diamonds, a girl's best friend

[connor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; background-color: #000000; border-left: solid 2px #3f4f76; border-right: solid 2px #3f4f76; border-bottom: 5px dashed grey; border-top: 5px dashed grey;] weapons in the form of words WELL AWARE THAT HIS PRESENCE IN THE M LOUNGE POSSIBLY MEANT HIS IMPENDING DOOM, CONNOR WALKED IN AS IF HE OWNED THE PLACE. HE KNEW THE OWNER ACTUALLY, AND SHE WASN'T PARTICULARLY HIS BIGGEST FAN. IN FACT, SHE WOULD PREFER HIM TO BE SPLATTERED OVER THE PAVEMENT OUTSIDE OF THE LOUNGE INSTEAD OF ENJOYING ITS INNARDS, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. WHEN HE THOUGHT OF A PLACE WHERE HE COULD GET AWAY FROM HIS RECENT DABBLINGS IN NORMALCY, THE M LOUNGE WAS THE FIRST PLACE TO COME TO MIND. AS SOON AS HE ENTERED THE MASSIVE ROOM WHICH MADE UP THE CENTER OF THE ESTABLISHMENT, HE BREATHED IN THE DARK, DANK ATMOSPHERE WHICH REMINDED HIM WHO HE WAS. HE WAS CONNOR SELWYN, LEADER OF THE IRISH MAFIA AND HE WAS AN ASSHOLE. SEE, CONNOR HAD RECENTLY BEEN EXPERIENCING AN IDENTITY CRISIS. ESSENTIALLY, HE KNEW WHO HE WAS - THE TWENTY-NINE YEAR OLD GODFATHER OF THE IRISH MOD WHO REVELED IN KILLING AND BLOODSHED ESPECIALLY AGAINST THE ITALIAN ETHNICITY - BUT RECENTLY HE'D WONDERED WHAT HE WOULD BE LIKE IF HE WAS JUST A NORMAL GUY GAINING ON THIRTY. EVER SINCE CHILDHOOD, HE HAD BEEN A WARRIOR. HE'D BEEN PLAY GUNFIGHTING SINCE HE SLEPT IN A CRIB, BUT HE'D NEVER BEEN A JOCK OR A NERD OR ANYTHING... NORMAL. HIS ENTIRE LIFE CONSISTED OF STRINGS OF MOB FIGHTS AND KILLINGS, AND AFTER A WHILE IT JUST ALL RAN TOGETHER. HE DIDN'T THINK HE WAS GOING SOFT LIKE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER LENNOX, BUT HE WANTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIMSELF. HE CONSIDERED HIS EXPERIMENT - WHICH GOT HIM ENTANGLED WITH A BREATHTAKING YOUNG BLOND BY THE NAME OF ANDIE - TO BE JUST THAT, AN EXPERIMENT INTO HIMSELF. IT WOULDN'T BE MORE. HE WOULDN'T CHANGE; HE COULDN'T CHANGE. BUT LATELY HE WAS BECOMING AFRAID THAT WHAT HE FEARED MOST WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN: HE WOULD TURN INTO THE SOFTHEARTED VERSION OF HIMSELF HE'D BEEN DEVELOPING IN HIS PRETEND LIFE. AND THE HARDER, WARRIOR VERSION OF CONNOR SELWYN INSISTED THIS WOULD NOT HAPPEN. HENCE HIS ARRIVAL AT THE M LOUNGE: THE CENTER OF THE LICENTIOUSNESS HE NEEDED TO DIVE BACK INTO. HE SKIMMED THE BAR, CHECKING FOR MAGGIE AND HER CRONIES BUT HE WAS PLEASED TO MISS HER. INSTEAD OF CONGREGATING WITH THE DRUNKARDS AT THE BAR AND MAKING HIMSELF A SITTING TARGET IF SHE DID APPEAR, HE MOVED THROUGH THE CROWD OF BODIES OVER TO THE STAGE WHERE THE GIRLS DANCED AND JIVED, BRINGING A SMILE TO HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T ONLY NEED THIS, HE REVELED IN IT. SETTLING HIMSELF ON ONE OF THE SETTIES NEAR THE STAGE, HE GLANCED OVER THE CROWD, SEEING THE COUPLE OF MEN WHO'D ACCOMPANIED HIM TRYING DESPERATELY TO KEEP AN EYE ON THEIR MASTER EVEN AS THEY GREW PREOCCUPIED BY