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Subjects & 5 Subjects-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
WARNING: violence, bloodplay and
death- Cordelia/Spike, Anton/Spike, Cordelia/Mia/Anton, Cordelia/Mia/Anton/Spike
NOTE : We've landed in Monte
Carlo now. And some fun is gonna start. ENTER TWO NEW CHARACTERS Mia & Anton
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ROYALTIES : 4 SUBJECTS
"I'm
fine," I tell him. "John took care of Felipe, before he did anything
other than annoy me. I guess he ... and Anne," I notice her standing over
by the wall, "were in the right place at the right time."
"Okay..."
I say. "John- in the corner, there's a young... he's unconscious. See to
it that he gets secured in our suite, will you?"
"Of
course, Master," I nod. "But..." I look down at the pathetic
excuse for a vampire under my shoe. "What about him?" I ask, nodding
down at him.
Damn it.
He obviously was out of line if John had to step in and Cordelia was afraid...
but- "Let him go," I growl.
John
nods and wanders off toward the corner. And I don't care about Felipe, Spike
won't let him near me again. "So who are you kidnapping and why?" I
ask.
"Let's
go," I say, quickly grabbing her by the arm and heading toward the door.
I
wait until we're outside, before pulling my arm away. "I want to know who
he is," I say again.
Shit. I look
around and really don't *see* anyone... but it doesn't mean they're not
there... so... "Dinner."
I can
tell when he's either lying or not telling me all the truth. He won't look at
me. And he's not looking at me now, as we walk toward the street. "Don't
lie to me, Spike. If you don't want to tell me, I'd rather you just said
*that*."
I turn
and look at her, begging her to drop it, "*Not* *here*," I say. I
can't risk someone overhearing until I'm ready to give it up.
"Let's
get to the casino. Ever play blackjack?"
I
shake my head. And fine, if he doesn't want to tell me, he doesn't *have* to.
I'm not mad.
*Disappointed*,
maybe, but not mad.
We
walk in silence, his hand on the small of my back. The streets get busier as we
get closer to the center of the city, and I'm grateful for the distraction. I
watch the people, they all seem so happy. And I'm... kind of happy. I'm trying
not to dwell on the fact that Spike won't tell me something that I can already
guess is important -- emphasis on trying.
Finally,
we reach a casino - one of many I assume. It's a huge building, lots of lights
outside, and it's *really* crowded. Spike slips his arm around my waist and
rests his hand on my hip as we walk up to the place.
We walk
inside and I know that I have to go upstairs to their business office to verify
my identity- what a laugh!
And I
know she's mad, trying not to be- but she is. And I know that. I also know I'm
going to tell her, it just... has to be private.
I notice an
elevator open. Perfect. I pull her into the elevator and growl as another
couple tries to get in with us. The doors shut and she's still trying not to
act angry. Once the elevator gets going, I press the 'stop' button.
"He's...
technically... he's an ex-boyfriend, of sorts."
"Really,"
I say, looking over at him finally. "Human, right?" He *did* say the
guy was dinner, and I don't know if he meant *that*, but I'm pretty sure he was
basically telling me the guy was human when he said that.
"Vampire.
I was planning on telling you, Pet. But... demon ears are everywhere and I
don't want it getting out that I have him. I'm sorry..."
And I
should *so* not be apologizing. And I should *so* not be using the word 'so'.
Damn, I'm
hopeless.
"You
don't have to apologize, I get the need to keep things secret," I shrug.
"But like I said, don't lie to me, Spike, just tell me you can't tell
me... or ... maybe we should come up with a signal or something, so *I* know
that you're going to lie and then I'll know that you're doing it for other
people's - or demons' benefits, rather than just to lie to me because you don't
trust me, and would you shut me up please? I hate when I ramble, which I
*never* do, except when these psychotic hormones are in control--"
I silence
her by taking her in my arms and dipping her backward while kissing her, in a
truly 'Gone with the Wind' type moment.
"How's
that for a signal?" I ask with a smile.
