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feverinfeveroutfic · 23 days ago

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Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xxv.: “lady godiva’s house”

pairing: joey belladonna x oc

prompt: boot worship

word count: 4470

song: “crazy love” by chelsea wolfe

“He wants to meet me again, but this time, down by the Golden Nugget.”

It had been over a month since I had seen Joey, and it wasn’t until I actually received a letter from him when I began to think about him again. I had a feeling that he would want to see me again, but he never explicitly said it aloud through those written words. I was back at my place on the northern edge of Carson City, and I sat out on the small front porch with my cup of coffee and Joey’s letter out before me under the flat surface of the paper weight.

He had written the letter on fine butter yellow parchment and wrote his words in smooth black ink, at least at first glimpse: I took a better look to find that the ink was actually a rich dark red. He had tucked it into a little dark red envelope, and when I took it out of the mailbox, I noticed the little kiss mark on the back. The sight of it made my heart skip a few beats, especially when I never really saw myself with Joey, and I never really had anything that romantic before in my life. I was never really a fan of romance, but I could tell that he had put a great deal of thought into it.

“Portia—

The last date with you was complete and utter bliss. I look forward to the next time that you can make me orgasm in the way that you did. In fact, while on tour, I find myself thinking about you on a regular basis. I think about seeing you again in the heart of downtown Carson City, down by the Nugget, in my finest boots.

In fact, I must confess that I think about you so much that I can’t help but put my hand down my shorts whenever the guys aren’t around. I must meet you again, and when the tour is finally finished, too.

I am going to scrape up what I can just so I can fly out there again. I shall call you if and when the time comes.

Love, Joey”

I needed to read it a few times in order for it to all register. Before he had gone off to the next stop on his tour, I had given him and his crew my number if they needed anything else, and I was beside myself when I realized that he hadn’t lost it all throughout the tour: a setting like that would be so easy to lose things.

Maybe he was in fact suggesting it. Down by the Golden Nugget once the touring festivities had calmed down a great deal.

I sipped on my coffee, and I peered out to the street before me. That late summer in the high desert feeling with the slightest chill in the air around me, and yet the cottonwoods down below the rim of Lake Tahoe all had yet to change color. I thought about Joey and everything that he and I had done before, and in fact, the more that I thought about him, the more I wanted him to call me.

I finished my coffee and doubled back into my house. It was like clockwork when the phone rang. I kept the screen door closed behind me as I vouched for the cordless phone. I pushed the button and brought it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” he greeted me.

“Oh, hey, you. I just got your letter. Um… do you wanna meet again down by the Nugget? Is that what you were asking me?”

“I was more suggesting it—you know, I was kinda thinking out loud when I wrote that. But I would love to do that, though. I would love to spend more time with you and in a place that’s more Vegas than Vegas.”

I smiled at that. “More Vegas than Vegas, that’s a new one,” I said with a chuckle.

“It really is,” he insisted. “I remember going through there—like within hours of meeting you—and thinking that I had landed in a miniature version of Vegas instead. Then I met you and I wanted to be in that dirty, sexy part of the country that no one really talks about or wants to completely admit to liking at all.”

I smiled again, and that time I followed it up with another chuckle.

“So what time do you want to meet?” I asked him, and I pressed a hand to my hip.

“Well, I got home yesterday and I slept in today because of it,” he replied. “How does Saturday sound?”

“This Saturday or the one after?”

“This Saturday, yeah. Today’s Sunday, which means I can rest for the week and sort through my mail and whatnot. I’m thinking of taking the earliest flight out there so we can have a whole day and then some together. I also gotta dig my boots out of the closet, too.”

“What kind of boots are they?” I asked him. “Or do you wanna save it for when we see each other again?”

“I’ll just say that they’re leather and they have a bit of a raised heel,” he replied, and all the while, he lowered his voice to a gentle husky tone, as if he and I were in bed together and talking over the surface of our pillows. “Not quite cowboy boots, but they’re getting along those lines.”

“I think I should wear mine,” I suggested to him.

“You definitely should,” he answered. “Anyways, I gotta bounce. Next to touring, I also got a job waitin’ tables. So, I have to get ready.”

“Yeah, don’t be late,” I assured him with another chuckle.

“I’ll see you Saturday, Portia babe.”

“Earliest flight out,” I echoed. “I’ll see you then.” I puckered my lips for a kissing notion, and then we hung up at the same time. Indeed, I kept on walking to my bedroom closet to fetch my own boots out of hiding. They were these black leather boots that rose all the way up to my knees, as if I was about to walk the streets in search of my own heart. Though they slipped on over my feet, they had these fine silvery buckles on the sides facing out: in the center of the actual buckles was a small cluster of rhinestones in the shape of a small flower. They were like little forget-me-nots, small insignias that coaxed everyone into remembering me always.

