She knew she shouldn't turn around but the feeling of being watched continued to creep down the back of her neck like icy fingers. Kira was not a superstitious person by nature but she had always had a sixth sense about danger, and she had to admit walking home on the night of a full moon had her in full creeped out mode.
"Get yourself together chica and stop being such a baby" she told herself. Pull up those big girl thongs and get your ass moving, she thought. At 25 years old and 5'7", Kira was extremely well endowed in all the right places. Courtesy of her Afro-Asian roots, she had an ass men drooled over and tits with big chocolate brown nipples that topped her 40DD's. This luscious package of caramel delight was balanced on a waist so small people often thought she wore a corset. Something her Japanese mother often told her to stop snapping at people about and be proud they noticed in the first place. Kira wasn't so sure about this logic, she garnered way to much male attention for her taste, but she wouldn't start doubting her mother's wisdom now. It had steered her in the right direction many times before. A bit mystical and mysterious Kira's mother was but anyone with their heritage would be. She sure wished she had listened to her mother about her previous occupation.
Kira once upon a time made her living as an escort. She was one of the top five escorts in the business simply by way of her exotic looks alone before an overzealous client decided to kick his dominance play up a bit by slicing her face when she refused to take it up the ass....literally. She was young , afraid, inexperienced and lacking the defensive skills inherent in her people at the time. Somehow she knew he would not make it a pleasant experience for her. Madame Sharone told them if they were uncomfortable in any situation it was their right to refuse services. This she knew the Madame took very seriously. The girls were provided top notch security on every date. However, that time security could not get there in time to prevent the unfortunate incident. Two seconds and her beautiful caramel tone was awash in blood. The wicked sharp letter opener extracted from the senator's briefcase did its intended damage. The scar has since healed and lightened until it's barely noticeable along the outside of her ear to just below her chin, but Kira is reminded of that fateful night five years ago every time she washes her face or applies light makeup. Nothing her waist length wavy black hair won't cover she muses.
Forcibly bringing herself back from her dismal reverie she finds herself on the subway platform waiting for the train. "What a fucking night. My back is killing me. I've got to stop being such a cheap ass and buy a car", Kira moaned. Though most people in Manhattan just took the subway in lieu of driving or just hailed a cab. It was absolute madness trying to find a parking space in this city. Most people just didn't want the hassle or added expense that came along with owning a car. Sighing, Kira thought it would be nice to get a ride home on a regular basis. She pulled her coat tighter around her thick curves as she saw the bright lights of the approaching train. It was cold as a witch's tit out here she thought. Spring has got to move its ass! Just then the train slowed down to a stop and the doors opened. Kira moved swiftly to any empty seat.
"Well isn't this my lucky night." An empty car was a blessing to a tired and worn out Kira. She could doze off in peace before she reached her stop. Power napping was a welcomed reprieve to her sore feet and frazzled brain. Waiting tables sucked. However it was temporary until she finished her Masters in Fine Arts. Her real passion was the singing she did at a super club part-time. In addition to working that night she crammed in a five page assignment this morning and uploaded it to her professor only a day late. School was kicking her ass these days. She was almost done, degree in sight by a matter of two semesters and she had to graduate even if it killed her. Not even realizing she fell asleep Kira was jolted awake by the sudden grinding stop the train made. Nearly throwing her off her seat Kira grabbed onto the pole in just enough time to catch herself. Unfortunately not before cracking her head on the metal support pole in the process.
"Ugh! That better not leave a bruise! I have to sing tomorrow evening and a black and blue forehead is NOT sexy. What kind of moron is driving this train?" she screamed. Yes the car was empty so she felt no compunction whatsoever to control her outburst. Just then the lights went out. Not an uncommon thing on the subway but for some reason she could not explain the icy fingers were back, crawling up and down her neck. The lights remained off. This did not seem typical at all. The lights never took this long to come back on and come to think of it she never heard the conductor make an announcement either.