All in a Days Work Pt.2
This took way to freaking long to do. But I'm happy with the way it's turned out however. Five pages in my word processer, over two thousand words. Damn I am good. But still angry at myself for the delay, school amongst personal issues took away valuable time. I hope you all enjoy it though. I'll start working on Part 3 after the Regatta ends down here. Wuff is gonna get DRUNK!
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"What...the fuck."
He stared down into the trunk of the car, ignoring the large bundle of cash almost entirely. Laying in front him was a bound and gagged lioness, dressed in only a pair of matching red bra and panties. He was unsure of how to proceed. This didn't happen on regular occasion for him, granted his "Clients" had sometimes given him bonuses for a job well done. But these extra rewards usually consisted of money or in some cases drugs. Which he never used, would screw his body up and possibly make him ineffective as a hit man so he wound up dumping the drugs in a river and going home. But for some reason he felt uneasy, but the time for considerations would have to wait. He needed to get out of that neighborhood and back to his safe house. All this time he had been ignoring the grunts of the lioness and continued to do so when he slammed the trunk on her again. He had to get out and that's what he did. He climbed into the Mustang and burned rubber, whipping out of the garage and onto the street. A million questions went through his head but they all lead to the same conclusion, he needed the woman. She could provide him with the answers one way or another.
A few hours and a couple speed bumps later and he found himself in front of a large abandoned warehouse. Stepping out of the car he made his way to the trunk where soft thumping sounds could be heard.
"Please stop, you'll scratch or break something. In the car I mean."
The thumps only got louder and he sighed heavily, popping the trunk as a tangle of tied limbs emerged from the confines of the trunk.
"Stay still god damn it, if you stop moving I can take you out of the trunk and cut your bindings."
The limbs stopped thrashing and went still, allowing him to reach his arms underneath her small frame and lift her with relative ease. A small hint of red breaking through his black fur, though barely noticeable. Setting her down against one of the wheels of the car he reached into one of his dress pants pockets and withdrew a small switchblade and cut the tape that held her paws and legs together. The lioness promptly stood up and rubbed her chafed wrists.
"Ok, where do you want to do this? This place isn't exactly "romantic" pal."
The wolf could only cock his head to the side and lift an eyebrow.
"Are you going to fuck me or not!"
The wolf folded his arms together and glared at the lioness.
"If you haven't noticed by now, I don't have any interest in fucking you. I did my job and only asked for money. Instead I get this car and then to my surprise I find a woman bound and gagged in the trunk!"
His calm, monotone voice shocked the lioness. She wasn't expecting that kind of voice.
"Then...wait." She paused and took a moment to look over her potential "captor". He wasn't a tall fellow, but for a wolf he seemed to be just happy with his size. Not too tall but short enough that you wouldn't be able to pick him out in a crowd. His clothes were bland and inconspicuous. A black trench coat on top of what appeared to be a gray T-shirt underneath. Below the belt he wore a pair of blue jeans; the knees were torn allowing patches of fur to sneak out. "Just who the hell are you?"
"Well I'm certainly not some kind of bum."
"Very funny, now why don't you tell the truth instead?"
He scoffed. "What explanation do I owe you? I think it's the other way around no? Who the hell are you and what the hell were you doing bound and gagged in the back of my car? Better yet, wait. Go over to that warehouse and go inside I'll meet you in there and then you and I can...talk." With that he got back into the car and drove off, leaving the lioness in a trail of dust.
A few minutes later the wolf returned on foot to the derelict warehouse and found the lioness standing against one of the pillars, playing with one of her claws. "Wow, you actually stayed put. I'm amazed."
"It's not like I had a choice, I don't know where I am so I figured my best bet was too wait around."
"...Right, well then let's get inside."
The lioness couldn't explain it but the way the wolf moved and the way his voice soothed her apparent woes. Yet there was something about the wolf that she couldn't put her finger on. Ignoring her instincts she followed him into the warehouse, down a flight of stairs and found herself staring at a large metal door with a single keyhole and handle. The wolf rummaged around in his trench coat for a moment before pulling out a single key. As he inserted it, her sensitive ears could pick up the tumblers falling into place. When he turned the handle and opened the door she could almost feel her jaw hit the stairs. She was expecting a dreary and simple room. A cot and small fire or blanket and a pile of dirty laundry, instead she found a shag rug, a queen sized bed and a simple but elegant kitchen.
"The bathroom is down the hall on the right. It's a small room, used to be a broom closet or something I think. The bedroom is right across from the bathroom." He turned around and grinned at her dropped jaw. "What? Were you expecting a hovel, perhaps a blanket and a pile of dirty laundry? My good lady, I am an assassin. Hit man in your terms, I get paid very well to end the lives of others." His façade of a terribly done British accent failed in a moment and the lioness found him speaking in his low monotone voice again. "You can stay here for a few days if you wish, I have no quarrel with you. It just so happened you were found in my trunk, I'm not going to kill you or rape you. Just help you get out and on your feet again." The wolf left her side and began busying himself in the kitchen. "I don't have any women's clothing, but I do have some sweatshirts and pants in the bedroom if you want to get a little more...modest. I'll prepare a quick meal, I hope you're hungry...I'm making scrambled eggs."
