it's time to play , cali

[spencer]

`done! not proofread `462 words `california a. / brit `that sucked.

Spencer had just stepped out of the studio and was walking towards his sports car. He wasn’t exactly in a completely grumpy mood today to just want to get to his apartment and just not come out the rest of the day so he could spend time on his beer and cocaine that was waiting for him at home. Instead, he just kinda wanted to drive around in his car with the music booming so loud from the speakers that he just wouldn’t be able to hear any of those annoying police car sirens from all over the place.

There seemed to be a lot of that around here. Most of them even chased after Spencer. He usually just spend up a lot on the car; it was hard not to. It wasn’t like he wanted to slow down anyway to “obey the law” or “keep from trouble” or anything. Yeah, so there he was, driving past the country club. Wasn’t sure why he was. He supposed he just felt like it. Spencer didn’t have a say in his actions Sidra did. Mwahahah. Not so independent now, are you, grumpy? Ahem. Sorry.

So he saw a familiar face up in font of the entrance gate of the club. Rolling his window down he peeked out to see she was walking along the sidewalk. He didn’t know if she just came out of the country club or if she was only passing back. ”Georgia!” Or was it Carolina? He called to her as his car slowly began to continue beside her. Yeah, why was he about to offer her a ride? Well, if anything, it wasn’t because he was suddenly trying to be a…what’s it called? One those disgusting pathetic losers that keep like they need to respect a chick to win her heart. Oh, right. A gentlemen.

He wasn’t trying to be that. He did get laid by her in the back of his car. He might as well thank her in some way, no? for all he knew, he could get laid again. then again, maybe she didn’t even want a ride. It was a safe area of la and in all honestly, he was the most terrifying person within a 20-mile radius. So anyway, maybe he was trying to be nice?

He would never admit that to himself and would make up reasons and excuses as to why he was offering her a ride as long as it didn’t have to do with him being…nice. ”Need a lift?” he called out again, slowly continuing in his car next to her. As he awaited an answer, he finally remembered her name after looking over her once again. It was California. How could he forget? Then again, why would he even care?

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- - California Lola Amor socialized amongst the Old fame of the Country Club; the elegant dresses with tails and bright red lip stick on their lips reminded California of where she had once lived. The atmosphere of the famous Country Club immediately deflated the rambunctious edge of the infamous socialite making her instantly content. Oh how her grandmother could do those things to her. The elegance and superiority of her late grandmother seemed to instantly put her into submission. Just the time period of the 1950s made her feel like a little girl again, sitting on her grandma’s lap thinking in awe ‘why is she so pretty?’ Here, she felt safe from the dangers of her own mind. Free from obligations. Free from her past. Despite her age and normal radical behavior, she blended and adapted to the surroundings almost instantly.

- - The coquette danced her way around the expensively and elegantly furnished room greeting those she knew with gentle kisses on the cheek and the occasional hug. Even with the bitter old women in the room, Cali found herself dangerously relaxed and vulnerably open. She melted into the entity of the room and sensed some of the whispers going on around her. Some of these women never learned. Suddenly she found herself the Marilyn Monroe amongst the Jackie Os of the South Californian Country club. Not only her reputation was to blame for the looks of the once famed, but her outfit surely did the trick. She wore a skin hugging black dress that pushed up her puppies and ended at her knees. The style was strikingly similar to that of a 1950’s sex icon, Marilyn Monroe. The dress was absolutely oozing sex appeal, although it was no different than usual, it gave her a sense of confidence.

- - The girl took a quick break from the conversation she was having with an old friend of her and her grandmother’s to look at the clock. It was fairly late, being around 10 o’clock; she saw that to the elderly famous, this was time for them to take out their teeth and go to bed. She decided it was time to take her leave, she grabbed her cell from her tiny black purse and pressed a number, Cali had to have her driving service on speed dial. She explained to her driver, Tucker Roosh that she felt it was time for her to leave. So, the socialite blew her kisses and said her good byes to the Lucille Balls, James Deans, and Elizabeth Taylors of the room before she walked out of the room and made her way to the entrance. Once she left the room of wonderful memories and times before her, California decided she couldn't be seen sitting on the curb in her pretty black dress and oozing sex appeal. So she began walking.

- - She never stopped as she walked out of the entrance; the model beautiful brunette continued to walk firmly along the sidewalk as she took in the air of the Los Angeles Country Club. The gentle pick up in the breeze created a shutter in California, causing her to stop for a second, but she continued to walk. There was a loud shout coming from a car sitting right next to her. The buoyant girl turned to him with question. Oh… who was that? Some boy, Simon? For some reason, bad news flashed in her brain, but she couldn’t remember him, or his name really… at all. California quickly formulated a simple solution in her brain. Her long legs made their way to his side of the car. She opened his car door and gently sat herself sideways on his lap. Her subtle gentle grey eyes looked wistfully into his shady nonchalant eyes, and she slowly moved to his face, building anticipation. Finally, she kissed him, simply but passionately.

