After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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"Ira Gianopolous, at your service. And you're welcome," he said pompously. "You're Lana and Raya Loveridge, no?"
"Okay, lets say we are. What's it matter?" Lana replied.
The tall man, light on his feet, glided closer to Lana, so that he stood above her and her face was even with his chest. "Because, I am to find a Lana and a Raya Loveridge and watch over them, that's what it matters," he said.
"Says who?" demanded Raya.
"My dear friend, their late grandfather," he said surely, as though he'd been challenged. "Last time I came to visit-"
His reply seemed too mechanical to her. She got the inkling that he'd prepared to give that very answer before he'd been asked.
"Excuse moi? Gramps never informed us about anyone coming to visit, let alone anyone coming to 'protect' us. Are you drunk? High, maybe? Please don't tell me you're a crack head," Raya scoffed.
Lana chuckled then lifted her index finger to her lips to indicate a hush motion at Raya. Raya shushed her taunting, but crossed her arms with a determined glare at Ira.
Where have I seen you? she wondered.
Lana dug into her pocket removing a wadded up five dollar bill.
"Here. It's all I've got on me," she said holding it out to him.
"Who are you really?" Raya piped up again.
"I'm not a bum; I dont want your money," he murmured. "Nor am I drunk or high."
The girl's grew uneasy as he sauntered toward them, even though he locked his hands politely behind his back to show no ill will.
Lana seemed to grow courage once she realized he wasn't much of a threat at the moment. She advanced on the stranger, penetrating his metaphorical bubble of personal space. She sized him up with her shoulders back and her chest puffed out like an alpha chimp. He didn't budge or flinch, as she had hoped. Instead, he smiled looking down at her...way down, with a taunting, alluring gaze. His smirk was maddening. It made lana want to rip his face off, as though removing a Halloween mask.
Raya snorted. "Come on, Lana, let's get out of here. Let this wacko roam the woods and rave alone." She flipped her hair and strutted off like a baney rooster, giving a tiny "hmph," as she slung open the driver's side of the big truck. Blue suede met with her bottom as she flopped in the seat.
Lana poked two dainty fingers into the handsome giant's solid chest, and tried her best not to show her surprise at his fitness. "Stay away, you hear? I don't want no trouble."
She gave him a tiny sniff, wiggling her nose the way Samantha always did on that witch show.
"Damn if you don't smell like trouble - among other things, but I won't go there, because I am a lady," she added with a slanted smirk.