"I've
come upon the information that Penn is working with Donovan, the head of a rival
clan. Donovan has it in for me, and our clan, as does Penn. Noah, the vamp we
now have, is his favorite and second in command as well. He's also one of the
reasons Donovan hates me. So he has something *we* want and now *we* have
something *he* wants. I'm gonna suggest a trade."
I push
the button again and the elevator resumes going up. "I just couldn't say
that in the club because I don't want anyone to know yet. I want them to sweat
a little bit. But as for a quick signal... any ideas? Because I'm sure that's
not the first time I'll do something like that."
"Hm..."
I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest. "I don't
know... " It can't be a kiss, or a touch, because he does those things
*way* too often to remember which one is the 'don't get mad, I have to lie'
signal.
"Got
it," I finally decide. "You know how I said don't call me 'Cordy',
because I always thought that was a dumb nickname and it's what Xander called me?
Well, how about you only use that as the signal that what you're saying isn't
completely true. That should work."
"Sounds
like a plan, Luv."
OTHER
ROYALTIES : 5 SUBJECTS
The
elevator opens and we walk down the hall to the receptionist. Five minutes
later, we're on our way down to the tables with our first five hundred grand in
chips.
"So...
what's your pleasure, my lady?" I ask as I try to sneak my hand up her
skirt
I
grab his hand and pull it back up to my hip and hold it there as we walk into
the game-room. "I don't know," I shrug. "Daddy gambled in Vegas
a few times, but I was never old enough to do anything other than sit in the
restaurant and wait for him to lose enough money so that mom would make him
find something else fun to do. "
I don't
know what that has to do with anything. Like I said, it's the hormones.
"So I don't know any of the games... What do you like to play?"
"I
know what I like to play *with*," I whisper as I slip one hand up to her
breast.
I
moan, before I realize we're in public and pull his hand away again.
"Serio--" I gasp when he pinches a nipple through my dress, before
letting me drag his hand back down to my hip again. Shit.
"Seriously," I say, mock-glaring at him. "I don't know *anything*
about these games. But ..." I smile. "I've seen enough movies that I
know I could help you cheat if you wanted to... Speaking of signals."
He
and I walk toward a crowded game table and I slip a hand behind me to grip his
cock through his pants. "Or, I could just be distracting to some of the
other players... and give you an edge over them..."
"Could
work..." I mumble as I place my hand on top of hers and press her palm
into my cock. "Shit, Pet... are you wet for me?"
I
whimper softly and lean against him. "Can't you smell it?" I whisper.
I growl
and say, "Crowded enough table and I could be inside you with *anyone*
knowing..."
Shit.
"Maybe later," I say, pulling away. "First, I want to play a
little... while you play. I'll distract them, not that you'll need that in
order to win," I say with a smile over at him, "but it'll help."
I
pull on the bodice of my dress, until the tops of my breasts are showing. I
turn back and look at him. "So... distracting enough, you think?" I
ask with a grin. "Now... what game do you want to start with?"
I yank
her against me and lick the tops of her beautiful titties. "Poker?" I
grin as I thrust against her quim.
I
moan and arch against him. "Oh... okay," I say, before pulling away
again, breathing a little harder. We walk over to the table and I stop,
whispering, "Go on; I'll be there shortly after you." This will be
more fun if we pretend we don't know each other.
I nod and
walk over, "Hello, Mates," I say and take my place. I anti-up for ten
thousand and get my cards. "So... lovely evening, huh?"
Damn-
tough room. I glance at my cards. Ten of spades. Jack of... spades. Queen of...
spades. Three of diamonds and the ace of spades.
OH MY
GOD!
Oh-
wouldn't that be sweet. Get myself kicked off the table and out of this place
right away for cheating, I'm sure.
We place
more bets as I listen to their heartbeats to see who is lying.
I
watch Spike out of the corner of my eye, as I wander around the other tables, pretending
to be looking for.... well, something to amuse me, basically. After a few
minutes, I decide it's safe to start distracting. Others, not Spike. Hopefully.
I pull the bodice of my dress down further, until the top of it is *just*
covering my nipples, and then arrange the shawl around my shoulders so that it
doesn't *hide* anything, but makes me look a little more classy.
