The Scarlett Lolita: Tales of Cry

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

The elegant, marble floored lobby bustled with activity, under thick ceilings and modern lighting. Kevin Maggoty’s broad shoulders leaned against the wall by the bank of elevators. Echoes of voices filled the foyer as he read his newspaper. Deep in thought, his auburn hair hung in his face.

A twenty-something blond stepped from the elevator, clad in a teal dress, which marginally exposed her top. She stood beside him and struck a pose. When he didn’t look up, she cleared her throat in a ‘don’t I look great, thank you for noticing' kind of way.

He absently shifted the light-frame black glasses on his nose as he read. She waved a hand in his face to get his attention, “Hey, Kev, are you in there?"

He put down his paper and looked at her, arching an eyebrow, "yes, Courtney. What is it?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to… go to that work/dinner thing with me?" she blushed.

He hesitated, looking around. Dogs walked by with their owners… the giant clock ticks loudly on the wall in the east corner. Kevin folded his newspaper under his arm.

"I don't know… I have something else,” he mumbled.

She thrust her hands on her hips, "Kevin, you don't have a date and it's for work, so why not take me?"

He dug a hand into his beige slacks, stared at the ground in discomfort, "I have a date already."

His eyes landed on Shelly stepping into the foyer, her shoes clicking on the marble floor.

A smile slowly spread across his face as he smirked, "yeah, I already have a date tonight, and she's right here." He grinned, pointing to her.

Shelly stopped dead in her tracks, "come again?"

Kevin walked over to her and leaned his head forward with a "please help me” look.

Courtney smoldered in the background, tapping her Prada shoe.

Shelly looked up at him with a confused look, inspected him and nodded her head. "Yeah… you asked and… I remember, and I said yes. Hey, you," she finished, at a loss.

“Kevin,” he said his name quietly.

“Kevin,” Shelly nodded, going along, “right.”

He turned around and simpered, “So you see Courtney, I was just waiting for my date…"

“Shelly” Shelly said flatly.

“Shelly,” he grinned.

Courtney fumed, "this is your date? This is your date? She's a slut, Kevin."

Kevin looked at Shelly, who masked her face with blank innocence.

“I don't think so..." he said unsure.

"She steals people, beds them and you want to take her to the company dinner?” Courtney asked angrily.

His eyes darted dangerously at Shelly.

“You must be desperate," Courtney flipped her hair to the side.

Shelly pursed her lips together, "better me than a dumb-looking pug who’s a b***h in heat and can’t get anything between her biscuit that will be collecting dust for the next five years."

Kevin's eyes widened as he tried to mediate between Courtney and Shelly.

"I refuse to be spoken to like that!" Courtney said, accidentally spitting on Shelly.

Shelly wiped the spit off her cheek and glared at Courtney, "hot damn you have too much fluid backed up to make a tall glass of water."

Courtney raised a hand to smack Shelly, but Kevin grabbed her.

"Courtney, I said I would take her with me, and there is no contest about it. We aren't even dating and I want to go with her regardless of what you make of it,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around Shelly.

Courtney turned on her heel and walked out the door. Shelly inhaled sharply, then looked at him, "so, what was that all about?"

He shrugged. "Well, Courtney is my ex, and we work at a local law firm. We dated a few months ago, but I broke it off," he looked at Shelly with guilt.

She rolled her eyes and strutted away from him pressing the elevator button, "so, you used me as an excuse to get out of going with your clingy ex. Now you're stuck in a maybe zone if I do accept?"

Kevin laughed lightly. "um… yeah, something like that."

Shelly snickered, "I’m so flattered.”

“Well,” he shrugged sheepishly.

“Well, what? You know it’s an inappropriate way to pick up women. You should at least be more real about it, but since you were kind enough to defend me...”

“Well… yes. All of that,” he grinned.

Her eyes watched the numbers light up as the elevator came down.

"So, I will pick you up at 6:30 pm down here, and it's a formal dinner party," he loosened his tie. She eyed him for a moment before she spoke.

"I might go," she arched an eyebrow.

He flushed a little, before extending his hand to her.

She examined it a bit then took it, "Shelly Row."

He shook her hand while bowing somewhat, "nice to meet you Ms. Row. I look forward to seeing you this evening."

She shook her head as the elevator door opened, “possibly," she teased, stepping in.

He nodded. "Alright, Ms. Row. I don't see you then I will know."

She grinned as the doors closed. Kevin adjusted his messy hair in the reflection of the doors. He picked up his briefcase and walked away.

Shelly leaned against the elevator wall and sighed heavily, "another damn fool is using me again and another tired soul wanting to use good old Shelly?"

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The elevator beeped, and the doors opened. She strolled down a clouded and ocean decorated carpet. She pulled a large keychain with "bang" written on it from her purse. Dark floor shadows were thrown from the exotic plants on each of walls. The fragrant scents of wood and mint could be smelled throughout the hallway. She walked to apartment E67, inserted the key and opened the door. Her cat meowed a greeting from the table. Shelly set the cat food down as Surry rubbed her tail against her. She picked up Surry, buried her in kisses and put her on the bed.

She walked to the cabinet and pulled out a cat food dish. She piled food into the dish, humming a tune singing, "la la." Surry meowed and wagged her tail in the air in anticipation for food.

