Post by ☠ VooDoo ☠ on Jun 21, 2021 7:36:54 GMT -5
“ Not to be confused with Vhodka’s flat ass. “
{ Every year on the twins’ birthday, I think back on the dream that I had after I had passed out from having Ciara. It was a good dream. }
{ She had dreamed of the future. }
{ She saw the household two years in the future. She watched from the kitchen as the two girls both attacked their father as he was down on the carpet with them on all fours. He grabbed one of the girls and gave her a gentle body slam on the floor, sending the child into a fit of giggles but left his back open from an attack from the other. }
Quite a little tag team we have there.
They cheat. { He sat up just in time for both the girls to run straight into him his arms; he grabbed both of them and rolled over backwards with them, both girls giggling and screaming at the top of their lungs. }
Then they should fit in this family just fine.
{ She dreamed five years into the future. Kindergarten, first day of school. VooDoo and Vincent walk the twins to their class. Teachers and students alike know who they are. Two pretty little ginger haired girls with green eyes, each holding one of them holding a parent's hands. She dreamed of meeting the teacher for the first time and how she would kinda not know how to react around the two of them, but then again, not too many people who weren't in the business knew how to react around them. She dreamed about them giving the girls kisses and watching as they walked into the classroom and was lost in a sea of other little girls and boys. }
{ She dreamed ahead thirteen years in the future, the twins had developed into very pretty young ladies. They had developed their mother's body, all curvy and voluptuous, everywhere they went they turned heads. The phone would be ringing off the hook at all hours of the night. It was eleven o' clock at night, the phone rang and Vincent had answered the phone. }
Hello. { He said it with as much enthusiasm as if he had said the word what, instead. }
Uh, yeh.. hello?
Yes, I believe I did say hello.
Yeh, um... I was calling to see if I could talk to Rose?
Um... no.
Um, how about Ciara? Can I talk to her?
Um... no. How about you come over here and talk to me... So I can hit you over and over and over... { He chuckled as he hung up the phone. He turned around to find his wife behind him, arms crossed and a smirk on her face. } What do you know, he didn't say bye.
I wonder why?
{ She dreamed sixteen years into the future. It was the twins first real date. They were upstairs with their mother who was helping them get ready. She was supervising the clothes as well as the hair and make up. As Vincent waited downstairs, pacing back and forth. The doorbell rang and Vincent jumped to answer it as quickly as possible. He had to get to them before the girls came down. }
{ He opened the door to find two guys standing there. Both wearing tuxes, a limo out in the front, one had long black hair and the other had short blonde hair. He eyed them both over and already he didn't like them. Then again, he wouldn't like anyone who wanted to date his daughter. He figured he would do this the way he did everything... straight to the point. }
There are three things in this world that I would kill over. { He made sure that he caught both of them with his blue eyes, letting them know that this conversation was the most serious one he would ever have with them. } I am trusting you boys with two of them. I am sure that they will come home in the same exact condition as when they left. { He looked back and forth between them. } And I am sure you catch my drift.
Yes, Sir.. { Both said in unison. }
{ Vincent stepped towards them a little menacingly, causing both boys to take a step back. } Because if you don't... Number Three won't be able to stop me from killing you.
DADDY!!
MOOOMM!!