And
then I walk over to the poker table. "Hi there," I say, affecting a
southern accent. I have cousins from Atlanta, and I used to practice imitating
them all the time, so *I* know it sounds pretty damn realistic. "Don't
suppose anyone here speaks English?" I ask, as I walk around the table,
slowly.
"I
do," one of the men across from Spike says and he looks my body up and
down with obvious interest.
"Thank
*God*," I say with a sigh and a smile as I walk over to stand behind him.
"Mind if I watch you all for a while? I won't make a sound, I promise. I'm
just so *bored*... my boyfriend hasn't paid me any attention since he started
gambling. I irritated him, he said." I pout, as I say this.
"He's
an idiot, how could a beautiful lady like you be irritating?" my new
friend asks as he grabs a waitress who walks by. "Get my friend here a
chair so she can sit here with us," he tells her. The woman nods and
follows his directions and soon I'm sitting next to the man.
"I'm
Jack, by the way," he says, holding out his hand.
I
shake it and say, "I'm Jennie, nice to meet you, Jack. I promise all of
you nice gentleman I won't be *any* bother. Y'all just go on and play, I'll
just watch." The game resumes and I look around. The other men are paying
me *quite* a bit more attention then their own cards, including Spike. I hope I
don't distract *him* too much.
Damn- two
more milimeters and we could all see her nipples... That wasn't part of the...
look where his hand is...
Okay-
focus on the cards... cards.
Okay.
"I'll take one," I say and hand the dealer the three. We go around
the table and Jack doesn't even *take* a card.
"So...
what does a girl like you go for?" I ask cruely. Gotta look like I don't
give a care about her, don't I? "I mean... you're not *really* here with
your boyfriend, are you?"
I can
smell *his* arousal at the thought that she's for rent. And yes. I'll
definitely be eating him later.
I
quirk an eyebrow at him, before saying, "How *dare* you insinuate that. My
boyfriend is around here *somewhere*--"
"Now,
now, cherie, you don't even *need* to reply to that disgusting
accusation," the older man next to me says. I think he said his name was
Paul. "We can see you're clearly a lady of class and you are welcome to
stay here and grace us with your presence as long as you wish."
"Yeah,
and you just... just... shut up," Jack says to Spike. I bite my lower lip to
keep from laughing. The poor man, he is *trying* to be chivalrous.
"Hey,"
I put my hands up in surrender. "Hell- maybe I have a girlfriend named
Cordy- what the hell do I care if she has a boyfriend? If the whore wants to
stay around and show off her tits- that's fine."
I throw
another twenty-five thousand into the pool and they all do the same, I think
without consulting their cards.
"Oh,
dear..." I say as I *drop* my shawl on the floor. Completely accidentally
of course. Three of the men nearest me lunge to retrieve it, leaving their
cards on the table. While they're fighting over helping me, Spike checks a few
of their cards. And the others are too busy staring at my breasts to notice
that.
Perfect.
No one
has that king of spades. Oh yeah... I asked for one card. I haven't flipped it
over yet.
I glance
at- YES!
"I
call," I say.
They all
start to mumble and none of them have anything... and I've got my royal flush.
"Thank you, Gentleman," I nod. "And Miss?" I walk over to
her with a few chips. I slide my hand into her dress and place the chips
underneath her breast in her bra. "I'd love some company this
evening," I say as I slip my *other* hand inside her thong, leaving a chip
there as well. "If you're interested, that is."
Jack
jumps up and attacks Spike. I duck out of the way. A brawl, that's *all* we
need. "Jack--" Oh. Well, that was a quick 'brawl.'
Oops...
didn't *mean* to do that... but he'll live. The others sit the hell back down
and I look at her. "Interested?" I ask while licking across her
chest.
I
push him away. "I am *not* that kind of girl," I insist as I turn and
walk away. I'll leave my Jennie-persona behind only when we move on to the next
table. Or maybe not. She's kind of fun.
I mumble to
myself and head for the roulette wheel. I always did love a good game of
chance.
I
walk to a dark corner and retrieve the chips. And then I wander around, looking
for Spike. This place is way too crowded, I hope I don't run into--
I
will *not* think about him! And there's Spike.
