Dark Angel

Mia Rodriguez walked down the dark streets in her red high heels, black see through fish net stockings, and velvety red dress. For the first jon who catches her on the street, he was fortunate enough to taste and experience her clean, sweetie, goodness. After that first jon, the others didn't get a chance. Still ignorance was bliss and the men were so horny enough they didn't care that her shower was eight o clock in the morning. Besides, these sick bastards actually deserve it. They look down on her like she was nothing but trash. She figured it was her fault since she didn't better herself, but what was she suppose to do? She was born into this world with no skills, no family, and no help. So what is a pretty, helpless Puerto Rican girl to do? So far she was pretty; she had big tits, and nice round ass. She can fulfill men's fantasies just by flaunting her goodies and get crazy paid for it. Men (And sometimes women) pay her to fulfill their most perverted desires and she goes home with major cash in her pocket, a roof over her head, and nice food on the table. Everybody is happy.

The morning and afternoon was good. Trying to get men to pick her up was like fishing. She was the worm on the hook and all men had to do was come swimming after her so they can do one of the most disgusting and weird things not even she could think of. Everything except eat her. But that didn't mean there were no strange as men into the occult or something. That's why she carried mase and a switchblade with her. If a trick started something that she didn't approve of she would give the crazy bastard a warning. If he didn't listen she would blind his ass with mase and while he is screaming in agony trying to wipe away the poison from his eyes and hopefully his mouth, that's when Mia would pull her bestfriend and ultimate protection, Sharp Betty. Just thinking how to introduce Betty to some crazy jon put a big smile on Mia's face. Hell, some of these horny, pathetic, bastards actually need lesson or two. They probably had wives cleaning up at home naïve enough to think that her faithful, loving, husband she shared two or three kids with would be out working late so they can keep their house in the Hamptons or some other rich and privileged place.

After the sun went down and the stars took over the streets were still busy like always but the work was dying down. Mia figured that enough men got their nut off early making her figure that she had made enough money to pay her other perverted, sleazebag of a landlord so she wouldn't have to give him free head every month so she could find a decent place to sleep.

As Mia walked the rest of the way home with her red purse strapped to her shoulder, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she needed to up the price of her clients. Yes she made enough money to reach one thousand dollars. Half of that was going to that fat ass, sleazebag, landlord who, by coincidence, up the price of her stay saying that other people that live in the building are having problems with her day job. Yeah right. Half of those so called, "Hard working," citizens are convicted felons, drug addicts, or probably selling their asses too so at least they have a roof over their heads.

Mia walked down the street and took a turn towards a dark alley. Of course the old saying of haphazard shortcuts is to never go down a dark alley alone. You didn't know what type of freaks may pop out of nowhere. And even if she was used goods, she did look pretty fine. As if she just came straight out of college.

As she hurried on her way home Mia turned at the sound of something clinging like some can falling and rolling on the ground. But there was nothing there except for trash and heavy smoke from the heating grate most homeless people sleep on to stay warm.

The whole scene looked pretty gothic as well as scary, so Mia turned back to her destination and kept walking. Suddenly she heard another bump, but this time it sounded like it was ahead of her.

Not easily scared, Mia reached into her purse to unlock the cap of her mase and put her finger on the button in case she needed to whip it out on these freaks. Soliciting men and women on the streets for 3 years taught her that no matter how dangerous it is to be in close proximity in their car taught her that she needed to stay calm in case they start acting up. Unlike some of these naïve kids selling their pathetic asses thinking every man that gives them money for indecency was a nice man, Mia always knew better. There are no nice guys. At least none she met. If that was the case, she probably wouldn't be walking the streets, risking getting arrested because of her inappropriate attire, and jumping in and out of cars with strange men.

If only she met a nice guy when she was born or as she was being raised maybe she would become one of these stuck up, stick in their ass, people who worked hard to become lawyers, doctors, corporate leaders thinking they give a damn about the economy and the people who have no choice but to take their bullshit if they wish to live.