VINCENT!! { She’s trying hard to suppress the smile that was slowly curling up, her husband had waited their whole lifetimes for this moment. }
{ The girls run down the stairs and out the door as VooDoo stands at the top of the landing chuckling as Vincent looked up at her with an innocent smile as they listened as the girls apologized profusely for their father explaining to them that he had taken too many headshots in the ring. }
{ She dreamed twenty-five years into the future. Both the twins had graduated from college, both had taken over the control of Black Ops from their parents. They shared the executive office on the top floor as they expanded their parents empire. They had stayed away from the family's real business... and that was the wrestling ring. They would make their parents proud using their heads for thinking and not for getting hit. }
{ When I woke, Kal was sitting in the bed beside me and Vincent was sitting across from me holding Ciara. He had the biggest smile on his face, his whole being seemed to radiate this shine that I had never seen before… he had found his purpose in life. }
{ I’m sorry that you didn’t get to experience that with your daughter. }
{ I truly and honestly am. }
{ The scene fades in and we find ourselves deep in the middle of Parts Unknown, the home of the Family Wolf, a name and family that has dominated every wrestling establishment they’ve ever walked into, including OpW. When they returned to wrestling, the family as a whole decided to buy their own zip code in Wisconsin for the safety of the children. The massive 6000 acre property that housed it’s own town, farms and ranches, airport, and shipping port and they owned everything and everyone in it; but not without a hefty price. Fortunately, it was one they could afford to pay. It afforded the family privacy and security and the freedom to be treated as normal as they could be. }
{ The Femme Fatale, Candice “VooDoo” Wolf sat on the front porch on the two story gothic style house that she had built after she and her husband, Vincent Black, split up. She was dressed in the “Mother of Dragons” t-shirt that the kids had gotten her for Mother’s Day and a pair of jean shorts that showed off her colorfully tattooed legs that were crossed up in the chair. Her long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a few loose strands tucked back over her ear. She had a blunt in one hand and as she smoked she stared at the building on the other side of the lake as it towered above the compound. She moved out of the 13 story skyscraper they had lived in in NYC, that Vincent had moved block by block, piece by piece to Parts Unknown for her. She had thought about setting it on fire, but it housed the family’s gym, as well as her childrens’ apartments; each of the children had their own floor. It sounds weird that children, who are 10 and 8 years old, have their own apartments; but in the long term, they would one day have families and need places of their own, so why not now? It’s not like the children actually lived there, they were still under the watchful eye of their mother most of the time. Plus there was Ciara, the oldest of her twins, the planet would tilt off its axis with the tantrum that she would throw and sometimes you had to pick and choose battles with her and that was one battle VooDoo didn’t want any part of. So, VooDoo would happily stare at the building that sometimes caused her pain to look at, as long as her child was happy. }
{ Although the kids knew their mother smoked, Marie referring to them as Aunt Voo’s stinky cigars, she didn’t in front of them. She has often burned her hand before after tucking it into her palm so the children didn’t see it. They knew when she was sitting on the front porch what was going on and would leave her alone most of the time, but there were occasions when mom must be talked to right then and right there to settle an argument. Sometimes it was the twins, sometimes one of the twins and Call, sometimes the twins and Call against each other. She couldn’t help but smile, Call was holding his own against the twins. They used to whip his ass all the time, but now, he was starting to win some of the battles. Not to be confused, the twins loved their brother; when they first moved here, VooDoo had witnessed once as a boy a little older than them picked on Call when she went to pick them up from school. She had remained in the car as she watched the kid trip Call and a couple of his friends laughed; it was hard for her; but he was the new kid and had to prove himself. It was rough at first, as she watched the one kid standing above her son as he picked up the papers that had scattered, even harder when the kid stepped on a stack of them. But she couldn’t have been more proud, when his sisters saw the situation and dropped their book bags. The kid didn’t know what hit him, all he saw was Call stand up and back away from him; he thought he had won. What he didn’t see, but the rest of the students that he bullied did see, was two very pissed off redheads running his way. He didn’t see them as they speared him at the waist and rolled to their feet; in a pretty decent form that would have made the WolfPack proud if they had witnessed it. Voo watched as every time the kid tried to get to his feet, one of the twins would sweep his feet from under him. They never hit him personally, they let the ground do it for them. His friends tried to help him at first, but the girls would turn on them; they finally decided it just wasn’t worth it and watched as their friend learned a very valuable lesson; that it wasn’t nice to bully. When Voo saw the teacher who was supposed to watch the car riders turn around, she leaned out the car window and gave a howl. All three of her kids stopped what they were doing, as Call ran back to get the twins’ book bags as they scooped up the remaining papers and accepted papers that other kids had helped pick up. They had protected their little brother; they had protected their Pack. }
