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Why do you say that? They will probably always think about you and how you’re working to help them.
I kinda doubt that really. Once the money is gone, they will forget about me and probably only wish it could have been more.
‘’Never?’’ Scott looked at her almost in shock for a moment as they walked. ‘’It’s one of the best things to make someone orgasm, or not to let them for a long while until they can’t take anymore and even the lightest touch can set them off. It’s fun to me to control things that way. Oral but short is no oral, oral needs to be good, long and proper.’’ He smirked, being direct as usual. ‘’This way, kitten.’’ He turned a corner and opened the doors there to his suite. ‘’After you.’’
The girl watched the guy explain amazed while he explained, somehow the thought scared her but the excitement lit up a spark in her big dark eyes. She hated how she couldn’t talk so open about these things and just hoped that with experience this would shrink to be less frightening. Stepping inside the suite, she took a look around and was still amazed even though she had seen those so many times. Turning around to the man following behind her, she wondered and dared to sk. “Would you... show me?”
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“I listen to all types,” he said. He didn’t really have a genre that he preferred one over the other - he was very open-minded and eclectic when it came to music, and a lot of his interests didn’t make sense. He watched her as she moved closer to him once more, her hips swaying to the beat of the music, the movements precise, deliberate. “I do, but I’m awful at it,” he said. “I think I’d much rather just watch you, if you don’t mind.”
She almost pouted as her request was denied but then moved forward to him completely, pushing against his chest lightly until she had shoved him against the wall to make more free room for herself. Drunk dancing was probably not accurate, the girl laughed while she copied the moves she had seen from a music video to this particular song, shoving off as he had told her to do. Her confidence was high with the alcohol in her system but so was her silly, fun nature coming out.
And I will make thee beds of roses
bed of flowers ❀❀❀ modern day verse
“Why are you so sure of that?” he inquired, thinking that she couldn’t be more wrong. He was open-minded and enjoyed a multitude of things. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he would enjoy her dancing. “Of course you may,” he said, retreating to the record player sitting on his dresser. “What would you like?” he asked. “Go through my collection, if you please,” he said, beckoning at the bookshelf filled with records, expecting her to sift through them until she found one that she liked. “They’re sorted by genre then put in alphabetical order by artist,” he explained. “Would I join in? You want to see my dance?” he asked.
She bounced a little lightheaded already from all the alcohol towards the bookshelf he pointed her to, picking out some random mix that had had some clubby sounds on it. “I’m not sure.. what kind of music do you usually listen to?” She asked, curiously while turning the player on and sauntering her way back to the man, making sure to do it in the tact of the music and her hips would swing along. “Yes I do. Don’t you like to dance?”
“That definitely counts,” he assured her. He’d always been a fan of attending dance recitals and ballets, though he himself wasn’t talented at it. He had rhythm, yes, but that was the extent of it. “That’s a lot harder than people think,” he said. “To not have a dance broken down for you, to instead watch something and imitate it at the same speed that the people themselves are doing it… It’s difficult,” he said. “Would you dance for me?”
Ever since she was a child she had admired Ballets and wished for herself to learn it. Yet her parents refused to pay those classes for her, even if they would have been able to afford it which they weren’t, she would have never been taught these things. She herself on her own could do only so much, but most of the time she was feeling pretty encouraged and switched over to street dance and those things instead. “I would... but I’m not sure you would like my dancing style.” He admitted with a slight blush on her cheeks, but she was drunk enough to make a food of herself. “Umm.. Could I have music?” That would make it a lot easier. “And would you join in?” She asked, hopeful.
No, of course not. It’s just when someone dies you don’t really think about them all that much, do you? Not the same way anyway.
Depending on who it is... but I don’t think your dad would. The bigger risk is my parents forgetting about me than in your case.
“D’you want to change into something else to make you more comfortable?” he asked her with a small smirk.
“I suppose it would be a good idea, no?” She glanced down once quickly at the sweats and tank she wore since two days. “Unless you don’t care that you’re all suited up and your company is... well...” She gestured once up and down herself.
‘’Oh don’t you worry, anyone can learn!’’ He smiled happily at her, she was near perfect and for now all his. ‘’I’m sure you won’t disappoint me, you’re already great to me, kitten.’’ He smirked as he pressed the button for the elevator to come down. ‘’So what kind of experience do you have with men? Be specific.’’
She let out a sigh, feeling visibly comfortable about answering this part. “I’ve had two boyfriends at home.” She explained honestly, leaving the girl-on-girl experiences with her best friend out on purpose -- that wasn’t what he wanted to know. “Well, I’m not a virgin anymore but...” Stammering at the last part, then suddenly she bursted out quickly. “I’ve never had an orgasm from a male.” Probably why she grew to like girls lately, even though she had always found men to be more appealing to the eye. “Well it wasn’t really special. I have... done oral but short. No.. anal though.” Ugh. Why was she still so extraordinary awkward about those things. "Honestly? There's not much to tell you, Sir."
Maybe, but I can’t be sure.
It’s your dad. Do you doubt his love?
Yeah, I know you’re right. It’s just- I don’t want to be forgotten, you know? I want to know that at least someone out there still thinks about me. But I know it’s just selfish.
I’m sure he would never forget about you. No matter what he thinks where you are.