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Topic Started: Apr 14 2008, 08:14 PM (81 Views)
Istyrna's Lament
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"No, fuck that, you tell him I decline his offer." The sunset was hazy, as usual. Looking out her window, Istyrna watched two men trying to rob a woman in the alley below, only to be killed in turn by their intended target, who then plucked the wallets and other pocket contents from their corpses and tucked them into her purse, along with the firearm she'd used to dispatch them.

After listening to Viktor for a minute, the slender, raven-haired woman responded "I don't care if he gives me a billion dollars. It's not the weirdest thing I've ever heard of, but the thing is, he can't eat my breast because it can't be truly replaced. I suppose he thinks that I'd rather have a huge wad of money than this job, but you and I both know that money has never been the purpose of my work. I need my left tit, I'd rather keep it, as a one-breasted lust-goddess is a bit preposterous." Another pause. There was a drive-by outside.

"No Viktor, I'm not mad at you for telling me about the job offer. Hel, I told you myself to let me know about every promising offer, no matter how strange, right? There's nothing wrong." Apparently this assured her assistant that everything was well. "What else do you have for me?"

Istyrna listened for a couple more minutes. "No to the scat lady, she should know I charge a lot more than that for such work nowadays, because it's really unpleasant. What's this about a guy wanting to impregnate me and then have me get an abortion? That's a little odd, but the sum you said he would pay was pretty good." Viktor filled her in on what details the would-be patron had informed him of. "What's that? He'd want to continue seeing me throughout the few months before I aborted? That's fine, and yeah there's a doctor I know who'll let him be in the room during the procedure. I think we can drive the price up a bit, though. This is good because it's a long term job but I'll still be able to get other customers. Mmm-hmmm? Oh yes, there are a lot of sick fucks out there who'd get their jollies laying with a pregnant woman. I'll see you later tonight, yes, pick me up at the Pound. Yeah, tonight the only scheduled thing is that job up in Lexington. See you then. Bye"

After concluding the conversation, the pale woman opened the locked closet, really more of a walk-in safe, that contained her most valuable items, including her evening gowns. The actual CPU of her computer was also in the closet, as was her projector. One of her patrons had paid for the unit's installation after she had been robbed. Burglary was no longer likely, due to the automated traps around the door and window that Viktor had helped her install, well, really she had helped him install them, but it was always good to be safe, especially in this neighborhood. It would take a very skilled thief to get into her apartment alive now.

Taking out a few dresses, Istyrna eventually selected a decadent red gown, clinging and thin. She would put it on later, as it wouldn't do to go to the Pound in it. Viktor would come have a drink with her and then take her back here and then to the job. Closing the closet, the whore made ready to leave for the seedy club, concealing both her semiautomatic pistol and her long knife. While no regulars at the Pound fucked with her anymore after seeing what happened to those who did, there were sometimes newcomers who were too stupid to notice the discouraging looks of the old-timers, and thought picking on a skinny prostitute made them tough.

The thunk of her boots made the boards of the hallway creak as she left the room and headed downstairs.

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