Errands.

God, she hated doing favors for Benny. He didn't need her help. All he had to do was drive his Benz over here and drop the shit off- but no. Benny couldn't risk his ass. He had to risk hers. She had already ended up at the police station once this week. She didn't need to be there again. She might not escape with her wiles again. One wasn't always lucky, but Al was lucky pretty damn often. Man, why couldn't Benny send someone else? Oh yeah- Al was the only slut in the house that had a brain. Now, don't get her wrong- the other girls were sweet and great, but they weren't the smartest bulbs in the box. Some were forced into this occupation, but strangely--- Al had come of her own free will.

She chose this life, so she should probablly stop bitching and get the job done.
Her heels barely clicked on the gravel as she made her way towards the warehouse. Her tight jeans caught dust from the dirty ground and she shivered as the wind bit through her black long sleeved shirt that hugged her breasts.

A white box was tucked under her arm. It was light and Aldonza didn't know what kinds of drugs Benny had loaded inside. She just knew they had to get to Juan. She was a freakin' delivery slut.

She climbed over a pile of broken wood to get into the large warehouse, grateful for the walls that blocked the wind. She didn't smile as she recognized the pinstripe suit in the corner, a few rag tag teens huddled around him, eyes wide and hungry for something only he could give them. Stupid kids. Aldonza knew the drugs would never make them happy- only addict them more and more with every smoke, snort, or whiff they took. Drugs were nasty stuff. Now alcohol- that was more her addiction. She sighed- letting Juan know she was tired and pissed as she approached him.

"Hey Juan. I got somethin' from Benny for ya."
"Good, good," he murmured. "Bring it over here chica."
Al took the white box over to him and handed itover. He opened it, examined the contents, and nodded to her. She smirked at him.
"Good. If that's all you need- I'm off."

"Now wait just a second," Juan protested as Al began to walk away. "I can't have goods walking off when I'm sellin'."

"I'm off tonight Juan. Ask Benny, he'll tell you."

Juan frowned and Al turned to see the teens goggling at her like she was a big juicy steak with boobs and they were a pack of hungry dogs.
"They're just kids Juan- I'm off...."

Aldonza began walking away again, pissed at Benny for sending her out here. Had Benny known that Juan was gonna ask for her? Damn- she was going to let Benny hear it when she got back.

Click.

Al froze as she heard the gun.
"Juan?" she asked, not turning around.

"Yeah?" he asked her. "You're staying here- got it you worthless piece of property."
Aldonza itched to spit back If I'm so worthless why are you holding me at gun point to sell my tail. I'm a pretty good piece of ass then you bastard. But she didn't. She just stayed there, frozen-- trying to think of a plan. Damn- where was help or the cops when you needed them?

He had seen her go in. Truth be told, he had seen her do a great many things. Michael wasn't one to linger over a woman, and her unusually strong grip on him irritated him. It was just a petty hunger, of course. He had seen her, tasted her sickly-sweet scent on the air like one might relish a fine wine. And he wanted her for his own purposes and profits. She would make a fine addition to the collection once he got some meat on her scrawny ass.

In any case, he had followed her here, lingering always just a step behind like a shadow. He had stopped outside the building and stood in silence, intent on the conversation inside. She was used, that much was obvious--a fucking veteran of a slut. Still, experience wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"You're staying here- got it you worthless piece of property."

He couldn't have asked for a more perfect cue. With a grin that spoke a great deal of anticipation, he slipped through single garage door open and pulled it shut. It thudded heavily, groaning as he threw the bolt into place. If trouble came and they fled in fear for their lives, they could probably open it again. Of course Michael wasn't about to lend them that kind of time. They'd be dead before they could touch the bolt.

A couple of the kids had heard his entrance and were peering at him from around an aisle of dusty crates, their drug-riddled eyes wide and red.

"What the fuck, man? Who the fuck are you? Juan, who the fuck is this? You never told us about nobody else, man."

He walked past them, glancing at them as one might regard a pile of trash. They weren't worth killing. It'd cause too much of an unnecessary stir, one he would rather avoid. Not that he'd hesitate to their scrawny necks out if there was even a hint of trouble...

"How much for her?"

"Who the fuck is this?"

The gun turned on him, as did several pairs of dim and vacant eyes. Michael looked only at the dealer, interested in the whore and only the whore and only too willing to leave this dump as soon as he got what he wanted. For a moment he glanced at the woman, from her warm, long legs to her breasts, to her round face. Her scent, again, unjustly alluring.

"How much?" He asked again, a slight edge to his otherwise smooth voice.

Juan lowered his gun as the stranger walked in.
"So much for a private auction," he murmured. Juan didn't flee. He had a fucking gun! Why would he run, but there was something about this man- something he didn't like. He was too cool, too collected- and seemed somewhat dangerous- possibly more than somewhat. Juan frowned.
"Hello-"
He ignored the snivelling punks that hid, frightened by the loud bolt and the wrath of the law that might have entered. Well, this man wasn't a law-man. He was offering to buy Al. Interesting. It was her night off- how'd he find her here?
"How much you willing to pay sir?" he inquired.

Well... he made an entrance. Aldonza eyed him skeptically, a little wary. His skin was astonishingly pale- almost like the ivory of a piano.
She turned, grateful that Juan put his gun away- stupid idiot. God, why were all men so dumb?
And then... he bid on her! Was asking for her? She'd never seen him before? Maybe he heard about her? But if he heard about her... he'd know she always had Wednesdays off. Perhaps he followed her? And maybe- it was all a coincidence?
Maybe....

His eyes traveled from her feet, to her breasts, and finally- to her face. Aldonza felt her heart speed as she met his eyes. They were so blue- astoundingly so- She wanted horribly to look away, but she dared not. He wanted her for her- so he should know she wasn't sweet or innocent. She could meet his eyes- it was easy. It was too easy now- as if something pulled her to him. She frowned slightly, considering this. She shook her head and broke free as his smooth voice asked again "How much?"

She stepped towards him, giving him alook- head to toe. His clothes were nice. He had cash, but it was her night off- so anything she made would be bonus for the week.
"Seven hundred," she said, her voice smooth, but not like his. His voice was controlled and constricted, wheres her smooth voice flowed over the air like a fragrance.

"Eight hundred and no less." Juan cut in.
Al gave the strange man trying to buy her a curious look. She had a feeling he'd pay it. Women's intuition she supposed- or maybe it was the way he looked at her, the way a young boy looks at a collector baseball card.

Well, that was nothing new.

Eight hundred dollars for her, a used old thing by no means young enough to be worth more than maybe half what the dealer was asking? But then, money wasn't a problem. And if it meant taking her without causing a problem and getting out of this shit heap as soon as possible, then it was probably well worth it. He calculated it, shifting his gaze again to look her in the face. At least she looked in reasonable condition. Not beat up and the like. Business was thriving, he imagined, for one such as her. And she had a bit of bite to her, too. That was admirable, in a harlot.

He looked to the man again and nodded once, concisely, all business. The kids looked up at him from where they slouched on the cement floor. Disgusting, all of them. This whole ordeal. But another quick whiff of her scent was enough reassurance.

"I'll have your money in maybe ten minutes upon leaving. Where do you want me to leave it?"

He turned and started at an easy stroll for the door, waiting only for him to name his location before he left for the cash. Too much talking. Too inefficient. Waiting and patience were not his strong points.

"Leave it in the tractor's engine outside," Juan said quickly, a little shocked that the man paid it. Al was older than the other girls, but he didn't think of her as "old." Why did he take her?
Juan shrugged it off, glad to be rid of the strange man- with his eerie presence and pale face.

