Choices Ch. 03

The forcefulness of the voice caused me to lift a brow where I leaned on the counter with the phone in my hand.

"Well, how much time do you think you would need?" I asked.

"....It's not going to be a huge piece. Maybe an hour and a half? Two hours max?" Came her gentle reply.

I considered this a moment and then shrugged. I liked to help shy people get their fist ink. "You know what, sure. You pay me for the time and then say....half time for the same time and we have a deal."

"So time and a half?" Came a very fast response.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. When did you want to come by?" I asked.

"Give me two hours? And one more thing...." Her voice now sounded softer more seductive. "Can you turn the lights of the shop down when I get there?.....i am very shy."

Softly I chuckled and told her I could do that and then we hung up. Over the next two hours I had a couple of kids come in and make appointments for next week to get work done and then I looked at the clock and got prepared. I turned the closed sign on and locked the doors. Then I went to the back room and hit the breakers to turn some of the lights off. I had to admit, the neon lights in the windows and doorway did make the place look awesome.

When I heard the knock on the door I walked over and was just about to look out when I heard that familiar voice through the door.

"Please....can you just unlock the door and look away? I just really need a moment to compose myself before you see me." Said the voice.

I just chuckled softly, unlocked the door and turned to walk deeper into the shop. It wouldn't have surprised me when I heard the door open, close and then re lock if I suddenly felt a gun in my back. I was very stupid to dot his as it made it easy to be robbed.

"Thank you for all of your kindness....you can turn now." She said.

When I turned, I wasn't being robbed, but it didn't stop me from having my breath catch in my throat and my heart from beating like a hammer in my chest. Standing before me was a woman of of petite shape, perhaps five foot four, maybe five foot six at maximum. She was wearing a black dress that was split up each side to just above the knee. Her top was a red and black trimmed halter top that opened at the chest showing the swells of small, but perky breasts. And of course, the black deviless mask. Her hair could have been either blond or light brown in the lack of light. Her full lips were smiling and I realize then, it wasn't a lustful smile. It was a happy smile.

"Hi baby." She whispered.

"You want a Tattoo?" I asked stupidly.

"I want to be marked. Yes." She answered and crossed the room to me in two steps. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me down. To be honest, she could have pulled until she was so tired she passed out and not bent me over, but this was my deviless, I bent for her and she kissed me passionately. I returned that kiss with equal passion. My hand reached up toward her face but she suddenly broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Now now. You remember the rules. My way my Phantom." The Deviless said softly.

I wanted to scream in frustration. No women since I was 16 has had that power over me. The last one was the Ms. Robinson type that was my third. Since then, I was in control. She had taught me a lot, but this woman was special. Somewhere inside I knew it. Four times she has appeared to me. Four times she touched me like she wanted nothing more then me in the whole universe. This wasn't Stella. Finally I nodded.

"Good." The deviless said with genuine delight. "First things first. I did mean what is said. I want work done."

All I could do was stand there and blink. Three times this beautiful woman had rocked my world and now she comes to stand before me and tell me she wants to be inked? Hell, that only made her sexier in the long run.

"What did you want?" I asked.

She looked like she had already decided before hand what it would be. A smile spread over those full pouty lips and she answered.

"Half of a heart. Jagged and ripped in the center." She answered.

I stood there for a long moment staring at her and wondering who had the nerve to hurt this woman. I didn't say a word as I led her to the table and began to get the colors ready. My thoughts continued on the thought of this broken heart. Was that why she couldn't let me see her without the mask? Was she afraid I was like all the others?

Over the next hour I crafted the most detailed half a heart I possibly could and colored it as vividly as possible. As I did we talked, about my life and little things about hers. She had graduated college. She knew me. She had a crush on me for a bit now. She asked about Tom and why he acted the way he did and about my relationship with Monica. She giggled a bit when I mentioned that I thought Monica was a spoiled brat, but I loved her. Then, she asked me about Monica's friends.

"Her friends?" I said to myself as I was finishing up the final touches. "Vanessa is a stuck up little bitch who cares more about her clothes then she does her own family. Becky is hardly around anymore, but she was nice enough. A bit slutty and desperate for my tastes. Kim is cool, she and I have closer tastes in music and clothes."

