FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a warm day, the sky was budding with clouds adding humidity into the already miserable setting that the thick city had to offer. Casey Thompson already hated her new home, completely hated it, not for the fact that she had to move two states over to get there, not because her new foster parents didn't want her, and had already smacked her around a little, and certainly not because of the thick, heavy, claustrophobic feeling that the city streets and the massive crowds gave her. She just hated it, because she could, she hated everything, or that was what she pretended anyway, she had put on a tough outer shell to hide behind, and no one could tell her she didn't hate this godforsaken city with it's one hundred degree heat, and it's forty percent humidity.
Casey Thompson was a very pretty girl, what with her long black hair, and dark eyes that could peer into a persons soul and rip away all of your most sensitive feelings with a few quick words from her sharp tongue. Her skin was pale, as if she got very little sun, and in fact she spent most of the day sleeping off her hangovers or Drug highs. She had the type of body that women starved themselves to get, and men beat each other up to have. And with that sexy leather outfit accenting her perfect long legs and flat toned belly she knew there was not going to be a single person who wasn't admiring her.
That in mind she slipped into the popular Club DARKEST, well known for it's abilities to sell alcohol to minors without getting busted by the cops, and it's heavy traffic of whores and drugs. Just the place that Casey liked best. She slipped into the room, the music blaring, the dance floor thick with a throng of people who where all high or drunk and writhing against one another in a sea of horny wankers who wanted a piece of ass but where too doped up or drunk to actually get anything.
She smirked a little to herself, already feeling several pairs of eyes on her as she slid over to the bar and demanded a Sex on the Beach, offering the Bartender a playful wink as he gave her what she wanted, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone who could either hold her interest, or give her the fix that she needed, leaning against the bar with her legs crossed just so, so that you could see up to her inner thighs, but not see the lacy underwear that she wore underneath her impossibly short skirt, looking, always looking for just the right kind of person.
Casey Thompson was a very pretty girl, what with her long black hair, and dark eyes that could peer into a persons soul and rip away all of your most sensitive feelings with a few quick words from her sharp tongue. Her skin was pale, as if she got very little sun, and in fact she spent most of the day sleeping off her hangovers or Drug highs. She had the type of body that women starved themselves to get, and men beat each other up to have. And with that sexy leather outfit accenting her perfect long legs and flat toned belly she knew there was not going to be a single person who wasn't admiring her.
That in mind she slipped into the popular Club DARKEST, well known for it's abilities to sell alcohol to minors without getting busted by the cops, and it's heavy traffic of whores and drugs. Just the place that Casey liked best. She slipped into the room, the music blaring, the dance floor thick with a throng of people who where all high or drunk and writhing against one another in a sea of horny wankers who wanted a piece of ass but where too doped up or drunk to actually get anything.
She smirked a little to herself, already feeling several pairs of eyes on her as she slid over to the bar and demanded a Sex on the Beach, offering the Bartender a playful wink as he gave her what she wanted, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone who could either hold her interest, or give her the fix that she needed, leaning against the bar with her legs crossed just so, so that you could see up to her inner thighs, but not see the lacy underwear that she wore underneath her impossibly short skirt, looking, always looking for just the right kind of person.