Chapter Two #2
I’m barely two steps away from the table before Tiffany saunters her way over to me wearing a too tight red dress, her lips painted the same shade of seduction, makeup done like she’s about to sell herself on the street.
Her long blonde hair is curled and hanging around her shoulders, and those damn green eyes are glowing with mischief.
“Hey, Krampy, I was wondering if you can help me with something?” She winks, pushing up her chest so her cleavage starts to rise, making her boobs look even bigger than they are.
Gremlin’s got his eyes on them, mouth puckering like he’s envisioning sucking the milk straight out of her jugs like an infant.
I smack the back of his head.
“Hey now, what the fuck was that for?”
“You’re staring at her chest like you’re about to nurse her.”
Gremlin grins. “What’s wrong with that? They say breast milk has more nutrients than regular milk.”
Tiffany scrunches her nose. “Gross! Get the fuck away from me, you little gremlin.”
He beams with pride. “And here I thought you didn’t know my name, Tiffy baby.”
She scoffs. “Is that what your name is? I thought it was Butt Boy.”
“I’m not fucking gay, woman. I eat pussy like I’m fucking scarfing down a buffet. If you spread your legs, I can show you just how talented I am.”
She laughs. “The only talent you have is the ability to annoy the fuck out of people. That’s why Butt Boy would be more fitting for you. It’s a horror movie about a guy who stuffs shit up his ass and it disappears.”
“Are you serious?” He turns to me in shock. “Is there really a fucking movie like that out there?”
I nod. “It wasn’t my cup of tea. It’s a watch it once and try to forget it kind of film.”
Gremlin shudders, slightly looking over his shoulder at his ass that’s involuntarily clenching. “Jesus, they’ll make horror movies about anything nowadays. Thank fuck you guys didn’t call me that when I joined.”
“I honestly forgot the movie existed, but now that you mention it, it does sound like a better name for you,” I joke.
“Oh, hell no! You guys aren’t calling me Butt Boy. I refuse.”
Phantom chuckles. “Krampus has a point, Prospect; it does suit you more. We all know about your secret obsession with poopers.”
Now, everyone in the room is laughing.
Gremlin covers his ass with his hands. “I am not obsessed with butts, asshole. Liking anal doesn’t make me a bad guy.”
“No, just gay,” Tiffany reminds him.
“Woman, if you don’t stop fucking with me, I’m gonna bend you over and—”
My hand covers his mouth before he can finish his sentence. “What Gremlin’s trying to say is that, as much as we would love to help you, Tiffany, we’re about to head out.”
Her bottom lip juts out. “What’s with you lately? It’s like you’re never down to fuck anymore.”
The last time we fucked, she took off my mask in the heat of it all, then cringed and quickly put it back on. I pulled my dick out of her pussy so fast she got whiplash. Then I kicked her the fuck out of my bedroom.
“And whose fault is that?” I growl, glaring at her.
“I told you I didn’t mean to flinch the way I did. Stop being such a baby about it.”
Gremlin looks at her, then at me. “You removed his mask, didn’t you?”
She shrugs. “And if I did?”
Gremlin shakes his head. “No wonder he wants nothing to do with you, woman. You fucking broke his one rule.”
“You just need to get over yourself, Krampus. It’s not like women are lining up to fuck you. You should be happy that I even gave you a chance when there are so many fine-looking men hanging around here.”
She takes a quick step back when she sees my fists clenching by my side. But before I can go off on her, Voorhees steps in, appearing out of nowhere.
“Tiffany, fuck off and go find someone else to bother. Leave my brother alone.”
Her gaze softens. “What about you, Voor? Are you down for some fucking?” She tickles her fingers up his chest, which he quickly bats away.
He shakes his head. “No thanks, I’m not into used up pussy.”
“You know what?” she hollers, making everyone look her way. “Fuck all of you. I’m gonna go find Jigsaw. At least that man has good taste when it comes to women!” Her heels echo on the wooden floor as she stomps off, throwing a mini temper tantrum worthy of an Oscar.
“That’s because he lost his sense of taste in 2020 when he got Covid, bitch. If he knew what your pussy really tasted like, he’d avoid you too,” I shout after her, enjoying the one-finger salute she throws me before disappearing into the hallway.
“Nice one,” Voorhees exclaims, slapping me a high five. “Where are you two knuckleheads off to?”
“We’re gonna do some recon of that new bakery in town. I want to see if the new owner is linked to Moseley.”
Nobody knows the real reason I want to go.
I’d go to that bakery every day if it means I get to see her smiling face again. I haven’t forgotten about it since I helped her carry her mixer inside a few months back.
“Cool, keep me informed. I’m gonna go find Drac and shoot the shit for a bit. See you when you get back.”
After giving him a swift nod, Gremlin and I head out, driving across town to the bakery located right next to Moseley’s headquarters. I have a bad feeling that whoever owns the shop is either nothing but trouble or about to be in a whole fucking heap of it.