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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 16
The Shopping Trip
Her legs were clad in thigh high socks. Her feet were slipped into red platform wedge shoes. She had on a tight red mini dress and a black bolero jacket. They weren't expensive designer clothes, but they were good quality and they looked expensive. She did wear all the flashy jewelry she had when she had worn that ass showing outfit (except some of the rings for the sake of mobility). She put her hair up in a messy but cute bun, and put on that red lipstick she affectionately called, “whore lipstick.” She took her purse and ran back to that fantastic limousine where her new “assistants” were waiting, watching something on the TV.
A telephone rang in the limousine. Lydia answered it. It was the driver. He politely asked where she wanted to go, so she told him she wanted to go to the nearest mall.
She had no idea where to go first. She looked at Gina and Marleen, not sure which was which.
“Uhm … if you had the credit card and blessing of a fabulously rich guy and you were in a mall, what would you guys buy?”
Without missing a beat, both women said at the same time, “Shoes.”
“Well … okay shoes.” Lydia shrugged and looked for a shoe store.
Ten purchases later, Lydia decided to buy the two women a pair of shoes each, just because they were very nice and helped her try on shoes. She then went to a clothing store that sold edgy things. Eventually the women were overloaded with bags, but they didn't complain. Lydia just told them to walk back to the limousine, put the bags away, and meet her at a certain restaurant. They had a small meal there, of course on Vlad Dalca's credit. After that they went to a jewelry store, because damn it Lydia wanted some more rocks.
Claire Brewster was there, with her two friends. Lydia suddenly thought she was a hypocrite for calling Claire's friends fashion accessories, but she didn't feel too bad about it. Claire shot Lydia a smug look and said, “Girls, can you believe Lydia is here? I didn't know goth rejects were interested in the finer things.”
Gina and Marleen both gave Claire surprised looks. One of them spoke before Lydia could make a retort. “Miss Lydia's going to shop here.”
Claire laughed at that, flipping her hair. Lydia walked over to the glass display case Claire had been hovering over. “Wow Claire, you have great tastes.” She smiled at Claire. Claire mumbled something with the word cunt in it. “Okay, that's it,” Lydia slapped the credit card onto the display. “Sir?” she called out to an employee, “I'd like to buy that, that, that,” pointing at every thing she wanted, “that, that, that, and anything this bitch over here has been looking at.”
Claire's face turned so many shades of red, and she ground her teeth, giving Lydia the angriest eyes she had ever seen. Lydia only grinned at her.
“Stolen your dad's credit card, Deetz?” Claire somehow said without moving her lips much.
“More like, using a nice gentleman's card with his permission,” Lydia told her.
***
It was dark when Lydia returned home, and her new beau Vlad was sipping at some coffee with her father in the kitchen, waiting for her. Charles was holding his cup like he wanted to protect it, covering the top with his hand. He smiled at Lydia, but there wasn't any happiness in his smile.
“What did you say to my dad?” Lydia asked Vlad as she walked over to him. Gina and Marleen were carrying the shopping bags up to Lydia's room.
Vlad hugged her with one arm and offered her some of his coffee. She gently refused. Vlad kissed her cheek. “Lydia, I said nothing threatening,” he said in a very normal and friendly tone. Charles nodded his head and took a gulp of coffee. Vlad put his cup down on a counter and gave Lydia a normal hug, then another quick kiss. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”
Lydia answered, “I think I almost killed your credit card.”
“Good.” Vlad stroked her face and tapped her nose. “Someone from the mafia had tried to spy on Mihai's mansion. Brunhilde sent him home.”
“Damn,” Charles said in a breath. He stared down at his coffee. “I guess they aren't stopping.”
“Be grateful,” Vlad said without turning to look at him. He just kept smiling at Lydia.
***
Prudence really was a lot of fun. She had been raised by a modest Catholic family, was timid and shy in general, but very intelligent and she really didn't have a lot of qualms about exploring new things with her sexuality.
With her wrists bound together over her head, her back arching against Mihai's warm bed, Prudence looked like a captive slave to him. He had so much fun tickling her with feathers and jolting her senses with toys. She was more responsive than a porn star, and more than likely more sincere.
She didn't beg for him. It was part of this game. Making her beg was his goal here, and damn it he was thinking he might lose.
He suckled a portion of her round breast, roughly grabbing her core. She screamed, came close to begging, shaking her head.
Prudence was feisty when she wanted to be feisty. He wondered if the timidness was a facade.
When his mouth went to her core she whined and sobbed, and eventually she begged, and Mihai heard his own laughter in his head.
***
When the man handed him a discreetly taken photograph taken of Lydia Deetz shopping, he knew he was looking at one of the most beautiful women in the world.
This girl was being protected and taken care of by this fucked up gang he still didn't know much about, and not knowing pissed him off.
Was any woman even worth all of that?
She was exceptionally pretty, but, even the cheapest whore could be exceptionally pretty.
What a smile … she looked good in jewels.
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