"Do you know why I brought you here?" Loss Prevention Officer Jasslyn Colley asked, leaning against her desk while looking at Amanda Redmond. Coolly Jasslyn assessed the short, curvy, freckle-faced redhead who sat in the chair, nonchalantly leaning against the seat. This gal has hit just about every Walmart in the City of Ottawa and has her picture in computer storage at all of them, yet she doesn't give a fuck, Jasslyn thought, annoyed.
"Hmmm, well, maybe I'm so sexy you wanted to see me in handcuffs?" Amanda Redmond asked, laughing merrily. Decked out in a red tank top and neon-red booty shorts that were only covering seventy percent of her ample and very pale derriere, Amanda Redmond did look pretty hot and tempting, Jasslyn had to admit. Amanda crossed and uncrossed her legs, and it suddenly occured to Jasslyn that she wasn't wearing any underwear...
"You're in a lot of trouble young lady," Jasslyn said sternly, and the tall, dark-skinned and curvaceous LP Officer, originally from the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, fixed her intense glare on Amanda Redmond. The foxy redhead met the Loss Prevention Officer's stone-cold glare, and amazingly, she did not flinch. Alright, this one does have some spunk, I must admit, Jasslyn thought, borderline impressed.
"Look, lady, I'm not here to play games, either call the cops or let me go," Amanda Redmond countered, and Jasslyn shook her head. A long time ago, Jasslyn learned the difference between real toughness, and the fake bullshit that fake men and fake women peddled everywhere they went. Born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where a lot of seemingly nice Canadians didn't hide their dislike for minorities, especially the ones of African descent, Jasslyn learned early on that she had to beat her enemies to the punch.
Jasslyn Colley joined the Canadian Armed Forces at the age of nineteen, and quickly learned that it was a tough place to be a woman, and even tougher place to be a black person. The whole Canadian army was full of white guys who thought very little of women, or of any person who wasn't white. In such a hostile environment, Jasslyn learned to be tough. That's why, as Jasslyn embarked on a career as a loss prevention officer after an honorable discharge from the Canadian army, little shits like Amanda Redmond didn't intimidate her...
"You're full of yourself, Amanda, someone should teach you a lesson," Jasslyn said urgently, and Amanda's trademark smirk vanished for a second, and then came back on. You wear that game face well, Jasslyn thought. Amanda, even with her hands in cuffs, seemed smug. In fact, those long legs of hers were stretched on the tiny chair opposite the loss prevention officer's desk. This won't do, Jasslyn thought, annoyed.
"Sweetie, this tough-gal shit doesn't work on me, I'm from the City of Calgary, Alberta, where we eat tough cookies like you for breakfast," Amanda retorted, and she was still smirking when Jasslyn kicked the chair out from under her. Amanda gasped in shock, and found herself on her ass, landing on the floor with a thud. Jasslyn smiled at Amanda, standing victoriously over the fallen gal...
