The Billionaire's Daughter

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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.
 
Scott Thomas had actually just arrived in Los Angeles yesterday, he was here to see his beautiful cousin who had supposedly hit it big in the modeling industry. He remembered the letter he received from her that three weeks ago about coming to see her and how she could hook him up with her friends and show him to the greatest parties he could ever imagine. How he could he resist? Not just because of that, but also his little cuz was his favorite cousin and the two had nearly been brother and sister. Walking down some street, Scott forgot the name, he saw too many people who looked like walking amusement parks.

Not that the people were ugly, actually the opposite, but these people were so made up and fake that it made him laugh. At 6 feet tall, approximately 180lbs of pure muscle Scott really stood out in the crowd of wimpy looking guys. He had broad shoulders and strong arms, but yet he didn't appear very muscular. In fact, he wasn't physically muscular but he was surely very strong. His short dark brown hair was cut clean and he was clean shaven and his face was very youthful despite being 22. As he strolled down the street his eyes turned and focused on a black limo that pulled up before a restaurant. Thinking it was someone famous he crossed the street and watched.

However, it wasn't, but he definately wasn't disappointed! She was his type, tall, thin, and beautiful. Ha, that wasn't saying much, but on looks alone she was definately a knock-out, one that made his heart beat extra fast. He doubt she had seen him, but his plans for the day went right out the window. He would meet her, no matter what. They would never allow him inside, no way, he didn't have the money nor the proper attire. So, he did what one man with a mission could do, he entered. Hovering in the front he watch and waited, wondering what in the heck he was actually doing. This wasn't like him.

It was then he had an idea! Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the present that his mom had given for his cousin Rebecca, a priceless family heirloom earing, diamond earring. Ripping away at the wrapping he opened it, pulled it out, and threw the rest of the package away. He waited, and waited, until finally as the host turned he entered and walked right for her. Stepping by her he turned like he had realized he missed her and smiled, nearly lost for words. "Uhh.. miss, I do believe you dropped this?" Showing the earring he knew she hadn't dropped it, for it was his, but it was his best chance.
 
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Chasity's instant interest in the quait, expensive fancy restaurant hadn't faded. It was elegantly beautiful, quite a place. She could tell by the attire of the people, and just the way they had set up the table for two, with a nice rose vace toward the head of the table, that it was five star. She had scanned through the menu, guessing she'd just take a bit of tea and the chef's specialty on lunch for today, until a few words caught her attention.

"Uhh.. miss, I do believe you dropped this?" Her head turned, that streaked, rich brown hair following as she did to to face th man. He was cute, yes, not looking too far away from late teens, herself being around the nineteen age as well. Though everything about him said an out of towner. For one, if she'd dropped that earring, anyone in Los Angeles wouldn't have bothered to return it. For two, he was polite. You didn't see that in every day citizens. And for three, well, entering a five star italian restaurant, and approaching a billionaire's daughter. Yep, he certainly had to be new in town.

Chasity reached up to her right ear. True, she'd dropped an earring, but she hadn't paid much mind before. Even if the earring he held wasn't her's. No doubt, one of the hole's was lacking an earring, as she'd wore two in each for today, diamonds and diamond studded hoop earrings. She took it, smiling to him in that heart breaker fashion she constantly held.

"Why thank you, your so sweet..." The host had noticed he'd entered, and in turn, approached her. Normally they were camera men who tried to sneak in, or news reporters, or interviewers, who all ended up getting thrown out. And that's just what he was doing. He called up security, the two armed guards hastily approaching. Chasity, thinking that she could at least pay the guy for his trouble, or keep him from getting a rough welcome to Los Angeles, stopped them.

"It's okay boys, he's with me." As the dogs were called off, she smiled and motioned toward the seat. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn't a celebrity, or a rich and famous guy who lived really half way across the world in England and travelled to Rome, Paris, or El Salvador every other day. It tended to get rather boring when all she had to talk to were movie stars and singers. And if she wasn't really into him, she could always call security to toss him out. He seemed nice enough...she just had to be careful. Oh, her father would birth a pink twinkie if he knew where she was, who she was talking to, and how she was dressed. After all, she was little 'christan' Chasity. He, yeah right.

