A Weekend Affair # 1 - The Great White Reception

[Orion]

New York City streets

He rebuked her for not appreciating the honor of their task, but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other. That was the problem with the mafia princess, her father had instilled a little too much sense of superiority in her, and now the rest of them were having to deal with it. She insisted she wasn’t disappointed, seemingly forgetting she was talking to an empath.

Gia: Shouldn’t there be other representatives from the Red and Black Courts; show these guys that we’re a united front?

“That’s what this whole weekend is about. Escorting them from the airport is about getting a jumpstart on the other courts, and controlling the first impression.”

He explained, and then it was on to the ‘prank’, as they were calling it. Never mind that Zach had sensed bitter rage from the mini mob boss for years. Ever since they had seized power, in fact. Ever since her little lover had died. Zach had tried his hand at distracting her, initially. She was ripe for the taking, but too high maintenance. And that was how Zach learned that you don’t stick your dick inside crazy.

Naturally he withdrew, carefully. And warned his Queen. He had no proof that her rage was treacherous, and Gia had a psi-screen that blocked Cam’s probes quite well. So all these years they had been waiting for Gia to slip. Haleigh didn’t want to believe it, he knew. They had grown up with Gia, and as ruthless as Haleigh could be, she wasn’t like her mother so much that she murdered without cause. Gia was presumed innocent until proven guilty, and would likely be given the Hellfire Club’s version of ‘due process’.

She was already getting cut a huge amount of slack, by Haleigh allowing Zach to handle it. Still, his Queen was a do-whatever-it-takes kind of woman, so he knew he could go ‘weapons free’, so to speak. First he smothered her in guilt, and played along with her story, coaching her on how ill-advised the prank was. She stammered an apology, then looked out the window.

Zach moved in, and seized her with fear. He got a high from the way she went submissive. He told her if she wanted to survive, she’d do well on their mission, and impress the European men. He didn’t care if she fucked them in the seat right next to him, so long as it smoothed things over with Haleigh. He had a vested interest in keeping Haleigh happy, and he would do anything, and destroy anyone to make that happen. And now that Gia was compliant, he switched gears smoothly. He needed to win her over again. He wanted her to be on their side, truly. It would please his Queen the most if Gia turned out to be the loyal childhood friend that Haleigh THOUGHT she was.

“Gia...Bella Donna....”

He started, his Italian accent creeping back in when he used his native language, and he was all charm again. He brushed her hair back, gently. His gaze softened.

“Why do you sabotage yourself, darling? You could really excel on the White Court. You’re a bonafide mafiosa. The Queen values your presence, and what you bring to Hellfire with your business connections. How about you try to focus your efforts on Archer Fairchild? He fancies himself a mob boss too. Stroke his ego, strike up a friendship. It’ll cool the heat off, and lift your stock at home.”

 

[Steel]

The Black Queen's Suite

Ava wasn't sure about the dress she'd picked, but he was sure she was overthinking it. Ava could wear a paper bag and look fabulous, and the dress she was holding up looked perfect for her. He told her she could wear anything and it would look perfect, and he meant it. Not many women could say that. He only knew one that could.

"Are you saying that because you're my Rook? Or my friend?"

"I would never let you leave this room wearing something unflattering."

And he wouldn't. She cared about how she presented herself to the world. Therefore, he cared. She started to change into the dress, so he turned his back. The proximity of her in such a state of undress sent tiny electric shocks up his spine. And then she asked him for help, something he could not decline. And so he turned, his hand nearly touching her bare back as his fingers touched the zipper. He was imagining how soft her skin was, and then the zipper was at the top, so he stepped back.

"So...what do you think."

She turned, and quite literally took his breath away, and he told her so. She was so beautiful...but she wasn't happy with it, he could tell. He suggested the new stylist, which she rejected, then lifted her wrist to suggest a bracelet to complement the dress and set off her beauty.

"You know I can never turn down diamonds."

"I'll make the call."

She was looking at him, and he was swimming in the dark sea of her eyes. She stepped towards him, but he didn't move away. She slipped her hand into his and brought it around to her back, making him unzip the dress. His eyes were pleading with her, but he let her guide him.

[softly] "Koitáxte me, óchi os Vasílissa..." [Look at me, not as your Queen...]

It was everything he had ever wanted. The chance to make love to her, to feel her soft skin under him, to tell her all the things he felt for her.

"Just do what you want, John....Take control."

He stared into her eyes for a long time, wanting to give in to his feelings, to take her in all the ways he'd dreamed since the day he'd met her. But then took a step back.

"But you are my Queen."

There was profound sadness in his eyes as he gazed upon the love of his life. For he was weak. He couldn't lie with her today only to go back to being just her Rook tomorrow. She was a Queen, and he was a Rook, and there was no chance for more than that. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, savoring the feel of her touch. And then he turned and left the room.

Once the door had shut behind him he staggered down the hallway. He felt like he was having a heart attack. His hands balled into fists. She was in his grasp, and he hadn't been able to do it. And he hated himself for it. Why did he have to be this way? Why did he need her love, not just her body? He stopped and leaned his forehead against the stone wall of the corridor, pressing his hands against it on either side of him.

You blew it.

With a roar his fist cocked back and punched deep into the stone.

He stayed there for a long moment, breathing heavily, and then finally he stepped back, brushing the stone dust from his hands. He calmly pulled out his phone, dialed, and stuck it to his ear.

"Yes I need a cleaning crew to the hallway outside the Black Court residences."

He pressed end, then set about finding a selection of black diamond bracelets for Ava to choose from.

 

[Persephone]

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she kept her breathing in check despite his close proximity. They had been together for years platonically, but there was always an underlining burn she felt for John. The way he looked at her - protected her. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly. But she put the ball in his court because she didn't want to order him to do this. She wanted him to willingly choose her. Ava's midnight eyes were locked with his, the hand on the base of her back enough to send goosebumps across her body. But then he moved away and her heart stopped.

John: "But you are my Queen."

Ava's brows furrowed, her lips parted in shock. He didn't choose her. He didn't want her. John kept her hand within his and brought the back of it to his lips. It was in that moment the look of dismay slowly faded into anger, glaring at him coldly as he quickly left her chambers without so much as a glance her way, or another word. He hurt her - and NO ONE hurt her. Ava's breathing began to pick up, her chest heaving up and down. She could feel the tears burning in her eyes as she shook her head REFUSING to let him have that kind of power over her. He was her Rook. He was her friend. And she loved him. But never again....she would never leave herself exposed like that for him again.

Ava quickly walked over to her phone that was still sitting on the coffee table and picked it up, quickly scrolling through her contacts. There. She clicked the contact and pressed call. Putting the phone up to her ear she looked at the closed door.

"Maxim. Long time no chat..."

