-- tell me i'm your national anthem (jarek)

[santiago]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #546e6b; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Andrea stretched out lazily in the four poster bed in her room in the basement. It was well after three a.m. which meant that she'd just seen her last client for the night. It had been an interesting night, and a rather slow one with only seeing two people. And one of those people had only wanted to give her a foot massage the entire time. Sometimes kinky people were a blessing. And who could argue with getting paid to get a foot massage. Rolling over on her side, she stared up at the canopy of the bed for a moment, before getting up on her knees and moving over to open the drawer in the night stand. Reaching inside, she pulled out a mirror that already had a few lines of coke formed onto it, she snagged the rolled up hundred out of there as well, and quickly bent her head over the mirror and did three more lines. She'd been doing so all night, but she didn't wanna risk crashing just in case there was someone else that hoped to see the Madam that night. She could hear through the walls that the person next door was still having their way with a client, or the client was having their with the girl. Sometimes it was difficult to tell, and sometimes she didn't care. It probably wasn't the best stance to have since she was supposed to keep things in order when Jarek wasn't around, but she knew that he was loitering around somewhere -- he usually was -- and there hadn't been any complaints about the clients so far, which made her relax a bit. Rolling over onto her back, she stared up at the canopy of her bed once again, feeling her heart beating just a little too quickly. The cocaine was already beginning to affect her, but she hadn't taken more than she should. Hell, she could still do quite a few more lines and be okay for the night. Tolerance was a blessing and a curse at times. She shifted, pulling one leg up in the air and stretching, before doing the same with the opposite leg. She arched her back, as well, before settling down into the nest of the pillows at the head of the bed. She was beginning to feel restless, and that wasn't just the cocaine. It was the slow behavior that night. Usually her day was packed with legal work, and then crammed full of illegal activites afterwards, but both parts of her day had been slow, and it was making her crave a bit of excitement. What that was didn't really matter to her, as long as she found something entertaining to do. She rolled over off the bed, listening to the familiar sounds of her shoes on the floor as she began to move around the room, lazily. She reached out a hand, snagging it onto the stripper pole that resided in the far corner of the room. She circled around it, half-heartedly, before moving over the big dresser that was situated there. There were candles on it, along with an arrangement of flowers that one of her regulars had sent to her, but other than those things the desk was empty. The candle light caused her to stare at herself, feeling as if she looked strange. Turning away from it, she headed back to the bed, this time, simply falling back onto it and letting her eyes slip shut. Her heart was still beating fast, but she was letting her mind wander to other things she'd rather be doing. Namely, Jarek. Though he never seemed to be around when she wanted to make use of him. It was unfortunate. She trailed her fingers down her torso, tracing along her hipbone as she realized that she was incredibly horny. Probably not something that a prostitute generally had to worry about, but she was kind of an extreme case. Her libido was insane. While she was pondering taking care of that herself, she tilted her head to the side, listening, as she was pretty sure that she'd heard someone outside the door. Wondering if she had another client that she didn't know about, she immediately situated herself facing the door, leaning her head onto her arm, with her body stretched out on display on the impossibly large four-poster bed. Her skin, though obviously decorated with tattoos, was quite pale and contrasted wonderfully with the black and red linens on her bed, and the flickering candle light. "I can hear you out there, no need to be shy, might as well come in," she called, sure now that she'd heard someone brushing up against the door or the handle. She waited for a response, or someone to enter the door, putting on her best come-hither smile just in case. And if there was no one out there, maybe she'd go seek out Jarek herself and see if he time for a little one-on-one action, or maybe if she could just go home. eight hundred and forty-four words -- tagged for jarek -- outfit.