A hard days work

A pale woman was walking between the audience for a fighting pit. She was carried by her very long legs, wrapped in black stockings and a brown striped skirt. As she was walking, she pulled her black shoulder bag in front of her to pick up some cash for the betting. As the collector got around, she threw in a couple of hundred dollars on the ‘small’ golden boy. The collector bowed in appreciation of her betting.

While the fight was going on, the pale woman chuckled in enjoyment, while tapping the ground with her big black boot – it was going very well, as she thought. Her boots had metal locks that matched the metal on wristbands and leather jacket.

The small golden boy suddenly grabbed his opponent’s leg and light began to come from his palms and the opponent began to scream. What the hell happened, she thought for herself, tilted her head while she swirled a lock of her shoulder-long black hair around her index finger. Within a minute the fight was over and she received more money than what she betted.

This mysterious woman was currently known as Delilah. She had a criminal background, therefore she often had to flee the country to change her name. Delilah was still young, but she had changed her name half a dozen of times. The winner left the ring, and Delilahs green and hazel eyes followed him all the way to something that might either have been a backstage or a changing room. He looked great covered in sweat and blood – was that sick of her to think? The blood made him look strong and protective, and the sweat… Well that reminded her of nights in different rooms with different kind of furniture. This dude might be heading home, but Delilah wanted to stay for another fight, at least. They presented a new set of fighters and they jumped around while they were being presented and people were betting. She wasn’t really impressed with any of the presented fighters this time. Suddenly someone stood next to her, smelling like sweat and iron - the winner stood next to her seeming somehow interested in the next fight. She glanced at him shortly, studying his height, his eye color, his hair style and his facial hair. He was kind of clean, but he definitely needed a bath – should she offer a bath at the hotel she stayed at for the moment? That might be too far. She looked down into the ring and thought about something to say to him.

“Hey there, stranger. You fought well,” she complimented him smiling. She could smell werewolf in his sweat, but she choose not to feel like she was in the lower part of the hierarchy – she was after all a criminal of big history, so she was not to be messed with.

Delilah smiled, was it so obvious that it had been so long since she had been in the fighting pit, that she seemed new? “I’ve been here many times, but it’s been some years ago,” she explained, and gave him a crooked flirtatious smile, while having her right hand playing gently with her black shoulder-long hair.

Her crooked flirtatious smile grew wider as he complimented her. She wasn’t really used to compliments, “Thank you, beast,” she replied flirtatiously with a reference to Beauty and the Beast. She looked back at the fight. Beauty was this outsider who nobody really understood, but few people looked up to her anyway. And Beast was a big and mighty creature, who scared most people, but when you got to know him, he was kind and insecure.

He asked about her bet and she turned her head towards him, in a tilting-motion. “Well, newbie might have some trouble soon,” she said, even though it didn’t seem like it, “The veteran knows what he’s doing,” she added. And nodded towards the ring, changing her glance from the ring, to him, and back. After the veteran made a couple of troubled dodges, he bounced right back with two good hits which sent the newbie flying. “See?” she said smiling.

She turned towards him, giving him an elevator-glance. When her eyes met his face, she handed him her hand and smiled, “I'm Delilah,” she told him.

She nodded as he listened to him, “You’re absolutely right,” she agreed and let go of her hair to gently rub her neck for a second or two. She chuckled slightly as he returned the flirtatious smile.

She studied his eyes, as they met after she had told her own name. As he took her hand and gave it a kiss she tilted her head, just a bit. She was surprised by the way he greeted her, “What a gentleman you are, Logan,” she complimented with a wide smile before she gently took her hand back to put hit it on her hips.

She was just about to ask him, if she could join him at the bar, before he said it himself. “I’ll join,” she chuckled and smiled widely as she saw his wink. Gracefully she followed him to the bar. Without an order she just chuckled as he ordered two drinks. Was he trying to impress her or was he trying to get drunk?
She leaned against the bar, with her arm resting on it. She turned herself towards Logan with a slight smile. “Where you from, Logan?” she asked. She was interested about where he got his accent from, “’Cause you’re clearly not from the UK,” she explained while she chuckled and bit her lower lip.

