Chapter Sixty: Celeste's Night Out

Chapter 60

Celeste’s Night Out

Jaxon lay in his bed sleeping in the nude. An envelope slid under the door with an ant pushing it and the ant took Noah’s form. He picked up the envelope with a grin. He slapped him in the face with it.

Noah: “Special delivery for Axion Jaxon!”

Jaxon perked up.

Jaxon: “It better not be another one of those tabloids!”

He huffed.

Noah: “Not today, buddy!”

He gave a thumbs up. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose as his curiosity piqued. He tore open the envelope to take a peek at what was inside.

Inside the envelope were pin-ups of Celeste. The first was Celeste in a panther pose on her Kawasaki in her black bikini. The second she had her arms raised with her white crop top showing her under boobs and her jean shorts unzipped. There were various pictures of her wearing a Pantera tank top, lacy leopard print panties, black leg warmers, and doing stretches. One had her lying on her stomach with a view of her feet and ass. The next was her posing in a mesh micro bikini. Then she was on the beach lying on her stomach with her bikini top undone. The last was a close-up of her bare feet.

Jaxon’s face brightened a deep shade of crimson, matching the streak in his hair. He collapsed back onto the bed, fanning his face.

Jaxon: “GOD DAYUM! It’s HOT in here!”

He grinned and chuckled, running his fingers over the photos of Celeste.

Jaxon: “See this Noah, THIS is the PERFECT woman!”

He held up the photos.

Jaxon: “And she’s about to be mine…”

He purred, kissing the photo of her bare feet.

Noah backed out, and closed the door behind him, shapeshifting into a dove to fly out of his window from the balcony.

~

Maestro Morgan’s Dazzling Carnival was in town. Celeste stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She was in her cat hoodie robe and looked at Victor’s door. She pushed her forefingers together and knit her eyebrows. Is he going to look at the pictures I had taken for him? She thought glumly.

She recalled when they got pizza last night, Deimos told him that Ivy and Blair were getting closer and it sent Victor into a downward spiral. He hasn’t come out of his bedroom all day and won’t open it for anyone.

Celeste entered the guest bedroom drying her hair, and looking at the ad for the carnival. Tristan was in court representing a client. Deimos and Makayla were rehearsing to record their debut album. Fabien is working and now that Craig is healed, he’s back to work as the Burger Berserker at Voyage Burger.

And Victor is depressed about that witch, she thought bitterly. She looked at her bare nails. She removed the polish before she got a shower. Time to add a new coat, she thought. She retrieved her foam toe separators to put in between her toes. She opened a bottle of shiny dark purple nail polish and began painting her toenails.

After her nails dried, she thought she heard a door open and zipped hoping to see Victor come out and tell her what he thinks of her pin-ups but it was Oliver going through Tristan’s door. She grimaced and slunk back in her room.

She unzipped her purse and withdrew her circular pill case. She drew a breath, opened the case and took a pill and swallowed it with soda. She put her pill case back in her purse and the purse knocked to the floor, getting her wallet, car keys, make-up bag, a pack of cigarettes, and tampons on the floor. She groaned and picked them up, putting them back in, and picked up a scrap of paper. What’s this? She wondered and looked at it. Her eyebrows rose. Jaxon’s number, she thought.

~

The phone rang in Jaxon’s condo. Noah picked up the phone.

Noah: “Hello, this is Jaxon’s residence. Noah Jones is speaking.”

Celeste: “Is Jaxon in?”

She asked. Noah thought of another one of his lady companions calling.

Noah: “Yes, ma’am. One moment.”

Noah went up to Jaxon’s room.

Noah: “Sir, you’re wanted on the telephone.”

He said genially. Jaxon grabbed the phone from him.

Jaxon: “Hot dang, I hope it’s a sexy lady!”

Noah closed the door behind him to give him privacy.

Jaxon: “Well hello there Celeste.”

He purred.

Celeste: “Hey, how did you know it was me?”

She laughed a bit. Jaxon grinned down at the photos of her on his lap.

Jaxon: “Ohh… lucky guess.”

