The Princess of New York

[TearsoftheWorld]

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OOC: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=589176

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Sarah rolled up the sleeves of her black longsleeved shirt as she relaxed on a brick wall, her legs dangling over the edge as she watched some of her friends ride their bikes in the skating park. They were doing a few tricks, and she couldn't help but laugh whenever they messed up. But she could also count on them to get back up and try again whenever they failed the first time. This was how she spent most of her afternoons, relaxing in the sun and hanging out with her close friends.

"Ouch..." she said, wincing when she saw Jacob mess up badly. He tried doing a bike flip in the air and ended up crashing down on the pavement.

"That'll hurt in the morning," she commented to her friend Michelle who was sitting to her left.

"His own fault," Michelle responded with a smile before she drank from her bottle of Pepsi soda.

"Hey what time is it?" Michelle asked, twisting her head to the side to see if she could read the watch on Sarah's wrist. Sarah pulled her arm up from her side and she glanced at the clock.

"Ugh, time for me to go to work."

"Seriously? Call in sick," Michelle suggested. Sarah rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I did that last week. I keep calling in sick sooner or later they're going to fire my ass. I'll see you later," Sarah said as she hopped down off the wall. She landed on her feet and grabbed her back.

"We getting together later?"

"Yeah, call me if something comes up," Sarah said before she walked away from the rink. It was a short walk to her apartment and she quickly showered and changed into her uniform before heading off to work. She was a cashier at a local grocery store, and as much as she hated her job it helped pay for their bills. She got along fine with with her coworkers, but the job itself was monotonous.

She was asked the same questions by the same people day after day.

"Where can I find Ketchup? How much does this cost? Do you sell this? Do you sell that?"

Sometimes she just wanted to tell them off. But she held her tongue and put on a fake smile, answering the questions as best she could. Sometimes she would call in sick when she wanted to hang out and relax, but it had become somewhat of a pattern for her, and she was afraid of being let go if she did it anymore.

Sarah tied her hair into a ponytail and buttoned up her work shirt as she walked into the air conditioned building. She could immediately hear the beeping of the registers, and it made her twitch. She punched her card in and set it aside, grabbing her money drawer before finding an open register.

"Are you open?" someone asked as Sarah punched in her login information into the computer. With a sigh she nodded her head, and the customer immediately began emptying out their cart.

 

[LitShark]

King of New York

Jacob winced slightly at the abrupt transition from flourescent prison lights to natural daylight. It had been too

long since he had been outside these chainlink walls. They had allowed him to dress back in his white dress shirt

and suit that he'd worn his first day of incarseration. Stepping into the parking lot for the first time in two

years Jacob saw his old friend 'Freeway', awaiting next to his black Cadillac Escallade SUV.

"All hail the king!" Freeway exclaimed, holding his large arms open wide in welcome of his old friend. "Welcome

back to freedom your highness."

Freeway snatched Jacob into a hug before Jacob could protest, the tall black man held him tighter than Jacob felt

comfortable with, pushing his way out of the hug as quickly as he could. That oversized Roca Wear jacket must have

been new, it still stank of factory denim.

"Yeah yeah, its good to see you too Freeway." Jacob said, slipping from the hug and into the truck. "I trust business has been good."

"Business is for tomorrow King J, tonight is a celebration!" Freeway exclaimed as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Tonight you're gettin' fucked up and then just fucked. It is your city afterall."

"Just drive..." Jacob said without enthusiasim. Booze and pussy were the last things on his overactive brain, the toughest part about jail had been leaving his business behind.

The massive Escalade left long black skidmarks in the minimum security prison parking lot before tearing back toward town.

"First stop is the market, gotta get stocked up on perk."

 

[caela]

Jenna sighed softly as she slammed closed her microbilogy textbook. She was sick of study but there hadn't been a customer all day! Well if you didn't count Mrs. Henderson anyway but - per the usual - she'd come in early and just browsed around, looking through the books and magazines and making idle chit chat for nearly an hour before leaving. It was Jenna's personal opinion that the old woman really came in for company more than anything else and so she was always kind to the old lady. It had to be hard living in New York when all her children were in other states and most of her friends had retired to somewhere that the winters weren't so cold. Other than that visit however the day had been quiet and Jenna had gotten nearly a weeks worth of homework done not to mention worked her way ahead on the readings in her two easiest classes.

Now she was just bored and there was still an hour left before closing! Staring at the clock she sighed once more before heading toward the back for the shift change paperwork. Why Kyle (the store's owner) bothered to keep the place open 24 hours a day was beyond her. Who every heard of a bookstore that never closed?! Still the old man refused to change the hours and the night shift clerk, Brian, would be in soon. She was looking forward to heading home for the night.

