Dirty Break (18+)

In Which Connections are Made

"Good Morning, Mr Valentine."

Lydia was exhausted. Although usually Leon was the most demanding of her meetings on any given day, all of the men she had seen today had been determined to be awkward. None of her questions had led to answer that she could lead on from and she was sorely missing her bed.

"Good Morning, Miss Granger. I await the inane questions you have for me with bated breath."

That was it. Lydia had been saving a particular topic for when she had a bit more of a handle on Leon and knew where it would lead, but she needed some material, and she needed it desperately.

"Who would you say is the most important person in the world to you, Leon? Somebody who might convince you to try and be a better man?"

Leon was always still; he didn't fidget about like the other people she saw, but the stillness that came over him when she asked that question was another level.

"I am who I am, there's no changing me."

Bingo.

"Of course not, Mr Valentine - why change perfection, after all? But surely there's somebody who makes you want to try?"

"Why don't you get to the point you're trying to make?"

"I found out you had a sister."

"Well aren't you the new investigative brain to watch? How did you find that out? Wikipedia? Google?"

She ignored him, purely because she knew she was getting somewhere.

"Nobody knows what happened to her, do they, Leon? Plenty of true crime websites debate what they think happened to her, but nobody actually knows."

"Are you suggesting I had something to do with the disappearance of my own sister?"

That hadn't been what she was getting at at all - but there was definitely something there in the way he said it, in the way that the sneer didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I wasn't suggesting that at all. I wonder now if I should have been, however."

"Do you make yourself cum often, Lydia?"

"W...what?"

It was like a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde situation; every time he called her by her first name she knew that he was going to say something vulgar. She should have expected it too, after getting somewhere with the matter of his sister.

"If I were you, that's all I'd do. I wouldn't have had time for any criminal activities, real or imagined. I'd be sat naked in front of a mirror with my fingers buried inside my cunt."

"Valentine! Do I have to warn you every time?"

Leon paid absolutely no attention to the guard.

"I mean, honestly. I don't like you, Miss Granger. You've completely fucked up the status quo of this shit-hole with your TV show - but you know what? I bet you have a beautiful pussy. I've put a great deal of thought into the matter, in fact."

"Valentine, honestly. Leave off it or you go back in your cell."

"I'm not going to be put off asking questions because you throw a few variations of that word at me, Leon. If imagining my pussy makes you feel a little bit better then you carry on, but I'm not going anywhere."

"So brave, Miss Granger. Willing to stand up for your convictions? Or just that fame hungry that putting up with me is worth it?"

"Nobody's that fame hungry, Leon."

"That's where you're wrong. I've had women willing to spread their legs for me in the hopes that I'll get them into clubs, that I'll get their name in the papers, that they'll get an in somewhere. Why should you be any different?"

"I want to get where I'm going on my own merit. I don't want to trade my body for someone to do me a favour for me to maybe get famous. I studied the media for years; this is what I want to do with my life. And, honestly, all the success in my field would not be enough to get me so spread my legs for you."

Aware that the situation was going downhill swiftly, she motioned to the guard that she was done. Leon looked pleased, as though his work was done, but frankly she didn't give a shit what he thought. He made her do and say things that she would have never envisioned and that scared her a little, honestly. She'd never changed her ways for any man and she sure as shit didn't mean to start by changing them for a criminal who was as bad as he looked good.

"That's it, run along, Miss Granger. Come back again when you  have something new and interesting to say ... I won't hold my breath."