"Hello?!" Mia yelled out the darkness. Despite being a normal reaction, it did sounded pretty stupid to yell out for a greeting. "Is anyone there?" Nothing. Silence. Mia wanted to continue forward but heard another banging sound, like something accidentally tripping over some object while trying to sneak up on her. "Listen assholes," Mia threatened, "I don't know what game you guys are playing but if you think I'm some normal whore you can force yourself upon without paying, you figured wrong!"

Still, there was no sound.

Trapped as she may felt Mia had three choices. One, she could continue forward and hopefully not run into any freaks along the way. Two, risk going back the way she came hoping she would not run into any freaks on her way back. Or three, stand there like a deer in the headlights and wait for the crazy bastards to come to her. Risk that she is really to take if it meant she would hurt one of them and give her the chance to get away to sell her ass another day.

Holding onto the mase as hard as she could, Mia made her way down the dark alley already planning out how she was going to kick this psycho's ass if he even existed. She came to the side of the building where there was stone steps leading up to a doorway that was opened and pitch black inside. Mia wasn't a fan of horror movies, but one thing she knew is don't travel or go into dark places where anyone or thing is hiding. Mia made sure she was a few steps away from that.

Mia wanted to see the look on the perv's face when she whips out her mase, but she was getting tired of the mind games. She took out her mase in one hand along with her Sharp Betty in the other.

"Okay you losers," Mia yelled, "you wanna play? Let's play. You don't who you are fuck'in with!"

Just like that something covered her nose and mouth. Mia tried to scream but whoever covered her face held on so tightly that it muffled out her screams. Plus, Mia smelled something really sour and strong and inhaled it in as much as she tried to let out. Mia thought about spraying the attacker backwards with the mase hoping to hit him in the face as much as give a taste of his own medicine. But both her wrists were held tightly and forced behind her back. One hand covering her face to drug her, the second gripping her wrist holding the mase, and a third gripping the other wrist with the switchblade. Either this man was some type of freak of nature or her paranoia was correct. There was more than one man stalking her.

With both her defense and offense restrained, all Mia could do was struggle and hope that she was strong enough to break free. But the men were so strong that she could hardly even move an inch. Then there was the chemical that was freely flowing up her nose and mouth and hitting the brain causing her to see blurred visions of what was a dark alley. Now it was just complete darkness.

Amanda Hines stepped out of the red mustang convertible. She leaned into the car and gave her date a nice goodbye and closed the door. Her date drove off happy and she got paid handsomely. She made her way up the steps and to the glass bulletproof door. She typed in the code she remembered by heart and the door made a loud rumbling sound that signaled she could open. Amanda walked into the building and stopped and used her golden key to open the mailbox connected on the wall. She took out her mail and headed up the stairs until she got to the third floor. It was tiring but it was the best exercise she was going to get. Besides they ate at a very expensive restaurant that nearly left her stomach feeling bloated. Walking up these stairs instead of taking the elevator was the best way to drop calories. Or at least some anyway.

She got to her apartment door and put the silver key into the lock turning it to unlock the door. Before she went in she spotted a handsome, young, blonde haired man she recognized all too well. The man's name is Corey Almond.

"Late night?" Corey asked giving Amanda that welcoming smile that always seem to make her blush. But tried so hard to hide it with the same smile.

"Yeah, just a friend who I met when I was jogging."

"Oh really, how was it?"

Amanda rolled her eyes but still kept her smile. "It was okay. Nothing to phone mom about."

Corey chuckled. "Sorry to hear that."

"So how was your night?" Amanda asked.

"I just happened to come home from a date."

Amanda's eyes shot open. "Oh really, anyone I know?"

"Just someone I met online. I don't think it is going anywhere though."

"Oh really, what happened?"

"Oh nothing she was just...just boring. And she has two kids," Corey made a face that looked more like disappointment than disgust, "she was hot but not enough to become a father."

