Chapter Eighteen

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Ch. 18

“You are mad at me,” I commented to Brooks as he walked a few steps ahead of me.  We just finished practice.  Over the last week and a half, very few words were said between us.  It could have something to do with the fact that as a team we were playing like complete shit, but I had a feeling it had more to do with what had happened between Lana and me.  The practice after the Halloween party he slammed me hard into the boards and growled, “Get your head out of your ass, Captain.”  Since then, the only time he acknowledged me was during games and practice.  Of course, even then it wasn’t very pleasant.

Some of the other guys on the team were also treating me differently.   Alzner wasn’t as quick to joke around with me and Carly had started to act removed.  Sasha made his opinion known, but like the good friend he is, he let it drop after he said his piece.  Nicky and Green just stayed as neutral as Switzerland, which I’m sure it had to do with the fact that if they picked my side, they wouldn’t be able to feel comfortable eating Lana’s sweet treats.

Brooks looked at me and just shrugged.

“It has to do with Lana.”

He looked over at me and shrugged again.

“I’m seeing Maria…”  I began.

Brooks stopped at this and turned to me.  “Of course you are seeing Maria…” the sarcasm dripped from the tone of his voice.  “Well, that’s good because she’s the perfect Russian girlfriend.”

“We have a lot more in common than Lana and I,” I continued.  “I just don’t think things would work out with Lana and me.”  I said the words just like I had rehearsed them in my head ever since she left me to walk back upstairs in just my underwear.  It had been a little embarrassing to be left in such an awkward position at my own party.  Lana had definitely gotten the last say in that ordeal.

“That’s right.  It wouldn’t work out because she’s too good for you,” he spit.  “Ya know, she had questioned me at one time if it was a lost cause between the two of you and I told her no, because I thought she was actually the first woman you were interested who might actually be able to balance you out.”

I just kind of looked at him.  If it was one thing I learned over the last few years, when Brooks talks, you listen.

“I told her that despite being opposites, you were matched well for the simple fact that you need a strong, sincere woman who is going to put up with your craziness and be there when you want to leave it all behind.  I mean seriously, Alex.  She pours out her heart to you and instead of going and groveling, you decide to just go on about your life like she never existed.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets and stood there for a moment, knowing whatever I said was going to get me yelled at.  It was like dealing with my Grammy or Mother when I was in trouble for something.  “She not like the other girls…” I began.  Brooks snorted, shook his head and began walking away.  I quickly caught up with him and began pleading my case.  “She has no clue about my life.  I mean, she was learning, but it seemed like too much work,” I said, wishing it suddenly didn’t feel I like was pulling at thin strings of excuses.  “I like women who do what I want when I want.”

“A relationship isn’t a fucking dictatorship,” Brooks said simply.  “Plus, heaven forbid you actually get involved in something that needs a little work put into it.”

I shook my head at the blatant Russian remark and ignored the lazy comment before starting again.  “Besides, I just don’t think she is that strong woman you talk of.  I mean, she doesn’t seem overly comfortable with my status, she seems overwhelmed by it.”

“Wouldn’t you be at first?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.  “I mean seriously Alex, it’s not like she had a clue what she was getting into except for what she probably heard from her friends, but your pushy ways get you everything, so she probably didn’t have a chance to begin with.”

“You make me sound like a monster…”

“You are when you play with a good woman like that.”

“Then why don’t you date her?!”  I cried out of frustration.  I had heard enough about how much of a bad person I was.  Of course I wasn’t going to tell him how I truly felt about Lana.  How strong she truly was and how she opened my eyes to that during our time in my garage and how I dreamed about her almost every night and found myself wishing that it was her dark hair splayed across my pillow instead of Maria’s blonde hair. 

He opened his mouth to say something, closed it and then just stood there looking at me stupidly.  The silence was deafening and suddenly I found myself regretting the words.  “So you do like her.”

He stayed looking at me for a moment and then turned to walk away and jealousy suddenly pumped through my veins.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I called after him.

“You said yourself that you are dating Maria and that Lana doesn’t fit into your fantasy picture…” Brooks called back.

I stood there and stomped my foot like a spoiled child.  “This is bullshit!”

“Not my fault you’re such a dumb, blind asshole.”

“I wasn’t being serious!”

“I am.”

