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Post by Dante Stark on Jun 3, 2012 20:09:40 GMT -5
Danticus pulled himself off of the cheap motel bed, staring down at the naked woman on the other side of him. Grabbing his wallet he threw a couple of bills on the bed and smiled devilishly, before slowly opening the door and whispering. "Enjoy the cab fare." He closed the door and briskly began to walk across the balcony for the elevator. He stood outside hammering on the button waiting impatiently for the slow thing to arrive, as the doors slide open he noticed a grungy looking emo girl standing alone.
As he walked inside he put his fingers up to his mouth and posed a V sign licking his tongue through it, he noticed the girl smile as the elevator doors began to close on them. After arriving at the ground floor he adjusted his jacket before nodding to the girl on the floor with a big grin across her face. - "Another happy customer." He began to chuckle as he walked down the streets, he began to notice it was looking a little gloomy so he figured where the best place to pick up gutter slut, after strolling the streets he saw his favourite sports bar and he smiled in delight.
After opening the doors he noticed it was slightly busy, he allowed his eyes to scan the various tables. He walked to the bar and ordered himself a couple of drinks before swiftly moving to a small table to consume his drinks alone. After consuming his whisky shots he walked over to a group of men playing pool. "Alright Lads, I'm not going to lie in England if you got caught playing like that I'd have you're nuts in a vice, so how about one of you smug fuckers give me a cue and I'll show you how a man plays." He smiled watching as one of the skinny men handed him his cue.
Leaning over the table he felt the cue in his hands as he lined up his shot carefully assessing the direction he'd aim his shots in - After potting the first couple of balls he began to notice the look of shock in his opponents eyes. As he continued to show up the gentlemen one ball at a time, after watching them sulk off to the corner of the bar he began looking around for something fresher and slightly more attractive than men playing with balls, He didn't see anything that had caught his eyes just yet but it was only the start of the evening things had yet to pick up and he was not even playing his best just yet.
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Post by anastacia on Jun 4, 2012 6:49:18 GMT -5
Life. It wasn't quite the definition of life, but what you did with it. At this moment, in a room clouded with smoke that smelled like alcohol and chalk, life was either worthless or frivolous to the people in the bar. Glass shattering, blaring music, yelling, fighting, and laughing. A constant chatter over the room, and the spilling of drinks. But there was a consistent customer to the bar. A customer that made sure her name was known in the place she owned up the best.
"Next time, just pay me my god damn money, and we won't have this problem!"
It was a feminine voice with an edge and a bite to it before a tall blonde entered the room, greeting many familiar faces. There was spunk in her walk, and a wad of cash in her hand as she took it to a bar and winked at the bartender- giving the callsign for 'the usual'. Things such as 'shots' were unknown to the beauty, as a bottle of whiskey was set down on the table in front of her, cracking the cap and taking a swig she spun around in the bar stool, and leaned back to watch the room.
Anastacia didn't quite sit like a lady. She was slouching back lazily, her elbows on the bar, and her legs slightly spread in a relaxed position. Swigging the bottle as she watched the chaos. Some bloke with a heavy accent was showing up some of the pansys of the house. Probably thinking he was quite the big-shot, based off of his stature as he shot. Stacie scoffed, and rolled her eyes as she stood up for a moment, bringing the bottle to the table beside that one and setting it down as she leaned on it and watched carefully.
"You think you got quite the arm, don'tcha." She challenged, eyeing him as he made the final shot to win. "Some big time city boy who can crush a few drunkards? Well, you're quite fancy. Step off your high horse and look for a real challenge," Her thumb jerked back to gesture over her shoulder at another table a bit away. "That's where the boys who are ready for big-kid underwear play." That's where she picked her bottle back up and threw it back again, standing and making her way back over to where she gestured. The guys there greeting her with pats on the back and chatter-- one of the boys.
Her outfit surely didn't simple manliness, however. The tiny denim shorts, ripped up with the pockets hanging out of the bottom equipped with a black vest that was acting like a tank-top with nothing under it. Tall black boots with a slight heel, and home-made jewlery that showed she was a hunter of a sort. A werewolf tooth hanging from a leather string around her neck, with feathers lined to either side of it. She was tribal jewlery, and it showed her wild side.