Ava shrugged her shoulders allowing the dress to pool at her feet.

"Busy?"

 

[Valkyrie]

The Aqua Ring

Ash watched her Bishop at work in the Aqua Ring, at half measures fascinated and creeped out. When he saw her, she told him she wanted to talk to him about tonight, when he was finished.

“Very well. Just a few more inches to go.”

"That's what she said."

And when talking about Jack? It was accurate. She smirked and continued to watch him, happy to see that unlike Savage, Neptune did in fact work without his shirt on. And when he started to climb up to the deck where she was waiting, she started to rethink her stance on not sampling his goods before the party. When he climbed over the railing his body was glistening from the water and she cast an appreciative eye over the whole package. As well as his package.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

She waved his apology away.

"Well, it's not like you were having your nails done."

They moved towards a quieter area of the deck.

"How are things going with your...work?"

She encouraged his interests. Anything that brought him success brought the court success. Plus, it kept him happy. But soon they got down to business.

“So. With regards to the event tonight. Am I correct in thinking you intend to show off our strength?”

Ashley nodded. She had stopped checking out Jack's body and for the moment at least was only concerned with his mind. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"The White and Black courts may be all about corporate mumbo jumbo, but the Red Court is about brute force. We must show our visitors that tangling with us would be a very bad idea. And if they try something? We show them no mercy."

“It’s a wise choice, to project power. But if I may, your majesty, I have a little advice to share.”

She gestured with her hand for him to continue.

"Please."

“From What I hear, we may wish to secure an alliance or two. The White King - not ours, the other one, Zodiac - he’s the only one attending this weekend’s festivities that is of any worth. He’s under the vampire’s spell, apparently, but his power set is remarkable. According to Heidi, he practically runs the European Mystech Labs. He’s a physicist of some kind - nuclear, I think.”

"A brain, then. I can work with that. And if he's as strong as you say, an alliance could certainly strengthen our position. Especially if a partnership could be formed with the applications of his research."

Ashley might not know much about nuclear physics, but she knew a hell of a lot about weaponry.

"This might be just what we've been looking for."

“And he was King before the coup, which proves staying power.”

"Something we all could use."

She stared off into space for a moment, lost in thought. Finally she snapped back to her Bishop.

"Good work, and excellent advice, as always."

She paused for a moment, then put a hand on his arm, and found his eyes.

"She can have your heart, Neptune, as long as your loyalty is mine. I'm not Helena."

 

[Wallflower]

Hellfire Mansion - Black Corridor

Things seemed to be going smoothly. Nothing outside the usual antics of The Hellfire Club. She breathed in the rare air of calm in the foyer. Knowing it would be her last for a few days. She had been summoned by Ava Cassadine, and she did not hesitate to return to her quarters, make herself presentable and meet with her Queen. Entering her suite, she noticed a beautiful black velvet box on her all glass display table near the two large windows of the living room. Amanda's wild eyes honed in on it immediately, and she slithered over to the table, picking up the box.

"Now what could this be?"

She opened it to see the most beautiful diamond necklace, created uniquely for a woman like her. Lifting it from the box delicately, Amanda smiled with an unanticipated amount of appreciation. Ava knew Amanda. From the moment she arrived at Hellfire, Amanda and Ava found themselves to be kindred spirits, or souls who might have known each other in an older world. Amanda was a historian buff, and she loved artifacts. She loved talismans. The necklace was a representation of her call sign, on the tattoo just above her left butt cheek. It was personal and thoughtful. She had served one Queen before Ava, and the relationship was vastly different. She'd gone from servant to near equal and it was something she was proud of. Many expected Cobra to follow Kelly out of The Hellfire Club, but she stayed. And Ava was that reason.

"Well, well, well. Long live the QUEEN."

She swept her long silken hair, behind her shoulder as she placed the necklace on her slender, long and statuesque neck, taking a moment to admire her deadly beauty in the mirror. Despite her education, she too, was a creature of vanity. A carefully crafted character. Her eyes shifted to their snake sight, flickering in the mirror for drama. Amanda was pleased, and she was certain that this weekend would serve the Black Court well. She would make sure of it. She was informed that Ava had requested her presence and she was certain it would be to congratulate her completing her mark on Kyle Kelly. The kill in itself was congratulation enough. In any case, she wanted to touch base with The Queen to ensure they were on the same page going into the evening's festivities, and because both were concerned of certain members who might tarnish their reputation going forward.

As she took a quick shower and slipped on a pre dinner stunner of a strapless mini dress, pairing it with a silk black Chanel rain coat. Slipping into her custom made Christian Dior black suede ankle boots, she tied her new, pretty, shiny thing around her neck as it sparkled agaainst her chocolate brown near hazel eyes. From her jewelry box, she grabbed a small diamond Chanel pin. One that Ava and Amanda used to take a fashionable representation of "Cassadine Corps" (CC).

"Now this is something to see, isn't it?"

She blew her reflection a kiss as she headed out of her quarters and headed the short distance towards Ava's wing. Knights always slept the closest to their Kings and Queens, again, purely for beautiful drama. And also to protect them. As she headed her way down the hall, she noticed The Black Rook exiting. John did not look particularly pleased, but then again, she realized she had never seen John ecstactically happy either. He was a very stoic man. She felt his temperature as he passed by her, giving a salute like gester, and she ascertained that Ava and John had just had one of their moments.

"The more things change, the more they stay the same."

John and Ava had always had chemistry. But they never acted on it. And because of that, they'd had time to build the other up in their head out of sheer daydream. And now they couldn't act on it..because it would never be what they had built it to be in their heads, when it wasn't real. It was a pity on all accounts. Ava was as cold blooded as Amanda, literally. But she was not without her feelings. And that was why Amanda began to move a little faster as she entered Ava's suite and called out to her.

"Ava Cassadine, you had better not be calling that Maxim boy! Put down the phone and nobody gets hurt."

She began to make her way towards Ava's bedroom, not knowing there was a very naked Ava.

 

[Persephone]

He was infuriating. So fucking stubborn. Why couldn't he just do what he wanted to do? Make the move that they both had been wanting for years? What was he so afraid of? The Court dynamic? Her being Queen? Ava certainly wasn't shy about her endeavours with other court members in the past, so what was the problem now? For God sakes, it wasn't treasonous. She was livid as she picked up her phone. She was embarrassed. HURT. And she wanted to make herself feel better the one way she knew how, and with the one man whom she had a long physical relationship with dating back years: Maxim. He answered and she told him she needed to meet with him. She didn't get further into the details as to why when Amanda's voice rang out from her living room. Rolling her eyes, she really didn't want to deal with anyone who wasn't fucking her senseless at the moment, not even Amanda.

Amanda: "Ava Cassadine, you had better not be calling that Maxim boy! Put down the phone and nobody gets hurt."

