"I said I didn't have anything." Ashleigh snarled, but her words had no effect. She couldn't really blame her. The tight camo pants she wore could have been paint against her silk skin, but when you grew up on the streets like Ashleigh had, you became aware that there were always places to hide weapons. But she was unarmed. The youth shelter she had stayed at a few nights ago has a strict no weapons policy, and there was no way that she knew of to get a knife passed a metal detected. It had been so long since the last time Ashleigh had needed a blade to protect herself that she hadn't yet bothered with getting a new one - a mistake she was very much regretting now.<br/><br/>Not that a knife would have done her any good. She was pinned to the wall so effectively that even if she had one stuffed down her pants or tucked between her breasts, she would never have been able to bring it to bear on her opponent. Ashleigh was beaten, and she knew it. But she refused to accept it.<br/><br/>"Whatever." She dismissed the woman who had apparently caught her red handed. There was no use denying it now. She'd slipped up, got greedy. Now she was terrified and in a very bad situation.<em>I've been in worse,</em>she thought blandly, but didn't know if it was true. She'd pissed off the wrong person tonight.<br/><br/>"Look. Just take your shit back and leave the rest." Ashleigh pleaded as she watched her nights work spill down into the murky puddles, some of the bills floating away while she was still pinned to the brick wall. She did not want to spend another rainy night out in the open. That money was all she had by way of hope to get herself a motel for the night. Fuck going back to the shelter.<br/><br/>"Come on, I need that." She squirmed in the others grip, but to no avail. She wouldn't be free. "I can earn it back." She said, though it was a stab in the dark. A lot of shady looking people took sexual favours in exchange for goods from boys and girls alike, whether they were gay, straight, male or female. It didn't matter, because it felt good and nobody else knew. Not everyone was so open, though, and Ashleigh had no way of knowing if this woman was gay or straight. But she needed that money. She needed that money, and she didn't want to get killed if the cunt decided that Los Angeles wouldn't miss just another delinquent street girl. "Anything you want. Come on. I need that fucking money." Besides, wasn't like she was going to go through with it anyways. Ashleigh wasn't strong, but she was fast. Wait for the bitch to loosen her grip, then she'd bolt. Wasn't like she had a gun. Knives were a lot easier to outrun than bullets.