Well home to change anyway. If she had her way she'd shower, change, fix her hair and make-up ad then drag Sarah out for a little club hopping. They both sure as hell deserved it and tomorrow was Jenna's day off. She hoped it was Sarah's too but couldn't remember her friend, and roommates, schedule off the top of her head. Hours of study had pushed such trivialities far out of her mind.

Maybe they could meet a couple of hot guys tonight. The thought made her smile and her body trembled slightly at the thought of meeting someone. It had been awhile since she'd taken a lover and she'd been feeling the lack of it lately. It made her mildly cranky at times if she wasn't getting laid regularly.

"Too many hormones on the brain Jenna," she muttered to herself and chuckled as she hopped back up onto the stool behind the desk to start her paperwork so she could leave as soon as possible once her relief arrived.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

It only took Sarah a few minutes to completely scan all of the customers items, and she sent them down towards the other end of her register where she kept the plastic bags. She absolutely hated it when some customers waited for you to finish bagging before they asked for the other kind.

"Oh I wanted paper for those."

"Can I get plastic instead?"

It drove her nuts. Thankfully she usually only had to deal with a small handful of customers like that in a day. The rest were pretty flexible, and they often left her a small tip for being so kind.

After bagging everything up and counting the total, Sarah broke open the register and put the cash inside. She handed the change back and then put up her closed sign.

"I'll be right back," she said, alerting the floor manager.

Walking into the back, Sarah pulled out her cell phone and sent a quick text message to Jenna. It was nothing special, just a 'get me the hell out of here' kinda message. She smiled and went to the bathroom, emerging a short while later to return towards the front of the store.

 

[caela]

Hearing her phone vibrate on the counter Jenna flipped it open and chuckled at the message from Sarah. Another stellar evening at the Market apparently. Hell she was always aching to get out of there! If Jenna could have thought of a plausible excuse for getting her friend out of work early she'd have done it but since anything she could think of would likely make Sarah's boss want proof that wouldn't be there to be had all she could do was shake her head.

Thinking for a moment she typed back, Partying tonight...no excuses...we both NEED it! and closed her phone once the message was sent. In the back of her mind she was already planning her clothes when the door jangled above the door and Brian came in at last!

"Hey Jen..." he started and then trailed off starting to look guilty and Jenna didn't like it. That usually meant Brian was going to try and squirm out of his shift.

"No," she said flatly before he could start again and instead reached over the counter and dragged him up to it. "You are not ;eaving unless you get someone else to come in for you. I have plans tonight and am not staying late for you."

When she let him go she was giving him a harsh glare and it seemed to cow his urge to continue. Being a bit of a wimp he just nodded and came around the desk to start filling out his half of the shift change report. All he really had to do was confirm the amount of money in the drawer and once he sighed under Jenna's name she scooped her back off the counter, blew him a friendly kiss, and sauntered out the door.

She'd have time to shower, relax a bit, get in a last bit of studying (she had flashcards she needed to make) and still be ready to go out when Sarah got home.

 

[LitShark]

Dynasty Signs.

Jacob gazed through his open window with an air of detachment and disinterest, the humid and heavy air overpowering the Cadllac truck's air conditioning. Jacob stared over the familiar skyline as they approached the Brooklyn Bridge.

They had actually passed Rykers on the way home, that was the first time Jacob had shown any emotion, he cracked a smile at the hell he had avoided with the plea bargain, yet silently mused that he would have been closer to home.

"Why don't you roll that shit up J? Let the AC do its thang..." Freeway asked after turning down his blaring music. "You're out now J, relax."

"Its hot..." Jacob replied, as though he were somewhere else comletely. "Angry kinda weather."

"Yeah, you know what they say... Summer stinks and..."

"Winter's waiting." Jacob cut off his friend, "Yes I know what they say."

Freeway simply turned his music back up as they took their exit. The old neighborhood felt like an ex lover to Jacob, a long neglected flame which had been dulled by whoring herself out to all the two-bit numbskulls who had been busy clammoring for scraps from the king's table in his absence.

Freeway turned into the parking lot of a Downtown Market just as his CD changed tracks and Jay-Z's "Hard Knock Life" played. Freeway didn't hesitate before pulling his massive SUV into the handicapped space just in front of the store.

"Alright King, shall your highness be drinking Dom Perignion or Crystal this evening?" Freeway asked with a smirk as he cut off the engine. "Or is it a Hennessy night for you?"

"You're not supposed to drink Crystal anymore." Jacob muttered as he left the vehicle.

