A World Reversed

Part 8

Warning: this gets a little descriptive here.

"New York?" Isabelle chimed in. "I want to go."

"Oops no whores allowed," Jace said. Izzy smacked him, hard.

"What are you guys doing in New York?" Jonathan asked, looking at Jace. They were supposedly good mates, but now I saw it with my own eyes. Jon was never a protective brother, but he was always cautious of where I was rather than whom I was with. He never trusted me to go across town for a sleepover let alone New York. Yet he trusted me with Jace.

"Clubbing," Jace said.

Jonathan grinned. "Together?" Jace nodded and owned a similar expression of dirtiness, one that got my heart fluttering. He and Jace did a handshake-turned hug...over the fact that Jace was probably having sex with Jonathan's own sister. Real classy, bro. "She's needed to get laid for a while now, man. Thank God!"

"Hey-,"

"Izzy, get Clary something to wear." Jace didn't even ask. Isabelle nodded and looked me over. Then she turned into her closet. I followed, a little weary of what she was going to pick. If you took one look at her you'd understand my point. Currently, she had on a high waisted leather black skirt with a leather top that I'd classify as a bra but it clearly wasn't. She had spikes and such all over the place but the amount of skin showing stood out the most.

"You're much too small for most of my clothes..." Isabelle muttered. I gained a little hope. I wanted Jace to be excited, but I didn't want the whole club to be looking at me. I probably couldn't pull most of those clothes off anyhow. "I wear this as a tunic length shirt, but it'll work for you."

I looked at the garment she held. It was all lace and it was see-through on my sides. She grabbed a pair of above the knee black boots and some leather gloves with spikes. My eyes grew wide in fear. That couldn't ever fit me! It was much too short. "Oh just put the bloody thing on." She threw it at my chest. I took a deep breath as she exited the closet.

I was the only one left in the closet so with a sigh I put it on, but I really didn't want to walk out like that in front of my brother. I thought even he might flip out. I exited anyways. Luckily, the boys were gone.

Isabelle motioned me forward and then walked a 360 around me. I could feel her eyes judging me. She tugged on the dress and handed me the boots, setting to work on my hair. "Did you shave, Clary?"

"Uh, yes," I said.

"Good, Jace is quite particular about that stuff. What about your pajamas?"

"What about them?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes in the mirror. Her hands were running through my hair and pinning it up. "You need lingerie to wear. Here, take...this," she held up a pair from her drawer. It was, of course, black. I sighed and stuffed it in my bag, hating that I'd actually use the things she gave me.

"Thank you, Isabelle," I said when she was done. She had given me a leather jacket but informed me to take it off in the club. Her response was for me to send Jonathan back up to her room. I about gagged when I saw her tug off her dress.

When I got downstairs, Jace had changed into real clothes. He had on black jeans, a dark grey shirt, and a leather jacket to match. It all licked his body in a perfect way. I had to resist the urge to crash my lips onto his. Jonathan was looking over my outfit. "I don't like it..." He stated and looked back to Jace, who had a delighted grin on his face. "Don't let her dance with many other guys."

"She'll be lucky to dance with any other," Jace walked to me and held out his arm, wrapping it around my shoulders first and drawing it down. I thought my panties were already wet.