HIGH ALL THE TIME

@wxstedheart

Indie rp blog "I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying." Contains potentially triggering and sexual content.

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TEXT || fucktoy #2

leah: i told you i was sorry, didn't i?

leah: could you please get over it and stop with the silent treatment

leah: we never said this was exclusive

#open #s:Leah #indie rp #indie gay rp #boy or girl #she's a serial cheater

Willow didn’t expect anyone to be in her room, because no one was ever in her room. It was an official rule set my her elder brother. The princess of the gang, locked away in her ivory basement. “Holy shit.” She hurried to shut it, chaining it locked — her own idea. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Willow had wanted to see this man. This insane man who knew more than she could ever have dreamed. It was exciting to her, even if he’d conned her out of millions.

Cass smirked, cocking his head to the side and looking Willow up and down slowly. He'd done a bit more research on her since he last saw the girl. Hard to come up with much, she was practically off the grid. Her brother, on the other hand, was easier to find. If not through the search engines, then through his reputation. "Just came to say hello. I wanted to make sure you didn't get in to much trouble for letting me get away the last time," he explained, crossing his legs underneath him.

#c:Cass #indiejfc

Cass didn't normally spend much time thinking about people besides himself. There was no point to it, it didn't benefit him in any way. If anything, it hindered his normally fast pace mind. But Willow was difficult to forget about. So he went back to find her, sitting quietly on her tiny bed, his legs crossed as he flipped through a book on her shelf.

"Hello again," he smirked, when the door opened, "Funny meeting you here."

#s:Cass #only a few days late...#indiejfc

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”O-Oh. I didn’t realize you had someone…else over.” Conrad muttered, looking at the other and their date. He bit his lip as he stepped back, internally sighing. He was such an idiot.

Leah glanced up, looking between the man and the dozing woman in her bed. Fuck. "Conrad I- you're early," she stuttered, clambering out of the bed and out of the room, closing the door behind her. "If I'd known you were coming over I would have... cleaned up first."

#c:Leah #devxls

Jakub shook his head. “It isn’t hookin’. Hooking is when you simply exchange sex for money. Conning is making them trust you and letting them think that giving you money is their idea.” He explained calmly. “Does he?” Jakub grinned. That made his job easier. Men usually said yes if sex was somehow involved. “How’s his charity giving? Does he just give a few thousand for show, does he go out and meet the people? Or does he like to play hero?”

"Right. Sorry. My mistake," Cass allowed, rolling his eyes. It all sounded pretty darn similar to him. If not hooking than at least escorting. But whatever, who was he to complain. If it worked, than it worked. "Good news for you, huh?" Cass asked, raising an eyebrow. "As far as I can tell, he only donates to charities his wife is heavily involved in. And it's not a lot, considering his fortune. I believe he's of the belief that poor people are poor because of their own mistakes."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"… Willow." She sighed, shaking her head. This man knew things that she couldn’t possibly dream of knowing. He had clients and computer skills. He knew things. And Willow was just some thief from the hood. Maybe that’s why she was watching so closely, trying to understand what world he must’ve come from.

Catching the stick, Willow frowned, rolling it between her fingers. “It’s… It was in your computer.” She reasoned slowly. “So… Leave that too?” Willow took a step back, guarding the door. She’d been on the other side of thievery often enough to sense it. “… One of the boys goes with you to get the money.”

"Like the tree?" he asked, sending her a small smile. Now he just needed to find her last name. It shouldn't be to hard, how many young girls named Willow were also thieves and most likely gang members. People like that had to have some sort of record. Foster care, juvie. They were easy enough to get information on.

Cass eyebrows raised, his smile growing into a full smirk. "Pretty and smart. You're to clever to be followed around by those idiots. Clever enough to do something actually worth your time," Cass mused, looking her up and down slowly. The USB was blank. Cass had erased it when he copied the file onto his own computer. He was impressed that she'd caught on to his little trick. "Unfortunately, I don't negotiate with criminals. It was nice meeting you though, Willow. If you ever feel like doing something fun, I left my number on a file in the USB."