I was going to wear these boots as well as my best black jeans and my white leather jacket, especially since it had a pair of bright red cherries embroidered over the left side.

My hair nicely combed and slicked back with a bit of rose water, and I was ready to face him again, that time down in the heart of town.

There was a grassy spot right behind the Golden Nugget, tucked back in the darkness and with a view of Cactus Jack’s right across the street: it was a place where I could hang out and wait for him without anyone getting the wrong idea about me. I planned on being Joey’s whore that night, and I wasn’t going to ask him to pay me, either.

He had told me that he was going to be flying into Reno and then he was going to take the bus down from there with all the smoking seniors and chicks with bad attitudes who had come there instead of Vegas for a good time. Luckily for the two of us, I had gotten there rather early, which meant that the sun was going to remain out for the time being.

I lingered by the brick pillar with one foot up on the sides of the bricks and my hands tucked into my pockets. I let my hair cascade over my shoulder, and I was going to let my skin drink down the warm sunshine as it filtered in from behind the roof and face of Cactus Jack’s. It helped that I wore mirrored sunglasses slightly tinted pink, and it helped that the twinkling lights on the outside of the Golden Nugget appeared much more golden than during the middle of the day.

I was about to be Joey’s whore for the night, and that feeling confirmed itself over once the bus lumbered up to the stop in front of me.

I nudged my glasses down for a better look at the passengers padding off in single file, and I laughed to myself when I realized he was one of two men who stepped off there and into the shadows. His long black curls seemed to drift behind him and his black leather-clad body like ribbons; indeed, he had on these big black leather boots with a slightly raised heel. He had crossed a boundary of sorts being dressed like that, and he seemed to enjoy every part of it as he padded off the bus and came on closer to me.

“Hey, stranger,” I greeted him with my arms open and my chest ready for him.

“There’s my little desert rose,” he returned the favor in that upstate accent, and we embraced one another. He pressed his smooth dark lips to the side of my neck, which in turn sent chills down my spine. I let my sunglasses slide down the bridge of my nose, and he held back and gazed into my eyes, those big brown eyes as tender and smooth as molten chocolate.

I held back and showed him my feet, to which he raised his eyebrows.

“Ooh, hot,” he remarked.

“We’re gonna have fun tonight,” I promised him, and I took my sunglasses off all the way so he could have a better view into my eyes. “Do we want to get something to eat first or shall we go into this headfirst? The restaurant in here is wonderful.” I gestured back to the big casino behind me.

“I’m kinda hungry,” he confessed as he adjusted the strap of his travel bag over his shoulder. “I could definitely go for something to eat right now. Something to eat and then we can have a moment alone after that.”

I put my arm around the small of his back, and we walked side by side along the outside of the Golden Nugget towards the front door with the warm late afternoon sun at our left side. Cars shot past us along the main drag, but I felt safe next to him, especially when he remained along the curb and with his arm around the lower part of my back.

“I’m in love with those boots,” he told me.

“Yeah, well, I like these boots you’re wearing,” I retorted to him.

“Hey, now… I said I’m in love with the boots,” he corrected himself with a wag of his finger at me.

We rounded the corner, and he reached for the glass front door before us. He held the door for me, to which I thanked him. We were met with a cool blast of air over our heads as well as the faint smell of cigarettes off to the side, but we took the clear side of the restaurant, there at the bar.

Though he didn’t have much money on his person, he was more than happy to spend it on me, with a cup of coffee, dinner, and a slice of pie à la mode afterwards.

Once we were done, we returned to the street, and at that point, the sun had gone down behind the mountains, and the sky had painted itself royal violet with nightfall, while the summits of the mountains themselves glowed with rich scarlet and gold with the twilight. Joey adjusted the zipper of his jacket as well as the strap of his bag, and I was relieved that I had driven down there beforehand.

“Would you like to put your bag in my backseat?” I offered him. “I’m parked right down the street here.”

“Yeah, unless we’re going somewhere else,” he replied.

“I’d like to take a walk and show you around the place,” I suggested to him. “A nice little evening walk when the evening itself is quite nice.”

“Oh, I’d love to!” he declared, and we walked on back toward my car. A quick packing of his things in the trunk, and we doubled on back up to the crosswalk right outside of the front doors of the Golden Nugget.

The traffic had thinned out as rush hour came and went, but there were still quite a few cars on the street even after the sun went down. This was the state that never slept, even while tucked right under the veins of silver and the pockets of sandstone.

I pressed the button for the crosswalk, and we lingered by the corner. Two men down the side of the casino had lit up their cigarettes, and even though they didn’t seem intent on walking our way, Joey still lingered close to me.

“Such a gentleman,” I remarked to him over the noise of the traffic. He showed me a smile and shrugged his shoulders a bit.

