Page 4 of Resist
Phoenix’s idea of bringing me ‘something to wear’ was a skin-tight catsuit. It’s black pleather, with a red V-shaped chevron stripe over my tits, another stemming from my belly button, and a stripe on my biceps and each calf.
It has a deep, plunging V-neckline. Real deep.
And by deep, I mean it goes aaaaaaaall the way down to my navel, with a decorative ‘chain’ across my titties barely holding the damn thing closed.
I look like a curvy fucking superhero stripper.
Not that there’s anything wrong with superhero strippers, but when I woke up this morning I didn’t think I’d be here, with a zipper chafing my labia.
Yeah. A fucking zipper. Mashed together metal teeth brushing against my lady lips.
So much for trying to ignore the zipper between my thighs.
It’s no coincidence Phoenix has given me an outfit with a crotch zipper to wear when she was just talking about my vag being sealed shut.
Bitch. She doesn’t do subtle.
I don’t care what happens tonight, or how much she talks to my crotch, it’s staying shut.
Speaking of Foxy, she’s performing downstairs in the Club Protocol dungeon.
Is it really a performance? Should I call it that? I think so, right?
I’ve seen her with her floggers, the combination of movement and timing with the skill of inflicting pleasure and pain on someone while keeping the whips to safe parts of the human body, yeah, it’s definitely a performance.
Thor makes his way behind the bar next to two bartenders I don’t recognize. If I don’t move, maybe he won’t notice me, or make it a thing.
“Cora?”
Damn that was fast. I take it back. On second thought...
I spin my stool toward him and give him a warm smile. “Hey Thor. Long time.” I raise my half-empty glass at him.
His jaw drops. “That’s it? Disappear off the face of the earth for a million years, and all I get is a ‘long time’?”
He hops over the bar, landing a few feet away from me and drawing the attention of nearby kinksters.
“A million years?” I place my drink on the bar. “A little dramatic, no?” I stand, knowing he’s going to want a hug. And actually, I hope he does because I kind of do, too.
He scrunches up his face. “You’ve been gone so long I’ve landed myself with a fiancée and a twelve year old son.”His words filter into my ears but it takes a long beat for me to realize what he’s actually said.
“Wait, what?” I blink at him slowly at first but my eyelids flutter like they’re processing this news as well. I can’t say I ever had Thor pinned as the fatherly type, or the relationship type either, now that I think about it. He was always the ladies’ man, enjoying dipping his quill in many... many ink pots, and never being tied down. Not figuratively at least.
Before I can say another word he has pulled me into a giant hug, his warm arms bracing me against his giant chest. “I heard about your dad.” He squeezes tighter as my throat burns and eyes well. Grief’s an overwhelming bastard. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Cora.”
I hold onto him for longer than is probably considered okay. He has a fiancée, and if she’s here I don’t want to give her the wrong idea, but at the same time, there’s something healing about having him squishing the shit out of me. There’s comfort in his strong arms.
“Thanks.” I sniff and take a step back. “Sounds like we need to schedule a catch-up soon.”
He nods. “You should come in some day when it’s quiet. We’ve all missed you around here. You could maybe meet Adi.” The blush creeping into his cheeks tells me that’s his fiancée. Well, well, Thor’s all loved up. It’s kind of cute, adorable even.
“I’d like that.”
“You heading downstairs?” He glances at the red band on my wrist indicating I’m not in the market for a playmate, and his eyebrows jerk upward. “Did the gossip train forget to mention something about you as well?”
By gossip train, he means my bestie, who didn’t tell me Thor was a dad, or in a long-term relationship either.
I roll my lips. “She didn’t. I just don’t feel very peopley right now. I’m here under duress.”