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@bustedconnor-blog
That’s rather unfortunate that you got busted. You must be pretty crafty to have gotten that much moolah though.
It's a rather complicated affair, we had done it many times in the past seamlessly with no issues, however it only takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch. I can't say I'm a fan of jail, I would kill for a scone and a proper cup of coffee in the morning instead of the sludge they are feeding us that's the equivalent of what you put in a piggys slop trough.
I don’t think it’s supposed to be a pleasant experience.
Truth be told, if I were homeless I'd rather be in jail then out on the streets. Ah, America. Encouraging people in poverty to become criminals over bettering themselves.
The possibilities are endless. I’m wanting to say drugs but I may be wrong.
Try money laundering to the tune of 28.5 million dollars. It makes drugs look like childs play.
One could only wish. What are you in for anyway?
Why don't you take a guess, sweetheart?
They just want to make your life a ‘bloody’ hell. Isn’t that the point of being in prison?
Oh really? Because I figured it would be like going on an extended, full service holiday; a proper vacation.
Prison is such rubbish; utter bullshit. The jumpsuits are itchy, the women rather scary, and the food is so completely terrible my cat wouldn't even fancy going near it. My roommate made sexual advances on me, to which I ended up being moved to a cell of my own upon breaking the lads hand. I thought the point of jail was to punish the wicked, not regress them to paleolithic times. Bloody fucking hell, I can't imagine another 4 days of this let alone 5 years.
Emery liked hearing him laugh. And his voice, that accent was a turn on alone if she was to be totally honest. She could t picture Connor as one of the 'good' guys. He was more along the lines of exactly what her retired cop had warned her to stay away from when she first told him she was moving to the big city. She was enjoying teasing him too much to even notice when he broke the cuffs, but she jumped, dropping down gently against his lap and stilled her movements when he suddenly touched her.
"A-aww damn...I...I really likes those too..." Her breath was a bit breathy and she couldn't find the right words at first. Looking behind her, her blue eyes had widened slightly and a smirk tugged at her lips even as she forced herself to stay proffesional. If he didn't stop touching her though...that would be a different story...
"Did...did you want me to stop?"
While he may have been going to jail, Connor was far from being an idiot. He held a BFA and in Painting, and 2 MFA's in Painting and Art History. If he didn't have to go to jail, there was a chance he'd work on a PhD. His family had always collected art, and he got into the dealing business with his dad, which not only contained legal sales but black market and foreign exchange of high profile pieces. He wasn't your stereotypical bad boy with his good upbringing and wealth, but he played the part rather well.
"I suppose I will have to replace them for you when I get out." he said, raising his eyebrow as she looked over his shoulder at him, trying to read her and figure out if it was okay to go any further with his hand. He knew there was a strict no touching rule, but her skin was so soft; so perfectly fair and how she was teasing, well he just couldn't help himself. "Do go on..." he instructed with a signal of his free hand, before letting it fall onto the curve of her hip, "surely you should finish." he said, having enough decency that although he was touching, he wasn't feeling her up.
Emery couldn’t help herself as she giggled softly, shaking her head so that more of her hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving him a much better view of what she was working with. “Good boy…” She teased, removing the handcuffs and wiggled them in front of his face before leaning up slightly to gab at his hands and restrain them. She did this purposely, her chest just mere inches from his face. It was all in fun, after all, she wasn’t too sue what Andrea had in store for him later on so for all the blonde knew this would be his last time seeing a woman naked. The handcuffs clicked and she released him. They were only plastic, and she had a strong feeling that if the man really wanted to, he could snap them in half.
Turning back around so that her back was once more touching his chest, she started to move slowly, her hips going in small, yet slow circles as she just barely grazed his lap with her bottom. After a few seconds of that, she let herself touch him more, her hands sliding down along his thighs then pack up, raking her nails against his jeans. Letting herself move against him more fully, she could start to feel just what she was doing to him and smirked slightly.
He gave a chuckle, the movement of her hair teasing his nose with the light, flowery scent of her perfume. "Don't get ahead of yourself love, I can be an evil bastard when need be." he said with a grin as he looked up from between her rather large breasts, letting her restrain his hands since it was apparently no part of her little routine and he wanted to be a good client and play along. It may not be the last time he saw a woman naked, but it would be a while before he saw another woman naked that was as beautiful as her.
