Things picked up and I found myself multi-tasking my ass off for the next few hours. Before I realized what was happening, Chad was pulling up a stool right in front of me. Are you freaking kidding me?? Oh, this was bad because he was looking way too good that night. Mama needed some of that sugar.
“Hey, Kar,” he said as he assessed me salaciously.
“Chad.” I shamelessly did the same.
I hadn’t seen him in months and unfortunately for me, he was still one incredibly sexy halfling. He could almost pass for a human because only pure bred demons could shift, but his eyes will always give him away. They are usually a beautiful light shade of blue, but in the heat of the moment, they turn pitch black. You’d think the contrast would be a little spooky, but it’s actually pretty exciting. I always knew something really good was coming when his eyes changed color like that. At times, I could swear he was getting bigger inside of me...like, much bigger. It was as if the animal inside of him was desperately trying to break free.
“How’ve you been?” he asked.
Oh, I don’t know…unrelentingly horny? Nope, I couldn’t say that. “Fine,” I lied.
I inhaled his signature scent and instantly began salivating. I was like one of Pavlov’s dogs; my body had known countless hours of pleasure in his presence and it expected it, even after a year’s absence. I think a moan may have escaped my lips while I was brazenly coveting his body.
“Fine, huh?” he asked. His eyes started darkening, revealing his demon half.
I once asked him if he was bothered by not being able to shift. He actually thought he was better off that way because he retained the stamina and sexual prowess that his breed was known for, yet he didn’t have to worry about scaring anyone off in bed. I once heard that it was difficult for a pure bred to maintain their human appearance during really great sex. It had something to do with their inner beast taking control during heightened emotions. Supposedly, his demon form would be pretty terrifying.
It pains me to admit this, but he was totally right about being better off. He definitely had one aesthetically pleasing human form. Southern California born and raised, he was a badass surfer boy to the core. One mischievous grin was all it took to convince even the most timid girls to jump on his board and brave the gnarliest waves. Think of Paul Walker from Into The Blue. I swear they could practically be twins.
Christ, I needed to get laid. My brain was having extreme difficulty winning an argument against my burning loins. Did I really just say burning loins? Yep, it’s settled. Definitely needed some hot, sweaty monkey sex. The sooner, the better. I wondered what he was doing later…
Then I remembered I hated this guy! This is the jerk that broke my heart into a thousand pieces! Seriously, what was wrong with me? Where was my hot vampire? I could really have used a distraction at that moment. I scanned the room. Damn, he was gone! When did that happen? Okay, breathe Karli, I told myself. You can do this. Settle down girl.
“What’s your pleasure Chad?” I asked impatiently. Fuck, bad choice of words! Why did I have a feeling I was going to regret this?
He flashed his stupid, perfect grin on his stupid, perfect face and studied me for two seconds too long. Then he grabbed my hand and starting stroking the skin between my thumb and forefinger. WTF?
“Oh Karli, Karli, Karli.” Ah, he could practically patent that slow, seductive tone of his. “You know me too well to ask that question. I’m sure you remember in vivid detail what my pleasure is, and how much I like to…give pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure. If you need a refresher, I’d be more than happy to accommodate you. You are looking mighty fuckable, as always.”
God help me, but in my state at the time, I actually considered it. Hell, let’s be honest. I was considering it the second he sat down in front of me. If nothing else, Chad was spectacular in bed, and he clearly had no qualms with casual encounters. I had a quick flash back to one of our more memorable bouts of marathon sex. I felt myself blushing at the memory of him looking up at me from between my thighs after he had just given me yet another orgasm. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about it. I almost talked myself into it until Leslie, one of our waitresses, walked by. Romeo here actually leaned over to pinch her ass right in front of me! Even worse, she winked at him! Really?? Is this really happening right now?
“Hey baby,” she purred. My eyes were shooting darts at her but the bitch was completely ignoring me. “I’m off in five minutes. If you want to wait for me, I’ll make it worth your time.” Chad gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement before she sauntered off to deliver her drinks.
