Pixie (pixie_dust_) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-10-16 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | lawu, niro, pixie, week three |
Week three- Monday night- Lawu
Who: Pixie, NPC client, Niro
When: January 4th, night
Where: Lawu territory, a warehouse used for the Red Light women and their clients
What: Pixie is working her 'other' job when she comes across a difficult client
Rating: PG-13 sexual situation, violence and cussing
Status: In-Progress
Pixie was in an outfit she didn't particularly like, but had been specifically requested by a new client she'd had the since the start of the new year, which was barely on it's fourth day. But he'd been a good trader and when he asked if she could put her hair in pigtails, and wear a baby-doll dress, she obliged, not wanting to cause trouble unnecessarily. It wasn't the first time this was asked of her and it wouldn't be the last either. But she had bundled up over the clothes and only removed her covers once the two were in the warehouse, in one of the rooms with a mattress on the floor and a trash fire burning, did she strip off her warm clothes to reveal the skimpy ones.
The John's eyes widened and he requested that Pixie keep everything on while they had sex. She giggled girlishly, playing her role up to keep the John happy. He tugged on her pigtails and she was grateful that her next appointment didn't want her in anything specific, so she could just take her hair down for that one. When he was through, Pixie moved to get off the mattress to prepare for her next John, but the current John wrapped a hulking arm around her, keeping Pixie next to him.
"Okay handsome, we've had our fun, but our time is up. If you want more of me, you have to be patient and wait til tomorrow night," she cooed sweetly in his ear to make him let her go.
"No! You're not leaving or going anywhere without me," he barked.
"That's so sweet, but babe, I really need to go. Tomorrow, I'll have all the time in the world for you, I promise. I'll even wear this again, if you'd like?" Pixie tried negotiating.
The John stood up quickly, pulling Pixie up with him, one big hand grabbing her bicep harshly. Pixie tried not to let out a wince, but she wasn't liking the sudden turn of emotion in the man. She remembered that she had a switch blade in her coat, but it was a matter of getting to it in time. The John shook her once, before speaking again, "I don't think you're getting this through your dumb fucking skull. You now belong to me now, you whore! And you're going to bring in plenty of trade with all your tricks. Especially that the things you can do with you tongue and all your flexibility. Oh yeah, you'll bring in a lot of trade."
Pixie broke all signs of her character. "Fuck off, bastard!" she shouted just before taking her free hand and punching him in the face while stomping her heel on his foot and pulling her arm out of his grip while he was momentarily thrown off. With the momentum of her pulling away from him, Pixie knew she was going to hit the cold floor, and she pushed her hands out to catch herself. She scraped her palms on the landing, but at least it wasn't her face. Reacting quickly, Pixie crawled quickly to her coat to retrieve the knife from its pocket.
"So kitty's got claws, hu? Good. We'll have a lot of fun breaking that out of you," the man stated, taking two steps towards her and grabbing Pixie's ankle. "Fuck off!" she yelled again, using her other foot to kick him square in the face. It took a second kick to his jaw to get him to let her foot go, and she grabbed the knife and her coat and ran out of the room. She was barefoot, with no underwear, but so long as she could get to the street and start running home, and kept the running up till she got home, she'd not have time to worry about the cold.
Pixie managed to get out of the warehouse and pull on the coat haphazardly, but just as she felt some light relief, the John rounded a corner and caught up with her. He took his meaty hands and shoved Pixie against the hard, cold wall, her head slamming against it from the force of the push. She felt a bit woozy but her hand came up, revealing the knife in it. "Look, just me the fuck alone and you don't have to get hurt. I have people who will do some serious damage to you if you don't just back off right the fuck now!" Pixie threatened.
The man just laughed at her and backhanded her across the face, but she reacted instantaneously with a slash at the man's arm. Pixie didn't exactly know how to fight, but she also wasn't going down with out struggle either. She had grown thick skin since her kids had been kidnapped and she had never taken shit from anyone in the first place. Playing a role for work was one thing, but dealing with outright bullshit, never.
Pixie was afraid now, mainly because the look on the man's face was just evil. He didn't seem to care about anything she was saying or doing, he just seemed hell-bent on taking her away from her home. Blood dripped down the man's arm onto the cold cement. He was tall, board and bared chested with only his jeans on. He must've managed to zip them back up while chasing after her.
Pixie looked disheveled, her hair lopsided, the baby-doll dress wrinkled and the black coat barely covering her shoulder, hanging off her arms. If she couldn't fight him off, Pixie wasn't sure what she'd do. Leaving with this psycho wasn't an option.
"Seriously, just let me the fuck go," she said, light pleading in her tone.