Chapter Text
It wasn’t just about the fucking.
“Jinx, you lied to me.”
“Huh? No I didn’t.”
“You said we were going golfing.”
“We fucking are. Now shut your Piltie-hole. I’m lining up my shot.”
Caitlyn put her hands on her hips and fumed. The six-foot-tall heiress was wearing a pearl-white Bad Birdie deep-V women’s polo shirt with gold inlay. A purple Luxletic skort was wrapped around her long thighs. A purple pair of Asti golf shoes and her dark blue hair done in a ponytail through a purple visor with the Kiramman crest on it completed the outfit. It was the perfect attire for an afternoon on the links at the Piltover Grand Heritage Country Club. Which the Kirammans had been members of for generations.
Jinx’s outfit would gotten her stopped at the gates long before she made it to the clubhouse. The fellow bluenette (of a lighter cerulean-blue shade) was bending over her club, wiggling her ass at Caitlyn. That ass, a small pert apple, was clad in a pair of tattered jean shorts that seen better days. Attached to the jeans was the black leather chain wallet and fanny pack that she made in the juvie ward at Stillwater. Under the jeans were a green and pink fishnets over Prada Nappa leather boots that she had defaced with crayon drawing and stickers. Her pale wrists and forearms jangled with a mixture of homemade bracelets made of scrap brass and iron, rubbing against loops of diamonds and gold from the finest jewelers in Piltover. The outfit was completed with a cheap neon-pink tube top and a man’s white silk tie around her neck.
That was Jinx.
She was a prison-made wallet that had platinum and elite-status black credit cards in it. That was the dichotomy of Silco’s girl. High and low class; she referred to it as ‘Two Cities Style’ and while it wouldn’t have passed muster at the country club, no one looked at her twice here. It was Caitlyn getting the side glances and stares. Because they weren’t at the Piltover Grand Heritage Country Club.
They were at Dr. Mundo’s Arcade, Pizza & Mini Golf Asylum.
Yet another wretched Undercity destination. All neon, speakers, sticky floors, fried food and screaming children. Jinx fit right in but she sure as hell didn’t. She was literally not bred to be standing on plastic grass while Jinx tried to sink a putt in a revolving trash can. The ‘course’ was nine holes of the most ridiculous and she suspected purposely impossible trick-shots. It was overpriced and they wait in line behind squealing youths. Caitlyn had never waited in line for anything.
Her quasi-sister-in-law/bedmate/friend(?) had been doing this for weeks. Dragging her all over Zaun. They had gone to horrible greasy spoons, hole in the wall speakeasies, scrap shops and antique stores. She was one of the richest people on the continent, why was she doing things like standing behind Jinx while she flipped through moldy cardboard boxes of comics? And now……mini golf. Vi never made her do things like this. It was very un-sublike behavior. But Jinx had a way of topping from the bottom that normally she never would accept. But she did with the small, annoying bluenette.
Janna, was she becoming enslaved to this brat like Vi and Silco were?
“WOO-HOO, HOLE IN CAN!!!” Caitlyn watched Jinx use too much swing to barely get the ball in the rotating garbage receptacle. (it wasn’t a hole in one either, this was her third shot.) She hopped up and down with excitement and pointed her club at Caitlyn.
“Beat that, mommy longlegs!”
Caitlyn, still moping at being there, trudged over the tee box and lined a shot without looking, expertly knocking the ball into the violently rotating can with one stroke. Jinx whistled and clapped.
“Fuck Cupcake! You are good at this!” Caitlyn shrugged.
“Hardly a challenge. Can we please go now?” Jinx shook her head and wagged the sticker-clad club at her. She always had stickers on her! Caitlyn found them everywhere now, even on her bloody panties, ones she hadn’t even worn yet that week.
“Nuh-uh! It’s a nine hole course and it’s rude to leave before ya finish. Didn’t they teach you that at ddddaaaaa cllluuubbb???”
Jinx crossed her blue eyes and put a ridiculous caricature of her own admittedly posh accent. Caitlyn found herself laughing despite her irritation.
“Very well, but I’m picking the next destination for our outings.”
Jinx grabbed her hand and pulled Caitlyn to the next garish display. She did that a lot. Holding Caitlyn’s hand, hugging her from behind, trying to sit in her lap at restaurants and movie theaters. Just like Silco and Vi, Jinx was very tactile with the people she liked. A stranger touching her risked mutilation or worse but Caitlyn had her status changed and now Jinx wouldn’t leave her alone.
It was surprisingly nice.
Different from Vi’s attention and love. There was always an intensity to Jinx, she obsessed about everything. It was unsettling to be the focus of it. But also highly enticing. When she stared out you….it was like being in a crosshairs.
The course was fun….she supposed……the trick shots were all low-tier and it was a nice day. (for Zaun anyway, did the sun never shine in this pit?) Caitlyn effortlessly nailed all her shots while Jinx traded insults with the middle-schoolers ahead of them and took selfies at every hole and sent each one to Silco. But the last hole provided something new, an actual challenge.
A giant purple monster dressed a ragged, bloody doctor’s outfit.
“YOU CANNOT GET PAST DR. MUNDO!!!”
