College DollMichelle was already packing her notebook and pencils before the professor officially announced that the class was over and she would see everybody next week. She piled her books back inside her pack and tried to stand up, but was blocked by a five person caravan moving behind her chair. She should have stood up anyway and forced them to wait, but was too introverted for even a little confrontation.More Like This
Finally, she was able to stand up and file out of the auditorium classroom, and had made it several steps when a voice called. She didn't respond because it wasn't meant for her. It was never meant for her. Then the greeting came again, closer now. "Hello, girl in the blue shirt." Michelle looked down and suddenly remembered she was wearing a blue shirt. Surprised, she turned to see a black haired boy a few steps behind her. He had it spiked up and professionally tussled, and wore long shorts and a t-shirt. He was certainly attractive, and Michelle didn't need her glasses to tell her that.
Agent M's Predicament Being the boss behind the city's black market, I was always busy. I had to make many deals with dealers of all sorts and trades. Drugs, stolen goods, etc. etc. were all quite easy to get if you found your way to my market.More Like This
But not only the business kept me busy. What was worst was always to keep the cops and others from discovering and putting and end to the whole business. And I would rather that didn't happen, seeing as it has made me filthy rich, to put it mildly.
I had just finished a little trade with some thugs that needed to get some stuff from a bit of shoplifting sold. I was more than happy to give them the price they wanted. If I had been them, I would have gone for at least twice the amount they originally wanted, but they seemed to be so scared of someone finding them with the goods that they just wanted to get rid of it quickly. Not that I minded. I could easily sell the stuff for three or four times the amount I bought it for, and nobod