THE GATHERING

Here is Lacey's contribution to our continuing story:

PART 4 – Lacey Savage

"I'm not going." Nikki Martin paced the freshly dug earth, her heels sinking into the soil with every step. "Did you hear me? I said I'm not going."
"I heard you." The husky disembodied voice slid down her spine, making her shiver. "But you don't have a choice."
She spun on her heel, fixing the headstone with a fierce glare. Gray mist floated from the ground, enveloping the base of the marble. She could barely make out the inscription that had been carefully carved upon its surface:

Gavin Martin
1970-2006

The silvery note of death
Reaches us all
Your passing brought an end
To Rock 'N' Roll

"You actually expect me to do this?" Nikki dropped to her knees on her husband's grave. Wet earth stuck to her bare legs and marred the hem of her miniskirt. She ignored it.
"You want to avenge my death, don't you?"
"Of course." Hot tears stung the back of her throat. She swallowed them down. "You know the types of creatures that are going to be at Rocker Reggie's tonight. It's not safe for me there."
"That's why I'll be with you."
She leaped to her feet at the feel of the ghostly touch that caressed her arm. Frantic, she scanned the graveyard, but it remained as empty as it had been a moment before. A chill wind lifted her skirt, blowing its stiff breeze between her legs. Her panties dampened as a swift, sure pressure built at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy fluttered with recognition.
Trembling, she wiped the back of her hand across her cheek. "You promise?"
"Always."
Nikki closed her eyes. If she held her breath, she could almost feel the silky sensation of his lips brushing hers.
Resolve settled in her stomach, giving her a determined boost she hadn't expected. When she blinked her eyes open, she released a last shuddering sigh and straightened her spine. "I'll do it."
"Good. Take these. You'll need them."
She glanced down in time to see a set of handcuffs and a long, white feather appear on the ground. Lifting them both, she trailed her fingertip along the edge of the feather, dislodging some of the slick soil that clung to it.
"By the time this night is over," Nikki promised, "Rocker Reggie won't know what hit him."

Reggie watched, fascinated, feeling his cock spring to rigid attention as the delicious Widow Martin approached him. A long white feather in one hand, and a set of handcuffs in the other. My, oh my. Things were definitely starting to heat up. He had no idea what the delectable Nikki was planning to contribute to the festivities. And, if truth be told, he could hardly wait to find out. He especially wanted to know what she had in mind for that long white feather. Oooooh...

To be continued...

Be sure to come back tomorrow for Bernadette Gardener/Jennifer Colgan's Part 5 of The Gathering.