Grimm's City: The Sweet Spot- 3rd and Main
2:30 A.M. Saturday
An Asian beauty splays herself across the silk sheeted bed with a forced smile plastered on her porcelain profile through chestnut eyes. "What...what would you like, sir..." Her tone shaky and lacking confidence, the obvious signs of a first timer. It only aroused the six foot ten brick house as a disturbing smile cracked his tarry scarred face. "Get on your stomach"
The cat house vixen does as told, services already paid before hand, turning onto her stomach with nervous crawl, uncontrollable gasps leaving as large cracked midnight black hands rub her back before peeling her floral pink and blue robes off, wasting no time as he rips at her bra and under shirt, leaving bruises across her chest.
Grabbing her arm he locks it behind her back, tearing like a wild dog at the bottom of her panties, "Please...! Not like this... I'll do whatever you ask, with a smile, but not like this...I'm b-"Grabbing her by the throat and pressing his thumb hard enough to cut off her air supply as he completely steals her clothes with her breath, leaning into the back of her ear with hot breath, "But it's the only way I like it."
Unbuckling his suit he drops his pants to the floor of the upstairs service areas, grinding against her seeking entry as tears run down her painted cheeks.
The bedroom door falls flat from the hinges with the booming music flowing in beside a trim bronze skinned man in a black and red suit. The man passes the threshold and enters, just before the off the clock villain did the same. "What I tell you, about roughing my girls... 'Chain Jaw' " The PCP fueled thug looks to the door, his jaw jumping in all directions as his nerves pickup, his spiked custom gold grill hammering against his bottom row, "Same thing I toldju bout usin' that name..." Standing at a staggering height, his mas itself weighing the floor boards to his center, the jaw jacking giant looks down on the club's former bouncer and part time owner "I'd send you to meet that whore of a mother used to run this place. "
With a calm stare through squinted eyes, James meets his gaze with an aloof attitude, "...I been practicing patience for years, it's needed when your the head of an organization. "
The thug reels back in laughter, his jaw cutting his chuckles into mini hitches "You callin' the tombstones an org-"
with lightning speed a dagger sticks into the mans neck, Kaida's toned legs wrapped as much as they could around his wide frame as the dagger continues penetrating his neck. "My girls go by a different philosophy" falling to bulky knees with his jacking jaw slowing by the second, he whispers with the small amount of breath left in his lungs "You backstabbing b!tch..."
A steely hand rubbing his labored chest,she leans into his ear and sucks on his lobe "...But It's the only way I like it."
His body drops lifeless finally as blood spurts on the floor to mix with crusted fluids, Kaida slides off while wiping her blade on his shirt, turning to give her employer reserved eyes with a smile, before bowing in modest appreciation. It was her first time in a bed, but not her first time being paid for services rendered
"Go head baby, I got this." She gracefully exits the room as though the situation were as casual as a cigarette break. The dozens of other girls working the tables, dancing on stage and pulling men to the back rooms totally unaware of the means that would justify their ends.
Pulling out a phone and tapping his boot on the deceased legends teeth absentmindedly, James calls the local luitenant of the tombstones, who calls a hand who calls a hand who drags the body out and cleans up the mess with a thanks for the work.