Crusade
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- Joined
- Dec 8, 2013
Sean Starks had it all. Cars, clothes, women, drugs and handfuls of lucrative businesses, some more legal than others. He'd started young in the drug trade, using his earnings in that field to expand and cultivate his own business ventures.
Although all his businesses were extremely profitable, his main moneymaker was a large bar/club ran by his good friend Rachel. Sean had hired her to tend bar initially, but when he saw how great she was at the books and keeping clientele happy, he gave her more responsibility, namely, overseeing the businesses he headed that weren't illegal. After all, he didn't want Rach going down with him if everything went to shit.
Things couldn't have been better for Sean in terms of the business side of things. However, there was something that nagged at him from the moment he met Rachel Lane. She was totally non-receptive to his charms. Sean was the type of guy who commanded a room. His wit, his looks, his arrogance all made women wet and yet despite the solid friendship he had with Rach, he'd never so much as kissed her. He'd be lying if he said the thought of that didn't bother him, but in the back of his mind he felt like he could break her down. How long it would take, he didn't know, but he assumed seeing him with a different girl every week would be a start. If he could create just a slight bit of jealousy and work off of that, he'd have it made.
One of the things Sean liked to do every week or so was head to the bar where Rachel still tended bar and see how things were going with the bars, clubs and restaurants he owned. It was around 12:30, the height of action at The Mine. Sean had a woman on his arm, a petite blonde in a mini-skirt much too short to be considered acceptable and a top cut so low if she so much as sneezed, the entire bar would get a full view of her tits.
Sean stood around 6'2", with hulking shoulders, biceps, abs and all the rest. He prided himself on his body and had a number of tattoos on his upper half that put it on full display. That night he wore a black button down and a pair of jeans. He only wore suits when he was conducting business and although visiting the bar was business in a sense, he never thought of a meeting with Rach as official business. It was more like just going out to see a friend.
He walked with Sara through the club towards the bar. The two sat beside one another at the bar and Sean pounded on the bar top a few times to get Rach's attention. "Rach! Two lagers, two shots of Patron and your sexy ass over here. Now!" he called out with a smirk. Just before the two had arrived at the bar, Sean had done a couple lines of blow with his date inside his penthouse. Maybe it was the fact that he was in the drug game or it was just a product of the system, but Sean loved his cocaine and he loved smoking pot. He also drank at every opportunity. He was ruthless in the things he did to his body much in the same way he was ruthless in the way he ran his businesses. Rachel understood all of that better than anyone and it was why he came to her for absolutely everything.
Although all his businesses were extremely profitable, his main moneymaker was a large bar/club ran by his good friend Rachel. Sean had hired her to tend bar initially, but when he saw how great she was at the books and keeping clientele happy, he gave her more responsibility, namely, overseeing the businesses he headed that weren't illegal. After all, he didn't want Rach going down with him if everything went to shit.
Things couldn't have been better for Sean in terms of the business side of things. However, there was something that nagged at him from the moment he met Rachel Lane. She was totally non-receptive to his charms. Sean was the type of guy who commanded a room. His wit, his looks, his arrogance all made women wet and yet despite the solid friendship he had with Rach, he'd never so much as kissed her. He'd be lying if he said the thought of that didn't bother him, but in the back of his mind he felt like he could break her down. How long it would take, he didn't know, but he assumed seeing him with a different girl every week would be a start. If he could create just a slight bit of jealousy and work off of that, he'd have it made.
One of the things Sean liked to do every week or so was head to the bar where Rachel still tended bar and see how things were going with the bars, clubs and restaurants he owned. It was around 12:30, the height of action at The Mine. Sean had a woman on his arm, a petite blonde in a mini-skirt much too short to be considered acceptable and a top cut so low if she so much as sneezed, the entire bar would get a full view of her tits.
Sean stood around 6'2", with hulking shoulders, biceps, abs and all the rest. He prided himself on his body and had a number of tattoos on his upper half that put it on full display. That night he wore a black button down and a pair of jeans. He only wore suits when he was conducting business and although visiting the bar was business in a sense, he never thought of a meeting with Rach as official business. It was more like just going out to see a friend.
He walked with Sara through the club towards the bar. The two sat beside one another at the bar and Sean pounded on the bar top a few times to get Rach's attention. "Rach! Two lagers, two shots of Patron and your sexy ass over here. Now!" he called out with a smirk. Just before the two had arrived at the bar, Sean had done a couple lines of blow with his date inside his penthouse. Maybe it was the fact that he was in the drug game or it was just a product of the system, but Sean loved his cocaine and he loved smoking pot. He also drank at every opportunity. He was ruthless in the things he did to his body much in the same way he was ruthless in the way he ran his businesses. Rachel understood all of that better than anyone and it was why he came to her for absolutely everything.