Scarlett Wilkinson/Human/22 I'm a Texas girl and proud. You can call me Scar, but don't call me baby or I'll punch you in the balls. any questions? Dancer at Club Desires Claimed by Drew Callahan
Scarlett didn't waste any time after Drew left for work to make her way to her studio. She was excited to use her space, her legs itching to dance as usual. When she arrived, the building was quiet, normal for this time of day. When she stepped foot into the large room, the sun was beginning to peak through, giving off the perfect light.
She placed her bag on the floor, pulling out her ipod deck and not waiting before pressing play on her warm up playlist. Stretching her body, she felt a set of eyes on her but when she turned there as no one there. She shrugged it off, that feeling very familiar in this city.Ā
Finally standing, she began doing small moves around the room, singing along to the music. She was happy and things felt pretty damn good for the first time in a long time. A song came on then, the lyrics soft and beautiful, her dancing matching up
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
She had begun doing turns, spotting perfectly at herself in the mirror. On the third turn, a figure appeared, startling her and Scarlett screamed,
"Shhh, hey baby."
Her eyes widened, her heart rate beating quickly, "Randy?! What...GET AWAY FROM ME!?' she backed up toward the mirror before attempting to run for the door, instead her petite body was thrown across the room. Scarlett landed hard on the wood floor and she screamed out in pain.
"I'm not going to take my time with you. I should have done this a long time ago," he picked her up by the neck, choking her and her feet flailed, the music still playing in the background, "You're too happy here. You're too happy with him."
She tried to keep struggling, her nails digging into his wrists but to no avail, "There is only one thing left to do," he pushed her against the wall of mirrors so hard the glass shattered and fell around them, His grip never gave and he watched as the light left her. When she slumped in his grip, he finally let go, causing her body to drop.
Randy made his way to her bag and pulled out her phone. When he found Drew's number he sent a quick text
"Come to the studio. I want to show you something."
After he hit send, he dropped the phone and made his way to the door. He didn't look back as he walked out, leaving Scarlett's dead body there for her master to find.
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A bright light drew Scarlett close, she felt as if she was flying though her bare feet traveled through the soft grass. She knew this place, but couldn't quite place it. A figure up ahead caused the blonde to squint, "Hello?" the person turned, her arms opening in a welcoming fashion, the face became clear, "Momma?"
He catches Scarlett as she sinks and turns to wrap herself around him, and he adjusts her to sit her slit right against his quickly growing shaft. āYou sank, you lose,ā he teases, breath caught, but heās already got her ass in his hands and heās already sliding her tauntingly against the length of his cock. āIt was winter before,ā he moans, tilting his head to enjoy more of Scarlettās lusty nibbling. āLift that ass, love; I want to feel you slide down onto my cock.ā
She didn't stop her movements along his skin, only moaning more as her hips rose and fell, feeling him rubbing along her folds. The feel of his strong hands on her ass made her want him even more, her tongue traveling along from the tip of his ear to the base of his neck. Drew's words caused her to moan against his skin and the blonde reached into the water to take hold of him. Pulling her face back, her hand found the back of his neck, pressing her forehead to his as she lifted herself, the tip of his cock finding his entrance as she sank down onto it. Her mouth dropped open as he filled her, her eyes clenching shut as her body shook.
"Why do you think I did all this for you? It was not for shits and giggles, let me tell you. I want you to have this, Scarlett, because itās what you love." He sighs loudly and returns to the view again. "To be honest, Iām struggling to see a difference that isnāt the glaringly obvious." He steps away from the window and moves back toward his slave. "Are you unsatisfied, Scarlett, or is everything Iāve tried to do for you just not enough?"
She chewed on her lip and looked around the large room. He had gone above and beyond this time and yet she was still complaining but dancing at Desires for Viv had simply become something she looked forward to nearly ever night, especially one's where Drew found solace with someone else. Slowly she walked over to him, slipping her hand into his and pulling to her lips. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, she moved it to cup her face, "It's more than enough," she said quietly, "Thank you. And if you want me to stop working at Desires it's your decision and I'll follow it," she pulled him closer after cupping the back of his neck and kissing his lips, soon pulling back meeting her blue eyes with his.
Alexander had finished his drink and waved to the bartender for another when he sensed Scarlett come up beside him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he glanced over at her before back to the tv that was playing some stupid sport. āWhat do you want Scarlett? I didnāt sit in front of you when you danced, Iām trying not to even acknowledge you for the sake of you and your pathetic master. Do you still have a problem with something Iāve done?ā
Scarlett frowned by quickly wiped it away, "I..." she cleared her throat. This was harder than she thought it would be, "I'm just here to inform you that I won't be speaking with you any further but it seems you've already taken it upon yourself to make sure that happens. Enjoy the rest of you night and I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Iād planned to go to the Dominion once the paperwork was signed and seek the appropriate permissions. I could still be rejected," he admits, "but this is still your place regardlessā" His eyes narrow right along with Scarlettās, his posture becoming rigidly hard in an instant. "No?" The question is slow and icy. "Donāt you dare fucking start, Scarlett. You are a slave. You are my slave. If I tell you to hop on one leg and, rub your head and sing Beyonceās Single Ladies, you had better fucking do it. And if I tell you to quit your job, and I give you insteadĀ all of this,Ā I donāt want to hear complaints. I didnāt, after all, have to do this for you. I did it because I want this for you. And because I thought you might want it too.ā
Of course this would turn into an argument but Scarlett wasn't going to give this up easily, "You don't understand. I'm a dancer. Regardless of it being ballet or whatever the hell it is I do in that club, I get to dance," her voice cracked and she swallowed the large lump in her throat, "The only constant in my life has been my love of dance and showing it to others. I know that most of the clientele that Viv has don't appreciate that but some do. But that isn't what matters," she turned away from him, a hand moving to her forehead as she approached the mirrors, "I'm a slave. As you say over and over again," her hand placed itself on the bar, smoothing over it, her eyes following the movements, "But can I at least still feel like a performer as well?"