"Be here in a half hour."

Hanging up the phone, Ava turned to see Amanda enter her bedroom. Still in her black heals and nothing more than that, Ava tossed her phone onto the couch.

"I give the orders, remember?"

The corner of her lips upturned into a smirk as she walked over to her mini bar and poured herself a scotch. Hell, if she had to wait for a stiff cock she'd a least have a stiff drink.

"Nice necklace."

Turning around, Ava held out a scotch for Amanda, smiling at her as she walked - still nude - to her couch.

"Fantastic job with Kyle Kelly. I have a feeling Sharon won't be bothering us for quite a while. And if she does?"

Ava tossed back her drink and put the glass on the coffee table.

"You'll be earning a bracelet to go with that necklace."

Picking up her black silk robe that was laying across the arm of her couch, she slipped it on and tied it around her waist before taking a seat. Crossing her legs at the knee she gestured for Amanda to sit with her.

"You, Ben, and John are my eyes, ears, and braun in this court. You are all a reflection of me and how I rule. And I've learned from the mistakes of our former Queens....I know to treat everyone with respect and reward them when necessary. But above everything else, I look at you all as an extension of my family. You and I have been friends for years, Amanda. And you know that I wanted you as my princess. But fucking Kelly King...."

Ava growled Kelly's name while shaking her head.

"You did what no one else could do and killed Sharon Kelly's son without tracing it back to me or the Hellfire Club. You live and breath this court - this club. The same cannot be said about Cassandra."

Ava reached with her fingers to Amanda's diamond snake necklace that sat perfectly along her slender neck. Dragging her finger across the work of art, her midnight eyes locked with Amanda's.

"And her reign needs to END. We need to dethrone the prodigal princess before she completely soils our court and reputation. She's already causing more than enough trouble with the White Bishop. I can't have that happen any longer. I WON'T."

Ava spoke in parsal-tongue to Amanda, a snake like language that couldn't be deciphered or understood. She trusted Amanda, but she also knew Amanda's hunger for power and prestige. She looked the part, dressed the part, lived for the luxury of it all. She may have been book smart, but she was also a woman who craved dominance. Ava was banking on that.

"Once the European Hellfire Club leaves, will you help me?"

 

[Prophet]

Hellfire Mansion - White Wing Study

Haleigh: "Fuck me Aleksander!"

Aleksander: "I'm gonna make you come so hard every machine in this place will blow."

Cameron watched with his mind's eye as both Haleigh and Alek came. Hard and in baited breath. He transfixated on their expressions. Alek was The White King's favorite of his wife's sexual partners. He was so traditionally masculine. Long lived. Every hair flip reminiscent of some grand Norse Myth. He was a barbarian and he was one of the few MEN worthy of being King. He brought a classic strength and steaming sexuality to the Inner Circle, and The White King was grateful for it. Cameron was a man who expressed his sexuality in every way. He gravitated towards many objects that caught his eye, and he had his way with them. He also did not subscribe to the notion that a marriage certificate somehow meant that Haleigh didn't have complete control over her own body. Humans were sexual creatures, and both The White Queen and King had a voracious appetite. When he was satisfied that Alek had pleased his wife in sufficient manner, he showered and retired to his study, promptly sipping a martini as he awaited his White Knight.

He really, really, really liked Heidi Scarborough. She was a big a wasp as he has. But she was impressively intelligent and tactful. She was incredibly sexy and formidable, which was a requirement of The White Court. Those on the red, often assumed themselves to be the real lovers of the courts, but The White Court liked to not just fuck a person's body, but also their mind. He looked at Heidi as if she were Haleigh's dangerously beautiful and almost of age daughter. His beautiful step daughter. He coveted her. And for the most part, Heidi was glad to have so much of the King's attention, but with the arrival of Jack, Cameron could tell that her heart was beginning to be involved. That he could allow. He was not THAT selfish of a King. But he, like any other leader, would require her loyalty. He pushed out to Haleigh with his mind.

[to Haleigh]: "Meet me in our bedroom in ten minutes. Do NOT shower off. I want to smell him as I make love to you."

Soon, the beautiful visage of Heidi Scarborough was sitting in front of him in one of the white leather study chairs. She did not drink, so Cameron had prepared her a drink specifically crafted to her liking. He sipped on his martini, the knight and the king's eyes locking in equal beauty.

"Thank you for answering my call so swiftly, Fathom."

His eyes looked her up and down as he spoke with practiced restraint. One could not simply ravage Heidi Scarborough. But Cameron was the Conqueror of Hellfire. It's true king.

"Your beauty and attendance is noted."

[sip]

"Now. I know you are more than prepared for this weekend, but I am afraid my bitch of a mother is planning on introducing a variable that might cause my Queen anguish or discomfort."

[leaning in]

"And I refuse to allow that this weekend. Not after all the work she has done."

He rose from his chair, sauntering over towards Heidi's side of the desk with a jaguar like intensity. The king wanted to see if her cheeks still flushed at their closeness.

"My sadistic sister, Erika will be attending the weekend's festivities, which means, I will unfortunately need you to be on high alert."

He zoned in on the special necklace that Heidi often wore and picked up the pendant in his hand, his fingers just barely grazing the top of her breast as he lifted it, spinning it in his hands, eyeing it carefully as he spoke.

"Erika is a worst case scenario. There is nothing she will not do for attention, up to and including murder and mass sacrifice. She will fuck and slit throats blindly, and she will not hesitate to make things uncomfortable. This is where you come in."

He dropped her pendant in mid air as it plopped on her chest. The White King made eye contact with Heidi.

"I need the white knight to keep an eye on the would be princess. Haleigh will expect antics, but I need you to suspect when those antics will climax to the point of no return."

Cameron leaned against the desk.

"Outside of that, this trip represents a great opportunity for us. We are in power now, which means we need to maintain it. I am looking to you in order to ensure our rook and bishop play their part."

[thinking]

"We will court The White Court, obviously. The White Queen and King hold all the power in that place, and we can not afford them to ally with either the red or black court. I entrust you to employ whatever methods of espionage required in order to ensure an easy alliance."

Cameron moved closer to the White Knight, taking her beautiful, oceanic scent. Before he tucked a tendril of her brunette hair behind her ear.

"That aside, I'm starting to feel a little jealous, my sweet. This Neptune, he seems to occupy a great deal of your time. Should I be worried my mermaid is no longer seeking diamonds...but rubies?"

The White King cracked his signature devilish grin as he winked at The White Knight, awaiting her response.

 

[Wallflower]

[Hellfire Mansion - Ava's Suite

Amanda met a naked Ava in heels, pleased that this was not the first time that had happened.

Ava: "I give the orders, remember?"