"What? Why the fuck not?" Freeway inquired, setting his alarm over his shoulder. "I thought Crystal was your favorite."

"It is, I can drink all that I want. You can't, your boy Jay Z is spearheading the protest." Jacob said as he held his hands up to form a diamond shape, framing his friend's confused face. "The French owner made some racist comments in the media, he used the "N" word or something like that."

"Frog motherfuckers..." Freeway muttered, unsure of how much of what he'd heard was bullshit. "Well its your party, what you want to drink?"

"I don't want to drink Free, I want to make moves!" Jacob barked as they passed through the automatic doors and into the air conditioned market. He took a moment to compose himself, moving his jacket from being slung over his shoulder back over his white collared shirt. "I just want to make sure, that everyone knows I'm out... People who might have forgotten who the king is."

Freeway chuckled at his friend's serious speech as they made their way past the registers to the alcohol aisle.

"What you really need is some booty... Prison life tensed you up too much, you gotta get that frustration out if you know what I'm sayin'." Freeway joked, then lowered his voice once they were in the back. "You woulda punched me in the ear for talkin' business loud in public. Don't think that just because you haven't been makin' moves, moves haven't been made. Don't even think that moves aren't in motion as we speak, there's a reason I came to pick you up alone."

Jacob just twisted his mouth up as if if he was about to spit, it was actually his only tell. He made that face any time he was genuinely making up his mind about something. The problem with this tell was that someone had informed Jacob about it, so he would sometimes use the expression to mislead people.

"Fuck it, you might have a point. Let's get hammered..." Jacob said, grabbing a tall green bottle of Jagermeister.

"That's my boy!" Freeway said as he patted Jacob on the back. He grabbed a few more bottles before following Jacob up to the register. "Damn... You open over there girl?"

Behind a closed sign and a register sat the most breathtaking beauty Jacob had seen since his imprisonment two years ago. She seemed to just be returning from a bathroom or cigarette break or possibly cashing out.

"Moron, you can read can't you..." Jacob chided as he moved to stand in a line behind 4 people the shortest line for an open register. "Sorry about him miss..."

Jacob trailed off, hoping to win an introduction. Freeway didn't listen, instead he went over to lean on her counter. He only grinned like an idiot waiting to see what happened.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Partying tonight...no excuses...we both NEED it!

Sarah smiled to herself as she read the quick text message. She and Jenna were usually on the same wave lengths, and if Jenna hadn't suggested the night out then surely she would.

'Sounds good. See you after work'

Sarah send her message and pocketed her phone as she walked back up towards the front of the store. She had been back at her register for not more than a minute when she already heard the annoying mating call of a customer. It usually went: 'Are you opening?', but 'You open over there girl?' was a close second. Glancing up she saw one of the male customers lean over onto her counter, looking pretty smug.

"Uh hi," Sarah said to Freeway, giving him a look that read 'Ooooookay...'

Sarah had unfurled her hair when she went on break, but now that she was back at the register she retied it into a ponytail.

"It's fine, and you can come to my line if you want," she said to Jacob.

"I'm opening up," she added.

 

[LitShark]

Jacob smiled earnestly when the young beauty announced that she was in fact opening back up. Jacob caught himself looking at her chest as she lifted her arms, but cast his eyes downward quickly as he walked over to join Freeway in the shortest and most attractive line.

"You'll have to excuse my friend Freeway here, what he lacks in discretion he more than compensates for in loyalty and dedication..." Jacob said as he and his partner lined thier bottles up on the counter. "I'm Jacob but around here most people call me King... Paper bags are fine thanks."

Though you couldn't tell from his confident smile or his reserved demeanor, Jacob felt rusty. It had been quite a while since he had any cause to polish his wooing tactics, years since he'd even seen a beautiful woman such as this.

"I am the owner and promotor for the 'Crazy 8' nightclub over in Manhattan. I'm not sure if you're the partying type or not, but if you gave me your name I'd get you on the list for VIP." Jacob smirked as he passed one of his business cards across the counter, "Bring a guest if you like..."

Jacob trailed off, he'd talked himself into a corner. He kicked hmself for not stopping before the guest bit, she'd likely bring her boyfriend but it wasn't as if Jacob had never swopped a young beauty away from her man.

"A cute little thing... you know a lady friend for me." Freeway said with a wink as he took up the bags from the register and placed a pair of $100 bills from his massive wad of bills on the counter. "Keep the change girl, though you won't need money if your curiosity brings you down our way."

Freeway's confident smile never wained as Jacob nodded his head to the lovely casheer and the two made for the exit.

