"The Farmer's Daughters: Take Two"

[MisterBigBucks]

Mister Tim Taylor and Jack


"So, what shall the three of us do now?" Jacked asked. "I'm up... down?... for whatever ya'll want to do."

Tim looked about them, and asked, "Three...?"

Jack followed his gaze and realized that Blair had again shimmied her way back to the pack of men eagerly wanting to rub up against her. That left the two of them alone in the crowd.

They met eyes and simply smiled at one another for a long moment. She was so beautiful, and better yet, earlier in the day she'd seemed so eager to ensure that Tim was going to be at the party to keep her company. Of course, the real question was, What now?

"Can I show you around the place?" he asked suddenly. He chuckled again, looking away, embarrassed. "I mean ... it's not my place, obviously ... but, I had a hand in building it, of course ... so, sometimes, it almost feels like it's my place."

Tim half turned, gesturing toward one of the long halls. "That one leads to the Master Bedroom, the Library, the Tech Room, and more--" He turned around the other way, gesturing toward the hall leading the opposite direction. "--but any good party tour would start off in this direction ... toward the buffet, the kitchen, the personal gym..." He tried to contain the smirk that threatened to show where his mind was. "...the indoor jacuzzi. Shall we get a snack ... and wander ... together...?"

Throwing in the together part had seemed a good idea at the time -- he wanted her to know for a fact that he was interested in spending some time with her -- but when it came out of his mouth, it just seemed like a line to him, and he turned away from her and grimaced.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Emily, with Monty.

"Not now, Emily. I ... I need to talk to you first--" He leaned in a bit closer, adding, "In private, if you don't mind."

Emily stopped moving. Jack had said no time alone .. but what Jack didn't know wouldn't kill her right? Besides, Mr. Montgomery just wants to talk, she told herself.

She smiled, giving in to his gaze. "Okay fine. But after we talk, we're dancing!" she laughed. He directed her to a room, she wasn't really sure where she was going, but she nodded and obliged to Monty's instructions.

She wandered off through the house, finding the first door. She counted each of them as she passed them, and when she reached the fourth she punched in the code. It took her a few tries because she wasn't really all too sure what she was doing.

Finally the door unlocked and Emily stepped inside. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped when she realized Monty had told her to go to his bedroom.

"Great," she said out loud. She wandered what in the world Monty would possibly want to talk to Emmy about .. in his bedroom. But then she remembered everything Jack had told her about men.

Did Monty want to do that with Emily? She wouldn't even allow herself to think the word 'sex.' He couldn't .. I mean, his age ... and mine .. her mind was scrambling with ideas as to what was going on here.

Despite how disgusted she should have been with Monty sending her to his bedroom, she kind of liked the idea. She liked that he wanted her in that way, at least she figured that's how guys felt when they invited girls to their bedroom. But hell, what did she know. She'd never even had a boyfriend.

Emily made herself comfortable, nonchalantly taking a seat on the edge of his bed. She sat with her legs crossed, making her already short dress even shorter. You could see where the garter laid on her thighs, and the lacy tops of her sexy stockings. She sat, drumming her fingers, wandering what was taking the man so long.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Monty:

The library was empty. Monty had pulled every trick to pull himself away from one conversation after another, and when he finally got away -- twenty minutes later -- he arrived at the library only to find no sign of Emily. He stepped out into the hallway, looking up and down ... then remembered about the architectural changes that had resulted in one less door down the hallway.

He shook his head in disbelief and made his way to his bedroom door. He tapped in the code, then hesitated. He'd sent Emily to his bedroom; at least, that was the way she was going to view it. What the hell do you say to her?

He pushed the door open, and entered, still composing his response to his bonehead move.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Emily

She heard the door open, and jerked her head to meet his gaze. She couldn't stop the smile from crossing her face as she stood up to greet him. She stood up slow enough for Monty to get a quick glimpse at the garter and stockings he had picked out for her.

"Hello Mr. Montgomery," she said, in her seductive tone, taking a few steps closer to him. After the words left her mouth she cursed herself for sounding like an idiot. What was she thinking trying to flirt with Monty? She was being ridiculous.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Emily stood up and started slowly toward Monty, saying in a somewhat seductive tone, "Hello Mr. Montgomery."

Monty held a hand up quickly in a stop gesture. As soon as he'd done it, he realized how rude it had looked. He checked the hall behind him and closed the door. Turning back to her, he said, "Emily ... I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Okay, jack-off, how you gonna handle this one with either breaking her heart or sending her off screaming 'rape'?

No even realizing he'd done it, Monty allowed his gaze to drop. He'd ogled her quite a bit already, but here, alone with her, in his bedroom, the lust in him just screamed, You're gonna pass on that....?

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Blair

Blair excused herself from Jack and Tim. She didn't want to be the awkward third wheel in that situation. Instead, she made her way back to the dance floor and let various men grope her while they danced. Blair didn't mind, she loved the attention. And she certainly was getting a lot of it in the dress she was wearing this evening. The color alone made her stand out with the majority of people in black. But Blair didn't mind. She loved being the center of attention.

