LIVING LOUDLY ;

hester sterling yazdani. 26 years old. queens. pizza delivery driver. astrophysicist. winona bradshaw. 47 years old. manhattan. owner of 1 oak nightclub. private bdsm society founder.

[wcmen]

      “admittedly, i didn’t think you’d come when i sent out that invitation,” winona confessed, having wandered to where lillian was sitting in the corner - seemingly minding her own business until her ex had appeared out of thin air. a trick winona perfected over the years. “but i am genuinely glad to see you. it’s been some time, hasn’t it?” the brunette decided to sit a seat away from lillian. far enough not to test the other’s comfort level, but close enough not to scream awkward and stranger. “how do you like what i’ve done?” she asked, if only to ease into conversation, gesturing to 1 oak’s decorations and details. “i’d give myself a clap on the back, but i’m afraid i can’t reach anymore.” a joke to further lighten the mood. 

@lcvingness​

[wcmen]

      “ - well then fix it. or i will. and you won’t want me to, richard.” irritated, winona hung up the call and shoved her cell back into her bra. it was almost a crime not every dress came with those hidden pockets, nowadays. they were such a handy invention. realizing footsteps behind her, winona turned with a charismatic grin cast in their direction - relaxing the act when she noticed it was only her dearest friend. “katherine! i’m sorry if you overheard that. bit of business at a party is never fun. i’m so glad you could make it. enjoying yourself, babe?” 

@kvthcrine​

[wcmen]

      “there’s hundreds of women here and you’re really trying to sleep with the owner?” not that sterling blamed bowie. older, attractive, had their shit seemingly together? yeah, her type too. except 1 oak’s owner was all ‘bad girl’ vibes and well... the woman sterling had her crush on stood on the opposite end of the spectrum. a woman she didn’t think would lead her on or fuck her over, not like bowie’s crush might. or maybe bowie didn’t mind that either. “you sure you want to get involved with that?”

@ofbowies​

[lcvingness]

‘‘this is it,’‘ marlow spoke up, rising from her seat to hover over the two fish bowls presenting on the table, both of them filled to the rim with moscato wine, vodka, blue curacao, pineapple juice and sprite all mixed together into a lovely blue mixture topped with lemon, lime and orange slices. in other words: half a gallon of pure fucking poison. ‘‘first one to down this bowl gets not one but two prices, one … they get to keep their dignity … secondly, they get to strip down one piece of the loser’s clothing and receive a lapdance. so the question is … who’s in? this could be your moment. a victory that could be yours, if you win from the champion, that is…!’‘

[wcmen]

      “and who the fuck said i wanted a lapdance from you, marlow?” sterling taunted - albeit harmlessly - in reply. she was down for the alcohol, but the stripping? god, at least her sisters hadn’t shown up to this thing. if she’d seen one of them going through with this little bet, she might have come unglued. hypocrisy at its finest? maybe. but then again, she was their guardian. “alright, i’m in. but if you cheat, i’m kicking your ass out of here.” sterling lined up for the drinks, eyeing it with a bit of distaste. she had had her fun college days, and this seemed a bit excessive. but the young woman decided to say fuck it to reasoning. 

[wcmen]

      “ok but can you just hold the door closed, because i think some asshole managed to break the lock and i don’t want another woman walking in on me,” sterling insisted to devon, after the two had wandered off to the restroom to freshen up. before devon had the chance to fully shut the stall door, the brunette peeked her head out again, “wait wait wait, unless it’s a really hot older woman with long, chestnut hair. in which case i’ll probably manage. don’t ask who though.” 

@saltwound​

[elknurse]

     Esther crossed her legs, tapping her heel against the ground. Adolescence and adulthood had been crammed with the glittering drinks and silk garb, intellectuals bartering back and forth, duck roasted to a perfect medium rare.

     That being said, Esther had grown humble, trekking through the rocky peaks and twisted rain forests of Asia. The delicacy of caviar was nothing compared to cracking open a roast sheep’s head in Kazakhstan. These polished floors were no longer her element. The large crowd made her frustrated, and her collar all the more itchy. She tugged on it as she sunk into a cushioned seat in the corner of the room, an Earhart in her hand.

     The doctor took a much needed sip, glancing at her watch for the soonest, most acceptable time to bail, “If you needed medical advice, you should have made an appointment. Can’t you see I’m enjoying myself to the fullest?”

[wcmen]

      “if that was a tease about my age and how i’m unable to handle a party because of it, color me thoroughly offended,” the brunette tsked, moving to sit across from the younger woman. winona ran a hand through her styled locks, feeling the beginning of a migraine forming. she would have to remember to drink water, and a few advil, later. for now, she simply needed a breather. “i’ll have you know, i’m as youthful as any 20-something year old waltzing into this place.” she glanced aside, “why aren’t you out there enjoying yourself?” 

[wcmen]

STERLING YAZDANI ( GUEST )

            & 

                  WINONA BRADSHAW ( HOST ).

