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“Shoot, if you already had the whole thing planned out then why didn’t you tell me so?” Sam teased. He wrapped both arms around Sally to give her a firm hug and pulling her chest close to his face to he would place as many kisses across her collar bone as he wanted. Whatever mood he had been in could take a hike. With Sally he knew it didn’t stand an icicle’s chance in hell of lasting very long at all. No, just looking at her made his heart feel lighter, like there really was no one else in the world but them. “The way you talk about it I’d think you’d already bought the bathing suit. If y’did then I think as your husband I should at least get, y’know…a little sneak peak.” He laughed and placed another set of kisses along her jaw, his hands easing down to rest at her hips.

The way Sally had described it, Sam could just about hear the waves crashing already, feel the warm sun…he sighed, resting his cheek on her shoulder as he continued to daydream about the quaint, little, beach she had been describing. Quiet and private and exactly what he needed. What they needed. “Where d’ya think we should go?” he mused. Sam closed his eyes, conjuring up at least a hundred different places they could go. “I hear Aruba is nice…or maybe one of those Caribbean islands…what do you think?”

_{husband. the audacity of his claim made the woman laugh, her sounds of happiness low and muffled as she pressed her lips against the side of his head. she adored to feel wanted by him, knowing that after everything they had done together, all the times he had seen her wearing little or nothing at all, his eyes still longed for the sight of her in a small bikini. ❝ then, husband, let go of your wife and you might. ❞ voice a joyful whisper, red wine lipstick smearing across the smooth skin of his ear and jaw. when she opened her eyes, gaze no longer concerned but instead glowing under the pale light of their room, sally captured his chin between jeweled fingers and tipped his head back, letting her nose bump against his.} 

_{❝ i think — that i don’t know shit about the nice places of the world. ❞ and it was true. the city of angels had always been her playground, her only home. there used to be a time, many years ago when sally would have feared admitting that much to him. after all, she had always wanted sam to see her as nothing less than an interesting woman; experienced, perfect in every single way. but he knew her, and she knew him —- there was no more need to pretend to be something she was not. ❝ you do the choosing, i’ll do the shopping. and the spending, let me get you something nice and hot to wear when we go. make the ladies want you. ❞}

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He opened his eyes once more, though only slightly. Just enough for him to watch her movements as she came even closer to him. “You’re too good to me,” Sam said softly, the circular motion and pressure of her fingers relieving built up tension in his shoulders. He’d started to get used to it, but now it all seemed to melt away all at once. How it must have been weighing him down became that much more apparent, and he felt quite guilty. He was barely handling himself. Sam could hardly imagine what it must have been like for his men. How it was for Sally to have him like this every day when he got home.

“I think we need a VACATION,” Sam said, his voice stronger and steadier than it had been before as he pulled back. One arm wrapped around Sally’s waist as he pulled her in close to him, a none too subtle invitation for her to sit on his lap. “I want to get away from it all with you right there with me. What d’ya think? Find ourselves a quiet beach and just…let the world turn without us fer a while.”

_{even if she had wanted to fight him, the strong hold of his arm around her waist would have made it almost impossible for sally to walk away from him. and when she fell on his lap, one of her shoes dropping to the carpeted floor with a muffled thud, the woman made sure her mouth would meet his for a kiss. sweetly, tongue coming out to trace along his bottom lip while she smiled at him. ❝ well, mister. you just read my mind. ❞ the thought of running away with him, if only to find themselves back in town after a few weeks of being just the two of them and an empty beach, was enough to make her imagination run wild - her heart to almost leap out of her chest and into his hand.}

_{❝ can you see it, baby? ❞ long fingers shuffled to undo the tie around his neck, shove it mercilessly to the floor ( where it joined her shoe ) and continue with the top button of his dressing shirt. ❝ me in a bathing suit — a sensual bathing suit. and you … a piña colada in one hand, the other grabbing my ass. ❞ when she laughed, a joyful sound that even shook her chest, sally’s eyes rose to meet his gaze. ❝ we may never want to come back. ❞}