Aldonza smiled gratefully. Damn. The smile painted on her face however, was anything but happy. His eyes were controlled. She knew he didn't like her price tag, but something told her he'd pay it. Why did he pay it? He could go out and get someone else, someone younger, someone cheaper... Why did he have to have her?

Her questions stayed inside of her and she didn't let them show as she moved towards the door. A small twitch of his hand and Al decided Juan's idea of payment was stupid.
"Forget it. You can pay me- I'll leave with you right now. Toodle Juan," she said, eager to get out of the dingy warehouse and unwilling to share any of her bonus money with Juan. She turned and blew a kiss the Juan, a wicked smile on her lips. She'd get back at him eventually. Maybe set him up with a girl with crabs. Heh. That'd be funny.

Juan opened his mouth to say something but Al ignored him, walking right up to her investor before flashing him a sexy smile.
"You can pay me personally- so I don't have to share with that oaf," she suggested, noticing that his face was much more capturing from close up. It had a boyish look to it- but something in his eyes assured her that he was a man. "Is that alright with you?"

Al fell into stride with him as he moved, still wondering- deep in the depths of her mind... why he was taking her? She wouldn't have paid all the cash he was paying for her....

He threw a harsh glance at her as she hurried up beside him, then looked once over his shoulder at the open-mouthed Juan and his poor choice of companions. Michael had been following her around a bit, true enough, but he hadn't been aware that this man wasn't her normal pimp. Interesting. He supposed it didn't really matter. Either way, she'd be his.

He caught glimpse of the smile--and of the infernal aura of hers that had involved him in this messy affair in the first place--and his cold eyes turned slightly colder. Damn her. He caught hold of the bolt and wrenched it back, his expression impassive as he shoved open the weighty garage door and gave a quick toss of his head indicating she had best get her maddeningly alluring self outside. How funny. He, Michael, holding the door for a common whore. It brought to his lips a crisp and mirthless smile.

"Then he's not your real pimp." It wasn't really a question. But he was moderately curious. And better her talk than her ask a thousand questions he'd have to answer. "What am I to call you by?"

He led her around to the far side of the warehouse and to a sleek, black car parked snugly behind a heap of apparently trashed machinery. The lights flicked on, and he ducked into the driver's side and started the engine, his lack of animation perhaps indicating more patience than he actually possessed. God, simply being this close to her was enough to make him want to tear her pretty neck out. Amongst other things.

His eyes turned harsh as she walked with him. Al simply ignored the glares, but found herself wondering why the hell his eyes were so pissed off at her. He bought her! So- usually those who bought her... Well, they liked her. And something told her that he was annoyed with her.

He swung the bolt back and opened the door for her. Aldonza's eyebrows raised at the gesture and she covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing. A crisp smile met his lips as well. At least he had a sense of humor. Anyone holding a door for Aldonza was funny- histerical actually.

She pulled her hand away and gave him a smirk. "No. He's not mine. I was dropping off something.... You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Aldonza." Her voice automatically purred when she spoke, her words rolling over her tongue like a gentle stream over rocky terrain.

His voice was still controlled, still so cold. It was- as if he lacked something- something...
Al followed diligently, walking just a step behind him- her hips moving to an internal beat that made Aldonza into the graceful cat that she was today. A cat. That was a perfect description of her: finicky, curious, agile, slender, sexy, free, and loose. Well, she wasn't loose for nothing. Unlike the stupid women who slept with tons of men and got nothing.... she slept with tons of men and got- tons of money. If you forgot the risks and setbacks- it was a perfect job.

But it was rough- and she knew it, but she discarded her complaints and misery with jokes- always trying to be positive about where she was in life- after all, she had chosen this. She had chosen this.

"Damn...." Her reverie was punctured as soon as she saw the car. She smiled and placed one hand on her curved hip, looking over the car before she watched the man get in and start the engine. She followed suit, slipping into the car garcefully before speaking momentarily.
"And do you have a name?" she asked, crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat, turning to look into his intense blue eyes.

"Aldonza," he repeated her name, but not with the typical trace of sentimentality. It was more like someone might try out a name for a curious stray they intended to keep as a pet.

He looked to her as she asked for his name, automatically throwing the car into gear--it purred around them, itching to be out in the savage night rather than cooped up behind an abandoned warehouse. Their eyes met in sudden contrast--her dark, warm gaze compared to his frigid one. For a moment he could see into her thoughts, her memories, into what she was, essentially, and into everything she was made from. Another controlled smile, and while this one was sincere, it was anything but warm and pleasant. More like the fierce and triumphant grin of a predator at last cornering its docile prey. He looked her over again a little more carefully, his gaze catching on the curve of her legs and the swell of her bosom. The things he would like to do to this woman...

"I think you should work for me," he side-stepped the question and turned his eyes on the road, pulling out the empty drive and onto the main street. "Money would never be a problem. You would work only when I say you work or when you want to work. And you'd be safe, Aldonza. No more being cheated. No more running."

He dimmed the lights and cut down a backroad, heading deeper into the city without ever having to cross straight through it and its inevitable traffic.

He tried her name, but gave not his. She frowned slightly.
"Don't like it?"
He pushed the car into gear and it roared to life, leaving the warehouse far behind in their wake. His eyes met hers and their icy stare made something inside of her tremble, but she fought that urge to shiver and tilted her chin up slightly. Aldonza wasn't one to be intimidated. The smile that graced his features was genuinely- wolflike. It was the same smile that Benny had given her many times, but something about this man- made her sure that his wolf like grin was much more concerning than Benny's. Benny paled so much in comparison with this man. Hell, Benny was a like pussy cat compared with this tiger.

Aldonza watched his eyes as they traveled over her legs and up to her breasts. She arched an eyebrow and paled her hands on her knees as she turned her face towards the window for a moment and then back to face him, a strand of dark hair falling over her left eye.

Al laughed at his proposition, her voice musicaqlly falling- a sarcastic smile in her eyes.
"There is no safe." she said cheerily. "There is no faithfulness. I'm always- cheated. It happens when you play the game- someone always cheats."
She paused. "So... You picked me up so I could work for you? I doubt that." She gave him a soft smile, her eyes curiously lighted.
"So.... Mystery-man, despite your generous offer- I can't take it because-- I don't believe you." Aldonza's smile faded slightly and finally washed away as she turned to look out the windows.

They turned down a few backroads that Al had seen before and then- drove onto a street she was unfamiliar with.
"Where are we?" She did hope her refusal to work for him wouldn't cause him to throw her out for the night. Now that she was getting paid- nothing else really seemed to matter. Her night off didn't matter. Her sleep didn't matter. All that mattered was that eight hundered smackers. Wow... That was a shitload of money- and so she came back to the question:
Why her?

And something told her- he'd never answer.

Michael cast a quick and what might be interpreted as a mildly irritated glance in her direction at her refusal. She had said no. That didn't bode particularly well for Aldonza. But no, patience was key. No need for rash decisions. He could be reasonable.

"Don't believe me?" He repeated again, this time more softly than he had spoken before and with a faint and ironic note of offense. He turned his head towards her window. The buildings flashed by in dark blurs, made dim by the tinted glass; they moved by faster still. "We're just outside the suburbs, now, skirting the backroads. I thought, perhaps, you might like to see where you would be staying if you decided to take me up on my offer."

He slowed the car and turned up a long, bare street and past the front gate, taking the driveway back to the side of the house. The lights were still on in several of the rooms. He had not expected to be gone long, and he hadn't been. He killed the engine but did not move from the car. Instead, he watched her. Watched her watch him. Watched her stare from the window, her delicate profile alight from the illumination cast out from the many windows of the place he sometimes lived in.

