Nnoitra was sweating profusely as the summer's heat bore down on his pale skin. His heart was beating fast while he continued to haul the broken concrete pieces out of the way of the bulldozer. It had been four days since he had seen Nell. He was craving her legs spread and wrapped around his hips as he pounded mercilessly into her. At the same time, he longed to smash his fist into her face and watch the blood trickle down her cheek. He licked his lips as he felt his jeans tighten. It had been too long since their last battle.
"Maybe I'll pay her a little visit," he said to himself, stretching out his sore arms.
He knew what apartment was hers from the encounter he had when he broke her carrot top friend's arm. It had been an accident, but he sure didn't care that he'd done it. That kid was the one who tried to interfere in the first place so whatever happened was his fault. Then again, his friends were getting together that night and most likely they would invite Nell. They seemed to like her a lot, the little bitch. He would definitely catch her there. Nnoitra tossed the last pile of concrete and dusted his hands.
"You're off the clock Nnoitra," his boss Yammy said while walking over to the lanky man. "See ya tomorrow."
On the way home, Nnoitra decided to go to the gym before going to his apartment. He was already sweaty, so why bother showering just to get sweaty again? The labor he had done at work could be considered a strenuous back and shoulders work out, but he was in the mood to do legs. He licked his lips again as he pulled into the parking lot. Afterward, he'd shower and go to Grimmjow's and Starrk's party. He didn't like house parties, but Nnoitra knew that Nell would be there.
Nell looked at her phone and saw that she had a new text message. She opened it and it was from Starrk. She yawned and stretched on her couch before pulling her Pokémon blanket back up to her waist.
Are you free? Come hang out
Sure where at?
Grimmjow and I's house
Sure why not? She wasn't doing anything but watching an anime marathon with a pint of chocolate chip ice cream in tow. It was a very lonely way to spend her Saturday evening and she definitely enjoyed hanging out with Grimmjow and Starrk. Starrk gave her directions and soon she was on the way to their house. When she pulled up, she wasn't sure she had the right address. This was a mansion she was in front of. She realized that they were famous, but they obviously were raking in the dough. They were sitting on a few acres of land. The yard was bigger than her complex put together and was filled with lush green grass. Nelliel gathered her wits and pulled up to a large black, iron gate, which had a security guard standing there.
"Who might you be?" he asked looming over her car.
He looked very intimidating with his bright yellow eyes, huge facial features, and shaved head with what looked like implants vertically lining the middle of his skull. He nearly placed his head through her open window, creepy gaze piercing right through her.
"Nelliel," she said timidly.
The security guard smiled. "So you're the expected guest! I'm the guard Zommari Leroux. It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," Nell said kindly.
Zommari opened the gate and it slid back silently. "Go ahead."
Nell drove her car along the extensive gravel drive way, her eyes darting in every direction. The grass was lush and had different statues placed throughout its rolling form. As she drove past the statues, she realized they were naked sculptures of Grimmjow and Starrk. She blushed furiously although they were in positions that covered their genitals.