THE WOMEN SWARMING THEM. CONNOR DIDN'T CARE, HE COULD TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF AND THE ESCORT WAS MERELY A PRECAUTION HIS SECOND-IN-COMMAND WANTED. IF IT MADE THE OTHER YOUNG MAN HAPPY, THEN SO BE IT. PERHAPS HE REALLY WAS GOING SOFT. A WAITRESS SIDLED BY, AND HE CAUGHT HER BY THE HEM OF HER ONE PIECE OUTFIT WHICH LOOKED LIKE A GLORIFIED SPARKLY BATHING SUIT. PULLING HER OVER TO HIM, HE WITHDREW A BILL FROM HIS POCKET, ROLLED IT UP AND PLACED IT DOWN HER CLEAVAGE AND ORDERED HIMSELF A BLOOD MARY. HE WINKED AT HER AND SLAPPED HER ASS AS SHE SMILED AND WALKED AWAY FROM HIM TO FETCH HIS DRINK. ALONE IN A CROWD OF PEOPLE, HE WATCHED THE DANCERS ON STAGE AS THEY LAPSED INTO ANOTHER ACT. ONE IN PARTICULAR CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION AS THE LIGHTS LOWERED AND CENTERED ON THE GROUP. SHE WASN'T THE MAIN DANCER ON THE STAGE - AT LEAST TO THE BEST OF HIS KNOWLEDGE WHICH, WHEN IT CAME TO DANCING, WAS VERY MINIMAL - BUT SHE WAS AN ATTRACTIVE LITTLE THING AND SHE CARRIED HERSELF LIKE A WOMAN WHO KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING. NOT ONLY IN DANCING, BUT IN OTHER THINGS AS WELL. HE SMILED THOUGHTFULLY TO HIMSELF AS HE WATCHED HER, IGNORING THE LEAD DANCERS AS HE WATCHED HER SLENDER, PETITE BODY MOVING IN RHYTHM TO THE MUSIC. HER BROWN HAIR AND SLIGHTLY TANNED SKIN WAS SO DIFFERENT FROM ANDIE, HE COULDN'T RESIST BEING ATTRACTED TO HER. THAT WAS THE DIFFERENCE IN THE TWO HALVES OF HIM, HE DECIDED. THE LAME, NORMAL CONNOR LIKED BLONDS, SO THE HARD ASS CRIMINAL WOULD PREFER BRUNETTES. WHEN THE SONG ENDED AND THE DANCERS TOOK THEIR BOWS, HE CONTINUED WATCHING THE BRUNETTE. HE KNEW NOW HE WANTED TO FUCK HER, BUT HE'D HAVE TO BE MORE SUBTLE THAN THAT. BY THE LOOKS OF HER, SHE WOULDN'T BE THE TYPE TO CLIMB INTO BED WITH HIM IF HE WALKED UP TO HER AND STATED HIS INTENTIONS. NO, SHE SEEMED THE TYPE TO BE WOOED BY SOMETHING ELSE, BUT HE COULDN'T PIN DOWN WHAT THAT WOULD BE. PLUS, HE HAD TO ADMIT HE WASN'T THE WOOING TYPE. HE WAS ACCUSTOMED TO GETTING WHAT HE WANTED THE EASY WAY. HIS BLOODY MARY ARRIVED AND THE WAITRESS STARED AT HIM, UNABASHEDLY FLIRTING, BUT HE IGNORED HER AND WAVED HER AWAY. SHE SNORTED DERISIVELY, BUT HE DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN. HE ONLY HAD EYES FOR HIS LITTLE BRUNETTE DANCER. HE'D LOST HER IN THE CROWD AFTER THE ACT HAD FINISHED, BUT HE BELIEVED SHE'D DISMOUNTED THE STAGE TO THE WEST WHERE ONE OF HIS TWO MEN WAS BUSY BEING ROMANTICALLY ASSAULTED BY TWO SCANTILLY CLAD WAITRESSES. MOVING THROUGH THE CROWD IN THAT DIRECTION AND HOPING HIS SOLDIERS WERE TOO BUSY IN THEIR OWN MESSING AROUND TO NOTICE HIS MOVEMENTS, CONNOR SLIPPED INTO THE SEMI-DARKNESS LOOKING FOR THE GIRL. WHATEVER HE HAD TO DO, HE WOULD MAKE HER HIS, EVEN IF ONLY FOR A NIGHT. tag nell/anna. this post is 957 words. connor is wearing this or something like it. notes, i should have written this earlier, please forgive me! template inspiration goes to tillie at caution.