- - This was a simple California kiss, meaningful and deep, like she was going to die tomorrow, but coated in sweet, sweet sex appeal. Images flashed before her eyes, and she remembered. “Spencer!” she proclaimed loudly with a successful smile, the solemn and strikingly vulnerable look disappeared from her face and the bubbly demeanor returned with great excitement. She remembered his name! "That depends," she started her head tilted slightly, "Where do you wanna take me?" California asked in simple innocent curiousity.

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[spencer]

`complete`309 words `california a. / brit `behold: my worst post on this site.

As he awaited an answer, he looked her over and the black dress that was clinging over her body. Apparently he’d tapped it already. Bummer as hell he couldn’t ever remember her name to save his own life. It probably wasn’t even that hard to remember, but he figured it was just too pointless to ask for names and actually be able to remember them for if they needed them for the next time he meets that person. She never did answer and he watched as she opened his door and sat herself down. ”Whoa.” He muttered under his breath when she looked right into his eyes. He looked right back, but he never deep enough to actually see anything.

When she moved closer to his face, he raised an eyebrow at her and before he knew it, she had pressed her lips against his. The kiss was quick, but he enjoyed it while it lasted, giving a small smile when she pulled away as he licked his lips and looked her over, the first thing he noticed was how her dress just made her breasts pop out. He furrowed his eyebrows at how loud she’d said his name as if she just remembered it. She forgot, it wasn’t a surprise to him. No one ever remembered his name.

He listened to her question and just slid his left arm under her legs, pulling her up to set her down beside him on the passenger’s seat. ”Wherever you wanna go, I guess.” He said with a shrug, not really knowing where she would’ve wanted to go with him. He was honestly pretty boring and if she hadn’t have had sex with him, he never even would’ve bothered talking to her. ”So, where to?” Spencer asked before stomping on the acceleration and zooming out of sight from the country club.

[nymph]

i accidently modified this post to the next post sooo, just imagine it was still here. Dx

this is a major failll on my part.

love, b.

[spencer]

`complete`449 words `california a. / brit `decent

She watched her take a hold her breasts and just smiled to himself at her. No, he wasn’t smiling with her, just at her. She was too comfortable in her body, it reminded him of someone else he knew. Devon West, maybe? As much as he wanted to say he wasn’t so fond of the girl, Devon was growing on him. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up at her as she spoke, looking down at her dress. He raised his eyebrows at her again when she tapped the side of his face with the trips of her fingers. It was just too easy, he almost felt like rolling his eyes, but he didn’t.

He felt her eyes were still on her but he didn’t look over. “So, baby, maybe you could unzip me and give me your shirt?” Spencer turned that time, watching as she turned her back against him, waiting for him to unzip her. ”Uhm..” that was weird, but okay. And since when did she call him baby? Eh, it was cute. In a weird way. He didn’t say anything about it. Hell, Spencer wouldn’t really say anything even if he didn’t like it or find it cute. He just wasn’t the guy that arguing with people and if someone or something really pissed him off, he’d just get aggressive. Becoming a stuntman was a good idea for him. Took out the anger in a good way.

So he was driving and didn’t really have the time and willingness to put the effort into taking his own shirt off. It was the start of March, for goodness sake. Still a little chilly. Well, chilly or not, it was his shirt. Putting his fingers on the zipper, he pulled it down before continuing to keep his eyes on the road, letting the zipper down her back as the fabric opened up to a view of her bare back. ”I don’t exactly have any interest in your bra tonight.” Not at all, no. Perhaps what’s behind it was more the question. Not that it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen.

But even an idiot could admit she was hot, there was no doubt he could never have enough of this girl. Hitting a red light, Spencer stopped and leaned over to kiss her neck while she still had her hair swung over her shoulders, also managing to unhook her bra from behind with a smirk on his face, not going any farther than that as the light turned green. About a few seconds later, Spencer reached towards the back seat, picking up his hoodie and offering it, ”This okay?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the road again.

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- - California let a small sweet giggle escape her full lipstick painted lips as she felt the zipper slide down her back. ”I don’t exactly have any interest in your bra tonight.” She took a quick glance over her shoulder to look at him and replied, “Really, baby? You really should have more appreciation for them. If some brilliant human being never invented lingerie, I could be wearing the same bra as your grandmother, and how attractive would that be?” Mid sentence she turned her head back away from him, her body was facing the passenger seat door, although she was not very focused on the car sitting next to her as she slid the straps of the skin tight dress off her shoulders. Everything she seemed to do and say was done and said in a certain fashion; in a way that screamed sex. Her movements were perfect and always showed the right angle, and the tone in her voice was taunting, charming, and sassy, all rolled into a typical rich American girl drawl that was sprinkled with small hints of a Spaniard’s elegant accent.

