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When I woke and found Victor gone, I made my way to the ensuite bathroom and smiled at the towels and little soaps that were clearly left out for me. He even included one of those little disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste, still in the packaging. The whole thing was sweet and redeeming for waking alone.
I took so much time washing and enjoying the hellfire-level hot water, that I nearly worried it would melt my skin off, but I still moaned into the steam. When I was done, however, I found myself facing another challenge. What the fuck was I going to wear?
Curiosity got the better of me and I attempted to snap some clothes on. No such luck. I may have been able to yesterday, but honestly, I needed the elements readily available to work my magick. Like my hair last night, I had the bobby pins on my table and magicked my hair and pinned them in place. I doubt I'd be able to find the pins now, especially after destroying the bed. Too bad I didn't have any hair bands or ribbons...
Oh!
Ribbons!
I finish drying and walk my sexy naked ass back into the bedroom. Glancing around, I spot some folded fabrics on a chair beside the bed and smile. Awe. He did think of me! Moving my eyes across the floor, I manage to spot some dark ripped bits of fabric. Score!
Picking them up, it takes me a little bit to find what I am searching for, but once I spot the corset bodice, I grip the neatly tied bow and pull hard. Since Victor cut them all to get me naked, they pull out fairly easily. Taking the mess of ribbon to the bed, I manage to find two pieces that are long enough to get the job done.
With a snap, my hair is in two neat braids with ends affixed by the ribbons.
Since I didn't wear a bra with the corset and Victor ripped my panties off me like a sexy heathen, I guess I will be going commando. Free the nips!
The pants are a flowy gray cotton, and while the legs have a nice loose fit to them, my ass is much... plumper, than Victor's. I barely manage to shimmy this badonk-a-donk inside them. With a quick snap, the length adjusts and the strings tie neatly. The black t-shirt is made of some kind of delightfully soft material that almost tickles my skin. I could live in this shirt forever.
When I decide to go check out the end result, I quickly decide that this is in fact my shirt now. It looks way too damn good on me. Victor will just have to deal.
Making my way back through the bedroom, I simultaneously groan and whimper that I can't seem to find my heels anywhere. Did I lose them when he was fucking me in the hallway? Glancing around one last time, I decide that must be the case and finally make my way out of the bedroom.
Unlike last night, the house is eerily quiet.
"Hello?" My voice echoes down the empty hall and I spare a moment to facepalm at my stupidity. Everyone knows the chick that goes calling out into the quiet is the one that dies first.
Thank fuck this isn't a horror movie though, because I am pretty sure that badass witch beats human weirdo any day. Regardless, there is no answer. There are also no weird creature sounds, or the moaning of zombies, or even the creaky sounds of a creeper stalking me.
Which, all combined, just actually serves to piss me off more as it means I am well and truly alone in the house. This means all the sweet gestures from Victor are sullied by the fact that he left before I woke up this morning. Was he that ashamed?
No. No, stop that Ginger.
I am a fierce woman and nothing to be ashamed of. Most likely he left because he got everything he needed already. Multiple times.
That has me smirking. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had, but I know for a fact it was more in one night than I have managed to self-induce so far this year.
Thinking back on the memories of the night has me getting a little heated. Damn right, he got what he needed. I even let him drink from me. I've never been with a vampire before, but I know they don't usually mix food with fun times, especially if their bed partner is also a para, so he got a super special treat with me.
Taking a deep breath, I manage to calm my nerves. Since I'm alone, there is no point in hanging around here. Thankfully, it only takes me about three miscalculated turns and two incorrect doors before I am able to find an actual exit for the ridiculously huge mansion. In my defense, I was deliriously full of dick last night when we made our way through the halls and missed the tour. It is a little odd that there is no staff around because the evidence from last night's festivities is strewn everywhere. Including some intriguing pieces of clothing. I think I saw a cock cage in one of the potted plants.
My brain catches up to my movements about halfway down the driveway and I remember that Lexi got us a taxi to here. So How the fuck am I going to get home? I have no purse or cell phone or...
I really did not think this whole 'going home with a stranger' thing through very well. I guess my line of thinking was more that I didn't want to bring anything with me that could get lost or stolen, but now I've kind of fucked myself. There is no way I would be able to spell a random stick to act as a broom for a quick trip–nor would I trust flying on anything that isn't my Bessy–and I wouldn't have enough juice to also make it hold my weight without breaking and shield it and myself from the daylight eyes of humans.
Letting out a huge sigh, I snag two large leaves from the closest tree and set them down in front of me. Snapping my fingers, I watch as they transform into slippers. They will be thin, but better than walking shoe-less and won't leave me with blisters like my heels.
It's not really in shame, but I do get to walk home.
That's ok. The exercise will be nice.
I just wish I had a cup of coffee before I had to traverse seven blocks nearly barefoot.
Food for Fishes
Victor
My eye twitches as another zap hits me in the chest.
