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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 2, 2011 20:42:55 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Opting to walk the road to the local club instead of drive, figuring that she was going to be drinking and as reckless as Charlotte was sometimes, she was not an idiot. Her new apartment was nestled in the upper part of the small town and minutes away from the elite hot spots such as the clubs and the bars; a perfect location for Charlotte as she had found herself longing for the night life more and more as she was being pushed into a lonely adulthood. Walking into the club was a breeze as she winked to the bouncer as she passed, the gate being lifted for her and rolling her eyes to the groans that were heard behind her. Stepping into the club was stepping back into herself and Charlotte felt good about it. Moving to the bar, she found her usual spot occupied and furrowed her brows with a scoff. Moving through the crowd turned out to be a harder task that she had recalled as people gathered around each other and squished her in between groups. A bit of aggression showed as she pushed people away from her, muttering to a guy who eyed her, ”Touch me and lose your favorite appendage in the process.” and with that, she moved around him and headed to the bar.
She tapped the bar top, smirking as she bartender eyed her for a moment and she rolled her eyes to his flattering. He was a regular bartender, one that she had recalled many times and one that had flirted with her many times. It was not hard to see with her slim figure, full curves and ice brown eyes that Charlotte was a knock out but tonight, it was about finding her old self. Of course, sex was included with that but the alcohol seemed more appealing. As the night would go on, Charlotte would find herself more aroused by the males around her and would easily find someone to take home but for now, she tapped the bar and spoke with a demanding tone,”20 assorted shots. Don’t care.” she spoke quickly. Eyes scanning around the bar for someone familiar but found her empty handed. Shrugging, she took one of the little glasses in her grasp and pressed the glass to her lips, tilting her head back. She hissed to the seer, a nostalgic feeling but one that caused her to lick her lips and take the lime in between her lips. She sucked the juice out of the fruit and dropped it back on the tray. Looking to her side, she spotted a male, seemingly cute from the back and dressed in a decent manner. A possible suitor for the night, arching an eyebrow as she reached for a second glass. this time, she pushed the glass along the bar top to land in front of him, ”Knock it back.”, her tone a little suggestive as she knocked her own back, casting a wink in the male’s direction. ”You know you want to.” | [atrb=width,100]
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Post by PORTER MIDDLETON on Nov 6, 2011 19:11:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zsafdl.jpg); border: solid 6px #2c849a;,true][cs=2] Seems like everybody's got a price I wonder how they sleep at night When the sale comes first And the truth comes second Just stop for a minute Why is everybody so serious | [atrb=width,120]tagged ,charlotte notes ,do you want him to be the fiance? i was thinking that maybe they just haven't met in person, and that's why she looks familiar but he's not exactly sure who she is. what do you think? then when he realizes who she is, he can be like "wtf i'm screwed" lol wearing ,this | [atrb=width, 275] porter blew out the last puff of smoke his cigarette had to offer and tossed it down in the alleyway. reaching into his jacket pocket, he withdrew the wad of cash stashed there and flicked it out on the end of his fingers. the dealer hastily grabbed the money and stowed it away, handing the young man his package. porter raised an eyebrow and nodded once as the dealer thanked him and scurried off into the shadows like the rat he was. leaning against the brick outer wall of the night club, he stashed his newly purchased goods and pulled out a fresh cigarette, lighting it slowly and sucking in to start it, the glow lighting the dark alleyway with its orange life. to his left, the direction where the dealer had disappeared, police sirens began ringing, pinging around the relative quiet of the alley, and their blue lights appeared, blazing brightly and lighting up the darkness. glancing to his left, porter saw the drug dealer pinned, his arms up in surrender as the policemen poured out of the cars with their guns pointed at him as he whimpered like a coward and let them search him. of course, they found drugs and other illegal items within his jacket pockets, and through it all, porter stood smiling to himself in the darkness closer to the club's entrance. putting out his second cigarette, he stamped it out on the ground and turned from the scene he had orchestrated, heading into the club.
