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Post by mercedes renée d'agastino on Jan 10, 2012 22:53:13 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] IT'S TIME TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, WE CAN'T BE WASTING TIME[/color][/font] I'VE GOT A FEELING TONIGHT I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE![/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] Mercedes hadn't planned on coming to this event, but when she heard her sister was putting herself up for auction she had to come and see who bought her. She hoped it was either some horny perverted middle aged man or a butch lesbian, so when she saw the young gorgeous blonde that bid she was disappointed to say the least. If she could get to him in time she'd warn him her sister wasn't worth it, but before she reached him the MC had given her away. She shrugged since there wasn't much she could do about it, and now that her sister was gone Mercedes didn't have to waste her time any longer.
She was heading towards the door when she noticed a very attractive man standing up near the stage getting ready to go up. She stopped walking and stepped around a fatter lady so she could get a better look, and when she saw him entirely she smirked patting her purse to make sure she'd brought her wallet. There was no way she was going to let this man go to some other little skank around here. She waited for what seemed like ever for him to get up on stage, and when he finally did she paid close attention to how the auctioneer described him. He sounded dark and troubled, two traits she loved in a man, so when the bidding began she took her time calling out a number. She'd let the other competition come forward first so she could humiliate them and rope him in all in the same shot.
A frail bodied woman stepped up to the plate as her competitor as that scrawny hand rose in the air with a mere bid of one hundred dollars. Mercedes rolled her eyes and raised her own arm calling out a number, and this went on for almost a minute until Mercedes found the magic number that shut the chick up. Three hundred dollars, a drop in the bucket to a rich broad like her, and when he was sold to her Mercedes made her way up to the front to collect her tasty prize. She stopped at the table where you pay and pulled out three crisp one hundred dollar bills laying them flat on the table for the woman to collect. She went on about thanking Mercedes for her donation but she didn't care and turned to her prize.
"Even more stunning in person," she ran her tongue over her bottom lip as her eyes fell down the mans body and crept back up. "Here I thought the men were going to be shitty at this event." Mercedes took a step closer placing her fingertips on his shoulder turning him so she could catch a glimpse of his backside. "What a prize," she laughed as she motioned for him to follow not really caring if he had anything to say. "You're mine for the night pretty boy now let's go have some fun. Did you come with a coat?" She was being semi-polite though still had big plans for this brunette for the next couple of hours that she owned him. "I'm not going to fly you to Vegas but I can get the best liquor money can buy, so I suggest if you want your silly little drunkfest to happen you pick up the pace and hold the door open for me." She glanced behind him wondering if he'd gotten the hint to move faster.
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 14, 2012 4:09:02 GMT -5
. if i gotta sin to see her again THEN I'M GONNA LIE LIE LIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR MERCEDES, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . THIS COULD EITHER BE ONE A FUN NIGHT OR A VERY DEADLY ONE Standing under the hot stage lights and looking out into the sea of people, Derek wasn’t sure why he had agreed to do this; sure he wanted to see who would bid on him, but the thought of some woman buying him for a date just seemed ludicrous. As if the poor saps weren’t able to obtain a date any other way then if they had their cash doing the talking, and that’s what sucked even more he wasn’t going to see a cent of it. If he were putting himself up on the chopping block the least they could do is slip him some of the cash they were making off him; he knew all to well how this worked though, having come last year and buying a girl. But he felt the way he did now then, and the only reason he’d signed up was for the good laugh he’d receive of whatever date he got dragged along on.
His head slowly turned in the direction of the MC as he described Derek to the crowd, the man’s words had his eyebrow arch up. He surely wasn’t going to help him get anyone to bite; the select few who were waving around chump change weren’t even on his radar. Pushing back his hair he sighed and rolled his eyes before undoing the few buttons he’d had fastened on his shirt, slowly seductively sliding it off; letting it fall to the ground when it hung loosely around his shoulders, he didn’t want them getting their grubby hands on that, he rather liked the shirt, so made sure to keep it out of the few who stood nearest the stage. Toying with the hem of his shirt he teased the ladies as the number began to rise, slowly raising it higher and higher to show off more of his torso until he was about to lift it off her his head and toss it into the crowd; that one they could have. Pushing back his hair once again Derek smirked as the price kept going up, looking down at his pants played them; acting as if he might push them lower. His attention draw in the direction of a voice shouting out, ’take them off baby!’ Raising his index finger up in front of him he waggled it about to tell the faceless voice she wouldn’t be getting what she wanted.
