Lia leaned on one of the structural metal poles under the stadium, one foot resting on it, the other planted firmly on the ground. She stretched her hands behind it until her fingers interlaced and she leaned forward without fear of falling. The sounds of the birds chirping and the sight of the sun slowly setting allowed her to breathe a sigh if only for a moment. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived when she could hear footsteps approaching her and that could only mean one thing.
"So, you're here after all," John Holiday said sounding both amazed and cocky.
Lia smiled seductively, "Of course I am. We had a deal."
"I said I would be here, and I said I would take you home, so here I am."
He descended on her, cornering her against the pole with his body, "Well, you're not my usual, but I guess I'll make an exception for you."
Lia kept the smile plastered on her face, as her eyes met his, "I think I can make it worth your while."
"We'll see," he said as he hastily began to nibble at her neck, his hand working on the buttons of her shirt.
Lia closed her eyes and pretended to enjoy his ministrations which were both hasty and sloppy, at best. He nearly ripped a few buttons off her blouse in his urgency and his nibbles left a little too much saliva for her liking. His hands lacked the tenderness of a lover.
Not that she knew what that was like, but this definitely wasn't it.
Lia gladly distanced herself from the sensations, which left a lot to be desired, and instead focused on the beating of his heart and his breathing. She knew there was a certain point when he would reach an excited, near-climactic state, and that is what she patiently listened for, waited for, all while remaining still.
"John, I don't know about this..." Lia said, feigning fear, just to see if John Holiday had any redeemable qualities.
"We had a deal," he said into her neck, his thumb hooking under the clasp at her bra which sat at her sternum. She made sure to wear it that day just for such an occasion. Soon, she could feel the warm spring air wash over her breasts and his hands sneaking up her thigh.
"Please..." she whimpered as she struggled against her own self-restraint.
"No backing out now," he said as his fingers reached ever higher.
She could hear his heartbeat and his breathing reach a fever-pitch when he thought she was scared and struggling.
That sick fuck.
Lia reached out from behind the pole and grabbed both of John's wrists, her fingers growing into long, razor sharp digits. When she curled her hands about him, they sank deep into his flesh. She felt a rush of satisfaction when she heard the tear and felt the blood. Even more so when John Holiday yelled in both shock and pain.
"Same for you then," Lia said as her human guise slipped away to reveal the red eyes, the horns and the wings since he already became well acquainted with her claws.
John Holiday tried to struggle against her, but she pulled tighter, a sinister smile crossing her lips, "And John?"
His eyes were wide and filled with fear, but they met hers.
"I'm everyone's usual."