"Her being hot is probably why she popped out two kids in the first place." Amanda joked.

Not majorly funny, but Corey chuckled anyway. "How about your date?"

"It was going alright until he was talking more about himself than focusing on me."

"Maybe he was trying to impress you?" Corey suggested.

Amanda rolled her eyes again. "I don't know, he talked so much about how successful he was that I thought he was on a date with himself."

"Oh really, what does he do for a living that makes him so special?" Corey asked.

"He is a professional and successful stockbroker."

Corey started to get the idea. "No wonder he was so involved with himself. He's one of those stuck up types. You should've known better."

Now it was Amanda's turn to chuckle. "Yeah I guess you're right."

"Well, I would love to talk to you some more but I had a long night." Corey explained.

Amanda didn't have to ask. Even though she wanted to stay and keep talking or just ask to continue the conversation in his room, she was tired from a long night as well. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little ruff myself after earlier tonight. I tell ya spending hours with a guy who talk about himself was mentally draining."

Corey began to laugh lightly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, I guess I speak to you tomorrow then?"

Amanda nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow it is." And she walked into her apartment to finally get some rest.

Jason Kerwaski sat at his desk drawing more fantasy pictures like always. His dream was to become a comic book artist and make it big. Even bigger than Stan Lee. The problem was that his drawings were not PG appropriate for the world to see. But he couldn't help it. All he could think about when he woke up was how beautiful, college bound, women were being snatched off the streets and being violated. They could scream if they want to but the place is dark and deserted and only she and the attacker (Usually him) is left in the alley filled with filth. And for Jason, that's where stuck up, college, bitches deserve to be.

He would wake up in the morning horny as hell and had to jerk himself off several times to get that sweet release, but it was never enough. Finally he came up with a solution and decided to portray his dark fantasies in his art. At first he thought a few drawings would get the thoughts out of his system. But he was wrong. The more he drew the more excited he became and the more excited he became, the more he jerked himself off for that release. It was like he traded one security for another. He knew if he tried to fulfill his fantasies for real he would pay for it. The only option he had was suicide and he almost carried it out, until someone came into his life and told him differently. After that he felt better and felt like he was normal. He couldn't wait to meet him again so they could fulfill both their fantasies.

Doc Sampson stared hard into the watch he took apart. How amazing it was to see how man could create such a wonderful invention just by a few little microscopic devices. Almost like a puzzle, the only difference is that once they were put together it actually does something.

Doc was not always into machines. Matter of fact it was more like a therapeutic cover up. Something to get his mind off of major problems. He knew he wasn't the most attractive man on the planet, so he would go to strip bars, and was amazed to see tall beautiful women in all shapes, colors, and sizes with flexibilities and other talents he never knew any woman could do. The secret lap dances they give him were extraordinary. He never knew that his body could react like that just by them rubbing up against his privates. And for a second there he didn't think he could feel anything. That's when his experience turned into an obsession. He didn't call it a mistake but he had to feel more than what the stripper was giving him. So he took the risk and touched her. She didn't like that and yelled for the bouncer to come take him away. Those heartless bastards! How can they play on a man's feelings like that if he cannot experience the real thing? He thought about prostitution but thought why should he waste his hard earned money on some used up whore?

His first thought was to buy himself a handgun and revisit the strip club to show them who is really in charge. He almost carried away with his plan until he met him. A man who happens to be in the strip club the same time he was. He watched the whole thing. He inappropriately is touching the blonde headed bimbo, till the point where the bouncer grabbed him by his collar and forced him out of the club.

This man, no, his hero greeted himself and told him how he did not deserve to be treated like that and if he wanted payback. Angry and vengeful, Doc agreed. Together they waited until that same blonde bimbo came out of the strip club after her shift was over. It was a very long wait but as the man told him, patience is a virtue. And waiting for that dumb blonde haired bitch was worth the wait.

