Sappy

So focused was Rika in beating on Jocelyn's face that she didn't think about deflecting any blows, not that she thought Jocelyn would throw any. In her mind the girl was an ablsolute pussy. "UUUUGGGH!!!" Rika cried out when her nose was struck again, this time hearing the crunching of cartilage. Jocelyn's last elbowe had broken her nose.

"AHH!! You fucking asshole!!" Rika screamed clutching her nose with both hands. Her eyes watered with tears. That hurt like hell!

Jocelyn grinned as she smashed down onto Rika's nose and could hear the sick crunch of the cartilage. She pulled her elbow away to look at the damage. 'What's that?! Still think you're ripper, cunt?!" She yelled. "Still think I'm weak, bitch?!" Jocelyn tried to stand up and look down at Rika. She would then lift up her foot to try and stomp down hard between Rika's legs. "Not until you beg me will I stop!" She screamed.

Allison watched from her perch in the shadows a safe distance away while Jocelyn approached her prey and attacked. For a moment, she was sure that this girl would actually get the better of Jocelyn, which thrilled her, but Jocelyn was certainly not a dainty little girl. She admired Jocelyn's toughness and spirit, but her utter lack of grace made it a sight almost too vulgar for Allison's eyes.

She'd seen enough. She reached into her purse, sifted through the few ever-present things it contained, and found the key-fob to her Maserati Granturismo S, parked a short walk away. She always parked it near the back of the lot... Having a longer walk to the door was a trade-off she would make for not many other things in the world, but it would certainly not do to have her car tampered with.

She slid into the low slung seat of the sleek black racer and started it up. She wasted no time in weaving through the cars in the lot and squeaked to a stop next to Jocelyn and Rika, in time to see Jocelyn stomp the other girl viciously in the crotch. Allison lowered the passenger-side window.

"Get in." She said authoritatively, though without raising her voice.

Jocelyn froze like a deer in headlights when she saw the flash of lights cast a shadow over the scene. She turned as Allison pulled up to the side and gave a command.Jocelyn made a look like a child being told it was supper time when they were in the middle of an exciting game. her lip quivered and she looked back at Rika and then to Allison once more, about to protest before she aimed one last stomp into Rika's side.

"You're mine, cunt and don't you forget it!"

She added the final insult and then spit on Rika before turning back and sliding into the opulent car. She closed the door and looked around wiggling in the seat to get a feel for it. "Bloody chunder this is a nice car." She said in an awestruck gasp. She then looked at Allison and beamed proudly. "So? I kicked that dish licker's arse right proper, didn't I? Felt pretty good too!" She exclaimed joyfully.

"Yes, I'll bet it did." Allison drawled slowly, her proper accent and cool composure in stark contrast to Jocelyn's coarse, boisterous, mangling of the language.

Allison put her foot down and following some brief tire squeal the car launched alarmingly toward the back exit of the parking lot. For the uninitiated, Allison's driving, though competent and controlled, would certainly raise the blood pressure. She didn't so much as spare a glance in Jocelyn's direction. After a controlled breath, she spoke, softly.

"I wonder if perhaps I am at fault. Do you think so? Maybe I wasn't clear. I understand that you've such little experience as a woman, and so few qualifications for being one, but I fail to see how you could've mistaken that revolting display for the thing I instructed you to do." Bit by bit a disdainful edge crept into her voice. She looked briefly at Jocelyn and caught her with her own intense, piercing eyes.

"D'you take me to be the sort to carry on in such as way as that?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "Then how could you think that I would be pleased by you kicking and screaming like a wounded animal, like a child. Do you think that your utter lack of control lends itself in anyway to your maturity as a woman? If you wish to dominate someone, a woman, you must be more than them, and ruthless, not simply a more dangerous animal. D'you know what is done with dangerous animals?" She looked back over at her and skewered her with her eyes. "They're caught, and they're killed. Quite easily, in fact. An animal can be destroyed with the pull of a trigger. I am not so fragile a being. You should endeavor to be the same, instead of an utter disappointment."

Then she was silent. The severity of her words clashed against the complete lack of explanation before the ordeal, but if Allison even noticed she certainly didn't care. She slowed down enough once they reached an open part of the city so as to not attract attention from the law enforcement. She found her way to the back streets and wove her way to the backside of a tall, modern, luxury apartment building. She parked the car and got out.

Jocelyn nodded at Allison's words, thankful that she agreed but suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. She furrowed her brow and eyed Allison carefully. Something was a little off and Jocelyn wasn't exactly sure what. But before she could say anything more, Allison floored it and Jocelyn was slapped back into her seat. Her eyes widened as she hurried to put her seat belt on.

"Crickey!"

Jocelyn blurted out as Allison coolly drove at her preferred pace. The Chistralian let out a huff and then looked at Allison just in time to catch Allison as she spoke evenly to Jocelyn, sarcastically accepting the blame while she scolded Jocelyn for her actions. Jocelyn regarded Allison until a stiff piercing glare caught her. Jocelyn flinched and straightened her body rigidly in the luxurious seat, looking straight ahead at the road as it zipped by, feeling Allison's scornful words lash against her ear.