The Black Knight smirked with approval at Ava's naked form. Amanda appreciated art in all of it's form, and a living breathing goddess standing naked in front of her, was most certainly art.

Ava: "Nice necklace."

"This old thing? One would think I might tire of the snake references?"

[smiling at her reflection in Ava's vanity]

"But I do not."

The Black Queen offered Amanda a drink and she happily accepted. Ava always had the best liquor in the entire mansion. She figured it had to do with thousands of years of discerning her pallet. Ava Cassadine did not lack taste. Amanda sat down on the couch next to her.

Ava: "Fantastic job with Kyle Kelly. I have a feeling Sharon won't be bothering us for quite a while. And if she does?"

Ava downed the rest of her drink.

Ava: "You'll be earning a bracelet to go with that necklace?"

"You know I love a complete set, my Queen."

The Black Queen put on her robe, though it wasn't neccessary. Amanda had never been a woman to gawk or oogle. Ava's body was just that. Her beautiful body.

Ava: "You, Ben, and John are my eyes, ears, and braun in this court. You are all a reflection of me and how I rule. And I've learned from the mistakes of our former Queens..I know to treat everyone with respect and reward them when neccessary. But above everything else, I look at you all as an extension of my family. You and I have been friends for years, Amanda. And you know that I wanted you as my princess. But fucking Kelly King."

Amanda grimaced at the thought. Amanda used to think of Cassandra as a sister. Both taken in under Kelly King's wings, they worked for her for many years, both undergoing an education of sorts. But those educations seemed to twist Cassandra and Amanda in different directions. Amanda excelled as a scholar, and an asset. And Cassandra became a huge sign of loyalty among the courts. Amanda didn't want to sound chaste, but she was the better protege. Cobra dug into the new life that Talisman had given her, one of the few mutates that was LIVING in this world. She studied, she crafted the most elegance of lives and aliases for herself. Amanda had been aware of the uprising before it happened. Ava had made sure of it. When Kelly realized the jig was up, she asked Cobra to come with her, offered her protection. But Cobra stayed. She made the right decision for herself. What was the point of her new life if she didn't live it. Amanda knew she made the right decision, but Kelly King would never let her forget it, and in a cunning move of bitter jealousy, The former black queen made sure that it was Cassandra, and not her, that would hold the mantle of Black Princess. Cobra didn't like how angry it made her.

Ava: "You did what no one else could do and killed Sharon Kelly's son without tracing it back to me or the Hellfire Club. You live and breath this court - this club. The same cannot be said about Cassandra."

The Black Knight cared for Cassandra still. Viewed her as a victim of Talisman's twisted game. She hadn't been strong enough to find her own path as Amanda had. And without Kelly around, Cassandra didn't know how to act, didn't know who she was supposed to please. Kelly made her hate Ava, and Ava returned the favor. It was a situation with no resolved.

"She is unraveling, my Queen."

Ava moved closer to her, speaking in parsel tongue, which was The Black Knight and Queen's only way around the PSI powers that floated around the mansions. It was not a language that one could learn. They either knew it or didn't. And nobody on this Earth remembered it, except Amanda, due to her mutate physiology, and Ava, because of her dominion over animals.

Ava: "And her reign needs to END. We need to dethrone the prodigal princess before she completely soils our court and reputation. She's already causing more than enough trouble with the White Bishop. I can't have that happen any longer. I WON'T."

Amanda nodded.

[in parsel tongue] "Well.. to be honest I've worked out several scenarios of The Black Princess exposing Gia as the traitor she is, and it definitely works in our favor. She has the biggest in with Archer Fairchild, who I believe is somebody who's resources we need to look at."

[taking a sip of her scotch]

"And don't get mad about him mining your resources. You make nukes, Ava. Nukes were made to be stolen. That's not to say we won't scare him."

She leaned back, cracking her head back and forth, relaxing comfortably with somebody she trusted inherently.

"I have thought about putting an end to Cassandra's reign for quite some time now. I have the means to do so. Easily. Out of respect for our court, I have withheld. We have the longest serving court members on the current court. We represent large successes of MysTech and The Inner Circle. I've left Cassandra alone because I believe she represents a certain ideal that Kelly held dear..and because I will never make a decision that benefits me and not you..."

[thinking]

"But to know your head and heart are in the same place as me, it means a lot. We have several options, but the approach I think is best...is a brazen one. Announce you are considering additions and restructuring of The Black Court. It might make us look weak in the moment, but rest assured, those who seek power in Europe will seek us out. Kelly will not dare to say anything unsavory in mixed company. The most you will deal with is a sour Cameron. But that will not last. You know how to reign her in. Once you make an official announcement, I can take the reigns."

Amanda grabbed Ava's hand.

"My Queen..I know how to take her down, but I do not do so for title or sheer drama of the event. I do so in service of The Black Court, which is where my loyalty lives and dies. Any reward after that would merely be figurative to me."

That was a lie. She wanted to be Princess, but it was the kind of title she wanted bestowed on her, not something she wanted to seek. Amanda wasn't a princess, she was truly a Queen, but since Haleigh and Ashley seemed in good health, she would have to take her accolades as they came.

[in English]

"If we play our cards right, we will walk out of this weekend the strongest court in The Inner Circle. I just need to know how far you are willing to go?"

[pausing]

"What say you, Ava?"

 

[Goliath]

Hellfire Mansion - Security Offices

Cass: "Do you even listen to yourself? There are cracks EVERYWHERE in the Black Cour! But you don't even see them because where YOU are standing, there are NO cracks."

Ben was fairly certain he was looking at a giant crack. He wasn't being ignorant. He knew he was in a better position with Ava, John and Amanda than she was. But that was her own fault. She had let Kelly control her too much. Unfortunately for Ava, she had inherited a court of Kelly's victims, and each of them was a calling card to her success as a leader. She had broken them, but under Ava's leadership, many of them had blossomed. Cassandra wasn't one of those people. She was still stuck in the past, feeling alone, pushing everyone away.

Cassandra: "A princess is? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I'm NOT representing the so-called 'next generation' because Ava NEVER ALLOWS IT! I have NO allies on the Black Court. NONE. And don't you DARE give me that bullshit about how YOU'RE an ally because you HAVEN'T been for a very long time. You don't even know how to talk to me anymore."

"Cassie.."

Maybe, there was a part of her that was right. Kelly had ensured that Ava and Cassandra would never get along. She pushed Cassandra in everyone's faces because she knew it would cause trouble, and if she was going to have to give up her crown, she was going to go out with a bang. She was going to make sure she put one last wrench in the plans. But Cassandra couldn't see that.

"I'm here for you..but you won't let anybody be. I promise you, not everyone is out to get you. We are on the SAME. SIDE."

