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.
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.
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