These Evil Intentions (The Crooked Man & whtbitch4u2own)
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				Title: <strong>These Evil Intentions (The Crooked Man &amp; whtbitch4u2own)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Garish Grin</strong> on <strong>15-07-2015, 15:42:36</strong>
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				As the owner of a great club, you were entitled to certain…privileges and pleasures that no ordinary man could receive. Couple that with running an equally successful pharmaceutical business, and Lazarus Rhodes was arguably the man of the hour. He traversed without a second thought within “The Dollhouse”, living the entire view of the situation, as well as the numerous women in attendance. Don't get him wrong – some of the women in here were absolutely scrumptious, enough for any man to sink their derelict teeth into for a good night. Hell, had he been none the wiser, Lazarus would've already had his way with one of them, bending their bodies over the counter for a great night.<br><br>There was just something about the ordinary hustle and bustle that didn't appeal to him like it normally did. Women with panties aching to be torn off by his pain-stricken hands, tenderly awaiting for the pulsing throb of his manhood to slip viciously into them, marking them as his for the night, taking every last fiber of their sexual energy before slipping his own decadence all over – yes, some would find it grisly, others would call it unnaturally pleasurable. Lazarus just referred to those as his 'standard weekly Red Light District'. This night, though, hadn't the same urgency to plant his firm alabaster body against another so willing, so supple.<br><br>Apparently, it wasn't revealed that Lazarus had already enamored himself with whiskey and vodka for the night, and had even taken a liking to this specifically brewed anise-flavored absinthe that seemed to glow a hazy green within the flask-like bottle. Now that had some kick to it, no doubt. Burned his tongue for a moment, but it was all too satisfying going down like a two-dollar hooker. “Another one?” The bartender mused shortly, and the man nodded in response, sliding his backside against the mahogany panel of the stool, utterly excited at the current mood. It wasn't a matter of boredom, because no matter what Lazarus showed up, there was always a hearty helping of tits to entice him to do something. Alas, vivacious breasts weren't enough to subjugate him back to the denizens of hell and miscreants of sin.<br><br>There weren't many people actually filling themselves to the esophagus with booze, most of them preferring the female company, or wanting something more tangible to their flushed skin. Only meant more to partake for him, running a few thick white fingers through the spindles of tarnished blonde hair that remained from his latest hairstyle. Something akin to a David Beckham faux-hawk look, without appearing to be as showy.<br><br>“Might as well get a drink while you're here.” Words spouted off at no one in particular, while a busy hand fumbled through random personal items in his pocket, before satisfying themselves on a pair of fresh papered twenties. He had every intention to bring this club to the forefront of late-night entertainment and adventure, and with the flow of cash that had reared its ugly head from a week's worth of high-priced prescription fillings, he was a man on a mission to once again push the boundaries of his alcohol tolerance.<br><br>Men that wandered about, their shorts already stained from the wetness of heated females that probably couldn't have waited for somewhere more private. Even now, it didn't do what he would've liked it to do, but eventually, the man knew that once the ultimatum of sex or nothing came into mind, he'd be forced to lay siege on some poor woman's lady parts to the point of them never having to walk again. With a long and drawn out sigh, the bartender finally returned toward Lazarus, holding the dark flask filled with absinthe tailor-made for someone as brazen and bold as him. The color of the liquid itself made him stare at it, completely mesmerized by the hidden flavor it already exuded from its jade essence. The patience had finally died down, slipping his hand out of the pocket, magically revealing a single twenty dollar bill, sliding it over to the bartender, where the two exchanged a simple nod before he walked off to serve another patron.