Текст книги "Shiver : 13 Sexy Tales of Humor and Horror"

Автор книги: Belle Aurora

Соавторы: Penny Reid,Ruth Clampett
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Chapter Four

The DJ Nathan hired is set-up on the edge of the Batcave. To create the cave Nathan spent many of his free hours over the past six weeks sponge-painting and crumpling rolls of granite textured paper then stapling them to every surface in the garage. Tonight it’s up-lit with purple and blue lights. The glass case with Batman’s uniform and mission control board light up too. I’ve got to hand it to Nathan… this Batcave is really cool.

When we get to the kitchen, Curtis, who’s dressed as the Joker, is harassing Billie at the bar.

“Don’t wimp out on the punch, Harley! It needs a lot more vodka if it’s really going to be radioactive.”

She smirks at him and tips the bottle so that it guzzles into the mysterious lime green concoction.

Meanwhile Nick slams his camping lantern with the green bulb down on the counter and turns to Nathan. “Hey, why does Curtis get to be a cool villain in a sharp suit while the rest of us look like idiots in our spandex tights? I thought we had to dress as Superheroes.”

Dani sidles up to him, “But baby I think you’re hot in your tights and your Green Lantern costume shows off your amazing body.”

Thank you, I mouth to Dani while Nathan responds. “Sorry Nick. He said it was the only way he’d come.”

“Damn straight,” Curtis agrees. “Hey Dani, who are you supposed to be?”

“The Invisible Woman, and no jokes please about how you can still see me. I’ve heard it a few too many times already.”

“Well, then why’d you pick her?” Billie asks.

Dani shrugs. “Cause I loved her outfit. Teal is my best color.”

Billie narrows her eyes and turns back to the bar. “Amateur,” she huffs.

Joel and Laura join us in the kitchen looking sharp as Captain America and Supergirl. They immediately head over to the punch bowl.

“Ack! Laura squeals. “There’s a spider on my glass!”

Billie rolls her eyes dramatically while holding up an empty glass and flicking the spider with her finger. “They’re glued on super girly.”

“Why would you glue a spider to a glass?”

“It’s a Spiderman reference, sweetheart,” Joel explains patiently. “The whole party is themed with Superhero stuff, not just our costumes.”

Her cheeks turn pink and Joel gives us a warning look not to make fun of her. We sometimes forget she works in a dental office and is not from our world.

“Speaking of which, thanks for the cupcakes Laura! I’ve already had one and they’re yummy.”

She smiles warmly at me. “You’re welcome.”

“You. Ate. A. Cupcake?” Billie asks me as she folds her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, do you have a problem with that?” I challenge her.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just can’t imagine where you put it with that spandex bondage situation you had me helping with…”

I cut her off as she starts gesturing toward my bodysuit. “Is the punch really ready?”

“Spandex bondage?” Curtis asks wagging his tongue.

“Keep your shorts on, Joker. It’s not the kind of bondage you like.”

Curtis huffs. “Well then never mind.”

I quickly exit the kitchen before any more is said about my situation. As the house fills I stop paying attention to the shape of people’s bodies in spandex and instead focus on the creativity of their costumes. Andy is the Hulk, or at least a short, soft version of the massive Marvel character. He got Dani to do his green makeup and it’s quite impressive.

“I made him wax his torso first,” she assures me.

“Ouch! I can’t believe he agreed to do that.”

“How else was I going to paint on those fake abs? It’s bad enough he has a big, soft belly, but hair too? I don’t think so. I’m not a Rembrandt with body paint.”

I’m happy to see that the food is a hit. People plow through my Mojo Jojo monkey munch and my lightning bolt-shaped Flash fries. The Professor’s Lab with wide mouth beakers labeled Chemical X, Y and Z of avocado dip, onion dip and salsa is a popular hang-out place. Nathan looks so proud as people compliment us on our efforts.

Once the party is in full swing we insist that everyone model, and explain their costume for our costume contest. Some people have worn pre-made costumes, most the higher-end kinds from serious fan websites but there are people that went all out to create something unique.

Kevin is initially a standout as The Thing with his cracked rock texture over his entire body. He explains to us that he cut up Styrofoam into pieces, glued each surface with a dirt and sand combination, and then adhered it in pieces to his bodysuit.

The effect is impressive, especially considering the amount of time he put into the costume, but as the party goes on I start finding pieces of him all over the house. I’m pretty sure I’ll be vacuuming up dirt and sand for weeks.

