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Post by ali on Dec 21, 2011 21:02:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol Felonee's deep blue eyes scanned the cafe with some what disgust. She had never been a big one on sitting in a cafe with a bunch of smelly kids, and trying to eat. Felonee, of course, wasn't much of a people person anyhow, unless you were that specific kind of person she liked. Which there were not too many kids in this school she actually liked. Jealousy seemed to have a key factor on how many people actually liked the girl, and that was not many. She was a snob, and kind of a whore. She had no problem with going after a guy she knew had a girlfriend. Most of the time she ended up in bed with him as well. She didn't care, and she had never cared what anyone thought of her. She was just that kind of person. She wanted what she wanted, and Felonee almost always got everything she wanted.
Felonee was an heiress. Her Father owning one of the largest, most reputable law firms in Los Angeles, and her mother being a leading plastic surgeon, you could see how she had gotten everything she had wanted. She was enjoying her life, of course, her life had always been enjoyable. She had grown up rich, very rich, and had always gotten everything her heart had desired. Felonee barely even had to ask, and it was granted to her. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe she was the bitch she was, but either way; Felonee Legendre was who was she was, and she was never anything but herself at all points in time. Felonee was never fake, nor did she lie. If she did not like you, she would never waste time telling you about it, and why she didn't like you.
Course, Felonee hadn't always been a rotten bitch. At one point her money had made no difference to her, she was a sweet girl. A girl you could talk to, a girl you could consider your best friend, and a girl every one wanted to be. She had rarely been rude, she had gotten excellent grades through out school. But after being screwed over so many times it became hard to stay a nice person. Nice people got walked on, and Felonee was definitely sick of being walked on. Felonee didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was now the woman who did the walking on people. Not everything was glitz and glam, but for the most part it was; and she loved every second of it. suited her just fine.
Felonee found herself a seat with her diet coke and turkey, cheese, and banana pepper wrap, and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Felonee was a girl that could eat whatever her heart desired, and she would never gain a pound of it. Which was probably due to her working out all the time, being the cheer quad captain, and eating practically nothing at home. As she pulled out the chair, she sat down. She didn't mind the fact that at the moment she was alone at her little table. She knew that it probably wouldn't be a long time that she would be alone. She never sat alone. Especially when she was wearing her slightly skimpy cheer uniform that hid hardly nothing. She opened her coke and took a slow sip. She did wish she had someone to talk to though. |
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 21, 2011 21:36:51 GMT -5
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Trevor strutted through the halls after class had finally left out. He wasn't sure what to do as of right now. He was fairly new to the school and didn't have many friends. Walking past the cafe, something caught his eye and he decided to go there. It was a dark haired girl in a cheer leading uniform. maybe she could be his personal cheer leader. He scoffed to himself at the thought. As if he would let a girl be treated like that.
Trevor hadn't always been this respectful to girls. There was a time when he was the worse person a woman could be involved with. He would bring girl's into his attic apartment in California and have his way with him and kick them out as soon as he was done or bored. One time when he kicked a girl our she slapped him across the face. Trevor lost it and threw her into the wall so hard that it broke. Thankfully, his rich father paid her off so she wouldn't file charges, but that kind of thing haunts you forever.
From that moment on, he decided he would stop putting himself in that situation. He convinced his parents they should move to avoid more scandal and now here he was. He was starting over fresh. Somewhere where people didn't know what he had done to that poor girl. He swore up and down he didn't mean to hurt her. he didn't mean to throw out her back or knock her unconscious. He didn't mean to shatter her elbow, nor did he mean to leave bruises all over her body. He told himself that all day, everyday. None of his family or old friends believed it. He didn't even know if he believed it...
Shaking the thought from his head, he made his way to get food. He wasn't that hungry so he just got a soda and a slice of greasy, cheesy pizza. He paid for his food at the counter and turned his body to find the attractive cheer leader. She wasn't hard to locate. He headed towards her, hesitating a little bit. He hadn't really talked to a girl since the.. accident. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached her table. He was standing behind her. "Hello. I'm Trevor." He walked to the other side of the table and set his food down. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here."
