Tanya's mind raced for the perfect words, but she failed to voice them in time.
"Do what I command you to, and never command me to do anything!" the gorgeous gypsy said, pulling the bottleneck out of herself inch by excruciating inch. Tanya knew she had missed her chance. The clerk grinned. The bums grinned. The woman grinned. Tanya knew this wasn't going to end well for her.
"First, come here." she said. Tanya hesitantly shuffled over to the woman. Their eyes met. She could see something in them. It wasn't sympathy, but it as close as this Romanian She-Devil could get. "First off, I am Tatiana. I don't really care what your name is. I can be kind to you, or harsh with you. It will be up to you to decide. I don't know why my Grandmother cursed you, much as I don't know why she cursed me. Perhaps, together, we can find out."
Tanya dared to hope that this woman would help her. That is, until she said "Of course, she may want me to degrade you terribly to lift my curse, which I will do without pause." in her thick, Romanian accent.
Tanya stepped forward, her eyes glaring. The woman's lips curved into a smug half-smile. "Try it, bitch. See what happens." She said. Tanya clenched her fist. One of the bums was pressing himself against her, his half-hard cock pulsing on her thigh. Tanya let her hand relax, and she took a deep breath. Now was certainly not the time to fight, but the command was spoken.
Tanya swung, open handed. Her palm hit the gypsy woman in the cheek with a loud, high-pitched smack. She saw her turn, surprised. Tanya balled her fist up and reared back for a swing, but one of the bums caught her arm. She looked at Carl ans spat. He grinned at her. "Calm down." he said. Tanya felt herself relax.
Tatiana turned back to her. "Well then. You'll pay for that one." Tanya's lip quivered. Even though she was calm, she knew whatever was about to come of this woman's mouth was something she would have to do. Tatiana grinned, looked around the liquor store, and said... |