Celeste: “So, uh, Maestro Morgan’s Dazzling Carnival is in town and I wondered if you wanted to take me.”

She looked out the window to see Gustave pretending to be an airplane in the garden.

Jaxon: “Oh, you’d like to go on a thrill ride with me, huh?”

He teased. Celeste laughed on the other end.

Celeste: “If you play your cards right.”

She teased.

Jaxon: “I’ll just have to call your poker face!”

He teased. She laughed her throaty laugh.

Celeste: “Pick me up at 805 Hawthorn Lane.”

She opened her closet door.

Celeste: “It’s the Trémaux Château. It’s one of my homes. I’m a cat with two homes.”

She drew a long breath. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose, surprisingly.

Jaxon: “The Trémaux Château? You live with that Tristan guy?”

He laughed bitterly. What a crazy small world, he thought.

Celeste: “Yeah, we’re really good friends!”

She chirped and looked at the strip of photos they took in the photo booth.

Jaxon: “I see…”

He pondered, imagining a threesome between him, Celeste, and Tristan.

Jaxon: “Be ready in twenty mins, I’ll swing by!”

Celeste: “Okay! See you then.”

She hung up the phone and sat at her vanity to do her make-up.

~

Celeste stepped out of the Trémaux Château on the lawn waiting for Jaxon. She wore a Guns ‘N Roses crop tank top, a spiked choker, a denim mini-skirt, a studded belt, black pantyhose, and knee-high slouch black boots. She had her leather jacket over it and her purse over her shoulder. Jaxon’s red 1985 Toyota Celica GTS pulled up by the curb. She saw his grinning face as he feasted his eyes on her. He wore a black button-up shirt with red flames on it, skin tight black and red gradient pants, and black chelsea boots.

Jaxon: “Well, helloooo there, sexy lady!”

He whistled at her.

Celeste: “Hello!”

She rolled over the hood of his car and hopped in the passenger’s side. He caught a waft of her perfume.

Jaxon: “Mmm, very sexy!”

He sniffed her neck. Celeste giggled and playfully hit him.

Celeste: “That tickles!”

She laughed a bit.

Jaxon: “Oh, you like that?”

He purred. Celeste pursed her lips.

Celeste: “I’ll let it slide since I’m in a good mood.”

Jaxon: “I’m glad I put you in a good mood!”

He winked. Celeste glanced at him and smiled.

Celeste: “Yeah, you did!”

She placed her smaller hand on his hand on the shift stick. Jaxon gripped it tightly. He shifted the gear into reverse and looked behind his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. When he got onto the road, he shifted into the first gear and drove down Hawthorn Lane and onto Spring Garden Lane.

When they drove away, Victor stood in the corridor outside of his bedroom door watching them leave with despair and sadness in his eyes. Oliver looked up at him.

~

They arrived at Maestro Morgan’s Dazzling Carnival. The entrance for the carnal was a red and white striped circus tent adorned with red, white, and blue balloons. They approached the ticket booth where an older man in his sixties sat.

Ticketmaster: “Hello, pretty lady.”

He said to Celeste. Jaxon put his arm around her.

Jaxon: “Isn't she just?”

He grinned. Celeste shivered and blushed when he put his arm over her. Jaxon paid for their tickets.

The carnival was bustling with people from all walks of life, including families, couples, friends, or people going alone. The rainbow lights on the rides and games were dazzling and appealing to the eye. The smell of cotton candy, churros, caramel apples, funnel cake, popcorn, fries, and hot dogs filled the air.

Some of the rides were The Gravitron, The Monster, The Orbiter, The Zipper, Teacups, Tilt-a-Whirl, bumper boats, several roller coasters, The Looping Starship, Top Spin, The Tornado, and a huge Ferris Wheel.

There were also games such as throwing darts at balloons, duck ponds, fish bowl, Whack-a-Maxx, Skee Ball, a shooting game, and more.

At the end of the carnival was a funhouse, a haunted house, and a house of mirrors.

Celeste reached down and held Jaxon’s hand.

