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The woman shuddered and almost dropped her drink when she heard the door slam. It was her third cocktail. She usually didn't drink this much, but she had wanted the liquid courage to face the man whom she had fallen into debt to. But now she regretted how much she had consumed, as evidenced by the long disappeared ice cubes. Still, she felt obliged to be here, to hear him out, as she had had no luck finding gainful employment and wasn't able to pay him back. "Sorry it took so long, i couldn't find the right bag, and then Nas had to talk my ear off about the ball i missed last night. do you need that refreshed?" I approached the bar, indicating her tired drink with one hand as the other held something discretely in my closed hand. "No, i think i've had enough. what's that in your hand?" she eyes my hand cautiously, wary of what could be in my grasp. "oh this? it's just another gift for you, something i saw somewhere and had to pick up when i thought of you." I sat down at the bar, placing the small velvet bag next to her drink. "Please, i can't accept any more, i already owe you several thousand dollars, it wouldn't feel right," she declines softly, as she pushes the bag away. I grab the bag and stand up. "Nonsense, this is a gift, not a loan or an extension of credit. it comes at no cost," I walk behind her. Slowly, I trace my fingertips along her naked shoulders, exposed by the strapless dress she put on this evening. Bending over to achieve a closer proximity, i whisper ...

... into her ear; "Although it does play a part in how you are going to begin paying me off." She shudders, excited at the goosebumps raised by the whisper, nervous about her ever decreasing lack of control over this situation. "H-how exactly am i going to do that?" she stammers as she turns around on her stool. "You know i don't have a job, i haven't been able to find one in this economy." "Everything will become clear soon enough, my dear." I reach into the velvet bag, and pull out a tube of lipstick. "Purple's still your favorite color, right? i ran across a very dark shade the other day, and of course you sprang immediately to mind." i uncap and twist until the stain is revealed, noticing the woman stare nervously. I reach out and grab her jaw tight, not enough to hurt but enough she couldn't back away. "keep still, i wouldn't want to make a mess of this lipstick just yet." her breathing increases in tempo, but she doesn't open her mouth, just stares at me with a mix of fright and anticipation. I apply the lipstick carefully to her full, beatiful lips. "Theeere we are, so beautiful, aren't you? i'm not done just yet, i still need to finish labeling you for what you are." with that, I begin writing across her face, vocalizing each letter as it is written. "W. H. R. E. There we go, now you've got a temporary stamp describing you perfectly. You don't have my money, but i know you're a naughty little 3-hole slut, after all you yourself told me what you did with Clyde." I grab the ...