"Perhaps you'd still like to see it," he shrugged, his expression unreadable and impassive once again. He turned and stepped out into the night, crossing to her side of the car to open her door, more as a means of urging her out than out of politeness. "Come inside, Aldonza."

Without waiting, he crossed around to the door half-hidden on the side of the house and unlocked it. The house was silent. He moved just inside the doorway, watching her again, intently, hungrily.

"It seems to me there's been a mistake. You don't speak or act like others of your profession. Why?" He watched her closely for a long moment, wondering how best to win her over to his cause. Money? Maybe, but something else was required. And he was tired of waiting. "Come upstairs."

Aldonza noted the irritance in his eyes, and something told her it wasn't wise to refuse this man- but she wasn't necessarily the docile type. She wasn't a weak little whiny girl who'd go with just anybody. She didn't know this man- how could she be so sure he could provide for her?
"Why should I believe you? We've just met-- you've given me no reason to- save the lovely car." she noted, running her fingers over the edge of the inner car door. "It is nice..."

"I would-- like to see it," Aldonza said, keeping her tone professional- her curved mouth turning upwards just slightly as she turned off the car and moved to watch her. She tried to see the house, but it was far to dark now to see. Sunset had come and gone- leaving Aldonza in the familiar embrace of the night. She flashed him a polite smile.
"I would liek to see it..." Al replied, but her answer didn't matter. He was already outside her door, opening it for her- out of rush rather than out of politeness... she was sure. He seemed- impatient.. and yet- he was patient with her at the same time.
She arched an eyebrow at him as she stepped out of the car, her long legs causing her heels to click softly as they hit the drive.

They moved inside of the house and she was a little unnerved by the fact that- when they had seen the house before- lights were on... and now- the house was silent as the grave. Thank God- no kids. She hated kids.
Too loud. Al liked the silence. She was aware of his eyes on her and turned to face him- something hungry reverberating from him. Al grinned, stepping towards him.

"A mistake?" she asked, her smile turning serious. "I don't act like the others? How so am I not like them? I sleep around, don't I? I get paid, don't I?"
Al put her left hand on her hip, sighing.
"You've obviously heard of me or you wouldn't have found me tonight." she proceeded, a little afraid she was treading dangerous waters. "You know I'm unique. So it's gotta be a good thing- right?" Her smile was slightly teasing as she asked, but her heart raced. Was she pushing too far?

She avoiding his question of why. She was who she was. Period. And how did he think her different. True- she was quite smart, had a knack for communication, and had a sarcastic streak-- and that made her different? She supposed so- but being who she was and acting as she did, was the only way she could survive the business.

He then commaneded her, never asked- to come upstairs with him. And who was she to argue? He had money. He was handsome. What could she possibly lose?

“Unique?”

Michael smiled; it was a look that turned his expression from impassive to something unpleasant and, in some respects, almost threatening. To him it seemed quite ironic that one who sold herself out to any willing bidder might consider herself to be unique in any way. She was a curious thing, this one that had piqued his sudden, superficial interest.

He led her to the bedroom straight away. Politeness was pointless, and he, as was apparent, he was not renowned for his patience when there was something he wanted. And it was true. For whatever reason, he wanted her. He closed the door—an unnecessary thing, really, but more of a personal preference. Perhaps it made it seem like the confinements were real, that she was indeed trapped. That this maddening sylph was now his. He advanced on her, clutching her rather narrow hips and walking her backwards into the room. Even through her clothes, the contact was an instant catalyst to his blind fever. Her pulse, slightly quickened by some internal worry, thundered beneath his fingertips. And it was all he could do to keep from bleeding her dry right then and there.

“Then prove to me that you’re not just any girl on the street, and I’ll make you believe me when I tell you that I’m not just any pander, Aldonza."

His voice was a growl close at her ear. He backed her against the wall, drinking in the gleam of her amber eyes and the softness of her honeyed skin as he slipped his hands up beneath her shirt and ran his fingertips across her taut belly. He kissed the tender skin of her neck, taking care to keep in check the forceful desire to take her life. What good was a dead whore, after all? He needed her alive, he knew. And that would be the true challenge, not changing her mind.

Aldonza wrapped her arms around her body as he gave her an abrasive smile that made her feel as if something rough had rubbed along her skin. His smiles were wicked and in some ways- they hurt- made her uncomfortable in her skin.
"You said I didn't act like any other- isn't that unique?" she questioned, quite aware now that she wasn't liked by him at all- and she didn't understand why. What had she done to deserve his dislike- hatred and annoyance, possibly? And what had she done.... to tempt his lust?

He closed the door- rather pointlessly and Aldonza was relieved when his hands touched her hips, clutching them tightly. No more talking. Thank God. She felt some sort of restraint in his hands- as if he could crush her ilium with one squeeze. But he couldn't- no one was that strong, but the resistance in his muscles made her wonder as he backed her into the dark room.
As he commanded her to prove herself she thought inwardly. How can I prove I'm different by sleeping with you? He was quite confused wasn't he? What did he mean by different then, obviously he didn't mean her personality, looks, or mind, perhaps it was whether she was a better shag than everyone else? Well, she could try for that.

Aldonza felt her body tighten as his voice growled in her ear. It looked like this was going to be a rough one. Obviously his rough gaze and shredding smile couldn't belong to a man who was gentle and patient. Oh no- he was impatient and sharp as a lover. She could tell.
He pressed her against the wall and she once again felt that strange restraint. His hands wandered up her shirt hungrily, making her bite her lip to stifle a gasp as they touched her. His skin was like ice! Aldonza ignored the cold man and turned her thoughts to other things as his lips touched her neck. Aldonza leaned her head back, her long dark hair falling down her back as she exposed her neck to him.

She had no idea what he really was thinking. She had no idea she was offering him her life. She just thought he was a neck kisser.
Her suspicion was skin deep, maybe a bite would make her realize...

Aldonza placed her hands on his chest as he kissed her neck, letting him take his time with her. He could make the next move, because she was merely following his movements. And, in her current situation, she couldn't do anything for him- he was- it seemed- immersed in her skin....

Now this was truly maddening, this dilemma of his. He didn't want her dead, but how tempting it was to give in and rip in that pretty little neck of hers. Then again, there were other pleasures to be had with her first. Whatever his decision, she still had, say, fifteen minutes to live. At the very least, he hoped she had a little fight left in her. He had seen hints of it--but how best to provoke it?

Taking hold of her narrow hips, he led her to the bed and pushed her down onto it--not hard enough to make her lose her balance, but certainly hard enough. He lay between her legs, nudging them apart while impatiently tugging her tight black shirt from over her head, casting it aside once he had it freed from her thin body. He undid the top couple buttons of his own shirt--black and buttoning up the front--before returning his heated attention to her. With her so vulnerable beneath him, half her body bared to his starved touch, it was considerably more difficult to keep himself in check.

His fingertips traced the elegant curve of her neck as he revealed her warm breasts. His wandering touch halted quite suddenly as he caught his breath, pausing to simply look at her, to take her in. He returned to her bosom quickly with a greedy, mindless intensity. His hands ran across her taut stomach, grabbed hold of her waist and held her in place while he buried himself in her bosom, leaving a trail of rough, reddening kisses as he moved from one breast to the other.

As he pushed her down she grabbed his arms to steady herself, her fingers astounded by how solid his arms were. Her eyebrows raised, but only for a moment as he nudged her legs apart. She resisted only slightly- because she was quite sure this whole thing wasn't supposed to be ewasy. It was supposed to be- she assumed- hard- difficult and rough. His hands tore her shirt off her torso and he unbuttoned a few holes down his shirt.

Her hands went towards him, a little hesitant at first. Al touched his chest, running her fingers down skin sensually before she found the unbuttoned buttons and finished undoing them. She'd love to rip the damn shirt off him- that'd be hot, but she was quite sure his clothes were worth more than her.

