Devious Tendencies

The place was a riot of heavy music, flashing neon light, hoots, catcalls and yells.Walking through the brightly lit parking lot of the club, I strode past cars that probably cost more than my life. Graham had said not to bother with how I looked, but I did, taking a scissors to my old shorts and Tee; making them into something more sexy, daring.The bouncer before me perused me from head to toe thoroughly, irritation flared within me and I crossed my arms before my chest, shouting above the music, "I doubt my eyes are on my tits!"He tore his eyes away from them, not looking the least bit contrite. Why should he? I thought, smacking myself over the head. This was a strip club for godsakes."State your business." His voice was deep and monotonous."Graha--"At that moment Graham's thin form came striding out the doors. "Alta!" He called excitedly when he saw me. "You made it."I forced out a smile, my nerves starting to get the best

 Quiet filled my ears. Until It was replaced by a slow chuckle. "Come," he called to me. "Let's have a drink before we get into any...festivities."Climbing up to my feet, I smoothed my ensemble as best as I could, then walked over to the large sofa, my cheeks flaming.He poured a drink into two wine cups, handing one over to me. "Take this," he ordered, "It'll help you relax."As if I was strung up in the first place! I wanted to say, but instead took the glass from his large hands. Taking a sip out of it, I relished the sweet, salty flavours that ravaged my taste buds, watching him covertly. His inky black hair fell an each over intense grey eyes."What is your name?" he asked.Remembering he was Madame Pri-ck's son, I lied past a tight throat, "I... My name's Claudia."He looked at me over the rims of his glass, his eyes told me he didn't believe me one bit but decided not to push for the truth. "So, Claudia, where are you fr

I knew things were about to go downhill when his body tensed beside mine. Slowly he stood up and removed the rubber from his length, throwing it into a near waste bin.With uncertain eyes, I watched him as he opened a drawer and took out wads of cash from it. After a while he threw some money towards where I laid. "That's five grand," he said impersonally.My heart seized beating. Five grand! That could foot nearly half my mother's hospital bills.In a bored tone, he drawled, "You're not saying anything. What, it's not enough for you?" He looked at me with a disdainful smirk. "You'd want another round with me, won't you? Think it'll bring you more money."A stillness gradually overcame my body. I looked at his cold grey eyes, and felt like raking them out. "Why," my tone was brittle, "are you behaving this way?"A dark brow rose, "Behaving what way, Amore?" He stood and walked over to the windows, naked.I realised this was the first time I

Madame Priscilla.And some police officers.I wasn't given time to process their presence in my apartment when a large officer approached me, saying, "You're under arrest, Miss Alta Rodriguez, for stealing from Mrs Priscilla Vitale. Anything you say or do now could be used against you in court."I couldn't believe any of this was happening.The cold feel of cuffs chilled my wrists as my hands were being pulled behind my back, and the cuffs slapped around my wrists."Let's go." Out we went, through the doors and past the wide-eyed looks of my neighbours. My cheeks burned in hot shame. I couldn't believe this was happening.Ok, I could, because some part of me, a part I kept locked in the furthest recess of my mind, had told me that Madame Priscilla would leave no stone unturned in her aim to find me. And I'd also thought, if she happened to get hold of my personal Intel; I and my family would've already been on a first class flight to Florida...Dreams squashed. Nightmares coming to fr

He wanted me?Too bad I couldn't want him."You know what," I started. "Thank you and everything but that is out of the question. I'm afraid I'll have to refuse the honour of being your booty call."A look flashed in his gaze. Surprise. Surprise at my refusing his 'admission'. I near rolled my eyes; guess someone wasn't used to being told No."And you refusing is out of the question," the jerk announced firmly."You'd have to deal, then, or better yet, ask some other person," I said.Surprise still stark on his face, he asked, "But, why? It's not anything that you're not well practiced in."F*cking prick. "I see being a douche is something you're well practiced in."His brows rose. "Touché," he muttered. Then said, "Give me one reason why you don't want to be with me."Be with him? If ever there was an euphemism for selling your favours..."I'd tell you two. Number one," I listed. "You are the most inconsiderate a*shole I have ever had the misfortune of meetin--""Why would you say th