Chapter 3

I was a few blocks away when I saw his car at an intersection. I knew they were both in it, so I slowed down and followed them to Casa del Whore. When they parked, I was curious when he got out dressed as Han Solo. Of course—whom did he open the passenger door for? None other than the ever-so-slutty Tatooine slave girl, Leia, with chain and collar. I watched from the shadows as he escorted her to the front door. How dare she look good as one of my favorite characters? (Bitch still had nothing on my Twi’lek from last Comicon.)

I could smell his sexual tension, clearly eager to fuck her brains out. Shelby, however, was bored, tired, and had no intention of giving it up tonight—or (gasp) ever! Oh, this was rich! I darted across the street as they paused at the open door, stepping up behind them. I felt his frustration as she denied him a lover’s kiss—merely pecking him on the cheek instead. “Good night, Brian,” she said tiredly. “This evening was fun.”

He hesitated as his dreams of heavy sex vaporized.

My laughter was musical and scornful as I took the chain from her hand. “Ah, poor Brian,” I chided as they whirled in surprise, “Dumping me in the hope of getting a piece from this frigid little cunt.” I removed my hood and grinned smugly at their shocked faces.

“Chels—” he stammered, “What? How?”

Shelby started to speak, but I held up a hand and pinched my thumb and forefinger together. Her mouth snapped shut, rendering her silent.

“How what, dear Brian?” I chided, wrapping the chain around my other hand, “even if she intended to fuck you, did you really think she’d be better than me?”

“But ... you,” he shook his head in denial, “you disappeared—”

“I ... I...” I mocked him.

“—a year ago!”

Wait. What?

To a creature like me, a year is just a piss in the bushes—but I was still new to this. A year? I’ve been dead ... undead, or not-quite-alive for a FUCKING year? What the actual fuck?

I could tell from their minds that it was true. A simpering whisper disrupted my thoughts.

“Chelsea?” When did his voice become so annoying? “Is it really you?”

I glared up at him. “Of course, it’s really me you sniveling shit-wit!” I snapped. He stepped back, startled, and I turned to the Cuntess. “You’ve had him for an entire year?” I hissed, “And never—”

Her eyes were wide with fear as she stifled a cry.

“Fuck it,” I growled, “get inside, both of you. We’re having a party!” I jerked Leia’s chain and her head snapped forward as she stumbled into the house, falling to her knees. Brian meekly followed. The front door closed as I scanned the dwelling with my mind. I knew the entire floorplan of the two-story home, and that it was unoccupied. I pulled Shelby to her feet by her neck and dragged her up the stairs to her room. “C’mon lover boy,” I called. “Keep up.”

Inside her gaudy, pukey pink-fest room I compelled her to stand still while I closed her door with a thought. I turned to my ex. He seemed dubious and I realized he had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. I dropped the fake chain and stepped onto her bed lightly, twirling around without causing a dimple in the duvet. They both stared at me—one in terror and the other blank. I smiled brightly and decided to blow their little minds. My emerald eyes flared and my thin, black shroud disappeared with a puff of smoke. I stood before them in my naked, immortal glory—adorable tail poised over my shoulder.

“Shall we begin?” I asked coyly. I somersaulted in the air and landed on my toes facing Cuntess Leia. I flexed my ass cheeks as I looked back at my former beau. “Strip!” I ordered. I could have compelled him but it was more fun letting him fumble with his fake blaster, leather pants and boots.

I turned back to Shelby and released her from my psychic constraint. With a flick of my finger, I sent her collar and chain spinning across the room. She started to back away when my tail snapped forward and coiled tightly around her neck, cutting off a terrified squeak. “Oh no,” I crooned, “you are the star of our party.” I held her before me and began ripping her sexy gossamer robe. She wore a lacey bra beneath, which I sent flying as I slapped each of her C-cup titties.

“Stop,” she cried, “what are you doing? Get off me you crazy bitch!”

I giggled as I ripped the sash from her waist, causing the gown to fall to her feet. She made a feeble effort to cover her breasts and thong with her hands, but a squeeze of my tail forced her to grab at her neck instead. I relaxed my grip a bit and turned to find Brian standing with his leather pants around his bare feet. He never wore underwear. His erect cock poked straight out as he gaped at us.

Like a runway model, I sauntered up to him, dragging Shelby. I caressed his throbbing hard-on with a finger and kissed him softly on the lips. “Oh, my sweet, silly, Brian,” I cooed softly in his ear, “Doesn’t it piss you off that this stuck-up little cunt led you on for so long, with no intention of EVER letting you fuck her?” I nudged a suggestion and felt his dick twitch as he stared at her semi-naked body. “Don’t you want to rip off those sexy panties, throw her down and have your way with her?” He groaned with pent-up sexual longing.

Shelby whimpered as she struggled to free my tail from her neck. “No! Please! Brian, if you truly love me, you won’t do—” A pinch of my thumb and forefinger caused her mouth to snap shut again.