I hadn’t heard one word from Alex since the Halloween party, and in all honesty I wasn’t surprised nor disappointed.  I said what I wanted and I felt at peace with everything.  The one thing that did bother me was watching Alex playing hockey.  The team was doing horrible and Alex’s attitude didn’t seem to be helping things.

“This team is pissing me off!  I just don’t understand how they can play so shitty day in and day out!” Faith cried.  “I already told John there is no sex until he and the team can string together more than 2 wins in a row…”

I was standing in the kitchen making myself a cup of hot tea as she went on her rant.  Something told me that she had already broken that threat because he left the house this morning looking quite happy with himself.  “This is exactly why I don’t watch sports!” I sang loudly.  “How can you let something that is completely out of your hands make you so angry?!  It’s totally not worth it!” I continued.

“Oh shut it, Miss I Pout Every Time Someone I Like Gets Kicked off of Hells Kitchen!” Faith snapped.  “There is no difference.”

“I beg to differ…”

“You can beg and differ all you want, but it’s the same damn thing!” Becky added her own two cents before throwing the remote at the TV.  Luckily for us all, it did a nose dive into the carpet before any damage could be done.

“Is there a game even on?” I asked, finally looking at the TV to see Alex’s picture plastered on the TV with a headline under it that said, “Is the Captain the Real Problem?”  It was a very unflattering picture of him, but I still couldn’t help but look at it longer than I should have.

“No, thank God.  In fact, that’s probably a good point.  I should be happy tonight since they have no chance in losing if they aren’t playing tonight,” Becky laughed cynically.

I just shook my head and took a sip of my tea.  Both Becky and Faith sat on the edge of the couch with their chins in their hands, staring like zombies at the TV.  They didn’t flinch when the doorbell rang.  I looked down at my ratty PJ pants and pink fuzzy slippers and frowned.  I wasn’t really in the best of shape to answer the door, but it didn’t look like the other two were going to answer it, so I shuffled over to the door and opened it.

“Brooks!” I exclaimed, flinching as the cold air hit me.  “Come on in!” I smiled and stepped back.  His eyes sparkled when he smiled and nodded his head before moving into the house.  He was wrapped in what looked to be an expensive black leather coat, dark jeans, grey beanie and matching scarf.  His ice blue eyes sparkled even in the dim porch light.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should have called, but I was in the area and decided to stop in to say hi instead,” he said quickly, almost sounding a little nervous.

“If you don’t mind my frumpy attire, then it’s all good,” I giggled as I offered to take his coat from him.  I was definitely surprised by his drop in visit, but it didn’t feel awkward considering he had been texting me the last few weeks since the Halloween Party.  He had even called me a couple times when they were on their latest road trip.  Him and his girlfriend Carrie had broken up and with all the bad things going on with the team, I guess he found it easier to talk to me.  I can’t lie though; I began looking forward to his calls and texts.  After everything that happened with Alex, it was nice to have a drama free friendship with a guy, especially with a guy who was as good looking as Brooks.  Seeing him in person tonight however, reminded me how handsome he really was.

“Hey Brooks!” Faith called out from the living room. 

Becky almost fell off the couch when she turned to look over.  “Hi Brooks!” she squeaked, just catching herself before hitting the floor.

Thankfully both girls had seemed to get past their fan-girl tendencies; no doubt that had everything to do with Faith and Carly dating.

Brooks and I laughed before heading to the kitchen.  “Do you want anything to drink?  I was just making myself a cup of hot tea…” I said to Brooks.

“Rough day?” he asked, nodding that he would take a cup.

I sighed, stretching up to grab another mug from the cabinet.  “Yeah, I really need to find a new helper.  With the holiday stuff coming up quickly, I’m swamped.”

“Have you had anyone put in for the job?”

“I have, but no one that seems like they have any real promise.  Maybe I’m too picky, I don’t know,” I admitted, almost dumping the sugar can as I tried to grab a mug.

Brooks was there in no time, grabbing the mug and the can of sugar before a mess could ensue.  To do so, his body pressed up behind mine and he was soon in my personal space, causing my heart-rate to instantly spike.

“I always do that…” I said quietly.

“Ever think of rearranging your cabinets?” Brooks chuckled, taking a step back and holding the mug up in front of him, smiling.

“You are making fun of my height,” I frowned.

“I never said one thing about your height,” he defended with a wink.

