RE: Romance, Taboo, & Sex - that's how I like it. (; [CLOSED]
LONG PLOTS/ STARTERS:
Little Miss Attitude
Student x Lawyer (possible Niece x Uncle)
Ally Hutchman (born Alexandria Layla Hutchman) is the name splattered across the papers; along with Jessica Johns, Mina Di Bocha, and Dorianne Racken. All of them young female students attending Crawford High; a private high school best known of it's intense tuition fees and strict uniform policies. It was not a school most average people could afford. It was located in a high end city, with high end houses and high end families. Once having a spotless reputation, the school is now the center of news frenzy due to four reckless students facing serious criminal charges and potential jail time. Ally, one of those Fatal Four (as they were nicknamed) is the target for most of the charges. The quadruple having burned down a chuck of property, she is facing adult indictment because she is just a few months from 18. Facing up to 30 years in prison, with a mother who has passed, a father who walked out years ago, and a frustrated aunt ready to give her the boot – Ally is out of chances and pity streaks. This time, she's in real trouble, and has no money or resources to afford a good lawyer. Ally's Queen Sass attitude and constant need to party has always gotten her into trouble, but this mischievous diva has taken her problem to the extreme.
The Fatal Four had been caught on the scene of a burning house. The fire started in the house before leading to the barn 10 feet away, the car in the driveway, and then eventually the forested area close by. It took fighters close to 30 hours to maintain and put out the massive fire. The teens were found trying to flee the scene, chased, and arrested. The four were clearly severely intoxicated and high. After being checked and stripped, they were found with possession of several drugs as well as a pack of matches and a couple of lighters. After a thorough investigation, the fire was found to be provoked and ignited through the use of gasoline, that was strategically placed around all of the house, to the barn, and to the car. With the flames of three burning objects, it was inevitable that the trees would set ablaze, causing a minor forest fire. Based on reports from the alarm company, someone had broken in and had failed to punch in the proper code. The evidence became over whelming. It looked bad. Real bad. But the whole thing was just a series of unfortunate events. Except for the gasoline; something in which Ally refused to admit too, even thought the other three girls had agreed to sign a confession to help their sentence. Not Ally.
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“Obstructions/Resisting an Officer. Destruction of property, first and second degree arson, trespassing, breaking and entering, burglary, possession of marijuana, cocaine, and ecstasy, as well as underage intoxication with a blood alcohol of close to four times the legal limit...” The man towered over me, standing across the slim table as he stared down at me in utter shock. I wouldn't look at him. I refused. I had a look of distaste on my face; like I didn't care, or didn't want to care. Glancing down at my fingers like a little preppy bitch, I was quick to ignore virtually every felony I was being charged with; especially the words of
him – I hated him. Big hot shot New York lawyer. All high in pride on gleaming in wealth. Hated people like him. There was an awkward silence that lingered for a moment after his pause. “Are you out of your fucking teenage mind!?” His voice had raised, as if he had had enough of my strong attitude. He had a short temper... But so did I.
Literally exploding from my chair, the seat flying behind me to lay flat on the ground, I slammed my fists on the table. “God dammit, don't fucking talk to me like I'm a damn child!” My face was inches from his; so close that my hot breath radiated against his skin. My silky blue eyes narrowing in order to give a challenging glare. “Don't talk down to me...” If I were an animal, I would be growling with every word. My body was leaning over the table. The only reason I was able to reach the same relative height as him was because I was wearing high heeled booties. “I am fucking sick of all of this maturity bullshit. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a fucking woman, you understand me?” With that heated statement, I had stomped my right foot into the ground; my leather stilettos clapping with the impact of the ground. “And if you want to be my lawyer, you better fucking respect that.” I stormed, turning around in a quick twist. But before I could even taken but two steps, I felt a tight grasp of my arm pull me backwards. My backside slammed roughly against the edge of the table and I grumbled, regaining my standing position. The strong hand holding me would not let go. Turning me around quickly, he pulled me in closer.
Additional notes:
- This is my first plot that I will leave open to pure smut and/or romance.
- Having no family other than an aunt related to her mother, I was thinking of the possibility of making the lawyer her long lost uncle from her father's side. So she wouldn't know he's her biological uncle since she's never met her father. OR it could be made that he comes into her life having seen the papers and offers to be her lawyer for free. So there's a lot of hate in that relationship from family affairs.
