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Post by Thestral on Mar 21, 2011 17:33:14 GMT -5
There was nothing Amanda loved more than associating herself with the most respected men in the country. She kept a low profile of herself well enough that she didn't make it into the press. Most rich men wouldn't want to be associated with her anyway giving her mannerisms and type of reputation, but she was able to live the good life well enough thanks to them. That was what she was doing on this particular day, enjoying herself in the company of famed movie star and playboy, Alexander O'Callaghan. In addition, she had brought with her one of her newest friends, Phantasm.
The two women both rested the hotel room's bed, both cuddling him from either side. Given they would all feel tired and sore after a night filled with rather perverse activities. Amanda was just now opening her eyes, as she felt the gentle touch of the sun reach through the window and affectionately caress her cheek. Pffft. Forget that. Amanda hated the sun. After all, the sun's light led to the negation of her powers. She snarled. Well, she certainly wasn't going to get out of bed to escape it's rays... Not when laying there meant she could run her index fingers along the firm musculature of a rather fortunate man.
"Mmm.. " She began to nibble on his ear to help wake him. It was rather unfortunate that she'd have to kill him soon, but she and Phantasm had a deal and they had to reap their rewards. Sure, Amanda was going to kill him eventually either way, but it would have been nice to play with him for at least a couple of months.
"Wake up sleepy head."
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Post by Tromchúis on Mar 21, 2011 18:15:33 GMT -5
Alexander just loved the mornings. The bright rays, the atmosphere that it provided as people busily got ready for work. Some were in a rush, some taking their time with the perfect breakfast. For Alex, the best way for a morning to wake up is to be with a woman. Two women just boosted his mood even more. Today, his catch were two of the most sexiest women he's ever seen. He could vaguely remember their names. But where was the need? Alex had slept with countless women, each and every day might be someone different. Today was no different. But the pair of them, they might last - just a bit longer than the norm.
The two women were on each side of him, his arms were naturally around the both of them, of course. For the night, he had rented a luxury hotel room. It was where he preferred to do business. Plenty of room, plenty of lighting, plenty of experience. The night was long and joyful, he had received a fair share of both the girls. Now, his body was quite tired. Probably due to the lack of sleep and the amount of energy he had used... He felt his ear being nibbled on. Damn, a wake up call.
"Wake up sleepy head."
The girl's voice seemed to have woken him up. His eyes slid open and he was immediately greeted by the beautifully decorated ceiling of the hotel room. His body felt tired, unwilling to move out of the bed. The curtains hid the sun's rays. He had no objection. After all, the rays would just be urging him to get up from his position, which of course, he had no intention on getting up. "I'm awake, I'm awake..." He muttered, his voice hoarse and deep. His lips and throat felt dry, he needed a simple refreshment, but being in the position he's in... He objected against getting up from bed. Instead, he'd much prefer enjoying his time in bed...
Alex's eyes felt tired. It was usually in the morning he changed his contacts. Each and everyday, he'd have to put on black contacts to hide his demonic eyes from view. Twice. Once in the morning and again after dinner. It was to keep them clean and of course, let his eyes rest. Right now though, it could wait... Perhaps another hour, maybe more. He liked that thought. "You're up early." He stated simply, his head turning, facing Amanda. She had bright, blond hair. It suited her, along with her pale skin. It was obvious how much makeup she wore, but Alex didn't care. Her body, her voice, each and every part of her drew him in. It was simply worth it.
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Post by kassandra on Mar 22, 2011 1:34:30 GMT -5
(pass it, something sharp and wicked)
I TOOK THE AXE, PERHAPS I HAD A RELAPSE? I SEEN A PRETTY PRETTY
NECK AND I COULDN'T RELAX I CUT THROUGH IT, I THROW KNIVES WITH [/font]  PRECISION IT'S NOTHING LIKE THE FEELING OF COMMITTING THE INCISION.
FLIP IT OVER, A RADIO PROGRAM! I POUND HIS HEAD INTO A BLOODY PIZZA[/font] (and i'll pass it back, don't worry...)[/center] An orgy was fun and all, until it bled into to exhaustion, and exhaustion bled into sleep, and sleep bled into the wonderful morning after. Emphasis on morning. Morning were always a bitch. Phantasm, as a rule hated mornings, especially the sometimes unavoidable mornings after. She was used to doing her dirty and then going home, to her bed, where she could be a raging pile of hormones and bad attitude on her lonesome. But no, she had to give into her natural curiosity and enter into this half-ass scheme with a nympho who was just about as stable as a malfunctioning nuclear plant. And now, she was stuck here with said nympho and a man she was no longer interested in in the least. Not that she had been interested in said man in the first place, this was all Thestral's idea of a fun time.