[nell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #37373f solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] And when she walks she walks with passion The Lyrics: "maneater" by nelly furtado The Outfit: here Tagged: conell The Notes: hope its okay --- THE United States of America was a strange place when it came to sexuality. The media was full of it. Everywhere you look, television, the movies on the silver screen, billboards, even on certain radio shows, there is sexual imagery everywhere. Why? Simple, sex sells. But why does it sell in the US even better than in the other major countries of the world? Because other than the media influences, American citizens are forced to repress their sexuality because of ridiculous enforced guilt put on them by a culture controlled in a large way by Christianity, despite being a "secular" state. Marilyn Monroe knew that repressing one's sexuality was a losing battle and the only way to remain powerful as a woman, was to be aware of that sexuality and own it. Don't apologize for it. Marilyn Monroe was the modern day spirit of Burlesque, so when Marilyn Nell Turner arrived in Valkyrie and learned there happened to be a burlesque night club, the former Vegas Showgirl knew that was the only place for her. --- AUDITIONING was fairly simple. She got the job, she hadn't expected not to. The thing about Nell, which is her middle name that she goes by, is that she knows she is a good dancer, but not the greatest. She knows she is a good singer, but again, not the greatest. Nell's singing and dancing were a bit above average, at best. She's pretty but so are all the girls auditioning, and yet, she always got the job. She was a hit in Vegas and she is going to be a hit here. Why? Nell was a performer. An amazing performer. Take Nell's idol as an example. Marilyn Monroe was beautiful but was she the only beauty around? No. The great Monroe was a decent singer but if anyone actually sits and listens to her voice next to many others, including many of her co-stars, she was nothing outstanding. What Marilyn Monroe was was a woman who gave a performance like no one else could. She had a certain mischievous look in her eyes and a certain tonal infliction in her voice when she spoke to her fans that just made people fall in love with the woman. Nell would never try to be Monroe because Nell knows it will be a long time until she, herself, earns her own first name, but Nell models her attitude after Monroe's and that charisma from being honest yet mysterious rubbed off onto the small brunette during her upbringing. Nell knew how to perform. She knew how to make someone love her, not real love of course, more like infatuation. Nell wasn't the talent, but when agents tell people they simply do or don't have 'it", that is what Nell has. --- HAVING a background growing up backstage of all those glamorous Vegas shows definitely didn't hurt either of course. So far Nell liked all the girls she worked with. They were all... well, good enough. Attractive girls although, honestly none of them, including Nell, compared to the woman who ran the place. At least not in Nell's mind. Mrs. Maggie Giovanni was one of those girls that it was hard to look at too long without wanting to kill her and steal her grace and looks. In the short time between now and when she was hired, Nell had grown to respect Maggie, she disagrees with her choices sometimes, letting letting herself actually fall in love (it was obvious) but at least she fell in love with a powerful man right? --- NELL made her way off stage left and towards the dimly lit backstage. She needed to grab some of her things from underneath the prop table before she could go and get into her real clothes. She felt comfortable in her corsets and lingerie