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[hannah1]

SHORTY FRESH, SO CRUNK, SO CLEAN, CAN SHE ---------------
QUESTION BEEN HARASSING ME IN THE MIND THIS BITCH IS FINE I DONE CAME TO THE *
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to many people, this was the place olivia and girls like her belonged. to a degree, she wouldn't really disagree. she loved going to places like this despite the loud noises, the smoke, the sweat, and everything most people associated with clubs. she liked being close to people, so many people at once just doing what they loved without a care in the world, at least that's how she felt when she left the dance floor. she could walk onto it a troubled girl, mind cluttered with so much nonsense she could barely sort through it. an hour or so later after bumping and grinding with several strangers, she felt like a new girl. it didn't even matter what club it was.. whether it was in her home in NYC, or here in LA where she did a lot of her modeling work. in a way, she'd grown up in clubs. her mother was constantly at one growing up after the divorce, and olivia felt it was her job to keep the woman semi-clean, or at least alive. it was a lot of pressure for a high school and eventually, college student but it was something that paid off in the end, when her mother met stephen. she couldn't say she didn't pick up a couple nasty habits from those days, though. and her love for clubs, an ample demonstration.

prior to even arriving, she'd had a couple shots of tequila at the bar just down the street. it was friday night and she was entitled to a good time. this was perfectly legal and fine. well, maybe it wasn't fine. she knew her brother wouldn't approve of her going out and having too good of a time with a bunch of strangers. he would definitely prefer her having a classic girl's night out with a bunch of her cookie cutter friends, but that just wouldn't cut it. when you looked like olivia, you were basically entitled to flaunt it. it was a sin not to. so that's exactly what she was doing. the only part of her plan missing was the young fellow she'd be going home with. call her a whore, but she enjoyed being twenty-eight and looking twenty-two. of course a lot of it had to do with the fact that she still acted that age, still acted like a college student. she knew she'd have to grow up someday, but for now, someday was a long time down the road and she planned on keeping it that way.

she'd been on the dance floor for quite some time already, but she had no plans of leaving anytime soon. her life wasn't particularly stressful at the time, but she was enjoying the attention she got. the dress she was wearing brought the eyes to two locations: her rump, and her chest, the two areas she was best known for. she raised both arms above her head, crossing her wrists as she slid down the length of some unknown male's body. she didn't care who it was, or even what they looked like really. all she cared about was his presence and the way his hands felt against her sides in time with the beat. music was something she'd loved since she was small, something she'd loved to making since she was a kid. something very few people knew about her: she actually sang well, and played piano just as well as the next person. it just went to show you had to delve into a person's life before you judge them. most just labeled olivia grace as a slut with a nice rack, but she had talents and dreams and faults just like the next person.

she mouthed the words to the guy before pulling away, bouncing gently to the beat as she moved into the bigger part of the crowd, weaseling her way into the middle of it. she loved being the center of attention, and here in the club, with her chest half falling out, bodies packed around her, she had all the attention she'd ever need.

tagged --- desmond / dayna
words --- 680
outfit --- click.
credz --- temp/img me. lyrics - lil jon.
other --- lalala suck

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[desmond]

I'M BRINGING SEXY BACK* - - - - - -

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THEM OTHER BOYS DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT.
I THINK IT'S SPECIAL WHAT'S BEHIND YOUR BACK.

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At night typically Desmond had nothing to do, and he hated sitting at home alone. Ever since him and his brother moved to LA when they were twenty-one, they had been living together, even after finding jobs and making enough money to support only themselves. Being a talent agent, Desmond's life had become about the business. Waiting on phone calls, making phone calls, dealing with young people that went out drinking and drank to the point where they got shit faced enough that he had to personally drive to their house and wake up them in the morning to go to an audition. His job was based on how other people acted, but he couldn't say he hated it. When most of his work stopped in the evening he really took advantage of the down time to unwind. There were plenty of ways he went about relaxing.