Why was she even here again?
Oh, right. Because this man was rich and had many valuable things in his possession that Phantasm could amuse herself with taking. That was why. Oh. And she had been bored, and perhaps a little high when she agreed to this. Or at least that was what Phantasm was going to use as her excuse. At that moment, the silver haired woman just laid there cuddling (yes, cuddling) a man whose name she could not remember for the life of her, but whose figure she had at some point appreciated, with absolute apathy. As far as she was concerned, her curiosity and appetites had been sated. And, unless there was going to be a repeat performance, she was not interested in staying any longer.
Staying longer would be pointless, and unless she got to stab someone or set something on fire - boring. And Phantasm hated being bored (even though that was her basic state of being, other than pissy). Then... it came, the inevitable moment... The moment she realized that both her partners were awake and in the early morning, Thestral's voice was like nails on a freaking chalkboard. Too cheery and intimate and teasing for such ungodly hours. Gritting her teeth, she made a mental note to set fire to the other woman's pretty blonde hair the moment they were out of here for subjecting her to this crap. She hadn't even had her morning coffee of cigarette yet and she had to play nice.
The blonde was going to pay. Even if she was pretty hot.
"I'm up as well." Phantasm mumbled, her voice sounding amazingly warm to her own ears. 'Humph... I'm a better actor than I give myself credit for...' And, smiling almost coquettishly, she sat up lazily, feeling the familiar ache of a night well spent when she stretched, much like a well spoiled pet. 'Now. Where in the hell did I put my cigs! I need it... my precious precious -' She practically lit up when she spotted a rather mashed pack of cigarettes near a discarded stiletto near the door and a silver lighter a short distance away.
'There is no way in hell I'm getting up for that.'
Curling back up into the warmth the man whose name she STILL couldn't remember, Phantasm peered at Thestral through the fringe of her bangs and pouted as cutely as she could manage, pointing one perfectly manicured finger in the direction of her precious items.
"Mandy... could you please get those for me, darling?" WORDS: IDK!
TAG(S): You know who you are
LYRICS: Dark Lotus - Pass the Axe
NOTES: Not a morning person...
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Post by Thestral on Mar 22, 2011 2:14:51 GMT -5
Amanda rolled over onto her back, though she was still somewhat in the man's arms. She was in such a good mood right now. She always was happy the morning after. Because of that, she considered taking the recent request of her ally and comrade, Kass, even though she couldn't exactly condone behaviors such as smoking (cigarettes or otherwise) or doing drugs. They were addictive bad habits. Sure, she had been around people who used that type of stuff. She had even dated some of them. Despite that, the effects it could have on the body were so detrimental that she would never even consider using it.
"Sure," Amanda nodded. She sat up on the bed and rolled off of it. She stood. She was still wearing the loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt she had on the night before. The shirt itself was grey, and on the front was only the word 'Death' in large black letters. The hem of the shirt hung just below her waist, though below the shirt, she wore nothing. In any case, Amanda reached out and picked up her comrades cigarettes and lighter... not that the girl needed a lighter with her pyrokinesis.
"Not that you need it... Smoking makes your boobs sag earlier," she jokingly told Kassandra before she threw the stuff to the woman's lap. Despite her playfulness, she really did believe what she had said. So long as Amanda herself wasn't smoking, she figured it was none of her business what others did. Of course, second hand smoke could have dangerous effects as well. Amanada didn't want her skin losing its elasticity too early, however since she was in such a good mood, she wouldn't say anything.
Amanda then ran somewhat childishly back to the bed, but instead of laying on it like she had done earlier, she jumped up and landed on Alexander, now sitting up straddling his lap. She leaned forward and kissed his tender lips rather seductively. After a few seconds of that, she came up to sitting once again and looked down with a childish grin.
"So, Alex, what's it like being so riiiich?" She asked with a giggle.
