Scratch One Off - Ch4

    The constant tap of a boot on your carpet stirs you out of sleep, and the distinct sound of Sunset clearing her throat with agitation made you open your eyes. You jerk up in bed, remembering the events of yesterday and how you don't want to be on the receiving end of that.

    "I'm up!" you yell, letting your vision adjust from sleep to focus on Sunset. She does not look very happy, her eyes looking from you to Vinyl in... disgust? No, it isn't quite that.

    "I can tell," Sunset says, nodding her head to your midsection. Through your pants is some very prominent morning wood. Vinyl's limp arm hanging around your midsection isn't helping the situation either, even less so since she didn't even catch any of the blanket this time around.

    "This isn't what it--" your best 'innocent explanation' face fades away when you realize that Sunset isn't actually your girlfriend and you don't have to explain anything. Instead, you raise an eyebrow at her. "Wait, what does it matter?"

   Sunset lets out a huff of air and turns around into the living room. "Oh, it doesn't, I guess. Just would be nice for you to actually wake up at eight to give us something to do."

    You reach for your phone on the nightstand. Sure enough, it's a full fifteen minutes after eight. You unwrap yourself from Vinyl and give her a quick nudge in the ribs. "Guess it's time for you to get up too."

    Vinyl rolls over in bed, trying to get away from you. "Just a few more--" In an instant she rolls back over, fully upright and alert, with her eyes wide open in a pretty dire expression. She grabs you by the shoulders. "Oh my god! What's the date!?"

    You raise an incredulous eyebrow at her. Sunset peeks in from her position in the living room with the same look. "Uh, the fourteenth?"

    Vinyl scrambles out of bed and shoots around your room, looking for her proper clothes. You and Sunset trade looks as she puts on her pants and tank top at an alarming rate. You scoot over in bed towards her. "Vinyl, are you alright?"

    Once Vinyl slips her sneakers on, she perks up and turns to you. "Oh. Right. I'm gonna need a ride back to that club; is that okay?"

    "Sure I guess, but what exactly do you need to--"

    "Sweet! Come on," Vinyl says, grabbing you by the hand and jerking you out of bed. You barely have time to grab your keys and shoes before she jerks you towards the front door in her panicked state.

    Sunset stares at the two of you as you head out, sort of dumbfounded at the display. Right before Vinyl closes the door behind the two of you, you yell out to Sunset. "Just make yourself busy or something. We'll be back la--"

    Vinyl cuts you off with a sharp slam of the door. You barely have enough time between jerks to properly put your shoes on, let alone ask her what's going on. Once she finally crams you into your car and hops into the passenger seat, you ask her as you pull out of the lot.

    "So what exactly did you yank me out of bed to do?" you say as you try to straighten out your clothes to look somewhat presentable.

    "Oh right. So, the club you met me at sort of sells your stuff if you don't pick it up before their next gig, and with all the commotion I kinda forgot about it. I'm like ninety percent sure the next gig was today," Vinyl says, sounding worried.

    "And if you're wrong?"

    "Well then either I have a few extra days or they've already gotten rid of it. Either way, let's hurry."

    You do as she asks. It's a half hour drive to that side of town, but if last night was any indication, losing all of her gear would be devastating to Vinyl. You can't even imagine how much she had to work to pay for all that stuff.

    Once you finally pull up to the club, you and Vinyl get out of the car and stroll right into the place. It's the same overly-blue hole in the wall you remember, albeit without three groaning assholes with vomit and blood on the floor. The bartender is still there though, and he's currently dismantling Vinyl's equipment from the stage.

    "Drop those cords!" Vinyl yells as she jogs up to the stage. The bartender sees both of you and his expression immediately turns sour.

    "What the hell are you two doing back here?" he asks, looking at you specifically.

    "She just wants her shit back, man. We're not here to start anything," you say as you walk up to the stage behind Vinyl.

    "Well you," he says nodding towards you, furrowing his brow, "still owe us a lot of money. What's to say that her gear isn't good enough to pay me back?" the bartender says, continuing to unplug her equipment.

    Vinyl's jaw drops before she can climb up onto the stage. "You can't do that!"

    The bartender pauses for a moment, staring at Vinyl this time. "And you missed the deadline. All this stuff was supposed to be out of here yesterday. Now my boss is making me take it down and carry it all out back, and there are two broken chairs, a cracked mirror and a hole in the wall that need to be fixed, and I'm getting blamed for it."

