Unserious

Chapter 31 #2

“Why? This is my rodeo. Don’t you have some corporate dude’s cock to suck to get our rider placed?” He laughs, as if his sexist comment was funny at all.

“If anyone’s the cocksucker here, it’s you.

Make no mistake, Levi, you’ll get what’s coming to you.

” She storms around him, out of the room and blows right past me.

She’s fancy, in a no nonsense kind of way, her hair’s slicked back into a high ponytail and it whips back and forth as she walks. I kind of want to follow her now.

But Sleaze-E is my real prize, maybe if I can catch up with her later, I can watch her chew out another guy.

I love a woman in charge.

Sleaze-E is perched on a couch in a room not much bigger than a bedroom. It’s got a coffee area, microwave, and a TV. He’s got his legs splayed wide, and his eyes narrow on me when I enter. “The riders aren’t here, buckleslut.”

Buckle-what?

Closing the door, I offer him the same practiced smile I offered the guy who drove me over here–yep, it could definitely use some work–and he swallows. My hands vibrate and my skin comes alive, he’s going to run, or yell.

“But I heard you like fucking,” making my voice higher and pretending to be interested comes with ease.

He leans forward, eyeing me from the tips of my boots to the top of my head. “You heard, did ya?”

Nodding my head, I put my hands behind my back and push my tits out. His eyes zero in immediately—hook, line, and sinker, I’ve got him. Once I’m close enough to him, I plant one knee into the couch beside him, and swing my other across his hips to sink down into his lap.

His hands suction to my waist and he looks up at me.

“Mighty forward of ya, Kitten.” His hands travel lower, cupping my ass and giving it a squeeze. “How ‘bout a drink?”

Bending down into his space, I lean forward to his ear. Letting his stubble scratch my cheek. “I think I’d like to do this without the drugs,” I whisper, trailing my scissors down his chest.

He startles when he looks up, caught off guard he attempts to remove me from his lap, but I squeeze with my legs, and dig my scissors into his side just enough to make it uncomfortable. “What’s the matter? You don’t like when your kittens have claws?”

My smile now isn’t the one I practice to put people at ease.

No, this smile is full of enjoyment and by the wide eyes and pale skin he’s sporting, I’d say I’m doing just fine scaring him senseless.

He tries to buck his hips to throw me off center, but I’ve seen a sheep with better core strength than this guy—which is strange considering his profession.

Cutting down the length of his shirt, starting at the collar, he starts to sweat. It forms at his temples and trails down to his chin. This is usually when the blubbering phrases start, What are you doing?, Don’t hurt me.

Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. It’s all gibberish anyway, it makes no difference to me what your last words are, but if it were me, I’d like to think I’d have something exciting to say.

“You really should ask for consent, or at least, that’s what my sister says. It’s like, charming or whatever, and appreciated by most sexual partners.”

“Whothe–Whatthefuck,” he rambles. Gaining some wits, he attempts to grab my scissors and as I shove him back into the couch, his shirt flies open and I use the tip of my blades to outline his nipples.

“I’m not a good sharer,” I admit, pulling my scissors back so he can observe them. “But in this case…”

Opening the blades so they come apart, I hold one in each hand and run one over his chest leaving a little trail of red swollen flesh.

It’s not deep enough to really cause any lasting damage, but it’s deep enough to sting.

He starts crying then, silent angry tears well in his clenched eyes and he spits, “You’ll regret that, bitch. ”

My laugh’s abrupt, “Oh, friend. I can’t do that, don’t have the capability.”

Climbing off his lap, I decide I want to play with him a little, to give him a sense of… What’s that emotion… Hope. He rockets off the couch, hand pressed against his chest as if his heart’s gonna fall out into his hand.

The drama.

“Run, run, run as fast as you can…” With each side of my scissors in my hands, I take off after him. Can’t let him get too far now can I? He manages to get to another door, but can’t seem to get it open.

