Scarlett Lucianni, 21 years old, dark long wavy brown hair, Green eyes, 5'4, petite and lean.
Scarlett Lucianni had the world in her palm. Daughter of big shot mafia boss Don Raphael Lucianni. Just the mention of their names send shivers down peoples spines. Her father always made sure she was well protected and had everything she ever wanted.
She studied in psychology, following her father's advise to have a degree in something. It always made a good cover for their criminal organisation. She was mold to be like her father, ruthless and cold.
This is just an ordinary day for Scarlett, she wakes up, read the newspaper to see what is going on and start getting ready for school. She did'nt like going and putting effort into her studies, but since the teacher tried to fail her in her first semester, her father treaten to burn the whole college down if he does'nt give her good notes. Yes life was easy for her, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
Everytime a teacher was trying to put their foot down for her to work harder, she just needed to give them her stare of death and mention her fathers name and they would give her the notes she wanted. The college was home to many students from all over the country, being the best. Student compete for a spot threw hard work and great academic result, but not Scarlett, she rather do things the only way she was ever thought how, by blackmailing who ever denied what she wanted.
Today, it was important she shows up and after a big speach from her father, she did go to her class. Sitting in the back while she stared at the walls in boredom. She did'nt mingle well with the other students, she had her tight group of friends that was all involved somehow into her fathers organisation.
As the teacher posted the notes on a previous test, she did'nt even to bother looking, knowing far to well that it could only be a "A". Yes life was good for Scarlett.
Fred Brady, 21 years old, 6'3'' and rather thin but muscular where needed as a fan of running. Black short hair and green eyes. Always been a good student, but not much interested in working hard for school ; he got the results anyway. Ending in his parents putting money aside to send him in a very good college ; he was sent in this large city, coming form a small conutry town, and he had to live nuder his uncle's roof, the man being so often away on business trips. Fred adapted ot the life in the city. Instead of running every morning by the river, he was running every morning along the streets to make a couple of turns in the nearby parks, Instead of walking to school through pastures, he took the bus. instead of goign to fetch the milk at the neraby farm, he made himself at ease in the mall. Besides, the large town allowe dhim a better access to his hobbies, being movies, tv series, book and video games. He quite quickly made himself a group of friends at school. not the popular ones, sometimes bullied, often left in their corners, they shared similar interests. They even sometimes hang out to large parties with other people.
And there were the girls. Here in the city they weren't the same as in his samll town. They took such efforts to appear always sexy and desriable. make up, clothes, attitude, it was a whole thing that rocked him. And he chosed wisely some very dark sunglasses to let his eyes wander on them without being seen. he was a peeker, a looker. he had found some spots in the school that were well situated udner the stairs. He loved this all. But he wasn't very successufll. Oh he had his couple of dates and intimate moments, but onthing really trmendous that would make his heart bang.
Today was another of his standard days. Waking early to run in the park, showering, breakfast, and bus to school. There he met Andy who laughed a lot at the criptyc geek humoristic tshirt that Fred had put on. They reached school just in time witht he bell. fred didn't want bad grades, he was working hard, respecting the sacrficies his parents had made to allow him to get here.
He was sitting in class and received with a grin his "B-".
The class wnet on until the teacher explained the project they would have to work on. They would be paired and have to work months on a subject. They would have to choose a subject, elaborate a formualr, interrogate a lot of persons in order to work on statistics and on interview technics. The teahcher announced the pairs and Fred found himself with Scarlett. he turned his face to smile at her but she didn't seem to care at that moment. Something in his mind reacted, alight, as he would be able to be very close to one of the cutests girls around for months. But Andy leaned towards him and whispered "Good luck due. And beware with that one. That's not a gift the teacher made you."
Fred didn't had time to answer as the teacher shut them up firmly. And finally the bell rang. fre dwnated to get to Scarlett quite early in order to arrange their meetings for the project. But his friends came to him, beginning with some "There are things you have to know", "it's normal you're the one to get her, no one from town would accept" or "Will you give me your xBox once you're dead?" Fred was surprised...
She looked at who she was teamed with, a guy named Fred. Who ever he is? she thought to herself. She would'nt bother to learn about the other students and even less learn their names. Whats the use? They don't make any difference in her life.
She sighted at the fact she had to team up with another student, well she hoped he was smart cause she will make him do most of the work. She watched as some student came to talk to him and she studied their body language, and by the peeks in her direction she knew they must be talking about her. She smiled wickedly, and decided to test the water. She got up and approached the group of student, as she was getting closer, their eyes widen as they went away from him. She liked the fear she imposed on them.
"Okay well i guess we have to find a subject, any ideas?!" she asked rudely.
All of a sudden, fred was left alone with Scarlett. it was as she was a cat approaching a flock of little birds, they had all flew away, scattering around, out of the classroom for most of them. He tried to smile at her. but what he just heard made his mind race. What were thea all talking about? And her tone was really harsh, not very friendly. he nevertheless tried the smile and the joyful voice.
