Zadore nervously wobbled to the back entrance-room, looking behind him and around in every which-way direction he could before pulling back the steel framed door at the signaled three-two knock upon it. As if born from the dark, not knowing how close to the truth it was, the hooded man he was expecting emerged from the night with his two fellow guards close behind him. Not that he even needed them, it was all for show and it didn't hurt to have a extra set or two of eyes watching his back.
"Richard, my friend, always a pleasure to have your presence grace us." The rounded, rolly man laughed as his hands smoothed up and down the wide girth of his stomach that went before him.
Riddick's feral smile could be seen from the dark space under his leather hood. "Here, I thought it was my money you enjoyed seeing, Zee."
"Please, don't insult me..." Zadore feigned not wanting the money that was held in hand by the omniscient man hidden behind leather robes. "You're money is no good here."
'So, full of shit!' Riddick chuckled inside at the man he came to tolerate almost like actually having a friend, with his many visitations to his establishment over the 'lonely' months.
At the indication of his thought, the fat, jovial man snatched the small hide-satchel from his hand and proceeded to prod and squeeze it like testing a piece of fruit to see if it's ripe.
"But I am a poor business man and your charity is greatly appreciated." A dissatisfied look came across the man's plump face, his whiskered lips curling on one side. "Gonna cost you extra today, ole' boy."
Riddick looked over his shoulder to one of his guards, no words exchanged, just a look and the guard tossed the rolly-polly host another satchel of credits smaller then the first.
"What the hell is so special about today?" Riddick asked as Zadore decked in gold and maroon robes, always pristine in the finest fabrics, lead him to his usual table. One of many tables he reserved for his most honored guests--by honored he meant most well-paying clientele.
Zadore raised his brow, his short stature looking up to Riddick's towering height. "Beside the fact that you're weeks early for your next visit?"
Riddick shrugged his shoulders in a lazy roll at the accusation in the man's voice. "I'm looking for someone....ran into a dead end. Need to burn off some anger that doesn't inquire someone loosing their life."
The rolly man just nodded his head absently, not really caring why he was here just glad for his money....he meant for the company. He turned an enormous smile to the killer and clapped his hands together as his accented voice continued from where he left off.
"Well, you've come here on the right day, my friend! The lovely Mitra has brought her sweet morsels here to my humble abode." Zadore said with gusto, and wiggled his brow suggestively. "All the energy you need to burn off that anger, if you know what I mean."
"Sick fuck." Riddick jabbed playful in his deep voice, not paying attention to the stares or glares sent his way as he walked along side the owner of one of the most seedy gentleman's club on the darker side of town had to offer.
He liked the place, for one thing Zadore may be a greedy fuck, but he made sure his girls stayed clean and his establishment didn't smell like piss and days old seamen visibly coating wherever one could literally do the deed at--with hand or female.
"You forget, very rich, sick fuck." The jovial man chuckled as Riddick lounged into the chair at his reserved table like a king on a throne.
His merculian eyes scanning the scantily clad woman busy keeping the men entertained with bringing drinks and doing paid 'favors' as he watched heads or hands bob up and down between thighs and tunics. His silver pools continued to roam catching the glimpses of stares and leers his way that would quickly vanish as his eyes came upon them. Yea, they hated him....the very fact they didn't know who he was made him a threat. The strange, hooded man that never showed his face, appearing once or twice a month, coming and leaving like the wind.
And it would stay that way, the fuckers would piss themselves if they actually knew who he was....what he'd become.....and the new role, plus powers, he so recently acquired. The glares and smirks wouldn't come so readily toward his way then....but then that would be taking away all the fun.
Besides he was on edge, and needed a release of this type after the fucking day he had. That bitch, Lajjun, didn't give much details on the whereabouts of Kyra. Just that she was here on Helion Prime, seen in the markets and if he knew any better he had the feeling the dark skinned woman was trying to buy the girl some time. Maybe hoping she would end up leaving the planet before being found, or just hopefully never be found at all if still here.