The deep and staticky voice emanated from speakers on the broad and dented purple chest of the best. The statue was ten feet tall with several ball ramps in front of it. The neon sign at the entrance said that only way to ‘destroy’ Dr. Mundo was to get the ball in his mouth. There would be five chances at this, after which the animatronic would shut it’s maw. It seemed simple enough. But as Caitlyn observed the attempts of the loud children ahead of them and realized she was wrong. The statue moved its arms up and down and side to side, blocking the mouth. Caitlyn watched the head spin around with it’s mouth opening and closing. There were at least three different speed and pattern changes….hmmm.
She watched the preteens all miss their shots, curse-out the statue as it laughed at them and reset itself. Jinx rolled her shoulders and winked at Caitlyn.
“I feel like today’s the day I finally fuck Dr. Mundo! I’m getting that prize!”
Ah, yes. The other sign on the hole; which proclaimed a grand prize. ‘land a ball in Mundo’s mouth and win a free pizza dinner and 1000 arcade tokens!!!’ What a bounty. Jinx put her ball down on the tee, aimed more carefully than she usually did and whacked the ball hard.
Right off Mundo’s forehead.
“Fuck!”
The second pings off a purple bicep.
“COCKSUCKER!”
Her third attempt was closer, the ball ricocheting of the nose. This near-victory only increased Jinx’s impatience and fury. Jinx hissed like a cat as her fourth shot went low and off the knees. Her last try was a windmill swing filled with anger and sailed completely over the animatronic statue’s head.
“HA-HA-HA. YOU ARE PUNY AND HAVE BEEN DEFEATED BY DR. MUNDO! HA-HA-HA!!”
The statue shut down and Jinx shrieked in fury, slamming her club into the plastic grass over and over.
“I’M GONNA BURN THIS FUCKING PLACE TO THE GROUND AND SHIT IN THAT FUCKING STATUE’S MOUTH!”
Before Silco, that would not have been an idle threat but the older man had assured her that all of Jinx’s most extreme impulses were now sated daily and she had promised him that there would be no outright acts of murder, arson or assault without his direct permission. She was just venting and Caitlyn moved past her to get her shots in. Then something unexpected. Laughter, directed at her.
“LOLOLOL! The Sun-Kisser thinks she’s gonna beat Mundo! Ain’t that a Fissure gas?”
Her head whipped around and she glared at the assortment of sumpsnipes (who were all wearing miner helmets for some reason) but to her dismay, the Kiramman Glare had no effect on these urchins. They pointed and laughed, cursed her and a pretty little brunette with yellow eyes was silent but she made several very obscene gestures at her. She was about to threaten them when the next surprising thing happened. Jinx marched in front of her, put her hands on her hips and leaned over to yell back at them.
“Shaddup, ya brats! Caitlyn is the least suck-ass Piltie! She’s got like a billion shooting medals and kills all those animals from the nature shows for fun! If anyone can beat Mundo, she can!”
The youths were astonished that Jinx stood up for her….no less so than Caitlyn herself. They turned on their fellow Zaunite and began direct their ire at her.
“Jinx’s a Topside simp now!”
“Traitor!”
“Booooooo! You suck!”
The silent girl’s gestures toward Jinx were even more obscene than before. The bluenette scowled and pointed at her.
“Watch those hands, Isha! Or else I won’t buy you guys beer and Shimmer anymore!”
That threat quieted their taunts. Seeing Jinx defend her against her fellow Trenchers also accomplished another improbable thing. It made Caitlyn invested in actually winning. She smirked and called out.
“You little rascals should pay close attention. Behold the supremacy of House Kiramman!”
With that, she turned to her shot; once again examining the moving statue and the enclosed area it stood in. Caitlyn’s teal blue sniper eyes narrowed and after a few seconds of mental calculations….
…...she turned to the side of the enclosure, lifted the club and hit the ball with a powerful swing. The golf ball flashed out, stuck the wall, bounced off the statue’s knee, shot back and ricocheted off the helmet of the silent girl and barreled back to the swinging fists of Dr. Mundo and……
…….shot right through them and into the beast’s mouth. Jinx and the snipes stood there, mouths agape as trumpets sounded through the speakers and confetti shot out of the ears of the statue.
“GRRR! YOU HAVE DEFEATED DR. MUNDO! COLLECT YOUR PRIZE AT THE CLUB RENTAL SHED! I’LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!”
Caitlyn snuck her nose in the air, grabbed Jinx’s hand and pulled her away from the children who stared as they left.
“Come pet, let’s go collect my prize.”
The restaurant area was as disgusting as she thought it would be. Filthy floors, greasy pizza and ugh, cafeteria style seating. But she did like the gaudy purple ribbon she got for her shot. Caitlyn already knew where she was going to put it in her trophy room. Jinx was already four slices into their victory pizza as Caitlyn patted her slice with a napkin before she deigned to take a bite.
“This is technically pizza I suppose. But I must admit…...this was rather fun.”
Jinx took a drink of her gallon-sized soda and hooted with delight.
“We’ll make a Zaunite out of you yet, Cupcake!”
She rolled her eyes and looked down the table at the same group of sumpsnipes. They were pooling their tokens for playing the arcade games but their pile looked very small. Caitlyn looked down at the bag containing her victory tokens. She scooped it up and called out them.
“Urchins! Take this undeserved charity before I change my mind.”
The heiress tossed the bag to the kids. The girl, Isha, snatched out of the air and gave her a large and honest grin. The gang ran off to the arcade, cheering. Jinx watched this exchange, scooted closer to her and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Secret softy, just like my Silly. Plus, you probably won’t get jumped now if you come here by yourself!”
