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THE TABLE WAS silent, all eyes turned to the relaxed form seated comfortably in the middle of the booth. By some unspoken rule, no one sat closer than 2 feet from the blond, it would have been foolhardy to have presumed any other arrangement. Cirra was smiling, a cat-like expression crossing on her face. Anyone who would have seen the look would have known that the smile was coming from someplace different than actual happiness or good feeling. It was a predatory smile and coupled with the spark of something wild in her brown eyes, it made Cirra look all that more dangerous.
With her hands casually folded on the tabletop, she flicked her eyes over first to Teddy and then slowly, with a lazy roll of her head to Valerie, she pinned the girl with a hard stare as her smile faded, replaced by a tight-lipped sneer, her eyes hardening.
"So deal."
Her voice was no-nonsense and held a trace of edgy menace that made the girl with her tough crew-cut and her badass leather feel like she was just about to deal with the devil. Her previous delivery of a young boy to Cirra was easy enough, the kid's parents disowned him when they found out he was gay and had thrown him out years before. Valerie found him strung out, penny-less, and trying to make a living on the streets, selling his body. Hell, that kid had almost begged Valerie to take him to Cirra, promises of different arrangements luring him to go willingly. She didn't want to think about whether those promises of a new life ever came true.
Valerie steeled herself and let her light blue eyes find Cirra's as she took a drink of her beer before she spoke. Mustering up a small reserve of bravado, she swallowed and spoke, affecting a cockiness she really didn't have with the blond who lounged in the booth like a deadly panther would in the jungle.
"She's exactly what you want. Innocent and stupid. Plus the fact that she's a virgin makes her even more valuable. I found her and I want a fair price for her."
Cirra stared at her a bit longer, her eyes seeming to bore through Valerie with an unworldly power. With another smile, the blond's voice held a hint of amusement, though the undercurrent of it was far from amused.
"Oh, you do, do you? A fair price, huh?"
Valerie tried to hold Cirra's eyes longer, but they dropped to the table for a moment before she collected her thoughts again. She knew she was playing with fire here and she was going to have to make her case or lose everything. She knew Cirra's reputation and knew what happened to people who tried to double-cross her. That edge of fear made Valerie determined to save her ass and get something in the bargain. All she'd have to do was get her price and get out of town before Cirra discovered what Lisa had mumbled on her way in the club. Val suspected Lisa had a sister, from a few off-hand comments, but Lisa had never come out and confirmed it. Well, it was simple enough, Valerie was going to have to lie like her life depended upon it...because it did. Lifting her eyes, Valerie smiled as she spoke again. Her voice becoming stronger as she presented her merchandise and the deal.
"Yes, I think I deserve it for this one, Cirra. She's got no family, she said they all died in a house fire when she was young. She was staying with some second cousin or something on a farm in Indiana. She's not bad looking, easily talked into things, and most importantly, she's never been had."
At this, Valerie's eyes lit up as she watched Cirra gaze at her with mild interest, propping her chin in her hand on the table. With a raise of her eyebrow, Cirra purred.
"Go on.."
Teddy and Tara tried to make themselves inconspicuous in the booth, quietly watching the deal. They had learned long ago that if they wanted to survive in Cirra's world, they would speak when spoken to and do as she said. Teddy's loyalty was assured by his misguided and impossible love for the blond. His sister Tara, on the other hand, had dreams of becoming Cirra's right hand, insinuating herself into this dangerous world. She watched the exchange more to learn than anything else.
Valerie took a sip of her beer and crossed her legs, her eyes catching a waiter, his bare chest and tight leather pants coming towards them. He was young, maybe eighteen, but he was muscular and like the rest of the waiters here, he wore a black bandana nestled in the leather of his right back pocket. Holding up her bottle and giving it a little shake, she ordered another before she turned back to Cirra. She feeling much more confident now as she leaned back against the leather of the booth. Her voice went cocky as she smiled.
"She's perfect for your needs, Cirra, and I can make her disappear from my end of things. Clean wipe and a virgin. In fact, I think she's worth fair price and a little extra. I want twenty thousand in cash and 2 ounces."
The table was silent again, as they all turned to Cirra. Twenty thousand plus more than half that price in smack was mighty high for a deal. Cirra paid no more than fifteen total for anyone. She narrowed her brown eyes at Valerie and sat there quietly, absorbing the tone of voice and the words with great interest. Slowly, she leaned back in the booth, a smile in place. Oh, this one was good. Young and cocky. Too bad she made the mistake of trying to run the show. Pity.
