Author's Note: Hello, again!
Well, here it is: the final chapter to "Sacrilege", my 'Suicide Squad/Captain Boomerang' fic.
I had fun working on this short story. Even though I am not fully educated on the history behind the Suicide Squad series, as well as, Captain Boomerang's history in the DC Comics, I did feel comfortable and not 'out of my element' during the writing process.
In this chapter, there is a song mentioned (like in the previous chapters). This one is by Billie Holiday. "The Very Thought of You."
WARNING: This story contains non-canon material for characters that are a part of the DC Comics and the DCCU. The characters are also OOC, as well.
RATING: This story is rated 'M' for 'Mature'. Also known as, 'NC-17' and NSFW. Adult language. Adult content. Strong and graphic sexual material. Implications of violence.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters that are from the DCCU/DC Comics. I just own the O/Cs.
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Kaia didn't recognize the woman that was standing in front of the mirror. Her heart, that emotional sense of self, didn't believe the image that made up the reflection. But her brain, the logical side of herself, knew that the messy-looking woman was indeed her. She eyed the disheveled appearance and recalled Lyra's appearance after her return to the dressing room. Both women looked similar with their disarrayed hair and mussed-up makeup. Rather than a few blotches of red skin, Kaia's 'John' decided to give her a family of hickeys to go along with the 'pearl necklace'. Pinkish indentations from his clamping teeth were left on her shoulders and breasts while burgundy-hued markings decorated the brown skin that was on her neck. Her brain recalled the moment, when Captain Boomerang's mouth gave her those 'gifts'. It was during their last and final rut, or 'root,' as he preferred to call it, on the chaise lounge. After he told her that his name was Captain Boomerang. It seemed to have awakened a part of his lust that he kept well-hidden. He was brasher and more feverish, then. She didn't mind. Shit, she enjoyed it. If she was willing to admit it: she preferred his latest style of fucking. Then, after giving her three quick orgasms, he pulled out and ordered her to suck him into completion.
It was proven to be quite messy. She came to the conclusion as she eyed her cum-stained chest. Now, she had no choice to use the utilities that were in the suite's bathroom. Trembling hands reached for the crystal globes that served as handles for the sink. The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom, eating away at the tense-filled silence. She stuck her hands underneath the stream of lukewarm water that came from the faucet and she gathered a small puddle. She proceeded to clean herself. She was aware that it was going to be a half-assed job, but it was better than nothing. She washed away the evidence of his discarded semen and the sweat that managed to accumulate. Her eyes landed on the reflection of her love bites. "Fuck," she hissed as her fingers touched at the markings. "I can't go back out there and dance with these on me...Make—Yeah—I have some foundation in my bag… Y-Yeah. I have makeup…" She shut the water off. "…Hopefully that foundation will cover them for the time being." Her wet fingers reached for her purse. She opened the fastening and proceeded to look through the interior. Her hand pulled out the small bundle of dollar bills. She performed a quick count of her tally. "…five-fifty…five-seventy-five… six-hundred…seven-hundred…eight…nine…One-thousand…One-thousand and twenty-five… One-thousand and fifty," she announced. She turned the stack over, in her left hand. Her right hand peeled away five, one-hundred dollar bills and a fifty-dollar bill from the stack. She placed them in her clutch bag. She placed the stack on the sink's counter.
"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"
The sudden banging on the door caused a short yelp to escape from her mouth and a flinch to jump out of her body.
"Sheila, what are yah doin' in there?!" It was the ornery Australian, also known as, Captain Boomerang. She felt his presence on the other side of the door.
Kaia glanced at the closed, bathroom door. Her hands reached up to her burgundy-colored hair. Her fingers provided a thorough comb-over to the hair. She glanced at her reflection. "I'm taking a massive shit, right now! What's the matter?!" she announced before resuming her task. She plucked a skinny, plastic styling comb from her purse to the soundtrack of her client's voracious laughter. She listened to his heavy footsteps as he walked away from the door. For the upcoming seventeen minutes, she proceeded to style her hair into a French roll, courtesy of the comb and a small family of bobby pins that were in her purse. Also, thanks to the small stack of bills that were used as the filling for the elaborate hair roll. Once she was finished, she checked out her handiwork and made sure that her money was concealed. When she felt satisfied, she released a huff. "There's no way in hell that I am giving that fat-fuck my money," she muttered. She took noticed of the soreness that kept her cunt in constant state of throbbing. Her thighs squeezed together and around her sex. Her sight landed on the sink before she made another glimpse at her reflection, while snapshots of tonight's escapades played in her mind. "Cause, I definitely worked for that." A lopsided smile appeared, as well as, a gentle giggle.
She gathered up her belongings and put them in her purse. She gave her cleaned, makeup-free face one last glance before she made her exit from out of the bathroom.
Once she was outside of the lavatory, she surveyed the suite. The music from her iPod and the stereo system were still playing. But the sensual and erotic atmosphere was drained from the large room. The room was devoid of the heavy scent of sex and their bodies' sweat, now. Now, it was cold, both literally and figuratively. Her sight quickly found the Captain. He was now dressed with the exception of his jacket, as well as, his coat. The imposing man was standing behind the sectional. He was positioned in front of the opened windows that were closer to the mirrored wall. He was staring at the scenery that was on the other side of the window. She noticed the burning cigarette that was perched in between his lips…
…And, the familiar pair of red, lace panties that were being toyed with, in his left hand.
'My panties… The pervert,' she mused. A smile touched her lips. She entered the pathway of the entertainment system. "If you need to use the bathroom…" His blue eyes landed on her. "…you can use it now," she reported to him. There was snickering from him, in response. She approached the multi-tiered shelving unit. With her knowledge and confident fingers, she shut the music off and powered down the stereo system. She retrieved her iPod. She checked the time, in haste. '1:18,' she read off of the screen. 'Why does it feel like time…' Her lips muttered, "Gone by so slowly?"
"What's that, darling?" she heard him say.