Celeste: “What do you wanna do first?”

She looked up at him with her violet eyes.

Jaxon: “Whatever you want to do. Surprise me.”

He placed his hand over his eyes and grinned. She pointed to the high striker hammer game.

Jaxon: “Hammers?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Yeah, I like to bang things sometimes.”

She said nonchalantly.

Jaxon: “Me too.”

He purred. She went up to the game stand attendant and he gave her a hammer. She raised the hammer and hit the lever, smashing it. The puck flew up knocking the bell off the tower and it collapsed. The game stand attendee’s jaw dropped. He cleared his throat and handed her a teddy bear. Jaxon’s jaw hit the floor, gaping at Celeste.

Celeste: “Sorry about your game.”

She drawled.

Jaxon: “...Wh-What the fuck what THAT?!”

He gasped and laughed.

Celeste: “What?”

She tilted her head.

Jaxon: “...Who are you? What are you?”

He asked.

Celeste: “Celeste! Celeste Marcella! I’m just a 23-year-old girl!”

She spread her arms out.

Jaxon: “You’re not just a 23-year-old girl! You’re something else…”

He stroked his chin, marveling at her. I wish Tristan were to decipher if he knows too much, she thought. I don’t want to get into my history or relive that trauma, she thought. She placed her hands on the wall of his chest and ran them down his torso.

Celeste: “Mhm…”

Jaxon: “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He purred.

Jaxon: “I guess I’ll find out someday then, huh?”

He added. She nodded soberly.

She took his hand and held it, and then tickled the palm of it. Jaxon snickered a bit.

Jaxon: “Wanna go on a thrill ride with me?”

He gestured to the claw ride, swinging past them with exhilarated screams and pounding synth club music. She nodded.

Celeste: “Of course!”

She took his arm and leaned on his shoulder as they stood in the lineup for the ride. There was a sign plastered on the side of the ride that read the height limit being 3’9” and no pregnant or drunk people allowed. Jaxon smirked. Ah, at least her psycho grandpa can’t get us here, he thought.

The ride operator opened the gate, checking each of their tickets and ushering them up the steel staircase and up onto a steel platform. Neon lights twinkled around them and fast-paced synth music danced around them, igniting Jaxon’s exhilaration.

People put their bags down and some removed their shoes. Celeste smirked at Jaxon. She unzipped and slid off her boots, revealing her tiny pantyhosed feet. Jaxon’s grin tugged at his lips.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, you like to take things up a notch for thrills, huh?”

He purred.

Jaxon: “That’s something we have in common. So, do I.”

He joined her, slipping off his chelsea boots and socks, and getting into his seat beside her. She scrunched her nose catching a waft of his footstink. At least it’s not as bad as Craig’s or Jaclyn’s, she thought. She didn’t want to start an argument with him.

Her feet dangled beside his. She rubbed her hosed feet on his feet. Jaxon shivered to her feet rubbing up against his and rubbing his feet against hers. The operator came around and checked that the patrons were buckled into their seats and he got into his operating booth, turning on the ride.

The ride began to gently sway side-by-side. The music climbed in tempo as the ride climbed in momentum. It swung higher and faster up into the sky. Screams were heard among some of the patrons and some among them cursing and regretting this terrifying ride, but Celeste kept her smile intact. Jaxon laughed with exhilarating glee as the music rose in tempo with the ride, swinging them in a fast motion and tipping them upside down.

Celeste snickered as she felt the cold breeze stroking against her bare, pantyhosed feet in the air, baring her soles for all below to see and marvel at. As the wind strokes increased, her snickers turned to laughter.

Celeste: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She laughed as the wind tickled her feet. Jaxon smiled at her and chuckled.

Jaxon: “HAAHA AHAHAHAH!”

He laughed maniacally at the adrenaline racing through his body and the wind tickling his feet. He felt like he was on top of the world and nothing could bring him down. The music and the ride started to slow down again.