[luckersnwalsh]

“ and i told her, i said it straight to her face, this is n o t possible, but did she fucking listen to me? no! so now i’m running around every local church in - which is a fuck ton, can i just add - trying to track down one christening certificate. ” deep breath, girl. jules slammed down her cocktail glass, probably splashing her conversation partner with vodka as she does. “ and that was just tuesday. i don’t even want to go in on monday. “

“ god i’m sorry, this is boring, right ? what is it you do again ?”

[wcmen]

      “boring is putting it lightly, dear,” winona teased, ignoring the spare droplets of vodka that had managed to end up on her dress. she doubted she’d remain in the outfit for long, anyway. not that the older woman planned to resort to a coyote ugly remake, no. the brunette simply didn’t believe her night would end up a lonely one. “and i run a club. called 1 oak. perhaps you’ve heard of it?” this time, her lips curled into a devilish smirk. 

[wcmen]

bledbad‌:

evie made it no secret that she hated working. if it were up to her, she would be permanently planted on some beach somewhere, with her feet in the air and a cocktail in her hand. but still, for now, she had to work a job. and as far as jobs went, waitressing at 1 oak’s wasn’t too bad. and as far was bosses went? well, evie couldn’t imagine anyone better than winona. she was tough, sure, but evie needed that sometimes. besides, she liked the woman. more than that, respected her — and evie’s respect was hard earned. this was the longest she had ever held down a job, so clearly something was working. she spotted the woman throwing a fit from down the bar, making her way over to watch the scene unfold up close. she arrived just as the argument came to a head, biting back a laugh as the woman stormed off. she certainly wasn’t the first of winona’s jilted lovers evie had watched flee the club. she set her drink tray down at the bar, a wide grin curling the corners of her lips. “a nun, huh? sounds like a great way to meet women.” she teased, watching winona toss back the shot. for all the drinks evie had drunk (and she had drunk a lot of drinks) she still didn’t like the taste of alcohol. and she certainly didn’t look as cool drinking it as winona did. “still breaking hearts, boss?”

      “can’t say i’ve ever wanted to roleplay a nun in bed, but i’ll leave the option available if i’m desperate enough,” the older woman replied with a mischievous tint to her tone. she moved to make another shot, deciding that now was a good time to be far more drunk than sober. “why on earth would you assume i’m the one breaking hearts?” the nightclub owner tsked with a smirk hidden behind long, lustrous hair. she never had a strand out of place; winona had learned years ago to pretend to be at your best, even while at your worst. such was the trick that got her to where she was now. vulnerable foster girl turned empress of new york city. a riveting arc every magazine would sell their soul over - if winona wanted to go down in history as a sob story. and she did not. “perhaps i’m the one with the broken heart. i do have one, you know. a heart. it’s somewhere in there,” she gestured half-assedly to her chest. “behind the flawless skin and perfect chest.” skimming evie for a moment, winona prompted the girl, “how is work going tonight? broken any hearts, yourself, since your shift started?” 

[wcmen]

kvthcrine‌:

katherine really had to stop wearing a watch. whether she was checking it out of a nervous tick or to confirm how late someone was, her eyes were wearing that damn thing out. the club was already way out of her comfort zone, her being in a booth on her own just made it that much worse. “was it the traffic or did you just leave thirty minutes after you told me you left?” she replied, giving the other and incredulous look. her eyes widened at the others next words and she instinctively looked around to make sure no one was in earshot of them. “okay, first of all, there’s no need to be so loud. and second, i did this for us. girls night or whatever it is you call it. besides, i knew you’d have something to say about any of the other ten outfits i tried on before coming here.” she brushed her hair behind her shoulders and adjusted her dress when the waitress suddenly appeared with their waters. she ordered herself a scotch on the rocks with a please and thank you. “as proud of you and this club as i am, don’t you think it’s time we drink in the comfort of our own homes like the old women we are?”

      “ah, ah, ah,” winona began with brows and single index finger lifted, “now - what did we say about leaving the attitude at the door? i’ll have none of that bad energy ruining our girls’ night.” a simple means to slip out of the valid, incredulous look katherine shot her way. winona was always ‘fashionably’ late. such was her specialty, if anyone wanted to look at it from her point of view. “i wasn’t aware one could be loud in a club,” the brunette teased the politician, watching as she squirmed at the sound of her love affair’s name being spoken aloud. almost like an incantation! say evie’s name three times and the sugar baby would appear out of thin air, palm up and lipstick smeared. yes, winona could see why the redhead had become fond of the girl. she, herself, was fond of evie in more of a platonic manner. like that of a mentor, boss, and family. not that she would admit the last aloud. “you changed your outfit ten times and you can’t believe i was late? hypocrisy. you politicians are best at it, i swear.” smirking, winona sat back in her throne seat, “we are not old women. and you’d do well to remember that, with your little situation going on. if you can manage a side hustle, you’ve got youth in there somewhere. now, what drink should we down first, mm?” 