She was just about to stop dancing to take a break, when one man in-particular was actually able to hold her attention. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, making it clear that he had been a little ... excited to see her. She gasped in surprise, and turned her neck to see the man's face. She'd never seen him before, but due to his fancy suit and gelled up hair she knew he was part of The City Folk.

"Well hello to you too," she said, smiling as she allowed her hips to sway with him. She thought the man looked familiar, she figured she must have just seen him talking with Monty or something.

"I'm Blair-"

"I know you are," the man said, cutting her off. "Everyone here knows you my dear. You and your sisters are the talk of the party. The ladies of the hour," he said in a hushed voice in her ear.

"Is that so?" she said, leaning her head back, exposing her neck, where the man quickly planted his mouth. Instead of pushing him away and slapping him like a normal woman would, she allowed him to suckle her neck for a moment before pulling away. Not because she didn't like it, but because of all the people around; people she knew.

"It seems you have a great idea of who I am. So why don't you tell me who you are," she said, giving him a sexy smile.

"Name's Harvey, I'm a friend of Monty's," he said, grabbing her by the arm, "Wanna take this party somewhere more, private?" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

She nodded with a smile and allowed the man to lead the way.


(OOC: I didn't know if you'd want to write for this guy or not, Blair needed something to do at the party lol. If not, I can continue and write for both.)

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Emily's brow creased in confusion. "A misunderstanding?" she asked in her tiny, sweet voice. "You mean, you didn't want to talk with me?" she asked again, taking another step closer.

Emily honestly was confused; she didn't know why Monty was acting so .. weird. He broke their eye contact, and she watched them look her over. She shifted her weight uncomfortably, knowing that he was checking her out.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

"A misunderstanding?" Emily asked. She moved a step closer, asking, "You mean, you didn't want to talk with me?"

"No, I did want to talk to you," Monty answered quickly, "I just didn't want to ... to ... you know..."

Oh, you idiot. She didn't think you wanted to fuck her, but now...

He laughed nervously. Then, he laughed again, this time about being so nervous. She's practically a kid. What're you falling apart for...?

But that was exactly what the problem was. Compared to him, she was a kid. She should have been out there in the foyer, wiggling that perfect bod' around for one of the local teen agers ... Tommy Taylor, maybe.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

"No, I did want to talk to you," Monty answered quickly, "I just didn't want to ... to ... you know..."

OH MI GOD! Is he talking about sex?? No .. he couldn't be.

Emily's face grew even more confused now. Her forehead crinkled, and she cocked her head at Monty like a small child. Her pulse quickened and she felt herself flushing a bit. No man had ever referenced sex to her before. She quickly told herself to pull it together. She had to be mature. If she was going to act like a 12 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert then Monty would never like her. She cleared her throat, and thought a moment before speaking.

"Mr. Montgomery, I thought you just wanted to talk. Somewhere quiet, where we could be alone right? ... Just to talk." She wanted to assure Monty that she didn't think they were going to have sex, though the thought did cross her mind. She didn't want to seem like some awestruck little girl who tried to get with the big shot from The City. But she was trying to convince Monty as much as she was herself that all either of them wanted was to talk.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

(OOC -- I'm taking some liberties to comply with that thing we talked about earlier in the RP. Hope you don't mind.)

Monty tried desperately -- and failed -- to keep his gaze above her neck. He just couldn't believe how sexy, how mature she looked in that dress. Earlier in the day, in her cropped tee and French cut bikini bottoms, she'd practically been pregnant. Yet here, fully dressed -- if you could call this dress fully dressed -- she was even more erotic.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked, breaking the spell her form was casting upon his brain.

"Talk... oh, talk, yes, of course." Scramble, scramble ... whatcha gonna talk about with her? Then he remembered the little talk with Tommy Taylor earlier in the day and blurted out, "Your coming out party! I want to hold it here."

Her eyes widened, though he wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

"Yes, I was talking to your friend Tommy earlier today as he was helping us set up. And he says you don't have a venue for your ... he called it a coming out party ... is that right...?"

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

"Mr. Montgomery, you don't have to do that, really. It's just a stupid tradition for folks around here to show off how pretty their kids are. It's no big deal." She tried to play it off nonchalantly, though her insides were exploding with joy, urging her to accept the offer.

But she knew he was just being polite. She wasn't going to tell him how badly she wanted the party. She wasn't going to explain that no matter how hard Jack tried she couldn't come up with the money. She wasn't going to tell him how she'd cried the whole night alone in her room because she wouldn't get to be like the other girls in town.

No. She'd play it off like she didn't care about the party. She didn't want to impose on Mr. Montgomery anyways. He just felt sorry for her, that's all.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Harvey with Blair
(I used another one of the girl's photos cuz it was more of a portrait shot.)


Harvey had been standing with another guest, a woman from his office he'd been considering making a play for, when he noticed the shapely young woman tearing up the dance floor. He politely excused himself, knowing that he'd get his chance with the office girl later, but that this might be the only time he ever got a shot at this Country Girl.

