Worlds Apart

Mhorashty

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.Worlds Apart.
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11:57 p.m.
Club Eat Me. Southside.

CZR sat at a table that had been reserved for his crew since Club Eat Me became one of their usual chill spots. CZR sat with a Gin and Juice in one hand and his cell phone in the other. "What the fuck? Man, quit fuckin' buggin'. Chill the fuck out and come 'round the club. Those pussy ass bitchs know better than to try to roll up on us here. They'd get blasted in no time flat." CZR just nodded and then hung up. He took a sip of his drink and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

He sighed and pulled out his pack of Newports and sparked one. CZR drew in a long drag from the cigerrette and slowly let it escape from him. He looked around the table and quickly realized he was the only one who was here alone. 'Nah. Fuck that shit. Can't have all these bitches mackin' it and me sitting here with my hand on my nuts.' CZR stood up slowly and surveyed the room, he could see everything from his corner. He could see a few of their boyz hanging out by the door, one back by the bathroom's dealin', and a few others scattered throughout the club. CZR could spot a member of his crew from a mile away.. he knew each of them... He started making his way for the dance floor, he was gonna lay it down tonight that was for damn sure. He tossed his Florida Gators hat back onto the table and slipped his silk button down on. CZR was a big dude. He stood out normally, but tonight.. tonight there was something different about the way he moved, that drew a lot of attention. CZR's hair was non-existant. He'd brought it down all the way this afternoon with a bic and some shaving cream. Hanging around his neck was a large silver chain, with a cross.

CZR's orange silk shirt covered most of his tattoo's and scars, and those that the unbuttoned silk didn't cover, the white wife beater did. A pair of black, acid washed, baggy jeans hung off of his hips, his belt being the only thing keeping them from sliding off of his ass. A pair of black timberland boots completed the outfit. The only other jewelry CZR had on were a pair of silver diamond studs, one in each ear, and two silver rings on his fingers... and then there were his colors.. he had an orange bandanna tied off around his left wrist, just like all the other members of his gang here tonight...

...CZR moved out onto the middle of the dance floor, he could almost feel the music moving him. He let the phone call slip from his mind, as well as the other events of the day.. it'd been a long time since CZR just let loose, and he was sure as hell gonna give it a shot tonight. CZR moved to the music in a group of people who seemed to just be moving and enjoying the night. As the light's went down between songs CZR became nearly invisible, his skin one of the darkest shades of any of the crew, or of anyone on the block... Total darkness reminded CZR of thing's best forgotten...
 
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Svetlana Remearo

This girl was widely known throughout the area for a few things. The major thing she was known for was her money then came her looks. Her family had just moved into the area around 6 months ago and she had quickly made a name for herself. Her reputation made you expect her to be a rich and stuck up bitch but Svetlana was rather the opposite of that. Her father was a jewelry maker for celebrities and her mother owned one of the biggest modeling agencies in Russia. Her mother had decided to expand the agency to the States, hence the reason they moved.

Svetlana was a true Russian beauty in every sense of the word. She was around 5"8, had a nice tone figure with a nice bust and a large ass. Her hair was jet black and it fell down to about the middle of her back in small curls. But her eyes.......those were the most stunning feature on her. They were big, almond shaped, pools of baby blue. They could make any man melt in there tracks.

She had no idea what she was doing at a club like this, especially with everything that had been happening around the city lately. The gang violence had gotten a lot worse and it just wasn't safe any more but Svet and her friends didn't care right now. She was here with a group of about 3 other girls and they were all dancing to the beat of the music. Svets hips were swaying side to side with the bass of the music then she spotted him. CZR was quite possibly the biggest guy she had ever seen in her life and he was just as good looking. Svet looked at the bandana on his wrist and knew he was in some type of gang. She smiled at him and offered a playful wink.
 
Czr

CZR looked over the club again as the lights slowly came back up. It was then that he caught the smile and playful wink from Svet. He slowly made his way over towards the group of four girls... and he wasn't the only one.. just the biggest. There was a bit of a circle forming up around the four girls, it was mostly all guys but they were all moving to the music and enjoying the night.