- Ally's aunt does not have enough money to support her expensive lifestyle anymore, and she has given Ally 30 days to pack her shit and get out. Her lawyer offered to serve for free.
- Ally is considered the 'leader' of the Fatal Four which is why she is facing the most charges. The three other girls have essentially blamed her for the whole conspiracy in order to lesson the degree of their charges. Despite many holes in the story and the investigation.
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Through My Body
Ballet Dancer x Strip Club Owner
A top-class ballerina, named Lilianna, loses her scholarship after an unknown person sabotages her chances of becoming the Swan Queen. In order to disarm her high position, explicit photographs of her at an out-of-control party get (purposely) leaked onto the internet. The photos are of her drinking, smoking weed, and sexually posing, clearly intoxicated. The pictures are enveloped and sent to to the Dean of the school and she is originally expelled from the program. Though, because Lilianna is the best dancer, and with argument that the pictures are from several years ago, the Dean agrees to allow her back in the program, though with the exception that she would not get bursaries nor her education and courses paid for by the school and the ballet company.
As if her career and education hadn't been tampered with enough, Lila (her nickname, pronounced Lie-lah ) now has to pay close to 150 thousand dollars in order to pay for courses, clothes, shoes, and everything that comes with ballet. With no resources for a loan and no job that pays enough to support her hefty school fines - Lilianna must find a quick, easy, and fast way to make a lot of money with such little time on her hands. After failed attempts to find a job, she is forced to drop out of the program, and inevitable loses her position as Swan Queen. Determined to rejoin the program and achieve her life-long dream and passion of becoming a professional ballet dancer, Lila is introduced to the idea of stripping through a 'Wanted/ Hiring' ad from a downtown famous bar and strip club called Vita Bella (Italian slang for Beautiful Life).
The legendary strip club holds both an extraordinary reputation for business, dancers, and service, but also manages a dangerous history of drug crime and is rumored to be owned by the Italian mafia. A big money-maker for all who work there, especially the strippers, there have been reports of substance abuse, prostitution, and intense crime activity within the massive three-storey club. Despite all negative things said about the degrading business, Lila was desperate and finalized that the quick money will be worth the exposure. Without even attending a single pole dancing course, with no knowledge of how to strip, she purchases and installs her very own pole in her apartment and begins to practice - concocting several dance routines embedded with both pole dancing AND ballet.
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It took barely 2 weeks of day and night practicing and training to master the art of pole dancing and to package my audition routine. It wasn't like I actually had an audition at a strip club. I was just planning to go in there, and hope for the light of day and at least a chance to strut my stuff and new revolutionary art of dance. Proud and chin held high, I entered Vita Bella and nervously looked around. Clearly out of place and not there to watch strippers or to drink – I'm greeted by a handsome bartender. “Looking for someone? You looks lost, darling.”
I swallow lightly, and shift my eyes. “I'm looking for a job. I'm a dancer.” Upon the announcement that I actually wanted to 'dance' aka strip, the bartender looked at me with such disbelief, but a over-hearing stripper buts in to defend the club.
“We have strippers. We don't need more, thanks. Especially not amateurs.” Full of attitude and very
bitter, the girl storms past me, shoving my body and my bad in the process. Knocking my stuff over a chair, it caused a pair of ballet shoes to fall to the ground. “Are those... ballerina slippers?” The stripper began to snicker and laugh. “You're from the academy. Where them snobby bitches go to dance. This is no place for your kind, girlie. Get lost.”
Before the woman dressed in little clothing and translucent high heels could escape before I could reply, an older man emerges from the back of bar and stops her from leaving. “Ay... Bambi. Don't be so rude. That's not good business.” He glares at her and she chuckles angrily, in clear defeat. His gaze turns back at me. I'm not sure who he is, but I have a feeling by the way he is dressed, and his charming way of speaking, that he was probably the owner. “What is a beautiful girl like you doing
here looking for a job? Especially a professional ballet dancer. This isn't a good girls sanctuary. Why?”
Picking up my shoes from the ground and laying them on the bar counter, I reply simply; “Why else? Money. And I can dance.
Real dance. And if I'm going to degrade myself, I might as do it in the finest of strip clubs.” I gave a nonchalant and rather sarcastic smile, no fearful to insult the business. “But I have something more to offer than just a pretty girl on a pole.” I smirked a little, looking slightly over my shoulder at Bambi.
The man paused, “... You have my attention.”