Caitlyn laughed and took a bite of the disgusting so-called pizza…...which seemed less revolting because she was here with Jinx.
But after they finished eating? They had do something truly awful.
Visit mother.
****
Meanwhile, in Piltover……
This particular haberdashery had existed on the Promenade for over a century. Owned and operated by a family of tailors who passed their immaculate suit craftsmanship from parent to child. Their shop was located on a back street with no sign or advisement. It was a three story building made of oak and stone. Filled with fitting rooms, suit galleries and work stations. You could choose from the racks of garments already prepared but the smart and discerning had their suits bespoke. Which was an experience in of itself. Selecting fabrics, cuts, designs and accessories. Being attended to, measured and fit for a suit designed for you. All while having a good cup of coffee or a decent brandy while smoking a fine cigar.
Clients were accepted by recommendation only and Silco was the first Zaunite to have his suits tailored there. A fact he was immensely proud of and a privilege he guarded jealousy.
There was an intimacy between a man and his tailor, not quite to the level of lovers or spouses but up there. He had expressed such thoughts to his own paramour last night when he told her about the outing he had planned with her sister. Jinx was sitting on his lap, doodling some sort of purple monster on one of his notepads and she nodded absentmindedly.
“I got a play date planned with Cupcake tomorrow too!”
Silco, who was the Baron of Barons in Zaun and one of the most powerful men on the continent would not have described his outing with Violet as a play date. It was true that it had all began as bending to one of Jinx’s whims but he had actually gained a friend in Vi. And he was not a man who made friends easily……or at all. But the spunky redhead had grown on him. She was far less intense than her sister and Silco discovered they had a surprisingly amount in common. (Beyond worshipping Jinx.)
It started with Stillwater; sharing tales of survival and slaughter among the iron bars. Then they bonded over bets at the fighting pits and good liquor. She was a good companion to play cards with, to sit in audience with him as they watch Jinx dance and perform her chaotic wonders. Silco found her presence reminding him of his own poor youth in the Fissures, rather comforting and nostalgic. Like spending time with Sevika. But he never fucked Sevika up the ass.
He never met a woman who enjoyed anal pleasures as much as Violet. A new favorite way to spend the evening for him was to be buried balls-deep in her asshole while strap-wearing Jinx and Caitlyn punished her mouth and cunt. As the most submissive among their little clique, Vi often found herself at the center of attention. But she had made Silco pay the price for his back-door frolics. He was now a dues-paying member of her gym. Jinx had instructed her to make sure that ‘her daddy was fit as a fiddle and would live forever’.
Which meant he was huffing and puffing through workout routines three times a week with Vi as his personal trainer. The muscular redhead was submissive in the bedroom but most certainly not at the gym. She was a drill sergeant and never cut him any slack or showed any mercy. He used to have the occasional PTSD nightmare about the mines, betrayal or prison but nowadays? It was weight benches, treadmills and a loud voice demanding he do ten more sit-ups or squats.
Vi had him on a meal plan for Janna’s sake. He had killed more people than he cared to think about and now his refrigerator was filled with heart-smart meals in Tupperware that he dutifully takes to the office every day for lunch.
So today; he was delighted to have the opportunity to use his expertise to assist her in getting fitted for her first bespoke suit. She would the first person he’d ever taken to the tailors. Now; he was a sitting in an overstuffed brown leather easy chair while she stood in the center of the fitting on a padded box while being measured. She was clad only in tight black boy-briefs and matching sports bra. The brawler was also very nervous.
This was a type of nervousness that Silco understood quite well.
They were up here.
In the exalted haven of Piltover where their ilk were used be legally and now merely informally not allowed. Even with all his power and self-confidence, it took years for Silco to truly believe he belonged anywhere he chose to be. He would not fault her for feeling the same and in fact, he would give her the help he never had. His working eye observed the rigidity of all those lovely muscles in her frame. She was acting like she was being frisked by Enforcers.
“Don’t tense up Violet, let him do his job. He’s here to serve you.”
The smallish and elderly tailor looked up at Vi from his kneeling position where he had a type measure wrapped around her impressive thigh and nodded.
“He is correct madam.”
Vi looked over at Silco, let out a long breath and let herself relax. The tailor hummed, adjusted the tape and nodded again. Then he made a note in the pad by his side and then turned to Silco.
“That is the last measurement I need. Shall I go fetch the color samples and accessories now?”
“Please do.” The tailor shuffled out of the room. Vi dropped her shoulders as he left and looked at the three full-length mirrors in front of her and over her shoulder at the trio behind her. The redhead looked at Silco and laughed.
“This is weird.”
“What? Standing around in your underwear while two old men stare at you?” She snorted and waved him off.
“Nah, remember Pow’s public art installation a couple months ago where I played a naked tin woman? It was next to a retirement home. No…...it’s the Pilties and being served. I’ve lived twenty minutes, depending on traffic, away from this place my whole life but I never spent any real time here. But with Cait and now you, I’m putting in a lot of hours among the sun-kissers. It’s all just……weird, I guess.”
Silco stood and nodded as he walked over to her.
“That’s natural. With Pilties, it takes time to adjust. But, if I may make a suggestion?” She smiled at him.
“Cupcake and Jinx just tell me what to do; which I like. But you asking is kinda nice too. Fire away old man.”