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] TELL ME I'M YOUR NATIONAL ANTHEM Red, white, blue's in the skies Summer's in the air and Baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem He had to admit -- running a brothel got pretty messy sometimes. There weren't many rooms at The Basement, but enough of them made him money. Typically, they'd rent out the girls for half an hour at a time -- it was all they really needed to get their rocks off. Jarek paced down the main hallway, his eyes glancing past every door as he walked along them. Each room had a number on the door and a little peephole that he could glance into to make sure that everything was going okay with his girls. The first one was the virginal room -- decorated like it belonged to a high school teenager and the girls that worked in there were barely legal and tight. The next few rooms were mixed variety and some of them were exotic themed to fit the fantasies of certain men. At the end of the hallway were the two premium rooms. The very last one was for the madam of The Basement and the one that remained across from it was pretty much equipped with a catwalk, stripper pole, and five or six chairs. It was basically a jack shack, that room. Jarek peeked inside and watched as the cleanup crew was disinfecting the stage. He'd realized that along with a business like this one, he had to have a good cleanup crew. Life is hard out there for a pimp. Turning on his heel, Jarek spun around to face the last room, the one that belonged to Andrea. Several months prior, she had agreed to be his madam. Andrea received top dollar when she worked for The Basement. He had to smile, however, as she realized that he was standing just outside the door. Reluctantly, Jarek pushed the door open and then closed it behind him. He was actually kind of relieved to learn that the room didn't completely smell like sex. Andrea's room was the one that was decorated the most... seductively. Deep reds and blacks made the customer feel right at home and quickly able to strip his pants off, though when in her presence, he was sure that most men would have no problems stripping their pants off. His eyes fell on her pale skin that was decorated so lively with colorful tattoos. She had more than he did... it was like a part of her skin. Andrea wouldn't look remotely the same or be the same without the decorations on her skin. They weer a part of her personality and also a part of what customers paid for. They liked the bad girl dominant that she was. "I was just checking on everyone, seeing how they wrapped up their last customers," he said, his fingers trailing along the wood of the four poster bed that she was situated upon. His eyes lolled lazily in his head and he closed them when he realized that sleep was trying to wash over him. He needed something to keep himself awake or he needed to get some rest. Probably the latter. Jarek couldn't remember the last time that he'd slept for more than thirty minutes. Leaning his head up against the poster of the bed frame, Jarek opened his eyes and made eye contact with Andrea. "So how was your night? Tell me about the lucky ones that got to suck on your toes all night." tag: andrea ● words: 575 ● outfit: here ● notes: hai dere. new template.

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[santiago]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #546e6b; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more There was silence against the door for a brief moment, before it began to swing open once again. The figure slipped through the door, and she smirked at him, taking in his appearance and the fluffy hair strew across his head. He probably wasn't what one pictured when they thought of a pimp, but she found him to be an amazing one, and an amazing person in general. She loved working for him in the photography studio, and she enjoyed working for him in The Basement, as well, even though it wasn't what someone would normally like to do for a living. Pulling herself back into the moment and out of her overly quick thoughts, she smirked as Jarek stepped through the door. She had just been thinking about him and then he appeared. "All wrapped up. I've been alone for about fifteen minutes," she said, thoughtfully. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at his words, pouting slightly, "I just really don't understand foot fetishes. And it's even more difficult pretending I enjoy it. I even put my shoes back on as soon as the guy left," she said, moving to situate herself on her knees and wrapping an arm around the bed post that Jarek had leaned against. She pressed the side of her face against the frame of the bed, looking up into Jarek's face with a slight smirk on her lips. "I was just thinking about you, and you walked through the door. I think I'm magic now. Did my thoughts compel you here?" she inquired, moving her free hand up to trace along the line of Jarek's jaw. "I've been called a witch before, it was an old woman, so I think that was probably based on appearance alone," she said, thoughtfully. She continued to trace her finger along his jaw, before moving her thumb to run over his lower lip. She pulled away abruptly, crawling off the bed and stalking around him, seductively. It was part of the job desecription, and sometimes she didn't even realize that she was doing it. Tracing her fingers along his spine through his shirt, she walked back over to the pole on the other side of the room, putting a hand out and spinning around it lazily before leaning back against it, looking at him, coyly. "So, how are you planning on wrapping up your night, maestro?" Stalking around the pole, she slide around it properly one time, before landing on her feet and moving back over towards him. She stood with her hands up over her head, stretching lazily, "I'm feeling restless," she said, moving to lift her hair up and pile it on top of her head, before dropping it and shaking it around her shoulders, before looking up at him through a slight veil of hair and letting her hands fall back down to her sides. She moved over and crawled onto the bed again, stalking across it on her hands and knees, before turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Any suggestions?" five hundred and eight words -- tagged for jarek -- outfit.