Okay…well, that was the wakeup call I needed. Thank the Lord! Revolted, I pulled my hand away from him and snapped, “I was talking about a drink, Chad. Do you want a drink, or did you just stop by to annoy the hell out of me?”
He thought about it for a moment and gave me a sly grin. “Go ahead and give me a Royal Fuck.”
Grrrr, I am so not playing this game, I thought. “Sorry, we’re all out of Sour Apple. I guess you’ll need to get your drink on elsewhere.”
As I turned to walk away he grabbed my wrist and said, “That’s okay, lover. I suddenly have a taste for a Buttery Nipple…maybe two.”
Oh fuck, here comes another flashback. This time he was licking whipped cream and butterscotch sauce off the underside of my breast. He was working his way up to the maraschino cherry that he had placed on my…well, I’m sure you can figure it out. Crap, did he just lick his lips? Or was that me? Okay, breathe, Karli. Make the damn drink and get him out of here. Where the fuck is the Bailey’s??? Thirty nerve-wracking seconds later, I slammed the glass down in front of him and pointed to the We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone sign.
“Drink your shot, asshole, and get the hell out of here. I’m done putting up with you.”
He leaned forward and started stroking my hand again. I tried pulling away but he held on tighter. “Touchy, touchy, Kar. Or from what I hear, no one has been touching you at all lately. That’s the problem, isn’t it? You need a man, don’t you?”
Oh my God, I was so livid that I couldn’t even form words! Most likely because he was right and I couldn’t compose myself enough to deny it. Damn him!
When I didn’t respond, he grinned triumphantly. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he insisted. “You know, you could really use a release, Kar. You’re too uptight. You never used to be this…tense. I’m concerned about you, my little damsel in distress. I could help you relax. Unwind. You’d feel like a whole new woman if you’d let me climb your tower.” His irises turned completely black as he added, “You know I’m good for it.”
I felt all the blood rush to my face as I seethed with anger. Did he seriously just call me his damsel in distress? Did he really just infer that he was my knight in shining armor? How dare he? If looks could kill, he’d totally be six feet under right now!
He finally picked up on my mood and shrugged. “If you’re not interested, that’s cool. No skin off my dick. I just thought it might be nice to knock one out for old time’s sake. You don’t need to get all pissy about it. That just proves my point even further.” He drank his shot, threw a fifty on the bar, and walked away as he added, “Whatever.”
Oh hell no, he was not getting the last word! Especially not after something so flippant!
“I don’t want your tip, asshole!” I screamed from across the bar. Holy shit, my voice was finally working! Yay me! “Save it for your whores!” I shouted. I began waving the bill around like a madwoman. “Do you hear me, douche bag? Get back here and take this! I don’t want your fucking money!!”
Erica ran up to the bar and grabbed the money out of my hand. “What the hell are you doing, Karli? Jesus Christ, are you trying to get yourself fired? Don’t let him get to you like that. He’s not worth it, he never was. Now go take a few minutes in the ladies room to collect yourself. I’ll get Amanda to cover up here.”
I instantly flushed when I looked up and saw all eyes on me. “But---”
“Go,” she demanded as she pushed me out from behind the bar. “I’m saving your ass here, so shut up and listen to me. NOW.”
“Okay, I’m going. I’m going. Geez.” The last thing I saw before disappearing into the ladies room was Chad’s heated gaze on me, while he was sucking face with Leslie in the corner. Ugh! What a pig!
I felt much better when I came out of the bathroom ten minutes later and Chad was nowhere to be found. Before I knew it, our hostess, Roxy, was pulling down the gate that borders the casino floor. “Great night once again, ladies,” I said as I divvied up their tips. “Hey listen, I’m sorry about my little meltdown earlier. Thank you for pretending it never happened. Speaking of…has anyone even seen Leslie since she and Chad were making out in the corner?”
“From the noises I heard coming out of the men’s room, they were doing way more than making out,” Amanda snickered.
“Okay…eeeww!” I made a sour face. “I guess that answers my question. A little too much, thanks. I suppose I’ll just stash her tips in the vault then. Why don’t you guys get out of here? I’ll hang out until Hank and Miguel are done with the dishes.”
