Gang Life(Open to 1 Female)

OOC: Closed to HardCoreGirl


"Chester"
Age: 24
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175
Chester's body is lean and fit, keeping in shape simply from all the running and work that comes with being in a gang. He keeps his brown hair short and out of his eyes. His eyes show in a light green, contrasting to his hair.


Chester tilts his cup back, draining the rest of the liquor down his throat. He stood up and yawned, stretching out. Today he was finally free, able to do whatever he wanted. He'd been kept so busy lately he hadn't any free time for anything. He took out his phone, texting a few people back about a party.

"Finally gunna get some pussy tonight..." He trailed off as he climbed into his car to run a few errands before showing up to the party. This day had gone way too fast, but that usually happens when you sleep in until two in the afternoon. He started his car, pulling out of his driveway.

He approached the supermarket, going in to grab a few things before leaving again. Chester pulled out and sped down the road. His friends house was farther away from the city than he would like, but it would be worth it. Always lots of women at his parties.

He could hear the music blaring from the house far before he pulled into the driveway. "Party must have started awhile ago." He laughed, taking the keys out of the ignition. Chester passed people that were hanging out outside, his eyes trained on the cute packs of girls.

Chester walked through the door, finding a drink and a dance floor quickly. With his drink in hand he started dancing with a few women, occasionally drinking from his cup.

**Bump It**

Name : Pixie
Age : 19
Weight : 98 - 100
Height : 5'1
Pixie being lean but toned and has a black and blue butterfly tattoo on her lower back. A red and black dragon going down her right arm and around her neck. Clothes being slutty like or gang like and others.


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Pixie had been new to town for a while and she had made some friends at a club, one of those friends invited her to the party that was being held at Chester's friends house. Seeing all the people here and the blaring music she already knew becoming a party girl wouldn't be a problem anymore, she just moved of her parents house a year ago and now on her own moving from place to place. She had a habit of getting into nasty relationships that had her one the move all the time.

Going down the hall she saw the kitchen with the drinks and drugs out on the table, grabbing a cup she mixed some drinks and then went into the living room where everyone was dancing, making out or even fucking. Looking to the side she saw a few guys that looked interesting and even the type she liked, gang wise and the rough kinda looking guys. One problem with pixie was she loved the rough guys, reasons she always got into trouble with guys, always picking the ones that were fucked up, either on drugs or drunk up to the heavens.

Pixie knew life wouldn't be boring if she did this kinda stuff, got into the relationships she did and even used the stuff she did. Taking a drink of her mixed drinks she leaned up against the wall, she had a feeling someone was going to come in next that would be the next guy who would make her their victim or their girl. Her hair being tied up into pony tails and her clothes being black baggy pants with a tight hot pink tank top, her eyes scanning the living room and waiting for that one person to approach her. Any guy would be able to tell just by looking at her that she was a wild one, but if you got her in the right situation at the right time she would submit in no time. A true trait of a submissive would never to look a guy in the eyes, much less look anyone in the eyes if they were submissive enough. Hearing her cell ding she growled annoying like and took it out looking at her texts, her parents had texted her asking her what she was doing and where she was, even though she moved out they felt like they had to keep track of her. Rolling her eyes she put her cell back not caring really, she had wanted a guy who would video tape her and even take pictures of her and send them to her friends and even other people.

Now it was just a waiting game, to see who approached her.

He finished the rest of his cup, dropping it to the floor as he kept dancing. He had been dancing with the same girl for awhile now and was sure exactly where it was going to lead. He grinded his hips hard against her, his cock pressing against her ass. His hands traveled along her entire body as he moved to the beat of the music. He bit at the nape of the neck but stopped, seeing something that pissed him off.

"See ya later babe...." Chester whispered to her as he moved past her through the crowd. He reached the edge of the room, staring his sister down. "What the fuck do you think your doing here? You know I don't want you in this kinda shit!" His voice wasn't quiet but not loud enough to silence the whole room.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her upstairs, forcefully pulling her along keeping his grip tight on her. He knew she was feisty and had some fight, last thing he was going to do was let her get away. He pulled her into a room and threw her on the bed, shutting the door behind him. "I realize you think you can do whatever the hell you want nowadays but I'm still around. Who invited you to this party?"

She didn't even see him until he was right in front of her and at that moment she got a scared look in her eyes, looking to the side she growled lowly and tried to think of where she could run or go and get him off track "I....I....I...I..wasn't expecting to see you here, I didn't know you were going to be here..." As he yelled she flinched some and didn't even look at him "I can do whatever the fuck I want, your not the god damned boss of me Chester now fuck off and go get busy with the girl like you were..." Her tone wasn't that of a nice sister much less of a girl that wanted to be bothered right now, she was still wanting to have some fun but her older brother had to come and ruin it.

Feeling him grab her wrist she glared deeply at him and gave a somewhat loud his "Chester let me the fuck go!! Now!!" Yelping as he yanked her wherever he wanted her and she growled lowly, seeing him taking her upstairs and down the hall she yanked at her wrist and dug her nails into his "CHESTER!!" Feeling herself get pulled into a room and thrown on the bed she closed her eyes and was not severely pissed off "I swear to god if you don't let me go back down and party I'm going to fuck up your god damn life so bad you don't even know which way is what!!"

Sitting up she saw the door shut then him as who invited her "Who invited me is none of your god damn business much less you aren't my father so get the fuck away.." Getting up she went over and raised her hand back handing him hard, anyone even near the door would be able to hear what just happened, glaring at him he would see just how pissed off he had made her "Get out of my fucking way..." She had never smacked her brother or even fought back against him but since she had become so wild he would see a different side of her now, one that would fight until she had nothing left to fight with. If he looked down on her stomach he would see a shape of a gun, a black and silver automatic pistol at that, and he knew she wasn't afraid to use it.

He couldn't help but smirk as she fought and screamed up the stairs and into the room. He barely felt the nails digging in his skin, her yelling was more of a pain than her nails. He turned back, feeling his face reddened by the a hand connecting with his face. He stared her down, not saying anything for awhile. "I fucking dare you to to do that again bitch. I will fuck you so hard you wont be able to sit for a week!"

He yelled, hoping that comment would through her off guard quite a bit. The truth was, he would do it to make his point. Chester was a bit surprised that she had actually slapped him, she'd changed quite a bit since he talked to last. That was made quite apparent by the gun at her waist. He made note if it, not worried because of the pistol on his waist as well as the knife.

He pulled the knife out, pressing it against her skin before shoving her back onto the bed. "Don't fucking doubt for a second that I wont cut you to make a point. Now sit the fuck down and answer my god damn question!" He was getting angrier now as he stood over her sister. She was puny compared to him, made even more obvious as she sat on the bed.