    You crawl up onto the stage with the guy, putting on your best negotiating face. "Buddy, come on. She's here to pick it up, isn't she? How's she supposed to make an honest living if you take all this away from her?"

    "Wait, we didn't break any chairs or crack the mirror, how is that our fault?" Vinyl says, climbing up onto the stage with you.

    The bartender looks to you first. "That really isn't my problem, buddy," he then turns his gaze to Vinyl, "and your friend Neon tore this place apart after you guys left and hasn't been around here since, so as far as I'm concerned, this is all your fault."

    This guy is a total dick, but you push down your anger and try to be reasonable. Vinyl isn't quite so forgiving, it seems; she clenches her fists and makes a few angry stomps towards the guy, but you hold out your arm to stop her, giving her a quick nod to let her know you've got this.

    "Alright, alright. How does five hundred dollars sound? Will that clear this up?"

    He pauses for a moment, thinking about your offer. "I don't know if that will be--"

    "And two amps!" Vinyl says. You raise an eyebrow at her, wondering where exactly her previous anger had just gone, but she gives you a reassuring nod, so you just go with it. "I know you guys need some more. I'll leave the two big ones over there if you just let me take the rest of my stuff."

    The bartender lets out a long sigh, then stands up. "Fine. Where's my five hundred?"

    "Oh, it's in the car. I'll go grab it once we get all her gear loaded up."

    The bartender hops off the stage, agitation still clear on his face. "Whatever. Just hurry up and get this shit out of here."

    Vinyl lets out a sigh of relief, then playfully punches your arm. "Nice one, dude. Now lets get this stuff out of here before he changes his mind."

    You nod to her, and wait to be handed something. With practiced hands, Vinyl disassembles everything she needed from the stage. She hands you a switchboard, some sort of table, and a box full of wires and who knows what. Your hands are quite full once she moves on to the two amps on the other side. With all the grace of a bulldozer, she grabs the two oversized amps and drags them off the stage and towards the door.

    Miraculously, the two amps manage to fit in your back seat, just barely. You load the rest of the stuff in the trunk and hop into the driver's seat, ready to go. Vinyl gets in beside you, then scrunches her face in confusion as you start the car.

    "Wait, I thought you said you were going to give that guy five hundred bucks?"

    You put on a sheepish smile. "I don't actually have five hundred dollars on me. I made that up."

    Vinyl bursts out laughing as the two of you drive away. She's laughing so hard you can see tears rolling down her face and she has to hold her sides as she goes even deeper into fits of giggles.

    "Okay, it's not that funny."

    She surpesses the chuckles between breaths to try to say something. "No, it's not just that. Those two amps that I said I'd leave him? I blew them out the night we met!"

    Now you're laughing as well. "So now we really can't go back there."

    After a long fit of amusement at that poor bartender's expense, Vinyl tugs on your shirt once you get to a red light, pulling you into a deep kiss before letting you go back into your seat.

    You blink a few times, surprised that just happened. Vinyl's warmth on your lips has your heart rate speeding up, and your face a little warmer than usual. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

    "You're awesome, dude. Thanks a ton for helping me out with that," Vinyl says, a genuine smile on her face as she looks you in the eye. "Now there's one more thing I kinda need help with. You game?"

    You clear your throat to try to get your voice back. "Yeah, sure."

    "Cool. I kinda left all my clothes and stuff back at Neon's house, would you mind if we went by there to pick them up?"

    "Yeah, we can do that," you say, your judgement clouded by the feelings of that kiss.

    "He shouldn't be home right now. Here, I'll show you the way."

    Without saying much else, you follow Vinyl's directions through the bad side of town. You silently thank yourself for not settling for an apartment here. Even though it's more expensive, not having to put metal bars across all of your windows is always nice. Eventually Vinyl tells you to stop at what looks like a very shitty one star hotel, and even that is being generous. The entire place only has one story, and trash is littered wherever it had been thrown. You definitely see a few large rats scurrying around the parking lot when you drive in.

    The two of you get out of the car and make your way to what you could only guess is Neon's place. Vinyl tries the door once, but the knob doesn't budge.