When the MC said how much he was going for Derek looked on at the man confused, there was no way he was done yet; maybe he should’ve taken his pants off. Bending over he scooped up his shirt before making his way off the stage, starting to pull his shirt on as he descended the steps and made his way over to the table where he’d find out who’d be taking him out for the night.
The corners of his lips turned up into a smirk, he wasn’t surprised she liked what she saw but it was rather amusing to watch as she took in the morsel before her eyes; as if she was sizing up her meal before pouncing on it like a lioness, he readied himself to fend her off if that happened to be the case. When she began to turn him about to complete her inspection he was tempted to step away from her but he wasn’t one to complain when he was getting attention for his natural good looks, just wished she could walk around and look instead of turning him this way and that. As soon as it’d begun it was over and she was maneuvering through the crowd; rolling his eyes, and emitting a frustrated growl, he was wishing some spoiled bitch hadn’t won him. Things would be this way the whole night.
Making his way through people, and not even uttering an ’I’m sorry’, he caught up to her and stopped short when she turned to address him. ”They didn’t tell you? You have to pay separate for that.” He said sounding completely serious as he buttoned the two middle buttons of his shirt, he came in without a jacket and didn’t see a point to need one. Most likely they’d be in a heated car soon enough and after that somewhere indoors, he was hoping. ”You bought me to get me drunk. Thought a girl like you might be a bit more creative.” Looking rather disappointed he shrugged his shoulders in a guess you’re not as great as you seem kinda way before walking past her to get the door; still clinging on to it as she began to approach. But before she was through his hand seemed to have slipped as the door was swinging shut to smack into her, not even suppressing the amused expression on his face he shrugged as if he didn’t know how that happened. Just because she’d bought him didn’t mean she was getting any special treatment. ”Do hurry up princess your carriage might become a pumpkin if we wait until midnight. And I’d like to be drunk before then sooo make sure your glass slippers are on tight, we won’t be stopping to get them if you lose one.” He was sure she didn’t have a clue what she’d gotten for the night, even if she did look like she might be able to keep up he was ready to play with her.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by mercedes renée d'agastino on Jan 18, 2012 13:57:50 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] IT'S TIME TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, WE CAN'T BE WASTING TIME[/color][/font] I'VE GOT A FEELING TONIGHT I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE![/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] The more into it the man got the women of the crowd seemed to change from human beings to animals, but Mercedes knew she had nothing to worry about and would win him in the end. She was almost upset when the ladies stopped bidding at such a low number. She was sure he had been worth more than three hundred dollars just from looking at those defined abs, but it was all those losers loss and her gain when she'd been announced victorious. She watched him put his shirt back on and she frowned as his stomach was once again hidden by the fabric of his shirt. That wouldn't do and she'd need to get that shirt back off of him if she was going to justify spending this money tonight. He was hot with clothes on but with a body like that why hide it?
She made little remarks as she inspected him up close, but there was no conversation as she turned on her heels and walked towards the exit. She heard his quip about paying extra for his backside and she laughed. "You have no idea how creative I can be. Getting drunk is just what has to happen first to loosen you up," she spoke quietly so if he wanted to hear what she said he'd have to stay close to her. He didn't seem impressed by the woman who had just thrown down a couple hundred dollars to be his date for the night, but when she took him home she hoped he'd stop being such a hardass. It wouldn't be a bother if her hand got to touch that ass of his, but for starters she had to stick with the plan she had for entertainment.
"What's it matter what I bought you for anyway? Isn't the point of tonight to do as I say? Pretend you're a mindless guppy for the night. Just don't forget to breathe," she laughed waiting for him to open the door for her. He may have been a caveman but he had to understand how a door worked. She smirked when he held the door for her but only until the door hit her arm. Mercedes never had the greatest reflexes so before she could catch the door it hit her in the arm. "Aren't you just hilarious." She fixed her hair that had became untamed when the door hit her. "Lucky for me I didn't buy you for your wit." She groaned, tonight was going to be a pain in the ass if he continued to act like this. "Is there a special button I can press to turn it off for the night? You're much nicer seen than heard."