Returning my gaze to him, I leaned over the bar, sliding my white ballet shoes towards him in an almost seductive matter. “I need a sturdy pole, a lot of room, and 5 minutes to get changed. What I can do cannot be told in words. Only shown
through my body.”
EXTRA NOTES:
- I made the roleplay so the male is the owner, but you can also play the bartender. If you wish to play yet another character, send me your ideas.
- I was also thinking that the dean that kicked her out is a man, and he secretly goes to that strip club regularly, and so happens to find Lila doing her thing. That can be a possible pairing as well.
- The mafia can be changed, so can the name of the strip club.
- I just lightly played the male character in order to create an introduction - I do not godmod or control other characters that are not mine to control.
- I usually offer other images in place of the character I had already provided, but in this roleplay, I will not - because I am very content with the originally chosen image of Lilianna (above).
- Also, I would like this roleplay to take place a little in the past, before professional (athletic) pole dancing became a sport and a legitimate exercise. So her kind of dancing would be very unseen and impressive. Also meaning that the strippers at the club can't do what she's doing at the level of expertise that she is able to do (because she's already fit and professionally trained).
- I literally have a video of what Lilianna's audition will be like. AKA - a dancer doing a cheographed pole dance to classical music. It's epic.
- I'm open to changes and other ideas.
Heart Shaped Glasses
Popular x Goth
Crimson High was one of the biggest high schools in the city and never failed to hold a good 1500 students every year. And although the school was filled, the split of students into cliques never failed. There was what everyone commonly knew as the 'Populars'. Among other groups, the nerds, the jocks (who were a close correlating group with the Populars that often meshed), the helpers (volunteers and goodie gals who try to save the world and are always teacher's pets – also close correlation to the nerds), and the outcasts. The outcasts usually embodied the style of goths, punks, or basketcases – students whom express themselves through dark clothing, tattoos, piercings, and odd styles. They also never meshed with any other group, especially the Populars. In fact, the Populars and the Outcasts fought the most and were the cause to many student suspensions and even some expulsions. Because the Nerds were typically submissive and unable to defend themselves from the dominant Populars, there were generally never any big incidents between the groups. But, the Outcasts were not always insecure and submissive and did not hesitate to talk back. Statuses were not just part of normal high school drama... the school was a virtual Social Battlefield – a dangerous war zone; especially between the senior graduating students.
A new war was about to begin. There was a new student in town, Damien – a male, who not only had a beautiful, preppy younger sister – but who was a total goth*. And it didn't help that within the first week, his sister had made friends with every Popular girl and guy in the entire school, INCLUDING the seniors. This new goth had become not only a sibling disgrace to the sister, but was now the new target for Populars to eat alive. A couple weeks had passed by, and tension between the Outcasts and the Populars were increasing day by day. The bombs were just about to explode – but this time, the bombs would backfire and explode on the Populars, because this goth was not about to be pushed around by some over-confident, cocky poppers. So far, Damien had been able to get the Populars to back off, but he was about to meet his match; Victoria.
Victoria was a stereotypical Popular – a senior. She was skinny, very tanned, followed every latest mainstream fashion trend and most of all, was extremely beautiful. She was most known for two things, her heart-shaped sunglasses that she almost always wore, and her undeniable aggressive attitude. She had no fear of what came out of her mouth, and didn't care what anyone thought. Though, she rarely blasted anyone, but when she did, it was deadly. Nicknamed the Firecracker for her temper - no one dared to challenge her or do any tiny thing to irritate or piss her off. Feisty Victoria had a younger brother named Jacob whom was only 15 years old – but he was taking after his sister and was the leader of his grades' popular gang. Though, Jacob was rather scrawny and very immature. And like his sister, he had a mouth, but so much of a mouth that he could not control what came out... which often caused him to get into a lot of trouble with older students and teachers. Being her baby brother, Vicky always came to the rescue. This time, Jacob had ran his mouth to the wrong person; the new goth, Damien, and his friends – calling them cruel names and picking a fight bigger than himself in order to impress a set of teen girls. This bad choice ultimately lead to him being threatened with a knife and shoved into a locker. That was not acceptable to Victoria. And when she found out, shit hit the fan. Although she had never spoken or even acknowledged the new goth, she knew who he was and his growing reputation, and she was ready to set him straight. It was white glasses VS. black buckles and she was more than ready.