"Hey, that was nice, what you did back there, but you don't have to fake it. This earring isn't mine, here, keep it. How much would you like, not everyday a guy might return an earring, even if it isn't the girl's he found...d'you think five hundred might do?" She was a billionaire's daughter. At times she dropped a good five or six dollars. It cost her more to turn around and pick it up then it did to keep going. She smiled, that pretty, captivating smile, batting those long eye lashes. It was fun to flirt, even if she wasn't allowed to do anything else.
 
As she looked directly up at him, her brown hair flowing freely through the air, Scott just about lost his balance. However, he held on, and considering the situation he did it pretty well. As she smiled and called him sweet he blushed, it was just one of those things you couldn't help. And then, looking back to the door he saw commotion as the host approached, damnit, he thought. Security was approaching as well and he was expecting a good dragging out of the place when suddenely the young lady spoke up. Wow, lucky.

"Oh, I swear I saw you drop it, but alright I'll keep it. I want no money, however what you just did for me was quite nice of you," he said as he finally took a seat across from her. "500 though? That is way too kind, you are far too generous. I could have handled those guys myself though, especially that wimpy annoying host," he said with a smile that could warm hearts. Looking around for a moment he saw a few people looking at them, but overall he noticed just how out of place they were, especially himself.

This was way too classy of a place for him. He liked to dress nicely and go places every now and then but jeez, it was the afternoon and too hot outside to dress all nice and dine nicely. "Oh, I'm sorry, so rude of me after you offered me the seat. I'm Scott Thomas, actually this is only my second day here in Los Angeles." Looking at the woman again waiting for her to reply Scott smiled slightly as he looked into her eyes and face, how couldn't one smile? She was absolutely gorgeous, his cousin would definately have to wait. This was better than any model party! Definately!
 
"Oh, you really don't want to start trouble in Los Angeles, especially with armed security guards in a five star restaurant." He was nice, it seemed like he wasn't just some creepy reporter or anything after all. But she'd have to wait to be sure. After all, the reporters were getting mighty cute these days. She rose a slender fingered hand, brushing aside those locks of long brown hair as she set her elbows on the table. She knew she looked out of place, a gold sleeveless shirt on and flared jeans, not to mention sandles on, a golden locket, carrying a little purse. And she was sure if she, a rich girl, was out of place, then he must have been even more out of place.

"Don't worry about it, I like to be 'nice' to people when I get the chance, and if their nice back. Nice to mee you Scott. I'm Chasity Carlson, 'Princess of L.A.' as everyone calls me." She flashed another charming smile sweetly, checking the clock as the waiter brought her a plate of cucumber sandwiches, apologizing for the wait, and a glass of iced tea along with it. She sipped the tea absentmindedly. 'Chasity, only the richest girl on this coast...' She grinned as he finally said that he was new to L.A., and it was only his second day here.

"What brings you to Los Angeles? Looking for a wild career, seems we've been getting a good flood of new Rock Stars lately..." She said thoughtfully, ignoring the fact that they were receiving odd looks. A good five thousand dollars on her credit card and she could rent the restaurant for eight hours if she wanted. So she wasn't worried.
 
OOC: Hope I'm posting alright so far, I'm a newbie here :p

IC: Scott smiled, she was obviously very rich, I mean she came in a damn limo! But, she was very nice and kind, and it seemed like she was really down to Earth as well. Scott liked that, the wealth only mattered when it went with a personality likes hers. Laughing lightly as she asked if he might be here to become a rock star he shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm definately not a rock star, you definately do not want to hear me sing. My cousin is actually a model here in L.A. and she asked me to come visit. We grew up like brother and sister and haven't seen each other for so long. Actually, we aren't really cousins, not by blood at least, but....well its a long story," he said doubting she wanted to hear him talk this much.

"Princess of L.A.?" Okay, so she wasn't just rich, she was extremely rich. He hadn't seen here in any magazines, movies, or anything like that, at least he didn't think so. He didn't want to be rude by being wrong so he hoped she would answer his question so he didn't have to ask further questions as to why. "Well you definately know how to show authority, I like that, that host gets on my nerves. I hate snooty people like him," he smiled and scratched the back of his neck slightly, a sign of nervousness.

"Actually, my cousin models for the VooJay modeling line, I'm suppose to meet her at a gig she has today in alittle bit. It's at this address but I can't find it," he said handing her a piece of paper that had the address on it. "I should have gotten a map, I didn't plan too far ahead," he said with a nervous smile.
 
