The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (7 page)

T
uesday walks
down a dark corridor towards a nondescript door. She knocks on it twice before a woman on the other side calls out.

“
S
peak your name
,” the voice utters.

“
T
uesday
.”

T
he door unlocks
, and Tuesday walks inside. The lead door quickly swings shut behind her with an obnoxious boom.

“
I
apologize for the theatrics
,” the woman says to Tuesday. “But we have to be careful.”

T
he woman
of thirty is quite short in stature with a pixie red hair cut. She is not at all what Tuesday was expecting.

C
andles burn out of necessity
, rather than for ritual, as there is no electricity in the vacant room.

“
I
’m
Megan by the way. And please, don’t let the candles scare you. This place is off the radar. If we had utility bills, that would defeat the purpose. And that thunderous lead door keeps the uninvited forces out.”

“
O
kay
. Good to know,” Tuesday pipes in.

“
Y
ou’re a pretty one
. I can see why your force refuses to let you go,” Megan compliments.

B
ut it is not
the kind of compliment Tuesday was looking for from a strange woman in a dark room.

“
I
need your advice
, some guidance, Megan,” Tuesday asks as she wants to get straight to the point.

“
C
an
you get rid of your force for good? Is that the first question?” Megan asks.

“
Y
es
,” Tuesday answers.

“
T
hat’s difficult to answer
. So many have tried before you, and most have failed. And not because of the reason you would think. It’s because sex with a Force is so damn electrifying, it’s hard to give that up for a mere mortal dick.”

“
W
hat if I
am ready to give it up? What can I do?” Tuesday says flat out.

“
I
’ll assume
you still have the one wish left? Is that correct?” Megan questions.

“
Y
es
, I do,” Tuesday confirms.

“
H
ave
you thought about using it to rid him once and for all out of your life, or perhaps for another fleshly desire?” Megan drills in hopes of discovering the real Tuesday.

T
uesday quickly responds
,“Yes, that is exactly what I’m thinking of using it for. I loved him more than myself at times, before the accident. I even wished myself dead to be with him. But that was the foolish and inexperienced girl inside me talking. I’ll admit that the sex now is even better than when he was alive. But I’m ready to say goodbye to him, and everything surrounding him.”

M
egan steps in closer
, to let her in on a secret, “That is what they want you to do. It’s a trap. Once you say you want them gone and call upon your wish to make it happen, they will double in number. Your force will clone and so will his companions. Instead of three of them, you will have six to deal with.”

C
ompletely shocked
, Tuesday’s mouth falls opens, “So every time he asked me if I wanted to use my wish to say goodbye to him, he knew it would be the beginning.”

M
egan nods in the affirmative
.

“
T
hat son of a bitch
,” Tuesday says under her breath,

“
I
f you thought
your troubles were many before,” Megan continues, “they would double. All of them would demand more and more of you, more than you would ever be able to keep up with. You’d become a vessel used simply for their pleasure. Your insides would eventually disintegrate, and there would be nothing left of you but a beaten soul. Once that happens, they take that as well.”

“
O
h my God
, so what do I do?” Tuesday implores, “How do I rid myself of them? I can’t continue like this much longer. They’re taking over my life. They’ve even become violent. They’ve crossed over to black, and I refuse to go with them.”

“
I
s there someone else
?” Megan questions.

T
uesday takes
a moment before she admits the truth, “Yes, there is someone that I want to be with who may want me too. He followed me to Franklin Forrest one evening and found us. They turned on him and almost killed him. I think I’ve convinced him that it never happened, but I don’t know for sure.”

“
T
here are no guarantees
, mind you but some have cut their visits to almost zero by—“

“
B
y what
?” Tuesday jumps in, anxious to hear the answer.

“
B
y becoming
celibate and refusing to allow the Force or any man to enter them. The Force must gain your permission before each interlude, and we know how strong their spells can be. But if you’re strong enough and refuse their urges and your own desires, they may grow weary trying or impatient, and move on.”

T
uesday asks a follow-up question
, “I can do that. Is there anything else I can do?”

“
O
ne
, not so pretty,” Megan offers.

“
T
ell me
,” Tuesday demands.

A
candle goes out
.

M
egan is uncomfortable
. But she just tells herself that it had nothing to do with a Force. She walks back over to the candle, strikes a match and relights it before she turns back to face Tuesday. She rolls up her left sleeve. There is a branding mark burned into her inside wrist the way a cattle prod is used to mark cattle. It looks like a circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.

“
W
hat did
you do to yourself?” Tuesday demands as she inspects the marking.

M
egan rolls
the sleeve back down, “It’s an amulet used by Druid Priests. It’s sacred to the Omnipresent worshipers of the 1400s. It wards off evil, as well as provides a protective shield against unwanted Forces. But, if you allow them in your bed, just once, it’s effects are null and void.”

T
uesday paces back
and forth as her head fills with so many more questions than Megan could possibly answer.

“
S
o what should
I use my wish on?” Tuesday asks, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“
T
hat is totally
up to you. It is a powerful tool that you shouldn’t take lightly. Think long and hard before you decide, as there are no take backs,” Megan warns.

T
uesday ponders everything
she has just learned. She is ready to make a decision.

“
I
want the amulet now
. Where do I go?”

M
egan gestures
for Tuesday to follow her through a second door.

T
uesday is back
in her office at the gym. It’s around 11 am and the gym already buzzes with activity.

O
ne fighter known
as Scorpion clears out his locker and kicks the door shut. He’s pissed that Tuesday has asked him to leave for non-payment of his dues.