And she was.....still here, that is.....He could feel her and the beast inside rumbled with pleasure at the connection he was finding easier to break through inside her. The months of establishing that connection with the quasi-dead, frying his damn mind, paid off and with his own wield of powers from the late Lord Marshal--After all, you keep what you kill. Riddick was getting through to her on his own, but even at times that was a challenge as she seem to fight tooth and nail to block him. And he didn't understand why....or how?
"So, my friend..." Zadore spoke, breaking him from troubled thoughts as he took a seat beside the hidden Lord Marshal. "....what is this person you seek? Maybe I can be of some help?"
Riddick traced his calloused, strong fingers around the lip of the burning candle on the table, toying with the wavering flame. "A girl..."
"Why didn't you say so?" The obese man laughed grabbing a blond that was walking pass to get a order of drinks at the bar. "Getting hard already? Mhahaha."
His hand held her upper arm, while his other fondled her huge breats held behind a blue laced bra, they boncing around his greasy hand as if filled to the brim with gel. "As you can see I do own some of the finest."
Zadore turned her around and juggled her ass cheeks as well for his friend's inspection before pushing the distraught girl into the lap of the killer where she instantly tensed at the dark air that seem to surround him. She swallowed hard, eyes wide as his fingers came down the length of her neck, over her exposed shoulder before grabbing her arm and pushing her away.
"Thanks....but, I like my fish a little more squirming." His deep voice pouredfrom his throat.
Zadore gave a bellowed laugh at the confusing man's action, there still was much he didn't know about the guy. As the girl stood there not knowing if she should be insulted or glad that she survived against the face of death.
"Get us some drinks, Hunny!" Zadore ordered, slapping the stunned girl's ass, prompting her toward the bar. "Blonds not your type, huh?"
"Not the type I'm looking for tonight. Something more alive, if your establishment carries the sort?" Riddick's rolling, thunderous laugh came under his breath as he teased the man.
Zadore puffed up, fronting insult as he pulled at his robes covering his chest. "Don't insult me, Richard, I carry all the likes....the best here!"
Even the jolly as round as he was had to break out into laughter and slapped the man's shoulder. "Just wait until the show, I'm sure what you're looking for can be found among Mitra's beauties."
The fat man looked up toward the floor as the lights dimmed down to almost blackness and a field of color lasers spotted and streaked the space for the dancers.
"Ah, speaking of beauties here they come now." He laughed and settled back deeper into his plush seat as girls swirled onto the floor each in various colors covering very little of their bodies.
Riddick relaxed back into his own red-plush chair, drinking in the sight, prepared to enjoy the show as his men sat at a table behind him, dismissed and unneeded as usual. His lips stretched to a lazy grin as a sensual recorded voice singed out some Gypsy tune among the loud base of drums and techno beat that filled the ears while toned, curvy, and smooth bodies assaulted the eyes.
'Beautiful.'
This indeed was going to be quite interesting...
Kyra almost lost her footing as she and the girls ran out onto the floor, arms stretched to the side, circling the center dance floor for the men to get a view of each one of them. She was only able to practice during the four weeks it took them to reach Helion Prime, the rest of them have been doing this for years.
"Shit!" She cursed stubbing her toe into the floor again, finding it hard to keep up with the pace of which the dance was carried out.
"Don't think about it, Kyra, let the music carry you." Taya advised next to her as they spun around once in a blur of color before stepping one foot in front of them at a time and thrusting their hips out from side to side.
Easier said then done. She was fully aware of what to do, but the added stress of the earlier contact via telepathy or whatever shit that was going on inside her mind was doing a number on her. If she tried to convince herself of not being crazy before, with seeing her younger-self in mirrors, glasses and other stuff, having the silver-eyed stalker inhibit her mind was another blow to her sanity.
Kyra growled out a breath, rolling her hands up in time with the music, and switching her hips in what she hope was seductively as the other girls tried showing her to do on one of their many practice sessions.
"Feel, Kyra, feel....don't do." Taya whispered to the girl as they spun close to each other in the middle of the floor in a tight circle then spread back out again, flowing skirts spinning around them.