- Well, there are so many subjects. This could be perhaps the effect of certain type sof subcultures on society, like vidoe games. or perhaps the place of the new geek type in the society. But it has to please oyu too, so give me ideas. You know, i'm happy to work with you on this. I don't know a lot of people in the city, and it will allow me to know you, one more person. I think we never were introduced.
She looked down at his hand and grunted. ''I know who you are!" She hissed. Making him feel uncomfortable. She was not the warmest girl and she enjoyed being who she is. Studying his clothes and body language, she grinned thinking how to manipulate this one to do all the work.
"Gamers? Let me guess, that something you indulges in." she says very coldly, as she peek around the room, the people watch discretly at the scene. Her expression growing evil as her eyes beamed toward Fred.
"I like games, probably not the same as you do!" This project was a high percentage of her notes, of course she does not worry, but everytime the school called her father with concerns he would sit her down and have a long speech about how she should be more motivated in her school work. In attempt to make her father happy and shutting him up, she agreed to do an effort and she saw in Fred what she needed. Good student, good notes, good boy overall. easy target,
''How about the club scene?" She proposed, "I mean everyone on the campus likes to party, why not study them to know what draws them to the scene?"
Fred began fumbling with words, trying to answer her. But her tone, her attitude, her gaze, everything about her compelled him to shut up. She was really impressive. And the other guys' reaction was kinda scary, he had to admit, although it was probably really overrated.
- Club scene? Well, Hope you have some ideas about it and how to start, cause it's not really my favorite domain. Yea I know gamers better. But if you want to go to the club scene, I?ll be with you. Always curious to discover new things.
He felt better now that he had started speaking. His speech was fast.
- So when do we start? Do we work from the libraray? Oh no cannot speak enough there, silence required. I think I cannot really invite you at my palce, it's not mine really in fact, I live with my uncle and it's small and I?m not sue, well,... you know...
She studied his reactions, his body language, the expression in his eyes. With a wicked grin "The different types of party behaviors, thats the project!" She barked.
She looked up and down at him, "My place, 8, don't be late!" She hissed as she wrote her address on a piece of paper and slammed it in his hand.
No goodbyes or see you later, not miss.lucianni, she does not need to be polite, she got great pleasure into knowing the fear that her family as establish among the city. Scarlett goes and joins her friends.
The time he let out a "OK, I'll be there" she was laready gone. Fred stood baffled there in the middle of the classroom. When one of his friend tapped his shoulder. "Hey buddy, what did she say?"
It was in front of a group of friends that Fred explained, everyone eager to know more. "Gee, you going to Lucianni's! beware dude. Keep care of yourself. Don't say anything suspicious." Fred had to ask them why all this. And they all seemed to not exactly be sure about the reasons. But it was Jennifer who get one step further. "Scarlett's the daughter of Don Raphael Lucianni. The boss. He holds most of the town's illegal activities. You know... mafia, cosa nostra, like in the movies. That's real, and she's completely in it. Her good grades are because the schoo'ls afraid of her dad. And they say that he already killed three young guys who stepped too close around his daughter. Try anything with Scarlett and you're a dead man. And don't even think being curious about what happens in this manor. I hope you don't ear something you shouldn't. You know that their pond is littered with bodies?"
Fred gasped.
She was a maffia boss' daughter? OK, but all these... That was probably all urban rumors. Stories. Something you tell young children to keep them calm and obedient. One couldn't be that bad. He kept telling himself this, but Fred wasn't very coonfident when he took off from his place and entered the bus. He had to run to catch the right one (next one and he would have been late). When he stood in front of the large gate with one gigantic man-in-black asking for his identity, he wasn't sure anymore about anything.
Carlos looked up and down at Fred, to finally tell him with his deep voice, "Come this way." As Carlos leads Fred up the stairs and down the Hall. Fred admired the different paintings and portraits. Once down the Hall, Carlos turned to Fred and again in his deep threatning voice. "Miss.Scarlett is in there, We don't expect any kind of problems, are we now?" Fred was nervous and shook his head no. "That's what I thought," As he opened the door to a large library room, two level, it was a huge library with a wide selection of books. It almost look like the public Library. Fred could hear people talk and laugh and followed the sound. He followed up the stairs to this little lobby with nice couches and chairs. 2 girls and three guys were talking and joking around within each other until they noticed Fred. They all looked up and went silent. 2 of the guys were pretty big and the other one was shorter with a sinister grin on his face. The blonde girl smiled and said, "Well well, what do we have here?", the red head smiled and walked over to Fred. She looks up and down at him, making him very uncomfortable. "Well this is interesting, you must be Scarlett's New pet." She said as she ran a finger down his chest.
It was at all a very impressive but wonderful discovery. the rich house, the decorations and the library. All that took Fred's attention. When he sawthe gourp of young people, he thought that Scarlett had forgotten their appointment for the project, that she was with frineds, and that she was going to send him away. Of course he would obey, Fred didn't want any problem with the big man.
- Hi, he muttered when he saw them.
he also tried to smile, although he was not really at ease. Their gazes were strange. The youg people acted very strangely and when the red haired hottie stood so close to him and touched him, with what she said, it was a mix of fear and excitment, a bit like what someone might feel if meeting Poison Ivy. Fred gulped, tried to ignore the last words...
