Post by Camille on Aug 19, 2020 0:43:57 GMT 1
She was on her way to the bar when she overheard a conversation she didn’t like. Camille stood at the edge of the dark alleyway dressed in leather. Her silhouette could be seen through the steam coming from a loose pipe. The pimp was preaching like he was giving a sermon at church. She arched a brow when the pimp grabbed his crotch in front of the underage girls.
“You're gonna suck my cock whenever I want. You got that? Also, you are gonna give me all the money you make. I will be in charge of when you can sleep or eat. You got it?” The pimp smirked.
“Hey!” Camille shouted.
The pimp looked up, clearly annoyed. “You got a problem?”
“Yes...I do. Your face….I can’t stand your face.” Camille chuckled and came at him.
The pimp opened a butterfly-blade and came at her. When he got close enough, Camille kicked him in the chest hard with her high heel boot. The butterfly-blade slid across the alley way as the asshole fell on his back. The girls screamed and came to stand behind Camille. The pimp got up and rubbed his chest with a look of pain on his expression. Once again, he came at her with his fist raised. She open-hand slapped him across the face from the left to the right at a high speed that spun him around and had him stumbling into the garbage sacks on the ground.
Camille through her head back and laughed.
The pimp spit the blood from his mouth, “You bitch.” He pulled a gun from his back pocket. He got up, moving slowly. Probably from doing drugs. The girls whimpered behind her. Camille kicked the gun out of his hand. She grabbed his face while forcefully walking him backwards and squeezed his cheeks together. His back hit the bricked wall. “Shut your dirty filthy mouth you meat stick.” She said through clenched teeth. “If I see your face again you’ll be just another missing person.” She roughly released his face and smiled. “Get out of my sight.”
Without a word the pimp took off in a dead run and out of sight.
Camille turned to the girls and pulled out a wade of cash. “Get something to eat. Get a motel room for the night. Go home or go to a shelter. If I catch you out here again well...I’m not a good doer. Get out of my face.” She smirked. The girls took the cash and looked at each other and then at her. They beat the pavement, leaving her alone. The way she liked it.