Blowing out a breath of irritation, Kyra tried taking the Indie girl's advice and closed her eyes allowing the music to wash over her and seep inside. The beat got stronger and faster in pace and she found, letting go and embracing the music, her body finding the steps and flow easier as the girls twirled and manipulated their bodies in an intricate pattern of moves. Enticing and capturing their audience, mesmerized by the movements of flesh and limbs under the spectrum of lights and flashes.
Snaking their bodies down, hips churning and knees spread out eagle style as they went to their heels to open their legs up wider, teasingly, before winding back up straight. Hair whipped about, hands touched at breasts and at junctions between shapely thighs, making the men drool with want and need.
The girls slid their bodies down like belly dancers, moving stomachs in ripples as they fell to the floor face down, spreading arms and legs out to meet the ones next to them.
"What did I tell you?" Zadore boasted, and grabbed up his glass to gulp down the fiery liquid inside. "No doubt you find what you need among them!"
Riddick discarded his drink, mind too wrapped in the flesh performing in front of him, and shifting slightly to ease the lack of room he was finding in his black cargo pants. The heat inside his leather, hooded robe seem to double as his body became hard and ached for relief. His beast growling for the carnal satisfaction to take from one of the eye candies.
Time to play, Dickie boy.
He felt his cock twitch and swell as the girls pumped their pelvis into the floor, asses rising and falling as they made love to the black and white marble before raising their top halves up onto their hands to give seductive winks to the crowd.
Kyra was on a high that came from pounding music and adrenaline freely coursing through pumped veins. She was loose and enjoying the stares as her body kissed the air in dizzying movements. She didn't care where she was, it was just her, the flashing of lights and music filling her senses and taking over, bringing her a euphoria she never felt unless tipsy or pouding away at bloody flesh and it was becoming addicting.
The girls flowed into another round of fast paced steps before taking a turn Kyra wasn't expecting as each of them went out into the crowd of men as they each picked one lucky guy to become part of the act as they danced pervocatively for him. Not to look like the odd one out, she quickly jumped into the routine and sauntered up to the nearest table, pushing the guy and chair back with the sole of her foot to climb onto the top of his lap.
Riddicks lips split into a predatory grin, as the girl wiggled onto his thighs pressing her curves dangerously into his chiseled body. His silver eyes starring from under his hood into emerald-green orbs behind a matching veil.
"I hope you know what you're doing?" His deep voice whispered to the girl who only seem to hesitate for a moment at the sound of it before grinding her hips with the beat into his pelvis.
"Why? Not liking it?" She spoke in a high voice, he could laugh not understanding the reason for her trying to mask it, and she pressed herself harder and closer into his body.
Her eyes smiled and her lips did the same behind the veil as she received a groan from him, that even he seemed shock to have released. She didn't know what the hell she was doing in honesty, she never imagined 'this' could be enjoyable, but with the rush from dancing and the pulsating music her judgement was being impaired. Times she gave her body for favors in Cremetoria was anything but enjoyable...but this...this was different.
She could see his sharp, white teeth peak between strong, rough lips. "Let's just say, that isn't a gun in my pants."
Kyra looked down to the bulge in his cargo pants before sliding her eyes up slowly to his hidden face. "Then I shouldn't be worried if it goes off?"
Shit, that was hot, Dickie boy.....Fuck her, now!
Riddick's predatory smile went wider as a rumbling purr sounded from his throat, an incoming roll of thunder and he leaned closer to her ear. His lips barely brushing against the curve of her flesh.
"You should be careful....little girl....it just might..."
Kyra shivered as a spread of goosebumps took over her skin. Was she actually getting.....excited? But that was impossible. She felt desire for no men like that....but her body was telling a different tune as heat flared between her thighs with the connection against his body. She swallowed hard, mind reeling at the realization that hit her and curiosity broke through the haze of her mind at what this man looked like that made her body wet.
"What's with the hood...Big Boy....afraid of the light?" Kyra smirked her hands reaching up to pull it down, when his constricting fists chained her wrists haulting her from doing just that.
She paused in fear at the tight, but unpainful grip and the speed in which he grabbed her. Her eyes locked on him for a moment wondering what he would say and do when he just released one of her hands and pointed behind her. Kyra looked over her shoulder to see the other girls finishing up their dances for the men they signaled out and were returning back to the dance floor.
