Thread: This Skin is Stained

Woo, a drawn out whistle, adorned with a snicker. Dirty mouth on this girl! ...Well, you did just come from work. Her words though did bring a few things to mind, all of them a bit different, yet equally muddling. 'Miss Danica,' huh? Has that always been the case? The knee-jerk reaction was to start with the obvious while his mind processed the rest. Initial reactions being what they are, Daniel went for the low, easy blows. And speaking of low, easy blows, Now if we're gonna be so candid let's get one thing straight you're the cocksucker here, not I. Cocksucker by trade, madam. Zing. Do you think they have a cocksucker union? Gagging on a nice thick dick, constantly having to get your hair redone, getting your stomach pumped after you blow half the team at a victory party... There's enough occupational hazards to warrant something like that, I'd think? But you're the expert. He was pleased with himself. Smug expression affixed on his features, the officer leaned forward against the bars, taunting her like one might a lioness at a zoo. Or maybe just a declawed house cat with an excess of spunk. ...Zing again. Sad thing is, they don't. There's nothing like that. There's watching out for your own back, or there's dealing with pimps, and dealing with those scumbags is a whole new can of fucking issues. Daniel's body language remained the same but his tone and face both quickly softened. The barbs disappeared. He sighed, shook his head a little and continued, Some of those guys don't like taking no for an answer. If you can't name the guy you're working under, and you won't agree to work for them, I've seen girls come in that would love to have the bruises you've got. It gets rough out there, hon. If these are the worst you've had, you've been lucky. ...But you don't want to hear me I know, I know. You're big and tough. You can handle what comes your way, right? Much as you hate me though, just keep one word in mind once. His body eased up against the bars. You've only gotta luck upon a real bad situation one time. But she was having no part of hearing that point, huh? He'd said it already. Brick fucking wall. Daniel shook his head and turned. Leaning over slightly to grab his coffee, he took a long drink while he eyed the Ziploc bag of her pill bottles sitting at the front of that open drawer. ...Hundred bucks an hour, huh? Ma'am. He smirked. Another sip. I'm a little short on that now. But, another drink, then he set the cup down and turned back to the cell, I've got some sitting at home. The police officer's heavy, black booted steps took him to those cold vertical lengths again, and before even the first footfall came his eyes were back on her chest, optically appreciating how much support and cleavage one top could provide. This was...shades of gray, what he was considering. Gray at best. It would certainly be unorthodox, and as a man, honestly, as a man he wasn't sure where the desire to right this situation with her ended and the newfound flood of lust began, but he had to try. What do you say we go to my place after we get outta here in a bit? Someplace they could 'talk' without having to worry. Shit was getting way too brazen here as it was. I'm sure I can find something for you to do for two or three hours. If you'd be interested.