::OOC-it's fine, your pretty good for a newbie. don't worry, I haven't been here very long either.::

"Hm, lets see..." She scanned over the address for a moment, frowning lightly. No, she didn't quite know where this place was, but then again, she could very early find out. She shook her head none the less lightly.

"I'm not sure where this is, I don't get out a lot. If at all, it's normally in Beverly Hills. But, lucky for you, I've got a limo with a driver who's been all over, so I can get you there if you like." It was a nice move, and if her father found out, which he likely would, he'd probably set the dogs on the poor guy for even being around her, or looking at her, much less talking to her. But Chasity had learned how to become quite a presuasive girl, a quick easy pull of the strings got her whatever she wanted. She didn't like the magazines, or the press, so it was no wonder she never appeared on air, in magazines or such. Only her father, that was the way she liked it. Besides, if she was in magazines, then she'd have a fan club and stalkers by now...at least it helped with the stalker problem.

"That's if you like. Hey, I guess it's the least I can do, since you're probably not going to find a lot of help in Los Angeles...they pretty much ignore you, if your not important." She snagged one of the cucumber sandwiches, finishing half of her tea and setting down two hundred. The meal probably wasn't that expensive, but she liked leaving a good tip, even if she hadn't even eatten the meal. It was the polite thing to do.

"Well, we've got all day, unless your cousin's show is near this time. I wasn't planning on doing anything today either, so I guess it's up to you..." He was nice. And, like she'd been thinking, not some stuck up prissy life celebrity that she had to talk to. Though she wondered how her father would take it. Oh well, it didn't matter. She was, after all, around nineteen as it was.
 
Actually, Scott wasn't all that disappointed that she didn't know where it was. He was hoping to hang out with her as long as he could, this day so far was way too good to be true. "A limo ride?" Scott laughed very briefly and lightly, "Sure, if it isn't a bother I'd like that, its been awhile since I've been in a limo." Smiling he sat back in the chair and looked at her with friendly eyes, not someone who wanted anything, but someone who could be trusted and whose company was enjoyable. "Yeah, I never really wanted to come to L.A., but I can't deny the wishes of my favorite cousin, plus she said they have pretty good parties," he said with a smile.

As she set down the $200 tip Scott nearly fell out of his chair, but somehow stabilized himself. "Uh..," he said looking at his watch, "Actually, I have a couple of hours before it starts, but I'd like to be alittle early so I'd say we have two hours. You know, if I am a bother I could simply ask directions from your driver. I really don't want to ruin your day," he said but oh he didn't want to leave. He was feeling like a million bucks around here, no well a billion bucks.

"If you want, how about you show me around town to where you like to go? Wherever you want to go I'll tag along, I can't think of anything better to do with my free time. Plus, its not very often that I get to meet such a beautiful and nice woman as yourself, I can't pass up this opportunity," he said and smiled as well as blushed lightly as he didn't think that was just something you said to someone of her type.

"My cousin is also very down to Earth though, even though she is a model, I'm sure you two would get along very well. She is a very cool and nice woman," he said and waited to see what was next.
 
"Oh, don't worry about it. Like I said, I've got absolutely nothing to do today. Might as well give you a good L.A. welcome!" Chasity smiled and stood, that gracefulness the girl carried quite apparent. She brushed back her hair, looking to him and placing a hand on her hip. One didn't know a party until they partied in L.A, so she bet she'd have to invite he and his cousin to a party later on. Unbeknownst to her father, of course. He never knew that she went to real parties that didn't require memorizing a script and words to say, being watched by other rich snobs and what not.

"The parties are to die for! I'll have to show you and your cousin out sometimes. Well, I'll let Jeffery know to stay near by if we need to disappear really quick. Come on, I'll show you around the city, if that's what you'd like to do." She smiled as he complimented her. She'd heard it a dozen times before, and perhaps a dozen tiems before that dozen, but it was always a very nice compliment. It took a while for people to really get to know just how nice Chasity was.

She pulled out a golden cell phone, pressing the instant dial numbers.

"Hello! Hey there Jeffery, listen, I'm going to show a friend of mine around the city and...no...no, I won't be gone, and sure. Yes, you can go there, just make sure to be near by in case I need to you drop us off somewhere. Thank you, bye." She hung up the cell phone, looking back to Scott.

"All set, whenever your ready." He was cute. And polite, nice, a good guy to say the least. Chasity had already decided she liked him...but how much..?
 
