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rainbowfic2021-06-14 07:52 pm
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Cool Black 3: Something Mean
Author: Kat
Title: Something Mean
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 3 (I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (claws), seed beads, charcoal, brush (deride).
Word Count: 405
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tonight, she feels like doing something mean.
Warning: description of a planned sexual assault, though the character does not see it that way.
Notes: Hadn't written Vanessa in a while. Now I remember why. Pride #7.
There's a beautiful couple in a booth, all shimmering dresses and red-slicked lipstick. Vanessa watches them over the rim of her martini glass as they laugh together and lean across the table to kiss. They're celebrating an anniversary- which one, she isn't sure. It adds a certain piquancy to her plans for tonight. How long to break them up? It won't happen tonight, but then, it wouldn't be any fun if it did. She likes to watch things crumble.
Vanessa can play anyone like a paticularly cheap kazoo. Tonight, she feels like playing something mean.
The shy little blonde, Vanessa decides, watching her blush as her lover caresses her cheek. Her lover's been doing all the talking this evening, ordering for both of them while the blonde smiles a stupid smile with doting cow eyes. So the blonde is the submissive one, easy to intimidate. Vanessa feels like dominating someone, and besides she's always had a thing for blondes.
She can see how it will go. At some point the blonde will go to the bathroom, and Vanessa will follow her. She'll wait until her prey is washing her hands, perhaps touching up makeup, and then she'll trap the woman against the sink, crowd in behind her until she has nowhere to go. If Vanessa has read her right-- and she has-- she'll blush and stammer and wobble at the knees. When Vanessa leans in to whisper against her neck, she'll get wet, and ashamed.
She'll protest. She's on a date. They're celebrating. Vanessa will laugh against her neck, the dark smoky laugh that draws her prey closer, and she'll shiver. "Too bad," Vanessa will say. "You need someone to take you in hand, and nobody does that like I do." The woman will shiver again.
What Vanessa does next depends on the blonde. She can push her, take things further, nip at her earlobe and make her whimper. Or she can back off, let her stand flushed and gasping against the wall. Either way she'll leave the blonde her number, tucked gently into her hand or provocatively into her bra. Either way she'll lean forward and speak directly into her ear.
"Call me when you're ready to be mastered."
She won't last long after that. They never do.
The blonde gets up, leans down to kiss her lover, and heads for the bathroom. Vanessa smiles and sets her martini glass on the bar.
Showtime.
Title: Something Mean
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cool black 3 (I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (claws), seed beads, charcoal, brush (deride).
Word Count: 405
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tonight, she feels like doing something mean.
Warning: description of a planned sexual assault, though the character does not see it that way.
Notes: Hadn't written Vanessa in a while. Now I remember why. Pride #7.
There's a beautiful couple in a booth, all shimmering dresses and red-slicked lipstick. Vanessa watches them over the rim of her martini glass as they laugh together and lean across the table to kiss. They're celebrating an anniversary- which one, she isn't sure. It adds a certain piquancy to her plans for tonight. How long to break them up? It won't happen tonight, but then, it wouldn't be any fun if it did. She likes to watch things crumble.
Vanessa can play anyone like a paticularly cheap kazoo. Tonight, she feels like playing something mean.
The shy little blonde, Vanessa decides, watching her blush as her lover caresses her cheek. Her lover's been doing all the talking this evening, ordering for both of them while the blonde smiles a stupid smile with doting cow eyes. So the blonde is the submissive one, easy to intimidate. Vanessa feels like dominating someone, and besides she's always had a thing for blondes.
She can see how it will go. At some point the blonde will go to the bathroom, and Vanessa will follow her. She'll wait until her prey is washing her hands, perhaps touching up makeup, and then she'll trap the woman against the sink, crowd in behind her until she has nowhere to go. If Vanessa has read her right-- and she has-- she'll blush and stammer and wobble at the knees. When Vanessa leans in to whisper against her neck, she'll get wet, and ashamed.
She'll protest. She's on a date. They're celebrating. Vanessa will laugh against her neck, the dark smoky laugh that draws her prey closer, and she'll shiver. "Too bad," Vanessa will say. "You need someone to take you in hand, and nobody does that like I do." The woman will shiver again.
What Vanessa does next depends on the blonde. She can push her, take things further, nip at her earlobe and make her whimper. Or she can back off, let her stand flushed and gasping against the wall. Either way she'll leave the blonde her number, tucked gently into her hand or provocatively into her bra. Either way she'll lean forward and speak directly into her ear.
"Call me when you're ready to be mastered."
She won't last long after that. They never do.
The blonde gets up, leans down to kiss her lover, and heads for the bathroom. Vanessa smiles and sets her martini glass on the bar.
Showtime.