by Z. Stefani
“I can’t believe you passed up sex with one of the hottest and most successful men in the country.” Kiki shook her head.
“I’m not giving up my virginity to anyone to save this building. I can still get what I want without having sex with him.”
“He is so sexy. If I had the chance to get rid of my virginity with one of the Blake brothers, I would do it in a heartbeat,” Kiki purred.
“You would do what in a heartbeat?” Lolo asked as she walked into the room. Her rainbow colored hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Give up my virginity to Vaughn Blake,” Kiki answered.
“Who wouldn’t? Vaughn is super sexy. He’s like the, I can’t even believe they even make them that sexy, kind of sexy.” Lolo grinned.
“Lux wouldn’t. Dean asked her to have sex with him in exchange for the building,” Pixie informed her, and Lux rolled her eyes.
“Dean Blake?” Lolo gasped as she turned to Lux.
“Yes,” Lux nodded as she shifted in her chair.
“Our building?”
“Yes,” Pixie answered.
“The same Dean Blake who has a million dollar plan for this area?” Lolo asked as she tossed down the magazine.
Pixie picked it up and scanned the headline. “Damn, he really does.”
“And he’s willing to give that all up for sex?” Lolo asked in amazement.
“That’s what he told her,” Pixie answered.
“And you really told him no?” Lolo asked although she already knew the answer.
“Yes,” Lux answered.
“You don’t like him at all? Not even a little bit?” Lolo asked.
“Liking someone and having sex with someone are two completely different things,” Lux explained.
“So you do like him?” Kiki gasped.
“I don’t have to explain myself to any of you,” Lux said defensively as she got up.
“Don’t be mad Lux, we love you,” Pixie said.
“Lux, come back,” Kiki said as Lux headed out of the room.
Pixie waited until Lux left the room before she turned to them and whispered, “She does like him.”
“How do you know?” Graves, always the voice of reason, asked.
“She told me herself Gloomy Graves,” Pixie informed her, calling Graves one of the many variations she used for her name.
“I knew it! I could so tell,” Kiki smiled.
“Don’t even think about it.” Graves wagged her finger at them. “Let Lux handle this; she would not appreciate your interference.”
“You’ve been Lux’s best friend for your entire life,” Pixie said.
“Yeah, so.” Graves shrugged.
“In all that time, has she ever liked a boy? Have you ever seen her even have a crush?”
“No,” Graves answered.
“Then you will understand why there is no way in hell we are staying out of this.” Pixie grinned.
***
All classes at the music hall were let out early for the concert. The music group The Revolting, Rotting Dead were debuting a few songs from their new album. All the members of the group had been taught at The Music Hall. They were gifted teenagers who spent their time making music instead of getting into trouble. Lux and her family were proud of their students and wanted to reward them.
Lux had rushed around all day to make sure that everything was perfect for the event. She had the whole lounge decorated in the band’s colors: lime green and black. She’d even had Lolo design and paint an amazing banner for them.
In the end, she was greatly rewarded by their performance that evening. The band members had played their hearts out and were brimming with joy by the response from the crowd. There was a short intermission after they left the stage. Lux took a deep breath because her band was playing next. She didn’t care for performing live, but she did it for her sister. Pixie lived and breathed for her band. She watched Pixie and the others step on stage, so she finished her glass of wine and followed suit.
***
Dean walked from his car over to the front doors of the lounge. His men had told him that there was some kind of party going on. He wanted to see firsthand what Lux was up to now. It was obvious that there was some kind of festivity going on; the music was loud enough to be heard from the street.
Dean walked into the lounge and was instantly drawn to the stage. Pixie was standing in front singing, her long neon orange and snowy white braids were hard to miss. He looked to the right to see the large neon orange piano and Lux sitting behind it. She was in a zone, oblivious to the crowd as she played. He was transfixed by the look on her face. Her passion for her craft was glowing brighter than the neon stage lights. He saw the desire on her face and was suddenly jealous of the piano. He wished she felt that passionately about him. He stood in the shadows watching her until the end of the song.
Lux was deep into the song, pouring her heart out through her fingers. She knew the beat… she’d written it. She could manipulate the keys as well as she could manipulate her own breath. She was lost in the chorus when she felt it: that all too familiar heat was penetrating her from afar. She’d been playing for the crowd for an hour without noticing them but suddenly she was overwhelmed by a presence.