Nathan’s inker, Hugh, is equally impressive as Wolverine but those finger blades make me nervous. I end up following him around to make sure he doesn’t scratch up the furniture. He makes a big show of offering to cut the pizza up with his claws but then mutilates one of the Two-Face pizzas into a big mess. He’s banned from the kitchen after that.

But there’s no question when first prize goes to Andy’s buddy, Vladimir, who spent weeks constructing an impressive costume for Napoleon, one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The turtle shell strapped to his back is sculpted out of dense prop foam and intricately painted to achieve the most realism. He also applied a weird green coating to all his exposed skin to complete the turtle effect. These comic book guys don’t mess around.

* * *

“Why is Superman on your roof?” Genna asks me when she joins the party.

I look at her startled, and then realize she must be talking about the Superman doll circling the Daily Globe. “Oh, you must mean the flying doll?”

“Well, if that’s a doll it’s a life size one with impressive automaton abilities.”

My mouth drops open. “What the heck!” I rush out the front door and down the driveway before spinning around and looking up to the roof. My fear is confirmed.

“Nathan!”

He’s crouched by the Daily Planet globe and when he hears my cry he stands up and scans the yard until he sees me waving my arm. He misinterprets my gesture and waves back. “Hi Brooke!”

I step closer and half yell up at him, “Are you crazy? What are you doing up on the roof in the middle of our party?”

He holds up the Superman doll with a look of despair. “He was dangling by the edge of his cape. Thank goodness I got to him in time.”

“Before he flew away?” I ask with an arched brow.

“Brooke! This is serious. Who knows what would’ve happened to him.”

“What about what’s going to happen to you if you fall? It’s dark out here and this is dangerous!”

He doesn’t respond to me and instead turns back to the Daily Globe and starts fiddling with the wire contraption.

“We have a house full of people with no host. Get off the damn roof, Nathan!”

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

My blood’s boiling. “Do I need to come up and get you?”

He stands back up tall and turns toward me, just then a breeze blows and his cape flutters dramatically behind him. The full moon almost looks like it’s resting on his right shoulder. He puts his fists on his hips and nods. In this moment he really does look like Superman. It makes me wish I were Lois Lane. All she had to wear was a business suit.

“Done!” he says with a grin. He turns and slowly works his way back down the ladder. When he’s back on flat ground he pulls me under his arm. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

“Nathan Evans!” I say with a mock fury. How can I stay mad at him when he’s so charming?

He gets a devilish look in his eyes. “Who is this Nathan of whom you speak, Wonder Woman? I’m Superman!”

When we walk back into the house Nick turns to Nathan. “Did you get him wired up again?”

Nathan nods, makes a fist and straightens his arm into the air. “Superman flies again!”

There’s applause and a few whoops and hollers, before he grins and gives me a big kiss on the cheek.

* * *

Several hours and punch bowls later we all end up in the Batcave with everyone just standing around in a drunken stupor while the DJ tries every kind of music to see if he can get people dancing. In the corner two of the Batmans are comparing their utility belts, and the girl from accounting that’s dressed like a Powerpuff Girl is taking selfies at the mission control desk.

Billie decides to take charge and after talking to the DJ she swaggers over to Laura aka Supergirl and grabs her. Next thing I know, Brickhouse is blasting on the speakers with a base beat so throbbing I can feel it all the way down to my spandex tightened toes. I glance over to Nathan, a little alarmed about what the neighbors might do but he shrugs so I focus back on Billie who is now doing a semi-erotic dance with our demure little Supergirl.

Dani steps up next to me and shakes her head. “Nothing Billie does surprises me, but I gotta say, give that Laura a few glasses of radioactive punch and she really gets going.”

“It’s always the ones with the conservative jobs that have a wild streak,” I say.

“Oh my God, did Billie just grab her boob?”

“Probably. If you give her a chance I bet she’ll grab yours too.”

We both watch the show with a lot of spandex-on-spandex grinding. Billie is very theatrical, wrapping herself up in Supergirl’s cape and then unwinding again.

Dani, never one to be side-lined, grabs me and drags me to the center of the cave where her pelvic thrusting renders her about as far from being invisible as one can be.

While we dance, I wink at Nathan and gesture for him to join us but he shakes his head and declines, looking perfectly happy to stand back and watch the show.

Dani is in her full dance mode and does this disco move where she criss-crosses her hands up and down my body and grazes my breasts on several passes. I arch my brow at her after one slip that seems especially intentional but she ignores me. When I look over at Nathan to make sure he’s not upset, he has a huge grin on his face. He’s such a guy.