    "Shit. Here, give me your keys," Vinyl says, reaching her hand out to you.

    You hand her your keys with a dubious expression. "Vinyl, that's not going to--"

    Vinyl sticks your apartment key in and turns the lock, opening the door on the first try with nothing broken. She hands your keys back to you and walks right in. You follow her in, confused as to how she just managed that.

    "How did you..." you trail off once you walk in and see the state of the place.

    "Oh, the door? I'm not exactly sure how. I woke up one morning covered in syrup with a massive hangover and the door has done that ever since," Vinyl says as if that is simply the usual fare for her.

    You decide not to question it, instead turning to the very deplorable state of the place. There are clothes and trash everywhere. Now you have some idea as to Vinyl's previous cleaning experience. Cigarette ash, dark stains, and some very questionable piles of various refuse littered the floor around you, and the smell made you want to throw up. Vinyl turns around to see your disgust.

    "Okay, I'm definitely not this bad when I live on my own. Neon is a total slob and there was seriously no keeping up with it."

    You seriously hope so. She hasn't trashed your apartment yet, so there might be some merit to what she says. Vinyl makes her way into the bedroom, grabbing a bag out of the closet and loading clothes out of the dresser into it, as well as some various nick nacks and other items she wants to keep. Eventually she sets out two large bags full of her stuff on the bedroom floor. You let out a sigh of relief. You didn't know how much longer you could keep yesterday's dinner down.

    "Alright, I think that's everything," Vinyl says, wiping her forehead.

    "Thank God. Let's get out of--" you say as you reach for one of the bags. Vinyl puts a hand on your shoulder, leaning you back up.

    "Though, I never really did properly thank you for letting me stay with you, did I?" Vinyl says with a gentle smile and bedroom eyes. Your heart starts beating again once you realize what she means.

    You break eye contact to try to stifle the arousal building up inside you. "Is now really the time?"

    Vinyl isn't listening, however. Before you know it she's on her knees in front of you, your pants already unbuttoned and her hand already wrapped around your shaft. The feeling of her cold fingers around your length has blood already flowing where it needs to go.

    You let out a long sigh once you feel the air on your member. Vinyl wastes no time to get you in the mood. The feeling of her warm mouth enveloping your head makes you let out a groan. Vinyl's tongue lapped at your shaft as she pushed her head deeper onto you, going further until her lips touched against the base. She slid one hand underneath her chin to drag her soft fingers across your balls, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You completely forgot the feeling of disgust from before. All you want to do now is let Vinyl pay you back however she sees fit.

    Just as Vinyl is pulling back to slide her lips across your shaft again, the door opens, and none other than Neon is standing in the doorway. "What the fuck!?" he shouts, stomping in and scrambling in a fit of rage at one of the drawers in the kitchen. "You fucking bitch! In my own house!? I'll fucking kill both of you!" He yells.

    Vinyl lets your cock slide out of her mouth. She scrambles towards her bags. Vinyl grabs one bag, and hunches down, ready for action. She looks to you as she puts a foot on the other bag. "Grab a bag and make a break for the door," she says as she kicks it across the floor to you. With the heavier, harder one in hand, Vinyl jumps into the kitchen. Neon has a pistol in his hand, pointing it right at Vinyl. You jump into the kitchen after them, about to yell at Vinyl to look out, but she's two steps ahead of you.

    With a heavy crunch and the sound of splintering wood, Vinyl slams her bag right into Neon's head, smashing it between the bag and the cabinet beside him. That's what you would have heard if the gun didn't go off as soon as Vinyl nailed him. It's nothing like it is in the movies; as soon as you hear the bang, everything else just becomes loud ringing in your ears. A few muffled sounds make it through, but otherwise it sounds like you just developed tinnitus.

    Vinyl winces at the shot as well, but doesn't seem all that phased by it. She yells something at you, but it gets lost in the ringing. She waves for you to follow her, and both of you run as fast as you can toting two heavy bags for your car. By the time you jump into your car with the bag still in your lap and turn the keys in the ignition, Vinyl has produced a pistol of her own, and is hanging out of your window pointing it back at the apartment.

    You step on the gas once the harsh sound of a bullet hitting metal resounds throughout the car. Vinyl lets off two shots back at the building before pulling herself mostly back into your car. "Fuck you, Neon! Your music was shit anyway!" she says as you race back onto the street, hoping to get far away from all of that. Once you were a good distance away from the danger, Vinyl crawls back into the car and rolls the window back up, laughing as the adrenaline courses through her veins.