He tugged playfully at the plastic holding his hands back, rolling his eyes back into his head when she dropped her bottom down to graze over the front of his jeans, like the pro she was. It was clear he was enjoying himself without vocalizing it, and he contemplated raising his hips to show approval but settled for a soft groan as he strained against the front of his jeans. Okay, so maybe the whole no touching rule was utter rubbish. He snapped the cheap plastic cuffs, bringing one hand around front to smooth up the side of her stomach, past her navel to rest under her ribs, just short of the swell of her breast. "I think they're right broken, love." he said, accent as thick as his smirk as the snapped toy dangled around his wrist.
The music was at it’s full volume now and Emery was already lost in the moment, doing what she did best. She almost forgot that Connor was watching her as she fell into her routine. She had planned to dance like this a little at first to get him warmed up before his actual lap dance. Wrapping one leg around the pole, Em spung, her lower body grinding against it as her other leg came up, spinning around a few times until her bottom touched the floor. Slowly sliding back up, she looked behind her at Connor, one eyebrow arched and her lips pulled up into a smirk. She continues her dance, her hands running up and down along her sides, and as the so g changed, she slipped the top part of her costume off and tossed it into the other blondes lap.
Her heels clicked as she walked back towards him. “Remember…club rules, no touching…” She warned him as she sat down on his lap, her back against his chest. It was a rule she really hoped he would break.
Connor felt a moment of depression, knowing that once he was in prison there wouldn't be beautiful women like Emmy. He watched her slide around the pole in a whirl, and while stripping wasn't the most honorable profession out there it certainly required a level of strength and talent. He was brought back to the moment when her bra landed on his head, falling down into his lap and leaving him rendered speechless. The girl had a body that would stop a train, and he couldn't help but to look over every inch of her feminine curves.
"I suppose you may want to consider making use of these then, sweetheart." he teased, flicking the handcuffs on her thong as she planted herself in his lap, her hair tickling his face as her back pressed to his chest while she worked her hips. Connor had had his fair share of strippers in his life, so he was well aware of the no touching rule, but he also wouldn't help but to give her a hard time. "Look mum, no hands." he added as he brought his hands up with a smart ass grin, making sure neither of them accidentally grazed her.
Emery laughed softly, giving his hand a squeeze. She had hoped her outfit wouldn’t offend him and judging by the way his eyes had roamed over her body she was guessing that he rather enjoyed it. “Well it was this or the prisoner’s…but dancing for ya would’ve been a bitch with that old ball and chain…” She teased him.
Closing the door behind her, she made sure this was one of the rooms without the hidden cameras and moved back as he went to sit down. Pushing her hair out of her face, she waited until he was settled before handing him his gift. “I couldn’t help myself…” She explained, holding in her laughter. Backing up slowly, she could hear the music starting to come in through the speakers faintly and let herself lean back against the pole in the center of the room, facing his chair as she slowly started swaying her hips, grabbing the pole with one hand and lazily going around it, her heels clicking against the floor.
Connor found it more amusing than offensive. How could anyone be offended by an outfit like that? They would have had to be blind, or stupid because Emery was a knockout in that flirty little cop top. "Well I'd much rather have a dirty cop than a prison bitch." he teased her, "I don't think there's much that's sexy about an orange jumpsuit, sweetheart."
He stopped talking when she shut the door, presenting him with the gift shortly after. "Now this, this is bloody brilliant. I'm sure it will come in handy in the slammer, I'll be able to barter it for a bag of chips and a proper razor. Thank you, love." he smiled, setting it down on the floor next to his chair only to look up and see her moving on the pole with the music, the handcuffs on her hip swaying with the rhythm of her ass. He arched his fingers together a please grin on his face as he watched on, rather gobsmacked already and it was clear she was just getting started.
She was back in her dressing room when one of the bouncers knocked on her door, letting her know that someone was asking for her. Assuming it was Connor, she checked her reflexion one more time. The stripper had changed into a rather appropriate costume for this particular occasion. The cop cropped bra, just covered her nipples and the handcuffs jangled at the belt attaches to the silver thong. Flipping her hair, she grabbed his present and quickly made her way to the front of the club.
"Connor!" She didn't have a hard time picking him out of the few patrons that still occupied the space. He was better looking in person. Looking around, she grabbed one of his hands in hers and started tugging him in the direction of the private rooms. "C'mon ..." It's be easier to talk to him in private.
