Burns and Fashion

Chapter 27

Four hours had past before the girls were finally done with their latest fashion victims. Gothica had Creed all to herself, helping him with his newest look, and having her own little fun with him or at least she tried. When she tried to have her way with him, he stopped her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She had tried to slip her hand down the front of his pants, but he grabbed her hands, and held them in one hand on top of his chest.

"What's wrong, Victor? Don't you want to play?"

"More than you know, but not with you." he pushed her away.

Her eyes narrowed at him, "Why? Am I not desirable enough for you?"

"Oh, yer desirable alright. I just don't like playing with ones that are contaminated with disease."

Her eyes widened, "So you know?" she backed away, "How did you find out?"

"Yer scent gives it all away. You forget that I'm a feral and being so I more animal than man. You've always heard the stories about how an animal can tell when something's not right? Well, frail… Something's definitely not quite right about you. You have a disease that I have never smelled before and I nearly caught it with that little kiss of yers. If it wasn't for my healing factor then I'd be a dead man right now."

"So, if your healing fact is what's saving you from the disease, then why not have your way with me?"

"Hmph I'm not dumb enough to test my healing factors limits when it comes to sex. Besides… I've already picked myself out a little frail to be my play mate."

"What does she have that I don't?"

He smiled widely, "Innocence."

She became more angry, "Innocence! How can a beast of sin like you desire such a girl? Why not have a woman such as me, who's life is so similar to yours, that knows how to please a man like you in many ways?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." he chuckled sinisterly, "Now, how's about you finish this so called new look you keep bragging about?"

"Grrrr Do it yourself, male scum!" with that she stormed out of the room, bumping into Rosie who had come to check on them, "Out of my way!"

Rosie stepped aside, "Uh… Is everything okay?"

Gothica stopped and spun around, "What do you think!"

"Geez, you don't have to bite my head off. I was just asking."

"Well, then. Don't ask stupid questions! You'll live longer."

"Well, are you done with Victor?"

"He's all yours. Do what you will. I want nothing more to do with that beast." she then turned around and went directly up to her room and locked the door.

Rosie jumped at the sound of Gothica slamming her door, she then went inside to check on Victor. When she saw him, she had to kick her foot in the doorway to keep herself from exploding with laughter.

"Ha-OW! Ow ow ow ow ow!"

Creed looked at her with a bewildered look, "What's the matter with you?"

She laughed sheepishly, "Ha ha I just 'ahem' stubbed my toe."

"O-kay. What're you doing here?"

"Well, I was just going to check on you, but then Gothica told me to take over for her."

"Alright. So tell me. How did she do so far?"

"Well, uh… How strongly do you feel about…Heh heh Pink hair?"

"Please, tell me that that bitch didn't do what I think she did?"

"She did."

"Grrr I'll kill her!" he stood up abruptly.

"Now. Now. Remember house rules. This can be fixed."

He growled angrily and sat back down, "Alright. Fix it."

"Okay." she walked up to him and tried her best to rinse the color out, "Okay, what's your normal day wear?"

"Flannel shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, sometimes leather, and on occasions extravagant business suits."

"Okay. So, now we gotta change that, so that nobody suspects you. Even your hair. Tell me. How strongly do you feel about the color black and green?"

"They're alright."

"Good. Now what about your hair? Long or short?"

"Make it short. It gets too hot to wear it long during the summer."

"Okay. Let's do this."

It wasn't long before she was done. Both she and Creed stepped out of the room to show everyone who was present his new look, as well as Jubilee's.

"Okay, gentlemen." she said, "Let the fashion show begin! On my left is the stunning Victor Creed!"

Creed came out wearing a black wife beater with a green skull painted on the front and letters that spelled 'Poison', a black pair of jeans, and black motorcycle boots. His hair was buzzed short with three inches of length on top; it was with five rows of just green and black.

Every male that was there whooped and clapped, except for Turk.

"And on my right is the stunningly beautiful Jubilee!"

Jubilee came out wearing a beautiful sky blue gown that was similar to the one that Rosie wore. Her hair had suddenly gotten longer, it went from her tomboyish hair cut to a long silky length that went past her buttocks; one strand was colored blue to match the outfit.

The men gave her an even bigger applause.

She blushed and looked, looking at every man in the room that had a large smile on their faces. She looked to Creed and saw that he was very pleased with Rosie's choice of clothing, then she looked to Turk, who looked at her gentle eyes and a gentle smile.

Rosie clapped and stepped forward, "Let us celebrate tonight the extreme makeover of both Jubilee and Victor! We shall feast, sing, dance, and possibly much more."

Everyone cheered and joined Rosie in the kitchen to prepare the feast.

Creed walked up to Jubilee and examined her, smiling, happy with her new look. He chuckled lightly, "Well, frail, looks like Rosie did a fine job on ya."

"Is that a compliment that I hear?" she said sarcastically, starting to follow the others.

"Hey." said gently, taking hold of her arm, "Come on. Why don't we have our own celebration, huh?"

She pulled away from him, "Rosie and the others are throwing a celebration in for us, Creed. The least we can do is attend."

"Come on. Don't tell me that yer not the least bit frisky."

"Believe me, Creed. I'm not. I can smell Gothica's breath upon your lips."

"She kissed me, but it didn't go any further than that."

"Whatever. Don't be expecting to get any from me tonight." she tried to walk off again, but he pulled back, holding her close to him body.

"Remember our deal, Jubilation. No matter how you feel or what I say, you gotta do whatever I say." he then pushed her away, "Now let's go get something to eat."

"Bastard." she muttered low enough to where he couldn't hear.

Close by, Turk watched the scene between Creed and the woman he loved. It took all his will power not to attack Creed, as long as he didn't pose any real threat to Jubilee's life Turk would not attack.