Cassandra: "Ava has cut me off completely from everybody in the Black Court and don't you DARE throw around Kelly's name as if that'll get me to do whatever it is you want me to do."

"I believe i've said several bloody times that I'm on your side. And here you are, so obstinate."

Cassandra: "Kelly took away the only thing that ever mattered."

"And yet you remain. That should tell you Cassandra. Love isn't everything."

Cassandra: "Don't say things you don't even mean, Benjamin. You DON'T want to spend time with me. Some days you can barely stand to even LOOK at me."

"I'm TRYING, Cassandra."

Cassandra: "I'll behave, but not for you. I'll be doing it for MY Ben."

"Your Ben doesn't exist anymore, Cass. And he hasn't for a long time. It's about time you got over it."

She made her way towards the door.

"Cassandra."

He called for her. She looked back at him.

"You may not believe me. But I'm the only person on this court who has your best interest in mind. I came to you as a friend. You may not appreciate it. But do not forget it. I hope you listen to me. I hope you can trust me...because if not...I'm not sure I can save you."

She left. Ben was left there in the security room before returning to his own suite in The Black Corridor. He had run an incredibly hot shower. As he stood under the shower head, steam drifting off his incredibly muscular body, he touched himself. Mostly for Ava, partly for Cassandra, but mostly for the fact that he was lonely and incredibly horny. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself in check, but he knew it wasn't long. Cassandra was acting crazy, which drew him to her, despite his best efforts, and Ava was being who she always was. a Forbidden fruit. A tempation he dare not grab. But he was beginning to feel like the fruit was hanging lower in the trees than it normally did. Perhaps this weekend WOULD bring excitement. But more realistically, it would bring conflict. But Ben was prepared.

 

[Persephone]

Amanda: "She is unraveling, my Queen."

That was the understatement of the year. Ava could tell that Amanda was equally, if not MORE, frustrated with the current situation with Cass than she was. Because really, it was Amanda who lost it all due to Kelly's jealousy and anger. She was fit be to princess even before when Kelly was Queen. But because Ava overthrew her and helped kill Diana and Helena, she showed her bitter, petty colors and appointed Cass stealing that spot from Amanda. It was a slap in the face for the Knight, and she could tell that even now it stung her deeply.

Amanda: [in parsel tongue] "Well.. to be honest I've worked out several scenarios of The Black Princess exposing Gia as the traitor she is, and it definitely works in our favor. She has the biggest in with Archer Fairchild, who I believe is somebody who's resources we need to look at."

Ava rolled her eyes at hearing Fairchild's name. That fucker stole from her and he would pay dearly for that.

Amanda: "And don't get mad about him mining your resources. You make nukes, Ava. Nukes were made to be stolen. That's not to say we won't scare him."

Ava's eyes shot over to Amanda.

"I don't give a damn if he stole a fucking can of coke. He STOLE from ME and he won't go unpunished. If I let one ant walk free the entire fucking colony will come back for me AND my company."

Fairchild wasn't getting off the hook so easily. And she didn't give a damn who tried to convince her otherwise. At this point it was smart for Amanda to let the Fairchild situation go, at least for now. Wisely, the conversation soon shifted back to Cassandra.

Amanda: I have thought about putting an end to Cassandra's reign for quite some time now. I have the means to do so. Easily. Out of respect for our court, I have withheld. We have the longest serving court members on the current court. We represent large successes of MysTech and The Inner Circle. I've left Cassandra alone because I believe she represents a certain ideal that Kelly held dear..and because I will never make a decision that benefits me and not you..."

"That is why I value your friendship and trust, Amanda. I was never going to allow this to be a permanent situation. And i'm GLAD you didn't take it upon yourself to deal with her. I don't want any ramifications for you in regards to the other Queens. I don't know where they stand with Cassandra aside from them knowing how much I despise her as my princess. But I don't trust they wouldn't want to punish you for breaking the Hellfire hierarchy rules."

Amanda then suggested a way that could potentially cause tension with Kelly and in turn Cassandra. She wanted Ava to announce that she would be reforming her court once the HEB arrives. By doing so Kelly would be fit to let Ava do whatever she wanted in fear of ruffling not only the American Branch but the European Branch's feathers as well. It was a bold move, and Ava appreciated that Amanda had balls to suggest such a thing.

Amanda grabbed her hand, leaning toward Ava and looking her in the eyes.

Amanda: "My Queen..I know how to take her down, but I do not do so for title or sheer drama of the event. I do so in service of The Black Court, which is where my loyalty lives and dies. Any reward after that would merely be figurative to me."

She then spoke normally, yet vaguely enough that it wouldn't let onto what they were speaking about.

Amanda: "If we play our cards right, we will walk out of this weekend the strongest court in The Inner Circle. I just need to know how far you are willing to go. What say you, Ava?"

Ava looked at Amanda, silent at first, studying the determination in her eyes. She knew how much Amanda wanted the title, but Ava was also not willing to jeopardize the entire American Branch's image for it.

"Your plan is bold and I appreciate that. But I will not let the European's see us as weak. I will not make my court and in turn the red and white courts look questionable. I want Cassandra cast out as much as you do, but I will not risk everything we've built for that girl."

Ava placed her hand on top of Amanda's, reassuring her that not all was lost.

"But that does NOT mean we won't come up with a plan that is sound, solid, and air tight. I will give you the title of my princess, Amanda. I WILL make you royalty. You have my word. But we must wait until the Europeans leave. Understood?"

Ava then sighed heavily, going back to her initial subject of Cassandra soiling the Black Court's image when she was speaking English before segueing into parsel-tongue. It would seem like a seamless conversation following what Amanda said in English to any prying ears.

"She may be a little trouble making cunt....but she's my princess. I will put my dislike and differences aside this weekend to show a united front not only for our court, but the entire American Branch. THAT is how far I am willing to go, Cobra. And THAT is exactly why Helena and Diana are dead now.They couldn't look beyond their own egos to know what was best for the entire club. I refuse to follow in their foot steps."

Ava smirked.

"With that being said...please keep an eye on her discretely. I want any issues that may arise to be nipped in the bud before they even happen."

Glancing down at her phone, she tapped the home screen to see the time.

"While I hate to cut this rivoting conversation short, I have another appointment in ten minutes."

Running her fingers along the snake necklace again, Ava then drug them down across Amanda's chest.

"Wear the necklace tonight. It looks good."

Winking, Ava stood from the couch, Amanda following suit.

"I'll see you in a few hours, my Knight."

 

[Bishop]

The Hellfire Mansion

"Be here in a half hour."