"And this Kim." The Deviless whispered, and I could feel the heartbeat pick up in the blood appearing in the wounds. "Do you think she is pretty? I know her breasts aren't as big as Stella's or even Monica's."

"Can we not mention Monica and breasts please." I said sharply and then chuckled, but that chuckle died as I seriously thought about Kim. "Kim is beautiful. She's the only girl I know who has the nerve to be friends with Monica and not cave to her whole prissy look."

"You think Kim is beautiful?" The deviless whispered in shock. "Really?"

"Of course, without a doubt." Another little chuckle and the gun's buzzing life ended and was set down on the counter. "Your done. Oh, and by the way...."

As I pushed back in my rolling chair as she kicked her legs around to face me I smirked a bit.

"I enjoyed talking to you for once. The sex is great though, when it happens."

A faint little giggle left her and the look she gave me looked almost tender. "My dear Brandon. You played by the rules and now, the game may continue. Do you remember what happened the last time we met?"

How could I forget, I thought to myself. You tortured me with your mouth until I exploded in your throat. "Yea, I remember." was all I said, trying to play it cool.

"Well, now it's your turn to do something you have asked your Deviless for since day one." She purred.

I have to admit, when she called herself my deviless I felt a shock run through me. As if it felt right, not that some random mask belonged to me, but the woman behind it. That she was mine. When my mind came back to her words I knew what she meant and I came forward like a shark. She let out a squeak of surprise. She had given me permission and now the control was mine again.

While she had tried to stand up I shouldered her gently back into the chair and grabbed the hem of that dress and pulled hard. Her ass came off the seat and the next thing she knew the soft black fabric was bunched around her waist. Beneath that black dress was a bare shaved pussy that wasn't overly wet, but before my eyes I could see the moisture building. Above me I could hear her panting, waiting, expecting.

I looked up from what was to become my meal to her eyes and the masked face was turned down to look at her and she had her lip bitten between her teeth. Her eyes were shining, pleading, almost begging. I chuckled softly and kissed the side of her thigh.

"I thought you didn't like this." I said teasingly.

"I lied." She hissed with need and arched her back at the kiss to her thigh. "Please Brandon....please lick me....please."

The sound of her begging like that only drove me deeper in that sexual domination I had learned. Again I kissed her thigh, this time adding a tiny little kiss to the center of her lips, right at the opening and then pulled back staring up into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on me and even they were begging.

"Tell me your name." I demanded.

"I can't!" She yelled in frustration. "Please Brandon I need it."

Again I leaned forward and placed a kiss to the center of those lips. This time it was firmer and my tongue parted them and quickly darted inside. This movement got a sharp gasping moan from the deviless and then I leaned back.

"Your name." I repeated forcefully.

"Y...Y....You promised." She said desperately. "You....you promised me....my way."

With a sigh I knew she was right. My way of saying I am sorry I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the length of those lips and then I reached that little nub of her clit I sucked it between my teeth and gently dragged my teeth over the tender flesh. After that dragging of teeth I slid that tongue back down and gently slid it little bit by little bit inside that tender, velvet and now wet opening until it was as deep as it could go.

"O...o....Oh...OH!....Oh....MY.....GOD!!" She squealed and her first orgasm racked her body. Hands began to run through my short blond hair and over the powerful shoulders. "OH GOD...More baby more! I love it!"

At that point I lifted her legs and place one on each side on my head, wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her in place and really went after it. My tongue would alternate between driving into her sweet smelling opening and then running up to her little nub. When I reached that nub this time I didn't gently bite, no I began to flick my tongue up and down, back and forth relentlessly.

The deviless before me was a quivering mess now. She squirmed trying to get away from that assaulting tongue. She was a fount of whimpering moans and then my gaze lifted and our eyes met. She wanted to look away, but my stare kept her in place. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan and her hips began to buck as the orgasm began to take effect.

I paused only long enough to say in a husky lustful tone. "Deviless." And then went back to licking.

"....Y...Yes.....Baby?" She asked between quivers.

