Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180306174447/@comment-28718853-20180309170817

I'm willing to go along with my friends on plenty of things, but to be put on the spot at a time like this and to risk ruining my favorite suit? No way brother!

I shoot up from my chair and tell my friends, "Nope, nope, I'm not doing this!"

My friends give me perplexed looks as I make my way towards the door. "Uh oh, looks like we have our first quitter!" the announcer sings followed by a chorus of boos that are flung my way. I stop at the door and without looking at the crowd, give them my middle finger.

I step out into the night and the shutting of the door silences the audience's disappointment in me. One of my friends is going to have to take up my spot. Sorry for being a spoil sport, but they should have known by now that I despise being put on blast.

With nothing better to do, I move into a nearby alley and take out my smartphone with the intention of playing a few games on it. The sound of boots stepping on asphalt reached my ears, but I paid them no mind until I noticed a figure standing in front of me.

I look up to see a scantily clad human woman wearing makeup who appeared to be in her early thirties staring at me with a sultry grin. "Nice night huh?" she asks me. "Yeah, nice night," I reply in a sarcastic tone. The woman steps closer to me and asks, "You feeling lonely tonight?"

My phone is slipped into my pocket and I respond, "If you're a prostitute then sorry. I'm not in the mood."

The woman places a hand on her hips and says, "I wasn't looking to do this for money baby."

I shake my head and say, "Money or not, I'm not interested."

She clicks her tongue and mutters, "That's a shame."

Her hand disappears inside her jacket and returns with a pistol. She has it pressed into my chin before I can react and her voice becomes venomous, "Listen fucker, I've been trying to become a mother for the past two years, and every man I tried it with has told me that 'he's just not ready'!"

The pistol is pressed harder into my terrified chin and she continues, "This time, I don't give a shit if you're ready or not! You are going to get me pregnant, and if you satisfy me, then I may just let you walk away with your life!"

"Pathetic, forcing a man to have sex with you via gunpoint is just the lowest one can sink," comments another, more irritated female voice. We look up and see a Jinko glaring at us with scorn in her eyes. My would-be rapist and possibly murderer lowers the gun from my chin and spits at the feline, "You're one to talk you hypocrite! You whores just jump the first man you see!"

The Jinko steps closer to us and says, "Whores only have sex for money. You're a villainous cur who is playing with this man's life over the notion of him giving you a baby."

"Shut up! Do you know how hard it is for me to get a man so I can have a family!?" the woman screams as she points her gun at the Jinko. The Jinko is unmoved by the crook's threat and asks, "Have you ever tried going to bars or nightclubs? You're appropriately dressed for them."

The woman clenches her teeth and snaps, "Bitch, I am not getting myself impregnated by those ignorant drunkards or weed blowers!"

I wanted to run, but I was too frozen in fear to do so. Besides, there was a dead end down the alley.

The lady trains her gun on the Jinko's head and warns, "Now get the fuck out of here before I end you!"

The Jinko shakes her head and says, "Ma'am, I suggest you put the gun away before I make this a night you don't want to remember."

"Bite me!" the woman snaps with her finger on the trigger.

The mamono sighs and mutters, "I warned you."

She crouches and lunges forward at the woman. A shot rings out from her gun, but the Jinko is on her quickly and kicks her gun arm away. The lady tries to counter by clawing at the Jinko's face, but her wrist is grabbed and she receives a swift punch to her own face. The thug backs away and raises her gun to fire, but the Jinko leaps into the air and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick to her face.

The psychopath stumbles back and falls against the wall completely out cold. After seeing all of that, the only word I can say right now is, "Wow!"

The Jinko strolls up to me and asks, "Are you alright?"

In the midst of relaxing myself I answer, "Yes...thanks to you."

She turns back toward the unconscious mess and mumbles, "What a pathetic piece of trash, trying to force men to make her a mother at gunpoint."

"Well, some women are desperate like that," I say.

"True, and it's also true that we mamono desire a man to call our own husband," says the Jinko. "T...that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just mamono instincts," I say in an attempt to raise her spirits. The Jinko smiles at me and says, "Indeed, I am not afraid to say that I am proud of who I am."

As my savior stands in front of me, I feel an odd sensation rise in me. There is something about this Jinko that's...very special.

"What's your name," I ask her. "Katrina," she answers. "Cool, I'm Hank," I reply. Katrina nods and I ask her, "Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Just spending some time off from my job as a police officer," says Katrina. "Oh, you're a cop?" I ask, slightly surprised. I motion toward the lady on the ground and ask, "Well, aren't you going to arrest her? You know, for attempted rape and murder?"

Katrina turns toward the downed thug and says, "I would, but I'm feeling generous tonight. All she wants is a family, and hopefully this night will be a wake up call for her."

"Oh, well uhhh..." I point a finger out of the alley and ask, "I have a box of Pharoah's Pizza at home and a few movies. If you'd like we could spend the rest of the night together."

Katrina nods and says, "That sounds good."

We drive back to my place and I treat Katrina to some aforementioned pizza and two action movies. Close to midnight I offer to let Katrina sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch, but she insists that we sleep together. I agree and we soon drift off to sleep in my bed, but come morning she's laying right on top of me and I'm missing my underwear. I ask her what happened and she tells me, "Don't you remember? You were rewarding me for saving the prince in a panic."

I blush, and slap my forehead. How could it have slipped my mind that we hit it off last night? Katriana chuckles and holds my chin saying, "It's alright, I'm not hurt."

She kisses me on the lips and whispers, "Now you should go get ready for work my sweet prince."

Later on at the office I encounter Emile, one of my friends from the club and he tells me, "Hey Hank, sorry about last night. We forgot how much you hated being in the spotlight."

With the brightest smile on my face I tell my co-worker, "No need to apologize, last night was the best night ever for me!"

Emile gives me a puzzled expression, but he shrugs and returns to his computer.

As I head toward my cubicle, I reminisce about last night in my home. Katrina's definitely going to be thinking about me, and I am definitely going to be thinking about her. I intend on trying to make time for her. That other woman that attempted to force sexual intercourse with me last night. I can only hope that she changes her ways and things work out for her. I'm certain that there are plenty of kind men in this city that are willing to give her a chance.