Mabel Shot Part 2

"Your neighbor isn't ready for the final act, baby!" He laughs and gives my shoulder a light bite.
"I don't think I am either, sir," I say with a shaky voice, feeling my body being dropped onto the single bed, completely limp.
I get startled as soon as my legs are lifted and pressed against his chest, with his legs flexing, his pelvis at the height of the bed. His brown eyes shine like gold, completely diabolical.
I close my legs and feel the throbbing inside my pussy, completely sensitive, reacting to the slightest movement I make, with the wicked memories invading my mind.
"Wow, where will all this violence take us! Good thing Boris dropped you off at home first, Mabel, or something worse could've happened to you."
I blink quickly and look at one of the girls who works at the gallery, chattering in front of me.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I lower my face toward my bag and finish packing my things inside it.
"Boris's robbery!" she says quickly. "I said good thing he dropped you off first."
I feel discomfort wash over me, along with my heart speeding up. Rumeu had announced this morning that Boris was robbed last night at the entrance to the building where he lives. They dislocated his left arm and broke his nose during the beating he got when he tried to resist the robbery, but the robber took his gold watch and imported car. Rumeu didn't go into much detail, just said that Boris was fine, spent the night in the hospital, and this morning filed a police report, but he thought it would be very hard for them to find the belongings or identify the robbers, as Boris couldn't remember their faces. I tried to seem surprised and scared, while inside I was in shock, knowing the truth about what happened to Boris.
"Yeah, good thing," I murmur without looking at her, getting up. "I have to go, my shift is over."
I smile without much emotion and turn, quickly leaving the room. I feel the throbbing between my legs making me uncomfortable, forcing me to tense my thighs.
"Damn!" I bite my lips and clock out. I leave the building with slow steps and let out a low sigh.
The sound of the phone ringing makes me pull it out of my bag. I see Macro's name on the screen and answer the call, bringing the phone to my ear.
"Hey!"
"You went to bed early last night, that's why you didn't call me..." he says loudly, over the noise of traffic on the other side of the line.
"Yeah, I ended up going to bed early," I murmur to him, feeling the burning in my pelvis betraying me.
"I figured, that's why I didn't want to bother you. I was thinking about stopping by your apartment and taking you out for dinner..."
I scratch my head at the sound of his voice, walking slowly down the street behind the gallery, raising my head.
"What the..." I hiss, confused, blinking several times to make sure of what I'm seeing.
"Dinner tonight, shall we?"
"Macro, I..." I stop walking and look even more lost at the other side of the street. "I'll call you back."
I hang up the phone and end the call, lowering my hands slowly, surprised as I see a young woman with short black hair, wearing sunglasses, smoking a cigarette, sitting on the hood of a yellow car, holding a cardboard sign with my last name written on it in red marker.
Shot.
I ponder for a few seconds, looking back at the door I just came out of, wondering what the chances are of running back into the gallery before she sees me.
"Mabel? Mabel Shot?" I turn my face to her, watching as she takes off her sunglasses and lifts them up on top of her head, looking at me.
I slowly raise my hand and give her an embarrassed smile, watching her hop off the hood of the car and throw the cardboard sign into a trash can at the corner of the building.
"Girl, I've been here for like three hours! I was so scared you'd leave earlier and I wouldn't be able to catch you," she says, excited, stopping in front of me and putting her hands on her hips, looking at me curiously. "So, you're Miss Shot!"
"Yes, I am." I smile at her and extend my fingers. "And you must be?"
"Sieta," she greets me and shakes my fingers with hers. "Greg put me in charge of taking you to an appointment."
Her hand releases mine and she slowly walks around me, looking at me curiously. She takes her sunglasses off her head and bites the arm of the glasses slowly, at the corner of her mouth. I'm confused, having the woman studying me like I’m a store mannequin, looking from my brown shoes to my jeans and the jacket on my body.
"Greg?" I ask, confused, not understanding, feeling even more uneasy with her looking at me as if I were a display fish in a large aquarium. "Is something wrong, why are you doing this..."
"You're short!" She laughs and stops in front of me, shaking her head from side to side. "You're smaller than me. I finally found a woman shorter than I am!"
I don’t know if I should laugh or feel like a fool, staring at her, not understanding why my height amuses her so much.
"I'm Czar's cousin, I scheduled a gynecologist for you!"
"Oh, crap, I said I didn’t need that!" I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "He didn’t need to send someone, to bother you..."
"Oh my God, of course, I don’t mind! In fact, this is priceless." She puts her sunglasses back on and turns her back to me, walking toward the car. "Come on, let’s go, it’ll be fun, I promise! I was thinking about taking the train, but driving seems better."
I’m still not understanding what the hell is wrong with that man not listening to me.
"I hate riding trains, except when I’m drunk..." She stops walking and turns to me. "Do you like trains, have you ever ridden one?"
"Actually, I’ve only ridden once, but I liked it." I look confused at her and at the car. How did this conversation get to liking trains? "You really didn’t need to come."
"Oh no, no!" She laughs and shakes her head. "No need for formalities, just call me Sieta, I prefer practical things. I’m a free spirit, prefer to call myself a citizen of the world, without being tied down to labels." She opens the car door and gets in, continuing her rapid-paced speech. "I asked Yelena to set aside the afternoon for us, you’re going to like her."
"To be honest, I’d really prefer to schedule my own gynecologist. One of the girls recommended hers to me, she said he’s a good doctor."
"She’s a bit different from other doctors, but still, I guarantee she’s the best," the woman continues, not listening to what I said and closing the car door.
I scratch the top of my head and look at the yellow car. She opens the car door from inside and pushes it open for me.