TITLE: Smack
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: This is another shortie! Sorry peeps! You just gotta review more, give my some inspiration!!!
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Chapter Four: In Action
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His hands are on you. You let him roam. With only the memory, that you are not alone. And when it's all over with, all you can do is sigh. Cause it's always gonna be this way, and this is how it's gonna stay. -Remorseful
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I sat at the bar next to my mother and we both ordered the same drink. Scotch. Straight and strong.
Within minutes, I found that my choice of outfits for us had worked as we became sandwiched between numerous men of several ages. All sweaty and horny and disgusting. They hovered over us, offering to buy us drinks, or to dance. We continued to decline until we saw Marco approach our little group.
He carefully eyed my mother first, and then me. He must have been around his late 40's, closer to my mother's age, but instead of asking her to dance, he asked me. The one that was definitely too young for him. I had to suppress a gag.
"Would you like to dance, mi lady?" His eyes never met mine as he was busy scoping out my body. Are all guys like this?
"I would love to." I replied luringly.
My mother looked slightly annoyed that he picked me, and then slightly disgusted and disapproving. But I let him lead me away to the dance floor regardless. This was a mission, it needed to be completed no matter who's self-esteem was jeopardized.
"I am Jared Marco, the host of this party." He whispered into my ear and his greasy palms found my lower back. "And who might you be, you beautiful young lady?" He sneered.
"I'm with the escort agency. You hired me." I didn't ever bother to give my name. He wouldn't have cared.
Almost the very second after I said this, his hand moved down to my butt. Pig.
The other hand, was seemingly occupied with my breast.
"Ahh, I've hired another winner I see." He smiled. "Come with me."
He grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling me off the dance floor and toward the elevator.
"Wait." I stopped him at the elevator's doors. "You must excuse the hassle, but I do request that you invite my co-worker to join us. She is an expert." I add, smiling seductively.
"Of course."
He leads me back to the bar and I summon my mother, who remained with her drink.
She takes the hint and follows closely behind us, leaving her drink behind.
A minute later, we are in his suite. It must have had more than four rooms, for it took up the entire floor. There were other girls there, drinking and chatting. I thought he was going to have us join him, but instead he grasped my wrist again and hungrily sucked on my mouth. My mother took another hint and joined the waiting girls.
He tried tearing off my clothes right there in the main room, in front of everyone. My mother looked absolutely appalled and disgusted with him, maybe even a bit worried for me?. I backed my way to the nearest door and luckily, it opened into a bedroom. He shut it behind him.
About a second after it shut, he was out cold on the nicely carpeted floor.
I turned on my comm. "Where are the documents located?" I asked Sark and my father.
"They're behind the painting on the wall, in a safe. The code is 431247." My father answers me.
"Got em'" I tell them, out of breath.
"See you at the extraction point." Sark hurtles back before my father. How nice, they're already competing for my love.
"Over and out." I sounded SO Mission Impossible.
I left the room, fixing my outfit. I grabbed my mother and we left without a hitch. Well, aside from another notch to go above his bed.
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: This is another shortie! Sorry peeps! You just gotta review more, give my some inspiration!!!
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Chapter Four: In Action
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His hands are on you. You let him roam. With only the memory, that you are not alone. And when it's all over with, all you can do is sigh. Cause it's always gonna be this way, and this is how it's gonna stay. -Remorseful
*
I sat at the bar next to my mother and we both ordered the same drink. Scotch. Straight and strong.
Within minutes, I found that my choice of outfits for us had worked as we became sandwiched between numerous men of several ages. All sweaty and horny and disgusting. They hovered over us, offering to buy us drinks, or to dance. We continued to decline until we saw Marco approach our little group.
He carefully eyed my mother first, and then me. He must have been around his late 40's, closer to my mother's age, but instead of asking her to dance, he asked me. The one that was definitely too young for him. I had to suppress a gag.
"Would you like to dance, mi lady?" His eyes never met mine as he was busy scoping out my body. Are all guys like this?
"I would love to." I replied luringly.
My mother looked slightly annoyed that he picked me, and then slightly disgusted and disapproving. But I let him lead me away to the dance floor regardless. This was a mission, it needed to be completed no matter who's self-esteem was jeopardized.
"I am Jared Marco, the host of this party." He whispered into my ear and his greasy palms found my lower back. "And who might you be, you beautiful young lady?" He sneered.
"I'm with the escort agency. You hired me." I didn't ever bother to give my name. He wouldn't have cared.
Almost the very second after I said this, his hand moved down to my butt. Pig.
The other hand, was seemingly occupied with my breast.
"Ahh, I've hired another winner I see." He smiled. "Come with me."
He grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling me off the dance floor and toward the elevator.
"Wait." I stopped him at the elevator's doors. "You must excuse the hassle, but I do request that you invite my co-worker to join us. She is an expert." I add, smiling seductively.
"Of course."
He leads me back to the bar and I summon my mother, who remained with her drink.
She takes the hint and follows closely behind us, leaving her drink behind.
A minute later, we are in his suite. It must have had more than four rooms, for it took up the entire floor. There were other girls there, drinking and chatting. I thought he was going to have us join him, but instead he grasped my wrist again and hungrily sucked on my mouth. My mother took another hint and joined the waiting girls.
He tried tearing off my clothes right there in the main room, in front of everyone. My mother looked absolutely appalled and disgusted with him, maybe even a bit worried for me?. I backed my way to the nearest door and luckily, it opened into a bedroom. He shut it behind him.
About a second after it shut, he was out cold on the nicely carpeted floor.
I turned on my comm. "Where are the documents located?" I asked Sark and my father.
"They're behind the painting on the wall, in a safe. The code is 431247." My father answers me.
"Got em'" I tell them, out of breath.
"See you at the extraction point." Sark hurtles back before my father. How nice, they're already competing for my love.
"Over and out." I sounded SO Mission Impossible.
I left the room, fixing my outfit. I grabbed my mother and we left without a hitch. Well, aside from another notch to go above his bed.