the bouncer nodded his head as he saw porter approach, moving aside the partition and allowing him entrance to the chagrin of those who waited and would continue to do so. porter had a unique agreement with the owners of the clubs in this town. he owned the oldest and most decadent of them all, velvet revolver, the burlesque located in the heart of town. owning the town's first club gave him the right to enter any of the others whenever he wished: they owned their partonage to him. as he moved through the crowd, he offered the waitresses flirtacious smiles and winks, but they weren't his interest tonight. besides, he'd already slept with all of them, and he was growing bored with them. before heading to the bar, he made his way through the crowd on the dancefloor, pissing off the men there as their escorts ignored them as porter moved past. he was far more attractive than most of the farmers in this town, and he knew it. so did the ladies. despite the fact he could easily take any of the girls from their dates, porter didn't feel like being that big of a douche tonight. no, he would find his own.
leaving the dancefloor, porter moved on to the bar. noticing some of the regulars, he gave them a small wave as he slid onto a barstool next to a brunette. his back was partially to her when he first sat down, but as he turned to find the bartender, he caught sight of her face and knew this was the one. she was seemingly alone, and certainly attractive enough for him to fuck. but that wouldn't be all she was to him, he knew. she seemed more than that even as he picked up on a bitchy vibe from her as he raised an eyebrow at her assorted buffet of shot glasses and she gave him the evil eye. she slid a shot toward him and he reached out to grab it, his fingers brushing her purposefully before she pulled her hand away to pick up her own saying, knock it back. she downed hers and looked him in the eye again, really effective with the eye contact she was. she offered him a flirtacious smile and spoke again, you know you want to. porter smirked, easily swallowed the drink, and plunked the glass down on the bar. the bartender had returned, realizing who was now seated at the bar and hoping he wouldn't lose his job for not instantly being available to serve him. he also noticed the hint of a lecherous eye the server gave to the girl sitting at porter's side, and porter subtly burned him with his gaze. she belonged to him now, and the bartender was to leave her alone or he would face the consequences: the message was clear. declining his usual drink, he reached for another shot and looked the girl in the eye again. she seemed familiar to him the longer he watched her.
"may i?" he asked, his body close to hers as he leaned toward her to take the shot. he smiled his gorgeous smile, his ice blue eyes twinkling seductively with flirtation. downing this second shot and not feeling the smallest hint of a buzz, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask stashed along with the package he'd received earlier before he'd gotten the drug dealer arrested. within was absinthe not diluted with water. dropping a few drops of the highly potent spirit into the next shot, he took a swig, shook his head with a pleased gasp, and offered the rest to the girl. "you seem...familiar to me," he admitted, smiling a small smile at her as the room seemed to buzz around them with activity. she seemed to put off a vibe that drew the attention to her, and porter liked that. he enjoyed attention. |
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 7, 2011 18:32:45 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Music blasted out of the speakers and Charlotte nodded her head to a familiar Katy Perry tune. Her eyes fell to a young man sitting on a barstool near her and she felt her cheeks flare up with lust. He was attractive enough for the normal needs, she admitted, but it was his aura that really called to her. His confidence was blooming off of him and his arrogance was just surrounding him. The way people interacted with him surprised her. The bartender immediately came to him, the women flocked around him and he stood there, taking everything in. Obviously, he was from high money. Charlotte knew from experience that the people who paraded around with people gaping usually had more money than they would ever need. A rich man and she could care less if he was single or not. Charlotte was more than happy to spread her relations in the tabloids right now; it would give her mother something more to complain about.
Their hands touched for a brief moment as the glass was being passed and she felt lust bloom. He was a real man, not one of those pansies that could barely knock back vodka. She focused on him as he tossed back the drink, biting her bottom lip seductively. May I? |
[/i] Oh, but of course. Charlotte nodded and knocked her second-or was it third?-shot and sighed inwardly as the smooth liquid slithered down her throat. Placing the glass on the bar, she tilted her body towards his and smiled, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her knee knocked against his and she gave him a sly smile. ”Perhaps. California is a large state,” she responded, accepting the flask and taking a small sip. She placed it back on the bar and smiled sweetly at him. ”Name?” Perhaps she had met him. Someone with this amount of confidence had to be rich, and considering this was a small town, they had probably glanced at each other. Charlotte, however, wanted to get to know him for at least one night, and one night only. Maybe it could become a reoccurrence, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. [/justify][/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,100] words ,600 + words tagged ,porter middleton notes ,the outfit and guess what? this post is horrid and i'm sorry about that! [/td] [/tr] [/table] [/center] |
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Post by PORTER MIDDLETON on Nov 7, 2011 19:11:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zsafdl.jpg); border: solid 6px #2c849a;,true][cs=2] Seems like everybody's got a price I wonder how they sleep at night When the sale comes first And the truth comes second Just stop for a minute Why is everybody so serious | [atrb=width,120]tagged ,charlotte notes ,heh hope you like it xD wearing ,this | [atrb=width, 275] he was the type of guy who does a drug deal, gets the dealer arrested, and then goes into one of his favorite clubs and gets laid. that's just he rolls. and the beautiful specimen before him was certainly worth more of his attention, in a very physical way. he watched her down her liquor like a champ, and he smiled his killer grin as she reconnected with him using her eyes. it was like they were having sex already with their eye contact, and he had to admit it turned him on. unlike some men, porter enjoyed the nuances of foreplay and this one was good at it even if she may be a bit tipsy. she was sober enough to know how to use her body to her advantage. her slender leg brushed against his, and he allowed himself a split second to glance down at her tanned skin, so much of it exposed beyond the short hem of her designer dress. he got the overwhelming desire to wrap those legs around him while he pounded her against a wall, but he hid all of this as he smiled coyly at her as she asked his name.