She glanced over her left shoulder, at him. "Nothing… Really." She glanced at her device, once again. "I was talking to myself. It's 1:18, right now and it feels a little later than what it is," she clarified. She opened her purse and stored her iPod inside of there. She turned away from the entertainment system and approached Captain Boomerang's side. She placed her bag on the surface of the room's cooling-heating ventilation system that was in front of the windows. Despite the cold suite, she felt his body's heat, which was comforting for the dancer. Her nostrils flared in protest, once they were struck by the odor of his cigarette's smoke. Her eyes peered out of the window. She refused to take a glance down, into the street that was below. She didn't need to be reminded of the dismal environment that she was currently in. Instead, she kept her eyes on the luminous skyline that was presented. She took in the sight of the various skyscrapers that she knew was thousands of miles away. Her mind drifted off. She remembered what that skyline meant to her, when she was a kid. She began to think about her naïve dreams that used to clutter her head, when she was a teenager and a child. "I wanted to be one of those people," she confessed as she continued to eye the buildings.
"What?" she heard the Aussie announced.
She pointed to the skyline. "I wanted to be one of those people, who worked out of those buildings. The type of person who wore fancy suits to work, every day, and had a nice office with big windows. Or, live in one of those high-rise buildings. I… I thought that they must've been really glamorous and they were rich and famous. They didn't have to worry about not starving themselves or having to bust their asses, in order for their kids to have clean clothes… Or, food, for an example. They… They could go anywhere, at the drop of a hat. If they wanted to go to some tropical paradise, they could. All they needed to do was pack a bag and just… Go."
"What?!" he repeated, his voice was soft, but it was loud with confusion.
She was suddenly filled with the sense of embarrassment. A strong wave of heat filled her face while her heart raced. Once again, she allowed her heart to take over and blurt out her feelings to someone, who, more than likely didn't give a damn. 'Shit, Kay,' her conscience groaned. Kaia shook her head. An uneasy chuckle escaped her mouth. "Never mind, Captain… Boomerang," she mumbled. "Don't pay me no mind. I was… It-It was… It was just… The ramblings from your local neighborhood stripper," she told him as she glanced at him. She presented him with a tight-lipped grin. "Please, ignore it." Her smile faltered. She glanced out of the window, again.
There was silence between them. With each passing second, she became filled with an unexpected sense of awkwardness. But then again, she should've been filled with awkwardness. After all, she was standing next to a man, a stranger, who she just had sex with, for a fee. Plus, he was a brash foreigner that was equipped with strange behavioral traits. Then there was the 'Captain Boomerang' moniker that he had chosen for himself. The exotic dancer came to the conclusion that this man was either nuts or he was another one of those crazy vigilantes that cruised the Gotham City's streets, looking for trouble. 'Just my fucking luck. I picked a craze—
"Are ya workin' tomorrow?" queried Captain Boomerang.
"'Cuse me?" she murmured, after being interrupted from her thoughts. She glanced over at the man, who stood next to her.
He was inhaling the last bit of toxic fumes from his cigarette. His blue eyes were focused on the scenery that was outside. "I said… Are ya workin' tomorrow?" he questioned.
Kaia shook her head. "Here?" She shook her head again. "No. I don't work here regularly. Only when they need a dancer to fill up their line-ups or as a replacement for a sick girl. I don't work here… A lot… I do most of my work at The Candy Shop."
"What's that? Another club?" he asked.
"Yeah," she sighed. "It's at The Square, just a few blocks from The Narrows, actually. Now, that's where I work on the regular."
"Prob'ly heard 'bout tah place before," he groaned. "I… I don't go down there. Or, anywhere near there. The Narrows… Boomer's made some… Not-so-nice friends down there and I reckon they don't want to see me," he explained. He flicked the cigarette out of the window. He gazed down at the woman. A second later, he had spoken up. "But… Me want tah see yah again," he confessed.
'W-What?' Shock had tackled her spirit, causing a wave of numbness to drop down on her. Dark brown eyes widened while a lump managed to bury itself in her throat. 'Ohhh… Shit.' Kaia looked away from the window and stared at the large man. 'This… Not good. Not good, at all. No-no-no-no… Shit!' Her eyes glimpsed at the scenery that was outside of the window again. 'Not good. Don't need a regular 'John'… Bad news. Bad-Bad news.' She returned her gaze to the Aussie. "Why?" she breathed.
"Cuz…" Suddenly, the behemoth of a man made a step closer to her. "…Me want tah see you again." He made another step closer.
Kaia noticed his actions and she took some steps away, out of instinct. "But… Why?" she murmured. She made another backwards step. "You can… You could come back here and find another girl to be with you…Someone… Prettier. And blonde… And…" Her voice died out, when she took note of his sly smirk and the shake of his head.
"Nah, just ya," he confessed to her.
'Just not…' Her face slightly turned away. "Me?" She made another step away from him and ended up bumping into the edge of the ventilation system. 'FFFFFFFFF-uck!' she internally groaned out of disappointment.
She didn't get the opportunity to decipher the origin of her disappointment, because she was distracted by Boomerang's sudden grasp on her waist and being forced into the corner. A spike of fear touched down on her spirit. Wide eyes focused on the face that belonged to the Aussie. Her lips parted and was about to spit out a fierce rebuttal, when his lips found their way to her mouth. His hands gripped the underside of her chin and the back of her neck. His mouth performed rough kisses that didn't allow her to react. It wasn't until his mouth found enjoyment on the curve of her neck, a moment later, when she was able to correctly respond. "Captain," she whimpered. When a fissure of pleasure nipped at her right earlobe, she breathed a soft a moan. She took in a slow inhale as she turned her face, so her dark chocolate-brown orbs could peered at the sudden lust-filled Digger. "Cap—
"Still haven't gotten me money's worth," he groaned against her lips before his tongue made the effort to pillage her mouth. A whimper was smeared across his mouth just as his right hand pulled apart the dress's high split and then found its way to the outside curve of her left thigh. His fingers gripped the flesh and muscle before guiding her leg to his right hip. Soft-tipped fingers traced the blanket of hair that lined his right jaw. It was the permission that he knew was going to come from her. The captured leg wrapped around his waist and the thigh's muscle clenched. He released his hold on her leg and sought after the heated epicenter in between her thighs. His thick digits found her hairless folds and immediately sheathed themselves in her warmth. His thumb rubbed at her clit with firm pressure. The three thickest fingers pumped and stroked at her walls.