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He’d been distracted to say the least. Stress flowed through his system just as much as blood did at this point, though he hadn’t really noticed for much it effected him until he felt Sally’s hands lightly tough his face, her words cutting through the fog that the day had left him in. Sam looked up at her, his expression tired but curious. Here with him…the sentiment was so simple, but it pulled him up from under his thoughts, and for a moment he caught his breath. “Thank you…” he replied softly, reaching one hand up to place it on hers. His gaze remained on her face as he leaned his cheek into her hand, the warmth he found there perking him up some more. “I’m sorry…I guess this boss stuff is taking more out of me than I thought.” He should have known better than to think she wouldn’t notice, and he was so glad she did. He sighed, finally closing his eyes and turning his face to place a gentle kiss on Sally’s palm.

_{her eyes closed at the warm feeling of skin on skin, a deep breath falling from the blonde’s lips as she moved closer to him - close enough for her chin to rest on top of his head and her arms to wind around his neck. a little kiss, deep red and so full of love, was then placed against her man’s forehead as she hugged him to her chest. the things he had seen … she wanted to protect him from them, soothe his fears and mend his soul, help in any way that she could for this was her life now too. for she loved him.}

_{❝ this job … no job ain’t too good for you, baby. ❞ fingers slipped beneath the white collar of his shirt, moving in slow circles against his neck and rubbing all the stress away. ❝ and i’m fucking proud of you, we all are. ‘cause you’ve got what it takes to make it your bitch. ❞ another kiss, deeper than the last, marked his bare skin with lipstick.}

_{❝ a penny for your thoughts, sweetheart. ❞ loving hands held him between their touch, her voice a concerned whisper she softened with the ghost of a smile that appeared across her lips. she knew that look ( sometimes better than he did himself ), had seen him appear small and frail when he carried the world’s weight on his shoulders. and tonight, so it seemed, wouldn’t go any different. not a single word had been spoken since the moment he walked in through the front door, hanged his coat next to hers and headed straight to their room. only silence, the absence of a kiss what troubled her the most. while she stroked his cheeks, sally bent at the waist to connect her red lips with his forehead, eyes falling shut at the same time that a sigh of her own fell from her mouth. ❝ i’m here with you. ❞ – @thesmileclown}

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“Shit…” he hissed under his breath as Sally’s lips found his neck, his skin flushing bright pink as he let her kiss and scratch and tease whatever she wanted. “Ca….hmm….can’t say I’ve ever done it before…” Sam replied, doing his best to hold himself together, which honestly wasn’t very well. He took as deep a breath he could, but everything was shaking as he felt precum roll down the head oh his cock and onto Sally’s warm, slender, fingers, which he was sure was exactly her intention. He almost felt a bit silly as he realized how easily he melted into her hands, how easily she made him want to follow every single one of her little whims…but as he glanced down to watch her work him like malleable clay in her hands he knew he didn’t care. He already knew this was going to be well worth it. Still, he knew if he made it this easy for her that he’d never hear the end of it from her, and he just couldn’t have that. It was time to show her that she wasn’t the only one that could call the shots.

She was so small, he had no trouble picking her up and pushing her roughly against the wall. “I won’t be selfish,” Sam teased, moving his hands to lift up Sally’s legs and spread her wider as he held her up against the wall, his stomach pressed hard against hers. “I’ll share some of the marks, maybe bruises, with ya, show just how much of a gentleman I can be. In fact…” He paused, lowering Sally back down onto the ground so he could pull up her skirt, to reveal her underwear. He slipped his hand down, brushing Sally’s hand away from her cock, if only for a moment, so he could more easily trace his fingers between her legs, teasing more wetness to soak the silky material that separated her from him. “What kinda guy would I be if I didn’t take you out to eat first?”