Bishop had been surprised when he'd seen Ava's name come up on his phone, but then he did have a particular set of skills. He'd seen on the news that Kyle Kelly had died, and expected that his mother was next. Or maybe it was something good, dealing with a government unfriendly to Mystech in some third world country. Or taking out a rival corporation in one fell swoop. But what the hell, Hellfire paid well and if they had a need, he had a solution. But after not hearing from Ava for months, he assumed she'd be taking that business elsewhere along with her other needs. Not that it mattered to Bishop: he wasn't going without, certainly, in either respect.

When he arrived at the mansion, he was told she was waiting for him in her chambers, so he made his way through the labyrinth. It annoyed him more than a little bit. When he reached her door he didn't bother to knock, just flung it open and went on in.

"Listen I've got a lot going on right now so if you want something done right away it's going to...cost you..."

It was at that point he realized she was in her robe, which left very little to the imagination. His annoyed face changed to a smile.

"Hello, Ava."

He moistened his lips.

"What can I do for you?"

 

[Persephone]

The conversation with Amanda had went as expected. They were both on the same page in regards to Cassandra and knew that her reign as the princess of the Black Court would undoubtedly come to an end. They just had to be patient, get through the weekend long festivities with the HEB, and then they could regroup and come up with a sound plan. After Amanda had left her chambers Ava made her way into her living room, pouring herself yet another scotch knowing that Bishop would be there any moment as requested. Could she have gone to Ben to get fucked? Zach? Or any other number of Inner Circle members? Absolutely. But she didn't want someone to treat her like their Queen. She wanted someone who gave not a single shit about rules, regulations, and order. Someone who wasn't afraid to blur the lines.

Taking a sip of her scotch, Ava turned hearing her chamber room doors burst open without so much as a knock.

Maxim: "Listen I've got a lot going on right now so if you want something done right away it's going to...cost you..."

Ava smirked, his anger radiating off him like heat. Her fingers slipped down the tie of her silk robe, dangerously close to undoing it.

"Good afternoon to you too, Max."

His pissed off expression soon faded to a smile once he realized why she called him there.

Maxim: "Hello, Ava. What can I do for you?"

"Oh now you act cordial."

She teased before downing her drink in one gulp and placing it on her bar top. Her midnight eyes scanned down his body, his clothes manly yet tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Licking her lips she finally met with his eyes, smiling.

"I've had a rough day."

Pulling the tie of her robe, the silk material easily opened as Ava shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet leaving her completely nude.

"I'm hoping you'll make it rougher."

She never met with Maxim to make love or be gentle. She met with him to get fucked. And after John quite literally tossed her aside like unwanted goods, that's exactly what she wanted and needed.

 

[Bishop]

Ava's Room

Her fingers were teasing the tie of her robe, and Maxim froze. He'd thought they were done with all of that. But maybe not.

"Good afternoon to you too, Max."

He immediately changed direction, telling her hello in a tone of voice somewhere between surprise and pleasantry.

"Oh now you act cordial."

He scoffed at that. She may be his occasional employer, but she wasn't his queen. Plus he knew exactly how she looked naked.

"Last I checked, we weren't knitting buddies."

She was drinking. Excellent. That meant a decent chance of him making it through the back door.

"I've had a rough day."

His brow furrowed in mock concern to match his voice.

"How terrible for you."

In your mansion. With your jewels.

She untied the robe, letting it fall to the floor. His cock stiffened at the sight of her, and it made him hate himself just a little. But she was beautiful, there was no question about that, a woman of goddess proportions really. And she knew how to ride a dick, that was for sure. So if she was a spoiled rich bitch? What did he care about that.

"I'm hoping you'll make it rougher."

"Well..."

He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. Then he slipped off his shoes without untying them.

"It just so happens that I excel at making things harder."

He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them on his way to her, crossing the distance between them before he grabbed her roughly, pulling her body against his. His mouth attacked hers with fervor, his hands slipping under her ass to lift her up. He reached down and grasped himself, rubbing it against her before sliding in deep and hard. He grunted as he shoved himself into her again and again, pulling her hips down against him roughly. There was a nearby dresser, and he stepped toward it then set her down on the top of it, continuing to grind hard against her. His mouth went to her neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh there. His hands ran over her thighs, pushing them further apart as he thrust harder and harder, making the piece of furniture shake.

Fuck, she was a great piece of ass.

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club - - The Gardens

Alek was rough and unrefined, compared to the men of her own court, but that was why she liked him. He was a damn good fuck, too, which was something she took advantage of whenever possible. She loved her husband, but she had an inhuman libido, and he understood it was better if there was a sexual outlet, otherwise a lot more bodies piled up.

Luckily there were plenty of men around to satisfy her needs. Particularly right now, there was Alek. He didn’t need to waste time getting warmed up, which she appreciated, but she was already hot and bothered and she wanted him now. His mouth was on her, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. He was always so good with his mouth. He picked her up as if she were weightless, then brought her back down roughly, and groaned in pleasure. She was pretty sure she’d have to kill Alek if he stopped now, but just to be fair, she warned him not to.

Alek: No fucking way.

He swore, taking them down to the ground, and it was her turn to say ‘oh fuck’. He had her pinned down, and he would have no mercy on her. It was just what she wanted. She let him have his way, this time.

Alek: I’m gonna make you come so hard every machine in the place will blow.

There was a gleam in Haleigh’s eyes, and she gave him a wicked smirk. Her hands traveled up his forearms to grab his biceps firmly.

“You’re gonna TRY.”

She told him, but really she knew that regardless, she wouldn’t be disappointed. Cameron let her be, let her focus on who she was with, and the natural experience with Alek. She stared up at him, taking pleasure in watching him bear down on her, and as his efforts intensified, so did the build, and she began to writhe beneath him. She was getting louder with each moan, arching her back, and clenching when he was deep.

“Fuck I’m close!”

She exclaimed, and then her body vibrated intensely. It felt like an explosion, internally, and there was an external echo of it too. Alek came too, and then there was relief from the onslaught.

Cameron: Meet me in our bedroom in ten minutes. Do NOT shower off. I want to smell him as I make love to you.

She smiled darkly.

Yes sir....

She replied silently, and then her distant stare focused back on Alek.

“Pretty fuckin amazing, Bearclaw.”

She said, and after a few moments to catch their breath, she remembered something.

“Hey, I did want to talk to you, before the whole toast ordeal, about the Europeans.”

 

[Berserker]

The Gardens

He liked fucking Haleigh because he couldn't hurt her (even when he tried) so he didn't have to try to be gentle with her. She liked it as hard as he could give it to her, and that was just fine with him. She also didn't play games: if she wanted to fuck, they did, and he didn't have to chase her around the mansion to do it. And like now, he had her down on the grass, and she was absolutely not worried one bit about getting her clothes dirty or being uncomfortable. She was practical. And all of that was outside of why he liked her as a person. Her cold and calculating mind was just as hot as her body.