but walking home in them, on these streets? She was not an idiot. Most of her costumes belong to her. Most of girls here have their costumes given to them from Maggie, but like hell Nell would wear second hand. No, she had so many from Vegas as well as liked to just buy them on her own. Nell was one of those girls who never wore boring underwear. She didn't own any. Even if she wasn't planning on having sex with anyone that day, knowing that underneath her clothes was a male's fantasy made her feel sexy and confident. She had a couple different heels underneath the table for the quick costume changes during the show. Nell leaned down at the waste and pulled them out, looping the straps through her fingers. When she turned around she saw a man standing there. He had been so quiet, seeing him would have caused a normal person to jump, instead Nell just put on a small knowing smile, "Hello." She said in welcoming tone, before walking right past him towards the dressing room, knowing full well he wasn't finished. She could see it in the way he was looking at her, even with his subtleties. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[connor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; background-color: #000000; border-left: solid 2px #3f4f76; border-right: solid 2px #3f4f76; border-bottom: 5px dashed grey; border-top: 5px dashed grey;] weapons in the form of words THE SMELL OF SWEAT INTERMINGLED WITH PERFUME AND HAIRSPRAY AS CONNOR SLIPPED THROUGH THE CURTAINS AT THE SIDE OF THE STAGE AND INTO THE SEMI-DARKNESS OF THE HALLWAY LEADING TO THE DRESSING ROOMS. HE'D NEVER BEEN A PERFORMER, OR HAD THE DESIRE TO DO SO, SO HE COULDN'T SAY HE WAS ACCUSTOMED TO THE LIFESTYLE OR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS, BUT HAVING SEEN THE GIRL DISAPPEAR THIS DIRECTION, HE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW. SOMETHING ABOUT HER MAGNETIZED HIM AT FIRST SIGHT, AND SHE GOT HIS MIND OFF OF HIS CURRENTLY WEAK PRACTICES. HE HADN'T KILLED ANYONE IN A WHILE. HE NEEDED TO HAVE SEX TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL LIKE A MAN AGAIN. IT WAS A PIGHEADED WAY OF THINKING THAT CONNOR DIDN'T NOTICE; THAT WAS HIS WAY. HE WAS AN ASS, HE KNEW IT, AND EVERYONE ELSE KNEW IT. THAT WAS WHAT MADE HIM SO LOVABLE, OR SO HE TEASED TO HIS BROTHER. HE KNEW WHO HE WAS. OR AT LEAST HE'D THOUGHT HE DID UNTIL RECENTLY. EVEN NOW HE SHOOK HIMSELF AT THE REMEMBRANCE OF HIS RECENT DABBLINGS IN THE MUNDANE. HE WAS CONNOR SELWYN, AND CONNOR SELWYN WAS THE GODFATHER OF THE IRISH MAFIA, ONE OF THE RICHEST MEN IN VALKYRIE AND PERHAPS THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA EXCLUDING MOVIE STARS, AND HE WAS A BAD ASS. HE WASN'T THE LIMP-WRISTED, NO-BACKBONED YOUNG MAN WHO'D WOOED A CERTAIN BLOND IN A CERTAIN ASIAN RESTAURANT. CLOSING HIS EYES AGAINST THE SHAMEFUL MEMORIES, HE SHOOK HIS HEAD AND REOPENED HIS EYES TO CONTINUE HIS SEARCH BACKSTAGE. DANCERS SLIPPED PAST HIM, THEIR SHIMMERING BODIES WET WITH SWEAT AND OTHER LIQUIDS OF THEIR PROFESSION, BUT HE IGNORED THEM. HE GLANCED ONLY MOMENTARILY TO ASSURE HIMSELF HIS PRIZE HADN'T SLIPPED HIM BY AND THEN CONTINUED UNABASHED. IN THE PROCESS, GLITTER AND FEATHERS RUBBED OFF ON HIM, STICKING TO HIS BLACK-ON-BLACK STRIPED SUIT. AS HE REACHED ONE OF THE FEW LIGHTS IN THE HALLWAY, HE PAUSED AND PLUCKED A RAINBOW OF FEATHERS FROM HIS COAT AND GLANCED UP TO SEE EXACTLY WHAT HE'D BEEN SEARCHING FOR. THERE SHE WAS, LIKE A DOE STANDING IN THE CLEARING THAT THE HUNTER MUST WORSHIP BEFORE SPEARING HER WITH HIS ARROW. SHE WAS LEANING DOWN AND RISING AS HE NOTICED HER, HER LITHE FORM UNFOLDING LIKE A SILKEN RIBBON TO HER FULL HEIGHT. HE FELT HIS INSIDES SHIVER WITH DELIGHT AT THE SIGHT OF HER AND HE SWALLOWED EVEN AS A SMILE CREPT TO HIS FACE. MOVING FORWARD, FORCING