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{{Marie_the_freak}}

{{Marie_the_freak}}

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Feb 22, 2011
Location
The ville
Lilian stood in front of a floor length mirror studying her reflection. "Charles." she calls loudly. An old wrinkled man of about 80 walks in standing surprisingly tall in his butlers uniform. "Yes Mistress?"

She looks at his refection in the mirror. " Have them bring the car I am ready." She looks back at her refection. Her long curly blood red hair was down and looked softly tousled framing her face and making her green eyes stand out. The white corset top she wore made the red of her hair and the tan of her skin stand out even more. The corset stopped right above her navel, showing off the shiny silver ring peircing her belly button.
Black leather pants looked like they'd been poured on accenting the hour glass figure she was so proud of. She walks to the door and slides her tiny feet into black stellto heels. Smiling she walks out and down the stairs.

Charles nods to her opening the front door. "Keys are in the ignition." He nods to her. She pats his cheek and continues out the door and down the stairs into the drive. she looks back at the large mansion she owned. It made her proud to know she earned every bit of her wealth. She opens the door of the '69 lamborgini and gets in. After started it she tears off down the driveway and into the night headed towards her favorite bar Nocturnal. Blaring Danzig as she drives.
 
Daren felt tense and sick as he made his slow way through the dark and wet streets of the city. He'd had a hard week at work, jamming from one construction side to the next, ordering one incooperative troup of workers after the next to do what they're supposed to do, ignoring their attempts at telling him how he should be doing his work. His chin was shadowed with dark stubble and the jeans he wore was brownish with the dust it had accumulated over the day, as he had failed to find the time to redress. Or at least he had not wanted to take the time. After getting off work his only urge was to get himself a beer in some place that was loud with music and full of people he'd never seen before. And would never have to see again. Something that would not entirely happen as he thought then.

He wandered and wandered, and what brought him eventually to a still stand was the bass that drove through the doors of a dark looking bar, catching his ear as did the lady flashing past the corner of his eye. He turned his head, the rock music loudening as the door briefly opened, but before he could get a good glance the doors were shut already, the red hair, dancing like fire, was gone already.

He did not halt for a moment, his mind was off work. He had a task for the evening. Swiftly he pushed in after the women into pub, his eyes out for only her, his muscular body already beating with the music.
 
Lilian swings her hips as she walks sighing. Here was where she could finally relax. She dances her way through the crowd to the bar. The bartender's youthful face brightens as she sees her and immidently pours two shots of whiskey and places them in front of her. She grins and tosses them botch back one right after another with out a chaser.

He then pours her favorite drink cherry vodka, sprite and cherry syrup. She tosses down money and sipping on her drink she turns to watch the crowed. Who would she dance with tonight?
 
It did not take much to spot the fiery beauty. Her body was like one of a snake, every curve of her beautifully carved legs stood out. Proud and muscular, her waist, thin and curved. Daren could almost feel the silk of her skin, and the fabric of her white corset beneath his fingers as he slowly drew the cords out, freeing her body of everything that held it together. He'd peel the pants slowly of her light flesh... He almost groaned staring transfixed, not even realizing what he did. Hell. He shook his head, trying to collect himself. It was like a vision, something he hadn't had in years; of all the women he had none was like this.

He dragged a hand through is rugged hair and let a shaky breath out before he composed himself and made his way self-confidantly and with strong steps straight towards her. He had charme, he reassured himself. He'd be just as good as he always was.

Easily he shifted next to her, her scent drifting into his nose, causing goosebumps to edge down his spine. One of his elbows was on the counter, up against her arm as there was so little space, so many people filling the bar. "I apologize." He said, his voice showing fully off that it was by no means an accident, a bright twinkle within his eyes.
 
Lilian smiles at the man flirting with her. He was a cute one. Slowly she sips on her drink smiling inticingly at him. "Tell me Mr. you like to dance?" Slowly she sets her glass down and steps away from the bar. She puts her hands on his hips and pulls him slowly into the crowd. "Dance with me." she mummers her body flush with his and her lips at his ear
 
Daren had to seriously fight to keep the low animalistic growl within his throat deep inside. Releasing it would probably have cause the woman at his side to run in horror.