Some patrons sighed with relief that it was over, but Jaxon pouted at the fun being over so soon, craving more. Celeste panted and drew a long breath. The ride slowed down until it finally stopped. The restraints lifted off the seats and the patrons got up and collected their belongings, exiting the ride. Jaxon got up and put his socks and chelsea boots back on, keeping his gaze locked on Celeste. She grabbed her boots and slipped back into them and zipped them up.

Jaxon: “Have fun?”

He asked. Celeste shifted her eyes.

Celeste: “That was torture. But glad you enjoyed that.”

She smiled weakly. She patted his hand and leaned on his chest.

Jaxon: “Torture?”

He laughed and led her off the platform and back down the stairs again.

Celeste: “It was… like I was strapped to a tickling machine!”

Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at her.

Jaxon: “A tickling machine? Does that even exist?”

He laughed. Celeste shifted her eyes.

Celeste: “Well, I’ve been in… many so yes.”

She stammered.

Jaxon: “Oh, really now?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. Celeste shrank and nodded meekly.

Jaxon: “You’re a kinky girl!”

He purred at her. Celeste raised her eyebrows and blushed. I wasn’t in the machines for lovers or crushes, though, she thought.

She cleared her throat to switch the topic to anything but weirdo scientists tickling her feet.

Celeste: “Oh, want to go in the love tunnel?”

She asked with an awkward laugh. Jaxon scoffed.

Jaxon: “Nah, booooring!”

He waved his hand.

Jaxon: “Wanna play some games?”

He pointed at the carnival games. He froze when he saw one of those games where you throw the ball into the clown’s gaping mouth, resembling Maxxy Malone.

Jaxon: “Let’s do THAT one. I want to smash his stupid clown face!”

He huffed.

Celeste: “Yeah, for sure! He’s getting a lot of press… Not good press, though.”

She laughed.

Jaxon: “More press than me!”

He huffed.

Celeste: “But you’re getting pretty good reviews. I read this stuff. The reviews were good and fair, some offering gentle critiques. It’s better than ‘the one star is for the cat poop in the pool’.”

She smiled at him.

Jaxon: “Cat poop in the pool? He’s gross.”

He huffed, buying the balls for them to throw.

Celeste: “Yeah, when Deimos bought his stupid album, he got a poster. Anyway, one of the posters was Maxx lounging in a kiddie pool with a cat turd floating in it.”

She laughed. Jaxon scoffed, throwing the ball into the clown Maxx’s mouth.

Jaxon: “What a loser!”

He huffed.

Celeste surveyed him for a bit.

Celeste: “Why do you hate him so much, Jaxon?”

She finally asked and threw a ball right into the clown’s mouth.

Celeste: “He’s a huge loser and is focused on hating on Ashley, so I wondered if this was deeper or something. It seems it is.”

She locked her gaze on him.

Jaxon: “That’s right! He’s a huge loser, so he doesn’t deserve the spotlight! He’s getting the spotlight instead of ME!”

He huffed, throwing the ball at the clown, hitting it in the head, breaking off a piece of its hair.

Celeste: “Is that it?”

She peered into his face.

Jaxon: “What do you mean is that it?!”

Celeste: “I dunno, I would rather get good reviews and less spotlight than bad reviews and more spotlight.”

She drawled.

Jaxon: “He shouldn’t be getting the spotlight at all! He’s an insult to glam metal and makes us all look bad! A good glam metal band should get that focus instead… like Steel Axe!”

He huffed. Celeste raised her eyebrows.

Celeste: “I agree with you.”

She nodded.

Celeste: “I hope you do get that, Jaxon.”

She said earnestly.

Jaxon: “Thanks, Celeste!”

He smiled and threw another ball, getting it into the Maxx mouth.

Jaxon: “Now…, where were we?”

He grinned at her.

Celeste: “Whatever you want, Jaxon!”

She offered.

Celeste: “You call the shots here.”

She smiled.

Jaxon: “I’ll drink some shots to that!”

He grinned, looking over at the bar.

Celeste: “Okay, I don’t drink, though!”

She waved her hand. Jaxon gaped at her like she had three heads.

Jaxon: “You don’t drink?!”

She shook her head.

