Post by succubusdream on Nov 25, 2010 16:37:10 GMT -8
I wrote this a while ago and I haven't finished it yet.
Snow dusted the grass and branches the previous night, giving the plantation a tranquil glittering touch. I glanced at the clock, noting the time, nine. I needed to get ready for work and take the car in for service. I threw on a dark blue fuzzy long sleeved turtleneck over a black tank top with black pleated skirt, high leather boots that disappeared under my skirt and looked myself in the mirror. "Almost done" I whispered and traced on black eyeliner and deep maroon lipstick. I found my custom throwing knives and tucked them away in my boots. I grabbed some yellow wrap-around sunglasses and the keys to my Ninja ZX-10R when Leo stopped me in the doorway.
"Hey Sis, I need a ride to the 'big boys store' today."
"I am not giving you a ride to some triple X store, go ask one of your friends."
"I can't, they are busy with their girlfriends. I really want to make tomorrow night special for Naomi and you are the only one that can drive right now, pleeeeeese Sim," he begged with his hands clasped together.
"Read...my...lips...N...O..." I said leaning slightly forward. "Besides what makes you think she wants a night of plastic objects invading her?" He drew back for a moment giving a confused look. Shaking my head, I looked at him. "If you want to make a night special then buy some candles and put them around a room. Then later that night take her out to a nice dinner, and follow it up with taking her to that room blindfolded and when she sees the candles she'll love it.... After that, keep all your attention on her."
"Ohh, I never thought of that." Touching his chin and briefly looking at the ground.
"I need to jam. Start planning while I’m gone. I’ll make sure you’re on the right track later." I ducked under his arm and walked down the spiral metal staircase.
"See you Jenna," I shouted to the housekeeper. I snatched my leather jacket off the coat rack, opened the door to the 3rd garage, started my motorcycle, and speed off to Club Infinity 2.
Once I got to the club, Mary, one of the waitresses, said that my boss, Jack, wanted me in his office. I shoved my way through the crowd, got a few whistles and unwelcomed butt squeezes on the way. I reached the door that said 'Manager' on it and knocked.
"Come in" I opened the door to what looked like a fat, hairy, ball planting slobber all over three naked women.
"Aaaaawwwwww! Do that kind of shit at home!" I choked out in disgust and attempted to shield my eyes from the horrific sight. Jack looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.
"Ohh, it is you..." He said drunkenly and scrabbled off the women."Brenda, Lisa, Casey... get dressed and get out, I need to talk business now. I'll call you girls later." Staring off after them as they grabbed their plastic clothes and leapted out the door.
"You wanted to talk to me?" I asked crossing my arms. He picked up a beer and focused his attention on me.
"Yeah, uhh I've been getting some complaints about you Simi." pause "Some of our customers are saying that you have been hitting them and been unwilling to cooperate to any amount of money they offer you." I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "Now Sim, that looks really bad on me" gesturing to his chest "and I really don't want to fire you for this, but you can't be hurting the business like this, OK?"
Astonished and pissed I replied "When you hired me you said that I didn't have to accept the money if I don't want to."
Slurring his words now, he said "I know but I thought you'd warm up to the idea by now...and maybe... me."
Now I was going to puke. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Nothin', just a little groggy" He giggled and reached toward me.
I took a step back repulsed. "You know what, I quit." Furious I told him that I'd come back next week to collect my final paycheck and never see his ugly corpse ever again. Then I marched out of there. He called after me a few times, but I just ignored the pathetic excuse of a human.
I hopped on my bike and started the engine.
A scruffy-bearded biker yelled, "You wanna some power between them beautiful legs of yours? Take a long ride on this baby and you'll never want to stop." Either motioning to his Harley or to his crotch I will never know. Man, I was getting sick of this.
"People with asses like mine don't talk to people with faces like yours." I shouted back and heard the other biker's oooo-ing. Victory... I gave a killer smile to a young dirty blonde haired kid with a straight-out-of-jail kind of look, as a trumpet gift to myself, knowing what would happen as soon as I left. Yeah, guys are simple. A effortless pleasure of being an ample woman sends a trivial tingle, which is appreciated but easily dismissed.
"Your home early" Leo mentioned. Spreading the peanut butter for the PB+J he was making.
"Yeah, yeah I know. I quit." I leaned against the island in the center of the kitchen.
"Why did you even work there?"
"Because Julianna insisted that I get out."
"Know what you mean, I can't stand it around here sometimes."
I raised an eyebrow "Dear, that’s because you aren’t the center of attention."
"You want to go to a new club with me?"
Wow! That was out of the blue. "I thought you were going to chill at a friend’s house or something tonight."