He was helpless, sliding along with her without any resistance within him. His arms found what they had longed for sliding about her lithe waist, fingers on the white corset, slowly caressing the cords. "Nothing I would want more." he replied hoarsely, his breath coming harsh and short with her lips so close to his ears, sending shivers down his neck.

He wanted nothing more than to know her name, so he'd never agains lose her, would know what to search for, if she left. But his tongue was close to useless, his mind incapable of forming any words that wasn't explicitly asked for. With the music and with her body against his he danced, the sensation of her smell and her body all around him, clouding his mind.
 
Lillian slides her hips against him dancing to the music. She could tell this man was captivated by her and that made her feel good. She slides her arms around his neck and smiles at him. "Put your hands on my hips lover." She tells him.
 
Slowly Daren's hands slid from her waist down to her hips as she had commanded, stroking his callused fingers over her soft flesh. He drew her closer, taking some control, drawing her through the crowd and the music like it was only them. He ducked his face down towards her, howering close to her neck. "You smell beautiful." he whispered, breath swishing along her ear.
 
She smiles and dances with him until the song changes. "Lets go back to the bar." Smiling she leads him trough the crowed. "My name is Lillian, and yours?" She asks as they get to the bar. The bartender immedently sets a drink in front of her. Smiling she picks it up and sips at it.
 
That was the moment Daren remembered his much longed for beer. He ordered one and then turned his attention back to the woman. Lilian. "Daren" he said, offering a brief smile. "First time I'm around here. You're often here, huh?"
 
Lillian laughs "I am here all the time." She smiles and leaning against the bar she takes a gulp of her drink. "So stranger what brings you in here tonight?"
 
"All I was out for was a beer", he said, leading his eyes through the crowds. He didn't feel quite relaxed now, too self-conscious, but it felt good, just sitting here, slowly leading the beer down his throat.

Daren lifted his eyes to Lillian's, easing one hand onto a leather clad thigh of hers. He stroked the fabric, feeling the forms of muscle beneath.
 
Lillian's eyes darken with desire. "What makes you think that's Ok?" She asks her voice soft and tempting. "Do you think I am taking you home tonight?" She smirks.
 
"I wouldn't mind" Daren replied, the deep twinkle in his eyes mirroring hers. He slid his hand further up along her thigh, kneading into the flesh. He lifted one hand to her cheek, his knuckles driving over the soft flesh as he slowly tugged her chin towards himself.
 
No coaxing was needed, Daren's tongue was drawn to Lillian's mouth like rain to the earth. It was inavertable that he entered her mouth, tasting her with rough need, one hand sliding up into her hair. He felt his groin stir and he fought it, drawing back to take a deep huff. "Hell" he muttered under his breath, stroking a hand through his hair, shaking the daze from his head.
 
Slightly shaky she smiles. "I think I will take you home." She trails a finger down his face. "You are very enticing you know that?" She adds off handedly and takes a gulp of her drink.
 
"You are" he said, standing up to lead her out through the masses. He didn't know where she lived, so he simply went ahead, waiting for her to show the way, and if she did not he would take her home.
 
Lillian smiles and leads in to the parking lot towards her car. The '69 gleaming red lamborgini sat like a beautiful beacon in the dark. "This is my car, you wanna ride or you want to follow?" she asks smiling and rubbing her fingers along the hood lovingly.
 
"Hel-lo" Daren grinned, eyeing the car. "I'll take the seat next to yours, got my own car at home." He walked up to the curvy bit of metal and drifted his fingertips over the top. "No doubts it's worth spending some time in." Espeically with a hot woman, he thought to himself. A splendid car, a splendid woman. That meant he'd have splendid sex tonight, oh yes. "Open up then," he said, giving the hood an accentuating knock with his knuckles.
 
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