"names just complicate things," he commented, his hand straying to her shoulder where he gently twirled a loose strand of her brown hair, flickering the tendrils over her shoulder before his fingertips found their way to her neck. softly, he caressed her skin, smiling that killer smile the whole time. "if we knew each other, i would've remembered you by now," he admitted slyly, raising his eyebrows, "i'd never forget such a stunning woman or a beautiful face." although he'd initially thought he knew her, or at least recognized her from somewhere, he wasn't concerned enough about it to give away his own name or to bother with hers. considering it was highly likely they would wake up together in the morning despite how much of the night they spent together, he didn't see the effort worth his time. besides, his name was too recognizable, especially after what his father had done to him. his name, if not his face, had been plastered on the evening news and tabloids for a month after the scandal. not only that, but his name was recognizable for the simple fact that his father was quickly becoming one of the richest men in america, if not the world. people remembered the name middleton, and the impact porter made on the social scene instantly got him recognized as the spawn of the billionaire. therefore, he'd rather remain anonymous. although his current companion didn't seem like she would care about his money - she seemed rather loaded herself - it was easier to remain some guy she met in the club instead of a rich billionaire's black sheep of a son.
"how about..." he spoke once more, leaning toward her so they were only inches apart and it felt as if they were the only two people in the crowded room. "we go somewhere a little quieter?" reaching down, he slipped his hand around hers and stood, leading her from the bar toward the back of the club where there were private booths and couples doing who knew what in the shadows. he didn't care about the other couples, all he cared about was her. pulling her close behind him into the darkness, going to his favorite spot where no one else ever stood, he pulled her against him as his back hit the wall. smiling at her, he kissed her lips with a mixture of passion and gentleness. his lust for her burned hot behind his eyes and made his stomach feel like it would explode. he wanted her... badly. his hands moved to the sides of her face, running into her long brown hair. by the way she roved his body, he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only for one night. if it led to something more, so be it, but he doubted it. this was the epitome of a one night stand to him and he sensed it was for her as well. he felt her curves, every one, and as he pushed her dress over her thighs and she removed his clothing from her way, he didn't care about the intricacies of the situation. all he cared about was the raw passion seething inside him waiting for a release. |
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 7, 2011 19:50:53 GMT -5
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It surprised her how fast she was going. Usually witty banter was exchanged between her and the object of her affection before going into the back room or to his apartment. No one ever came to her apartment. Her apartment was off limits because the last thing Charlotte wanted or needed was for some one-night stand to come and stalk her. No, that would not be good for her reputation. She had a very important reputation to hold as a socialite. Too bad no one really cared what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. That goal, however, was a thought that she pushed aside as she brushed her hair to one of her shoulders, elongating her neck. Charlotte knew what men wanted; one of her best friends, after all, was a socialite whore who made a living getting with as many men as possible. The brunette had picked up a couple of tips on her nights on the town.