Celeste: “I didn’t mean literal shots, though… I meant you’re in charge. I am going with the flow.”

She slapped her sides.

Jaxon: “Well then, flow with me, baby.”

He took her hand and led her over to the rollercoaster ride. Celeste shivered.

Jaxon: “Flow with me on a rollercoaster!”

He grinned. She took his arm and leaned on him.

Celeste: “Yes, gladly.”

She whispered. Jaxon led her up the stairs, showing their tickets to the operator again and they boarded the carriage. Celeste’s breathing hitched. Her leg rubbed against his. The ride begun with the carriage going up the elevated track with the cluttering sounds of the chains and the wheels along the track. When the carriage reached the top of the track, it stopped for a moment. Jaxon grinned at Celeste.

Jaxon: “Here we go, baby!”

Celeste: “All right!”

She laughed. Suddenly, the carriage tipped forward and dropped down at a lightning speed. Some people screamed in terror or cheered. Celeste felt a thrill as sped down the track making sharp turns. Jaxon cackled as the adrenaline pulsed through his body as they were shaken and jeered in different directions, until stopping to a halt where it left off. Jaxon beamed and clapped his hands together.

Jaxon: “What a ride!”

Celeste drew a short breath.

Celeste: “You sure love these rides, don’t you?”

She asked breathlessly. Jaxon hopped out of the carriage and turned to her.

Jaxon: “I sure do.”

He took her hand and helped her out of the carriage. Celeste smiled when he helped her off.

Celeste: “I take it… it’s like this in your bedroom?”

She asked softly. Jaxon grinned at her.

Jaxon: “...Well, wanna ride my rollercoaster in my bedroom?”

He purred. Celeste pursed her lips.

Celeste: “I’m usually the dominant one with others but not tonight and it feels… different.”

She admitted.

Jaxon: “Really, now? Not surprised you've never been with a man like me.”

He gloated.

Celeste: “Yeah, you’re right.”

She blushed and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Jaxon: “So… is that a yes or no? Coming back to my place?”

He pressed her, stroking her hair. Celeste bit her bottom lip.

Celeste: “Are you… demanding me?”

She asked and locked her gaze on him. Jaxon chuckled and grinned.

Jaxon: “So, that's a yes then?”

He teased, cupping her cheek. Celeste’s breathing hitched. She didn’t know what she wanted but this was feeling good and she wanted to feel good after Victor locked himself in his bedroom. She felt conflicted.

Jaxon and Celeste stood before a haunted house. It resembled a castle with the entryway being the mouth of an evil clown with fanged teeth.

Celeste: “Wanna do that before we go?”

She held onto his arm. Jaxon put his arm around her.

Jaxon: “All right, let's go for one more.”

He smiled and led her into the ride.

~

They entered the haunted house. It was dark with red lights offering some lighting. An animatronic skeleton reached out and grabbed Celeste’s boobs. She jumped a bit.

Jaxon: “Back off, skeletor, those are mine!”

He whacked the skeleton hand off her boobs. Celeste smiled widely, pressing her large breasts on his chest. She brushed her nails over his face, locking her gaze on him. Jaxon chuckled and glanced down at her.

Jaxon: “Ohoho, what's this? Can I touch those for real this time?”

He reached over to her breasts. She nodded. Jaxon smiled widely and cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Celeste closed her eyes tightly and moaned.

Jaxon: “Amazing!”

He sighed happily. She pressed her body on his, their groins meeting, and lifted her leg to curl around him.

Jaxon: “Now, this is my favorite thrill ride…”

He purred and leaned in to kiss her, cupping the nape of her neck as their mouths met. He lifted up her top to reveal her large breasts in a lacy sheer bra. He fluttered his forefingers over her nipples. She snickered and laughed as her hard nipples pressed against the fabric. She playfully hit him.

Celeste: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She arched her back. He stopped and rested his hands on her sides, feeling her soft feminine form under his palms.

Celeste: “Know how to do shibari?”

She asked in a breathy tone.

Jaxon: “Of course I do! Want me to do it to you at my place?”