When Allison was finished, Jocelyn remained silent. Her body shivered and her head lowered. She closed her fingers into fists and then opened them again. She sneered and clenched her teeth as well, wrinkling her nose but not turning to Jocelyn. After all that, it still wasn't good enough? Jocelyn continued the journey in silence and when Allison stopped, Jocelyn got out as well.

"Tch. You're a troll. A dingy old bat with nothing better to do than make people feel as bad as you have for wasting your life."

There was obvious restraint in Jocelyn's voice but nonetheless she still spoke calmly and still followed right at Allison's heels like a dog as she waited and wondered where Allison was taking her.

Allison slowed her pace walking toward the back door of the building. Her neck stiffened and she stopped. She turned to face Jocelyn and strode aggressively toward her, seized her by the hair and began to drag her along toward the building.

"I WILL NOT HAVE MY TIME WASTED BY SOME FLEDGLING BRAT!" She roared. She dragged Jocelyn across the short patch of damp grass and threw her face first into the side of the concrete building. She planted an elbow in Jocelyn's spine and pressed herself against the girl to keep her against the wall.

"Are you so conceited that you cannot see how lucky you are?" She hissed, her lips brushing Jocelyn's ear.

Jocelyn made her comment stiffly. She had expected Allison to snidely brush her aside and berate her. She did not, however, expect what Allison did next. She let out a yelp when she was grabbed and tugged along by her short mane. "Gah! Fucking harpy! Lemme go!" She whined as she tried to tug her hair free and backpedaled unceremoniously behind Jocelyn, arching her back and awkwardly crab walking behind as she was towed.

Jocelyn was spun around and slammed into the building, scraping her nose and cutting her lip open. She let out a cry as she was jabbed and as the deadly yet silky words poured into her ear, Jocelyn spit red tinted Saliva against the building's wall. As Allison spoke, Jocelyn huffed and then smiled. She practically grinned.

"R-Right through the wickets with that one, eh, gammer?" She said and then closed her eyes, panting against the side of the building as she licked her lips, still smiling a bit. Getting that reaction out of Allison, beating the shit out of Rika. Today could almost be considered a good day if not for the bloody lip, among other things. She could suddenly feel what Allison meant in a certain way. She didn't know why, but she felt like she was in control, even with the odds so stacked against her. Her words had been said bitterly but almost casually and to cause such a reaction.

She pushed her hand back to tap her fingers against Allison's thigh. "Come off it, right? I didn't mean anything by it. I thought a woman like yourself could handle a few words, ok? I was being a good girl."

"Hm." Allison smirked. She let go of Jocelyn and promptly walked away from her as though nothing had happened. Allison, for all her composure and even-temperament always had a sort of low rage below the surface that longed for an excuse to come out. Only in measured bursts did she ever allow herself the indulgence.

She pulled a magnetic card from her purse and swiped it through a reader next to the door. A light turned green and there was a click as the door momentarily unlocked. She pulled it open and walked through, not bothering to hold the door for Jocelyn. If the girl wasn't quick enough to catch it, then she deserved to wait outside. Allison, at the moment, didn't care at all.

The building, appointed with tasteful notes of finery, was old. It had never been modified to fit an elevator out of respect to the proud tradition it represented. Allison hated that, but the lack of an elevator was itself more non-traditional in the present day, and she could appreciate it for what it was. She began the long stair climb to her 5th floor condo.

She thought about Jocelyn on the way... Either the girl was tremendously thick headed or delusional or she did indeed possess some manner of strength. The notion of it was what had initially intrigued Allison, and she held on to her hope that Jocelyn could be something more than mundane, at least in that respect. Everything else about the girl was totally commonplace, of the lowest variety. It was nauseating, like rolling in filth, but Allison sometimes liked to get dirty.

She had plans for this girl that would leave at least one of them quite pleased.

Jocelyn smirked back at Allison when she let go. It was a nice feeling and she wiped her mouth as she saw Allison swipe the card. Her eyes widened as she knew that Allison would not wait and she scrambled to the door and caught it in time to slip inside as well. She followed quietly, unaware but suspicious of Allison's motives.

Honestly, if she thought about it, and she did, she didn't understand why she had been so infatuated with Allison. She felt sort of stupid. This woman wasn't any better than her, she just thought she was. But then, Jocelyn sort of liked the thrill of not knowing what she was going to get out of Allison and seeing if she could get some more moments like the one that had just happened. If she truly considered it, she hoped she could do to Allison what she was trying to get her to do to others. But Allison was crafty and Jocelyn had to admit tat Allison was still alluring. She let out a soft sigh as she licked her fingers and wiped her face. She was irritated that she'd have end up going home with some scrapes.

The arduous trek wasn't too much for Jocelyn but she kept silent and thought about what was going on. Unless Allison prompted her with her own words, Jocelyn would simply look over the woman, being able to watch her curvy figure as she ascended the stairs and gaining a faint hue of red upon her cheeks as the Brit's curves were put on display for her to ogle.