He caught sight of Gloria ... Gloria somebody-or-the-other, who he'd had some dealing with earlier in Monty's stead, and signaled her to him. When she stepped up, he pointed to the woman putting on the show and said simply, "Tell me all."



He waited for just the right moment -- for when the sea of guys trying in vain to get her sole attention parted -- and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in close to him. He was already semi-erect and didn't even flinch when their bodies pressed together, revealing his situation.

"Well, hello to you, too," the woman said, smiling. She immediately began dancing with him, their bodies moving as one. "I'm Blair-"

"I know you are," Harvey said. "Everyone here knows you my dear. You and your sisters are the talk of the party. The ladies of the hour."

"Is that so?" Blair answered.

The local girl seemed to be enjoying him against her, so her pulled her even closer, their faces brushing, his lips just almost meeting hers. When she threw her head back, Harvey leaned in and kissed her neck, just barely touching his tongue suggestively to her skin. Again, she seemed to enjoy it; he intensified his kiss into literal suckling, but she pulled away, looking at him, saying, "It seems you have a great idea of who I am."

He wondered if that was meant to be a confirmation or a repudiation of what the Gloria woman had told him: "Brickerwood's come one, come all party girl".

"So why don't you tell me who you are," she said, giving Harvey a sexy smile.

"Name's Harvey," he answered. "I'm a friend of Monty's."

He was feeling lucky and saw no reason to take a chance. He whispered just loud enough for her to hear over the music, "Wanna take this party somewhere more, private?"

Despite what he'd heard about her -- which he would never have taken for face value unless she herself had said it to him while naked and bouncing atop his groin -- he was surprised when she nodded and led him away.

 

[SirLadySnuggles]

Jack's Radar Went Off

"Can I show you around the place?" he asked suddenly. He chuckled again, looking away, embarrassed. "I mean ... it's not my place, obviously ... but, I had a hand in building it, of course ... so, sometimes, it almost feels like it's my place."

“Haha, I know. I came by to breed my rats here. Tommy was there too,” she commented. Not that she knew what the finished—she didn’t want anyone to know that she had been earlier. And that Monty had some baby rats in the kitchen. “ A satisfied smile dance on her face. Oh, she hoped they would make
Monty scream like a girl. It was possible. Quite. The screaming part. She’d kick Emily’s third ‘suitor’ in that place. Her father had yelled that her—to the point that Jack… became sorta scared, only to get rewarded with a ride on his horse.


"That one leads to the Master Bedroom, the Library, the Tech Room, and more--" He turned around the other way, gesturing toward the hall leading the opposite direction. "--but any good party tour would start off in this direction ... toward the buffet, the kitchen, the personal gym..." His… face looked like it was hiding something "...the indoor Jacuzzi. Shall we get a snack ... and wander ... together...?"

Master bedroom? Would… naw. She wasn’t going to go in there. … wait a minute…

… he told her a line. He TOLD her a LINE! The middle sister made a mental note about that. Why the hell was he throwing her a line? There was no way she was going to go into a Jacuzzi! Well, not Monty’s. She didn’t want to be in the same water he was in. who knows? Maybe she’d become an asshole like him. Well… Jack decided to not pursue the thought there.

Jack was about to comment when her ‘Emmy Signal’ went off. Looking around the room, her eyes frantically scanned for her little sister. She was Monty—no Emmy. She saw Tommy—no Emmy. She saw Blair—no Emmy. Her eyes looked toward the hall. No… he wouldn’t… would he? He wasn’t that much of pig. Mister Taylor was completely forgotten from her mind, as she took a step forward. He wouldn’t be that sneaky, would he? But, to be fair to Emmy, she would at least listen to Monty’s story.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stepped forward, and looked over her shoulder. “Can you help me find Mister… Montgomery? I need to ask him something,” she said, tilting her head to the side. She’d make it up to the man later. Right now, locate Emmy. Her eyes scanned, looking for Blair. Red dress, red dress… red dress…

Jack got onto her hands and knees looking at people’s legs, searching for the pair of shoes that Blair wore. She didn’t seem to notice some looks she was receiving. Not that Jack cared. She was NEVER going back to the City. Never ever. “Blair… Blair... ha! I know those pairs of legs anywhere—“ Jack looked up from her knees as she heard some light chuckles around her. Her eyes scanned the faces of the strangers. “What? It’s not like you haven’t been ogling the same pair of legs.”

Standing up she brushed her knees, tapping the top of reach converse to the floor before looking over that Mister Taylor. She smiled sweetly. “Know where Mister Montgomery might be?” there was no hint of disgust nor distaste as she spoke. For all intents and purposeless, she could have been on good terms with the man. “Please? I promise I’ll make it up to you. I just want to know if he knew where Emmy went.” After all, the girl was last seen with him.