_{It didn’t last as much as she would have wanted it to, the pleasure of having her back scraped by cold bricks as their chests met into a tight squeeze. One against the other, Sally’s breath as heavy and uneven as it could get. But then she was dropped back down on her feet, given just enough time to find the warm flaps of his coat and grip them both with shaky hands —— shaky for it was the junkie’s turn at being teased out of her goddamn mind. Blonde head rolled on top of her shoulders, barely missing the wall against which she stood, supported by his hand that had ( somehow ) found its own way between her thighs. And she moaned, purred and sighed, eyes falling shut to let herself feel every wiggling inch of Sam’s fingers against her underwear. Shit.}

_{“Is that an invitation?” Pearled with little drops of sweat, Sally’s forehead fell against his chest and stayed there, hands darting out to reclaim their territory. Gentle strokes combined with quick pumps around his dick, just the thing to break him like he had done with her. For the first time in her life, it wouldn’t be Sally the one to drop down on both knees and get a mouth full of him. “But it ain’t ladies first, honey, that’s not how shit works.” Sweet words came out muffled by his clothes she ached to get rid of, the woman’s free hand snaking between their bodies to grab a tight hold of his wrist and force his hand to move at a steadier pace; faster and deeper inside her panties. “Don’t you make me wait.”}

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“You’re stuff and mine,” Sam replied with a small laugh as he rubbing himself a bit against her hands, his false show of reluctance giving way to his desire to truly enjoy this. Of course, it helped that Sally’s words were stroking his ego like there was no tomorrow, and her hands were stroking something else. And maybe there wasn’t since Sally seemed just as willing to slit his throat as she was to get handsy with him in other ways, but at this point, the danger was only making this more exciting. He had no reason to trust that she wasn’t just leading him on so he’d lower his defenses, but maybe it was just foolish optimism and base instincts that made him figure it was worth the risk. “But you don’t see like the sharing type…” he added, melting even more into the other’s hands as he felt her lips ghosting over his skin. He could have kissed her then, and he wasn’t sure exactly why he didn’t. Perhaps, there was still a bit of him that remained wary of this whole situation.

At the invitation, Sam cupped her breasts with both hands, large palms and  long fingers more than enough to give them a good squeeze, wrinkling the material of his dress. “That answer your question?” he asked, wishing more than anything that he didn’t have anything between her skin and his. His pants undone and hanging loosely around his hips, he eased them down a bit more, the head of his cock poking out above the waistline of his briefs as he pressed his hips against hers. She was warm and so obviously willing that he was surprised she wasn’t already on top of him, but he wasn’t about to complain, more than happy to take his time and savor it all. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me,” he replied, adjusting to kiss her, his tongue pushing past painted lips as he reached his hands around to her ass, pulling her up a bit so he didn’t have to lean down so much.

_{His hands squeezing the plump skin of Sally’s bottom through her dress felt just right — in more ways than one. Big and fitting her perfectly, eager to know what she felt like underneath all those layers of fabric that were still getting on their way. Thinking of all the dirty things they could have done ( and were about to do ) to her soon had the flustered woman attempting to climb him like a tree — slender hips wiggling against the purple head of Sam’s cock poking shyly against her belly. She wanted him to pick her up… manhandle her like a beast in heat and put his mouth right where he wanted to: up her skirt and between the silken skin of her inner thighs. Why holding back now that their little argument had them downright pissed at each other? Pissed enough to fuck like it was their last day on planet earth, Sally would make damn sure he didn’t feel like he had to be gentle with the lady.} 

_{She only broke their heated kiss to let her mouth wander someplace else — further down his reddened face until both lips latched onto the man’s pulse point they sucked on with relentless hunger. “You shouldn’t have said that… you really have no idea what your pretty ass is getting itself into. When was the last time you banged the shit out of a crazy ass junkie?” To mark her words, Sally’s hand slipped between their crushed chests and took a tight hold of his large dick — thumb circling around the small opening it found there just to see ( from her first row seat ) the effect it would have on him. “A crazy ass junkie who hates your goddamn guts, no less… you ain’t making it out of here unharmed, baby.” And then she gave him a good squeeze, the nails on her free hand gripping Sam by the neck and leaving little marks behind. Not unharmed for she had every intention to scratch him like a crazed cat —— bite his shoulders and make it plain clear he belonged to her. At least for tonight.}