I
walk up behind him and hold out the chips. "I believe you dropped these,
Sir." I'm still Jennie, but this table doesn't know what happened at the
other one, so no need to keep pretending he disgusts me.
No, I
think this will be a new game.
I take
one and pull her close to me. She watches me lick it before I slide my hand
under her skirt again.
She moans
softly as I slip the chip slightly inside her, right above her clit. I pull the
fabric of her thong up, so it'll hold it in place. "You've got fifty
thousands dollars in your cunt right now," I whisper and smile, before
turning back to the table.
Shit.
But ...okay, fine. Two can play that game.
I
slide between him and the table, my back to him. "So... how do you play
this game?" I ask as I press back against him, grinding my ass against his
cock. God, he's so hard, I can feel it even through our clothing. And it just
makes me even wetter.
"Well,"
I whimper as I slide my hand around her waist. I push her against the table
with my hips so I can really rub my cock against her, and I *also* place my
hand over her sex, pushing my thumb rythmically against the chip.
"You
pick a number here, and they spin the wheel. If the marble stops on your
number, you win. Watch," I say, as I take a ten thousand dollar chip and
place it on thirteen.
Shiiiiiiiiiit.
"Oh," I gasp and push forward against his hand, as he presses my clit
against the betting chip inside me. "I.... see...," I say, between
breaths.
He growls
softly, and I realize my earlier movement caused me to arch away from his cock.
Before I can move back, he pulls me back, hard, and I bite my lip to keep from
crying out as the pressure of his hand traps my clit against the chip. I can't
help a soft whimper from escaping, though.
This was
pretty damn ingenious of me.
But I
still want her to have fun, so I push the chip further inside her and pull my
hand away.
"Okay-
so... you can also bet on if it's gonna land on red or black, or in the first 18
numbers... see?" I throw another ten thousand dollar chip for a red
number. "Now- if it lands on 13, I win. If it hits a red one, I win.
See?" I ask again before whispering, "I have the nipple clips in my
pocket, want them on tonight?"
GOD.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, and try to get my breathing under control.
And I don't like to be the only one *out* of control, so I slip a hand between
us, and slowly slide it down, under his waistband, to his cock. I grip him
firmly, but otherwise don't move my hand.
"I
... see," I say, watching as the wheel slows... and stops on a black
thirteen. "Must be your lucky night," I add, smiling when he growls
again.
"Must
be, Lia," I whisper. "So- wanna try?" I hold out the chips to
her. "There are two kinds of bets that you can make. You can make an
inside bet, which is right inside the box," I growl as she squeezes me,
"Speaking of inside..." I growl. "And the outside bets are
betting in between the numbers."
I place a
ten thousand dollar chip on the border of 4 and 5. "See? So go to town,
Pet," I say as I thrust my palm against the chip.
"I
like it better... inside," I say, putting a chip on a red ten. I didn't do
it without a reason. That was the date he jumped into my pool: Monday the
tenth. I doubt if he will recognize the significance, but that's okay. He's a
guy.
"Mmmm..."
I moan against her ear. "I like that number too, Pet... perhaps that's the
number of times I'll make you come tonight..."
I start
to rub the chip again, "Or... maybe that's how many of these we'll put
inside you." I quickly slip another inside her, on the other side of her
clit. "That's two... you've got a very expensive cunny."
I
gasp and squeeze his cock hard in retaliation.
"Shiiit,"
I groan... I wonder what she'd do if I shoved one of these inside her.
I
smile, even though we lost that last one. That's okay. We've got five million
dollars, we'll probably lose a *little* of it. Hopefully not too much, though.
I place another chip on a red eighteen. There's a significance to that number
too... but one only known to me.
I
flatten my palm against his cock, and start to rub it, hard, with the palm of
my hand. Wonder which one of us will come, first?
"Now...
what's *that*?" I know why she put it on ten. "What's eighteen to
you?" I ask before thrusting three fingers inside her.
I
bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming. Shit. I will *not* lose it in
the middle of a crowded casino. Concentrate, Cordelia. Breathe slowly. Think of
something very *non*-arousing. God... like... like... Principal Snyder. Or the
Mayor when he turned into that nasty demon that started eating people.
