[inhuman/ady]Violent Tendencies

[griffin axel vaughn]

1:30 A.M on a Friday night. The streets of west Addison were practically deserted. The vast majority of the people who would typically be found wandering the streets were most likely all still in the bars and clubs, determined to not leave until 2:00 rolled around and the bars closed, and drink as much alcohol as possible before then. There was one, however, who had never felt the burn of alcohol on his tongue, and probably never would. It wasn't because he was only 19 and wasn't of age... oh no, everyone knew that all you had to do to get alcohol in this town was hand over the money and no one would ask questions no matter how old the consumer was. This particular young man would never touch alcohol because he had seen and experienced first hand what horrible things the toxic substance would do to people. He knew all too well what could come of drinking in excess, and he wanted no part in that.

Griffin Vaughn was not your typical 19 year old. He had dropped out of high school at 15, and had just sort of let home at the same time. He wasn't considered a runaway, as his parents probably didn't even realize he was gone, and there was never a missing person's report filed. He had matured quickly, becoming basically what you would expect in a 25 year old bachelor when he was only 17. He was a player and a fighter. It was one woman after another, never a hint of emotion felt for any one of them. He was prone to violence and had been in more than one fight, and more than once his path had crossed that of the police. He'd been in jail his fair share of times, though never for extended periods of time. He was the kind of guy who was assertive and almost always got what he wanted. He was cunning and seductive, the kind of person who other guys hated right from the start, but the girls loved him... at first, then hated him when they realized that he had no interest in them except for sex.

On this particular night he had felt especially violent, and on nights like that he tended to go looking for a fight. Not finding any that weren't organized he'd made his way to where the real fights went down... not that they were legal or anything but some of the best fighters were there. He really didn't look like your typical fighter to be perfectly honest, but boy was he ever the type of guy you wouldn't want to get in a brawl with. He'd won his first fight, and as such should have "moved on" to the next round, but he was satisfied with having beat the shit out of someone already, so left, heading for home. Normally he would have gone to one of the bars to see if he could find someone worth bringing home with him... but he'd taken more than one good hit tonight and he wasn't really feeling up to shopping for a decent looking girl to have sex with... not that he wasn't feeling up to sex, he was a 19 year old guy, of course he was feeling up to sex... it was just the looking for someone who struck his fancy that he wasn't feeling tonight.

He was just about to one of the more high end clubs when he spotted another person coming his way. Unsure of what sort of person it was, he stopped and stood waiting for them to approach. They didn't look like much of a threat, but you could never tell at this hour of the morning. It was better to be safe than sorry in his opinion, especially when near to the bars or the clubs. If there was one thing he feared it was alcoholics with a tendency to become violent... he knew it was nearly impossible to stop them. They didn't feel fear or pain in their drunken stupor, so the only way to stop them was to either knock them out or kill them... neither of which he was too keen on doing right now. So he stood his ground and watched the person draw nearer, no intention of engaging with them should they have any malicious intentions.

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>Drunken. Horny. Rich. Slut. That's what was walking toward the man.

White gladiator heels clicked in an uneven rhythm as the drunken beauty walked down the darkened, deserted street. Her long sculpted legs could barely keep her balances as her body swayed. She just about reeked of alcohol and sweat and smoke. Only the alcohol really belonged to her, and some of the sweat, but the atmosphere she had occupied from the start of the night had added most of the last two. Her voice lifted through the air in giggles and laughs as she attempted to walk, the multitude of drinks she had consumed during the night making her bubbly and giggly.

Even in her drunken state, you couldn't ignore how fucking hot she was, and she knew she was fucking hot. Her cropped and choppy platinum hair was in a slight disarray from the amount of motion that she had done during the night, but it had a sexy seeming to it. Her dress clung to her toned hourglass body, showing it off impeccably. Quite literally. Her breasts were about to fall out of the plunging neckline due to the fact of her constant motion, lack of bra and her uninterest to really fix it. Her ass basically hung out of the back, seeing how the sexy white dress was barely long enough to cover it or much of anything else. The back dipped down to her lower back, barely covering the top of her ass. And if her ass fell out, you would see it because she hadn't worn under-ware of any kind, not even a thong. To her there was no need. She was dressed to impress the male species, to make them lust after her, desire her. She was dressed to show off her body. she was dressed to make the other females jealous of her perfectness.

This night, sadly, was a normal night for Adyline. She had spent it partying with her girl friends, making all the males come after her and then ignoring them or brushing them off. She had spent it in one of the high scale clubs in west Addison, drinking drinks as she felt the need and dancing {more of grinding} the night away. She had danced with a multitude of men that evening, yet none had seemed good enough. So as she declined invitations from man after man, her friends started to dwindle as one by one they selected men to go home and have some more late night fun with. Soon Ady realized that she was alone without friends in the club, so she had left, no man escorting her to their nice sports car and back to his bedroom {or where ever they deemed fit and fun} for sex.

