A distinguished older gentleman reclined backward in the beach side cafe watching the young women pass. Not bothering with the dark tinted sunglasses most men hid behind, this man openly leered at the displayed flesh as though in a cattle market. Never considering for one minute that they may be uncomfortable with his ogling. Never caring for that matter. In truth Rico cared for very little aside from himself and his money.

While he thought he was distinguished and wore his age well in truth from the outside looking in, he was anything but. The unnatural black of his hair and beard never quite meshing with the creases at the corner of his eyes. Even now in the LA heat he wore a full three piece woolen suit and cravat, a tie pin and a chain pocket watch and a shiny cotton shirt. A medallion round his neck and a knock off cartier watch on his wrist, he looked like a seventies reject. He was trying to hard to present an image. The suit was off the rack belying the image of wealth and power he was trying to give off.

He tapped his credit card on the table rolling it around in his hand, tapping it methodically. The credit card was nothing special, the action was just a sign of his impatience. His associate telling him the lay of the land, who could be useful who to avoid. When the man mention Reynolds Vasquez almost paled. That was the last thing he needed. Now Rico needed to act under the radar, needed to wage a war while staying hidden. He couldn't even play the big i am because word would get back to that supreme asshole that went by the name Taeshawn Reynolds. F*ck you say one thing about the mans girl and you make an enemy for life.

Unconsciously he rubs a hand across his back. Mind wandering back to the moment he offended The nastiest cartel in the history of ever, even Arturo stepped aside if they wanted to bulldoze over him. How could he have known she was one of those Reyes', he'd just thought she was a b!tch who had the audacity to laugh at him, a stuck up jumped up tramp who he'd bend over by force if required. He'd said as much and received a right hook for the trouble, so he'd back handed the ho and called a whore a whore. Less than twenty minutes later he was thrown bound and gagged at the feet of Carter Verone. God he hated women like Reyes' overprotected b!tches who thought the world should kiss their sculpted asses. Rico wanted to do something to her ass but it sure as hell hadn't been kiss it, he hated the fact a mere woman could cause him this many problems have this level of power.

With a blow torch Verone had seared the word whore across his back and shoulders. He'd covered it with a tattoo of the other brat he wanted to torture, an effigy of little angie as he prefered to call her strung to a cross dying and writhing. They had more in mind for him but apparently business called and he escaped lightly. They still held a grudge, Apparently Reynolds had promised to have his balls for earrings if he ever found him near Reyes again. To cover his agitation he snatched the surveillance photographs from his associate.

Thumbing through them, he took stock of the fact that Leticia Ortiz was a beautiful woman. He could make a small fortune off a woman like that, but damn it his brother wanted her dead and was willing to pay well for the job. That said he didn't say how soon she had to be dead no reason Rico couldn't play with her a little first. Of course he'd probably have to get her out of LA before he got to spend any quality time with her. Now on to the more recent photo's of the known associates she may turn too.

This was too good to be true, surely it wasn't. In the photograph with big bald and beefy, surely it couldn't be. But he'd known that face anywhere, he still owed the little sl*t for the scar on his arm, for the 15k she stole from him not to mention the money he's poured into finding her. No woman made a fool out of him, women were beneath him. Maybe this wouldn't be the suck job he thought it would. He could even overlook Reynolds presence because he may just get two for the price of one.Little Eva stared up at him from the 5x7 piece of paper, he knew she'd make him some serious money when she filled out a little.

Pocketing the photographs he dismisses the associate. sipping a beer and trying to look casual in his three piece suit. a woman passes just a little to close to the table for Rico to resist. she's two steps beyond him when he slaps her ass. Well she was asking for it walking that close and being all on her own out here especially dressed like that.

Rico: Hey Sweetness how about i take you for a ride, then later if your a good girl I might even let you take me for a ride.

He throws her a smirk he thinks is sexy and confident, in truth he just looks leery and perverted.

God Spencer hated California.

Or any unforgivably hot place. Florida, New Mexico, Arizona… She was born in Maine, for pity’s sake! And yet, there she was, strolling along the beach front properties with no other purpose but the need to stretch her aching legs. Most wouldn’t think, but looking at her, that Spence was built for hard labor but, in all honesty, that’s all the work a drifter could really get n most towns and cities. She spent the last three days in a tank top and jeans, loading bricks onto deliver trucks with a bunch of muscle bound and beer bellied men who thought it was fun to see a girl do “men’s work”. Pricks learned to respect her by the end of the day when she did twice the work most of them did. Jerks.