It was Dean of course.
Even unannounced and standing silently in the shadows across the room, she knew it was Dean. She knew it was him before she lifted her head to look out. Her eyes locked on a dark shadow towards the back. She gasped and did something she’d never done, she pressed the wrong key. Everyone on stage turned to look at her for a moment, but her eyes were locked on the shadow now leaving the room.
She finished the last of the song then hurriedly left the stage. Her heart raced in her chest as she all but ran to the front door and walked outside. She felt her heart flutter and her knees wiggle when she saw him. He stood with his back to her, but she knew that large frame and dark hair anywhere.
“Hey!” she yelled to get his attention.
He took his time as he turned to face her. She stared at him for a moment before she finished.
“Damn he’s still as handsome as before,” she thought, wishing he’d suddenly become less attractive.
“What are you doing here? I told you to stay off my property,” she shot at him.
“It’s not your property. Technically you’re holding an illegal concert on my property.”
“Let me guess, you came here to try to shut it down?” she raised her chin defiantly.
“Not anymore.”
She narrowed her eyes as his words seeped in. She wasn’t expecting that response; she was expecting something more combative or more perverse.
“What changed your mind?” she asked skeptically, as if waiting for him to crack that smug smile.
“Watching you perform,” he said as he closed the gap between them.
She stood her ground despite his overwhelming presence as he drew near. She wasn’t expecting that response either. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Every conversation they’d had was combative at best, so this change of pace was making her uneasy.
“You enjoyed it?”
“You were amazing… I like your band.”
“I’m not my band; it’s their band. I just write songs from time to time, and I play piano. Why are you really here? I know it’s not to watch us perform.”
“They’re coming to chain up the lounge tomorrow,” he almost regretted telling her.
“No.” She shook her head as his calming effect had suddenly reversed direction.
“It’s already scheduled. I came here to let you know in person.”
“I’ll cut off every chain you put up; I have a chainsaw in the supply room.”
“And my men will just replace them.”
“You’re like the very definition of the word wrecker. You just wrecked my evening; you’re still trying to wreck my house and my business.”
“You can stop all of this; you know what I really want.”
“I can’t do that,” she answered.
“Then I will see you soon,” he bowed in a courteous fashion before he turned around and walked back over to his vehicle. She watched him disappear before she walked back into the lounge.
“Was that Dean?” Pixie asked. Her voice was a little hoarse from singing.
“Yes.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, everything’s fine. I’m going to get some rest.” She headed towards the stairs.
“Okay.” Pixie nodded.
Chains
Lux woke the next morning to the sound of her sister yelling her name.
Pixie rushed into Lux’s room with a look of panic on her face. “Lux, get up! There are chains on the doors!”
“What?” she asked as she abruptly sat up, her dark hair a tousled mess and her eyes rimmed in red.
“They chained the Lounge doors up, all of them. No one can get into there.”
Lux jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and freshen up. When she walked back into her bedroom, she went to her dresser and grabbed her short, pale grey dress.
“This is so bad Lux,” Pixie whined.
“It will be fine,” Lux tried to reassure her as she put on her dress.
“How? It’s totally locked up; the chains are thick.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” she said as she slid her feet into her red ballet slippers before rushing to the door.
“How?”
“I don’t know yet, but I will,” she answered as she headed out of her bedroom.
“Kiki tried to pick the lock, but it didn’t work,” Pixie cried as she followed her sister downstairs.
“Where’s mom?” Lux asked, but she could suddenly hear her mother crying.
“She’s at the connecting door.”
Lux walked down the decorated hallway to see her mother, Kiki, Graves, and Lolo standing at the door that connected to the Lounge.
“Every door is chained,” Kiki cried; her thick, black eye makeup had trailed down her face.
“We can’t get in. You have to fix this Lux, please. I need your help,” Pax cried.
“Stay here,” Lux said as she stormed towards the storage closet. She opened the door and immediately grabbed the chainsaw before walking back over to her family.
“Stand back,” she instructed before she started the chainsaw. Once everyone was out of the way, she cut the chain off the doors. She had just turned off the chainsaw and opened the doors when she saw Dean’s men headed towards her.
“They’re just going to put another chain on the door,” Kiki said.
It was Floyd who came to stand before them, with his head bowed, “Sorry about this Kiki.”
“You can’t do this,” Pax cried as she watched him put the new chain on. She turned to Lux, “You have to do something; you have to stop him!”
