<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea wanted to stop Delgado as he poured out her purse, but she knew it would have been no use.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0040FF"> "Let me guess, sugar? For your coffee? Damn, Stevens, wasn't it enough that you ruined your career, you want to ruin your life now too?..." </span></span>for a moment she had thought he was actually concerned, until he threw the ultimatums at her. He had snatched her up and even her drugs couldn't numb her to his brutal touch, but she grit her teeth to prevent a cry of pain from coming out.<br/><br/>He opened her robe and gave her the second option--let him come to her apartment and fuck her. His finger traced over her breast and she took in a breath of air as her nipple tightened. Usually this sort of thing didn't turn her on, but with Delgado it seemed she couldn't help herself--still she was angry. He was right though, she didn't just strip--but she was still rather selective about who she fucked for pay. He shoved her back in the chair and sat down at the desk.<br/><br/>It was then he revealed his reason for coming by.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I don't know Delgado, are you talking about someone like you?"</span>she snapped, throwing the last two words out in a growl.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I got all sorts of guys who come by wanting this and that from me. You want a guy who can't take his eyes off me? Look in the mirror. Every damn guy who comes up to me asks for a special! You come waltzing up in here with your stupid intimidation tactics and---"</span>she paused suddenly as a memory filtered to her mind. A guy who had wanted to tie her up and introduce some knife play. If there was one thing Lea didn't do, it was let people tie her up. Well maybe if it were Delgado. She mentally shook the thought.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"...there was one guy...but I was..." </span>she trailed off, her eyes looking away in shame.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I was too fucked up to remember who he is or what he looks like...he wanted to tie me up and bring in 'knife play' and wanted me to let him hit me and shit. Said he'd pay me about five thousand dollars. It was tempting, but something really was fucked up about that guy so I told him to fuck off and the bouncer threw him out for me..."</span>