"No, I just wanted to go to that one new store called SeXXXy or something like that and I really didn't want to go alone." He grinned.
"Bloody chicken" I said half laughing.
"Anyway, you wanna go? I wanna show you off."
"Show me off? That sounded a little creepy and incestuous."
"Sorry. Sooooooo?”
"Got nothing better to do...I am guessing we are taking the Porsche."
"Yeah, and you might want to put some actual clothes on. You don't need to take weapons to this one, too."
"This is what I had to work in. Quit bitching."
"I know, I just like giving you shit for it." He finished making the sandwich. "Now get your butt up there, we're gonna go in thirty.
I strode up towards my rooms. I reached about half way up the stairs when I caught a glimpse of something...or someone out the huge window. It looked like a dark shape of a man with long hair. But suddenly there was a flash and he was gone. I shook my head. Wow, I have got to stop drinking so much caffeine. I stripped and slipped on moderately short black cashmere knit turtleneck dress with faux fur lining the bottom and cuffs. I found some black pumps, slipped them on then quickly reapplied my eyeliner and changed my lipstick to a simple colorless gloss. No weapons? Ha, that's what he thinks. He has no idea how dangerous it can be for a girl. Men. Shaking my head, I tucked two knives into unnoticeable pockets of my dress and headed out to the Porsche. I see Jenna again.
"Ms. Simi?"
"Just Simi, Jenna, please."
"Yes Simi, Julianna invited me over for dinner next Friday and I was wondering if I could bring my brother?"
"Yeah sure, the more people the better."
"Thank you so much, I will tell him immediately." I watched her scurry off to the kitchen, her long, deep red hair flowing behind her. I smiled and went out the door.
"So where is this new club?" I asked once I got in the passenger side.
"You'll see." he smirked and squealed down the driveway.
~
It had taken over an hour to get to our destination that happened to be Club 735. It was on Bourbon Street, the night life central of New Orleans. We walked right passed the line outside and in through the doors, exchanging greetings with the bouncers and security guards as we passed. The club was filled with newly 21’s rubbing on each other to the beat of industrial music. Many of the females wore so little, their assets hung out, and I am not just talking about their breasts.
We weaved through the dancers to the second floor where drinks were waiting for us at a private table. A tall, sophisticated redhead was sitting in the booth with whom Leo immediately engaged himself in a conversation.
My mind wandered as the shirley temple in front of me slowly diminished over the next hour. Many people wore neon clothes that shone vibrantly in the black lights vertically striping the club walls. I frequently found myself watching the bodies below move and flash with an array of colors. Dancing was not on my list of motivating activities that night. I didn’t want to be there, but it would have been a lonely night at home if I hadn’t gone. My brother was still chatting with the redhead when I left the table. I made my way down to the dance floor and found a dark, secluded spot in the sitting area, under the second floor balcony to sulk in.
It was shaped like a semicircle, with one door in the back. There were no black lights on the walls, but benches and a single string of colored Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. A few over-sized bean bags and coffee tables grouped together around the room providing a comfortable atmosphere, but no one had occupied it yet.
I plopped myself down on the padded wood in a very unladylike fashion, landing with my feet apart, knees together, and back pressed against the wall. Sighing, I relax a bit and close my eyes for a minute. The beat of the music thrummed through my body, quaking at my heart to match its’ pulse. A pair of footsteps came close to my resting place, halting a meter or two to my right. I blinked the shapes into focus to see a couple on the brink of meaningless sex. Registering their possible actions, I graciously scooted down a few benches to give them privacy. The music soon faded and changed to a slow seductive rhythm which would play throughout the rest of the night.
I surveyed the room for any changes, spotting a figure opposite from me, and suddenly remembered the odd incident on the stairs earlier. Judging from its’ tall, bold, and unwavering appearance, it was male, staring straight at me. He shifted slightly, unmasking dark luminous green eyes and the hard features which framed them. Long black hair bled into the shadows around him as if he were part of them. A black long sleeved flowing shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, the front partially untied to reveal several inches of muscle. Leather pants and biker boots completed his sinister image.
Desire blazed to life in my loins as he glided toward me with prowess. The need surged through out my body and hit my aura almost immediately. The stranger must have noticed it because his hard expression changed to show slight amusement. He never faltered in his stride, but progressed over with more determination.
Stopping one pace before me, he extended his hand. “May I have this dance?” His voice deep, rumbling a silken spell around me.
“It would be my pleasure.” I replied, laying my hand in his and standing. Knots curled in my stomach as he led me to the centre of the lounge and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. My hands curled around his neck, moulding the rest of my body to his, and sending my nerves buzzing with excitement.