The bartender put the two drinks in between them and Delilah was quick to grab one of them. “I’ll pay the next round,” she assured him before she took a sip of the drink.

She shook her head a bit, as he asked if they should skip the drinks. “What do you mean we?” she asked. He had already told her that he needed to take a bath. Did he think she would join his bath too? His smile seemed kind of childish with all of the trouble the smile seemed to bring with him. She liked it.

She smiled mysteriously as he told her about Spain. “Spain seems…. Nice,” she said thoughtfully and shrugged. When he told her, she had to get permission to take a drink, she lifted her eyebrows. Did he really think he had any right to control her decisions or actions? She snorted before she emptied the glass. “I’ll take what I want. Thanks,” she sneered, flirtatiously. She gave him a quick elevator glance. She might take him, if she wanted to.

Once again she shook her head, surprised and slightly confused about him thinking she would join him in the shower. “Why do you think I’m going to join you in the shower?” she chuckled. He seemed to be dominant towards her. She didn’t really like that. Being independent was the best thing she knew, and he definitely shouldn’t take that away from her. “Do you want something else this round?” she asked, while her eyes rested on him, emptying his glass.

She shrugged when he asked about her, “I’ve been around,” she looked at the empty glasses in front of them while she thought, “I would say I’m from Gaia,” she nodded and looked up at him. She had been to many places and never really setteled anywhere, so it was never really easy to tell where she came from, she just lived to live.

Delilah smiled widely as he said the famous words can’t blame a guy for trying . “Of coruse not,” she said with a smirk and a slightly cocky tone. If they got to know each other better, she might just join him in his bath.

As he looked at her and replied with the drinks, she smiled deviously. She waved to the bartender, who quickly approached. “Two tequila shots. Remember salt and lime for the mister,” she ordered and looked back at Logan. “I hope you aint a pussy,” she teased. She knew that salt and lime made tequila taste less strong. Delilah never used salt and lime, but ordered it for him, just in case he needed something to take the strong flavor.

The smell of blood reached Delilah, but she didn’t even look towards the fight. “You alright?” she asked when he looked back at her.
She shrugged as he mentioned the united states, “I’ve lived in the United States for a couple of years, that might be why,” she chuckled. Her accent might still be slightly American. “Do you come here often?” she asked. He had asked earlier if she was new, and she thought it was alight to ask back, even though it’s been some time.

She smiled. He seemed so confident in his drinking. “Well do you want more tequila shots than just one?” she asked cunningly. How many could he drink before he was too drunk to walk or just to be festive with her? Of course, it didn’t even seem like he needed any at all, but for Delilah, alcohol made a difference.
She raised an eyebrow, “High? From the smell of blood?” she asked chuckling. How would a period affect him?

The black-haired beauty looked at him smiling. So, he liked to fight, so he could smell blood? Rad. “Really? Huh. You really do love blood,” she said nodding. A trance like state of mind, just because of blood. Noted. As the shots arrived, she smiled, ready to take the shot as it was. “Body tequila?” she was surprised. “Aint it a lot when we’re not using salt and lime? And this place doesn’t seem to be the best place to take body shots,” she laughed. She grabbed her shot and was ready to cling the glass against his, “Cheers, Beast,” she said flirtatious.

Delilah smiled when he so cockily answered that he could do a lot more tequila shots, “I can’t wait to see how many,” she said teasingly. It would be fun to see how much he could drink, before he had too much. She smiled when he ordered more rounds. How drunk was she going to get, compared to him?