As he instructed her to move faster she stopped and stared at him. "Have you no manners?" Mercedes knew about manners but used them rarely, so even though he was acting like a punk she found it charming in her sick way. "For your information you're going the wrong way. The town car is around the block," she pointed in the opposite direction he was walking. "These shoes cost more than you make in a month so if I lost one you're mistaken if you think we'd leave it on the ground for any common street rat to pick up." She turned and started in the direction of the town car she'd been escorted to the event in and prompted him to follow. "I don't get into just any car," when she saw the car come into view she saw the suited man standing behind the back door. He greeted her and bowed, even said hello to her gentleman friend, and opened the door letting Mercedes climb in and slide over so Derek could fit in. "Do get in before you turn blue and freeze yourself to death. I'd hate to be staring at a corpse all night."
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 26, 2012 12:28:48 GMT -5
. if i gotta sin to see her again THEN I'M GONNA LIE LIE LIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR MERCEDES, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . HAHA OH THESE TWO. Listening to the woman’s expectations of him for the night Derek couldn’t stop the sliver of a smirk that crept across his face; it was utterly amusing how she expected him to behave for the night. He almost felt inclined to warn her she should march back inside and demand her money back, try to buy someone else that would be her little puppet for the evening. But where was the fun in that? He’d enjoy falling short of what she wanted and ruin this perfect evening she probably had playing out in her head, and from the way her cold blue eyes had inspected him he knew exactly where she wanted this to head. Watching as his actions caught the woman off guard he just looked on at her overly pleased with himself, crossing his arms over his chest as his head slowly nodded in response to her rhetorical question. ”Oh I was trying to remember to breathe, that and holding the door were just to much to handle.” Derek shrugged unapologetically; he wasn’t sorry for what he’d done or his smartass comment. The sliver of a smile on his face was there to mock her even further, and he could tell by her actions he was already getting under her skin; perfect, though if she truly was going to buy him liquor for the evening he’d have to dull it down for a while. Or he’d try anyway, ”I was going to say the same thing about you. Until you opened your mouth everything was perfect.”
Pursing his lips together his eyes began to narrow as he began to stroke his chin in a thoughtful manner; as if her question required serious thought, even though it was yet another rhetorical question. As his eyes began to widen once again he leaned in towards her, so there was just a sliver of air between the two, and his index finger found it’s way from his chin into her line of vision; sometimes he even amazed himself with how close he got to people without putting much thought into it. ”I wasn’t raised with a silver spoon up my ass like you were, and please and thank you aren’t in my everyday vocabulary. I’m surprised I even said them now…must be because I’m around such an entitled spoiled brat I want to break out the good manners I never have.” A sarcastic smile graced his face as he leaned back away from her, Derek wasn’t one to back down though her perfume was giving him a slight headache. Less was more and he swore she didn’t know that, either that or the wind had blown at just the wrong time to send the over empowering smell into his face. He was going to put the blame all on her though, probably thought it’d have the men attracted to her.
Those hazel eyes of his nearly rolled up into his head as he heard the words town car; of course the rich bitch had a town car all ready and waiting. Turning on his heel to face he waved his hand about to usher her forward, he had to say he was surprised she wanted to walk to it. Couldn’t she use her phone to order the driver to pull around; his eyes did the inspecting this time as he took her in, maybe that body that appeared so in shape needed a little exercise. ”I’m impressed getting in a work out, I won’t tell anyone you needed to lose a few pounds.” Smirking he kept walking past her as he saw her stop, glancing over his shoulder to take in the sight of her face. ”Oh you think? “ Crooking his finger he motioned for her to follow along, he couldn’t have her standing there with her mouth agape forever. He wanted the booze he was promised. ”Because I would drag you away from them after handing them over to some other girl you deem sad and pathetic, and I don’t think who I’d pick out would treat your shoes as nicely as you’d like.”
Apparently he’d been walking to slowly as she had somehow sashayed past him to get to the car, and once again he rolled his eyes; the actions of the driver were laughable. Was that included for the evening or did she have to pay extra for that. Ignoring the man as he slid inside but left space between them on the seat, he didn’t want to get another whiff of that perfume of hers just yet; his mind was just only getting over that headache it’d given him moments before. ”I thought that was what you wanted. A nice dead man you could use for just his body, hell a corpse might be an improvement since they wouldn’t have to worry about listening to that nasally voice of yours.” Derek managed to get out the words in the most sickeningly sweet voice he could muster up, but soon he was back to the snarky asshole he was as he emitted a low chuckle at her expense.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by mercedes renée d'agastino on Jan 27, 2012 22:42:35 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] IT'S TIME TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, WE CAN'T BE WASTING TIME[/color][/font] I'VE GOT A FEELING TONIGHT I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE![/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] This man thought he was cute, how pathetic. His tone was not doing any favors and she hoped once he started to drink he'd shut up. That is usually what happened right? She hoped he couldn't drink and talk at the same time. "Maybe you should bulk up a little if you couldn't even handle a little door. Now that I see you closer you do look a little small in the arms," she could tell that he was trying to get under her skin, and she also knew that he could see whatever he was doing was working. Tonight was either going to go well if she could get past his idiotic sarcasm, or one of them would wind up dead. "Do you always recycle other peoples insults?" She pointed between them having just said practically the same thing. "Your intelligence meter is dangerously low."
