{MNM #2} Gothic Girls, Taunts and Mutiny

[The Lost One]

Friday
1 31 14
1:15 AM
Las Vegas

The club was called Ultra Violet. It was one of the more selective clubs in Vegas. Seeing as they were not on the strip, they could afford to be more choosy with their clientele. When people who looked like Broderick Montgomery walked up to the solid steel front door they got turned away almost instantly. When Broderick walked up to the door he was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a silk shirt left open. A gold chain around his neck and two hundred dollar sunglasses on. Yea, he wore sunglasses even at night.

Booted feet carried him to the door and a fist knocked twice. The knock went unanswered for a few seconds before a small slot was pulled open. The eyes that looked through were framed in pale skin and painted black with thick lashes. He man behind the door gave Brody a once over and actually let out a laugh.

Man: “Your in the wrong place boy. The gap is three blocks down and to the left.”

The slot was slammed closed and once again Brody lifted a hand and slammed his fist off the steel frame of the door. Once again the slot opened and the eyes looked more then a little irritated at the second knock.

Man: “I said your in the wrong place punk. Get the hell on.”

Brody: “This change your mind?”

Brody lifted a hand and a hundred dollar bill was held up between his knuckles.

Man: “.....Perhaps. What do you want? Aint no drugs here.”

Brody: “If I wanted drugs, I would go and find a dealer. I want to dance, have a few drinks and maybe find some company.”

Man: “And you think someone like you can do that? No skin off my nose prep. Your money to lose.”

The slot was slammed shut and then the door opened. The man was a little shorter then Brody at about six foot even with long hair done in dreadlocks and his face was covered in concealer to look paler and thick eye shadow. He took the hundred dollar bill from Brody and stepped aside. Behind him lights of every color flashed and pulsed.

Brody walked into the club amidst the sounds of some Apocalyptica song or another. They all sounded alike to him. Brody made a beeline for the bar watching carefully around him. People of all shapes and sizes appeared to be here, but they all had one thing in common. They were all pale, they were all wearing various degrees of leather and fabric skirts and they were all heavily makeup-ed.

A Goth club.

One thing that Brody had learned while vacationing in New York in his youth. There wasn't anyone on this planet who was more of a freak in the bedroom then a Gothic woman. They were insatiable and he tried to seek one out at least a few times a year. After the Debacle that was Jeszika and Oliver he needed to unwind, and he knew of no better way to unwind then between the thighs of a pretty gothic girl.

Most girls were here with their lovers, while he did enjoy a bit of harmless cuckolding, that wasn't what tonight was about. The last thing he needed was to catch a case for assault for beating some uppity emo boy's ass. He also quickly eliminated the girls with female friends. It took too long to detach the girls from their friends.

That's when he saw her. She was standing at the bar drinking a neon green cocktail from a martini glass. She wore a pair of tight hiphuggers jeans with various chains and belts around the pant legs and hips. Her top was very corset like that hugged a faintly toned, but not muscled stomach and hugged the twin mounds of flesh on her chest so deliciously. Around her throat was a thick leather collar with a metal clasping ring on the front. Her face had a certain innocence to it and was offset by the black and bright pink hair.

He made his way over to the girl and leaned on the bar next to her. She looked him overly with a faintly amused purse to her lips. Brody ordered a glass of Blavod. This got a respectful nod from the bar tender and a faint shocked sparkle in the eyes of the woman next to him. As the glass of black Vodka was brought to him he turned and looked at the woman.



Brody: “Seems I stumbled into the wrong place huh?”

Woman: “Judging by your choice in drink, somehow I doubt that.”

Brody: “Brody....”

He held out his hand and the woman took it delicately and shook gently.

Woman: “Cassandra. Pleasure to meet you Brody and No, I don't want to go somewhere more private to talk.”

Brody: “...Did I ask?”

Brody took a long drink from the glass and turned his back on Cassandra to survey the wrong. His reaction got the desired effect from the woman. Shock registered on her face, and then her pale skin took on a pinkish hue as she blushed. Near the DJ booth two men were talking to the DJ and pointing In their direction.

Cassandra: “....That was bitchy wasn't it?”

