Selene
I can’t believe that piece of shit Walton Jr. was at the fucking bar. I didn’t see that coming, and now I’m going to have to add watching him to the list.
Zander. I knew his name before today, of course, having stalked the fuck out of his father, but there weren’t any recent pictures of him I could find online, and he and his father didn’t seem to like to be around each other, save for when they’re trading people.
I get inside my little apartment and throw the dress onto my threadbare couch, heading straight for my bottle of whiskey. Now I have to play the waiting game, if Henry wants me, he has my number, and it needs to be him that wants me. Then all of this can really take off.
I need to release the pent-up anger I have for Zander and his peekaboo act today, I think a late-night shift at my unconventional fucking job sounds nice. I pull out a thick manilla envelope from under my couch cushions and open it up.
Inside is a compilation of hits I need to get through this year and as thick as it is now, it was once twice as large. I’ve been a busy fucking girl.
I hold up the first paper and grin. Looks like I’ll be paying a certain gynecologist a visit.
This man Dr. Carl Ignis likes to touch women inappropriately and then rapes them for good measure. A few women have come forward but it’s always been shut down due to no evidence and Dr. Ignis being an upstanding citizen with a family at home.
Dr. Ignis is a piece of shit and I can’t wait to get my hands bloody.
I dress in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white crop top, pairing it with my trench. Carl likes to peruse the few blocks that’s known for young prostitutes and seedy drug deals. It’s Friday, so let's see if Carl comes out to play.
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I’m fucking walking around in these fucking boots again but I can’t help how much I enjoy the connection to Pretty Woman and I’ll gladly take the pain. A few of the girls I know call out to me and a few others screw up their faces, there’s no in between.
“Have any of you seen the gyno yet?” I ask a few standing under a streetlamp.
“Dr. Ignis hasn’t come by yet,” his regular giggles. Sorry bitch, the cunt is mine tonight.
About two hours pass and I have ignored about four different guys, then I see him. He drives a white Range Rover and slows down when he sees his regular girl. Can’t have that.
I walk right up to his passenger window as he’s lowering it.
“I want you.” I tell him, leaning forward into the window.
“Really?” His shit brown eyes shine bright and eager.
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I let my pouty mouth curl up into a slow smile. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
His tongue snakes out and runs along his thin lips as he combs his fingers through his thinning blonde hair.
“Get in,” he says and I smile wider.
Got you, bitch.
“Dr. Ignis,” his regular calls out. “Will you be back later?”
“He won’t be back later,” I close the door and lean out of the window. “Find a new regular.”
Carl chuckles from beside me, thinking a pair of whores are fighting over him, but in reality I’m telling her he ain’t coming back because he’ll soon be choking on his own blood.
He takes us to a deserted mall parking lot and parks the vehicle, looking over at me expectantly.
“Tell me what you want,” I grin at him and lower my lashes.
“How much will this cost me?” He runs his finger over his fish thin lips. “And are you old enough to be doing this?”
“Tonight’s on me and would it matter?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It wouldn’t matter.”