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] TELL ME I'M YOUR NATIONAL ANTHEM Red, white, blue's in the skies Summer's in the air and Baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem Laughing quietly, well, it was more of a chuckle, Jarek's eyebrows raised slightly as he looked across the short distance at Andrea. His laugh turned into a smirk and he shrugged. "Foot fetishes are actually much more popular than I originally thought. I don't get it either. Feet are... just not a sensual part of the anatomy, you know? It's like someone having an elbow fetish," he said. Jarek laughed at his own joke as he often did and then followed it with, "But you know me, can't say much... I've got my own elbow fetish." He was obviously joking and knew that Andrea would get his humor even through his sleepy stupor. Jarek's eyes were lazy as he looked into her piercingly dark eyes. He felt her thumb on his lip and didn't mind. He kind of liked it. She was always doing sexy things like that to him and most of the time he was sure that she didn't even realize it -- just because she had gotten so good at over the last few months. When she pulled away abruptly, his thought snapped back into place and suddenly he was a little more awake and a little more alert. Clearing his throat, Jarek turned his head as he watched her stalk behind him -- again with the sexy movements that she did subconsciously. Seconds later, he felt her fingers on his spine, and he felt gooseflesh rise all over his body. Spinning around, Jarek watched Andy as she toyed with the pole. He often wondered if she ever really even used it. Chewing on the inside of his lip, he watched her with dark hazel eyes. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about going out for coffee somewhere, I think I need some coffee. Or some sleep. Or some sex," he thought about that for a moment. "I actually need all of the above." Jarek walked around the side of the bed and gave it a look before deciding if he should lay down on it or not. The bed linens were washed every single night, but he was sure that since Andrea had only been free for a few minutes that her linens were still grubby from her last customer. Ah, fuck it. Jarek jumped up on the bed and laid his head amongst the mass of fluffy pillows that decorated the head of it. He rested his head in his hands and stared up at pretty much nothing. As he looked up, he thought about his night, and how he had only had to deal with one complicated customer. A free blow job from the right girl and that guy was satisfied -- it was easy to please bitchy people if you had sex to offer. It was a good paying night, too, because not only did The Basement make a good amount of cash, but the girls got all kinds of gifts and tips, which was one of the best parts of the job for them. Jarek licked his lips, his mind transferring to thoughts of coffee rather than work. He could use a mug of straight black coffee -- no sugar and no cream. It was how he liked it. "So, what do you think? Sex, coffee, or sleep?" he asked, sitting up in the bed and sitting Indian-style. Jarek leaned his head back against the bedpost and looked at her through half-opened eyelids, his hands placed in his lap. He really did want to sleep sometime soon. It would be a good idea after the coffee and the sex, but it was up to Andrea what she felt like doing. He wasn't picky. tag: andrea ● words: 620 ● outfit: here ● notes: ta daaaa!.

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[santiago]

Apr 25, 2012 20:49:53 GMT -6 @santiago said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #546e6b; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more "I think an elbow fetish is way less disturbing than a foot fetish," Andy said, laughing softly at his attempt at humor. She moved to roll over onto her back, flopping down on the bed next to him and staring up at the canopy above them. Her head was a little light and spinny, but that was how she preferred it. Reality was just so incredibly boring in its own right. She turned her head to look at him, feeling as though the motion was a bit slow on her part. Or maybe time was just moving strangely. Maybe this wasn't even real. Pushing aside her strange and existential thoughts, she tilted her head to take in Jarek's expression. "All of the above. Sex, coffee, then sleep. And then coffee again when you wake up, though I don't know how long it's going to take me to fall asleep. I'm a bit wired," she said, thoughtfully. She absently chewed on her bottom lip, abruptly moving over and straddling Jarek's hips. She situated herself partially on his crotch and partially on his hips and thighs, her contact overly innocent for the position, doing nothing but sitting there and looking down at him. "It's been a slow night. So I think you need to entertain me, in numerous ways," she said, grinning down at him. She moved her hands to tug lightly at the hem of his t-shirt, sliding her hands up the length of his sides and tracing along his ribs. His skin was incredibly warm in contrast with her hands, but it was usually that way. It