Flicking her eyes over to Teddy, she nodded and made him move out of the booth without a word. Leisurely, she edged her way out, her shiny black leather pants sliding against the soft leather of the booth. As she stood at the edge of the table, she turned her head out towards the dance floor below her as Teddy settled back into the booth. Three sets of eyes in the booth watched as Cirra stood there for a second and then glided over to the railing. Valerie sensed a bit of a change and nervously glanced at Teddy whose eyes were solely on his blond mistress.
With her back to the booth, Cirra stood casually at the balcony railing. The painted on leather pants and black bustier clung like second skin to her thin body, the curves of her hips and breast perfectly outlined by the leather. With her shoulders bare, blond hair cascaded down in wild tangles. A pair of high-heeled boots held her toned form in perfect height. Even though she was thin, muscles were evident across her shoulders and bare arms. With a graceful stance, Cirra arched her back and stretched, her arms spread out to the side as the lines of her body curved with her stretch. Her hands and fingers spread out and wiggled just a bit. Unseen by the occupants of the booth, she was smiling with her eyes closed as she inhaled a breath. The music in the club and the patrons were forgotten as the feline mistress of Cirra's Cage prepared to bite.
With a relaxed turn, the tall blond faced the wide booth with a menacing smile and slowly sauntered over to it, her hips swaying as her leather-clad body came to a stop at the edge of the table. At that moment, the young waiter walked up and touched Valerie's drink against Cirra's bare arm, nudging her out of the way and making the hugest on-the-job mistake ever by interrupting one of Cirra's deals. He was new. And stupid. And doomed.
Cirra's face changed in a fraction of a second, the smile gone from her lips and eyes. With unbelievable speed, she elbowed the tall bare-chested waiter in the throat, dropping him to his knees as the beer crashed to the floor and broke. Everyone on the balcony turned and started to depart, knowing that the safest place in the bar at this moment was the dance floor. With a snarl, Cirra reached out and grabbed his hair and yanked his face to hers as her leathered knee drove into his stomach. Doubled over, the man groaned before the blond pulled his head up again and backhanded him with her fist, a light spray of blood from his mouth landing on Valerie. With a growl as dark as the atmosphere in the club, Cirra spat down at him.
"You stupid fuck! Don't you ever touch me without my permission again! And don't..."
She backhanded him again, sending more blood on Valerie who was watching wide-eyed and dumbstruck. She had heard about Cirra's unpredictable mood swings and violence, but she had never seen it first hand. She realized that she had assumed that interacting with this woman was going to be a nice, normal business deal. Unfortunately, the deal was nice and normal AND as insane as Cirra was. Teddy and Tara were used to this, having witnessed this power and aggression from their boss enough times to know when to keep their mouths shut. Cirra's voice was an edgy knife cutting through to the disoriented waiter.
"Don't you ever interrupt me again. Do you understand me?"
Through the pain, the waiter gasped and nodded. He had learned his lesson the hard way, but it was one he'd never make again. Getting a job here working for Cirra was important to him, in fact, he wanted to serve this violent woman if it killed him. She had that kind of power over people, and over men. With a soft voice, he lowered his aching head and heaved a breath.
"Yes, Mistress Cirra."
The blond smiled, her face transforming again as she looked down at him. Valerie watched as Cirra reached over and took a napkin, one hand gently caressing the side of the waiter's face while the other dabbed the blood from his busted lip. Running her hand through his dark hair, she smiled down at him and nodded, his dismissal clear in her gestures. Valerie watched as Cirra's eyes followed him away from the table before turning back to them with a sweet smile on her face. It was like she could turn it on and off at will with little or no thought.
And that fucking scared the shit out of Valerie.
Cirra let her fingertips play with the edge of the table before her eyes found Valerie's. The blond bit her lip gently as she smiled down at the girl trying to deal with her. Such a pity. Too bad.
"Valerie, dear, why don't we go downstairs and take a little look at your virgin before we settle on a price, hmm? I always make it a practice to examine the goods before I pay."
Cirra's voice was light and airy, almost lyrical as she spoke and her brown eyes sparkled. Letting her hand curve down along the length of her shiny leathered hip, she winked.
"I'd hate to find out something is wrong with the merchandise. I'm so picky about these things. Call me crazy but I'm sure you understand."