HIMSELF UNDER CONTROL EVEN AS HE WANTED TO SPRING AND TAKE HER AS HIS OWN, HE LEANED ON THE DOORJAM, BLOCKING MOST OF THE LIGHT WHICH CAME FROM A NEARBY ROOM, CROSSING HIS ARMS OVER HIS CHEST. THE ROOM WAS LITTERED WITH THE PARAPHENALIA OF HER PROFESSION: HEADDRESSES, COSTUMES, AND THEIR ILK HANGING FROM EVERY SURFACE. SINCE SHE STILL HADN'T NOTICED HIS PRESENCE, HE GAVE HIMSELF THE LIBERTY OF EXAMINING EVERY INCH OF HER AS SHE CINCHED UP HER HEELS. THE GREEN CORSET ON HER UPPER BODY OUTLINED HER SHAPE NICELY, ACCENTUATING HER CHEST TO A DEGREE THAT FORCED HIM TO SWALLOW AGAIN. HER PERFECT LEGS DRIPPED FROM HER WAIST, CURVING DELICIOUSLY TO HER FEET WHERE SHE WAS SLIPPING ON HER HIGH-HEELED SHOES. CONNOR SELWYN COULD NOT SAY HE'D SEEN A MORE PERFECT SPECIMEN OF FEMININITY IN ALL HIS DAYS. SURE, MAGGIE WAS BEAUTIFUL BUT SHE WAS... TYPICAL COMPARED TO THIS BEAUTY. MAGGIE WAS TALL AND SLENDER AND TAN AND EXOTIC, BUT THIS GIRL WAS EVERYTHING THE GIOVANNI DRUG LORDESS WAS NOT, AND CONNOR LIKED THAT. HE'D ALWAYS BEEN ATTRACTED TO GIRLS LIKE MAGGIE, AND THIS DOE BEFORE HIM WAS A WELCOME CHANGE. HER PETITE BUILD AND DELICATELY FORMED BODY WAS A BREATH OF FRESH AIR. HE SMIRKED AS SHE LOOKED UP AND FINALLY SAW HIM WATCHING HER. SHE DIDN'T REACT AS HE'D EXPECTED, BUT SOMEHOW HE WASN'T SURPRISED. AS HE'D PREDICTED AFTER SEEING HER ON STAGE, SHE WASN'T THE TYPICAL GIRL. SHE SPOKE ONE SIMPLE WORD AS SHE STOOD AND BRUSHED PAST HIM, "HELLO." TURNING HIS HEAD AND BODY AS SHE MOVED PAST INTO THE DRESSING ROOM BEHIND HIM, HE FOLLOWED HER SMOOTH MOVEMENTS INTO THE ROOM. "HELLO," HE REPLIED SIMPLY, MOVING INTO THE ROOM BEHIND HER. SOMEHOW, HE FELT AS IF THEY'D KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR YEARS ALTHOUGH HE'D SEEN HER FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE STAGE JUST MOMENTS BEFORE. SOMETHING ABOUT HER TOLD HIM SHE UNDERSTOOD HIM EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS. AND HE KNEW, BY THOSE SAME EYES, THAT HE UNDERSTOOD HER. NO WORDS NEED BE SPOKEN. SHUTTING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, HE TWISTED THE KEY INSERTED IN THE LOCK AND SHUT THEM TOGETHER INTO THE ROOM. HE MOVED ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE A PANTHER STALKING HIS PREY AND HE HALTED BEHIND HER, LOOKING AT THEIR REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR. SLOWLY, HE GENTLY TOUCHED THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS TO THE SOFT SKIN ON HER NECK BEFORE LEANING OVER AND PLANTING A SOFT KISS WHERE HE'D TOUCHED. HIS BODY BURNED FOR THIS GIRL HE'D JUST SEEN, A GIRL HE WANTED SO BADLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING HER NAME. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" HE ASKED CURIOUSLY AS HIS LIPS LEFT HER SKIN AND HE LOOKED UP AT HER IN THE MIRROR ONCE MORE. HE NOTED HE WAS AT LEAST SEVERAL INCHES TALLER THAN HER, ANOTHER FACT HE LIKED. HE'D NEVER LIKED GIRLS WHO WERE TALLER THAN HIM, MAGGIE PROVED TO BE ANOTHER EXAMPLE IN THIS CATEGORY. BOTH HANDS LIFTED TO RUN DOWN HER ARM WHERE THEY WERE EXPOSED ABOVE HER CORSET. WHY HE HADN'T FORCED HIMSELF ON HER, HE DIDN'T KNOW. WITH VIOLETTA, SO MANY YEARS AGO NOW, HE HADN'T HESITATED TO TAKE WHAT HE WANTED. BUT, THEN AGAIN, THAT HAD ENDED BADLY FOR HIM. BESIDES, VIOLETTA HADN'T LOOKED AT HIM THE WAY THIS DANCER DID. SHE WAS, AND ALWAYS WOULD BE, HIS ENEMY IN EVERY WAY EVEN AS SHE MOTHERED HIS SON. THIS GIRL, HOWEVER, LOOKED AT HIM WITH THE EYES OF AN EQUAL. SHE DESERVED THE LITTLE BIT OF RESPECT CONNOR HAD FOR WOMEN. HE WOULD WOO HER AS HE HAD NEVER WOOED ANOTHER WOMAN. tag nell/anna. this post is 1023 words. connor is wearing this or something like it. notes, it was great! i went a little crazy. got crazy muse for them. xD template inspiration goes to tillie at caution.

