Wicked little games with sweetly wicked toys...
All right, if I was any more bored I think I would die - again. Spike is off doing who the fuck knows what, with who knows and I’m stuck here in this damn shit-hole apartment with nothing to do.
I tell him I want to find us another place, why do the little goodie goodies get to live in a fucking hotel while we live in this damn hole in the wall? Because we don’t pay rent is what he says.
Fuck that shit, kill someone and get the rent money that way, I don’t care. I don’t want to live in this hellhole anymore. It’s nasty and gross and if I think that then it is. I mean I’m dead for hell’s sake.
He’s really pissing me off lately with his cold and colder attitude. One minute we’re having this bonding moment or whatever the fuck and then the next I’m just his little fuck toy.
Ok, not that I mind that at all but I told him I had feelings for him and he just ignored me. Fuckin’ hell, I could have stayed mortal to get ignored. I didn’t need him doing it too.
I hated his avoiding attitude and I was so tempted to go and just turn that hell of a fine looking lawyer and making myself a pet, having Spike go screw himself with Mr. Sunshine for all I care, and go on my merry way.
But I didn’t, and I don’t. So as usual, Tara Maclay gets the short end of the stick.
Trouble, that’s what I need. Stir up some trouble. Nah, maybe I’ll go annoy that lawyer chick that had me killed. She’d be fun to fuck around with.
A slow smile crossed my lips as I got up and got dressed - I didn’t wear much around the apartment, I didn’t see much need - I slipped on a pair of thigh high leather boots before slipping on a long ‘good girl’ dress.
Running my fingers through my hair I headed out the door, making a little stop to the local magick shop that was stupid enough to stay open after dark and picking up a few supplies for my trip.
It wasn’t long before I was standing outside the front doors. It was quiet outside and I soon I was mixing the few ingredients I needed, putting them in the small pouch and slipping the pouch into the waistband of my panties. I knew they’d come in handy sometime.
Without much effort I walked into the building, undetected by their vampire sensors, that just made me happy. Not to mention it got me to forget about that asshole that sitred me. I looked like some sweet little intern who was going up to her boss. Nobody made notice that I maybe a bit on the pale side but then again lawyers aren’t always smart.
I headed up into the elevator, picking the top floor - anyone with Lilah’s shoes had to be on top - and standing in the corner of the elevator. Some pretty little intern came into the elevator on the fourth floor and I was so tempted to drag her pretty little short skirt into the copy room and have a wonderful little time with her but I had bigger fish to fry for now.
Maybe Lilah will be so kind as to give her to me to take home, a parting gift I guess you would say.
A predatory smile crossed my lips as I headed out of the elevator, casting little miss short skirt a forward full body glance, then headed towards Lilah’s office.
One quick snap of the knob and her door opened, sadly she wasn’t there to meet me, but that’s ok. It just gave me time to make myself comfortable. And I did, at her desk.
Kicking my feet up onto the desk and leaning back as the cool leather of the chair touched the tops of my thighs as the skirt to my dress rode up just a bit, I kept my eye on the door. Won’t she be surprised.
[Open to Lilah]
I tell him I want to find us another place, why do the little goodie goodies get to live in a fucking hotel while we live in this damn hole in the wall? Because we don’t pay rent is what he says.
Fuck that shit, kill someone and get the rent money that way, I don’t care. I don’t want to live in this hellhole anymore. It’s nasty and gross and if I think that then it is. I mean I’m dead for hell’s sake.
He’s really pissing me off lately with his cold and colder attitude. One minute we’re having this bonding moment or whatever the fuck and then the next I’m just his little fuck toy.
Ok, not that I mind that at all but I told him I had feelings for him and he just ignored me. Fuckin’ hell, I could have stayed mortal to get ignored. I didn’t need him doing it too.
I hated his avoiding attitude and I was so tempted to go and just turn that hell of a fine looking lawyer and making myself a pet, having Spike go screw himself with Mr. Sunshine for all I care, and go on my merry way.
But I didn’t, and I don’t. So as usual, Tara Maclay gets the short end of the stick.
Trouble, that’s what I need. Stir up some trouble. Nah, maybe I’ll go annoy that lawyer chick that had me killed. She’d be fun to fuck around with.
A slow smile crossed my lips as I got up and got dressed - I didn’t wear much around the apartment, I didn’t see much need - I slipped on a pair of thigh high leather boots before slipping on a long ‘good girl’ dress.
Running my fingers through my hair I headed out the door, making a little stop to the local magick shop that was stupid enough to stay open after dark and picking up a few supplies for my trip.
It wasn’t long before I was standing outside the front doors. It was quiet outside and I soon I was mixing the few ingredients I needed, putting them in the small pouch and slipping the pouch into the waistband of my panties. I knew they’d come in handy sometime.
Without much effort I walked into the building, undetected by their vampire sensors, that just made me happy. Not to mention it got me to forget about that asshole that sitred me. I looked like some sweet little intern who was going up to her boss. Nobody made notice that I maybe a bit on the pale side but then again lawyers aren’t always smart.
I headed up into the elevator, picking the top floor - anyone with Lilah’s shoes had to be on top - and standing in the corner of the elevator. Some pretty little intern came into the elevator on the fourth floor and I was so tempted to drag her pretty little short skirt into the copy room and have a wonderful little time with her but I had bigger fish to fry for now.
Maybe Lilah will be so kind as to give her to me to take home, a parting gift I guess you would say.
A predatory smile crossed my lips as I headed out of the elevator, casting little miss short skirt a forward full body glance, then headed towards Lilah’s office.
One quick snap of the knob and her door opened, sadly she wasn’t there to meet me, but that’s ok. It just gave me time to make myself comfortable. And I did, at her desk.
Kicking my feet up onto the desk and leaning back as the cool leather of the chair touched the tops of my thighs as the skirt to my dress rode up just a bit, I kept my eye on the door. Won’t she be surprised.
[Open to Lilah]