“Just doing my job,” he assured me.

The light turned red, and we walked ahead to the other side of the street. The lamps along the inside of the sidewalks had lit up with orange light in junction with the twilight. We strode along the parking lot out before Cactus Jack’s, which was then lined with long low hedges and trees. We crossed the next side street up, and we soon found ourselves in a quieter neighborhood and one that I was only vaguely familiar with,

“These houses are all from the turn of the century,” I explained to him. “In fact, rumor has it that some of these are haunted.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he retorted to me.

“The one on the corner up here is haunted,” I told him with a gesture up the street; there stood a house on the corner, all by its lonesome surrounded by a series of towering cottonwood trees that were beginning to shed their plumes of cotton into the gutter below. “I know for a fact that it is.”

He squinted his eyes at me. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” I replied. “I’ve actually been in there, too. I can confirm that it is in fact haunted.”

We walked on up to the house and the wrought iron fence that lined the property. The trees covered the entire front yard, which was nothing more than soil and stones to resemble a forest floor, completely in shadow. There was a walkway that led up from the sidewalk and the front gate to the shabby stained front door; the house itself meanwhile was small and of pale brick, and lined with faded white wooden trimming. The chimney had come apart with time, and something told me something bad had happened here. I could not explain the feeling that the house bestowed onto me, but it was an obvious feeling.

There looked to be a memorial next to the front gate, with long thin glass candles and a few little skulls the size of tennis balls decorated around the base. Before us stood a wooden cross.

“So there’s this effigy here,” Joey remarked, and he hovered over the little wooden statue with his hands pressed to his hips. I joined in next to him for a look myself, at the nails that jutted out from its eyes and the noose wrapped around its neck. A feeling of dread swept over me at the sight of it, especially at the sight of its rust-colored hair; indeed, he rested a hand on his slim svelte stomach and gave himself a little massage.

“Everything okay?” I asked him, slightly concerned.

“Yeah, this… weird feeling just came up in my stomach,” he replied. “A girl whom I used to know some years ago. We had this thing together—”

“Your ex-girlfriend?” I interjected.

“Different girl. Before her and well before you. We had this thing together. It was pretty intense. Well…” He shrugged his shoulders a bit. “It was intense in a sense that I had never really imagined myself in that sort of situation before. And then I met you.” He showed me a little smile, albeit one that didn’t last very long. He returned his gaze to the effigy on the bottom of the memorial.

Something about it seemed to haunt him, as if there were some kind of demons that he didn’t want to tell me about, even if we were getting to know one another. He crouched down to touch it, but then he held his hand back from it as if it was hot.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him, slightly concerned.

Joey stood up and he nearly lost his balance from the slightly raised heels of his boots. He caught himself on the iron rungs of the fence. I turned towards him, away from the statue, from the Crone.

“This thing—” he said. “It’s doing something to me.”

A chill swept over me right then, and even though there was not a single gust of wind or a breeze around us, I swore that I could hear it. We were being surrounded by something, by the ghosts of his past.

Voices filled our ears right then. I glanced up to the trees before us, and it took me a second to realize that the trees were in fact speaking to us. The voices of his past loves.

I lowered my gaze to the house before us. Not a thing stirred about. Not a single light shone from the windows.

Mere silence.

The trees were making the noise.

And then Joey hopped over the iron fence into the front yard.

“Joey!” I called after him, and I hopped the fence as well. I followed him around the trees to the side of the house. I caught up with him right as he turned the corner into the backyard. There was another effigy back there, but something I couldn’t exactly see from the shadows all around us.

Joey crouched down before it. Excited whispers surrounded us, and they grew increasingly louder as he reached for the face of the effigy.

“She keeps calling me,” he muttered. “She’s haunting me. They’re all haunting me.”

In the dim light, I could see him closing his eyes. He took a deep breath, and he held it. His back shuddered and shook as he breathed out. I sank down next to him, and I put my arms around him.

His heart pounded in his chest.

A part of me felt like it wasn’t the best place for it, but I felt closer to him just by cradling him in my arms.

“Joey… stay with me,” I begged to him in a soft breathy whisper. He shivered and huddled closer to me; all the while, he dropped his hands down to the fronts of my knees. His long fingers spread over the fronts of the boots, across the black leather that bound me away from the cold of the house. “Stay with me. Please stay with me.”

He closed his eyes. I wanted to hold him and take care of him right there in the backyard of the haunted house. I could hear a woman’s voice breathing down from the trees. Something told me it was the voice of his ex-girlfriend, the last girl before me, the last girl to break him.

The voice disappeared, and the cold remained around us. But once the noises died away, Joey lifted his head and turned to me. His brown eyes were big and I could tell that his lips were dry and parched.