When he sees me over his shoulder, he turns and finally opens the door, heading for the dirt ring in the center of the arena. Well, that’s new. I’ve never known anyone to want to be the center of the show, especially when it’s their death.

Throwing one of my blades, it lands exactly where I aimed. Sinking into his thigh with an audible sound that makes my insides clench, I skip over to where he fell. Dirt puffs up around him as he reaches around and grabs at the blade.

“Tsk, tsk,” I chastise. “That’s mine, remember?”

Wrenching the blade out, I make sure to rock it back and forth first, for good measure. He flips over with a scream, his bloody leg leaving behind a trail as he pushes himself away from me. Once he’s close enough to the center, I pounce.

With my knees pressing into his hips, he groans out a hot breath.

His eyes widen and he starts to plead again, as if I might’ve changed my mind in the last minute or so since the lounge.

He lifts his arms and presses against my chest, so I press my knees harder into his hips.

Crying out, his tears mix in the dirt beside him as he wails, and logically I know someone’s bound to hear him, and I don’t need this turning into a kill fest.

Lincoln would be so pissed.

So, I tear the sleeve off his shirt and stuff it into his mouth. Cutting deeper into his chest I watch as he attempts to staunch the blood as it runs through his fingers…

“What the fuck are you doing?” A deeply feminine voice whisper-shouts.

“Well, fuck.”

When I look up from my fun I see the fancy lady from earlier storming into the arena. An impressive feat considering her heels are sharp and pointy, and the dirt under them is soft.

“No!” She shouts, and looks down at me with her brows furrowed and mouth set into a thin line. “Why did you do that?”

“Uh… I wanted to,” I’m not sure that’s what she wanted me to say because her face only seems to get firmer.

“He wasn’t yours,” she says behind her blindingly perfect teeth before looking up at the ceiling. “I had a plan.”

“Well, I’m intrigued. Tell me about this plan,” I smile, and to her credit, she doesn’t balk. Only crosses her arms and looks in every direction before looking down at him with a resigned calm.

“How about I show you instead,” she returns my smile and it’s times like these when I wish I could decipher one’s feelings. Lifting her skirt, I observe, waiting for her to strike. She exposes more of her leg, clad in black stockings that have lace on the cuffs at the tops of her thighs.

“Are those itchy? I have a pair and I hate them,” I comment as she pulls a knife from one leg and points it at me. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Get up,” she snaps, accompanied by an eye roll.

When I get to my feet, Levi lets out a rushed breath, but his eyes round when he sees the blonde.

“This is going to hurt,” she spits at him as she gets down to her knees. “You should probably hold his arms.”

Unbuckling his pants, she reveals his briefs and cuts through the cotton. Before she does anything else, she snaps her fingers and looks up at me. “Hold his arms.”

I’m not used to taking orders, but she’s very pretty, and I kinda like it…

“Fucking hold him!”

“Yes ma’am,” I giggle, bending down and leaning over his head to grip his arms and hold. She slaps his face and grips his chin with her thumb and forefinger. “You don’t get to die yet, cocksucker. You owe me this.”

I’m not sure what’s happening here, other than the fact that she’s pulling at his cock and balls, but doesn’t appear to be sexually motivated like when I did that to Lincoln. She seems more interested in…

Oh, Ohh!

Her knife’s resting at the base of his cock, and with a few clean cuts–and a profound amount of gurgled screams from Sleaze-E–she’s managed to perfectly castrate him.

The limp cock dangles in her hands, and his blood runs down her arm before she goes back to his face.

If he wasn’t teetering on the brink of passing out already, he’d for sure be screaming again.

“Open up, pretty girl,” she says, and when I lean back, her eyes are unfocused. Like she's far away, or trapped in some kind of trance. “You want it, you know you do.”

Parting his lips with her fingers, she shoves his cock over his tongue and forces it into his throat. He thrashes pitifully before going still, and his chest doesn’t rise again.