"Aaa-Ohhhmmmmm," she loudly moaned against his probing tongue. Kaia's fingers traveled down to the fastenings of his belt and jeans. Her fingers expertly unbuckled his thick metal buckle and then to his pants. She shoved her right hand into his pants and she found his waiting prick. Her fingers were gifted with his sticky and hot pre-cum. Her fingers pumped at the hard stalk. Meanwhile, her left hand pushed at the waistline to his jeans and boxers before gripping his right buttock. Her head pulled back and rested against the wall. A song of moans and whimpers, along with nonsensible words were sung from her lips. "…nnnngghh… Dig—
Her voice was cut off by the sound of a disapproving groan that was made by the burly Australian.
She managed to change her error. "Boomerang?" she softly moaned. There was bite to her chin before she heard his response. He hummed against her lips. She stared into his eyes. "Fuck me," she whimpered.
There was a snicker and then a kiss from the intriguing client. His probing fingers were ejected from her wet pocket. His fingers and knuckles teasing grazed her seam, spreading her nectar on her sex. The hand returned to her left thigh where he grabbed onto the outside. His pulled his body closer and pressed his pelvis against hers, restricting her pumping hand's movement. His left hand cupped the back of her upper thigh and forced her to lift her foot from off of the ground, so it could wrap around his waist. The back of his neck became subjected to her strong grip, milliseconds later. Both pair of soft lips meshed into each other again. "Put me in," he grunted into her lips. Her right hand loosened its grip from his neck. Her palm and her fingers caressed his hair-covered cheek before drifting down to his exposed prick. She sought after his hardened member. His hips jerked forward, making her hand glide down his shaft. A smoldering groan fell from him. "Put me in, love."
Without relying on her ability to see, Kaia pulled his cock from his pants and lured his member to her sore entrance. She teased her wet and primed entrance with his glans, making its owner unleash a groan against her neck. Her fingers wrapped around his prick's base and held on while her cunt swallowed him into her channel. A bolt of pleasure struck her, making her body erratically tremble against him. Her legs tightened their grip. He managed to jerk his hips forward, causing his member to become fully embraced. A short gasp fell from her mouth as she flinched against. Soon, her right arm joined her left, when she wrapped it around his thick neck. Her face nuzzled into his neck. She inhaled in the various scents that permeated off of his heated flesh while her pussy adjusted to his cock's return. Seconds managed to tick by before she became the recipient to his first thrust. It had come in the form of a slow and deep stroke, which cause her already-spent pussy to tremble around his member. A sharp and shrilled gasp came from her lips as she rested the back of her head against the wall. Another moan came from her, after his cock made another deft stroke to her clenching cunt. It was followed by another pump from his member. "…aahh… Boomerang," she moaned.
Boomerang doled a few more strokes before pressing his groin against her spread cunt. His cock was wedged deeper into her wet, hot cavern. His bulky and imposing frame pressed her against the wall, effectively pinning her against the mirror. His hands peeled off of her thighs and then cupped her plum, brown globes. His long, callused fingers kneaded at the soft flesh as his hair-shielded crotch seductively writhed against her inflamed and nectar-slicked labia. Moans, from both pairs of lips, decorated the suite's walls and ceiling.
"…Captain Boom…" she mewled in between her moans.
His feral, animal-like groan swallowed up her voice. "Yee-Yeah," he groaned. "That's it… Darling…" His fingers tightly gripped her ass and then gave her teasing squeeze, right before his hips reared back and unsheathed his prick, before returning to her warmth. He proceeded to gift Kaia with sharp and shallow thrusts. The sounds of their bodies clapping together, along with her whining moans sliced through the air.
Warm and surprisingly soft lips latched onto her throat. Her jolting body caused for his mouth to provide kisses that were sloppy and unrefined against her bruised skin. The tip from his thick tongue made broad trails of saliva down to her collarbone. His right hand released her thigh momentarily, so he could paw at the cowl neck of her dress. His fingers brushed the top half of her dress off of her and then pulled her bra's cups down. Once her tits were revealed to his eyes, his mouth feasted on the pair of plump flesh. A series of whinnying gasps escaped from her mouth as felt her body become engulfed in heat. Her fingers sifted through the curly strands of his hair before she buried her face into the crop of curls.
"BOOM-BOOM…"
Her limbs tightened around Boomerang's frame due to the shock that burst forward.
"…BOOM-BOOM-BOOM…"
Awareness crashed down on her consciousness and stomped down on her arousal. She lifted her face away from his tuft of hair and her eyes peered at the suite's exit.
"…BOOM-BOOM! TIME'S UP! OPEN UP!"
Kaia recognized the raised and authoritative voice that was erupting on the other side of that door. It belonged to the bouncer that she had spoken with, before she shut the door, the one who issued the warning about Digger, a.k.a. Captain Boomerang. 'Shhhhhh… It!' her brain issued.
The door was subjected to more ferocious knocks. "OPEN UP IN THERE! YOU'RE…"
Unexpected pain stabbed at her left nipple. A pain-displayed squeak was ripped from her mouth. Her vision was snatched off of the door and it was thrown down to the face that belonged to the man that was still pounding away at her cunt. His blue eyes glowed with arousal and alertness.
"…DONE FOR THE NIGHT, BOOMER-FAG! NOW, LET'S GO!" The security guard shouted from the hallway.
"Don'tcha git distracted on me," Boomerang groaned. "Me still need to git me kit off on ya."
"Boomer—
Lips crashed against hers, blocking out her potential protest. His tongue bogarted its way into her mouth and clashed with her tongue. His right set of fingers unfurled from her thigh and they slithered across her flesh to travel to her pussy. His fingertips found her jewelry-adorned labia and began to pluck at the flesh while his prick continued to stroke at her sheath. A voracious moan erupted from her and ended up being swallowed by his mouth.
"HEY! HEY! I KNOW Y'ALL HEAR ME IN THERE!"
