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Post by dot on Apr 26, 2011 16:57:27 GMT -6
Strut.
Dot never just walked. She strutted. Her hips would sway just the right amount without being over the top. Her thin shoulders would be rolled back so her posture was perfected, making her already flat stomach look toned, her tits look perkier than they were already, and give her a greater defined butt. All women had to do in America was walk up straight and then they were practically golden. Running her fingers through her hair, she reached the lavishing home she shared with Mr. Brazil and yawned as she did so, putting her Versace sunglasses on top of her head as the door was opened for her by one of the butlers. She loved this whole fancy living thing though sometimes she felt odd not ever having a moment to herself in a home the two of them supposedly shared. She shrugged the feeling away, though. Might as well get used to it-not that she would really have to. Dot knew damn well she could have her cake and eat it too. Whether Mr. Brazil was in the picture or not.
Did she love him?
In her own words: "Seriously?! You're asking me again?! I swear to effin' Jesus I'm in love with him! Swear on my mother, actually, since I'm not religious! I'm so in love with him! I mean, have you seen him? You're legs would go like jello the second her got naked and smiled..." But we won't go into detail about that. Why? Because she was currently waiting for Lennox.
Now, he was yet another hottie and one she couldn't help but keep running back to. If she had to rate his sex appeal on a scale from one to a million, he'd be in the trillions. He was that yummy to her and for some reason he always had this weird bit of danger to his aura and Dot loved anything larger than life. It made her existence that much more enjoyable. Reaching the living room on the first floor (because there were a total of three; two on the first floor and one on the second), she cleared her throat, smiling as the help seemed to be silently moving around aimlessly doing chores they didn't have to do because they did it yesterday, "Hey guys!" she called out to them, loud enough so everyone in the immediate area could hear her. Everything echoed, so it wasn't that hard. High ceilings and all, "So...I have a client coming over," she seemed to pace a bit back and forth as they listened to her, Dot not bothering to mask her excitement at seeing Lennox, mostly because, well, she hadn't gotten laid since Mr. Brazil left and obviously, she liked getting tangled up in the sheets...even if this time she wouldn't be getting money out of it. She twirled a raven strand in between her slender fingers, one with the giant rock on it, "His name is...Mr. S," she would keep it at that in case they felt the need to tell her fiancée anything silly, " I'll need strawberries, whip cream, and handcuffs," she let a smirk fall onto her features, "He's into kinky shit," she said to one of the maids who looked at her funny.
"Once I have those upstairs in the guest room facing the beach with the balcony, you all have the rest of the day off...with pay!" she added that in, bribing them a bit to basically leave and keep their mouths shut. Mr. Brazil knew about all her clients because she told him about them like they were homework assignments. Mr. S, however, was one she never told him about and if he found out, he'd be pissed off. She couldn't have her love bug pissed off just because she wanted to...relive fond memories with....and old friend.
So once everything was set up, the help all left contently to their homes in the surrounding area and Dot was finally left all alone. She sat on the couch, long legs apart as her elbows rested on her knees, a video game controller in her thin hands with the manicured fingers. She had it all set up in the guest room just in case. If not, they'd just hang out-even if she wanted more. Killing off zombies as she played Nazi Zombies from Call of Duty, she heard the doorbell ring just as she screamed out, "DIE NAZI SCUM!" and after a few minutes, after realizing the butler wasn't there to open the door, she paused the game and her heels clicked and clacked as she raced for the door. The video game could wait a few minutes...
Then she'd force Lennox to join so they could kick some Nazi zombie butt together.
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Post by lennox on May 3, 2011 8:31:26 GMT -6
  could've been the cocaine, the cocaine[/color] IT COULD'VE BEEN THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT ME[/color][/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] “DIE NAZI SCUM!” was the first thing lennox heard as he stepped up to the front door and rang the bell. he couldn't resist laughing out loud at dot's exclamation, and he managed to stuff his hands calmly into his pockets with a smile on his face while he waited for someone to answer the door. by the looks of the house's facade, mr. brazil was about as well off as lennox had imagined he must be. he didn't picture dot 'falling madly in love' with someone who was less than a millionaire at least. he didn't think she was shallow necessarily, he just knew she would be more high maintenance than that. her personality alone - one of the main things about her that continuously drew him in - was demanding in a sexy, delicious sort of way he couldn't quite describe. although he liked to imagine he could express himself in ways most men couldn't, because he was an actor, he never claimed to be amazing at finding the right words for the right situations.
some time had passed since lennox had been around dot for any long period of time, and he couldn't lie and say he wasn't at least a bit excited about seeing her again. their chemistry had always been mistakable even if they'd never gone so far as to have a romance. he didn't imagine either of them was the type to get into the romantic side of things: him with his complicated family life and past and her with her... occupation. but perhaps he'd been wrong. she was engaged after all, and somehow that made her even more delicious to him. she technically belonged to someone else, and he was going to have a piece of something that belonged to another man. he liked the danger in that, he had to admit. although he'd never say it out loud, lennox selwyn enjoyed danger just like any other selwyn. he just hated the idea that his older brother would ever find out. connor would never let him live it down. he'd constantly be trying to recruit him, and lennox just wasn't ready for that; he probably never would be.
before he could think too hard on his reasons for being in california - again - he cleared his throat and leaned toward the door to speak. “i know you're in there somewhere, dot.” he chuckled to himself. he wondered what in the world she was doing that had made her yell the words he'd first heard, but he couldn't say he was ever surprised by anything she did. part of him was constantly surprised by her, and intrigued, but the other part of him knew to never expect the normal out of her. she was a creature unlike any other, untameable and untouchable in many ways. despite the ring she wore on her finger, she'd invited him over today and he imagined what this visit would lead to. whenever they got around each other, especially alone, that usually lead to sex: a prospect he didn't deny wanting.
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who & where: lennox and dot at dot's house
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lyrics: the spill canvas
banner: by NINJA on RCR
template: pointBLANK! of rc&r
notes: sorry it's short! i didn't want to just have him barge into her house. haha |
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