{ VooDoo’s thoughts went to Ripley and she felt sadness creep into her heart. Sadness not because her husband had cheated on her and conceived another child with a woman that she had once called friend, but sadness because that child grew up without the protectiveness of the Pack. She grew up not knowing her sisters and brother, she grew up not knowing her father, the poor child didn’t even grow up knowing her own mother. Voo was sure that Alexis raised her well, but to not know her family; it crushed her. VooDoo, herself, never knew her family; she had been raised by her grandfather. She was three when she lost her parents and her only memories are in the pictures her granddad had kept for her. }
{ She let out a long sigh and reached down to the thick rubber band on her left wrist and pulled it back and let it snap on her wrist a couple of times; she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweet feel of pain that radiated from her wrist. }
{ Her parents had been a hot mess from the start, he had been her secondary boyfriend that she married because her primary boyfriend hadn’t been granted ship to shore leave on the day they had planned their wedding. She had told him if she wasn’t married by the end of the weekend, she would be by Monday night; and she kept her promise. Little did she know, it would be the biggest mistake of her life when hers ended in a murder-suicide. Her father had been convinced the primary boyfriend was her man on the side. The neighbors had listened to VooDoo cry for almost 24 hrs before they called the police. She wiped a tear away and smiled faintly; at least Ripley still had the chance to get to know hers. }
When Vincent came to me and asked me if he could take the kids for the weekend, I don’t know what he expected my answer to be. But I had told myself when we split up, that I would never stand in the way of him and his children and I meant it. Those four children are related because of him and they deserve to know one another. Too many times I have watched as women use their children against the man they helped create them with. Marie’s mother is a perfect example of that one. She held that child over Roger’s head until he finally figured out the easiest way to get her out of the kids’ life was to pay her off. I vowed I wouldn’t be the cruel or vindictive because in the end, the only true victims are the children and I won’t allow my children to be victims due to my own actions.
{ She took a hit from the blunt and held the sweet smoke in from her “Devils Redhead” strain created and named after her by a local grower. }
Being an only child, I traveled through life knowing it was me, alone, against whatever it was that I had to face. I never knew what it was like to depend on anyone but myself, until I met Vincent. I never knew what family was like, until I met his. They taught me what family was about, even if it is somewhat dysfunctional sometimes. Showed me what it was like to have people to rely on and who had my back, when my back was in the corner; showed me that I didn’t have to go at it alone in life. And every day I am thankful that I am part of their family and that my children are part of their Pack.
{ She takes another deep drag and holds it and when she can’t hold it anymore, she let’s the smoke out in rings. }
When I found out I was pregnant with the Twins, it was the happiest and the scariest day in my life. Many years ago, after the loss of my first child, I was told I wouldn’t be able to have kids anymore. I had made it perfectly clear to Vincent that I would never be able to have kids like his brother’s wives had before we got married, he said that was fine with him that he loved me. I don’t know who was more shocked when the Doctor told us the news, him or I. { She chuckles softly. } The way he doted over the twins when they were born, the sheer look of pride on his face when he found out he was going to have a son… everything I have seen the man do, or sacrifice for his children, to make sure that they had a better life than him, and that they know without a shadow of a doubt that their father loves them… is the sheer reason I will not damage his imagine in their eyes. And I apologize to those who’ve been waiting…
If that’s what they expected me to do.
{ In the distance she could see a familiar royal blue truck as it came around the lake where her house was; the closer it got she could see the four little heads popped up behind the dual cab. The twins were each on the outside with Call and Marie in the center; VooDoo couldn’t help but smile; if those two could accept a total stranger, they were sure to accept their sister. She quickly put up her stinky cigar and put things away. Now, if only their parents could get along… all three of them. }
{ VooDoo watched as Roger Wright got out of the cab of the truck, ran his fingers through his dark blonde hair and put his cowboy hat on before he walked back to the bed and lowered the tailgate down for the kids. No sooner than all the kids' feet hit the ground, they ran to the passenger side of the truck, Ciara opened the door and began to hand out things to the others. First to Rose, two large pizzas; then to Call, a cardboard flat with two aluminum pans with which Voo knew had to be wings; she knew that one order was the “Ass in the Tub” hot wings that Momma T’s brags about being the hottest in the region. But it was the thing she handed to Marie that made her smile, a bouquet of wildflowers, it was one of those cheap $5.99 ones wrapped in plastic that you find at the gas station, but when it comes to the kids; they could have given her a blade of grass and she would have made the biggest deal over it. The two plastic bags that Ciara carried caused her to arch her brow a little; she was still teaching Roger the fine art of saying no to the twins. She had to admit, it was hard sometimes, since there were two of them and they would gang up on you. At least this time there was only two bags instead of one for each kid. }
We got lunch.