Her mind trailed toward the ‘coming out ‘ party. A family tradition. Blair had one, Jack managed to not have one (she threatened anyone with some homemade stink bombs… fresh ones) but the girl was determined that Emily had one. It may not have been the best, Jack was still hoping it would be enough. She had gotten Mrs. Taylor to bake a big cake, and a few other townspeople to pitch in. (Jack paid for it through favors. She was just about done). But most of all, she hoped that the dress she had made for Emily would be ready in time. The seamstress kept wanting to change it and whatnot. Jack had to keep reminding the woman who it was for.

Looking over her shoulder she took another step toward the crowd. “Mister Taylor, you comin’?”



(OOC; Class or post? Easy choice~ Post. So, how's everyone day?]

 

[SirLadySnuggles]

Evageline Takes Pete for a Ride

He didn't hesitate, asking, "Do you want to get out of here? We could go to O'Malleys." He laughed as he again glanced about the foyer and the dancing throng. "Of course, we may have to tap a keg ourselves ... dish up our own peanuts, 'cause I think everyone in town is here!"

They were? She looked back at the window, and supposed it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. So, she’d have Pete all to herself. Good. Yays~

“Please, please, please, pleeeeease,” she begged as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He wasn’t allowed to back out now. Evangeline was not above kidnapping. She kidnapped her nephews once, she’d do it again… long story. “I owe you big time~”

Taking his hand, she walked toward her car [http://madvertisingblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/cgicar.jpg?w=510]. It was her second baby. The one she had bought after she realized she wouldn’t have to worry about living on the streets. She only had two cars in her life. And both she nurtured and kept them in tip top condition. But now, she mind was getting off topic. Grabbing his hand, she led him off the porch and around the house. It was mostly dark, and the way she moved, she had memorized the path. Besides, Evangeline had a feeling he didn’t want rumors to start. Good enough.

It was no one business but theirs.

She moved into the character and quickly strapped herself him, smiling as he sat down next to her. She didn’t start the car, and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not starting the car, until you buckle up, bucko,” she stated, pointing. “It’s right there.” It wasn’t as though she was mocking him. Oh no. it was a rule when driving with the woman. Buckle up or… get out. Just like playing crappy music. NO ONE touched her radio station.

Turning on the car, she easily maneurved around the forgien cars. They looked very sleek and she knew it was just everyone showing who’s balls were bigger. Her car looked rather simple compared to theirs. She didn’t care. Evangeline didn’t like having a lot of gadgets.

Looking over at him, her hands firmly on the wheel, she smiled again. “Hey, don’t forget to give me directions. I’m capable of getting lost.” Real lost. As in, never leave the woman alone in the forest, on a bright sunny day. She didn’t have a good sense of direction and compasses never knew what direction to point in when she was involved. It was something that Monty knew. But she’d kill him if he told anyone.

Which it hadn’t come to that point… yet.

“So, tell me a bit more about yourself, Pete,” she said, trying to make conversation. “Just you and no one else. And then you can ask anything you want about me."

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Monty, with Emmy:

"Mr. Montgomery, you don't have to do that, really."

Monty could hear the joy in her voice, despite her attempts to hide her emotions over the offer. He was happy that she was happy. It made him feel good to do this for her, of course, but it wasn't the only reason he was offering up his home. He wanted her, badly; he wanted her now, of course, but tonight -- at this party, with these people around -- the timing just wasn't right. But, planning a party out a week, two weeks, three ... when the community's attention on the new rich guy had lessened, that would be when he would make his move on the young woman.

"It's just a stupid tradition for folks around here," Emily continued, adding, "to show off how pretty their kids are. It's no big deal."

"Don't be silly, Emmy," he said, using the nickname the others more familiar with her used. He stepped closer again, stopping suddenly reminding himself, Baby steps ... it's not the time yet ... keep your distance. "I want to do this for you. I have someone who will take care of it for you. You may have met her, Evangeline. She's here tonight--" He donned an annoyed expression, half glancing behind him as if he expected to find her there for a chastising. "--some-where."

Again, he stepped forward, and again he scolded himself; they were now within an arms length of one another. "You tell her when, give her a list of needs, from party supplies to food to ... what ever. It's all on me. My treat."

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Emily wanted to protest, but her joy overpowered her. Her face lit up in excitement, and she thought it pointless to try and hide it. She flung her arms around Monty, practically jumping onto him, and squeezed him tight in a bear hug.

"Thank you so so so so so much Mr. Montgomery!" She yelled in his ear, apologizing immediately after for being so loud. She pulled away as he began to speak again, mentioning his assistant.

"Umm.. I haven't met her actually. But I've heard Jack mention her. I'll have her introduce us. Really, Mr. Montgomery, thank you so much. This means the world to me." She smiled, and stood on her tip toes to peck him on the cheek. her face immediately flushing.

"Speaking of, I'd better go find Jackie before she has a cow," she laughed, opening the door. "And don't forget mister, you still owe me a dance." She gave him a playful wink over her shoulder before practically skipping down the hall to find her sister and tell her the wonderful news.

(OOC: Sorry so short, it's bed time! Blair's post will be tomorrow!)

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Tim Taylor with Jackie:


“Mister Taylor, you comin’?” Jackie asked, scanning the crowd and looking back to him expectantly.