She was in good spirits though. She was sure she would find a man in another club, someone who was hot enough and willing to fuck this rich bitch's brain out. And here he was, hopefully. In her giggly nature, she approached him, a sexy, seductive smile upon her full lips. Her green eyes pierced into him, trying to draw him in. She got closer and then ran a hand up his chest to his neck, then smiled at him. You're hot. She said, her words drunkenly slurring a tiny bit. She was fucking horny, and she wanted nothing more than this guy to take her back to his place and fuck her. Hard. It's not like she would really remember it at this point.</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

The nearer the figure drew, the more apparent it became what sort of person was approaching him. From the wobbling step and evident inability to walk in a straight line, the click of the heels on the sidewalk, to the giggling and bouncing blonde hair, there was no doubt in his mind that this person was certainly not a threat. As she drew near and the details were visible, he was, needless to say impressed. I mean, what kind of straight guy would he be if he wasn't drawn in by the scrap of fabric she called clothing that barely covered everything and with every step was threatening to literally leave absolutely nothing up to the imagination. Aside from the clothing... or lack thereof, she herself was undeniably attractive. She quite clearly had the body that could get away with wearing next to nothing, and her face certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.

On the downside of all this, as she drew near he could tell that she was definitely a member of high society... the sort of people he absolutely could not stand... and the wafting stench of alcohol and other club related smells was practically repulsive in his mind. He had half a mind to turn and leave, but just as he was about to do so, she stepped up to him and placed her hand on his chest, sliding it up to his neck... and as a typical sex-driven teenage male, he was snared. She was a spiderweb, and he was the unsuspecting insect. The moment they came in contact, she had him trapped. Never mind the fact that she was rich and currently smelled far too much like his parents always had, she was hot... really hot... and from the fact that she was already kind of all over him... he was guessing she was looking to get laid... and that meant he didn't even have to "go fishing" to find a good one.

He really wasn't quite sure how to react to her, though. He wasn't quite used to encountering a girl who was this... forward and eager. Oh sure, he'd run into plenty of girls who were just dying to get laid... but usually they weren't quite as hot as this one... usually they were the plain janes who he would just pass on by to find someone that suited his fancy more. Right now, though, he was feeling a bit like the kid who stumbled upon a wishing well and could have whatever he wanted without even trying for it. He thought on it for a moment before realizing he was thinking way too hard, and should just roll with it. After all, she seemed to want sex, he knew he wanted sex... and there seemed to be absolutely nothing stopping them... even her clothes were practically falling off of her... I mean how much more convenient could this possibly be?

A smirk, which was the closest thing to a smile you would ever get out of him, crawled across his face, that devious look lighting up in his eyes. I'd say the same to you, but I think you already know that. He said slyly in response. You should be careful, though. Someone like you probably shouldn't be wandering the streets alone this time of night looking like this. You never know what sort of bad intentions strangers might have. Griffin had basically completely forgotten about the fact that she was clearly intoxicated, and he didn't really care either. He could honestly say he would never take advantage of someone who didn't want it... but alcohol was quite good at changing people's minds. Typically they weren't as wasted as she clearly was, but that wasn't going to stop him... at this point, just about nothing was.

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>Her hand was upon his neck, his skin, and the blonde knew she had him. He was snared, trapped in her desires. His desires probably echoed hers from what his reaction was. A triumphant smile appeared upon her lips. The rich bitch had snared yet another unsuspecting male. Oh, what a fun night this would be.

She knew he had no idea what to do. How cute he was. A hot woman basically fell in his lap and he was stumbling. It's ok, most men do. Only the really confident man whores don't. So Adyline knew she didn't have a man whore on her hands. Good. She was tired of them anyway. They all knew the same moves. She was tired of it. She needed something new, something fresh, and she sure hoped that this guy could provide it. Well, as long as he recovered from this stunned state he was in.

The smirk upon his lips made the blonde feel even better. She hadn't even needed to go into a club to find a good, hot, willing male specimen. And what a specimen he was. Her eyes slid over him as she stood there, as she was sure his were doing to her. I mean, come on. here she was, about to fall out of her clothes, not to mention she had a fucking wonderful body. She knew it. She was expecting it. She would be severely disappointed in him if his eyes weren't sliding over her figure, if they haven't already. She had chosen this dress just for this, and her heels because that made her legs look fucking fantastic. She looked like walking sex, walking seduction. Well, stumbling seduction. She almost had to use this wonderful man as a means of steading her wobbly, drunk body.

