Roxi stood in the shadows of the back of the club. She couldn’t decide which was a worse assault on her ears – the 3 piece “punk” band on stage, or the guy she’d met as she walked in the club for her gig earlier. He just would not just up. She could barely hear herself think over his rambling ‘Hey sweetheart’ or ‘How ya’ doin over there?’s. They rolled off his lips so easily, much like her eyes when he’d ramble. For her own amusement, she played into it. Feigning interest, she’d smile, ‘mhm’, or absently lick her lip and wink at him. Oops. “God, this is too damn easy,” she mused.
More after the jump…
Shrugging it off, she grinned. At least she knew she wouldn’t be going home alone. Actually, she wouldn’t be going home at all. She had plans for this one. He was much too eager to please. She never asked his name and didn’t bother to remember it when he introduced himself to her. In her mind, he was just “Perfect”: perfect for her plan, perfect for tonight. Not able to listen to his voice another second, she leaned in close, her lips hovering, she breathed heavily into his ear, “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, but I need to know..” she paused, waited a few seconds, and began again, “you will be fucking me tonight, right?” Raising herself back up, her eyes never leaving his, she watched intently as all the poor guy could do was nod. ‘Perfect’ she smirked.
She grabbed him by the hand and all but dragged him out to her car. She drove, obviously. He was far too nervous and had no idea where they were going. But Roxie knew. See, tonight was, what would have been, her 1 year anniversary. That was cut short by a bottle of tequila, he ex-boyfriend and some crazy bitch whose name he couldn’t even remember. He had begged for her back, apologized, the whole nine, but Roxie was stubborn. She glanced over at her prey; completely unsuspecting of what was about to happen. He was hot. Very hot and very stupid. “Perfect..” she muttered.
She pulled the car over in a deserted neighborhood. It was late. No light illuminated the street. Opening the door, she slid from the car, walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. He stood, confused but clearly excited. She pulled him close to her, slipping an arm around his neck, their lips met. Her mind racing and adrenaline pumping, her cell phone in hand, it took just 6 taps “5 mins”. She pushed Perfect down to the cement below them, the knees of his too-tight jeans surely stained with dirt and whatever else was there now. She hoisted a single red leather boot up to his shoulder and grinned slyly at the thought of what she was about to accomplish. Perfect buried his face between her thighs. Minutes later, the porch light of the house she’d parked in front of flickered on. Her back arched, her head falling back, she moaned loudly into the night sky.
She heard sluggish footsteps approaching, but did not acknowledge him until she was done. It wasn’t long before her body shook with all kinds of pleasure and anticipation. “What the hell is this?” her ex growled. She smiled, dropped her leg, pulled Perfect to his feet and answered “What do you mean? I told you I was coming.”
Skin: -Glam Affair- Leah Light
Shape: Self Made
Hair: ::Exile:: Take it off:Stefani
Eyes: .ID. Neon Eyes – Blue
Eyeliner: [ .:SOPHERIAN:. ] Ultra Eyeliner Option 2
Eyeshadow: L.Fauna Smokey Cat-Shadow [Pink]
Lips: [PF] Elly <C/M/H> – Glam Lipstick – (Bubblegum)
Nails: je suis…naive v.2 BASIC NAILS (Pink Metallic)
Shirt: [ Cynful ] Ever’s Sweater Short ~ Black
Skirt: .evolve.carnal.mini. (nocturnal)
Shoes: N-core COQUETTE Glitter Edition “Black”
Bangles: *BOOM* Bangled Mess Pink
Sleeves: [GLUE INK] *~ Suicide Rocker Tattoo~*
Foot Tattoo: Horns & Halos – Rosary tattoo
Poses: Glitterati, .ploom., .synt., -.label motion.-