The Stand Off (6 page)

***

Back at Lux’s house, everyone who
had participated in trashing Dean’s car was now reclining in the living room.
They had just opened their second bottle of wine and were feasting on chocolate
chip cookies.

“That was probably the most
immature form of revenge I’ve ever taken,” Lux said as she shook her head,
still surprised that she’d resorted to such childish tactics.

“But you have to admit, immature
or not, it felt good,” Pixie smiled.

“It really did,” Lux grinned.

“Oh shit,” Kiki said as she
looked out the window.

“What?” Pixie asked as she
followed close behind Kiki.

“It’s Dean Blake!”

“You’re not serious,” Lux said as
she jumped up from the sofa.

“Dead serious… and it looks like he’s
returning all that red tape,” Kiki added.

“Oh shit,” Graves exclaimed as
she looked out the window.

“Really?” Lux glanced out of the
window to see Dean before she headed for the front door.

“Luxy baby, please, think
clearly.” Pixie pleaded.

“Wait in here. I’ll be right
back.” Lux stepped outside and slammed the door behind her.

“Hello Lux,” Dean said as he
walked closer.

“What are you doing here?” Lux
countered as she took a step towards him and then stopped.

“I’m returning this.” He dropped
a large ball of red tape with a few attached signs by her feet.

“I don’t want it,” she picked up
the ball and shoved it at his chest. When she let go of the tape, it stuck to
his shirt, and she could not prevent the smile from spreading across her face.
Dean frowned as he pulled it off and stuck it to the front of the building

“You don’t want to go to war with
me, Luxy baby,” he warned her; using the same nickname he’d heard her friend
call her.

“It’s too late for that,
Wrecker.”

She yanked the tape off the wall
and pushed it back against his chest. He jerked it off his shirt and stuck it
back on the building. When she grabbed it again, he seized her arm before she
could retaliate.

He leaned down to whisper in her
ear, “If you put that back on my shirt, I am going to stick that ball some
place you’re not going to like. Be careful, you’re wearing a skirt.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she gasped
as she felt the faint pulsation begin in her vagina.

“Would you like to bet on that? I
should beat your ass after that little stunt you pulled with my car,” he said
in a lusty tone.

“Beat my ass?”

“Spank you. I suggest you put the
tape down.”

The thought of him spanking her
brought both fear and excitement with just enough curiosity to make her
uncomfortable.

“Fine!” She side stepped and
threw the ball towards his car.

“Be thankful you missed or I
would have been within my legal rights to discipline you.” Pulling her closer,
he kissed the side of her cheek. “And I would love to discipline you Lux; your
ass was made for it.”

She felt her brain begin to spin
rapidly when his large hand clutched her butt. The heat from his lips spread
out like warm honey down the side of her body. She wanted to open her shirt and
bend her head to the side to allow him better access.

“Snap out of it hussy, or your
enemy will think that you’re besotted with him!”
She mentally chided
herself. Refusing to let him see her body’s true reaction, she shoved him back
and slapped his face.

“Get off me!” she hissed.

As he stood back, his grey eyes
bore into hers, and she shifted at the intensity she felt.

“If you get to slap me, it’s only
fair that I get to slap you in return. You have a beautiful ass and I could
spend an entire night smacking it, so I’d be careful if I were you.” He grabbed
her chin.

“It will never happen.” She
grabbed his wrist, but he wouldn’t let go.

“We’ll see,” he ran his thumb
across her pouty bottom lip. He slid the tip in and grinned when she bit it. He
leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “That means that I get to bite you,
too.”

Before she could object, he’d
bitten the skin below her ear.

He didn’t clamp down hard, but
the spark of what that bite did to her, surprised her. Her body instantly
reacted; her nipples sprung out, and she felt palpitations in the center of her
clit.

“Next time I’m biting you here,”
he slid his finger down her lower belly and across her sex.

“No,” she hissed as she shoved
him back. “That’s enough.”

Although she had shoved him with
all of her mite, he had not budged. He stepped back after and only because he’d
decided to.

“Is it?”

“Yes,” she stepped further away
from him.

“You know if I wanted you, you
couldn’t run fast enough.” He stayed perfectly still.

“I’m not running from you.” She
raised her chin and faced him.

“Then what do you call it?”

“I call it ending a dead
conversation with a sketchy womanizer who is dead set on wrecking my building,”
she snapped and headed back towards her front door.

“This isn’t over Lux; the
wrecking crew will be back soon.”