Sharing the bottle around the table, Anastacia waited to possibly be followed by the man she had just taunted. Expecting him to mosey on over and challenge up her buddies. The top-junkyard-dogs. They would be more of a challenge than the boys he had started with. Not unbeatable, but a challenge. They'd put up a vicious fight. The slender figure leaned on the table, snatching the bottle back as she laughed and chugged the last of the bottle, licking her lips as she held it above her tongue and let the last drops slide from the glass and fall onto her tongue. Finishing with a musical laugh as she set the empty bottle down on the table.
Game on.
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Post by Dante Stark on Jun 4, 2012 17:59:55 GMT -5
Danticus heard the loud-mouth but yet pretty foxy girl in front of him, and he looked at her with a cheeky smile before quizzing inquiring. "Ha-ha, you really want you to try and best me dear?" He stood there chuckling to himself before he noticed her slink off to join her male counter-parts and a devilish but sexual thought overcome him. maybe i can beat her in game and get something in return. He began to think letting a grin overcome his face. tonight was one of those nights he knew he was easily going to get laid.
"Well if you want a challenge I'm all for it but you should know it'd come with consequences that don't involve you're money." His smile stuck to his face as he followed her back to the table looking over all the friends she'd seemingly acquired noticing how all of them looked like homosexual vampires, and he stood laughing to himself. "So how many of you sparkle then?." His smile still there as he looked around the group of men bringing his sight back to that girls ass eyeing it up with a passion.
"Alright, like i said if you want a competition the rules are, if i win we go back to my place and i fuck you senselessly, and if you win well i don't give a fuck what you want but I'll agree to it. " He knew she'd back out instantly once he'd given her his winning option but there was something about her that made her seem like she took any and all challenges and it peaked his interest among other things it peaked.
"So baby-face, get you're rack out and rack em' up and let's play till you admittedly lose and i get to enjoy a glorious victory which none the less will be amazing just like the after-game." He looked at her and nodded his head letting her know he was totally serious and that she'd end up going home with him for the evening even if she hated every moment in his presence. Danticus picked up the bottle of whiskey and chugged it before slamming it back on the table and moving around the table to allow her to set the game up while he continued to check her body out.
"Also for future reference for when you'll be screaming my name out tonight, you can call me Casanova... pray to tell pretty thing you got a name so i can add it to the list?.." He was fucking her in his mind while he kept acting cocky around her and her friends he'd already insulted he wondered how much she could really take. physically and mentally.. He rested his arms on the table waiting for her to make the first move as he smiled onwards knowing he grinded her gears in more ways than one.
"Ladies first, unless you don't want to play against me anymore. I'm happy to walk away if you're scared doll face." He purred and stuck his tongue out at her letting her know he was going to keep pissing her off all night.
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Post by anastacia on Jun 4, 2012 19:05:10 GMT -5
So, that was what he wanted. He wanted to screw her? Well, at least it was at a house instead of in the nearest ally... The woman eyed him carefully, slowly placing a hand on her hip, cocking her posture to the side, and letting her hair fall over her shoulder as she tipped her head at him and raised a single eyebrow. ”Alright. You got yourself a deal, you crazy ass nympho.” She moved to him cautiously, ”But if I win, I think Luke, my ‘sparkling buddy’, would like a nice screwing from you. He’s a nice guy, might even call you in the morning.” She raised a dainty hand with a firm grip to force him to shake her hand. ”Deal.” With a quick wink, and a pucker of her lips she ripped her hand away, snatching the bottle of whiskey in the processes and asking a nearby bartender to refill it with ‘the usual’ again, and bring it back-- she would be needing quite a bit of it.
”Name’s Anastacia, but I think Luke would be offended if you screamed my name when you end up with him.” That slender body leaned over, her shorts too short not to tease as she picked up the triangle rack and moved painfully slow to the standing position as she grabbed her the cue and laid it on the table, her sharp hazel eyes never leaving his as she stared across the table at him as she put the balls in numerical order in the rack. Raising her eyebrows in a challenging way as she shook the rack to loosen them up and slid them into place.
”I don’t walk away,” She answered him, pulling the rack up and throwing it at him, ”Stand up straight, you’re drooling.” She accused as she grabbed the cue and slowly leaned forward to aim. That black vest becoming more and more appealing and interesting as she seemed to hold the position longer than needed.
And the first shot was made.
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And he crushed her.