The closer he got the higher her eyebrow raised, and when he was as close as he was getting Mercedes felt like her brow had lifted clean off her head and was dangling in the air above. Mercedes burst out laughing at his remark shaking her head correcting him right off the bat, "if you're going to insult me at least do it right. I'd never be raised by a silver spoon, ew, it's gold or nothing." She knew the saying all too well because she heard it millions of times, but she never understood why someone would choose silver over gold. "That's the smartest thing you've said all night." She was proud to be a damn spoiled brat, "at least you understand that you have to make yourself better just to hang out with me. That intelligence meter just spiked." She was curious when he backed away so soon looking disgusted, but she had no reason to ask him what that was about to went on her way.
She stopped to stare him down when he called her fat, not in so many words but it was implied, "do I look like I need to lose a few pounds? Wait, don't answer that, you'll lie to see if it'll push a button and i'm not going to give you the satisfaction." The button had already been pushed though and Mercedes wanted to rip his through out for insinuating she needed to lose a few pounds. He thought it was funny as he continued to walk and she planned his death. He was digging his own grave as he kept talking and Mercedes rubbing her temple trying to ignore him. His voice was so soft it had a way of piercing her eyes and forcing her to listen. She was sure she'd felt blood dripping out of one of them. "You would do nothing of the sort," she stared him down sneaking a peak at her shoes to make sure they were still beautiful. "Maybe if your shoes didn't come from the salvation army you'd understand what they can mean to someone."
Once in the town car she leaned down to wipe the tip of her shoes that had gotten a little slush on them. She only glanced up when he was sitting beside her and she heard the back door shut. "If I were going to buy a corpse for the night don't you think i'd get one with a little more pizzazz?" She looked him over for the millionth time running a finger through her hair brushing it out of her face. "Besides, it's not as fun when they don't fight back." She smirked as she locked eye contact in a challenge, but she was bored before it even really started and she sighed. She loved blowing money but she started to think she'd picked the wrong man on stage. "My voice is not nasally!" She gasped inaudibly as he threw another insult in her face. "I'd hate to see the hillbilly you find attractive if you're dissing all of this," she swept her hand over her entire body shaking her head. "I can't expect you to have good taste when you can't even afford a tailor."
She heard the driver get in the car and when he asked where they were heading she leant back against the seat and pointed forward. "Home," she barked glancing back at Derek. "Better enjoy this ride because you're never going to get another taste of the good life as long as you live. How long is that anyway, can't you cockroach types live even if someone chops your head off?"
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Feb 6, 2012 12:54:55 GMT -5
. if i gotta sin to see her again THEN I'M GONNA LIE LIE LIE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR MERCEDES, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE EMILEE. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES Drawing attention to one, of the many, things she was so vain about had earned him a cold stare stamped with disapproval; apparently years of staring at her reflection she’d learned the perfect way to position every part of her face to convey her message, because Derek couldn’t find even hair out of place with the ice queen’s stare. Her vanity was truly her best ally in instances like this. After all a woman like her wouldn’t want to look ugly no matter what way her face twisted up; he could just picture her in front of a mirror practicing the many ways to scrunch her brows together just right, the perfect way to push out her lips, and just the right way to narrow her eyes to still appear seductive while trying to look as menacing as possible. As his feet kept drawing him in closer to her, while she stood firmly planted to her spot staring him down, Derek’s hand found her midriff and slowly trailed around her as he moved past her; once his hand was removed from her slender frame, not that he’d admit that fact, it quickly snapped back to slap her ass. ”Sweetheart you couldn’t satisfy me if you tried. But if you really want to try I’m more than happy to let you, as it will be my kind way of helping you shed a few unnecessary pounds.” Much like the chill in the air her words had blown past him and were cast off as an empty warning; really what could this woman do to him? He’d love to find out, licking his lips he continued to head in the direction of the car enjoying the satisfaction she hadn’t wanted him to be able to attain from answering her.
