the pony of death
Star
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2009
- Location
- Colorado
Kieran made her way to her bike, it was an old navy blue Honda Magna, it was simple but fast. She rode off to a club she had been told she could find her target at, she had been told to watch her back, they would kill her with out hesitation if they suspected her. She parked her bike out in front of the club, she climbed off and removed her helmet. Her long natural red hair falling about her back and shoulders in soft curls, she unzipped her black leather jacket and removed her gloves. She had lightly tanned skin, that had almost a light golden color to it, her blue and hazel eyes looked around as she entered the club. She slipped into the back room with her bag over her shoulder, she fluffed her hair a bit to get rid of the helmet hair. She changed into jean ultra mini skirt that barely covered her, she then pulled on a dark blue halter top, she zipped her black knee high boots up. She admired herself in the mirror then headed out into the club. She was short at barely over five feet in height, she was slender with nice curves.
Kieran made her way around looking for her target till she spotted him in a private booth. She took a deep breath then slowly approached him, she took a drink swishing it around in her mouth to give off the scent of alcohol, then stumbled in, she pretended to lose her footing and fall into his lap. She lightly touched his flesh to give him a little sensation of pleasure, one of her many gifts. She looked up at him blushing "I'm so sorry I must have had a few too many tonight" she said giggling to help sell her little lie. She lightly ran her hand down his chest as she adjusted herself so she was more sitting in his lap, "hey perhaps I'm not so sorry" she said looking him in the eyes making it painfully obvious she was flirting with him.
Kieran made her way around looking for her target till she spotted him in a private booth. She took a deep breath then slowly approached him, she took a drink swishing it around in her mouth to give off the scent of alcohol, then stumbled in, she pretended to lose her footing and fall into his lap. She lightly touched his flesh to give him a little sensation of pleasure, one of her many gifts. She looked up at him blushing "I'm so sorry I must have had a few too many tonight" she said giggling to help sell her little lie. She lightly ran her hand down his chest as she adjusted herself so she was more sitting in his lap, "hey perhaps I'm not so sorry" she said looking him in the eyes making it painfully obvious she was flirting with him.