Chapter 5
by 
c1ph4r
What's next?
Jolie and Graham take a taxi.
Originally posted to Writing.com - Lisa's Punishment; ID#2127333 on 04-03-16 - 10:47pm
Jolie stood there in the airport, shaking in anger. “Come on, sweetie,” Graham tried to comfort her. “Let’s get home.”
Her face reddening, she turned to face Alonzo. “Why the fuck didn’t you do anything?” she demanded. “You coward!”
“I didn’t see you doing anything, either,” Alonzo countered. “Sister, huh? I feel sorry for you.” He proceeded to move back to the security booth to finish his shift.
“I’m going to get her back,” Jolie declared to Graham. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to make her pay.” Rant concluded, Jolie stormed out the doors of the airport, leaving Graham to recover their luggage by himself. She watched as Lisa’s car made it’s way past the door and back to the freeway. “Bitch!” Jolie called after her. Lisa couldn’t hear her, but it made her feel a little bit better.
Fortunately, there were plenty of taxis out in the front. She moved up to one of the drivers. It was times like this that she was thankful that she and Lisa had similar powers of intimidation. At least Jolie didn’t use her powers to humiliate everyone she met. “Can you help me,” she asked the taxi driver while batting her eyes.
“Help? With what?” he asked.
“I’m sorry to ask this, but my sister just took the car and my wallet and I don’t have a way to pay you, but I need to get home.” She batted her eyes for good measure.
“What the hell are you doing?” Graham asked as he moved up behind her with their luggage. He was silenced by an elbow to the gut that winded him slightly, but didn’t really hurt him.
“Please, sir,” Jolie continued, laying on the sweetness to a saccharine level. Noticing that he was staring at her chest, she reached for his hand and placed it on her breast, under her shirt. “Can you help us?”
The taxi driver felt and squeezed the nineteen-year-old’s tit-flesh for a moment. “Anywhere you need to go, I’ll take you,” he declared.
“No charge?” Jolie asked.
“No charge,” he confirmed.
“Can we stop at the **** store so I can pick up my prescription, too?” The taxi driver was too distracted by the breast he was feeling to say “no.”
As they got into the taxi, Graham leaned in towards Jolie’s ear. “I thought you said you weren’t going to do that anymore,” he whispered.