He smiled gently, turning and launching himself up towards the window, stepping out onto the slim ledge. It was a long way to fall. And the next roof wasn't close. Taking a deep breath, he jumped, his fingers just barely catching the lip of the roof. Sighing in relief, he pulled himself on the top, jumping to his feet and turning back around to wave at the pretty girl he left behind.

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"Rosa." Willow lied. She’d gotten used to using that name for police officers or store managers. Plenty people asked, and she was very keen on not telling them the truth. There was hardly anyone outside of the gang who knew her real name; her brother had a rule about that. Most of the other gangs weren’t supposed to know she existed.

She let out a quiet laugh. “He looked like a hot shot… I can’t believe.” Willow glancing through the code, trying to make sense of it. Even though she knew she couldn’t, Willow was beyond curious as to how he had done it. “Fifty million.” She decided. “You wanna walk out of here with this, you pay me fifty million. In cash.”

"What's your real name?" he asked again, glancing up at her with a smirk. He wanted to keep her talking, keep her distracted from what exactly he was doing on his laptop. He doubted she'd know what was happening, even if he let her watch with her full attention. But better safe than sorry.

Once the code was finally finished, Cass ejected the USB, closing his laptop and sticking it back in the safety of his bag. "Fifty million, huh?" he repeated, smirking softly. "I don't have fifty million on me in cash sweetheart. But here," he said, tossing her the stick. "You hold onto that for me, and I'll get it for you. It won't take more than a few hours."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"Good deal, then." Jakub smirked, shaking his head. It had been a surreal experience, but he’d been very happy with it. He’d gotten out alive. "… Well, screwing the girls is an easy way in. Unless he’s got an inclination towards men." He hummed. "My specialty is usually screwing the wife and having her giving me the money. You talk about investments or a hole that you’ve dug yourself into and, well, wives want to take care of you."

"For me at least." Cass had gotten everything he'd possibly wanted from the situation. The money, and a cute guy to get him off. It couldn't have gone any better, as far as he was concerned. "You sound like a hooker," Cass mused, thinking. He knew of live in boyfriends- more typically for men- who took care of their much younger partner in exchange for sex, and a good looking boy to hang off their arm. "The man- Richard- we know he's enjoyed a male escort on occasion. More often than a female." Cass ran a hand through his hair. "If we're screwing siblings, I've got dibs on the one over the age of eighteen."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"None of your business." Willow didn’t think their little gang would frighten this man. He had a dangerous air. Different than the Crips or the Bloods. Something about the man was captivating. Even when he was wiping his hands all over her, Willow found herself drawn to him, trying to figure out who he was and what she had found.

She looked over, a slow smile curving onto her lips. “Oh my god.” Willow didn’t choose her victims, but something like this made she wished she had. “I-I would’ve thrown this out.” She admitted quietly. Computers weren’t her strong suit; she hadn’t had the chance to be around many. Even if she kept the code, Willow couldn’t do a damn thing with it. “How did you find out about this?”

Cass turned to her, his mouth quirking up in a smirk. "Fine then. What's your name?" he asked instead. He wanted to place this fiery brunette in his mind, figure out who exactly she was. Whoever she was, she was braver than most of the people he knew. She was one of the first to step into an empty room with him.

"Good thing for me you didn't. Not so good for them," Cass smirked, typing a few things into his laptop before looking back at her. "Friend or a friend. Somebody let it slip that a nobody had created this thing for a foreign competitor. Figured it'd be useful for my particular client, for the right price. That idiot you stole this from? He paid a couple million for this thing, then walked around the streets, practically begging for little thieves like you to take advantage of him. Makes my job easy."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"You’re right. Maybe it was your dick I liked." Jakub chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, eyeing the man. "Alright… He got a wife, a daughter?"

"Oh yeah? That's good, considering how much it enjoyed your mouth," Cass replied, swerving between cars to get in front of the line up. He wasn't normally so fflirtatious Granted, he didn't normally have enough time to be. He was moving to fast to stop and charm someone, unless it was for a particular clients need. "A wife about fifteen years younger than him and two girls. Twenty-one and seventeen. Why?"

#c:Cass #indiejfc

Jakub nodded. It probably wasn’t real. Not much was in their type of business. “Very lucky. If I remember right, I kinda like you.” He smirked. “Okay, what’s the job?”