Scott smiled and stood soon after she did, wondering exactly what a good L.A. welcome was. Considering he had already gotten the best welcome thus far he could ever remember, meeting a beautiful and down to Earth woman in only his second day here. He was sure that she would show him a good time around the city, considering her wealth he was also sure that she knew everywhere to go. Truly, Scott couldn't have been much more lucky, and as he looked at her as she began to speak again he knew that he had just made a good friend.

As she remarked on the parties Scott was just alittle surprised, actually he thought that she might not been much into parties considering her distaste for media and the L.A. lifestyle it seemed. But, to know she loved to party and have a good time was relaxing, he was quite glad that she wasn't uptight. However, what she said next confused him slightly, what did she mean when she said about disappearing real quick? Scratching the back of his head as she finished he smiled, "Sure, that sounds good to me, right now I'm about up for anything."

While she talked on her cellphone, a phone that was gold, oh how he hoped it wasn't really gold. Looking away he shook his head in amazement, because in reality he knew it was probably as gold as gold could be. With alittle chuckle he turned back to look at her as she hung up, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be," he said, smiled, and then walked off with her out from the establishment allowing her to take them wherever she had intended to go.
 
The outside was crowded with business women and men, the traffic hectic and busy as always. No doubt, the crowds parted like Moses and the Sea as she walked, leading Scott on behind her. After the first two times of losing him, she'd finally giggled just lightly and taken his hand to lead him along behind her. The odd looks she got were even more surprising, along with the array of jealous glances from a vast majority of the guys they passed.

She pointed out a good few massive buildings, the mall being the most visible, it's size practically unimaginable. The Mall would be crowded as well. Chasity deeply considered taking off to the Beach, having not been too far really from it. She slowed down finally.

"Here, this is the newest Dance Club opened. Angels is the name, I haven't gotten around to going to it...not yet at least." She gave a sly grin. Disappearances were called for suddenly. Because oh so recently her father thought it was nice to 'keep an eye out' for her, and send at least three of the men who worked for him to follow her around, and get rid of anyone that wasn't either a girl, or important that was hanging around with her. She didn't see why, it wasn't like she was a foolish little fourteen year old. She could handle her own situations.

That had also been the reason that Chasity began to sneak out at night for the parties, and just get away from her half perfect life, and the badgering of her father to do something. And she normally went with any guy, or another friend that she could get to come. She could easily become the star of any magazine, television show, or what ever. But she didn't want that. Money beyond beleif was enough for her as it was.

"Well, come on. I don't think it'll be too loud, and if so maybe we can get a room in the back. Most Clubs always have some open.." She took his hand again with a soft smile, leading him inside. Already, desptie it being around twelve or so, music was blarring, and though the place was mildly full, it was a leisure, have fun in the day sort of atmosphere, not the wilder ever party night scene. It was a nice place, yes, though the security was tight. The men at the door hadn't hesitated to let her inside, though.
 
This was exactly the reason why Scott disliked cities, they were too crowded and everyone was way too busy, now where he was from you could walk down the street and barely ever see more than a few people. At times they had lost each other but he had found her time and time again by her giggling, at least she was having fun with it. Laughing as well as he finally saw her again he suddenly felt his hand taken and squeezed as she led him on. "Jeeez its busy out here, no wonder so many people go insane," he said as she nearly dragged him off.

Looking at the dance club she was talking about Scott felt a bulge in his throat, he was nervous, because he definately could not dance. And someone like Chasity surely could. As she pulled him along again towards the building Scott looked back and forth at the security guards before going right on by. Wow she had some pull. He definately wouldn't have gotten in here by himself like this. As they looked at each other with a smile before they entered Scott knew that she was definately into him.

And, he was definately into her as well. As they walked further into the club, it was much more empty than usual for sure, Scott leaned close to her ear. "Hey, I hope you don't want to dance, I'd embarrass you pretty badly. I am definately a white guy that can't dance," he said and laughed embarrassed. "Room in the back? .....Uh sure," he said, hesitating for some reason, but again he wondered about all things, being a guy of course he wondered about what they would do back there.

He hadn't planned on anything, but gosh she was definately showing him signs. Staying close by her side he allowed her to talk her way through everything as she was surely the one in control of the situation. Actually, he felt alittle odd for being so submissive, it wasn't like him at all, but he wasn't the one with any real power here in L.A.
 