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Post by ali on Dec 21, 2011 22:42:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee continued to sip on her diet coke, not that she really needed anything diet. She was a slim, tall girl. She was more than physically fit. She loved life when it came to her body. She was a exercise a holic, and as long as she was going for a run, she was a very mellow person. Felonee was also an angry person, but simply going for a run, rough sex, or working out at the gym always changed her mood. She had been in her fair share of physical altercations, and she had faced more than one close call with charges being pressed against her. She had always been one to push her limits, and see what she could get away with, and what she could not get away with. She just was one of those types of people that had to test the boundaries and find out if they applied to her as well.
Felonee lived and breathed for her Cheer Squad. It was the second year in a row she was captain, and she loved it. She made sure that her team was on point, on the ball, and also fit as was she. She required them to go through three hours of practice Monday through Friday, and expected them to practice on their own on the weekends. It was most likely the reason why they had been State Champs two years in a row, and she never batted an eye when she was congratulated in her success. She enjoyed having people know that she was in charge, and under her lead anyone would thrive. She was one of the best, and everyone knew this. Course, she wasn't just the best at leading, but the best in the sack as well, which many men wouldn't mind discussing in lunches such as this.
Felonee took a bite out of her wrap that she had put ranch on. Fel was just a ranch fanatic. She put ranch on almost everything. She loved it. Felonee heard a voice behind her, but just as she went to turn around he was in front of her setting his food down and speaking to her again. A sweet, yet misleading, smile covered her lips as she looked at him. "Sure, I don't mind a bit. Have a seat." she spoke to him sweetly. Her voice held a slight tone of seduction, which was always in her voice. "I'm Felonee." she spoked again to him, brushing a few strands of her dark hair out of her face. Still smiling at him. He wasn't someone she recognized, which meant he was newer, but he was a good looking man. Definitely could be her next target.
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 21, 2011 22:57:55 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Hearing that this young lady, or Felonee as he now knew, said it was okay for him to sit down, he smiled at her. "You know, dear, people may get the wrong idea about you with the way you dress." He paused, looking her over, "Unless it is the way you are.. in which case, I'm Trevor." He smirked at her lightly. He was kidding.. halfway. Felonee was hot. Really hot. "Anyways, Felonee, is it fine if I call you Fel?"Maybe, just maybe, this girl could be the first girl he had in awhile.
Getting with girls was always easy. He had no problem with that. His parents always thought it was weird if he didn't have a half dressed girl over. His parents were in full support of an active sex life, as long as he was safe. Though, since his accident, his parents hadn't been okay with it. In the back of their minds, they were thinking 'what if he hits this one? maybe she won't let us cover it up. We can't have our son in jail.... What would people think?"
Trevor thought he was ready to finally get over it, and this girl sitting in front of him, talking to him seductively didn't help at all. He was tempted to ask if she wanted to go hang out at his house, but he needed to determine how easy she would be. Hopefully he wouldn't have to take her on a date and convince her. That would ruin it. There were plenty of easy girls at this school he could get, but this girl was the hottest, and that was who he wanted. Trevor couldn't be with a sub par girl. He had to be with the number one girl, the girl who everyone wanted, and this girl looked like her.
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Post by ali on Dec 21, 2011 23:24:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee heard his words and smirked. At first she was ready to start throwing daggers with her eyes, but when he continued on she smirked, biting her bottom lips slightly. "I dress how I truly am. And who really cares what people think, right?" she spoke softly again as she took a sip from her cola before setting it back down on the table, crossing one tanned leg over the other. "But, in case you didn't notice, the whole squad is dressed this way today, we have a game tonight. And Fel is totally fine, hun." she winked at him and opened her chips. Another weakness of hers. She loved salt and vinegar chips. She was kind of a salt addict as well as ranch. Anything salty, she loved. McDonalds french fries, yum, which she normally asked for extra salt on.
