Page 38 of Vicious Punks
Finding his room easily just like Logan said, I stumble into through his doorway and instantly, the smell of overpowering cologne hits my nose but confirms I’m in the right bedroom. Why do guys think that you need to soak in body spray like it’s going out of style? It’s like he dumped peppermints with spearmints inside someone’s granny trunk in an attic filled with mothballs. I leave the door cracked behind me and quickly shove the window wide open to air the place out before sitting on the checkered pattern bedspread with my legs crossed as I wait.
Hook, line, and sinker.
I lean back on my hands as the door silently closes, my gaze directed at my sequined heels that match my stockings. Logan picked out this outfit, a sequin halter top that pairs nicely with the short satin skirt that ends mid-thigh. Apparently, Gary likes it, too.
“I knew you wanted it. Sluts like you pretend you don’t, but here you are. On my bed. All alone,” Gary states cockily, crossing his room to sit beside me and tucks my hair over my shoulder. Sliding his fingers down my arm, he stares at my thighs while licking his lips.
“You have it all figured out.” I giggle, pretending to be buzzed, and he smirks this evil smile that makes me want to slap it off his face, but I restrain myself, by some miracle.
“Now, do what you do best and spread your legs for me,” he says and turns to place his wallet and cellphone on his nightstand. He thinks I don’t notice how he turns his camera on and positions it towards the rest of his room.
He’s recording this. Good, something to look back on years from now, and maybe he’ll learn his lesson by watching it over and over again because he won’t be able to help himself. That one time his world crashed around him, and he needed proof it really happened.
This guy is no foreplay, he turns back to me and starts slobbering all over me. He starts kissing down my neck, his mouth sloppy and rushed. He grabs the clasp around my neck as I hold still, not making a sound as my top pools around my waist. My breasts are exposed, the cool AC making my nipples pebble, and he takes that as a sign to grope me with one of his hands. His touch and groan makes my muscles lock up tight, I keep telling myself it’s no different compared to the strip club.
“I’ve been told I give the best head by multiple men. Why don’t you lie back and I’ll show you.” Before I’m done even talking, he’s unsnapping his khakis and laying down on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“Well, get to it, cunt,” he draws out, nodding towards his flaccid dick that has me swallowing down the vomit threatening to climb up my throat.
Standing from the bed, I unzip the back of my skirt to let it fall to the ground around my heels. I stand in front of him in high heels, diamond stockings attached to a garter strap around my thighs, and lacey, hot pink panties that look good against my skin. He glances over my body with a scowl and looks back down at his dick that still isn’t hard. Seems to me if he’s not pinning a girl down, it doesn’t work for him.
“How about I put on a little show for you? I’ll be so wet for you.” The tone of my voice is raspy and breathless, letting him think I actually want this.
“Hurry the fuck up and then suck my dick.” His voice grates on my nerves, but I climb back onto the bed until I’m sitting on his calves.
Far enough back that he can’t touch me, and so if he tries to go anywhere, he can’t. I’m going to distract him long enough that he won’t see the dagger tucked nice and comfy into the back of my garter until it’s too late. He won’t see me coming for him.
I slide my hands slowly up the curve of my hips and cup my breasts in both hands under his watchful gaze for a second, before running my fingers through my hair as I tip my head back like I’m experiencing ecstasy. He doesn’t once glance at my face, his focus is completely on my body. I lean back, bracing one hand on his calf as my other slides down my taut stomach towards the edge of my panties. Slipping my fingers inside, I try to think of something else to distract me.
Dalton comes to mind, the last time he made me gush all over his skilled fingers. With him taking front and center in my head, it’s easier to glide my hand into my panties and start rubbing my clit in tiny, fast circles. Taking my gaze away from the ceiling, I glance down to see Gary gazing at my moving fingers with lust, his panting breath loud as he grabs his balls, trying to get hard. It gives me a chance to slip the dagger out. He doesn’t know what the feeling is at first, when I move my hand out from behind my back to place it on his upper thigh… right next to his dick, that was just starting to rise to the occasion. I’m still not impressed by the little guy, he’s definitely not a grower.
“What is-” he starts to say absentmindedly but his whole body freezes when he glances down. “You fucking bitch!” he hisses, attempting to look menacing, but for once, I hold the power with a man under me.
“You're not allowed to call me bitch. That’s reserved for someone else. I’d watch what you say to me. After all, I could cut off your dick with just a flick of my wrist.” I bite my lower lip, inching my dagger closer to said dick and start to slip my fingers out of my underwear. Dalton gave me the dagger before we left for the party, so I was prepared.
“Well, don’t stop on our account. It was just getting good, little bitch,” Dalton drawls out from the doorway, making me jump slightly and causing Gary to hiss out in pain between his teeth as I accidentally cut him on the thigh.
Turning my head to look behind me, I watch as Dalton leans against the open doorway with Stan and Larry on either side of him. I can see from here that both of them are shaking with fear. Logan enters next, with Tey and Nicky coming to stand on either side of him, as he shuts the door. I didn’t even hear them come in, sneaky bastards.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Nicky exclaims with a growl, taking a step towards the bed as if to grab me and throw me over his shoulder caveman style, but Logan stops him with a hand on his shoulder. Tey gives me this look like he’s deeply wounded that I’m having fun without him. There's betrayal in his ocean blue eyes as he gazes to the knife and back at me sitting practically naked on top of another guy.
“Get this crazy cunt off me! She was asking for it just like last time, but I swear she came onto me. I found her in my room!” Gary shouts in panic, seeing he just might not make it out of here alive.
“Last time?” Tey says in a deadly, quiet voice, his face wiping away any facial expression.
“You should have kept your mouth shut,” I tell Gary, shaking my head with a sigh.
Before I can blink, Nicky grabs Larry and twists his arm behind his back, so that his body is arched at a weird angle as he stands on his toes. I hear a snap, a cracking of a bone, and Larry’s short cry of pain.
“Start talking,” Nicky threatens, his voice harsh as he puts more pressure on Larry’s arm.
Stan stands there frozen, sweating bullets as he glances around like he’s looking for a way out. Dalton slaps a hand on his shoulder, making the guy almost piss his pants.
“Don’t say a word, Larry!” Gary shouts in a strained voice, his face turning an ugly red as he glares up at me while his hands fist the comforter under his tense body.
I’m betting he would love nothing more than to hit me, to put me in my place. I just grin like a little shit and dig the dagger in a tiny bit, enough to draw a line of blood from his inner thigh. He cries out and I can’t help rolling my eyes, I’ve had way worse. That shouldn’t even hurt him. Big baby. I don’t need to look to know that Tey is suddenly standing at the foot of the bed, glancing over my shoulder.
“I’m mad at you, buttercup, but keep doing that and you might be forgiven,” Tey whispers softly into my ear before biting down hard on the tender flesh. Ignoring my sharp inhale, he places his chin on my shoulder with a pleased sigh as he watches from behind.
