SKIN DEEP 2

 by Black Cherry

these girls are mine, they may look familiar and act familiar but they are all mine. Cause we know the world is chock full o’ fine looking chicks like these, right?

Language: Plenty of it and it’s not all good.

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and bdsm scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet. If it ain’t your thing, then do not pass go. Do not collect $200, just hit the road now!

CHAPTER FOUR:

BLEED FOR ME

Torrid paced the floor all day, and kept looking out the window of her loft. A streak of paranoia had come over her, making her break out in a cold sweat. Elektra was out, and she knew it would bring trouble. 

“Best friends make the worst enemies,” she thought to herself as she lit a cigarette. She took a drag and exhaled it slowly thinking back on the night of betrayal. Elektra had tried to kill her, without hesitation.

Would she be crazy enough to jeopardize her parole now? Had five years in prison mellowed her, or quickened her. Torrid knew how much Elektra despised her, and it made her shudder.

Fuck! What’s wrong with me? She thought, scolding herself, I am not afraid of that bitch!

Let her come! Bring it, you bitch!

She tossed her 9m onto the bed atop the outfit she had chosen for her date with Monica.

Shit! Monica…

“I better cancel that until this shit is settled…Elektra is fucked up enough to…?”  a feeling of dread washed over her as she grabbed the keys to her bike and headed for the door.

“I am sorry Nancy is sick today,” said Monica as she bathed her hands in the softening gel. She loved getting manicured. “Thanks for squeezing me in without an appointment, uh--?”

“Elektra.”

“Elektra. What a beautiful name. It’s Greek, isn’t it?”
”Yes, it is,” Elektra smiled, making polite conversation with her prey. “Elektra was from the house of Atreus in Greek history. A child of Agamemnon, who died seeking vengeance.”

“wow…I’d hate to piss her off!”, chuckled Monica.

“It wouldn’t be pretty, believe you me.” Elektra purred. “So, Monica—getting all gussied up for a special night?”

“Why yes, as a matter of fact—I have a hot date. Or..a date with a hottie, however you want to look at it.” Beamed Monica.

“Oh? Tell me—“, begged Elektra, feigning girlish interest, “Tell me all about her..”

Torrid pounded on Monica’s door. No answer.

“FUCK!” Torrid said, frustrated. “Should have asked her for her cell phone number.”

She tried the door, but it was locked, so she pounded on the door again, setting the dogs off into a barking frenzy.

“Monica!” she yelled at the door, “Open the fucking door!”

“Hey!” a voice said from behind her; Torrid turned quickly on her heel to see Monica standing there holding packages and shopping bags, fanning her nails.

“I knew you were dying to see me, but I thought you could at least wait for our date, Torrid, “ Monica smirked.

“Wha? You’re okay? Where the fuck have you been?”

“Shopping—manicure; what’s up with you anyway? What’s this all about?”

“Nothing—I uh—do you have my sunglasses?”

“Uh—no.” answered Monica, flatly.

“Okay, thanks. See ya later. Don’t go anywhere else, ‘k?”
”What the hell? Why not?” Monica asked, fumbling with her keys, “Are you on drugs?”

“No! I am not on drugs! I just—I was worried.”
Monica arched an eyebrow.

“Torrid, what the hell is going on? Where is this coming from?”

Shit, thought Torrid, I’d better get a grip on myself. I need to keep her with me as much as possible ‘til I find out what, if anything Elektra is up to.

“Sorry, stressful day—my lucky shades are missing. You know, she said pointing down to the parking lot, “motorcycle.”

Monica was suspicious, but didn’t say anything.

“Well I don’t have them. I didn’t remember you wearing them this morning. I was looking into your baby blues the whole time.”

“Ah…ha…..okay, thanks. Listen, sit tight til I get back, okay?”

“Uh sure…just, don’t take too long, ‘k?” Monica flirted.

“sure”, said Torrid as she turned and hurried off.

“Wow,” Monica said as she went into her apartment and closed the door,” and I thought I was nervous about our date!”

Torrid hurried home to change and go back for Monica. She was relieved that nothing had happened to her, she had been worried sick. She told herself it was because of Elektra, but deep down, she knew it was something more. Within a few days of seeing each other again, Monica had started to get beyond those walls. She hadn’t really even tried, but her displeasure with Torrid struck a nerve, and made Torrid sad. Now she wanted to please Monica, in some way, to make up for dissing her after her ink was finished. Tonight, she would. She would be able to kill two birds with one stone; show Monica a good time, and keep an eye out for Elektra in case she was up to no good.