Okay...
that's a little better. At least I'm slightly less likely to have a screaming
orgasm in the next minute or so. Except I really *did* bite my tongue; I can
taste the blood.
It
would be a shame to let it go to waste, so I tilt my head up and pull him down
for a kiss, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth.
Ooo...
that's always fun.
I suck
her tongue into my mouth and withdraw my three fingers. If I know my girl, and
I think I do... I draw on her tongue furiously before squeezing those two chips
together, hard, on her clit.
SHIT!
I whimper into his mouth, and start chanting to myself: 'I *will* not come yet,
I *will* not come yet....' over and over and over. And just in case I don't
*win* that battle, I tighten my hand around his cock, and start working it up
and down, as fast as I can.
Okay. She
wants to play hardball. That's fine.
Vamp speed
allows me to pull my hand away from her and her hand of my trousers and sooner
than she realizes, I've pulled away from her completely.
"So-
place your bet, Luv."
"I
...did," I gasp, nodding to the wheel as it slows.
"Red
eighteen," the roulette spinner announces.
I
smile back at Spike. "And by the way, I'm not telling you yet," I say
in response to his earlier question. He'll have to try harder to drag it out of
me... or just wait to find out.
I
turn back to the table and place another bet, this one completely on the
eeny-meeny-miney-mo principle. A black four.
"Come
on, Luv. Use some of these up." I grab a few more chips and just toss them
onto the table. "It's just money."
"Just
money," I say with a nod. Daddy used to say that... and I'm *not* going to
think about things that are going to ruin my ability to *enjoy* the evening.
"Yeah,"
I say. "I set aside this money *just* for this. So have some fun," I
say, before tossing a couple more onto the board.
I
shrug and hand him the rest of the chips. "You go ahead. I'm getting a
little hungry, so I'll just go over to the bar," I nod over to the bar
across the room, "and order something. I'll find you again when I'm done
eating."
"You
want me to come with?"
I smile
and kiss him quickly. "You don't have to; you're having fun. And if you're
worried about me being out of sight, don't be. I plan on sitting somewhere you
can see me, ok?"
I kiss
her as well and rub my cock against those two chips. "You keep them there
or that'll be the *first* place I sink my fangs into later," I tell her.
I take
her hand and put the clips in her palm. "And slip into the bathroom and
put these on, will you? For me?"
I
raise an eyebrow at him, but before I can say anything, he pouts. And that's
just too adorable and completely irresistable. Jerk. I sigh and nod,
"Fine. Whatever," and walk away. Or start to, and then stop with a
gasp when the chips move a little, in response to my movement. Shit. I tighten
my muscles around them, to hold them in place better, and walk back to the
nearest restroom.
I
find an empty stall and then pull the bodice of my dress down, to clip the
'nipple rings' on. I whimper a little as the pressure sseems to go straight to
my sex and try to keep my breathing slow and steady. After a few seconds, I get
myself back under control, and pull the dress back up, to just cover my
nipples. The nipple rings make it bulge a little, but with the shawl over it,
it's not as noticeable.
I
walk back out to the game room, and over to the bar. "Speak English?"
I ask the bartender.
"Enough
to serve the pretty lady," he says with a nod.
Good.
"A glass of red wine," I say, "whatever you recommend, and...
I'm really hungry... " He hands me a menu and I nod. "Thanks. The
wine for now and I'll let you know when I've decided what to eat."
He
hands me a glass of wine and says, "Just call me. I'm Pierre." I nod
and he walks over to serve another customer.
Okay. I
like this- but... I pick up my chips and head over the blackjack table. I take
a seat and throw on a twenty thousand dollar bid.
"Is
this seat taken?" I look over to the voice and... she's... *nice*.
"No,"
I say. She takes a seat and matches my bet.
"So...
come here... *often*?" She asks, turning to me with her hand on my thigh.
"Every
few years," I answer and turn toward her. "You?"
"First
time. Divorced my husband and I'm-"
"Spending
all his money?"
"Yes,"
she responds. I glance at my cards and motion for a hit, but I'd rather take a
'hit' off this woman. "You won," she says, looking at me.