Felonee had been with more than one man recently, but she knew who she had been with, and she always kept track of everything. She was currently involved with two other men, but they were flings. She preferred a friends with benefits thing, over one night stands. Fel enjoyed a man getting to know what she liked so that it would be a more enjoyable experience for both of them, and needless to say, she was a picky girl. She had no problem with telling a guy if he sucked. And normally if the guy sucked, she'd throw a fakie and kick them out of her house. Her parents knew what she did, and they were all too willing to let their baby girl do as she pleased in the house they were paying for. Yes, she lived on her own, and no she didn't pay a dime for anything. Which was always nice.
Felonee sat, taking one of the chips in her mouth, sucking the salt and vinegar from it before chewing it up. Trevor was seeming to be a relatively interesting man thus far, with his quirky comment. She also figured he was sexually capable as was she. Course, who wasn't in this school? It was filled with sluts, and man whores. At least she was attractive, and could tell you all her partners on two hands. Which, was kind of a rare find around these parts, where most girls could not count them on their hands and toes. Felonee found that to be a little gross, but hey. To each their own, right?
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 21, 2011 23:56:36 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Trevor half smirked, half smiled at her. "You dress as you are, eh? Does that mean you always dress like this, or is it only on game days?" He paused, looking around the cafe. "Yeah.. I see a few other girls in this cute little cheer outfit." He paused, pretending to oodle a girl sitting across the cafe. "Eh, none of them pull it off like you do." This was less than half true. All the girls who were cheer leaders he saw were smokin' hot. But right now, his attention was focused on Fel.
"Well Fel, how about you show me a cheer? I'm new. I've never had the pleasure of seeing you bounce around." He smiled charmingly at her. Normally he wasn't this forward towards girls, but it had been awhile and he needed to get some asap. That's all this girl was to him right now, in the most respectful way possible. It wasn't going to hit and run, but he also wasn't looking for a relationship. He just wanted some fun until he has his life back together. fun would be good for him.
it had been awhile since he had done anything fun and now he wanted anything fun. A party, some nice sex, maybe even flying to italy. He just needed something new in his life. This wondrous woman sitting in front of him looked like trouble, and that's just what he needed.
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Post by ali on Dec 22, 2011 0:16:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee smirked at him again. He was looking at one of her girls, and pretending to truly admire her. Course, the girl was hot... She had to be, or she wouldn't be on her cheer squad. "Game days, and competition days. Of course, the uniform is multi-functional. It can be fun in other ways." she spoke with a slight laugh. She had been known the daunt this attire in the bed room. Guys loved it, and she didn't mind. There wasn't a lot she had to get out of in order to get the show on the road. "Well, since I am the captain, I guess I should look a little better than the rest." She smiled at him, though she knew they all looked about the same in the outfit. It was small, and fit well to slender girls. Course, she would take his compliments, just as she would take any other. With a grain of salt.
Felonee laughed as she ate a couple more chips and took a sip of soda. "I could give you a private show later... at my house?" she smirked at him. Yes, it was an invite to her house, and most likely to bang. She would have no problem cheering his name if he was as good as she was pegging him to be. She was relatively glad that he had chosen to sit down with her. He had become a good source of entertainment, and maybe a promising lead for later. Course, she knew if it turned into more and they became friends with benefits, she would have to cut off one of her right then men. She had a strict rule for herself, and it was to only juggle two men at a time, no more. Other wise, it always just lead to drama, and more stress than she wanted to have to handle. She just didn't like it.