And Momma T says she double fried your wings.
And we got you these, Aunt Voo! { Marie shoved the flowers in her face practically. }
Thank you, Marie. { She took the flowers from the little girl and smiled at her. } Why don’t you all go set the table and get ready for lunch?
{ By the time Roger made it up on the porch, Marie was holding the door open for the other three to file in. Both VooDoo and Roger winced as the screen door slammed shut behind them as Marie took off after them and just let the door swing shut by itself. }
Thank you, Roger, that was very sweet of you. { She smiled as he took off his hat and stood there. } I was dreading asking the question of “what do you want for lunch” when you all made it back.
{ Roger Wright. When Anicka brought him and Marie to the compound a little over a year ago, she never would have expected… this… whatever this really was. She was living it and didn’t even know how to explain it. For almost 7 months, VooDoo has had guardianship of his 6 yr old daughter, Marie, and for the last 5 months they’ve been living in the same house together co-parenting. The irony has not slipped on her with the fact that she was helping Roger raise Blair Buchanan-Stylez child. What Higher Power thought that would be comically humorous to add to the chain of events happening? She was raising the child of a woman who hated VooDoo simply because she existed; a child she lovingly tucked in at night and got hugs and kisses and I love you, Aunt Voo’s from. And despite what she thinks some people, even her own family, think, it’s been totally platonic… she had her room and he had his, the twins gave up their room and are bunking with Marie in hers. Well, platonic except for that one night when he had shown up drunk. She had tried to spurn his advances, but he had been very adamant about kissing her and with enough of them she had eventually given in. And she didn’t know too many women out there that wouldn’t have given in. }
Not a problem, Red. I figured you could use a break. { He smiled an almost boyish grin at her. } I swear, you’re the only woman I know that cooks three square meals a day for their kids. My mom was the only woman I ever knew who did that.
Marie asked me where my staff was once when she first got here. { She chuckled lightly. } She was shocked when I said I did the cooking.
Her mother wasn’t the cooking type.
She doesn’t talk much about her mother.
To be honest, what do you expect when your own mother makes you call her by her first name?
Point taken.
{ Their conversation was interrupted by four voices yelling from inside. }
MMMOOOMMM!!! AUNT VOO!!!
You are being summoned. { Roger reached over and opened the screen door and held it open as she got up from where she was sitting. }
Thank you, Roger. { She passed through the open doorway and then turned around. } Oh, before I forget, would you mind watching the kids this Saturday night? I need to make a trip to New York. It’ll be overnight but I will be back Sunday afternoon.
Sure, not a problem, it’s the least I can do.
Great, thank you.