Shelly pulled out a cigarette, tapping it against the table, "should I even go to the party, Surry?" The cat jumped off and ran to her dish.

She jumped when her phone beeped. Shelly squinted at the number on her phone and raised an eyebrow. She clicked it on - heard a man breathing on the other end.

"Babe, what's up?" she asked irritated.

"I need my Sexy Silk," he grumbled.

"If you want it, come get it,” she giggled.

He moaned desperately, "Shelly don't tease me again. You know I need you. I miss you."

She smoked her cigarette. "You want a black widow to taste you, Bernie?"

"I need to know… is my Sexy Silk wanting me?" he mused.

"Can you give me more than that, Bernie?" she smoked another puff.

"I'm thirsty for you, Shelly. Can I come over?" he griped into the phone.

"Come over in thirty minutes and I will be ready for you," her voice bewitched him.

"I'll be there in an hour," he groaned, "I'm so hard for you, Shelly."

She blew out another drag and watched her cat eat, “then come get your black widow, and I will drown your webs in love,” she mused seductively.

He moaned out loud and hung up. Shelly put her phone on her table and looked back at her closet, opening a side pocket hanging inside the door. Belts, whips and chains hooked against the side. Shelly bit her lip and pulled out a long wooden whip. She positioned her foot on the edge of her bed touching her thigh intimately. She unzipped her pants and kicked them off to the floor underneath her bed.

She pulled off her shirt, standing in a mint green matching bra and panties. Shelly went to her vanity mirror. She pulled her hair down and brushed it.

Closing her eyes, she hummed, "I'm going to love you till you hate me."

Shelly pulled on her mint green strappy shoes and a garter belt. Shelly daintily caressed her leg. She bit her bottom lip.

Tilting her head to the side, “I don't know…” she touched the mirror and cried inconsolably. “I need to escape from me…”

She looked away and back to her mirror again, ‘Perhaps I could slow it down and think about other things.’ She wiped her eyes carefully to not ruin her makeup.

When the doorbell rang, Shelly got up. She opened the door to a muscular bald man in his fifties, staring at her desire with a rigid, stoic look. He ogled her up and down in her underwear. She sized him up, biting her bottom lip.

He waved to her slightly, "good morning."

She let him in, “good morning back, babe." She leaned and kissed his cheek.

He shifted his pants, so she could feel him, “how are you, Shelly?"

Shelly mumbled, "good."

He kissed her lips. She pulled him in and closed the door behind with a feral look in her

eyes. He kissed down her neck, nibbling his way south. Bernie pushed himself against her, grinding on her thighs.

"God, I missed you Shelly…" he licked her skin like a seesaw across her shoulder.

She pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "will you be my sugar rush?"

He nodded while she pushed him onto the bed. Bernie ripped his shirt off. Buttons scattered everywhere. Shelly strolled like an animal of prey towards him. She bent down, touching her mint shoe, watching him. Bernie stretched against the pillows across her bed watching her move.

She blushed while pulling a piece of hair behind her ear, “are you trying to be polite for me, Bernie?"

He shook his head and reached for her but she stopped him, pushing him back. Shelly leaned down shaking her lacy mint panties at him. She clapped her hands and shimmied her hips side to side, pulling at the hems. He growled at her as she moved up and down dancing in front of him. Shelly lustfully grinned, running a hand through her hair. Leaning her head back, she ran a hand down her chest, cupping a breast. She looked back at him and murmured as she swayed her hips side to side. Shelly rocked her hips on the floor. She did a hair flip and crawled on the floor watching him through her hair in her face. She got up off the floor crawling and laid on the bed - totally hot and bothered. He pulled her in closer across the pillows leaning in to brush his lips lightly across her.

He mumbled between kisses, "Shelly, I love you."

"You're alright," Shelly moved closer to him and glanced up at him, kissing his lips.

"I'm glad I pass," a grin appeared on his face.

His hands gradually caressed her sides in a tender motion. She smiled, to some degree, feeling the softness of his fingertips against her bare skin. Bernie kissed Shelly again tenderly. Calmly deepening the kiss, his fingers slipped under her bra to caress her bare back. She reciprocated the kiss as it grew deeper. Her back arched, feeling his rough hands move to her back. The coolness of his fingers made her jump a little.

Bernie started sliding her bra off, exposing her breasts. He paused in his kiss just long enough to touch her skin under her breasts. His fingers slid across her round melons. He leaned in and kissed her again hungrily. She wrapped her arms around him feeling his naked torso against her. Bernie laid her on her back as he moved over her. His tongue slipped past her lips, his fingers slid up to gently cup her gorgeous exquisite breasts. Shelly shuddered as he cupped her breasts, slid his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue matched his - playing in a synced dance.

He swirled his tongue around Shelly's in a sparring match giving her breast a compassionate squeeze as his thumb lightly circled her n****e. Shelly submitted to his tongue feeling it unravel under hers, and she pushed herself closer to him. She moaned faintly into his mouth as he touched her n****e. Bernie withdrew his tongue and sucked playfully on her lower lip before kissing along her jaw line to her neck. Shelly moaned, causing him to harden; his c**k emerged from its sheath. Shelly whimpered at the loss of his lovely mouth, yet closed her eyes as Bernie sucked on her bottom lip. With each trail of his kisses, her body became warmer as it felt his lips.