CZR finally after a few moments and weighting his options and noticing his boyz all watching him moved up to Svet. Her brilliant blue eyes are what really attracted him to her.. he took in her features as he moved closer. She was white, but he didn't really mind, she was definitly one of the most stunning girls in the club and by the look of her and her friends, they definitly didn't belong to the hood. He raised his voice high enough that she could hear him over the music as he continued to look her over, "Yo Chica. What are you doin' slummin' down in the hood with the homies?"

He noticed her nice rack, and the ass she had on her. He was nearly mesmerized by her swaying hips. He wasn't really used to talking to people who didn't know who he was or what he was a part of but.. she was too hot to just let slip away without at least a full look...
 
Svet

Svet looked up at him and merely laughed a little at his question about her slumming in the hood. She leaned in close to him since she couldn't yell over the music, " Its not slumming if I'm only dancing here and I dont see any homies dancing up on me. Do you? " Her soft Russian accent lingered on every word she said.

After speaking with him, she went back to dancing with the beat of the music. She could feel him watching her as she danced but she didnt mind. Just as Svet was going to move to dance with him, a guy grabbed her hips from behind and pulled into him then started to dance against her.

Svet rolled her eyes slightly then looked at Czr with a smile. Before the night was over, she would dance with him. She could only imagine the look on her parents faces if they found out what she was doing right now.
 
Czr

Her accent and the scent of her perfume lingered around him. He could still hear her accent in his head and could still breath in the scent of her.. at least for a little while. He dropped his Newport and smashed it out on the dancefloor. He watched as some pussy ass bitch grabbed a hold of her and started grinding up against her.

CZR's first thought was about laying that son of a bitch out, but slowly he realized everyone was here to have fun and he'd have his chance with the russian girl. He stepped back and smiled back at her and then lost himself dancing with other people... everyonce and a while he'd throw a glance back to her and then once again he'd just loose himself.

His cell phone had started buzzing against his leg while he danced but he ignored it. If it was something important they'd get a hold of someone else in the club and they'd come get him from the floor. He found himself having a really good time once he finally let go of everything that was going on around him.. he even ended up dancing near one of Svet's friends for a little while... though the whole time all he could think about were those blue eyes...
 
Svet

Svet was finally able to pull away from the guy that had grabbed and even gave him a fake phone number. The guy had practically begged it so she made him happy, until he went to call her tomorrow.

She instantly located CZR out on the dancefloor. It wasnt all that difficult to find him, he stood out. She started to head towards him while brushing off guys the whole time as she made her way to him.

Once in front of CZR, she looked up at him and smiled slightly, " I'm Svetlana but everyone calls me Svet. And you are?" She leaned up and slipped her arms around him as she started to grind her hips against his slowly. Her body was stretched up against his because the height difference was so great between them. "Whats the bandana mean?" She questioned him but the look on her face told him that she knew damn well what it was.
 
CZR's Introduction

CZR slipped his large, muscled arms around the girls back and rested his hands just above her bangin' backside. He leaned his head down some so he could hear what she was saying. "Svet. That's an interesting name.. the boyz call me CZR, you can call me Cee or Christian. So what was up with that dopey ass bitch you were moving with earlier? He just couldn't keep up with your fine ass?"

As she grinded her hips into his, he returned the favor, then slowly stepped around to her back, his hands sliding forward and resting on her hips. His thumbs rested just inside her waistband as they danced together.

"Those are the colors that protect my block. See the pigs won't come near our hood so we have to look after our own. These colors saved my ass when I was younger and now I'm just paying it forward." He'd seen the look she gave him. He knew she knew what they were and what it meant. But he wasn't entirely sure that this little white girl could possibly actually understand what they meant to him...

...his hands slid forward a little as he grinded his hips into her backside. "You are seriously smokin'. Maybe after another dance or two we can go get a drink or something."
 
Svetlana

Svet smiled as they danced together and she listened to him explain what his gang colors meant to him. She didn't know what they meant to him because he was his own person but she knew how important and how loyal members are to their colors. There were gangs in Russia too, along with the Russian Mafia, so she had seen her fair share of how violent gangs could be.