Names. Her eyebrow perked up as she wondered why exactly names would not be exchanged. It was odd; what was she supposed to say during the heights of passion? She did have high expectations of being pleasure multiple times tonight, and that wasn’t her being cocky. He just seemed to be a man who could go for multiple rounds. Her insides melted looking at that smile, and Charlotte leaned into his palm. His hand was so warm against her cool skin, and she could feel herself become flush under his touch. ”Oh, a charmer. You must charm the pants off of every girl,” she mumbled ”I would think someone as charming as you would be hard to forget as well,” she admitted, but it did not matter. If she saw him at social events in the future, she would ignore him. There would be no reason to bring up a night of passion, considering there would be nothing of the outcome. She was on birth control and she had just gotten checked. If she got some burning or itching, well, Charlotte would rip his head off and castrate him. But he didn’t want to tell his name, and that’s what made her want to know. She took a mental picture and if she remembered later, she would look for him. Charlotte was a curious one. Biting her bottom lip, she glanced away before focusing on him. Yeah, she needed a good lay. He was just the man to pleasure her and to then be discarded like a used hanky.
”I hope you’re ready” she teased. Their hands intertwined and she quickly threw another shot down her throat before making her way through the club. The shadows held secrets and what would soon be Charlotte pleasing and being pleasured. He navigated his way through the rooms and she knew he had been here before. He obviously knew where he wanted to go and what would be the best place not to be recognized. Charlotte was about to say something, she had no idea what, when she was roughly pulled to him. Their lips met and Charlotte immediately gathered in his hair and pulled his lips closer, if possible. Her hands trailed down his shirt and she removed the cotton from the pants and undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin beneath her hands. Charlotte jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips aggressively wanting more. The passion and lust was more than she had ever felt and she needed a release. She needed him. It was all lust. It also helped how he was one of the most attractive people she had seen in the bar, and it helped that he had been here before. Charlotte hated newbies, and this man was not new in any aspect of sex or lust.
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Post by PORTER MIDDLETON on Nov 7, 2011 20:58:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2zsafdl.jpg); border: solid 6px #2c849a;,true][cs=2] Seems like everybody's got a price I wonder how they sleep at night When the sale comes first And the truth comes second Just stop for a minute Why is everybody so serious | [atrb=width,120]tagged ,charlotte notes ,i hope i don't godmode her too much with him grabbing her and whatnot. smack me if i do. xP wearing ,this | [atrb=width, 275] in times to come, porter would remember this rendezvous and reminisce on how perfectly their bodies were made for each other. obviously, neither of them was new at this, but that didn't bother him. he liked a woman with a little experience. there was a raw sense to her, especially as she lithely wrapped her legs around his waist and begged him to lose his mind in her, and it made him hungry in a way he'd never hungered before. he'd been with plenty of women in europe while at reform school, in the states before that, and even his nanny when he was a younger teen. he wasn't new to this type of encounter, hell, he'd fucked most of the women who were in this club, but something about this particular girl blew his mind. for the briefest of moments, he could picture himself doing this, and many other similarly bad things, to her for many many nights to come. he imagined bringing her back to his loft and screwing her like she was some kind of drug he wanted to get high on. it was an ecstasy he couldn't describe, he could only feel. his senses were heightened and every one of his nerve endings screamed with the pain of the pleasure. he'd never been so alive. he also knew, inwardly, he would have to rehab himself from her just as he would any other drug. they would never see each other again, and while that made the encounter even more powerful and passionate, it would drain him for days to come.
if he was the type of man to get sentimental, he would imagine himself seeing her face everytime he fucked another girl, but he wasn't that type of guy. he would force her out of his mind - the best he could manage, and that would be difficult to say the least - and he would move on. it wasn't like they were in love. the darkness was filled with their ecstasy, their pleasure. the pealing sounds of their voices lofted to the ceiling, stolen away by the din of the club and the music which pounded into his skull as his blood rushed through his veins. when finally, he was too exhausted to continue, despite his deep desire to do so, he lowered her feet to the floor and grabbed her face, kissing her deeply as he held her soft skin between his hands. he wanted her all over again, but he couldn't go on or he would collapse to the floor. she challenged his stamina in a way no woman ever had. it seemed hours had passed, but nothing in his life had ever been such an experience. leaving his shirt unbuttoned but buttoning his pants, porter wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her into the dark, relative quiet of an abandoned office. he probably knew the person who usually sat in this office, but he didn't care right now. he could only think about one person.
swiftly, he planted his hands on her hips and hoisted her onto the desk before releasing her and fixing her with a pleased, mischievious grin. his bare chest, chiseled and defined within the shadows of his open shirt, heaved as he took deep breaths to fill his lungs after the rigorous exercise. he placed the palms of his hands on the desk on both sides of her hips and leaned into her, kissing her softer but with the lingering after effects of the passing moments in the corridor. when he pulled away from her, still smiling his infectious grin, he brushed a sweaty strand of her hair from her face and examined her with open admiration. "if i believed in love, i'd say we were meant to be together, beautiful," he commented easily. he had never believed in love, from a very young age. his mother had never made it a secret that she only stayed with his father for his money and his skill beneath the sheets, and a young porter had never understood the concept growing up. love was a fantasy that only happened to people without money or without a mind. but looking at this beautiful stranger, he could almost imagine that such an emotion could be a good thing. almost.
