Lilith - TI3 (43 page)

"Yeah. She decided to join up with another pimp. No big deal."

"You must be getting soft! Last I heard no one quits you!"

"Don’t be stupid, Carlos! She was shit! Couldn’t please the customers so I cut my losses. You know how it is!"

"I know what I heard," snickered Carlos.

Freddie stiffened.

"Just what did you hear?"

"Nothing much... street talk... like those lady pimps at the Sisterhood had you pissing your pants and then stole your ho."

"That’s a fuckin lie and I’d be careful about repeating it," threatened Freddie, giving one of his bodyguards an angry glance. The look warned of payback later.

"Whoah, man! No need you gettin that way with me. We’re bros, remember?"

Freddie glared at the black man for a few seconds and then decided to cool it. He had enough enemies without alienating Carlos.

"Sorry, Carlos. It’s cool."

"No problem. Just thought I’d let you know the talks on the street just in case you need someone to cover your back. We bros got to stick together, you know."

"Yeah. Thanks. I’ve got it covered."

"There you go."

Slapping Carlos on the back, he motioned to one of his younger servants to come over.

"Elliot, this is Carlos. Make sure he gets whatever he wants... you get my drift?"

*  *  *

Elliot was in his early 20’s. By the way he dressed, it was obvious he was gay... and high on drugs. Smiling coyly at the dark Hispanic, he took his hand and pulled him toward a bedroom. He had understood exactly what his boss meant and since Carlos was fairly handsome, in a dark way, he didn’t object to the order.

The party was in full swing with half the men drunk while the others banged whores in the bedrooms or wherever else they could. Freddie was sitting on the couch joking with his drug supplier and feeling good. Looking at his watch, he was sure Arnie had completed his job by now. One of his men should be back soon to let him know the extent of the damage.

When the front door opened, a few occupants glanced up to see who else was arriving so late. Mouths dropped open as a slender, dark-haired woman strolled in and looked around as if searching for someone in particular. After making eye contact with Freddie, she smiled and strolled casually over to him, her hips swaying seductively.

Freddie couldn’t help but whistle at the sleek figure in tight, low cut blue jeans and orange tank top. Round full breasts jutted perkily from beneath the thin cotton blouse. Exposed stomach muscles rippled as she moved slowly in his direction. Wavy, dark brown hair hung wildly around her face emphasizing the brilliant green eyes.

"Mama mía," exclaimed Julio, his dealer. "Who is she?"

"I don’t know," Freddie answered. "But I’m about ready to find out."

Rising to his feet he stood and waited for the woman to reach him. As his eyes wondered lewdly up and down her body, he could feel his penis harden against the tight chinos he was wearing. Unconsciously, he reached down to adjust himself but stopped when he noticed she was watching his actions. He quickly slipped his hand in his pocket and blushed slightly. She smiled knowingly but didn’t say anything.

"You must be new around here. I’m Freddie, the owner of this place."

"Oui. Je suis nouvelle ici," she replied, drawing the words out slightly, her voice a husky whisper.

The room grew quiet. Everyone wanted to hear what the woman had to say.

Holding out her hand, she offered it to him.

"Je m’appelle Jouvart."

"Jouvart. An unusual name... but a nice one. What can I do for you, Jouvart?" Freddie asked taking her fingers in his and bowing to kiss him. "I’m afraid I don’t speak much French."

"It eez o.k. I speak Engleesh. Some friendz of mine... they tell me you are having a party, oui? They say women like me can come."

"Oh, you can come here anytime. Right boys?" he asked looking at the others, smugly.

Grunts and nods confirmed his offer.

Taking her by the arm, Freddie led her to the couch and motioned for her to sit, before hiking up his slacks and sitting down next to her. He couldn’t stop admiring her looks or physique. She was stunning, and he wanted her badly... for himself.

"So tell me Jouvart, who sent you here?"

"No one send me, Monsieur. I came on my own. Am I not a big girl?" she asked, giving him a coquettish look.

"Oh yeah. I’d say you were that."

"You’re a fucking goddess!"
he thought, running his tongue across his lips. "
And before the night’s over I’m going to be fuckin you."

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Freddie didn’t notice the slight stiffening of her body or the red sparks glowing faintly in the green eyes. All he could think of was slipping his dick inside of her and filling her with pimp juice. Shit, she’d be worth getting pregnant with her looks. He might even pay the bitch’s medical bills, he thought.

Jouvart’s growl was so low Freddie barely heard it.

"Something bothering you, lady?"

"Mais non, monsieur. You make me a leetle nervous is all. You are... how you say... such a beeg man... un grand homme... oui?"

"Bigger than you think. How about we go to my room and I’ll show you size does matter?"

"As you weesh, monsieur. Tonight weel be a night we weel both remember."

Grinning at his companions, Freddie took the woman’s hand and stood up. Saying his good-byes, he led her into his bedroom and shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked.

"I don't want anyone popping in while I'm entertaining you."

"But of course... and just how weel you do thees entertaining... you must show me what you like, Freddee."

