(A/n: Yeah! I finally got the 3rd chapter up! For every one under the age of, ohhhhh, I don't know say 12 or 13...don't read this...! Yup this chapter has harsh language and is a little intimate.i cut out the really bad scenes so it could fit my ratings but I just couldn't cut it all out! Oh and no one has answered my challenge yet so I'm still waiting, hint hint. And to every one who has complained I have spelled Herro's name right in this one and it is spell checked. Can I help it I'm bad at typing!!!! So have fun, beware and I hope you like it! The next couple of chapters are more action based since I cut the entire kinky section out.....well tata!)
Chapter 3
Some where between 30 minutes to an hour passed and the young men who had barley noticed Heero as they entered now glared at him with steely eyes.
"Damn whore." The elder of the two muttered.
"Well that's why I like her bro." A younger voice piped in.
"I meant the boy you shit head." The older said again whacking his brother on the back of the head.
"Yeah what's that bitch doin' with my girl." The young brother growled. He cracked his knuckles and started to stride over to Heero.
** *** **
Heero had been sitting devising a way to approach these two men with out arousing suspicion when a very attractive whore came over. She in fact was the same girl from earlier. The young seductress traced his face and ran her hand over his bicep.
"Hey, buddy...let's finish our meeting from earlier...my way." She said in slow slurred sentences.
"Ma'm, your drunk, you don't know what your saying." Heero sighed heavily and tried to turn his back to her.
"So? It just makes it all the more fun." She giggled. "My name's Trula. What's your mystery boy?"
Taking a swig of his drink he stated, "I'd prefer it to stay a mystery." Then he lightly placed the cup down on the bar table. "If you'll excuse me."
"What?" Trula asked.
"I have some business with some one." He said briskly. The whore laughed. Her laughter was like the sound of bells.
"Well if THAT'S what you want to call IT." She tittered. "So who is It?" she asked looking around the room. Heero didn't answer but the girl still continued.
"Maybe that cute red head? They say reds are the horniest."
Herro cut her off "Do you honestly think my job here is to go bang some slut?"
"Well what the fuck other business would a guy have?" Trula asked calmly still hanging on Herro. He looked at her in disgust.
"My mission leaves no time for you any longer." He replied monotoned ready to shot the bitch right there and then.
Trula squirmed in his lap while cooing " ohhhh, a mission! You are a horny bastard."
Herro just got up and started to walk across the room. Seeing her catch getting away the girl grabbed at his hand.
"What's the matter Hun? Don't you want to dance with some one?" she wined. Moving her body in fluid movements she got his arms around her body and face close to hers.
"Come on. Show me what you're made of." She whispered into his ear. The music started to blare louder in Heero's ears and his face flushed a deep red. Trula still danced with him standing there. She took his hips and swiveled them in her hands. Soon the music started to intoxicate Heero. His body moved on it's own with only the desire to stay by this woman, to keep up with her dancing. His hand ran up and down her leg and she whispered the words to the song in his ear.
"Rebel, Rebel, Bitch. Bitch. Sex, Sex, Party. Party." Trula started to get heavly into the dancing and she felt the alcohol in her veins pounding. She started to sweat from the heat and the vigor of the dancing. She licked his ear and started to nibble on his neck. Herro finally realized what he was doing.
Some thing about the woman's perfume and the room had enthralled him, had him caught in her spell of lust. He shook his head and stopped dancing. The whore looked at him puzzled for a minute then smiled sweetly.
"Don't stop your really good, my mystery man."
"..." He just stared at her, and the music and party still raved on all around them. He turned heel and made to leave once again. The two boys Herro had been "stalking" started to walk right up to him. The younger one tried to puff him self up to look bigger.
The skank shrieked in joy.
"Rallie!"
Chapter 3
Some where between 30 minutes to an hour passed and the young men who had barley noticed Heero as they entered now glared at him with steely eyes.
"Damn whore." The elder of the two muttered.
"Well that's why I like her bro." A younger voice piped in.
"I meant the boy you shit head." The older said again whacking his brother on the back of the head.
"Yeah what's that bitch doin' with my girl." The young brother growled. He cracked his knuckles and started to stride over to Heero.
** *** **
Heero had been sitting devising a way to approach these two men with out arousing suspicion when a very attractive whore came over. She in fact was the same girl from earlier. The young seductress traced his face and ran her hand over his bicep.
"Hey, buddy...let's finish our meeting from earlier...my way." She said in slow slurred sentences.
"Ma'm, your drunk, you don't know what your saying." Heero sighed heavily and tried to turn his back to her.
"So? It just makes it all the more fun." She giggled. "My name's Trula. What's your mystery boy?"
Taking a swig of his drink he stated, "I'd prefer it to stay a mystery." Then he lightly placed the cup down on the bar table. "If you'll excuse me."
"What?" Trula asked.
"I have some business with some one." He said briskly. The whore laughed. Her laughter was like the sound of bells.
"Well if THAT'S what you want to call IT." She tittered. "So who is It?" she asked looking around the room. Heero didn't answer but the girl still continued.
"Maybe that cute red head? They say reds are the horniest."
Herro cut her off "Do you honestly think my job here is to go bang some slut?"
"Well what the fuck other business would a guy have?" Trula asked calmly still hanging on Herro. He looked at her in disgust.
"My mission leaves no time for you any longer." He replied monotoned ready to shot the bitch right there and then.
Trula squirmed in his lap while cooing " ohhhh, a mission! You are a horny bastard."
Herro just got up and started to walk across the room. Seeing her catch getting away the girl grabbed at his hand.
"What's the matter Hun? Don't you want to dance with some one?" she wined. Moving her body in fluid movements she got his arms around her body and face close to hers.
"Come on. Show me what you're made of." She whispered into his ear. The music started to blare louder in Heero's ears and his face flushed a deep red. Trula still danced with him standing there. She took his hips and swiveled them in her hands. Soon the music started to intoxicate Heero. His body moved on it's own with only the desire to stay by this woman, to keep up with her dancing. His hand ran up and down her leg and she whispered the words to the song in his ear.
"Rebel, Rebel, Bitch. Bitch. Sex, Sex, Party. Party." Trula started to get heavly into the dancing and she felt the alcohol in her veins pounding. She started to sweat from the heat and the vigor of the dancing. She licked his ear and started to nibble on his neck. Herro finally realized what he was doing.
Some thing about the woman's perfume and the room had enthralled him, had him caught in her spell of lust. He shook his head and stopped dancing. The whore looked at him puzzled for a minute then smiled sweetly.
"Don't stop your really good, my mystery man."
"..." He just stared at her, and the music and party still raved on all around them. He turned heel and made to leave once again. The two boys Herro had been "stalking" started to walk right up to him. The younger one tried to puff him self up to look bigger.
The skank shrieked in joy.
"Rallie!"