While she was headed to her car, the man made the first move and snuck up behind the woman covering her face with a cloth. Doc didn't know what that was supposed to do except the cloth was smothered in chloroform. The stuck up bitch tried to struggle as hard as she could, but the toxin was taking more effect than he realized. After a few minutes, the woman stopped struggling and Doc's new best friend nodded to let him know the coast was clear to come over and help. Doc didn't even hesitate. He quickly made his way pass the cars to help out his friend.

That night was one of the most memorable nights of his life. They tied her to a bed and waited until she woke up. The look of hysteria on her face was priceless. At first she was cursing screaming her head off demanding what was happening and why she was tied up, but Doc nor the man was giving her the satisfaction of answering any of her questions. Doc came into view and she finally recognized who he was. At first she acted like she was tough. Calling him out his name and demanding he untie her or he was going to regret it later. If the woman was free Doc may have taken her warning to heart. But the man is good when it comes to tying and knots, so her threats were empty.

"Go handle your business Doc," The man said in the darkness.

Doc did not hesitate. Of course what they were doing was wrong, but for some reason teaching this stuck up blonde haired, bitch a lesson felt so right. He did everything he wanted to make the poor bitch scream. And damn did she have a pair of lungs on her. But where they were at she could have screamed until her tonsils shot out of her mouth. No one was going to hear her. And that was the way Doc and the man wanted it. It was how they got off. Doc had some fun alright. And the best part was losing his virginity at 67.

Amanda sat at the bar drinking her apple martinee slowly as she looked around. The bar was very elegant the best in New York attracting the best customers. Mostly high class officials, doctors, surgeons, stockbrokers, and even lawyers come in and drink themselves half to death. Mostly because either they succeeded in saving someone's life, made big bank in the office, or one a major case and now celebrating for all those nights they spent working hard in college. It was also a place Amanda needed to make money. Some of these high class officials would get so drunk that once they spot her the only thing they would be thinking about is treating themselves to a nice piece of ass. And an expensive ass it is.

After hours of waiting until closing time, Amanda was really disappointed that none of the clients budged. But that was all it was, disappointment.

Amanda stood at the end of the street waiting to spot a taxi. Usually it would take a few minutes for a taxi to pass by, but for some reason they were taking their sweet time.

"Late night?" Amanda turned to a beautiful woman smiling back at her. Before she could answer, Amanda was taken aback by her beauty. She had beautiful, long, pitch black hair down to her shoulders. She was tall, slender, wearing a black dress that matched her hair and her eyes. Her tan vanilla skin looked so smooth and glamorous, Amanda couldn't help but stare.

"I guess you can say that?" Amanda finally spoke.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Oh, not long."

"You know I have a car just across the street. If you want I can give you a ride." The woman volunteered.

"Oh I don't want to trouble you," Amanda lied. She was just trying to be generous, but deep inside she really felt like going home, taking a shower, and jumping naked in her clean bed.

"Oh it's no trouble," The woman said flashing her beautiful smile. Damn did she have perfect teeth, "besides a young pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here alone waiting for a taxi to come by."

Amanda smiled. For some reason that sounded more like a hit on than a greeting. "Lead the way."

"Good," The woman reached out her hand to take Amanda's, "my name is Gloria. Gloria Estaban."

Amanda shook her hand. "Amanda. Amanda Hines."

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you." Gloria said flashing those wonderful teeth.

"Same to you." Amanda said.

After Amanda gave Gloria directions to her apartment complex.

"Here we are." Amanda said with a smile. "Thank you for the ride, I really needed it."

"Do you need to be accompanied to your apartment?" Gloria asked flashing those wonderful white teeth.

"Oh no, that's not necessary." Amanda said even though deep down she really was lying.

"Oh no, it won't be a problem. I would like us to become friends if you are interested?"

Amanda's eyes opened wide. Not many people become that bold to ask such a question. "Okay."

They both got out of the car and headed up the stone steps to the complex with Amanda leading the way. She typed in the code to open the door and both women walked up the steps to the second floor until they reached Amanda's door.