But, everyone learns their lesson around her, perks of being Spencer. Someone else starts it, she finishes it. She’s not an intimidating women, but she’s smart. A battle of wits in more rewarding then one involving fists, really. And it’s always fun when someone mouths off to her in anything but English and she can still reply. People take her for stupid and uneducated just because she works under the table. Big mistake kiddies. Big mistake. Anyway, back to the present!

Now, usually, Spencer was a modest girl. Jeans and t-shirts. But, it’s nearly one-hundred degree’s outside. If she wore her normal cloths, she’d be baking. So, instead of a bra, she wore a simple black bikini top and someone black shirts. She had on a white button-up but it was currently tied around her waist, wallet chain slapping against her thigh as she walked in her torn to Hell Converse, shades on her eyes. Her cheeks and shoulders were tinted pink from the heat, her hair French braided out of her face to keep her neck cool. It seemed like a promising enough day off. She had cash and she was getting the urge for a cold beer, but it was too early for the bars to be open. If she thought about it, she could have just gone swimming. But, no. This is Spencer we’re talking about. Common sense does not exist.

Amused by her own thoughts, Spencer made a half-assed effort to dodge some guy on roller skates, apparently strolling to close to an outside table. The sudden contact of a sharp hand against her ass made her freeze mid-step, ridged and pissed. Now, she would have just taken a calm breath, and walked away, but the jackass who touched her decided to speak up. Bad idea.

Whipping around so quick most would have gotten whiplash, Spencer jerked of her sunglasses, mismatched brown and blue eyes glaring at the older man sitting at the café table, leering at HER like a piece of prime steak. Her mind worked quick as her lips twisted into a characteristic snarl that only Spencer seemed to be able to pull off. No one in her family got as angry as she could get.

”Hey, grandpa, save the grab ass for the nursing homes. And, while you’re at it, take a senior class on respect,” she snapped at him, reining her anger in for a moment, raising her chin to glare down her nose at him. If she wasn’t dressed like a beach-bunny reject, one could almost see the air or superiority that flared up around her, breaking her once relaxed aura and trading it for something regal and defiant. She had no problem with older gentleman, but this guy was asking for it.

He sized up the woman in front of him slowly eyes lingering in all those areas women pretended they didn't want you looking. It was slow deliberate and assessing he liked to think it made a woman feel like he thought she was desirable. In truth it was one of those looks that said predator made most women feel like they had been visually raped. Rico though really couldn't care less women existed to be used. Then the baby factory had spoken not only had those gums flapped she spouted some rubbish about grandpa and nursing homes. Unconsciously his hand drifted to the hair at his temple. He knew there wasn't a trace of Gray because he dyed it just this morning.

The determined stance and fire in her eyes had him gritting his teeth. What was it with the last few decades that made women feel like they had rights. Why couldn't the world go back to an age of feminine submissive . None of this equality rubbish, God he'd been born to late. Pulling himself up out of the chair drawing himself up to his full height, he's had just about enough of mouthy women not knowing their place. The number of them in this city is ridiculous. While he can't do anything about Reyes and keep his crown jewels intact he.'ll get even with the rest might as well start with this one. His right hand twitched desperate to smack her across that snarling lush little mouth. For a brief moment he imagined those lips bruised from altogether different means. His lips twisted cruelly as he regarded her once more.

Rico: my apologies young man, I mistook you for a female for a moment. Well you will insist on wearing your hair long.

He places a hand heavily on her shoulder cruelly pinching the pressure point as he draws himself up as tall as he can.He envisions himself with a powerful intimidating aura, casting a shadow over the slightest form. His current hold designed to leave barely a mark but inflict disproportionate amounts of pain.

The way his eyes racked over her form made a shudder run down the brunette’s spine, giving her the urge to pull her button-up back on. It suddenly felt very chill but she held her ground. Just because she wasn’t wearing layers of clothing didn’t give anyone the right to touch her without her permission. He didn’t know it, but he had just started a war with Spencer.

Did… Did he just call her a man? Really? That was him come back? Spencer visibly twitched. She was a tomboy, all about fast cars and keeping in shape, basketball being fun, but she had a decent chest. And, since he grabbed her ass, he knew that as well. She knew this guy was trying to ruffle her feathers and it was working. But she, once again, reined in that anger, ready to lash out with another comeback like a rattler going for a second strike. He stood taller than she did, but that didn’t stop her, didn’t intimidate her. No, she wasn’t that easily deterred. This wasn’t the 1920’s. Women could do what they want, when they wanted and Spencer was a model for that.

