<div class="floatleft">(https://67.media.tumblr.com/c259c65ed62aedbe46cb7e1653bd4c7a/tumblr_ogphd0Kkl41rl9ejbo1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st | 7pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://66.media.tumblr.com/e7c6ec0a50f3e8ded8d0e933accdd2f8/tumblr_nsxd151YEi1rsw5zvo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marco <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Charlie being Charlie</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">He was too fucking extra. Like seriously. But Charlie loved it. She attempted to summon the discipline needed to pull off a serious face but with him going off the way he was it was damn near impossible to do anything but grin. Nevermind that every step he took closer to her side brought with it a growing sense of anticipation. She'd already decided she was going to fuck his brains out--her sanity wouldn't survive anything less. However, now it was a matter of when. When would she get to feel his hands all over her, his body under hers, his cock pumping feverishly inside her... <br/><br/>Charlie had to hold back a shiver even as she listened to him scold her for thinking him any less than good. The way he was talking he had to be packing a monster or some serious stamina but she didn't mind. The extra cockiness had always worked for her and the theatrics just made it a show.<br/><br/>"Halo?" Her brow arched and she slanted a look up him that was somewhat ruined by the stupid grin slanted over her face. "Yeah okay, Beyonce. Slow down there a minute. I think your uh 'halo'," she made air quotes, "could use a fresh coat of paint and a lightbulb change. You've been overworkin' it." Good thing a halo was probably the last thing required for any of the several explicit thoughts running in the back of her mind. Not unless he wanted to use it as a cock ring anyway.<br/><br/>Because he was closer now and much taller than she was, Charlie found herself at a disadvantage--at least angle-wise anyhow. With the dangerous promise having already been uttered, she rose from her reclined pose, opting to then step up on the bed so that the advantage became hers... slightly. "Hmm... made their legs stop workin' eh? You talk a good game, Marco, but I dunno." Her tongue made an appearance, peeking out briefly as her nose wrinkled and she crocked her finger to beckon him closer. "I mean, I did hear you're pretty good with your mouth but I'm not sure I'm buying what you're sellin'. So hard to believe things these days without proof, yanno? " <br/><br/>As if considering, Charlie crossed her arms beneath her breasts and lifted her chin. "Still, you did say I could have whatever I want. I was kinda thinkin' cheeseburger at first, you know like extra cheese, maybe some bacon, definitely going straight to my ass--but I dunno now. Maybe you naked and handcuffed to my headboard might be more... satisfying?" She had to think so but she made it a question anyway. </span>