strawberry kisses.

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emira-yalman.

Needless to say, Emira would have rather been doing anything but this, as proof by how hard she had to fight back a yawn. It was almost enough to move her to tear when Clara came out of nowhere and pushed herself between Emira and her unwanted suitors. A grin on her face, Emira tried not to laugh at the rude interruption (that she thankfully couldn’t be blamed for) and gave Clara the once over. “ As do you.” She replied in kind before quickly linking arms and smiling at the older men with genuine happiness for the first time all night,. “ If you’d all excuse us, please …” She offered politely though her feet were already moving away from them. “ You–” She said when they were out of earshot . “ I will buy you your weight in diamonds for your heroics.”

getting the gist that they need to be on the move stat, clara is quick to follow with emira’s movements and walk briskly alongside her to get away from the elder men. once they are out of earshot, clara cannot help but giggle and gently pat against the female’s arm. “i’ll hold you to that.” she teases lightheartedly, simply leading her as far away from that crowd as possible towards the bar where they can hopefully, get something proper to drink. “they all looked like desperate dogs looking for a feed, it was ghastly. i had to intervene. how did they even manage to corner you like that?” the beautician asks curiously and even just a hint of concern in her voice. 

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holly-myers.

Holly loved a themed party, so when she received an invitation to the gala, she immediately decided she was going. She would go and have a fun time, especially since she didn’t have a show the next day. She made her way around, making small talk with the people she knew and the people who knew of her. The fact that people recognized her for her work would always be something that was hard to wrap her head around. “Do you mind if I join you for a moment? I’m pretty sure the beading on this dress is heavier than I am,” the petite woman asked with a laugh as she approached an open seat at one of the tables.

clara’s not paying attention to the conversation being held at the table whatsoever; if her father hadn’t requested her presence the she would have been elsewhere, perhaps finding herself some illicit substances to bring some more entertainment to the evening. mid sip of her champagne, she glances up to the woman and is quickly gesturing to the chair beside her. “no please,” she responds once swallowing, offering her a smile. “i can only imagine how much that beautiful gown is weighing you down. how did you even get yourself into that thing?”

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remykeo.

The Gala was the first event in ages that Remy could enjoy off the clock, without spending all her time in the shadow of some rich client. She was relaxed, mood as bubbly as the champagne in her glass. Scanning the crowd from the edge of the pool, she startled as someone knocked into her, but regained her balance. “Hey, watch out,” she said cheerfully. “If I fall into the pool, you’re coming with me.”

clara’s eyes too are scanning the crowd around the pool edge, though she’s on a mission to find her father. she’s merely spent the first ten minutes with her father and mother and his text message screams at her to return to them. not that she’d normally conform, but with her job on the line and the sheriff being in the spotlight, she knows that being with him for a portion of the night is important. 

deep in thought and keeping an eye out for the man, she doesn’t realise where she’s going until too late. “oh, may bad.” the raven haired female quickly turns to the woman and gives her a once over to see if she’s made her spill her drink or something alike. “trust me, you wouldn’t want to drag me in the pool with you.” she half teases.

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emira-yalman.

She loved parties, especially costume parties, but this wasn’t just another party. Being the eldest child of a billionaire should have been carefree, but more often than she lived, Emira had to attend uptight events and stay glued to her father’s side. Bright lights and cameras everywhere meant that she couldn’t let loose or make any mistakes, so naturally she was feeling miserable. Standing among a group of old men who clamored around her like a future trophy wife or an interview for a Turkish mail order bride, all Emira could do was cheers her dry, bland champagne and wish not only for a stronger drink, but for someone who would recuse her from the boring conversation.

whilst growing up, clara was know for being a little princess at such glamorous and high end events such as the calhoun gala. with age, however, the sheriff’s daughter’s become a little more mischievous and cheeky, liking to push the boundaries on her polished, powerful young woman reputation. with her job on the line and ‘daddy’s too, she’s being careful not to make a wrong move. taking a moment to step away from her parents, she notices emira’s familiar face looking rather drawn and bored from the conversation she seems to be having. clara makes her way over whilst taking a fresh glass of bubbly from a waiter to add for some entertainment, but also so she’s not seen lingering on her own. “well well, don’t you just look divine.” she greets as she stands next to the beauty, completely interrupting an older gentlemen. “there was someone i actually wanted you to meet,” lies. “do you think i could borrow you for a moment?”