Her defiance would have been cute if she were much shorter and lot younger, no event hen it would probably manage to annoy him to some level. But unlike her he was able to mask his annoyance as he looked over his shoulder to smirk at her in confidence, those cold blue eyes of her looked as if they were trying stab him in the back with the piercings way she was trying to stare him down. Chuckling light-heartedly there was no hiding how her eyes had darted away from him to look down at her shoes before quickly returning to meet his stare, Derek was doing all he could not to find a nice wet muddy patch of earth and somehow make her walk through it; he’d have gladly done it but the show before him was far to amusing. ”Oh I would sweetheart, I truly would.” There was so much pleasure to be drawn from frustrating her, and she made it entirely too easy. That was the beautiful thing about girls like her, they were too easy. Looking ahead of him once again Derek let her comment once again blow right past him, apparently she wasn’t picking up on the fact her usual tactics and picking on someone’s appearance weren’t going to work on him. He was fine with her childish insults, it was just disappointing that her voice was the one making them; it just irritated him for some reason.
Watching as she tended to her shoe the corners of his lips curled up into a sinister smirk, waiting until her gaze was drawn to his face he slid his foot closer to hers and slid the sole of his shoe over her nice clean shoe. His darkened eyes lit up with delight at the sight of the wet brown substance now dirtying up her nice clean shoe. Leaning back in his seat his gaze remained trained a beat longer than needed to on her shoe, but they quickly cut up to catch her reaction in time.
”I would’ve thought a girl who’s legs are like seven eleven, open twenty four hours a day but not always doing business, wouldn’t have such high standards. I mean you get what you pay for right?” Oh yes he knew all about this rich spoiled brat who went around slutting it up with any guy, there may have been more to the story than that. But Derek had no reason to care about the details that extended beyond the fact that she was a slut; he may have paid her no mind when they’d gone to school together, and still didn’t now, but he’d spoken to a few males who had tapped that. And asked each one if they’d caught anything, she looked like she would be carrying some sort of disease. Derek met her stare, a plastic smile on his face, and waited in silence for her to grow bored of their staring contest. And sure enough she did, leaving him to silently gloat in victory with overly cocky smirk; the girl was to easy. But he’d quickly had to wipe the smirk from his face and appear to be a blank slate when she’d become interested once again, meeting her gaze he merely blinked as she spoke; trying to ignore the way her voice sounded like nails on chalk board as it’d shot up to such a high pitch that glass would surely brake.
Derek was able to keep his composure until she’d indirectly insulted Bree, and he was on her pinning her to the seat as his eyes widened in rage; hoping to burn the woman alive with them if that were at all possible. ”You’re treading in dangerous waters sweetheart.” Speaking through clenched teeth he’d brought his face in closer to hers, lowering his voice to make sure she was paying attention. ”Insult me until your heart explodes from the amount of pleasure it will bring you, but don’t utter another word about my girl…” His eyes left hers briefly to look her over, disgust registering on his face. ”…next to her, even miles away from her, you’re the one who looks like trailer trash. And no amount of money or shiny objects can make you any better…you’ll always be a worthless piece of trash that will get tossed aside.” Meeting her gaze once again he wanted to be sure he could read the recognition in her eyes that she understood what he’d said, now as thick as she was she’d most likely refuse to believe it but that didn’t mean it’d stop him. Narrowing his eyes he drew in even closer to her still, ”Don’t worry someone will always use you. There’s always some blind fool who won’t care how used you are or how you hide yourself in the most expensive things to still seem like you’re worth it when you’re not.”
Once again off on his side of the seat his attention had been drawn out the widow, there wasn’t anything to look at out there but the view was better than the one in the car. Catching her insult directed at him Derek’s brows arched up, his head slowly craning around to look upon her once again. Even if he’d rather not have to. His lips stretched out into another plastic smile, one she mistake for him being overly appreciative of her kindness; the woman had her head so far up her ass he really wouldn’t be surprised if she saw it that way. ”You tell me. I’m sure you’d know being one yourself.” Derek had managed to make his words sound as sweet as possible, but how do you make calling someone a cockroach sound like a good thing. Because surely if he was one than she had to be one too; their differences were easy to spot but she was just like him in many ways.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by mercedes renée d'agastino on Feb 19, 2012 12:45:33 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] IT'S TIME TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, WE CAN'T BE WASTING TIME[/color][/font] I'VE GOT A FEELING TONIGHT I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MINE![/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] Mercedes was having second thoughts about bringing him home to get him wasted and see what could happen. The longer he talked she turned her focus on to the many things she could do with his lifeless body. She could leave him in an alley to feed the homeless, throw him into the city aquariums tank for the sharks to feed on him, or she could rent a wood chipper to snap his frame into millions of little pieces to rain on the city like chunky human confetti. He shouldn't tempt her to get so creative with the disposal of his body.