Valerie nodded as her heart pounded in her chest. Oh, she could call Cirra many things, crazy being right up there at the top. More importantly though, dangerous and possibly homicidal came to mind and Valerie had a feeling she had over-stepped her bounds. She was way out of her league and she was beginning to think she had made the biggest mistake of her young life...challenging Cirra Callistone.
Leon looked over at the nearly unconscious girl, curled up in a ball on the floor. For the last half hour or so, she had been mumbling incoherently to him and darting her eyes around wildly, looking for who knows what. All of a sudden, she had gotten really quiet and scared and had pressed herself into the corner of the room. With a look of utter terror on her face, Leon had watched the girl wrap her arms around herself and sink to the floor. Her long dark-brown hair was disheveled and she had lost one of her shoes, her skirt riding up her leg unnoticed. Whatever they had given her, she was totally out of it now.
A knock sounded against the door and he cracked it open, looking out to see Teddy's face in the dark hallway. The storage room he was located in was situated down the hall in the back of the building, through a set of double doors blocking patrons using the restrooms from the back of the club. Teddy grunted at him and he opened the door wide to allow entrance.
Teddy entered, followed by Cirra who wore a serious look on her face, her walk purposeful and to the point. Tara kept her smart mouth shut and followed after the blond, taking in everything and ready to offer any service Cirra might want from her. Last, Valerie came into the crowded room nervously, her eyes scanning until they fell on Lisa's form. Thankfully, it appeared her roommate wasn't going to be able to blow things for her by talking. She'd be lucky to even make her drug-filled body open her eyes.
Cirra stepped over to the girl laying curled on the floor and crossed an arm over her chest while the other hand held her chin. Looking down, she surveyed the dark-haired girl, her finger running over the smooth skin of her jaw. With a head roll to the side, Cirra's brown eyes found Valerie's and she spoke.
"Name?"
Valerie took a step forward and stood behind Cirra, peering around her bare shoulder to the ground, her roommate's low murmurs barely audible.
"Lisa."
Cirra nodded and turned back to the girl. She looked healthy and young enough. Despite the hallucinogenic stupor she was in now, she'd be in fine shape for the transport in a few days. Once they got her started with doses every couple of hours, she'd be hooked by the time she was due to be shipped out. Easier to control that way. Cirra's eyes roamed over Lisa appraisingly. Yes. She would do just fine for the Far East shipment. They paid higher prices for American virgin females over there compared to the South American and European markets. Of course, money wasn't everything. Cirra smiled to herself. No. Every soul she bought and sold brought another one down to join her. Misery loves company. Maybe, one day, everyone would be as dead inside as she was. Oh, what fun that would be. The smile left Cirra's face as her booted foot reached out and nudged against Lisa, her voice low and deceptively soothing.
"Lisa, honey, can you hear me?"
The girl simply moaned, her brain completely fogged by the acid she had been given combined with the other drugs she had at Teddy's place. She couldn't have answered even if she wanted. Cirra crouched down and let her fingers move through the long strands of brown hair at Lisa's face. So sweet. So innocent.
Cirra stood slowly, turned to Valerie and smiled, her lips parting wide to reveal perfect white teeth. Reaching out, the tall blond took Valerie's chin in one hand and moved closer, her chocolate brown eyes dancing. Purring down at the shorter woman, Cirra's other hand brushed against the girl's cheek.
"Valerie, let's make a deal, hmm?"
Valerie swallowed, the closeness of the dangerous woman unnerving her. She looked into brown and nodded, her voice croaking out a word.
"Ok.."
Cirra smiled even more widely and came in closer until her leather bustier pressed against Valerie's own leather coat. Vaguely, the New York girl detected the faintest hint of cinnamon coming from the blond before, surprisingly, Cirra's lips touched against her own in a kiss that would seal her fate.
Cirra pulled back and smiled, her hands holding Valerie's face between them in a gentle caress. With a light shrug of her shoulder, the blond let her brown eyebrow raise before she winked down at Valerie. At that exact moment, Valerie's world went black and she slumped to the floor in a boneless heap.
"Nighty-night."
Cirra laughed as she looked over at Teddy whose hand held a thick black club and who had used it to smash against the back of Valerie's head, rendering her unconscious. Teddy lowered his eyes and nodded his love and submission to Cirra while Tara and Leon looked on. Cirra tipped back her head and laughed more, the sound of it making Lisa curl further into a ball before her body too went blank. With an amused tone, the blond clasped her hands together and gleefully proclaimed.
"It's two-for-one night! Cirra wins again!"
CHAPTER 9
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