Encounter: Amanda & Garrett
Amanda pushed herself up, bracing herself on her palms against the brick wall at her back. She splat crudely on the concrete ground beside her shoes while the former Senator tucked his soften length back in his trousers. Pushing her dirty hair back from her face with her left hand, Amanda held out her right one, palm up, wiggling her fingers impatiently, “Pay up, David.” The 32-year-old. early-to-retire senator, chuckled at her curt tone, “You lucky you give amazing head, because your personality isn’t exactly sparkling.”
“What’s it matter?” Amanda asked rhetorically, “ain’t nobody coming to me for conversation.” She paused for a moment before wiggling her fingers again, “My money.”
“Yeah, yeah,” David said, reaching back to pull his leather wallet out of his pocket. He flipped it open and thumbed open the dollar bill pocket, “Forty dollars, right?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.” He used his thumb to push up two twenty dollar bills. Amanda’s teeth caught the inside of her cheek in anticipation of what she could use that forty for. Until he looked up her and said, “Except...” in that vicious manner that only meant bad news for Amanda.
“Except what?” She asked, tone turning hard and brittle as dread curdled her stomach. She so didn’t want to do this now, especially not when she hadn’t slept well in days. The cruel smile on his lips told her that he was clearly going to make her do this. Fuck.
“Except I’m not satisfied I got my money’s worth.”
Amanda choked back a laugh, “Oh you were plenty satisfied, David.”
“...Maybe I want more for my money.” The older man replied, reaching out with his unoccupied hand to push her back against the brick wall. “Come on, alley princess, I’ve paid enough over the past few months to earn myself at one ride. What do you say?”
“Nah nuh,” Amanda said, shaking her head, “I don’t give free rides to no one, ya hear? Hell, I don’t ride,” This was, technically a lie, but she was EXTREMELY selective about the men she let fuck her. They sure as shit paid her a hell alot more than forty dollars.
“Aww, come on.”
“I said, no,” Amanda insisted, reaching out to push him away.
He chided her, “No, no, you don’t touch me, girly. I know what those hands can do.” He switched up his grip and instead of her shoulder, grabbing her chin in a bruising grip, “I know enough about you. One call to my friends on Capitol Hill and Guardians will becoming for you. Whatever you’re running from, I’ll make sure it finds you.” He smirked, “Just give me one free ride, it’s so much easier.”
“NO. Do you need me to spell it out for you? N. O.” Amanda growled, shoving at the man’s suit jacketed shoulders despite his previous warnings not to touch. His hand slid down to wrap around her throat and he squeezed. The young woman began to panic, kicking and struggling in vein, as his grip tightened.
There was dark hiss from somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway. Amanda would know that whisper-scream voice anywhere: Niska. Suddenly there was the skinny, stray Tabby cat attacking his calves with claws & sharp cat teeth. David shouted and his hand left her throat as he kicked blindly at the cat.
Amanda reached up and touched her throat where he had just held her. Ow. Fuck. Here she was thinking David was one of her more bland clients. Her eyes narrowed in anger as he managed to kick the cat with the tip of his wing-toed shoes.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” Amanda yelled, her powers rising to the surface as the street cat ran off to lick her injuries. David reared about and punched her, clearly no longer thinking with his upstairs brain. She got knocked back on her ass, head impacting the concrete hard.