Silco tapped his chin with two fingers and paced around the woman, his eye devouring her form. Vi tensed up again but without the fear this time. She flexed her muscles as he looked at her; like her sister, she enjoying being looked at. And Silco enjoyed looking and that was the lesson for today so she’d fully enjoy this.
“Don’t try to be something they want to see. I learned that years ago. It’s not about how they feel; fuck them bleeding. It’s about how you feel. Tell me how you would feel and what you would wear going to a Lanes bar or the Pits for a fight.”
“My leather jacket with the wolf heads, chest bound with tape on my hands. Jeans and chains, whump circles under my eyes. How I do I feel? Good, confident. Ready to fight, fuck or drink any motherfucker under the table.”
His pale lips split in a shark’s smile as he snapped his fingers.
“Keep that energy; the suit is no different. You don’t become it, it becomes you. Look at me. I always loved fancy togs; even when I was washerless sumpsnipe in the Fissures. You love flash and attention; I’m just gifting you the Topside version of that…...”
A polite knock at the door interrupted him.
“…….speaking of which. Please come in Morvac.”
The old tailor opened the door and pushed in a metal cart loaded down several trays of cufflinks, color swatches and a sample suit jacket. Silco pointed a space next to Vi.
“Please leave it there; I’ll summon you when you’re needed again.”
He retreated as quickly as he entered. Silco stepped over the cart and lifted the jacket up and removed the hanger. Ganger’s instinct made him lock the door that Morvac just passed through. Then he walked back behind Vi and raised the garment.
“Arms up.”
She obeyed with a smile. Such was the true strength of a submissive; joyful supplication. But Silco wanted to Vi to choose something for herself today. The redhead slid her arms into the jacket and Silco sat it on her shoulders. He stepped back and watched her bend and move her arms.
“How does it feel?”
Vi shook her shoulders and she twisted to the right and then to the left to get a proper look at herself in the triple mirrors.
“I like the cut, how it doesn’t go all the way down to my wrists. And he added the shoulder pads like I asked for too. Cool that he listened to me. I’m just not sure about the color. Is it too red? Too…..much?”
It was indeed red, of the shade a blushing fire engine. Silco scoffed and stood behind Vi as he explained.
“Too much is the point Violet. Red is your power color, like black and gold are mine.”
Silco swept a hand down his own immaculately tailored ebony suit with gold thread and edges before continuing.
“You are red. Fire, passion, violence and blood. These are not flaws, they are strengths and who you are. Vi, be red.”
His fellow Zaunite stared into the mirror, set her jaw and nodded.
“I’m fucking red.”
“That you are. Now let’s imagine some accessories. Your skin is a bit darker than our Jinx or Caitlyn; I’m thinking gold.”
Vi cocked her head and considered that.
“I do like gold on my skin. Like all the piercings Cupcake has bought me. Gold chains, thick ones across my neck and chests.” Silco nodded approvingly.
“I would suggest at least three over a white blouse or your bindings.”
“Or fuck shirts altogether! I think it could be fucking awesome to just wear the suit and strut down the street; pimp style. Swagger, like how I used walk into the Pits. Man, I hope Caitlyn buys me some chains too.”
Silco raised an eyebrow at that and phrased his next words carefully.
“Perhaps you should ask for some……or demand them?”
The redhead scoffed as she played with the buttons on the jacket. (Cheap plastic placeholder ones. He’d get her chunky gold ones as gift.) And that natural “buy the bottom a present” instinct was helpful in explaining. Silco leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“May I tell you a little secret Violet? A secret about those of us who like to hold the leash? About Tops?”
She shivered at his voice next to her skin.
“Go on.”
“We love it when our babies challenge us. When they yell, scream, cry, pout for more. For you see, dominance isn’t just about sexual matters. We want to dominate your desires in all things. When we see you want something, we want to give it to you. Anticipating those desires is a victory in of itself but it can’t always be so. Tell me, who is the most spoiled person you know?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes.
“It’s Jinx by a long shot and we both know who made her that way.” Silco favored her with his shark smile.
“I accept that responsibility, even though you were queen enabler long before I entered the picture, and accept it proudly. Surely you’ve noticed how I not only indulge her whims but also enjoy her whining, pouting and tantrums. When we fulfill your wants and needs beyond the bedroom, it pleases us. It would please Caitlyn as well.”
Vi leaned her head back until it rested on his shoulder, rubbing it back and forth as she thought about what he said. Silco lifted a hand to the small of her back to keep her balanced on the box. Vi was so like her sister, Jinx also wanted physical contact when she was thinking something over.
“Cupcake and I don’t have the same vibe as you and Jinx. What if it makes her mad at me? Not just her usual snotty-ass attitude mad but like real mad?”
Ah, another thing the sisters shared. A fear of abandonment, which had been planted and nurtured by a hard-knock Zaunite upbringing. Something he certainly understood and been helping Jinx work past. The Baron knew that Caitlyn desperately wanted Vi to understand that as well. This would help build trust and affection on both ends. Silco wasn’t a man built for softness or kind words but these punk siblings unearthed a vein of such things inside him that he didn’t know existed.
“The young Kiramman worries too. She thinks herself inadequate despite her achievements and therefore seeks challenges to overcome to prove her worth. Give that amazon sharpshooter a target. Trust her. Be a bloody brat for your mistress.”