"This is nice...a lot better then the crowds out there, right?" She finally stopped at the bar, taking a seat at the side and smiling over to him, that long, streaked brown hair shifting as she turned her head.

"Oh, don't worry about it. No one really minds, it's just for fun in the day at most of the clubs. At night though, is when it really gets rough..." She ordered a water for herself, telling the man to put whatever Scott wanted on her card, before handing him the Platinum. No doubt, the bar tender told her to keep it, and that it was on the house. She smiled and nodded.

"If you like it out here, we can stay out here rather than head back." She offered, turning lightly in the spin around chair, tugging down that gold shirt which had been in the process of revealing the pretty girl's think smooth stomach area. She liked him, she had to say. How much, she wasn't quite sure yet, but he was nice. And polite, a small town guy who wasn't looking to hit it big and run off to his own fame and fortune. And though, as she'd been thinking, he father would have a cow if he knew where and who she was with, she didn't intend on leaving him too soon.

It was only typical for Chasity to be interested. He was cute...okay, a bit more than cute. He was quite handsome, yes, from what she'd seen. Not some fake loser dressed in a business suit with blond, greasy hair, a fake white smile and 'charming' blue eyes. He was nice. Normal nice. She liked that. Though she wouldn't let him know, not quite yet...perhaps later, but they'd only just met a few moments earlier.
 
Scott smiled, this was definately better than out there in that craziness. Nodding he sat with at the bar and turned to face her, as he did so he couldn't help but to look down at her smooth thin stomach. Not only was she rich and beautiful, but she also took care of herself. You couldn't get much more better without being perfect. Asking the bartender for a soda, he figured it best not to drink around her since she was underage. "I'm sure it is much more comfortable back there, these stools aren't very comfortable," he said, "Plus, with all the guys staring at you out here it is going to be hard to keep our conversation."

Hopping off the stool as they both got their drink Scott offered her his hand this time with a smile. Looking for someone to show them to a room they were quickly taken care of and shown to a room in the far back of the club where the music, when at the current volume it was, barely reached it. "Wow, pretty cool," he said as he still had her by the hand and led her inside. As they entered the man who showed them in closed the door behind them so that they were all alone.

Slowly letting go of her hand Scott sat down on one side of the lengthy wide couch and looked over at Chasity. "So, how long have you lived in L.A.? Taking a sip of his soda he watched her with a smile wondering exactly where she chose to sit. Where she sat would mean alot.
 
"Since forever! I don't think I've ever, well sure, I've been to Paris, Rome and Spain and what not, but I've only ever really lived right here. It's nice, and much too big to ever get tired of, but really busy." She sat there, right beside him, a respectable distance, only so that they weren't touching, though close enough in the range of it. She brushed aside brown, blonde streaked waves and smiled softly, taking a sip of water and rolling the bottle in her hands, looking up some toward the ceiling.

"I always wondered how nice it would be to live somewhere small, a nice place, and not be so rich you drop money for the heck of it...and actually be allowed to date who I like, not get a set up with...oh who knows, Justin Timberlake for a publicity stunt. Weird wishes, hm? I suppose every rich girl would want something like that though..." She giggled lightly, leaning back against the couch. The faintness of the music toward the front of the Club was nice, clear enough to hear, but not loud enough to be too horribly distracting. She liked that.

"What about you, hows your home?" She turned her head to watch him, that smile still fit over those pretty lips. Alright, so she liked him a lot. Well, who could blaim her? At least he didn't try and get her attention the stupid way, with lame joking flirt frazes, stalking, or following after her with a pen and paper. He was nice, and cute...and the trick he tried she hadn't seen before, but it was just as cute, had she really dropped the earring she was sure he would have returned it. She'd see how it worked out.
 
Smiling widely as she sat next to him he turned in his seat so that he faced her, his left leg bent and his right placed on the ground. They nearly had constant eye coontact besides for when she looked towards the ceiling. Shaking his head at the weird wishes comment he smiled, "I've never been a fan of Justin Timberlake," he laughed. Looking into her face and twinkling eyes as she leaned back against the couch and seemed to be caught up in the music for the moment.

"Well, let's see, my home town is pretty smile, you could walk from one side to the other in about 10 minutes, much like L.A.," he said with a sarcastic laugh and then a big smile. "You know almost everybody, everyone is friendly, and the parties are with people you've known your whole life really. I could never live anywhere else, and although it may seem boring at times, I wouldn't want to live anywhere else."

