Post by Annalyse Valentine on May 2, 2018 7:20:48 GMT -8
Don't try saying no
a girl like me always gets what she wants
“Sorry pal, your name’s not on the list.”
A line heard a thousand times an hour outside the hot spots of any respectable city, as the stiletto heels of Annalyse Valentine jabbed at the pavement in a slow and seductive march, she chose to completely ignore the build-up of nervous, chilly and slightly annoyed looking people who had formed a queue and instead stride right by them, shining with confidence as she marched toward the doorman and lightly licking her lips. The slight nip of coldness teasing at her arms and legs as well in the stylish, sleeveless lacy little maroon number she had chosen for the evening, unlike these fools the golden eyed girl had little time to waste outside. She’d catch her death of cold!
“How about my name, darling~?” Stepping around yet another disgruntled soul whom this gruff guard had refused entry, with intimacy she had become so very accustomed to exploiting Anna slid in next to the doorman with a casual disregard for notions of personal space and ran her finger down the list he held in front of him with a gentle, purring hum.
“Well, um…” Clearly the man more accustomed to dealing with threats of physical destruction rather than appreciation as Miss Valentine pressed her body against his and lightly ran her fingers up his back, as the bouncer became flustered the young woman tried to stifle the urge to giggle as she felt herself breaking through his walls with a gentle teasing touch, undeterred and even encouraged by the simple fact that neither her first nor last name seemed to be on this inventory of entry.
“Ah, seems not, but… You can make an exception for me, can’t you?” Never trying to hide the fact that she was indeed unwelcome in this place, so to speak, and instead that little bit more excited by the access she was about to be offered, Annalyse lifted her finger from his chart and now ran it down the cheek of the fellow instead.
“I’m sure your boss won’t mind letting through one more wicked little girl~” Digit travelling as delicately as possible down a surface that was getting pinker with the second, after lifting herself up onto her tiptoes to speak words only the town of them could share, with lidded eyes the wicked woman whispered to the doorman as softly and seductively as she could manage and found herself purring as he stepped aside. Lifting up the velvet rope behind him and giving a quick nod, Miss Valentine was glad to find that her night out had started out well and wondered where the evening might just take her from here…
MADE BY VEL OF GS