That look in his eyes. Yes, she had picked a good one. He would be fun. That devious look was was almost echoed in her own green eyes, one blonde eye brow cocked in a sultry, sexy manner. She knew how she looked hot, she knew how to reel them in. This was not her first time at this rodeo.

As he spoke, the slut reached up and started kissing on his neck, her lips and tongue lingering upon his skin. She knew she was teasing him, tantalizing him. Oh what fun this would be. Her hand moved down under his shirt, rubbing the skin on his back. She had pressed her perfect body against him, moving her body ever so slightly as she kissed and sucked and rubbed. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips against his groin. She wouldn't be surprise if she felt him getting hard through his pant. Just the thought made her smile. She loved turning guys on. It was a wonderful thing to be able to to. Not to mention fun. It gave her confidence, not that she needed any more.

His words broke her concentration, bringing her back to right then. She stood back straight, lightening the pressure her body gave against his. She was still touching him, but she had to look at him didn't she? A smile, a sexy little grin, hit her lips. I do know that. Come on. How could she not know that? At his next sentence she looked at him, her voice turning to a husky, almost bedroom tone. That's what I have you for, big boy. You would never hurt me, would ya?

With this she push her body back into his, grinding on it almost subconsciously as she kissed and sucked on his neck. What can I say, she was fucking horny. She wanted to be fucked. And there was no stopping her at this point. Her lips moved up to his ear, which she gave a light, seductive nip. You can always take me somewhere safe if you're worried about it... big boy. she whispered into his ear, her words husky and slurred slightly with her drunkenness. She was actually quite understandable while drunk, it was amazing. It came with a lot of practice I guess.</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

Oh how she was making him want her right then and there... but control... that was one of his strongest points. He could wait for as long as he needed to... granted right now it was a little harder than usual to control himself considering she was so intent on seducing him in the worst way. But he'd had plenty of practice in this area, and he wasn't about to let this rich girl have complete control. If it wasn't for his pride, he definitely would have just given in to the urge... but he was an attractive "lady killer" who usually didn't spend nights alone... and was typically one of the most sought after guys in the room... his pride was bigger than the State of Texas. Try as she might, she wasn't going to get him to give in that easily.

The smirk on his face became only more devious when she asked the hypothetical question of him hurting her. You never know, he said in an oh so seductive tone, I just might. He practically shuddered at her toch as he hands slid over his skin and her tongue flicked at his neck, and he knew that he needed to get her elsewhere quickly before she actually did get complete control. He didn't like feeling like he couldn't control the situation, since he had spent the vast majority of his life being controlled by hateful parents. Now, not having charge of what was going on around him and with him was one of his biggest fears, no matter what the situation was. Even something as "harmless" as sex, he at least needed to think he was in control or else the fear would drive him away.

Thankfully, his apartment wasn't far from here. Needless to say, she would probably be less than impressed with her surroundings when she came to in the morning... in fact, she just might be appalled. It wasn't that the place was a mess, he was actually one of those guys who kept things decently clean. It was just because he could tell so easily that she was a rich snob of a person, and he definitely couldn't afford anything that she would consider even partially decent. Nevertheless, with how driven and wasted she was right now, he was absolutely certain she wouldn't even notice until she woke up in the morning with a hangover and absolutely no idea of what had happened last night. He was actually kind of looking forward to that... no doubt she wouldn't be pleased when she realized the sort of person she'd gotten herself tangled up with.

Rather than wasting time and letting her continue to toy with him and wear down his resistance, he turned, pulling her arm over his shoulders and putting his other arm around her waist to steady her, and pulled her in the direction of his humble abode. Ironic did not even begin to describe the pair of them. It didn't take long to get there, and the moment they were in the door and it was closed behind them, he pushed her back against the wall and kissed her heatedly, pressing his body against hers. This was rounding out to be basically the perfect night... first the fights, then a hot extremely horny chick... what more could a guy like Griffin ask for?

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>This horny bitch was far past the point of caring what really happened to her now. As long as she got fucked, and fucked well, by some hot guy. Well, she probably wouldn't be able to tell if she was fucked well anyway she was so drunk. She just wanted sex, plain and simple. If it was done well, great. If it wasn't, it's not like she would remember it anyway.

Her body curved into his, and she could tell she had gained the upper hand. He was struggling, ensnared in her little drunken web. Even while completely hammered she could wrap them up. Oh the fun. His utterly sexy voice drifted into her ears, causing her to press her perfect, scantily clad body into his, moving it in a way that told him she was horny enough to do just about anything at this point. Well maybe not anything... well. Yeah. Just about anything. Her soft fingers, never having met work in their life, ran over his skin, tantalizing it, showing just what they could do. Just think if they wee somewhere else. Somewhere more... sensitive. A slight grin appeared upon her lips, and her body moved drunkenly against his. She was ready to go right there if she could, and she was pretty sure he was too.