- - The brunette was again shocked by the man’s actions when she felt his soft kiss on the back of her neck. She hated to think that one of the most shocking parts of his kiss was that it was actually soft. Cali expected him to be aggressive in his movements towards her; maybe she could have pictured a small bite as he undid her bra, but not a kiss. The girl smiled a soft smile at his action. She again found herself looking at Spencer in a different way than before. ”Oh, Spencer, those are for your eyes only tonight, not the streets of LA.” California slid down the dress to her waist, then quickly moving a hand to hold up the loose lace bra. Then swiftly, in one quick movement, she shifted herself to face the man driving the car, and grabbed the hoodie with one hand. “It’s perfect, baby,” she said softly. California let her hand leave the bra just for a second, so she could slip it into the sleeves of oversized hoodie.

- - Once the hoodie was adjusted on her body, she slipped her arms back into the hoodie to remove the bra. She took the bra off and held onto it with her left hand as she put them both back through the sleeves, and then tossed the skimpy bra into the back seat. She gently and slowly removed the heels from her feet and set them in the foot space before her, before completely removing the dress from her body and threw it in the back seat, accompanying the bra. California sat up finally, and lifted her chin into the air, letting her hair become undone by the powerful gusts of wind that the car’s speed created. With her eyes softly closed, a small docile grin on her face, and her long brunette hair flowing behind her California looked quite decent, even in the baggy hoodie. As she finally began to rearrange herself to sit normally, the wind caught her attention again. The breeze felt so good as it pressed against her body. The foreign beauty was clueless to other people’s looks as she now knelt fully up on the seat, feeling the wind. The force of the wind propelled Spencer’s hoodie up revealing her cutesy laced thong. She didn’t mind, California Amor never did.

- - The wind surrounded her, California’s hair flew about, and the gusts caressed and hugged her body. It was a feeling the immature girl loved; it felt like she was flying through the streets. Giggles left her mouth. Once the car stopped at a light, her blue-grey eyes looked at him with excitement. She turned her knees to him, and bent at the waist, and looked at him for a second before she gave him a soft and tender kiss on the cheek. “Sorry baby, changing was a lot more complicated than I thought,” From that position she didn’t return to her former stance, but simply sat back onto her legs and then shifted them onto the floor of the car. This was the first time of the night she was sitting the way the law asked her to while she was in the convertible. The adventurous young thing took this opportunity to shift the hoodie back into a comfortable position; pulling it down over her revealed ass and arranging it to be more aligned with her body.

- - With her feet on the dashboard she smiled sweetly to the man who had tolerated her tonight. “Come steal something with me, mister?” California said to him in a questioning manor. The beauty didn’t need to steal much of anything really; she liked the rush it gave her. Tonight, she wanted to have fun.

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`complete`370 words `california a. / brit `thatwasbad. this is so not spencer

A part of him sort of wanted to gag at the fact that she called him ‘baby’, but at the same time, he didn’t really mind it. In a strange and twisted way, it was actually adorable. Maybe he was just making excuses for her because she was smokin’ hot, but he didn’t know. It could be anything. He didn’t strangle her already, it was a start. The odds were in her favor, though. Spencer had sex with the girl before so she is already one of those people in his books that are tolerable, which is the closest he has gone to friend. Was she a friend, then? To anyone else, yes. But that’s not what he’d call her. To him, she’s just another person, but some deep down in his heart, she really is a friend. A good one, perhaps? Spencer chuckled to himself at her comment. He never knew his grandmother. Hell, he never even know his parents. But he laughed nonetheless. Maybe it was the accent. Anything she’d say would sound cute, he supposed.

”That’s one way to look at it…” He said simply, turning away as well. His fingers were still at her dress when she let the straps fall. ”My eyes…streets of La. What’s the difference, really.” He said before straightening himself up, the corner of his eyes watching as she lowered her dress even more. It wasn’t long before he was turning his head to watch the bra fall in the back of his seat. Wasn’t the only one back there, he would’ve guessed. Spencer just smirked, looking over at her as she made herself comfortable in her seat. She spoke and Spencer continued to look forward.

”It’s fine.” He didn’t respond to the kiss on the cheek. He turned to her when she spoke again, taken back by the words a little. Steal? Like…candy from a baby? Or a Ferrari parked nearby? He didn’t know. Should he ask, ”Uhh…?” The look on his face obviously showed that he was confused about her question. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl who’d do that. Then again, he’s the last person to judge a book by its cover…though, he kinda does judge everyone.