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Their time is running out.- Joli had hoped they´d have more.
She´s lived through this before, it´s not her first rodeo, and yet. The collapse: escalating violence due to scarcity of resources, fear of enemy action fanning the flames. And above them, the Resurrection Beast. At least that part is new. Chances are that Joli will survive, she has lived before, after all. But what about the kids? Her kids.
Gossip says the fathers of one of her charges got radicalised. One more thing that Joli tries not to think about, there´s too many of these things these days. It would probably be easier just not to care, but alas, she can´t.
Joli cares. It´s why she´s getting home late again today, the students having left hours ago. But the bean experiment needed re-potting and Joli just couldn´t not. Well, nothing to be done for it now. Shouldering her pack, she locks up the schoolhouse, steeling herself for the long, depressing way home.
*
Not just long and depressing, the walk is dangerous, too. Not even halfway home, Joli has to admit as much as she spots Nona´s sister in the distance, walking ahead of her. So much for things that she tries not to think about…
Walking behind the girl -Camilla, her name was Camilla- is a man. He is following her, Joli realises with dismay. Keeping a steady pace to the side of the street but taking each turn as she does. A client?
Joli´s steps quicken, as though by themselves. Should she approach the girl, inform her of the danger? Maybe her presence would scare the man off. There is something to be said about safety in numbers, after all.
Two other men join the first one and Joli curses under her breath. So much for numbers. And chances are that there will be more, lying in wait. Joli knows this road well, knows how the next stretch after the bent goes between two high rise apartment complexes, their massive size isolating the alley and making it hard to access. Hard to escape too, or to call for help. Especially now there´s that building site. It´s the perfect spot for an ambush.
The men herd the girl into the alleyway, exit blocked by two more of their friends down the lane. Sometimes Joli really hates being right. At the alley´s mouth she hesitates. Crowded in on both sides now, Nona´s sister stops in her tracks.
“What´s the matter, pretty girl?” One of the men calls.
The girl doesn´t answer. Doesn´t seem to notice Joli´s presence either, half hidden as she is by the alley´s mouth. The man´s not deterred: “Cat got your tongue, girlie? There´s no need to be shy.”
“Yeah, girlie, c´mon.” his friend chimes in. “Don´t be shy.” He steps up to her and he isn´t the only one. “We´re all friends here, aren´t we?” They are forming a circle, the men. Five against one, Nona´s sister doesn´t stand a chance. She has to know it, too.
Camilla breaks her silence “I don´t recall that we are.” Evidently, she is stalling for time.
“Well we can be.” The man reaches out, trying to stroke her cheek. One of his friends laughs, Joli wants to punch them both.
She kicks him in the shin, movement sudden, aim precise. The man curses, “Son of a bitch.” He bends over in pain, but recovers soon enough, throwing himself forward, fist raised.
The punch never does connect with her face. There a dull ´thud´ sound, and the man freezes, then drops to his knees, revealing behind him Mr. Dve, who is holding a pipe. Joli had not seen him coming.
“You took your sweet time.” Camilla comments, causing Dve to huff out a laugh.
“As if you couldn´t handle yourself. Honestly?” he smiles, the way his gaze is raking over her body uncomfortably similar to that of the now terrified looking men around them. “I was kind of disappointed,” Dve drawls “I do so love a show.”
Joli frowns ´a show?´ Surely he doesn´t mean..?
Dve looks around to assess their opponents, if he had noticed Joli lurking at the mouth of the alley he doesn´t show it. They have bigger problems anyway, not that either of them shows it. Nonchalant, Camilla cocks her head: “Well Pyrrha, so do I. Now what are we doing about these guys?” She asks, gesturing at the four men that are still upright, the fifth too struggling back to his feet.
“Well, you or me, sweetheart?” Dve grins “I could do either way.” He cracks his knuckles, twirls his pipe. The girl rolls her eyes.
Showing a modicum of sense at last, the men take this as their cue to scatter like mice; hurrying back out of the alley on both ends, two almost falling over Joli in the process. She bites down a comment, it would not have been kind.
When Joli finally manages to pull herself together, the alley is all but empty. Only Nona´s sister remains in the shadow of the high rises - and Mr. Dve. “So,” he begins, “that was all rather anticlimactic, wasn´t it?” A curt nod, Camilla agrees.
Facing Dve her chin is raised- proud. “And here I thought, you could do with some stress relief” she judges. It almost sounds like a joke- Stress relief from what, Joli wonders. Life maybe, another collapse of civilisation; Joli could use some too.
Not answering her question, Dve steps in close. She´s tall for a girl -Camilla-, but he´s taller. Broader too. “I think I´d rather enjoy something else” he announces.
Joli´s stomach drops where she stands. She doesn´t want to see this. Does not want it happening, period. Camilla seems unimpressed “You are incorrigible” she claims.
But Dve´s all but backed her up to the alley wall within seconds, whispering “C´mon baby. Come give daddy some love.”
Cornered as she is, Camilla scoffs still. Joli should help her, should stop this. It´s nauseating, but she isn´t moving. And Dve´s so much bigger than her and evidently capable of violence. Alone with the pimp -for all that she knows- Camilla tilts her head, daring, “Maybe if you stopped calling yourself that,” she taunts.