She finished getting the shirt open and ran her hands over his chest, giving him a sexy teasing smile- almost challenging him in a way- the glint in her eyes whispering something dangerous. That was just.... who she was. She was always looking for an adventure, for a fight, for a challenge... and here was one.

His hand went to her neck, rubbing along her skin. She arched her back and pulled her hair to one side, offing her chest as his fingers studied her curves. He paused for a moment and stared before something took hold of him and he grabbed her waist roughly.
Al grimaced slightly at the pain and bit her lower lip as he roughly kissed her breasts. She was sure he was leaving marks. She wrapped her arms around his back as he kissed her, his lips leaving wonderful hot painful spots on her skin.
She fought a sigh and tried to remember it was just a job- nothing fun about it...

Aldonza wasn't one to lie- she liked it rough, but she didn't know what he wanted from her- whether he wanted her to fight him or just lay there. She wished he'd tell her.

Al let her hands pull off his shirt completely and moved her hands to cover his own that rested on her hips- grabbing her so tightly she could barely breathe....
The man didn't seem to need to breathe, he took no breaths or paused in his ravaging of her chest, his red kisses making her body ache. She arched her hips to press her body against him tightly, her hands placing themselves on his, her grip sure and confident.

She was a little curious however, why didn't he kiss her lips? Maybe he just was just obsessed with breasts? Maybe he didn't like lips? Who knew? Well... not her. Aldonza smiled in the darkness as she waited for the next move that she should follow.

He growled hungrily as she touched her soft, warm skin to his opposing chest. The look on her face—if only she knew how she toyed with danger, provoked the fearsome blood-letter. Yet she was a succubus herself, a sensuous temptress, and she knew it. Years of such work had undoubtedly proved to her that she was man’s weakness, and her flashing smile brimmed with confidence in that knowledge.

She pressed her body up against his and his vision flashed a deep and dangerous red. His fingers tangled in her perfumed hair and, with surprising gentleness, he angled her head back so that her neck was totally exposed. A tremor ran through him, a deadly fever, and he kissed her throat with such intensity that he only just managed to regain control before he seriously harmed her. His lethal fangs, bared and sore for want of bloodshed, hovered perhaps millimeters from her delicate skin, and he continued at her throat—with less force now—while he worked to unbutton her jeans.

“Come now, Aldonza, make me believe you want it even if it’s just work for you. Don’t play dead. Show me you’re still in there,” he growled, roughly and carelessly tugging her jeans from her narrow hips. He ran his fingers across the inside of her bared thighs, exhaling a quiet, shuddering sigh of unadulterated want for what was nearly his.

She was no tame thing, he knew. He wanted to see what she could do, what she wanted to do. He wanted to watch her move, completely free of hesitation or restraint. For all her hinting that she was a lively, ferocious little kitten, he wanted to feel her claws. He twisted his grip free from hers and held both her wrists in one hand above her head. With his other hand he touched and massaged between her legs, the only obstruction between them a thin, lacy piece of cloth. With her closely pinned beneath him, he returned half his attention to her bosom.

Aldonza laughed darkly as his hands tangled themselves in her wavy hair. She let him tilt her head back as he kissed down her throat, vibrating with the same dark laughter that only grew when he spoke.

"Act like I enjoy it?" she questioned as his hands worked at her pants. Her fingers slowly slinked into his hair and she tugged it hard enough to get his cold icy eyees to meet her dark ones , but it wasn't hard enough to hurt. She didn't think he'd like it, but she had something to say.

"C'mon mystery man. We both know you don't want my moans... I'd much rather scream. Isn't that whant you want?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, her hands leaving his hair as they traveled down her body to find the stranger's hands. Her fingers found his as her jeans were roughly tugged off and away- lost to the darkness. As his fingers moved along her thighs, she smiled with a slight surprise as he pinned her hands above her head with one hand. She tried to pull her hands down and away, her strength unusual but nothing compared to his. She didn't like being bound at all. She kicked slightly and bucked her body, trying to get free.
He didn't want her to sit back and enjoy- despite what he said. He wanted her to fight. And Al had always enjoyed fighting, playing violent games in the dark.

His fingers found her sweet spot and began to massage her in a strange way. It wasn't gentle, yet it wasn't rough- it made her tremble slightly, but she fought the tightening urge of her body and arched her back as the strange man's eyes fell upon her breasts.
"So are your pants coming off or is all this pleasure just for lil' ol' me?" she asked, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as his fingers' steady motions made her body tighten.

His fingers closed lightly around her throat as if pressed with the desire to clutch that fluid, lyrical laughter or catch the very air she breathed. He hardly heard the question, so absorbed was he in tearing away her clothing, that when she forced him to look at her his entire body momentarily froze, stiffening with the sudden violent anger of his being forced to do anything by anyone. He stared into her opposing, dark-lacquered eyes, and in the glint of mischief and rebellion he found there, the violence was absolved.

So she was perceptive. Not that it took a psychologist to figure Michael out. In fact, he was a simple creature. Violent. Susceptible to primitive hungers. The only thing that made him any different from any other man was the intensity with which he expressed these particular desires. And the way she twisted and kicked beneath him...

She squirmed, and he crushed her down harder into the bed, automatically careful with his weight and how he applied it--she was fragile, after all, and wouldn't be much fun once broken. His grip on her wrists tightened, forcing her bound arms out farther as she arched her back. His attention between her thighs ended as she spoke again, and he drew himself away from her, his flashing eyes locked onto hers and tensing with each word. His expression smoothed into an irrepressibly malicious grin, and he roughly cast her back, releasing his grip on her.

"Suit yourself, love," he murmured, his voice sporting a rough and metallic edge.

Michael finished undressing with measured patience, all the while his darker intentions urging him on, coaxing him towards more gruesome deeds than this. He returned to the bed and pressed a hand to her flat stomach, tearing away the last of her clothing with a triumphant growl. Lifting her slight weight by her waist, he shoved her back against the wall and adjusted her legs about him. Again he commandeered her pretty wrists and held them hostage, pinned tight against the wall above her head. He bit down hard at the hollow of her throat between her neck and shoulder, careful not to break the skin, and forced himself between her legs. Groaning against her warm skin, he thrust hard into her, crushing her soft, delicate sylph's body against the wall.

He cast her away as a horribly wicked grin lit his features. It would have been frightening to any other woman but Al. She didn't scare at simple smiles. She rubbed her wrists tenderly, staring down at the red marks that bruised her arms. She smiled when she looked up at him and kissed one of her bruises. Benny wouldn't be happy with her bruises. She'd get a couple nights off so she could heal, her skin returning to it's flawless state.

She watched him take off his clothing, his motions intense and rushed in aura but not in sight- as if he couldn't control himself. Well, he couldn't. His body moved as if it burned with violent desire. She thought for a moment on the smile in his eyes. She half believed that he was happy she understood, happy she knew he wanted it rough and no other way. He wanted a struggle and for all the money he was paying, he'd get a struggle.

His eyes flashed at her, electricity sparking from them almost painfully, his voice sharp enough to cut through the darkness. She could almost feel the blade running across her belly.
He was patient undressing, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was rushing, that he was not truly in control, that he was succumbing to desires but.... there was something else.

However, her thoughts fell away as he grabbed her again, roughly removing all clothing from her and growling with a demonic triumph. Aldonza gave a yelp as he pressed her against the wall, rather hard as his hands grasped hers and pulled them above her head. She leaned forward and glared at him, yet her eyes weren't necessarily angry with her position. Sure, she didn't like being bound, but she liked it rough. Al struggled, pulling her arms as hard as she could, playing the part for him.