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[esmenunz]

@ofclaragarcia

[ofclaragarcia]

THE CALHOUN FAMILY PRESENTS: 90TH ANNUAL CALHOUN CHARITY GALA

CLARA GARCIA’S GREAT GATSBY INSPIRED OUTFIT

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cassieontop.

Cassie smirked, glancing up at her. “Different kind of bruises.” She leaned forward, lifting her shoulders to her chin. “The less fun kind.” Cassie pushed herself to her feet, brushing her hands off on her shorts. “Right, okay.” She skipped over and grabbed hold of one of the poles, “So, first thing that a lot of people don’t know, the pole spins. It’s meant to spin.” She twisted her hand back and forth to show off how it moved. “So if you want to get used to spinning on it, like this.” Cassie angled herself and jumped onto it, wrapping her legs around and spinning a few times, before crossing her legs around and letting go with her hands. 

clara follows closely behind cassie; obviously she’s going to be watching like a hawk as she does when learning but there’s going to be some laughs and moments of a more free spirited side to clara only a handful of people get to see. “it moves?” the girl asks as confusion settles upon her face; the poles she’d only ever danced on for fun in bars and in private did not move so it’s only fair that the fact surprises her. with a few steps over to the pole next to cassie’s, clara moves her hand back and forth and she hums when the pole does in fact move. “so, like...” the female grabs the pole up high before stepping and pivoting around the pole. 

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sophwills.

“That’s the point of those who bartend, I believe.” While she knew some enjoyed their job, because it could easily be a lot easier than just standing there, talking to people, and pouring drinks. However, she didn’t believe that someone grew up to want this kind of job. It was just an in between. “What do you do?” Soph asked, wondering where these words of wisdom came from.

again, clara bites her tongue and simply clears her throat. she knows quite a few people that have made a career out of bartending and who really enjoy it, but she’s not going to waste her time talking about their experiences when the girl before her might not be interested. “i’m the manager at the spa in the maverick.” she replies with pride.

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aidencalhoun.

STARTER | CLARA GARCIA ( @ofclaragarcia )

Most people would find it weird to be working in the same place as your ex-girlfriend. Especially if you consider Aiden and Clara’s past history. Despite their complicated past, when Clara came back to Vegas the pair picked up right where they left all those years ago. Their relationship was far from normal but there was a mutual understanding that seemed to work for them. With his day slower than usual, Aiden decided to head down to the hotel’s spa to harass Clara. Walking inside, he gives a playful wink to the front desk receptionist causing her flush before going to get her boss. “Got enough time for an old client?” Aiden smirks, resting against the front counter. “Was thinking we could grab a bite to eat, but if you play nice maybe I’ll even let you give me a back rub when we’re done.”

clara looks up from her computer as the giggling receptionist enters her office and she just knows that the girl’s encountered a hot customer by the way she stands in the doorway, cheeks rosy. “aiden’s here.” clara now knows why the girl’s so giddy because obviously women talk, and what young girl working or even staying in the maverick didn’t have a crush on aiden? clara, kind of. she cannot put her finger on what it is she feels towards him but it’s something she doesn’t like to delve into much. the manager walks out to reception only to find aiden against the counter and she smirks right back at him. “a bite to eat? sounds delightful. i suppose i can let you steal me away.” she says before turning to the girl at the counter, declaring that she’ll be out and not to disturb her. “this better be worth my time playboy.” the lady teases, making her way out of the spa complex.