Lux looked at the scene playing out before her eyes. She watched the tears rolling down her mother’s face as she pleaded for help. She looked over to see the worry on the faces of her sisters and her friends. Finally, she looked at the demolition notice attached to the door with red tape. At the very bottom of that paper was Dean Blake’s signature.
“I’ll be back,” Lux said as she handed Pixie the chainsaw and then ripped the demolition notice from the door. She grabbed the heavy chain and then rushed out of the building. She couldn’t stand to see her mother cry and her family so worried.
She raced to her car and promptly headed towards Dean’s office. Her anger and frustration had escalated by the time she arrived. She rushed past the receptionist who only smiled in return. She headed down the hall to his office and continued past his secretary.
“Hi Amelia,” she said.
“Hi Lux,” she purred with a smile.
“I need to see Mr. Blake,” she said, trying to be careful not to drop the heavy chain as she tried to open his office door.
“He’s not in his office,” his secretary said.
“Where is he?”
“In the boardroom,” she answered with a smile.
“Thank you,” she nodded then turned away. She headed straight towards the boardroom, despite Dean’s last warning about interrupting him.
Lux held the chain tightly as she opened the doors and stepped inside the room. She saw the same group of expensively dressed men with the same sour looks on their faces. Only this time, the men didn’t seem as surprised to see her.
She looked at the head of the table to see Dean. He was not the least bit shocked to see her either; in fact, he looked as if he had been expecting her, as if he’d been prepared for this. Instead of the angry look she’d expected from him, he was actually smirking. She dropped the heavy chains on the floor and glared at him.
“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse us,” Dean demanded in an authoritative tone.
Lux watched in surprise as the men got up and quickly left the room. She hadn’t expected that; nor had she expected Dean to get up and lock the door behind the last man out. She held her breath as he walked over to stand before her.
“And here I thought you’d heed my warning,” he said with a cocky grin as he stepped closer.
She took a step back and held the demolition notice up, attempting to ward him off.
He paused momentarily. “I see you got the notice.”
“If you come anywhere near that building, I will send everything that I have on you to the press,” she threatened.
“But that won’t bring your building back.” He snatched the paper and stepped closer to her. She tried to push against his chest to keep him at bay, but he grabbed her hand.
“Let go,” she tried to pull away.
“No,” he stepped closer as he increased the pressure on her hand. “I’m beginning to think that you like this game.”
“You’ve let your hubris pollute your brain again.”
“What else am I supposed to think Lux? I told you what I would do if you barged into my boardroom again. You knew, but you still came. You even wore a skirt for easy access; you must want to feel my hand across your ass.” He pulled her closer, holding her arm behind her back as he slid the side of her skirt up her hip. “Who am I to deny such a subliminal request?”
“That’s’ not why I’m here,” she protested although she did not attempt to pull away.
“No?”
“No, I want you to call off your crew; I need that lounge open.”
“We can discuss that after I’m done,” he said before he picked her up and carried her over to his chair. He quickly sat down and pulled her over his lap.
“What the hell are you doing?” she gasped as she tried to raise her upper body, but he put his large hand on her back and held her down.
“Delivering my promise.” He held her tightly, refusing to let her move.
“You’re really going to spank me?” she gasped, not sure whether to laugh or scream.
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy? You can’t spank me!” she yelled as she struggled to get lose.
“What are you going to do, stop me? You could have stopped this before it started, you could have stayed home. You knew what would happen if you came here. I told you that the next time you interrupted my meeting, that I would beat your ass. Either you came here because you want me to spank you or you thought I was bluffing. Regardless, I’m going to teach you that I never bluff.”
Smack! He brought his hand down on her ass.
Lux froze as if she had been magically turned to stone. It was an eruption in her ass, a sweet, driving sensation, spiraling through her lower body and vibrating through her pussy. Her clit was on fire and her ass was stinging. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was paralyzed with the intense need that slap had brought her.
“You have to be kidding me. Really? From a spanking?”
She squealed as her brain began to snap back to reality. She tried to grab the floor or anything for leverage. When that didn’t work, she st
arted to kick her legs, but was rewarded with another smack.
“Stop kicking” he said calmly. When she continued, he slapped her again. “Stop or I’ll make it hurt.”
“You can’t honestly expect me to stop fighting,” she snapped as she tried to pull away.