It wasn't lost on him that Haleigh was letting him be in control at this particular moment. They'd had plenty of fun times beating the shit out of each other, which somehow always turned to fucking, where they struggled for dominance. But sometimes you just wanted to get down to it.

"Fuck Haleigh..."

It felt like there was a hand inside her squeezing his dick every time he was inside her. And he wouldn't put it past her. She was close, her body starting to lose control, her volume increasing, which only made him work harder. But he wasn't going to be able to hold out long, and when she came, he felt the familiar cycle of constriction and release as he moaned loudly. His motion slowed and then stopped. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he collapsed into the grass next to her, breathing heavily.

“Pretty fuckin amazing, Bearclaw.”

He grinned, settling in onto his back, feeling exactly the same way.

"I aim to please."

“Hey, I did want to talk to you, before the whole toast ordeal, about the Europeans.”

His dick felt like it had been through the blender. But in a good way. He rolled over onto his side so he could look at her more easily.

"Go ahead."

He reached out and stroked his hand along the skin between her breasts.

 

[Persephone]

Maxim: "Last I checked, we weren't knitting buddies."

“Thank God for that.”

She downed her glass of scotch and put the glass on the bar, her eyes fucking him before she could. He was a specimen that was for sure, and had he not been a flatscan she would have somehow persuaded him to join her court simply so she could look at him. Ava told him she had a rough day and he countered with mock sympathy as anticipated. She grinned. He was an asshole and she liked it.

Bishop: "Well..."

He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his perfectly sculpted body and Ava could have come right there. He was a gorgeous piece of fucking meat, one that she wanted to devour. He slipped his shoes off and began to close the distance between them.

Maxim: "It just so happens that I excel at making things harder."

"I know. That's why I called you."

She said pointedly, her eyes watching as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them off, stepping out of them easily. Max grabbed her roughly and Ava returned the favor, her hand gripping around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to hers aggressively. She could feel how hard he was as their bodies pressed together, their mouths hungrily attacking one another in a heated exchange. Maxim's hand slipped under her ass and Ava raised to her toes as he lifted her off the ground, circling her legs around his hips while her arms wrapped around his neck. He reached between them and began to rub against her, Ava breaking the kiss.

"FUCK me."

She growled between breathless pants of hot air. Then he slid deep inside her, Ava letting out a low groan at the feel of him. He wasn't easy or gentle, immediately thrusting himself inside her again and again causing Ava to cry out with each connection of their hips. Her lips attacked his again, moaning between their kiss and feeling Maxim push her against her dresser, knocking the bottles of perfume and trinkets over. He lifted her onto the dresser and continued to fuck her senseless, his mouth nipping and sucking her neck, his hands pushing her thighs wider. Fuck he felt amazing, her body responding to every thing he was doing to her.

The dresser shook with each onslaught of his hips, hitting against the wall of her bedroom continuously. Her nails clawed into Maxim's back, Ava biting his shoulder through her cries of pleasure. Then she pulled back from him, roughly pushing Maxim off her and slipping off the dresser to turn around so he could fuck her from behind - and he sure as hell didn't hesitate in his actions. Wrapping her arm around his neck, Ava's head was extended back as her panted out with pleasure.

"Make me come hard."

The change in position and angle made her body tremble with anticipation. She contracted around him, drawing him in deeper and making her lowly groan at the feel. Her body was so close and the noises she was making made it very clear.

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club - - The Gardens

Alek: I aim to please.

He replied, which made her chuckle.

“Well, you never fail to.”

She said, laying back in the grass, her body in relaxation mode now that she didn’t have so much pent up energy. Cameron wanted to see her in ten minutes, so she had time to rest a bit, and anyway she needed to talk to Alek about the weekend company they were having.

Alek: Go ahead.

He said, reaching over to touch her chest, and she took a deep breath. Every now and then he was gentle, and it made her wonder what it might be like if they traded aggression for passion. She might someday be in the mood to try that with him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t completely satisfied with their arrangement thus far. This being one of the few times she was NOT laying in a pile of smashed furniture after fucking him, she found she had a lot less work to do to get comfortable, so she propped her head up on her forearm and looked over at him.

“No doubt you’ve done your own assessment of the visitors. I’ve heard it all from Heidi, who implies almost all of them are useless, and then I’ve gotten some unbiased intel from my own sources.”

She knew, to some degree, he thought this venture would amount to nothing more than a weekend of booze and bitchy barbs at best, betrayal and bloodbaths at worst. But Haleigh had bigger plans.

“I’ve told the foreigners we want to forge alliances, get to know them better. Make business ties for mutual benefit.”

Her free hand went to his, and rested there.

“But what I really want it to expand, worldwide - - but not blindly. I need to know which of them is worth a damn, and which of them should die of a freak accident. We can divide and conquer.... I can’t do it ALL... I need you.”

 

[Bishop]

Ava's Room

There was no love lost between Max and Ava, it was a strictly physical relationship intended to get them both off as hard as possible. And that's why it worked. He didn't care how her day was, other than the fact that it prompted her to call him, and she didn't expect dinner or give a shit who he fucked tomorrow. If it got him a few extra contracts, so be it, but he wouldn't starve without Ava. It was purely sex. And, he had to admit, fucking great sex.

He didn't try to romance her - she would have seen through that anyway. So he stripped down, the lustful look in her eyes giving his ego a nice boost (as if it needed it), and roughly gave her what she'd called him there for. He used the furniture to his advantage, letting him go harder at her. He liked it when she got vocal - he wanted this entire fucking mansion to hear how good he was giving it to her. They could stick that in their mutant asses and smoke it.

And then she pushed him off of her and he gave her an incredulous look.

"What the fuck?"

But before it was even out of his mouth she had turned to face the wall and he pressed himself inside her again without missing a beat. He wrapped one arm around her waste, holding her against him, his hips smacking against her ass over and over.

"Make me come hard."

He bent over her, pressing his chest against her back as he thrust forcefully, and with his free hand he reached down to stroke between her legs.

"Do you wanna come?"

He could feel that she was going to.

"You're so fucking tight...I know you want to come..."

 

[Ruby]

Hellfire Club – The Black Princess' Chambers


:: Cass had stripped down to a black strapless bra with matching underwear. She had a bit of time to herself before getting ready so she pranced about in her bedroom. She looked at Bear, lying on his bed in front of her bed. ::

“He said that he was my friend, and that he was on my side. We’ll see about that.”

:: She knelt down and gave the dog a kiss and hugged his head. ::

“He said that I could trust him. I don’t know about that…”

:: She pulled back and held up his head with her two hands and looked into his big chocolate brown eyes. ::

“You’re a good judge of character. What do you think? Can I trust the Black Bishop?”

:: Bear only licked her chin in response. Cass laughed. ::

“Yes, well, that doesn’t really answer my question.”

