Vengeance(17)

The knock came at my door. I grabbed my purse and went to answer it before someone panicked and knocked it down. I was not riding in the bulletproof SUV with my guards, though. I had other plans, and they were about to find that out.





Chapter Two


Piece of Shit, you better start eating pussy better or I’m going to beat the crap out of you with my shoe!”

We were in the back of a limousine on the way to Philips Arena for my sound check. KAD—what I called my three bodyguards when I was referencing all three of them—was in the SUV following us.

This was not working. “Um, Piece of Shit, did you hear me? Eat your late lunch like a good little boy, eat it all up, or I’m going to take the heel of my shoe and ram it up your chunky, over-fucked ass!”

He stopped for a moment and looked up at me. That fucking did it!

“Did you just look at me? Did you just have the nerve to fucking look at me?”

He quickly looked back down and started eating again, but not before I slipped my right pump off and started beating and scratching up his bare back with the heel.

“Don’t you ever fucking look at me!” Whap! “I will fuck your ass up, literally!” Whap! “I’ll find some three-hundred-pound, elephantine-dick motherfucker and present your ass to him like it’s a chocolate-covered doughnut, you little bitch!”

Piece of Shit started going hard on the pussy then, slopping and slurping at it like it was his last meal on earth. If he kept fucking with me, it was about to be his most degrading day ever.

“That’s a good little pet. Much better,” I said, calming down some and feeling Thumper growing more excited. “Um, I’m about to come,” I announced. “Just keep eating. Lap it like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day in the park.”

I could feel myself about to explode and let my eyes roll up in the back of my head when Piece of Shit started moaning. That snapped me back to reality.

“Did you just fucking moan?” I started hitting him again with my shoe. “You’re not allowed to get any pleasure from this, Piece of Shit!” Whap! “I better not find any semen in those tight little pink panties I have on you, either. I’ll cut your damn dick off!” Whap! “Stupid-ass prick!”

Even though the partition was up in the limo, and I had a throwback Eminem album blasting through the sound system, I was sure the driver could hear something. He had better keep his trap shut or I would crack his damn nuts open, too.

“You know what,” I hissed. “You make my ass sick. Stop eating pussy and suck on some titty for a while. You’re acting like a baby anyway, so get to suckling.” Whap!

Piece of Shit starting sucking like an infant within seconds—hungry ass.

I could see that we were turning into the back entrance at the arena and I was mad as shit. I hadn’t busted one yet. Fuck it! I used my other shoe—the one still connected to my foot—and kicked Piece of Shit in the ass, causing him to topple onto the floor of the limo and away from Glaze.

She looked at me in shock, like she had done something wrong. She was my decent pet. The one that I actually kind of liked, but I wasn’t taking any shit off her ass, either.

“It’s okay, Glaze,” I told her. “You did all right. Piece of Shit doesn’t know how to eat pussy right. I should’ve come by now.”

“Permission to put my clothes on, Mistress?” Glaze asked.

Her pussy juice had soaked down into the seat across from me after having being eaten the entire time, and her nipples appeared red from Piece of Shit sucking on them so hard, even though it was quick.

“Permission granted,” I replied.

I glanced down at Piece of Shit, who knew better than to ask me a damn thing. “Don’t you get dressed in my presence, you little fuck. I’ll deal with you later.”

I could feel Thumper getting angrier by the second. I was going to have to deal with people fawning all over me in a couple of minutes and the thought made me wince. I was habituated to it, but I needed a release. I would have to sneak a few moments in my dressing room to finish the job. I planned to use the heel of my shoe. Sleek, slightly thick, slightly painful. I would have to use some hand sanitizer on it first. Imagine trying to explain a cooter infection to a doctor that came from a nasty-ass heel.

The car came to a halt and Piece of Shit knew to crawl up in the corner so I could get out without anyone seeing him. KAD never asked me questions that they were not about to get answers to. They only knew that, from time to time, I had Stacy (Glaze) and Billy (Piece of Shit) join me somewhere on tour and that they stayed in a room together. In this case, they were staying seven floors below us at the Ritz. Most people assumed they were a couple, good friends of mine, instead of my pets that I humiliated whenever I felt like it.