Post by krista on Dec 7, 2010 12:35:38 GMT -7
“You!” Alma yelled pointed at a guy standing to her left, one of the few not totally cowering from her after witnessing a petite, yet lithe woman in stilettos bring a muscly Orc to the floor in less time than it took people to know what was going on. “Call the police, and tell them he’s unconscious because of the Narcojet. He should be fine in a few hours.”
“But… where are you going?” He managed to mumble back, voice easy to pick up even over the loud club music, thanks to her cyber ears. Alma kneeled, and helped the young human girl, probably no older than 18 or 19, to her feet. She looked shaken, but no worse for wear. “Shouldn’t you wait here?”
“Not likely.” Alma mumbled, turning her back on the crowd and leading the prostitute out without another word.
She ushered the girl to her car, and continued on 5 or 6 minutes down the road, and pulled into an alley. The girl was too stunned to do much while Alma checked her over.
“You’re fine, a bruise or two, but nothing that is too serious.” Eyeing her carefully, Alma looked like she almost had genuine concern. “You have somewhere to go?”
“I should get back and talk to Daddy.” The girl whispered quietly.
“Do you want to go back to ‘Daddy’?” The pseudo doctor asked quietly, silently probing.
The prostitute, more keen than Alma would have guessed, caught on immediately. “Oh yeah, he takes good care of us.”
Having a feeling this girl genuinely thought so, Alma nodded. “What’s his address? I’ll take you home.”
“Well now….” The skinny, greasy, African American man in front of her drawled, eyes travelling up and down her body. “What do we have here….? Who are you working for, honey? I can tell you, you’d get a fair bit more money working for me….”
Alma nearly balked, and slapped Mac clear across the face. “Don’t you talk like that to me, thank you.”
“Mmm!” The guy said, grinning, exposed several gold teeth and rubbed his cheek. “Spicy too! I gots clients who’d like that.”
She sighed, and made a move towards her sports car. “I just wanted to see Dusty home safe.”
“Wait, wait, love. I don’t mean no disrespect.” He waved his hand, trying to stop Alma from leaving. “I take good care of my girls, and I am grateful for you looking out for Dusty there.”
“How grateful are you?” Alma said, raising an eyebrow, making no move towards the pimp for fear of her question being misinterpreted.
“Well…. You seem like the type of chick that gets off on information…” Mac said, waving her closer. “Let me tell you what I know….”
“But… where are you going?” He managed to mumble back, voice easy to pick up even over the loud club music, thanks to her cyber ears. Alma kneeled, and helped the young human girl, probably no older than 18 or 19, to her feet. She looked shaken, but no worse for wear. “Shouldn’t you wait here?”
“Not likely.” Alma mumbled, turning her back on the crowd and leading the prostitute out without another word.
She ushered the girl to her car, and continued on 5 or 6 minutes down the road, and pulled into an alley. The girl was too stunned to do much while Alma checked her over.
“You’re fine, a bruise or two, but nothing that is too serious.” Eyeing her carefully, Alma looked like she almost had genuine concern. “You have somewhere to go?”
“I should get back and talk to Daddy.” The girl whispered quietly.
“Do you want to go back to ‘Daddy’?” The pseudo doctor asked quietly, silently probing.
The prostitute, more keen than Alma would have guessed, caught on immediately. “Oh yeah, he takes good care of us.”
Having a feeling this girl genuinely thought so, Alma nodded. “What’s his address? I’ll take you home.”
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“Well now….” The skinny, greasy, African American man in front of her drawled, eyes travelling up and down her body. “What do we have here….? Who are you working for, honey? I can tell you, you’d get a fair bit more money working for me….”
Alma nearly balked, and slapped Mac clear across the face. “Don’t you talk like that to me, thank you.”
“Mmm!” The guy said, grinning, exposed several gold teeth and rubbed his cheek. “Spicy too! I gots clients who’d like that.”
She sighed, and made a move towards her sports car. “I just wanted to see Dusty home safe.”
“Wait, wait, love. I don’t mean no disrespect.” He waved his hand, trying to stop Alma from leaving. “I take good care of my girls, and I am grateful for you looking out for Dusty there.”
“How grateful are you?” Alma said, raising an eyebrow, making no move towards the pimp for fear of her question being misinterpreted.
“Well…. You seem like the type of chick that gets off on information…” Mac said, waving her closer. “Let me tell you what I know….”