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Post by Dante Stark on Jun 4, 2012 20:05:12 GMT -5
Danticus stood up from the table his cue in his hands and he looked up at her smiling while he threw the cue onto the table; "Well that was eventful I've got to say, you've got good hands maybe we can head back to my place and put them to work on something slightly more interesting, unless you want to grab a drink first." He shot her a wink and a smile reeling in the fact he had beaten the cocky girl and he wanted to rub it in her face in more than one way.
"Well, sorry gents looks like I've taken the eye-candy away I'll make sure i give her the best she's ever had cause you fucks clearly dont want to tap this fine ass, and that kind of makes you all pretty gay. " He smiled and placed his cue on the table waiting for her to try and barter her way out of the night in store for them. He knew he had began to piss her friends off and he walked towards the bar and picked up a cheeky bottle of champagne as he gestured her to the door with a smile that said I'm a winner.
"Well Anastacia , lets here is to the long night we've ahead of ourselves i hope you like it rough cause i certainly do. " He was playing her now, and he seemingly enjoyed the company he was about to devour and he knew he repulsed her with his every being and it turned him on more and more knowing she hated him and it was going to be a night either of them would be forgetting for a long time.
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Post by anastacia on Jun 5, 2012 11:20:47 GMT -5
A long, agonizing, pissed-off stare locked with the man across the table. Her hands gripping the table as she swallowed hard, and stood up straight again. Anastacia wasn't about to let this man ruin her pride and dignity. As he asked her about the drink, her eyes never left his as she shouted to the bartender: "Get me two shots full of tequila! I'm going to need it!" She called, still keep eye contact as he moved towards her with such a devilish walk. Such a smug look on his face.
"Wipe that look off your face." She grumbled as her eyes moved to the boys who seemed to enjoy her fuming persona. He led her over the bar, grabbing a bottle of champange as Anastacia took two shots of tequila and took the bottle from him as she led the way out, swigging the champange from the bottle before she handed it back to him.
"You're a lucky little bitch, you know that right?" The blonde said as she called a taxi with her right hand, before turning around and grabbing his shirt as the taxi pulled over, "And you keep this shit to yourself. I don't want a bunch of STD filled assholes showing up and playing for my ass- got it?" She took a moment to glare at him before she climbed into the taxi and pulled out a cigarette and her cell phone, rolling down the window for the smoke.
"We're going to your place," She said as she lit the cigarette up, looking at him and gesturing for him to tell the driver where to go. Blowing rings of smoke as she smiled devilishly for a moment and looked out the window as she turned off her cellphone and stuffed it back in her pocket.
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Game on!
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Post by Dante Stark on Jun 5, 2012 18:23:13 GMT -5
"Winchester apartments, please mate." Danticus smirked as he revealed to her he was slightly richer then the trash she would usually hang around with, while in the cab as it pulled away he pulled out a shiny tin box full of his finest cigars. He examined each and everyone before finally pulling out one, he placed it in his mouth before retrieving his lighter and his lit the cigar smiling as he took a long puff on it before exhaling smoke and smiling with a deep grin letting her know she was in for a surprise.
The cab arrived outside the luxurious apartments and Danticus offered his hand out for the lady and she took it. While walking up to the stairs he had noticed he had not yet let go of her hand and he shrugged it off, while opening the door to his penthouse apartment a thought had began to cross his mind had he put away any of his hunting gear or his maps with hunting locations and he slowly opened the door and flicked the light on realising he'd left everything out on show.
"Don't mind any of this stuff its... its... uh nothing..." He stammered and figured she'd already seen too much and she would probably bail. Walking further into his lavish penthouse apartment. He threw his jacket on the large leather sofa and began to walk into the kitchen, acquiring two wine glasses he slowly pulled out his finest bottle of vintage wine, he poured the bottle slowly between the two glasses half expecting her to have left one he'd returned from the kitchen.
He returned to the front room and grabbed the stereo's remote control and it began to blast one of his latest favourite bands. "Hope you're a fan of Ludo, otherwise I'll have to change the CD." He smiled bringing the wine and slowly placed it on the little coffee table before sitting down on the sofa. "Also, I'd never tell any STD-infected asshole about you, you're far to interesting to give away.. Mon Chéri " He purred the last part before bringing his glass up to his mouth and sipping it slowly.
"Also, you can call me Danticus or Dante if you prefer it over Casanova.. I'm not fussy..." He smiled gesturing for her to sit down and have a quick drink, but in his mind he was checking her figure out and mentally undressing her. He had his smile letting her know what he was really doing with his eyes.
