A male throat cleared and Darvin spoke. “Her ‘friend’ can speak for himself and don’t act like you don’t know I know what’s going on. You don’t use my charge as a bait and switch lure to steal food from people here by acting like a fast piece of ass or people will treat you like a fast piece of ass.” He said, then pushed the plate of fish… delicious looking fish… away from the Kelvic.
“Leave that Kelski. We’ve got better things to do.” He said, studying Thorne and looking her up and down. Kelski could tell Darvin was on something tonight. He’d had an ale or two, but to judge by his drinking habits, it wasn’t enough to even remotely take the edge of his act of sobriety. And he was aggressive, more so than usual, which usually meant he was taking something he’d been cooking… a new drug of one type or another. Kelski didn’t like him in these moods. He barked orders and was pushy, with an edge to his words that reminded her of a dog’s snarl.
“Yes he did say something about you…. That you were bad news to my little bird… bad bad news.” Darvin said, catching up Thorne’s wrist and pulling her to her feet. “Kelski, come.” He said, catching the Kelvic by the other wrist and dragging the two women with him through the bar. He exited through the back kitchen, as if he were familiar with it, and then forced Kelski down on the back stoop. “Sit. Stay there and don’t say anything.” He ordered, not looking at the Kelvic. His eyes were on Thorne.
He continued down the back wall of the Pigsfoot until he was about half a dozen steps away. Turning, he pushed Thorne up against the wooden wall moving the hand that had her wrist captured up and splaying her hand out on the wall. Then with his now free hand – since he’d sat Kelski down on the back step – grabbed her other hand and placed it up on the wooden wall as well. He bent closer to her, trapping her in the confines of his big body, right hand on her right hand, left hand on her left hand, with his mouth by her ear. “Listen you little bitch. You have two choices. I can take you back to Jaren Jorenson and explain to him that you were trying to talk his expensive pet slave into stealing and thus slandering his name… his naïve kelvic slave who knows nothing about anything…. and he’s going to do exactly one thing. He’s going to brand your hand with Sun Birth’s symbol and throw a slave collar on you bigger than the one that little Kelvic is wearing. Then you are going to be scrubbing out the middens for the Sun’s Birth the rest of your days and probably on your knees doing worse when the middens are so clean you can eat off of them.” He whispered, testing to see if she’d keep her hands and thus her body braced up against the wall by relaxing his grip and trailing his hands down her arms to gently cup at her breasts. “Or… you can take a moment to make me a very happy man as an apology for obviously misjudging the situation and mistaking Kelski for some sort of backwater idiot.” He added.
His hands were now on her breasts, cupping them, while his pelvis dug into her rump, thrusting against her lightly. He trailed his hands upwards, enjoying the curves under his grip before wrapping them gently around her throat. “I’m a lot stronger than you. No one would bat an eyelash if I snapped this pretty neck. But if you are really nice to me… and more importantly nice to that little bird over there… I will make it worth your time.” He knew Thorne’s type. She was a hardened street woman. She knew the score and knew when things were good and when things were not. Darvin wasn’t lying. He’d look the other way about this very bad news friendship if the woman took care of him. And he’d even make it worth her while by feeding her and keeping her in booze when the girls were out together. And if she gave him a little something on the side, and enjoyed doing so, he’d be all for it.
The man’s hands trailed down her throat again, enjoyed the feel of her breasts, and then settled on her britches. He loosened them slowly, giving her a chance to say no, a chance to fight him or give him any indication she didn’t want what was about to happen to happen. When she did nothing, said nothing, he continued loosening her clothing and pushing it down, freeing up her lower body to his touch. And touch he did. Big rough hands dipped low, touched her, and began to stroke her as he whispered in her ear. He kicked her legs apart further, giving himself better access, and planted his lips next to her ear again. Between nibbling on her neck he quietly began to list all the things about her he liked. Darvin was an asshole most of the time, but he didn’t like his women dry and screaming for help. He liked them wet and willing and just a little bit dirty. This one was plenty enough bad girl for him and he decided he’d do her a solid and make sure she enjoyed herself before he even remotely began to take his full measure of pleasure.
“Cry out for me, beautiful…. Tell me you want it…” He said harshly, touching her roughly, mercilessly, knowing how to do it right. He worked her with one hand, while the other hand roved her body cautiously, first and foremost searching for any hidden weapons she could gut him with while he petched the shit out of her like he fully intended to do. And secondly because she was beautiful and he couldn’t help touching that shyte as much as he wanted. Darvin did fully plan to have himself a late afternoon dally in the alley. That the little bird was watching just spurred him on. He’d never touch Jaren’s property, but damn it felt good having that property watch him touch something he could touch.
And Thorne smelled clean, and was oh so ripe for the plucking.
Kelski sat on the back step just outside the back door of the Pigsfoot and tried not to stare. With Jaren’s comings and goings, she had a pretty good idea what was about to happen a few feet down the alley, but she’d never witnessed it first hand. The Kelvic kept her eyes forward, but out of the corner of her vision – which was sharp enough to note all the frayed individual threads on Thorne’s blouse from here – she could see the couple clearly. A deep red blush covered her otherwise pale face. She couldn’t hear Darvin’s words, but he evidently kept talking to the girl as his hand dipped between her legs and kept moving in a small rapid motion that completely baffled the Kelvic.
Darvin would wait a bit but he wasn’t prepared to wait all day. Petching was serious business, and back alley petching needed to be quick and dirty since it left a man vulnerable when he had his staff buried balls deep in a pretty little thing like Thorne. So he gave her what time he could to easier accomidate him and when he didn’t want to wait any longer, he freed himself from his clothing , ran his hands down to her hips to tilt them forward and up, and drove in hard. He wasn’t a lover. Not in these circumstances. No, he was all business, hard and fast and not giving her any time to adjust or take pleasure as he took his own. His words in her ear got dirtier, rougher, and his hands locked her hips to his as he drove into her body. They roamed upwards a time or two to twist the soft mounds on her chest before slipping back down to grip her body and pull it roughly against him.
Ten minutes. It was longer than he’d expected the whole thing to take, but shorter than he liked because Thorne was a beauty and everyone knew an ugly girl kept a man at it longer while he visualized someone prettier impaled on his rod. He had to be quick though. And when he finished up, he pulled out, straightened his clothing, then considerately straightened hers.
He slapped her on the ass and said… “Good choice. Now lets all go back in, I’m going to finish my conversation with Merv… and you two ladies can enjoy a meal which I will pay for.” He added, giving Thorne a minute to recover and then taking a second to collect the somewhat stoic and speechless Kelvic and dragging them both back inside to order them some food.