Storming into the cafeteria - no one could ignore the fuming diva heading right for the Outcast food table. Eyes set for Damien, upon arriving to face him, she slammed her fists against the table leaning her body forward to come face-to-face. But inches from his monotone expression, she sneered, "... you!" Watching as the goth kept head-down, eating his food and virtually ignoring the blonde beauty, Victoria's face reddened in anger. "Look at me!" She flung her arm to the side, smashing her palm against the tray and causing it to go flying to the side and off the table. The food, his lunch, and the tray lay limply on the floor beside them. At this point, the entire population turned to look at the commotion. She lowered her sunglasses to reveal her stunning blue eyes and stared him in the face. Damien's friends were left in shock. Victoria's lips curved into a taunting growl. "Who do you think you are, Dracula?" She paused, but gave no time for a response. "You threaten my brother..." She flailed her arm, roughly pointing behind her where a small pale boy sat at the corner of his entourage. "...you threaten me." Her finger returned to point to herself, then quickly transitioned to grab his collar. At this point, Vicky was so dramatic, that her curvy, tanned body lay leaning against the table; shirt riding up to reveal her dazzling belly button ring. "You think you're better than me, huh, punk?" She threw him back in his seat and slowly, with great hostility, return to a standing position. She used her middle finger to push her glasses back onto her face. "Watch yourself. I've got weapons too."
- Based, of course, loosely on Marilyn Manson's song/video.
- I wrote the starter in third person, but I write normally in first.
- Goth be changed to punk, basketcase, etc. Whatever you want. As long as the character is rather rebellious, dominant, a little aggressive and even dark.
- Damien's name can be changed, so can what he did to Jacob.
- This was designed mainly to be a roleplay between Vicky and Damien, but can also be made into an incest between Damien and his little popular sister.
- Open to discussion!
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CATER GIRLS:
Sophie's Surprise
(RPC can be changed, see below)
Cater Girls is an underground high-end prostitution business that offers wealthy men an opportunity to have a personally-chosen young woman come and “cater to his needs”. But to purchase a meeting with a Cater Girl is not cheap, nor easy. Cater Girls has a strict process that must be completed before any man and Cater Girl meets. Before a session, the man must complete a long survey, undergo a series of medical tests to ensure that he is not carrying any sexually transmitted diseases or any that many harm the girl, and lastly; there is a background-check on each customer to clear any criminally recorded threats that may endanger the Cater Girls. This business guarantees a clean, sober, and sophisticated prostitute who is STD free, no drugs, no alcohol, and no surprises. Each Cater Girl has a biography and specific kinks and needs from her Rentor (man who pays for her session). The Rentor must apply for a Cater Girl, and the Cater Girl must then ACCEPT or DENY his application based on the survey. If the Cater Girl accepts, it doesn't mean the Rentor has gained a session. Each Cater Girl only has one Rentor at a time, and the Cater Girl is required to commit 100% to her Rentor; hence she is not sexually involved with someone else. The title of Rentor goes to the highest bidder, which usually ranges in the high thousands of dollars.
Though, different from other high-end prostitution businesses, the Rentor does not get his prostitute for only one night; but several depending on the calculation of the bid. Two and a half thousand dollars is equivalent to one session. If the bid is $50,000, the number of sessions guaranteed is 20 – but if the Rentor and the Cater Girl mutually agree to continue the sessions, further prices are discussed. Usually, relationships between Rentor and Cater Girl last for months and sometimes up to a year. There is no set time on sessions. Every session guarantees 5 hours; the hours can be taken from other sessions, or reduced to add more for another session. For example, if there are 20 sessions, that is equivalent to 100 hours – those 100 hours can be used to the Rentors needs. The Cater Girls industry is compared to Sugardaddy/ Sugarbaby relationships, because the Rentors often use their Cater Girl as arm-candy at a party, and usually financially support their Cater Girl outside of their payment (buy her expensive gifts, give her a car to use in their time, pay for her clothes, etc.). To put it simply, Rentors are paying for a emotional and sexual relationship with a young woman, with intentions to be respected as the only man in their life, and vice versa for the Cater Girl, who expects to be the only woman sexually involved in the relationship. The Rentor, or the Cater Girl, are able to cancel their 'relationship' with their partner if things do not go well or they do not get along. There is a refund of the payment based on how many hours have been used. The Rentor will not get refunded for hours used. To assure the Cater Girl will not spend money that is not yet hers, she is payed session by session. The bid money from her Rentor is placed in a secured account controlled by the Cater Girls industry.
