It’s still early. Barely two in the afternoon, so I slide into my spot in the garage before shutting the doors and turning the caroff. I don’t bother rolling the car window back up. It’s not like it isn’t locked inside or whatever.
I climb from the car with my bags and head for the kitchen door. Dropping my stuff on the counter with a sigh. I love my house. The outside I may not have changed, but the inside is a gothic lover’s dream.
A deep black and red kitchen that is completed with black marble counters. Cost me a pretty penny, but worth every bit of it. The cabinets are all black with red accents. Skulls, bats, and bones decorate every spare space you can find. Instead of bright green plants, you will find deep purples, reds, and blacks all scattered around the room in various places.
The rest of my house is similarly styled. The furniture was bought from thrift stores and then reupholstered to fit the aesthetic. It has been a year since I moved and I’m finally happy with every room in the house. It’s my gothic manor, and I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing.
I pull my phone from one of my bags and open up the app to order some food. Pizza seems perfect. I’m one of those people that can eat whatever they want and not gain a single pound more than what I currently sit at. I’m not stick thin but I have curves. So if I want some pizza, then fuck yes, please send me the best pizza in the world.
I close the app only to open up the internet browser on my phone while I wait. I move to the couch in the living room and grab my throw blanket to toss over my lap as I settle in to do some research.
Holidays in November
I type the words at the top and hit the enter button. Let’s see what we have to choose from. Of course, Thanksgiving is at the top and I immediately dismiss the major holiday. Veteran’s day. I could definitely make camo work for me. I scroll furtherdown the search history. Dias de los Muertos. It could be a nice contribution, but no, not my heritage.
Then I see it. National Occult Day. November eighteenth. That’s it. That’s my holiday. It fits my whole gothic bitch vibe and will go over so fucking huge with my subs. And I think I have the perfect idea.
I open up my email and shoot a detailed outline of what I was thinking for the photoshoot to the photographer, Chad. When I’m done, I place my phone on my lap and squeal with excitement. If I can pull this off, the subs will go absolutely feral for it and I can create some serious content for it that will be fucking amazing.
The energy swirling inside my body is so overwhelming that I can barely sit still. Thoughts of the photoshoot are already filling my brain and the cam sessions that will follow. I can sense so much coming from this shoot. The need to just jump around the house is nearly overwhelming.
My phone chimes and I pick it up to glance at the notification of the pizza’s arrival. I bounce from the couch to the front door as I open the front gate for the driver. They enter and I wait on the steps of the house with a cash tip in my hand for the driver.
Handing over the pizza, I slide the cash into his hand and he stutters but pockets the hundred-dollar bill, and a mumbled thank you as he races out of here in hopes I didn’t make a mistake in handing him the money. It’s the little things for me.
I’ve worked all the dead-end jobs that include fast foods and delivery jobs. The ones that pay just enough to cover the gas in the piece of shit car I owned at the time. So if a hundred dollar tip makes sure that person can get a bill paid or gas in their car, then so fucking be it.
I close the gate and then lock the front door before heading to the living room. I place the box on the coffee table beforeturning the TV on and finding something worth binging for a bit while I eat. The energy wound up tight inside of me means I won’t be sleeping anytime soon. The world spins only for the upcoming photoshoot.
I check my phone and notice the email response from Chad. He is on board and I can’t fucking wait. This is going to be epic. I can’t believe he approved so easily. I for sure thought he would think I was crazy. We should have plenty of time to get everything in place, so when the photoshoot comes around next week, I can just show up and perform for the camera like always.
This is going to be so much fun.
It’s been a week since I mentioned to Chad what I wanted for the holiday photoshoot. Here we are. The day has arrived and I’ve spent all week preparing for the epicness that this will be. Back and forth messages with Chad and Nova to coordinate everything I would need and I purchased anything we didn’t already have.
Like my head piece that is sitting on the chair next to the tub. That piece cost me a pretty fortune so this better photograph beautifully. Real rubies are inlaid in the gorgeous gold wire. It was worth it.
So Occult day means magic and folklore and more. I’ve always had this obsession with Elizabeth Bathory. So why not do a bloody photo shoot that is me in some old tub filled with blood and surrounded by her servants? A ton of gorgeous women with their hands on my body as the blood pours over me.
This is going to be fucking epic.
I glance around the room to see that everything is already in place. The claw-foot tub is gorgeous. The red liquid inside gives the appearance of blood. Three women dressed in robes stand around the tub waiting for me. I just finished with makeup and hair and so I’m ready when Chad is.
The scene is perfect, and a wall has been rolled in to look like a window behind the tub. The floor is fake bathroom tiles. It looks old but perfect all at the same time. It’s creepy, but something about it drags me forward with excitement.
“Letty!” Chad calls out from behind his equipment. “Are you ready?”
“So fucking ready.”
“I’m going to take some of you in front of the tub, sitting on the edge, then we will move on to inside the tub. By the end I will take some of the ladies pouring the blood water all over your breasts. Sound good?”
“You’re the boss. Just tell me what you need.”
I drop the robe from my shoulders and step up to the tub. Careful to stand on the paper tiles with care. I lift the headpiece from the chair beside the tub and fit it on my head carefully. It’s heavier than I thought it would be, but it’s so fucking gorgeous.
I take a seat in the chair and adopt a lazy pose while I wait for Chad to give the all ready as he tests his lighting. He clicks the button, and I change poses a few times accentuating the best parts of me before standing in front of the tub to do the same. Giving him everything he may need from me.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I lift on foot to the edge of the tub. My deep red nails on my toes are a vivid contrast to the pristine white of the porcelain. I spread my legs wider and arch my back to push my breast outwards. Chad continues to press his button and encourages me to keep going. Letting me naturally move on to the next phase when I’m ready.