“………Be a brat. Thanks to Pow, I’m more used to taking care of a brat.” Vi sounded amused by the suggestion. Silco rubbed the small of her back.
“My beauteous bluenette soul mate is indeed the princess-queen of all brats but you also carry her royal blood. I’m positive that there is a spoiled and demanding little debutante hiding under that cocky grin and all those muscles that make me drool.”
At his kind words (or perhaps the tip of his tongue on her earlobe) Vi’s left foot rose off the box and he felt her toes tickle the front of his calf.
“What if I wanted to start being a brat right now?” Her tone had a husky, almost raspy, almost Jinx-like whine to it. His reply was immediate and eager.
“Tell me what you want.”
Vi’s fat and juicy behind starting grinding against the front of his pants.
“I want your big old cock up my ass.”
Silco knew it had been a good idea to lock the fitting room door.
****
Meanwhile, at the most glamorous home in Piltover…..
Kiramman Manor could be quite intimidating; a generational wealth edifice of stone and brick that loomed over Piltover the same way the City of Progress loomed over Zaun itself. It was the true seat of her family’s power. Kiramman Plaza in downtown Piltover was just where the paperwork was signed. Poor Vi had a panic attack the first time she accompanied her here.
But Jinx handled it much better.
“My jacket, Tuxedo Chuck!”
She tossed her enamel pin and patch festooned jean jacket to one of the servants as they passed the great oak doors emblazoned with the House Kiramman emblem. Jinx had her head up, nose in the air and was skipping. Leaving boot scuffs on the marble floor. They walked down the east wing to the salon that mother favored for afternoon cocktails. As an up and coming avant-garde Zaunite street artist, she had many opinions on the art and sculpture that lined the walls.
“That one is so fucking ugly!” Pointing at a Demacian bust that cost them 290,000 hexes at auction.
“Soooo retrograde. Paint by numbers? Yuck!” That arrogant dismissal was directed at a pastoral landscape done the Piltoverian old master Yovue Von Gotlick. Mother loved his work.
“Oh boy! More dogs and hunting! Janna’s tits, did you get a fuckin’ discount if you bought them by the dozen?”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes at that. She happened to like hunting and dogs. But she found herself also enjoying how snotty and unafraid Jinx was being. She wasn’t cowed at all by her surroundings. Mother may have miscalculated on her invitation. The matriarch of the wealthiest family in Piltover might reduced her beloved Violet to stunned silence but Caitlyn didn’t think Jinx was going to provide her mother with same satisfaction.
They approached the salon and Jinx didn’t hesitate, running through the open door and yelling loudly.
“HELL YEAH! LET’S GET DAY DRUNK!”
She hurried after the brat to find exactly what she expected to find. Her mother sitting in her favorite high-backed white leather chair, arching a judgmental eyebrow at the blue tornado who just came through the door. The tall woman gulped and pushed down the little girl feeling that rose up in her whenever she shared a room with her mother.
Cassandra Kiramman was a beautiful woman in her early fifties. She was tall but not as tall as Caitlyn who got a double dose of height from her father as well. She was fair-skinned with the aristocratic nose and cheeks she bequeathed her daughter. But she slightly plainer than Caitlyn; who got her beautiful eyes and dark blue hair from her Ionian father. Cassandra’s hair, styled in a poofy bob copied by all the rich ladies in town, was dyed to it’s original rich oak brown. Except for the forelocks and bangs which she allowed to steel-gray.
It was emblematic of the woman herself. Cassandra didn’t deny advancing age; she allowed it under her own terms. She didn’t pretend to be young but nor did surrender to matron status. She kept herself trim and in shape with exercise, a good diet and some discrete plastic surgery. Another feature she shared with her daughter was a large bosom that she was proud of. While she no longer wore the low décolletage outfits of her youth, Cassandra always wore form-fitting tops and sturdy underwire push-up bras to maintain the prominence of the ‘Kirammountains’ as the servants (and Jinx) called the family mammaries.
Caitlyn’s mother was dressed for a warm summer day. Wearing a sleeveless cream-colored blouse and royal purple slacks over cream-colored sandals decorated with Snake Islands pearls. Her bracelets, earrings and rings were also pearls today. Mother was in an island mood today and she imagined the drink selection would reflect that.
And she was proved right as a butler followed them into the salon with a silver tray that had three Painkiller cocktails. Perhaps the strong rum will make this all go down easier. Jinx skipped around the coffee table to hop right in front of mother. Jinx bent over and stuck her hand in her face.
“Pleased to meet ya Caitlyn’s mom!” Cassandra looked warily at Jinx’s chipped nails and the spot of pizza sauce on her knuckles and then gingerly shook her hand.
“Charmed I’m sure. Ms. Lane. Do you prefer Powder or Jinx?”
The bluenette shrugged as she pumped her hand up and down.
“Whatever floats your boat, toots!” Caitlyn winced at Jinx’s airy tone, hearing the challenge under it. No doubt mother heard it too. Cassandra turned to Caitlyn with a wry look.
“Another colorful Trenc……Zaunite come calling. My dear, it reminds of your childhood. Remember those Dobermans you get getting and training? It was a life-long interest after all. Whatever happened to those mongrels?”
“You mean Minny, Daisy and Petunia? The dogs you had put down when I went off to school despite them being perfectly healthy and obedient?”
