#lesbianwritting

Amanda looked at her bathroom’s mirror with quite some interest; she wasn’t actually looking at her own perfectly toned, slim body, or admiring her long wet hair dropping down to her chest. She wasn’t counting her scars accumulated on her white-as-a-sheet skin, no. She was a weird soul lost in thought, remembering everything that had happened that day; repurposing thoughts and exchanging possible outcomes. She was thinking of “Alina” and how she would finish the task she was given by her client.

Alina’s father was a huge asshole. As the right hand of a man called Joseph King (prominent corrupt politician, soon to be president), he had a background full of sins and a tendency to make enemies everywhere he went, including his own daughter. Why would his own daughter want him killed? You may ask. He wasn’t father of the year, apparently. He had abandoned her after ordering her mother’s death, gifting her a lonely life as the “mob princess” she became afterwards. Long years of street violence and carnage made pain and blood her only language.

It was bothersome for Amanda having to work this type of cases, since she wasn’t going to be able to kill anyone by sheer mistake. This case would definitely send her hundreds if not thousands thugs and killers behind her back; if something did in fact go wrong she would need to disappear as a last resort. She needed to be completely careful, she thought. She needed to change her physique and invade Alina’s compound (again!) as a spy of some sort. Pizza delivery girl? Huh, no. Daughter of a popular mob boss in town? Maybe. A “non-interesting” new recruit? Perfect. Next few weeks were going to be insane!

She cut her hair short, in a “side swept undercut” style and painted her tips in a light blue color. Wore black colored contacts to hide her undeniably beautiful blue eyes, and covered her body in dark leathered clothing like a biker would. She looked hot, instead of her usual “femme fatale” style, she looked a bit more like a “tomboy with a girly girl streak”, perfect for the task at hand.

“Who the hell are you?” Alina’s voice echoed in the room with a bored tone, not even looking at her guest directly in front of her; she was more interested in the computer in front of her, which made Amanda offended a little bit. “Joselene, but you can call me Joe for short.” Amanda had mastered an english accent out of nowhere, she just thought it was a nice touch to her improvised character.

Alina found her accent a bit on the strange side; an english woman wanted to join her forces? She analyzed the situation and started to get curious about what was happening. Her right-handed man told her she was a rare case but worth it, supposedly. “Why are you here?” Alina asked turning away from the computer and her left eyebrow jumped up, giving “Joe” an inquisitive look. “I’m here for a job opportunity.” Amanda says not giving up her act, she was a good one. 

“I meant, here in America.” Alina said not swallowing the whole story, something didn’t quite fit and she didn’t know what. “My parents died in a fire when I was a kid. Chose to come to America, so I could have a change of scenery. Also, who doesn’t love some racist assholes?” Amanda said in a cynical tone, trying to make the questioning a lighter chat, hoping to deviate the conversation in the process. It seemed to be working very well. “Marco said you needed some muscle.” She continued not giving Alina the opportunity to process. Amanda flexed her right arm, showing the formed muscle she had in some type of a funny joke. She could swear she saw Alina’s face soften up a bit when she did this, almost stealing a smile, but it was gone in mere seconds, making her think that maybe it was just her imagination. 

“Marco is right. I need someone to find my father’s whereabouts. He is back in town but hidden somewhere, trying to evade getting his ass roasted by the authorities.” Alina mentioned casually, moving her hands up into the air and letting them drop like someone “giving up”, Amanda knew perfectly that THAT wasn’t the case. “I have all the incriminating information to put him under and I’m pretty sure he wants it to disappear. If it does, he would be saved and I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge.” Alina said to Amanda, and she as “Joe” swallowed thickly in secret; if Alina knew she was the same woman as the past few weeks and that she worked for the same guy she wanted to see disappear, Amanda would be dead in a heartbeat.

“Leave it to me.” Is all “Joe” said, turning around and leaving the room. Her back leaned on the door as soon as she closed it behind her, then looking up to the ceiling and closing her eyes, saying all of this was fucked up inside her head. Her own conscience was starting to fight her, but she kept it far away, trying to ignore it.