Connor helped himself to a scotch while he looked around, taking in the sight of the higher end strip club... although this was more of a gentleman's lounge, where rich clientele went for the fix as opposed to a trashy strip joint downtown. Most of the girls were beautiful; it was clear the club had standards for their help. Upon hearing his voice he looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he took a sip from his drink. "Well look at you, all dolled up like a dirty lady copper." he teased her, appreciating the irony of her outfit since at this point he had taught himself to laugh about it.
"Taking me away to detain me at her majesty's pleasure, are you?" he joked, setting the empty glass on the bar they passed as she pulled him through the club and into the back area where the private rooms were, entering behind her where he took a seat on the chair positioned in the middle of the room.
Bloody fucking hell.
That’s.. actually really smart. Too smart for me to probably fully understand but still smart.
Your colleague get in trouble as well or just you? Damn.. five years is far too long to spend in a jail. Especially over money I think.
If you're going to be a criminal you mind has well be a smart one. Then again, if the government would simply let me do with my money as I please I wouldn't have to work so hard to best the system.
Yes, we all got varying sentences with mine being the lightest. Its a waste of bloody space in the prison, if you ask me. Anyways, Andrea and I are having a small gathering at a club downtown for my last night of freedom and I'd fancy you stopping by.
F2F: CONNOR&EMERY (AU)
Emery had gone in for a short shift after grabbing some dinner with Scott. The blonde wanted to stay as distracted as possible that night so when her boss had called, saying that one of the girls had called out, she jumped at the opportunity to make some fast cash. Besides, she had promised Connor a dance before he got locked up and it seemed like tonight would be the only time to make that happen. If he was gonna go out, it might as well be with a bang…
In her bag, she had the roll of toilet paper she had spray painted gold earlier that morning for Connor. She thought it’d be a funny gag gift to send the poor guy off with. Watching the door as her dance ended, she kept an eye of for the cute Englishman, looking forward to spending some time with him for a little bit.
Since finding out he would be going to jail for 5 years, Connor had been trying to live every day to the fullest. Spending money, eating the finest good, enjoying the most expensive booze and cocaine. He saw nothing wrong with adding strippers to that list. Being a party animal wasn't usually his personality, but your perspective changed when you were getting ready to head to federal prison for 5 years.
He planned to make a pit stop to see Emery before meeting Andrea at the club for their big celebration, parking his Mazerati in the back lot before hopping out in a pair of designer jeans and a henley shirt. He was saving his tux for later, and well, From what he had seen the girl was well attractive and he wasn't about to ruin a good pair of slacks if he ended up really enjoying himself. He grinned, looking back at the black car in the alley as he walked into the club, asking for... Bubbles. He hoped he remembered her stage name right, not wanting to ask for the wrong person and end up with a girl that looked like something a cat drug in from the back alley.
TEXT: CONNOR
Emery: Alrighty, well we're closing up here soon so we'll have the place to ourselves
Connor: Well love as much as I would enjoy a proper dance I would feel terrible keeping you after hours.
Connor: You better not make me cum in my shorts like a mere schoolboy.
Well...
Only associated in the best way Connor. Something like that. He wanted to frisk me and I let him.
It’s what I carry in case I get a craving and I’m not home. It’s no more than a few grams. Oh… Alright. I will. I got a club to give us and whoever else comes the VIP treatment so tonight is guaranteed to be a blast.
Oh my, now that is a just a tad bit unacceptable to do to a lady. Although I must admit it beats the hell out of going to jail. If I would have known that would get me off the hook my knickers would have be down in a heartbeat. What a shame it is that doesn't work for us men.
No one loves a grand line of cocaine more than I, but I don't think jonesing for cocaine in your car is a good thing, love. Wow, you really did go above and beyond, didn't you? I'll be sure to put it on my black card when I arrive, no need for you to cover an expense like that.
TEXT: CONNOR
Emery: Hey u! I still owe you that dance…and I got u a present…am I seeing u anytime soon?
Connor: Absolutely. I was on my way to pick up Andrea for some fun but I suppose I could treat myself to a proper pit stop.
Well...
I know, I thought of you when the cop was explaining to me what jail was like. We would have been genius together.
I stocked up specifically for today, I’m good to go. I didn’t let him near my stuff, plus it was only what was in my car.
Haha well I must say I am honored to be associated with such an awful place. How did you get off this one sweetheart, did you show him your bristols? Coppers have always as big of animals as those they detain.
Although I must say, in your car is a rather stupid place to be storing your drugs. Em said she would stop by after her shift at the bar, but please feel free to invite anyone you please.
