Tilting his head slowly as a familiar little brunette materialized at his side, H only shook his head with a smile. “Simmer down Kitty, rage is unbecoming for a face so sweet.” Lifting his hand from his newest playtoy’s leg, he made a motion of dismissal, alerting her that it was time to entertain herself. The one of many things he enjoyed about the women whose company he kept was their eagerness to latch onto his money and to leave when it was necessary. They always wanted just as much as he did– which wasn’t, to say, a lot. It made buying their affections remarkably easy.
Patting the newly empty space at his side, he held the half empty bottle out. “If only you had come sooner, the entire bottle might have been for you,” he tsk’ed with a click of his tongue, reaching out for a new glass to pour some whiskey into for her. “I take it you finished with your set, lovely as usual…” he paused, reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips. “But, the loveliest is yet to come. I chartered the helicopter tonight, so we could skip the middle ground altogether and just head back to my place.”
“I ought to tell my date she has to find her own ride home tonight– though I don’t suppose she’ll be very thrilled by it. The better woman always has a habit of winning out though, don’t you think?” he said, his lips curling into a genuine smile, so dazzling that one could forget for a moment he was the king of the night. Just as quickly, it disappeared. “Tell me how your night goes, love,” he murmured, letting his lips fall to where hers were.
She eyed him carefully, watching as he called her Kitty and dismissed the girl at his side. Playtoys. They were all just playtoys to him. Sometimes she wondered if she was just another playtoy, a reuseable one this time, but she always knew she was, and she was okay with that. She enjoyed being used and abused, and by someone so attractive and ethereal? She would put herself through hell every time.
She narrowed her eyes as he chastised her, only to shoot back “I’ve been waiting here for you all night. Would have cut out of my set at intermission if you didn’t get here so late to begin with,” she snarked. “And I bet you didn’t even see any of it... You’ll just have to come by for another show, or... I guess we could just do a private show at yours. I’ll just need some music and a chair,” she winked.
“I’m glad I’m the better woman in your eyes. I’ve worked hard for that title, don’t you think?” she said. “My night’s been going well, but it’s better now that you’re here,” she said, giving him a kiss, starting gently and moving into something a little more passionate.