{ She turned back around and continued into the kitchen; Roger trailed in behind her taking a moment to hang his cowboy hat up on the hook. He wasn’t sure that he liked these trips she was taking to New York, he knew what they were and he was worried about them. Not because he was jealous or anything like that, but for his own selfish reason. Right now she was the closest thing that resembled a mother figure and a role model for Marie. What if something happened and she never came back? Marie would be just as heartbroken as one of her kids. Maybe he should talk to her and ask her to let him come once, just as a way to reassure him that she was actually safe. }
{ The scene fades in and we find ourselves on one of the smaller jets that belong to the Wolf family, they had two in the hangar at the private airport that also housed the behemoth, Howling Wolf One, a flying palace almost, which was used when traveling in large groups. Right now the plane was 2 hours into it’s flight from Parts UnKnown to NYC, with about 30 minutes to go. VooDoo was sitting in one of the window seats, she was dressed in a black leather and lace corset with full lace sleeves and a matching multilayered skirt that went down to her ankles that was cut asymmetrical in the front revealing a pair of black granny boots and fishnet stockings. Sitting on the seat beside her was a matching tophat with a black lace train that fell to her mid back; she looked like she had just stepped out of a steampunk photoshoot. Her dark makeup was flawless; nails sharped into points like claws and painted red to match her hair. She was currently scrolling through messages… One from Ciara asking if Roger could take them into town; no, little girl, he just took you to town, I assure you nothing has changed in two days. One from Allison asking her what in the hell did she do when Joe Montuori came out of the woodwork years ago, trying to claim the twins as his and split up her marriage; well, I sure didn’t tag team with him, plus I was already pregnant before I met him. One from Roger assuring me that he wasn’t taking the kids into town; he might as well have said I am taking the kids to town, be back later. She smiled and shook her head and put her cell down on the seat beside her. }
You know for the longest time I have had mixed emotions about everything that has happened since that day that Vincent came to me and told me the truth. A lot of things have happened in my life since that day. I felt like I lost my life… I felt like I lost my identity… I felt like I lost everything there was that made me… me. Truth of the matter is, I didn’t really lose anything, except for a man that wasn’t fully mine. { She paused for a moment. } Vincent and I have spoken many times since that day. He fully explained to me that he had loved us both… both for different ways and different reasons; and he’s also explained that he still loves me, but in a different way, I am the mother of his children. And I can accept that, because I, too, was once in a situation like that. I called Vincent and he told me that we had to figure out something, to make this work between us, for his sake, and more importantly the sake of the children. Vincent told me that my best bet was to get your attention…
{ VooDoo smiles that wicked little smile she’s known for. }
So, I asked Vincent if interfering in your title match would be a good way to get you attention. He said, yep that will do it. Then I had to ask the popular question.. Will you stop me? He told me no, that we had to work things out between us. I was pleasantly surprised when he kept his word. Don’t be so mad at him, he was just doing what he thought was best for the situation. Maybe that’s why he picked me all those years ago? I was best for his situation.
{ She shrugged her shoulders a bit. }
Everyone’s listened to Vhodka talk shit this and talk shit that about them already being in a relationship of sorts and how I swooped in and swiped him away. Shit, I didn’t even know about this, didn’t even know about them. Vincent didn’t mention one word about her. Not the morning I woke up in his bed and he stitched up my brow where Damon knocked me out, not the whole entire 3 months we lived together and did everything together except fuck. He didn’t tell me until last damned year. So your anger about the whole situation and the way things turned out… are directed at the wrong person. But you can’t direct your anger fully at him can you… not really… that’s why I am…
Your Number One Target
...Or am I your Number One Threat...
“ Either way, it’s a good thing I play both those roles perfectly. “
It’s nothing that I am not used to, women have hated me forever. For my skill, for my ability, for what I could do in the ring. They hated me because while they were fighting over a belt that meant nothing, I was fighting for the belts that meant something. For the men who seemed to flock to me like a moth to a flame… because they were unable to figure out what it was that I had that all the men seemed to want. { She smirks a little. } You know, it’s funny you should say I rode my career on coattails… you come back out of the woodwork and been gone so long and what do you do? Jumped on the biggest dick you could find and ride your way right up the roster. Congrats, girl, you did it. After all these years, you’re finally relevant. { She gives a little clap. } My career stands for itself, and saying that I rode coattails, when I was blazing the trails… was a cheap and low ass shot that I would expect from Blair Buchanan or even Michelle. Because even though we are at odds, whenever I’ve been asked about you and what you’re like in the ring, I’ve always commended you skills. Because I would never try to take the reputation you made for yourself. I didn’t force those men to join me, they decided on their own that I was the one they wanted. They saw the type of wrestler I am, the type of woman I am and they decided that I was the one they wanted because they knew that I was the type of woman who could help them get to the top and stay there. And you know what? They were right; every fed we stepped into…
Right to the top
...Didn’t matter which man I was with…
“ Coincidence? I think mother fucking not. “
Did the men make the woman or did the woman make the men? Dark Angel, Jerry Watts, Joseph Montuori, Johnny Styles… Bryan Dyamond. Names of men that Vincent and Damon spent the first halves of their career swatting away from me as they tried to convince me to join them and rule the wrestling world. Does that sound like the role of a coattail rider or someone whose tail is always being rode? { She winks. } To think you have the audacity to say I am riding your coattails, bitch please, get off my clit. My name’s been cumming in your mouth since you’ve been back, probably just as much as my ex’s dick. You came back and made your way off my name, not the other way around. I had no plans to get back in the ring. I was busy raising my children and taking care of my family… not hiding from them or the responsibility of raising them because I just couldn’t handle it. I was busy training Ani and Allison… Dane. DJ and JJ. I had done everything I had wanted to do. World titles, hardcore titles, tag team titles with Vincent when we ran as Something Wicked. Fuck, once you’ve held three World titles at the same time, really… What more can you do to top that?