"But..." Tim pointed over his should in the opposite direction that Jackie seemed intent on heading. "I was going to show you the house--"

But he could see that the young woman was about to leave, with or without him. He stepped up quickly and snagged her by the arm, quickly repositioning his hand as to not seem too intrusive. "Jackie ... please. You're sister's fine. She'll be fine. This house is packed with people. There probably isn't a room in the entire place that doesn't have at least two dozen people in it."

That probably wasn't true, Tim knew. One of the products he'd special ordered, then installed himself, were electronic mechanisms for doors. He'd installed a half of dozen of them -- at a nice little profit, since no one seemed worried about him padding the bill -- on doors leading to such places as the Library, the Entertainment Room, and Monty's bedroom. He didn't blame the man for doing that, securing rooms. He would likely have many visitors -- for business and pleasure -- and some one with his money and possessions doesn't want every inch of his home accessible to any Joe.

Tim thought for a moment about the last room that came to him: Monty's bedroom. And he considered Jackie's concern: her little sister. He put the two of them together and wondered what the possibilities were than the rich, handsome, charismatic Man from the City might try to get a little action from the poor, beautiful, charming Young Woman from the Sticks.

And whether it was suitable or not, he found that he didn't care. Not at this particular moment. At this particular moment, all he could think of was being alone with this Townsend daughter. So, he didn't tell her about the locks and the secured rooms and the possibility that right now, Mister Montgomery might very well be bringing another Country Girl into the world of womanhood.

"She'll be fine, Jackie," he repeated, urging her to follow him the opposite direction than Monty's bedroom. "C'm'on ... come with me."

 

[SirLadySnuggles]

Paxton Charlie-Asher

He had always loved Blair. He had loved her before anyone could have realized the beauty she carried. He had loved her from the moment he saw her. Paxton had moved here as a young boy, his parents, actually… it was his father, deciding they didn’t want to raise their child in the city. He had been a bit of a shut in—introverted, if one could say. He had his nose in books, instead of being outside and playing with the others. His skin was pale—everyone else was tanned. But he remembered, it had been Blair who smiled at him, sat next to him, and had talked to him. She had looked him in the eyes and said that he had pretty eyes.

Ever since, Paxton had always hung around her. Or rather, he hung around her until his parents sent him over to a male boarding school because the education here was… inadequate. Needless to say, he had fought hard against it, wanting to spend more time with Blair. Basically fighting to be at Blair’s side. But, he was only in the eighth grade. He was smart enough to know that he would not be able to go against the woman’s orders. The night before he was about to leave, he decided to at least confess his feelings to her. Just… just so she’d know that he’d always love her.

It wasn’t meant to be though.

He had caught her after school, the sun beating on his back, his heart sounding so loud, he thought it might break. That day, she looked the most beautiful woman ever. Her eyes and her hair… he couldn’t help but be tongue tied. He tried his hardest, his hands forming into small fists, his throat convulsing.

“Bl-Blair…” he started slowly. “I-I-I wa-wanted—“ He stuttered so hard in confessing that someone else told her and he was pushed aside. He could only watch the conversation between the two, his ears muting on him. He could only see her smile and kiss the boy on the cheek, agreeing to be his girlfriend before bidding him good bye and turning her gaze upon him. Her curious gaze. Her beautiful eyes… her… he would never forget those eyes.

Paxton had been shaking so hard, he was sure he was losing bone mass. Or maybe it was his bones that were chattering as blood rushed by his ears.

“Hey, what you were saying before?” Blair spoke in her goddess like voice.

He knew he could not tell her. Instead, he faked a smile, holding back the unshed tears and spoke. “I… I just wanted to say… you look lovely today,” he lied. Well, she did. But what he was saying before. Paxton didn’t tell anyone at school that he was leaving… he wasn’t one for goodbyes. “I mean… he’s lucky to have you. I wish you two all the best.” Such lies. He wanted to be the one with her. But as more a Beta male than an Alpha male, he knew that he probably wasn’t such… well, Paxton was more on the nerdy side, than fit side.

Blair had only given him a strange look, before rolling her eyes and ruffling his hair. (He was shorter than her at the time). “Oh, you’re silly Paxy. Anyway, I better get going. Jackie’s in trouble again,” she gave him a quick hug and went down the road. “See you tomorrow Paxy!”

He only stood there and watched her disappear into the distance. “Yeah…” he said under his breath, having trouble to keep his voice from shaking, the tears from falling. “Yeah… see you… to…morrow…” That night, he cried himself to sleep, his mother ice cold. She was made of glass. In reality, his father wanted to live in the country, deciding it would be best. It was strange… his father was so warm and friendly… his mother…. A cold bitch.

That morning, his mother all but pushed him into the car, his stuff already sent toward the boarding school. “Don’t even think about coming back for that Blair girl,” his mother warned. “She is below your station. And you can do much better than this farm filth.”

His father had left him with a different departing word. “Don’t worry kiddo. I’m sure, if you love her as much as you do, you’ll meet her again,” he smiled and tweaked his nose. “Besides, us Charlie-Ashers have only enough room for one other in our hearts.” He kissed him on the cheek and closed the door. “Call us when you get there!