 

[caela]

'Sounds good. See you after work'

Jenna grinned at the text and tossed her phone onto the couch as she walked through the door of their apartment. It wasn't really much (hell it was New York and they weren't rich!) but it was enough for them not to constantly be tripping over each other when they wanted their privacy too. Personally, Jenna loved it.

Without a though she cranked on the radio and just let it play whatever Sarah had left in; not really listening to it but using it as background noise as she stripped out of her work clothes and headed for the shower. With Sarah at work she was able to indulge in walking through the apartment naked instead of having to cart her clothes to and from the bathroom...since she had no idea what she wanted to wear to night she considered that a bonus.

As an afterthought she paused but the sofa and shot Sarah one more text...Be thinking about where you want to go. Let's try somewhere new tonight, the old haunts are getting a bit boring.

Knowing Sarah was working she didn't wait for a reply, just dropped the phone again and headed in to take her, much anticipated, shower.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Sarah let her arms fall to her sides as she punched in her account information, letting the register open up as she began scanning their items. If there was one thing that a cashier could be sure of, it was that when opening every customer waiting for a line would notice. Aside from Jacob and his friend, Sarah could see quite a few people getting ready to switch lanes.

So much for a relaxed work day.

"Well loyalty and dedication are pretty hard to find these days," Sarah commented as she scanned their bottles.

Must be having a party, she thought to herself.

"Paper..." Sarah repeated, checking under her register for the elusive brown bags. Not many people requested them, it was usually just all about plastic.

She did smile when he mentioned that he was the owner of some nightclub, but as it was one she wasn't familiar with Sarah just thought he was trying to impress her. But still... there wasn't much harm in just giving out a name. And having your name on a VIP list wasn't anything to lightly brush aside. She might end up regretting it later.

Sarah finished ringing up the groceries and she ran the total. Freeway handed her a $100 bill, and she raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. Not many people were willing to just carry around that kind of money... at least not freely.

"Thanks," Sarah said as she accepted both the business card and the change. They had purchased quite a bit of alcohol, but there was certainly a lot of money left over from the bill. The change was worth more than the entire days shift.

"Thank you," Sarah said again, smiling this time.

She wasn't sure why she was smiling... she just smiled. It was one of those girly smiles, kind of shy but not embarrassed. It was the kind of smile that you wear when someone has just complimented you or your work, and you don't want to boast or brag.

"Sarah Whitmoore," Sarah called out as Jacob and his friend made their way towards the automatic doors leading out to the parking lot. She still held onto the $100 bill and hadn't yet entered it into the system, so needless to say the other customers were starting to get annoyed that she was taking so long.

"Miss?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry," Sarah said, slightly embarrassed now.

She suddenly felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but she had to wait until later to check it. It would only take a few minutes to scan the rest of the customers items, and when she could sneak in some free time she checked the message.

somewhere new tonight

Sarah glanced at the business card Jacob had left her.

Or rather, that the 'King' had left her. Tapping the cards with her fingers Sarah thought about trying out their club. It was definitely worth a shot.

Work for the rest of the day was rather uneventful. It was the same questions over and over, and she sighed with relief when she pulled out her drawer and cashed it in for the night.

"Heading home?" the floor manager asked. Sarah smiled and nodded her head as she grabbed her belongings.

"Oh yeah. See ya," Sarah said as she checked the schedule. She had tomorrow off, but work the following day.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Sarah walked back to her apartment, and she thought that for a little while someone had been following her around. It was a strange feeling, like someone was constantly nagging at her shoulder everywhere she went. Yet for all her searching she couldn't find anyone. No matter how many times she looked behind her, all she could see was her shadow.

Sarah finally made it to her apartment and pushed the door open, expecting to find Jenna lounging around somewhere.

"Hey you around?" Sarah called out as she set her things down. She untied her hair and let it gracefully fall down about her shoulders as she slumped into a chair.

"I have to get new work shoes," she said to herself as she took her old sneakers off her sore feet.

 

[caela]

"Hey you around?"

Jenna grinned at the sound of her roommate's voice and bounded out of her bedroom wrapped in a black silk robe and with her wet hair clinging to her neck and back still. Leaning against the archway to the living room she chuckled as Sarah muttered about needing new shoes before flopping down on to the couch without ceremony.

"If you need new shoes so badly perhaps we should skip the night out," she teased knowing full well that such an idea was unthinkable tonight. Hell even if Sarah had been too tired to go out after a long day at work she'd have gone out anyway.