[daily-riverdale]

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Camila Mendes for ‘New York Moves Magazine’ (April 2017)

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beau--darling.

Beau always got giddy at the prospect of making knew friends. As he small frame relaxed into the grove of the seat in the hot tub, Beau smiled up at the brunette innocently, that expression soon changing. The woman took off her robe and Beau’s both was slightly agape. She didn’t want to be a creep or disrespectful, but it was hard not to notice the woman’s figure in her swimsuit. Hoping she had a smooth and quick recovery, Beau cleared her throat and sat up straight in spite of her face flushing at the woman’s comment. “ Ha..yeah…um…” She chuckled awkwardly, having no clever comeback at all. Instead she only took a sip of liquid courage, trying to get her friendly smile back in order as the woman made herself comfortable. “ Yeah, I’l bet… I mean, I have too – I mean I was….before…Now I am… In…here…” She chuckled dryly again, taking another sip if only to shut herself up.

the girl’s stammering basically gives away that clara has made her nervous and it’s simply adding to the woman’s confidence. it’s rather adorable and it brings a grin to the beautician’s lips nonetheless. her tongue glides along her lesser lip before nibbling on the corner in a flirtatious manner, wanting the other woman to know she finds her cute. “and what exactly were you doing before coming here?” clara asks to continue to engage in conversation, keeping her arms somewhat away from herself so the jets can massage her arms also. clara eyes off the glass of champagne, sitting in thought for a few moments before doing as she always does, imposing. “care to share your champagne? i can order the next one.” the lady suggests, truth spoken in her words; that’s how clara tends to work - round for round. 

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evemasters.

At the sight of a familiar face, Eve smile only grows wider. The night may’ve started off alone but she was happy to spend a meal catching up with someone she’s grown to know since her time in Vegas. “Well, thank you, Clara. I can say the same for you as well, although I’m sure you already knew that.” Taking a seat at the table, Eve is quick to order a bottle of champagne to celebrate. “How’ve you been, Clara? I’m surprised to see you hanging around the Maverick after spa hours.”

it brings a smile to clara’s lips when eve knows her all too well; most people she comes to see often know that the manager is a confident woman and it’s no surprise that eve has come to know that too. “trust me, if i had it my way i would have met up with a family relative back at my place though alas, i didn’t quite get that choice. but then i wouldn’t be able to share an evening with you so it was meant to be.” she replies after taking her seat, setting her purse down by her feet. “i’ve been good thank you, and yourself? i do believe it’s coming up to your birthday is it not - wait, is this why you’ve got a table?”

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naomisinclair.

Now it was Naomi’s turn to let out fake dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended by her friend’s remarks. “I’ve always known you to be sassy, but never cruel.” Tsking beneath her breath, Naomi continues to feign her disapproval. “And I never thought you’d cut our bonding time short for a client.” She teasingly counters, knowing how important her job at Maverick was. “Have I ever told you that you’re adorable when you get all feisty and are willing to threaten little fuckers livers on my behalf? It’s so precious, so cute.”

“well excuse me,” clara huffs sarcastically, refraining from chuckling as she reaches into the bag and steals a few fries. “if you wanted to go on a date with me, all you had to do was ask.” the girl sasses teasingly, gentling giving naomi’s arm a nudge with her elbow before flashing her a rather innocent grin. “i will do anything if it means you get what you need; even if i have to hold a gun to a man’s head. and yes, you have, but keep feeding me the compliments. you know it fuels my ego.” 

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dimitri--armitage.