But no, he was going to take her somewhere else. I guess that was good, don't want to be fucking on the sidewalk, do we? Adyline appreciated his warm, strong arm sliding around her waist, although she drunken self wasn't very happy about leaving his front. She was having fun, teasing him and making him want her more and more. His other hand guided her well manicured hand away form tantalizing his neck and upper back to all the way around his shoulders. But just because she had moved to his side didn't mean she couldn't distract him, ensnare him more, tangle him up more. She leaned into him, her upper body turning to face him. A well rounded breast probably popped out of her dress at that point, but as I said earlier, she was too drunk to care at this point. It's not like he wasn't going to see it soon. She drunkenly bumped into him, the only thing really keeping her slim, perfect body upright at this point was the support of his strong arms. Giggles took over her now, and she whispered, well she thought they were whispers, about things she wanted him to do to her. Dirty things. They bubbled out of her mouth like the froth of champagne. Her slim fingers ran over his skin, around his neck and over his jaw and ear, tantalizing with a light touch.

This happened over their oh-too-quick journey to the place that they were going to spend the night and have some fun. She tripped over her tall heels in her drunken state at the walked, her balance compromised. She didn't pay much attention to where they were or where they were going. As I stated earlier, she was too drunk to care at this point. All she knew was they stopped for a brief moment, enough for her to reach up and suck of this mystery man's neck for a moment, then all of a sudden she was pushed against a wall, his large, masculine body pressing into hers, pinning her to the wall. His lips found hers in a heated, eager way. Oh hell yes. He was just as horny as he was, he just wasn't as drunk as her, and therefore as uninhibited as she was.

Her lips met his back in the same fashion, one hand sliding around his neck, the other around his back. She arched her toned body into his, pressing it as close as she could. Her body moved, her extreme hornyness taking over. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. So why hadn't he just fucked her yet?</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

The heat of the moment so ensnared Griffin his brain basically shut off and he was put on auto-pilot. There was nothing particularly unusual about his behavior... get sex on a guys mind and there's no going back. They had one track minds, and sex overrode every other track they could possibly switch to. From the ages of 18 to about 25 or so, sex is basically what controlled men, their thoughts... or lack thereof, their actions, and everything else. Oh sure, some of them manage to maintain their chivalry, but lets face it, the majority of males are definitely not controlled by their brains. Griffin was no exception. He was different in many ways, but definitely not in that respect. She was just so insanely hot and everything she did made him want her more until finally he couldn't stand the anticipation any longer.

It hadn't taken him overly long to get her tiny dress off of her, and after that he kind of didn't really know what happened... not that the what really mattered. It was good, and that was all that mattered in his mind. The two of them had very nearly collapsed in exhaustion... and her due to being so wasted... onto the bed, neither to stir until morning rolled around.

Out of force of habit, Griffin was an early riser. As a kid he used to wake up early so as to get out of the house before his parents came to after passing out from their massive intake of alcohol. Now it was just natural for him to always be up early. When he did wake up he just lay there for a moment, smirking to himself when he imagined her reaction to realizing where she was and who she'd just had sex with. He decided, though, that perhaps it would be best to not be in such close proximity to her just in case she was one of those people who seriously freaked out when they realized what they'd done the night before. So he pulled away from her and rolled out of bed, grabbing up some clean clothes before heading to the shower. After getting out of the shower he moved on to the kitchen to make himself coffee, then settled on the couch, content to wait for her to wake up on her own.

His apartment was quite small, no doubt the polar opposite of the mansion he was pretty sure she lived in. There was only a living room, one bedroom, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchen. That was it. Nothing spectacular. The walls were plain boring white with no artwork on them, no family photos, nothing. The furniture consisted, quite literally, of a couch, a coffee table, and the bed. He was sure she would be horrified. He was the kind of guy who never spent anything on something unless he absolutely needed it. The furniture here was what the apartment was furnished with, and he saw absolutely no reason to add anything. After all, he was rarely here except at night, and some nights he didn't even come home. Basically the only thing in the apartment that was technically his was the lazy bulldog which spent most of its time flaked out on the couch just as it was now... a far cry from the fancy dogs the people of the high society owned. Yes, he was definitely the kind of guy her parents would never ever let her be with if they had any say in the matter.

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>She didn't remember shit. Zip. Zero. Nada. A big goose egg. Her mind was totally blank from the night before.