:: She let him go and stood up then headed into her closet to get something to wear when an article of clothing caught her eye; a sleeve of a faded leather jacket [like this one]. Transfixed, she pulled it out. It was HER Ben’s jacket, but she wore it more than enough times so it might as well have been hers. Pulling it off the hanger, she buried her face in it and smelled. It still smelled like him! She put it on and then found some black high heels and put those on as well. This was the first time she had worn it since her Ben was murdered. She had stolen it out of the present Black Bishop’s closet because she couldn’t bear to see HIM wear it. That was NOT allowed. So she stole it before he even had a chance to wear it. ::

Knock Knock!

:: Somebody was knocking on her door. A mischievious grin appeared on her lips. It was probably one of the security guys, coming to get Bear for his duties. She walked to the door and opened it. It was Chris, here to pick up Bear. ::

Chris: “Hey, I’m here to get – SHIT CASS! I just noticed what you were wearing…or NOT wearing.”

:: Cass leaned against the door frame and smirked. ::

Chris: “Don’t tell me you’re wearing THAT to the event tonight.”

“Hell no. Ava would kill me right then and there. Although…”

:: Cass’ lips turned up in a sly smile. ::

“It WOULD cause a sensation and EVERYBODY would be talking about the Black Court.”

Chris: “Yes…er, I can see that.” *calling*: “Bear! Here, boy!”

:: Woofing excitedly, Bear came streaking out of the bedroom and excitedly danced around the both of them. He LOVED it when people paid attention to him…except when he was in work mode. Then he was all business. Cass gently grabbed Bear by the neck while kneeling down and hugged him. ::

“You be a good boy, okay? Mama will see you later.”

:: She looked up at Chris as she let the dog go. ::

“Thanks Chris.”

Chris: “No problem. Hey, good luck tonight.”

:: Cass nodded and closed the door. She then leaned against it, laying her head back and closed her eyes. ::

A baby step, Cass, that’s all it takes.

:: She pulled her Ben’s jacket around her and headed back to her bedroom where her phone was. She picked it up and, biting her lower lip, she scrolled down her contacts until she came to ‘The Imposter’ [Ben]. She clicked on message and sent a text. ::

I have trust issues…

Because of what Kelly had me go through…

:: She didn’t even know why she was still loyal to Kelly; she didn’t even know why she still loved her. Kelly had fucked with her in so many ways, shapes, and forms. Shaking her head, Cass focused on what she was doing. “The Imposter” said that he was her friend? That she could trust him? Well she would test him a few times. If he passed, great, but if he didn’t pass? A cruel smirk appeared on her lips as a mental image of her having steamy hot sex with The Imposter’s decoy – a decoy that was built AFTER her Ben was murdered – right in the Black Bishop’s bed and then killing him immediately afterwards in the bloodiest way imaginable and leaving the body there as a present. She sent him another text. ::

Care to escort me to the event tonight?

:: That was all he had to do. He didn’t have to be with her the entire time, he didn’t have to dance with her…all he had to do was escort her. ::

:: She headed to her closet and found some sweatpants so she put them on. It was a good thing too because she heard a knock just then. Zipping up the jacket she was still wearing, she padded out to see who it was. She was shocked when she saw the stylist come in with a bunch of dresses on a rolling hanger. ::

Stylist: “Here are some dresses you can choose from tonight, Princess.”

“Oh, but I already have a dress…”

:: The stylist frowned. ::

Stylist: *incredulously*: “You have a dress…in your CLOSET?!

“The person who gifted me this dress had it custom-made for me. They said that it was in a timeless design, so it could be worn throughout the years. Here, I’ll show you.”

:: She went back to her bedroom and into her closet. Her closet was actually TWO rooms: one for the clothes and then there was a bridal-style dressing room next to it, complete with mannequin. She pulled out a dress hanger containing one of her most treasured possessions and headed for her dressing room. She hung it on the wall, unzipped it, and gently, tenderly, she carried it over to the mannequin and slid it on, fluffing it out and making sure that all was perfect. It had only been worn once. She stepped back and crossed her arms. The stylist went up to the dress and gazed at it, walked around it, and then smiled at her. ::

Stylist: “It IS a gorgeous dress, and it IS a timeless design. The black with the ruby red underlay peeking out? It will look arresting on you, especially with that ruby choker around your neck and your beautiful blue eyes.”

*softly*: “Thank you.”

That’s what he said.

Stylist: “They must love you very much.”

“Mmhmm.”

:: She followed the sylist out and back to the door. ::

Stylist: “That is a really beautiful dress, Princess. The person who chose it must know you well.”

“Mmmm.”

He DID.

:: The stylist left and Cass closed the door and headed back to her bedroom. She would NOT go into her dressing room until she had to. She sat down in her window seat and looked out at the sky. ::

 

[Persephone]

This was exactly why she called Maxium. There was no relationship between them aside from physical and sometime's professional. He didn't care she was a Queen, and she didn't care that he was an asshole. Her voice carried as he pumped into her relentlessly, knowing that he liked her loud. He had an ego, and he definitely enjoyed making other people in the club know that he could get someone like Ava, even if he wouldn't admit that outright. Ava was more than willing to stroke his ego as long as he stroked her...

"Oh fuck..."

She groaned against him feeling her body respond to every deep thrust he gave her. But she wanted him to take her from behind. To fuck her senseless and take control. Pushing Max off her, he looked at her in disbelief and anger.

Maxium: "What the fuck?"

"Shut up."

Ava turned around, pulling at his hips as she did so. He entered her immediately and she cried out, her hand pressing against the glass mirror in front of her. She held her hand there while her other arm hooked around the back of his neck, holding his bearded cheek against her face. She told him to make her come hard. She wanted every synapse in her body to go off - to have the tidal wave of pleasure drown her.

Maxium: "Do you wanna come?"

She didn't answer the bastard because he knew damn well she did. And if he stopped to tease her? She would rip his dick off and finish herself off alone. But he didn't stop; his hand reaching between her thighs to stroke her as he continued to fuck her. Her arm dropped from around his neck, planting it on the dark wood dresser for support while her other still remained on the mirror in front of her. Ava's head hung forward, panting out moans as she felt herself clench around him, the heat building within her.

"Fuck....FUCK..."

Maxium: "You're so fucking tight...I know you want to come..."

The dresser still slammed against the wall with each connection of Max's hips to her ass - Ava's hand pushing against the mirror and cracking it from sheer force. She cried out, her body trembling and contracting as she came hard against him, Max not relenting in his movements. Her midnight eyes looked up into the cracked mirror seeing him behind her, taking her like he owned her. She grinned through her orgasm, grunting as he continued to fuck her.

"Harder."

She growled, her eyes black with desire.