"You ready to cum harder then you ever have?" I asked and our eyes stayed locked and I could see in hers a strange vulnerability and a secret longing. Slowly her head shook back and forth and she whispered between whimpers.

"Brandon....please no more. You....got your present." She pleaded. "Please...i don't want to become like...."

And then I drove two fingers deep inside her and began to piston them in and out. Flicking my tongue back and forth and listened to her stammering pleas which made no sense to me. She kept squealing and between shouts saying she liked me to much. I assumed she meant what I was doing. I stopped my licking at that point and focused on hammering those two fingers in and out of her tight pussy as hard as I could. Her hands came down and braced on my shoulders. Her eyes stayed locked on mine and something seemed to pass between us at that moment and her whole body began to shutter. I don't know what made me ask it, but I snarled.

"Whose is it baby? Whose are you?"

"OH GOD! Yours Brandon! Oh god baby I am yours!" She squealed as she came hard all over my hand and her hips began to move riding my hand through her orgasm. When she came back down to earth I pulled my hand free and stood up reaching for my belt. I needed to fuck this beautiful woman, but her hand reached out quickly and grabbed my hand to stop me.

"B...Brandon please no....not that. Not now." She pleaded.

"Damnit enough with the games!" I roared in frustration. "How many times do you thin you can just walk into my life and do this to me?! I gave you your control, I gave you whatever you wanted! What do you want!?"

"YOU! Okay?! I want you!" She yelled back and then bit her lip. "You want this Baby?" She asked and began to gently run her fingertips over the huge bulge in my jeans. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" I said quickly.

"Call Stella." She said firmly.

"W...What?" I stammered. "Why do you want me to...."

"Call her and tell her it's over." She said with a fierce fire in her voice and burning in her eyes. "If you want me....if you want the Deviless. Do it."

"If I do this. No more games?" I asked, ready for the bottom to drop out. This was some kind of game, but when she nodded softly and actually smile I reached into my pocket and flipped open my cell. A few buttons later the phone was ringing. Stella answered and I barely had time to say hello and tell her who it was before the Deviless pulled the phone from my hand and lifted it to her ear.

"Stella. He's taken. Don't call him again." I could hear the yelling on the phone but the Deviless only smiled a gentle smile and looked me in the eyes. "He....deserves so much better then you." and then she flipped the phone closed.

The phone immediately began to ring again but I ignored it. I stood and waited for the mask to come off, but she only stood up and looked down at me.

"Your sure you want this?" all I could do was nod. "When your finished and you close the shop for the day, go home and shower. Get dressed in something nice and light candles in your room."

I wanted to argue but she crouched in front of me so we were face to face with me on my knees and she took my face in her petite little hands. Softly she smiled and tenderly she kissed me and whispered. "I understand it now. I really do. By the time you realize it's even a danger of happening it's too late and your already too far gone. You my sweet sexy Brandon are going to get all the answers tonight. Destiny awaits you."

And then she stood and walked from the shop. She flipped the sign to open, unlocked the door and was gone. Leaving me kneeling on the floor with my eyes wide and my mouth open. No idea what had just happened. I stayed in this position for what seemed like forever before the tell tale "ding" of the door opening broke my daydream.

"What's up with the lights?" Brian asked.

"W....hat?" I asked a bit stupidly.

".....Why does it smell like sex in here?" Brian said sharply and I couldn't help but laugh. Thank god for my apprentice.

The rest of the day dragged by and by the time I closed the store the sun had long gone down. My drive home was agony. Every fiber of my body was alive and it burned. When I pulled up in the driveway of my parents house no cars were in the driveway. I parked and walked inside and found a note from Monica that said she and Mom had convinced Tom to go and see Uncle Randy and try to work all of this out.

"Ha! Fat chance." I chuckled and then walked upstairs.

Once I got upstairs I did as I was asked. I stripped of the days clothing in my room and showered quickly. By the time I was halfway through the shower I realized my hands were shaking, I have no idea how I had become this wrapped around this strange woman's finger, but I was. The rest of the shower I spent happily thinking about how tonight it all ends. Tonight I find out who she is.