was strange considering that she usually felt like a space heater of some kind, but her hands were usually cold against his skin. Not that she was complaining, she liked the contrast, and she knew that he did, as well. She moved her hands up even further, absently tracing along the lines of ink that were under his skin. She didn't know them by heart, but almost anywhere she touched was covered in ink on his sides, so it was a logical statement. She pushed his shirt up even further on his body, revealing the majority of his chest to her. Leaning forward, she trailed her tongue up the length of his stomach and along his sternum, before biting gently at the skin just beneath his kanji tattoo. She pulled her head back up, setting her hands back onto her own thighs and neglecting him of the attention just as abruptly as she had begun. Andrea arched her back absently, stretching her hands back above her head before dropping them back into her lap. She'd been restless before and the cocaine wasn't helping, but there were always ways that she could channel that into something useful. Like sex. Sex on cocaine was one of her favorite hobbies, well, almost on anything on cocaine happened to be how she preferred it, but that was all part of being a drug addict, right? Though, saying drug addict just sounded so incredibly harsh. It wasn't like she really had a problem if she could still function and do both of her jobs currently, right? Right. "What do you say, Jarek? Sex first -- then we can figure out the rest?" she inquired, slipping her hands back down to his shirt and pulling it properly over his head and leaving him nude from the waist up. She dropped the t-shirt onto the bed beside him, her dark eyes meeting his own green ones. They were flecked with more brown than usual tonight, but they were still as gorgeous as ever. She was a sucker for eyes, and he definitely had a pair that she liked to look into. She slid her hands up her thighs, fingernails leaving little raised lines from the pressure that she'd used. She was currently wondering if Jarek would be in the mood for tying her up. It wasn't something that she was usually into, especially as for work she played the domanatrix, but there was something about Jarek that tended to be bring out her more submissive side, and she liked being teased by him. She tilted her head , smirking slightly as she reached back around her back, unfastening her bra and letting the straps fall down her arms to release her breasts. Tossing the bra on top of Jarek's t-shirt, she moved a hand up to roll a nipple in between her fingers, arching her back at the sensation. "You're overdressed," she said, her voice a seductive purr. seven hundred and fifty-seven words -- tagged for jarek -- outfit.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] TELL ME I'M YOUR NATIONAL ANTHEM Red, white, blue's in the skies Summer's in the air and Baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem Jarek grinned at her and turned his head to the side do he would be facing her. His head rested on the huge mass of pillows that decorated the bed and they were incredibly comfortable. Sometimes being the madam had its upsides, it seemed, but Jarek wasn't entirely sure that it was limited to the fact that she had fancy pillows. No, Andy was blessed with many other positive aspects of her job title. She got to choose and deny the customers she had, she received more pay, more gifts, got more clothes and more drugs. And she was cute. Cuter than a lot of the girls that worked for him. It was hard to be cute and sexy simultaneously but somehow Andrea managed it.  Jarek's eyes lit up when she rolled over on top of him and suddenly he was much more awake. He looked up at Andy as she sat against his crotch and stretched and arched against him. Subconsciously  he arched his own hips against her and felt himself hard and ready and knew she had felt it too. Jarek bit down on his lip nervously. Why nervous? Well, he actually kind of liked Andrea and for more than just the looks and the sex. He liked who she was as a person.  A shock ran through him, inside and out, as Andy ran her cold fingers over his sides.  He felt her nails lightly on his skin. When she pushed his shirt up, he whimpered slightly, watching her sensually bend down and begin feasting on his skin. It felt so good. Jarek was into biting and scratching and the like, and having fucked Andrea before, she knew that he was and she knew just what to do to drive him absolutely crazy. Jarek felt himself pressing in between the folds of her, even though there was fabric between them. That could easily be fixed in his honest opinion but he wasn't completely sure he wanted to fuck her there, on that  bed.  He lifted his head as she pushed the shirt completely over him and when he rested back down against the bed, his eyes fell on her as she unfastened her bra and rolled one of her nipples between her fingers. Jarek whimpered once again, his had moving up the side of her body, gracing her ribs and then moving to caress the soft skin she had just revealed. He felt the distance between his crotch and hers grow a little tighter and knew that if he didn't get to get off skin that he was gonna have major blue balls.  