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Aug 23, 2018 14:34:40 GMT
Post by Carla Singer on Aug 23, 2018 14:34:40 GMT
| It wasn't hard for Carla to imagine herself with nice things. She believed she deserved them. Growing up in a string of foster care homes, and running away from most of them she had to fight for everything she ever had. She never asked for a handout and worst yet she never was even offered help.
She was labeled trouble from the beginning when some stuck up judge deemed her a deliquent before she even had a running clock on her wrist. You would run away too if you were stuck with gropey alcoholic foster fathers. Carla was always a little girl with big dreams. She wanted to prove to everyone that she could make it on her own merits.
That despite how badly the world had kicked her around she could rise to the top. Top of what, wasn't exactly sure, but she had found a nice little sweet spot within the fallen angels. There was good times to be had here. Parties, money, sex. This place was a breeding ground for the time of your life and that's where she met the big ape. Jackson.
It was at a club actually for some 'business' that Lulu had to attend too. Carla met Jackson in the club and the rest was history. Carla had a special way to seduce men. Releasing a powerful pheromone into the air was like getting pricked with cupid's arrow. She never used that little trick on Jackson.
Her seduction was 100% above board. She might have flirted with lying here and there, but she came by his affection honestly and didn't put the whammy on him. Carla was bored sitting at the counter of the bar and leaning on one slumped hand. Her eyes were dull and uninterested as she turned her head towards the sound of the door opening.
It was Jackson. Her face livened up a bit and a smile washed over her youngish features. "Hey handsome." She said with a smirk. "You all done for the night? Or does Lulu have you ditching a body at 3am again?"
Carla pouted and crossed her arms. Shooting Jackson a scornful look. The last time he bailed on her plans he claimed he was 'Helping Lulu with a special project' at 3am. Carla interpreted it as dumping a body. She wasn't stupid. She knew more of the shady shit that went on around here than she led on.
"You're actually taking me out somewhere tonight right? I just want a little time for you and me baby...." She said wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering what color panties she was wearing in his ear. Yep. He was soon to be puddy in her hands once again.
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Aug 23, 2018 17:19:31 GMT
Post by Jackson Daniels on Aug 23, 2018 17:19:31 GMT
There were always roles to be played in the hierarchy of a criminal organization. Both Jax and Mouse were the Yes men and the most trusted of queen Lulu's subjects. Mostly because of the fact that neither of them asked questions and played in the sandbox like good little boys. Which was a good place to be when it came down to pay day and they both sat on more time then anyone knew what to do with. Sector one wasn't exactly a country club with 48 hour a piece bottled waters. Crime everywhere and full of bars and risky operations.
Getting wasted was a good way to find yourself timed out because you gave all your meaningless minutes to someone who seemed a friend. The good part about falling in under lulu. No one every touched her toys or dared to cross her in any way. "Lu, I'm heading out for a while tonight. Call if ya need me." He spoke as he peeked in her office door. It wasnt a seceret to him that Mouse and Lulu had been going at it to pass the time. From the sounds echoing threw her door and the distracted look on her face. He had a fair bet that Mouse was under that desk, but it really wasn't his business to question the bosses choice in companionship.
With a smirk and a wave he closed the door back and heard more shuffling before he left. The other members of the club where partying and normally he would be busy chatting up some skirt. Instead he was headed to meet the girl he had been seeing lately. She was the flavor of the last couple of months but he never really defined them as serious. Most of the interactions were physical and him just blowing his money on something less complicated.
Jax didn't do complicated and he had good reason because of the darker parts of his past before Carla. Pushing open the door to the crap bar she worked at, It made him wonder if he shouldn't just get her a job at one of Lulu's Joints. Then again getting her a job made it seem like they were more serious then he wanted her to believe. Still this girl was something that kept his attention for longer than a night so who knew.
"Yeah baby, I dont think lulu is gonna be bothering us tonight." A childish smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her come out from behind the bar. Her arms were around his neck and rough hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer. "Of course Darlin, Im all about the romance." Pressing his lips to hers for a few moments his fingers dipped under her shirt and traced over skin on her nice curvy hips. Pulling away reluctantly and tugging her hand to follow him out the door. His Nicely painted Corvette was at the side of the building in the dark alley.
Following behind Carla and pushing her towards the back end of his car. His hand trailed up her back and pushed her upper half to lay there. His boot nudged her legs spread as his hands trailed over fishnet stockings covering the skin. They teased by going just beneath the skirt before pulling away. There was a grin on his lips as he moved to her side and opened the door for her. "Your chariot awaits, Just had to frisk ya and make sure you weren't carrying a dangerous weapon." A chuckle escaped his lips as he moved to his side of the car and slid in.
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Aug 23, 2018 22:03:34 GMT
Post by Carla Singer on Aug 23, 2018 22:03:34 GMT
Carla Singer... Carla froze at his touch. Strong, firm hands moving their way over her thighs; she gasped. Though she often pulled strings behind closed doors there were times when he could still surprise her. This thing of theirs was young and new, though she already had seen a glimmer of opportunity in him. He was her ticket out of poverty and her taste of the good life.
What started off as purely mindless sex with a handsome stranger, to pass the time; had now evolved. Now it was that with some genuine emotion tied up in there. Carla wasn't a heartless cruel woman. She didn't use and manipulate and sociopathically ignore people's pain. But she also didn't allow empathy and sentiment cloud perfect reasoning. Carla was calculated. Ambitious and fearless.
Now she stood in a dark alley powerless to resist the urge of biting her lip as his frisk lasted for far less time than she wanted. She allowed her eyes to travel up the cut of his tight shirt. Even his shirt was failing at hiding all those muscles. Carla was happy. Content if anything. She didn't think of them as serious, but they were at least exclusive. She hadn't been up to her usual tricks.