Grinning, Dve takes the allowance for an invitation. Resting one large hand on her hip, he leans in, bridging what space was left between them to kiss her. Joli stands glued to her spot.
If Joli had hoped for Camilla to fight back, she is disappointed. Motionless, the girl tolerates the kiss. Dve is undeterred. Eventually Camilla relaxes, unfreezes, even reciprocates somewhat. Soon as she does Dve lifts her of her feet, placing himself between her legs and pinning her up to the rough wall of concrete. Joli wants to be sick.
When he eventually moves to set her back down, there is no relief either.
With quick business like movements, Dve undoes her pants, shimmying them down her legs, Resigned, Camilla helps him along. Her legs are strong -Joli notes- long and brown, so unlike her sister´s. Nona´s all but skin and bones. (That girl is never nineteen.)
She does not get to dwell on it, because once again, Dve pulls Camilla in close. Moulding their bodies together, his fingers disappearing beneath the thin seam of her underwear. His large hand on her is obscene. One arm slung over Dve´s shoulders to steady herself, hips canting to buck up against the intrusion, she gasps “Pyrrha.”
Grabbing one raised leg with his free hand to drag her back to the wall, Camilla´s un-shoed foot drags through the streets rubble, she curses. Dve boxes her in easy enough. If she says ´stop´ I will intervene, Joli tells herself. She isn´t sure if she actually believes it. “When was the last time I told you that I adore your body?” Dve asks, rough smoker´s voice low.
He must be doing something with his fingers, because Camilla keens, whether with pleasure or with discomfort, Joli cannot tell. Catching herself, resting her forehead against Dve´s shoulders and breathing heavily, she nonetheless rolls her eyes. She doesn´t seem unused to this, Nona´s sister. “Literally four days ago” – dry as that, she confirms Joli´s suspicions. (Does she do it to keep him from Nona?) She looks up, glaring at Dve. Demanding, “Now hurry up, I have plans later.”
“Bossy,” Dve doesn´t tarry undoing his clunky tool belt one-handed, it hits the ground with a crash “Not that I´d have it any other way.”
He pulls out his dick. – And fuck, that is his actual dick- Joli is watching that man stroke his actual penis- it looks large and dark. And hard. Dve doesn´t bother to manoeuvre Camilla out of her underwear, hooking her second leg over her first, he only pushes it aside for access and thrust in.
Mouth going slack at the penetration, the back of Camilla´s head drops against the wall.
Joli should leave, should not be watching this. Surely Nona´s sister would not want her to see her like this. Her legs tightening round Dve´s waist, once, twice, Dve thrusts against her, before Camilla leverages herself into movement. Setting what pace she can, pressed in this close to the wall. No part of her is touching the ground. Dve laughs, his hands tight on her thighs – Joli wouldn´t be surprised if he left bruises.
He wrests back what control she had gained before long, holding her in place, hips slamming into her over and over. Her grip going tight on his shoulders as he bounces her, she hangs on for dear life, her limp head lolling to and fro with the movement. Small punched out sounds are escaping her lips, accompanying the skin-on-skin slapping sounds of his thrusts echoing through the alley.
Unconcealed as they are, Dve´s lucky that no one´s walked in on them yet. -Except Joli that is, rooted to her hiding spot feeling queasy, yet unable to leave. She has to know that the girl is okay- His breathing is choppy. It can´t be easy, holding up a grown woman for minutes on end. “I´m close baby” he groans into her neck.
At last.
Camilla nods against him, “Get me off” she instructs, sounding wrecked.
Without complaint, Dve obliges, pushing one hand between them, back beneath her dislocated underwear to reach what must be her clit. She sighs at the stimulation. “There you go” he mutters, rubbing her with firm, clinical movements, till she is shaking with pleasure.
He keeps going even as her body goes limp. “Please” she whispers. Withdrawing his hand, Dve once more starts thrusting inside her, movements hurried and rough, heedless of the girl around him. Then he stills with a groan.
“Good girl” Dve praises, when he is done, tucking himself back into his pants as he presses an absentminded kiss to her cheek, while -businesslike- Camilla extricates herself from his hold.
She heaves a long-suffering sigh, fishing her own pair of pants from the dirty ground. From her vantage point, Nona´s sister seems fine enough. - Joli´s just glad it is over. Struggling back into her shoes, legs unsteady, like a foals, Camilla jumps one one leg. “Just don´t tell Nona” she orders.
Joli uses the opportunity to slide down the wall by her corner, to take a seat on the ground. Shielded from their line of sight as she is, Joli needs a fucking break. Or five.
“I wouldn´t dare,” Around the corner, Dve has the audacity to laugh. “Don´t worry your pretty little head. Our daughter´s innocence is safe with me.”
With a rough pat on the back, he steers Camilla towards the far end of the alley, thankfully away from where Joli is still sitting.
*
She´ll give them a head start- five minutes. No more. Joli´s thoughts are racing, digesting what she has seen. And heard.
Tomorrow, she´ll have to pick up some more flyers. And maybe talk to Nona again-
Damn that bloody man.