Sophie is a 19 year old fresh High School graduate who was contacted by the Cater Girls industry after pictures of her from a erotic photo-shoot were released in a local pornographic magazine. To Sophie, a lonely, fatherless and financially-struggling teen, the offer sounds supportive and like a safe alternative to her troubles. Having no where else to turn to when her mother is murdered in a drive-by shooting, Sophie accept the job. A virgin to the business, she is anxious to be placed on the market for potential Rentors to bid on. An older, wealthy and world-renown businessman is introduced to the Cater Girls service through a friend, and the first girl to catch his eye is Sophie. Her biography and description is what catches his attention the most, so he applies. Being accepted, he is in a money battle with 23 other bidders to deem Sophie as his Cater Girl. But this man isn't about to stand down; when he wants something, he gets it. Sophie becomes the Girl with the highest amount ever to have been bid, with a whopping 250,000 thousand dollars. Nervous about her first encounter, she is surprised to see the man she is greeting is her very own (insert taboo here)*.
* This can be a number of things:
- Friend's father/uncle/brother
- Family member long lost father/uncle/brother
- Previous boss
- This can also be someone random
- etc. (open to ideas)
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Fashion Gone Goth
Employee x Boss
(RPC can be changed, see below)
He was rich. He was tall. He was drop-dead, ruggedly handsome. He had power and was an internationally known money God. She was broke. She was everything he hated. But she was feisty and beautiful and had the bossy attitude to challenge his authority. An attitude that would soon prove to drive him emotionally, physically, and sexually mad.
Paul Grow was a wealthy entrepreneur in his late 30s, who always got everything – be it item or person – he wanted. If he lusted it, he would get it, and the billions of dollars he had didn't hurt either. He was arrogant, cocky, selfish, shallow, and a complete asshole, but something about his pretty face and charming attitude always got him around with the ladies. Every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him. He had the perfect life. Beautiful women, big mansions, the best cars, the whole stereotypical American dream. His rise to fame came with the opening of his multi-billion dollar fashion industry listed Grow Fashion Incorporated. He had just been announced on the Forbes 100 most richest men in the world. Despite his countless riches and numerous sexual affairs, he still worked to manage his business even if he could easily hire another to perform his tasks. He had, at some point of another, met almost all the employees who worked in the headquarters, except for one – Daphnee Cynthia Cole – who had just been hired as Executive Director of the Photography Department; EDPD. It was a huge job that didn't pay nearly enough for the amount of effort and work needed to succeed, but it was hard to get and everyone who knows fashion wanted its position. Not only does it provide on-spot action with models and fashion, but it guaranteed a spot at the annual Grow Ball; A huge party with an exclusive private guest list that included some of the biggest names in fashion, celebrities, and Paul Grow himself. The EDPD also got to work directly with Paul Grow – a huge honor to any fashion successor.
But if there was someone who hated Paul Grow, it was Daphnee; a 23 year old fresh fashion employee who gears her taste towards heavy metal music and Gothic craze. Tattooed, pierced, and head full of colorful dye, she is not the typical Grow employee. In fact, she was everything conservative Paul Grow himself despised in fashion and in society. But the business was desperate for someone with the amount of talent needed to cater to high demands. With sales plummeting for the worse – Grow Fashions Inc needed something different, something fresh, and someone with as much brute attitude as she had. She was the direct opposite of every woman in the office. Her body was covered in tattoos, her face in piercings, and she wasn't afraid to wear ripped, black, and studded clothing. She pushed the limits to every high-end fashion industry and would be consider a styling disgrace to any European designer. Opinion was something Daphnee didn't care about. She was head strong, confident, and had a big mouth that was always ready to challenge anyone's negative thoughts about her image. But it was that exact personal attitude that made Red Herking, Chief Executive Officer – CEO and best friend of Paul Grow, hire her despite her lack of experience.
When Paul Grow first walks in to the office to meet this new EDPD, he is shocked beyond means to find a bad-ass-looking punk with a clipboard managing the photographers at the newest shoot - expected to be a huge hit. Having been previously warned about her fashion differences, he was expecting a horrid-looking and morbidly overweight 'Ugly Betty'. But there were no amount of words to describe his surprise when he is introduced a stunningly beautiful Gothic diva.
Extra details:
- Paul Grow's name can be changed.
- He's an old-fashioned guy who finds piercings and tattoos trashy (other than ear piercings)
- He finds any music related to rock/metal/punk etc Satanic and repulsive.
