[Warning, This side Story Contain extreme dark theme...]
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Tawny George cursed into the phone. She had just gotten the fifth call this year from Carla, her son's very nerdy girlfriend. She was always there to put my son back together when he got bullied. A circumstance that many nerds get used to early in life unfortunately. Tawny was done. She tried so many options, but he was still getting bullied.
Daniel was a sweet boy and smart too, but he never was much on the physical side of things.
This Samson who has been bullying him did not even go to his college but was on the way to her sons work and lately it had been getting worse. Daniel would come home broken and other days he would have bruises on his arm. Sometimes he would come home late from being forced to endure other various torments from the gang.
Tawny's heart sank as she heard her son's sobs from the other end of the line. She knew she had to do something, and fast. She had already reported the incidents to the college, but they seemed to be doing nothing to protect her son.
As she hung up the phone, Tawny decided. She was going to take matters into her own hands. She was going to confront this bully and make sure he never laid a finger on her son again.
She spent hours that night researching Samson, trying to find out as much as she could about him. What she found made her blood boil. Samson was a known gang member, with a long rap sheet of violent crimes. It was clear that the school could not protect her son from someone like him.
Tawny knew that she had to be smart about this. She could not just barge into Samson's territory and demand that he stops bullying her son. She needed a plan or moreover some leverage. Then looking at the rap sheet she got an idea. Leverage, what every criminal fears, the authorities!
So, the gorgeous blonde businesswoman decided to go to where these gangsters were located and makes sure they know who they were messing an educated woman who would involve the authorities. She worked in a professional office after all, and this Samson did not have the wherewithal to handle a powerful educated woman like herself.
Tawny drove her Lexus over to the neighborhood where her son has been accosted the past couple of days. She got out and realized she did not know what the bully looked like other than his name was Samson.
Tawny saw a group of thugs spending time together in front of the convenience store across the street. She gulped and realized she was becoming less sure this was a good idea. She decided to persevere and go and ask one of them if they knew Samson. She put on her best confident smile and approached the group of men, her high heels clicking on the pavement.
The men stopped talking and turned to look at her, their eyes lingering on her curves and blonde hair. They saw a 5'5'' woman with a voluptuous body with lightly tanned skin, like a glistening mocha coffee. Her long blonde hair cascades in curls down her back. Two blue eyes look at you with the certainty of a delicate porcelain China doll.
Her long legs seem to go on and on and her ample breasts are the size of two ripe melons.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Tawny said in a calm voice. "I'm looking for someone named Samson. I was hoping one of you could point me in the right direction."
The men looked at each other and snickered. Tawny's heart raced as she tried to maintain her composure.
"What do you want with Samson, honey?" one of the men asked, his voice dripping with condescension.
"It's none of your business," Tawny said firmly. "I just need to speak with him about something important."
The men exchanged glances again before one of them stepped forward. "Samson's in charge around here," he said. "If you want to talk to him, you'll have to pay the price like everyone else?"
Tawny's heart sank as she heard the man's words. She knew that this was not going to be easy. She had to approach this situation carefully. She had to make sure that she would come out of this unharmed and that her son would be safe.
Tawny put on an act of confidence, something she had learned in her job. She stood tall and crossed her arms, trying to look tough. "I'm not interested in paying any price," she said firmly. "I just need to speak with Samson. It's about my son."
The men looked at each other again, and Tawny could see them whispering to each other. After a few moments, one of them spoke up. "All right, lady, we'll take you to Samson. But you better not be wasting his time."
Samson leaned in; his breath hot on Tawny's face. "I want you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Tawny felt the goosebumps on her arms rising as Samson's words met her ears.
Tawny's heart raced as she realized what Samson was suggesting. She knew that she was in a difficult position, but she was running out of options.
What do you mean you want me? Tawny countered with a shaky voice.
"You heard me lady. I want you. When I call, you will answer and then you know how the rest will go. You will be mine and in return your son will be safe, and I will even make sure he is protected." Samson laid out his terms and leveled a gaze that pierced her to her very core. She desperately looked to see if any other gang members would come to her defense.
Tawny's knees locked up, she felt like she was going to collapse but she stood her ground. She could not give up just yet. If she gave up now, she would fail her son and she would have to move away from her dreams.
"No way. I am not some whore. I have a career, a house, and I am an educated woman." Tawny tried to respond indignantly but was not having the effect she would hope. The gang members did not even raise an eyebrow at her own defense of her honor.
"And you will be ours if you want your son to make graduation. Hell, I might disappear his ass on account of you coming down her and threatening me."
Samson countered. Tawny panicked. She realized now that she had just made the situation worse. Now if she did not find a way to have this man back off her son, he might end up in the hospital or worse. A flurry of images of her son on life support bombarded her brain tattooing a look of fearful desperation on her face.
"Okay, please do not do anything to my poor Danny." she said finally. "If I agree, how do we do this?"
"We shake on it," Samson said with a smirk.
Tawny reached out her hand and took one of Samson's hands, which was wrapped around hers. He held it tight, and she felt a small flutter run through her body. Then he made an unexpected move and pulled her close.
Tawny gasped as she felt his strong arms wrapping around her, his big hands ran up and down her body. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to enjoy you."
Samson left no doubt what kind of favors she would be performing for the man that was tormenting her son. It was for her son, she kept telling herself. Samson let her go and wagged a finger in her face.
"Now remember, if you fail to follow through on our arrangement, I can make your son's life a living hell."
Tawny looked at Samson, fear, and doubt pulsating through her veins. He was a gang leader, someone who was known for being merciless.
"Give me your number if you agree to my terms." Samson said to Tawny looking at her as if she was on the menu.
"So if I agree to this, you will stop harassing my son?" Tawny asked.
"AND we all here will make sure no one else ever lays a hand on him either, including those jocks from his college." Samson added.
Tawny closed her eyes thinking hard of any other way to get her son out of this, nothing came to mind.
Samson annoyed that Tawny was taking so long added more pressure, "This is a one-time deal, if you walk out now, we are redoubling our efforts. I will give you the count of five to accept our deal. 5... 4... 3... 2..."
"Okay, I'll do it! Here is my number." Tawny finally conceded crestfallen.
"And your address, home, and work. "Samson demanded. Tawny fought back tears as she gave her sons bully all her important details to be tracked at all hours of the day. Like some general surrendering to a conqueror.