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Sam bit his tongue and looked away from her, trying to take deep breaths and calm himself down. It did help him to think a little clearer, but unfortunately, now his thoughts were very clearly that he wanted to keep right on doing what she was doing. God, he wanted her to do so much more than that…wanted to do so much more to her. He dug his teeth even deeper into his tongue, but the thoughts only persisted, maybe even a little louder. He didn’t even so much as flinch when Sally pulled him closer to her. He practically came to her like an obedient pet…shit, maybe he was just a dog with a bone. A very different kind of bone. He looked over his shoulder and then back down at her, looking more than a little flustered. His face only got redder as Sally gave him a firm squeeze, a moan pushing through clenched teeth and making him forget any of his previous protests. He wasn’t gonna fight this. He didn’t want to.

“HMMmmm….someone might see us…” he replied, placing one hand against the cold brick of the wall to steady himself. He hadn’t seen a soul behind them, and it was eerily quiet out, and honestly, he couldn’t think of a good reason to care if someone saw. Still, even if he was more than happy to let Sally have her way he wasn’t about to make it too easy on her. A small smile crossed his face as he pushed himself more into her hands. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Don’t ya think…might scare off business if people think you’re screwing around with a member of the local mob?” he teased. “Ya think of that?”

_{There was no controlling herself now that she could feel what laid beneath the man’s trousers — hard and thick, ready to slip between Sally’s legs and have its way with her. It was time for his belt to go and the blonde dealer acted accordingly… hands shuffled and pulled at the blasted thing, unbuckling it with great skill acquired after what seemed like an eternity of having to fend for herself. The streets of Los Angeles were a dangerous place for a woman with no resources… luckily for them both, the junkie had one or two tricks hidden under her sleeve. “Druggies… they would push me out of the way and give you a fucking hand job themselves — if only to get their paws on my stuff.” Chuckling at her own joke, Sally arched her back and let her lips linger right above the tender skin of Sam’s jawline. “But we still can… go each other’s separate ways if you know what I mean. It’s not too late.”}

_{Or was it? Goodness knew his flustered state had triggered hers, hence the woman’s way of offering herself to him like there was no tomorrow. The dark alley where they stood was as good a place as any — deserted and with only one way out. Though done outdoors, their little indiscretion couldn’t be considered public exposure until some unfortunate soul decided to take the wrong turn and catch them in the act. Not that she’d mind and judging by the smirk plastered on Sam’s face, nor would he. “You wanna touch, don’t you?” Following her question ( and with a purr rolling out of her painted lips ) Sally’s fingers adorned with many rings closed around the man’s wrist, to guide his hand and leave it hovering barely two inches away from her small breast that ached to be groped. “Or is it a kiss you’re after? Don’t let the ciggies fool you, baby… I sure taste like heaven.”}

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Sam physically winced at her response, knowing full well it would have been impossible for her to miss. He’d done his best to develop a thick skin over the years, but after so long being considered the resident idiot remarks like that always found a way to find their way past his defenses. “It wasn’t meant to be a real one. I doubt you know how to tell the truth anymore. You’re so full o’ shit that there ain’t nothing else,” the man replied defensively. He wondered for a moment if that had been to forward; a bit too harsh, but as he replayed Sally’s words in his head, Sam couldn’t help but feel vindicated. She wanted to throw around insults? Fine, he could play that game. It wasn’t one he liked much, but in all things, especially games, he wanted to give it a solid try.

Or, at least, he would have had Sally not laid her hand on him. No, it was more than just that. She wasn’t just touching him she was…well, he couldn’t quite think of a word for it. Petting him? What’d she think he was? A dog? “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, realizing only after he said it that her sudden change in demeanor could only mean one thing. She’d noticed his…situation. Sam tightened his shoulders and looked down at her, enjoying her touch but also wanted to be as far away from it as possible. “Sally, get your hands off me…” he replied, though his heart was hardly in it. His dick agreed even less with his words, Sally’s light touch only adding fuel to an already raging fire.