His lips found settlement against her right ear. "That's right, Sheila," he growled against the shell of her ear. "'Memba me," he demanded. His probing fingers roughened up their pace. Now he was hurriedly rubbing circles into her throbbing clit, filling it up with pressure. Her stomach quivered at the feel of a knot building inside of the pit of her stomach.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! OPEN UP…"
Kaia carelessly reared her head back. It collided with the elaborate wall. The pain was forgotten before it was allowed to ebb away. Her conscious was focused on the mounting pressure that her pleasure was building. The knot increased in size, making her stomach clench tighter. "Aah… Ughhh!" she groaned. A hasty exhale was spilled from her nose before she relented from the pressure. A loud moan was screamed from her mouth as she became subjected to the first climatic tremor. "Boom…B-Boomer," she whimpered before her voice dissolved into mewls.
"That's it, baby… That's it," he crooned into her throat. His tongue licked a trail to her chin. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and nipped at the flesh. "I'mma give it—
"…OPEN UP THIS GOD…" The statement was drowned out by the banging on the door.
Boomerang nibbled at her skin again and pressed his face into the curve of her neck. His teeth sank into her skin just as his thrusts became shorter and sharper. He lathered her neck and her sense of hearing with his guttural grunts. His right hand returned to her left thigh, where a taut grasp was applied to the curves. His hips' movements transitioned into a series of choppy movements.
"…DOOR! OPEN…"
"Aaaahhh…" he groaned into her neck.
Her arms tried to pull him closer to her form while her legs grasped his waist tighter. Her head bowed forward, allowing her face to be buried into his hair. She felt his cock released a fluttering inside of her gash, along with a stream of warmth. Her hearing picked up the sounds of his soft moans as he rode the final waves from his orgasm.
"…UP THIS FUCKIN' DOOR!"
Her head performed a slow ascent to its upright position. As she rose, Kaia's lips unintentionally unleashed a breathy, high-pitched gasp that displayed her level of gratification. The crown of her head skimmed the mirrored wall's surface. A second later, she felt Captain Boomerang's lips lightly traced the left curve from her neck. Her hands' fingers encouraged him by lightly caressing his bearded face. Her eyes slowly opened and a look of serenity was captured on her face. "Fuck," she mouthed as the corners of her mouth slightly tugged north-bound.
"Name the time an' place an' me will be there," taunted the Aussie.
Her lips' lost control of its restraint and they ended up folding into a smile. A series of breathy giggles came from her parted mouth.
"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"
The ferocious banging on the suite's door cut through her post-coital glow and caused her to come back to reality. She pulled her eyes' focus from off of the ceiling and they landed on the pair of gorgeous blue eyes that were staring up at her.
"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"
Under the sounds of the door-knocking, Kaia mouthed the words "Put me down" to the rugged and brash man while silently hoping that he wouldn't callously let her go. She received her wish, a few seconds later, when his hands gingerly guided the soles of her shoes to the floor. Once he relinquished his support and strength, she clumsily backed herself into the wall of mirrors. Her legs still possessed a strain of weakness and a steady tremor.
"OPEN UP! WE KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN THERE! VINNIE WANTS YOU OUTTA HERE!"
Kaia thought she heard Captain Boomerang swear underneath his breath at the mention of the club's manager. She watched the well-built, possible-vigilante glanced at the door, from over his broad right shoulder.
"HOLD ON!" he screamed at the suite's door. His hands traveled to the front of his jeans as he screamed at the door. Without peering down at himself, he slipped his prick back into his boxers and jeans. "Don't lose yah head!" he shouted before falling into a series of boorish chuckles.
"DON'T FUCKIN' TELL ME TO HOLD ON, MOTHERFUCKER! OPEN THIS GODDAMNED DOOR, NOW!" the bouncer responded in kind.
A stream of boisterous snickers came from the Australian as he turned his broad body away from Kaia. His boot-clad feet proceeded to trek across the hardwood floor, into the door's direction. His hands continued with their mission of fixing his clothes, so he could look presentable.
'He's going to the door—Wait! He's going…' Kaia glanced down at her disheveled self. She knew that the bouncers would quickly learn about her previous activities just by looking at her. The lustrous, burgundy material that made up her dress was bunched around her waist. The thin, satin straps were gathered in the crooks of her elbows. The lace cups that belonged to her brassiere was crassly stuffed underneath her tits. Then, there was the appearance of the clan of markings that Digger's mouth had created on her smooth brown skin. "…to open the door! The bouncers! They—I need to get dress! Get dress! Get—
Her hands pressed themselves against the cold, glassed walls and pushed the rest of her body off, into a full-standing stance. Her sight's landing crashed on the retreating back of the braggart that was strolling over to the door. Instinct commanded her hands to start working over her dress. Fingers proceeded to gather up the soft chiffon and pulling it over her hips. She plucked up the lace material of her bra and then covered her tits before fixing the dress' straps. 'Windows… Stand by the windows—Cigarette. Shooting the shit with each other,' her instinct instructed in rapid-fire speed. Seconds later, her stiletto-adorned feet trotted the several inches across the floor to the windows' location. Her eyes peeped her clutch purse as it sat on the venting system's surface. Her left hand swiftly snatched up the purse and brought it to rest in front of her. Then, she proceeded to pull off the charade that she was staring out of the windows at the presented scenery. As she eyed the luminous Gotham City's skyline, her hearing picked up the sounds that were roaming through the Presidential Suite.
"—OPEN THIS FUCKIN' DOOR, NOW, YOU FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!"
"WHAT'SA MATTAH?!" Boomerang cackled.
Kaia listened to the sound of the door's lock being disengaged.
"YAH SOUND LIKE YAH DON'T LIKE GOOD OL' BOOMY!"
There was soft creaking of the wooden door being slightly shaken in its frame. It was followed by the sound of the door's ridges being slid across the metal tracks. However, the noise was cut short.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" It was shouted into the room. It was live, clear and loud with the animosity boiling to the rim.
The bouncer's raised voice caused Kaia to flinch. She peered over her left shoulder, at the scene that was in the process of unfolding. She watched a massively-sized bouncer, dressed in the club's 'employee' garb, charge further into the suite. His face held a mask of irritation while his eyes were heavily gazing at the retreating Captain Boomerang. He, on the other hand, was in a frisky-jovial mood. The bizarre Aussie still had a soft cackling attached to his mouth while he lightly jogged backwards and away from the approaching guard. His hands were raised, in a mock-surrender gesture.