It had been four years of absolute hell. The moment he got there, he was immediately picked out as the weakest of the boys. He had to go through high school defending himself. It was then he learned how to fight—street fight. Using any trick he could to keep safe. But there were times that he lost, and he could do nothing but take it. Paxton learned quickly just to shut up and let them end it quickly. The once shy and smiling boy was being turned into a cold and empty faced man. Just like his mother.

He never did come back to the farm during breaks. He only called his parents. Paxton never did again ask about Blair. On the nights he was drunk, he would talk about a blonde haired beauty. A goddess he would never see again. As he graduated top of his class and moved onto college. He easily got his MBA and moved on to work for a major company.

Paxton, by this time, had completely shut down from other people. His face never seemed to hold a smile and the light in his eyes had died out. He rarely spoke a word and was usually home alone, left to stare out the window. Many had speculated how he became the right hand man of the CEO—he did nothing about the rumors.

There had been times when he attempted to date other women—or rather, seek a release. But he never did. No other woman could make his blood rise, his body feel warm. To him, all they were was just puppets. Nothing more, nothing else. Paxton vowed to never go back to that small farm. He promised that he would never again think of the goddess. He… he would just completely loose his heart. And every time he vowed, he never could throw away all the photo albums of his short childhood there.

Many times he had written to her… to Blair. But he never got anything back. Except from Jack. Who wrote saying that ‘PaxPax was an ass for leaving JaxJax behind!”

(Paxton was great with animals and with children. He doubted Emmy even could recall a faint memory of him. She had been… wait, a small baby?)

So, needless to say, it was strange what he was doing here now. On Monty’s Estate, listening to trophy wives talk about the stupidest of things. No doubt they were trying to get into his pants. Well, they weren’t opening. Yes, Little Paxy had grown up to be a man. He had filled out his awkward frame and became an alpha male. He was… one could say, a celibate sort of Monty. Only, he didn’t have as much cash as the man. But he had enough money that he didn’t have to work. He just liked to keep busy.

Not giving any signs of paying attention, he allowed his mind to wonder. Evangeline had called him, saying that he had been invited to go to a majorly boring party for Monty. She had also said, she checked his calendar and all acquaintances, and that he had NO excuse NOT to come. And so, he rode his motorcycle here. Paxton did not bring a +1.

Moving away from the women, he weaved toward the other side of the room, wanting-- he stopped completely. His eyes focused onto the woman just a few feet away from him. He rubbed his eyes and started to feel his body heat up, his heart start to beat faster... blood rushing through his ears. Looking from the hair to face, he stilled completely. He ignored the man, Harvey was it?, that was around her.

Blair...?

Wondering how to get her attention, his throat convulsed and he walked over to her. "I'm so sorry to interrupt- shut up Harvey-, but I was wondering, are you Blair Townsend?" Paxton wondered if he would really look all that different to her. Sure, he was taller that most people, but around her, he felt like he was back in the eighth grade. "I... I just wanted to say..." he mentally kicked himself for what he was about to do. It had been his usual greeting toward the female. "I... uh... you look nice." He felt like an idiot. Of course, she wouldn't remember. He just suddenly disappeared and she was dating someone else. Why would she even care?

Even if he loved her.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Harvey, with Blair and Paxton:

Harvey and Blair were nearly to the door when Paxton stepped in front of them, saying with an apologetic tone, "I'm so sorry to interrupt--"

The last thing Harvey wanted was an interruption. The Country Girl was minutes away from learning what this City Boy could do for her -- to her -- and this seemingly familiar man wasn't going to screw it up. "Excuse me, we were just heading--"

"Shut up Harvey," the man said, silencing Harvey. The man looked directly at Blair asking, "But I was wondering, are you Blair Townsend?"

Harvey glanced Blair's way, observing her expression. She said nothing to the man, but Harvey could see the familiarity wheels turning in her head.

"I... I just wanted to say..." the man continued, "I... uh... you look nice."

And with that, the man gave Blair a nervous smile, turned, and disappeared in to the crowd.

Harvey didn't hesitate. He put a hand flat against her back, familiarly close the the upper reaches of her firm, round buttocks and urged her forward, saying "I have a car out front. Do you like Ferraris...?

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Monty with Emily:

Emily flung her arms around his neck, their bodies colliding. She held his tightly in a bear hug ... and despite knowing he shouldn't, Monty wrapped his arms around the young woman as well. The feel of her against him instantly perked up his penis, and he was thankful that she pulled back as soon as she did, for his boxers weren't going to hide his reaction for very long.

She headed for the bedroom's door, calling back, "And don't forget, mister, you still owe me a dance." She gave him a playful wink, and was gone; Monty could hear her heels clicking down the hall childlike, which only reminded him of the difference in their age.

Alone, he glanced down to his crotch and said sadly, "Well, that was a bust, wasn't it."