It was only common decency that he seemed to have a shred left of that had him dressing himself before the young lady, but she was quick to let him know she preferred him naked, which was enough to make the Welshman chuckle as he turned back towards her. Shameless as he slowly looked her from head to toe and back, Dimitri considered it fair given her comments, he noted mentally that she was an attractive, fit woman well worth his time and attention. “ They look almost as good as you do.” He smiled, hands on his hips as he left himself to the elements save for his knickers. “And what exactly do you intend to make me do if I were to remove them again? I do believe you’ve seen all I have to offer, and I would hope you intention wouldn’t be to make me stand here as I came into the world while you call the police for exposing myself to such a fine young lady.”

the last thing on clara’s mind is to call the cops on him and the comment causes the young woman to snicker in amusement. she glances down to the ground for a mere moment simply so she can trail her eyes up his body again before making eye contact once more. “first of all,” clara pauses, gradually making her way closer to the older lad with that hunger still present in her gaze and becoming more prominent the closer she gets to him. “i’m not calling the cops. i thought that was obvious. secondly,” she lingers on the word for a moment as she flirtatiously and gently nibbles on her lesser lip. “i would make you get back in your car and take me back to your place. or, you know, you could do what you wanted. choice is yours.”

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peytcnash.

Peyton had heard many stories, but she had a hard time believing that people were convinced that she was some kind of angel. In fact, she believed that most people didn’t fall for the illusion she believed she fed people. “I sure will do that, but I’m not being paid to deal with spoilt brat  — so count yourself lucky.” The girl said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Enjoy yourself — stay out of trouble.”

clara knows she’s spoilt and if it gets her what she wants, so be it. she, however, takes more pride in her own accomplishments away from her father’s help though she doesn’t have enough care for this conversation to start talking about the reputation she’s currently building for herself as a business woman. a smirk settles on her lips nonetheless as she brings the menthol to her lips, sucking on the end so she can light it. she holds in the smoke as she pulls the stick away and tilts her head. “oh i’ll try.” clara mutters, blowing the smoke out in the other woman’s direction. 

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calliopejade.

Calliope smiled, biting down on the inside of her cheek for a moment while she waited on her next drink. “Your whole life, wow. I imagine you would then, given how popular it is with people from all over the fucking place,” she said. The blonde nodded. “Singer and lead guitarist for a band,” she told her. “We’re working on our second album right now, and we’ve been playing a bunch of gigs in the meantime.”

“you can only imagine the people i’ve encountered, though i can imagine the one’s you do as well. the fresh twenty one year olds have got to be a couple of my favourite to talk to; the shit that comes out of their mouth is unbelievable.” clara chuckles with a shake of her head, chin lifting slightly as the bartender brings over their drinks. handing over the bartender the money for both of their drinks, she hums in delight as she pulls her mai tai closer to herself. “ooh, a woman of many talents; i like that. you must be good if you’re working on a second album. i’d love to hear you guys sometime.”

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cassieontop.

STARTER: CLARA GARCIA || @ofclaragarcia

“Remember to wear shorts,” she quickly typed as she went through the reception of the gym. It was probably a bit late, Clara had most likely already left home. She’d meant to sent that text an hour ago and forgot, but it was the thought that counts, right? Cassie had mentioned it when the topic of teaching her friend some pole dancing had originally come up. She pushed through the to the large hall with six poles inside and pulled her hoodie off, chucking it on the floor in the corner. Cassie had been very glad to see they had floor to ceiling poles instead of stand alone ones, which wobbled quite a bit and had hardly any height. Rubbish for beginners. After pushing off her trainers the door went and Cassie grinned when she saw Clara. “Hey! Good timing. I hope you’re alright leaving with a few bruises.”

with the heat starting to rise in the past coming weeks, cassie’s lucky that the only option for clara is to wear shorts, otherwise she has no shame in pole dancing in her underwear even if there other people in the room. also, she simply loves seeing how good her ass looks in the shorts she has on. the spa manager reads the text as she’s walking into the gym, snickering to herself not surprised at all that cassie must have forgotten to send it earlier. nevertheless, she greets her friend with a smile as she walks into the hall, gym bag slung over her shoulder. “it’s me you’re talking to, when do i not have bruises all over me?” the female teases with a suggestive smirk before a soft laugh escapes. setting her bag against the wall and kicking off her trainers, she makes her way over to cassie. “i’m ready. let’s do this.”