I took the mug from his hand and filled it with hot water from my teapot.  “So what brings you here?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

Brooks leaned up against the kitchen counter and watched me intently for a moment before answering.  “I was in the area and realized it had been a while since I saw you…” he said quietly.

I turned around, placed the teabag in the cup and handed the mug to him, unable to stop a small smile from coming across my face.  “I see.”

“Are you busy?” he asked in an amused tone.

I took a sip out of my own mug and shrugged my shoulders.  “I don’t know, I just got changed and was ready to head out to go clubbing…”

Brooks laughed easily.  “Yeah, you definitely look ready to hit the club.  The pink fuzzy slippers will have every guy pulling you onto the dance floor.”

“You don’t like my fuzzy slippers?!” I asked, feigning shock.

Somehow he wiped off his smile and put on a face that totally looked like a serious professor.  “I’m sure they’d look better if they didn’t clash with your red and black penguin pajama pants.”

As soon as I started laughing, Brooks’ smile came back and he was laughing too.

“I’m actually in the mood to rent a movie on Netflix if you’re interested,” I asked without much hesitation after I caught my breath.

“A nice quiet night is exactly what I was looking for,” he smiled gratefully.

A couple minutes later we were down in my room arguing over which movie we’d watch.  After picking Easy A; Brooks made himself comfy by kicking off his shoes and propping himself up with my pillows and patted the empty space next to him.

“This is the life!” Abe exclaimed as we took our normal perch to overlook the crowd at Opera.  “It has to be a sin to have this many women falling at our feet!”

I laughed out loud and wrapped my arm around a blonde minx, pulling her against me and kissing her roughly before pushing her away from me before Maria got back from the bathroom.  Abe was right.  This was the life, unfortunately though, life was not what it had been for me.  Life on the ice had quickly gone south, so far south that I was sure we were camping out somewhere near the South-Pole.  As Captain and the top rated player in the league, everyone was looking at me for answers.  The more questions they asked, the more I ran away from them by hiding in the night clubs.  Usually the tough patches came and went, but for some reason this time it seemed this tough patch was never going to end.  The discord in the locker room was at its worst and now Bruce was fired.  Tomorrow started a new regime in Washington.  Dale Hunter was now in charge and I knew things were only going to get worse, so tonight, I was out with Abe and Maria, looking for something to soothe my restlessness.

“Here ya go,” Maria purred, handing me another shot of Vodka.  I nodded my thanks before slinging it back, allowing the burn to take my breath away for a moment.  I slammed the shot glass on the tray of a passing bar-girl and sighed loudly.  Once again I went back to watching the dance floor and must have zoned out because I jumped when Maria whispered into my ear.  “You seem a million miles away, Sasha,” she said in our native tongue.  “Where are you my prince?”

I just shrugged and frowned.  She was right.  I was far away and I somehow needed to find my way back.

Chapter Seventeen

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Ch. 17

“Nyet!” she growled.  “I told you, no hands, Alex!”

I was fairly sure that my knuckles had red welts across them, but having her boss me around and be in charge had my attention more than anything.  I didn’t think she had it in her, but like any other time during this short-lived romance, she surprised me.  “What you want, Mistress Lana?”  She was rough, but her southern softness wouldn’t allow her to be all-out violent. 

“I just want you to keep your hands to yourself,” she bit back.  “Don’t touch me.”

“But you’re so soft and beautiful,” I whined as her tits drug tantalizingly across my chest.  I was lying, naked, on the cold, cement floor of my garage and Lana was straddled over-top of me.  Her dress was rolled down to her waist, freeing her large breasts that I just wanted to cup with my hands, but she was having none of it.  Her red lip-stick was smeared around her lips from me roughly kissing and biting her.  Her once sleek, pulled back hair was sticking out all over the place, with a few pieces laying errantly on her naked shoulders.  She was a hot mess and I was immensely enjoying my punishment. 

There was nothing like being commanded to make a beautiful woman come by just using my mouth.  Just a few moments before, she was sitting on my face and the only thing I could hold onto was her leather clad calves that were on either side of my head.  She tasted just like she had that day I ate her out on my dining room table.  This time however, she wasn’t shy.  She cried out and every other word out of her mouth was “fuck yes,” or “I fucking hate you.”  It made me want to make her come even harder than before.  When I slipped my hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass, she slapped me with her twitch across the top of my thighs.  Of course that got my attention quickly.  I squeezed her ass once more for good measure and put my hands back where they belonged before smiling to myself and going back to work.