Brody: “Not bitchy.....presumptive? But I guess, a woman like you would have to deal with that a lot. So, no harm done.”

Cassandra: “A woman like me?”

There was a faint edge to her voice. Around then the Apocalyptica song was coming to an end. Brody smirked and then turned and looked over his shoulder.

Brody: “Beautiful. I couldn't just come out and say it. You have to at least spare me some of my dignity.”

As the song came to an end a familiar one began that brought a pleased smirk to Brody's lips. The opening chords of “All American Nightmare” Many in the club looked up like they didn't know why this was being played but the two men who had been talking to the DJ walked over.

Man #1: “Are you who I think you are?”

Brody: “Depends on who you think I am?”

Man #2: “The All American Nightmare!”

Brody: “Guilty.”

Man #1: “Man....can we get your autograph?”

Cassandra: “....Are you like famous?”

Brody: “Something like that. Now, I’ll give you two one autograph and then you gotta give me some piece. I was having a conversation.”

The two men in all leather with long black haired and tattooed faces nodded eagerly. Cassandra watched with baited breath as Brody signed two napkins “Broderick Montgomery III, Everyone has a price”

After Brody finished the autographs he turned back to Cassandra who was eying him with her lip taken gently between her teeth. She looked up into his eyes and smiled a brief, but stunningly beautiful smile.

Cassandra: “....You like in a band?”

Brody: “No. I am a professional wrestler.”

Cassandra: “Really? Like the Paultaker guy and Steel cold.”

Brody's brows lifted and he thought, good god, seriously but he just nodded ever so gently.

Brody: “...Yea. Something like that.”

Cassandra: “You any good?”

Brody: “Better then most.”

Brody kept eye contact with that answer and watched with no small amount of pleasure as that pinkish cast once again spread over her pale cheeks and this time down the sides of her neck. Brody could just imagine what that pale skin tasted like.

Brody: “Listen. I would love to talk more Cassandra, but I only came in for one drink.”

Cassandra: “And I told you.....”

Brody held up a single hand and chuckled softly.

Brody: “It wasn't a proposition darling. Merely commenting on why our talk has to come to a premature end.”

Brody lifted the black Vodka filled glass to his lips and drained the rest of it. He gently took her hand and kissed the knuckles.

Brody: “But it was a pleasure to meet you and be careful. A woman as beautiful as you will become someone's target.”

Brody placed the glass on the table and turned. He didn't look back as he walked back up the stairs. He knew she'd be watching for that. For some sign that his departure hadn't been genuine. When he reached the door the guy at the front door mumbled something about a waste of a hundred dollars and Brody just smirked. He knew better.

Cassandra: “Hey! Wait up!”

It was when he reached the halfway point of the ally he heard her breathless voice calling to him. He turned around with mild curiosity playing on his lips. She was blushing again when her heels stopped clicking off the concrete of the ally. Behind her the man at the door was staring at Brody wide eyed.

Brody: “Did I forget something?”

Brody made a great show of checking his pockets but Cassandra just giggled and put her hand delicately on his forearm.

Cassandra: “Yea. Me. I figured we could catch a cab home? Share the cost and talk a bit?”

Brody: “We don't need to share a cab. I have a car and a driver just out front.”

The smile which crossed the face of Cassandra Rae was radiant. It even made Broderick's cold heart skip a beat.

Brody: “And how about this. I don't have to leave for my next show for two or three hours. I can have the driver stop, get us a nice bottle of expensive champagne, go back to my penthouse and have a few drinks. Nothing improper mind you, and I can have my driver drop you off on the way to the airport.”

Cassandra: “That sounds....magical.”

Brody: “Just don't mind my driver. I only keep her on because of old family loyalty. She is a bit slow, but harmless.”

The mere thought that this man also took care of the handicapped made Cassandra think she'd hit the jackpot. When they rounded the corner they found the beautiful black rolls and Aerynn Donnelly standing at the drivers seat. The Irish woman looked over at the two and for the first time she looked at a woman and didn't have the disdain in her eyes.