Jarek bucked his hips against her and moaned when he felt himself slip up inside her just a little, though they were both still wearing clothes. Jarek tensed the muscles in his entire body, his hand leaving her breast and moving up to wrap in her hair. He used her hair to pull her down to him and he kissed her passionately once their lips met. Jarek slid his tongue inside her mouth and let her know how much he wanted her. His hand trailed down to her back and he clawed at her shoulder as he bucked against her again.  And then they got interrupted.  Drunk Dave, a frequent customer of The Basement waltzed up to the doorway which Jarek had apparently forgotten to close. Jarek peeked around Andy who was still situated on top of him and made eye contact with Dave. "What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Jarek said, his face showing nothing but anger towards the other man. Dave fished around inside his pants pockets and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and replied, "I know it's after hours, boss, but I really need to get my rocks off and none of the other girls are around. Can ya just let me borrow your madam for a quick blowjob?  Promise it'll be no more than five minutes and ya can have the rest of this." Dave scratched at his graying curls that had once been a rich brown color. He pushed the glasses up on his face and gave Jarek a pathetic pout.  Sighing, Jarek rolled over so he was on top of Andrea. He pushed himself up off of her and buttoned his pants though he didn't remember at all when they had become unbuttoned. Jarek grabbed his shirt off of the floor and threw it over the skin of his torso, covering himself once more. "You know what, Dave? That's fine with me if it's fine with Madam Ahnnn-Drayy-Uhh," Jarek said. His green eyes moved to look at her and he knew that by the expression he was giving her that she would understand how much he wanted to just... fuck her brains out.  He had to deal, though because five hundred bucks for a quick blowjob was good pay and they both knew it. Jarek debated on going and jerking off into one of the virgins' mouths. "Andy, I'm gonna go to the office. Just come up whenever you are done with Mr. Dave and we'll talk about getting that coffee," he said with a smile that was obviously fake and a bulge in his pants that still hadn't went away. Jarek sighed, pushed past Dave and walked down the hallway to his office.  He sat down at his desk, propped his feet up and close his eyes. He was just resting his eyes... not sleeping. Just resting his eyes until Andy was ready for coffee. Yeah. tag: andrea ● words: 934 ● outfit: here ● notes: impressive!

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[santiago]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #546e6b; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Andrea moaned audibly as Jarek slipped his hips up against her own. This was the kind of sex that she was looking for, the inpromptu kind that no one was paying her for. She had sex all the time, every day with multiple people, but there was something exciting about having a relationship with someone else that was just about how they felt about one another and no money exchanging hands. It proabbly wasn't something that someone should worry about, considering that most people didn't have to worry about that being part of their exchange -- but her life wasn't like other peoples. So, she had to take advantage of the moments that she could, the moments that 'normal people' got to take for granted. She whimpered softly as Jarek reached up and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her face down towards his own. She pressed her lips to his, trying to press their bodies even closer together, feeling how ready he was, pressed up against the fabric of her jeans and her own underwear. She reached down with her free hand, moving to slip her hand between them and working to unbutton his jeans. She wanted him naked, and she wanted it now. Moving her lips off of his own, she dragged her teeth over his lower lip, before moving to kiss and nibble a trail from the curve of his ear down to the hollow of his shoulder. She felt Jarek's hands digging into her back, and she moaned, arching her back against his hands, the urge for him to tie her up and take advantage of her coming even more fully within her. And then they got interrupted. Andrea looked down at Jarek, her body tensing at the sound of someone behind them. She wasn't one to be bothered by an audience -- as long as they weren't interrupting -- and not interrupting seemed too much to ask from someone like Dave. She looked down into Jarek's face, pouting as he spoke to Dave from around her body, and she found herself even more turned on at the look of rage in his features. Obviously, he was just as pissed off about the interruption as she was. He flipped them over abruptly, and she made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan, pushing her body up against him without thinking. She wanted him so badly it was insane. And she pouted immensely as he looked down at her, offering her to Dave. Of course, five hundred dollars for a blowjob that would literally probably last two minutes wasn't exactly something worth passing up, either. Especially if she could guarantee that Jarek was going to be waiting for her afterwards. As he moved off of her, she resisted the urge to reach out and grab for him, though she wanted to. Situating herself on the bed in a more seductive pose, she let herself slip back into the persona of