{ She shrugs her shoulders with a chuckle before she takes a deep breath and her tone turns serious again. }
If you want to be honest, Vhodka.. I don’t hate you, I don't feel jealousy or animosity towards you… as a matter of fact… I feel sorry for you. Sorry you missed out on the life I got to lead with the man that you love. I am sorry that I went on to have the career you wanted. I am sorry you felt the need to marry a man out of spite and not love… I am sorry you went through your pregnancy without Vincent by your side, sorry he wasn’t with you when you gave birth. I am sorry that for whatever selfish reasons he didn’t utter one damned word about you when he could have done something about it… I am sorry you couldn’t be woman enough to come to me and tell me the whole situation… before something could have been done about it.
{ She pauses for a moment. }
But the truth is… I wouldn’t change a thing, because if I did.. I wouldn’t have my children. And they are my world and my reason for living. Not wrestling, not that squared ring, not a cute little title that says I am the best…
and damned sure not for a man.
{ The flight attendant made her way back to where VooDoo was seated and let her know that they would be landing in 15 minutes. The redheaded woman smiled and thanked her and then went back to looking out the window. She loved living in Parts Unknown… but man, did she love New York City. She picked up her phone and shot a text to Mistress Raven at Pandora’s Box to let her know that she would be arriving soon. First, she had to satisfy to masochist side and then later on tonight at the Empire Room, she would satisfy the sadist. }
{ It was nearly midnight when the car carrying VooDoo finally arrived at the Empire Room, it had rained most of the evening and the streets and sidewalks were wet and the gutter was filled with water. There was a line that stretched down the sidewalk in front of the castle-like structure that went all the way around the corner. She stepped from the car, sending the crowd wild. They had heard that she was in the city and would be putting on a show, a show that hasn’t been done since her times with K.Oss. The doorman snapped his finger at the shirtless guy standing by his side and spoke a few words into his earpiece to let everyone know that She had finally arrived. The shirtless man ran over, got into a pushup position in the gutter right in front of VooDoo and lowered himself down as low as he could go without actually laying in the water. She stepped onto his back, the pointed heels of her boots digging in as she ground her boots in just slightly digging into his flesh and then made her way over to the doorman. }
Evening, Madame. { He said with a smile as he opened the door. } The house is packed as usual. { He pointed down the front of the building. } And it never fails, as soon as people hear you’re in town, they are lined up. They want a chance to see the show.
Has been a while, hasn’t it?
You still remember how to do it?
{ VooDoo stared at him for a moment. } You offering yourself up as tribute?
No, Ma’am, not on your life. { He opened the door for her. } Glad to see you, Madame.
{ She gave him a wink and walked in. She walked down the small red foyer where people have signed their names over the years to the open doorway at the end where multiple lights flashed on and off. She was home. }
{ When she stepped into the main area of the club, the house band Black Magic began playing the “Imperial March”. It was one of the things that the NY Club started that the rest of the clubs picked up. This was her first time walking in solo and even without her ex-husband’s threatening figure beside her; the crowd cheered her presence and gave a wide berth to let her pass through as she made her way through the club and over to the escalator leading up to the private VIP section. She gave a wave to the crowd as she went up, turning just in time to step off of it.
Evening, Madame. { Jazz, one of VooDoo’s favorite bartenders walked over and placed a mudslide down in front of her. } Good to see ya.