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Post by anastacia on Jun 7, 2012 15:53:16 GMT -5
Some big shot from the city just like the rest of them. Throwing her cigarette on the road as Casanova took her hand and led her out of the taxi and pulled her across the street and into a rather large and expensive looking building. Anastacia was beginning to feel a little bit like a filthy prostitute. Being dragged through these halls like many other women that this guy had tricked into his bed. He pulled her through the elevator and held her hand like they were some high school couple before they entered a penthouse.
"Damn son..." She said under her breath as he clicked the lights on. Her eyes wandering as he walked away, letting go of her hand to disappearing into what appeared to be a kitchen area. Striding over to the tables, her fingers grazed the guns and the maps before she pulled out her phone and took a few pictures of the map. Little did this man know... they were quite useful to her.
As he emerged, she had managed to scamper over to the couch and sit down, having folded his jacket and placed it on the cushion out of pure motherly-instinct. He lurked around the back of the couch, clicking on a stereo and playing a unfamiliar song as she shrugged at the band's name. "Never heard of 'em." She said frankly as he slid down the couch rather close to her. Pouring her a glass of some expensive wine of some sort. Her hazel eyes looked at it as she sipped it and licked her lips and making a face for a moment. "Ugh, that's pretty sweet stuff..." Anastacia murmured. She wasn't a wine person, and the glass was quickly set on the end-table.
His smile was too smug. Too obvious. Stacie looked around for a moment before she quickly asked to use the restroom. Retreating to it, she splashed her face with water and sighed. "What did you get yourself into? You idiot." She said into the mirror before removing her clothes and leaving herself in black lingerie as she pulled her hair out of it's ponytail and tasseled it's curls to as sexy as a feminist could do. Turning back to the door she took a deep breath and opened the door and leaned against the frame.
"The best part of me is covered up."
[FADE TO BLACK]
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Post by Dante Stark on Jun 8, 2012 13:29:26 GMT -5
Danticus lay in bed his eyes wide open and his body still in shock from the previous evening, he looked over to Ana who lay next to him covering herself with the duvet. Propping himself up from the bed he reached into his draw and retrieved his favourite white striped boxers slipping them on before moving into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror at his messed hair and his stubble which took up most of his chin, he ran the tap splashing some water over his face and fixing his hair, walking back out to the bedroom he looked at Ana and smiled.
"I don't usually offer, nor do i bring people back here but fancy something to eat or do you need to be somewhere else. .. cause I'm pretty free for the day He smiled at her, picturing the events of last night clearly in his head. Walking over to the window he looked out as the run had began to rise and he wondered what he could do for the rest of today should she have left him.
Danticus walked out of the bedroom still wearing just his underwear he walked into the kitchen and looked in his fridge grabbing a couple of eggs and the milk, grabbing a container he began to break the eggs and stir in the milk adding some butter. After whisking his mix he placed a frying pan on top of the cooker and poured his mix into it. After moving towards the toaster he placed some bread into it and walked away to grab some plates.
After setting everything up he dished up some scrambled eggs and toast, taking the plates towards the bedroom he placed his down on the counter extending his other arm out with her portion of breakfast; "I made you some anyway, you can choose to have it or leave, choice is yours i suppose. " Danticus smiled and continued to hold his hand out waiting on her.
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Post by anastacia on Jun 21, 2012 6:49:26 GMT -5
Well, he had done it. The man deserved an award for so easily being able to bring such a stubborn girl home. The woman clutched the duvet in almost anguish as her one-night stand disappeared into the bathroom. It was the dirtiest feeling that crept on her skin. The most disgusting feeling of prostitution and ignorance. As he returned and asked her if she wanted anything, he disappeared before she answered. The hazel eyed hooker took the bait, standing quickly as stumbled around the room and clothed herself. She wasn't going to stay for tea with someone that she... Hated so much. Her blood curdled at the idea of losing
The idea of enjoying it.
Throwing her clothes back on, the woman stopped at stared at the bed with the strangest urge to leave a tip. A god damn tip? Anastacia shook her head and made her way back down the elevator, the man a the desk grinning at her as he gave an all to friendly goodbye. Stacie had half and urge to turn and sock him in his face to wipe the stupid look off his face.
Pulling out a cigarette and smoking it, the blonde took a last look back to the apartments, giving a quick nod before clambering into the taxi and heading home. The cigarette smoke filling the taxi and her eyes staring long and cold out the window.
Feelings were stupid little things.
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