“Strawberries, huh?” she laughed, “Are you sure you aren’t the one who wants something sweet?” she said eyeing him up and down, as a slight hint to something else which could be sweet.
She smiled as he cheered with her and bottomed her tequila shot with no expression from the taste. When he asked if she was ready for round two, she smiled and put her shot glass away to take another. “Sure,” she smiled and winked at him, “Cheers, Beast,” she said before she emptied her glass again.
She could feel the heat from the alcohol and as a response to that, she grabbed the front of her shirt, lifting it repeatingly to get some cold air between her front and her shirt.

She smirked, when he somehow ever so subtly complimented her. “Thank you, handsome,” she chuckled. They both had checked eachother out, and it was clear for everyone that something would happen between the two of them tonight.
It seemed like they both liked The Beauty and The Beast theme, since they both continued to use the terms, when cheering for a drink. If you got a place I wouldn’t mind doing bodyshots echoed in her head and she chuckled slightly before she looked over at him again. Her eyes met him, holding yet another glass shot into his hands, “Watch out, Beast. Someone might think you’re up to something. Cheers, Beast,” she laughed and took one more shot with him. Even though she seemed tough, her ‘weightclass’ would pull her down in drinking. She was way too thin to keep up in the long run, even though she felt like she could drink a lot.

She just put the shotglass down, and the tanned boy next to her already grabbed his whiskey. She lifted her eyebrows in awe as he gave her the other glass. “Cheers, beast,” she said and took a sip of the drink. It sertainly warmed her up even more. “Okay, fine.” She put the glass down as she gave up, keeping him from her place. “It’s too hot in here,” she complained. The warming alcohol, the fighting in the pit, the tension and being a werewolf didn’t help on the heat. “If you wanna do bodyshots, we can finish this one and leave,” she teased him. No matter what, she would leave as soon as possible, with or without him.

She chuckled. ”Well, they are all right. I’m all about corruption,” she said looking at him with a sleek smile.

She took another sip of her whisky and felt a burning sensation down her throat. She eyed that he bit his lip as she teased him. “So I thought,” she said, with a slightly hoarse voice, before she emptied her glass. With a firm movement she put down her glass and moved away from the bar, out the door and along the streets. “It’s not far away from here,” she explained.
Shortly after, she turned into a high fashion hotel. It was very clean and sharp looking. There was doormen, and in the reception sat a nice little lady with curly but combed hair, who with her sweet little voice said, “Welcome Miss Barone. I hope you had a wonderful evening.”
“Thanks, Patricia. It’s only going to get better,” she said, looking over her shoulder to the man behind her, smiling at him. “I got 14th floor, darling, come on,” she said slightly playfully. Another man who stood by the elevator, opened the elevator door for the two werewolfs. As soon as they both were in it, the doors closed and began elevating. “Don’t worry, I don’t own this place,” she giggled. The elevator was fast, and suddenly, it opened its doors and she went out first towards her door, right in front of the elevator door. “But I got the whole floor,” she said as she put her key in the door and shortly after opened the door to a nice clean entrance. “Please take of your shoes, Beast,” she said, as she lazily took of her own boots. The boots didn’t stand, but tumbled around, looking messy. She opened her arms as she walked forwards, showing off her suite. “Do you want a house tour, or do you wanna go for the table immedieatly?” she said, turning around, facing him with a smile.

It was kind of sweet, how the tanned man, she had invited home, blushed when she called him darling. Of course, it was way more nice than being called Beast, but there was just something about calling each other for Beauty and Beast.

She gave him a slight smile, as he shared that he liked being there with her. They have only been in the elevator for a couple of seconds, and the hotel a bare minute? He must be crazy, she thought teasingly.

She put her keys in, while listening to his request. The door clicked as she opened the door successfully, but instead of walking directly in, she turned around, poking his chest. “Yes – But, I invited you over for bodyshots, not sex,” she corrected him teasingly. A wide smirk was on her lips, trying to confuse him about what she wanted. She liked them slightly confused, because then, when they finally got what they both wanted, they seemed so much happier. Men. She backed into the door, so it opened behind her, turning around, holding the door for a split second, before she almost tossed her shoes off.

