Medusa chose that moment to notice me and she did so with a smirk. “If it isn’t the Big Hoe herself.”
“Jealous?” I smiled and added an extra wiggle to my walk when I noticed Drake’s eyes regarding me smokily. “Oh, and Big Hoe is copyrighted to the president of the succubus union. Do your homework.”
The cap of snakes on Muddie’s head danced and hissed in agitation. “You here to bitch about the mishap with last night’s take down?”
I threw a sultry look at Drake. “Bitch about getting the chance to meet this great big hunk of man? Definitely not. Actually I wanted to thank you for making my evening so pleasurable. ” Medusa’s lips tightened so much they almost welded completely shut. With a wink at Drake, I sashayed back to the elevators. I should have known he’d follow me.
Actually, I’d hoped he would.
Ignoring him wasn’t easy in the close confines of the elevator. Especially when he hit the stop button and I found myself pressed up against the mirrored wall. Scorching lips found mine in a kiss that made me swoon. I clutched his broad shoulders for a moment, allowing the pleasure his touch ignited to sweep through me.
But I had no intention of making this too easy for him, good phone sex or not. My sharp teeth nipped at his lip and drew blood. He pulled his head back and regarded me with glowing eyes. Why his eyes kept glowing around me was a mystery, but the fact his did almost made me grab his head to drag him back in for another smooch. However, I had places to be, minions to judge, and millions of viewers waiting to watch my awesome self.
“Sorry, sweet cheeks,” I said patting him on the side of his smooth shaven jaw.
“While you are a hot piece of ass, my schedule is quite busy for the next little bit.” He moved back and leaned against the opposite wall and his lips tilted in a half smile. “Ah yes, the contest for sidekick.”
“I’m glad you understand. Maybe in a few weeks, when things calm down, you can give me a call.” The brushoff, here’s where I’d find out just how interested he was in me.
I loved being chased—and getting fucked, um, caught. I pressed the button to resume the elevators descent.
He said not a word in reply, but his eyes watched me and I retrained an urge to squirm under his intent scrutiny. Good thing I’d worn panties today because they caught the seeping moisture his presence created in my sex. He, on the other hand, couldn’t hide the bulging erection in his jeans. My mouth watered and I swallowed with disappointment—saliva just wasn’t the same as fresh cream.
“See you around,” I waved with false cheer as I exited the elevator, a little miffed when he didn’t reply or follow.
No matter, I had more important things to attend to and I definitely didn’t feel bummed when he didn’t try to trail me or convince me to get better acquainted. The jerk.
I made my way to Hell’s coliseum, still unable to believe everything Jezzie had accomplished in such a short time. A stream of demons and damned went through the various entrances and I wondered if I’d gotten the time wrong for my own appearance.
Surely they couldn’t all be here for my first minion elimination round?
But as it turned out, they were, at least according to the snippets of conversation I heard.
“There she is. Wow, she’s even hotter in person.”
“I wouldn’t mind being her sidekick if you know what I mean.”
“Think if I’m bad, she’ll come punish me?”
I preened under the comments. I also smiled and waved as more and more heads began to turn and hands pointed. I could have done without the ass slaps and pinches though. I’d have bruises tonight for sure.
I spotted Jezzie’s familiar pig tails bobbing at the main entrance and headed towards her.
“What’s up with the crowd?” I said.
“I told you this thing was taking off,” Jezzie beamed. “Now come on, we’ve got to get you ready for your first official appearance.”
A group of vultures who claimed positions like hair and makeup attacked me when we reached the bowels of the coliseum. The clothes I’d chosen were torn from my body and I found myself clad in a red latex suit which left little to the imagination—kind of like most of my wardrobe actually.
Jezzie wisely stayed out of reach, smart demon for had she gotten close enough I would have wrung her neck. I’d gone past snowball, this had turned into a hurricane and its gale force now flung me around like a rag doll. Before I could say “Boo”—although I managed to exclaim “Fuck” a few times—I found myself behind a blood red curtain on stage.
I looked to the wings on my left and mouthed at Jezzie. “What the fuck do I do now?”
“Just follow the emcee’s lead.”
Emcee? Sure enough I heard a booming voice on the other side of the silken barricade.
“Good afternoon denizens of Hell. Are you ready for the first round in Last Sidekick Standing? ”
A roar met his words and if my feet hadn’t frozen as if stuck in heavy cement shoes, I would have run, really, really far.
Instead, my mouth got dry, my hands clammy and when the curtain suddenly pulled away, the bright lights blinded me. I made a mental note to place an ad looking for a new roommate because the one I had was going to die shortly. Cowardice thankfully didn’t run in my family though. I sucked in my stomach and smiled. The crowd cheered.
I regained a bit of my equilibrium. “My friends of Hell, thank you for coming. As you’ve probably heard, I need a minion.”
“Sidekick!” someone hissed out of sight.
“Today we’re going to test some of the applicants and see if they have what it takes.” Unsure of what they had planned, no one had deigned to inform me, I raised an arm and lowered it shouting. “Let the games begin.”
Stamping, clapping and whistling made the stage shiver. What a rush. Without my noticing, a throne appeared behind me. I sat in the monstrous chair and waited with bated breath like everyone else to see what would happen next.
Like the Roman coliseum of old, the stadium seating and stage surrounded an inner open area with massive, iron bound doors ringing it. Mere mortals would have cringed to hear about some the famous bloody events which had played out here over the centuries.
It also featured great acoustics for concerts.
The doors of the arena opened and an eye popping amount of half-clad men and demons came rushing out. My jaw dropped. Surely not all of these males wanted the position of minion. Talk about flattering. And hot. Indecent amounts of bare flesh ran around hacking and slashing in a free for all cheered on by a blood thirsty crowd.
Some of the contenders sported weapons like swords and knives, a few flailed whips, some resorted to their bare fists and others just used themselves, which in the case of demons and shapeshifters could be deadlier than any weapon forged.
Riveted, I watched as sweaty, muscled bodies slugged and kicked. Talk about an early birthday present way better than any strip club. Before long, I found my eyes caught by one particular figure—a familiar one. Surely it couldn’t be. I leaned forward and didn’t know whether I should curse or cheer, for flattening a goodly amount of applicants was Drake. Once again, shoeless and shirtless, his body gleamed with perspiration and his muscles rippled as he competed. I found myself silently cheering him.