One woman army;

LILLIAN HUDSON LAHEY 31. bicurious Gold Member in Indulgence night club. married & mother of one.

[lillianhudson]

monroexbanks:

Monroe spotted the woman as soon as her heels clicked again the tiled floor. She was new. Not that he’d familiarized himself with every client who entered their doors but there was still a hint of glaze to her eyes as she took in everything unfolding around her. Indulgence could be intoxicating for those enjoying their first taste. One taste too many were exactly how addictions were born. He watched her dress caress her frame with every step. Each and every motion was graceful. She didn’t fit in here and women who didn’t fit the mold of Indulgence clients were usually here for reasons better left unsaid. He didn’t wait for the one of her fellow clients to answer her question, especially when he had a question of his own. “Depends on whether you want to remember this night in the morning or not.”

The response she was looking for, or rather the question she needed to make her mind up about, came from the man behind the counter. Her eyes landed on his, before she leaned forward and pressed her chin against her fingers. This was, indeed, the million dollar question: Did she really want to remember tomorrow morning? Yes, and no. Yes, because every cell of her body craved to memorize the look on Silas’ face when she’d ruin him. That look was going to give her back some of the peace he took from her. She couldn’t---wouldn’t---let anything take that from her. And no, because the woman within, the one who’d wished for a passionate love, and the mother who wanted to offer her little one nothing but a loving home, despised what was about to go down and what had already happened. If only she could erase every memory, every deed of betrayal, every second that she stooped down to his level, with a strong drink... She’d happily take it. After inhaling a slow, deep breath, she shifted her focus back on the bartender, who was watching her intently. “I do. But you can ask me again tomorrow for a different answer.” She just needed to confront him. After that, everything else be damned.

[ohsuestorm]

[lillianhudson]

jackmewright:

Jack looked over at the woman, pondering her question. Something strong… but not too much? Didn’t seem possible to him. He ordered her a martini and shrugged. “Best I could do on the spot.” Getting a good look at her, she was definitely his type. It was too bad he was having… trouble lately.

Lillian cocked an eyebrow as the man placed his ordered. Her very first impression, putting his looks aside, was that he seemed troubled. Come to think of it, it made the most sense that individuals came in here to put their troubles to sleep. However, when it came to her, she’d be willing to burn the place down until she got her husband where she wanted him. “You wouldn’t mind if I joined you, would you?” she asked, even though she’d already raised a hand to attract the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have a dry martini, please.”

[lillianhudson]

clecbrccks:

Cleo turned her head as the woman spoke, and looked behind her to double-check the woman was speaking to her. “I usually just get straight vodka since that’s the strongest I can handle, but I’ve heard bourbon has a good kick to it but I wouldn’t personally know.”

Lillian pressed her lips together as she thought about the woman’s suggestion. Straight vodka wasn’t a drink she couldn’t handle, but she didn’t like its taste. “Hmm.. I hope whoever you heard this from knows what they’re talking about.” she replied lightly before placing her order to the bartender. “I’ll have a bourbon, and...” The brunette paused mid-sentence to ask the other “Would you like something to drink? It’s on me.”

[lillianhudson]

maliqarcs:

Maliq sat sipping a beer as he watched the dancers, he was happy to finally get some downtime. Usually, he’d be driving a taxi or napping but he needed to socialize and he had run out of alcohol. His attention was drawn to the woman who sat next to him, smirking before he swiveled around to face her. “Hm, I’d say get a mojito. It’s refreshing and if you sip it you won’t get too fucked up.” He chuckled a bit before finishing his beer and got himself another.

The stranger’s response brought a smile to her lips, so she turned to face him and gently pressed her cheek against her knuckles. “I like how eloquently you put it,” she replied teasingly with a chuckle of her own. “Plus, I haven’t had one of those in a while.” The brunette raised her hand to attract the bartender’s attention, placed her order---a mojito indeed---and shifted her attention back on her new company. “You won’t mind me if I buy you that second beer, will you?”

