Ⱦɦȇ Ϣɩɭɗ Ȱηȇ →◄ Can you hear my ↕ heart heart beating heart beating like a hammer ↕ Help, I'm alive ►
♪ ► ▷ ▶ Hard to be soft, tough to be tender ◀ ◁ ◄ ♪
♪ ► ▷ ▶ Hard to be soft, tough to be tender ◀ ◁ ◄ ♪
♫ If my life is mine, what shouldn't I do? ♬xxx
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Sheer, nylon tights where pulled upwards over lightly tanned thighs before nimble fingers snapped then onto a garter, panties holding tight and snug on her hips. A knitted sweater dress was lifted and slid over bare shoulders, supple arms slither through the arm holes; hands finding purchase at the end of the sleeves. The front pulled forward and than closed, clipping the hooks into the tiny peepholes that laid over a taut abdomen, a large expanse of skin still showing between two steadily perky, yet after effects of maturity, heavy laden breasts.
Callous roughened fingers glided up and scrapped back thick, brown hair; tying it into a severe flat twist. A short, Cleopatra-type wig is picked up and slid on, the short ends sliding forward to caress high cheeks. Dark eye-shadow and black liner is swept and glided over each closed eyelid in swift, but thick passing. Lastly, one leg is crossed over the other at the thigh as stiletto heels of ankle high boots are put on, zippers clicking as their zipped up, dangerous height making them tremble as she stood up. She ignored Blake's face as she walked out of the dressing room, willing her cheeks not to burn too brightly. This is not the city they where told about and the dress code was not what she was use to. She lifted her chin and walked outside with purposeful, cocky and driven intent.
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Salva strode forward, trying not to fidget in the barely there outfit that she was given. Her heels clicked on concrete as she and Blake headed down and across the street, thrumming music echoing from the front of a line trailing out from a flashy club. She walked to the front of the line and let the bouncer give her a once over. He nodded her in and before the bouncer could notice, she grabbed Blake's arm, dragging him in too. Body heat hit her skin like sticky honey; her nostrils flared as she sniffed for a specific scent and tried not to gag on the not so clean ones. Masses of bodies convulsed on the dance floor, though Slava pushed her way through them, letting go of Blake. He quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, clinging onto her. She ignored the incessant weight and wiggled her way to the bar before taking another sniff and looking around.
"Maybe we should ask around for help," Blake yelled hotly over the music into her ear, making her cringe at the loudness and the sticky heat aimed at her eardrum, tilting her head away. She was still uncomfortable with the change in Blake, though he went by Jack now, both in appearance and the way he looked at her. It wasn't the same as Charlie's open leers, Blake's where more secretive; almost like he was planning or considering her worth and Salva never liked plans, projects, or experiments. Hell, she was/is one and that was a bad thing. She pulled away and ignored the looks at her long legs as she lengthened her stride, finding a secluded corner where several, barely legal teenagers and some garishly dressed adults where congregating in a circle. A body guard tried to stop Salva, but missed and grabbed Blake instead. Slava ignored Blake's pleas for help, shrugging in fake sheepishness, and yanked her wrist away, but stumbled and bumped into one of the gaudily made up girls, nearly knocking her over.
"Hey!! Watch yourself, grandma," the slut shrieked before shoving Salva away and further into the grouped people. She managed to stay upright, her eyes flicked the beginning shade of red angrily, a retort starting readily passed her lips before she paused, realizing that she now stood in the middle of the circle of boys, girls, men and woman, all of them making faces of yearning and sensual agony to something or someone behind her. Salva's lips twisted in distaste before turning around, wondering what was holding all of their attention with such devotion, such carnal need. The familiar scent curled cloyingly strong under her nose and she immediately stiffened in remembrance, knowing that she found what she had been looking for but still never, ever quite ready for it. She looked up, letting her face slide into a cool and confident expression, letting an eyebrow rise in effect though her heart raced with anticipation.
✖ ✖ ✖xxxxxIf your still Alive, My regrets are Many.xxxxx✖ ✖ ✖
