TaintedHeart
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Richard V. Carlson was known. Really well known. And all over the place. It came as no shock to anyone, though. The man was a Billionaire. He was practically the ruler of Los Angeles. He owned half the casinos there, and if he wasn't known for his money, his prosperous industrial business, or his low profile and occasional 'good' deeds, he was in fact known for his daughter, a rose among violets, Chasity Carlson. Now she was a sight for sore eyes. The girl could truly call the attention of whoever she wanted, and when it came to turning heads, they didn't exaggerate the fraze at all. Sure enough, Chasity was worth turning your car around amidst mid-day traffic, with your girl friend in the passenger side seat, just to get another look at her. But she was in no way what many people thought her out to be.
Chasity Carlson, college freshmen, little christan girl who was stuck with private school, meditation, and happy thoughts her whole life. It was amusing. This was no where close to what Chasity was really like. She was Chasity, college heart breaker, little demon girl who terrorized the school, destroyed, and stirred up havoc since she had gotten into the Co-ed college. But even looking at Chasity the wrong way might have her father, with only the entire city in the palm of his hand, issue the word to get someone locked away on bizarre charges, false, and always win. It also had it's little perks.
Now, Richard Carlson wasn't completely perfect. He kept a low profile for a reason, and tried his best, despite his large fortune that could set the life of a star for twenty people and their children, he had to be careful. There was always the police, and the government to worry about. And anyone who knew...truly knew him on a very close basis, knew that it was in fact something to think on. Richard Carlson was also a member of gang activities and illegal under the table operations. Whatever he wanted just about, and the occasional bad cop who gained him information if needed. Not the type of person to mess with. And then again...he could not turn to the police if he needed anything, for that would risk his exposure as well.
Chasity knew this, for the past few years she had been the subject of her father's attention. Be it bad attention, such as attempted ransom kidnaps, knowing that he could not turn to the police for help, or centered targetted marriage purposes, she'd seen it all. And now, an attractive, unruly newly turned nineteen year old, she had more and more things to worry about.
Chasity was just as fall-down-dead-double-take-turn-you-car-around beautiful as she was made out to be. She was tall, and exceptionally thin, with a creamy colored complexion that suggested the girl was the 'manicure every other day, spa treatment for two hours every wednesday, perms, pampered skin threatment, aroma therapy' type of girl. Soft to the touch, if you could get that close. Her body was sexy, there was no other word for it. Your very capable head modle features, an hourglass form with nothing but curves and orbs. Her hair was dark brown, streaked blonde and extended to her mid back, all the same length. In addition, her eyes were a light, lovely ocean blue, with a young, pretty face, two piercings in her right ear and three in her left. She was a 'dress however' type of girl, but never wore the same thing twice.
Despite her fathers constant advice, Chasity fancied a trip down town today, in the business section of Los Angeles, the section that suggested fun. Ice cream shops, name brand stores, massive business buildings, and riding in a Limo, the girl couldn't help but turn heads as she stepped from the black limo, dressed in a tight, strapless gold shirt, and hip hugging jeans, showing off that thin form proudly. She motioned for the drive to stay in the area, in case she decided to leave soon, and started out, before catching something interesting. Now here was a nice restaurant. She started into the door, the man recognizing her instantly, and despite their dress policy, showed her to a elegant table. It was a adorable italian place, as few times she was allowed in such places, but nice none the less. Today she wasn't on the lookout for kidnappers or money seekers, just a good time out. It was difficult, being the Billionaire's daughter.
Chasity Carlson, college freshmen, little christan girl who was stuck with private school, meditation, and happy thoughts her whole life. It was amusing. This was no where close to what Chasity was really like. She was Chasity, college heart breaker, little demon girl who terrorized the school, destroyed, and stirred up havoc since she had gotten into the Co-ed college. But even looking at Chasity the wrong way might have her father, with only the entire city in the palm of his hand, issue the word to get someone locked away on bizarre charges, false, and always win. It also had it's little perks.
Now, Richard Carlson wasn't completely perfect. He kept a low profile for a reason, and tried his best, despite his large fortune that could set the life of a star for twenty people and their children, he had to be careful. There was always the police, and the government to worry about. And anyone who knew...truly knew him on a very close basis, knew that it was in fact something to think on. Richard Carlson was also a member of gang activities and illegal under the table operations. Whatever he wanted just about, and the occasional bad cop who gained him information if needed. Not the type of person to mess with. And then again...he could not turn to the police if he needed anything, for that would risk his exposure as well.
Chasity knew this, for the past few years she had been the subject of her father's attention. Be it bad attention, such as attempted ransom kidnaps, knowing that he could not turn to the police for help, or centered targetted marriage purposes, she'd seen it all. And now, an attractive, unruly newly turned nineteen year old, she had more and more things to worry about.
Chasity was just as fall-down-dead-double-take-turn-you-car-around beautiful as she was made out to be. She was tall, and exceptionally thin, with a creamy colored complexion that suggested the girl was the 'manicure every other day, spa treatment for two hours every wednesday, perms, pampered skin threatment, aroma therapy' type of girl. Soft to the touch, if you could get that close. Her body was sexy, there was no other word for it. Your very capable head modle features, an hourglass form with nothing but curves and orbs. Her hair was dark brown, streaked blonde and extended to her mid back, all the same length. In addition, her eyes were a light, lovely ocean blue, with a young, pretty face, two piercings in her right ear and three in her left. She was a 'dress however' type of girl, but never wore the same thing twice.
Despite her fathers constant advice, Chasity fancied a trip down town today, in the business section of Los Angeles, the section that suggested fun. Ice cream shops, name brand stores, massive business buildings, and riding in a Limo, the girl couldn't help but turn heads as she stepped from the black limo, dressed in a tight, strapless gold shirt, and hip hugging jeans, showing off that thin form proudly. She motioned for the drive to stay in the area, in case she decided to leave soon, and started out, before catching something interesting. Now here was a nice restaurant. She started into the door, the man recognizing her instantly, and despite their dress policy, showed her to a elegant table. It was a adorable italian place, as few times she was allowed in such places, but nice none the less. Today she wasn't on the lookout for kidnappers or money seekers, just a good time out. It was difficult, being the Billionaire's daughter.