"Today's going to be a good day."
The night was hot and sticky. Everyone was out walking the streets tonight. I was hidden in my car deep within the darkest parts of the shadows, watching, as Santana Lopez got out of her vehicle. She was heading into Marley's strip club. I smirked and clambered out of my vehicle and pursued the crooked Commissioner. I entered the club and was met with the familiar surroundings of pink walls and dancing broads. Marley's was my regular joint. I smiled and breathed in the wonderful aroma of women. Marley doesn't let anyone smoke in her joint, which to me was like a fresh of breath air. Music was heavy in my ears as I made my way to the bar. Santana Lopez sat at a table by the stage. Women swarmed to her table within a minute. I could see the Latina woman pulling out that lucrative cash.
"Fabray." Someone called out. I turned my attention to the brunette that had appeared by my side. Marley Rose. I gave her a daring smirk. She leaned in, gently placing her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "It's been a while."
Marley Rose. She's the owner of this fine establishment. She's a gorgeous girl. "I know." I nodded, eyeing her up and down. She was wearing a very short and tight red dress. It looked like sin itself. I bit my lip and tried to reign myself in.
"What brings you here?" she asked with a low tone. "Business or pleasure?"
"Business." I stated with an even tone.
"Right." She nodded, taking a seat next to me. She crossed her tan legs together and directed her full attention to me. The brunette licked her lips and threw me a sultry smile. "What do you need?"
I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "The Commissioner has something around her neck that I need."
Marley raised a brow, her eyes brightening up. "I see…." She trailed off, her eyes flashing over to Santana's table. "Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Of course." I nodded.
The brunette pointed to the bartender. The man quickly poured up two shots of hard dark liquor I couldn't identify. Marley took one and handed one to me.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
We both threw them back without so much as a flinch. I was used to the burn. Marley leaned in again. She smelled wonderful. "I would be willing to help you, if you want?" she asked.
The brunette pulled away, eyeing me. Her eyes were filled with a hazy lust. I felt a smirk digging into the side of my face. "And what would you require from me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Marley gave me a pointed look and then boldly cupped her hand around my groin. "So what do you say?" she asked.
I bit down on my lip, feeling myself already hardening. I nodded my head. Marley looked around the room and called over Fire, an exotic looking woman with dark blonde hair. She whispered something to the other girl. The dark haired blonde nodded as she and Marley looked over at the cop. And just like that the blonde disappeared.
"Fifteen minutes." Marley stated as she grabbed my hand.
She pulled me into her office, slamming the door shut. I lifted the smaller girl up and pinned her against the wall. Our lips met roughly. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I lifted up her dress and ripped off her black lace thong. I unzipped myself and shoved my dick into her. She cried out in pleasure as the back of her head banged into the wall. My pace was rapid and sloppy. But I fucked her hard just like she likes it. Her back continued slamming into the wall, loudly.
"Fuck me… harder!" she called out.
Pictures fell off from a shelf nearby. Marley was moaning louder than a cat in heat. I grunted as I slid in and out of her. It didn't take long for both of us to cum at the same time.
We walked out from her office with satisfied smiles across our faces. Fire came up to us and handed something to Marley. The owner nodded with an approving smile and kissed the girl on the lips. Fire disappeared just as quickly as she appeared. Marley turned to me and handed me the small flash drive.
"Thanks for the fuck." Marley winked.
I smiled and walked out from the club feeling light. I called Darla and informed her that I got her drive. The deal was done and set.
The party was already in full swing when I arrived. I easily bypassed the security entrance without a trace. I smiled brightly as darkness enveloped me. Heavy music blasted once I entered the club. I quickly scanned the area and made my way to the VIP section. A large brusque man guarded the entryway.
"VIP only." The man huffed out.
I smiled brightly at him and put on my best seductive face. The man's eyes opened widely. I'm a great actress when I need to be.
"You can't make an exception for little old me?" I asked, biting my lower lip intentionally.
The man's brow rose with interest. His eyes looked me up from head to toe. Clearly he was intrigued and interested. My silver tight dress clung to every curve in my body. The poor man didn't stand a chance against me. I leaned forward to him and gently groped him. He grunted and closed his eyes.
"It's just for a second." I whispered to him.