But, before she could utter another poisonous, sarcasm filly syllable, his hand landed on her should, digging into the sensitive, already sunburned flesh, causing a ripple of pain to wash through the offended area. For a moment, Spencer’s squared shoulder’s slopped in an attempt to relieve the sudden twinge before she registered what she was allowing her body to do on instinct. She had felt worst and wasn’t about to bow just because he wanted to use force! For a moment, she wondered if this stranger had Ruffied girls like her just to get a piece. She imagined it so. Spencer had been with old men, but none as down right disturbing like this man had displayed he was in the past two minutes.

In a second act of defiance, she pushed back, raising her shoulder’s back to their properly postured place, gritting her teeth against the hurt simply to prove a point. He wasn’t going to push her around.

”If I’m the man in this situation, I’d hate to wonder what that makes you,” she hissed back, though her arm trembled slightly from the pressure. ”Remove your hand before I make a scene and bust your nose.” Spencer wasn't above resorting to violence, though she really didn’t want to attention on her. Passer-byers glanced at them but quickly moved on That was L.A. for ya. No one lent a hand so people had to fight for themselves.

Rico was beyond tired of women who thought like men. Women who thought they were equal to men. Right now just women in general were irritating to him but this one in particular had managed to get under his skin. Astrid had been much like this one at one point in time. Had thought she was equal, thought she had a say. He had quickly gotten rid of that idea. He couldn't treat this one like Astrid for one they were in a public place that kind of thing was frowned on.

Staring into her odd mismatched eyes he relishes the pain he finds there. Gritting his teeth to keep from back handing her when she defiantly straightened her shoulders he cuts his eyes fighting to keep his voice under control. Not wanting a scene not needing the police attention and trying to avoid tipping off Reynolds as to his presence in the city he grudgingly does as she asks.

Removing a hand from her shoulder he twists a strand of her light brown hair that has worked it's way loose from her braid through his fingers. before tracing the contours of her cheek with the back of his index finger. It was an action that could have been mistaken for affectionate had that particular emotion ever even briefly figured within Rico it may have caused him to balk. No this possibly tender action held such sinister promise. The finger stopped under her chin raising it slightly as though inspecting her as one would cattle.

Rico: I guess it makes me the man that doesn't care which passage he takes.

It's said lightly almost jokingly if not for the cold emotionless eyes that stare into her own. Regarding her intently licking his lips and stroking the goatee he's recently taken to growing.The smirk that touches his lips could have made him somewhat attractive where it not for the cruelty in his eyes and the intimidating stance.

Rico: but then we both know about girls like you. Your stood here for one of two reasons your either a c$cktease in which case you deserve everything you get. Or your dying for me to screw you up against a wall in a dirty little alley like a sl$t. In which case your not only asking but begging for everything you get.

The smallest sign of displeasure in his eyes and expression brought great triumph to Spencer’s mind, making her smirk mockingly right back at him. She did know him name, nor care to find out, but she planned to win this little battle. She wasn’t some wilting daisy who would deflate under his insults or his hand. He picked the wrong girl to f*ck with and he was going to fin that out the hard way, Spence would make sure of that. A man like this needs to learn his place around a women like her. He had a good chance of overpowering her, at the moment, but he wouldn’t. Not here, not now. Spencer was physically exhausted from her previous work, but she wouldn’t let that show. No, she’d wait till she was alone, curled up in the back of her Chevelle (L.A. hotels were expensive!) and pass right out, someone where no one would see her.

She was momentarily surprised when he did remove his grip from her aching shoulder, trying to hide the relief she felt now that the steady flow of pain was gone. But, it only lasted a moment, when the strange curled a strand of loose hair around her finger, even going as far as to lightly caress her cheekbone. Her face twisted into that of displeasure, so close to smacking his hand away, hands clenched into fist so tightly her knuckles were white. Once again, she avoided making a scene, for now. But he was pushing it, and she was sure he knew it. A gesture like that was reserved to people lose to her, not random jerks on the street corner…

Oh! And the words he uttered made her bristle like an angry cat! She went as far as to bare her teeth at him as he tipped her chin, tempted to bite that finger off, if she wasn’t so scared as to where it had been. She bet he wouldn’t be so horrible if he kept his damn mouth shut. Maybe stapled… His further comments only served to piss her off further and she dared a half step closer to get right in his face. There was no fear for Spencer. People didn’t scare her anymore.

”And if either one of those two were true, you’d probably have me bent over somewhere dark and disgusting but that's not happening right now, is it? Lets evaluate the scene,” she hissed quietly. ”I’m standing, telling YOU to get bent.” She was going to beat him at his own game. ”Does it make you mad Piss you off that I’m not going to back down and just let you f*ck me? Must really scratch you the wrong way to be defied. And by a women, no less.” Her last words were mocking, insulting and accompanied by a cross between a cocky smirk and a sneer as she went to move back again.