The lioness only gave him silence, still reeling from everything. Today's media taught her that a hit man was a vile, overweight animal who lived in a hole, who would try to rape her at the first chance he got. Instead she found herself in the company of a handsome wolf with a strange allure to him. His "home" was a well furnished basement. The thoughts swam through her head as she moved down the hall and into what she assumed was his bedroom and found a small dresser. Upon opening it she found amongst the various shirts a butterfly knife and a silenced pistol, she rolled her eyes and took a light brown t-shirt from the dresser and slipped it on. Moving down to another drawer she found the sweatpants and slipped them on, taking a moment to run to the bathroom and check herself out in the grimy mirror.
"It's not Tesco but it will do for now." She promptly turned on her heel, and was startled to find her captor leaning against the door jam. "Hey...thanks. For the clothes I mean and not...raping me I guess." The wolf cocked an eyebrow and let out a hearty chuckle. Getting up from the door, the figure moved back down the hall leaving her to just stare at him in confusion. He had set two plates each with a helpful amount of scrambled eggs and was already digging in when she joined him. "I don't think I ever got your name..." She took her fork and started eating.
"That's because I haven't given it too you yet. My name is Saint, John Saint if it makes you feel better and what's yours?"
She giggled a bit." My name is Jessica. Jessica Robin."
John struck his paw out over the table. "It's a pleasure." The lioness seemed a bit reluctant at first; probably still deciding whether or not she could trust him he figured. But could he blame her? She was kidnapped, thrown into the trunk of a car for lord knows how long, rescued by him and now she's eating a home cooked meal with a stranger. But she did take his paw and gave a rough, but reassuring shake. He smiled inwardly,
"What...should I do John? I'm assuming that you're going to let me go but I have no idea where I am."
He put his fork down and folded his paws together. "I can give you some money and you can go out onto the street. There's a bus station down the road, goes everywhere in the city. You should be home before noon...unless of course, you don't want to go home."
The lioness just looked at him dumbfounded. "What? Are you crazy? What in the world makes you think I'd want to stay here?"
"It was only a stab in the dark. Maybe things at home aren't...exactly what a home should be. Maybe the reason you were plucked off the street was because you went out for a walk and time to think. Instead you were forced into a car or a van by some hooded fiends. But maybe it's not bad now? You could have been off worse as opposed to my former employer thinking that I needed some kind of release." His cold voice sent a chill down her spine, the way he spoke would send even the most fearsome lion to his knees but she was torn on how to feel. On one paw she felt safe around him, despite only knowing of his "profession" but on the other manicured paw there was this cold, calculating side. The way he spoke was the biggest indicator that he was hiding something else. What was surprising to her was how casually he spoke about his profession. When they finished eating he invited her over to a pair of leather chairs and they talked.
As the hours passed John was in the kitchen again. Not making dinner but mixing the few alcoholic beverages he kept around his various safe houses. It felt nice to be at ease again but somewhere in the back of his mind a little gin devil was poking his brain, but he ignored it. The wolf could only shake his head; he would never have guessed a lioness to be a light weight. Three mixed drinks and her words were already beginning to slur. Still, better to drink with someone than alone he rationalized and the way Jessica was going he wouldn't even let her near the door.
The night passed by, with stories of his past hits and her past boyfriends. John had to admit that she had surprised him. Not only could she hold a drink but her stories could sometimes hold par to his. Though it could be the booze talking but somehow dating a lion with a prick the size of his smallest claw could hold par to smashing through a window with nothing but a knife and a few flashbangs and still coming out with only a minor burn to the arm was pretty damn impressive. Returning with drinks in hand he handed hers off and sat back down in his leather chair.
"I still don't believe you." He said.
"What? Oh you're still going on about Jacob? I swear!" She held out her paws, shortening the distance between them until they came to the "appropriate size". "He was THIS big. When his friend came out to play it barely stuck out of the fur!" Her maw burst open in laughter, drops of her drink flying every which way while John could only look at her and stare both amazed and perhaps a little scared. "But what about you Mr. Saint who's the lucky lady who had a chance to taste your saber?"
There were few times in his life when John was truly surprised. This wasn't one of them; he was more taken back by the question. "Well...uh... "The alcohol had taken its toll finally and he found himself at a loss for words.
"Oh gods...don't tell me YOU'RE A VIRGIN?" She blurted the words out, the gin rolling off her tongue.
"What? No you drunk fool, I've had sex before."
"OK. When?"
"..."
"HA! You ARE a virgin!"
"Africa."
"What?"
"Her name was Shari, a jackal in the city when I was on a job. She turned out later to be a hit man hired by the bull I had killed earlier. She seduced me then tried to kill me. I pinned her down and let her go without any weapons or my life. Not something I like to talk about in terms of someone's first time."
Jessica sat there in shocked silence, or maybe it was a drunken stupor. "I'm...sorry I didn't mean to tease you before."
"It's OK, completely understandable." He smiled lightly.
"You...you have a very nice smile." She got up, her knees knocking together slightly as she began to walk to where John was sitting.
"Jessica? Sit down; you're going to hurt yourself."
But she just kept on walking, the drink spilling onto the floor as it fell from her paw. Without warning John found himself being straddled by the lioness. "Jessica..."
But she cut him off. "Why so serious John? Why must you always be so serious? Cut loose and just...enjoy life." She lowered her maw a mere inch away from his, she could feel the warm air escaping his lungs against her lips.
END PART 2
(God..I'm going to hell.)