She nodded slightly at his question about getting a drink, " Humm that sounds like a plan. So Cee, tell me about yourself. " Her big blue eyes looked back at him as they danced together. Svet was so intrigued by this man. She wasnt able to socialize much with men over in Russia, her family had kept a tight leash on her because it was dangerous for her to be outside alone.

Svet grinned widely as she pressed her ass against him harder and slowly pushed her ass up on him. Her arms reached behind her and slipped around his neck as they danced. " Hows my dancing for a white girl? I hear the "white" girls in the states can't dance?" On a technicality Svet was not a white girl, she was a Russian which was different.
 
Cz

CZR gave a bit of a groan as she grinded her ass back against him. He started to harden immediately at this bit of attention from this little russian chica. "Your banging. Don't think I've seen anythin' as pale as you move like dat. I don't know wha' you wanna know. But I guess I could spit a little somethin' at ya. I grew up here. The streets of this city are the only home I've ever known. I grew up wit nuttin' but now.. now I get whatever I want. I do have to give you props sexy, you drop it like a pro."

His hands slipped from her hips, one moved over her smooth stomach, the other dipped down slightly, moving towards her crotch slightly, stopping just a hair above anything that would be considered indecent by the general public. CZR stole a glance around a moment...

"Seems we've gained a bit of notice from some of the other bitches in the club. I think they might be a little pissed that some little peice like you is dancing with someone like me.. someone who they all know.. You don't know much of anything about me.. most of these skanks though.. they've been trying to get me for ages.. they just don't do anything for me.. not like you have.."
CZR moved his hips, and his erection against her hot ass.
 
Svet

Svet smiled at the feeling of his erection against her ass then she laughed at his comment about the girls trying to get with him. " The reason I can move like this is because Im Russian. Us Russian girls can dance our asses off. Lets get out of here." She looked back at him and smiled with a wicked little grin.

She ran off to tell her friends that she was going home then went back Cee, " Ill meet you outside. I'll be waiting for you." She pressed herself hard against him then ran her hand over his stomach with a smile before heading out of the club.

Svetlana got into her completely blacked out Lexus IS300 and pulled in front of the club where she would wait for him. She had no idea what she was doing but she liked it. Never before had picked up some random guy from a club but this guy had held her interest.
 
Czr

CZR nodded slightly. So the hottie at his hips was a Russian. He'd never really known much about anything outside of his hood. This was a pretty good chance to broaden his horizons. CZR gave a bit of a laugh and headed back to his table as Svet headed outside. He grabbed his hat and finished his Gin. "Hey Bitches. I'm bouncing."

Most of his crew were "involved" with the sluts in there laps. He then turned and strolled out of the club. He looked around for a moment and reached back under his shirt, feeling the cold metal nine at his back he nodded slightly and then began looking for the hot little peice he was going to hopefully be bedding tonight. He looked around, he saw the line of people heading into the club and couldn't help but grin. Tonight would be a good night for business indeed.. but he was gonna go relax and hang out.. and hopefully a bit more. He pulled another newport from the pack and sparked it. He took a long heavy drag and then strolled towards the street. He leaned against the Escalade that his boyz and he rolled up in and waited..
 
Svet

Svet watched him from her car and laughed a little. She had forgotten to tell him what car she drove. The door on that sexy black Lexus opened up and she stepped out then looked at Cee, " I'm over here! Sorry, forgot to tell you what car to look for." She laughed slightly then climbed back into the car and waited for him to climb inside the passenger seat.

Once he was seated inside the car, she pulled away from the club and looked over at him, " Where too? You know this city better than I do." Svet flashed this smile to him that could make any guy fall for her.
 
He strolled over to the car and flicked the cigerrette into a puddle on the street corner. He climbed in, put his seat belt on and then turned to look at her. "Depends on what your looking to do. If you want to go hang on the DL I'd suggest my place. If you want to go out on the town still I know of a few places where we won't get as many stares..."

His hand moved to rest on her knee while she drove. He looked around the Lexus, it was a damn fine ride. Not his style but nice none the less. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of music this hot little bitch usually listened too. He looked out the window and watched as the streets started to get a little worse, darker.. angrier..