He bit her and she let out another yelp, a little louder than the first.
"Damn...." she murmured, pulling her arms down again as she leaned forward to touch her lips to his neck.
He groaned as his body thrust into hers and she couldn't help but echo. Although, her groan was not one of pleasure, but one of pain. And, Aldonza was just fine with that. She felt her body tighten as he moved through her, crushing her against the wall. She was slightly afraid that her pelvis would break but that'd only mean more time off so she was okay with that.

Aldonza clenched her fists above her head and tried to arch her back, but couldn't. He was pressing her against the wall too hard for her to move.
"C'mon mystery man...." she teased breathlessly. "Let's hear that scream." She had always been a wildcat. And someday her nine lives might just run out, but she had a lucky feeling that it wasn't going to be tonight.

Her quick cries of pain were immensely satisfying. Feeling that tiny jolt her body gave when he hit upon a sensitive nerve beneath her even skin—it mimed the movement she might struggle through should he slip and truly hurt her, and the closeness was intoxicating. He could feel the soreness of the skin beneath his fingers, and for a moment Michael was truly jealous. Nothing could crush him as he crushed her and leave bruises that would not be obliterated within a few seconds. Nothing could threaten him so that his languid heart might race as hers did now, pulsing beneath her bosom, defiantly alive. Her dare rang in his ears and was amplified by the identical goad that saturated his rapidly heightening senses.

Make her scream, yes. Make her twist and writhe and cry out until he crushed the last, precious breath from her lungs.

But she was an accomplished actress, wasn’t she? He returned her glare with the cold and knowing smile he had shown her moments before on the bed and could only crush her harder against the wall again and again, listening to the sound of her body at its breaking point but not daring to push any farther. His breathing was terse and animalistic. He released her slender arms and drew one of her hands to his lips, roughly kissing the palm and marveling at the heat of it. He pressed her hand to his chest with the fervor of an addict and entwined his fingers again into her gorgeous, perfumed hair. Her throat. Her smooth, graceful neck, its muscles taut beneath the skin. He knew his limits. He turned his attention instead to the even swell of her bosom, suckling and biting hard at the soft, vulnerable skin of her breasts as he continued to force himself into her.

His cold cruel smile slipped under her skin, making her glare turn into a wicked but pained grin. His eyes seemed to see right through her. She had a funny feeling they could.
His breathing was hard and labored. She tried not to breathe too much. It hurt to breathe, but when she did take a breath it was sharp and strained. Aldonza tried to focus on his eyes as he pressed against her harder. She could almost feel the wall giving way behnd her. He was strong, ridiculously strong. So why the hell was he paying? Why didn't he just rape her if he was so...

Her thoughts cut off as he kissed her palm as her arms were freed from his grasp. Red marks made bracelets on her smooth wrists as she stared at him, kissing her hand feverishly. She leaned forward, wrapping her free arm around his neck, just enough to touch her lips to his and bite his lower lip lightly. Did that damn movie Pretty Woman make everyone think that prostitutes didn't kiss on the lips, because Al sure as hell did. It wasn't truly a good lay if there was absolutely no mouth to mouth. It just made no sense....

"Ahh!" she cried out as he pressed harder into her, making her body contract and her spine bow slightly with the pain.
Her hand was on his cool chest now and she couldn't help but wish she could press herself against that chest... so cool... so cold to the touch. It was so hot, so hot in this room, in this darkness.

Her own body was so heated, her pulse racing at the speed of light. His kisses on her neck trailed to her breasts, biting so hard.
Eventually the pain began to fade but then he thrust again, so hard that she cried out and almost screamed but she was about to. Al had a funny feeling it'd be soon. Damn she was gonna feel like shit in the morning.

In truth, Michael wasn't typically one for kissing. Too often kissing implied intimacy, and intimacy was something he never bothered with. But there was an exception to every rule, and Aldonza was proving herself to be the exception to several. He didn't know whether to damn her for it or to be all the more fascinated--either way it didn't much matter. She was his now.

And her cries of pain...he could wallow in them, revel in this sadistic pleasure forever. It didn't take much to make a mortal scream, but the difference was that it was her. And perhaps it was that very same fact that made him so angry. How dare she be so damned tempting? Staring at him even now as he fought and refought the urge to crumple her completely? He grabbed her delicate jaw and pulled her to him again, kissing her hard now that his unusual taboo was as good as broken.

He continued to have his way with her, obsessed with the heat of her all over him, until at last he finished with a triumphant growl, thrusting into her one more time and balancing both their weight by pressing one hand against the wall behind her. Several moments passed until his vision cleared, and once it did he pulled himself from her without lowering her to the ground. Instead, he lifted her slight weight into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down roughly on her back and falling down beside her.

He caught his breath in silence, his vacant gaze gradually slipping back into focus. He turned his head to study her, this woman, tracing each curve of her body, lingering on the bruises he himself had painfully inflicted, and the wicked look returned, combined with an air of cruel smugness that accompanied a single thought:

The night was still young.

He grabbed her jaw roughly and pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily. Even his kisses were painful in essence. Aldonza kissed him back.... hard. She had always hed a hard kiss, possesive and furious in a way. She just wanted to stop being so hot and kissing him so furiously seemed to release some sort of steam from her body. Could he feel how she burned under his skin?

He finished, making something inside her scream and that scream rose through her body and fled from hger mouth as she pulled away from his kiss and threw her head back, her nails digging into his back, leaving half moon pools of blood where she set in her claws. The familiar goody goody feeling of sex washed over her as he finished with her and she found herself panting, trying to catch her breath. He paused and stared at her, as if trying to regain something. Was it composure? She didn't say anything when he pulled out of her. She just pulled her hands away from him and let him drop her onto the bed with a rough dump.

Immeadiately she curled into a ball, deeply regretting the fact that all good feelings left when the sex was done with and then the pain just is a nagging bitch. She bit her lower lips to keep a pained groan from escaping her lips, but all in all was satisfied with the way her body ached. Pain was only the reminder of a good time. Her pelvis felt the worst, as if it had been steamrollered.

Al turned to look at her mystery man and arched an eyebrow at him as he turned to study her, his wicked grin returning.
"What?" she asked, propping her head up on her elbow as she met his icy gaze.

The single word she spoke hung in the heated air of the close room, mingling with the lingering echo of the glorious scream he'd exacted from her and the faint scent of blood--his blood--and lustful sweat. Details she could not sense, but he could. Oh, God, he could. Already the very sight of her damp, naked body was goading him from his temporary passivity.

"Come here," he growled, though the sound was considerably softer and he still smiled. He lifted her easily but with a new mindfulness of her general soreness--his grip was not intended to crush or bruise, only to move--and drew her over him so that she lay on top of him, her entire body seeming to tingle with collective pain.

He ran his fingers down her arms and over her waist, pausing every now and again as though assessing the damage. She felt hot against his hands as though sick with a potent fever. Jealousy, again, an old and amusing envy. The only soreness he'd obtained were the shallow, red crescents her nails had created along his back, and they were gone. He stared up at her, his expression losing any mirth it might have held while his touch continued to skim over her greedily as though he might somehow be able to steal back some of that warmth if he kept her continually close.

"Work for me, Aldonza," he growled in her ear, his low, rough voice almost coaxing. "Why go back to a drug peddler in a warehouse? Work for me."

His growl beconed her and she came, but it was his strange carefulness now that made her flash him a smile. His hands seemed to avoid her bruises and aches. He seemed to know just where to touch, but those touches made her tremor as her body resisted. Her entire physical form felt weak and sore. She winced as he pulled her on top of him but was grateful for the cool touch of his skin. She pressed her hands to his waist and rested her head on his icy chest, feeling her body cool against him.