[heartplead]

👔  :    iris  notices  that  winona’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .     —- ft. @wcmen 

   nothing tops a lady in a suit.   it’s fun  &.  all,   chasing each other’s eyes where the moon watches nothin’ but their backs.  a hall filled with the choir of flutter  &. small talk,  but gaze drifts in mutual fever.  what is it tonight?  a full moon?  whatever it is,  iris spins around corner with first her gut to confirm she’s being followed—- then the physical, visual proof of it.  she stands tall,  reeking of power  &. confidence,  making match where their age cannot.   empty hallways lead them through empty hallways and it’s unlikely for an intruder… but it’s possible,  isn’t it?  smirk’s clamped down with front tooth.  eyes are greedy,  unabashed.  they halt at the hardly revealed skin peeking through failed button.  iris meets the nameless woman half way,  eyes never leaving eyes now,  not even when digit reaches for the button below.  it gives way easily,  wanting to be tugged.  one released button is a burden,  two released buttons is no mistake.       ‘   oops.  ‘

[wcmen]

      a fashion disaster or a saving grace? winona wasn’t able to tell at the moment - given the nimble fingers reaching to undo yet another button on her outfit. she watched with a subtle, satisfied smirk painting itself across her lips. striking blue eyes lifted to catch the girl’s, a challenging brow following in suit, “don’t tell me you’re going to stop there?” her tone of voice was playfully mocking, as if directing the scene without needing to lay a finger on her newfound company. such was a gift she’d learned since founding her society. “unbutton the rest.” this time, the words acted like a command, said with raspy inclination to fulfill the desire she’d had since the girl attracted her attention. no one would come. and if they did? winona wouldn’t care. 

[wcmen]

continued from here ! 

      the feeling of hesitant, slender arms wrapping around her provided a nice safety net in case the girl decided to move around. winona relaxed into the embrace with an amused smile, wrapping one perfectly toned thigh over the next. with their current company chatting amongst one another, it was easy for bowie to slip a naughty - albeit cheesy - suggestion into her ear, the warm breath causing winona’s eyes to darken on their own accord. oh, but she liked to tease this one. had been for some time, watching as it drove the poor creature mad with hunger. 

      “it’s cute how badly you want to taste me,” the nightclub owner voiced quietly in return, unashamed of her direct observation. eyes remaining ahead, winona shifted a little on the girl’s lap, ass pressing further into bowie’s pelvis, craving a whine more than anything from her. “unfortunately, you’ll have to behave yourself, dear. i’m working tonight.” and every other night she wanted this game to drag along. 

@ofbowies​

[docfarzad]

[wcmen]

🎵 ( u kno who )

1. consider me by allen stone  2. brown eyed girl by van morrison 3. your song by ellie goulding  4. latch by sam smith 5. she keeps me warm by mary lambert 6. sexual by zara larsson  7. angel by shaggy 8. so into you by tamia 9. follow me by uncle kracker 10. the way i am by ingrid michaelson

[wcmen]

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did (for winona!)

      another person put in their place. or in winona terms, another day. running a business and a secret society meant needing to own a backbone and then some. her venomous words could border on entirely cruel, but at least her quips were funny. “if you find that hilarious,” the brunette started with a prideful smile adorning her features, taking the other woman’s arm in hers, “then come with me. i’ve plenty to show you.” 

[wcmen]

[ yell + ] (winona)

      after the redhead had ranted and raved and practically yelled for an hour, winona decided to finally put an end to the performance. the brunette stood, stalking over to her dearest friend as if she hadn’t raged like forest fire a minute ago. with a calm, almost serene aura about her, winona lifted her palms to the side of katherine’s face and forced the overwhelmed and over-stressed politician to look her in the eyes - typically piercing blues settled into soft skies. “listen to me, katherine. you have never disappointed in anything that you’ve put your mind to. yes, there have been setbacks, and obstacles near impossible to overcome, and generous assholes making all that fun shit happen for you. but you are strong, and resilient, and you’ll do this one way or another. i believe that. truly.” her hands moved away to katherine’s arms, right hand smacking it gently, “now then, you need to stop spiking everyone’s fucking heart rate like this. you’d do better having angry hate sex to get your frustrations out. at least then you’ll be losing calories.” 

[wcmen]

💅 (sterling)

      “everyone’s always like ‘oh my god, i’m so glad i’m not a boy. because if i got excited, i’d get an erection, and then i’d be so embarrassed,’” sterling hummed as she continued to paint bowie’s nails, growing more competitive with every mistake she made. she wanted it to be pretty - not look like some damn five year old took watercolor paints and threw it on the other woman’s hand. but she was never a fan of doing things like this, so she didn’t have the practice. “but y’know what? you take one look at a gay gal’s nails, and you can tell how long it’s been since she’s gotten laid. and that’s way worse, in my opinion. like...can’t i be a nun in peace??”