After I got out of the shower I did as she asked and changed into a pair of slacks and a black button up shirt. I didn't put on shoes, but I did put on black socks. Then I light the four candles I could find and waited.

-Monica-

Kim and I waited in her car around the corner until we saw Brandon's car pass and then got out and walked to the house. Across the street we stood and waited. The chill in the evening air of late February kissed our skin as we watched. When the soft light of candles appeared in the window I knew to be Brandon's we looked at one another, put on our identical masks and made for the house.

We had matching Tattoo's now on the inside of our wrists. She had one heart and I had the other. That was my idea when I realize that we both were falling in love with Brandon, two halves of one heart. Once we got inside we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. When I saw Brandon a little smile touched the corners of my lips. He did clean up well.

"You came." Kim whispered breathlessly, but happily. "Here we are, as promised."

"We?" Brandon said as he turned, but when he saw us his eyes narrowed. "What is this? More games?" He demanded.

"No my love." I whispered. "WE are your Deviless."

"How can you both be her?" He snapped at us, quickly losing control of his temper.

"The Halloween party." I whispered and watched as his eyes locked on me and he smiled.

"The next time you saw me. Here in your room. You rolled around the bed and made me yours." Kim said softly and he looked then at her and his eyes widened in realization.

"Standing naked in your room in only my mask." I said softly and then whimpered happily. "You tasted so good my love. I can still feel you sliding down my throat."

Brandon shifted as I knew the lump in his jeans was rising at the memories we were assaulting him with.

"In your tattoo shop." Kim said in the softest whisper, almost reverently. "You used your tongue to tease me as I deserved for this deception and then you held me in place and used your fingers to make me realize I belonged to you."

I looked over at Kim and saw she was shaking. I knew her well enough to know she was terrified. She had very few real boyfriends for as beautiful as she was. She was terrified of being rejected. When Kim looked over at me I nodded and she reached back and grasped the ties of her mask.

"Are you sure babe you want me to do this?" She asked.

"......" Brandon looked from one of us to the other before he nodded. "Yes. Show me."

Then Kim untied the mask and let it drop. I heard Brandon gasp when he saw her. "Kim!?" He exclaimed. "It was you all along?"

"Yes baby." She said, terrified it sounded of being rejected now. After all our planning. "Does this change what you said?"

Brandon took a moment and then smiled and shook his head. "No, not at all. I still want you."

I saw Kim smile happily and then she looked at me and her smile faded. This was the hard part. Softly she nodded and I sighed.

"Do you remember what you said to me?" I whispered. "When we laid in that bed and you touched me?" Brandon nodded and smiled at the memory. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes now, what if he rejected me? "And I told you to remember that moment when you learn the truth? You did that to me Brandon. I wanted you. I am yours. Completely. I belong to you."

Brandon studied me for a moment and then nodded. "I remember. Show me. You are where this started. You are where I felt truly needed for the first time. Show me."

And I untied and dropped the mask.

"Oh...god no...." I heard Brandon gasp.

-Brandon-

I watched and listened as the two women explained the parts in all of this. Inward I just kept thinking, two of them. I felt I was lucky just to have one and it was actually two. Two beautiful, sexual women who wanted me that desperately. It was flattering. Then the first mask came off and I almost past out. Kimberly. How many times had I wished when she was a teenager and I was a bidding young preteen that she would just look at me and now she was standing before me with the taste of her still on my tongue and she smiled when I told her I wanted her still.

I listened to the next one and I thought about Vanessa or Becky. Another of Monica's friends. She was going to have a fit when she realizes that two of her friends are sleeping with me. And then I hear the panic in her voice. The way she pleaded with me to remember and the mask came down.

All I could think was, oh god, I fucked my sister. My sister blew me. How could I take advantage of her like this? Maybe I was everything that Tom called me. Maybe he was right about me all along. I was sick. I needed to be away before I hurt her even more.

She saw the revulsion on my face and watching her heartbreak before my eyes caused me to whimper, like I had heard both of them do so much over the last few months. "...I'm sorry Monnie. I didn't mean to do that to you. I didn't mean....to take advantage of you."