"I'm so hot.... how can you be so?" she asked before she realized that she didn't care. "Nevermind...." she said, fatigue racking her mind and body. His hands ran over her comfortably and she relaxed in his arms. His cool fingers seemed to touch everything they could, greedily stealing the oppresive heat from her body. Al closed her eyes as she laid on top of him, frankly quite a believer int he fact that she couldn't move very much right now....

She propped herself up with an effort, so she could see his face and was surprised when his eyes held none of the wickedness of before. It was like looking at a totally different man. Of course, they were still icy and frigid to the sight, but his eyes held none of the pointed blade that had resided in them before. His voice was rough but not abrasive. It was moving, but not in a bad way. Was she just seeing him differently? Or did he do something?

Her thoughts were plain in her eyes as she stared at him with a puzzled look. His next comment, however, didn't really shock her.

"Work for you Mystery man?" she asked. "I don't even know your name." She sighed and placed her head on his chest again, breathing heavily against his skin, strill trying to catch her breath. "Can I ask you some questions?" Her eyes closed as she spoke and she wondered whether her want for answers would make him mad.

She could work for him.... if he answered her questions. And she'd only work for him if she was the favorite. Al was a vain girl. She liked being the favorite. She had never been the favorite before Benny, before this life. No one had ever liked her the best..... until this occupation.

How long did it take for a mortal to heal, he wondered? She seemed healthy enough. But she seemed sorer than he had anticipated, and he had no idea how much time she would require to get well. He watched her watch him, studying her baffled expression with equal curiosity. She had reason to be surprised. And it was that very same shock she beheld him with now that might very well win her over for him.

Questions. He didn't like it, but it would have bothered him more if she had chosen to come quietly. And Michael was always up for a little game of cat and mouse. Let her ask her questions. It might be entertaining.

"Michael," he corrected, by means of belated introduction. "What do you want to know?"

Now he was genuinely curious. What might she ask him? And how best to answer? How much truth could he possibly give her, and did he trust her with it? He watched her close her eyes, breaking their mutual stare so that she might rest against him. Her soft hair spilled across his bare chest, and even that unconscious action felt warm and sensuous. He could feel her heartbeat trembling against his skin, so close. Her breath, ragged and abused, was like a silky balm over his frigid, knotted muscles. Perhaps he could have her again, tonight. If he spared her the abuse, obviously. And if not tonight, then soon. It had to be soon.

To Michael, she was already as good as his.

"Micheal...." she repeated, smiling slightly as her voice became a little less breathless. "Nice to finally put a name to the face," she reflected before arching an eyebrow in the dark.
"Well, I want to know how you knew where I was tonight when it was my night off. And how does your whole operation work? What do I do if I work for you? How many other girls do you have?"

She paused and propped herself up to watch him, trying to detect signs of annoyance, but she couldn't help herself. She had to ask. She had to know. She wasn't stupid enough to give herself professionally to someone unless she knew how the operation worked.
"Why will working for you be any different than working for Benny?"

Aldonza studied his blue eyes for a moment, her breathing slowing as his icy eyes blinked at her. Something about his eyes just seemed to run right through her. Her thoughts meandered about as she contemplated him. She could leave Benny. But that'd cause problems. benny would surely send a couple guys to come get her, but Al was confident that Micheal wouldn't let Benny have her back. He'd kill him. She could feel it so surely in her bones. He would kill him.

Her thoughts fell back over what he had said to her before they had gotton all hot and bothered in the dark. He had told her to prove she was different. And now, she wondered if she was.
"Am I different than the other girls? You asked me to prove it," her expression hardened as her pained body trembled slightly but she voluntarily stopped the tremors and bucked up. He had her for the whole night and she'd be damned if he left her early.

She could almost read his mind, or his body. Or perhaps she was reading her own body. She wasn't going to lie, she definitely liked what they did before, but the only thing she wasn't sure about was more being crushed into the wall. That might be a little too much, but she wouldn't know until she felt a little less sore. Bottom line was: she wanted to go again. She was made of metal.

"I have some ib profin in my pants pocket. If I could just get to that.... the aches and stuff would stop." Aldonza suggested with a small smile that had a small flare to it. She ran her fingers down his chest gently, studying his cool skin with detailed attention, as she waited for his answers.

"Not many other girls. Never more than four, maybe five. There are two others that have chosen to stay for some time. The others come and go. It's difficult to find those interesting enough to be worth keeping around."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. Michael was not a patient man. He tired quickly of the type who needed little acting to play the part of mindless, big-breasted ditz willing to spread her legs even when it wasn't required. Never a real thought in them. No personality. Nothing, worthless. They never lasted long and tended to either find themselves suddenly jobless and homeless or, in many instances, dead. They were weak. It wasn't his fault they broke so easily. Had Michael--or any interested customer--done to them what he had done to Aldonza, they likely wouldn't have survived. He had known she'd be just his type the moment he'd caught her flitting into his senses, luring him from his purpose and to the warehouse.

"I think you'll find me a bit more selective than your previous employers," he continued, his eyes darkening just slightly as if with some unpleasant thought. "But when you work and for how long is flexible. And you will always be working here, never off somewhere where I can't make sure you're safe from any foul play. You won't have to work for anyone you don't want to. And if they give you trouble--"

She was a smart thing. He was certain by now she could guess the rest for herself. Running his hands down her strong, smooth legs, he studied her shadowed, pretty face with obvious curiosity.

"I have a question for you, now. Why do you do what you do, Aldonza? You already know you're different. You're intelligent. You could do a lot more than sell yourself."

He released her, nodding into the darkened room so that she might alleviate some of the pain she was in. A sick smugness cast a cold smile in his eye. He'd done that. He'd made her hurt so badly. But it didn't take a vampire to sense the gradually renewing edge of heat in the room. And there was no doubt he wanted her again.

Aldonza listened, watching his winter eyes as he spoke- the icy frost of his irises unable to touch her heated body.
"I'm flattered you think I'm interesting enough..." She didn't even feel his chilled fingers as he ran his fingers down her legs. It seemed as if she was getting used to his touch, his temperature. She arched an eyebrow at him as he asked her why she did what she did. Her body didn't stiffen and her eyes only laughed as she sat up, straddling him, guiding his hands to her ass.

The hispanic lady of the night flashed him a smile in the dark.
"Why does anyone do what they do?" she asked him, pausing for a moment, letting her fingers run over his as she held his hands on her.

"This was my escape. I escaped from poverty by fleeing to slavery," Al laughed softly, before he let go. She rolled off the bed and groaned slightly as she stood on her feet. She searched the floor for her jeans vigorously and found them in the far corner. Micheal had quite an arm.

It was astounding how unashamed Al was of her body. That was something "being pimped out" definitely taught you.... how to be confident. But Al had always been comfortable in her own skin. Other women would have blushed or cast their eyes down, walking around stark naked in front of a strange man. Al wasn't other women. Al was Al and she always had her head lifted ever so slightly, her eyes level, and her walk confident, no blush marring her skin. If there was any heat in her body it was only from the strange sensation that he was watching her.

Aldonza looked back at Micheal and noticed a satisfied, almost proud look in his cold smile. She smiled back, but her smile wasn't cold or icy. It was hot. Al turned away from him and bent down to pick up her jeans. He'd already seen everything so what was the point? She had to get to her jeans- so of course she had to bend over. Although, she faintly hoped he liked the veiw, even in the darkness. As stated before, Al was a very vain woman who enjoyed being admired and wanted. Maybe that was why she was a prostitute? She liked feeling wanted. She rummaged through her right pocket and found two little orange pills. God, she loved Motrin!