Off to the side, shy Genna has joined in but she doesn’t seem shy tonight. The Powerpuff Girl is giving her twerking lessons and her butt’s working it so hard that some of the vines hot glued to her Poison Ivy costume have fallen off. Kevin is watching so intently he looks hypnotized.

Knowing that Nathan and others are watching us I keep my moves fairly smooth as I’m not ready to test the true adhesive power of this double-stick tape that’s keeping the girls from flying free. There’ll be no twerking for me.

As I sway my hips to the beat of the music I realize that the punch has hit me harder than I realized. Everything is slightly soft around the edges so when Billie steps up behind me and runs her hands over my hips and down my thighs I don’t even flinch. Instead I gyrate against her.

I look over and notice that Nathan’s eyes are now wide as saucers. He looks a little uncomfortable, but I’m pretty sure it’s that kind of uncomfortable that guys enjoy.

The more attention we get the more provocative our ringleader, Billie, gets. She pulls Morgan into the circle by the collar and kisses her. Morgan doesn’t even fight her off. My gaze jumps to Curtis who looks like he’s just won the lottery. I realize that there hasn’t been a single complaint by a boyfriend, there’s just a Batcave full of men standing to the side watching with bugged-out eyes and gaping mouths while holding their drinks in strategic positions.

When the long funk medley finally finishes and pretty much every guy has stored up enough fantasy material for many long shower sessions, there’s a quick exit by most of the couples. Nathan all but chases the few that linger out of the house. Even the DJ gets the hint and packs up in record time.

When the front door finally closes for the last time I find myself pinned up against it. Superman is apparently very worked up.

“What was that?” He whispers, his lips on my neck.

“What was what?” I ask, noting as he presses against me that the compression panty can’t really fight off Superman’s secret Superhero skills.

He looks down at me drunk with lust. “You girls all rubbing against each other, all the touching, I mean…geez. Did you see how Harley kissed Electra? There was tongue involved.”

I grab onto his yellow belt and pull him closer. “Yeah, I saw that.”

“It was so hot,” he says. “I mean they’re not even from the same comic universe but it was still really sexy.”

I smile. Nathan can be so literal at times.

“Brooke,” he whispers.

“Yes.”

He bites my earlobe before whispering in ear, “Did Dani really touch your breasts.”

“I believe she did.”

“Did you like it?”

“I liked that you liked it. I saw your reaction.”

“Is it weird that I think it was hot?”

“No, I think that’s what we were all going for. Getting you guys all worked up.”

He grinds against me. “Well, it worked. I need you, Wonder Woman. Right now.”

He lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around him. Never mind that I keep losing traction and slipping down with our slippery spandex-to-spandex connection. We still make it to the bedroom in record time.

He stumbles a bit when we step into our boudoir and I’m airborne for a second before landing on the bed. I purse my lips and look up at him. “How many glasses of punch did you drink anyway?”

He gives me a sheepish look. “I dunno. I lost count.”

Awesome. Let’s hope that punch isn’t his kryptonite. I’m counting on some epic sex tonight.

He looks at me with his brows knit together. “Do you mind if we get me undressed first? This panty girdle thing is getting really, really uncomfortable.”

“By all means,” I say, gesturing across his torso. “But take it slow and sexy, I want to have time to admire every part of you in your Superhero glory.”

He grins widely. “Okay slow and sexy.” He carefully pulls the costume’s neck wide and starts to ease one side down his broad shoulders. When he’s finally pulled his hand and arm completely out of the garment he looks at me with a blank stare as if he’s not sure what to do next. “How do I undress sexy? That’s your department.”

I lift up on my elbows so I can see better. “Remember when I forced you to see Magic Mike with me?”

He looks a little scared as he nods.

“Give me some of that…Superman style!” The edges of my lips curl up as he hesitates. But then he spreads his legs hip-width apart and forces his fists onto where his hips would be if men had hips. It’s a little bit like the disco band, The Village People, in attitude but the effect flexes all his arm muscles. At least Nathan never stopped working out and his body is all the sexier for it.

He grins at me. “Like that? That’s how Superman poses.”

I lick my lips as he watches amused. “Yes! More!”

He peels the uniform off the other arm until it’s revealed, then shimmies the body suit half way down his chest. He turns around and lifts one arm into the flying pose and flexes the other. I see hard, defined muscles in his back that I didn’t even know were there.

I clap wildly and whoop and holler from the bed. “More!”

After an awkward moment of him fumbling with his yellow belt, he turns around and slowly drags the suit just below his ass. Whoa! He must’ve really had a lot of punch.