Freddie rubbed himself, trying to alleviate the pain from his engorged penis and hoped he didn't come too quickly. He was sure the bitch knew how to please a man.

"Take off your clothes."

"Ah, monsieur, that ees too easy. I theenk first you must remove yours. After all, it ees I who must please you, yes?"

"Well, yes."

"Then let me do my job, please," she offered, stepping in front of him and unbuttoning his shirt. Each button was taken gently between her fingers and pressed through the slot with care. The process was slow but it made Freddie grow so hard, he felt his erection being compressed painfully against his groin and thigh. The pressure on his testicles was excruciating. Unwilling to wait for Jouvart to finish with his shirt, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. When his erection popped out he felt an immediate relief and sighed.

"My, my. You are queek. But then so are most men. Such a shame men don’t appreciate foreplay. We women, we take hours to reach such a state of arousal."

"I can’t wait hours," Freddie replied, feeling frustrated. "Get undressed."

"I think not! I didn’t come here to be fucked by a pig," Jouvart hissed, suddenly losing her accent.

Startled by the change, he grabbed her by the arms and shoved her onto the bed and straddled her.

"Listen bitch! You got me this way... now you get to take it away. There isn’t a bitch alive who tells me when or where... you got it?"

Jouvart laughed as she stared at the angry man perched over her.

"Then you won’t be so disappointed, monsieur." Reaching up, she grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him down to her. Thinking she was giving in, he relaxed but soon found himself on his back with her sitting across his thighs.

"Top or bottom. I don’t care as long as I get to fuck you," he grinned.

"That, monsieur, is going to be your dying wish... sadly though an unfulfilled one," scraping her nails across his chest, blue flames trailed the scratches left behind. As the nerves below the skin began to react from the burns, Freddie screamed and tried to throw her off him.

"You must be quiet, Freddie. They will think you are having too much fun... if there’s anyone out there who really cares."

"Who are you?" he whispered nervously.

Each stroke of the fingers left burning skin, making him writhe and scream louder. A banging on the door caught his attention but when he started to call out, a hot fingertip was placed over his lips searing them. Instinctively he licked them, trying to soothe the pain.

"Shhhhh! Mon ami! If you cry out I will have to kill you too quickly."

Freddie’s eyes widened in terror. He realized this woman was like the two at the nightclub. She had to be one of them.

"Good. Now you understand! You should have listened to Lilith. Instead you choose to burn down her club. That wasn’t very nice."

"Well, at least you’re too late to stop that." Freddie smirked, trying to regain his composure.

"Poor Freddie. Did you really think we would let Arnie do such a thing? Mudada assures me he has been taken care of."

"Mudada?"

"An old friend. No one you need concern yourself with."

Freddie swallowed nervously.

"What... what have you done to him?"

"Arnie played with the fire here... now it plays with him... it is...  how so you say it... ironical, yes?"

This isn’t real,
he thought.
Someone probably spiked my drinks.

"Oh no, monsieur. This is very real. The pain... it is real... and your death... it will be real."

"Listen, I can pay you. I'm very rich. Just name a pr..."

"I don't need money... and neither will you. You've always bought everything you wanted or taken it if it wasn't for sale. Tonight, you'll find you can't buy your way out of this."

"This isn't real. I mean... Am I... are you..."

"Oui... but I have special punishment for you. Agra... she is most unhappy you tried to kill her whore. She wishes you to be with the ones you killed. They get to decide your fate. It is most fitting, don't you think?"

Before Freddie could reply, Jouvart gripped his throat and squeezed lightly, her long nails pressing into the skin. Leaning close, her hot breath fanned his skin, scorching his face and singeing his eyebrows. The pressure around his neck prevented him from screaming. All he could do was lie there and feel the skin and muscles burning away. The fluid in his eyeballs began boiling and still Jouvart would not let him die. Shielding the nerves to the brain just enough to prevent him from going into shock, she fed him images of what was happening... flesh bubbling and peeling away from muscles... muscles sizzling and turning black until they turned to a black charcoal and fell onto the pillow... white bones shining through and eyeballs turning red and then starting to steam until finally they exploded. Only then did she free the nerves to feel... and Freddie died one of the most horrible deaths imaginable. When his guests heard his final scream, they broke open the door and stared in horror at the body and incinerated skull. The woman was gone. No one thought enough of the pimp to call the police nor did they want to be around to answer their questions... and besides... he wasn’t going to be missed. Pimps like him threw great parties and were a good source for booze and drugs, but they made lousy friends. There were plenty more out there to take his place.

T
HE VISIT WAS unexpected but a pleasant surprise. Motioning for the demoness to sit, Intunecat brought her a glass of wine and then sat down across from her. Crossing his legs, he leaned back and smiled pleasantly.

"So, what brings you into the Darkness again? ... not that I’m complaining... It’s always a pleasure to see you."

"I wish I could say it’s just a social visit but unfortunately this is more business than pleasure."

"Ah. Well, any visit from you is a pleasure, my dear. What can I do for you?"