Jinx watched this interaction with interest as she plopped down on the center cushion of the six thousand hex red Muse sofa. She draped her arms on the back and put her leather boots on the Ionian marble rectangle coffee table. Cassandra looked Jinx dead in the eyes and smirked.
“As you know, I despise mongrels.”
Mother was going right for the throat. With Vi, she used sly browbeating and she antagonized Caitlyn directly. Her mother was cruel and vain but not stupid. Caitlyn had no doubt that just like with Violet, she had a background check done on Jinx. Which would have had plenty of information on her arrest record, mental status and very public displays of ill temperament. She wanted to make Jinx lose her cool, she wanted a show and she wanted ammunition against her when railing about her association with the sisters.
Caitlyn winced, waiting for Jinx to pop her top. But the young woman surprised her once more. Jinx just giggled and slapped the cushions on either side of her.
“That’s funny Mrs. K! Ya know I just read an interesting article about overbreeding in dogs. Did ya know if you that the supposed purebred dogs are weaker and sicker than good old mutts? Yeah, they can’t survive in the real world…..ugly too. Probably from all the inbreeding with same litters over and over.”
She turned her face to hid her smile as she sat down next to Jinx on the couch. A well aimed volley; grandmother and grandpapa Kiramman had been first cousins. Had Jinx known that? Cassandra frowned as she realized that she made the same mistake Caitlyn did when she first met Jinx. She underestimated the little Trencher girl.
That opening exchange set the tone for the afternoon visit.
In which the liquor flowed along with the insults. Caitlyn mostly kept out of the crossfire and only took tiny sips of her drink. Jinx and mother didn’t have the same sense of caution; both throwing back cocktails and throwing out jibes.
“I don’t really see the family resemblance between you and Violet. Different fathers, I assume?”
“Same daddy! Vi takes after him; so handsome! I’m tiny and cute like mama! Speaking of which; it’s so weird that you only kinda look Caitlyn. You’re duller and rougher; like a beta-test version. Legs must have gotten all the refinement from her daddy. At least you gave her the cannons though.”
Cassandra tittered behind her hand and took another deep swallow of her drink.
“She does have her father’s beauty and my…..measurements. but alas, Caitlyn didn’t inherit my good taste.”
The daughter with the bad taste seethed at that poke but it just rolled off Jinx’s back. The bluenette examined her dirty nails with a lazy look in her eyes.
“What do the educated folks say? Oh yeah! ‘Hotness is in the peeper of the beholder’. Your daughter actually has an eye for the unique and super-special. She may be a Piltie snob to her diamond-encrusted core but she ain’t dumb. Cupcake knows a good heart-pump investment when she sees one. That’s Fat-Hands! I’m just an extra bonus….in a lot of ways.”
Caitlyn was oddly touched by her words and her willingness to stand up to mother. Cassandra must have seen the smile on her face because her own ruby-red lips thinned into a hard line when the young woman defended her. She inched closer to Jinx on the couch and joined the conversation.
“Mother, did you know that Jinx owns her own art gallery? Bombshark in the Fissure district. It’s all the rage; I assure you. Valoran Art Weekly just featured her personal work, street and interactive art, which they called ‘fascinating and frightening’.”
Jinx preened, sticking her nose up in the air and making the ice in her drink slosh as she waved it in the air.
“That’s not even the best quote! They said I’m ‘an artist to watch out for and one who should be on a watch list’. Ain’t that sweet? I had that paragraph framed!”
Oh….mother looked absolutely aghast. Caitlyn let herself smirk as she finally finished her first cocktail, she signaled to the servant by the door.
“Another round, ladies?”
“Yes.” Jinx and Cassandra said while glaring at each other.
She didn’t try to keep up with them and the butler barely could either. Finally, mother had the man bring several pitchers of cocktails and then dismissed him. Caitlyn wasn’t a lightweight and her mother could certainly (and did, daily) belt back the booze. But they paled in comparison to skinny little Jinx. Her ability to absorb alcohol and narcotics was astonishing. The bluenette did so much Shimmer, her eyes glowed pink half the time but was always the last one on her feet.
As mother’s face reddened, her insults became coarser, almost matching Jinx. Her companion was enjoying herself, delighting in the elder Kiramman’s frustration in not landing a hit. But if Cassandra had anything in common with Jinx, it was tenacity and cruelty.
“I will say dear; when it comes to Zaunites, I like you better then that upstart Silco.”
For the first time since they got here, Jinx’s eyes went blank. She sniffed and took another sip of her drink.
“What do you mean?” Cassandra laughed.
“You’re honest about being from the…….working class. But your paramour? The pretentious fop! Throwing his ill-gotten lucre around in a frankly pathetic attempt to buy legitimacy. As if his fine suits, club memberships and oh-so-careful masking of his accent could ever actually make his betters not smell the stench of the Fissures oozing from his every pore.”
Jinx’s jaw set and her tone became a growl.
“Sill….Silco’s actually a totally impressive guy. To come from fucking nothing in the Fissures to be the richest and most powerful guy in the Undercity. He’s the best and I think even a stuffy old mummy like you could acknowledge that.”
Cassandra, smelling blood, went for the throat.
“And what a terrible mask it is. He can’t even hide that dreadful scarring of his. Did you know he wears makeup when he comes to sit among us? How we laugh! It does nothing to disguise the ugliness underneath. That Silco…….ugly inside and out.”