Being at a club was something people wouldn't usually consider as relaxing, with all the blaring music and unruly people, but it was one of his native homes. In college, he went out a lot to pick up chicks, but now that he was a career man, he usually went out to find new talent. He knew where to go to find young new talent, and it wasn't hard since LA was an entertainment city. He had the connections and was responsible for finding his own clients, and so he had no problem going anywhere to dig them up. But tonight he wasn't at the club on business, he was at the club to be crazy for once in almost three years. When he arrived the first thing he did was hit the bar. He took a couple shots of tequila to loosen himself up and was ready for the night to begin.

He patrolled the outer edges of the dance floor, where girls were finding guys to grind up on and looking like they were having a great time with strangers. He tried not to judge these girls, because they were only trying to have a good time, but he couldn't say he would want to hook up with an of them. Desmond was the hooking up type of guy, but it wasn't something that he did often. He would rather go home alone than with some body he would never speak to again. He had problems with one night stands. Why have sex with somebody you're never going to talk to again? Fuck buddies made way more sense, but he understood the idea of not wanting to have to be in a monogamous relationship to have sex. He had very conflicting theories and morals really.

The dance floor began getting really crowded with all of the people pouring into the club with their friends/significant others. He found a group of really enthusiastic girls, who looked barely legal to drink, and he danced with them until he had enough of their childishness. But while he was on the dance floor, the crowd was shoving him further and further into the center, which was usually the opposite of what usually happened. He noticed a girl...or rather woman, once he got a closer look at what she was working with, and she was working with a lot, and the guys around her were loving it. It was like she was being devoured by eyes. But she was loving it. Immediately he knew that she worked in entertainment. The business part of his mind was trying to turn itself on, but he was definitely trying not to let it. Instead he moved towards her, and danced to the music with her, but he didn't grind with her like every other guy in that room would have. He moved closer so he could talk loud enough so she could hear him. "You know you've gotten the attention of every guy in the room." What an asshole opener. "Care to take a break?" He asked casually, she sould've known he was offering drinks with that.

Normally he wouldn't have approached her. But he kind of felt devious, being a cock block to all of the other men that were eyeing her.

[hannah1]

SHORTY FRESH, SO CRUNK, SO CLEAN, CAN SHE ---------------
QUESTION BEEN HARASSING ME IN THE MIND THIS BITCH IS FINE I DONE CAME TO THE *
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olivia felt right at home here in la, in the club. generally, she tended to go for the strip clubs, only because she always ended up outdoing the hired strippers there. she really did enjoy attention, any kind of it, and whether or not she was stealing it from someone else or simply occupying it. it didn't matter as long as she had it. she attributed that to the amount she got of it when growing up, which really wasn't a whole lot. sure she was loved and cherished and all that jazz, but she had a twin brother for one - which meant she really didn't get her own identity. she was "one of the twins" so everyone she grew up with. and to top it off, she had a younger sister who was quite the diva. so naturally, when she started filling out her figure she started getting more attention, and that was something that she basked in from day one. she'd never forget the first time a boy really noticed her.. well, okay maybe she did now that she was pretty tipsy, but sober, she could probably recall it.. maybe.

she took a deep breath as the music paused and the songs changed, a breath filled with a plethora of cologne and some of her own perfume. she was surprised all the smells weren't drowned in smoke, but she wasn't going to stop and ask. clubs were all the same, though she had to say she enjoyed the ones here in la much more than back home. lots of people went to la to get fucked up and have a good time, which was what friday night meant to olivia. she loved coming here for work and considered herself lucky she got to at least once a month anymore. in the summer, she practically lived here on the west coast. there weren't any beaches in new york on which she could prance around in a skimpy bikini.. just a concrete jungle full of hot shots trying to make it in the real world. but that's what we're all trying to do isn't it? just make it and not get swallowed up on the void that we call society? olivia knew all about that. but right now, she could put that behind her.

she felt the dozen or so pair of eyes that switched out every couple of minutes for a new male trying to get a glimpse of the hot chick in the middle with huge tits. she was used to be referred to that way and she couldn't say she entirely cared at this point. people were talking about her, that's all that mattered. she was selfish and she would own up to it one-hundred percent.

