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Post by Cara Richmond on May 5, 2009 21:41:11 GMT -5
You'd think a girl as impulsive as Cara was would be able to learn her way around. But, as it stood, Cara was directionally challenged. And too curious for her own good. You know what they say, curiousity killed the cat! She had roamed around on the campus and had gotten lost.
She was trying to find her way back to Luke's dorm, and she didn't have a cell phone on her to just text him and ask. He was probably off busy, anyways. So she was trying to figure it out herself.
Just when she thought she found it, she was proven very, very wrong. She opened the door and had started talking before she realized she was in the wrong place.
"Finally I fi-" stopped in mid-sentence, Cara swallowed and took a step back, sure that the guy who was in here was not going to appreciate being barged in on
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 6, 2009 13:28:24 GMT -5
David rarely ever locked the door to his dorm. Since he was a fan of open doors, he didn't actually mind people walking in and out. As long as he was in the room, of course. For someone that could be as annoying or frustrating, he didn't consider himself to have a lot of enemies. He was a good asset to a friendship when you were looking for a good time. When the door opened, he was leant back in the computer chair, his eyes on the television just across the small expanse of a room.
As the door opened, he looked up, ready to greet whoever it was. But when he saw the girl, he looked mildly confused. She looked familiar to him, which came as no surprise. He knew a lot of people and saw plenty every night. The fact that he recognized somebody didn't really shock him in the least. "Can I--" He was about to ask whether or not he could help her when the familiarity really struck him.
She was a dancer! Most of Davey's nights were spent club-hopping or at a party. And plenty of the clubs that he went to just happened to be strip clubs. And she was somebody he remembered from just recently. It was only a few days ago, so the memory was fresh and not blurred with the memory of other people. "Hey, you're that dancer." He pointed out. If she didn't want him to recognize her, he didn't care. You can't strip for money and expect people not to comment on it.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 6, 2009 13:42:27 GMT -5
Cara blinked "I-I am?" she asked, stunned, before realizing that he meant the strip club she used to work in "I mean, I am" she nodded. Could she be more lame?? "I do have a name, you know" she said, regaining her confidence with a smirk
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 6, 2009 21:06:15 GMT -5
Davey looked at her incredulously when she informed him that she had a name. Well, of course she had a name. Everyone had one! But, it didn't mean that he cared about what her name was. She was a stripper! All he had cared about was seeing her without her clothes on. "Yeah, but do you think I was paying attention to your name?" He enquired, while it probably sounded rude and even a little demeaning to some people, he thought it was appropriate. If you were going to do something like that then you really couldn't expect people to care about a name.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 6, 2009 21:13:37 GMT -5
Cara smirked "too bad. Paying attention might have gotten you somewhere" she said before taking a step back "but I actually just came in because I thought you were my brother and you're obviously not so..." she waved and turned, walking out with the same walk she used to walk off stages. She was absolutely certain that he would follow her.
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 6, 2009 21:42:53 GMT -5
Davey hated having to work for anything. This involved actively pursuing somebody. Instead, he figured he had all the means to get somebody to turn around. Although, he couldn't help but take advantage of the view as she started to walk away. It was pretty hot and he could say that it was worth it. "Too bad," He called after her. "And I was thinking that I could make it up to you with a little extra cash." He suggested, and he would pay her too. He thought that if she was a stripper then obviously she was probably poor. The rich were usually the ones in the crowd, not the dancers on stage. But, hey, if they were poor, it was their own fault.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 6, 2009 21:46:32 GMT -5
Cara stopped in her tracks. She turned around, batting her eyes "I dunno if you can afford me. A lapdance is three hundred, if you want anything more than that..." she shrugged with a suggestive grin "and believe me, I can do a lot more than that" she added, looking him up and down
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 6, 2009 21:57:30 GMT -5
"You don't know if I can afford you?" The idea that he might not be able to was laughable. Davey's parents were very generous in the endless supply of money that they offered to their son. As rich as he was, it was easy for him to get everything that he wanted. And his father was practically paying for him to stay away. As long as he had money to do whatever the hell he wanted, he would stay far away.
"How about we start out with 300? I'm not sure I'll be impressed enough to pay for anything more than that." Really, he didn't need to pay for more anyway. But, he would have had enough, he was sure, if that's what he really wanted to do.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 6, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
"you don't know? And yet you claim to know me for my dancing" she reminded him, tilting her head as she looked at him expectantly
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 6, 2009 22:08:02 GMT -5
"I've seen you dance. But a lot of girls can put on a show, but then when things get closer, they drop from a 10 to a 1." He explained, and really he had met plenty of girls that he thought would be worth it at first, but then just left him feeling disappointed. He had pretty high standards, but his ego had something to do with that.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 6, 2009 22:25:29 GMT -5
Cara scoffed and looked around, spotting a stereo on his dresser. Pushing him down on his bed, she hit the power button and said "I'll show you a ten" she straddled him and ran her hands down the front of his shirt then lifted it up and sensually worked her hands back up, swaying to the beat of the music. Once she had his shirt off, she slipped off the tie that she was wearing and pulled it sensually around his neck before tossing it down
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 7, 2009 14:39:57 GMT -5
Davey willingly fell to his bed. Well, that was more like it. He barely looked to his stereo when she flipped it on. His main focus was on her. If it was anywhere else, the two of them would have a problem. There wasn't anyway that he would have spent money on someone that he could look away from. If he was transfixed, then they were doing their job. He smirked as she straddled him, eyes drifting down her frame and then to her face again, soaking up her sensual movements. "Mmm... I see potential." He said, hushedly, his tone a little playful. No, he saw a lot more than potential.
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Post by Cara Richmond on May 7, 2009 14:46:21 GMT -5
Cara smirked as she slowly slid her top off and tossed it to the side "you know how some girls have a no-touching policy?" she asked with a low, sexy tone before leaning against him and letting her breasts touch his chest before whispering in his ear "I don't have that policy" she pulled away and continued to dance as she started to work her pants off. Oh, she was sure she could get him to pay her to do so much more than just the dancing
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