Riddick watched as she turned those captivating green eyes back to him, her lips spread in a sly smile as she slid her body from his lap, licking a trail of heat at the rub of her skin against his leather-clad body. She stepped to return back to the floor when his hand once more chained itself to her wrist stopping her from leaving. He didn't know why, and didn't even realize he did until his hand was around her silky skin.
There was something he couldn't describe about her and he had to feel it again, whatever it was...but like a door slamming on an unwelcome intruder so was gone the feeling. For almost a second there he could actually place a name to what it was and just as fast as it came, it was gone. She looked on at him, a bare hand not hidden by leather robes, with questioning eyes as he stared at her own smaller hand as if it was telling him the secrets of the universe.
His hood-clad head looked up to her, his lips in an unreadable smile as he let her go and settled back into his chair....just starring at her. She couldn't see his eyes or any part of his face except for his mouth, but she could feel his eyes, practically crawling upon her skin. She gave a shaky smile, forcing herself not to wipe away at his touch that seem to be left behind around her wrist and quickly joined her sisters on the floor.
The two men watched as the girl rushed back as if in a flee for her life from the hidden predator that was closer then she knew. Riddick's eyes' stayed glued onto the curious red-head with unruly curls, he was use to women fearing him and running away, they were smart not to trust him. Yet with her, it felt as if she was running not from the darkness that always kept him enveloped in its deep embrace but from a 'sense' of who he was and that....intrigued him.
Riddick came from the depths of him mind at the slap to his shoulder from the jolly-round man next to him. His eyes looking at the spot as if he would see an imprint or grease left behind from the chubby man's hand before he looked up to stare at Zadore.
"I think she likes you." The rolly man laughed, palm slapping on top the table as he chuckled loudly at his own taunting and wiped at unseen tears. He leaned his head sideways inspecting Richard's lower region.
"And from the looks of the tiger trying to escape from behind your robes...she's made a 'big' impression."
Riddick slowly turned his head to the man who started up in another cackle of laughter. "It's a knife."
Zadore held his hands in a gesture of surrender as he suppressed a smirk. "Hey, call it whatever you want my friend."
Riddick swished the six inch blade from under his robes in a blur and struck it into the table. The wood splintering as it made way for the embedded knife and stood tall catching the lazy glow from the flickering lights. An "Oh" expression crossed over Zadore's face as he look from the knife ruining his fine redwood, chestnut table to the hooded face of his favorite patron. Another bout of drunken laughter broke from his guttural throat vibrating the many folds of skin that adorn his body.
"I want first pick, Zee." Riddick's smooth, heavy voice spoke from behind the sip of firey drink he took from his glass.
"So, she did get to you?" Zadore gave his hand a lazy wavy in the air, dismissing his words and gulped more of the intoxicating substance. "You know I don't play favorites here...Name out of the bag...like everyone else."
Riddick reached into his robe's pocket, sometimes the irritating little, greedy fuck got on his nerves, but at least he knew the guy's M.O. He pushed the tan satchel filled with over a thousand credits toward the balding, lard-filled man. Zadore looked around, surveying if any eyes were on them as he placed his large framed hand over the small bag and pulled it toward him.
"See if I can't , un-hem, pull your name first from the bag."
"Do that." Riddick purred, his lips perching on the lip of the glass to feel the burn down his throat once again, while silver, all-seeing eyes went back to the dance floor.
Kyra returned to the girls, hand to her head and falling back into the dance routine for their finishing act, wild, fast and sexy.
"Some show you put on for the lucky bastard." Taya voice filled with hidden shock, knowing this wasn't something the girl quite enjoyed. "I don't think any of us had done it quite so...erotic."
The green-eyed girl cut her eyes at her brown-skinned Indie sister from the sound of teasing in her voice. "It's a show....all a show...just one huge fuckin front."
"I don't know...looks like you were enjoying your-Hey!" Taya squeeled as she quickly caught the falling skirt down her wide hips at the feel of Kyra'squick strike, undoing the clasp behind her.
Kyra chuckled but winced again and her hand pressed harder into her locks of hair against her head. "Damn it!"