Fel smirked at him again. "Sound good?" she asked him as she finished off her coke, and opening her bottle of water. She continued to eat as she spoke with him. She had never been shy about eating in front of people like most girls were. If she was hungry, she was eating. Her work outs later would burn off all the calories anyhow, so it wasn't a big deal. Plus, she loved her wraps. And she was hoping he would take up her offer on joining her after school
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 22, 2011 0:27:05 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Trevor rested his head on on fist. "Other ways? Why don't you tell me about these other ways?" He wasn't dumb. He knew the other ways, this was just too much fun. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as she said she had to look better. "Hmm.. captain.. well, that's not hot at all. A controlling woman I'm assuming?" Now this girl was just trying to drive him wild and it was working. If trevor loved one thing, it was a woman who would push him around in the bedroom.
"A private show... Tempting." He paused, staring her in the eyes, "But I think you'll have to give me a preview. I like to know what I'm getting into." he was going to go to her house, regardless of what she did. He just wanted a little taste right now to hold him off from this girl. He finally broke his stare from her face to pick up his pizza, which he hadn't touched. Pizza was the least of his worries right now, but he was hungry. A man had to eat.
"Fel, why don't you tell me about youself while I scarf down this pizza?" Sure, he was all down for messing with this girl while not knowing anything, but he wanted to know her. she was sexy, sassy, and everything he looked for in a girl. He wouldn't want a relationship with her, but who knows. Maybe this could be a more than one time thing. But for that to happen, he had to at least know a little bit about her.
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Post by ali on Dec 22, 2011 1:06:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee laughed softly as he asked her of what ways she may be talking about. Now, one thing about Fel was that she was not shy. If something was in the conversation, she had no problem with talking about it. And Trevor, he was about to see that. "Well, dear. I enjoy wearing this in the bed room. It's little, it tends to be a turn on, and it is just so damn easy to get off." she smirked at him, her head cocked slightly to the side with one of her delicately groomed eyebrows raised. She knew he had known what she had been talking about from the beginning, but she hadn't minded just telling him blatantly as stated. She was not a shy girl, and if he wanted it laid out for him, she would have no problem laying it out.
Felonee drank some of her water letting the cool liquid quench her thirst before speaking to him again. "Controlling... not so much, demanding, maybe. Course, in the bed room, I can be anything your little heart desires." she bit her bottom lip again, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "But sorry, shows like this only come in private. I know for sure, you won't be disappointed. The boys never are." she smirked at him, giggling softly as she sat back up straight, twirling a strand of her raven hair between two fingers. Felonee leaned across the table now her lips just centimeters from his ear, and her warm breath fell upon his skin. "Satisfaction is something I can guarantee" she leaned back in her seat now after whispering not so conspicuously in his ear.
She smiled when he had asked about her. "Well, I am eighteen. I love cheering, my dog, and my life. I party a little, I might have a slight anger issue. she laughed softly. "I love the color pink, I am sassy, rude sometimes, and I don't do relationships, or ugly men." she spoke. Finishing off her spiel with the joke about the ugly men. Which, it was true. Never would you catch the girl with an ugly person. Ever. Simple.
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 22, 2011 1:22:27 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Trevor studied her outfit for a few seconds. "Hmm.. Never thought of it like that. But I guess you're right.. I could rip that off you in seconds." he smirked at her, laughing a little. "You can be anything.." His voice trailed off as he cocked one eyebrow, "That could be interesting." Man, this girl just wanted to drive him crazy. He had a tendency to be a little... easy when it came to these kinds of girls. those girls who were confident and sexy and knew what they wanted.
He chuckled at her sarcastically. "Ah, yes. I'm sure boys never are." He paused, looking her square in the eye, "But you see, I'm not a boy. I'm far from it." He winked at her, chuckling again. He ran a hand through his hair. "Look, why don't we just ditch the rest of the day, and you can prove it to me." He just wanted to get this girl out of those clothes and into a bed. or the floor. or the counter. or wherever the hell the clothes came off.
"We have something in common." He paused, smiling at her. "I love my dog, I have slight anger issues, and I like to party. And I don't like ugly people." He shrugged his shoulder jokingly. Slight anger problems... It probably wasn't the time to tell her about his.. issues. He wanted her naked and screaming, not running away and screaming.
