Intifada

Cathleen, the older, Scottish manager of the salon, was busy with a client's hair when Bonnie walked in. She looked up, and then nodded to Amy to take care of the newcomer.

Amy was the youngest of Allison's three employees, a beautiful American girl in her mid-twenties, with lustrous chestnut hair, pale green eyes, and flawless skin. She earned her keep in many ways, but she was almost always kept up front to be part of a new client's first impression of the place. Though she was still a bit naive, she was eager to please, and her stunning looks alone were often enough to sell salon treatments.

She gave a welcoming smile as she approached. "Miss Watson is busy, but I can help you with whatever you'd like. I'm Amy, and you are?" She took a moment to look over Bonnie's features. "You have such a pretty face," she admired, and then continued, gently steering the girl away from whatever she thought she wanted from Allison. "Can I offer you some jasmine tea, or a mineral water? Maybe a massage while you decide what you'd like today?"

Bonnie was hyped for violence. She had been mentally preparing herslef to storm the gates of this establishment to bust the ass of a rich, pompous, arrogant wanna-be-aristocrat, bitch with a sound slug to the jaw and maybe a piledriver for good measure! But... this place was just off putting. It was so fancy looking and nice it gave Bonnie a more relaxing vibe than the vengeful and angry one that she honestly wanted.

And after asking for the location of her foe, Bonnie received a greeting from a striking young American girl, who didn't look past 21 at all with lovely hair and bright eyes.

"Bonnie Gastin." She said plainty before catching that compliment from Amy that made Bonnie blush slightly and rub the back of her head, looking at her worn out sneakers bashfully. "T-Thank you! I love yer hair." She said honestly. Bonnie wasn't used to a compliment like that from strangers. Nothing that sweet anyway. It was nice though. Still... What really caught her eye was the girl's statement. Allison was Busy. But apperently she was also here.

And for a moment she found herself lost. "...Y'all got any iced tea?" She mused with a nervous grin, she wasn't here for any of this fancy spa stuff though... Even though a nice message sounded downright heavenly to her.

"I apologize but I ain't really here for none of that Ms. Amy. I'm just an acquaintance lookin fer Ms. Watson." She dang near felt like she HAD to go looking around the spa for the woman even if she had to trash the place to do it! But as she looked at Amy and the other gal and Cathleen, Bonnie frowned slightly. She felt like it would be a bit dickish for her to just smash up the place by throwing Allison into everything. As far as Bonnie knew, these girls really hadn't done anything wrong.

But Bonnie got curious. "Ummm.... Say, Ms. Amy. Ya mind if I ask? How does Watson treat y'all exactly?"

"Let me see what I can do," Amy smiled, and then went off to a miniature bar on one side of the room. She filled a glass with spherical ice cubes, and then poured in jasmine tea. She garnished with a mint leaf and a quick grinding of raw sugar over the top, and brought it back for Bonnie.

"Very well," she said honestly. "Very, very well. Miss Watson takes very good care of us. I love every day that I spend here." She placed a hand on Bonnie's back and guided her to a comfortable salon chair with a small table at the right hand for her drink. She situated the chair upright and encouraged Bonnie to sit. "That's Cathleen over there, and Sukiyo is somewhere in the back. She's our massage specialist, but I do alright too."

She stood behind Bonnie and began to kneed her shoulders and smooth out the tension in her neck with skilled and surprisingly strong hands. "If we weren't happy here, it would rub off on our customers. We are the very best there is for beauty and relaxation and catharsis. Our spa rooms can soothe and rejuvenate you and brighten up your whole life. Have you been able to look over the rooms and services we have available?"

She handed Bonnie a tablet PC that displayed an interactive guide to the salon and spa. Even the astronomical rates were so artfully arranged in the catalog that they looked appealing, rather than appalling.

The phone at the front desk rang, and Amy left Bonnie to look through the guide. "Excuse me," she smiled.

"I wonder if any of the other gals back home would laugh at me fer bein in a place like this..." Bonnie wondered as Amy went off to make some tea, prompting the country girl to just look around the fancy place a little more before the tea was handed to her, not even getting a chance to sip before she propelled herself to ask her question regarding Allison. She got her answer quick. No hesitation behind it, making it look even more genuine. Probably because it was true after all. But the results shocked Bonnie and made her eyes widen slightly before they lowered back into a neutral gaze. "Uh huh." She complied with Amy while following her into that comfortable salon chair and being introduced to Cathleen and Sukiyo, both of whom Bonnie just smiled pleasantly while waving slightly.

Bonnie was about to say something in regards to taking off but the moment she felt Amy's hands on her stiff and very tense shoulders. "Oooh~!" The relaxing jolt was so sudden, she felt her body suddenly slump into the chair and just relax itself, like it was getting something it had been waiting for. Firm hands that seemed to shut the rest of her body down once the shoulders were kneaded.

The very best for beauty and relaxation she said. "And how." Bonnie agreed through a mumble loud enough for Amy to hear clearly. Though, the blondie found herself a bit overwhelmed when she heard about was being offered to her beyond 'brighten up your whole life!' that sounded too good to be true!

"...Uh...Umm..." Bonnie went rigid when she got the tablet and scrolled through the guide. Not rigid from the price that she was barely noticing because of what was offered but rather... The things that were offered made her freeze a bit as she did not know where to begin! It all sounded so nice.

"Sure." She said politely as Amy left to go answer the phone, leaving Bobbie to go deeper into guide's contents while asking herself if she was honestly starting to enjoy herself in a place like this of all things.

She was and always had been a tomboy. She hated dresses and girly things because they were... Girly. But that was because other girls often teased her about her tomboyish appearance so much that she found solice by hanging with the boys. All the time. She never wore a dress, a skirt. She never liked the color pink. She never thought herself to be 'pretty' even she was told otherwise. She was afriad to try new things like grow out her hair and change the style of it. But at Duffy's urging she did and she looked better now.

