Concrete Dreams

"Good."

Allison lingered for just a moment, and then got off of Jocelyn and stood up. She took a moment to straighten her tie and coat, and to delicately arrange her hair like it should be. She gazed down at Jocelyn with just the slightest haughty curl to her lips, and then turned to ascend the next flight of stairs, the click of her heels echoing over the concrete on every step.

What a lovely little series of events. She'd have to thank the Gastin girl when next they met, for a lovely time and for stirring up the artist in little Jocelyn. Allison had low expectations for the girl, and an even lower opinion, but the small measures of poetic violent dominance she'd displayed recently gave her a glimmer of hope for the girl.

Jocelyn was left panting hard as she watched Allison rise and slowly readjust herself from percetly impeccably askew to just perfectly impeccable. It wasn't until she saw Allison begin to casually stride up the next flight that she realized what was going on.

She scrambled quickly, impeded by her pants that were pulled halfway down. She blushed when she saw the dampness on her panties and quickly yanked them up over her butt and got to a squat. Her sneakers squeaked like a basketball player as she shot for her tank top. She snagged it, pivoted and hustled up the stairs, not sure whether to put the top on or not.

She looked on at Allison as she climbed the stairs and cleared them two at a time to catch up, leaving the tank top clenched tightly in her fist for the moment. She wanted to beg Sarah about the new game but she knew better. She raced up the stairs to the next level and spun around, looking at Allison with hungry eyes as she waited for to gracefully ascend the stairs.

Allison only glanced at Jocelyn as she passed by. She exited the stairway into the parking garage and strode down the line of cars looking for her own.

"The Scottish girl..." She said, without looking at Jocelyn. "She's caused you some problems, hasn't she?"

She peered over at Jocelyn's still half-naked body and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Will you cover yourself." She looked away and nearly rolled her eyes. Anyone in a ten mile radius of the girl could tell exactly what she wanted at any moment. No finesse at all in her.

"You've caused her some problems as well. Revenge might not be the appropriate term, but revenge is so limited, so... indistinct. It's a matter of taking a situation and spinning it into something beautiful. Squeezing someone until they release that human nectar. I thought perhaps the next time you see her... you could see fit to make her cry. I'd like that. Would you like that?"

Jocelyn's body wiggled like a puppy waiting for her master to throw the ball so they could play one more round of fetch. But as Allison strolled past her, her features began to fall a bit. Her gleaming eyes and smirk fell and she slouched. She turned and followed Allison, shivering when the cold air hit her once more. She instinctively covered her chest with her free hand, forgetting that she had her tank top until Allison noticed and chastised her. She blushed and quickly pulled it over her head. She lowered her gaze and sighed inwardly. It was Allison's fault she looked so foolish but she would never say that.

She perked back up again when Allison began to speak. That girl, the Scot. Jocelyn did not like her one bit but she felt no particular animosity beyond getting back with her, which she had done quite well. She was going to put her out of mind like Allison had said but the blonde's words were intriguing.

Her eyes lit up, showing her brain beginning to click and whirr as thoughts ticked inside her head. "Yeah." She said and nodded. "I think that'd be pretty ripper." She said and gave her clenched fist a pump of exuberance. "Don't think it'd be easy, though." She said, rubbing her chin. She looked at Allison. 'That's what makes it even more fun, isn't it, Sarah?" She asked like a student would to a professor they admired, hoping their answer would be correct.

"Mm hm."

Allison reached into her purse for her keys and pressed a button on the remote. Somewhere down the line of cars, her lights flashed. "It's not remarkable to make someone like the Gastin boy cry. You'd be taking nothing from him. But a hard-nosed bit of gutter trash like that girl... With her tough-girl persona, imagine the feeling of taking it all away from her, to see what's underneath. How beautiful. And how satisfying."

She opened the door to her sleek, black Maserati GT and slid into the smooth leather of the driver's seat. She waited a moment for Jocelyn to get in, and then pulled out, navigating through the narrow passages of the garage at a speed that bordered on reckless.

"I think it's time that you started to develop the skills you'll need for this sort of work. We can use my gym."

In the basement of Allison's spa was space used as a gym, complete with mats and weights and a heavy bag and treadmill. She'd never allowed Jocelyn to train there, but the foul little girl was finally starting to grow up.

Jocelyn thought about what Allison had said when she slid into the sleek car. She buckled up and leaned back in the overwhelming comfort and opulence. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Yeah. Getting her to cry like a lil baby would be pretty fun. It's hard to think about he I could do it though. She just gets angry when you beat up her loved ones." Jocelyn opened her eyes and turned to look at Allison. "Isn't that the correct response though? When someone hurts you, you try and hurt him back. That pukey little boy just cries like a bitch." Jocelyn laughed derisively.

"The more I beat her up her girlfriend the more she'd get angry. You saw how she was comin at ya. She was like a frothin' dog. How do you put down a frothin' dog?' She asked, really thinking about it.

It wasn;t until she was trying hard to think that she registered Allison's words. Her eyes widened. "Y-You have a gym!?" She asked. "This whole time I've been sent off to scungy old places!" She furrowed her brow. Or the AFW facility which was bar none itself if you didn't mind the company that lingered. Jocelyn did though.

"Mm hm." Allison nodded, half paying attention. Of course she wasn't just going to let every disgusting street urchin into her private gym. What did Jocelyn expect?

"Pain is a marvelous thing," she declared, as she pulled out onto the busy Tokyo streets. "It's universal leverage. You just find the things in someone that hurt most, and you push..."