[nell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #37373f solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] And when she walks she walks with passion The Lyrics: "maneater" by nelly furtado The Outfit: here Tagged: conell The Notes: SOOOO LATE, but it's time to revitalize vside --- NELL's mother was a dynamo. She was nothing special in the eyes of the world. Just another pretty girl with a tragic story of a broken home and abuse. Georgia, her mother, not the state, she was that girl who had the world stacked against her from the moment she was brought into it. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father was an abusive drunk who used to beat the crap out of her, and on the worst nights, get too friendly with his own daughter. She fell into a bad crowd trying to forget her demons. Drugs, sex and rock n roll. Men always loved her. She was smoking by nine, drinking by ten and having sex "willingly" at eleven. If you can even call that willing. She had a very rough past but when she was 15 she ran away. She slept around to get from place to place when she ended up in Vegas. That is when she met Nell's dad. Theo was a used car salesman who got Nell's mom knocked up. He was from a classical type family so when he found out she was pregnant, he married her. Georgia cleaned herself up when she found out she was preggo. Theo resented the pregnancy and the marriage and he left when Nell was two. It devastated her mother but she never looked at Nell with anything but love. She named Nell after the one person who had always been there for her, Marilyn Monroe. Marilyn and then Nell, her middle name. I think it attracted her mother because of all the things in her past that she had been through. Nell was how she saw herself, damaged. Marilyn was how Nell saw her mom, perfect. --- SOMETIME after her dad leaving, Nell's mother got back to dancing and, in a way, selling her sex. Georgia was not perfect by most people's standards but after everything she had been through she had not let Nell suffer. She loved her with all her heart and Nell has never respected anyone more than her mother, and now? Georgia was in prison for murder, the murder of a man who was trying rape Nell. But did the court believe the beautiful blonde who had a history of being a Vegas showgirl, addict and occasional run ins with prostitution? Of course not. I supposed that's why Nell had never had much respect for the law or the citizens who try so hard to follow it. She had a problem with some criminals, child molesters mostly, but honestly, her tolerance was very high. After all, as her mother's situation had proved to her, a lot of murder was justifiable. Slanted, twisted, dark, damaged? Yeah, Nell was all those things but the world they lived in was a shallow one. Money and looks was all that mattered to it, and face it, as long as Nell was shiny and fun to play with, people were easily persuaded to forget the negatives of her personality. --- AS for this very moment, Nell was looking forward to any new toy with a wallet that wanted to come and play with her. She expected this new mystery man to follow her into the dressing room, it was why she did not shut the door. She did not feel worried when he shut the door behind them. She was a smart girl with a gun of her own in her purse if he tried to attack her but somehow she had a feeling this guy knew it wouldn't be necessary. Some of the other dancers freaked when they found out Nell carried a gun. She had never used it honestly, she even kept safety lock on it. No it was not registered but growing up on the Vegas streets as an attractive girl with a prostitute mother? It was a necessity to avoid being raped. She had only ever pulled it out twice for precisely that reason, she never shot anyone, never planned it but it scared her assailants enough that they backed off. Good enough for her. She wasn't into revenge. Nell leaned slightly into the mirror, looking at her own image as she removed an earring but with her peripherals she kept an eye on her new friend. He came up behind her, and as his finger tips touched her neck she leaned her head slightly to the side to let her hair fall out of the way for his lips on her neck. --- NELL's eyes briefly met his in the mirror. She smiled softly, man didn't waste anytime did he? "Do you know who I am?" Nell smirked a bit into the mirror and leaned forward a bit to remove the other earring, not caring as her ass gently bumped against his body. She stood up straight again, "Well..." She began before turning around and facing him straight on. Nell's eyes looked him up and down quickly before she caught his eyes again, "From you asking that, I know you're an important man." She looked down at him again and shrugged, "And from your clothes, I know you're a wealthy one." She smiled and turned back around into the mirror, "Do I need to know anything else?" She looked at herself in the mirror and slipped off her black lace gloves and proceeded to remove the hat, taking the hair pins out. She ran her fingers through her hair to shake out the imprint of the hold the pins had left behind. Nell looked back at the man standing behind her through his reflection in the mirror, "You mind unzipping me?" She asked plainly, referring to her corset. She had undergarments, and she was never shy about her body anyways, black panties with lace garters. She wasn't wearing a bra because of the corset but she had laid it out before(CLICK) her to put on once the corset was removed. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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