OOC: Ashley Kane. 22 years old. 5'3". 110 Pounds. 36-23-35. Long blonde hair, blue eyes.
IC:
The Johnny Walker burned going down, but I slapped the shot glass down on the bar and told the bartender to pour another. It wouldn't hurt to be a little tanked if I were actually going to carry out my plan.
While Woody behind the bar poured, I looked around the bar. I'd never been here before. I certainly wouldn't be back. It was a seedy little dump located almost four hours away from my home. I'd picked it for its distance.
There were about ten guys in the place including the bartender. I was the only woman, lucky me. They all looked like losers. Which was perfect for my plan.
I was here because of my so-called boyfriend Ray. The guy I was living with. The guy I planned to marry. The guy who was fucking some bitch from work in our bed, and didn't even have the decency to apologize when I caught them together.
He just gave me the old, 'It didn't mean anything.....' speech.
Call me naive. I'd never heard the speech before. I always thought sex was something precious, something sacred between two people. I never knew it cold be meaningless.
Well, live and learn, I thought.
And I was going to commence my education tonight.
I downed another two drinks while I waited for the jukebox to die down. How many damned songs did George Jones sing, anyway? I think I heard them all while I waited.
When merciful silence set in, I cleared my throat, making sure every eye in the place was on me. Then I sat on the bar and pulled up my short skirt, revealing my distinct lack of panties. Or pubic hair. I swear one of the hicks actually whistled.
"So," I said, my voice purposefully deep and throaty. "Who wants to fuck?"
IC:
The Johnny Walker burned going down, but I slapped the shot glass down on the bar and told the bartender to pour another. It wouldn't hurt to be a little tanked if I were actually going to carry out my plan.
While Woody behind the bar poured, I looked around the bar. I'd never been here before. I certainly wouldn't be back. It was a seedy little dump located almost four hours away from my home. I'd picked it for its distance.
There were about ten guys in the place including the bartender. I was the only woman, lucky me. They all looked like losers. Which was perfect for my plan.
I was here because of my so-called boyfriend Ray. The guy I was living with. The guy I planned to marry. The guy who was fucking some bitch from work in our bed, and didn't even have the decency to apologize when I caught them together.
He just gave me the old, 'It didn't mean anything.....' speech.
Call me naive. I'd never heard the speech before. I always thought sex was something precious, something sacred between two people. I never knew it cold be meaningless.
Well, live and learn, I thought.
And I was going to commence my education tonight.
I downed another two drinks while I waited for the jukebox to die down. How many damned songs did George Jones sing, anyway? I think I heard them all while I waited.
When merciful silence set in, I cleared my throat, making sure every eye in the place was on me. Then I sat on the bar and pulled up my short skirt, revealing my distinct lack of panties. Or pubic hair. I swear one of the hicks actually whistled.
"So," I said, my voice purposefully deep and throaty. "Who wants to fuck?"