as the crowd progressed, she did notice one male who seemed just as interested as everyone else, but he was keeping his distance. she had to wonder what was keeping him from doing so. it wasn't like you could be shy in a place like this, especially not in the middle of this giant mosh pit of dirty dancing. but she decided to ignore it: if he wasn't territorial enough he'd get shoved to the outer edges. though he was pretty damn cute.. he looked younger than her, which was a plus. she was a bit of a cougar, but it wasn't like she preyed on them.. they preyed on her. she grinned cockily when she saw him moving closer out of the corner of her eye. she had that effect on people - she drew them in. of course this was probably the part where he asked to meet her in the back room in five, and she'd give the usual two seconds of thought on whether or not she'd actually go. nights like these, she didn't think about her career. she thought about nothing but herself and her own desires, which she would be fulfilling no doubt by the end of the evening.

then he opened his mouth.

at his shouted... compliment? was it a compliment? regardless, she took it that way. at his shouted compliment, she took half a second to eye all the attractive men around her under a pair of sultry eyelashes. they all seemed quite pleased with themselves, eager too. care to take a break? she liked his swagger, and the balls he had to ask her to grab a drink in a crowd of guys. the looks on the faces of the men dropped in the matter of a second or two. she smiled, her strikingly white teeth almost visible in the dimness of the club. just for shits and giggles, she brought her bottom lip between her teeth flirtatiously and hooked arms with him as she led them through the crowd. generally, she wasn't this forward, but the tequila and endorphins running around in her system had her feeling pretty comfortable with damn near anything right now. as they left the crowd behind she giggled a little, pulling up her dress just a bit. "you've got some balls, cowboy,

[/color]" she complimented, running both hands down his chest. she grabbed onto his shirt a little to drag him backwards toward the bar. "what's your name, cowboy?[/color]" she asked with a bit of a giggle as she reached up to brush a lock of his brown hair away from his charmingly lustful eyes. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

tagged --- desmond / dayna
words --- 897
outfit --- click.
credz --- temp/img me. lyrics - lil jon.
other --- lalala suck again.

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[desmond]

I'M BRINGING SEXY BACK* - - - - - -

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THEM OTHER BOYS DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT.
I THINK IT'S SPECIAL WHAT'S BEHIND YOUR BACK.

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Desmond was a former loud mouth wanna be faternity frat be, and now he was only some what shy. He instigated conversations quite a bit only because that was part of his job, but he had grown up significantly since college. But tonight Desmond had shown all of the guys how it was done. They were just staring at her, knowing that they wanted this...woman and not acting or attempting to do anything about it, and only if they were lucky would she gravitate magically towards one of them and make them need to go change their underpants. He had seen her and made a move, and he did it without getting all handsey too. He knew he would be getting dirty glares from males all over the dance floor for stealing their potential play mate for the night and taking away their eye candy while on the dance floor lonely.

Getting her to go with him to the bar just made him feel successful. But she was super friendly. He noticed her flirting, sucking on her lower lip, in response his eyes widened and little wrinkles appeared in his foreward, showing that he was indeed interested. She led him to the bar, and he didn't mind her hanging on his arm. 'You've got some balls, cowboy.' Desmond gave her a slight chuckle. Where did cowboy come from? He looked far from western. But then again, it was quite clear she was drunk as she ran her hands down his chest. Desmond was a guy that could keep very good control of himself, he gave himself limits when he went out, depending on his level of drunkness of course. If he got hammered, he just made sure he had a few condoms in his pocket just in case.

He let her pull him around, do whatever she wanted, because he wouldn't have minded being her little puppet. "Desmond Vitale." He responded with a little Italian charm thrown into his voice. Although his last name made him sound like a blood sucking vampire, sometimes ladies thought that was attractive, like he had some type of dark side, and unfortunately for them, he didn't. He looked down into her eyes as she brushed his hair away from his own, and he smiled. "What's your name gorgeous?" He tried really hard not to sound cheesey, and he didn't know if he succeeded or not. It didn't matter really, she was intoxicated. He turned to the bar tender and ordered two shots, which were quickly served up and handed to them. Desmond held one out to her. "Whiskey?"