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Post by ali on Dec 22, 2011 1:50:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee laughed as he said he had never thought of it that way. What a liar. She knew men, and men always thought of those things, and by the way he falling in with her forward comments, he was that type of guy. "You know, Trevor. I may be a cheerleader, but I am not dumb, and I totally know you thought of it that way." she smirked at him leaning on the table again as she finished her wrap, and downed some more of her water. Sometimes she wondered why she only allowed herself one soda a day. The girl completely despised water like it was the black plague, yet she forced herself to drink it after her one soda was gone. She knew drinking too much soda would make her bloat out like a blow fish, and this was probably the reason why she only drank one a day, but water. God, that vile stuff made her want to reconsider her decisions.
She smiled as he trailed off in his words about her being anything he could want. She sighed softly. "Interesting... and fun. I know how to please." she spoke again with a seductive tone. Felonee sighed slightly dramatically, though it was more for show than anything. "I guess you'll just have to prove that to me, huh? Since men are hard to come by, it's hard to figure you're anything more." she teased him with a smirk on her perfectly glossed lips. He spoke of skipping the rest of the day, which was only two eighty minute classes. She could use a little relief. "I suppose I could do that. I have my own place, so don't have to worry about anyone disturbing us." she smirked at him again and laughed slightly.
Felonee smiled at him as he said they had things in common, which he listed off. It was always good to find someone that she might actually be able to be friends with. She liked meeting people who had the same kind of interests she did. Course, he didn't know she owned a rottweiler and a pit bull, but he would know soon enough, she guessed.
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 22, 2011 2:29:33 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
trevor shook his head at her, "nope. no idea what you were talk about.I'm innocent." He winked at her. Of course, he was in no way innocent. let's just say he's been around the block quite a few times. enough times to be in double digits. when he was in mandatory therapy, his therapist said he used sex as a coping mechanism for his problem. Trevor doubted that... Sex was just good. Therapists would tell you anything as long as you paid them.
"You'll have to prove that you know how to please." She paused, cocking his head, "How do I know you aren't just trying to get me over to please yourself and then you'll leave me in the dust?" He listened to her talk about proving he was a man, "Honey, you do realize I'm probably the only man in this whole school. I have nothing to prove." He shrugged his shoulders jokingly. Trevor hadn't seen one of these boys who had compared with him. That meant soon he would get the girl.
Trevor stood up, "Well, what are you waiting for sexy?" He smiled down at her, waiting patiently. despite all of his anger issues, he was very patient. He just wasn't patient when people hit him..
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Post by ali on Dec 22, 2011 13:35:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: n/a The Notes pah lol
Felonee smiled when he said he was innocent, then smirked at her. She didn't say anything then, but she was pretty sure he knew she knew better than that. Tall men with muscles and money were never innocent. That just didn't happen. She knew wealthy good looking men quite well, and they were never innocent, and most of the time they were not the gentlemen they tried to make themselves out to be either. She lifted her water to her lips, taking a long slow sip, then replacing the cap on it before glancing around the cafeteria one quick time. She knew that sneaking out of this hell hole wasn't hard. She was a senior, and normally most teachers did not think anything of her going outside. So it would be probably be an easy feat. She didn't mind that, though a challenge was always fun too.
Felonee smirked at him. "I can prove that for you. And I guess, you don't know. But I assure you, I don't do that. especially if it's good." she smirked at him again. Biting her lower lip she heard him talking about how he was probably the only man around this school. Well, if he did indeed prove to be of man qualities, then yes he probably was, otherwise he was just another boy in a sea of them. She was done with boys. A man was not determined by age, but maturity level, intelligence, and life experience. Age was a number, and it didn't mean much to her unless the boy was younger than her, which was a huge no no. She wasn't a craddle robber, and very rarely would you catch her with a boy who was even just a year younger than her. Not her kind of thing, she actually tended to go for older men if anything.
