Chapter 6:
California, Los Angeles 1986
There it stood, long dark and menacing. It was just a gap between two old terraced houses build many years ago, but it was cold and uninviting, now the ladies of the night roamed the alleyway. It was like a cavernous moth, just waiting to gobble up anyone who dared enter it. Stories about people being attacked, raped and mugged succumbed the area, but no one knew whether these stories were real or just exaggerated lies. Other macabre stories surrounded the dark alley, but over the years these stories had become more horrific and terrifying that the real story was lost in the tale. No one liked the alleyway, but the streetwalkers believed it was the only place they could safely use. It smelt strongly of stale urine and faeces, the walls ran with slime which covered the now long forgotten graffiti brickwork. Tiffany placed a ciggarette between her lips, before confidently strutting down the alleyway to patiently wait for a potential client. It only took a few minutes, before a car pulled up outside the alleyway, a couple of the prostitutes began sprinting desperately towards the car but Tiffany, she just calmly strolled to it. She was no longer an innocent beauty, weak and timid. Now she was a seductive, alluring woman, strong and confident. But them days back in New Jersey, they still haunted her.
The man inside the car smiled when he noticed Tiffany, "get in" he ordered as he stared at her with a lustful gaze. Tiffany was mesmerizing to any man, she wasn't like the other hookers, she wasn't drug-addicted or an alcoholic who was dirty with brown rotting teeth. Vincent Moore, the wealthy business man who sat in the expensive sport-car, was even more startled when she climbed into the passenger seat. Her beauty was radiant, she had striking forest green eyes, thin, arched eyebrows, a small cute nose and a body which was buxom and curvacious. She had peroxide blonde hair which was cut into a neat fashionable bob and was wearing a tight black leather bra-top and a matching black mini-skirt, with knee-length boots.
Vincent Moore had raced to the alleyway after work, he was exhausted from a long boring day at the office, but he didn't mind as he was being paid thousands each day. He was excited when he realised he'd left work early, and his socialite wife would not have arrived home at the time as she was at a late night charity function, and his daughter was visiting a friend, leaving him alone to do what he pleased. What he planned on doing, was a prostitute.
It was still quite late, shimmering stars dotted the dark night sky as the moon glistened above, when they parked into an empty alley they could hear birds chirping wistfully. "What's your name, hun" questioned Vincent as he glanced at his flashy diamond encrusted watch to check the time, then fixed the collar of his expensive designer suit. Tiffany glanced at him with a mischeavious smirk, before answering "Tiffany, that's my name"
"I'm Vincent" replied Vincent before adding "how old are you, 'cause them breasts, they're awfully perky" before he leaned over and began rubbing her thigh
"Ooh...I'm old enough" purred Tiffany as she stroked his face then leaned over and pecked him softly on his lips
"Are you, going to show me, the time of my life" he asked with a grin
"Are you, going to show me, your money" giggled Tiffany, before reaching behind her back and grabbing the snub-nosed revolver she had tucked into her skirt. Whipping it out, she aimed it at his face before calmly insisting "get all your money out, you fucking pig". As he reached for his wallet, she explained "I only have sex, with someone I love, I am not a whore" before laughing "Well, I am...but it's strictly get someone, then rob them"
"Please, don't hurt me, I have a wife and kids" Vincent begged as he passed her the wallet
"Oh, you weren't thinking about them, when you wanted to get fucked" angrily roared Tiffany before demanding "you're watch, give me all your jewellry"
"This was a gift" he cried as he tugged off his watch and tossed it to Tiffany, who then gazed into the sparkling diamonds before giggling "get out". When he didn't follow her orders, she glared at him and screamed "get the fuck out"
"How am I, going to get home" he whimpered as he climbed out of the car
"Get a cab" advised Tiffany as she locked the doors then switched on the ignition. Driving away, she cackled to herself, delighted with her swift and simple robbery. She knew the most he could do was say his car was robbed, if he told the police, his family would know he was involved with prostitutes. He'd never want that.
Parking the car a few blocks a way from where she was currently residing, she dived out then calmly strolled to where she know considered home. Home was now a three bedroom flat which she shared with Eddie Caputo, a petty thief who was the only person she could consider a friend. When she entered the flat, Eddie was sat on the couch watching television, there was a news report about a current string of bizare murders in New Jersey. Eddie chuckled to himself before pointing at the television and mumbling "my old pal" before turning to Tiffany and asking "what did today bring". Tiffany grinned before tossing the watch at Eddie, he gasped with suprise when he caught it and she smiled "there's this weeks rent"
"Then the next weeks, then the next weeks" gleefully chuckled Eddie, before insisting "when we pawn it, we should buy some weed"
"You mean, you should buy some weed, you know, I don't touch that shit" replied Tiffany as she sat beside him and he wrapped his arms around her lovingly
"Well baby, sometimes I need it, to put up with your wildside" laughed Eddie as he grabbed her breasts before she passionately kissed him
"Fuck you" she snarled, before coyly smiling "you know, I can't be tamed" as he began removing her clothes and pecking her stomach. Tiffany had known Eddie since she hitch-hiked to LA after escaping the trailer of horrors, he never knew about her past but he was also from New Jersey. He was out on bail after being accused of rape, when he found Tiffany hungry and wandering the streets. Eddie Caputo was a handsome man, who could quickly charm a woman, but his attractiveness was marred by shaggy soot black hair which was often greasy and unwashed, also his body wasn't muscular and athletic, instead it as chubby and fat. He was kind and caring, though dumb and gullible, but just because he acted like a gentleman was enough for Tiffany to become romantically involved with the rapist and petty criminal.
Cuddling on the couch, Tiffany sat gazing at the ceiling, imagining it as a sky filled with twinkling stars, "tell us a story" she said as she played with the hairs on his chest. Eddie smiled at her before asking "what story"
"When I was young, before I moved here anyway, I would sit in my room wondering about the outside world. I craved adventure and freedom, I didn't want to obey laws, instead I wanted to break them...but I never wanted to do it alone, I wanted to do it, with someone I loved" Tiffany explained
"I've got the perfect one...It was back in New Jersey, me and a couple of friends decided to rob some shop by...".
Tiffany listened carefully, closing her eyes as she imagined living a lifestyle of an outlaw, she wanted excitement. She dreamed of being a woman like Bonnie Parker, who explored the world with her lover Clyde Barrow, killing anyone who got in their way. That's why she did what she did for money, it wasn't because she had to, but instead because she liked the thrill of danger. The rush of having life and death in her hands, though she always chose to allow the person to live.