<br><br>Tilting his head to the side, giving parts of the building a random gloss over, allowing the scents of sex to take over his mind, he soon returned to the item in front of him, Hastily, he uncorked the top and pressed the mouth of the flask to his lips, tilting his head back, before ultimately allowing his tongue to feel the scorching green liquid that soon seared down his throat like a fiery beast. It was a hard swallow, but it was oh so good. Immediately, he planted the bottom of the bottle back on the counter – the very counter he wished he could find some lucky bitch to fuck on – before letting out another satisfied sigh. At least now he could be content enough to watch the entirety of this club drown itself in sin, and then get a good laugh of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Evil Intentions (The Crooked Man &amp; whtbitch4u2own)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>whtbitch4u2own</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 06:53:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/Irina/sgsj_zpsscauyym3.jpg) (http://s1141.photobucket.com/user/leo19831/media/Irina/sgsj_zpsscauyym3.jpg.html)</div>She was in this alone and had always been because of her lack of trust in others. If she could own this company alone then she would have it that way but it was nearly impossible and that’s the only reason why she had partners in the ownership of the firm. She had always known that she’d have a career that would match her nature and her personality perfectly. Maybe the reason was that someone from the head office saw such nature in her and thought she would be perfect for the job or they just wanted a pretty face like hers to be a part of their law firm many years back. That way all the clients, present employees and new hires that are looking to work with the company can be convinced that they are at the right place and in good hands. Besides, they’d have something…or someone to look forward to. Another pretty dumb girl who wanted to be a lawyer. But she proved them all wrong. <br><br>It wasn’t far too long ago when she was 21 working as an intern, on the lower side of hierarchy in the company. Today, exactly ten years later, she is on other side of it and successful. Even she wondered at times how she was selected to join a well-known firm as an intern at first and then, two years later, one to handle a department full of 25 people working under her. She was just a newly grad, young and had lot to learn…yet given such a big responsibility but she made sure to put in her 100%. She dedicated all her efforts and saw herself succeed.<br><br>Irina Storm, honors student, had graduated from Oxfords, a very prestigious college and upon finishing her internship, she was put in charge of a small department since few CEOs thought she was a keeper and was capable of becoming something bigger. And that was about the time when rumors kicked in. She’d hear how people thought of her and how they talked behind her back that she’d gotten to where she was because of sleeping with few important people. At first, she felt it was really bothersome but slowly she learned to filter it out given their accusations were false. She knew that mud followed a successful people and there will always be someone to throw mud and talk crap about people just because they have nothing better to do.<br><br>Irina has her own office, a secretary, and a department of her own. She had about dozen of people working under her closely while few dozens in her own department. Her behavior of being a hard ass on other people had even increased in intensity after hearing rumors about her. She knew people talked behind her but she didn’t care because she was the boss. She sure was a pretty little thing but had lots of heat inside of her…she learned to take in that heat and use it as her shield. She stood 5’7” tall with a slender petite body that in college and at work, people just wanted to get their hands on! Knowing such information and knowing what she is carrying, she takes a great pride in her looks regardless of what others think of her.<br><br>Sure she’d dated few guys here and there. Her dominant nature from work had consumed her fully and had become a part of her now. In everything, it had to be her way or highway. The guys had hard time pleasing her and she liked being in charge. She felt they were brain dead when it came to sex and they just couldn’t perform the way she wanted them so. So it had become a habit to guide them and even be the aggressive driving force most of the time. Having a hectic Friday, she really was in need of some drinks. She had left work at 6 and went home to change into something pretty after getting calling a business friend, who agreed to meet at the place his preferred to meet to have few drinks. There were no hidden agendas as she did meet with few people outside of work to strengthen their business relationship. She had a black, sleeveless dress that covered her entire body except knees down. Putting on two and half inches long heels, she made her way out into her car drove off into the city. Just when she was 10 minutes out, she got his text that he’s going to have to cancel the plans for tonight due to some emergency. She understood such things happens at times so she texted him back saying Okay. Since she was out already, she decided to head to the club anyways, thinking she’ll grab few drinks and then call it a night. She made her way into the club and walked over to the bar, ordering a Long Island Ice Tea and a bottle of water before settling down in a high bar stool.
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