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Out of character: I need a dominant male writer to play as the leader of the gang that Julie's younger brother is in. If rough play/reluctance is something you like, send me a PM. Thanks!
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Name: Julie Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Other: Fake Valley girl accent, hourglass body, massive 30JJ cup breasts
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So that's where the party was at - Jesus! The neighborhood really has gone to hell and back. Oh right - you probably don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself; hi, my name is Julie Smith. I'm twenty-two years old and I was about to enter some sketchy part of Chicago because of my idiot little brother. Yep, his older sister would have to get him out of trouble. But that's okay - I'm actually a cop...well kind of. I was behind a desk a whole lot, seeing as my chief didn't think that I was suited for the lines of duty. My job title was "Legal Administrator", whatever that is. Truth is, I feel like my peers underestimated me because of my appearance but I could take care of myself!
Oh wow, I just realized how bitter that sounded. But anyway, this was my chance to not only get my brother out of this gang life and show the precinct just what I'm made of! I wasn't dumb (albeit drop dead gorgeous) bimbo and I was a damn good sister.
About my brother...well, he was in his senior year of high school and while he started his teenage years well, he wasn't doing so great anymore. Yeah, like many people of his youth, he succumbed to peer pressure and found himself in trouble under numerous of occasions. First, it was shoplifting, then it was fights and most recently, evidence that he was planning on joining some stupid gang. Both my mom and dad were distant and away whenever he needed help, so it was up to me to call the school and try to solve things before they got out of hand.
Apparently I wasn't too good at that...
About two weeks ago, he came by to ask me for some help. As the good sister that I was, I was more than happy to help out...well, at first. As things turned out, he was in a real pickle - he did, in fact, join some gang in the less desirable parts of Chicago and he was running behind on some payments. He needed money and he needed it bad. I agreed to helping him out, if and only if I could head over to their 'hideout' and tried to talk some common sense into whoever was in charge over their membership there. My brother begged me not to go, that it wasn't safe and I was in way over my head. I wasn't having any of that.
So, imagine my reaction when that twerp of a brother of mine decided to head out early, without me, to their headquarters. I was furious, as you could imagine, and drove after him as soon as I could. And so, here I was...and while I wanted to be in police uniform, I didn't have it on me (I always left it at the precinct, duh).
I simply followed both the noise and the distinct aroma of marijuana smoke before I came to what appeared to be their base of operations and I left my car by the driveway. Once I made my way to the entrance, two bouncers halted my entrance and stared at me.
Okay, so one thing that I should have pointed out earlier is that my body had this effect of guys. Yeah, I had curves in all the right places and I knew the effect it had on men. Part of me enjoyed it too, though I never let those stares go any further than just that. Still, I smacked my head (mentally of course) for having worn this outfit, namely, a tight green Adidas top (which couldn't even close properly, thanks to my big ol' titties), a pair of jeans and heels.
They stared, dumbfounded almost before I let them know:
"Hey, eyes up here." I said in a slightly bitchy tone " Could you move out of the way? I'm late."
They didn't know who I was but let me in anyway. I guess they figured that with my hot tempered attitude, that I was expected to show up for whatever reason. Good thing that they didn't ask any questions, or I would have been in trouble. Then again, they were probably too busy with the sight of my massive breasts bouncing with each step I took.
Now, where the hell was Martin?
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Name: Julie Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Other: Fake Valley girl accent, hourglass body, massive 30JJ cup breasts
~~~
So that's where the party was at - Jesus! The neighborhood really has gone to hell and back. Oh right - you probably don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself; hi, my name is Julie Smith. I'm twenty-two years old and I was about to enter some sketchy part of Chicago because of my idiot little brother. Yep, his older sister would have to get him out of trouble. But that's okay - I'm actually a cop...well kind of. I was behind a desk a whole lot, seeing as my chief didn't think that I was suited for the lines of duty. My job title was "Legal Administrator", whatever that is. Truth is, I feel like my peers underestimated me because of my appearance but I could take care of myself!
Oh wow, I just realized how bitter that sounded. But anyway, this was my chance to not only get my brother out of this gang life and show the precinct just what I'm made of! I wasn't dumb (albeit drop dead gorgeous) bimbo and I was a damn good sister.
About my brother...well, he was in his senior year of high school and while he started his teenage years well, he wasn't doing so great anymore. Yeah, like many people of his youth, he succumbed to peer pressure and found himself in trouble under numerous of occasions. First, it was shoplifting, then it was fights and most recently, evidence that he was planning on joining some stupid gang. Both my mom and dad were distant and away whenever he needed help, so it was up to me to call the school and try to solve things before they got out of hand.
Apparently I wasn't too good at that...
About two weeks ago, he came by to ask me for some help. As the good sister that I was, I was more than happy to help out...well, at first. As things turned out, he was in a real pickle - he did, in fact, join some gang in the less desirable parts of Chicago and he was running behind on some payments. He needed money and he needed it bad. I agreed to helping him out, if and only if I could head over to their 'hideout' and tried to talk some common sense into whoever was in charge over their membership there. My brother begged me not to go, that it wasn't safe and I was in way over my head. I wasn't having any of that.
So, imagine my reaction when that twerp of a brother of mine decided to head out early, without me, to their headquarters. I was furious, as you could imagine, and drove after him as soon as I could. And so, here I was...and while I wanted to be in police uniform, I didn't have it on me (I always left it at the precinct, duh).
I simply followed both the noise and the distinct aroma of marijuana smoke before I came to what appeared to be their base of operations and I left my car by the driveway. Once I made my way to the entrance, two bouncers halted my entrance and stared at me.
Okay, so one thing that I should have pointed out earlier is that my body had this effect of guys. Yeah, I had curves in all the right places and I knew the effect it had on men. Part of me enjoyed it too, though I never let those stares go any further than just that. Still, I smacked my head (mentally of course) for having worn this outfit, namely, a tight green Adidas top (which couldn't even close properly, thanks to my big ol' titties), a pair of jeans and heels.
They stared, dumbfounded almost before I let them know:
"Hey, eyes up here." I said in a slightly bitchy tone " Could you move out of the way? I'm late."
They didn't know who I was but let me in anyway. I guess they figured that with my hot tempered attitude, that I was expected to show up for whatever reason. Good thing that they didn't ask any questions, or I would have been in trouble. Then again, they were probably too busy with the sight of my massive breasts bouncing with each step I took.
Now, where the hell was Martin?