A groan emitted from the beauty's mouth, her mind finally rewaking itself. Her mind hurt, her body hurt. This didn't really bother her though, she was used to it. Her senses started to return, first with her sense of touch. She felt strange sheets, not like her own. This was no unusual, so no need for alarm yet. It was common for this rich bitch to spend the night out, crash at someone's place or go home with some hot guy. Her body hurting so much told her that she had probably gone with the later option, and it had been good. An inward sigh lay upon her mind. Maybe at some point she would want to remember these nights and what happened during them, the sex she had and all that jazz. Nah. It was no fun that way. She could also tell she was alone in the bed. Also not that unusual. She usually slept until about noon or later when she partied.

Then came taste. The after taste of last night lay heavily upon her tongue. Ick. She never liked waking up in the morning after partying, if just for the horrid taste that filled her mouth. Eh, it would go away once she at something.

The next sense that came back was smell. There was nothing special about the smell, it was the usual smell. Well, it smelled a little... stale maybe? A small hint of soap hit her nostrils. So someone had taken a shower? A slight smile fell upon her lips. He had probably needed to get clean after what they had done last night. She knew she tended to be pretty dirty when drunk, so she was sure last night was no exception.Then a strong hit of that wonderful coffee smell hit her, and she sighed. Coffee. That sounded really good at the moment. A nice, strong cup to get this horrid taste out of her mouth. It was almost enough to get her untangled from the covers, but nah. Her perfect body wasn't quite ready to move yet.

Next came hearing. It was some what foggy at first, but then it started to clear up. She heard the cars outside. So it was daytime, ok. Nothing else really filled the room she was in with sound, and she could hear nothing from any other surrounding rooms. Had he left? Well that would just be irresponsible, leaving a lone, pretty drunk slut in you bed, wouldn't it? Adyline sure thought so.

The last sense was sights, and this one was a doozy. She hadn't wanted to open her eyes because she could sense the light that was streaming into the room. Ugh. Just what she needed when she was hung over. the platinum blonde rolled over, away from the light, and curled into a sort of fetal position, the rough sheets wrapping around her curved, toned body. She was pretty sure she made a sexy sight, even in her hung over, torn up shape. After some battling with her mind, and trying to go back to sleep unsuccessfully, her green eyes opened, and what she saw astounded her.

It was... bare. And... and... poor. She sat up quickly with a gasp, the sheet falling away from her figure, but she didn't care about that. She winced at the sun hitting her eyes, and a manicured hand flew up to block most of the rays. She then looked around franticly. What. the hell. was going. on? She, she - yes, Adyline Heartline, the rich bitch of an heiress - had slept with a POOR PERSON? Panic hit her as her eyes took in the surroundings. This was not happening. This was NOT happening. Tears welled up in her eyes as this information overwhelmed her system. She couldn't have slept with a poor person. That was just not possible!

She took a deep breath. Ok. So, she had slept with a... an unfortunate person. Well, that could be considered charity, right? She was bringing beauty and wonderful sex to the poor people. Yeah, that was ok, right? No. That was not ok. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. This was ok, it was all going to be fine.

Finally, the beauty got her heart to slow back down. She could handle this, right? She had handled the 75% off sale at Sax on the day after thanksgiving, and that was hell. She could handle this. She would have too.

Oh no she couldn't. She couldn't handle it. Her toned frame fell back upon the bed, her hands covering her eyes. Why? WHY? She wanted to scream.

Ok, well, she had to get up and get out of here sometime. After fighting to compose herself, she sat up, having to sit with her head lowered for a minute as the raging headache that had occurred when she sat up went away. Slowly her perfect figure rose, slightly unsteady, and walked tentatively to the door. Leaning on the door frame, she looked out into the room.

You have to be shitting me. You have to me shitting me. It was a two bedroom apartment. No furniture minus the bed, a dresser, and a couch. It just about made her want to die, right then and there. But no, she couldn't. She didn't want to die in a poor person's house. She couldn't have her last moments be here. That was just to horrendous, to horrid of a thought. She would just have to play nice for a little bit until she could leave.

Her eyes traveled around the room until landing on the guy. Well, at least he was hot. Pretty damn hot. She was always pretty good at picking men while drunk. Maybe she was just a little off last night, picking a poor guy. And he had coffee. Oh god how she wanted that coffee.

So, was it good? her voice, slightly raspy, tumbled from her mouth. It wasn't very loud, but then again, she had just woken up, and she was not a morning person. Her words, of course, were referring to the sex that had obviously happened last night. She hadn't given herself a once over yet, but she was sure a few bruises and such were gracing her body. So she stood there, leaning in the doorway, totally naked {not that she really cared about that, she was proud of her body}, waiting for an answer from this poor, but admittedly hot, guy.</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

Griffin had been sitting there for a while, but not overly long... not long enough to finish the coffee, when he heard the shuffling of sheets in the next room indicating that sleeping beauty was starting to wake up. Oh this would be good. He'd had his fair share of more well off people, but certainly none quite so much so as this girl... he'd also had his fair share of women freak out when they realized his financial situation the morning after, but he was quite certain this one was going to be good... and of course he was only going to make it worse for his own entertainment. The dog, Boswell, rolled over onto his back with a dramatic groan, all four of his short legs in the air, a delightful sight to wake up to... except not.