"What'sa mattah, dear ol' boy—
"I should fuck you up!" the bouncer growled as he glowered at the joking Aussie.
Four large, obscured shapes entered her peripheral view. Kaia turned her observing gaze towards the suite's exit and she discovered four more bouncers entering the room. All of the men wore intimidating masks of anger, which were aimed towards Boomerang. She took note that each man's hands weren't too far from their holstered guns' locations. Her fear began to penetrate her soul. 'De-escalate this shit, before it becomes out-of-hand,' her conscience urged. She stepped away from the windows.
"Ol' Boomerang was havin' a bit of—
"You heard us outside banging on the door—
Captain Boomerang cackled. "Yee-Yeah! Me was havin' a bit of fun wit yah!"
The lead bouncer unleashed a throaty groan. "You son-of-a—
Kaia raised her right hand in the air, waving it, in hopes of getting the bouncer's attention. "We were just talking!" she declared. Six pairs of eyes landed their gazes upon her. Her skin became flustered with waves of chilliness. She chalked it up as being a sign of recognizing the tension that was building. "We…He was just joking…" Her sight made a glimpse at Digger, who was eyeing the bouncer that was in front of him. He held a smug grin on his lips. She returned her gaze to the bouncer. "…around with you…" Her feet made a few more steps before coming to a stop. "…It was nothing too serious," she informed the imposing man, dressed in black. "He…" She glimpsed at Digger again. A mask of mild irritation crossed her face. "…apparently likes to joke around," she groaned. She glanced at each of the bouncers that were inside of the room. "Sorry about that one."
"Mmph," the lead bouncer hummed, before kissing his teeth. His dark-colored eyes rolled in their sockets and turned their gaze onto the rugged man that stood before their owner. Both men stared at each other, an obvious attempt of them sizing each other up. A multi-second stream of silence began. It was disrupted, when he opened his lips and spoke. "Sweetheart, get your shit and go back downstairs," he ordered. "Don't worry about the…" In his best Australian impersonation, he grunted "…the Aussie…" His lips snarled. "…we will escort him back downstairs."
Kaia's head softly nodded. "Okay," she murmured. She made a pair of backwards steps before she turned away from the men. She quickly trekked back over to the windows. Her sight took in the appearance of the windows' current state. Her brain conjured up an imagined scenario of a red-haired woman in a blue mono-kini perusing the suite. '…close the windows,' her instinct called out. Her right hand shot out in front of her and grabbed onto the handle that was attached to the window that was closest to the wall. She used all of her arm's strength to pull the window close. She swiftly locked the window. Her hands traveled over to the next window. She closed the window and set the lock in motion. She glanced over at the men before she grabbed for her purse. 'Okay, time to go,' her brain alerted her.
She eyed Captain Boomerang once more as she took her first step. The brash and rugged Australian kept his eyes on the prominent member of the small crew of bouncers. She took note of the lack of humor that he once possessed. Now, he was cloak in a sense of seriousness and well-contained hostility. She felt a twinge of fear. It was a fear of the unknown. She peered away from the intense scene and she proceeded to stroll away from the windows. With every step, she felt her stomach jostle and her skin grow a set of goose-pimples. She also felt the slippery-wetness that was in between her thighs, the only sign of their illicit transaction.
"Hey… Sheila!"
The muscles that were aligning her stomach became taut. Her feet came to an abrupt halt. She turned her head and glanced over her right shoulder, at Captain Boomerang. Her vision came across the sight of the enigmatic man. His blue-eyed gaze was still focused on his potential fighting opponent. But there was a lopsided smile on his lips. "Yes?" she said softly.
His blue eyes twitched in their sockets and were aimed at her. "Me still didn't git me money's worth," he announced. There was a snicker, which served as an affirmation for Kaia that he was teasing her.
The corners of her mouth curved northwards and a smile formed. Her gaze turned into a shy one and then she looked away. She proceeded on making her exit out of the Presidential Suite.
"Oh my God!" The shouted statement was an exaggerated call that rung out throughout the dancers' dressing room.
Kaia looked up from her flexing, bare left foot and stared into the direction from which the dramatic call had come from. Her sight landed on a bikini-clad woman who just entered the dressing chamber. She strolled into the comfy room with a lazy strut attached to her steps. There were a platoon of limp dollar bills hanging from the strings of her bottom. Her lightly tanned skin was covered in a layer of sweat and was ruddy with exertion. On the top of her head, there was a ratty, makeshift knot. She had her fists raised in the air, in triumph.
"Thank the Lord that this night is over!" she declared as she walked into the direction of the lockers. She was unaware of Kaia's glowering. "It was so fucking dead out there!"
"It's typical…"
Kaia tore her attention away from the woman that was heading over to the lockers and she stared at the second woman. She was sitting at another vanity table. She was staring at her reflection that was provided by the mirror. Her hands were in the process of rubbing lotion into her left arm's flesh.
"…for a Sunday night," the woman informed her. "It's always dead on Sunday nights. It's as bad as Thanksgiving and Christmas nights."
"Well… Now, I know! ...The next time David or Vinnie calls me and asks me to dance on a Sunday, I know what to tell them!" she announced before opening up the locker that contained her belongings.
'Hmph. That's been duly noted.' Kaia returned her attention to her aching feet. Her fingers kneaded and massaged the sore spots that was deeply imbedded in her left arch. Her foot cried out in relief. Her sight glimpsed at the pair of discarded platform shoes that were on the carpeted floor.
Since her departure from the Presidential Suite, she didn't have the opportunity to give her feet a proper rest. She returned to the dressing room and immediately gone to freshen up. She gathered up her first outfit, her toiletries and a new bikini set, before she traveled to the bathroom to wash up again. She used one of the sinks and washed away all of the evidence of Captain Boomerang. It was during the rinsing process, when her arousal made another resurgence. Her eyes used the mirror that was mounted behind the sinks to stare at the reflection that belonged to her. She believed that she looked exactly how she felt, at the moment. A woman that was thoroughly fucked and managed to gain intense pleasure from it. Her neck and throat were decorated with maroon-colored blots, her love-bites. Her left areola possessed the indentation of Boomerang's teeth. Her brain conjured up the moment of when she felt his teeth sank into her flesh. It brought forth more pleasant and carnal memories from the night's festivities. Her pussy became inflamed and wet. Her need for gratification was stronger than her logic and preservation. She placed herself in an empty toilet stall and then stroke herself into another climax. Despite having the knowledge of her sexual needs, she needed the memories of Aussie's prick to help her reach her orgasm. Her own fingers couldn't do it.