Stretching her feet out onto the coffee table she glanced at Sarah with a grin curving her lips, "So where are we going tonight? Any young customers (preferably of the cute and male variety) mention any new clubs or parties worth hitting up tonight??"

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

After Sarah practically tore off her shoes, she began rubbing them sorely. Her heels hurt a little, but as Jenna knew full well, that wouldn't stop her from going out. It would take a lot more than a sore foot to keep her from enjoying herself. And Sarah planned on enjoying herself.

Besides, it wasn't like she would be able to go out tomorrow night. Not with work the following morning anyways.

"I think you're secretly stalking me, I swear," Sarah said with a playful smile after Jenna came into the room and sat down, kicking her feet up.

"Either that or you've got like an army of tiny robots following me around," she added, alluding to the fact that a couple of young guys actually did present them with the opportunity to go out to their club.

Sarah pulled out the business card that Jacob had given her at the store earlier. She handed it over to Jenna and then relaxed in her seat again.

"This guy in my line said he owns a club up in Manhattan. Said that he could get me and a friend on the VIP list if we showed up later," Sarah said as she got up from her seat.

"He had a friend with him, some jerk, but they were pretty loaded. Paid for his bill with a hundred dollar bill and told me to keep the change."

Sarah walked into the bathroom and she ran her hands under some cold water before she splashed her face and wiped it dry with a clean towel.

"So what'dya think? Worth checking out?" she asked after coming back into the room.

 

[caela]

Jenna took the card from Sarah, still listening but studying it a well. She'd heard of this club a couple of time and never heard anything bad about it. Mostly just people complaining that the line had been aweful and they'd never gotten in. Considering how late she and Sarah both worked some nights she'd never considered it worth visiting. Her plans when she went out were to hit the clubs and dance not stand in line freezing her ass off.

Now they had a shot to get onto the VIP list...no waiting in line, no freezing, straight in through the doors and into whatever area was reserved for those on the list and Sarah was asking it if was worth checking out!

Jenna's grin was huge when she looked up from the card, "From what I've heard this is one of the hardest to get into clubs in Manhatten Sarah. I'd never suggest it if you hadn't just said this guy would put you on the VIP list because they've probably got a line forming already and it's only 9. By the time we were dressed and ready to leave we'd have no hope of getting in. Now you tell me we can just jump the line and waltz in and you have to ask if it's worth checking out?!"

Giving a laugh she grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch and smacked her friend playfully in the shoulder with it before getting up.

"Rest your feet for a few more minutes and then get your butt in gear girl. We're gonna paint the town tonight!" she said with a laugh as she sauntered off into her bedroom to get dressed and do something with her hair.

 

[LitShark]

Taking it 'Easy'

Jacob stared out the 8th story picture window which sat atop his operation's epicenter. The entire 8th floor was dedicated solely to being his lavish office space, adorned with plush furniture, exotic potted plants and cherrywood work desks and confrence tables. The Plasma screen TVs and networked laptops were new touches, but overall Jacob liked the new look.

People were already lining up for the "Crazy 8" club, which Freeway and Simon had renovated even more than the spacious office. The club occupied the bottom 4 stories of the old bulding, now retrofitted into a space aged hip hop, rave scene. Jacob had hated the idea of neon graffiti under black-lights and flourecent glowing countertops, but the returns Freeway was pulling in made it undeniable that the change had been for the best.

"I feel like I'm getting old Free. Some of those girls down there barely look 18, why do they think they can get into my club?" Jacob asked stoicly, still gazing out his window at the street. "We serve liquor here."

"I converted the basement into a rave club for the 18 and ups who like that techno shit and want to do their glow stick thing too. We charge em a cover, its all good money." Freeway said casually, already sipping on his bottle of Remmy. "Besides, those sexy lil mamas get freaky on them pills."

Freeway chuckled before taking another swig. Jacob was decidedly less amused.

"Pills, pills, pills, so fucking what? I don't want to be the neighborhood fucking pharmacy, what about the real money? Coke, horse, whores, where's all that money?" Jacob asked in a severe tone. "You kids got fat off table scraps while I was gone, it made you lazy. The Freeway I remember wasn't scared to hit the streets for paper."

"C'mon J, the club pulls bank! The strip club in Queens is packed every night. We make six figures a week off our hustle and maybe more off the real businesses. It ought to be enough." Freeway moaned, becoming increasingly defensive. "Maury said we ought to take it easy with you gettin' pinched and..."

"Maury? Last time I checked Maury doesn't fuckin' run the show. I'm the motherfucking King and takin' it easy isn't what I do!" Jacob was turned away from the window fuming by now. "I didn't get to be the king by taking it easy alright? Tomorrow I want a meeting, a meetng with everyone who fucking matters. All the bosses, here, I mean the blacks, the mexicans, the Italians, the Irish, the Cubans. If they don't want to come you fucking bring 'em."