She thought she was in control, but it was truly me who was in control.  I knew the longer I had her panting, the easier it was going to be to get her to begin begging for me to fuck her.  It was only going to be a matter of time.  However, I couldn’t complain as she made her way down to my dick and with her mouth, she took me.

“Fuck Lana,” I hissed as she drug her teeth, not so gently up and down the length of my hardened shaft.  I will admit, I didn’t really think she would be the one to go down on a guy, but as she was proving, she had a lot more going for her than I had originally expected.  When she wrapped her hand around me and gently squeezed while sucking me off, it took all I had not to wrap my fingers in her hair and guide her.  Instead I fisted my hands on either side of me and watched her work.

This was not me.  I am the mild mannered southern girl who was more than a little freaked out by having sex on Alex’s dining room table just a week ago.  Now here I was with a couple glasses of alcohol and clad in a tight dominatrix dress, giving a blow-job to my cheating, lying ass, Russian boyfriend or ex-boyfriend for that matter.  It was completely insane and I was beginning to rethink things until he gave me the most amazing orgasm while I sat on his face.  He wasn’t supposed to be this good, but he was and he had me going against everything I had learned or knew.

I thought I was getting him back by not finishing him off.  In fact I was smiling to myself when I somehow got up off the floor and began pulling my dress up, in hopes I could make myself presentable enough to at least walk out the front door.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, scrambling to get his naked body off the floor.

“It’s been fun, but I’ve had enough,” I said honestly.  I would go home with a smile on my face knowing I probably gave him the biggest case of blue-balls known to man.

My first mistake was turning my back to him.

The second was underestimating Alex Ovechkin.

Before I could even let out a protest, I was lying on my back, on the hood of the matte, black car.  The sounds of ripping material filled my ears.  “Alex!” I tried to cry, but his lips were on mine in a heartbeat, kissing me into the cold metal and into oblivion.  His tongue twisted around mine and his hands were all over me.  It took a minute for me to realize that I too was now completely naked, save the boots and he was pressing his large thickness between my dripping wet folds.  Instead of a cry of protest, a cry of pleasure ripped from my mouth as he pulled back to let out his own moan.

He hit me deep and hard.  The only choice I had was to wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper.  “Fuck meeeeee…” I cried.

“Yes,” was all he said.  My nails drug down his back and I bit into his neck and shoulder.  When he did a push up to reposition himself, I bit his chest, hard, causing him to curse in Russian.  I was furious at him and at myself.  I didn’t want it to feel this good.  I didn’t want him to have the control over me.  It was obvious that whatever thoughts I had about being over him, were just a mirage this past week.

I was not allowing her to walk away without finishing me off.  Besides, all I could think about was burying myself deep into her like I had just a week ago.  As soon as she was wrapped around me, I remembered how good she had felt a week ago and why I felt comfortable with her.

I didn’t allow her to get nervous or revert back to her normal vanilla sex habits.  She stayed somewhat in character, using her anger towards me to make sex even hotter.  I flinched a bit when her nails dug in, but I just used that as more of a reason to fuck her harder.

Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be fucking Lana on the hood of my car, in fact, I would have thought it would have been Maria I would have done it with, but when I pressed my hands on the hood and pushed myself up so that I could get a good look at her under me, I realized I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.  Her hair splayed out around her, eyes rolled back in her head while her first orgasm rolled over her, she looked amazing.

“Alex…” she said urgently when I stepped back to pull her leg up onto my shoulder for a different angle.  I ran my tongue down the heel of her boot and then looked over at her, still resting my head on the boot.

“This is hot,” I squeezed her ankle and pushed deep inside of her again.

She smiled lazily and rested her palms on my chest.  As I fucked her, I couldn’t help but stay focused on her beautiful face.

Alex came, hard.  I also came for the second time and I held tightly onto him until we both stopped convulsing.  He leaned down kissed me softly on the lips and then on the head before pulling out and walking away to grab his clothing, leaving me to somehow get off the hood of his car without leaving a scratch behind.

Quietly, I stood there and wrapped my arms around myself.  The music was still pumping through the house.  I cleared my throat to garner his attention.  I watched him pulled up his tight underwear brieifs before spinning around to look at me.  A cocky smile turned up his lips.

“Lana,” he said simply.

“I meant what I said,” I bit, beginning to shiver as my body returned to its normal state.