Jinx’s hand was shaking as she gripped the glass in her hand hard. Her eyes went from blank to filled with hate. Caitlyn was enraged as was well. Not just about mother’s rudeness either. Time spent with her beloved Violet, Jinx and Silco, both clothed and unclothed, had taught she had been very wrong about certain prejudices she had been raised with.
Not all of them, but most of them.
And the bloody hypocrisy of her! Silco was scum? But still good enough to have a tawdry affair with? It had been the same all her life! Mother raging against and spitting on Caitlyn’s natural desires while acting like a purity queen. ‘The conservative champion of Piltover’ was a fraud and Caitlyn was tired of indulging her. But……as she watched Jinx’s arm muscles tense, she realized that she also couldn’t allow her to be physically assaulted. It would start a firestorm that she may not be able to contain. The tall heiress suddenly stood and gestured to a rolling desk by one of the windows.
“Mother, I need to locate a pen I left here the other day; would you help me look for it in the desk?”
Cassandra rolled her eyes at Caitlyn’s flimsy excuse but still got up to follow her. Jinx glared switchblades at her back as she did.
Neither Kiramman saw Jinx’s gaze fall to Cassandra’s cocktail glass sitting on the coffee table.
Caitlyn whispered angrily to her mother as they faced the desk.
“Stop mocking Silco. Leave off it mother, I’m serious.” Cassandra sneered and barely lowered her voice.
“Or what? The little Trencher slattern will start crying over I’m accurately describing her pimp?”
Oh, that was too far. Caitlyn snatched a random pen off the desk and hissed at her.
“Silco is Jinx’s boyfriend and future husband. And if he’s a pimp as you say; well than you two do have a common experience to bond over.”
Her mother’s face tightened and she opened her mouth, like she opened it for Silco’s cock, but then the regal mask slammed back down over her features and she turned back to her chair with a sniff.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea of what you’re referring to.”
But she did and Caitlyn hoped she spooked her enough to stop bringing up Silco. Cassandra sat back down and picked up her drink, draining the half glass’ worth in a single swallow.
That put the smile back on Jinx’s face.
“Gee Mrs. Kiramman, maybe we got off on the wrong paw. I don’t hate Pilties…..I mean no more than any born and bred Undercity gal does. Be honest; do ya really have a problem with us?”
Cassandra shrugged and swirled the ice in her glass.
“Not with those of you who know your place and understand how the world really works. Trenchers belong in the trench after all. That doesn’t mean you lot shouldn’t be employed and content but that is best achieved when you understand some places and people are simply not for you. Why attempt to teach a dog how to fly when it’s most happy digging up bones in the dir……..YYYYaaawwwnnnn.”
She was interrupted by a giant yawn that escaped from between her perfect white teeth.
“Oh my, excuse me. I don’t….don’t….don’t….know……where….that came fro-yawwwnnn.”
Jinx grinned like a shark, showing her yellowish crooked fangs as Cassandra yawned again.
“Yeah, it kicks in fast. Say, Cass……how was it fucking Silco?”
Her mother’s eyes were drooping and her cheeks bloomed red. A rather unladylike bark of laughter erupted from her as she answered.
“Quite good actually. What Piltover girl doesn’t sneak off for Trencher cock once or twice in her life? Ha! He’s a rough one too. Much better than Caitlyn’s father…..bigger than Tobias too. Janna, why am I so tired all of a sudden?”
Jinx giggled and sipped her cocktail while Caitlyn grew confused.
“Yeah, that’s my big dick daddy. He's rough with tired old sluts like you. Nighty-night Mrs. Kiramman……..”
Caitlyn’s mouth fell open as her mother’s eyes fluttered, she took a long stuttering breath and slumped back in her chair, dead asleep. She jumped off the couch and stepped over Jinx’s legs to get to her.
“Mother! Mother! Are you alright?!?” She grabbed her shoulders and shook her but that only made her start snoring. Jinx hopped up and pushed past her to examine Cassandra.
“She’s fine, don’t freak out! The way this broad was gulping down the rum, I knew she could handle getting what she deserved.”
Jinx bent over and opened one of Cassandra’s eyes with two fingers and looked at her pupil. Then she held her palm under her nose, feeling her breath. Jinx straightened up and smirked, snapping her fingers.
“Got the dose right on the first try! I award myself one thousand genius points!”
What happened smacked her in the face and Caitlyn yelled at her.
“Jinx…..did you drug my mother?” The smaller woman looked up at her.
“Yeah.” Caitlyn sputtered and grabbed the sides of her head in frustration.
“How? When? Why?” Jinx patted her fanny pack and responded like Caitlyn had asked how she just changed a tire.
“I don’t just keep crackers and cherry bombs in here! I always have a few party favors like Roof-Shim. You know that variant? The one they did all the PSAs about? I slipped it in her glass when you two giraffes were having your whisper party. I did it because she’s mean! And not fun-mean like me. She was being a cunt about Silly, she’s mean to my Fat-Hands and she’s mean to you! I ain’t gonna put up with that and neither should you!”
Oh. Caitlyn felt a strange lurch in her heart at the sight of the angry brat who just drugged her mother. Jinx was defending the people she loved, including her and felt nice despite the surrealism of the situation. She inclined her head to Cassandra.
“Are you sure she’ll be alright?”