He turned and moved to the windows looking out on the deck. A couple of dozen people were visiting, drinking, swaying to the music being piped outside through rented speakers, or swimming in the steamy pool. He scanned the faces; some he knew, some he didn't ... looking closer at the bodies, he told him self the ones you DON'T know ... you're gonna HAVE to meet.

He picked out a few beautiful woman unfamiliar to him; Country Girls and City Girls alike, he imagined, and wondered who he should bed tonight. There was no question that he'd be enjoying some-one tonight. Joseph Montgomery had never thrown a party without getting a little -- or sometimes a lot -- of action during and/or after the festivities.

It wasn't the rugged looks, the perfect body, the beautiful house, the fast cars, or the gobs and gobs of money ... it was all of them together. Monty knew lots of rich men who went to bed lonely at night; and he knew lots of Mens Fashion Models who left bars with women only after paying them. No, Monty's success with women was a combination of all he had.

But as he turned and headed back out into the party, speaking briefly with people he knew, introducing himself quickly to those he didn't, Monty had already decided that tonight he would go with a sure thing.

They had worked together a few years earlier, she as the "face" of the new chain of high end gyms, he as the man who owned them. The photo, which still graced the wall of the Estate's personal gym, had been taken at the photo shoot, as sort of a thank you for a job well done. Monty had asked for the pleasure of being immortalized next to the Super Model; later, taken with him -- and understanding what he could do for her career -- she asked for the pleasure of sleeping with him. They both thought it would be a one time thing; and yet now, three years later, they still pleasured each other often, always there for each other.

They'd seen each other less these days, after Evangeline came to work for him. Monty had begun a relationship with his beautiful assistant that was similar in nature to the one with her, and yet so very different as well. She was there for Monty, anytime, anywhere; all he had to do was give her that needy look. Evangeline, however ... their nights together were often at her behest, not Monty's. As the kids said, or used to say, Monty wasn't sure anymore, it's all good.

He found her visiting with familiar faces, and gave her that look. She politely excused herself from the small group and walked slowly to him, her hips swaying teasingly, a knowing smile on her lips. But she didn't stop, instead passing by him, gently caressing a hand over his arm as she whispered, "Code...?"

"3-2-1," he answered, giving her access to his bedroom.

She stopped a step beyond him, then backed close enough to press their shoulders together. "Don't be too long ... or I might finish without you."

A smile spread across his face as he turned, only to find her already leaving before he could respond. He watched her go, then was swallowed up by another group of chattering faces. He promised himself, I won't be long. Maybe just long enough to let you start alone ... but certainly not finish alone.

(OOC -- This woman is available if anyone wants to write her. If not, I will write it myself. Let me know. Are we all having fun...?

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Pete with Evangeline:


O'Malleys was as Pete had said, nearly dead. The tavern and sports bar was very popular with newer faces about Brickerwood, just the kind of people who would have jumped at a chance to finally see the Montgomery Estate. Pete had expected that; actually, he'd been counting on it.

Pete wasn't one for gossip; it was the reason he only rarely saw his widow friend, to ensure that their infrequent secret rendezvous remained just that, secret. So, while he would have been proud to parade this beautiful young woman right down the middle of Brickerwood when he was a younger, single man, now he was an older widower ... and a quiet drink with a babe was just what this city was looking for to fill its gossip quota.

They ordered a couple of beers, and Pete responded to her question from the drive by talking endlessly about him and his family. He was conflicted as he went on about how often he brought up Melanie's name; he knew it wasn't proper to talk too much to a date about an ex-girlfriend, but what exactly was the protocol for talking about the love of your life who had died so suddenly, leaving you to raise three girls and maintain a farm?

He realized he was getting into the too much information zone about farming and small town life, and decided it was time for a little balancing act. He sipped at his beer, studied Evangeline for a moment, then asked, "How long have you been sleeping with Monty ... and, is it an exclusive sort of thing?"

He was only guessing, of course. Something in the way she'd referred to her employer during the afternoon and evening had told Pete that they had -- or had had -- a relationship that was closer than just employer-employee. He didn't care if Evangeline was sleeping with Monty, or had been, or some day would; her sex life wasn't his concern. It was their sex life, or the sex life that he had been fantasizing about all day, that was his concern.

Pete wanted to sleep with Evangeline like he'd never wanted to sleep with anyone since his wife. There was just something about her; it wasn't just her beautiful face or perfect body, but a combination of them and her incredible personality.

He knew it was ridiculous to think of such things, but Pete Townsend was already beginning to imagine having this beautiful creature in his life ... long term.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Blair, with Harvey and Paxton

Blair was surprised when the man suddenly stopped her movement. She was pulling Harvey along, a bit too eager to get him somewhere private. Irritated, she turned to the man who'd approached them.

As soon as she laid eyes on him she couldn't help but smile her sexy little smile. This guy was sexy. Not rich guy sexy like everyone else at the party, but he had the 'bad boy' vibe going. She looked him over and could see the tattoos on his hands, and she could only imagine where else he had them.

His demand for Harvey to shut up made her sexy little grin wider. She loved an aggressive man; especially one as fine as this one standing in front of her.