[lillianhudson]

elisehqs:

attractive people walked all over the place, wherever one goes, there would be someone that could catch one’s eye. this client who she has never seen before was just a testament to that. though the woman might not see it, she can feel some eyes already lingering on their direction, probably wondering who this new beauty is. perhaps, that was one of the reasons she stayed in her office more often than not. the blonde has a weakness for attractive people after all and she doesn’t exactly have a good track record when it came to her relationships. better to stay away than get herself caught up in another mess. god knows she ruins everything she touches.

at the charming grin shot her way, she responded with a hearty chuckle as she pushed the bowl of chips to the other woman. “it wouldn’t be stealing if i’m letting you have some–” came her retort with a playful smirk on her crimson-painted lips, taking another sip through the straw of her glass. not one to turn away free food, she glanced back at her with a smile, “thank you. i think it’s only fair i learn the name of my new friend. i’m elise.” wiping her hand off her coat that has caught moisture from her drink, she extended it towards her for an introductory handshake.

Lillian knew she was someone who attracted lots of attention wherever she went, and she could surely tell that the woman next to her did as well. She could feel eyes staring at her, at them, but her own interest had shifted only towards her new company. Somehow, that playful smirk added even more beauty to her porcelain face. “Good point.” The corners of her own lips twitched as well before she took a chip from the bawl and chewed, while the other woman extended her hand towards her. Lillian reached out with her clean hand, wrapped her fingers around hers gently and gave her hand a shake. “Beautiful name. I’m Lillian.” After a long second, she let go of her hand. “There’s no need to thank me. I literally didn’t buy you anything,” she pointed out. “I’d gladly get you a drink, but I figured I shouldn’t get you in trouble.. just yet,” she told her teasingly.

[lillianhudson]

➻ confrontation.

( ft. @silas-lahey​ )

Oval-shaped manicured nails drummed against the table erratically---the only outlet that suggested the graceful woman wasn’t as perfectly calm as she posed herself to be. Her crimson painted, pouty lip toyed at the edge of the glass: the second and last one she allowed herself to have until she faced him. 

This moment could’ve happened days ago. She could’ve shut her home’s door at his face and throw his luggage out the window. She could’ve kicked him out and cause a scene that the entire neighborhood could hear. She could scream, and shout, and punish him by taking Hope away from him: the one love they still shared. And yet, it was exactly because of their little daughter that she didn’t. Despite how pitch black her mind had been ever since she found out the truth, she couldn’t take Silas away from Hope. She wouldn’t punish the person she loved the most by making her the subject of pointed fingers. She wouldn’t be the girl who’d have to witness her parents destroy each other. 

She wouldn’t do to her what her parents did to Lillian.

If she were to destroy Silas---and she would, if it was the last thing she did---she’d do it somewhere without any valuable witnesses. In the same place he degraded and betrayed her the worst way a man can; at his own table in the middle of the club. How many dancers had he witnessed with his sinful eyes from this very spot? How many dragged them away into the private rooms? How many escorts had tried to fish him? Did anybody succeed? Each question she refused to see the obvious answer to swirled in her head, leaving her incapable of thinking about anything else except making him suffer the same way as her.

At first, she’d tried finding out which suite belonged to him so she could wait for him there. But the club’s privacy policy wouldn’t let anyone but the suite’s owner himself touch that key. So this, here, was the next best thing. Because in the battle that was bound to come, he would be the weak link. Not her.

Lillian knew Silas’ figure like she knew her own name. It was impossible not to recognize the 6 foot 4 figure with the large muscles and the broad shoulders. The second his shadow peaked through the main entrance and moved into the main section of the club, where she waited for him, she downed the drink in her glass all at once, hoping it’ll quieten the rapid sound of her pounding heart. The brunette shifted on the chair, crossing one leg over the other. She felt the fabric slip on the sides and expose her smooth thigh through her champagne gown’s slit, but she didn’t make a move to cover it. All she could see, all she could think about, all she could viciously hate was the man who received the end of a silent, yet lethal glare. Cold; that’s all she sensed. That’s what echoed in her voice when she spoke. “Sit.”