“Not to be bossy here, but uh, if you press any harder it’s gonna come back out of his throat… and I get the impression you want it to stay there.”

Her head whips up, ponytail flying in the air. Looking down at her handiwork, she smiles again and leans back on her heels. A sigh falls from her lips and she laughs. I start to wonder if she’s like me, but then tears start to fall and I scoot back.

Not like me then.

“Uh, again, not to be bossy, but we should probably get out of here,” I advise.

The blonde sniffs, wipes her tears with the back of her sleeve, and just like that she’s put together again. “We can’t leave him here,” she snaps and gets to her feet. “They’ll cancel the rodeo.”

“Oh, they’re gonna cancel it either way when someone eventually finds him,” I laugh, hooking my thumb in his direction.

“So help me,” she says once again, gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath.

“I thought you had a plan,” I smile, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting for her to ask again. I kind of like this one, she’s ruthless, but with a point.

“I wasn’t planning on killing him here.” She snaps, and I want to boop her nose like a dog. She’s feisty, I like it.

“Is this a workplace romance gone bad? Because the FBI, they kinda suck, and I’d hate to–”

“The FBI?” She coughs, but hides it behind a wicked side eye.

“Oh yeah, they’ve been after me for ages,” waving my hand around, I take a bow. “I’m The Chameleon.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to tell me that,” she smirks. “Considering they’re offering a handsome reward for any information."

“Yeah, well you just cut a guy’s favorite appendage off in front of me, and then strangled him to death with it…

” I shrug, walking to where Levi’s head rests in the dirt.

Using my scissors, I make sure to slash his throat so there’s absolutely no chance he might wakey-wakey in a few hours, and then grab his arms. “Let’s just say I think we have mutually assured destruction. Now come on, pick up his feet.”

Her mouth almost drops open, I can see the alarm in her eyes like something’s not quite right.

But what do people expect from me? She watched me play with this guy.

.. I only started to kill him before she did what she did…

I couldn’t leave it up to chance so the throat slashing was just to make sure he stayed in deadlandia.

Dropping him, I start to turn away and she grinds out, “Okay. God, fine.”

Turning back around, I grip him under his shoulders and lift. She does as directed and hoists his feet. “Follow me.”

She does, even in her heels, she carries him well. Back the way we came and out through the door at the end of the row. I mapped this place before I decided to make him another mark, and I know there’s a dumpster sitting right outside waiting for this idiot.

Fresh air kisses my face as we make it out and I stick my head through the door to make sure no one is walking around. That would be… inconvenient. We’re completely alone as we walk him straight to the huge metal bin.

There are no cameras out here, but the blonde looks around anyway. Throwing him into the already almost filled container takes some effort, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Levi wasn’t terribly big, and Boss Lady is considerably stronger than I initially thought.

Straightening her clothes, she sheathes the knife and without a word, starts back into the arena.

“Is he your first?” I ask, I don’t know what possessed me to care, but curiosity and the cat…

She stops, her shoulders curl inward a fraction, and if it were anyone else, they would have missed it.

“Ah,” I nod, “he was.”

She spins, marching back my way and getting close enough I can see her pores pressed with makeup. “He was a slimy, rat-bastard, rapist, cowboy-wanna-be, that I finally got to rid from the world. So yeah, he’s the first person I’ve killed, and if another one crosses my path, I’ll do it again.”

My smile isn’t the fake one, and she doesn’t back away. Before she can, I grab her ponytail and smooth my hand over it. “You’re an everyday angel then, huh?”

She inhales, and cuts her eyes my way.

“See you ‘round, Angel.” I mock the accent everyone around here seems to sport, and release her hair. “You might wanna clean the blood off before you go back to boss bitching or whatever.”

Skipping away, I spot Linc. Arms crossed, scowling behind the fence where the big trucks like to park.

When I get to him, he shakes his head but leans down and presses a kiss to my temple. “Hungry, Menace?”

“Starved.”