"Intelligent...." she mused. "Yeah, I am, but once you get into this business younever get out. I've really taken to the paychecks and well.... this is my life." She frowned. Aldonda had been wondering lately.... what it would be like- to be a respectable woman. True, she was content with her lifestyle. It had it's ups and downs but everything in life has its pros and cons. And she... Prostitution... It was just what she did. Plus- Aldonza was a little addicted to luxury and the comfort of having money in her pockets all the time.

Al popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them. She sighed and leaned against the far off wall, waiting for the ib profin to kick in. She reconsidered her choice and decided to wait by Micheal for the drugs to erase her pain. Al walked back over to the bed and rolled back in to lay beside him. She propped her head up on one elbow and looked at him, her eyes studying his expression as she asked,
"How much does it pay?"

He watched her vanish back into the shadows, drifting across the room as though she had been here a thousand times before. The sensuous curve of her tapering waist to her hips. The small shadows caught in the muscles of her shapely legs. The fine trace of her spine trailing down her smooth back from between her softly sloping shoulders to the smooth, seductive swell of her bottom. He watched her bow to the floor, baring herself shamelessly to him, and it was all he could do to keep from quitting the bed in favor of taking her with him to the floor. Of course, she wouldn’t appreciate that much in current condition, and what fun would she be if she was too bruised and battered to play along?

By the time she departed from the far wall and returned to her place in the bed next to him, the precious little control that had returned over the past few minutes had vanished.

“For you? Name your price,” he dared, his voice low and, as always, at least slightly threatening.

Hell, he could be a reasonable, sensible man the majority of the time. He could negotiate. With those worth negotiating with, anyway. Not that money much mattered anyway. He had her. For reasons still quite unknown to him, he had needed to track her down, take her for his own, and he had. And he would have her again.

He turned towards her, staring hard into her eyes as he ran his fingertips across the taut skin of her stomach and down along the outside of her thigh. Already he ached to have her again from deep in his stomach. A passionate, terrible urge. Primitive. Like bloodlust, but deeper still. Thudding heavy through his veins like the impulse of an animal. His touch turned to a gentle, but firm, push, coaxing her down onto the bed with care for her numerous pains and bruises.

OOC: just an fyi here, she's gonna freak out about rubber on the next post

"Name my price?" Al repeated, her voice a low whisper as his threat ran along her skin pleasently. The hardness in her eyes made her body tense with anticipation. His hands ran along her body and she couldn't help the way her body trembled with pleasure under his touch. She leaned towards him and touched her hand to his cheek.

"I want not just to be financially stable, but I want to also have enough money to indulge myself every once in awhile," she whispered, leaning closer so that her whispers danced over his lips. She paused, meeting his hardened eyes. Aldonza could almost feel the hunger eminating from them. She laughed softly and flashed him a sexy smile. However much money she wanted from him in the future didn't matter as she pressed her lips to his hungrily, her kisses always somewhat forced and harsh. She had never learned how to kiss soft. She supposed only those people who had fallen in love could kiss soft. She didn't know what love was.
As far as she was concerned. She wasn't missing anything.

As he coaxed her onto the bed she pulled away from the kiss, rolling onto her back, grateful that his touches were gentler than before. She was feeling better than before, true--- but she certainly wasn't one hundered percent. he had really dealt some serious blows. Her hands found his and ran themselves up his arms and over his chest.

At this point, Michael would give her whatever the fuck she asked for if she wanted it. But there’d be time to talk business when business was important—and perhaps when he was in a more sensible state of mind. He kissed her back, aroused by the stoniness behind her forced affection. But was it forced? It seemed to him that there was a rather new edge behind how she touched him, warming his frigid body with her temptingly warm fingertips. Or was that his own intense desire speaking for itself?

He caged her against the bed with his arms and moved over her, taking care as to where he allotted his weight. Painkillers were well and good, but they weren’t miracle-workers. He could feel every soreness in her body, minute pins of tightness just beneath her skin, and touched them gently and only when necessary. His hands trailed down to her thighs, and he parted them, content for the moment with just laying between them. He lifted her just a few inches from the bed by the small of her back, drawing her close. Her soft breasts and beating heart pressed against his chest, and the sensation of her fragile body’s living heat spreading all across him, the scent of her so close beneath him, was just the match to tempt the spark.

His pale eyes were already rapidly draining of any real consciousness. In a moment more, all formalities would be irrelevant. He was a vampire. She was a woman. Cradling her jaw, he kissed her again, tugging gently at her lower lip caught in a gentle, measured bite.

He moved over her gracefully, with an amazing poise she had never seen before in any man. His limbs imprisoned her beneath him, forming human bars that she wasn't so sure she wanted to break. He touched her with a care that startled her. Not many "customers" cared whether she was bruised or not. They'd take her again, again, and again- despite her protests. By now- she had learned to carry a pistol when she went to serve those regulars. She'd shoot them fifty times before she let them rape her. And he- he didn't treat her like they did. Why? Working for him would be good for her... She'd be in a safer place- with an employer who would never force her, would never do....

Her thoughts disappeared as his fingers trailed down her inner thighs, spreading them slightly so that he could lay against her. She couldn't help but convulse slightly as his length touched her. She laughed softly as he lifted her, wrapping her arms around his neck, her pulse quickening just a bit with apprehension. He touched her jaw and drew her into a kiss that turned into a bite. She ran her fingers through his hair as he bit her lip. She smiled under his lips and pulled away slightly before kissing him again, pressing her body against his.

Rubber. The thought hit her like a dagger. Too late now. Too late. Damn it. Damn. Her heart rate quickened as she started to freak. She was a safety girl. She had a condom in her jeans. Why the fuck hadn't she pulled it out before? Would he have even let her out of his arms to get the plastic wrap? Damn it.
"Shit..." she breathed against his lips, pulling away from him and pushing at his chest, trying to get away from his mouth, his hands, everything.
"No rubber...." She tried to atay calm, but she wasn't some dumb slut who thought getting pregnant couldn't happen. It could happen to anyone! Fuck! She ran her hands through her hair and groaned with frustration.

"We didn't use.... Dammit- and the chances of you being- God... I'm so stupid... How could you let me--" she couldn't even control what she said. She didn't mean to accuse him like that, but- he hadn't reminded her. They had gotten caught up- and .... stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

And the chances of him being infertile were so low. And a hysterectomy was an even lower odd for Al to encounter. Dammit. She couldn't believe this....

He felt her shudder and drank it in, striving to be closer to her, closer…close enough to have all her perfumed heat, to take her soft, vulnerable limbs and close them around him. And he still wouldn't be close enough. Not close enough.

Her hand on him again, but this time pushing him away. His vision cleared quickly, rushing back into focus as she began to babble and twist, suddenly repulsed by him being near her. The reaction sparked a sudden, impulsive anger in him that fed from his infinite pride, and he grabbed her wrists, forcing her to stay put while he tried to decipher what the hell she was talking about. And all the while her voice was growing more and more frantic, the accusatory tone in her rambling rising as she forced herself away from him.

”How could you let me…”

His eyes flashed. Michael released her suddenly, letting her finally push him off, and rolled off from on top of her, falling onto his back in the bed. Impertinent slut—what did she have to accuse him for? Of course it made sense that she should be worried. This was her job, after all—her body was all she had. He hadn't even thought of the possibility of getting her pregnant, with good reason. But she didn't know that. How could she? He turned his head slightly and watched her scramble in her worry, then smiled up at the ceiling with cold amusement.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I could fuck you a thousand times and I still wouldn’t be able to knock you up.”

He let her push him away as his eyes flashed. It stung but she understood he'd be angry. She was pushign him away, denying him what he wanted. She'd be pissed too. But the look still cut through her skin with a sharp twinge of pain.