Slowly laying a hand upon her right knee he looked down at it and then back at her as he took a sip of his drink. "But, it is nice to visit other places every now and then," he laughed because of something he thought of and then dished it, "If you were to come to our town you would have to peel the guys off of you, they'd all go nuts." Taking another sip of his drink Scott look into her face again after looking down at her tummy.
 
"It sounds wonderful.." Chasity smiled in reply. She would have loved to live there, rather than be stuck between massive hotels, business buildings and who knew what else. She didn't seem to notice much as he set his hand on her leg. It wasn't much of an offending, or uncomfortable mood, and well, by now she was used to getting looks from guys in nearly every place possible that she had for view. Anything else was strictly kept inside, one of those cute little teasers were what she was. The very reason she had remained single, and still a virgin to where she was...well, that, and her father. He seemed to always have some part in her social life.

"I bet they aren't like the guys around here, though...either Rock Stars, Psychos, or Business Guys. Nothing else...nothing like you at least. Your nice." She said softly, settign aside her water as she watched him. Well, Chasity had never been a secretive, or concealed girl. She constantly spoke her mind, one of her good and bad traits at the same time. But any guy who really got the chance to know her knew she was just as beautiful inside as out...a bit naughty, sneaky, adventurous and devious every now and then, but good.
 
OOC: I keep forgetting his darn name :p

IC: "It is," he said and smiled allowing her to continue as he took notice that she didn't really notice nor care that he had his hand upon her knee. "No, they are definately not guys like that, well a few psychos, they tend to be everywhere," Scott said and smiled. As she complimented him it made him only smile wider and blush ever so slightly as she turned to look at him. "Well, thank you, if you weren't just as nice I wouldn't be here right now, you are definately not what I pictured of an L.A. girl, you are so much more better," he said squeezing at her knee ever so slightly.

As strands of hair fell in front of her face Scott softly brushed them away and laid them behind her ear. It was at this moment that he placed her hair behind her ear that he moved in to kiss her. Leaning his head to the right he raised his right hand as well to lay it upon her neck, that is if she allowed him to kiss her. It was one of those moments where it could go two ways, he could get a kiss or he could get totally rejected. This day had gone so well so far and as hot as he was right now it felt like it could only get better.
 
Odd as it was, Chasity didn't pull back, or slap him as she would have if he was some snobby stuck up 'Prince Charming'. Though she hesitated. She'd been with tons of guys. And the most any of them ever got was a kiss on the cheek. But, despite the fact she had only known him for less then five minutes, she paused before leaning further, their lips pressing against each other's in a soft kiss, one of those slender fingered hands shifting upward to rest on his chest through his shirt, closing those pretty eyes as she kissed him. Now here was a experience she rarely got to grasp.

She pulled back, none the less, just as quickly as it had happened, the faintest hint of a blush playing over her cheeks. She looked down quickly.

"Oh, sorry about that...I mean, we've only just met and I'm already hitting on you."
 
The kiss was so gentle, soft, and it sent feelings of pure energy throughout his body that he couldn't explain. As she pulled back quickly he looked at her and blushed just as she did. "I do believe I'm the one that initiated the kiss," he said with a smile as he didn't move into kiss her but remained close. Taking her left hand into his right hand he held it gently and rubbed the back of it. "That wasn't normal for me, it is just I...well I can't explain it," he said and then laughed and smiled widely.

"I don't know what to say from here on, I'm totally lost for words really." Sitting back on the couch again against the armrest he continued to hold her hand and rub it gently. "So...," he said with a smile rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. Laughing he smiled, the situation had definately gotten awkward.
 
Chasity's eyes met his before she looked away hastily, that blush subsiding, just a bit as she listened. Yes, it was weird. For Chasity as well. But still, her body was telling her one thing, and her mind the other. Well, for one, they had only met a while ago...and then again, she was quite sure that he liked her. She certainly did like him...though still, what would her father say? Nothing...he'd probably get the poor guy arrested. Why did she care? She wasn't some silly pre teen. She was nineteen years old, she didn't need his permission for anything.

"Well...sometimes actions speak louder than words..." She offered quietly, smiling and watching him for a moment. Perhaps this wasn't the right place for words...she'd just have to wait and find out.
 