He purred. Her eyes grew large.

Celeste: “Y-Yeah…!”

She licked her lips.

Celeste: “Have your way with me.”

She blurted.

Jaxon: “What? Right here?”

He laughed. She shifted her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She finally nodded. Jaxon grinned at her, cupping her breasts and gently stroking her nipples, kissing her neck from behind. She giggled, blushed, and moaned, placing her hands on his.

Jaxon: “So, you’re one of those tickling fetishists, huh?”

He teased, stroking her nipples. She giggled, then laughed and nodded.

Celeste: “Hehehehehehehe yehehehes!”

She arched her back.

Jaxon: “Like that, huh?”

He whispered in her ear and trickled his fingertips between her breasts and around her nipples.

Celeste: “HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

She laughed and jerked, her boobs bouncing in his grip. Jaxon hardened at the sight and feel of her bounce. He stroked his fingers down the sides of her underboobs, making his way down her curvaceous figure. Celeste laughed hysterically hating this but a small part of her loved this.

Celeste: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!”

Jaxon: “Damn, baby, you’re shaped like a beautiful guitar!”

He teased and plucked her tummy, tickling her all over. She laughed hard and wiggled her hips.

Celeste: “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMN IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

She laughed hard and gasped in between laughing.

Suddenly, they were startled by a flash as the camera snapped a photo of them. Jaxon stopped tickling her. Celeste quickly put her boobs back into her bra and pulled her top down. She withdrew her compact mirror to look at herself and fix her makeup. She used facial tissues to wipe her mascara from her cheeks. She shut her compact mirror and placed it back into her purse.

She saw a hulking humanoid appear behind Jaxon. It was a tall muscular thing with gray skin, glowing red eyes, and huge fangs. It wore a horned helmet, a chest plate, loincloth, and fur trim boots. The fuck is that? She thought. It raised its axe and Celeste gasped.

Celeste: “JAXON, WATCH OUT!”

She grabbed him to dodge the attack as the axe crashed down on the floor and embedded into it.

Jaxon: “THE FUCK?!”

He gasped, stunned beyond disbelief.

Jaxon: “What the hell is that ugly thing?!”

He groused at the hulking humanoid with disgust. The humanoid opened its mouth to speak.

Darashinai: “Dude, I would totally fuck you!”

She giggled. Celeste’s heart sank.

Celeste: “Oh no…”

Jaxon: “Hell no!”

He waved his hands.

Someone grabbed Celeste’s hair and threw her into the wall, where she was shacked.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK? CELESTE?!”

Appearing behind Jaxon and embracing him from behind was Dougal.

Dougal: “Sorry, bint! No girls allowed!”

He chuckled and looked down at Jaxon. Jaxon writhed in his grip.

Jaxon: “Who the fuck are you?! Get off me!”

Dougal snickered.

Dougal: “ ‘ello, love! When I saw ya, my schmoodar went off! Why don’t we have a grand ol’ time without the lasses?”

He grinned at him, showing his yellow spaced out teeth.

Jaxon: “With you and that ugly thing? EWW, no thanks.”

He groused at him. Celeste struggled against her shackles.

Celeste: “Don’t you touch him, Dougal!”

She barked and bared her teeth. Dougal rolled his eyes.

Dougal: “Or what?! Off with ya, bint! Me and the lad are going to shag and since I’m in a good mood, you get to see it!”

He laughed.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, no we won’t! I don’t want to fuck you.”

He huffed.

Dougal slapped him across the face, the impact sending him to the floor. Dougal slammed his obese, whale-like body on top of him, grabbing his wrists.

Jaxon: “G-Get off me! You weigh a ton!”

Dougal: “Remember, sexy: ‘no’ doesn’t exist in Dougy’s playtime fun!”

He chuckled. He undid his belt and wrapped it around Jaxon’s ankles, securing it. He chuckled and unsnapped the button to Jaxon’s pants.

Jaxon: “I said NO. I don’t want to fuck you! You’re too ugly!”