Torrid let out a sigh of relief as she pulled her bike into her space at Skin Deep and hurried upstairs to change.

Elektra watched her from across the street.

She frowned.

“Shit.” She pouted, “the bitch knows something’s up.”

She put her car in gear and drove off,  pissed. Her tires screeched as she cornered and turned onto the entrance ramp.

Torrid’s ears caught the screech, and she saw the car; her eyes narrowed.

Aha! So you are out there creeping around…the worm has just turned Elektra. Thought Torrid, a wicked smile crossed her face.

Two hours later there was a knock at Monica’s door.

“Finally!” she said, as she looked out the peep-hole, “WOW!” she said as she opened the door to see Torrid standing there clad in leather and steel studs. She wore black leather pants, a leather jacket and a white A shirt. Her belt was laden with pyramid studs and had a skull and crossbones for a buckle. She had facial piercings, which seemed to stand out more now that she was looking at her all in black. Monica’s mouth went dry, and she squeaked out a greeting, “uh..come on in!”

Torrid looked over the tops of her shades at Monica, and checked her out in a none too subtle fashion, and a wicked grin formed on her face.

“Yum,” she said as she walked past Monica and into her apartment, making Monica blush.

Torrid thought Monica looked ravishing in her retro polkadot dress and Patton leather pumps with black cherries on the sides of them. She wore thigh high fishnets and her hair was tussled and wild. She looked delicious in every way, and Torrid was now very glad she had been shanghaied. “I can’t wait for a taste of that candy”, she said as she kissed Monica’s cheek.

“Oh,” said Torrid taking a single red rose out from behind her back. “For you.”

“Uh..flowers and everything? Wow, Torrid…you surprise me.” Said Monica.

“That’s a good thing, yes?” asked Torrid.

“I’ll let you know, “ quipped Monica, sashaying to put the flower in a small vase. “You ready?”

“Uh yeah, about that…I had an idea on the way over here. You up for something different?”

“Torrid—I ask YOU out, remember? I had this whole evening planned—“ she was shushed by Torrid’s finger pressed gently on her lips; which was then replaced by Torrid’s soft lips, brushing them gently.

“Hear me out,” whispered Torrid.

Monica sighed with desire, heat rising in her. Oh yeah...okay, as long as you fuck me after! She thought to herself, but nodded to Torrid and smiled shyly.

“You got a back door, baby?” Torrid asked as she peeked out through the curtain.

“Uh…sure, through there,” she indicated the kitchen door.

“Great! Let’s go!”

Elektra sat in her car across the street from where Torrid parked her bike outside Monica’s apartment.

“Jesus what’s taking them so long?”

Monica led Torrid down the back steps of her patio and out through the courtyard gate to the street, where to her surprise there awaited a stretch limousine. Her eyes widened when she realized it was waiting for them.

“Oh…Torrid, did you?” she asked looking back at a grinning Torrid.

“Change of plans babe,” smirked Torrid, “Hope you don’t mind, but I should have asked you out a long time ago. So I am hijacking this ‘date’, and taking it over.”

The driver opened the door for Monica as she approached. She gingerly got inside and then stared at Torrid, not sure what to do or say.

“Kema Boardwalk, driver”, said Torrid through the open pane that separated the driver from the coach; then she pressed a button and the tinted panel closed. She turned to Monica who was obviously at a loss as to what to think. “Hope you like seafood, babe. It’s fresher down on the coast. You okay?”

“I’m fine—just terribly surprised, Torrid.”

“Good,” replied Torrid, “Champaigne?”

“Absolutely!”

“And you’re not pissed that I took over the date?” Torrid asked as she handed a glass of bubbly to Monica.

“Hell no—this is fabulous!”

Torrid clinked her glass to Monica’s, “To us…let’s have a fun night!”

“To…US.” Said Monica in a dreamy voice; Torrid raised an eyebrow. Maybe the champaigne over did it? Ah fuck who cares, the girl’s my slave! She thought wickedly to herself.

Elektra gulped down the last of her Krispy Kreme donuts and threw the box in the backseat of her car. She hissed out a bored sigh, and looked up at Monica’s window for the unteen-millionth time searching for any sign of life.

“Bet their up there fucking right now---leave it to Torrid to ruin a date. If they don’t go out, my whole plan will be ruined! Goddamn you Torrid, I will get you! I’ll get you if it’s the last fucking thing I ever do!”

