Manufactured for Sin

5. Little black Dress

"You ready?" he asked

"Always ready." I replied with a smirk.

"I'm coming in hard, so you better be. No more warnings, no delaying. We're doing this right now before we lose the edge. You gotta be braced and prepared, because I'm gonna be going in full-speed, and if you can't catch what I'm delivering it's going to be a problem." Greg informed as I widened my stance.

"Don't you dare assume just because I'm smaller and lighter than I can't take a hit like a champ. Don't go easy on me." I growled, bracing for impact. He rounded the corner at full speed, tearing up the ice as he reared back and launched the ball directly my way. I caught it, turning and ramming head-first into a Delmarian blocker as the buzzer sounded. He snarled, sliding away as I gathered my wits on the ice, my left eye burning like hell.

"You good?" Greg asked, helping me up.

"That shouldn't be legal. He threw antler into that block. The fact that we can't wear horned helmets is bullshit." I sighed, rubbing my eye as the scoreboard ticked over to a point for the other side. I used to be good at Homicideball. Maybe I am getting soft.

"Well Delmarians are assholes. They invented a sport called Homicideball after all. It's just a huge dickflex disguised as competition. Helmets aren't allowed, and the fact that they grown horns and we don't, is just a technicality they embrace because otherwise we'd kick their big bunny bitch-asses." Greg said, spotting the blocker and growling back.

"Damn space Jackelopes. We should have just invented an Osirian sport." I huffed, rubbing my eye and blinking out the pain.

"Hey, your dumb-ass blurted out Homicideball to Izleena, don't look at me like it's my fault. Yea, that eye looks bad. I'd ask if you needed a time-out but I wouldn't, so I won't even bother. We're 2 points down. No way we can score enough to win at this point. You wanna just take the loss on a foul move and break that guy's horns off?" Greg asked, giving me that glowing eye-flicker.

"You read my mind. Damn you're hot when you're villainous." I huffed.

"Focus on the game; we have a match to throw and a 600 pound Jackelope to hospitalize. I'm gonna order a wings right after this, so they arrive by the time we get back." He yawned, messing with his phone.

"Save that kinda seduction for later, champ." I said, giving him a playful jab to the stomach to keep him sharp and evil. He really did know how to play dirty.

After the game we retired back to the manor for a little down time. I needed a shower and some time to grow back a fully functional eye. I guess Izleena decided to surprise me with a celebratory visit and a bottle of the good stuff, because unbeknown to me, she was already making her way down the path. The water from the shower and the music playing in the den, made it impossible to hear her approaching, even in her heels. I never understood how she walked in those dreadful things, but she made it look classy.

I guess for a dainty little 6 foot 6 cupcake like Izleena, she needed the extra height. As I stood in the shower, washing the blood out of my hair, for some reason I began thinking about her. It's as if part of me sensed her without realizing it. I didn't WANT to get caught, but part of me wanted to end this game before it got any further.

She must have had some suspicion to drop by so out of her usual style, dressed to the 9's and rocking that stunning black dress so tight that I swear she has to be printed on her body. Of course she wouldn't knock, and she had chip-access to the doors anyway. I can't even imagine what she was thinking as she stepped in to the sound of a water running and the rhythmic wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing through the den, followed by the periodic animal grunting. I can only imagine the confusion in her mind just before she yelled "What the hell is this!?"