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Post by Tromchúis on Mar 22, 2011 2:59:31 GMT -5
Alex half sighed as Amanda rolled over to get Phantasm's items. He didn't hate smokers. He held nothing against them. In a nice way, he thought they were stupid. In a more aggressive tone, he thought they were mentally retarded people that wanted to die early, instead of living out their lives. Then again, their lives would be pretty boring and useless anyway, maybe it was right for them to pass on. Either way, the effects were bad. Some women he had been with were smokers, he ignored the repulsive taste in their mouth as he kissed each and everyone of them.
Alex was tempted to stop Amanda from getting up. There wasn't a need. He half hoped Kassandra could live without the smoking, but he was probably hoping for too much He disliked the distinctive smell of smoke in the hotel room. He wouldn't be coming back to it, but couldn't she just wait until after he had gone? He sighed, his free arm hovering over his face as small rays of light reached through the small gaps by the curtains. "She's right, you know." He said, agreeing with Amanda as she told Kassandra an after effect of smoking.
He felt a light weight jumping onto his lower body, he groaned slightly by reflex. He didn't quite expect Amanda to jump onto him. It was too early and his body was definitely complaining, he could feel some muscles giving out in slight pain. But he forgot all about it as their lips met. She was rather seductive. Of course, Alex already knew. He had just spent the previous night with her. But with girls, he usually just grew bored the day after. After they left, it was rare for Alex to seek them out again. Usually they came running back.
Alex grinned. "Being rich is great... I can get anything I want with my money." It was true. Everything he wanted, could be bought with money. Be it a new sports car or maybe some limited edition clothing. Even women could be bought and used with money, but what would be the fun in that? He enjoyed challenges, it gave off a great feeling if he were to succeed. Getting girls into bed was somewhat like a challenge of a varying degree. Some were easier, some were harder. But Alex never failed, despite how long it might take, he'd always get what he'd wanted.
He sat up from his position, his hands cradling Amanda by the waist. His head was lightly put against her chest. "What does it feel like sleeping with a man like me. Rich, famous, handsome... And I'm pretty good, right?" He grinned.
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Post by Thestral on Mar 29, 2011 10:53:42 GMT -5
Amanda looked down at her man of the moment as he buried his head into her chest. It seemed that he really did appreciate her, at least for now. Amanda was the type of woman who could live in the moment. That was how she went about her life. When someone dies and comes back from the dead though, that was often how she would live the rest of whatever life she had.
"It felt so good. Like heaven," she answered. She then wrapped her arms around him in order to return his embrace. She turned to the side to see that it appeared Kassandra was now getting changed. She heeded their advice and decided to go smoke outside by the look of it.
"And now we have the room all to ourselves," she finally said with a smirk grin. "Ready for a round four?"
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Post by Tromchúis on Mar 31, 2011 14:31:21 GMT -5
"Just glad your satisfied." Alex replioed with a grin, his head turned toward the door as Kassandra left, a light slam as she closed it behind her. She took the advice and smoked out, good of her. In his mind, Alex was half hoping that she didn't come back with disfigured breasts. That would be nasty. He could feel a slight shudder at the thought. He had experiences with them before - never again was he going near them.
Alex nodded, smiling. "Lets get it going then, shall we?" Alex laughed, before pushing his body forward, switching positions and being ontop of Amanda instead. He began with soft kisses on her neck, his hands fondling with her breasts.
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Post by Thestral on Mar 31, 2011 15:05:30 GMT -5
Sometime later...
Amanda made her way out of the shower, now cleaned and refreshed. Their stay at the resort was over, but this meant that now she would get to find out where the two of them stood. Amanda just finished getting changed and was now fully clothed, as was Alexander. Luckily, Amanda didn't even have to do any packing, as she had brought nothing here with her.
"Hm... Kass never came back... She must have gotten enough last night," Amanda said as she turned to Alex with a smirk grin. She crossed her arms.
"It's okay though, we didn't need her anyway," Amanda added. It was the truth. Amanda didn't mind a three-way relationship, but a couple was just as good to her. It just meant more attention for herself. Guys were sometimes easier to snare though with three.
"So... Alex," she walked over to him and hugged him from behind. He was probably anticipating that they both go their separate directions now, but she wasn't sure. She didn't quite want that anyway.
"Are you going to take me to your home? I want to see it. Can I?"
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