“About what?” he played back.

“About hating you,” I said, trying my hardest to sound truthful.

“You couldn’t hate a fly,” he said simply.

“You mean I couldn’t hurt a fly,” I corrected him.

“That too,” he chuckled.

“Why?  Why would you just drop me like that?  I trusted you,” I continued, feeling tears of anger beginning to threaten.

I watched him.  His shoulders were holding high until I spoke the words about trusting him and suddenly they slouched and he looked defeated as he stood there just a few feet from me, in his skivees.

“Ya know, you made comments about me being nervous around you and playing that card with me.  Funny because the more I think about it, you are just as nervous around me,” I finished with an ironic chuckle.  “I’m not your type.  I’m not the skinny Russian blonde who is dazzled by your rich, playboy ways.  I’m just the innocent, American girl who has fallen for your roughish charms and loves you for your laughter and blue eyes.  I don’t give a shit about your expensive cars or the way you can drop $100 bills without blinking an eye.  I’m just the girl who loves hearing stories about your childhood and the way you make fun of me for mispronouncing your native language despite trying my hardest to learn.  When ya figure out that I’m what you want, then I’ll be waiting for ya.  Until you get that figured out, I don’t want to see or hear from you.  Go be Alex the great Ovechkin.  I’ll just keep being Lana.”  By the time I was finished, the tears were rolling down my cheeks and I had slipped on his jeans and pulled on his plaid cotton shirt.  No way in hell was I going to walk upstairs naked.  He ruined my costume and my night, but I was going to get away from here fully clothed.

….

“Where is your dress?!” Becky hissed as I walked over to her and the rest of the group I had been dancing with before all hell broke loose.

“In Alex’s garage.”

“You are wearing Alex’s outfit…” Faith said stupidly, she was trashed and Carly wasn’t much better.

“I need a ride home,” I said plainly.  I felt numb and hardened.  I’m fairly sure I was having one of those outer body experiences and that a robot was controlling my words and actions at the moment.

“I’ll give you one,” Brooks said quietly, slipping a comforting arm around my shoulder and squeezing it.  “Especially since I’m fairly sure this is all my fault.”

I looked over at him and smiled sadly.  “If anyone needs a ride, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Soon I was sitting in the passenger seat of his old Escalade and we were driving down the empty Arlington streets towards my home.

“I’m sorry Lana…I really thought he would be different with you…”

I reached across the console and placed my hand on his thigh, willing him to stop.  “Don’t worry about it Brooks.  I should have known better.  In all honesty, I do believe he was different with me.  The problem is, Alex just isn’t ready to stick to that on a permanent basis,” I said easily, realizing I was stronger than I had ever believed myself to be.  “I told him that when he was ready, I’d be here.”

“That might take him a few more years,” Brooks said honestly.

“Then if I’m not single anymore, it’s his loss,” I laughed tiredly.

“You’re too good for him Lana.”

We were now stopped in front of my driveway, so when I looked over at Brooks, he was dangerously close to me.  I put my hand on his cheek and just smiled.  “I might be, but only the good Lord upstairs knows the reasons He matches us with the people He does,” I said, reciting a line my Grammy always used.  She too had been too good for the man I called my Grandfather.  She had always told me the story about how he was the playboy of Clarion County and how she could have had so many better men, but God said she was meant to tame my Grandpa.  When the time was right, she did and she turned him into the man he was supposed to be.  Of course I always laughed at the story, but now I was beginning to see that her story might be true and that I was likely following in her footsteps.

Brooks smiled at this, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Goodnight.”

I whispered the same, slid out of the Escalade and carefully walked up my front steps in the dangerous boots I swore I would be putting on EBay the very next morning.

Chapter Sixteen

Howdy All!!

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And i know no one keeps you on guard
More than i do
but i don't have to tell you that
Better watch yourself, you know me well
Im on your trail and here i come

Tell your heart heads up

And i don't get it
I don't know what you want
Honey you better
Tell your heart heads up

Faith’s Snookie outfit was hilarious.  Carly came bouncing into the house like he owned the place and had The Situtation’s mannerisms down to a T.  Becky and I took pictures of them before shushing them out the door so that they could get to the party on time and we could get to our own plan for the evening. 