    "Jesus, Vinyl!" you say, sticking a finger in your still ringing ear.

    "Oh, don't worry, that will wear off. Shouldn't usually fire these things inside anyway," she says casually, flipping some switch on the gun and turning it over as she inspects it in her hand.

    "Why do you have a gun!" you ask, your heart still beating pretty intensely in your chest.

    "Speaking of which, you should probably holster yours," Vinyl says with an amused smile, nodding towards your crotch.

    Sure enough, your dick is definitely still hanging out, Vinyl's saliva still wet on your skin. You quickly shove it back into your pants and button them again, giving her a cross look. "Doesn't answer the question."

    She waves you off nonchalantly. "Chill, dude. It's legal. I have my carry permit somewhere around here. How do you expect a girl to get around safely in that part of town? Wishful thinking?"

    You take a deep breath, trying to calm your panicking body. "Sorry. Just not used to getting shot at," you say, looking over to her with an annoyed expression.

    "Yeah, really sorry about that. I didn't think Neon was going to be home for another few hours at least. But hey we're still in one piece, right?"

    "Barely," you say, rolling down your window and reaching for your mirror, adjusting it to try and see the back of your car, "I think he might've hit my car."

    "Probably nothing serious. Let's just get back to the apartment. I'm sure your prude princess is probably worried sick about you."

    You take another deep breath, the adrenaline coursing through your body finally starting to wear off. "Fine with me. Just don't shoot at anyone else, alright?"

    Vinyl gives you a childish smile. "Promise."

    You finally make it back to the apartment a little after noon. You check on your car, and thankfully, Neon only just scrapedthe trunk, leaving a small scratch into the metal across the top. Vinyl forgoes trying to tote her equipment up those stairs, and just asks for help carrying her bags up to your place. After a long hike up the stairs with Vinyl's heavy belongings, you open the door back to your apartment, happy to be home and not dead.

    Once you drop the bag beside the front door, you find Sunset on your couch in silence, scribbling away with a colored pencil on a pad in her lap, her legs crossed and a slight smile on her face. Once she notices you she sets the pad on the couch and gets up, looking at the bags you and Vinyl just set down with worry. "What's in the bags?" she asks, probably nervous it's drugs or a body or something.

    "Just Vinyl's stuff. It's only clothes and the rest of her junk. Nothing to worry about," you say, kind of lying since there is a gun sitting inside one of them.

    "Nothing to worry about, Princess," Vinyl says, walking past you and towards your room. Vinyl stops in her tracks once the smell hits her. You smell it too. It's a stark contrast from the disgusting stench of Neon's place. It smells like a five star italian restaurant.

    "Woah, what is that," Vinyl says, lifting up her glasses towards the kitchen.

    "Oh, I didn't know how long you guys were going to be, so I went to the store and got some stuff to make pasta. I wanted to try out this new sauce recipe, and I didn't really have much else to do."

    Vinyl sprints over to the counter, stopping only to grab a fork and sit down before she tore into Sunset's concoction. You're pretty hungry as well. Near-death experiences must build up quite an appetite.

    Sunset raises an eyebrow at Vinyl's behavior, but doesn't say anything. You open your mouth to thank her, but notice the pad behind Sunset before you do. "What's that?" you ask, pointing around her.

    "Oh this?" Sunset says, picking the sketchpad from the couch, "I was just drawing some ideas for decorating your apartment. Don't worry, I'm not going to redecorate everything without asking you or anything."

    You take the pad from her hands, looking over it. It's like a complete recreation of the inside of your living room in pencil. Her ideas look amazing, even though the page you're on now is only half finished. Sunset's drawing skills are impeccable, and her interior designing looks amazing as well, not that you really know much about that side of things. The designs she drew out would definitely make your place look much more vibrant. You flip through the pages; she's drawn out your bedroom and kitchen as well, with her design ideas already completed. Each of them looks just as amazing as the last. You keep flipping through the pages to see amazing drawings of people and landscapes, as well as various animals and one particularly good drawing of a castle on a hill. You flip to a page with two people hugging on it, but you only get a glimpse before Sunset yanks it out of your hands, quickly closing it and putting it behind her back.