[lillianhudson]

elisehqs:

donning a white lab coat over her scrubs, elise definitely looked out of place in the strip club. the blonde has a thirty-minute break and since she wasn’t exactly allowed to drink on the job, she was only eating some chips at the bar with a glass of sprite. she didn’t exactly make a habit of spending her time out of her office, but she did mingle with other people from time to time. not to say that she’s a recluse of any kind, the quiet is just nice sometimes. when someone sat next to her, she couldn’t help herself from letting her eyes wander to the beautiful woman dressed in such an elegant fashion. definitely a client–her mind supplied as she went back to scrolling through her phone and picking another piece of chip. when said woman addressed her, the blonde pursed her lips together as she turned to look at her. “hmm–manhattan? but that can be a little too strong for some people. how about rum and coke?”

Elegant fingers intertwined on top of the wooden counter as Lillian’s hues studied the other woman. While she wasn’t dressed in anything impressive---in fact, the white lab coat covering her clothing gave her a pretty good idea about what her profession was---she’d have to be blind not to notice her angelic beauty. If the nurse looked hot like that, she couldn’t begin to imagine the escorts this facility provided. A stink of jealousy pinched her stomach at the thought; a newfound feeling for her. She’d never felt competitive against other women in her life. If anything, she’d trusted an unbelievably stunning girl into her house to look after her daughter without a hint of jealousy. Because, never before had she worried that Silas would sleep with any of them. Now no matter where she looked, there stood a gorgeous woman who could’ve felt her husband’s touch. The thought drove her mad. 

Deflecting those maddening thoughts, she flashed the woman a charming grin. “I could steal a chip or two from you to treat my empty stomach then,” she mused playfully, before raising a hand to attract the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have a Manhattan. And another bawl of chips for my new friend,” she ordered.

[lillianhudson]

Lillian could be anywhere right now. She could be doing anything. She could be relaxing in her suite with any company of her choice, or she could delve into her unspoken desire to feel a woman’s skin by having one of the stunning strippers give her a private dance. Yet, only one thing clogged her mind: confronting her husband. She couldn’t even imagine herself touching anyone before she’d seen the guilt in his eye; if he’d have any to begin with. Thus, she walked to the bar instead dressed in an elegant champagne lace dress, and took a seat on one of the stools. Her dark orbs wandered around, took in the mouth-watering figures putting on a show, and then turned to the closest person she could talk to. “Which drink do you suggest I have? I need something strong, but not too much so.” It was going to be a long night, after all.

[lillianhudson]

alianakeyes:

Aliana stood outside of club, contemplating whether or not she actually wanted to go in. New scenes were a little scary for her and being around large crowds of people almost always put her in a bad mood, but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Right? At least Aliana hoped it wouldn’t. Sighing softly, she clenched her handbag and headed inside, handing over the proper identification to the bouncer at the door. Once she was granted entrance, she looked around, checking out everything the club had to offer. It was quite nice. She had to admit. Since she was a gold member, Aliana was struggling to figure out just what she wanted to do first. A drink sounded like a great way to start her night. So, she turned to head to wards the bar though before she could be on her way, Aliana ran smack into someone. “Shit! Watch where you’re going.” She stated frustratingly.

Lillian was the type of person who never let her nerves show in front of others. Her mother had raised her to believe that, when you show no cracks, nobody is able to poke through them and break you. However, that meant that she had to work with everything that came her way all on her own. That very first night she walked through Indulgence’s doors, the reality of what she was about to do, who she was going to face, unsettled her inside. And yet, she found herself helpless against her need to pay her husband back in the same coin. He deserved it. 