"Gotcha boss..." Freeway said, smirking again despite Jacob's exagerated anger. "Heavy work tomorrow, but tonight you really gotta chill out. Want some grass?"

Jacob said nothing, instead he just turned back toward the window as the last daggers of red faded into the purple and blue twilight.

"I get it, you don't need grass, you need ass." Freeway joked. "That bitch from the market call you back yet?"

"I'm getting a shower. Have Simon, TJ and Nigel meet me up here when I get out." Jacob said low in hs chest, ignorng the question entirely.

"Who's gonna watch the door if they all come up here?" Freeway asked.

"You do it." Jacob ordered as he opened the heavy wooden door leading into the large private marble bathroom. "Get back to your roots."

The door slammed shut leaving Freeway to grumble hs complaints to himself as he made hs way to the glass elevator which would take him to the staircase that would spit him into the mass of drunken fools.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

OOC: I'm liking the new AV =)
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Sarah saw the grin form on Jenna's face, and she knew that she was in for a wild ride.

"I was just being cautious. It's not every day that some guy hands me a business card and says he owns a dance club. We could end up in some huge, black van or something," Sarah said as she sat down on the couch. Jenna playfully hit her with a pillow and then stood up.

Doing exactly as the doctor ordered, Sarah put her feet up on the coffee table and relaxed into the seat.

"That's nice..." she said to herself, sighing with content.

But Jenna was right. If they wanted to get there at a semi-reasonably late time she'd have to get in gear.

"Well since you've already showered I guess it's my turn," Sarah said, ready to kick her roommate out as she assembled some quick clothes to change into. After the shower it was time to pick her outfit... and after that it was time to pick out another outfit.

 

[caela]

"Well since you've already showered I guess it's my turn,"

Jenna just gave a dismissive wave of her hand at her roommates comment as she disappeared into her room to face her closet. So many choices and so little time! She decided to start with the easy part and pulled out her favorite pair of bar jeans; low rise they settled perfectly on her hips and clung to her legs like a second skin. She'd had them altered slightly too and the sides were black lace panels, patterned with roses, instead of denim allowing a delicious peek at the skin underneath while still covering it entirely. A pair of black ankle boots, wih stiletto heels, were quickly tossed on top of the jeans and left her staring into the closet trying to pick a top.

The top was always the hardest part because what she chose depended greatly on her mood and just how hard she was trying to get laid that night. She knew a lot of the guys around campus called her slut but she just shrugged it off; if the guys could go out and have their fun why couldn't she?

Deciding that finding a suitable sexual partner was definately on the menu for the night she grinned and pulled out a black lace halter top with the same rose pattern as her jeans. Most of it was incredibly sheer though there were darker panels sewn in so that it wasn't lewd and was bar appropriate. The top itself also only fell to about an inch above her belly button leaving it, and the curved barbell she wore in it, bare.

With a small smirk on her lips she heard the shower finally stop and stuck her head out of her bedroom door, "Hey, did you need to call that guy who gave you the card or are we just supposed to show up??!"

It seemed a fair enough question to ask but it was forgotten almost as soon as she hollered it because she turned back to her clothes and started getting dressed for the night.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

As Jenna left to go to her room, Sarah went into the bathroom to take a quick but relaxing shower. She shed her clothes and set them in a pile on the floor, crumpled up and about ready to toss into the laundry bin. Turning the water on, Sarah set aside some fresh towels before stepping in.

It took her a little while to clean herself, and after turning the water off she waited a moment as water continued to drip down her slender body.

"God that felt good," she said to herself, reaching out of the shower for one of her towels.

"Hey, did you need to call that guy who gave you the card or are we just supposed to show up??!"

"He didn't really say, I guess we can call," Sarah responded.

In all honesty it had totally slipped her mind. The calling part, not the going out part. Sarah walked from the bathroom to her bedroom and let the towel around her body fall to the floor. From her dresser she grabbed some underwear and put in on, finally clipping her bra behind he back as she started to think about what she should wear.

Sarah poured through her closet and began tossing out a bunch of outfits.

One stood out in particular: it was a two-toned mini-dress, brown and gold that tied behind her neck and the small of her back, leaving the sides exposed. Her shoulders and upper back were exposed, and the top hugged her chest tightly. The attached skirt covered her hips, and the hem did little to cover her soft legs.

The dress took the word mini almost too literally.

But that was alright by her.