    She puts on an embarrassed smile. "I'll show you all that another time. Why don't you eat?"

    "Damn, Sunset. I never knew you could draw like that."

    Sunset walks behind you, pushing you towards the kitchen. "Oh, just a little something I do to pass the time. Please, eat something. I'm sure you're really hungry."

    "Alright, I'm going." You sit down at the counter next to Vinyl, who has already torn apart half of the meal. It smells even better close up. You fill your fork up and take a mouthful. You're immediately floored by how good it actually tastes. You haven't eaten this well in years, at least. This tastes like it just came out of a restaurant you'd have to wait six months to get a reservation for. Sunset is just full of surprises today.

    "Sunset, where did you learn to cook, too? This stuff is great!" you say in amazement as you take another bite.

    Sunset hides away her sketchbook before walking back around to the kitchen. "Oh, it's not that great. I think I put way too much salt into it. Anyway, it's just something you pick up living on your own if you don't want takeout every night, I guess."

    "I don't know about that; you could be a chef with how good this tastes."

    Vinyl leans up from inhaling her food over her plate. "Seriously though, even though you're a total bitch sometimes, you make some mean pasta. I think this is the best thing I've ever tasted."

    Sunset looks taken aback for a moment, not really sure how to take the compliment with the 'total bitch' part. "Thanks, I guess."

    After the wonderful lunch, both you and Vinyl are in a food coma stupor, with the savory flavors still swirling around your mouth. You almost nod off before you remember that you had two maids that needed something to do for the rest of the day. You slowly slink out of your chair, trying to nurse the food baby growing inside you. Sunset is washing dishes as you nudge Vinyl out of her own reverie.

    "There is one last room I forgot to tell you guys to clean," you say as you make your way to the door by the bathroom. You usually kept the door locked, but no longer. You slip the key into the door and swing it open. When you first moved in it was advertised as an office space, but once you got a hold of it, it became the junk room. It got so dirty you decided to quarantine it until you had a solid weekend to yourself to try and work on it, but now that you had two maids, you don't have to worry about that.

    Various trash and boxes lay about the room. Packages of things you've never opened were everywhere, along with furniture that has yet to be assembled. You initially planned on making this on office, but that obviously didn't work out so well. There is definitely the supplies in this room to make it that way, but it is going to take a lot of work for that to ever happen.

    Sunset and Vinyl reluctantly make their way over to you, looking over your shoulder at the massive mess you've presented them. Sunset gasps dramatically and puts a hand over her mouth and Vinyl lets out a defeated whine at the sight.

    "Have at it, ladies," you say, leaving them to it.

    The next few hours you spend recovering from the first part of the day. The stress of getting shot at definitely took it out of you, but the sound of someone else toiling at your expense and putting your feet up and taking it easy for a while eased that somewhat. Once quitting time rolls around, Sunset trudges out of the room, covered in dust and dirt. She gives you half-hearted goodbye before making her way out, probably to immediately fall asleep once she got home. You almost tell her she forgot to make dinner before she left, but seeing how tired she is makes you think better of it.

    Vinyl slinks into the living room soon after, throwing herself onto the couch beside you dramatically. "Why? Why would you force that on another person? The Egyptian slaves didn't even know that kind of horror," she says as she grabs at your shirt in faux desperation.

    You brush her off of you. "Oh, quit being so melodramatic. You agreed to this and lost that bet fair and square."

    "But it's so much woooork," Vinyl says in a long whine. "A whole month of shit like this? I'm going to lose my mind, man."

    Vinyl turns over and sits on her knees next to you. She adopts a sultry expression and traces her hand across your pants until it ends on your crotch, where she gives it a quick grope. "There's gotta be something else I can do to repay you..." Vinyl says, her tone going from whiny to sensual at the drop of a hat.

    You pat her hand away from her yet again, focusing your attention back on the tv. "Nope. You've got a month, Vinyl."

    Vinyl moans dramatically, spinning around and falling onto the couch, her head falling into your lap. "Really? Is there not anything that I can do that let me off the hook?"

    You think for a moment. What would be the most impossible thing Vinyl could never manage to do that is still somewhat realistic. After a few moments, a devious idea pops into your head. You look down to Vinyl with a sly smile. "Convince Sunset to have a threesome with you and me and I'll make those contracts disappear."