Blair's forehead wrinkled when he asked if she was herself, and she nodded, hoping he'd say more. As he stuttered out a compliment, she felt an odd familiarity. She looked his face over, studying it. She knew she'd seen that face before but she couldn't quite ....

As he turned to walk away it had all clicked. Her mind was flooded with memories of the boy she knew way back when. Her heart was flooded with emotion, when she felt Harvey's hand on her butt and he said, "I have a car out front. Do you like Ferraris...?"

"I .. I'll be right back," Blair said, squirming away from him and going after the boy. "Wait!" she shouted, grabbing him by the arm and jerking him around to face her. Once she was looking him in the eyes, she knew her suspicions were correct.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere ..." she said, just above a whisper. "Paxton Charlie-Asher? Is it really you?" she asked, a mixture of hopefulness and hurt in her voice. She hadn't seen him in over ten years; she couldn't believe he was here... at this party. And that he looked like that. He was gorgeous; he certainly grew up well.

Those thoughts of admiration and memories of their friendship were soon overtaken by the feelings of hurt, and loneliness she'd felt when Paxton up and left for boarding school. She never even got a goodbye, see ya later, a phone call...nothing, not even when her mother died. She had to find out from their teacher at school; all of her friends there to witness her shock and sadness that one of her best friends would leave without as much as a goodbye. Jackie had tried to tell Blair that he was writing, but by the time she did, Blair was hurt so much she didn't care to read them. She was stubborn in that way.

Paxton had been one of Blair's best friends; they grew up together. He was the first and only guy Blair had ever put any trust in. Granted she was young, but when a girl is abandoned by who she thought was someone who cared about her and was her friend, it stuck with them. She held her grip on his arm so he couldn't walk away from her, and she stared at him with a gaze so intense, it was hard for him to look her in the eye.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Emily was almost running through the house in search of Jack. She couldn't wait to share her excitement with her. She hoped Jack wouldn''t freak out and she would allow Monty to do this nice thing for her.

She scanned the crowd, standing on her tip toes, looking for her sister. Finally, she spotted her near the dance floor, not dancing, standing with Mr. Taylor .. Odd, Emily thought. She pushed her way through the crowd, and grabbed Jack around the waist as she approached. From the look on Mr. Taylor's face, Emily guessed she'd interrupted something, but she was too excited to care.

"Jackie, I have great news!" She shouted, a smile reaching from ear to ear. "Mr. Montgomery offered to host my party next week! Can you believe it? He said he'll take care of everything! That means you don't have to spend the rest of your savings on me! Jack .. Jackie say something ..." Emily spoke fast in hopes that the information would jumble in her sister's head and she'd be overwhelmed, and just agree in order to stop Emmy from rambling nonsensically. She looked at her sister with hope in her eyes (there'd been a lot of 'hope' going around at the party) awaiting the answer she'd prayed she wanted to hear.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Harvey ... alone, but not for long:


Harvey's hand, his fingers just barely touching the upper curvature of an ass cheek suggestively, gently urged Blair toward the home's exit. "I have a car out front. Do you like Ferraris...?"

"I'll be right back," she said, and was gone, calling to the man who'd interrupted them.

Harvey watched in silence, amazed -- and a bit pissed. He'd recognized the guy, and the guy had known him obviously, referring to him by name. Most likely, he had some business dealing or another with Monty, just as Harvey and a good portion of the other City guests here tonight did.

Harvey watched the pair for a moment, but it didn't take his MBA from Yale and Law Degree from Harvard to tell him that he'd lost the girl. He snatched an opened beer bottle from the tray being hoisted past him by an attractive catering waitress and sucked a good portion of it down in one draw.

"I like Ferraris," a woman said with a seductive tone. Harvey turned and to find a tall, top-heavy redhead looking him square in the eyes. She moved closer, taking his beer, sipping from it, then lowering the bottle, allowing the condensation-coated glass to touch the deep cleavage exposed by a seriously plunging neck line. She offered the bottle back, saying, "I like Ferraris ... a lot."

A smile spread across Harvey's face, and he half turned, offering out an elbow. She took it, and they headed out into the dark of the quickly passing night.

 

[MisterBigBucks]

Tim Taylor with Jackie ... and, oh wonderful, her little sister:

Tim was hopeful that he'd prevented Jackie from leaving his side, going off to search for her missing baby sister, when suddenly Emily was all over his love interest.

"Jackie, I have great news!" She shouted, smiling broadly. She ranted on excitedly about Monty throwing a big party for her here on the Estate. Tim knew they'd be talking about a Coming Out Party, a common event around these parts for young women Emily's age.

Tim was happy for Emily, of course. But he was disappointed -- crushed -- for himself. Jackie had located Emily without even having to search; but this news about Mister Montgomery offering his house didn't look like it was sitting with Jackie too well, and Tim doubted very much that he was going to get anywhere with Jackie in the mood she seemed to be moving towards...

"I think I'll go get a drink," Tim mumbled, turning and heading off to find an open bar. He doubted that the girls would even notice that he was gone...