LUXURE

6. NO HARM NO FOUL

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and an extreme sensitivity to the light seeping through my windows above my bed.

"Fuck you alcohol." I grumbled as I stood up from my bed "and fuck you sunshine." I grabbed the curtain and nearly ripped it off the curtain rod whilst trying to angrily close them. I was in a very grumpy mood, probably because I had to wake up at 6am for work after a late night out. It's no one's fault but my own, but I can still be grumpy about it. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses off the top of my dresser and proceeded to get ready for my day, while wearing the sunglasses.

"Scar, why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" Jordie asked me as he shoveled more cereal into his mouth.

"Because, your sister is stupid and now regrets her life choices." I said with an obnoxiously wide smile.

"Scarlett." I heard my mom say sternly as she glared daggers at me. I shrugged my shoulders and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Jordie, she's just kidding, she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She concluded with such a sweet voice. Jordie didn't think anything of it as he scarfed down his cereal while reading a book, I'm assuming for one of his classes.

Jordie and I walked together to school and work without much conversation. Partially because my head was still throbbing and partially because he was so focused on his book. Yes, he even attempted reading it while we walked. I waved him a goodbye as he tucked his book under his arm and ran towards his group of friends.

As the doors to hell neared, I changed shoes from my sneakers to my business heels, I took my sunglass off, neatly tucking them in my bag before I trudged through the large glass doors. After popping a few Advil's my headache was finally gone. My light sensitivity slowly faded. However, my grumpy attitude stayed with me all day.

The week flew by. I only ended up staying late on Tuesday and Wednesday, both not by choice. Apparently, Mr. McConnor was meeting with a very important client at the end of the week and a few million dollars were on the line because of it. I don't know much more than that, but because everyone was running around stressing out about the client, they put a lot of their stress and frustration out on me. Which in turn left me angry and seeking a night out for myself. I hadn't gone out all week simply because I was so busy with work.

I headed out of the building after clocking out earlier than I usually do on Fridays, but I felt like I could conquer the world and I wanted to go out and do just that. I craved going out as Luxure. She was clawing at my insides begging to come out and play. I needed a night of hot and sweaty sex with the hottest guy I could find.

Mom made a delicious dinner. Some kind of chili that she topped with a whole bunch of different veggies. Jordie wasn't a fan of the vegetables, but mom forced him to finish his plate before he could leave the table. After dinner I started getting ready. I spent a little longer getting Luxure ready. I settled for a tight dress with a plunging neck that held my breasts together firmly but allowed them to bounce with each step. The dress was so short that you could see that my stockings were only thigh highs, and you could even get a quick glimpse of the garter belt straps holding the stockings up. I wore my red stilettos with a thin strap at the ankle as a pop of color.

I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked hot and good god was I horny.

My makeup wasn't as dark as usual, but I wore a deep red lip, over-lining my lips slightly to give them my go-to pout look. I fastened a black leather choker around my neck and pinned my wig to my head, brushing through it and straightening any parts that needed it.

One last glance in the mirror, I was ready to go. I slipped my baggy shirt on over the dress before I left my room. Tonight I was going all out and I didn't want to deal with onlookers before I got to the club. I slipped out of my bedroom, leaving a note for mom on the dinner table. Luckily Jordie and mom we're still in the kitchen area so they couldn't see me leaving.