    Vinyl lets out a long groan and puts her hands over her face. "Oooh, she's never going to agree to that shit. I doubt that stuck up bitch has ever even done anal."

    You let out a laugh. "Come on, she's not that bad."

    Vinyl's hands fall away from her face and she puts on her best puppy dog pout. "Isn't there anything else?"

    "Nope. That's the only thing you can do."

    "Ugh. Alright, whatever. A month of slavery it is." Vinyl goes limp up against you, staring at the tv for a few minutes with you before finally getting up. "I'm gonna hit the sack, man. Wake me up tomorrow for more slave duty I guess."

    "Night," you say to her as she turns the light off in your bedroom and crawls into bed.

    After another few hours, you decide to follow her in. Once you change your clothes and crawl under the blanket with a very naked Vinyl, her movement tells her she isn't quite asleep.

    She crawls over next to you, arching her back into you so you can feel every one of her curves on your arm. She reaches into your pants, grabbing your shaft yet again in her soft fingers. "You know, I never really got to thank you for letting me stay here," she whispers in your ear.

    You gulp as blood rushes into your cock. Vinyl moved next to you, rubbing your arm across her soft skin and letting her breasts rest on your shoulder.

    "This isn't going to help you out of that contract," you whisper back to her, a nervous pit building up in your stomach as she stroked you.

    "I know," she whispers, "this is just me being grateful."

    Vinyl's head disappears beneath the sheets as she makes her way down. With a quick jerk, she pulls your pants down to an adequate level. The stroking of her hand across your shaft increases once she situates herself between your legs. Once your first mate is standing completely at attention, Vinyl releases her tight grasp on you, trading the intense movement of her hand for the soft kisses of her lips.

    You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her kisses along your length. Once she plants the final one on your head, she opens her mouth and lets you in once again. Now that you are actually comfortable and in your own home, the feeling of being inside her like that is so much more satisfying. Vinyl presses herself downward until your stiff cock touches the back of her throat, coating most of your shaft with her saliva.

    Vinyl reaches between your legs and cups your balls, dragging her soft fingertips across the skin to make you groan at the pleasure she gave you. Her other hand wraps around your shaft below her mouth.

    You clench your teeth once she really starts. Vinyl is no beginner, and her expert hands caress your skin in ways that you've never felt before. The warm comfort of her mouth bobbing up and down on your head makes your vision blur with pleasure. Your cock twitches inside of her mouth, dripping precum into her. The spinning of her hand on your shaft and the gentle caress of the other make sure you don't get a second to rest as the sensations continue to build.

    You look down to see the sheets fall over her electric blue hair. The tiny brushes of the strands touch along your legs and stomach, sending even more little sensations around you body as she works. Vinyl looks up, your cock still deep in her mouth, glancing at you with her ruby red eyes to see if you're enjoying yourself. You bite your lip, hoping you can last longer, but her sultry gaze and expert hands are making short work of you.

    You can feel the pressure building up inside you. The gentle lapping of her tongue around your head flows down your shaft and through the rest of your body, making you fidget beneath her. Vinyl can sense it too. Without even thinking about giving you a break, she increases her speed, moving her fingers out of the way to push you deeper down her throat.

    "Vinyl..." you whisper, but she ignores you, only striving to push herself further onto you with every bob of her head.

    After a few more wet slips of her lips across your shaft, you can hold back no longer. Your eyes roll back and you relax into the bed as your cock convulses in her mouth. You can feel her mouth moving around the head as you continue to spurt into her. She swallows every bit gladly, lightly caressing your length to coax the last little bits out of you. Once you feel that you can't give her any more, she lets you slip out of her mouth, a little wet slap coming from your stomach as your cock falls from her.

    With a gentle smile, Vinyl crawls up next to you again, making sure to press her body against you. She leans over and kisses you on the cheek as she wraps one arm around you.

    "You can pay me back later," she whispers to you right before snuggling up next to you and closing her eyes.

    Your eyes soon fall as well. Vinyl really took it out of you, in more ways than one. As much as you enjoyed her little gift, some part of you can't help but feel bad for some reason you really can't figure out. You don't spend much time searching your feelings before you finally head off to sleep yourself, a naked DJ wrapped around one side.