Moments later he heard her stirring from the next room again, then silence, then the sound of her falling back onto the bed. He was pretty sure she was definitely being way to dramatic about it, but it was amusing to say the least. Not more than a few minutes after that she finally emerged, completely naked. Fascinating... most of the ones who freaked out would do their best to cover themselves up... as if by doing so they could somehow erase from his memory what he had seen the night before. He would never understand women... nor did he really want to. He was perfectly content with knowing nothing and just using them to his heart's desire.

She must've gotten all her outward freaking out done while she was still in the bedroom, and was probably still freaking out right now just not showing it. He could live with that. He liked a confident woman, and she definitely had every reason in the world to be confident... I mean just look at her. She was hot... really hot... she probably hare more money than she knew what to do with... and, well, she had all the right moves. Granted she probably didn't even know what moves she had since she seemed like the sort to be pretty wasted during the vast majority of her sexual encounters... but that didn't really matter, she had them, and that was that.

He glanced over at her with that devious smirk of his, shamelessly checking her out again, before responding to her question. I've had better. He said simply in that cocky way that tended to make people hate him. It was true he'd had... well... no, actually... but of course there was that... also no... okay he was lying. He hadn't had better... but she didn't need to know that. Besides, what was the point in complimenting someone who already had an ego as high as the statue of liberty and as wide as china? He put his feet up on the coffee table and took a drink of the coffee, not taking his eyes off of her. With his other hand he hit the dog lightly, and Boz rolled over again, sitting up and looking at their visitor, panting with long strings of drool hanging from his jowls. The two of them certainly knew how to make a good first impression on a rich lady. It was a good thing Griffin had already gotten what he wanted out of her, because there was no way he was getting anything else after all this with her being sober and all now...

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>The rich bitch gave a slight little smirk as she felt his eyes run over her perfect body. He didn't try to hide it, which was usual. Maybe poor people didn't know manners or something? Well, whatever it was, she enjoyed it. She moved it ever so slightly, making sure the angle she was leaning at and the way her hip was cocked and her arm placement accentuated ever line of her body, making her look the best she could. Not that it really needed much help. I don't think it ever looked bad, but making it look even better never hurt, right? She loved showing off her body; the way that her body was put together perfectly, she soft yet toned lines of it. It was just perfect, and she knew it. She was hot, and she embraced that fact. She was proud of that fact.

So when this poor man told her that the sex was not the best he had ever had, it was like ripping a knife through her stone cold heart. A perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow rose, and her head tilted down just slightly, a look coming into her intense green eyes. Disbelief - not the shocked kind, but the "yeah, right" kind - combined with a daring look filled her eyes as they glared into his dark, itty bitty, poorly-funded soul. Oh, so he was going to play that game was he?

Oh so high and mighty, was he? He, of all people, should be the last one to insult her. Him and his poor-person-ness. To play with her like that. To put her down like that. The sex wasn't good? Was he really saying that? That was just about the biggest insult he could have thrown her. It was just like telling her her shoes were ugly! That her hand bag was a knock-off! That.. that... ugh! The anger was boiling insider of her, but her exterior stayed the same. She was usually pretty good at acting, pretending like nothing was wrong. She would show him, she would show him good. She would make him wish he had never made that comment, had never uttered those words. And she had a plan on how to do it.

Oh really? It wasn't the best? her voice purred, smooth as silk with a slight husky, smoky tone. Her body slinked forward, sexily moving her perfect body toward that poor unfortunate soul. A little sultry smirk appeared upon her full lips, and her look turned into one that was mesmerizing. If this didn't turn him on, he had to be gay. He had to be. It would go with the sex not being all that much fun. If he was gay, then having a sexy woman in bed with you probably didn't really do anything for him. Poor man. But if he wasn't gay, then he would be about to burst out of his pants at this point. And it was going to get a whole lot worse.

She got closer to him, making her body as sultry as possible, yet not going overboard. He was sitting here, on the couch, with his disgusting, drooling dog. Seriously, who would want a dog like that? She thought he was going to kick the dog off, but noooo. The dog just sat up. Disgusting, uncivilized man. Seriously, do poor people not have any manners at all? She hid the disgust from her face, keeping herself together, her goal to turn him on as much as possible. She knew he appreciated and enjoyed her body, so why not torture him like he had done to her.

