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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 25, 2008 0:08:00 GMT -5
Angelica sat through most of the trip, wondering where they were going. It was something she feared would happen. She watched the minutes ticking away, wondering why she didn't stop time and run. She would never understand her motives. After a while, though, Opie finally spoke to her again. She sighed, wishing he would have kept quiet. It was already bad enough that Mikhail was making her do this. It was something that bothered her, tremendously. She turned to look at him, her eyes showing she was tired and her body trembling.
"No, never. Why are we going to New Hampshire? Thought your business was in Harlem?" She said, her voice cracking yet again. Cold, thirsty and this asshole wants to have a conversation. Blah. She thought. She looked back out the window. She didn't care about what he had to say. He was boring her. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 25, 2008 13:08:24 GMT -5
Opie shook his head. His business wasn't exactly in Harlem, but part of it was. Smiling as they sped down the scenic road, the Greco-Irish man couldn't help but notice the girl was shivering. While he had yet to get acquainted with her, he wasn't going to try until after Mikhail Embi had explained his plan and the course of action they were going to take.
"You apparently don't know anything about the Sword. If you think that I just run Harlem, you're horribly mistaken. And we're going to New Hampshire cause its safer, less prying eyes then in New York."
After a few more minutes, the sports utility vehicle pulled up to a metal gate with video cameras that blocked a dark road surrounded by trees. The gate opened automatically and the vehicle took off faster than it had so far. The speedometer read one-hundred and twenty miles per hour as they went down the shady road.
"Oh and by the way," Opie said, turning to Angelica, "Don't freak out. And put your seat belt on."
The SUV continued plowing ahead, and then suddenly it plummeted downward so sharply that it felt more like a free fall then a hill. However, with lights adorning the sides, it was now seen that they were in some sort of tunnel rather than the road. After only a few minutes of this path the road straightened out and the tunnel lit up dramatically: the ceiling and walls of this tunnel were glass and all around them was water.
"That road leads to a private harbor. This is a giant man made lake, and I made this tunnel. Don't worry, the glass won't break."
Once again, the SUV hit a ramp, only this time when it rose it appeared that they were going to plow into a wall of some sort. However, it slid back instantly and the vehicle was once again on a surface road. After only a few seconds, they pulled into a cobblestone driveway to a large estate surrounded by trees, blocking any view from the outside.
"Now get out of the car. If you want a tour fine, if not then I'll take you to your room."
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 25, 2008 13:34:18 GMT -5
Angelica put her seatbelt on and closed her eyes as things happened. Once she felt the bump, she opened them, to see the long, glass tunnel. She rolled her eyes when he told her not to worry. She was worried, alright. She knew he would not do anything till he learned of Mikhail's plan. Hell, she couldn't do shit, till she figured out what he had planned as well. It bothered her that she was left in the dark. As they hit cobblestone once more, Angelica looked around. It was very scenic and nice. Not that she wanted to stay forever. Once they came to a stop, though, she looked at Opie, as he got out. His smart ass remarks did nothing to help her already pissed off nature. She climbed out and looked at him.
"Sure, as long as your tour ends with a hot bath and warm clothes." She said, as she walked by him. Angelica couldn't help it, it was natural to her. Her hips swayed as she walked off towards the house. Her cloths, still slightly damp, clung to her curvy body with beautiful summitry. She stopped at the door and looked over her should, looking at Opie.
"You coming?" [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 25, 2008 13:49:24 GMT -5
Opie's initial reaction was going to be saying no. However, when he saw how she walked and her excellent form, his infamous libido naturally took control of his response. Lascivious by nature, Opie always had a weakness for pretty women. It was one reason why the Sword of Damocles and the Knights of Pandemonium were such good partners: the Knights were a very powerful biker gang, a merge of the Outlaws and Angels, and had a monopoly on the prostitution in Nevada and California. Also, they were the only gang that Opie made a point to stay on good terms with, because when it came to war, both the Sword and the Knights were on the same page.