I prop a pillow behind my head and grin. “Sexy man!” I moan.

He shoves the costume further down and when he turns around his thumbs are looped under what I recognize to be the compression panties.

“Are you ready for the big reveal?” he asks. He’s blushing like a kid but seems to be pushing himself to keep it going.

“I want everything,” I groan.

As the spandex is pulled down, I get to see how excited Nathan really is. He looks down and then up at me anxiously.

An intense wave of desire crawls up my spine and I reach out for him. “Forget Magic Mike! Let’s get this show on the road!”

With a look of relief Nathan makes quick work of getting his boots and the rest of his outfit off. I’ve never seen him so happy to be naked. He crawls up on the bed next to me.

“Okay, Wonder Woman – your turn. Shall we start with the boots?”

Suddenly I’m not sure this bodysuit has enough give for me to curl all the way over and undo the boots myself. “Could you take them off for me?” I ask with doe eyes.

When the boots tumble to the floor he moves closer and tugs on the edge of the bustier. “This next. Your breasts have been making me crazy all night.”

I sit up and turn my back to him. “See the million hooks? They all need to be undone.”

“Wow! Okay.” He has nimble fingers so he seems undaunted by his task. “Hey I thought you said this was really tight? It’s feels kind of loose to me.”

“It wouldn’t hook up pre-bodysuit.”

“Oh,” he whispers as his eyebrows shoot up. Maybe he’s finally understanding the magnitude of my situation.

When the last hook is undone I attempt to wedge my fingers between the foam tape along the front cups and my breasts but there’s no give. That tape must be stronger than I thought.

“What?” he asks as he sees me trying to poke inside.

“This thing is taped on.” I scrunch my face up as he attempts to peek inside my cleavage.

“Why taped?”

“Because my tits kept trying to set themselves free.”

“Seriously?”

“Do you really think I’d glue myself in here for any other reason?”

“Good point. So what’s the plan?”

“There’s only one thing to do and it requires both of us to be brave.”

He goes pale.

“We’re going to have to rip it off. Or more likely, you’ll have to rip it off of me.”

“Oh God, I can’t do that Brooke.”

“You’re going to have to. Haven’t you ever ripped off a Band-aid?”

“Of course, but we’re talking about something infinitely more precious here than a skinned knee.”

“Well if you really don’t want to do it I can try soaking in a hot tub to see if the adhesive loosens. But I’ve got to warn you, it could take a while.” I give him the single arched brow look with a sexy pout.

Suddenly he looks really anxious. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try pulling the thing off first.”

“That-a-boy!” I steel myself by fisting the sheets on either side of me and nodding for him to grab the hem of the bustier.

There’s a distinct look of terror in his eyes.

“Go on now, Nathan.” I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch and clench my fists even tighter.

He pulls with a firm tug but all it does is jostle my boobs. I open my eyes and blink. “That isn’t going to work. You’ve got to pull much harder than that. Why don’t you just rip it off sideways?”

Nathan winces.

“Well maybe it’s time to ask…what would Superman do?”

He nods, fired up with new determination.

“He wouldn’t let a little bit of tape stop him. Would he?”

Nathan narrows his eye. “No he wouldn’t.”

Before I can even fist the sheets again, he grabs the upper edge of the bustier and rips with such force that the thing goes flying across the room. I’m so shocked by the surprise combined with the pain that I let out a blood curdling scream and wedge my eyes shut.

The next thing I know he’s on all fours crotched over me. “Brooke, baby…are you alright?”

“It hurts,” I whimper. I open one eye to see his stricken expression. “Maybe you could kiss it and make it all better.”

He nods and gets to work trailing kisses along the red line on my cleavage where the tape was. “Is that better?” he whispers.

I nod and point down to my breast. “I think you need to kiss it better here too.”

He smiles and gently kisses my nipple before swirling his tongue over it and taking it in his mouth. I quickly forget the tape pain.

Considering the fact that my body is still so tightly compressed in spandex, you’d think that I wouldn’t notice my insides clench as he moves to the other nipple, but I do. I notice so intently that I start pushing my star spangled panties off while he focuses on the task at hand…driving me wild.

As he continues I look down and notice the little Superman curl on his forehead I made with styling gel. His eyes are hooded and when I moan his smoldering gaze travels up to meet mine.

I start to squirm so I snap the spandex at the top of my body suit. He understands my direction. He rises up and wedges his fingers under the top band of the body suit and yanks hard.

Nothing. It’s like the damn thing is glued to my skin.