"Figured out what you want to wear?" Sarah asked as she began dressing herself. She removed her bra and set it aside as the mini-dress didn't really call for her to wear one.

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OOC: http://www.3wishes.com/images/anna-ep.jpg

 

[caela]

"He didn't really say, I guess we can call," Sarah responded.

Jenna rolled her eyes at the comment about the guy not saying whether they should call or not. How typically male! no doubt he was in some sort of snit now too because Sarah hadn't called. Shaking her head she just chuckled to herself before calling out, "Call him when we leave and let him know you're on your way!"

Wouldn't want him to forget to put them on the list after all!

Wiggling her jeans up over her hips she grinned at her reflection in the mirror. If she couldn't feel the denim on her skin she'd have thought the things were painted on. Like most of her wardrobe they'd been altered to fit her like a second skin. In Jenna's world a good tailor was a godsend...you could never pay enough to have clothes fit the way you wanted and it just never did straight off the rack for her.

She didn't bother with a bra as her top would have just showed it and grinned again as she tied the halter behind her neck and again at the middle of her back, glad that it was warm enough for the skin baring fashions once more. Not that she actually skipped them in the winter but now she wouldn't freeze just to look good! Grabbing a small purse with a long strap that she could throw across her body so that she wouldn't have to put it down, she tossed her i.d. and bank card into it and slipped out of her room just as Sarah called out asking if she knew what she was going to wear.

"I'm ready to go if you are," she said with a grin and the jangle of keys as she snatched the apartment keys up and dropped them and her cell phone into the purse as well.

 

[LitShark]

Jacob came out of the shower in his bathrobe, still drying his hair. Simon the eggheaded, bespectacled tech expert was already occupied on one of the laptops he and Freeway had installed to the office in Jacob's absence. Nigel was in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and picking his fingernails with a hunting knife. Nigel was once a member of the IRA and has a very stern disposition, but like any good Irishman he becomes more friendly wth every drink.

"Get your damn feet off my desk!" Jacob shouted at the third of his requested associates: T.J. "Put that thing out while you're at it."

T.J. was a good frend of Freeway's though he lacked the good sense to know when it was best to go easy. T.J. was very much the loud arrogant steriotype of a black thug, but in a tight situation there was nobody better to have at your side. At Jacob's command T.J. rose from behind the King's desk, but rather than extinguish his blunt he handed it off to Jacob. Jacob sighed to himself before gving in to the temptation and taking a few long drags.

It was his party after-all.

"Listen, I know that all of our time is precious so I'll be brief. Tonight, I have some VIPs comming in and I want them to really get the Royal treatment from all of you. Simon, I need you to run the Name: Sarah Whitmoore, find everything you can about her and let me know." Jacob called behind himself as he lined up designer suits on the hooks inside his closet door. "If she happens to stay the night I'll need to know I can trust her. Tomorrow morning we got heavy work to put in. I'm leaving it to all of you to bring every Boss in the city here, and it might get a little hectic to say the least."

Simon and Nigel both nodded their assention while T.J. felt the need to insert his two cents.

"Shiiit, I'd want to kill half the city too if I ain't been laid in two years..." T.J. muttered between chuckles.

"We are finished..." Jacob said impatiently as he decided on a suit for the evening and dropped his robe to begin dressing.

As Jacob had assumed that action cleared his office in a matter of moments. He finished putting his Versace suit on in silence.

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[TearsoftheWorld]

"Alright," Sarah responded as she finished dressing herself. She poured through some of her jewelry, wondering what pieces went best with her current outfit. Most of her necklaces didn't exactly go with the top she was wearing, so she decided to forget about wearing one.

"I can't find anything good to wear," Sarah complained, talking more about what accessories she wanted rather than her clothes.

"Well..." Sarah mumbled as she began piecing together some bracelets. She had a few gold ones, and it seemed to go well with what she had on.

"Not a total loss," she added with a smile, adjusting them on her wrist.

Sarah took a moment to look at herself in one of her full-body mirrors, making sure everything looked alright. If she found one tiny flaw she would have to redo the entire ensemble, and they were running late as it was. But still... it was better to be fashionably late than show up early and look like some girl who spends all her money shopping at Old Navy.

Though she really didn't need to, Sarah applied a bit of makeup and added some finishing touches before she was somewhat satisfied with herself.

"Okay, I'll give him a buzz in the car. I guess you're driving," Sarah said with a smile as she stepped out of her room. She grabbed one of her own purses and tossed in her wallet and cell phone before she followed her house mate out of the door. Sarah glanced at the business card and read the number aloud to herself. She dug through her purse for her phone, and after flipping the lid she began punching in the numbers.

