Chapter VIII (II): Tell me who I am!
Killgrave stares at the stranger so totally speechless that he can't even think of ordering him. And on top of that, Peter is rushing towards him in a fury.
"Fucking stop immediately whatever you're doing at this table! You're fucking cheating these naive bunch of idiots and you owe me an explanation, you fucking psychotic!" the illusionist snaps.
"Since when do you give orders to me? What's wrong, anyway?" Kevin stares puzzled at him.
"Oohh the sexy baby has such a temper!" one of the patrons at the table chuckles and whistles in approval.
"She might not talk posh but... look at her ass!" the second one appreciates, in his own his rude way.
"Too bad that the hottie seems to like Chocolate, maybe it's only for the money." says the third one.
"Did you figure out what I'm talking about, finally? What the fuck did you to do me?" Peter goes on snapping, before making a pause. "Wait a minute. Chocolate?"
"And you are a sexy baby? I'm confident you can realise on your own that we're both having a problem here and I'm not the one to blame."
Peter bites his lip and nods.
"First thing first, let's try to make things a bit clearer," Kevin decides, turning to the players at the table. "Tell me who I am!" he orders.
"You're the son of bitch who cleaned us out tonight!" the man next to him accuses the charmer.
"Damn right, I didn't understand yet how the hell you did it, but I'm sure you cheated!" the other one snarls.
While the players are busy chatting, Peter takes advantage of it to sit on Killgrave's lap. After all, in that moment he looks like a woman to everyone else's eyes so he can act like that. This simple gesture triggers different reactions. Kevin, without even realising that, holds Peter tighter letting one of his hands caressing his upper thigh, drawing little circles.
The four players glare at them, both disappointed and envious. Peter smirks, amused.
"No, okay, this is not what I meant," the persuader grumbles, mostly to himself.
He's strangely pleased by the perfection of Peter's ass now resting on his lap.
"Tell me how I look like." he reformulates his request, noticing how Peter is enjoying that situation.
- Oh, bloody hell!- he curses
"You are an Afro Caribbean guy, around thirty years old or maybe younger." says the first player.
"Quite tall. Athletic figure. Black, curly, messy, hair. Black eyes. A little beard..." says the second.
- But this is like Jessica's neighbour, the Junkie! Why do I look like him?- Kevin wonders, before investigating also about Peter. "Now tell me how the person I'm holding on my lap looks to you." he precisely orders, feeling a bit possessive over Peter.
The vampire hunter is taking full advantage of the situation, moving further against Kevin's groin.
- Oh bloody, hell, this is turning me on. This can't turn me bloody on! - the charmer grows alarmed, stopping Peter by holding his leg tighter.
This time it is the third player, the one who speaks.
"She's such a hot brunette. Latin American girl, probably Mexican. Tall, sexy curves, she can't be older than twenty-five..."
"Oh, great, I'm Ginger!" Peter figures out, while he secretly enjoys the sudden hardness he can feel beneath him, poking between his buttocks.
"Who is Ginger?" Kevin asks him, his hand over Peter's belly.
Even the charmer is enjoying the weird situation.
"She's the assistant for my magic shows, one of my dearest friends. My occasional lover, too." Peter explains, drawing out of his very tight pocket his mobile, in order to show Kevin some pictures of her.
As Kevin watches them, in his mind the previous image of the threesome powerfully pops out, now turned into a foursome, enriched by this new sexy element.
He was sure he would have imagined himself and Jessica entwined as they watched Peter and Ginger getting busy, or himself, Jessica and Ginger having sex toghether while Peter watched them, pleasuring himself... instead his mind insists projecting images of Jessica and Ginger kissing each other, taking off clothes, as Kevin and Peter have wild, wild sex.
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