cassie morgan

Affection for rent? the age of the understatement Cassie Morgan, 24, Stripper at Rojo.>

[lucienthemerciful-blog]

The one thing Carter knew for certain was that he was hungover. He hadn’t meant for that to be the case, but yet here he was… again. “Mmm could you repeat that at a much lower volume? Thanks” he muttered, trying to work out if he actually cared.

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Cassie giggled softly and tipped her head to the side, knowing exactly how he felt. “I said,” She went quieter this time, “you don’t look as good as you did last night.”

[paul-devries-blog]

Paul was no idiot when it came to women– he knew when they were checking him out, and he certainly had no problem returning the interest if, and only if, it was not unwanted. He was not a creep, but Sophia could probably vouch for him being a bit of a flirt. “Fantastic, and you, sweetheart?” He offered a brief smile before then inquiring, “Haven’t seen a shirt lying around here by any chance, have you? Navy blue, plain tee?”

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Cassie usually expected good results when flirting but in situations like this, reactions could differ. “I’m doing good, better now.” She simpered, rolling herself up to a full seated position, leaning back on her hand. “You know, I did, but I’m not sure anymore. Lost seems good for me.”

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alissaamor:

“Yup, it’s vintage. I added a few adjustments to modernize it, but it’s not originally mine,” she explained, something she had to do fairly often at her shop. “That’s what usually happens. Sometimes I put out a piece that is not exactly my style, and someone else loves it.”

“If you can adjust one thing surely you can adjust another?” Cass questioned, not really sure she understood it. Styling herself, sure, styling others? She could probably ace that too, but actual design and technicality? No chance. "I don't think anyone could sell only things they like. Things like that are too niche, tastes and all. But I wouldn't dress like Stevie Nicks either. I would however," Cass turned, picking out a dress from the rail behind her, "rock this."

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adrianvila:

It was one of those ‘I can insult my girlfriend but you can’t’ things, as Beau’s face fell, suddenly finding her comments not funny anymore. “She’s got a lot of other things going on in her life, and she has me to translate for her, so she’s fine,” he said dryly, “Yeah. That’s probably true. Hope it’s never happened to me before.”

Cassie barely even noticed the change in tone, meaning it all a as a joke and not taking it seriously because she never took anything seriously. “Well yeah,” Cass chuckled, “we all have things going on. But what about when you’re not around? What about right now? Does she call you?” She gasped suddenly, getting excited. “Does she have one of those translator apps? I have one of those.”

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griffinfischer:

Griffin nodded, not completely aware previously of Cassie’s own dealing with drugs but not being one to judge. However, he felt like offering up some words on the subject. “If any of them ever give you a hard time, let me know.” Softening at Cassie’s touch, Griffin smiled back at her. It was good to know he hadn’t completely fucked things up like he had thought. “Alright. I’ll always be here though if you need me. That’s what friends are for, ya know.”

Cass looked confused momentarily, brows furrowing before starting to laugh. “I’m not using! I smoked weed a few times back in Philly but I’m not on anything right now.” She shook her head with a playful sigh at his expense. If he needed to protect her from anyone it was creepy fuckers at the club, but they had security for that, and then she just hoped she wasn’t followed home. “I know babe, don’t you worry though.”

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alissaamor:

“I just don’t see how you could do that without ruining them. That’s always the problem with vintage pieces,” she sighed, “I wasn’t really planning on taking any pictures of it, although Griffin mentioned that he wanted to. I guess maybe I will then, even though my original plan was to just stick it on a rack.”

“It’s vintage? I thought you’d made it! Disregard all of that.” Cassie laughed, waving her hand as if she was wiping the conversation away. “Yeah, you should. It’s pretty either way, and Stevie Nicks had great style some of the time. Who knows, maybe a huge Fleetwood Mac fan will walk by and fall in love!”

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griffinfischer:

Griffin paused. “We do have farmer markets, but those are big gatherings. You won’t see random people on the street selling stuff, unless it’s drugs or something else sketchy. Or maybe a kid with a lemonade stand,” he added, nodding. Hearing her next words sent out alarm bells in his mind. “O-Oh God, n-no that’s not what I meant! I-I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. I just thought that well…you needed a friend. Some people just give off that vibe, you know?” He sighed. “I should stop talking myself into trouble, shouldn’t I?”

Cass laughed suddenly, somewhat shocked he was even aware of dealers. Sometimes she thought he was so in love with the world he was missing the darker side of it. Almost like he needed protecting. “Yeah, that’s what street sellers tend to be offering in my city too.” Her voice lilted, making it sound very obvious. His flustering did make her feel slightly better at the dig at her, which is what it was, despite how he meant it. Cass reached out and pat his cheek, shaking her head with a slight smile. “You’re alright, Griffin. And I’m fine. I can deal with being alone.”

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ameliaindahouse:

“Seriously? I thought pole dancing exercising was like the new thing? In LA a lot of the gyms had a few poles for that particular class.” Amelia said with a small shrug, then again they were in Venice where they had so many historical buildings it was understandable. “Well yeah, I bet half the time we won’t even know what the other is saying unless we cheat but it’ll be practice and we’ll both be on the same page. So you know that means we won’t have to worry about getting made fun of for mispronouncing a word” she said with a giggle, having given so many weird looks for saying things in Spanish instead of Italian. “Cassie, I’m sure google will have all your favorite words” she said kind of knowing what she was talking about. “You’re right. Lets do this” she looked behind her and noticed the waiter making his way towards the girls. “Come posso aiutarti?” the waiter asked them how he could help them, Amelia fought the eye roll knowing the waiter knew English since that was how they always ordered. “Dude I’m too tired to try Italian tonight, can we just get another order please?” she said as she let her head fall to the table and moved her hand to Cassie so he could ask her what she wanted.