He nodded only once before stepping aside. I smiled once again and winked at him. Once I passed him my smile fell into a dark and cynical smirk. What a fool!I finally reached the top section of the all exclusive VIP party room. My eyes easily spotted my target. Kurt Hummel.
Kurt Hummel, city fashion designer and entrepreneur extraordinaire. He was the city's "IT" boy when it came to anything hip and fashionable. He's also the brother to a very high profile politician. I can't tell you exactly what HE did wrong, or to whom he wronged, but he certainly fucked with the wrong people. This is definitely going to make the papers in the morning…
Kurt stumbled from his seat, throwing his hands in the air. He uttered out words I couldn't even begin to comprehend. I made my way to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. I sipped my drink and waited patiently. Half an hour passed and already three men had attempted to hit on me. I politely declined their grotesque offers of seduction. By the time I was done with my second glass Kurt had just finished his last line of white powder.
Again the taller man stood. He stumbled towards the restricted part of the club. I paid my tab and followed behind the drunken man. I was lead into a dark and secluded hallway that led to a staircase. I read the sign on the wall indicating roof access. Oh joy!
When I made my way on the roof I could already hear the belligerent man rage on. The heat of the city stuck to me like a fly to honey. Kurt stood by the edge of the roof, shouting, ranting, and crying. I rolled my eyes with boredom. Better to get this done with quickly.
"Kurt? Kurt Hummel?"I asked with a fake bright smile.
The man spun around. A sloppy smile filled his face. "Yes! That is me my love!" he squealed out. "And who are you?"
"My name is Lucy." I replied back charmingly.
Kurt stepped down from the edge and embraced me full on. "Oh my goodness Lucy! You're so beautiful. You're almost like an angel!"
I smirked and kept my laughter at bay. "Thank you sweetheart."
When he pulled away he looked me deep in the eyes. The smile from his face drifted away as something dark crawled through his thoughts.
"Almost five years ago today, my boyfriend Blaine, was murdered right before my eyes. I watched as two heavily armed men shot him cold, over and over. I stood there as his warm red blood came oozing out onto the pavement. I didn't move, I didn't scream. I just watched. I watched the life die out from his loving eyes. "
I listened quietly as large blue tears trickled from his eyes. "He was the love of my life and I let him die."
When I didn't respond Kurt knelt down before me. His voice was heavy and shaking. I eyed him sternly as he pressed his face into my heels. Sweat dribbled down the back of Kurt's neck. When he finally stopped sobbing his breathing began to even out. For a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep on me.
"Am I going to hell?" he asked quietly.
I licked my lips and looked up into the night sky. A warm breeze circled around us.
"I don't make those kinds of decisions." I pointed out.
"Do you think I'll see him again?"
"Maybe." I responded back.
Kurt stumbled back up to his feet with my help. He quickly wiped the tears from his face and walked back to the edge of the roof. He leaned over and stared down. I walked over and stood beside him. The building was at least twenty stories up.
"Have you ever fallen in love Lucy? Have you ever met someone that you'd be willing to do anything for?" He mumbled out.
"No." I responded back easily.
When silence took over I made my move. Within an instant I went for his feet and lifted him up. The man's legs fell out like jello. He yelped out in shock once he was in the air.
"P-please, put me down! Wh-what are you doing?"
I placed him down on the ledge of the roof. His eyes were wide as he realized what was going on.
"B-but it's my birthday!" he whispered softly.
"Happy Birthday Kurt."
With a flick of my wrist my work was done. I slowly walked back to the door. My hand met with the cold metal doorknob as I paused and waited. He didn't scream, not even once. A brief second later I finally heard his body land. Several cars screeched to a halt. Screams pierced out into the night.
I walked down the sidewalk towards my car. Through the small crowd I could see his body. He landed on top of a car that was parked underneath. There was blood and glass everywhere. It looked like half of his skull had cracked open. I stared long and hard at Kurt. A silent chill ran up my arms. His eyes were staring right at me. And if you looked close enough, you could see a faint smile on his face.
I cracked a genuine smile at the sight. A million dollar fall…
Next time: Rachel Berry will finally make an appearance.
A.N (Authors Note): Yes, in case you were wondering… Darla was Britany. Her 'Pet' was Puck. The commissioner, self explanatory, Santana Lopez.
Thanks for reading! I'll keep you updated. Special shout out to the last person who reviewed! I had this chapter already written out and it was just sitting… dormant for months!