Snow dusted the grass and branches the previous night, giving the plantation a tranquil glittering touch. I glanced at the clock, noting the time, nine. I needed to get ready for work and take the car in for service. I threw on a dark blue fuzzy long sleeved turtleneck over a black tank top with black pleated skirt, high leather boots that disappeared under my skirt and looked myself in the mirror. "Almost done" I whispered and traced on black eyeliner and deep maroon lipstick. I found my custom throwing knives and tucked them away in my boots. I grabbed some yellow wrap-around sunglasses and the keys to my Ninja ZX-10R when Leo stopped me in the doorway.
"Hey Sis, I need a ride to the 'big boys store' today."
"I am not giving you a ride to some triple X store, go ask one of your friends."
"I can't, they are busy with their girlfriends. I really want to make tomorrow night special for Naomi and you are the only one that can drive right now, pleeeeeese Sim," he begged with his hands clasped together.
"Read...my...lips...N...O..." I said leaning slightly forward. "Besides what makes you think she wants a night of plastic objects invading her?" He drew back for a moment giving a confused look. Shaking my head, I looked at him. "If you want to make a night special then buy some candles and put them around a room. Then later that night take her out to a nice dinner, and follow it up with taking her to that room blindfolded and when she sees the candles she'll love it.... After that, keep all your attention on her."
"Ohh, I never thought of that." Touching his chin and briefly looking at the ground.
"I need to jam. Start planning while I’m gone. I’ll make sure you’re on the right track later." I ducked under his arm and walked down the spiral metal staircase.
"See you Jenna," I shouted to the housekeeper. I snatched my leather jacket off the coat rack, opened the door to the 3rd garage, started my motorcycle, and speed off to Club Infinity 2.
Once I got to the club, Mary, one of the waitresses, said that my boss, Jack, wanted me in his office. I shoved my way through the crowd, got a few whistles and unwelcomed butt squeezes on the way. I reached the door that said 'Manager' on it and knocked.
"Come in" I opened the door to what looked like a fat, hairy, ball planting slobber all over three naked women.
"Aaaaawwwwww! Do that kind of shit at home!" I choked out in disgust and attempted to shield my eyes from the horrific sight. Jack looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.
"Ohh, it is you..." He said drunkenly and scrabbled off the women."Brenda, Lisa, Casey... get dressed and get out, I need to talk business now. I'll call you girls later." Staring off after them as they grabbed their plastic clothes and leapted out the door.
"You wanted to talk to me?" I asked crossing my arms. He picked up a beer and focused his attention on me.
"Yeah, uhh I've been getting some complaints about you Simi." pause "Some of our customers are saying that you have been hitting them and been unwilling to cooperate to any amount of money they offer you." I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "Now Sim, that looks really bad on me" gesturing to his chest "and I really don't want to fire you for this, but you can't be hurting the business like this, OK?"
Astonished and pissed I replied "When you hired me you said that I didn't have to accept the money if I don't want to."
Slurring his words now, he said "I know but I thought you'd warm up to the idea by now...and maybe... me."
Now I was going to puke. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Nothin', just a little groggy" He giggled and reached toward me.
I took a step back repulsed. "You know what, I quit." Furious I told him that I'd come back next week to collect my final paycheck and never see his ugly corpse ever again. Then I marched out of there. He called after me a few times, but I just ignored the pathetic excuse of a human.
I hopped on my bike and started the engine.
A scruffy-bearded biker yelled, "You wanna some power between them beautiful legs of yours? Take a long ride on this baby and you'll never want to stop." Either motioning to his Harley or to his crotch I will never know. Man, I was getting sick of this.
"People with asses like mine don't talk to people with faces like yours." I shouted back and heard the other biker's oooo-ing. Victory... I gave a killer smile to a young dirty blonde haired kid with a straight-out-of-jail kind of look, as a trumpet gift to myself, knowing what would happen as soon as I left. Yeah, guys are simple. A effortless pleasure of being an ample woman sends a trivial tingle, which is appreciated but easily dismissed.
"Your home early" Leo mentioned. Spreading the peanut butter for the PB+J he was making.
"Yeah, yeah I know. I quit." I leaned against the island in the center of the kitchen.
"Why did you even work there?"
"Because Julianna insisted that I get out."
"Know what you mean, I can't stand it around here sometimes."
I raised an eyebrow "Dear, that’s because you aren’t the center of attention."
"You want to go to a new club with me?"
Wow! That was out of the blue. "I thought you were going to chill at a friend’s house or something tonight."