- He sleeps with every model, girl, and employee that's attractive and isn't one for commitment
- He has a dangerous temper
- She is the first one to not comply to his picky and judgmental demands
Roleplay pictures available at:
www.photobucket.com/punkgothtattoospiercings
PASSWORD is: badass
A Different Kind of Leather
Country girl x Biker boy
(RPC can be changed, see below)
Jayney McCall was born in a farm, grew up on a farm, and now lived and owned part of her family's heritage. Her family had lived in the country for decades. In the country, unlike the city, not many people strayed far as they grew older. It was typically the same people who have been there for years. A small town, where everyone knows everyone. It was a fun town; filled with almost nothing to do – but some how the local kids and teens always found things to entertain themselves with. The city was filled with farms of all sorts, almost every one owning at least a couple of horses. Jayney's family just happened to own a successful horse ranch, offering intensive training for horse shows, and even basic horse lessons. The McCall family were one of the most wealthy families in town, but they were not nearly as rich as some city folk. Nevertheless, having gained a well reputation with horses, many high achieving riders, racers, and jumpers would come to the ranch for a special type of training. Since the ranch was in the middle of nowhere (houses separated by almost a mile), along a long out-stretched highway, it was a good sort of therapy with the least of distractions... except for, of course, Jayney, who seemed to always catch all the new-comers attention with her cowboy boots and slim, gorgeous figure. She was always the center of attention with the guys, but never seemed to cave to their charming ways. Very prude, morally, and religiously driven, she isn't shy to deny men. But no one could get Jayney McCall, not even the good-looking rich kids from the city who come to train their horses for competition. None of them seemed to ever get Jayney and lacked the ability to turn her head – until there was one person Jayney could not even force herself to ignore.
He had no name. He and his buffoons were nicknamed by the town as the Sharks, because they ate and destroyed everything in their path. They particularly loved passing through this small town and causing trouble, for reasons most could not understand. The newest member of the gang was someone the teens nicknamed "Leather" (he always wore a black
leather jacket) – he was always seen around with his younger gang; always straying from the wolves. The gang, of course, was a biker gang. The group was big, consisting of over 100 motorcycle riders, but the entire group all together had triple the number, but it was hard to all ride together, so there were many sub-groups of all different ages and personalities. But for whatever reason, this one small group of 5 relatively young bikers who loved to terrorize small communities, including this one. After one of Jayney's smaller barns was burned down, she made it a personal goal to make the group pay for their actions.
Her vengeance was only justified when long and behold, there was a Shark straying from his pack. A single motorcycle was tearing up the road towards her barn. It was close-to-never that a rider rode alone. But for whatever reason, he was single – and Jayney recognized him right away. It was "Leather", the cocky, self-absorbed Shark member who had a lust for mischief. He was also the Grand Biker's grandson – something that gained him a lot of popularity and power amongst the biker community. When Jayney heard him rearing down the road, she took it upon herself to teach him a valuable lesson. Laying out 12 boxes of 4 inch nails across the road. Immediately after riding over the nails, the young man popped his front tire, slid onto his side, and skid into a ditch – causing severe damages to the bike. And guess who came running out to the rescue? Jayney. But little did the biker know, that Jayney wasn't as sweet as she appeared to be – and had a feisty bite to those juicy lips. Unfortunately for "Leather", he was in the middle of nowhere, with a flat tire, and no motorcycle shop anywhere for miles and miles – and to top it off, the bike's fuel line was damaged in the accident. And his cell phone? Mysteriously missing...
Now it was up to Jayney to show this punk the damage his lifestyle has created on land, and how much his actions devastate the community. Being complete opposites, they soon find they have a lot more in common then they expected to find. It was biker leather jacket versus cowboy leather boots. Who would win in this community battle, the leather-jacketed bad boy, or the
leather-booted country sweetheart?
Extra details:
- Leather is not the guy's real name, it's just a quick nick name the town gave him
- "Leather" can be an older man, too. In the plot I made him young - becuase it better suited the reckless life-style, but if wanted he can be older
- Sharks is not the gangs real name either, again, it's just a nick name the town gave them
- “Leather” does not remember that her barn is the one that was terrorized, since he terrorizes a lot of places and loses track all the time
- He also has no idea she's the reason he crashed and is oblivious to it all
- He is forced to stay with her until his bike is fixed and etc.
- Open to other ideas/changes
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