Friday, May 18, 2012
Farrah Hair on a Were?
“Don’t forget, Ms. Wilk, next week Beehive is the special.”
Oh hell no!
Ziva backed away from the Dumble sisters. Shivers stretched down her spine and she wondered if she’d ever again be able to close her eyes without seeing the inside of hell.
Right, like she’d be back.
She already couldn’t bear to acknowledge what they had done to her in Talbot Peak’s new trendy salon. Who knew a couple of old dragon biddies were so strong. No matter how hard she tried to get away, they kept her in that damn chair like it was nothing—snipping and snickering.
She’d only gone to the new shop to get the scoop for this week’s blog. How could a place move into this town and name itself, The White Rabbit, without all the prey getting up in arms. She figured there would be flying fluff all over the place, but nope, even the hopping humpers were enjoying themselves looking at the hookahs, cages and wild lighting. No protests—no story.
What she did leave with was the worlds worst…”Oh Lupa.” She didn’t even want to think about what she was bringing home, she just wanted to get there quick so she could go back to looking like herself—without Nick seeing.
“Oh baby, did you do that for me?”
“Shite.” When would her freaking luck change? “Go away, Nick.”
“You look just like my favorite poster of all time, sans the ruler. Oh fuck, would you hold a ruler if I got you one?”
“Go away, now, Nick.” That damn poster. Ziva remembered it up there on his ceiling, tormenting her with its mere existence. Every male in the neighborhood came to see that thing, making Nick so proud and her so angry.
“Can I touch it, Z?”
“No. Go the fuck away.” All those years she wanted him to touch her yet he’d preferred the paper woman with a ruler taped between her tits.
“Can I call you Farrah while we do it?”
“Gahhhhh.” Her newly styled wings flew to the sides as she spun and growled at him. “There will be no name calling, touching or ruler abusing. I’m going home to wash this monstrosity away before I have sex again.”
“No! No, no, no.” Nick picked her up and ran through town towards home. “Don’t be so mean, baby. Let’s play.”
Oh hell, ‘playing’ with Nick always led to the best orgasms of her life. She couldn’t pass up a stellar release, but she wouldn’t let him think he’d won this game either. “Fine, we’ll play. Rulers are a go, but you can’t call me Farrah.”
“If you want to call me that, you’ll have to be blindfolded…your choice.”
“Nope, Z it is…”
“And next week, you get punished.” Instead of slowing down at the idea of a punishment, Nick sped up. Just like she knew he would.
“What’s the penalty?”
“You’ll find out next week.” He’d agree. He always agreed.
Oh she couldn’t wait. Seems she would be going back to The White Rabbit after all. ‘Cause the best punishment she could think of would keep them busy for days. Nick’s favorite teacher through school sported a hellishly high hive.
Oh Lupa, she was such a good bitch.