Once she was close enough, she slinked onto his lap, straddling him. She brought her lips down upon his in a passionate kiss, her tongue going into his mouth. One perfectly manicured hand rested upon his jaw, while the other grabbed his shirt's collar. Her toned body arched into him, her lips and body moving against him as she kissed him. She was trying to turn him on, trying to make him go crazy. Her lips left his for a moment to go to his ear, which she sucked on for a second. So what about now? her voice purred, a light victorious tone lingering in her words.</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

Griffin was really rather enjoying the fact that he had a very attractive, very well off woman standing naked in his bedroom doorway flaunting the fact that she was practically perfect physically; what guy wouldn't? The fact that she was obviously so well off just made it all the better. It was like the forbidden "romance" between the princess and the thief. That added the thrill factor to it, and what sort of sex driven young person didn't like adding a bit of thrill to their dirty deeds? Yes, Griffin was a horrible person... his life revolved around meaningless sex and beating the shit out of other guys in fights. By all standards, he was not a good person. Granted, he hadn't killed anybody or anything... but he was a violence prone man whore... society could certainly do with fewer guys like him.

As she started towards him he definitely couldn't help but be turned on by her. He had a feeling he knew what she was going to do... though not really why... so he leaned forward and set the coffee cup on the table and put his feet back on the floor. The nearer she came the faster his heart raced in anticipation. He was practically helpless in the wake of her sexual persuasion. He had definitely been caught in his lie, and it appeared that she knew it. She had possibly been one of the best if not the best he'd ever had, and since he knew that... the closer she came the more his body yearned to have her again. That was the trouble with being a guy... it was a hell of a lot harder to hide being sexually aroused than it was for girls... for obvious reasons.

She'd accomplished her task before she reached him, but as she slid into his lap, he stopped fighting it. He smirked ever so slightly into the kiss, putting one hand on her thigh and sliding the other up to her hip. Griffin was all hers. He was definitely snared in her trap. His breath caught in his throat as her sultry smooth voice piped up once again. Wanting to evade the question and admission that she had him wrapped around her finger, he responded with, Sex is always significantly better when you're sober. but he was unable to hide the slight strain in his voice. Oh Griffin, it would be best if you learned not to play games with girls like her because, lets face it, she'll win every time. He probably wouldn't learn his lesson, though. He was just one of those guys who took forever and a day to change their habits and would never get anything unless it was pounded into their head with a nail gun.

He still didn't even know her name, but that made absolutely no difference to him at all. Most women he slept with he didn't ever find out their names. They were less likely to get attached if they didn't exchange names. He had absolutely no interest in the dating scene, so the less they knew about him the better. Sex was his drug, and women were just his means of getting that. He had absolutely no emotional connection to any one of them.

[adyline]

poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
when we drink we do it right gettin slizzard!

<sub>A sexy little smirk adorned her perfect, full lips. She enjoyed this, a lot. She had this boy wrapped around her delicate manicured finger. And oh how tightly wrapped he was. He was a yo-yo on a string to her, to pull in and push away at her beck and call, her every wish and desire. A little gesture from her finger and whoop! there he was in the palm of her hand. It was great, it was wonderful. But it wasn't the first time this had happened.

She seemed to enjoy him more though, she didn't know why. Maybe it was - and she shuddered to think of it - because he was poor. He was so different then her normal escapade. Maybe it was the taboo in it all, the excitement of it. Although, to be truthful, it kind of grossed her out. He had no manners, no shame and no money. But he was different. Way different. He was on the other side of the world different. And she kind of liked it.

Hell, if her parents ever found out... that was a bad thought. But, it's not like they could do anything too drastic to their eldest girl, right? They knew about some of the shit that Ady had done - they had even caught her doing some of it - so this wouldn't be too bad of a deal. They had caught her drunk, stoned and having sex. Yeah, this wouldn't be too bad. What would they do, disown her? Cut her off? Yeah right, they'd never do that. It's not like they would ever find out anyway.

And now that she thought about it, this boy wasn't too different. He was hot, a man whore in his own right, and totally wrapped around her finger, just like every guy she had ever slept with. Once it went in, they were hooked. They couldn't get enough and they couldn't get away. It was nice, because they gave her everything she wanted. That was, until she tried to get away. Then they clung to her like a little 5 year old going to kindergarten for the first time. Which was not fun. Not fun at all. It was actually pretty annoying, especially when she knew they slept around often. I guess she just had that effect on people. Anyway, back to the kissing.

His rough, warm hands slid up her body. One stopped at her thigh, but the other slid up over her smooth skin to rest at her hip. A smile echoed in her lips. She loved it when other people touched her, rubbed her. Especially in the appreciative way this man's hands moved now. She drank in his touch, wallowing in it, relishing it. She could tell he was caught up too. His heart was pounding beneath his ribs, she could feel it.