W
ith a head
the size of a bowling ball and two fists like cinder blocks, he is a very intimidating presence to most men, and especially to women.

S
corpion bad-mouths
Tuesday to a few of the fighters before he decides to confront her face-to-face, despite others telling him to let it go and to leave with some dignity.

S
corpion takes
the stairs three at a time and punches the door open to her office. It slams against the side wall and startles Tuesday.

A
nother fighter bounds
up the stairs to intervene. However, The Scorpion assures the fighter that everything is cool and that he won’t touch her; he just wants to have a civil conversation.

T
uesday Scorpion
that he can speak his peace before he goes. The other fighter slowly backs out and shuts the door to her office. He leaves a crack in the door to overhear the conversation and in case he needs to intervene again.

T
uesday is
a bit rattled but quickly composes herself. She rubs her gauze-wrapped wrist out of anxiety though Scorpion sees it as fear.

S
he remains
stoic as Tuesday would never give this goon the satisfaction of knowing he’s unnerved her.

“
W
hat is it Scorpion
?” Tuesday says as she takes several steps towards him with her arms folded in front of her.

S
corpion devours
her with his eyes. He imagines what it would be like to control her, to fuck every hole she has. He licks his lips as he settles his gaze on her ripe breasts that rest on her folded arms.

“
O
scar understood
. He gave us options” Scorpion spouts.

T
uesday walks back
over to the desk and pulls out Scorpion’s file, “I see what you mean by options. The only option I see is you skipping 13 months of dues, and Oscar going further in the red.”

“
O
scar gave us credit
!” Scorpion shouts as he takes a step towards Tuesday.

“
T
hey should call
you ‘I.O.U.’ instead of the Scorpion. You’ve won your last five bouts, yet you haven’t put a dollar towards your bills. I’m sorry, either you pay what you owe today, in cash, or you’re not welcome to train here. That’s the deal.”

T
uesday lays
down the law to a lawless man who doesn’t see an authority figure, but pussy on a stick.

“
Y
ou know
what I could do to you?” the Scorpion says as he grabs his package and rolls it around his hand.

“
I
’m going
to have to ask you to leave,” Tuesday says as she stares him dead in his face.

“
I
imagine
your tits are full of nectar. I’d milk you like a cow; a heifer. Then I’d rip that pretty little skirt of yours off and see what kind of forest lies between your legs. Ummm, you want that, don’t you,” The Scorpion taunts.

“
G
et out
,” Tuesday says as she points to the door, “Or I’ll have you thrown out.”

“
I
’d spread
those meaty thighs of yours and shove my cock so far and so deep into your woman hole that I would split you in half; from the inside out,” Scorpion taunts.

T
he fighter
at the door comes back in and shoves the Scorpion out the office. The Scorpion swings at the other fighter to signal him to get his hands off of him.

T
uesday sits
behind her desk and shakes from head to toe. She is so unnerved, that she can’t even pick up a pen to sign a check.

T
uesday rubs
against her gauze-wrapped wrist before she pulls a bottle of water out of her desk and drinks it.



T
he Pretty walks
into the gym as The Scorpion exits. The Scorpion bumps The Pretty with his shoulder on the way out.

T
he Pretty tosses
his duffel bag to the floor and follows the Scorpion to his car.

“
W
hat’s your problem
?” The Pretty says, demanding a response.

T
he Scorpion turns
to face him. “There’s no problem, man. Only your cunt in the office will be getting hers,” he says off-handed.

R
oman hauls
off and punches The Scorpion across the chin with a clock that sends him flying on top of his car.

T
he Scorpion didn’t see
this one coming. He wipes the blood from his lip, “So you’re fucking her, right? That’s how you’re paying your dues?” he says as he does a spin and kicks Roman’s legs out from under him.

T
he other fighters
in the gym hear the commotion and pile outside. One fighter is about to intervene when another stops him, “They have to work this out on their own,” he says.

T
he Pretty does
a switch kick and lands his foot on the calf of the Scorpion, which causes him to buckle to the ground. He quickly jumps back up, however, and shakes it off.

B
oth men are
bare fisted and ready to end it quickly with a severe blow that could hospitalize either one.

T
he Scorpion is known
for his lightning quick tags to the side abdomen that can rupture spleens and crack ribs.

T
he Scorpion swings
his deadly cinder block fist but misses The Pretty’s side by mere inches. He then dives for the left leg of The Pretty and latches onto it.

T
uesday steps
outside to see what is happing. However, she doesn’t have the stomach for this fight. She turns around and runs back inside.

T
he Pretty uses
a take-down defense, swings and lands a steady barrage of under hooks. The point of contact leaves the Scorpion bruised and cut. But he’s very persistent in tries to take The Pretty down to the ground.

W
ith a cut
above his right eye, the Scorpion ignores the pain as he blitzes The Pretty with a series of kicks that sends The Pretty tumbling on top of a vehicle.

T
he Scorpion jumps
on top of the vehicle and raises his foot to stomp on The Pretty. However, The Pretty grabs the Scorpion’s foot with both hands and twists it like a rag. This action pops the Scorpions leg out of the hip socket. He tumbles to the pavement.

T
he Pretty jumps back
to the ground as the Scorpion swipes his arm to knock The Pretty off of his feet. The Pretty is down, and the Scorpion grabs his shirt and pounds away at his side.

T
he Pretty spins
out of striking reach and uses his feet and knees to deal the final blows to the Scorpion.

T
he Scorpion puts
his hands up to signal that he gives up.

T
he Pretty holds
his side as he stands erect, “Someone call this man an ambulance.”