“Let me help you—”

I held onto his hand, and he lifted himself up to his feet. His knees quivered like a newborn horse, but he managed to stand up and walk with me to the side of the house. I glanced back at the effigy, only to find that it had disappeared into the shadows.

We walked along back to the front yard and the memorial right outside of the front gate.

“That statue is giving me a weird feeling again,” he confessed as we reached the fence again. I climbed over first, and I managed to do it one leg after another, even with those boots on. Indeed, it felt as though I had jumped into a swimming pool filled with icy cold water, and I was surrounded by all the bubbles.

In the dim light, I could make out the shape of the nail heads against the cold ground. It struck me as one of those things that needed to be destroyed. We had found it, and thus, we had to take it out ourselves.

Joey hobbled over the fence. We had our boots, and we could demonstrate them to one another.

“Destroy it with me,” I suggested to him, and I extended a hand to him. He swallowed, but we locked our fingers together.

“I’ll stand on it,” he told me.

“I’ll take the nails out,” I followed along with him, and I knelt down to the sidewalk. Joey stamped on the statue, and he kept it locked underneath the crest of his heel.

With my free hand, I picked the nails out of the eyes, one by one. I was surprised by how easily the first came out, but once I took the second out of there, a loud, ear-splitting shriek filled the street. I peered behind us to see the lights of the Golden Nugget and the cowboy outside of Cactus Jack’s flickering before they died out all the way.

I swallowed, and my heart pounded in my chest, but I kept picking out the nails, one by one.

The third one came out and another shriek emerged from the block before us. The houses on that block were haunted, but especially the one next to us. Joey kept his boot heel firmly planted on the wooden effigy.

The fourth and the fifth nails. The next shrieks came about in a backwards echo, and they sent shivers across my back.

“Portia!” Joey exclaimed.

The sixth nail out, and the voices in the trees returned, followed by another disembodied shriek. I picked up the crone and chucked it into the storm drain next to me. Though I couldn’t see it, I could hear it falling down into the gutter, down into the sewer.

The voices and the shrieks vanished with the rest of nightfall’s arrival. Joey breathed out, and I turned my head for a look back at the Golden Nugget and Cactus Jack’s, both of which lit back up and shone bright against the cold desert sky.

I stood up, and I never let go of his hand.

“Let’s get back to the car,” I suggested to him. He nodded his head, and we returned down the street, back to the corner. No one traversed about the street, but at least the lights came back on.

We returned up the street to the car, but I was in no mood for driving.

“You wanna sleep in the car?” I suggested to him.

“Can we do that here?” he asked me.

“Yeah. Just so long as we don’t make it obvious. I have a blanket back here so we can cozy up for the night.”

He nodded his head, and he climbed into the backseat first. Once I took the blanket out of the way back part of the car, I climbed in over him. It wasn’t easy, especially with our boots on, but I closed the door with ease, and he reached around the driver’s seat for the lock button. The doors clicked shut, and we lay down in unison in the back seat under the blanket. His little body still trembled with fear, so I held him in my arms. I held him so close to me, because we both needed to be held after all of that.

“I never thought I would be staying the night right up the block from a haunted house but here we are,” he confessed to me. I ran my fingers through his inky black curls. I kissed him on his soft silken dark lips, as if I was kissing the finest chocolate in all the land. I put my arms around his slender waist and tugged him in closer to my body. His long black curls swept over my body like a protective blanket, even if the actual blanket itself was covering our bodies. The heels of our boots jutted out from underneath the other end and against the inside of the car door.

I could scarcely shake those ghostly shrieks from my mind. In fact, every time I played them over in my mind, I squeezed the seat of his pants, and I ran my hand up onto the small of his back. All the while, I lifted up his shirt, and I exposed his smooth skin to my fingers.

He buried his face into my chest. The crown of curls at the top of his head smelled of cloves and black pepper. I could feel his lips against my chest, and I wished that I was wearing my lace camisole just to further entice him.

“We’re okay,” I assured him, and I could feel his hands on the crest of my hips. His long fingers slithered onto the small of my back at first, and then he let his hands glide up the center of my back towards my shoulder blades. “We’re going to be okay.”

“That was nuts,” he whispered to me in a soft voice, and then he brushed his foot against my own.

That effigy may have been possessed by something, but that something had made him kiss my boots. I had made a deal with the devil to help give this man a little bit of piece of mind.

Even with the ghostly sounds firmly implanted in my mind, I could feel safe there next to him. I could feel safe with my hands on the small of Joey’s back, with my feet brushed up against his own. His boots against my own. The fact that my long pointed heels faced away from him, while he kept his pointed away from me as well. We lay there in the backseat of my car as if we were about to create an effigy for ourselves.

But if an effigy was about to come forth based on the two of us, we could have it with our boots on rather than be blinded by the shutters of the house.

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