A World Apart

[Erlikkhan]

OOC: Despite my good judgment and penchant for raw sex with little plot, I have agreed to try a romance of sorts. I have a feeling my pornographic tendencies will return quickly in this Romeo and Juliet type scenario. This is for Irish (Pitchford) and me.

INTRO: Brian Rockford, better known as Rocky, was a survivor. His father had been a drunk that killed himself in a car when Rocky was eight. His mother bounced around from man to man and tried to hold onto a job to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads moving from city to city.

Rocky grew up a loner with few friends, although his good looks and muscular physique had many of the girls chasing him. Rocky was not interested in relationships, but they went out with him anyway hoping they could turn him or, in many cases, just for the great sex.

When he was twenty-two, he was sent to jail for 9 months when he beat the man to within inches of his life for calling his mother a slut three months after she was found dead in a sleazy motel room.

Rocky had a talent for absorbing books quickly. He read every book in the prison library. When he was released he knew his life had to change. He went back to construction and other odd jobs to make some money while he sorted out where he was going. One of his jobs was working for a catering company.

IC: I got the call on my cell phone early Saturday morning. They needed more bodies to help with the big 25th Anniversary party the Smith’s were throwing for themselves out by the lake. I knew the place. It was one of those fortress mansions with acres and acres of manicured grounds. Smith was a big time investment banker. A recent article estimated he was worth close to half a billion dollars.

This time they wanted me as a backup bartender in addition to setting up and taking down. They gave me a monkey suit. I thought I looked pretty spiffy. I took over one of the bars with little action for Frank who needed a break. As I looked out at the guests, my eyes fixed on a goddess whose beauty almost took my breath away.

She was sensuous beyond description. Her light blond hair bounced off her shoulders with a luster and energy that defined her elegance. Her smile radiated playfulness and a joy of life. Her deep blue eyes were full of passion, yet there was freshness and an air of innocence about her. She was descended from the gods. She was royalty. She was perfect.

Her eyes caught me staring, but I was unable to look away. She approached the bar with a friendly smile molded from full lips and pearl white teeth, but who was I kidding? She was so far out of my league that we were hardly on the same planet. I didn’t see a wedding ring but I was sure she must have a billionaire boyfriend.

She moved closer. The gentle sway of her hips, the swell of her breasts pushing out from the top of her gown and the aura that radiated from her mere presence had me in awe. I had to say something to impress her but I was at a loss for words. I closed my eyes briefly and remembered a Shakespeare sonnet that spoke of beauty.

“If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces.”

I opened my eyes and held her gaze. I had no idea what she was going to do, but I had given it my best shot

 

[IrishPitchford]

Intro: Savannah (Anna) Smith is 21. She is a natural beauty. She has flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Savannah has tanned skin, from laying out by the pool and by the lake in the back yard alot. She has this innocent look about her. She's 5'3 and has 40d chest. She has a very toned body, as she is very active. She has no tattoos or peircings, as she beleives in an all natural look. She has perfect straight and pearly white teeth. Savannah is a eye catcher...she is someone who defenitely gets alot of stares.

Anna has grown up in a sort of sheltered lifestyle. Her father, Charles Smith, is a huge investment banker. He has plenty of stocks and good jugdement to know when to sell the stocks. He works very hard at what he does. Her mother, Marilyn does not work. She usually holds charity events to keep herself occupied and to do good deeds in the world. Anna had to never work in her life, but choose to, to have a sort of self-accomplishment and self-worth. She wanted to become independant and responsible. She only worked small jobs at times, but knew it was a start....a start to be on her own.

Savannah grew up very spoiled and rich. She always had things just handed to her, and she began to get sick of it. She was royality. She was treated as a princess.

Savannah has went on dates, but usually with guys that her parents had known and hooked up with her. They said they had high standards for her, so they wanted to choose the right men for her. All the dates Anna went on were mainly a waste of her time. They were never her type. Then again, she didn't really know what her type was; she never before had a chance to know what her type is.

Savannah had a personality like no other. She was amazingly charming and very intelligent. And she smiled alot. She always seemed to be in good spirits, even when she was sad.

IC: It's my parents 25th Anniversary and they had a huge party planned. They hired people after people to set up and arrange for the party. I figured it was just going to be anouther one of those huge gatherings, so they can invite people over and show off everything they have. I wasn't looking forward to the event, but knew I had to attend it to keep on good terms with my parents.