"Hey, you ok?" Taya forgetting her anger at the pallor tone on her friend's face.
"Peachy." Kyra droned out the lie, she wasn't, though, since leaving from the leather-clad, hooded man whose eyes she could still feel fixed on her. Her head felt like a prickle of pins stabbing around inside, and the door she always kept Jack locked behind was having a hell of a time staying chained closed.
Taya raised a shapely brow, sensing the lie but didn't press for the truth as they broke back into the frenzy steps and movements that soon had their skin glisten with beads of sweat that shined like glitter from the strobes of flashing lights. One last strum of music and flare of lights and the girls froze with their final enticing step of dance as the lights died to a pitch blackness that had Kyra reverberating back to a previous fear before she bit down hard on her bottom lip to rein in control and put away such weakening reaction.
She just couldn't shake hidden eyes she felt only for her and with the lumenesents rising back on and a spot light focused on his pudgy companion next to him she wasn't entirely sure that just because his hood covered head was trained her way that he was actually looking at her. But the tingling crawl and shiver that slid through her told her other wise.
"I hope you Bastards are enjoying yourselves, my friends?" Zadore riled up the men on the mic and smiled widely, hands in the air as the men showed so by their cheers, whistles and Cat Calls that graced the air. "Shut the fuck up and settle down! It's time for the part you men really come here for, the putnanie!"
The men cheered and yelled loudly some more until he raised one hand, and then the other with the gold velvet bag he drew the 10 lucky names from while the others had to make due with the house regulars. Anticipation speared the men as they kept eyes locked on the wide-girth of a host, waiting, anxiously drooling and hoping to be the lucky first to have full pick of any girl standing in the front row.
Zadore plunged a wide, clubbed hand into the golden bag, making a show of mixing the bag as he bit on his visible meaty tongue, and looked heavenward. Slowly his hand pulled from the bag with a folded paper in his hand. Taking great care and building up the hype, he cautiously as if it would bite him he unfolded the paper and ignoring the real name that was printed boldly on the white piece of paper he directed the spot light with his hand to Richard whose predatory smirk curled on one side of his lips in a smugged grin.
Snarls and leers went his way as the luminescent system went to maximum voltage revealing the full extent of tall, muscular, broad man in leather robes and hidden-hooded face. He raised smoothly, causally, almost teasingly to the men who had an even more reason to hate his guts. It was a rare treat for Mitra and her girls to touchdown just anywhere, and for the asswhole to get first dibs, they were really loving him right now.
'Yea, that's right....this asswhole gets first pick...Eat it out, fuckers!'
"Shut up." He growled to his beast as he stalked his way to the lamb in line for slaughter.
They stood in a row, all in seductive stances, batting their eyes, and running their tongue over their lips to be chosen, while a few tried not to look intimidated by the dark aura they picked up from the hooded one. He looked from one to the next, as he went down the line in search of the one that had no doubt brought smoldering heat to the 'beast' between his thighs along with finding out why he picked up a little more then lust from her. He wanted a name to what was the thing he sensed from her and he was going to take his good ole' time finding out. Between slow, hard thrusts and her pleading cries, if necessary.
One by one he dismissed them out verbally in his deep, purring voice, too short, no blonds, not busty enough, more red tint to dark hair, until he came to the middle of the row and saw the green-eyed, unruly curled, girl that he wanted to finish what was started back at his seat. His hidden eyes locked onto her flaming green orbs, her brow raising, taunting him boldly and he had to break his mind away to reality to see the reason for her smugged behavior.
She wasn't side by side with the other girls, like one other, she stood in the row behind the line of beauties signalling she was off limits. His eyes settle back into hers and as if she could feel the return of his eyes, her throat rippled as she swallowed hard the knot that formed in her dried esophagus.
'Interesting...'
"So, what will it be, my friend?" Zadore voice broke over the sound system, prompting Riddick to choose already. He was sweating bullets for cheating for the man as it was, the glaring eyes, and muttering obscenities were putting him even more on edge.
Riddick looked from Zadore over his right shoulder, who was standing among the crowd of men, and back to the green exotic gaze behind matching emerald veil.
"Her."
To Be continued....
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