He rolled over and lay on his back, suddenly smiling as he looked up at the cieling. His eyes bled amusement. How the hell could he be amused by this? Her anger rose as quickly as his. They were- strangely alike in-- too many way that Al didn't want to consider. Her eyes didn't flash, but her heart raced with anguish as she watched him smile. She had a sudden urge to hit him before he spoke.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Are you infertile or something?" Her anger left her body as she turned to watch him closer, propping herself up on her hip. "I'm sorry.. I just- need to know. Micheal, I believe you, I do." Her voice was low and even as she spoke in the darkness, empty of any anger or panic she had before. Really she did believe him. She didn't know what it was that made her believe him. Women's intuition. And now, if he admitted to being infertile or having some other condition.... Well, she'd just look like a fool.

He had to understand though. She wasn't stupid and she would never want to put herself in that situation. She was a safety girl and-- well, not really the motherly type. He had to understand that. He just had to. But her justifications couldn't stop the small feeling of embarassment at her outburst. However, Aldonza hid her tiny shame by keeping her head up and making sure she watched him, never letting her eyes lower. She wasn't one to show embarassment and she wasn't one to have outbursts. That was a once in a lifetime deal, but she had been scared- and well, what was to be expected? A calm "hey.... you just possibly impregnated me?" before moving on and doing him again?

Al waited for his answer and lightly wondered whether she was done for the night. Would he send her away? Even back to Benny? Would he even still want her? His amused smile didn't really suggest that he was going to kick her out, but Micheal could do anything. How did she know? She didn't know. But somehow she thought that.... he could do anything.

Michael glanced at her and caught the glimpse of anger in her face, her muscles tensed up like she might strike him. He half hoped she would. Then he'd have an excuse to pin her down and dismiss her bruises and her anger. Raising himself slightly, he tilted his head to look at her as she voiced her harsh question, quickly followed by a more apologetic approach. How was it possible that she was even more desirable when she was angry? And then perhaps even more so when sorry?

"Infertile," he affirmed. It was as close to the truth as she'd ever need to know.

So now what? It seemed unreasonable to kick her out. She was only doing what was in her best interest, and really, wasn't that the smartest thing to do for a woman in her position? But he needed her trust. Well, didn't he have it now? She'd said it herself. She believed him. And no intelligent woman would trust a stranger, especially a proclaimed pander, right off. He watched her closely, staring into her dark eyes, her proud, raised face. And he knew if he sent her away now he'd only spend the next night looking for her again, desperate to bring her back to this very same room, damn her. Damn her, damn her.

He laid back flat against the bed again with the slightest sigh and closed his eyes. Damn her. What was he doing? She was just a woman, just a whore. His eyes opened again. His whore. Now she was his. And he wanted her no less now than he had before. Quite the contrary. He reached out to touch her hip and traced a soft line down between her legs. He moved closer, the sheets rustling beneath him, and looked into those brilliant eyes he loved and hated while he touched her.

"Infertile...." she breathed out a relieved sigh. He echoed her sigh and laid back, closing his wintry eyes. Those frosted blue eyes reopened and collided with her warm looking brown eyes. She arched an dyebrow as he touched her. All's forgotton, she thought momentarily before he moved closer to her.

She moved towards him, no longer that unsure of his desires. She was sure she knew what he wanted. She was sure he hated that she knew. Men never liked women to know just what they thought. Of course, she was no mind reader- but Al had gotten pretty good at reading men. Well, Michael's forward advances weren't necessarily subtle. She couldn't help but be interested in him. The mysterious way he had found her, taken her home, knew just who she was. It was as if he already knew her, knew her nature, knew her tendencies, knew the firey element that fueled her soul.

And so they began to get back to where they left off. Aldonza leaned forward, eyes open, to run her fingers down his chest. She looked down at his body as she touched it before looking back up at him, her eyes darkened by a fresh shadow of the night.

Her hand left his body and slid down her hip as his hands touched her, his eyes still locked on hers as she smiled, her pearly white teeth almost a becon in the night.

It was true. Michael didn't like her knowing so well how he wanted her at all. In fact, he had a problem with this whole damn scenario, but he was already here and what else was he to do? If he was going to figure out why the hell it was her he wanted and why this wasn't like it always was and how she was ridiculously attractive to him, then what purpose would it serve to leave? And, of course, if those excuses weren't enough, he did want to fuck her.

Her touch on him was like a fever, leaving a streak of stolen heat across his lifelessly cool skin. As she returned her hand to her own body, he covered it with his, holding it in place while he continued to touch her. He slipped a finger into her, leaning over her and moving the hand that touched hers to slip around her back. As he pressed deeper into her, he lifted her body closer and kissed her bared throat, mocked by the vigorous pulse beating strong beneath his lips. He added another finger to the first and pressed farther still, his kiss migrating down to her warm breasts.

Everything he did was far gentler this time around. His kisses were not tame, not gentle, but they were much softer than the angry bites they had been before. His lips moved back up, finding hers.

"You still hurt?" He managed, his voice low and rough and just barely contained. While he waited for his answer, he sufficed to suck gently at her ear and to continue touching her, feeling her from the inside.

His hand covered hers as he slipped a finger into her. She gasped at the cold touch and felt her body contract with sensation. His other hand slipped around her back as he continued to rub along her inside, his finger so cold inside her heated body. He pressed another finger into her as he kissed his way from her neck down to her breasts. Aldonza noticed the change in his kisses as he let his lips collide with her skin.

It made her wonder, just how he felt about her. Was she just a shag to him? Because if she was, why was he being so careful with her? He didn't have to respect her. He didn't have to consider her bruises and bites. He didn't have to consider her feelings at all. She was sure he was still selfishly obsessed with the sex, but the fact that wasn't jamming into a wall again definitely sparked Aldonza's curiosity. Was he as confused about his feelings as she was?

And her feelings?

His lips found hers and she closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning into him as they kissed. He pulled away to ask her if she still hurt. Aldonza only smiled as he nibbled on her ear and continued to touch her. She tensed as his fingers moved sensually.
His voice was coarse on her skin and she could tell he was trying to restrain himself. She turned her head to kiss his neck before meeting his lips, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm fine. Really Michael.... don't worry about my condition." Don't worry about me. The mere fact that he wanted to make sure she was okay... it was baffling. She would have never expected that from him when she first met him. Aldonza arched her back slightly to press her lips against him, tangling her fingers in his hair, falling into a hard kiss.

He could sense her baffled puzzlement in her voice at his sudden change of heart. He could relate: it puzzled him, too. Maybe she knew it. He returned her fierce kiss as he drew out of her and clutched her thigh, his fingertips making small, shadowed impressions in her skin. He took her by the waist and eased her back into the bed, moving over her until he lay between her legs as he had before.

She felt better. Good. It was permission to do whatever he wanted to her again. But he knew that somehow he'd lost the heart to take her with quite the vehemence he'd taken her before. A perplexing mystery, indeed. He pulled her legs around him and lay against that warm, sweet skin stretched taut and beautiful across her collarbone. Intoxicating. Addicting. And this was sex...he couldn't imagine what it'd be like to feed from her--

Pain, a splitting headache. His entire body tensed, his muscles tightened. He'd almost done it. He'd almost let it take him. His hands tightened on her waist and his breathing was terse. Christ. He'd regained control of it, but the thought wouldn't leave. Her blood. Her deep, red, sweet, lovely blood. Her life coming away in his lips, beneath his kiss. Then she'd really scream. She'd writhe and twist and strike him hard. Then she'd gasp and fall still, her pretty face perfect and unmoving and never to change again.

He clutched her hips and thrust into her, hard. But his lips were still far too close to her neck. Her body, not her blood. Sex, not her life. He thrust into her again with a low, starving growl.