"Dangerous weapons huh?" That smile was reserved just for him as she slid into the passenger's seat. Happy that for once she could have his full attention. The club was great and all, but she didn't like having to fight for her man's full attention sometimes. Carla could have simply blown a pheromone onto his puckered lips as he leaned in for a kiss. She could easily wrap him around her finger and use her sexuality to get what she wanted. She never did that with Jackson.
She watched him round the car and get in the driver's seat. Wondering where he might take her. Carla knew that at least for now he had the night off. "Get this 'Chariot' moving. Take me somewhere we can dance loverboy..." She quipped back at him when he got in the car. The night was just beginning. She had all night to whisper in his ear. TAG: @user | WORDS: ### | NOTES: HERE MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Aug 25, 2018 16:52:40 GMT
Post by Jackson Daniels on Aug 25, 2018 16:52:40 GMT
Jax wasn't the leader of this criminal club but he sat cozy enough at the top of the table. At Lulu's Left, He had enough power in the club and sector two to get away with most anything. Not to mention, Lulus two top trusted people got paid very well so there was no reason to really stray from home. So he was able to buy the nicer things in life and even treat Carla to a nice night out here and there. It was only fair after she dealt with all the times he had bailed on her through the past few months.
Sure recently they had been rather exclusive but she wasn't in on any club business. He didn't rant to hear and tell the dark secrets and for the most part she was at arms length. Other then the moments she spent screaming his name from bed. After his ex and loosing their child because of the junkie overdosing while pregnant. Jackson just really didn't want to be close to any woman and he buried himself deeper into the club. The name they had chosen for the child's was tattooed on his chest for a reminder of what this life did to the last woman he cared about.
Turning the key and letting the car roar to life as his foot revved the engine. Speeding out of the alley and cutting off the current traffic, A symphony of horns and curse words chased the tail of his car. The girl wanted to dance and even though it wasn't his favorite hobby with her. Jackson was more than happy to have her all over him like that if it made her happy. Honestly having a happy girl was better than having a pissed off nagging bitch to deal with.
It wasn't a long drive before he was at one of Lulu's clubs over the territory lines of the fools. All the clubs lulu owned were spread across sector 1 and the fools left them alone most of the time. Seemed that no matter the broken up status of the king and queen. Neither of them could pull the trigger on the other and honestly was the bigger threat. Jax had seen her tear people limb from limb and walk away with blood splattered on her fancy clothes. Pulling the car to the curb and tossing the keys to the valet his arm wrapped around carla. Giving a nod to the bouncer they were in the door in no time flat.
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Sept 1, 2018 18:38:43 GMT
Post by Carla Singer on Sept 1, 2018 18:38:43 GMT
Carla Singer... It was amazing to Carla that Jackson never realized what he had in front of him. She was a smart, independent go getter with a hunger and ambition. She was going places, and could take him with her. She could take him right to the top of his club if he let her, but she had only dipped her toe into those waters. Mostly listening, watching. No one paid attention to the club members girls that hung around. The clubhouse was usually a constant party. Drugs, sex and rock and roll... Who had time to notice the schemer plotting planning and trying to control?
Carla wasn't in love. Not even close to it. She liked Jackson. Possibly for all the wrong reasons. He was handsome. Muscular. He was a good boy and did what he was told when she laid on the flirty charm, but he was also dense. Like a two by four. Dense and blunt.
He wasn't climbing the hierarchy without her help. Only he didn't know that. Carla was at least observant. She watched how everything fell into place in her time around the club and she could make a play to seat Jackson at Lulu's right hand. If the right circumstance showed itself. Before tonight Carla had never talked about club business with Jackson. She clutched onto his arm as they headed inside. Offering the bouncer a friendly smile as she strolled right in.
The club was loud, obnoxious and not her scene. If she was completely honest, Carla was more the type to want to sit at home curled up with a good book. Though the smile still lived dangerously on her lips as her fingers laced into his. "We need drinks." She said pulling him along behind her through the crowd. Sweaty bodies and pushy people bumped them as they moved along. Carla couldn't help but notice how many heads were turning at her dress.
It wasn't fancy or revealing. It was just a simple black dress, but the way it hugged and touched her curves left the imagination foaming at the mouth. Carla pulled up to the bar. "Two beers. Oh make one a light please." A smile and nod at the bartender and she bat her eyes flirtatiously. She knew that Jackson was never a fan when she flirted to get what she wanted, but she had been here before. The service sucked and she didn't feel like waiting all night for a drink. While they waited she turned to Jackson. Her eyes traveled up the hard lines in his face as she tried to descern his expression. "It's not right you gotta play errand boy to Lulu. You could be running that club. She doesn't have the club's best interest in mind. She's too busy online shopping and buying Prada handbags. If you were in charge baby....No one could make you work late. You could spend more time with me."
Carla's hand moved along his chest. He fingers riding over the edge of his shoulders as she rested her hands there. "Don't you want to be more than just the muscle baby?" The bartender interupted. "Two beers." He said setting them down and checking out Carla's ass as if it was a tip of some sort. She barely acknowledged him. Her eyes were on Jackson's. Her bright blue eyes swimming into his with a lingering hope that he felt the same way. She took a sip of her beer and leaned on the counter. She was waiting for the dancefloor to spread out a little before she drug him out to spank the planks. Besides. They just got here she wanted to scope the place out a bit to see if she saw any familiar faces in the crowd. TAG: @user | WORDS: ### | NOTES: HERE MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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