He quickly downed his shot and placed the shot glass back on the bar top. He kept his eyes on her the entire time though. "I just wanted to piss all of those other gorillas off." He admitted, referring to the guys that were watching her. "They couldn't keep their eyes off you." He leaned his back against the bar. "But you seemed to be enjoying the attention. I hope you didn't mind me stealing you away?" He rose an eyebrow at her, as if he really thought she was going to answer him negatively.

[hannah1]

SHORTY FRESH, SO CRUNK, SO CLEAN, CAN SHE ---------------
QUESTION BEEN HARASSING ME IN THE MIND THIS BITCH IS FINE I DONE CAME TO THE *
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generally olivia had pretty good control over herself, and even if one didn't believe it, she was in control right now. if she'd been eighteen again she would have been so drunk by this point she couldn't see straight. and this wasn't even really drunk for her, just borderline drunk. when she was totally drunk there was only one thing she wanted to do, and by that time, she probably didn't care what it looked like with respect to her reputation. it was already shit anyway, why try to go all righteous now? there wasn't any point. but she did have fun, and was a happy person all around which was a lot more than most people could say about themselves. they'd all say they were kind of happy, or pretty happy, but olivia could say she was perfectly fine with her life. she'd established a name for herself, had a steady job and income.. most people wanted a family and a couple kids, but those were never things she'd dreamed of having for herself.

she liked the way he was playing along, how it was effortless to drag him along at will. she giggled a little at the surprise on his face when she called him cowboy; honestly it had nothing to do with how he looked. that was just one of the many pet names she'd give out at random to boys she met so she didn't really have to remember their names. they all seemed to get flustered when she didn't remember them specifically, but when you looked like she did, and got the attention she got, how was it possible to put every face with an accurate name? however when he did introduce himself, she figured it would be more than easy to remember his. with that accent, who would forget it? she was just like any other girl in the respect that and accent could turn her on just as much as touching her would. she gave a slight moan as she continued to mess with his dissheveled hair. she was damn cute and getting cuter by the second. "mm, that's sexy," she purred, he eyes eating up every square inch of his face. she could easily see the italian blood in him. when he returned the question, she did smile, and it was a flirtatious one - but just a genuine one. "olivia," she said over the music. sure her name was phoebe, but she hated that name ever since she was old enough to distinguish it from any other word. her parents had to have been crazy, naming their twin children phoebe and phoenix. how tacky is that?

next thing she knew, she was being offered a shot. she gladly took it, stopped messing with his hair, and downed it just as quickly as he had. she was no novice to those games, she could down a beer about as well as the next guy. there was a point where the drunkenness you already withheld allowed you to dump just about anything with alcoholic content in it down your throat, and olivia had certainly hit that point. as he made conversation, she laughed a little as she glanced back to where she'd been dancing. the group she'd had mostly broke up and dispersed elsewhere, some of the faces missing altogether. "i think you succeeded.

[/color]" no doubt he had. she knew they all had problems looking away, even if it was just her chest they were concerned with. he leaned back against the bar and rose that eyebrow at her, and that was like inviting her into his personal bubble. she placed both her hands at his waist, leaning in close, perched atop her heeled boots between his legs. "that depends," she muttered under sultry eyelashes. "you gonna show me a good time?[/color]" now she left that open-ended on purpose, a test of sorts. she wanted to know where he would take that given no direction whatsoever. she obviously had no problem finding or even making a good time, so what was she looking for? she wanted to know what he wanted. if he wanted someone to take home, or just someone to fool around with here in the club. it didn't matter, he was cute enough he could probably obtain either.

she leaned in a little farther, placing her lips against his neck hungrily. she pulled away after a short while, a smirk heavy on her lips.[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

tagged --- desmond / dayna
words --- failure.
outfit --- click.
credz --- temp/img me. lyrics - lil jon.
other --- lalala suck again.

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