He liked them sleezy looking, revealing & young. She cringed as she stepped out of the shadows wearing a mini skirt, low cut revealing blouse, & her hair was slightly messy. His typical call girl style. She had paid the pimp to set her up with him as a “toy” for him. The man had a disgusting taste not just in women, but what he did to them. She had watched a girl come from his place & interrogated the girl. He loved to beat them until they pleaded for mercy before taking his fill of them. She growled in disgust for a moment, then knocked on the sleezy hotel door. He answered, wearing nothing but a black silk robe with his initials embroidered on it. Fitting that you’ll be buried in that you pompous piece of crap!
“I am here for your pleasure tonight. I am a new girl under Tommy’s employment, he said I was to your liking.” She said in a very sultry voice.
He licked his lips, examining her as if he was a starving lion ready to devour her. He stepped aside, letting her in & close the door. She heard the audible click of the lock & the chain engage. It’s you who is locked in her with me big guy. She turned to him, beginning to dance in a very suggestive erotic way. She gasped; the man moved quickly & had her by the throat, pinned to the wall. He had advanced on her much faster than anticipated. The prior girl said he had let her dance a bit before demanding she get on her knees. Guess that’s not his kink tonight. She quickly analyzed the situation & realized this was part of his game, scare tactics.
She put on a feigned desperate look to him & whimpered, “Please, don’t hurt me. I just need the money cuz I wanna go to school & be a better person.”
“You’ll never rise from the gutter you crawled out of you simpering little Bitch.” He whispered in her ear, tightening his grip.
He had strength, she had to give him that. She had to get him to let up. She feigned fainting, letting her body go limp against the wall. She felt him ease off, lifting her damsel style & laying her on the bed. She felt his weight engage on the edge of the bed, it was now or never. She opened her eyes, quickly judging the distance & placed a swift punch into his solar plexus. He staggered back away from the bed side & glared angrily. She quickly got up, kicking the heels off, she needed more balance to deal with this one. He was a big guy, easily +300lbs between flab & muscle. He had the strength, but she had the agility. When he charged at her, easily side stepping, she sent a knee into his gut & her elbow into the back of his head as he crumpled over her knee. He hit the floor with a grunt. She placed her knee between his shoulder blades, drawing a knife from her thigh sheath under the skirt. Before she could react further, he bucked up, knocking her back. As her head connected with the tv stand, her hand instinctually released the knife. Before she could clear her head, he had hold of both her thighs & yanked her, back on the ground to him.
“I love a girl with some fight in her. They’re much more pleasing to break.”
She winced as he dug hard with his hands into her thighs. Damn you & your big hands you bastard. She glared angrily as he leaned down. She took a swing for his Adam’s apple, only to have her hand caught. I seriously underestimated this bastard. Shit, I got to figure out how to take him down. She slowed her breathing forcibly & took a minute, letting him think she was giving in. She cried out as sharp pain ripped through her leg as she felt him literally bite her inner thigh hard. She was momentarily thrown off by the sudden assault of pain he inflicted. Biting her other thigh, before leaning up to try to bite her again. Using her free leg, she pushed off the side of the bed as hard as she could, forcing him to lose balance & topple to the left, still holding her left leg over his shoulder where he was about to bite again. She quickly used the momentum, throwing the rest of her body into the roll, ending up straddling his shoulders.
Cold anger seeped into her like molten mercury. “You won’t hurt another girl.”
“You think you can do anything about it blonde?” He snorted.
“I can do more than you realize.” She responded coldly.
She grabbed out the small sub compact 9mm from the small of her back, undoing the safety in a quick fluid movement.
“Beg.” She demanded as she placed the loaded gun between his eyes.
Realization illuminated his eyes as he whimpered, “Plea…”
She pulled the trigger 3 times in rapid succession. It was personal now after he had tried to assault. She got up, feeling warm liquid on her inner thigh in several places. She looked down to find 3 bite marks, all bleeding a fair bit. She kicked him once for spite. She then walked to her purse, grabbing out her cell.
“It’s done. Come get me. Send the cleaners for this one.” She said before cutting off the call, not permitting there to be any further discussion.
She went to the bathroom & began checking & treating her bites. After about 20minutes, the knock came. She walked to the door, gun in hand just in case. Opening the door, she shoved the gun in the person’s face.
“Shit Luv, chill!”
She put the gun away, reapplying the safety. “Sorry, can’t be too careful it wasn’t one of his lackies.”
“Damn you’re jumpy Luv.”
“Shut up, let’s go.” She said grumpily, grabbing her stuff. “The cleaners just arrived.”
She nodded at the team as the approached. One sighed & looked to her, “You made a mess Luv.”
“Yea, that’s why I called you.” She responded sharply to the woman.
She walked to the black sedan & slid in the passenger seat, engaging her seatbelt, looking over as he slid in the car next to her.
“Just get me home.” She growled.
He didn’t respond, simply turning the key & engaged the car into drive. The drive home was quiet, & tense, she could tell he had something to say. Upon getting her home, he followed her in to complete the transaction as usual as her handler. Upon turning on the lights he gasped as he looked her over.
“Shit Luv, you’re bleeding & bruised.”
“No big deal, the fucker just bit me.”
“Bit you?!” He grimaced. “Sit down, let me look.”
“I’m fine, I just need a shower.”
“Sit Luv, that’s an order.”
She glared at him but obeyed. He knelt down, spreading her legs just enough to look at the closest bite.
He winced & inhaled sharply through his teeth, “Luv, these need a good cleaning & stiches, he took a chunk outta you the sick fuck!”
“Fine, do it.”
He walked to her bathroom, knowing exactly where she kept her medical supplies. He knew she would reject a numbing solution, so, he went straight to cleaning & stitching her up. It was only a few stitches each bite. She definitely would need a few days before her next job to recover. He thought as he stitched the last bite.
“I’m putting you on leave for a week. That was messy Luv, too messy. I mean hell look at you. That boy toy needs to get out of your system. Use this week to sever shit with him & get your head back in the game. I don’t want to see you end up like Lyza.”
She winced hearing the name. She had trained with Lyza & he had also been her handler as well. A job had gone wrong, very wrong. She completed her assignment, but only had enough left in her to make the call that it was done to him. She was dead before the team even got there, not even 10 minutes later.
“Fine. I need time for schoolwork anyway. Thanks for the vacation I don’t need.” She growled.
He grunted, then took his leave.
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She had slept well that night & had to act normal in college classes all day despite the throbbing stiches under her leggings. She was going to go back to the tavern to confront Stetzon tonight. She wanted to know his end game.
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Later that night, she wore dirty lower-class clothing like the ones the factory workers wore & walked into the tavern. She took a seat at the end of the bar, closest to the door. If anyone was paying attention, she had a slight limp. The pain had gotten worse. She had also had to apply makeup to try to hide the fact the bastard had bruised her throat, but faint hints of it could be seen despite the makeup. For all they knew, her boyfriend or husband beat the shit out of her. That would be her cover story if anyone asked. She paid no mind to the others today, not particularly giving a damn whether they wanted her there or not. She hadn’t brought anything special with her. No purse. No sketchbook. Nothing. Just herself tonight. She would speak with Stetzon, hopefully at some point in private. She hoped that it was close to the end of his shift. She was still tired from the ordeal last night. She hadn’t gotten home until 3am & by the time she was doctored up, showered & dressed for bed it was 4:45am. She didn’t get much sleep & it could be seen in her face that she was definitely sleep deprived.