Evening, Jazz. { She smiled at the woman who was dressed in an Empire Room t-shirt and a short black shirt with fishnets and hightops. } How’s the family?
Doing good. Javion is in the 5th grade now and Jayleigh just started 3rd.
And just as smart as their mother, no doubt.
Thank god, or they’d be just as dumb as their father. { Both the women laughed a little. } I will be over there if you need me.
{ For the next two hours, VooDoo sat there and watched the club, the dance floor was constantly packed and dancers moving to the music; if the house band wasn’t playing, there was a DJ spinning records. Underneath the stage was lit up and you could see outlines of some of the staff setting things up for the show through the thin red satin curtains. She watched as people lined up at the table to buy a $20 ticket for a chance to spend a 15 minute session with her under the stage. She didn’t know if the person would be male or female since the line had been filled with both, but right now, all she was waiting for was for them to stop selling the tickets. }
{ VooDoo looked at the time on her cell phone and decided it was finally time since DJ RedVamp was near the end of her set. She made her way across the overhead walkway from the VIP section to the stage area and then made her way down the stairs to the lower level of the stage where the dungeon was. She listened as the MC made his speech telling everyone to get their tickets out they were going to call the winning number and smiled at the cheer that went through the crowd. }
{ The MC called out and through a collective boo of the crowd there is heard one male voice cheering at the top of his lungs as he made it through the crowd waving the blue ticket as if he had found the last ticket to get into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. He jumped over the barrier that separated the dance floor holding the ticket high in his hand for all to see. }
{ A second man comes over the barrier, a very large and very tattooed man with a sleeveless black hoodie pulled so low you can just barely see from his nose down. He stood his full height and looked at the smaller ticket holder and then held up his hand; in it five $100 bills. The ticket holder looked back and forth between the ticket and the money and then slowly held out his hand. The second man placed the money in his hand and once the ticket holder looked at the money to make sure it was real, he handed the ticket over. }
{ The MC looked at the two guys and when the ticket holder disappeared back into the crowd, he shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the dungeon curtains to be opened. The curtains slowly slid open, revealing a dungeon with a Saint Andrew's cross in the center and two different styled spanking benches flanking it. Chains hung from the ceiling in various locations with a pair of shackles at the end and along the wall various implements of inflicting pain and torture. The cast iron cage door opened and the man walked inside and looked around the room before he stopped and stood in the center of the room with his back to the crowd. }
{ The side door opened and VooDoo stepped in, immediately the man sank to his knees with his head cast downwards as the crowd went wild. His actions caused a slight curve to come to her lips. She walked over and stood before him. }
Rise. { The man slowly stood up and VooDoo went from looking down at him to where she had to look up and she could no longer see the crowd due to his massive chest. Slowly she walks around him checking out his massive size before she came back to a stop in front of him. } My, my... you are a big one. Remove your shirt.
{ She watched as he pulled a black cloth mask and slipped it over his face and head before he removed the hoodie; there were no holes for the eyes, nose or mouth. VooDoo loved and hated when they wore masks and had several on the wall; she loved it because it helped her see them less as people that way, but hated it, because she didn’t get to see the tears or the suffering on their faces. She turned around and walked back and picked a whip from the wall and gave it a couple of warm up snaps. She picked up a cat o’nine as well as a leather viper’s tongue before she turned around to find the man already on the cross, holding onto the handles and having removed all of his clothing. }
I see, one of those. { She smiled as she walked over and put the whips on a small table. Without another word, she walks over to a cabinet and reaches in and pulls out a black cattle prod and then walks back over. } I know how to handle men just like you. Do you know the safe word?
Safe words are for pussies.
Damned straight they are.
{ And with that VooDoo tapped a button on the floor which turned the cross around to where the crowd could only see the man from the back side and as they slowly rotated the crowd watched as VooDoo placed the cattle prod on the man’s ball sack and give him a jolt and caused his body to tense up in pain and a huge pop from the crowd. For the next 15 minutes, the crowd watched as the Femme Fatale did some truly painful things to her willing victim; that ended with a splat on the floor. }