Following her up the steps to the door of the Victorian style mansion, Opie's eyes were not anywhere near her face. He was unabashed about this, but still hurried himself so he was beside her. He didn't trust her behind him, yet he had to be either in front or beside to lead the way.
"Eh, I don't like giving tours. It was a gesture more than anything. There's a phone in your room that only dials to other rooms in the mansion, if you need anything you can call the service room. There's a directory so don't worry."
Walking up a gorgeous curved stair case, Opie led her into a large open hallway that apparently held the guest bedrooms, all with keycard locks. With a beep, one opened regardless of the fact Opie had no card. Inside, the room rivaled a five star suite: it had a plasma screen tv, jacuzzi, full bathroom, small private kitchen, master bedroom, and open living room. Upon that, it was furnished with custom made furniture.
"Here's your room. The Keycard is on the bedside table, so feel free to walk around. It only opens the doors that its security level is cleared for, which is the lowest level due to your guest status. Got any questions?"
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 25, 2008 14:12:39 GMT -5
"None, I guess. Other than how long am I here for?" She said, looking at him like he was a prison guard. She hated being cooped up. She looked over the room. At least she was not going to be bored. She didn't want to be here, but this is where Mikhail wanted her to be, for the time being. She would deal with it. It was not like either male was going to give her a choice.
"I am a big girl, Mr. Damocles. I can care for myself from here on out. I just hope there are clothes that fit me here." She dropped her bag on the bed. She was going to nail him hard. She pulled to chopsticks from the front and pulled her hair up. Thank god for Nilla, she had taught her that hair style. She then unzipped the back of her dress she was wearing, and let it fall to off her shoulders, before looking back to Opie. Her bare shoulders and back were perfectly tan. Her hands rested on her boobs, holding the dress there. She was standing at the bathroom door, looking at him, very much aware of what she could do to him.
"That will be all, unless you have something to add." [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 25, 2008 14:31:58 GMT -5
"I don't know. Mikhai said he has to go back to Little Odessa, which means he's got some very important business to take care of. He'll probably get a hold of me tonight, which means you'll most likely be here until the morning at least. Maybe less, maybe a bit more."
Opie's eyes explored her body, absorbing how gorgeous she was. Her sex appeal was of a magnitude he had not seen in a very long time, and the fact that she wasn't as obtainable as most other girls increased that. With a smirk on his face, he allowed himself to take in the beautiful moment. Lighting a cigarette, he slightly blushed as he spoke.
"Well, if there aren't clothes that fit you, you won't get any complaints for walking around in the nude." Chuckling slightly, Opie's eyes went unabashedly to below her waist as he spoke, "Oh there is definitely something I would like to add, but I don't know whats going to become of you so I think I'll have to restrain myself."
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 25, 2008 14:55:54 GMT -5
Angelica grinned, letting the dress hit the floor. She could see the blush on his face. Her hair moved to cover her boobs, as she glanced over at him. she was standing there, only in a pair of thong panties. She was a lovely sight and she knew it. She liked using that appeal on men.
"Afraid you won't be able to resist, Mr. Damocles? I know I won't get any complaints. I might have some issues pretaining to men touching when I don't want them too, though." She said, sweetly. She stood there, letting him look at her. She knew, if she wanted, she could have him, wrap him around her little finger. Spoil him forever for all women. She had done it before, and would do it again, should it mean her safety and happiness.
"Enjoying the view?" Her voice was seductive, meant to grab attention. She wanted to see him squirm. Pay back for the Cafè. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 25, 2008 15:09:40 GMT -5
Opie had been in the sight of gorgeous women teasing him before. At the moment, he wanted nothing more to go over and unveil what was behind the panties and use it for his pleasure. However, due to prolonged exposure to gorgeous women over the years, Opie was a master at keeping his cool.
"Well, if you did choose to do that, I could make certain none of the other men would touch you at all." He smirked. He could play it well, but it didn't change the fact that he wasn't going to leave until he had to. There were others as attractive and more attractive then her, but it was the conquest of the indivual that mattered to Opie, not the conquest of the quality.
"And I am...but I could think of a few ways it could become more enjoyable."
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