- I... I was supposed to meet her... for homework.
They started laughing, making him more uneasy, "He does not look like the type of guy she usually dabble with, he kinda look like a good boy!" the blonde says in a tantalizing tone, the three guys just watched the scene unfold in amusement.
The red head bit her lips her purred, "hmm, i like goodboys, they are so eager to please." As she went lower to grab his cock threw his jeans. The others laughed loud,
-ENOUGH!
The scream was heard, as Fred turned around to see Scarlett standing behind him at the top of the stairs. Immediately, the red head backed away and they cease to laugh.
Fred jumped as the girl took his cock. he backed one step, but all eneded when Scarlett's voice boomed in the library. how could one such petite and delicate girl have such an authoritative voice? He frozed, only turning his head to look at her.
She walked toward Fred, not even taking a glance at him. The redhead smile deviously at her, "Don't you guys have anything better to do then to draumatize the boy?!" "Oh come onScarlett, we were just teasing him a bit, he looks so shy..." With one dark glance at her they just went doen the stairs and left the library. Leaving scarlett and Fred alone. She sat on the couch and direct her glance toward Fred, in a much smoother tone she says" sorry about Sherry, she can be a handful sometimes."
She lifted an eyebrow in doubt when he mention he was not shy. "Whatever" As she brushes off his comment. "I was thinking, we should have subjects, like guinea pigs if you will. We just have to determine how they are in everyday life and how they are once in a partying scene. You know, compare notes."
- Sure. Do you already think of some people who would accept that? That also means for us to follow them in their parties. Will we try different types of parties or be specific on one style, meaning one class of people mostly.
As he was taking notes of their discussion, Fred couldn't help but look at her one in a while over his laptop. She definitely looked perfect.
"I think different type of people would be more informative. We should find 5 subjects and style and then evaluate them in the different environment. See how they react to pier pressure." She checks threw her phone, "I suggest a rich kid, a smart kid, an athlete, a socialite and a normal student. Are those qualification different enough to make a good report?" she asked, observing his reaction when she gets near. It amused her that he could'nt even do eye contact with her.
Whenever she looked towards his eyes, he looked down at his keyboard and added soem notes, following her guidelines. She seemed such a natural leader, he didn't even thik of contradicting her. But whenever she was not looking directly at him, he dared another look at her. And she was cute, pretty. So delicate and at the same time with so much power from inside her.
- Well, yeah it's OK. I think I know some that could match.
"Great" As she finds pictures in her phone to show. She first show a picture of a guy, dark hair, spiked, dress in rather preppy suit. "This is Tony Rosso, he's in his 4th year at the university and I know he is loaded. Is father bribe the school to get him in." She gushed with a evil smile. Then switch picture, to a blonde girl, pretty and dressed in the latest fashion. "This is Social butterfly Daphnee Lawrence, she only got into university threw good connections and references." Then showed a pic of a football player. "This is Nick Baker, quarter back of the university football team. Well i think you can guess how he got in..."
He was typing fast, giving some quick looks at her between some words.
- And there's Andy, in our class. he's so smart you know, always getting the best gardes without even working, and elarning many things out of schhol too. He never stops learning I think. And well, normal student. What abour Cassandra, she seems just a plain standard girl...
He finished typing and look at her, daring to look into her eyes, and smiling at her.
- We're already having a good start. I already like working ith you Scarlett. I'm happy to have met you, you know.
A little suprise a the nice remark Fred just said, but she just brush it off as usual. "Well it sounds like we have a plan. I heard there's a party friday, just one of the sororities, i think its a good opportunity to put one our guinea pigs in place. Which one should be first?"
- Sorority party means girls only? If that, perhaps we could even have both over there. If you can keep an eye on them. I don't know much about those sorority parties, you imagine I've never been to one. What's going on at them?
She laughed at his comment, "Yes the house living arrangements are girls only, but trust me, the parties here have a lot of guys. If they let you in of course." She closed her phone and put it in her purse, "Then let's say Friday, meet me at the cafe, be dress to party" Looking at his shirt, "If you don't want your ass kick, Daphnee will be there, I say you keep an eye on her at school and take notes of her habits, personality, and then we'll see how she really is..." She then gets up and walk close to Fred, she then grabbed her phone and texted to someone. Fred phone immediately buzzed. As she watch him grab it and trying to figure who's number that is, she smiled "I just wanted to make sure i had the right phone number... So meet me at the cafe, friday at 11 pm, i expect to see some paper work on our little subject. You better have a detailed information about her life outside of pier pressure. Can I trust you will do a good job and make me happy."
- Oh, OK then I'll be there. Cafe. Dressed for party, of course.
He winked at her.
- I'm not that kind of nerd, I know what to put on.
He looked at her as she was giving directions.
- OK, Daphne's for me... And you? Cassandra? YOu gonna follow her and take notes?
It was as if Fred had said nothing, or as if Scarlett had heard nothing. When his phone buzzed, he took it... and suddenly realized. She confirmed. "But I haven't given you my... yet... not... how did you...?"
She was already giving the rest of her guidelines... "Yes sure, OK, Scarlett. But... and you? You'll be working on..."