One of our in-house keepers, Mary, came up to my room. I was standing out on the balcony from my room, over looking the lake, when I heard Mary enter. She brought me my gown that I had to wear for the party. I came in and grabbed it from her. She assured me that I'll make it through the party, to just mingle and enjoy myself, and to satisfy my parents for this special event they had enstore. Mary and I have become very close. She was my nanny while I was growing up. She lived in our house since I was born. My parents would constantly go out to get togethers or vacations and they'd leave me here with Mary. She's more of a mom to me than Marilyn, but of course Marilyn didn't know that.

Mary left the room and I slipped the beautiful, long black gown on my body. The dress was very elegant and sexy. The gown had to straps, it just sat snug on my breasts. It flowed down me, showing my hour-glass figure. It flowed to the ground, trailing behind me. My parents insisted that a stylist do my makeup and hair, so I went along with it. They put ringlet curls in my soft, long flowing blonde hair. My makeup was next. Then I slipped my high heels on and was ready to go socialize.

As the party began, I came out of my room. I walked outside and started mingling, as I was told. I have to admit, I did meet a very few interesting people. I stood and talked and laughed and smiled.

I glanced over and noticed the bar tender staring at me. Our eyes met eachothers. He was incredibly stunning. As we starred at eachother, everything else around me seemed to stop. It was as if it were just him and I there. I excused myself from the conversation that I was in the middle of, because I had to meet this wonderful looking man.

I walked over to him, as he watched me, our eyes never left eachothers.It was as if it was love at first site.

As I finally got close to him, he closed his eyes....

“If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces.”

His words were amazing. It was the most touching and beautiful words I have ever heard. Something was special about this man. I had this feeling come over my body. It was electrifying.

I glanced back into his eyes, so deeply, as if I could read his feelings. I felt something inside that I had never felt before. Words couldn't describe.

Mary came out of nowhere and said my father needed to see me at once.

I quickly without thought, grabbed the man close to me and kissed his cheek, so softly. "I will see you again, very soon. Meet me tonight after the party, at 11pm, by the big tree at the far end of the lake. Until then, I will be thinking of you."

I walked away from him and glanced back, our eyes met eachothers once again. There was something about this man. I had to see him again. Strong feelings ran through my body.

As he was out of my sight, he was still in my mind. I thought of him non-stop. Visions and thoughts went through my head.

I walked up to my father and he told me that he noticed me talking with the bar tender and forbid me to talk with him again. I was crushed. He said that man was not my type and I was to stay with my kind. I was very upset, but said okay, very rudely, then stormed away. But I knew I would disobey my father's wishes. I knew I would see him again. I didn't even know the man's name, yet I was head over heals for him. I knew that I could even sleep with him tonight. Tonight was going to be a special night.

 

[IrishPitchford]

*bump*

 

[Erlikkhan]

My heart was racing out of control from the brief peck on the cheek bestowed by this goddess of love on me, a mere mortal. She disappeared as quickly as she had arrived, gliding away like an angel. I watched her sensual sway against the thin material of her long dress that clung gracefully to her rounded spheres.

She was way out of my league, and yet she invited me to meet her later. I wanted to see her again, but I was sure that once she figured out who I was she would be disappointed. I was thinking of skipping the meeting altogether. I was still thinking of her when Frank came back to relieve me with our boss Roland. He said he needed to talk to me privately.

“Look, Rocky, I’m going to ask you to go. Old man Smith saw you flirting with his daughter Savannah. You know better than that. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Well fuck old man Smith and fuck you and fuck this job. I quit.”

I was pissed and drove around until I had calmed enough to think. She wasn’t just out of my league. She was a Smith. We didn’t even live on the same planet. I was still intrigued by her invitation to meet her later, and curious why she would do something like that with all her money. Maybe she was looking for something money couldn’t buy.

I had pretty much decided to blow off the meeting, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. It was almost 11 and somehow the car found its way back to her neighborhood. Well maybe I could watch from a distance just to see if she would show, and what she would do when I didn’t.

The last guests were just leaving the party when I jumped the fence and moved down into the shadows near the lake and the tree. I waited for over ten minutes but she didn’t show. Just as I was about to leave I saw her emerge from the side of the house. She ran down toward the lake until she reached the tree. She called out several times.

I watched for a few minutes mesmerized by her beauty. But who was I kidding. It would be impossible for the two of us to coexist. Her father already hated me, and I had nothing to offer. I was about to leave when she dropped to the ground and began to cry. I stepped from the shadows.

“That’s not fair, you know. Girls shouldn't be allowed to cry. I just wanted to look at you one more time, Savannah. I was going to leave but now I have to stay until I see you smile.”