BEST FRIENDS MAKE BETTER LOVERS
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,987
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
BEST FRIENDS MAKE BETTER LOVERS
CHAPTER 1
Riddick followed the woman from the bar when her shift ended. She walked casually through the darkened streets, stopping only to light a cigarette a few blocks from the seedy little bar and strip club where he had first noticed her.
He was on planet only to repair the micro-converter on his ship when the desire for a beer and some action speared him and he found the shifty little dive. He sat at a table in the dark corner savoring the flavor of his drink when a familiar scent past him. Sitting up straight he stared into the bleakness of the bar trying to find the location as to where the scent had come from.
His nostrils widened as he fought to inhale more of the familiar aroma. It was flooding the place now and he tensed himself in order to fight if the need be. The scent was so familiar yet he couldn’t place the owner. “I know that scent.” He said sternly to himself, putting himself on high alert for anything to come.
The lights dimmed a bit more in the bar and it quieted as the stage was filled with a lustrous glow.
A long toned leg emerged from behind a curtain in a sexy little sway, then disappeared back into the darkness. The men in the bar whooped and hollered for more and then the leg appeared again. This time it lingered before a hip appeared rotating gently with the now entrancing music. Riddick watched the beautiful body come into full view as it danced and gyrated to the music filtering the bar. The woman’s face was covered by a beautifully decorated black mask, hiding her features from the maniacs in the bar no doubt. She was wearing a shimmering red skirt that only covered her just below her well rounded rump and tied at her left hip. Her halter top was tight on her body showing a lot of cleavage. Several small stones and metal pieces hung down off the edges of her top and skirt producing a soft chiming sounds as she danced for the men.
Memorized by the beauty Riddick stared at while she moved her hips and arms in perfect harmony to the music. It was older music, like the middle-eastern melodies of old earth. As if he couldn’t have been any more impressed by her gorgeous movements she bent down without missing a beat and picked up a long beautiful sword. Dancing with it she quieted her movements to a sensual rocking of her hips as she placed the sword gently on her hip bone. Letting go of it, it balanced there while is swayed to the enchanting rhythm, the sword moving methodically along with her.
When she finished her dance with the sword the music picked up in pace and she started moving her body furiously to the music. Her hips, her arms, and her belly all moving as if taking on a life of there own. She was turning away from the men who had all rushed the stage and were shouting out to her while holding out credits when she snatched of the halter top and skirt leaving her in nothing but a red g-string. She danced and moved about the stage taking the credits and blowing kisses to the men who where shouting out there love for her. As her song was ending Riddick leaned forward to see her face when she took of the mask, but to his disappointment she left the stage without revealing herself to the crowd. “Smart girl,” he thought to himself knowing how her act had gotten to him and his self control was ten times what most men’s were.
He waited outside the bar for her to come out. When he spotted her she had her head down and was covered in a long trench coat. Her long blond hair was drawn up and tucked under the hat to give the appearance of having short hair. She had her purse slung over her left shoulder leaving her right hand free, should she need to use it. She was very smart indeed Riddick noted as he quietly followed her. The scent she wore he still could not place. He had known so many woman in his time that to pick one out would be impossible just based on scent. He needed to see this woman, up close and personal.
She walked a few more blocks and turned into an alley. Riddick stayed back far enough to keep her from ever realizing he was there but was close enough to keep an eye on her as all times. She sauntered to a metal stairwell and proceeded to jog up it. “Damn,” Riddick mused as he watched her do that in the four inch stiletto heels she had been wearing. She got to a door on the third floor and opened it entering the building. Riddick followed carefully and quietly. He opened the door to see her at the end of the hall using her entry card to enter a room. As she disappeared inside he walked down the hall to her door. Looking back and forth to make sure no one was around his fingers gently touched her door. “Who are you?” He whispered. “ I have to know.”
He gently tried her door nob and it was locked, no big shock to him. He listened to hear what she was doing and then a slow evil smile crossed his lips. She was in the shower. He grabbed the handle of the door and twisted it harder and then jerked up. The card slot shorted out and the door unlocked. The smile never left his lips as he entered her apartment and closed the door behind him.
