Her had slid down her bare waist, and over her navel, the gold to white contrast of her tanktop and skirt was simply breathtaking. She'd changed for him again. He watched her gold painted nails slither downward, and dissappear under her cleopatra belt. A sharp moan was all he heard, and he stood up, full kitsune and all. He glared at her with piercing slits. "It's been twelve hours since our last fight, and we're hitting a club." He said angrily, though unsure why. She protested quickly without thinking. "Surely I didn't do anything wrong--I'll dance for you here okay? We don't have to go to a place like that." She looked up at him pleading, but in vain. "I command you to come," he replied nastily, shoving the gun in his pocket. She'd watched him reclothe himself in goth style pants and a black T, half drooling, but she wanted to know the source of his anger. She probed his mind without permission and found the dilemma. He was asking himself why he needed the special Glock. "You're this f***ing pissed cuz you wanna shoot a darn gun?" She flared, her anger matching his. "Yes I do, along with make every f***ing Master in the club jealous of my Mindslave!" He screamed. She looked up at him embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'll change Master."

They jumped into his Celica SS II, it was pitch black with red interior, and the automatic seatbelts locked. He glanced at her while putting the key in the ignition. She was darn sexy alright. Her short curvy body was cloaked with black silk that shone deep red when light reflected off it. A taunting V-shape showed her cleavage nicely. Being "dressed to the V" another sharp dip revealed her bare back, and her shoulder blades looked chiseled out of marble. Her long dress was cut short at the lower thigh, showing off her shapely legs. Her midnight blue hair was twisted into micro braids--an unnatural look for her, but she wore it like a pro. She challenged him, burning this image into his memories, while peeling the dress away from her shoulders. Her breasts were 3/4 of the way visible, a quick nip of his claw and she'd be arcing under him in seconds, but they couldn't have sex. She pouted as he cranked up the engine and it purred like a cat. They were off and cresting 60mph in no time, the cars around them a supersonic blur. She felt confident so she asked, "If you drive like this and you're human..." He finished for her. "Not with this Glock, I can't be caught."

~Continued in chapter 24