"Your mouths writing checks your body can't cash, sir, I think you should stop talking before I show you a thing or two." He was giving her permission to satisfy him so if anything happened it wouldn't be her fault. Not that she'd admit to being turned on by his attitude. That ended almost as soon as it began as he called her fat again. She looked down at her physique wondering where he even expected her to find a few spare pounds worth losing in the first place. Even her thighs had little to no meat on them, and he was dumber than he looked if he thought she'd lose a bust size to drop a few pounds. Her chest was small enough as it was so if she lost anymore they'd be gone entirely!
He was ripping into all of her trouble areas as he went from weight to shoes. When she made her tramp shoes insult she had hoped he'd cared enough about his appearance to be phased but he showed no emotion at all. If anything he looked happy that she'd said it. That was not how insults were supposed to work, but how would she get to someone who had no class and who obviously could care less about his personal appearance? Tonight would be a trying time for her since she wasn't used to hanging out with someone so simple. She would never understand how someone could go through life without caring what others thought of them.
Hoping for a quiet ride to her home she sat in the car ignoring him and tending to her heels, but when his foot came across and marked the top of one with mud she freaked. Her eyes widened as she stopped breathing trying to figure out what she had around that'd clean the mud off for her. "I need a napkin or something!" She could not believe there was nothing in the back that could help her, and when the driver told her there'd been nothing in the front either she pulled her heel off and sat straight up catching that smirk on his face. "Look what you did! Look what you did to my heel! You ruined it!" Mercedes looked from her shoe to his washed out jean jacket piece of shit he had on and she tossed her heel infront of her. "It's not even worth rubbing it on that jacket that's already ruined. Is that washed out look even in anymore, or did you have a fight with a bottle of bleach and lose?"
She would get over her heels soon enough, when she'd bought another exact pair that is, but the rest of this car ride would be torture for them both. His insult had her jaw dropping as she stared at him thinking back to her previous thoughts. Best place to dispose of his body...that confetti idea was looking better and better, and really how hard would it be to rent a chipper? "Slut or not I still don't fuck every Tom, Dick, or Harry. They have to have some class," not like it'd been very much if people knew some of the men she jumped into bed with. "You're probably just jealous that a D'agastino would never give you the time of day." She hadn't even known about him and Paris in bed together. If she had she would have had to have a long talk with her sister about raising the bar.
Mercedes had finally found a hot spot when she was being pinned to the seat grinning from ear to ear. So there was a lady that held this apes attention. She would have to remember that for later. "That's alright, I know how to swim." She could handle him and all that he could throw at her. If not directly she could hire someone that could, but he seemed mild enough that she could do it on her own. His words had a cold snarl in them that could have scared her if she'd had the mind to let them, but Mercedes was still on her high horse for getting a rise out of him. The horse had just thrown her off when he called her trailer trash, worthless even, and that grin of hers disappeared from her face as it was replaced with a thin straight line.
Confetti over the city, that's where he was heading, just needed a wood chipper. "I'm the trash, right, that's why i'm living a life of luxury while she's slumming it. Is she your Cinderella going from rags to riches? You're no prince charming," she shook her head disgusted with what he thought of her. His last part had her laughing as she shook her head moving her face closer to his leaving just that sliver of air between them. "You go ahead and think what you want, but in ten years when you and that girl of yours are living off welfare sharing the false teeth to chew your cubed steak-" the poor mans steak she'd heard it called before, "i'll still be living this life of luxury, all expenses paid by an adoring husband happy to have me in his life." She was a trophy that any guy would be lucky to place on his mantel.
His you tell me return had her imagining him as a child on a playground sticking their tongue out in defiance singing "i'm rubber and you're glue". He acted all badass but she could see him still an immature little boy. She'd only hoped he could prove more valuable once he started to drink and loosen up. She had paid for him for the night so she wasn't letting him out of it easily. "You're so witty, do you think of all this stuff all by yourself or do you have your girl do it for you? Your insults do seem on the catty side..." Another push of his buttons bringing his girlfriend into the picture as she smirked turning her attention outside the vehicle as the street where she lived was coming up on the left.
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