Everyone started leaving quietly but Erica held back until we were the only ones left in the room. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” she asked. “I know it must have been hard seeing him.”
“I’m positive,” I replied. “I’m just going to get a jump start on some prep for tomorrow. I wasn’t even thinking about Chad.” Okay, not totally true. “When the guys are done, we’ll leave together.”
She gave me a pitiful look. “Do you want me to stay with you and help?”
“Thank you, sweetie, but no. I can see your stud from table eight waiting over by the slots. Go jump his bones. Maybe you can add just a little extra oomph for me so I can live vicariously through you tomorrow?” I asked with a wink.
She smiled. “I can do better than that; I’ll set up the video cam! I know he’s just a human, but I plan on riding him like a bull!” With a little skip, she closed the slotted gate from the other side and shouted, “Yee haw!!”
I watched them as I filled the garnish bins. She squealed as he whirled her around in his arms. It was very sweet; it kind of reminded me of a human interest story that you’d see on the news when the troops returned home from war. Until they kicked it up a few notches and flipped the channel straight to late night Cinemax. Holy hell, is she actually reaching down his pants in the middle of the casino? Oh man, I hope they at least make it to his car! Embarrassed to be witnessing something so private, I suddenly felt the need to divert my eyes. Lemons! I need some lemons!
I dropped the register cash into the mini vault under the bar and headed towards the back. I opened the fridge door and stopped dead in my tracks. At first, I couldn’t figure out what I was seeing. There seemed to be a big sack of garbage in the middle of the floor, with some putrid substance spilling out of it. What dumbass would put garbage in the middle of a walk-in fridge? Oh, there were so many health code violations going on here it wasn’t even funny! I looked down and saw the nasty shit sticking to the bottom of my shoes. Dammit, I just got these! Somebody was going to pay for this!
I grabbed some gloves and tried picking up the bag. It was too heavy to lift, so I tried dragging it but couldn’t get a grip because of all the damn goo! I was just about to call one of the guys over to help me when something shiny caught my eye. I looked down and saw a silver name tag on the floor reflecting off the overhead lights. I bent over to pick it up and that’s when it all started making sense.
Now at eye level with the lumpy black plastic, I could see what was really sticking out of the bag. It was hair; bleached blonde hair that was now tinted a horrific shade of reddish-orange. I reached out tentatively, pulled the bag down, and confirmed my morbid suspicions. The stained hair was attached to a face, mauled beyond recognition. I glanced at the nametag still clutched in my hand. It belonged to Leslie. Oh my God, that was supposed to be Leslie? Suddenly, I heard a deafening scream. I guess it was coming from me because in the blink of an eye, Miguel was standing by my side looking at all the gore. “Call 911, Miguel!” I yelled. “Call 911!”
“Que?” he replied. Shit, I had forgotten that he didn’t speak English. What’s the Spanish word for nine, again? Luckily I didn’t have to remember because Hank came running too and said, “Oh shit. I think we better call the cops on this one. What do you think did that do her? Human or non-human?”
“Non-human!” I screamed. “Look at her! Her head is barely hanging onto her body and she has a gaping hole in her chest! Do you think a fucking human being would have the brute strength to do that?”
“Um, I guess not,” he replied dopily as he dialed his cell phone. “Hello, 911? Yeah, I need someone from the Las Vegas P.D. please. We got a really dead lady over here in the fridge at Pixie Dust! I’m pretty sure she was killed by something…other. Yep, that’s the one. On the Strip, casino level. Alrighty, see you then. Thanks!”
Oh Jesus, I’m sitting here with a mutilated body accompanied by Dumb and Dumber. Kill me now please. I walked out into the main room and sank down against the gate. My brain was on a constant loop, showing me awful images of Leslie’s bloody corpse over and over again. And her eyes. Oh God, I will never forget those soulless, empty eyes. Poor, poor Leslie. I really didn’t like her much, but I sure as hell wouldn’t have wished this on her. I wouldn’t have wished this on my worst enemy.