Cass smirked, glancing over at the boy. "Oh yeah? You're into men who threaten you one day then save your ass the next, huh?" Cass teased, watching the roads carefully despite his easy demeanor. "Conning a real estate tycoon out of a couple million dollars in property."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

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"Cass." Not his real name either, but he hadn’t gone by his birth name since he came over to America. Cass was who he was, for all intensive purposes. "Doubt it. You’ll mostly be dealing with me. Lucky you, huh?"

Jakub nodded. It probably wasn’t real. Not much was in their type of business. “Very lucky. If I remember right, I kinda like you.” He smirked. “Okay, what’s the job?”

Willow was intrigued. She was from a shit house and lived a thief’s life, but this man knew things. Things she couldn’t possibly know. At his request, she shrugged and went to slip off her shirt only to be stopped by a hand on her elbow.

“Your brother—”

"Isn’t here." Willow glared at him before rolling her eyes. "Fine." She turned to the man, tossing him her phone. "Check me, then." The men around her all got stiff; she knew what they were thinking. Her brother. But Tanner wasn’t going to stop her from learning. Even if they lost the entire deal, she was about to see something happen. “They can guard the door.” Willow smirked at him as the men exited, leaving them alone to let her contemplate just how many ways he could escape.

Cass watched the interaction silently, booting up his laptop as he did. "Who's your brother?" he asked curiously, once the other men had left the room. He stepped closer to her, gently running his hands down her back, checking for anything that felt out of place. It seemed fine. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes watching her face carefully as he did the same to her front, his hands softly running over her chest and stomach, before he nodded, content with his findings.

"Alright, come look," he beckoned, leaning over the computer and sticking the USB in it's port. A black bow appeared on the screen, remaining blank for a few moments, when green writing appeared, downloading rapidly as it went. Cass smiled, his smirk widening. "Behold, the code to break into one of the most affluent companies in the worlds computer system. You could literally do anything with this. Reroute their money, erase their programs. It'll be the end for them."

#c:cass #indiejfc

Nick shook his head. “No, I’m not… I can’t do it.” He was a missing teenager; they wouldn’t hand money over to a sixteen year old, they couldn’t. “I’ll show you where she is and… You know. Yeah. We’ll go from there?”

Cass raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. Interesting. He didn't want to be exposed, whatever it was he was hiding from. Cass would remember that. People would go a long way to keep themselves hidden. He knew. "...Alright. You got a deal kiddo."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"… Jake." He decided, glancing over at the man. "And you?" The last time, Jakub hadn’t exactly been in a position to be asking questions and for names. He still didn’t think he was. "I don’t gotta meet him face ta’ face, do I?"

"Cass." Not his real name either, but he hadn't gone by his birth name since he came over to America. Cass was who he was, for all intensive purposes. "Doubt it. You'll mostly be dealing with me. Lucky you, huh?"

#c:Cass #indiejfc

"That’s the point." Jakub rolled his eyes. It was a new identity, he had to sound different. "Carter." He lied easily, though he was certain the other man would pick up on it. "Alright, fine. Deal. Does this give me immunity for stealing from him or is this a different guy?"

Cass rolled his eyes, shrugging. "Whatever. What do you want me to call you then?" he asked instead. That'd be faster. Besides, it didn't make a difference to him what his real name was. As long as he could do what Cass needed. "Same guy. Didn't tell him it was you though. I wouldn't mention it."

#c:Cass #indiejfc

Willow nodded, glancing around and following the man, knowing she was being trailed. As soon as they ducked into a building, someone grabbed her wrist. “Be cool, Randy.” She ordered, matching his glare before tugging her wrist away. “Alright, Random, show us what we got.”

Cass had to wonder who this girl was, to have an entourage of dirty men following her around. He'd read that this area had high gang activity. That would make sense, but she seemed to pretty to be dealing in that sort of thing. "If you got a phone on you, it's gotta go. And you're gonna have to prove you're not wearing a wire," he said, dropping his bag on the floor and digging through it for his tiny laptop.

#c:Cass #indiejfc

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