A good shag was all I needed. Once I fucked him say a dozen times or so, these weird feelings would disappear. I hoped.
The next day I found myself back in the coliseum with a screaming crowd. Standing in the wings dressed in a strapless black bathing suit with painted flames licking up under my boobs from my crotch and black cum-fuck-me boots—a totally bitching outfit—I peeked around the curtain and spotted signs in the stands. I leaned over to question Jezzie about them.
“Superhero names,” she stated. “We’ve got it down to about a dozen now and the voting has started.”
“What are the top three so far?”
Jezzie shifted nervously and looked down at her feet. “Nothing’s concrete yet,” she said hedging.
“Tell me.” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.
Jezzie sighed. “Just don’t hurt me, okay. I didn’t choose them. Hell’s Babe.” Not bad, kind of sexy actually.
“Bitch Slap.”
Not too bad still, even if it made me sound more like trailer trash.
“Soul Slut”
“What?” I screeched and she winced.
“Don’t worry, it’s in third.”
“It shouldn’t have even made the list,” I grumbled. I would have liked to argue about it more but it was time for me to go stand in the spotlight as round two in the minion selection process began.
Seated on my throne, I listened to the announcer as he detailed the next task.
“A sidekick requires cunning. The ability to retrieve information and objects with none the wiser. Who of these five remaining contestants has what it takes to move on to the next round?”
Who indeed, I thought tapping my fingernails impatiently on the armrest. The curtain hung in front of me, a heavy fabric shield which prevented me from seeing Drake, the jerk who’d left me hot and yearning the night before. No more. I’d spent too much time since last night thinking of him. Even though we’d only met two days ago, I was tired of him making me hot and heavy and not following through. Turn my legs to mush or not, I’d had it with him. Right after today’s episode, I was going on a male hunt. I didn’t care who I fucked at this point. I just needed someone with a dick who knew what to do with a horny woman. Drake wasn’t the only guy who could turn my libido on. And I would prove to myself he was just another guy, nothing special about him.
I suddenly tuned back into what the announcer said. “…Their task was simple. Bring back an item without her realizing you’d taken it. A personal item which was recently in contact with her oh-so-luscious self.”
Wait a second. Are they talking about me? Like fuck would I be giving anybody anything that dangerous. Items of a personal nature could be used in nefarious spells, something I liked to avoid. The curtain rose while I still wore a scowl from this latest turns of events.
I quickly smoothed my face into a smile, but inside I seethed.
My five contestants stood in a row before me on a mini stage in the center of the coliseum. My eyes focused on one man only though, and I found him watching me back just as intently. He raised a brow and gave me a sensual smile that sent a gushing heat to my pussy. Fuck, did I ever need to get laid.
“First up, Dretnor. What item did you acquire?”
The tall demon bared his teeth in a toothy smile and strutted forward holding up a lock of hair.
The large, four sided video screen hanging above the stadium lit up and a video of me in the club the previous night dancing appeared. I watched as the demon in human guise, cozied up to my backside and managed to snip off some hair unbeknownst to me as I gyrated, eyes closed.
The crowd clapped and I made a mental vow to always have my hair tied up tight when I went out partying in the future. The clip on the screen kept playing after Dretnor’s impromptu trim and the audience tittered when Drake appeared behind his boogying body and removed him none to gently to take his place.
I bit back a smile and quashed the warmth spreading through me. So what if Drake had shown jealousy? It changed nothing. He needed to learn he couldn’t jerk me around.
Maybe to irritate Drake, I’d shag Dretnor.
The emcee spoke. “Dretnor moves on. Next up, Allsor.”
The lizard dude strutted forward and held out an envelope. The video screen lit up and showed him breaking into my postal box and stealing the piece of mail.
The crowd booed and the announcer came back on. “We said something personal pea brain. While addressed to her, she never touched your item. Failed!” At his words the crowd cheered and a trap door suddenly appeared beneath lizard man’s feet and down he disappeared. I wondered if he’d be landing in the traditional alligator pit and thought it a pity they didn’t show us. I’d have liked to have seen the outcome of that match.
Up next, the dwarf Raxnor, who had gone dumpster diving and found an apple core I’d discarded. Gross, but it fit the bill of the task.
Second last was the wolfman named a boring Pete. He’d used his agility to sneak into my apartment and steal some eye shadow. Only one problem, it was Jezzie’s, not mine. Like I would be caught dead, wearing that shade of blue with my coloring, the idiot. Bye-bye wolfman. Then it was the turn of the last contestant, the one who refused to get out of my mind: Drake.
I almost held my breath when he came forward and my hands clutched at the armrests of the chair wetly. Surely I wasn’t nervous for him? I wanted nothing to do with him and by token didn’t want him to win. Right?
With a cocky smile aimed right at me even if my crotch bore the brunt, he whipped some fabric out of his pocket. I swear it was only the fact cameras watched my every move and the approving roar of the crowd which kept me from diving on him and tearing the smile off his face. For dangling from his fingertips were the panties he’d ripped off me the night before.
I didn’t remember the rest of the show—a foggy rage clouded my mind—but as soon as the curtain came down I stalked off muttering darkly.
About to open a portal to head back to my place, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Instinct kicked in and my foot slammed down on my accoster’s instep while in the same motion I jabbed back hard with my elbow. I heard a grunt then a familiar voice whispered, “Is this foreplay?”
Drake. I should have known. “Let me go,” I said through gritted teeth.
He didn’t quite obey, loosening his arms only enough for me to turn in them to face him. When we were eye to eye, he tightened his arms up again pressing me up against his hard length. I tried not to let the evidence of his happiness to see me throbbing against my lower tummy distract me. It didn’t stop my channel from creaming though.
He inhaled and smiled. “Your body seems happy to see me, but your face is saying a different thing.”
“You asshole. I can’t believe you made out with me just so you could steal my panties and move onto the next round.”
He laughed, a throaty sound which sent shivers down my spine. “Actually, I already had an item, an earring from our first encounter. What happened last night was because I want you, baby.”
“Yeah, like I’ll believe that after the way you left me hanging.” I barely controlled my lips from curling into a pout, but my words still ended up sounding petulant.
“I had urgent business to attend to.”
In my world nothing was more important than my needs. “Well, I have urgent business to attend to myself tonight, so if you don’t mind…” I arched a brow and waited for him to let go of me. He didn’t, of course. Instead, he brushed his lips across mine, a move which made my breath hitch.
“I’m all yours tonight,” he whispered. “Let me make it up to you.”