mytasteislikecandy
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Cassandra Mason 22
Light skinned black girl with shoulder length hair braided intricately, dark brown eyes that contrast with her caramel colored skin, and a mouth that was definitely made for cocksucking. 5'3, 145 lbs, 36 C breasts, thick thighs and a perfectly tight, round ass.
Cassandra is a virgin--and working at a local restaraunt to finance her way through college. She lives alone, since her mother is an alcoholic and Cassandra knows that she needs to focus on her studies, and not on worrying about her unstable mother. She has no time for men, even though she has no troubles attracting them at all. Every night she works, she has to fight off the affections of one particular customer who claims to come in just to sweep her off her feet.
IC:
I stand behind the counter of the diner, stretching my arms over my head, trying to enjoy the few minutes of peace that had finally settled over the usually packed restaraunt. After my 30 second break, I grab a towel and begin wiping down the bar, hoping that I can get some of the closing work done early so that I can study in the break room for a few minutes.
Hearing the bell above the door tinkle as another patron enters, I glance up and groan under my breath as I see who it is. Like always, he stands in the doorway, looking around the dining room until he spots me. I have no time to duck into the kitchen because this time he's caught me unawares. He smiles at me and immediately begins coming my way. I grip the towel in my fist and force a smile onto my face as he settles himself on a bar stool directly across from where I'm standing.
"Hello again," I say, as I pour him a cup of coffee from the pot behind me. "Your usual?" I want to make this as quick and painless as possible on myself, but I know that he will not let me. Just as I suspect, he grins and then rests his hand on top of mine on the countertop.
"Have a cup of coffee with me, Cassandra?" he asks, looking me in the eyes.
"You know I can't. Sorry." I pull my hand away and turn to place his order. I tug at the short skirt of my uniform, wondering why Bernie, my boss and owner of Bernie's (creative name right?) decided to make these skirts so damned short? I can feel his eyes crawling over the view of my backside and I turn around quickly, shaking my head as his eyes slowly wander back up my body to meet my eyes. I wonder how long this is going to take tonight. It happens like this every night I work. He comes in, seats himself in my station, and talks my ear off, asking me out, as I try to find polite ways of refusing. I only wonder what he'll come up with this time.
OOC:
Looking for a GOOD male player--someone with experience. I'm open to this going wherever....PM me if interested.
Cassandra Mason 22
Light skinned black girl with shoulder length hair braided intricately, dark brown eyes that contrast with her caramel colored skin, and a mouth that was definitely made for cocksucking. 5'3, 145 lbs, 36 C breasts, thick thighs and a perfectly tight, round ass.
Cassandra is a virgin--and working at a local restaraunt to finance her way through college. She lives alone, since her mother is an alcoholic and Cassandra knows that she needs to focus on her studies, and not on worrying about her unstable mother. She has no time for men, even though she has no troubles attracting them at all. Every night she works, she has to fight off the affections of one particular customer who claims to come in just to sweep her off her feet.
IC:
I stand behind the counter of the diner, stretching my arms over my head, trying to enjoy the few minutes of peace that had finally settled over the usually packed restaraunt. After my 30 second break, I grab a towel and begin wiping down the bar, hoping that I can get some of the closing work done early so that I can study in the break room for a few minutes.
Hearing the bell above the door tinkle as another patron enters, I glance up and groan under my breath as I see who it is. Like always, he stands in the doorway, looking around the dining room until he spots me. I have no time to duck into the kitchen because this time he's caught me unawares. He smiles at me and immediately begins coming my way. I grip the towel in my fist and force a smile onto my face as he settles himself on a bar stool directly across from where I'm standing.
"Hello again," I say, as I pour him a cup of coffee from the pot behind me. "Your usual?" I want to make this as quick and painless as possible on myself, but I know that he will not let me. Just as I suspect, he grins and then rests his hand on top of mine on the countertop.
"Have a cup of coffee with me, Cassandra?" he asks, looking me in the eyes.
"You know I can't. Sorry." I pull my hand away and turn to place his order. I tug at the short skirt of my uniform, wondering why Bernie, my boss and owner of Bernie's (creative name right?) decided to make these skirts so damned short? I can feel his eyes crawling over the view of my backside and I turn around quickly, shaking my head as his eyes slowly wander back up my body to meet my eyes. I wonder how long this is going to take tonight. It happens like this every night I work. He comes in, seats himself in my station, and talks my ear off, asking me out, as I try to find polite ways of refusing. I only wonder what he'll come up with this time.
OOC:
Looking for a GOOD male player--someone with experience. I'm open to this going wherever....PM me if interested.
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