Across the Hall
Chapter 2
The next morning Riddick awakes with Dayla on his mind. He jumps out of bed and takes a shower. After changing his clothes, he wonders what Dayla is doing right now. Is she taking a shower? Is she changing her clothes? Sighing deeply he shakes his head as if he were shaking the thought of her, but it didn't help. Sitting down to his computer he subconsciously starts to look up information about a 'Dayla solange.' "Well, well, well. Ms. Dayla has a record." He grins. "2 D.U.I's, Indecent Exposure, and pick pocketing?!" he says with a laugh but it abruptly stops as he scans around the room for his own wallet. Frowning in confusion he runs through the apartment looking for his wallet. Minutes later he growls in rage. "She picked my pocket!" Laughing to himself he leans against a wall. "So Ms. Dayla wants to play?. Well I'm game." Going back to the computer he looks up her place of employment. "Joe's diner huh? I believe I'm in tha mood for a BLT right about now."
Walking into the diner, a tall blonde looks up from a customer and looks Riddick up and down. Smiling seductively, she snakes over to him. "Why hello sugar, party of one?" she purrs. "Yes." Riddick says planly as he makes his way to the counter. She follows close by "Can I get you anything baby?" She says "Yes you can. You can get me a waitress by the name of Dayla Solange." Backing away and frowning a bit, she rolls her eyes before calling for Dayla. Dayla walks back from the kitchen. The tall blonde walks over to her and whispers something in her ear. Dayla laughs a little then stops suddenly when she sees Riddick. Her eyes grow wide before she calls to her boss. "I'M TAKING MY BREAK NOW!" She tries to break for the door but Riddick is already on her trail. As they run down the street Riddick quickly grabs Dayla by the arm the slings her into a wall. "Look, I can understand you being mad, but please understand that Ididn't intend on taking your wallet. I was even gonna give it back!" she whines "Shut up!" he says as he starts to walk her down an alley. "What are you gonna do to me?" She whimpers. Without a word pushes her against a wall so that she isn't facing him. "Spread em." He growls. "What?" she whispers. He leans in so he's only inches from her ear "Don't act like you haven't heard that before. Now spread your legs" Doing as he says he starts to slowly frisk her, but it's not a frisk that a cop would give a criminal but more of what a lover would give another. His hands start at her thighs moving around to her inner thighs just missing her bush. "mmm, no underwear." He hisses into her ear. Moving under her dress uniform he rubs her hips and waist, moving a hand over her bellybutton he feels the ring dangling from it. "What are you doing?" she coos. "I want my wallet back. I'm looking for it." "I ..I.. I don't have it with me. It's in my a..a..apartment." She stammers. His hands are at the underside of her breast. "How about dinner tonight?" He whispers. Turning around she pushes him back "what? I will not. You scare the fuck outta me then you take me down this dirty nasty alley way where you molest me then you think you can just make me swoon by asking me out?!? No, it doesn't work like that" Riddick starts to laugh at her spunk. "Honey, that's exactly how it works. It works like that or a call to your parole officer." Riddick laughs again at her facial expression of shock. "Fuck you!" she yells "Oh baby I'm tryin, but I rather get to know you first." She stands there shaking in anger. Looking at his watch Riddick turns to leave "You better get back to work, I'm sure your break is over and I don't wana get you fired. Oh by tha way, be ready by 8 and wear something nice." Leaving her there to stew. He walks back home once again with the scent of honeysuckle and a belly button ring.
Chapter 2
The next morning Riddick awakes with Dayla on his mind. He jumps out of bed and takes a shower. After changing his clothes, he wonders what Dayla is doing right now. Is she taking a shower? Is she changing her clothes? Sighing deeply he shakes his head as if he were shaking the thought of her, but it didn't help. Sitting down to his computer he subconsciously starts to look up information about a 'Dayla solange.' "Well, well, well. Ms. Dayla has a record." He grins. "2 D.U.I's, Indecent Exposure, and pick pocketing?!" he says with a laugh but it abruptly stops as he scans around the room for his own wallet. Frowning in confusion he runs through the apartment looking for his wallet. Minutes later he growls in rage. "She picked my pocket!" Laughing to himself he leans against a wall. "So Ms. Dayla wants to play?. Well I'm game." Going back to the computer he looks up her place of employment. "Joe's diner huh? I believe I'm in tha mood for a BLT right about now."
Walking into the diner, a tall blonde looks up from a customer and looks Riddick up and down. Smiling seductively, she snakes over to him. "Why hello sugar, party of one?" she purrs. "Yes." Riddick says planly as he makes his way to the counter. She follows close by "Can I get you anything baby?" She says "Yes you can. You can get me a waitress by the name of Dayla Solange." Backing away and frowning a bit, she rolls her eyes before calling for Dayla. Dayla walks back from the kitchen. The tall blonde walks over to her and whispers something in her ear. Dayla laughs a little then stops suddenly when she sees Riddick. Her eyes grow wide before she calls to her boss. "I'M TAKING MY BREAK NOW!" She tries to break for the door but Riddick is already on her trail. As they run down the street Riddick quickly grabs Dayla by the arm the slings her into a wall. "Look, I can understand you being mad, but please understand that Ididn't intend on taking your wallet. I was even gonna give it back!" she whines "Shut up!" he says as he starts to walk her down an alley. "What are you gonna do to me?" She whimpers. Without a word pushes her against a wall so that she isn't facing him. "Spread em." He growls. "What?" she whispers. He leans in so he's only inches from her ear "Don't act like you haven't heard that before. Now spread your legs" Doing as he says he starts to slowly frisk her, but it's not a frisk that a cop would give a criminal but more of what a lover would give another. His hands start at her thighs moving around to her inner thighs just missing her bush. "mmm, no underwear." He hisses into her ear. Moving under her dress uniform he rubs her hips and waist, moving a hand over her bellybutton he feels the ring dangling from it. "What are you doing?" she coos. "I want my wallet back. I'm looking for it." "I ..I.. I don't have it with me. It's in my a..a..apartment." She stammers. His hands are at the underside of her breast. "How about dinner tonight?" He whispers. Turning around she pushes him back "what? I will not. You scare the fuck outta me then you take me down this dirty nasty alley way where you molest me then you think you can just make me swoon by asking me out?!? No, it doesn't work like that" Riddick starts to laugh at her spunk. "Honey, that's exactly how it works. It works like that or a call to your parole officer." Riddick laughs again at her facial expression of shock. "Fuck you!" she yells "Oh baby I'm tryin, but I rather get to know you first." She stands there shaking in anger. Looking at his watch Riddick turns to leave "You better get back to work, I'm sure your break is over and I don't wana get you fired. Oh by tha way, be ready by 8 and wear something nice." Leaving her there to stew. He walks back home once again with the scent of honeysuckle and a belly button ring.