Jinx looked back down at Cassandra, she lifted a hand and snapped her fingers three time in a zigzag pattern in front of her face and yelled.
“WAKE-UP PILTIE!”
Cassandra just snorted, turned her head away from Jinx’s fingers and snored in the leather of the chair. Jinx turned to Caitlyn with a cheeky grin.
“See? She’s just gonna snooze for about two hours and the best part is that it blanks the last fifteen minutes or so of being awake so you don’t know what happened! She’s just gonna think she drank too much and fell asleep. Me and Silly use it for our ‘mystery night adventures’.”
“You enjoy that?” Jinx nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh my Janna, it’s so fun! I’ve woken up in a trunk before! And when I nail Silly, he has to guess which strap I used on him when he wakes up!”
“How.....lovely.” Jinx elbowed her and sniggered.
“Check it out.” She leaned over and spoke into Cassandra’s right ear.
“Your heir eats trencher pussy like it’s Ionian caviar.”
It wasn’t the words that made her laugh, it was the unconscious grimace that her mother made. The tall woman slapped a hand over her mouth and the other over her belly as Jinx stuck out and wiggled her tongue over Cassandra’s nose and made all manner of funny faces at the most feared woman in Piltover.
“You ain’t never getting Silly’s cock again either! You don’t appreciate the good stuff Ms. Fancy-Tits! He’s off-limits to you! Hey, Cupcake! You go!”
She wiped a tear of laughter from her eye and shook her head.
“I couldn’t.” Jinx beckoned her with a crooked finger.
“Come on! You can say whatever you want to her without risking your trust fund! When will you get that chance again?”
Hmmm, that was true. Caitlyn had spent a lifetime enduring this woman’s emotional abuse and mockery so her inheritance wouldn’t be danger. Cassandra had looked down on her for years because she was different from her. She looked at her passed-out mother and took a deep breath.
“You are a cruel old cunt and I long for the day you die.” Jinx hopped up and down, clapping her hands together. Caitlyn leaned over the chair, gripping the armrests and putting her nose against Cassandra’s as she growled.
“I’m going to marry Violet. She will be a Kiramman and she will carry the seed I select. Our family will lead this house into the future. I will fuck her on your grave one day. Jinx will have a room of her own in the manor and Silco will have an open invite for tea. Remember him? Guess what mother? I fucked him too and he said I was better than you. I am the superior Kiramman! Happy nightmares bitch.”
Jinx looked at her with new respect.
“Good disses giraffe girl! Now, was I right? Feel good?”
Caitlyn cocked her head and considered the felony Jinx committed and that she was now an accessory to.
“You know what? I do. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Tomorrow I go back to being the mostly obedient and mostly respectful daughter but right now I feel free. This delightful memory will sustain me during unpleasant interactions with mother.”
Jinx arched an eyebrow and then looked at the closed door to the salon. She turned and skipped over to it. She turned the silver key sticking out the elaborate brass lock, Caitlyn frowned at the clicking sound and as Jinx tossed the key on the carpeted floor.
“Jinx, what are you doing?”
“I wanna give ya a even better memory and we need a little privacy.”
She watched as Jinx walked…..no……swayed her way back to her. Caitlyn’s eyes, so helpless like Silco and Vi, fell to those swaying hips on their own accord. She was dressed like a street rat, sweaty and half-drunk but to Caitlyn she was one of the sexiest creatures she’d ever seen. Her large blue orbs were almost as hypnotic and Caitlyn stood still as Jinx slid up to her, placed her small hands on her chest and……
……shoved her back down on the couch, hard.
Caitlyn squawked as she fell akimbo against the arm of the couch next to mother’s chair.
“Bloody hell, Jinx!”
The bluenette knelt between her spread legs, shoving one up onto the couch, causing Caitlyn’s short tennis shirt to creep up her thighs.
“I’m gonna eat ya out now.”
Her eyes widened at that proclamation. She looked over at her mother, still sleeping in her chair. No, no, no….this was too much!
“We are not doing that right now.”
“Yes, we are.” Her voice became raspier and she kissed the inside of Caitlyn’s left knee, making her shiver. She shook her head, no! This little bint was not in charge around here!
“Listen to me Jinx. We are not…..I wouldn’t even enjoy…….this is wrong……ouch!”
Jinx’s kiss turned into a bite and Caitlyn hissed as her sharp teeth nearly broke the skin. She looked up at her with mild amusement.
“Wrong? I don’t believe in right and wrong. I believe in what feels good and what feels bad. Eating your blue-blooded cunt on this fancy couch in front of your mom would feel good so I’m gonna do it. And you’re going let me and you’re gonna look mama in the eye when you bust. You wanna know why?”
“Wh-wh-why?” Caitlyn’s voice was almost frightened as she asked. Jinx leaned forward, raising herself up on the sofa cushions between her legs. Her eyes were glittering with conviction and lust.
“Because you’re Caitlyn fucking Kiramman and you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
It was like a slap across the face. The words sank in and she didn’t feel scared anymore. How many times had she done this at the club? In front of other people? Her panties suddenly felt damp and too tight.
Besides, mother deserved it.
Her cultured hand shot up and she seized Jinx’s trashy throat, squeezing the little bitch’s neck and making her moan with anticipation.
“What are you waiting for then, slut? Get to work.”
Caitlyn settled back against the couch arm as Jinx slid back down to her knees. She looked at her mother’s sleeping face…….and smiled.