"No, I just wanted to go to that one new store called SeXXXy or something like that and I really didn't want to go alone." He grinned.
"Bloody chicken" I said half laughing.
"Anyway, you wanna go? I wanna show you off."
"Show me off? That sounded a little creepy and incestuous."
"Sorry. Sooooooo?”
"Got nothing better to do...I am guessing we are taking the Porsche."
"Yeah, and you might want to put some actual clothes on. You don't need to take weapons to this one, too."
"This is what I had to work in. Quit bitching."
"I know, I just like giving you shit for it." He finished making the sandwich. "Now get your butt up there, we're gonna go in thirty.
I strode up towards my rooms. I reached about half way up the stairs when I caught a glimpse of something...or someone out the huge window. It looked like a dark shape of a man with long hair. But suddenly there was a flash and he was gone. I shook my head. Wow, I have got to stop drinking so much caffeine. I stripped and slipped on moderately short black cashmere knit turtleneck dress with faux fur lining the bottom and cuffs. I found some black pumps, slipped them on then quickly reapplied my eyeliner and changed my lipstick to a simple colorless gloss. No weapons? Ha, that's what he thinks. He has no idea how dangerous it can be for a girl. Men. Shaking my head, I tucked two knives into unnoticeable pockets of my dress and headed out to the Porsche. I see Jenna again.
"Ms. Simi?"
"Just Simi, Jenna, please."
"Yes Simi, Julianna invited me over for dinner next Friday and I was wondering if I could bring my brother?"
"Yeah sure, the more people the better."
"Thank you so much, I will tell him immediately." I watched her scurry off to the kitchen, her long, deep red hair flowing behind her. I smiled and went out the door.
"So where is this new club?" I asked once I got in the passenger side.
"You'll see." he smirked and squealed down the driveway.
~
It had taken over an hour to get to our destination that happened to be Club 735. It was on Bourbon Street, the night life central of New Orleans. We walked right passed the line outside and in through the doors, exchanging greetings with the bouncers and security guards as we passed. The club was filled with newly 21’s rubbing on each other to the beat of industrial music. Many of the females wore so little, their assets hung out, and I am not just talking about their breasts.
We weaved through the dancers to the second floor where drinks were waiting for us at a private table. A tall, sophisticated redhead was sitting in the booth with whom Leo immediately engaged himself in a conversation.
My mind wandered as the shirley temple in front of me slowly diminished over the next hour. Many people wore neon clothes that shone vibrantly in the black lights vertically striping the club walls. I frequently found myself watching the bodies below move and flash with an array of colors. Dancing was not on my list of motivating activities that night. I didn’t want to be there, but it would have been a lonely night at home if I hadn’t gone. My brother was still chatting with the redhead when I left the table. I made my way down to the dance floor and found a dark, secluded spot in the sitting area, under the second floor balcony to sulk in.
It was shaped like a semicircle, with one door in the back. There were no black lights on the walls, but benches and a single string of colored Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling. A few over-sized bean bags and coffee tables grouped together around the room providing a comfortable atmosphere, but no one had occupied it yet.
I plopped myself down on the padded wood in a very unladylike fashion, landing with my feet apart, knees together, and back pressed against the wall. Sighing, I relax a bit and close my eyes for a minute. The beat of the music thrummed through my body, quaking at my heart to match its’ pulse. A pair of footsteps came close to my resting place, halting a meter or two to my right. I blinked the shapes into focus to see a couple on the brink of meaningless sex. Registering their possible actions, I graciously scooted down a few benches to give them privacy. The music soon faded and changed to a slow seductive rhythm which would play throughout the rest of the night.
I surveyed the room for any changes, spotting a figure opposite from me, and suddenly remembered the odd incident on the stairs earlier. Judging from its’ tall, bold, and unwavering appearance, it was male, staring straight at me. He shifted slightly, unmasking dark luminous green eyes and the hard features which framed them. Long black hair bled into the shadows around him as if he were part of them. A black long sleeved flowing shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, the front partially untied to reveal several inches of muscle. Leather pants and biker boots completed his sinister image.
Desire blazed to life in my loins as he glided toward me with prowess. The need surged through out my body and hit my aura almost immediately. The stranger must have noticed it because his hard expression changed to show slight amusement. He never faltered in his stride, but progressed over with more determination.
Stopping one pace before me, he extended his hand. “May I have this dance?” His voice deep, rumbling a silken spell around me.
“It would be my pleasure.” I replied, laying my hand in his and standing. Knots curled in my stomach as he led me to the centre of the lounge and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. My hands curled around his neck, moulding the rest of my body to his, and sending my nerves buzzing with excitement.