“I’ll be waiting, Wrecker,” she
yelled back at him.

He watched her retreat before he
went to his car and left.

Lux walked back in the house to
see everyone staring at her with wide eyes.

“What?” she snapped, her patience
obviously spent.

“
What
? What do you mean
what?” Pixie’s eyes were wide.

“Oh you know
what
,” Kiki
said to Lux while tapping her foot.

“You kissed him,” Pixie said
still shocked.

“I did not!” Lux denied.

“That was a make out session,”
Pixie accused.

“It was not,” Lux denied
defensively.

“You let him kiss on the side of
your neck!” Pixie exclaimed in a high tone.

“That wasn’t a kiss, that was a
bite,” Lux snapped and pulled back her dark, wavy hair to show the faint mark.

“Damn he’s kinky,” Pixie purred.

“I love aggressive men,” Kiki
fanned herself with her air fan.

“Hussies,” Lux shook her head.

“He’s sexy Lux; if I were you, I
would have jumped his bones then and there. I don’t know how you could resist
him,” Pixie said.

“Thankfully, you’re not me.” Lux
looked at Pixie.

“
Thankfully
! I would hate
to be re-virginized. Not to mention the fact that I feel sorry for your
repressed vagina, my dearest sister. How can you not want sex? It’s like
amazingness on top of amazingness,” Pixie explained.

“You really don’t know what
you’re missing,” Kiki added.

“When do I have the time for sex?
I haven’t even had enough time to find a man that I like, let alone let him
shove his anatomy into mine,” Lux tried to make them understand.

“Did you just really say
anatomy?” Pixie asked with a hint of a smirk on her face.

“The point is, I’m busy with The
Music Hall, teaching, building maintenance, The Lounge, and let’s not forget
about Mom. So unless you’re willing to send a search party to hunt down the elusive
prince charming and make him follow me around like a puppy dog while I work,
just
so I can get to know him
… I don’t see the point of this conversation.” Lux professed
in a vexed tone.

“Wow… now I’m
totally
convinced you will be the only 70 year old virgin on the planet,” Pixie said as
she shook her head.

“Cue the queen of pop,” Kiki
smiled as she jumped up and hummed the beat.

“Lux is a virgin, hey… neck-bit
for the very first time,” Pixie began to sing her version of the song and the
other girls joined in.

“All of you are over-sexed,
off-key, lunatics,” Lux said before she left them to their singing and dancing.
She rushed upstairs to her room, slammed the door behind her, and dropped down
on her bed.

She lay awake for hours,
listening to her sisters and friends sing every song from that album. She laid
there wide eyed as she replayed the situation with Dean over and over in her
mind. Dean Blake was proving to be a difficult opponent, and she feared the
worst was yet to come. She needed to work harder on exposing his secrets; she
needed to dig a little deeper. She needed to hurry up and find something horrific
on him before The Music Hall was demolished.

After the previous day’s series
of shitty events, Lux spent the night tossing and turning as she tried to clear
her mind. She woke the next morning to the sound of her alarm blaring. She knew
before she looked at the time that she was late. Despite her exhaustion, she
got up and got ready for her day while mentally debating ways to sink Dean
Blake. When she was finished, she rushed downstairs to see Pixie, who was
looking at her peculiarly.

“What?” Lux asked with a partial
frown as she went straight for the coffee pot.

“You’re late,” Pixie said.

“So.” She shrugged as she filled
her cup.

“So, you’re never late.”

“I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Having dreams about the neck
biting, wrecking ball man?” Pixie grinned.

Lux rolled her eyes and walked
away as Pixie chuckled.

***

After Lux finished teaching her
class, she was ready for a little break. She couldn’t decide whether she wanted
to take a long, hot bubble bath or a lengthy nap. She was preparing to go
upstairs when Remy, one of the students, ran up to her.

“Lux, Kiki told me to tell you
that there’s men in the other side of the building again,” Remy said holding
his saxophone.

“Thank you Remy. How are you
doing with your new song?” Lux asked calmly despite her rising frustration.

“It’s coming along great; thanks
again for the extra reeds.”

“How is your mother feeling?” Lux
asked.

“She’s doing much better; she
said to thank Momma Pax for the soup.”

“I’ll tell her.”

“When is she going to come back
to class?”

“Soon,” Lux nodded, wishing it
were true.

“Thank you Lux,” he said in a
sing-song voice and smiled brightly before he ran off.

