“Ugghh, I think I’m going to puke,” Tempest said, still reclining across the foot of the bed.
“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?” the boss demanded, his head snapping toward her.
“I let myself in. I thought you could use a good distraction,” Tempest said, sitting up and dangling her legs over the foot of the very high-set bed.
“A distraction, huh? Sweetheart, if you ain’t here to fuck me or blow me, get the fuck out of my bed!”
“Well, you know, I thought about blowing you,” she said as she slipped off the bed and slowly started toward the hot tub, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she went, “but then I decided that blowing you away, would end all too soon, and you needed a little more time to understand.”
The man made a sound somewhere between irritation and impatience, shoving the girl trying to ride him off his lap and into the water in the hot tub. “This shit again. If I had a dollar for every little bitch that thought she could intimidate me because her stupid fucking father or husband was too stupid to stay alive in this game, I’d be a richer man than I already am. Come on, let’s settle this shit,” he said, waving her toward him.
Tempest grinned. “Oh, goody!” she said, her voice positively quivering with excitement. She misted right up against him, standing in the hot water with him, her nose pressed against his she allowed him to get a good look at her eyes.
He tried to step back as he shoved her away from him, but two things happened that he didn’t expect. He stumbled on the step of the hot tub that was right behind him, and then his hands went right through her as though she was only an image, not actually corporeal. “The fuck is this?” he demanded, floundering on the now wet carpet beneath him as he tried to crab walk out of reach.
“Well, first I’d say, it’s a very tacky and poorly decorated room that was out of style even in the seventies, which I think is the last time anyone did anything to it other than clean it. I mean… hot tub in the bathroom, with carpet around it? Really? But most importantly, I’d say, I’m karma, come to visit — personally!”
“I’ll fucking end you!” he bellowed, finally managing to get up off the ground and stomping toward a side table where he had several guns stored.
“Nah, but that is my plan for you. And you know, if you even halfway listened to your security team, you’d already know that I was here,” she said, making air quotes around the word security.
He turned around with two pistols in his hands, both aimed at Tempest as he stomped across the room toward her, firing as he went.
Tempest laughed hysterically as she looked down at her slightly transparent body while bullets whizzed through her sending wisps of lavender and green rising from where each bullet passed through.
“Why are you fucking laughing?” he demanded.
“Well, there’s that little thing — I can’t even say it’s swinging, or dangling for that matter — anyway, it’s flopping around down there,” she said, pointing to his dick, and then there’s the matter of you still not putting two and two together.” She went from several feet from him to right in his face. “I’m not human, and you get to meet your destiny tonight.”
“And you’ll fucking die!” he screamed, firing the bullets through her image again.
“Oh, you with the fucking and the dying and the bullets! Just shove that fucking gun up your ass! I’m so tired of it already!” She stopped like she’d just heard her own words. “Oh! That’ll work!” she said.
Suddenly he was screaming, his hand clawing at his own ass as one of the guns he’d just been holding was suddenly inserted into his ass at an awkward angle, the end of the grip sticking out of his asshole.
“That’ll do it,” she said.
She noticed the sound of quiet crying behind her and looked over her shoulder at the two girls huddled together in the hot tub. “What? Not enjoying the show?”
They both just cried harder.
“Dear God, how do I manage not to smite this entire place from the map?” she wondered aloud as she rubbed her temples. “Anyway, let’s get to the point. I have a friend. A dear friend — family really — who has been spending some of the most recent years of her life homeless because she’s been in hiding. Do you know who she’s been in hiding from?”
“Fuck you!” he spat.
She made a buzzing sound. “Ennnnhhhhh! Wrong answer!” she produced a long thin nail out of thin air and ran it through his dick with little more than a flick of her wrist.
He screamed like a little girl, dropping to his knees as he tried to cup his newly pierced, flaccid penis.
“For each wrong answer you give, I’m going to pierce something on your body. Could be your dick, there’s a couple of inches left that don’t have a decoration yet. Or, I might pierce your balls, one at a time. I could just rotate that gun in your ass, but I’m thinking I’d rather pierce something. Maybe your liver, ooooo, I know! I could run one of the little nails up your dick and into your bladder, swishing it around a bit to see what we’ll get! Fun!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“I said, fuck you!” he managed, leaning heavily on one arm as he balanced himself on his knees — spaced widely apart — as he gingerly held his dick in his other hand.
Tempest sighed. “You just don’t understand the rules yet,” she said, flicking her fingers toward him, sending another long, thin nail toward him. This time it pierced through the hand that was cupping his balls and through the end of his dick.
He screamed again and fell onto his butt in agony, which made him scream and bellow in even more pain when the gun jammed itself deeper into his ass, its rough edges tearing and cutting the skin inside him.
Tempest laughed delightedly. “Okay. Let’s try again. I’ll even remind you of the question. Do you know who my friendhas been hiding from?” she demanded, as she leaned over him, a little piece of rotting flesh dropping from her teeth to land on his nose.