_{Poor thing, so pissed off yet deeply aroused at the same time… his brain had to be a mess and like the horny piece of crap she was, Sally took great pride in knowing bits of her exposed skin could make him want to do dirty things to her. Almost as if they were performing a dance, the junkie’s fingers traveled further down his stomach until they reached Sam’s belt —— and then she pulled, hard to lure him closer to her side of the wall. “Don’t fool yourself, baby… I may be one filthy liar but I know truth when I see it and this hard on right here… you’re not faking it.” There was no more trace of her previous anger on Sally’s porcelain-like features as she stared up at him; on the contrary, had it not been captured between white teeth, the smirk twisting her lips would have grown as big as the moon shining bright above their heads.}

_{Was it a challenge? Sam couldn’t have possibly meant it, not when his body seemed to be aching and begging for attention. To think they started off going at each other’s throats, fighting over a piece of territory she would never give up on willingly… now this was what Sally called a nice turn of events, no more, no less. “Off you like this?” Instead of pawing at his belt, the blonde’s right hand launched itself downtown and grabbed a fistful of Sam’s impossibly hard crotch — squeezing like it was a prize she had worked tirelessly for. Eyebrows rose, a low chuckle parting from her inviting mouth as she fondled him through his clothes. “Let’s be grownups and work things out, hm? No need for violence, I know what you need and where you can find it.”}

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“For fuck’s sake, Sally…just remind me anytime y’see me never to try and be nice to ya,” Sam frowned, quickly pulling his lighter away once it had done it’s job and safely stowing it back in his pocket in one fluid motion. His heart had really started to pound now, a mix of frustration and nerves that wouldn’t allow him to move and which wasn’t at all helping him with his downstairs situation. God, he wanted to shake some sense into her…maybe fuck some sense into her. Because clearly talking sense wasn’t getting through to her, and maybe it never would, and this was all making him feel about a million different feelings all at once. “I’m not goin’ anywhere until you at least try to be fuckin’ reasonable. Give some sense that you’ll at least think about my offer. An’ I mean, really think. Not two seconds or even a minute. Sleep on it, give it a day…please…” Sam sighed, shaking his head, his heart still pounding, the throbbing becoming more pronounced. Fuck, this was not good, but he couldn’t convince himself to turn tail and give up just yet. He’d tried to be civil and keep his cool before, but he was angry now, flustered and frustrated and of course turned on on top of all of it. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus on literally anything else with no success. He glanced down an realized that what had only been mere curiosity was creating a most unfortunately obvious bulge in his pants. Looking back up at Sally, he shook his head before meeting her gaze steadily with his own despite how distracted he felt. “At least, lie to me, Sally. Don’t you know how to lie?”

Seeing him like this, angry and ready to punch a wall, was almost as entertaining as a day at the movies and Sally let herself rest against the wall to enjoy the little show. “Now that’s one fucktard question.” Her voice, raspy after downing an impressive ( and quite unhealthy ) amount of cigarettes, carried a hint of amusement with it. “Do you really think I’d be here, bugging the shit out of you if I didn’t know how to lie my way into people’s good graces? No sir, I’d be long dead —— that’s exactly where I’d be and the world wouldn’t even remember I used to exist.” But why were his cheeks so impossibly red? Sam’s flustered state was a mystery that wouldn’t remain unsolved, for as soon as her gaze teared away from his eyes and she focused enough to be able to notice, the man’s growing boner diverted Sally’s attention completely from their little quarrel. So this was all a game, huh? Pretending to hate her goddamn guts as a childish mean to walk away with his dignity unharmed… yet the joke was on him — like he didn’t know the blonde well enough to figure out there was no hiding anything from her prying eyes.