It was this very thought that distracted the slim brunette to the point she ran into the other woman. She inhaled sharply while bringing her hands up up to shield her chest---an instinct born from all these years she’d spent teaching hand-to-hand combat. Except, of course, she didn’t make a move against the other woman. “Are you alright?” was the first thing she asked while eyeing her cautiously. However, the other’s frustrating tone irked her. “Well, you took the words right out of my mouth.. But apologies on my part.”

[lillianhudson]

I think I like being around LILLIAN HUDSON-LAHEY because she looks like GAL GADOT. SHE is 31 and I hear she’s BISEXUAL with a particular fondness for ROUGH SEX & EXHIBITIONISM, but doesn’t like DD/LG & GOLDEN SHOWERS. She’s known as being DETERMINED & INTELLIGENT but then again also known as being VINDICTIVE & OBSESSIVE. She seems to really enjoy Indulgence because she’s a GOLD member.

Born and raised in Manhattan, New York, by a dentist father and a fashion designer mother, Lillian is the oldest sibling of two. She has a slightly younger brother, and both of them were fed with golden spoons. 

Of course she enjoyed the wealth and the privileges that came along with it, but her own home made her sick. All she grew up knowing from her parents was toxicity. Her father would cheat on her and she’d scream at him because he wasn’t being discreet about it. Lillian was on her early teens when she decided she’d had enough. She’d pick up one class after the other, keep herself occupied elsewhere, outdoors, in order to keep herself sane.

From all the hobbies that she picked up, only one stuck and peaked her interest as something she’d want to do as a job: combat. Fighting helped her unleash her anger, while she found in the US army the perfect opportunity to be away from home and help others protect the country. Thus, she became a combat instructor in the army, even though she never planned on becoming a soldier herself. 

Her life took an unexpected turn during those years. At home, she suddenly became the black sheep, the disloyal child who refused to take up her mother’s business. In the army, she met her now husband, Silas. However, it took years until she returned his feelings, because at the time she’d fallen for a trainee of hers. Her eyes opened to who she really was when she fell for her. Sadly, she died during an exercise. Too devastated to continue, Lillian quit the army and returned to New York with nothing but grief and shame that she couldn’t pull through.

After returning home, her parents were back at trying to convince her to take up her mom’s brand, or at least work in it. In an attempt to salvage whatever she could of that relationship, and too consumed with grief to care about doing something fulfilling for her, she became a model for the brand---a short-lived career, that finished two years after huge success. That’s because she got involved with Silas Lahey at last. An on-off pair that settled the switch on when Lillian accidentally got pregnant by him. The two ended up getting married. Now she’s also the mother of her six-year-old Hope, and the marriage still stands however I’m not sure for how long.

In a sick twist of fate, the two of them have come close to reminding her of her parents, except she couldn’t care less about what the world thinks. She just found out that Silas is visiting Indulgence instead of staying at work late, so she became a Gold member herself. 

STRAY FACTS: 

While nowadays most models take a year off during pregnancy and then go back at it, Lillian never missed it. Instead, she stayed home to raise Hope and got herself a job as a personal combat trainer in a gym last year, when her daughter start going to school.

Before giving birth to Hope, she used to call her motorcycle and her dog “her children” and they still are don’t come @ her because she’ll fight you

Even outside of her job, she’s rather outgoing and physically active. However, at this point she hardly ever has time for anything outside of her job and her daughter.

Most of the time, she’s this disarming force that combines grace with smarts and cunningness. For the most part, she tries to see the light at the end of the tunnel and she’s pleasant company for anyone who hasn’t done her dirty.

Whenever she’s too anxious or upset, she downs one too many glasses to help her mind off her issues.

[ohsuestorm]

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

[lillianhudson]

what's your most embarassing sexy story?

“Once I had drunk hate sex with my boyfriend. Why is that embarrasing, you ask? ‘Cause I was on the verge of breaking up with him and ended up carrying his baby instead. Isn’t life great.”

[lillianhudson]

Task #01: Moodboard.

Lillian & her obsessions.