I slide
my hand up under her skirt and rub her lips. "Looks like I have. Shall
we?" I whisper.
Pierre
brings me my chicken sandwich and I turn a little to look out at the casino
floor. It takes me a little while to find Spike, but I do eventually. That
peroxide blond hair is hard to miss.
He's
flirting with a red-head. Ooh, bad choice, Spike. But I'm not going to go do
the 'jealous girlfriend' routine. I'll just...
"Jack!"
I say, taking on the Jennie role again as the young man from the poker table
wanders by. "I didn't get the chance to *thank* you earlier, for standing
up for me with that disgusting pervert earlier," I say, putting a hand on
his arm. "And you got a black eye for your chivalry, too. I'm *so*
sorry..."
"It
wasn't your fault," he says with a smile, and funny how most men seem to
talk to my breasts rather than my face. Oh well. "I was actually wondering
if I'd see you again..." he says, glancing up at my face for a brief second.
"Andrew...
that's my boyfriend, is still nowhere to be found," I reply with a little
pout. "Would you care to sit for a while with me? If you're not busy, that
is." I cross my left leg over my right knee, and the highest part of the hem
is on my left, so that shows off a little bit of thigh. And now he's staring at
my leg. Men.
I think
we'll just slip out back quick, or... "I'm staying upstairs," she
says. "You're more than welcome to *come*... *up*," she says.
"Oh,
I'm up," I say. "I'm definitely up."
"Good...
my husband was *never* up."
I paw at
her and glance over at Cordelia... she'll be okay for a few minutes as I make
my way over to the elevator with her.
That's
fine, Spike. Have fun. I plan on having a little fun, myself... "So... Jack.
How *can* I thank you?" I ask, placing a hand on his thigh as he sits next
to me.
He
jumps a little and grabs my hand. "Uh... you don't...have to... really...
you know... I was just... and it's... not necessary, you know?"
I
smile. "I know that, but I *want* to." He looks up at me and I meet
his eyes. "You've been so sweet, defending me when you didn't even know
me. But let me tell you why I was *really* wandering around the casino alone.
Andrew, my boyfriend, found another woman while we were here. He said she was
luckier than me, whatever *that* means... And he left me. Just like that.
"Now
I..." I work up some teary eyes and look up at him again. He's actually
looking at my face now, with a sympathetic expression. Oh, I'm *good.*
"I'm all alone in this strange country, and I *don't* have any money and I
don't have a *clue* what I'm going to do...And I don't know why I'm telling you
this because it's not your problem."
"Oh
you poor thing," he says. "Don't cry," he says, handing me a
napkin. I take it, sniffling a little. "I'll help you get home,
Jennie," he says.
I
hide my grin with the napkin. "Thank you. And I *will* find a way to make
it up to you," I add, sliding my hand up his thigh to his very hard cock.
I paw her
all the way back to her room and she kisses me and strokes my cock as we topple
onto her bed.
"OH
GOD!" She moans. "YES! YES! YES!"
Oh
*please*?!
I vamp
out and dive into her neck. "AAAAHHHH!" She screams and tries to
scratch my face or kick me away, but she never really had much of a chance.
Now... to
go get my lover before I have to chain her up for disobedience.
"Jennie..."
he moans. Funny how it wasn't all *that* hard to convince him, once we went for
a walk and ended up in this dark hallway. And I have no doubt Spike *could*
find us if he wanted to.
That's
part of the thrill.
He
whimpers and slips his hands down my back to my ass, squeezing it, as he leans
down to kiss me. Somehow, I've kept him away from the nipple-rings, and that's
good. Because Jennie *isn't* the kind of girl who would wear *those.* I've got
a hand inside his pants, stroking him, and I grind my hips against my knuckles,
moaning as it shifts the chips inside me.
He
tries to touch one of my breasts and I pull it away, moving it to my hip as I
start to grind my sex against his cock. He moans and throws his head back, and
I moan a little too.
Oh- I
*so* don't think so.
And she's
actually *touching* him? And he's...
I growl
as I sneak up on them and snap his neck. "Goodbye."
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