Love Is Ǝvil

35 Jealousy Woes

Her hoarse scream echoed from the walls and her manicured nails scratched his scalp holding on to his short hair. A push or a yank? Hard to follow a direction this conflicting but she screamed again hoarsely. It sent a pleased shiver over his skin. He could feel her body tremble underneath his fingertips where they touched her thighs.

Then shallow breathing filled the room. "Damn ..." Her legs came down to rest on his shoulders again, all their weight on him and with careful hands he laid them back on the bed. Marshall rubbed over his lips with his thumb as he looked up. A small smirk. He liked the sound of that. On his hands he crawled up to look into her face properly. The lipstick on her pouty lips was a little smeared and the golden glitter on her long lashes had rubbed off on her cheeks. Her honey brown eyes returned the look with a content smile. Probably she was a nice looking girl, well, woman he assumed, under all that make-up. Make-up made everyone look nice, even him, so that wasn't anything to judge somebody by. But that wasn't of interest right now anyway. He needed to know if she had liked just now and judging by that smile, she undoubtedly had. Then he had done this right. Good.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close, a seductive bite to his ear. Was she learning what he liked? "Let me show you my gratitude."

Marshall shook his head and sat up. "I'm fine." Wasn't like this turned him on. You're too gay for your own good, fag, eating out a fine pussy like hers and all you can think about is sucking dick. All you think about. "You might wanna touch up", she wouldn't pick up many clients if she looked already spent. They all knew what she was but the illusion usually was supposed to be the opposite. Then he climbed off the bed.

She stood up herself and pulled her skirt with the golden floral pattern into position. It matched the floral lines of the bed covers well. On purpose?

"What's your name anyway?", he asked. What's it to you? You won't remember.

The smile on her lips deepened, he wasn't sure with what. "Call me Iris."

He tilted his head.

"It's the name of a flower", she explained and pulled a small mirror from her purse.

That made sense. "Seems to be a theme here."

She smiled amused and corrected her make-up. "It's better than Chastity or Purity, don't you think?"

A small chuckle left him. "That's true. I always find that off-putting."

Now with her appearance back in order, she took a step toward him and swiveled her hips while she did so. "You seem more relaxed now, up for enjoying the evening?" A seductive flutter of her eyelashes. "Maybe I can show you my gratitude later?" Hell yeah, let's pollinate her flower!

"I doubt that but sure." Briefly he shrugged with his shoulders and laid an arm around her waist. "I was planning on having a nice evening with my friends, so there's that."

"Sounds perfect."

With his arm not leaving her waist, they left the room and went down the stairs. Mellow sounds dominated the main floor of the club. On this night again the busty singer stood on Bastard's stage and sang. This time she wore a short, black dress and it was just as unable to rein in her goods. While he watched her for a moment, Marshall remembered that she was a friend of Nicolas's and even lived with him. Was a figure like hers tempting for the man? Jealous? Would serve you right. Look, what you just did, slut. Even if not, was she trying to tempt him? More importantly maybe, was his other roommate slash best friend slash gigolo equally good-looking? Marshall didn't know much about him, not even his name, he just realized. That was odd ...

He wiped the thoughts from his mind and after a quick exchange with a staff member he found the table in their name. Ryan and Denaun were already seated and provided for with drinks. So, Marshall and the petite blonde in his arm walked over to them. A short greeting as he sat himself down, she leaned close to his side.