Riddick followed the woman from the bar when her shift ended. She walked casually through the darkened streets, stopping only to light a cigarette a few blocks from the seedy little bar and strip club where he had first noticed her.
He was on planet only to repair the micro-converter on his ship when the desire for a beer and some action speared him and he found the shifty little dive. He sat at a table in the dark corner savoring the flavor of his drink when a familiar scent past him. Sitting up straight he stared into the bleakness of the bar trying to find the location as to where the scent had come from.
His nostrils widened as he fought to inhale more of the familiar aroma. It was flooding the place now and he tensed himself in order to fight if the need be. The scent was so familiar yet he couldn’t place the owner. “I know that scent.” He said sternly to himself, putting himself on high alert for anything to come.
The lights dimmed a bit more in the bar and it quieted as the stage was filled with a lustrous glow.
A long toned leg emerged from behind a curtain in a sexy little sway, then disappeared back into the darkness. The men in the bar whooped and hollered for more and then the leg appeared again. This time it lingered before a hip appeared rotating gently with the now entrancing music. Riddick watched the beautiful body come into full view as it danced and gyrated to the music filtering the bar. The woman’s face was covered by a beautifully decorated black mask, hiding her features from the maniacs in the bar no doubt. She was wearing a shimmering red skirt that only covered her just below her well rounded rump and tied at her left hip. Her halter top was tight on her body showing a lot of cleavage. Several small stones and metal pieces hung down off the edges of her top and skirt producing a soft chiming sounds as she danced for the men.
Memorized by the beauty Riddick stared at while she moved her hips and arms in perfect harmony to the music. It was older music, like the middle-eastern melodies of old earth. As if he couldn’t have been any more impressed by her gorgeous movements she bent down without missing a beat and picked up a long beautiful sword. Dancing with it she quieted her movements to a sensual rocking of her hips as she placed the sword gently on her hip bone. Letting go of it, it balanced there while is swayed to the enchanting rhythm, the sword moving methodically along with her.
When she finished her dance with the sword the music picked up in pace and she started moving her body furiously to the music. Her hips, her arms, and her belly all moving as if taking on a life of there own. She was turning away from the men who had all rushed the stage and were shouting out to her while holding out credits when she snatched of the halter top and skirt leaving her in nothing but a red g-string. She danced and moved about the stage taking the credits and blowing kisses to the men who where shouting out there love for her. As her song was ending Riddick leaned forward to see her face when she took of the mask, but to his disappointment she left the stage without revealing herself to the crowd. “Smart girl,” he thought to himself knowing how her act had gotten to him and his self control was ten times what most men’s were.
He waited outside the bar for her to come out. When he spotted her she had her head down and was covered in a long trench coat. Her long blond hair was drawn up and tucked under the hat to give the appearance of having short hair. She had her purse slung over her left shoulder leaving her right hand free, should she need to use it. She was very smart indeed Riddick noted as he quietly followed her. The scent she wore he still could not place. He had known so many woman in his time that to pick one out would be impossible just based on scent. He needed to see this woman, up close and personal.
She walked a few more blocks and turned into an alley. Riddick stayed back far enough to keep her from ever realizing he was there but was close enough to keep an eye on her as all times. She sauntered to a metal stairwell and proceeded to jog up it. “Damn,” Riddick mused as he watched her do that in the four inch stiletto heels she had been wearing. She got to a door on the third floor and opened it entering the building. Riddick followed carefully and quietly. He opened the door to see her at the end of the hall using her entry card to enter a room. As she disappeared inside he walked down the hall to her door. Looking back and forth to make sure no one was around his fingers gently touched her door. “Who are you?” He whispered. “ I have to know.”
He gently tried her door nob and it was locked, no big shock to him. He listened to hear what she was doing and then a slow evil smile crossed his lips. She was in the shower. He grabbed the handle of the door and twisted it harder and then jerked up. The card slot shorted out and the door unlocked. The smile never left his lips as he entered her apartment and closed the door behind him.