OOC: I've decided to get this story started. I'll be filling in the roles of Steve and whatever male extras are going to be needed until the roles are filled. If you want to take a role that's not already filled by someone other than me (badbabysitter is Emily, black0sheep is playing one of Steve's pals, and scribe_m is Max, Emily's boss at the strip club) go ahead and jump in. Details are available in this thread.
IC:
Steve Talbot
Age: 30
5'10, muscular trimmed build, tan
Short black hair
Steve is a man of action. If he sees something he wants, he does whatever he can to get it, and he doesen't care who he steps on to get it. Something of a misogynist, Steve sees women as conquests to suit his whims and little else.
Settling in from a short day at the office, Steve relaxed on his large leather couch, propping his feet on the glass coffee table. Today was another lazy Friday after work and the entire weekend was ahead of him. Maybe he'd spend another weekend with the guys at the bar, getting drunk and chasing women.
On a whim, Steve rose from the couch and headed over to his entertainment center. Digging through the piles of DVD's and cassettes, he ran across a certain cassette that gave him pause: The label read only one word: "EMILY."
Steve smirked, remembering the night that the taped was filmed. At first she was so afraid, but it didn't take much to turn her into a complete slut. Damn, what a great fuck she was. That tousled blond hair, those perfect breasts...those long, slender legs, that perfect bubble ass....and those full pouty lips that could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. An impish smile crossed his lips as he eyed the phone.
Maybe there was a better way he and his friends could spend the weekend.
IC:
Steve Talbot
Age: 30
5'10, muscular trimmed build, tan
Short black hair
Steve is a man of action. If he sees something he wants, he does whatever he can to get it, and he doesen't care who he steps on to get it. Something of a misogynist, Steve sees women as conquests to suit his whims and little else.
Settling in from a short day at the office, Steve relaxed on his large leather couch, propping his feet on the glass coffee table. Today was another lazy Friday after work and the entire weekend was ahead of him. Maybe he'd spend another weekend with the guys at the bar, getting drunk and chasing women.
On a whim, Steve rose from the couch and headed over to his entertainment center. Digging through the piles of DVD's and cassettes, he ran across a certain cassette that gave him pause: The label read only one word: "EMILY."
Steve smirked, remembering the night that the taped was filmed. At first she was so afraid, but it didn't take much to turn her into a complete slut. Damn, what a great fuck she was. That tousled blond hair, those perfect breasts...those long, slender legs, that perfect bubble ass....and those full pouty lips that could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. An impish smile crossed his lips as he eyed the phone.
Maybe there was a better way he and his friends could spend the weekend.