Lux took a slow, deep breath
before she turned around and headed to the other side of the building to see
what was going on. She had just hit the decorated main hallway when she saw the
same group of men from yesterday. Today, instead of signs and tape, they were
putting up barriers to block the Lounge entrances. She immediately recognized
the man she’d spoken to previously and headed straight for him.

“What are you doing?” she asked
as she looked at his name tag, “Floyd.”

“Putting up the barriers to block
off the sections,” he said nervously, despite his large, six foot plus frame.

“No! You get these things out of
here right now!” she demanded.

“Sorry Miss, we’re just doing our
job.” He shrugged helplessly.

“You see that disgusting line
your horrible boss forced you to put on the floor?”

She pointed to the line of red
tape across the middle of the lounge.

“Yes.”

“That means that your road block
is on my side,” she grabbed the heavy barrier and pulled it from him. “So that
means that this is mine!”

She glared at him for a moment
before she turned around and began to drag the long roadblock down the hall.
Paying no attention to her aching muscles, she hauled it out of the front door.
She heaved it down the front steps; she was so angry that she’d forgotten how
heavy it was. She cursed Dean under her breath the entire time, calling him
vile names as she dragged the road block to the street.

“What are you doing Lux?” Pixie
asked as she raced out of the building behind her sister.

“I need to borrow your truck;
here take my car.” She tossed Pixie her keys.

“What is this?”

“They are trying to barricade the
other side of the building now,” Lux explained.

Pixie gasped in horror and shook
her head, “No way.”

“Yes,” Lux answered with a sharp
nod.

She dragged the road block over
to Pixie’s day glow, tangerine truck. Like Lux’s car, it was a piece of shit,
but had a great paintjob. Lolo was an amazing artist who specialized in fixing
up car exteriors.

“I didn’t think it would come to
this,” Pixie sighed.

“This is just the beginning. Help
me get this roadblock in the back.”

“Where are you taking it?” Pixie
asked as she helped Lux lift it into the back of the truck.

“To Mr. Blake.” She took the keys
from Pixie and got into the driver’s side.

“I’m coming with,” Pixie jumped
into the passenger’s seat.

“I can’t believe he did this.”

Lux started the car and
immediately turned the music down when it blared through the speakers.

“You’re not going to do anything
crazy are you?” Pixie asked.

“Define crazy,” she asked as she
drove down the road.

“Oh you know, dragging a
roadblock into Dean Blake’s office or something like that.”

“Then I guess we have different
definitions of crazy. I don’t consider that crazy, I consider that
fair play
.
He should be thankful I am considerate enough to return his property to him.”

“Can we talk about this, Lux?”

“No,” she barked.

“Okay,” Pixie sighed again as she
turned the music back up and began to sing along.

Although Lux was obeying most of
the traffic laws, she would occasionally speed. Her need to vent on Dean was
currently more powerful than her ability to obey the traffic laws.

“This crazy, ridiculously fast,
and erratic driving is making me a tad nervous, dear sister. Not to mention
that look on your face. Let’s not forget how rash you can be when provoked,”
Pixie said as she looked at Lux.

“Then you better hold on,” Lux
warned as she sped the rest of the way.

Once outside the building, Pixie
turned to her sister and spoke, “Do you want me to come in with you?”

“No I want you to park in front
and keep the truck running… just in case.”

“Good idea.”

“I’ll be out in 20 minutes or
less.”

“And if you’re not?”

“I’ll need a distraction.”

“Gotcha. I’ll be waiting for you
out front.” She winked.

Lux boldly dragged the dirty,
road block into the building and through the posh lobby. She ignored the stares
and whispers as she headed towards the elevator. She hauled it inside of the
elevator but had to slant it a little to make it fit. Once she arrived at the
top floor, she dragged it past the receptionist at the main desk. The
receptionist just smiled, but Lux saw her grab the phone and heard her warn
Dean Blake’s personal secretary. Lux put a little pep in her step as she pulled
the road block down the hall to Dean’s office.

Lux watched his personal
secretary hang up the phone and shake her head vigorously.

“He’s busy right now, he can’t be
disturbed.”

“Save it,” she said as she
dragged it to the door.

“He’s on an important phone
call.”

“Not for long,” Lux said before
she knocked on his door and immediately opened it; thankful that it was not
locked.

The secretary poked her head in
the door and cried in her cartoonish voice, “I’m sorry Mr. Blake; I told her
that you were very busy. I tried to stop her.”

“Leave us,” he said to his
secretary, who promptly nodded and closed the door.

