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Claudia giggled helplessly as she was manhandled through the club by two implacable but determined doormen. A local metal band were ripping up the shitty little stage, the over-crowded mosh pit at their feet writhing in frenzied abandon. Claudia had been dabbing at a wrap of MDMA, a gram that turned out not to be the crappy, over-cut stuff she usually wound up purchasing. She'd stuck to water, till a girl started buying her Tequila shots. Too wasted to realise the recklessness of passionately kissing a barely clad blonde in the middle of a mosh pit full of drunk, horny men, Claudia had unwittingly kicked off an orgy of violence. Toes were stepped on, drinks spilled, battle cries sounded. Her sequinned red halter dress had been ripped from her rail-thin frame. Had security not intervened, she would be getting gangraped by now. As it was she just found it all hilarious... except that the blonde had vanished without leaving her number.
Cold night air hit Claudia like a slap in the face. She gasped as the doormen abruptly ceased supporting her, her ridiculous heels sending her clattering to the sidewalk, ripping her stockings and grazing her knees. The next thing she was cognizant of was the interior of a patrol car, hard metal cuffs chafing her wrists. She got dumped in a private cell for her own protection, not least from her beleaguered social worker, who turned up around mid-morning to listen to his charge blame every hetero man in the city for her current predicament. He shook his head.
"We have been through this before; you can't prick tease like that and not expect drunken hyenas to act first and think later."
"I wasn't fucking cock-teasing." Claudia insisted mutinously. "I was just having fun."
"Yeah, about that. Just how many counts of possession do you imagine that I can wave a magic wand over?"
"... One more maybe?"
Omar Jefferson shook his head. It was a testament to how much he gave a shit about Claudia that he was here at 9am on a Sunday, two days growth on his chin and his dark skinned head.
"Once again, you got no fixed address, no job, no money... you're looking at juvenile detention this time. The only reason you're not looking at county is that you're not eighteen for another couple days."
Claudia hung her head.
"So what now?" She asked.
"Hell if I know. You need a miracle."
Omar gave her a long look, taking in the state of her black underwear, the way it showed through the white paper dress she'd been furnished with, the ink on her back and various other places, the punk make-up. He had a lot of time for Claudia Vane, the girl had every reason to be a fuck-up but she was becoming beyond his influence and this was the last time he would ever have the chance to drag her back onto the straight and narrow. Next time she'd be a legal adult... a fucking statistic in a system that had no reason to care.
"So, your miracle is a local business woman. She is willing to foster an older child." Claudia stuck her tongue out at being referred to as a kid "I have already faxed her your file and guess what, she hasn't laughed in my face yet. You're an intelligent girl. Behave yourself, learn from her about business and she will fund your college education later in the year. If I can get you out of here and over to her house before she reconsiders this might just be the biggest break you ever get. Is there any possibility of you not fucking this up for yourself and getting me fired?"
Claudia nodded slowly, now completely contrite.
"Plenty of kids would beg on their knees for an opportunity like this." His voice abruptly softened. "I know what you went through with your parents was horrific but you can't blame the whole damn world forever. This is your last chance to prove that you can move on from all that shit and be successful in your own right. Can you do that?"
She nodded again.
Less than an hour later, Omar had taken Claudia to collect her one suitcase of stuff from the apartment of the friend she'd been staying with. He rejected everything she owned and bought her some jeans and a modest top that concealed her tattoos. They cruised through the most affluent neighbourhood in town while Caludia quizzed him about her new guardian; a woman who had been persuaded to take her on at only a couple hours notice.
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Claudia Vane
Age 18, 5ft tall, 32B breasts, dark green eyes.
Claudia Vane
Age 18, 5ft tall, 32B breasts, dark green eyes.
Claudia giggled helplessly as she was manhandled through the club by two implacable but determined doormen. A local metal band were ripping up the shitty little stage, the over-crowded mosh pit at their feet writhing in frenzied abandon. Claudia had been dabbing at a wrap of MDMA, a gram that turned out not to be the crappy, over-cut stuff she usually wound up purchasing. She'd stuck to water, till a girl started buying her Tequila shots. Too wasted to realise the recklessness of passionately kissing a barely clad blonde in the middle of a mosh pit full of drunk, horny men, Claudia had unwittingly kicked off an orgy of violence. Toes were stepped on, drinks spilled, battle cries sounded. Her sequinned red halter dress had been ripped from her rail-thin frame. Had security not intervened, she would be getting gangraped by now. As it was she just found it all hilarious... except that the blonde had vanished without leaving her number.
Cold night air hit Claudia like a slap in the face. She gasped as the doormen abruptly ceased supporting her, her ridiculous heels sending her clattering to the sidewalk, ripping her stockings and grazing her knees. The next thing she was cognizant of was the interior of a patrol car, hard metal cuffs chafing her wrists. She got dumped in a private cell for her own protection, not least from her beleaguered social worker, who turned up around mid-morning to listen to his charge blame every hetero man in the city for her current predicament. He shook his head.
"We have been through this before; you can't prick tease like that and not expect drunken hyenas to act first and think later."
"I wasn't fucking cock-teasing." Claudia insisted mutinously. "I was just having fun."
"Yeah, about that. Just how many counts of possession do you imagine that I can wave a magic wand over?"
"... One more maybe?"
Omar Jefferson shook his head. It was a testament to how much he gave a shit about Claudia that he was here at 9am on a Sunday, two days growth on his chin and his dark skinned head.
"Once again, you got no fixed address, no job, no money... you're looking at juvenile detention this time. The only reason you're not looking at county is that you're not eighteen for another couple days."
Claudia hung her head.
"So what now?" She asked.
"Hell if I know. You need a miracle."
Omar gave her a long look, taking in the state of her black underwear, the way it showed through the white paper dress she'd been furnished with, the ink on her back and various other places, the punk make-up. He had a lot of time for Claudia Vane, the girl had every reason to be a fuck-up but she was becoming beyond his influence and this was the last time he would ever have the chance to drag her back onto the straight and narrow. Next time she'd be a legal adult... a fucking statistic in a system that had no reason to care.
"So, your miracle is a local business woman. She is willing to foster an older child." Claudia stuck her tongue out at being referred to as a kid "I have already faxed her your file and guess what, she hasn't laughed in my face yet. You're an intelligent girl. Behave yourself, learn from her about business and she will fund your college education later in the year. If I can get you out of here and over to her house before she reconsiders this might just be the biggest break you ever get. Is there any possibility of you not fucking this up for yourself and getting me fired?"
Claudia nodded slowly, now completely contrite.
"Plenty of kids would beg on their knees for an opportunity like this." His voice abruptly softened. "I know what you went through with your parents was horrific but you can't blame the whole damn world forever. This is your last chance to prove that you can move on from all that shit and be successful in your own right. Can you do that?"
She nodded again.
Less than an hour later, Omar had taken Claudia to collect her one suitcase of stuff from the apartment of the friend she'd been staying with. He rejected everything she owned and bought her some jeans and a modest top that concealed her tattoos. They cruised through the most affluent neighbourhood in town while Caludia quizzed him about her new guardian; a woman who had been persuaded to take her on at only a couple hours notice.
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