Kaia eventually did make it out of the bathroom. She slipped on her clothes and made it back to the club room. She fulfilled her objective, which was the one that she originally planned on before Captain Boomerang came into her life with his 'Presidential Suite' request. She mingled with the male customers that lounged in the spacious room. She pretended to flirt with the ones that shown signs of being interested in buying a private dance with her. She would laugh at their jokes, perform shy touches and grazes to their arms as she spoke to them. She pretended to be engage in their points of views and opinions. She managed to succeed with a few men. There were five requests, in total. In between the dances and during the mingling in the parlor room, her eyes would make glances towards the shrouded entrance that led to the stairwell for the Presidential Suites.
"Vinnie's coming!" It was spoken in a sharp and terse whisper.
It also pulled Kaia from her thoughts. Her sight left off of her shoes and landed on the scene that was presented in front of her. She surveyed the half-naked and dressed women traipsed around the dressing room, in a display that showcased their frantic energy. She eyed dancers as they revealed their bundles of money and dissect which portions were going to Vinnie. She spotted a pair of half-naked women trot into the bathroom, the place where they would hide their money in the toilets' tanks. There was a woman kneeling on the carpeted floor, in front of her assigned locker and shoving a thick stack of bills underneath. A trio of women were placing their bills inside of their carrying luggage pockets, whether if they were hidden pockets or the standard ones. As she watched the scene unfold, she listened to the sounds of their voices.
"Shit! I forgot to hide…"
"Bianca, do you still have any more of that double-sided tape? I need to tape my shit to the vanity table…"
"…fuckin' fat-ass, greasy motherfucker always comin' 'round and takin'…"
"I wish David was here. He wouldn't do this shit—
"David's too busy with his head so far up his wife's ass to even care 'bout us! He's too busy living the 'Leave it To Beaver' lifestyle, up in Glendale to even care 'bout his brother gouging us out of our money!"
Kaia's eyes peered away from the scene and she glanced at her own purse, which sat in front of her, on the vanity table. Her mind began to drift off and reflect about the night's earnings. 'Five lap dances in the private room. Twenty bucks, each…One-two-three… That's sixty… Four-five… A hundred bucks. Then there's the two dances in the Presidential Suite… Two-twenty-five… That's four-hundred and fifty dollars. Plus, the one-hundred that's in the bag… Five-fifty. Plus, the one-hundred dollars from the lap dances. That's… Six-fifty. Divide that by two and that's three-hundred and twenty-five dollars. He's taking three-hundred and twenty-five—Ughhhhhh!' Her plump lips formed a snarl as her anger brew. Even though it wasn't the entire amount of her earnings, she still didn't want to give Vegas Vinnie not a goddamn thing.
"LAY-DEES! LAY…"
Kaia looked away from her purse and she aimed her gaze at the dressing room's entrance. She took in the two forms that entered the room. Her stomach rumbled, in response to the spike in her anger. Vinnie entered the private establishment with arms raised and extended to his sides. V, the dancer-slash-the club's 'eyes and ears' walked along beside him, with her Amazonian-like frame covered in a black kimono-styled robe. Her sight was mostly on Vinnie.
"…DEES! LAY-DEES!" the club's manager jubilantly announced as he shuffled further into the room. "You know what time it is!" he announced. There was a wave of murmurs from the dancers. The short-statured man had chosen not to respond to the calls of disappointment. "Alright ladies, let me have it!" His short and stubby fingers wiggled, gesturing for his monetary share.
'I have something in mind for your fat-ass, but it's not what you think it is,' Kaia secretly grumbled. She slipped her foot to the floor and sat up straight in her chair. She glimpsed at her feet as they flexed against the soft carpet, for a few seconds before she returned her attention to Vinnie. She spotted him as he was retrieving a thin stack of money from a seated dancer. Her eyes took in the sight of V as she collected Vinnie's share from the dancers, who were stationed on the other side of the room. She eyed Vinnie as he walked to another dancer, who simply dropped a thin stash of currency into his left palm. Her skin prickled and the hairs on her arms stood up, when her hearing picked up a gleeful snicker from the despicable man. She watched his stubby fingers meticulously count the money that his hands held.
"For a slow night, y'all ladies had done well, tonight!" he declared as he stared down at his bundle of cash. He cackled. "Papa is going to have a good night, tonight, at The Funhouse!" he chuckled.
'And I hope that you lose all of that money, you asshole,' she quietly hoped. 'I hope… The Joker breaks both of your damn legs while you're there.'
Kaia watched Vegas Vinnie continue to unfairly collect the earnings from her fellow co-workers. When he was a foot away from her, she turned her attention to the purse. Her right hand picked up the purse and settled it on her lap. She produced the small stack of the money that she stored in her purse, earlier in the night.
"D-Digger! Right there, baby…"
Her brain cruelly flashed the salacious memory of when she was laying underneath the Aussie, on the chaise lounge chair in the suite, as he pounded his cock in her.
"…Shhhh-it, baby! Ahhh, got-damn, your dick feels so fuck—Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!"
She recalled every feature: the sights, the sounds and the smells from their rut. She recalled the blushing of his face as he hovered above her. There was the expression of concentration on his face as he intently gazed at her. The brief glimpses of his wet cock as it piston out of her eager pussy. The sounds of the groaning leather as their bodies writhed against it. The repetitive whining from his metal belt buckle as he fucked. The distorted sounds from the music that came from downstairs, in the parlor room. The music that played in the suite. The amorous noises that came from their mouths as they fucked and the signs of his prick stroking her wet channel. The smell of their fragrance-covered sweat. The faint scent of alcohol that covered his breath. The fading smell of the leather that was beneath her. She remembered it all and was awarded with phantom sensations, which lure her arousal from its sleep. Her cunt twitched underneath the cotton that made up her baggy sweatpants.