“Good God,” he gasps after another powerful yank. He lifts his hands in the air as if he’s cursing the spandex gods. “What more do we have to go through? I’m in pain here!” He gestures down to his erection.

He sounds pitiful. And in my desperation I spread my legs and run my hand over my crotch. “Look Nathan, there’s a hole in the bodysuit!”

It may be the low light in the room but I could swear his complexion goes green. “Your bodysuit has a hole for sex?”

“Well not so much for sex, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work. Come on and try! It’ll be kinky like those people that wear head-to-toe vinyl when they do it.”

He leans over to peer between my legs and he pulls on the spandex opening with his fingers. When he straightens up he shakes his head firmly. “There’s no way.”

I reach down and try to stretch the hole open wider but his mind seems made up.

He leaps off the bed. “I have another idea.” He storms down the hall and returns a minute later with something in his hand. I see the glint of metal. He gets back on the bed and lifts up my large pair of scissors and snaps them open and closed.

I hold my hands up. “Do you know how much this thing cost?” I ask horrified.

“I don’t care what it cost. You’re never wearing it again. Ever.”

I hold my breath as he perches over me and slowly works the bottom blade under the garment right under my breasts. Despite the discomfort of the fear, and the pressure on my skin…the startling sensation of the metal feels surprisingly erotic. When he completes the first snip of the blades the relief of the fabric parting and cool air on my skin is palatable. Nathan kisses the exposed skin as I hold him close.

“Ohhh,” I sigh as I watch.

Nathan gets back to work and his eyes narrow as he slides the blade closer to my belly button and carefully snips again. He sets the scissors down and uses his hands to separate the cut fabric further. His mouth is parted and his eyes full of lust as he skims his fingers across my skin. I can feel the weight of his erection against my thigh.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, do it again.”

He licks his lips. “This is turning you on, huh?”

I nod and trail my fingers over his wrist.

He gives me a crooked smile. “Weird, right? Cause it’s turning me on too.”

I notice how his breath is ragged as he pushes his hand under the spandex and over my soft flesh to protect me from the blade. I feel the metal slide across my belly and my back arches up in response. I can feel the sound of the fabric slicing reverberate between my legs. My thighs part as I wait for him.

“Super…man,” I moan.

Nathan gasps. I feel his hand cup my breast and his thumb slide over my nipple. A moment later the blade moves lower as he snips again.

I look up at him as I bite my lip. “Be careful. Okay?”

He nods and when I see his laser focus I relax as the blade slides a path further down. This snip causes the good kind of throbbing to ache between my legs.

I reach down and grab the edges of the fabric and pull it further apart. “Again,” I whisper.

The sound of the scissor’s blades meeting is music to my ears. My hips are suddenly unbound and I slide my fingers between my legs and back up my belly reveling in the feeling of being exposed for him.

There’s fire in his eyes as he watches me touch myself. His hand follows the path mine just traveled but settles between my legs as he strokes me slowly. My heart is pounding as his touch becomes tight circles just where I need it most. He has me so worked up I can barely see straight.

“Better?” he asks.

“So much,” I groan. I push my hands over the tops of my thighs. “Just here and we can do the rest.”

He nods, takes the scissors and carefully snips as if I’m the most precious package he’s ever had to unwrap. The thigh he’s just freed falls further open. He anxiously focuses on the other. “Last cut,” he whispers.

In our silence the sound of the fabric parting is amplified. I feel his lips against my skin right where the scissors had been. He scrambles to his feet and pulls hard on the fabric as it slides away from underneath my ass. By the time he gets to my knees it’s quick work until he’s yanked the entire suit off.

Our eyes meet in a frantic moment. Every bit of restraint has been pulled away from me and I feel reborn. I think I’d go through the spandex ordeal all over again just to repeat this feeling. Well, not really but it is pretty awesome.

Nathan strokes me, his fingers across my breasts and down my belly, over my hips and between my legs. “Your body is so beautiful, Brooke. You don’t need to wear that stuff, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper as I study the genuine look of admiration in his eyes. This man loves me so much, every curve and dimple. I reach out for him needing to feel his weight on me.

He pushes inside me slowly, panting with restraint. He looks like he wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point and he wants to enjoy every moment of it. I think he burned off all the booze with his heroic effort to get me naked. His gaze is alert and steadfast as he completely fills me again and again.

My cries as he thrusts are no longer for pain, but pleasure at how amazing he makes me feel. He sweeps me up in his arms as he makes love to me, kissing me deeply and touching me in all the places he knows so well. I marvel at his skills to undo me as we soar to the moon and beyond.