Sally’s pair of lips, red and dangerous, twisted into an understanding grin as she flicked her fingers to get rid of the long line of ashes hanging from the end of her cigarette. “If lies are what you’re looking for… lies are exactly what you’re gonna get.” Curious as to what his reaction would be, the junkie moved her hand to touch Sam’s dressed chest, where her fingertips lingered and stroked in a subtle way that was very unlike her.

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Hazel eyes travelled from the small TV in a corner of the living room to the mushy sofa, from there to a closed door behind which a dark bedroom surely awaited. Sally’s eyebrow rose in pure curiosity… how since the last time Sam’s place witnessed some good old action? “So this is it… your very own castle on a cloud.”

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He hadn’t actually expected her to get so close to him, and his heart fluttered a bit, both because of nerves and well…anytime he imagined getting this close to her it wasn’t exactly PG rated. Sam took a deep breath, trying to flush those thoughts in his head as they had become quite unfortunately vivid. God, this was NOT the time for this. Unfortunately, the conflict and the closeness was just too much for his mind to pass up, and despite his best efforts to keep his cool, not all of him agreed with his efforts. “Why’re you being so stubborn about this?” he asked, deliberately ignoring the dull throbbing between his legs. At least, the alley was dark, and right now his dick seemed more…vaguely curious than at full attention. Maybe if he just kept talking it would realize it’s mistake and go away. “It’s not that I don’t think you can take care of yourself, but…I just don’t want you walking head on into trouble. It’s a headache for everyone, and I don’t want to see ya run out of town or worse. Why’re you so…I don’t know. Why does me caring piss you off so much?” Without thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, offering it to her wordlessly. He sighed, wishing he had more to say and annoyed that he could still feel himself stubbornly at half mast because of course that would happen to him. “I got no reason to trick ya…” He knew the words weren’t much, but he meant them. He just wished he could convince her of that.

He got it wrong — all wrong. Knowing someone cared for you, specially after spending half your life begging and giving your dignity away in exchange for other people’s attention, wasn’t half bad. There was a reason why Sally wanted him gone, but she also didn’t feel ready to open herself up to Sam and let him see everything inside her ached to be wanted… Money made up for the perfect excuse; everyone who ever knew her would agree the junkie wasn’t exactly talented nor crafty — take away her little business and she’d end up on the streets, living off of other people’s charity. There were worse things than being shot to death by some nameless kingpin. “This is a free country, ain’t it? No means no —— and I said no.” Though she did notice the flickering flame of a lighter being offered to her, Sally took her time to carefully set the white cigarette in place, all while staring into his eyes she could barely see under the hat resting atop his head. If only nights weren’t so dark… under the proper light, the shadow of something growing inside the man’s trousers wouldn’t have gone unnoticed and then… well, she wasn’t exactly what people called a saint — Sally knew her way around men, better than most whores out there. “Do like a fucking tree and leave… you said it yourself, I’m nothing but the thorn in everyone’s side. Always have, always will be.” Her eyes never leaving his, the junkie took one final step forward and let the tip of her cigarette be engulfed by the same fire making her own gaze shine like diamonds — sad, cloudy diamonds. Once a generous puff of smoke was deeply inhaled and filled up her lungs, Sally leaned her head back and offered him a smirk, bottom lip caught between white teeth. “Or stay and keep me company —— if you know what ‘in fucking silence’ means.”

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This kind of thing was so much easier when you could just kill the person. When you wanted to kill them. They didn’t talk back or anything like that, but Sam didn’t want to kill her…and for that he got nothing but spite and attitude from her. It would have been easier to put a gun to her head, but even if she was driving him up a wall he just couldn’t bring himself to seriously consider that as an option. His boss certainly could though, and that was concerning. He had to find a way to make this right by everybody. Or at least find a way for Sally to go unnoticed. His heart sunk as he watched her recoil from him, so he stuck his hands in his pockets and turned his gaze toward the ground. “You know I ain’t gonna hurt ya…you should know I don’t want that. If I didn’t I coulda killed you a long time ago,” he replied, his voice steady though he still couldn’t look up at her. He knew she would see right through him, and Sam was not up for that right now. He was still searching his brain desperately for a solution, but nothing good was coming to him. Finally, he managed to look at her again, his tone and expression completely serious. “If I do that then I’ll be killed, and you won’t be long after me. But I guess you wouldn’t mind knowin’ that since you don’t like me much. Can’t really blame ya for that.” He looked down at her for a few moments before looking over his shoulder toward his car. “I just wanna make things work. I’m in a bad line of work for it, but I’m tryin’ not to be such a bad guy.”