'No! Don't. Even. Go there, Kay!' her conscience ordered. She took note of the heaviness that managed to take up space in her chest. Then there was the moisture that managed to coat her thighs. 'Shit… What-the-fuck is wrong with my ass?! I know that I haven't gotten laid in over a year, but this shit right here is ree-damn-diculous!'
"Kaia…" It was Vegas Vinnie.
She looked away from her purse's interior and she glanced at the man that stood in front of her. His extended hand with its palm facing the ceiling, was the first thing that she saw. Hell, it was the inappropriately close to her face that she could smell the scent of the money's ink off of his skin. Her sight crashed on his face.
"…let's go," he simply stated.
Her hearing picked up the sounds of three sharp snaps from his fingers. Her eyes glimpsed at his fingers before staring down into her purse. Her right hand plucked up the stash of money from out of the clutch. She held it in front of her and she slowly counted the six-hundred and fifty dollars in front of him, so he wouldn't assume that she was trying to cheat him. Afterwards, her right index and middle fingers, along with her thumb peeled three, one-hundred dollar bills, a twenty and then a five-dollar bill from the stack. She eyed his offering hand as she placed the money on his palm. Her quiet-malevolent glare landed on his face. She watched his dark gray eyes scan the money in his hand. Once again, his fingers proceeded to count the currency.
"You had a good night, tonight," Vinnie concluded as he surveyed the amount. There was a mild sense of surprise in his tone.
Kaia softly nodded her head. "Yeah… If you can call it that," she murmured. She glanced at the money that was in her hand. She stuffed the money in her purse. She placed the bag onto the vanity table. She swung her legs into the space that was in between the chair and the table. Her forearms landed on the tabletop and then her chin came to rest on her left forearm. Her eyes peered at her reflection.
"So… You and Boomer-fag…"
A short grunt escaped her throat and a frown appeared on her face, in result of the crass nickname.
"…did ya… You know? I take it that ya did, ever since you had a second dance with him," Vinnie remarked.
Her mind recalled snapshot-like moments from the night. The corners of her lips softly smiled. "No," she lied. "He wanted to give me a hundred bucks to go 'round the world' with him, but I told him that he had to come with more money than that. He wouldn't budge. I told him to 'fuck off' and then he asked for a bee-jay instead. That seemed reasonable, so I gave him one for a hundred bucks."
Vegas Vinnie chuckled. "…ha-ha-ha-ha! That cheap fucker! You should've picked his pockets while you were down on your knees," he chuckled.
She softly shrugged her shoulders and took on a mask of indifference. Yet, she was grossed-out about this man's entire being. 'God, I hope he ends up getting fucked up by one of the Joker's men, tonight, while he's gambling away our money.' Her sight watched V's reflection become clearer as she walked over to them.
"Here ya go, Boss," V muttered after approaching the shorter man. She handed a large stack of money to him.
"How much is there?" mumbled Vinnie.
"I counted about six-thousand," she answered.
Kaia felt a dull ache imbed itself in her chest, right in the center. 'Six-thousand dollars… That will be in the hands of some casino before the sun could come up, today…'
"Oooh-ooh-ooh!" Vinnie gleefully hummed. "Tonight was definitely a good night for me!" he softly swooned. "Alright, I want you to meet me, up in my office. Wait for me, there and I'll give you your cut," he instructed.
"Alright, Boss," she whispered.
Kaia placed her forehead on her forearm and draped her other arm over the back of her head. She heard the sounds of footsteps as her eyes watched her lap. 'I'm sick of this shit,' she whispered in her head.
"Alright ladies…" Vinnie shouted into the dressing room. "…it was a pleasure doing business with all of you!" There were a few whispered curses and groans. "Don't forget to put your shares into the pot before y'all go… Or, Tony, the waitresses, Maggie and the guys behind the bar won't leave here with anything extra!"
She listened to Vinnie's footsteps as he made his exit from out of the dressing room. She didn't need to see his departure, thanks to the waves of cursing that came from the other dancers.
"I am so sick of this shit! I cannot wait until I save up enough to get-the-fuck out of Gotham!" exclaimed one particular dancer.
'You and me, both, sister.'
"The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king…"
Ms. Billie Holiday's singing voice continued to spill inside of Kaia's bathroom.
'Ah—
"Ugghhh…" her mouth groaned while she submerged her body underneath the blanket of the thick, soapy foam. The hot bathwater jostled and crashed against the bathtub and her, as she settled. Once her back touched the smooth marble, her limbs lost their tautness. Her legs stretched in front of her while her arms came to rest on the edge of the Jacuzzi-styled tub. The back of her head came to rest on the edge of the tub just as another sigh of relief came from her mouth.
"…I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above…"
Her full lips parted and the words began to spill from her mouth.
"…It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love…"
She sang along with Ms. Holiday as she attempted to relax during the soaking process of her bathing. Her body was compliant by allowing the heated, weightless sensation to take over. Her mind, however, wouldn't submit to the alluring sensations. She was going over the moments that occurred less than six hours prior. She recalled her nieces' faces as they realized that it was her, who had managed to sneak up on them while they walked to Alana's schoolyard. She saw the despair fizzle out and watched the relief and joy fill their eyes. It was enough to make her eyes sting and her heart to jolt in its cavity. She remembered the stench of mildew that clung to their clothes, when she hugged each girl. Then there were the signs of their clothes' poor upkeep. The ill-fitting pants that were on Alana. The thin, frumpy pullover sweater that covered Mia's body. Both of the girls' battered backpacks. She recalled the conversations: the idle chit-chat and the recitation of the promises that she mentioned to Alana. The feeling of being physical helpless for the children. She remembered the moments when each girl as they made their way to their schools, Alana had gone to the building that housed her elementary school while Mia traveled to the building that was across the street. The strong sense of determination, when she made it back to her vehicle and her eyes spotted her brother's picture.
Then, there was her trip down to the crummy, Dwight Eisenhower Memorial Building that housed the Gotham City Electric Company's customer service unit, which was a few miles away from the city's tourist-laden plaza. She arrived an hour after the building was opened to the public, so she was met with a long line, when she entered the lobby. She joined the line, all the while, clutching onto the paper decree that stated Jackie's current balance for her account with the company. An hour and twenty minutes later, as well as, three-hundred and sixty-four dollars and twenty-three cents short, she made her exit out of the building with the intention of leaving Gotham City, in her mind.