Delilah spotted how his eyes flew up from her lower body to her eyes. Dirty dog. The flirtatious smile stayed on her lips. “Cool,” she said, shrugging one of her shoulders. If he got lost in her apartment, it would be fun messing around with him, since he probably wouldn’t be able to find her – unless he used her scent. She lifted a brow as he moved closer. She shook her head, and closed her eyes once. “You forgot my name, Logan?” she asked slightly shook. She made sure to say his name loud and clear, so he knew that they knew each other’s names. Of course, she had had a lot of names, and it could’ve been cop trying to break her cover. “My name is Delilah. Don’t you dare forget my name again,” she said slightly threatening. She then turned around on her heels walking away towards her alcohol stock in the livingroom. While she walked, she opened her skirt on the back, pulled her black shirt over her head tossing it towards the sofa in the big livingroom. Having her upper body completely naked she stopped in front of her glass cabinet pulling her skirt down. While she sat in her position, she opened the cabinet pulling out the tequila.
Wearing only her tights and thong she went to the kitchen, placing the tequila on the kitchen desk. She then pulled down her tights and tossed them backwards, over her shoulder. Maybe she hit Logan?
She then turned towards the refrigerator and pulled out some limes which had already been cut, she then grabbed the salt. Everything was placed next to the tequila. She turned towards Logan, “Are you ready?” she asked, standing there only wearing her black thongs.

How dared he roll his eyes, when she told him exactly what was right. The invitation was bodyshots, not sex. He shouldn’t just come into her apartment and think he could own her. “You got a problem with that?” she said lifting an eyebrow, increasing the way she seemed like an unreachable goal. “Maybe I should glue your eyes in place to keep them from rolling around that empty space inside your head,” she said giggling. She was not trying to be rude, but just trying to prove a point; no one rolled their eyes at her.

She smirked, like no discussion had ever happened. This time, she rolled her eyes. Not in disrespect or anything, but just because she thought he was being extremely cheesy. “I’m neither,” she shrugged and shook her head a little. She knew that she didn’t have a title, and would be incredibly lucky to get one, being an omega. Goddess and Queen would only be for dreamers.
“Right to it then!” she said, changing the topic, grabbing everything she had found, heading to the dinner table. “How do you wanna take it?” she asked as she placed everything on the table, so she could sit next to it.

Delilah laughed, when he tried to correct her, telling her that his head wasn’t that empty. “I’ll remember that, Beast,” she answered just as cocky as him.
Did he really just say that? She gave him a slight smirk. “I don’t have enough money for cleaning, you know. That’s why you had to leave your shoes at the entrance,” she explained. Some months she barely got through with the money she earned. She didn’t want to mention what she worked with, after all se was looking for a good time and tried not being charged.

She shrugged as he told her to get on the floor. “Cold floor it is,” she teased and got off the floor to lay on the back on the floor. As he tried to give her the lime, she ‘bit’ after him, nothing that would ever get to him, but just to check his reflexes and if he flinched. Shortly after, she would take the lime between her lips, so it was easy to take from her. The salt was slightly ticklish between her breasts.
The start, with kisses on her body was like lighting up gasoline. She got turned on. He then licked the salt, took the shot and took the lime from her, like nothing had happened.
She smirked, as he asked if she wanted the next. “No need to ask twice!” she said, pushing him to his knees. “Sit,” she said, like if she ordered a dog. She then took the lime and placed it between his lips, poured some salt behind one of his collarbones. Lastly she poured some tequila behind the other collarbone. Putting the tequila away, she sad down in front of him. If he rested on his legs, she would sit on his lap. She grabbed his shoulders, licked the salt and sucked the shot. She then grabbed the lime with her mouth, only to spit it out next to her, so she could place her lips against his.