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Post by karla elizabeth lain on Jan 24, 2010 18:50:54 GMT -5
Karla looked around Creighton High School, she was searching for someone. She had a picture of him on her phone, and she needed to collect him. Collect him... she made him sound like an item. Which he most definitely was, but she wasn't going to dehumanize him like she was a murderer or something.
Calum, who wasn't too badly priced, was the target of the moment. Too bad he was taken. Karla never cared about all the lovey dovey crap some of the other masters did, she wasn't fond of being emotionally attached to them either. They were her toys, which she bought, and she was going to use them however she liked. She had slaves in the past, but she got rid of them, they all bored her.
Karla was giving up on looking, she figured he would show up eventually. So, with that decided, she headed to the Student Lounge, which to her surprise was completely empty. She shrugged and sat down, pulling out a canteen of vodka from her purse. She found it too easy to sneak vodka into the school. Far too simple.
She opened her phone again, staring at the picture of her property. She knew that tomorrow was going to be another day of searching. She might as well memorize the guy's face, just in case. She opened the canteen of vodka, chugging most of it quickly, then closing the canteen and shoving it back into her bag.
Her friend had recommended this guy as someone who could be a potential keeper, though he already had a mistress. She didn't really care though, for Karla had a habit of acting as though she owns everyone anyways.
It was becoming irritating, this guy better be worth all her trouble...
((Cleared up so Lexi wouldn't be confused. Which I do admit, I figured out why it was so confusing. My bad))
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Post by Calum Darius Ryder on Jan 25, 2010 7:09:50 GMT -5
Calum had been back at the college for another interview with the dean and one of his potential professors. It was a fair bit exciting to think that next year he would be here. Once the interview had been over he had gone in search of Sasha just in case she might need him for anything. Truth be told he hoped she would need him for that one particular thing. She got him going faster than any female he had ever encountered and after the past two hours intensive interviews he needed some way to unload his frustration.
Wandering the cloister had not been any help whatsoever, plenty of girls reaching over and attempting to pinch his ass didn't help at all of course. A few wolf whistles and one girl actually pressing herself up against him sent him running for cover. He found his way to the student lounge and hoped that it was empty, rushing inside and slamming the door shut. He even clicked the lock, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. With a sigh he took a step into the room, his dark grey trousers and pale grey shirt emphasizing his taunt body to perfection. The fitted shirt all but clung to him and though he himself hadn't thought if very appropriate for today's interview, Sasha had been adamant and she was rarely wrong in his view.
As he finally looked about the room he stopped, eyes falling on a single female form sitting there.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize anyone was here" his voice carried to her like a caress, it was merely the way he spoke and it could not be helped.
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Post by karla elizabeth lain on Jan 25, 2010 22:23:45 GMT -5
Karla heard the door open, then slam close, the click of the lock. She didn't flinch, didn't even turn around to see who had walked in. "It's no problem," She said, waving slightly, still not looking behind her. Probably just another college student, here to relax.
She paused, still, she should make sure it wasn't someone she knew. She sighed, then turned around, to see Calum, the man she was looking for," Actually..." She said, standing up to face him. She pushed her hair away from her face, then walking over to him with a smile.
Karla smirked, grabbing one of his hands softly, and kissing his lips just as gently. " I've been looking for you... You know, you're a hard man to find." She cooed, in almost a whisper. She looked into his eyes, which where surprisingly attractive. She put his hand o her waist, also softly, still keeping eye contact. Karla wanted to be touched,s he craved someone's hands on her.
She figured she might as well dress decently for this. Her black, slim dress showed off her sexy curves. Her hair, softly bouncing as she walked. Her heels, sexy and tall. She felt beautiful, and she made sure she would be practically irresistible. Karla liked feeling beautiful, just as much as she loved the idea of people needing her. She loved being in control, the feeling of being on top. And this man was something she wanted, so she would have to win him over as well.
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Post by Calum Darius Ryder on Jan 27, 2010 3:24:45 GMT -5
Calum had turned to see the girl sitting there but she was not for long. She stood up and was by his side in record time. He barely had a chance to register what was happening when she had taken his hands. Her lips grazed his and when she spoke it was as if she knew him. As if she had been waiting for just him. Blinking hard he removed his hands from hers, it didn't make a difference to Calum how beautiful the woman was he had a mistress and she fulfilled all his needs. The predatory nature of this woman now reminded him of many other mistresses he knew and he swore inwardly for having locked the door.
"You must be mistaking me for someone else" he smiled at her moving aside to the table, coughing slightly to clear his throat. He wasn't nervous but he seriously hated being in a situation that he could not control and he knew very well that a mistress with specific needs was extremely difficult indeed to control. Her figure was to die for in the black dress she wore, her hair a tide of blonde curls falling about her. He could smell her perfume from across the room for that was where he was heading. Backing away from her
slowly yet still feeling the tingle of her lips on his mouth, Calum wondered why he wasn't just walking too her and taking advantage of the situation. He knew the answer to that one straight away. He didn't take advantage of women, he respected them as much as he possibly could but those that threw themselves at him, were impossible eventually to resist.
"I don't even attend the college" he went for broke, "I was only here to see my mistress."
At least she knew now that he had one, that by right she shouldn't go near him but that rarely stopped those with a propensity for power and desire. |
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