"The Benevolent Vampire" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: I don't want to imply that we are in any particular state, so I'm going to make up a city name below. Also, I found a wonderful tattoo, so the previous description is off a bit.)

"What the fuck, Millie?" Max chastised as he closed the door behind them and closed on her as well. He challenged her about her going missing for three days and coming back an entirely different person, "...with a tattoo and a thong. So again I ask...What the fuck, Millie?"

Initially, Millie's expression was of fear and panic; Max had gotten angry with her many times during their life, and more often than not, he'd been justified. Millie's hard life had led to some bad decisions, which had often led to an even harder life. Max had often come to the rescue when her mother hadn't been able to do so, and Millie appreciated him for that.

But then she giggled and playfully said, "Slap me on the ass again, Cuz. I liked that." She saw his reaction and laughed aloud, saying, "C'mon! I'm joking!" She began backing away from him as she donned her apron, saying, "There's nothing to tell. Emelia and I ... we had some fun. We used my truck to go to the city--"

The city, of course, meant Capital City, population 50,000, which was over 80 miles from Brownsville via the backroads on which they'd driven. She continued, "--and we partied a bit. Don't worry, Cuz: no drugs, and only a bit of drinking. Did some dancing, took in a Burlesque show. I was a good girl, promise!"

Smirking devilishly, she lifted her skirt again, this time intentionally exposing the firm, delicious ass cheek with its new tattoo. She said proudly, "Good work, isn't it?" This time Max had a chance to view the tattoo fully. Millie giggled again, asking, "Like it?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Max saw the fear and panic in Millie's eyes as he got angry at her, and part of him wanted to smile, because he hoped that that was the real Millie coming back to him, but then she was gone as quickly as she'd appeared, giggling as she all but dared him to do it again. The smile on her face, the laughter that came with it, everything about it was foreign, foreign and wrong. He pursued her as she backed away and donned the apron. Yes, he heard the story, the story about taking her truck eighty miles to capital city, using the back roads so that he hadn't seen her leave, partying a bit, but drugs and drinking responsibly, and just some dancing and a burlesque show. He almost scoffed at the end, because somebody who'd truly been good didn't need to say they'd been good. Sure, parts of the story were likely true, enough to fool a random stranger, and even likely a cop, but not him. He knew her better than that.

In the end though, it was the devilish smirk that pissed Max off the most. He wasn't normally prone to anger, but when she lifted her skirt and turned around, baring her ass again, with the thong that he knew that she'd have died before wearing before, he just lost it for a second.

"Do I like it?! Max asked, almost screaming as he slammed his hand into the cabinet beside her head, but even that was just a distraction as he pulled his other hand back, winding up fully before bringing it back forward with the full strength he had. "Yeah, about as much as you'll like THIS!"

The thunderous clapping sound of his right hand against her bare ass cheek probably could have been heard from out front, but Max didn't care. He was seething with anger at the person in front of him, demanding an explanation for the sudden change from the sweet but admittedly damaged girl that she had once been. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, or why she made him act this way, but he was going to get his answers, one way or the other.

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Do I like it?!" Max asked about Millie's new tattoo. "Yeah, about as much as you'll like THIS!"

She saw the slap to her ass coming, and she could have prevented it with a quick movement of her body or blocking blow of her hand. But she did neither, nor did she lower her skirt again to prevent the blow from coming down directly upon her bared skin.

The sound was thunderous through the kitchen and out into the rest of the bar, so much so that all three road construction workers heard it, with one standing and calling toward the back, "Hey! Is everything alright back there?"

In the kitchen, Millie winced at the sharp pain, her happy expression fading quickly. With the skirt still raised to show nearly one entire side of her ass and hip, she rubbed the already-reddening skin with a hand as she stared her cousin in the face for a long moment. Then she simply dropped her skirt, finished tying the apron around her waist, and went to work preparing the oil cooker for chicken, Jojos, and onion rings.

Out in the bar, more whistles and wolf calls began as Emelia -- now dressed in a low cutting, button up blouse and super-tight-fitting skinny jeans accented by four-inch spike heels -- came strolling into the tavern and up to the bar to tap a finger down on the bell next to the register.