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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"What is that?" Ira inquired, twirling an index finger at Lana's mouth.
An embarrassed Lana pawed at her lips assuming he meant the dried clotted, blood that still consumed the bottom half of her face.
"I'm not talking about the innards dear." Ira laughed. "I was talking about your smile. It's beautiful. If I'm not mistaken, I've seen you smile on only one other occasion..."
"When?" Lana asked in a high pitch, drawing her brows together. At what point had she slipped and showed him anything but annoyance?
"When you kneed me in the goods, darling," he said sarcasticly, quick to cover his crotch in a joking manner.
Lana couldn't help but to chuckle slightly reminesing on the . "Well, you desevered it!" she spout, argueing her point. "And don't make me laugh. I don't like you!" She hoped her lie wouldn't be overtaken by the grin that still tried to break through her mock-harsh face.
"Lana, darling, nobody ever deserves such a low blow," Ira disputed nonchalantly.
"Look, buster," Lana shot him her stank eye. "First of all, don't try to "woo" me." She made sure to add air quotes along with a sassy sway of her head. "Second, I dish out what I feel is deserved. It's a little thang called justice, ever hear of it?"
"So that guy back there, he deserved it?"
Lana was stumped. How could he inquire something to which he was the cause of, blaming it on her? She couldn't even reply to that.
"Relax, he was a bad man. One I'm sure you would have taken care of eventually anyway."
It was as though Ira merely seemed to love firing lana up. She was begininng to think he got off on it.
"Screw you," she said.
"You're a hell cat, you know?" Ira said, giving her ear a little flick with his fingers.
"Fuck off." Lana swatted at his hand. "I'm far from a feline! Quite the opposite actually, neanderthal. Get your facts right before speaking," she growled.
Ira's winced. "Ouch! Are you always so wound up, little girl?"
"No!" she sputtered. "Only when arrogant guys annoy the fuck out of me and think they know everything about everything." Then, feeling like she'd stung him pretty good, she shot him a Betty Boop wink to seal the deal, and partly to be a little flirty. "Know what I mean?"
Ira seemed pleased with her for some reason. Maybe he saw through her. It was driving her crazy. Lana could hear Raya and Bruce coming up behind them. It made her feel awkward to know they were looking at them right now.
"Ugh. Why are we still arm and arm? You ain't my man," she insisted.
Although, a boyfriend would be nice about now, she thought silently. She had kept her thoughts about Robby dormant. It was better that way; he was never good for her or to her really. Not ever. It had felt like such a long time since Lana was really appreciated by a man. Ira's compliments, though sometimes extreme, touched her in an odd way.