Oh, she was doing so well. And he was defiantly ensnared in her little trap. How did she know? His voice gave it all away. Adyline knew he was trying to keep her from knowing, but that was something you couldn't keep from her. That little strain coming from his throat was enough to tell her she had won.

He was getting into it, that was for sure. He wanted more, but that just wouldn't do, now would it. Drunken sex and morning sex? Sorry, her silky voice whispered in his ear, her hands still working over his body, rubbing his skin in a soft, seductive manner. that's not my style. Well, yes it was, but she was doing this to get back at him. To teach this boy a lesson, and she was pretty sure she had accomplished what she had wanted.

With one last seductive kiss, one last push of her perfect body into his, one last rub of her soft skin against his, the woman who was perfection was done. She had done what she needed to do. Her body slipped of his in a sexy motion, a triumphant smile adorning her lips. After she was standing, she leaned back over, placing her hands on his thighs, and gave him one last, long, lingering kiss to remember her by. Then, her perfect body straightened itself, and walked hips swinging, over to the pile her clothes were in.

As she slipped on her skimpy white dress again, it suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what this guy's name was. Usually she got it during the whole introduction process, but she guessed she was too drunk to have caught it, much less remembered it. So who's name had she screamed last night? Who knew. She might as well ask. So big boy, what should I remember you by? she inquired, her voice drifting sexily from her lips as she walked towards the door. She picked up one shoe on the way there, carrying it delicately. She turned and looked back to the man, and smiled at his answer. She found her other shoe, put them both one, then crossed the rest of the distance to the exit of this tiny, filthy, empty and poor apartment.

Her hand gripped the door knob delicately, not really wanting to touch it. Damn this man had no manners. But she had to get out, right? Yes, she did. She was done here, she had gotten her pleasure. Part of her mind screamed at her to go back and jump on the poor guy and ride him like there was no tomorrow. But no, he was poor, she better not push it. It's not like she would ever see him again. With a flick of the wrist she turned the knob, and the door swung open. One long, perfect leg stepped out, then she turned back and gave the boy one last smile. Oh, I'm Adyline. Buh-bye now. She then walked the rest of the way through the door, closed it, and was gone.

She didn't know why she had told him her name, seeing how she was never going to see him again. Maybe he would become useful later... nah. He was too poor to be useful. She couldn't bring him back to her place ever. I mean, what if he stole something? She sighed, and let her legs take her away from that man. Lets see what fun she could find tonight.</sub>

<3Adyline Heartline;

[griffin axel vaughn]

Griffin was hating this feeling of helplessness he was getting from her. Being powerless was one of his greatest insecurities, but at the same time... he was beginning to think it might be worth it. She was hot, and whether drunk or not, she knew exactly how to get the drop on him... and that kind of confidence wasn't something that you could substitute for anything else. He liked that all she had to do was look at him and she could turn him on and make him want her like he'd never wanted anyone else. Strangely, though, he also didn't like that. He liked to think that he was more in control of her than she was of him, but right now, he couldn't even convince himself of that. At first he fought it, trying to weasel his way out of her control, but before long he gave up fighting it and let her have him.

After what seemed like forever, she broke him out of his trance when she said it wasn't her style. He was confused. What wasn't her style? She kissed him again, only furthering his confusion. This was another reason he had chosen to not even try to understand women. That was also another reason he had chosen to just use them for sex and not get involved beyond that. Unfortunately, she had just flipped the switch and got his mind running, and now he couldn't stop the process. The heated kiss wasn't returned to her. His heart was still racing and every one of his instincts was telling him to keep on going, but his mind was telling him to stop and get out of her trap before it was too late. Of course, it was already too late, but he didn't know that just yet.

Then she slid off of him seductively and placed her hands on his lets and kissed him again, reeling him back in to her web. He wanted to grab her and pull her back down onto him, but before he could react at all she had pulled away and was moving away from him, leaving him out of breath, heart racing, and severely confused. He was lost for words... not that he would have been able to stutter them out if he had thought of anything to say. So instead he just sat there silently, a horribly confused look on his face... nothing to say, and unsure of what to do.

So when she asked him what his name was, he couldn't even catch himself to not say it. Typically he wouldn't tell the women he slept with, considering if they were to be just a one night stand names weren't important. But he was so flustered, he blurted out Griffin before he even realized she had asked the question. Then she stated her name and disappeared out the door, leaving him sitting there in silence like a fool. Only once the door had closed and she had been gone a few moments did he get his senses back. He sat there immobile for a moment before looking over at Boswel who had gone back to lying on the couch, then back to the door. What the hell happened? He asked, really directing the question to himself. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she had left him wanting more, and he wasn't going to be able to get her off his mind. That was going to drive him crazy. He really shouldn't have started playing his game with a girl like her... but it was too late now.