We all tease.

She told me to stop.

After all this time.

Stop!

How fucking dare she. She's a fucking tease. But still, I pull back. Letting her slide down my body until her feet touch the floor.

"It's just a bit fast Jake. You took me by surprise. I'm not ready." She looks me in the eyes. Hers are full of lust. I know she wants it too.

She smiles that same old smile. I wonder how many other men have had that smile. How many men has she screwed since me? Or women. I feel the anger and need rise, but with some effort I squash it.

I've got better over the years. I can control myself more. It's better that way. That way, I can plan my revenge. My punishments.

She turns and pulls the door to the fire exit, leaving me for the cold winds. I follow her.

I look her up and down. She wears a red dress, short and tight. It reminds me of another particular red dress. I push the memory down. Down into the firey pit of my mind. She wears white trainers and angel wings.

Now that we're outside, away from the flashing lights, I see that her hair isn't white. It's just a very bright blonde. The blue ends are light, like a cloudless sky. "What are you?"

She leans against the railings out here, and looks at me in confusion. She doesn't understand my question. "I mean your costume."

"Oh." She giggles, and reaching beneath a layer of her hair pulls down a black band. "I'm a pirate. I didn't have a proper costume. And Kitty only told me about the party last night."

The eyepatch looks strange on her. I pull it away from her face, off her head and slide it into my pocket. "So you've been keeping in touch with Kitty? And why the wings?"

"Yes. Since we last met. I saw her at the bar before I went up to sing. I gave her my number there. I told her not to tell you. The angel wings I already had. They're from a hen party. I wanted to feel like I was participating in the dress code."

Typical fucking behaviour of someone like her. Pretending to be an angel. That's her disguise.

I'm gonna kill kitty.

"Right. You ran away from me that night. I waited for you."

"I know. You're bad news. So I left through the back. And let's be fair. The last time we were together, you ran away. I woke up bruised, broken and bloody. In a hospital bed. Alone."

This isn't a good conversation point. And it's definitely not the kind of talk I want to be having with her right now.

Yes, I left. I had to. There was no other choice.

I don't want to talk anymore. I move towards her. Putting my hands on the railings behind her. She watches me. She doesn't back away, but she doesn't lean towards me. She's fucking challenging me.

"Give me a kiss." I tell her. I don't ask her. I don't want to play. I lean forward, teasing her lips with my breath.

She slightly opens her mouth, ready for my tongue. "No."

The fuck? I almost ignored her. I was sure she was going to kiss me. I pull back. Again.

"What the fuck do you mean no?"

"Look Jake. I no you're not used to the word, but no is the opposite of yes. Do you understand?"

She raises a perfectly shaped brow at me. Fucking tease. She's purposely leading me on.

"Anyway, I better be going Jake. It was nice to see you again." She turns and takes a step down the fire exit. The metal rickets and shakes with each little movement. She can't fucking leave.

"Stay here Christina."

"Actually, it's Christy. And no, I d-"

"I won't touch you. Not unless you ask me to."

Yes! She's thinking about it.

I can already imagine sinking myself into her hot tight pussy. Her arching her back to let me suck on her hard rosy nipples. Rough moans as I-

"Ok. But you have to promise me. You don't touch me. Unless I ask you. Or I'm dying or something, you can touch me then."

She sends me a cheeky grin. She's lucky I'm a better man now. She's going to make it hard. I can tell. That's OK. I love a challenge.

Two can play that game.

We all tease.