Stevie

The dinner party was going great. All the guests were mingling in my home which I opened for an evening of delicious food and donations to a new charity foundation for children in need. These people were top notch and I was surprised that some of them even showed up to begin with. But, I knew they had thick wallets and I was going to come after them. 

The attire wasn’t too formal, it was pretty relaxed. A lot of the stars wore jeans and the women managed to put on jean skirts to wear into public. I was probably the most elegantly dressed.

“Ah, Harry.” A man said from behind me as I came away from another conversation. “Isn’t this grand. You sure do know how to put on a party." 

I smiled, "Well, thank you. It’s for the kids, like always.” I patted him on the shoulder in the charismatic way that got people to hand over checks. That’s exactly what happened. 

“Twenty-five hundred for you.” He said, placing his signature on the check and handing it over.

“Thank you.” I smiled and accepted the check, adding it to the others. He moved on to mingle with the other guests and hopefully get a good piece of gossip to put in his blog (which is rather unsuccessful but everyone gives him props for trying). I made my way around my home, checking in with each group of people as they discussed politics or who they ate out with for lunch or who they ate out during lunch most of the crap that I can just look up on Facebook or check on Twitter.

“Harry! My man!” It was David coming from the kitchen with a beer. He handed me a blank check with his signature on it. 

“Uh, you know this isn’t filled out right?” I ask him as he takes a large gulp from his drink. 

“Yeah, dude, do what you want with it, I don’t care.” He laughed, took another drink and then stumbled away. 

“Make good choices!” I yell at him as he goes away. Looking at the check I place it with the others and go back to making my rounds.

I talked with the Lawyer who won my divorce with my wife, getting me all the money she owned because she was unstable, my account manager, my mom (why was she here?), my dad (I knew he was coming), a few of my neighbors, my hair stylist, and finally my cousin.

“I flew in from Paris.” He said, drinking some wine and looking around. “This is fun, do you do this often?” He asked. 

I nodded, “For charity.”

“Ah, your the giving type now?" 

"People change.” I say, taking a rather large sip of my own drink. 

“Well, what I know is in the past.” He winks at me and then moves over to a group of investors. 

“Fuck.” I say, going to the kitchen. There are platters lining the counter and the servants are taking them out to the guests. I run my fingers through my hair and then finish my drink, putting the glass on the counter. 

When I head back out, I see my cousin standing in a corner looking at a sculpture I bought. 

“This is one exquisite piece.” He touched the angel’s harp and plucked the string. He broke it. 

“If you are going to cause trouble get out.” I pulled his shoulder and he spins on his heel. His eyes take me by surprise. They are a pale blue. “Are you alright, Vince?” I say as he stares at me. I waited for him to blink but he never did. “Vince?" 

"Nuh uh.” He shook his finger at me.

“What?" 

He move his finger towards himself, wanting me to come forward so he could whisper something in my ear.

"Remember Stevie?" 

I stumble back, pushing Vince away from me. He laughs loudly and then comes forward, dragging me into an empty room. He locked the double doors behind him and slowly turned around in a creepy and almost clumsy manner. 

"I’m back.” He winks and looks down at his body. 

“Vince, fucking cut it out.” I say, stumbling over the chairs.

“Do you not listen? Vince isn’t here!” He whispered eerily. “Sit down. Let me show you.” I sat down at the table, ready to get up if I needed to. Vince walked over to one of the mirrors placed around the room. In the reflection I could still see Vince.

“What?” I laughed. 

“Hold on.” He said and smirked. Quickly, I saw the flashed reflection of someone else. It wasn’t a stranger, it was Stevie. I jumped out of my chair and moved to the farthest wall away from him. 

“The fuck!” I screamed.

“Shhh, you’ll scare your wonderful guests.” He turned around and his pale eyes stared at me.

“You know, I seriously thought I was dead when you shot in me in the park." 

"I didn’t mean to." 

"Don’t fucking interrupt me.” He yelled. I stopped moving. “Okay. So, the day you shot my in the park, I made a deal with a certain someone,” He pointed down. “To come back and get people to sin. Mostly with lust and then they commit suicide after I break their hearts.” He laughs and moves his hand down his button up shirt. “I’m like a servant.” He smiles slyly and begins to unbutton his shirt. “But, I didn’t come to harm you. Physically.” He lets the top fall to the ground. He points at me and my body starts to go numb. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt, well, you know.” He unbuttons his pants. He points at me again and I feel my body moving towards him and then fall. I’m on my knees. “I thought this would be fun.” He pulls down his pants and then his underwear. “Your cousin is hot, by the way. Like really.” He pulls out his cock and I start to scream. It wasn’t like I didn’t think he was hot. He was. But he was family. Vince or Stevie or whatever points again and I feel my mouth tighten shut, only a struggling hum. He puts a finger to his lips “Shhh, you don’t want to frighten your wonderful guests." He points again and without any control, I begin sucking him off. 

"Revenge is sweet.” He says between moans.