Once the coast was clear, Becky and I did a few shots of pre-game liquor and changed into our own Halloween Costumes.  One of the girls from her work was throwing a big party and Becky insisted I go along with her.  She also looked at it as an opportunity to get me out and meeting new people once more.  Of course she wouldn’t take no for an answer and after picking out my costume the other day; I was actually kind of excited for this party.  It was my own way of making fun of my short lived romance with Alex.

I was a Russian Dominatrix.

The costume gave me a feminine power-trip.  The tight leather get-up accented my curvy body and covered the areas that I usually felt most self-conscious about.  Walking in the thigh high black stiletto boots wasn’t going to be the easiest task for me. Add in the black half-mask that was impeding my vision, it was shaping up to be one hazardous night. But I was counting on my determination and newly found self-esteem boost to make it work.

My confidence wavered a bit when Becky turned onto an all familiar street.

“Becky?” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Why are we on the same street that Alex lives on?” I continued whispering, suddenly catching a glimpse of Carly’s car as we passed it.  It seemed the Team Halloween party was being held at Alex’s house.

“Trisha lives a few houses down from his house,” Becky announced happily.  When I didn’t say anything, she added, “We are going to have sooo much more fun!”

The smile on her face was convincing enough to make me smile and nod back in agreement.  Suddenly though, I was glad to have a few shots of Southern Comfort in my system. 

“Hey Faith!” I said happily, tugging playfully at her dark-haired Snookie wig.  John was fist pumping to every song that came across the speakers and sadly his Jersey accent was coming through loud and clear.  I was now sure he hid his Jersey tendencies when around us and tonight, he was just acting like himself.  Faith turned to look at me, but instead of a smile, she was glaring.  I decided not to ask her how Lana was; already knowing whatever answer she was going to give me was not going to be a good one.  “Have fun,” I smiled, quickly walking away before she could go psychotic chick on me.

After greeting everyone there, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a shot of vodka.  My date, Maria and Abe’s girlfriend, Gretchen came dancing into the kitchen a few moments later.  Maria and I had been together on a few occasions.  She is actually a Russian tennis player.  Abe had introduced us about a year ago at another party and any time she was over here in the states to do some training, her off-time was spent with me. 

Maria was an easy diversion.  When I got home from the away trip, Abe already had her over at my place practically waiting for me.  He agreed that Lana was just something out of the ordinary for me and that I needed someone who was more my type.  Of course this didn’t stop me from having the urge to text or stop in and see Lana when I arrived home from the road trip.  I still found myself thinking about her at the most odd times.  One of those times was this morning when Maria made Blini for breakfast for the two of us.  For some reason, it didn’t taste as good as when Lana and I made it and it almost didn’t seem as fun when Maria spoke perfect Russian when reciting the recipe.   

Sometimes it was more serious than not between Maria and I, but tonight I was just looking forward to having some fun.  The way she licked her lips every time she looked at me, I figured tonight would be just one more check-mark in that box aside of her name.  She looked smoking hot in a tiny-American Indian costume, despite having bleach-blonde hair; she complimented my own costume nicely.  We were a sexy version of Cowboys and Indians.

“Alex, come dance with me, baby,” she purred in smooth Russian.

I allowed her to lead me out of the kitchen, hi-fived Mikee when he nodded his approval look and took in the sites as we walked.  Maria was already dancing up on me before we were even stopped.  Laughing, I began to move with her.  Everything was perfect until my DJ began playing some country music.  It was then I noticed the group in the middle of my make-shift dance floor.  They were all calling for Alzner to come over and join them in doing some silly line-dance.  He hastily brushed by me and immediately reached out to grab the hand of a girl I hadn’t noticed when I made my welcoming rounds.  She was in a Little Bo-Beep outfit and her arm was connected to another girl I had definitely not seen earlier.  Brooks’ arm was wrapped around her waist and he was having as much fun as the others.  By the primary looks of the girl he was holding onto, it was no surprise; she was smoking hot.

The black stiletto boots were thigh high.  The black leather dress looked like it had been painted onto her.  Her dark, thick hair was pulled back into a tight, sleek, bun.  Her lips were glossed in a deep cherry red and as soon as I heard her laughter, I realized why she looked so familiar.  She was not Brooks’ Spanish Senorita; instead she was my Russian Dominatrix.