Smiling he sat up again after she spoke and took her left hand in his right hand again. Looking up at her he raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it once before raising himself onto his left knee and leaned into her again, kissing her once again softly upon her lips. However, from this position she couldn't pull back as her head was against the couch and the only way to stop him would be to place her hand on his chest. Thus, because of this after he kissed her once he didn't pull back and although not aggressively he continued to kiss her lightly closed mouth until if she allowed him further.

He had made sure to kiss lightly so that she was able to become comfortable, he didn't want to come on strong because he liked her very much and he didn't want her to become displeased with him. Thus, that was why he always allowed her in control of the situation so that she could do what she wanted and went wherever she felt comfortable with. Continuing to hold onto her left hand with his right hand their fingers interlocked and made both much more comfortable. He needed a sign that he could go further, but she appeared to be much more innocent than he had thought she was, how far was too far?
 
A pause of both curious and excited shock drew her to become unresponsive for the first few moments as she waited, felt his lips against her's and registered just what was happening. The urge to pull back was the first instinct, though with little room to move, she simply went along with it, raising her unoccupied hand to place it just lightly upon his chest, a meaning of caution and easiness, not for him to stop completely. It didn't take long before she became at least acceptable toward the position, happy that he wasn't being aggressive toward his movements.

Assured now that he wasn't going to do anything too quickly, and keep the pace slow, she pressed back into the kiss, her hand lightening still as she kissed him before slowly sliding upward and wrapping around his neck, taking a massive leap from the small swaggers they were working with previously. That true, party style side of the nice L.A. rich girl was much more aparent now as her lips pressed with a fiery passion into Scott's, the long, soft finger's of her left hand intertwining with his as she fell into a comfortable sense of happiness. It seemed her body was telling her just how much she liked this boy.

And though sneaking around in the back rooms and making out seemed if anything, very dangerous on his part, she didn't want to scare him nor ruin the mood. As much of a party girl as Chasity was, she was also a hopeless romantic. And this, if anything, was just that.
 
The kiss he had given had been returned, hesitantly at first as she placed her hand upon his chest, but lightly as she seemed to want him to continue. As her left hand was intertwined with his right he smiled in the kiss and continued to kiss her softly. He hadn't expected to go any further than this and thus, after many minutes of deep passionate kissing with their tongues playing with one another he slowly pulled back. Kissing her once and then twice more on the lips he then pulled back completely and sat once again.

Placing a thumb on his lips to wipe away some moisture he smiled at her as she was sitting there alittle flustered. Continuing to hold her hand in his he squeezed it lightly, "Well that was highly unexpected." Laughing alittle he looked to the door and then back at her. "Probably best that we stopped, wouldn't want to be embarrassed if someone walked in on us."

"Hey, that was my first L.A. kiss, and I wouldn't have wanted it from anyone else," he said with a smile and a laugh as he continued to hold her hand. He didn't want to make any more moves on her anytime soon so that he would seem aggressive, because he really wasn't. Though he would have wanted to kiss her for hours if possible and had gone further had he been able.
 
"Anytime.." She said with a warm smile before standing and leading him up along with her.

"Well, there's still the entire Los Angeles to explore, so you want to head out? I was thinking maybe the Beach, or one of the Malls, or maybe Beverly Hills. There's tons of places, and we've still got plenty of time..." She said with a smile, leading him out the door, only to gaze far down the hallway the way they had came and see three men, dressed in black, speaking with the manager by the door. She gave a quick glance back to Scott.

"You know what, lets go this way!" She lead him further down the hallway and finally around the corner, hearing the familiar 'Chasity! Hey, wait!' Pulling out her cell phone as she ran, still holding Scott's hand she decended the stairs.

"Hello, Jeffery? Meet me, quickly, in the back alley behind Angels. No, nothings wrong, alright, thank you!" Hanging up she opened the door, grinning to Scott and giving him the signal of 'quiet as she lead them to a small crease in the wall, shadowed no doubt, a famous hiding spot she'd been known to use, though never with two people, so it was much more difficult, but still possible.

"Shh...those are my father's goons...he still thinks I'm a child, and likes to have them follow after me whenever he can..." She whispered to him, already at a close distance to him, the tight space requiring them both to face each other, in an almost unmobile position, her body pressed closer to his as fell.

"Though don't worry, they never find me..." The men, as she expected, ran right past. Now, all they had to do was wait for the limo, which would be there soon, and get the heck out of there.
 
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