Deadly

“Shit.”

Luxuria rolled over onto his stomach and crawled towards the phone.

“Fuck!” He gasped in surprise as he felt Chrystal slide her hand over him.

He tried to focus on finding his cell, which was lost somewhere between the sheets, as Chrystal pumped furiously.

“Hello.”

“Lux,” Invidia started seductively. “How’s it-”

“How much do you need?” He cut her off. He was nearly breathless now that Chrystal had taken him into her mouth and he could feel the delicious heat and wetness.

“Five thousand.”

“You know what I want.”

Invidia sighed. “When?”

“I’ll meet you in front of your place once I’m done here,” Lux answered as his fingers entwined in Chrystal’s hair and he pushed her head closer.

“See you then.”

Invidia sat back in the passenger seat and sloppily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked over at Lux as he tugged on the zipper of his jeans.

“Careful there, Lux. You wouldn’t want to get that thing stuck.”

He ignored her statement, as he leaned over her and opened the glove compartment. Moments later he pulled his hand out and threw a thick fold of hundred dollar bills into her lap.

“Thanks. I really owe you.”

“I’ll remember that.” A sly smile graced his face. “So, what are you getting done this time?”

Invidia lifted her slender hand and flicked his nose. He nodded in response.

“I really think this’ll do it. There’s nothing left.”

“You’ll finally be perfect,” Lux said.

“What?” Invidia started at his tone.

“What what?”

“What’s with the tone?”

“What tone?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Lux! If you’ve got something to say to me just say it!”

“You’ll never be perfect.”

A thick silence filled the car as Invidia glared angrily at him.

“What do you mean?” She whispered anxiously.

“Invi, no matter what you do, no matter what you change, you’ll always be dissatisfied. It’s just in your nature. Just like sex is mine. It’s what we’re built for.”

“You’re built for sex?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m built for dissatisfaction?”

“Yes.”

“How lovely.”

Another smile stretched across his face. “I’m hungry. What about you?”

“I could eat.”

“Gula’s,” they both suggested.