Vapid Paradise Book 1: Emma

Chapter 2: Florence **Adult rating from this point on.

f**k her Florence said under her breath as Emma walked out the door. She is such a conceited b***h. Emma with her straight red hair, blue eyes and childlike height. The only thing that stopped you from thinking she was a child was her curves. Curves that Florence would giver anythink to f**k but self-righteous Emma was to good for that. We are only sharers She told herself for the hundredth time. Florence knew she was being too hard on Emma but her earlier rejection still stung. Florence stood up and went to stare at herself in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful. She drew her shirt up over her head and stared at her creamy heavy breast. She carefully and slowly began to stroke her breast and carrese her n*****s with one hand while the other snaked down to the apex of her thighs, where she was already wet. Putting her foot up on a chair in front of the mirror Florene watched her fingers push the folds of her p***y aside and dip her finger in and out of her tight cunt all the while thinking about Emma's pouty lips and spicy tasting blood. Her strong fingers pinched her n*****s, imaging Emma's tight little p***y spread out before her and how she would finally taste more than her blood. Florence's fingers pushed in and out faster and harder driving her to a climax that left her gasping for breath and holding on to the chair. “Well there's a sight anybody would be privileged to see.” Florense gasped and looked behind her. They're standing in the door was Johnny. “What are you doing here” she asked as she slowly straightened up and stretched out watching as Johnny’s eyes followed her breast. “I was in the neighborhood and..smelled something that caught my attention.” “f**k you Johnny” “Sorry love, I know you want to but I'm here to discuss an arrangement. An arrangement you have yet to deliver on.” Florence was getting nervous but she knew better than to let Johnny see her fear. Johnny was a night walker, a human. He was supposed to be her enemy. f**k he was but he was also a...business parter of sorts. Casually she leaned over, grabbed her shirt and slid it back over her lithe body. “Oh really, I was enjoying the view.” She ignored him and walked over to her “kitchen”. The kitchen had a square table with an old wine bottle filled with sunflowers on it. In the corner as a little fridge and a microwave sitting on the counter next to the sink. For all pretense she was washing her hands but in reality she was thinking on her next move. It was her job to deliver the children to the Night Walkers. The ultmate betrayel to her kind but what the f**k did she care. Her kind..what did that mean to her. Not a damn thing. Florence learned a long time ago only one person matters and that was yourself. Florence was secretly laughing at everyone else. They acted so pretentious and as if everything was wrapped up and given to you in a little package with a nice red bow. Florence sall thru the s**t show. She knew what was really going on and how they were all being conditioned and trained just like little mice. Who was in charge of the s**t show..Florence knew that too but her life depended on the ability to keep her mouth shut. And her ability to deliver bodies to the Night Walkers. “Listen Johnny I'm trying really hard but Emma is so damn overprotective of the little shits. I can't get to them.” Johnny came into the living room and casually took a seet on her couch. By the gods his eyes could rip your soul out of your body she thought doing her best to maintain eye contact with him. “Flo..little Florense our deal is not to have you try but to deliver. And you are not. They are getting very impatient and if they are inpatient that means I am also impatient.” Still sitting he leaned forward and stapled his long fingers in front of his face. The blast of pain that shot threw her head brought her screaming to her knees. It felt as if every tissue in her brain was being sliced open. The next wave of pain hit her in her ribs flipping her over onto her back. Johnny was now standing above her raising his foot and he slammed it down onto her broken ribs. The scream she so desperately needed to let out was trapped in her throat choking her. He was making her choke on her own pain. “Florence, look what you are making me do to you. Do you think I like seeing you on the floor?” His lips were dangerously close to hers. His tongue snaked out and licked the trail of blood that was dripping from her mouth. Standing up he looked down at Florence's broken body with a look of total disgust he spit the blood back on her. “Get up you stupid w***e you have a job to do.” He sauntered over to the couch and unzipped his pants as he sat back down. “Now,” he told her “I know how we can start making this situation a little better. Why don't you come over here and show me how sorry you are for being a failure.” Florence forced herself to get up on her hands and knees. On shaking arms and legs she crawled over to him. By the time she was positioned between his legs her body had healed itself. One of the perks of her kind. The irony was not lost on her as she slid her tongue down over his d**k. One hand grabbed his length and started to stroke up and down. He put his hands in her hair and started to stroke her hair as if he was petting his favorite pet. She looked up at him as her mouth sucked him in then drew him out. He was staring at her, laughing at her. He could see the hate in her eyes but also the need. He could smell that she was wet again. Her head started to bob on his d**k taking him deeper and deeper. By the gods this is what she craved what she needed and how she hated him for exploiting her weakness. He pulled her up on to him, ripping off her shirt and with a slam pushed into her as she slid down on him. Florence started to rock back and forth knowing how Johnny liked it. He leaned down to suck her n****e. “Come on you dirty slut give it to me, f**k me like you want to f**k Emma.” His words were meant to humiliate her but only turned her on more. He knew. He knew she wanted Emma. Florence started to move faster and harder , imaging Emma's soft skin against her. Johnny”s orgasim ripped him, Florence's own following. He pushed her off of him. She landed on the cold floor with a thump. Standing up he fixed his clothes and walked to the door. “Florence, get me the child or what you experienced today is nothing compared to what I will do to you.” He said as he disappeared into broad daylight, Florence's eyes filled with terror.