He fired back, trying to fight free. Celeste gritted her teeth to break free from her shackles. She started loosening the bonds bit-by-bit.

Celeste: “I’ll fucking KILL YOU, DOUGAL!”

She rasped.

Dougal: “Nag, nag, it’s all bints do.”

He rolled his eyes.

Jaxon struggled to try to break free of him, but it was like wrestling a beached whale. Dougal lowered his own pants, showing his hardness through his Union Jack boxers.

Dougal: “Say hello to Little Dougy!”

He crooned and pulled his penis out. Jaxon groused with disgust.

Jaxon: “No thanks! Put that little ugly thing away!”

He barked. Celeste’s heart hammered in her chest. She gnashed her teeth as fury burned through her, and the screws from her shackles started pulling out of the wall.

Dougal: “Now, time for Little Dougy to go into the train tunnel! Here comes the choo-choo!”

He lowered himself on Jaxon.

Jaxon: “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

He rasped and struggled.

Celeste pulled the screws out of the walls and broke free of her bonds. She bared her razor-sharp teeth at Dougal. Jaxon’s eyes widened when he saw Celeste ferociously charge at the whale beast like an animal. Dougal glared at her.

Dougal: “DARASHINAI! GET HER!”

He bellowed. Jaxon gaped and burst out laughing.

Jaxon: “Did you just call that ugly thing a slut?!”

Dougal gawked at him.

Dougal: “Huh?”

Jaxon: “In Japanese ‘Darashinai’ is a slutty, careless, slob of a person. Does that make you ‘Futotta baka’ then?”

Dougal just glared at him and slapped him. Jaxon recoiled and shuddered to his large sausage fingers slapping across his face.

Darashinai charged after her, raising her axe and swung it. Celeste’s fingers tightened around the handle, trying to wrestle it away from her. She growled and lifted her leg to push her away. Darashinai crashed into a wall breaking it. Celeste lifted the heavy axe with ease. Jumped up and raised it above her head, landing down and crashing it through Darashinai, splitting her in half. Jaxon’s jaw dropped as Darashinai’s torn corpse fell to the floor in half.

Dougal: “Goddamnit, do you know how much it costs to have those made?!”

He said in a high-pitched squawk. Darashinai’s blood and guts covered the floor and Celeste had her blood on her.

Dougal: “Aw, bloody hell!”

He struggled to lift himself off Jaxon. He put his penis back into his boxer and ran out, trying to pull his pants back up.

Dougal: “I’ll be back!”

He hissed as he ran out with his pants down. Jaxon caught his breath, finally able to breathe again now that he wasn’t crushed under the morbid obesity of that whale.

Jaxon: “No you won’t! This pretty green lady will slice you if you try again!”

He pointed to Celeste.

Celeste: “He’ll be back… and I’ll be facing him.”

She said coolly and tossed the heavy axe on the floor. She knelt to undo Dougal’s belt from Jaxon’s ankles.

Celeste: “You okay?”

She asked.

Jaxon: “Yeah, I am now that I’m not being crushed under four hundred pounds of fat!”

He laughed bitterly.

Jaxon: “Thanks for saving me. You’re a badass chick.”

She smiled at him.

Celeste: “Thank you, Jaxon. Shall we get out of here?”

She nodded to the exit.

Jaxon: “Yes, please!”

He took her arm and they exited the house into the entrance way.

There was a booth selling photos from the attraction. Pictures of Jaxon tickling Celeste, Jaxon fondling Celeste, Dougal on top of Jaxon, Dougal’s penis out to violate him, Celeste chopping Darashinai in half were being sold.

Celeste: “Gonna buy some?”

Jaxon beamed at the photos.

Jaxon: “Hell yeah! THIS is sexy.”

He pointed to the photo of him tickling Celeste.

Jaxon: “And THIS is badass.”

He pointed to the photo of her chopping Darashinai in half. Celeste beamed and smiled, showing her fanged teeth.

Celeste: “Thanks! Let’s buy them!”

She nodded, pressing the buttons for which photos and two copies of each. Jaxon nodded and made the purchases. The printer slid them out of the machine and they took them. Celeste marveled at them.