Maybe she didn't need to be afraid. The atmosphere here was so nice, pleasant, peaceful and just plain friendly. And she liked friendly things.

She was forgetting about the dragon she told herself she was going to slay.

"...Maybe I shoulda brought Duff after all. I wonder if she'd like ta' see my hair all different-like." She thought to herself as she saw this neat little thing called a 'Hot Stone Massage'.

After a short conversation, Amy walked back to Bonnie in measured, graceful steps. She had the poise of a ballet dancer, and the simple, slipper-like ballet flats she wore seemed to support the case.

"Miss Watson would like to see you," she smiled, and gently placed the tablet back on the table. "Follow me, please."

She led Bonnie, with long graceful strides of her slender legs while her dress fluttered behind her, to large double door in the back-left corner of the room.

Upon stepping through them into the main hallway of the spa, everything changed. The air was heavy with stillness and the faintest threads of something musical, too quiet and subtle to recognize. A beautifully pattered, hand-woven rug ran the length of the rosewood floor. The ceiling was even higher than in the salon, and with the insulated peace of the hall it gave one a sense of both immense space and comforting enclosure.

She walked past two sets of doors, and the hallway turned to the left. She approached another door, knocked lightly, and then turned and smiled at Bonnie before walking away.

The door in front of Bonnie clicked, indicating that it was unlocked.

Bonnie was actually getting into this stuff before finally, Amy brought up Allison, making Bonnie's eyes widen. She would like to see HER? Oh boy.

Bonnie didn't need to be asked twice, she kicked her legs up and followed Amy with hasty anxious steps. She was eager and nervous, prepared and afraid as she strolled through this main hall, the decor changing, like the world itself was shifting from that innocent salon to the more regal but mysterious hallway. Bonnie was practically expecting someone to leap at her, it prompted her to keep her hands ready to swing if something did in fact startle her.

After a left turn, they reached a door which Amy knocked on before going. Bonnie could only blink as the girl left her behind, part of her wanting to say something, like a warning, perhaps the truth? Did she not know her boss was a sadistic narcissist wrestler for AFW? Those girls didn't look like the types that were into wrestling anyway. Reality TV and daytime talk shows for sure.

The door clicked and Bonnie felt some air whisk from her lungs but she took a deep breath, sighed, narrowed her eyes with a determined look on her face. Her hand was at her phone but she let it drop back into her pocket. She didn't need to tell Duffy or Clyde anything, she was capable of handling this, just like she handled Jocelyn easily.

"Guess who's back, bitch!" She called from behind the door before opening it quickly with a hasty push to swing it open.

Allison spared only a glance up at the noisy Texan.

"You've been here before?" She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. The office was tranquil and relaxing, and even the handgun on the corner of her desk didn't look eager for trouble.

"I understand that you've been very upset about the result of our match," she remarked in a smooth, business-like voice. "I was very surprised to find that you have taken your grudge so far as to commit unprovoked acts of violence outside the ring. That's... disappointing."

"No! I'm back from havin' my knee fucked up by all your bullshit!" Bonnie snapped at Allison defensively, not evening noticng the freaking gun as she glared right at Allison, getting honestly offended when she heard the woman refer to her as just 'upset' in regards to your their match.

Bonnie froze and her eye twitched. "....Unprovked acts of...Y-You...You gahdamn hypocrite! Sumbitch!! You the damn one who made my one dang brother have a front row seat of me getting my ass beat before you sent that pink haired bitch to my home to hit my already injured knee with a dang wrench"! Bonnie growled angrily as she stomped up towards Allison's desk, slamming her hands down upon it.

"...Your attempts at humor at poor, Watson! They ain't funny. You've taken things way too far, ya sick narcissistic crumpet cunt."

Allison shook her head, apparently only annoyed by the inconvenience of having to correct Bonnie. "I don't know what you're talking about. The only pink-haired girl I know is the little paralegal, and she declined my offer."

Despite her weariness from dealing with the rowdy girl, she kept her poise. Her statuesque posture, her stillness, and her utter calm somehow seemed to imply the possibility of the opposite.

"As I recall, we were in the middle of an officially sanctioned match when your brother saw fit to interfere, one that was proceeding well within the rules. There was no reason for him to take matters into his own hands, and so Jocelyn only prevented him from completely derailing the evening. What happened after the bell rang was to be expected, given your brother's grotesque indiscretions.

"I can understand how it was difficult for him to resist. I don't know who he is more attracted to, me... or you. Maybe he fantasizes about strong women who would dominate him sexually. But maybe he fantasizes about sexually dominating you as well. Given your compromising, submissive position at the time, his excitement was to be expected."

Bonnie's eyes widened, her body stiffening as she was taken aback with shock at the mention of Mercy Wrenn. She felt a bit sick in the stomach, more fearful now but angrier as well. Bonnie had a cold chill down her spine, it seemed like Allison was affecting her family and now associates at every corner! She didn't know what the woman meant behind the offer that was declined by Mercy but Bonnie told herself to keep quiet on that, even though she was dead curious. Unless... Allison already knew about her ties to the Gastin name.

Bonnie found herself clinching her fists tightly in front of Allison, gritting her teeth as she tried to maintain control as Allison said vile things about her brother... And herself. Things she felt were not true and things she didn't want to be true. Horrible things that made Bonnie snap inside, she didn't want to hear it, she wanted Allison silent, her anger making her lash out.

[size=150:1yawmyso]"Shut up!!" Bonnie screamed, raising her hand and trying to violently strike Allison across the face with a sudden, hard, slap.