being a Madam of a brothel, swinging her feet over the side of the bed and sauntering towards Dave, as Jarek walked past him and out the door, shutting the door behind them. Turning her attention to Dave, she tried her best to put some of the desire she felt for Jarek into her features, and give him a performance that was worth his money. Well, as worth it as it could be for paying five hundred dollars for a mere few moments of pleasure. But, hey if people weren't willing to do that, then she wouldn't be having a job. And luckily, Dave wasn't one of her normal customers, because she was sure that she'd never be able to deal with his annoying pouting about not being able to get someone to suck his dick without paying for it. After finishing the task of blowing Dave, she left him collapsed against the wall and headed into the bathroom to brush her teeth and clean herself up properly. Heading out of the door, she saw Dave gathering his jeans back up around him and staggering towards the door. She began absently folding the hundreds that he'd handed her, flipping them over the hem of her underwear to keep them in place since she didn't have pockets. It was a trick she'd learned form several of her stripper friends when she'd worked a few amateur nights and it kept you from losing your money when you didn't actually have a pocket to put it in. Finishing her task, she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on, figuring that it wasn't necessary. Reaching Jarek's office, she slipped inside the door, leaning into the frame of the door. "Are you going to sleep on me?" she inquired, moving further into the room. She situated herself on the edge of Jarek's dress, crossing her legs and she sat next to where his legs were propped up onto the desk. eight hundred and twenty-two words -- tagged for jarek -- outfit.

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[jarek]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] TELL ME I'M YOUR NATIONAL ANTHEM Red, white, blue's in the skies Summer's in the air and Baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem He really had every intention of just propping his feet up and resting his eyes for a second, but along with Jarek's age came tiredness and he felt that he was wearing out quicker than he used to, but it was probably also due to the drugs that he was indulging in once again. He'd managed to be somewhat clean for a little while, but as soon as he met Andrea, the old habit came right back and he didn't try to push it away. More like he jumped into the sea of acidic water and enjoyed the burn. His mind had drifted to that area between sleep and alertness and though he could only see the dark colors of the back of his eyelids, his mind was somewhat absorbing what was happening in his surroundings. There was music playing over the stereo, but he wasn't completely sure what it was - something eighties rock, and he could hear moans and groans coming from the room next door and he knew that Dave was enjoying what Andy was sending his way. The noises stopped abruptly, though, and Jarek wasn't sure if he completely drifted off into sleep or if Andrea had finished off. She answered his question when she walked through the door and spoke to him. Slowly, his eyes drifted open to see Andrea sitting on the desk in front of him. He jolted a little bit, surprised that she was sitting so closely to himself without his own realizing it. Jarek's eyebrows shot up and he slipped backwards in his chair, nearly flipping it in the reverse direction as his feet slammed back down onto the floor. "Shit," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep, "You scared me there." Jarek rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and within a couple moments, his vision came back to him. "You done already? Dave gone?" he asked, squinting up at her. The light in the far corner of the room was situated behind her and she was directly in front of it. It made her give off this angelic glow, which he found completely ironic. He actually laughed a little to himself, but managed to shake it off without making a bigger deal of it. Jarek hopped out of his chair and stretched his arms over his head, feeling the tension that had built up in his shoulders over the day drain away. He spun around and looked at Andrea, sitting there all seductively without a top. He wanted to squeeze her titties, but he didn't think that this was the place for it anymore. They had both gotten worked up and then been interrupted. He would have fucked her silly if Drunk Dave hadn't shown up when he did. Jarek closed the few steps that were between them and placed his hands on either side of her, leaning in to her face when he did so. He nuzzled his face against her own, his nose sliding up her cheek and behind her ear, his breath hot on her neck. When he pulled back, he caught her mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips inside to explore her as if he had never done so before. When he pulled away and stared into her pitch black eyes, he felt dizzy. Standing up straight, Jarek held a hand out to her, to help her off of the desk of course. "Let us go and find you some clothes and get some coffee at the diner down the street? What do you say?" he asked, grinning at her. tag: andrea ● words: only 610 boo. ● outfit: here ● notes: boohiss!

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