Felonee smiled an innocent smile as he stood up and asked her what she was waiting for. She stood, leaving her tray where it sat on the table, but grabbing her water before moving past him. She walked in front of him, letting her hips sway with each step she took. It didn't take long for her to reach the warm outside air. A breeze blew her black hair around slightly, but she tucked it behind her ear, turning to look at him. "Do you have a car? Cause you could just follow me, or you can ride with me, either way." she asked him running a finger between his pecs and down his abs. He was much taller than her, and she had to look up when she spoke to him, but damn was he sexy. She was kind of anxious to get him home and see what he had under those clothes to be quite frank.
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 22, 2011 14:24:48 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
"And Miss Felonee, I can assure you that I am wonderful." He smiled at her, showing off his teeth. usually he liked a girl who took a little more effort to get into bed, but today he didn't really care. it had been too long, and she was too hot. she was driving him crazy. he started to let his mind wander to the last girl. He still felt bad about it daily. he had no way to cope, he wasn't equipped with coping with things. his family never talked about it, and they were scared if he told a shrink, that the shrik could blackmail them. money drove every decision his family made.
it decided where they would live, who they would be assoiciated with, what buisnesses they invested in, how they dressed, everything. Trevor could understand it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. of course, trevor loved money. trevor just didn't like the way money made people act. "Yeah, I have a car. I'll just follow." He smiled at her, as she moved her finger down his body. He headed towards his car, turning his head to look at her. "See you soon." He climbed into his black BMW and started the engine.
while he was waiting to spot her in her car so he could follow her, he messed with the radio stations. there was rarely anything good on, but it would suffice for now. he stopped the station on a catchy pop song and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
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Post by ali on Dec 22, 2011 23:15:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Come On, Baby. You know we are playing with fire The Words: 800 The Outfit: here The Notes pah lol
Felonee took in the warm breeze that blew over her mostly bare skin, and her perilous blue eyes did a quick scan of the parking for any faculty that may try and get in their way. Which, normally wouldn't happen... I mean... She was Felonee effin legendre and not too many people tried to stop her when she wanted to do something. All it really took was one call to her Daddy, and things would be settled real quick. She was daddy's little princess, and every one knew that. Well, anyone who knew just who her Father was. If he felt anything being done wrong to his precious, he would threaten a law suit faster than you could zip up your fly, and most of the time, he was serious. Her Father spared no expense when it came to Felonee's happiness, and many would say it was ironic that a lawyer named his daughter Felony with a different spelling, but Fel liked it. It made her stand out all the more so.
Felonee knew that when men found out who her Father was that normally they turned tail and ran. He was a big man, mostly made of muscle, and he was one mean son of a bitch. Of course, not when it came to Felonee. All it took was a frown and puppy dog eyes, and she had just whatever she pleased. She was spoiled to say the least, and she liked ti that way. Being spoiled made life so much easier for her, and when you have a six or seven digit trust fund coming to you when you graduated, you had a right to be a snob. Well, that's how Felonee saw it anyways. She used that was her excuse to be a bitch, though it may have been wrong of her, she really didn't give a crap. You could say her give a damn was definitely busted. That didn't bother her though, truth was under it all, she did care. But she didn't tell anyone that.
Felonee smiled when he said he would take his own car, and that he was wonderful. She would see about that. She had a feeling he was in for a shocker, because this girl, was no slacker between the sheets. She turned on her heels from him and sauntered towards her custom painted purple Porsche and hit the unlock button. She climbed in quickly, turning the key and turning up the radio before pulling out of the parking lot. It was obvious he had money, since he too was driving a luxury car. It wasn't long before she was pulling up the long drive to her luxury mansion, and pressing the button to open the gates. Daddy had spared nothing to make sure his little girl was safe, and that she was. When she parked her car by the house, she stepped out. Glancing over her shoulder as Max and Lilly made a mad dash for her. The dogs bounded around but under Fel's strict voice they both sat before her as she waited for Trevor. This should be fun.
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