Dean sat at his desk and watched
with curiosity as Lux dragged the road block into his office. Lux dropped the
end she’d been holding up and it hit the floor with a loud thud. She stood
before the road block, her hands on her hips as she stared at him.

“What is this?” he asked.

“One of the many road blocks that
your men are putting up in
my
building.”

“What section?”

“You know what section.”

“I own that section,” he reminded
her.

“You don’t own the section where
they put the barriers.”

“Does it really make a
difference? The part that I own happens to be a big portion of that nightclub.
Your part of the lounge will be useless once my half is in a pile on the
ground.”

“That lounge is the only thing
that keeps us going financially, the one thing that allows us to continue.”

“With what I offered you, you
could open a new lounge.”

“I told you, I’m not giving up The
Music Hall,” She snapped at him.

“Then get used to the blocks. Now
if you’ll excuse me,” he said dismissively, and Lux narrowed her eyes.

She stomped over to his desk,
grabbed the pen from his hand, and threw it across the room.

“No I will
not
excuse you.
You call your men right now and tell them to remove those blocks! We have a new
band debuting, we need that club cleared.”

He rose from his chair and walked
around the desk to stand before her. Her little display of anger had turned him
on beyond reason. He looked into her eyes to see the thin, gold flecks sparking
in the hazel-brown depths. She was something else; something he still couldn’t
put his finger on. He’d never met anyone like her before. She, alone, managed
to provoke these foreign emotions in him.

“And what would you do for me in
return?” he asked unflinchingly.

“I’ll hold off on exposing all of
those dirty little secrets.”

“Of course you will; that’s your
leverage. If you use that card now, you won’t have it when you need it. Besides
if I really cared, I would have already done something about it.”

“You did. You called off the
original wrecking date.”

“I had a deal with the governor I
needed to see to before I let you release those photos. Our deal is set in
stone; those pictures could never affect it now.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“I don’t want your money; I have
more than enough as it is.” He took another step towards her.

“Then I would thank you and tell
you that you’re not the egomaniacal, tyrannical, greedy, hotheaded, spoiled,
dream-wrecking yuppie that I believed you were.”

“I could pay a room full of
people to tell me that. What could you give to me that I can’t buy from someone
else?”

“What. Do. You. Want? Stop
playing games and just tell me.”

“Recently,
very
recently,
I’ve come across something that I may want almost as much as that property.”

“What is it?”

“Not what… who.”

“What do you mean by
whom
?”
her irritation was growing with his fragmented sentences.

“By who, I mean
you
.” When
he spoke, his words seemed to echo through her head at top volume. “Your
attitude is refreshing, albeit infuriating. I would love to have you at my
disposal.”

“Like I would ever willingly be
at your disposal. I’m not into servitude.”

“Servitude is the perfect word
because you
would
serve me; day and night. Make no mistake about that.”
He stepped closer as she stepped back.

“Do you mean serve you as in:
your personal lap dog -slash- assistant slave?” she raised her chin haughtily
despite the look of repulsion that she wore.

“No, as in my: on all fours, legs
spread wide while I’m shoving my cock in various holes- slash- full-time
slave.”

She looked at him for a moment
while the impact of his words hit her like a brick. She stood there for what
seemed like an hour while his words fully penetrated and her body responded
accordingly.

“Over my dead body,” she retorted
although the thought shot a spark of electricity through her nether region and
her vagina was beginning to heat up.

“I’m not into that; I want you
alive and begging. I would love to hear that reckless mouth of yours begging me
to make you come.” 

He grabbed her hand and squeezed
for a moment before she yanked it back.

His words continued to shock her;
and for the first time in her life, she was actually speechless. Although she
could not form a conscious thought in her head, she could feel the moisture
begin to seep from her vagina. She had to get out of this room…
now
!
This was one area where she was obviously defenseless. She could combat against
anything with him, except this. She knew her limitations.

Sensing her resistance, he
grabbed her by the back of her neck and slammed his lips against hers. He felt
it immediately, that spark she hid deep inside was ignited. Then just as
quickly as she had silently consented, she yanked back. She pulled her hand
back to slap him, but he caught her wrist and held it tight.

“If you slap me, then I get to
slap your breasts until you apologize for your behavior. We both know how
stubborn you are; I got a feeling I’ll be smacking those tits all night.”

“You can’t talk to me like that,”
she protested as she mentally begged her body to cool down.

“Think nasty thoughts,
disgustingly vile thoughts!”
She internally chanted.