Generally, when you saw someone fast-walking down the street, it was a sign that they were up to something. Tamelyn was doing her best to get home as quickly as possible without rousing the attention or suspicion of any passers-by,<i>or</i>alerting her potential stalkers that she was on to them. She tried to avoid looking behind herself for fear it would only make her appear guilty of something, though when she did dare a glance back, she could have sworn she saw the two aliens who had been with the human among the crowd.<i>Shit.<br/>
</i><br/>The apartment complex was less than a block away. She could make if it she just kept walking. And if they caught up to her and tried to start something, well...her hands clenched around the handles of her bags, muscles tensing near-imperceptibly. She was no professional thug as those two might have been, but she wasn't defenseless either.<br/><br/>As she turned a corner to see the Thousand Arms, she realized with a stirring of cynical amusement that it was perhaps the happiest she had been to see the damn slum in months. As the doors parted to allow her in, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Safe, at least for now.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Jasmine's snark was cut off by a stifled moan as he ran a talon down the small of her back, tracing down the nerves just under her skin. The two had come to know eachother rather<i>intimately</i>, by now he knew all her weak spots just as she did his. She could feel his tail coiled and writhing inside her as he continued to dominate her, before he suddenly grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back with enough force to drive a yelp of pain out of her. He forced her to keep her eyes to the screen, watching two of his flunkies have their way with Nicole.<br/><br/>If the one thing she hated most was to watch her children be exploited, Koort forcing her to talk dirty was a close second. Perhaps that was why he seemed so keen on it. She forced down a rise of bile, but conceded, if only out of the hope that it meant she would be allowed to leave sooner. "We both know that I can take a whole lot more abuse than she can." she murmured, shifting her hips against his tail, "and I know you like playing rough.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Nicole, for her part, had her hands full--both figuratively and literally. Bent over one of the roulette tables, it was all she could do to stay conscious in the face of such overwhelming stimulation. Generally, the bouncers and staff were not allowed to touch the girls without Koort's permission, though he occasionally used them as a reward for a job well done or a profit made. The two saurians were taking full advantage of this privilege, with one taking her from behind, talons wrapped around the smooth skin of her hips as he thrusted away, and another gripping her head and forcing his cock into her mouth while her hands worked his balls. She wasn't aware that one of the security cameras was trained or them, nor that her mother was being forced to watch the display. She had come to hate Koort just as much as her mother, though, and the idea of shooting the scaly bastard was one of the few things that kept her going.