Celeste: “Okay, I think I should head home. I’m tired and I have to tell Deimos and Tristan about Darashinai and Dougal reappearing.”

She drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “Oh, you’re going home?”

He said with some disappointment in his tone.

Jaxon: “You’re such a tease. When shall we continue where we left off?”

He whispered in her ear.

Celeste: “I’ll call you.”

She winked.

Celeste: “You’ll have to wait for me.”

She purred and tickled under his chin.

Jaxon: “Heheheh.”

He shivered to her touch.

Jaxon: “Okay… I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled down at the photos of her in the haunted house with him.

~

Jaxon drove Celeste home and she showered all the blood and guts from Darashinai off her. She exited the shower in her kitty hoodie robe and saw Victor standing outside of his bedroom door. He wore his red pajamas over his red plaid robe.

Victor: “So, you went with that sleaze, did you?”

He embraced himself. Celeste furrowed her eyebrows at him.

Celeste: “I gave you pictures of me! You locked yourself in your bedroom moping! I don’t want to be around depressed people, Victor! This is why I left Makayla and she got… alcohol poisoning!”

She snapped. Victor shrank into the corner.

Victor: “Sorry for being depressed because you left me.”

Celeste: “I didn’t leave you, though! I gave you a surprise to cheer you up and you didn’t look at it!”

She fired back, with hurt in her tone.

Celeste: “This is WORSE than what Makayla did! You’re depressed about IVY! Ivy is a fucking bitch, Vic! She made you miserable and only was with you to replace Tristan and Tristan got sick of her! So did Deimos! SO DOES EVERYONE!”

She said, trying not to cry. She hated the thought of her crying.

Celeste: “She wants to move on with Blair? Those two losers deserve each other! Both of them are ungrateful whiners!”

She snapped and her bottom lip trembled. Victor swallowed the lump in his throat and cried into his hands.

Victor: “What’s wrong with me? Why did I get mixed up with someone just like Charlotte?”

He bawled.

Celeste: “I don’t know but why are you depressed about her? I think you two were done when she snapped about that cake Ashley and Lazaros made.”

She embraced herself.

Victor: “I’m sorry, hon.”

He said to her and wiped his eyes. He knelt and picked up the envelope. He opened the envelope and looked at the pictures. He smiled and took her hand to lead her into his bedroom.

They sat on the bed as they looked at the pictures together. The first was Celeste in a panther pose on her Kawasaki in her black bikini. The second she had her arms raised with her white crop top showing her under boobs and her jean shorts unzipped. There were various pictures of her wearing a Pantera tank top lacy leopard print panties and black leg warmers and doing stretches. One had her lying on her stomach with a view of her feet and ass. The next was her posing in a mesh micro bikini. Then she was on the beach lying on her stomach with her bikini top undone. The next was a close-up of her bare feet. The last ones were of her in a leopard print top pulled up with a feather duster covering her bare breasts.

Victor beamed at them and hardened through his pants. Celeste flicked her gaze to his hardness and at him.

Victor: “These are… uplifting.”

He blushed. Celeste looked away and blushed. Victor pursed his lips and gazed at her, caressing her cheek.

Victor: “Don’t leave me like you did earlier. I can’t bear it.”

His bottom lip trembled and they embraced. He rubbed her back, and extended her out to gaze into her violet eyes. He lowered her hood from her head and brushed her robe over her shoulders, sliding it down and gazing at her large breasts and taut nipples. She untied the sash and slid out of the robe, baring her naked form to him. He gazed at her, examining her from her face to her breasts to her feminine core and her feet.

She reached out and untied the sash on his robe, brushing it off him, tugging at his shirt and pulling it over his head. He slid his pants down and the two sat in bed, naked. She leaned over and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her back, raking his fingers through her hair. The two laid in bed embracing, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her. Victor could feel his sadness melt away as he felt her large breasts and soft feminine skin press against his lean body. The two drifted off to sleep as Victor smiled with her in his arms. He never felt this good in years.