Aerynn drove them in silence to the store and when Brody got out she flipped around in her seat to face Cassandra. She was so used to seeing Brody with sluts. Women who deserved what he was going to do, women who had it coming. This one? She looked....almost innocent. Brody had slithered beneath her guard and Aerynn had to help her.

Aerynn: “Listen carefully. Tha' man isna who he is pretendin' tae be. Ye need ta get out o' tha car. He is going tae use ye an' throw ye away.”

Cassandra: “....Why would you tell lies about him like that? If he wanted to use me so badly, he wouldn't have walked out of the club without me.”

Aerynn: “He's a predator, Miss. Please, get out o' tha car.. Here is..”

Aerynn reached into her pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet with Irish green flames on it and pulled out twenties.

Aerynn: “This is enough tae get a cab ta anywhere in tha city. Take it an' go.”

Cassandra: “I understand you don't understand Ma'am, but he is a good man. I won't tell him about this outburst, I promise.”

Cassandra was speaking like she was talking to someone who was mentally handicapped but before Aerynn could answer Brody pulled the door open and Aerynn slid back around. Brody slid into the seat and put his arms around a radiantly smiling Cassandra.

Brody: “Shall we?”

Cassandra: “Yes, please.”

Saterday
02 01 14
11:25 AM
Las Vegas

The bedroom was wreck when Aeryn walked into the room. Cassandra's clothing was all over the floor. The large bra that held her mammoth breasts lying on the bedroom door knob. Aerynn kept her eyes downcast. She wasn't looking forward to this. She knew what she had to do, and maybe Cassandra had this happen before.

She found the black and pink haired woman lying on her back on the bed. The leather choker had been ripped off and laid on the ground and her make-up was smeared, lipstick smeared from the effects of work with her mouth. Her neck was covered in bite marks, both the sucking and actual biting kind.

Aerynn stood with her arms crossed and tried to unsee what she had seen. She knew this woman's body from the video she had risked her job to steal. She knew the jeans she had been wearing hide a large backside. She knew she had a tattoo on her inner thigh. She could see this woman on all fours as clear as day. She could see her atop Brody.

Aerynn: “Cassandra. Wake up.”

She didn't whistle, or kick the bed. Cassandra opened her eyes and stretched with a happy purr. She looked up and saw Aerynn and covered her chest with her arms.

Cassandra: “....Where is Brody? Is he making Breakfast?”

Aerynn: “....No. He's no'. He's no' here.”

Cassandra: “....Is he coming back? He told me he canceled his flight.”

Aerynn could hear the catch in her voice and had to swallow down a lump in her throat.

Aerynn: “....I think ye know tha answer tae tha'.”

Cassandra.: “....Your not mentally slow are you.....”

Aerynn: “....'Course not!”

Cassandra: “He told me.....”

Aerynn: “Tha' ye were special.”

Cassandra: “...That he loved me. Love at first sight. I told him.....I'd never.....”

As Aerynn put this together her eyes widened and she mouthed, “Tha' son o' a bitch” and sank down on the bed next to her. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small CD and held it out.

Aerynn: “....Get dressed. I'll take ye home. Take this an' destroy it.”

Cassandra: “...what is it?”

Aerynn: “....Ye know wha' it is.”

Cassandra's eyes narrowed and then she brought her hand to her mouth and her eyes widened. Then, she began to cry. Aerynn placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and stared down at the floor. She made the decision then and there.

Broderick Montgomery would pay for this. The club sluts. The party whores. They were one thing. To trick a woman into giving you their purity? No, he would pay for this. As woman, she couldn't let this stand.

Saturday
02/01/14
1:15 PM
Las Vegas

The home of Broderick Montgomery is empty when the door opens and Brody walks inside. He has scratches on his neck, and clear bite marks on the other side, as well as a smirk on his lips. As he closes the door his back is seen in that black tank top and the scratches on his back are evident. Brody walks to the kitchen and pulls the fridge open and pulls out a bottle of beer. The beer was opened and lifted to his lips and he took a long drink.

Once the drink was done he tossed the cap onto the counter and looked around the room. All of the girls clothes were gone, but the damage was still shown. The broken dishes on the floor where he'd placed her up on a counter. And it was with that twisted smile on his lips he turned and found the camera.