His words made her blink, madly… blink like there was no tomorrow for maybe all that dope had finally managed to screw up her brain beyond the point of no return. He was powerful, wasn’t he? Powerful enough to carry out his boss’ dirty work without as much as a hint of remorse in his eyes — men like him were ruthless, Sally learned that the hard way. Then why on earth was he throwing pity parties like they were fucking candy and trying to make her feel sorry for him? It had to be some kind of a cheap trick, but the junkie wasn’t about to get down on her knees and suck him dry, right then and there just to prove she didn’t exactly dislike him. A small step forward was all it took for them to be close again, so close Sally could almost feel his warm breath caressing the skin of her face. “I can look out for myself, big boy — a lady’s got to, if she doesn’t want to end up being hunted down and then eaten like a snack.” Now she was craving another cigarette… or maybe it was something else but Sally was quick to retrieve one from her pocket. God forbid she’d let him see his mere presence was making her want to do things… bad things. Gotta keep on a straight face, let him deliver his message and then go back to work like nothing ever happened; you really don’t want to go there. “The streets will do that to you, you know? I’m not some kind of damsel in distress —— I’ve smelled stinkier shit.” And with that, Sally busied herself with finding a lighter… damn thing always had this unbelievable talent to go missing.

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“Well, it’s either that or end up with a target on your back for a gun instead of me just pesterin’ ya all the time,” Sam replied flatly, feeling his heart in his stomach. The thought of someone hurting her made him feel…it was complicated, hard to explain. It just wasn’t good. “Besides, in most ways we do own these streets. That’s the reason you shouldn’t be selling here.” He was doing his best to be professional, but he could feel the sick feeling crawling up into his mouth and making him salivate like he was about to throw up. God, wouldn’t that just be perfect. Of course, maybe that would be what it took to get her to go away for good, even if that thought of Sally being gone entirely made the man feel a whole other kind of sick. He looked down at her, finally allowing his expression to soften. “Look, I know this isn’t…this isn’t…it sucks, I know, but there’s nothing I can do. I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want my boss mad…” His voice trailed off, and he realized that he had reached out his hand. He felt embarrassed and didn’t even know what he was expecting the gesture to get him, so he pulled his hand back. “This isn’t worth dying over. I swear it ain’t.”

But I like it when you pester me, Sally wanted to say. All day and night she was forced to deal with junkies that were even worse than her — wastes of human life who would never not try to fool her and get stuff for free; but he was different… kind even, a true gentleman. Though the thought of being shot by some macho man trying to prove he was boss didn’t seem appealing ( not at all ), the blonde wasn’t looking forward to being left without a job either —— what a big problem she had put herself into. The cigarette between her fingers had been smoked to nothing but a smelly stub, which she discarded with a quick flick of her hand before letting her glance meet Sam’s, head tilted back for he was much taller than her. “No, forget it… That boss of yours can go fuck himself for all I care — I ain’t going anywhere.” Sally wanted to say more, she wanted to make herself clear beyond doubt and then watch him as he walked away empty handed, back to wherever it was he belonged to. She would have, if the sudden movement of his hand hadn’t taken her by surprise… The junkie’s first instinct was to take a cautious step back ( what if he tried choking her to death? ), put herself at a safe distance though he didn’t seem like the kind of man who would attack a defenseless little thing. “Why don’t you tell him I said that? Do it — then take a picture of his fugly face and bring it to me… goodness knows I could use a good laugh.”