“SLAP!”  The crack of my leather twitch echoed down the street as I tested my skills on Becky.  Her scream lit up the night, causing a group of people also in costumes to look and then laugh as she rubbed her butt.  She was in a tiny Little Bo-Beep costume, so it was easy to crack her ass as she was bending in her car to grab her stuffed-sheep.

“Lana!” she cried.  “Really?!”

I was laughing too hard to make much sense.  “I couldn’t help myself,” I wheezed, taking a step forward and almost tumbling over from the curb I failed to see, due to my site-blocking mask.  “Shit!  This is going to be dangerous!” I reached out to the street sign to save myself, but I suddenly didn’t need it.  Instead, I was rendered safe by a warm, strong arm wrapping around my waist.

“Why do I always end up saving you from falling over?” a familiar voice chuckled.

“Why are you always late to parties?” I joked, slowly turning in his arms and every so slightly sliding my mask up so that I could see my savior.  It was Brooks.  He was dressed in a Zoro costume and without a doubt gave Antonio Banderas a run for his money as the sexiest Zoro I had ever seen.

“I’m fairly sure it’s because sexy men like him have every right to be fashionably late to everything,” Becky swooned un-ashamedly.  I lightly smacked her across the stomach with my twitch, but she was still drooling.

Brooks laughed out loud and just tipped his hat to my now hyperventilating friend.  “So did Alex finally invite you?” he turned back and asked me.

I shook my head no and Becky answered his question.  “No, we are actually heading to my friend Trisha’s house just right over there,” she pointed down the street.  “This was the only parking spot close enough for Little Miss Weeble-Wobble to actually have a chance to make it to the front door without skinning her knees too badly.”

“Thanks Becky,” I sighed as Brooks laughed, slowly unwinding his arm from me as if he was testing me, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stand on my own.

“Besides, Alex doesn’t deserve to get a glimpse of her looking this hot,” Becky continued happily, slamming her car door shut.

“This is very true,” Brooks agreed, looking at me with satisfaction, sending a small shiver through me.  I’m positive that even the Dahli Lama himself would go weak in the knees when looking into those beautiful blue eyes.  “You both look good,” he nodded to Becky who just winked at him.  He paused a moment before piping up a question that would change all of our plans for the night.  “What if I asked you ladies to be my dates?  I didn’t ask anyone because of my girlfriend, but I hate going stag all the time…Are you expected to be there?” he inquired.

“I-I…I don’t think that would be a good idea…” I stuttered as quickly as I could, but Becky was a lot louder than me with her answer.

“I think that would be an awesome idea!” she squeaked, quickly shooting me a look to shut my mouth.  She shuffled over to Brooks’ one side, slid her arm through his and both stood there staring at me.  So much for Alex not deserving to get a glimpse of me!!

“There is no choice here, is there?” I sighed.

“You want a way to get back at Alex?” Brooks asked suddenly.  I shrugged and bit my lip.  “Well, you will get him back by just marching past him in that sexy-ass outfit.”

I left out a loud laugh and smacked him in the arm with the twitch before taking my place on his other arm.  I slid my mask down over my eyes, took a breath and put myself in character.  I had never been one to get revenge, but like I said before, this costume came with a sense of empowerment that I was suddenly left clinging to.

“Alex…?!” Maria called, but I wasn’t paying attention to her.  I was already on the move towards Lana who was spanking Nicky with her leather twitch.  Faith was the first to notice me.  She attempted to get Lana’s attention but it was too late, I was already tapping Lana on the shoulder.

She turned, bit her lip and finally looked up at me.  “Alex.”

“I didn’t invite you,” I said stupidly.

“No, but I did,” Brooks interjected, making his presence known by sending me a look of fair warning.

Everyone just stood still for a moment before Lana said, “I can go…”

“No, don’t…” I began, but I couldn’t finish because Maria came over at this point and began dancing up on me again.

“Dance with me, cowboy!” she whined.

It didn’t even take a second for Lana to bolt away with a disgusted look on her face.  The same look I had seen the morning I dropped Dawn off at her house.

That sudden sense of empowerment and confidence completely flew out the door the instant his “date” came over and began riding him like the cowboy he was.  The bile rose in the back of my throat and despite being unstable in my boots all night, I was now able to move faster than ever to get out of that room.

It was all a bad idea.  I should have never worn the costume, should have never allowed Brooks and Becky to talk me into coming to the party, and I should have never allowed myself to get involved with Alex.  It was all a huge mistake.