Once she reached the toll booth that was at the other end of the Tri-Gate Bridge, a strong sense of looseness was showered down on her. She looked at her rear view mirror, at the scene of Gotham City's skyline and deeply sighed. The city was where it belonged: behind her. Unlike her travel to the city on Sunday night, there was heavy traffic on the roads, so it had taken her longer to arrive to Yakonkwe Falls. As she drove the hills-adorned, 'sleepy town' to get home, she listened to a radio station's report. It was a weather forecast, which called out the strong chance of a snowing for the night and for the next day. It was the inspiration for a detour trip to a local supermarket, where she bought groceries and other supplies that would keep her satisfied during this potential weather occurrence. After her grocery shopping task, she headed home.
Kaia arrived to her quiet neighborhood, twenty-three minutes later. Her home, a split-level house, was stationed on a dead-end street named Peach Grove Lane. It was a long block that was situated on a hill. It was one home out of the six houses that was in the neighborhood. Each house held about five acres of land in between them, which meant that there was a lengthy walking distance between each home. However, Kaia was on friendly and familiar terms with every one of her neighbors.
After putting away her groceries, she decided it was time for her bath and then for her bed. Her joints and muscles practically cried out for the hot, sudsy water that filled the drop-in tub. Her skin just wanted the imaginary grit and grim to be washed off of her.
"…You'll never know how slow the moments go…"
"CAH-LEAR-CLUNK!"
It was the sound of something heavy dropping, somewhere in her home.
"…till I'm near to you…"
Her drowsy eyes snapped open just as her body flinched inside of the bathwater. Fright touched her spirit as she realized that a person could've been inside of her home. Kaia slowly lifted off of the back of her bathtub and sat in an upright position. Her hearing tried to pick up any more signs of possible life: footsteps, a heaving breath, the sounds of the floorboards creaking or anything else.
"…your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars abov—
The lovely sounds of Billie's voice were interrupted, when she heard the abrasive noise of the bathroom's door being crashed into the wall that was behind it. Her eyes also picked up the sight of the sudden occurrence. Her instincts for self-preservation kicked in. Her lips unleashed a shrilled yelp as she shot up into a standing position. She backed herself into wall that was next to the tub. Her right hand shot out in front of her while her left hand attempted to cover her breasts. Her wide eyes focused on the doorway, waiting for the intruder to come into the bathroom. "Please, don't hurt…" A large body filled up the threshold that was in between the room and the corridor. "…me…" Her eyes became wider, when her sight came across a familiar sight. Her jaw dropped open and her breath became caught in her throat. 'W-What? W-W-What is he…?' A shuddering, shrilled gasp of shock came from her throat.
"Woman… Yah don't look happy tah see me," quipped Digger, also known as 'Captain Boomerang'. His natural wide strides led him into the steamy, master bathroom. He walked up to the side of the tub and stood a few feet in front of a petrified Kaia. His blue eyes surveyed the room. An appreciative whistle was sung from his lips. "Ace!" he groaned as he eyed the corners of the bathroom. His gaze landed on her. "Wha' are yah doin' there? Standin' up like yah daft or sumthin'," he remarked.
'Oh my God. Oh my God… Oh my God… He's…' A few strangled and strained whimpers came from her mouth. '…He's here. He's here… He's—How?! How? H-How is he…? How?!' Her lips reunited, but only for a moment. They parted again, a few seconds later. "Wha… Wha-What are you d-doing in-in my h-h-h-home?" she managed to spit out.
His right hand reached behind his head and pulled his knitted cap off. "Need a place to rest me head during me leave…"
'Leave? What 'leave'? He's… Military?'
"…Hotels are exy and most places in Gotham are too iffy for me taste…"
'Military?' her brain continued to ponder. Her eyes surveyed the bathroom's exit. "I-I-I-I…" she stuttered as her fear ran through her body.
"…Needed a safe place to rest me head, where people won't do too much pryin' on me. Figured that yah place would—
"H-How d-did yah know where I liv-liv-live?" she inquired.
"Tha bludger at tha club told me where yah live," he confessed.
'The 'what'?' Her brow wrinkled as she eyed the Aussie with confusion laced in her eyes. "The… Blud—
"Bludger," he reaffirmed. "Tha fat, little shit at the club—Oh, by the way…" His right hand brushed his jacket off of his hips and then was shoved into his jeans' pocket. Fingers made indentations against the denim as they searched for whatever content that he was looking for. Within eight seconds, he searched, found and procured the object that he was looking for. Then he slapped her right palm. "…He wanted yah to have a parting gift."
Kaia knew that Digger slipped money into her hand without seeing it. But once he removed his paw from off of hers, she peered down at her palm. A one-hundred-dollar bill was facing her. It was sprinkled with burgundy spots. 'Blood,' her conscience alerted her. A horrified gasp escaped her mouth. Her right hand began to violently tremble. Her instinct allowed her to drop the thin stack of bills in disgust. She watched the money drop into the tub.
"Oi!" he cried out, in irritation. "Sheila… A bit thick!" Digger crouched down and stuck his right hand inside of the bathwater. His fingers collected every discarded bill that managed to float along the surface. "Yah don't want it… Fine. Then it's me money then." He stood upright. He shoved the wet currency into his jeans' pocket. His eyesight landed on the naked, wet woman that was standing in front of him. A lopsided smirk crept upon his face.
Kaia picked up the mischievous glint in his cerulean-blue orbs. A wave of chilled air covered her skin while a blush filled her face.
"Yah havin' a bit of a bath, aren't yah?" she heard him say. He didn't wait for her response. He had taken a few steps away from the side of the tub. His fingers grabbed at the metal slider of his jacket's zipper and he unfastened his track jacket.
'What-What is he doing?' she silently said to herself as her wide eyes observed his act of disrobing. First, it was his jacket and then his tank top. He tossed both items to the tiled floor. "What… What are you doing?" she said softly, to his broad back.
Digger turned back around and faced the young woman. The lopsided smile had turned into a full-fledge smile. His feet had taken a few steps towards the bathtub again. His fingers reached for the fastening to his leather belt. "Me 'bout to get me money's worth."
