"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...
"Oh, hell, what the fuck, lady? You're an absolute frigging psycho," Amanda cried out, as she lay there, looking up at the now smirking Jasslyn. Fuck this shit, stealing jewelry isn't worth this, Amanda thought as she tried to get back on her feet. When Jasslyn held her hand out, Amanda batted it away and, slowly, painfully, got on her feet, quite a feat as her hands were cuffed in front of her.
"Surprise, bitch," Jasslyn said, and she gave Amanda the kind of smile that a dove that falls in a snake pit would recognize. Amanda stood up, her back to the wall, and she looked at Jasslyn, suddenly afraid of this scary woman who was taller, bigger and stronger than her. Jasslyn looked like the kind of bitch who gets off on power trips, and Amanda swallowed hard, knowing this didn't bode well for her...
"Alright, lady, I'll do whatever you want, please don't hurt me," Amanda pleaded, and from the wicked smirk on Jasslyn's face, the younger woman knew that she'd made a mistake. Jasslyn grabbed Amanda and yanked her away from the wall, and sat her on the oak desk. Amanda's heart skipped a beat as Jasslyn looked her up and down, then smiled appreciatively...
"I love fresh meat," Jasslyn said, and as Amanda meekly protested, the taller woman grabbed her, and spread her legs wide open. Amanda tried to resist, but Jasslyn easily overpowered her, and began yanking down her shorts. Naked from the waist down, Amanda looked at her tormentor, and bit her lip, knowing it was useless to beg for mercy...