"i've never met a woman like you," he admitted, his hands moving to her waist as he resisted taking her again as she sat on the desk. "and i doubt i ever will again." he smirked broadly at her and ran his thumb down her jawline as his hand cupped her pretty face. he never lied to women although it would be easy to do so, and he certainly wasn't lying now. he could spend the rest of his life in nights like this one. now he would have a hard time finding something equal to pleasing him ever again. |
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Nov 7, 2011 21:44:18 GMT -5
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Never before had Charlotte had a night like this. It seemed impossible for her to even imagine a night in the future that would be more pleasurable then tonight. He knew, whoever he was, exactly what he was doing. He had been in this situation many times before, and it was nice to know that she wasn’t teaching him new tricks. In fact, it made it more enjoyable. The way their bodies connected like puzzle pieces made the raw lust even more powerful. Sure, Charlotte was not new to sexual relations, considering she had lost her virginity at sixteen to her ex-fiancé and had a handful of one night stands, but this was the best. She would never admit it aloud, in fear of boosting his self-esteem even more. Something about him wreaked self-esteem, and the last thing Charlotte wanted was to make him get even a bigger head. It would be a male version of Charlotte, and she had been told that one Charlotte was enough. Her legs tightened themselves around his waist as she tossed her head back in pure ecstasy. He was a drug to her, something she would surely be addicted to if she had him more than one night. As she finished her ride of ecstasy-was it the first or second ride?-she felt the energy drain out of her body. Charlotte’s brown eyes blinked slowly a few times, wondering if she could just fall asleep on his shoulder, but knew that it would be too personal…and that was not how one night stands. She would dismiss the man and get herself together before going home and sleeping for hours. Yup.
If she was the type of girl to believe in true love, she would beg him to stay and tell him that he was the best she had ever had. But, of course, those scenarios only happened in TV episodes and romance movies. This was neither, and in real life, Charlotte understood how these things went. Love was just a figment of her imagination, and she had learned this the hard way. Her ex-fiancé had taught her that. She remembered the day as though it was yesterday; the pain she had gone through, the betrayal and the sadness. Her tears hadn’t stopped for days. It took her six months just to try and go out, and when she did, well, the sex had started. Sex became her medicine in the most inconvenient way. Charlotte only began to feel wanted when someone was pleasuring her, when someone wanted her. And the want always ended, leaving her wanting more. She was woken out of her day dream when the stranger’s lips met hers passionately, reminding her that there was someone else that was by her. The brunette felt herself being placed gently on the ground and she leaned against the wall, regaining her composure. Her hands snaked down her legs and slowly pulled her lace thong up her legs before readjusting the rest of her dress. Quietly, the stranger lead her to an empty office, where she was lifted onto the desk.
Charlotte’s hands rested on his bare chest, feeling the chiseled muscles beneath her tiny hands. Their lips lingered together before she let out a girlish giggle, something very uncharacteristic of her. She grinned at him, content with her performance for the night. She studied him closely, taking in his beauty and his confidence, hoping that the man she married-for money, of course-would look just like this and please her just like tonight. ”Love is just a four letter word I never learned to pronounce, handsome,” she teased, tilting her head to the side, the strap of her dress slowly falling off her shoulder. If she could learn how to love again because of his stranger, she would be blown out of the water. To Charlotte, love was a word that was abused to make women melt into men. She would never be one of those girls. Love was a myth.
”I am one of a kind,” she teased, bringing on of her hands up and ran it through his messy hair. ”I will never meet a man who has the stamina you have. Trust me,” Charlotte admitted truthfully. No man could make her go that long without a complaint. If she wasn’t so tired, she would have begged for another round, another moment in his arms. But she had to remind herself that this was a one-time thing, something that would never happen again. Charlotte would never see this man again and in a few nights, she would move on to the next man who would leave her empty. Emptiness never looked so lonely.
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