Monica looked out the window of the limo at the colorful lights of the city at night. She couldn’t believe that Torrid had hired a limo and hijacked the date, it was like a fantasy come true. She didn’t understand what was prompting this sudden change of heart in Torrid, but she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth. She fully expected Torrid to blow her off again after the night was done, but at least until then, she had her all to herself. She could use the time wisely or foolishly..Hmmmmmmm, she thought to herself, which would be more fun?

“So what’s with you anyway, Torrid?” she asked, breaking the silence that has settled in after their departure.

“Beg pardon?” replied Torrid.

“Why’d you do all this?”
”All what?”

“THIS—“ Monica indicated the limo, and Torrid’s outfit and hair. “I am nobody special. At least not to you—“ her voice trailed off with a peppering of sadness to it.

Torrid furrowed her brow. She reached over and touched Monica on the shoulder, and gripped it in a ham handed gesture of comfort.

“Monica, you are special. I am sorry for blowing you off, really. I just felt you wanted things I couldn’t give you. It wouldn’t have been fair of me to keep getting what I wanted, when I couldn’t give you what you wanted, would it?”

“No, I suppose not,” Monica sighed.

“But, I want to make you feel good, and have a good time tonight, okay?”

Monica was still sad, Torrid had fucked up again. Shit! She thought to herself, I can’t fucking win!

“Monica—what can I do? I don’t want to make you all sad and shit. See? I always fuck it up!” She threw her hands up, and just stared out the window.

“Wait, Torrid. I am sorry too—“ Monica said, reaching out for Torrid’s hand. She rubbed Torrid’s back and brushed her hair behind her ear. Monica wrapped her arms around Torrid’s arm and rested her head on Torrid’s shoulder. Torrid said nothing, but reached over and gently petted Monica’s hair.

They sat quietly for a long time, then Torrid leaned in and kissed Monica on the forehead.

“what was that for?” Asked Monica

“For being beautiful.” Torrid said, matter of factly.

Monica beamed inside.

The drive to Kema was pretty quiet, but when they arrived at the restaurant, the mood became lively. The Aquarium was a fancy place with a real aquarium inside and it was filled with sharks and other sea life that danced a magical ballet while patrons wined and dined around them.

The mood was romantic, but upbeat. The host seated the pair and they took a moment to get settled. Torrid lit up a cigarette and grabbed the waiter as he passed by, “Yo, hey buddy—cosmo for the lady and a jack and coke for me, thanks!” she said as she let go of his sleeve. She turned to Monica, “You like seafood, right babe?”

“Oh yes! I love it. Want to split an appetizer?”

“Sure, whatever you want.”

“Oysters on the half shell!”

Torrid went green.

“Torrid? You okay?”

“I can’t do that oyster thing, babe. They’re raw!”

“Well, suit yourself, but they are a well known aphrodisiac.”

Torrid arched her eyebrow, “No shit?”

“Yeah, haven’t you ever heard the saying, ‘eat oysters, love longer’?”

Torrid chuckled, “Oh yeah…guess so.” She put out her cigarette and took a sip of her drink, the waiter had set on the table. “Okay—the lady wants oysters, and I want another drink!”

Elektra started, she had been awakened by the sound of her own snoring. She had fallen asleep in her car. She looked at her watch, “What the fuck?”
She looked up to Monica’s window. No lights, and it’s way after dark…did I miss them leaving? Shit! She put her car in gear and sped off to the restaurant that Monica had told her about during their manicure.

She parked in front of the video store so she had a clear view of the restaurant.

Sea food, my favorite!…wonder if they still have dollar martinis on Wed? Soon as I Kill Torrid, I can get back to having a life, she smiled to herself. She took out her piece and began to wipe it over and over with a polishing cloth. She hummed and smiled as she thought of her bullets riddling Torrid’s body, making her dance like a rag doll. “Oh yeah, Torrid…but first, I am going to blow your fucking knee caps off!” She began to laugh, and laughed until she trembled and her laughter turned to tears. She got out of her car and stepped onto the pavement with her booted feet. She wore calf high boots with steel plating on them. They helped her to stand. She could walk, but not run. Her ankles were destroyed from Torrid’s bullets, and now she was a cripple. In prison she had a rough time of it at first, not being able to run, she was at the mercy of the bigger women and became their bitch. She had been raped more times than she could count, but began to enjoy it at some point. Elektra became as twisted on the outside, as she was on the inside. She played wounded bird, and then moved in for her kill when people felt sorry for her because of her legs. She was obsessed with revenge. Never once stopping to think it was her own fault. She lied, she betrayed a friend, she broke the law, she fucked up. But it wasn’t her fault. It was Torrid’s. Now she would make her pay.