Brody: “Five days. I've waited five days and The Silent Destroyer and sure lived up to his name. That's what I have heard silence. Though, I have to admit, the lack of a response has given me the time to pursue over interests. It gave me the opportunity to look into the more carnal desires I have inside and boy oh boy, did I enjoy that.”

Brody licked his lips and looked over to the couch where the whole night had started. He could see her now. He brushed the pink hair aside and gently kissed her. She'd told him she'd never been with another man, and he told her he loved her. That this was forever. Love at first sight. And he relished that lie, it was told by the smirk on his lips.

Brody: “She was, delicious in every sense of the word, and Sentinel I have to thank you for that. It was the thoughts of what I am going to do to your beautiful Talon that made me want to go to that club. It was thoughts of beautiful Talon's mouth and throat that made me depth into places untouched by another man.

It was the thoughts of what I intend to do to beautiful Talon that gave me the desire to do what I did. And every time Talon screamed.....”

Brody smirked a bit and held out his hands as if saying “My bad”.

Brody: “....Cassandra, screamed I couldn't help but think about all the things I intend to do to your sweet little red headed goddess.”

Brody's smirk never wavered. Truth be told, he knew that he was treading a fine line, and this Talon woman wasn't really his type. Would he sleep with her? Of course, if only to piss off Sentinel, but he didn't want her. She looked to....plastic.

Once the joke was offered he offered little more then a faint little shrug but his eyes seemed to sparkle. There was just something about having a night like he did that always seemed to cheer him up. Then again, it would have cheered up anyone.

Brody: “In all seriousness Sentinel, I am left to wonder....where are you? Where is your big mouthed partner? Where are the jabs and snarled words? Where are the threats and promise of bodily harm? I confess myself....disappointed big man.

I thought after my last video I would have merited something. Anything really. All I can think is that your so busy preparing.....but busy how? There is no video to watch. There is no previous matches to obsess over.

I would ask you if the cat has your tongue. I would make another reference to Talon having your tongue, but I think there's been enough of those.”

Brody lifted the bottle once more and toasted to nothing but air between the two men and offered a little smirk then took another drink. Once the bottle was lowered again he canted his head as if in thought.

Brody: “Though, I do understand your trepidation. I mean it's not every day that you have to come face to face with someone who makes the world see how inferior you are on every level. As a wrestler....”

Brody lifted a single finger.

Brody: “Check.

As a business man.”

Brody looks around at the house he is surrounded by then lifts a second finger.

Brody: “Check.

As a human being.”

Brody offered again one of his trademark smirks and held up a third finger.

Brody: “Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Check.

As a lover.”

Brody looked back at the wreck that was his bedroom and would actually feel the vice like grip again and actually shuttered, then lifted a forth finger.

Brody: “Jeszika and Miss Cassandra can vouch for that. Check.”

Brody held up four fingers for the camera to see, almost mockingly.

Brody: “So with all of that in mind I can understand your lack of a response, but remember something Sentinel. No matter if your silent or screaming, you and I have a date on Mayhem and no matter how hard you try you won't be able to get out of it. It's you and me and a date with the World title.

It's about time someone sent you home the same way you send Talon home. Disappointed. Depressed. Unsatisfied. Frustrated and filled with what if's about other men. You know the difference though Sentinel?

When it's all said and done, you won't be able to do anything about those demons that will plague you. All Talon has to do is pick up the one and she can find a man who will stop every one of those things and leave her unable to walk.”

Brody suddenly brought his hands to his mouth in shock.

Brody: “...I said I would stop talking about Talon didn't I? Yea, guess we both lie when it comes to Talon don't we? Me, that I would stop...and you that she doesn't dream about men like me.”

Brody waved the camera away and then walked to the couch with the beer in his hand. There was no more nostalgia when he sat down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV but the screen said “No CD in Tray” Brody leaned forward and looked down at the empty tray that opened. The CD of him and Cassandra should be here.

Brody: “....How interesting.”

Brody said in a whisper and leaned back with his hands behind his head and his eyes on the ceiling. There was only one person who could have taken that disk. One person who knew about that disk.

Brody: “How. Very. Interesting.”