I laugh, knowing she will get fed either way, knowing it wasn’t really a question.
“I make something special for you two.” Zia kisses my cheek again and disappears into the kitchen.
“And Rain, Zia. He’s on the way,” Viv calls after her and the old lady nods in excitement.
Family is different from customers. When we come in she is happy.
“So, you heard my brother bought a hair salon.” Viv stifles her laugh.
“Yes, for his wife. You know, because he blew her lover’s head off.”
We both laugh now. It’s not actually funny, but to us it is.
“I’m pretty sure we are going to end up doing the work on the place. He said she wants to update it,” I add.
“Ugh, lucky you. It’s a real dump. Like a 1983 time warp. Even has a neon sign.”
I know the place, we drop and collect money there often, but Viv is a lady and ladies don’t need to know that stuff. Construction on that dump doesn’t sound like fun, but I will get suckered into it, I just know it.
Three
Dark Blonde
CHELSEY
Sal wins the fight, not that there ever was one, and we spend the night at his house after having dinner at a restaurant far from my real life. There are way too many knifes and forks.
The view from the tower high in the sky is beautiful and we are all alone in a secluded little corner. Sal has his hands up my dress before the wine is poured, and somewhere between the entrée and dessert I lose my knickers completely.
Later, when the valet returns his car, Sal helps me in and makes sure I give him a good look, forcing me to slide in at an uncomfortable angle. He bares those straight white teeth and perfect lips into a grin, and I want them on me and not just for a kiss.
From the sidewalk the young man in his maroon vest can see into the car where I am seated, looking down onto my lap. Sal knows it and as he gets in he pulls my dress up, giving the guy a good look before he floors it and leaves him slack jawed in the rearview mirror. The man beside me likes to play dirty games, and I have become his favorite toy.
His home is massive. The stark white furnishings and endless glass makes it feel like no one actually lives here, and by the amount of nights we have spent at hotels I believe maybe no one does. There is nothing out of place.
Except me – I’m really out of place.
The giant front door bangs closed and I just stand taking it all in. Sal runs his hands up my body, cupping my breasts over my dress, nuzzling my hair until he whispers in my ear.
“Run, Bunny. Run.”
We have played this game before, only there is nowhere to run to in a hotel room. Here there are so many possibilities that my heart beats faster and my eyes dart around looking for where I should go. In my hesitation he bites my earlobe, hard, and it makes me jolt into action.
He never runs, he stalks, slowly, watching me, predicting where I will go.
“Bunny, you can run faster than that.”
His low, growling voice is close behind me even though I am running and he is walking. I lose my shoes in the dining room. They clatter along the shiny marble floor which is cold under my feet.
“Bunny, Bunny, I am going to catch you.”
I want you to catch me, because I am too fucking tired to be running anywhere.
My chest is burning and my limbs move slower, the woozy feeling I’ve had the last week returns and my stomach rolls, all the blood in my body rushes away from my head and I sway. Grabbing onto a doorframe to hold myself up, I stop to catch my breath.
I count his steps. One. Two. Three. Four. I’m still standing and my heart is racing, but my breaths slow down. Five. Six.
“Got you, Bunny,” he growls, gripping me by my hips and grinding against me from behind. “You didn’t run very far.”
I wanted to get caught. I wiggle my butt against him, which makes him push harder.
“What happens to Bunnies that get caught?” He holds on tighter.
“They get eaten,” I pant out.
I feel his body pushing against me as it slides down to the floor so he is on his knees behind me. His hands slide up the back of my thighs beneath my short dress. I am heating up, his touch igniting my nerve endings while he moves closer to my naked pussy.
This is why I’m here, why I let him treat me like a possession, because he can do this.
“Yes, Sal,” I hiss out as he spreads my legs a little wider and pushes a finger inside me.
“You made me wait three days, Bunny. I don’t like waiting.”
He sinks his teeth into my bare ass, biting me hard enough to leave an imprint. There is a sting where I can feel broken skin and it only charges the electricity between us. Sliding his fingers out of me, Sal pulls my hips towards him so he can get to me with his mouth. The scratch of his stubble on my freshly shaved skin, and the softness of his tongue as he licks and bites me, drive me to the edge.
I grind, buck fucking his face in the doorway of his wife’s kitchen and it’s fucking fantastic. For a minute I wonder where she keeps the Tupperware and if she knows what he is doing? But wondering is cut short when Sal shoves a finger in my ass, making me cum all over his handsome silver-fox face.
When he stands and pulls my dress back down, I try to catch my breath and steady myself on my bare feet.
“I missed you, Bunny.” He winks, heading into the kitchen.
“I can tell,” I answer, fixing my clothing a little.
“Why’d you stay away so long?” He pours a glass of water and walks over to give it to me.
Shit.
“I was on my period.” That should shut him up.
“Bunny, that never stopped us before. You can suck dick while you are on your period. Next time don’t make me wait.”
I gulp down the water so I don’t have to answer him. He is good at spotting lies and I need him to believe me at this point.
“Finish that and get up on that counter.”
He points to the island in the middle of the room where a fruit bowl and a vase full of flowers decorates the granite top. It’s lower than the others, more a table surrounded by black leather chairs, like a classy breakfast nook.
I place my glass next to the small prep sink and head over to the counter, and stepping onto the chair I climb up as seductively as one can when climbing anything.
“On all fours. And take the dress off, I want to see what you look like in this lighting.”
The fluorescent down-lights shine brightly on the smooth surface and I’m suddenly a little self-conscious of how I might appear; it’s not the most flattering situation.
I kneel on the countertop with my back to the man that towers tall enough to cast a shadow over me, and slide the little dress up and over my head. Tossing it onto one of the chairs, I lower onto my hands and knees and look over my shoulder to appreciate his smile.
He leans against the wall and stares at me, not moving, just smiling and looking – he likes to look. When Sal looks at me like that I feel like I’m being seen for the first time. His gaze makes me drip with desire and I want to squeeze my legs together to fight the wetness I know he can see. But, I know better than to obstruct his view.
I hear his shoes tapping on the hard floor, each step closer to me, and I bite my lip and gaze in front of me, anticipation making me want what is coming so much more. I listen to every zipper tooth as he opens it; the sound carries through the empty house and with each one my heart beats faster.