Alina gave “Joe” some difficult jobs at first, mainly to verify her “loyalty” to the group, even though she didn’t actually say so from her mouth Amanda knew that this was indeed the case. In the end “Joe” successfully completed every work in an easily manner and gained Alina’s favor and respect. It was time to give Alina the hope she so desperately wanted, and after a long time Amanda gave it to her, a hint to her father’s whereabouts. 

“Are you sure about this?” Alina was hopeful and looked at “Joe” with a glint of gratefulness in her eyes. Her face was always serious but, when she was with “Joe” the features of her face softened without herself even noticing. Amanda somehow always noticed things like this; she could see tiny details of a person’s body language with ease. The last month or so Alina gave her trust to the “english lady”, a very difficult thing for her to do since she didn’t trust anyone, until now. 

“We will grab him by surprise, tonight.” Amanda said, biting her lower lip, nervous about what was going to happen next; the “betrayal” she was going to gift Alina tonight, made her skin crawl in disgust with herself. The other woman noticed and thought it was “Joe” being nervous about something going wrong with the task that night.

“You’ll do exceptionally fine, as always.” Alina grabbed “Joe’s” forearm with her delicate fingers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Both of them shared gazes at each other, their eyes meeting in an awkward stare, which suddenly made them feel like getting struck by something electrifying; neither of them knowing what it was. “Uh... I... Thank you. I will prepare everything for tonight.” Amanda replies trying to regain her cool which was the attitude she always reflected in front of Alina as “Joe”, and left the room in hurry.

Alina was left alone in her office, trying to make sense of what just happened, not being able to figure it out. She ended up lost in thought asking herself some questions; Did she like Joe? She did but not in a “romantic” way, at least she thinks not? “No, I doubt it.” She murmured to herself. Did she trust her? Yes, she did. The last couple of times she worked with her she would be dead if she wasn’t present. She even took a bullet for her; when a Russian thug shot at her Joe got right in the middle without thinking it twice, getting injured on her left arm for weeks. Aline smiled in secret, she thought Joe was very brave, she loved the fact that Joe cared for her enough to give her own life for her. Was she worth those sacrifices though? No, she wasn’t, or so she thinks.

For Amanda in the other hand, was a complete... “Clusterfuck, FUCK!” She screamed below her breath, trying not to call any attention while she was leaving. She left Alina’s office in a very awkward and in a very hurried pace, she didn’t know what else to do; trust her mind, her heart or her conscience? She needed the money to survive in this jungle and gave her word to the wrong person, sealing a job she thought would be easy because she thought his daughter was also an asshole! But Alina wasn’t that bad in the end, Amanda thought, she was only misguided by her own desire of revenge and hate for her father. Deep inside she had a good heart, she was kind but hidden in a monsters facade. 

“UGH!” Amanda let out in frustration and a guard looked at her with a confused look. She ignored him and kept walking. What should she do? Give Alina to her father and steal all the info the guy wanted? Or give the guy to Alina and disappear, because she would probably kill her with her own hands? Either way, she was fucked, but why? Why did she cared what Alina thought of her or if she ended up hating her? She wasn’t her friend. “She is nothing to me.” Amanda whispered looking at her hands, expecting to see some answers there for all her troubles. 

“Are you ready for tonights event?” Marco’s voice appeared out of nowhere, he was a silent man and while he was posted resting his back into a wall, smoking... something, he saw “Joe” stopping in the middle of his line sight. Amanda was startled by his voice and turned to the side, looking at him with a smug look, trying to hide her real emotions inside. “Yeah, of course man.” Its all she could come with, keeping the conversation short just in case.

“You don’t look fine. Want some?” Marco showed his hand, two fingers holding out a bit of the smoke he was enjoying, out of sympathy for her. “Thank you, but I don’t really smoke. I appreciate it though.” Amanda replied, starting to walk away. “Hey, hey, wait up.” The guy went after her and Amanda turned around to look at him in the eyes, her face was confused. “Look, I wanted to briefly talk to you about something.” He didn’t waste time to explain what was going on with him, probably because he saw “Joe” was in a hurry. “Its about Alina...” And his face turned serious, head down with sad eyes, he looked like a puppy. “She needs you tonight, more than ever Joselene. This is the most important event in her life and you’ve become the most important person in her life.” He looked straight into "Joes” eyes, and she couldn’t understand what was happening. She knew the guy had a big crush on Alina, but she didn’t know it was THAT big.