A/N I'm not the best writer around and I'm not trying to be modest I never really had a knack for writing but I wanted to try this story out I know it must suck a lot but I'm mostly doing this for fun. All this is just coming out of my brain so I'm going to write and if you just so happen to enjoy that a fuckin bonus for me. I don't own this shit except Diane and Ann and other OC that may pop up. And I'm so sorry if anyone is OOC.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. She had these words repeating in her head on her way to Los Santos from Liberty City. The place she grew up from the very beginning with the person she cared for the most. Her sister who is the only reason why she is going to Los Santos. She needed as much money as she can get to pay the thugs who are in Los Santos, they took her away from the city. Diane needed more than half a million. She sat in the plane stressed and worried, almost to the brink of tears at the thought of what they could be doing to her. "that's what happens when you fuck around with someone that owns everything with their nose up high with kiss marks on their fat ass".
The plane finally touched down as Diane ran out as fast as she could, she had to rush and fucking do it fast. Every possible way to make the money from stealing to selling drugs shit she would even try for "Fame Or Shame". Her sister Ann needed her now more than ever. No matter how much of a tough bitch she is. Always talking about the hardships of war what she did. In fact it must have been bad since she wasn't the same person she was when she came back. But at least she still could always count on her, and now Diane is trying to return the favor. Since her parents were upset with her not joining the military and instead became one of those sad sacs of people with the dead end job behind a desk. But hey life fucks everyone in the ass. She reached the exit now out in Los Santos calling for a cab.
Luckily she had some friends in Los Santos even if it ended up being a prominent stripper at the Vanilla Unicorn. As she entered all eyes were on her as if she just committed a murder. It's understandable to her since not a lot of women enter the strip club unless their tits and ass were hanging out for all to see. This city with their weird norm. "DIAAANE." Her friend Stacy shouted over the loud music walking towards her from farther back in the club.
"You finally made it to Los Santos how was the flight?" her friend asked, she had never thought of ever seeing her like this they may not have been close friends but they were pretty darn close even if she was way younger. Stacy had her hair dyed a bleached blonde and with bigger tits that could not have grown out naturally.
"It was good. Now can we get to business please remember?" Stating the first part sarcastically.
"You can work here if you want." Stacy chirped loudly "IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN." Stacy began jumping at the idea of working with one of her best pals.
"I-I-I just can't" she stammered out "isn't there a better faster way I can?"
"Come on look at you." Stacy spoke taking Diane's hand twirling her around ignoring what she said " YOU would be so perfect for it that shelf you got and those melons could feed the world." she ended that last part with a wink.
Diane blushed a bright red in embarrassment she was nearing middle age at thirty-four. Her ass was definitely pretty good she kept up with her workouts to stay thin. She had deep blue eyes with her wavy dark brown hair down to her shoulders. Now that she thought about it she was pretty good looking for her age. But stripping just wasn't an option for her right now.
"Come on Stacy, don't you know anyone here, it's fucking Los Santos for crying out loud". Diane was beginning to lose her patience.
"Pleeeeease work here with me." Stacy begged on.
"NOOOOO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TELL ME WHERE CAN I FUCKING WORK TO MAKE MONEY FAST AS FUCK WITHOUT TAKING MY CLOTHS OFF AND FLAUNTING MY MOTHERFUCKING BODY YOU STUPID FUCK" Diane let it all out, the stress had erupted out of her being, nothing was holding back her anger. She was in a state of depression for fucks sake. And Stacy fucking knows why she needs it.
"WHO THE FUCK IS SHOUTING. SHOUTING IN MY CLUB ONLY I FUCKING CAN?" A filthy looking man came out from behind the curtains where Diane supposed where the manager was. He was an older looking man showing signs of extreme drug use. His face showed years of troubles in whatever life he led. He was also balding, and wearing a white shirt that had some pretty unexplained stains on them. Diane had enough shit to worry about than some crazy manager who looked like he was ready to commit a murder at any given second.
He quickly walked up to Stacy and Diane. "Was it you?" he spoke giving each word its own amount of space. Stacy looked like she was about to be in tears now that a second person began yelling at her. But prevented them from appearing when she came up with a solution to her companion's problem.
"My friend here is looking to help out at your very own company she needs the money." She spoke sarcastically with a devilish grin on her face knowing how Trevor is since she started working at the Vanilla Unicorn.
"Awwww I see the young ravishing woman wants to join TP industries" He said putting emphasis on his company's name. Now forgetting why he was came out from the back.
"Maybe I do, depends, on how much I will be getting paid." She said casually and confidently.
"Ooooh I love you already, come ride with me to the labs, you came just in time I was just about to head back out." He grabbed her hand pulling her toward the exit they both entered his vehicle ready to depart taking a long trip back to Sandy Shores.
"So what do you do exactly?" she asked looking out at the road
"I do a lot of shit, as the owner of TP industries" He said proudly.
"And what does the TP stand for?" She asked another question.
"heyheyheyheyhey I'm supposed to be asking the questions around here if you want the job you have to pass my interview. And it stands for Trevor Philips which is of course my name" He manages to sound so aggressive and calm at the same time and he has a scary look in his eye when Diane looked at him as he stared at the incoming traffic.
"Can you handle yourself in a gun fight?"
"Yeah, I guess I could my sister taught me when she retired from the military, hopefully it will work". It really wasn't much, sure her sister took her to the gun range a couple times. Giving her tips and tricks. Knowing the people her sister ran around with when she got back, Diane knew that she would have to murder for her sisters safety. So I guess the lessons will pay-off.
"For now that's all I need you for. Here take this gun I got some fuckers I need you to kill." He gave her the rifle as if it were some toy and she look at it as if she has never seen on in her life before. He continued "we got to ruin this trade to show that TP industries should have been their FIRST choice." He started to get angry. "AAANND I got to see how you do." He gave her the creepiest reassuring smile. "And remember this is all part of the interview so don't screw this up."
"This is a weird interview. I only ever sat behind a desk stacking papers but alright." She said ready to kill for her sister at any time.
"Don't worry this will save you from your sad sad life". They finally reached Sand Shores heading out to kill the competition.
Diane could care less about these people now the only person on her mind was her sister who needed her more than anything right now. She was never the scared little shit people thought she was back home. But maybe Los Santos will change her more. Turn her into a survivor. At least she hopes it will.