“That’s LA,” Cassie shrugged, “They’re all for this kind of thing, there’s a yoga class and a juice bar round every corner.” She reminded her, Venice was a city but it also seemed quaint and picturesque a lot of the time, and pole dancing classes didn’t seem all that frequent. Or maybe they were, but it was all in Italian and she had missed it all. That was definitely an option. "But I have a portable one which I brought over, so that's something." The stripper threw her head back laughing, imagining how ridiculous they were going to sound. "Perfect! You could be talking about cheese ratios on pizza and I'll be talking about men and everyone will think we're mental." She grinned over, "But at least we'd get to do both our conversations without waiting for the topic to come up naturally." Cass shook her head slowly, feigning disappointment. "Google translate is unreliable. I could think I'm swearing but really I'm just saying bird. More chances for people to think I'm mad." She almost sighed when the waiter spoke Italian first, like it wasn't obvious they weren't fluent already! Thankfully Amelia set things straight and she didn't have to do the whole 'do you speak English' ordeal. "Can I get..." Cassie paused, getting indecisive about her order. She'd just had bruschetta, so maybe something else? "The gnocchi?" She eventually settled on, but immediately felt uncertain about. "And another glass of wine, please."  

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“Give me a second,” Thea puffed out as she pulled her body up to complete her last pull-up. Hanging onto the bar with her knees slightly bent, the brunette glanced around the gym to see that yes, going during the afternoon was better than at night. “ – Sorry, what were you saying?” Her feet now firmly on the ground as she turned to the individual.

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Cassie unashamedly stared at the woman working out, picking at the waist of her leggings, bag slung over her shoulder. “What rep are you on?” Cass questioned, pausing when asked to. She offered a bright smile, “What rep are you on? You look remarkably not tired for pull ups.”

[paul-devries-blog]

Paul ran a hand through his damp hair as his eyes scanned the area for the shirt that had evidently disappeared into thin air. “Oh, uh- hello there.”

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Cassie bit her lip as she watched the man come her way, propping herself up on her elbow to keep her eyes attached to him even when he came close. He didn’t appear to have noticed that she was checking him out, but she hoped he’d return it. Her bikini looked pretty great, if she said so herself. “Hey, you alright?”

[wtfkatya-blog]

Feeling someone tap her on the shoulder, Alyssa didn’t even bother to turn around before speaking quickly, and perhaps a bit too sharply, “Look, whatever it is, I can assure you I don’t have time for it.”

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“I beg to differ!” Cass exclaimed, hopping forward to try get in front of her. “I promise you have time for this. Just give me a sec, yeah?”

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alissaamor:

“No, the arms are the best part, that’s the whole point,” she said, shaking her head as she thought of other alternatives, “I guess it’s good that I probably won’t be keeping it for myself. I’ll leave the accessorizing up to whoever buys it.”

“I didn’t say get rid of them, just tone them down a bit.” Cassie suggested, but shrugged it off because it wasn’t her style that would be on trial. “I meant for any photos you take, or if you put it on a mannequin.”

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griffinfischer:

“It was here,” Griffin replied, smiling back at the girl. “That poor lady would not have much luck back where I’m from. California’s not exactly welcoming of random bread vendors, I don’t think.” Gazing down briefly at Cassie’s arm now linked in his, he pondered the question she dealt him. “Well…I don’t think so. Or at least, I’d like to think not. I’d be rather hypocritical if I tried to be friends with everyone but strayed away from those who need it most just because I’m worried it’d affect my reputation, wouldn’t I?”

She could easily see the difference between them here, Cassie probably wouldn’t have bought anything from a like old lady selling bread. Just like not eating things made by kids. Who knew what they’d done or touched before hand? They might not even know how to make bread that wasn’t foul. “Oh? I thought they had like farmers markets and stuff? We had Italian markets and everything which she’d do alright at, probably.” Cass dipped her head to the side, not entirely sure a lone bread selling old lady could handle it. She made a little face, partly offended that he thought she needed him. Or anyone. Or that she wasn’t doing perfectly fantastic all by herself. Cass nudged him in the side with her elbow, teasing. “Oh yeah? Do I seem such a hopeless case without you? Well then, my hero.”

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“So stubborn she won’t learn the language of where she lives? Brilliant.” Cassie laughed, shaking her head slightly at the idea. “I hear that a lot of people get ripped off in Italy when they seem touristy, get charged a bomb for things, you know?”

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griffinfischer:

Griffin felt a bit bad. Cassie seemed to be backtracking, and he wondered if he had come off like he had taken her words too personally. Sure, it got to him a bit, but that wasn’t her fault. He just had gotten the question asked of him a bunch, and it ticked him off a bit. He sent her a soft smile to try and fix things, hoping it was enough. “It does make some things easier. There’s a lot less drama in your life, which is nice. Plus, sometimes people feel safer around you. Like one time, this lady selling bread on the street corner gave me a free loaf because me saying hi to her on the way to my studio and chatting makes her feel better about working on a street.”

Cassie smiled back at him, making it as real as possible - she had always been good at faking - and cooed at the bread story, mostly because that was something that was socially expected, but she did suppose it was sweet from both sides. "Aw, that's really cute. Was that here or back home?" She asked, looping her arm around his, flirty but casual enough to be taken as nothing more if you were doubtful. "The safer thing is good, and you do seem quite safe. Are you risking that reputation hanging around me?"