"Watch, I bet it's the number for some pizzeria," Sarah said with a smile as she waited to hear if anyone would answer on the other end.

 

[LitShark]

"Its good to have you back J." T.J. muttered as he beat a hasty retreat after Nigel, neither man close enough with the boss to be comfortable hangng around while he dressed himself.

Simon on the other hand was so deeply entranced by his computer screen that he was oblivious to the fact that Jacob ever dropped his robe. Once Jacob had his shirt and slacks just the way he wanted he heard a low buzzing sound come from his desk.

It was his cell phone vibrating around the hardwood surface. As Jacob made his way brisquely back to the desk Simon chimed in with his newly aquired info.

"Most of the stuff on ths girl is pretty run of the mill Boss, records, social, birthplace, DMV records, all check out just like anyone else, right?" Simon began still looking at his monitor, missing the ''One moment" signal Jacob was giving him. "But her citizenship status, it has here as 'Asylum', like she fled a political coup or something... kinda strange for someone who was supposedly born in Long Isl-"

"Simon, shut up!" Jacob barked once he reached his phone and saw a number with which he was unfamiliar. "This might be her."

Ordinarily Jacob didn't answer calls to his cell phone if he didn't know the number, but this was a special situation. It wasn't every day Jacob went around handing out business cards.

"This is Jacob." He said into the phone, his voice free of emotion just in case it was one of his enemies or the police calling.

 

[caela]

I guess you're driving,

Jenna gave a mock groan at Sarah's words but then jangled her keys. She was the one with the car after all. Still that wouldn't stop her from drinking while they were out. She'd start light but if the place was really as hot as people's talk made it seem she had no qualms about taking a cab home and going back for it in the morning. She never worried about being stolen because her car was older and rather beat up looking but everything under the hood was in top condition. She'd left the exterior as camouflage when she moved to New York. Everyone gave her shit for it until the fist time they rode in it and realized there was more to her car than the exterior.

Sliding into the welcoming leather seats she grinned as she turned the engine over and Sarah made her call. She kept the music low on the radio while the other girl talked but she hummed along with it not really paying attention to the conversation taking place next to her as she maneuvered the streets on her way to Manhattan.

OOC: Will wait to post again until you two have written out your convo; hope you both have a wonderful weekend!

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Sarah heard the phone ring a few times, and she was almost ready to hang up when she heard a voice on the other end. She couldn't really connect it with the guys from earlier, but the name Jacob obviously meant that she had called the right person.

"Hi, this is Sarah. Sarah Whitmoore... from the supermarket earlier," she said, somewhat reintroducing herself, and she felt rather silly calling him up like this.

He probably doesn't even remember me, Sarah thought to herself.

And from the way Jacob answered his phone, Sarah thought that he might not have time for her call.

"I was just wondering if your offer on coming to the club tonight was still available? I mean I don't want to be a bother or anything, but I just remembered the card you gave me earlier and I figured it was worth a shot," Sarah added.

She was kicking herself in her head by now, as she had never really been this awkward at making phone calls. It was like she was setting up a movie date with her old crush, and she had no idea how to go about doing it. But she had made the call, and now all that was left was for her to make the arrangements with Jacob.

If he told her off then she and Jenna would find some other club to hit up.

Otherwise...

 

[LitShark]

"Yes, of course. I'm glad to hear from you Sarah, I was just briefing my staff to mind their 'p's' and 'q's' for my special guests." Jacob's voice strained slightly on Sarah's name as he has to literally slap Simon over the head to stop him broadcastng Sarah's Social Security number into his side of the phone. "My friend Freeway will be working at the door just long enough to see you in. You remember him right?"

Simon was still rubbing his head as Jacob crossed to the other side of his office space, again looking out over the crowd.

"Bring a girlfriend if you have any, but if you have a boyfriend I'm sorry to say that he's not invited." Jacob half chuckled at his half joking remark.

As crass and blunt as it had seemed Jacob had invted girls to his club with the intenton of making moves, only to end up footing a bartab for their boyfriends (Not that Jacob still didn't fuck them). In any case Jacob was in no mood to pussy-foot around jealous beaus tonight, he wanted fast girls who were single and ready to mingle.

"Anyway, just look for the loud, black guy with dreads. He'll part all the ropes for you my sexy Sarah." Jacob schmoosed, feeling much more in control and confident now that he was back in his own element. "See you soon."

With that Jacob slapped his phone shut and slid it into one of his pockets.

"Now..." He announced turning back to hs resident egg-head. "As you were saying?"