Framed by the city lights, Drew turns part way from the view and watches Scarlett take in the large studio slowly. āIf youāre thinking private dance studio for Scarlettās personal use, yes and no. I want you to be able to teach in here; civilians, claimed slaves, anybody who wants to learn. But all, to be perfectly honest, at a cost that is, admittedly, entirely selfish.ā He turns to face Scarlett completely. āIāve given you what you love because I want you to stop dancing for Vivienne.ā
Her mouth dropped slightly, unable to fight the tears welling in her eyes. Her own personal space away from the prying eyes of the gym. Her face soon turned to one of confusion, "Teach? I don't know if that would be allowed," the idea of teaching dance was always something Scarlett wanted to do, but she figured that was one of many dreams that would be wiped away once she was brought to Covaire. Then the rest of his plans came from his lips and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed, "No."
"That would defeat the purpose of theĀ blindfold, Scarlett.ā He is stubbornly silent then for the rest of the short trip to their destination, and silent further still as he helps Scarlett from the car, through doors, into lifts, up stairs ā and then, finally, he drops her hand. āWait.ā He moves away to strike a candle, given the lack of power he is yet to have connected through, and he wanders away toward floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. āOkay, you can lookā¦ā
She can't help the nerves in the pit of her stomach, even though Drew seems to be in a good mood. Scarlett nibbles on her lip and soon he's helping her out of the car. The blonde is still unaware of anything, only knowing he's guiding her up a building, seemingly the top floor it seems. When he pulls the blindfold off, she blinks several times before she takes in what it is that he's brought her to. She turns around slowly, behind her are mirrors and a ballet bar, then Drew standing near the high windows, "Is...is this what I think it is?"
Alexander had come into Desires with no reason in mind other than seeing some people he knew and getting himself a drink. He noticed as Scarlett went up on the stage, however he stared at the bar. He was in no mood to deal with her yelling once more, and if she had such a problem with him then he wouldnāt bother with her. Instead he faced the bar and drank his glass of scotch.
Alexander avoided her gaze, which was for the best. She hadn't informed the master she couldn't speak to him any longer just yet, mostly because she hadn't seen him since their last argument. Finally deciding to get it over with, she pulled a robe on and made her way to where he was at the bar, "Hello, Alex."
His eyes looked her over⦠she had some attractive qualities, not exactly his cup of tea, but speaking with the dancers was something Ramsay enjoyed.
"Iām well, Sweet Girl. Any time that I may entreat myself to view such an elegant dance as the one you just preformed I am pleased. What of you? Do you enjoy this work?"
She gave him a gracious smile, "I'm glad you enjoy it. My days here are being cut down, so I'll be putting quite a lot more of myself into it when I'm here. I'm a dancer by trade, stripper by choice so I don't go insanely bored waiting for my master to come home."
Ramsay always enjoyed nights he could spend in Desires⦠the dancing girls inspired alot of thought in him⦠alot of motivation. He locked eyes with the girl and a ghost of a smile creeped to the corner of his mouth. He gave a small beckoning of his hand to signal her over.
The master's beckoning caused a small smirk on the petite girl's lips. She made her way down the steps and slipped on a small robe before she made her way to where he sat, "Evening sir. Enjoying yourself tonight?"
[The club was already pack, Scarlett prepared to take the stage at least three times tonight. Since Drew informed her that her shifts would be limited, the blonde would be sure to dance her very best the nights she was here. After her first set, her blue eyes landed on the set of another glancing over her shoulder at them and giving one finalĀ flirtatiousĀ look to end her firstĀ perfomance]
āCross my unbeatingĀ heartā¦" He had really no interest in telling on her or where he got the information. But he knew that there were some thingsĀ Vivienne would never tell him. He blink at the story. The idea that she had been monogamous or that the slave had taken a bullet for her. Some how the boy got a bit of respect from Roman, but still. āSo⦠he came back⦠but is not really him?!" he asked not really understandingĀ how couldĀ that be possible. "He is still human⦠Right?! No bites, craves for blood or anything like that?!āĀ
"No he's human. I mean more like...," she looked around to be sure no one was watching her before she looked back at Roman, "His personality. He was always smiling, laughing, joking around. He was very popular when it came to others. Everyone wanted to be around him but now," she shook her head, "It's weird the way he looks at Viv. Like she's the devil himself, really."
āBack from the dead?! is that even a thing?!" the idea that the boy was even a bit unpleasant toĀ Vivienne got in his nerves. That boy should be adoring the ground she walked in, not adding to the reasons she should shut down. āThat is the question of the hour⦠what more can you tell me about the prick?ā
She wasn't sure this was the best thing to be doing but this vampire seemed to have grown close with Viv and yet he didn't know about RJ, "Just promise me you won't go telling Viv it was me that told you but," she took a seat and spoke more quietly, "They were really damn close I mean...Viv bought a condo and it was just the two of them. She only slept with him and a monogamous Viv?" she let out a short laugh, "He was shot with a vervain bullet that was intended for Viv. We all thought he was dead then 4 months later, BAM!" she shook her head, "I'd never seen Viv so worked up. But he was different. He wasn't the same RJ."