At first I wanted to laugh when I turned to find Alex in a cowboy get-up.  How ironic.  We were playing each other but it didn’t matter, he had already found himself somebody new.  I quickly made it through the group of people and opened the door I had thought was the bathroom, only to find it was the steps that led to Alex’s basement.  At that point, it didn’t really bother me where it led; I just needed to get away from him.

I ripped off my silly mask before carefully maneuvering myself down the dark stairs.  I searched the wall for a light-switch, but instead a found another door that I opened and closed behind me.  The cool air of his garage was exactly what I needed at the moment.

Everything happened in a blur.  Lana was gone in the blink of an eye.  Faith and Becky were suddenly arguing with Maria, Brooks was cursing at me and I was just trying to figure out which door Lana walked through.  I threw up my hands and pushed my way through the crowd of people.  Some were still dancing and having a good time, others were curiously watching the drama continuing to unfold.  I didn’t really care about either things at the moment.  All I wanted to know was where Lana went.

I looked over at Abe who just nodded to the basement door.  The silent communication went unnoticed and a moment later I was quietly moving down the steps, afraid that I might scare her out the door before I could get to her.  If I believed everything I had said to myself and to Sasha over the last week, there should have been no reason to follow her down here.  If I thought I could just forget her and walk away, then it shouldn’t have mattered what she was dressed in tonight and it shouldn’t have mattered that Brooks brought her as his date.  Unfortunately, all the neurons in my brain were saying otherwise.

Once I got to the bottom of the steps, I flipped on the light, half expecting to find her curled up on one of my leather recliners in the game room.  But instead, I found nothing.  I took a couple peeks around the room and then glanced over at the door that led out to the garage.  I walked over and slowly opened the door.  The light from the game room shone out into the cold room that housed my most prized possession at the moment, the Batmobile.  When I opened the door all the way, the light revealed not only my car, but also the sexy silhouette of Lana, leaning on the hood of the car.  It was that moment I realized the true reason I came down here to find her.

I was sitting on the hood of his prized car, my left boot resting on the front bumper as my right boot was planted firmly on the painted cement floor, supporting my weight.  Both of my hands were flat on the hood, supporting the upper half of me as I sat there trying to gain some sort of composure.

I knew he would be down to look for me.  Can’t say I was totally surprised that it only took him a few minutes to find me, but it was his reaction that I threw me off guard.

“I’ve been bad, Mistress Lana,” his echoed in the cinder-block and metal room.  “But I need you to show me how bad I’ve really been,” he continued, shutting the door behind him and slowly taking steps towards me.

I stayed frozen.  A million thoughts were rolling through my head.  My eyes had to once again adjust to the darkened room and I jumped just slightly when I felt his large, warm hand touch my bent, left leg.  He slowly pushed it up the outside of my thigh and began a path towards the inside of it until I stopped him with the smack of my hand.

“You have no right,” I hissed.  “Get your dirty hands off of me,” I continued through my teeth.  I meant the words, but the warm sensation flowing through me, told a completely different story.  I wanted his hands all over me.

Before I could even debate what to do next, Alex was all over me.  His hand forcefully pushed up the inside of my thigh and headed to home as he pressed his body in between my legs.  His other hand grabbed for my tightly wound hair, roughly pulling at it to expose my neck.  My breath became stuck in my throat when his lips came in contact with it.  My hope of getting out of here alive was quickly fading.  “Mistress Lana, punish me,” he said in a thick accent, the same thickened accent that told me the blood was not allowing him to focus on his English because it was pooling in his other head.

I almost didn’t get my words out.  His fingers were pushing firmly on my engorged clit, almost blocking out any sense of direction I had left.  “I already told you,” I hissed again, but this time I used my boot to fully get his attention, pushing my foot firmly into his crotch, “Get your dirty hands off of me.”

He immediately took a step back and put his hands in the air.  My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkened room, and I could only smile when I saw the look of surprise and lust on his face.  Two were going to play at this game.  This was all going to be on my terms.  I knew that once this was over I was probably going to regret it, but I also knew I was going to remember this night for a long time.  A smile curled up my lips.  I took a deep mental breath and stomped my left foot down onto the ground.

“Lock the door,” I commanded, sounding more sure than I was feeling.  When Alex turned, I grabbed my twitch and left it smack across his jean clad ass.  The sound echoed loudly in the garage and all I could do was let my head tip backwards as I laughed.