It was with a sense of pride Rico watched each flinch each tiny tell from the slight female. He was so tired of these servants thinking they had a right to an opinion. Why couldn't they all be like little Tiffany the seventeen year old nubile blonde with the flexibility of a gymnast. He could force that lithe little body into any position and she never once said no. That said she didn't say much of anything little tiff was mute. So vvaluable a woman that couldn't speak. . This one in front of him should take lessons. Then again Rico always did like teaching her sort. Breaking them was so rewarding watch the fire die replaced with a sense of inevitability and resignation. He could feel the stirrings just thinking about the fire dying in those eyes. The worthless creature accepting any attention he saw fit to bestow. Almost craving his touch because she was lucky to have it.

Fighting to keep from backhanding the mouthy overconfident female his right hand twitches calming himself with thoughts of pliant submissive silent little Tiffany. Her little 5' even child like frame his playground without so much as a murmured protest. Then the second class citizen got right in his face instead of backing off like you would expect he took a step closer a three piece woolen suit in this heat did not make for a fresh smell. Rico didn't care however it was an image hed been striving for. No one ever told him to his face at least that he faile. That he tried to hard. It would be hard to say which Spencer would have noticed first the pungent aroma of sweat or the cloying aroma that told the world amongst Enrique many faults was the fact he was an over cologner.

Taking hold of the hand she was vehemently illustrating what he thought was a baseless pointless waste of oxygen. He could think of at least one thing he could shove in that mouth to shut her up. Applying pressure to the pressure point between thumb and forefinger he squeezes painfully as he guides her hand to the front of his trousers and grinds against it smirking down at the cute outraged expression she has been sporting for most of their interaction. He lets her know just what the idea of beating the defiance out of her is doing for him.

Rico: you know it's entirely optional if your conscious for the experience and if im the only one to play. I like the idea of having my way and leaving your unconscious body for the beggars to play with call it charity work god knows how long it's been since they got any ass.:

OOC: Sorry about the post quality. I'm on my DS.

For the sake of making her point, Spencer endured the strong wave of cheap colone and general body odor that came from wearing a three piece suit in the middle of a hot California day. He was a chauvinist bully and she wasn't about to just walk away from a chance to prove a point. She had too much pride for that. No. She stood her ground, though she tried to pull back for a breath of fresh air.

Much to her dismay, he didn't let her step back. Instead, her grabbed her again, this time her small, slender hand, digging into yet another sensative spot. Unable to brace herself, she flinched and hissed at the sudden pain that traveled up her arm. It made it hard for her to resist as he forced her hand down to the front of his pants. Well, he managed to get a new expression on Spencer's face. Her mismatched eyes widened as he ground so boldly into her hand, giving her a clear picture of what their interaction was doin to him.

The bastard was turned on! He got off on belittling her!

Spencer immediately jerked back, trying to free hrrself from his painful grip and the disgusting action.

"You're sick," she growled. "But I can feel why women would have to be unconscious to be with you... Your "package" could hardly bring anyone satisfaction!"

The lewd smirk never left his lips as the ungrateful opinionated tramp made her give about his package he simply raised an eyebrow she seemed to confuse him with a man who cared about the partners satisfaction. Regarding her keenly taking in every detail to file away for later use. He wondered how she.d look while being forcefully taken. Would she fight or cry would she give in to the fact that really she wanted him. Wanted him to use her sate himself on her and leave her on the floor like the whore all women truly were.

Rico: your assuming I give a shit about their satisfaction. They just happen to be attached to things i intend to use.

His smirk said it all right up until his eyes slighted on an ssc aero it wasn't the expensive car itself that takes his eye or even the gaudy orange colour it's the license plate TR1. It really is like in the cartoon the colour drains out of him from the top down. There is only one man tacky enough to have that vanity plate. Just as surely as he was praying he was wrong he was right. Reynolds himself stepped out of the car with the irritant Reyes with him the olive skinned woman leading a white tiger cub on a lead with a diamond collar of all things.

In moments he'd gone from tormenting the woman to practically hiding behind her as he tracked that cursed couples progress through a the street. Taeshawn who was everything Rico tried too hard to be the other man oozed charisma as he led his model/actress fiance and the newly acquire tiger cub through the crowds. Right now Vasquez didn't care if he was hiding because Damn it that man wanted his balls for fashion accessories although now they may just be a tigers chew toy instead.