He squeezed her knee slightly and then turned back to look at her. He cocked himself in the seat, one hand went into that curly long raven black hair, the other took up residence on her knee.

"So what did your girlfriends say when you said you were leaving with a hard-ass nigger like me?"

 
Svet

Svet looked around a little at the streets then glanced back at him with a shrug. " They really didnt say much. They told me it was a bad idea but that didn't really phase me. I'm not one that usually listens to people." She laughed some and smiled as his hand went into her hair.

"I think I'm over the stares for tonight so how about your place?" She grinned and flicked on the radio but it was to low to hear anything. But if he were to listen closely then he would hear one of the more popular Hip-Hop radio stations in the city.
 
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He laughed a little as she told him what her friends said. He didn't expect much less, especially not from what he'd seen of 'her crowd'. He nodded slightly and gave her directions to a place a little ways away. "Ya know. Your homies might be right. I'm dangerous. I'm a bad man.. You might get yourself into some trouble like you never been in before with me..."

As they pulled onto his block the atmosphere seemed to change slightly. The cars all along the street were at the oldest, ten years old. Everyone's front steps were nice and clean.. it seemed like this block was a safe haven in the city. There was a spot out infront of his crib that he pointed out to her, the place where the Escalade used to be parked. The house they pulled up infront of was a rowhome. It had a brick outside a pair of recently recemented steps with a rail. Two trash cans sat out in front of the house as well as a full recycling container.

"This is it.."
He said as he climbed out of the car. After shutting the door, he moved over to her side and opened the door for her, he even offered his hand to help her out...

..He then walked up the steps of the stoop and opened the screen door, then the wooden door after unlocking the deadbolt and the lower lock. He stepped in and flipped on the lightswitch.. to say his place was nice would be an understatment. The living room looked more like a sitting room. There was a nice glass coffee table a matching living room set, a few bookshelves and a nicely wired stereo system...
 
Svet

Svet grinned as she climbed out of the car with the help of his hand of course. " Thanks. Wasnt expecting that." She laughed some and looked up the street then back down the street. " Nice little area. Very homely feeling." She shook her head at her useage of the word 'homely'.

She followed inside his house and looked around some then smiled a little, " This is pretty nice to say the least. I like what you've done to the place." She looked over at him and smiled some then walked deeper into the house.

"You havent done anything that would make you seem dangerous but then again I dont know you, now do I? We will see how much trouble we get into. I think I'll be fine......." She grinned back at him then went back to looking around Cee's home
 
Cee's place..

Cee's house had a lot to be explored. Family pictures lined the stairwell heading upstairs. His dining room was very simple and looked like it didn't really see much use in the ways of dinner parties or anything of the sort. He showed her into the kitchen, which contained all brand new appliances, a few dirty cups and a bowl that looked like it was probably used for breakfast was in the sink. "Gimmie a minute." Cee walked back to the front door and moved a curtain. He hit a few buttons on the security pad that was obscured by the curtian, he then locked, bolted, and chained the front door before walking back to her.

He then led her down into the basement. The basement was simply off the hook. The floor was part hard wood, by a bar, and partially carpeted with a very nice white plush carpeting. There was even a mock fireplace with what looked like a tiger skin rug. He had a large couch, lots of chairs a really nice entertainment center and many other expensive touches added to make the basement very nice, and very comfortable. "So any thoughts about my crib?"

He stepped up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He pulled her tight to him and leaned in close, breathing in the scent of her perfume again. His hands slid over her stomach and down towards her groin slightly. "So can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?"
 
Svet

Svet looked back at him and smiled slightly, " This place is nice. Love the tiger rug." She laughed a little then leaned back on him when wrapped his arms around her from behind. Then she felt his hands getting awfully close to her groin. She grabbed his hand and moved it up on her hip a little then she glanced back at him with a smile.

" Calm down there big boy. There isnt even a guarentee that you'll be getting this tonight." She grinned then pulled away from him slightly. Svet wasnt going to just let him take it. She was going to make him work for it. " Some water would be great, if thats not to much trouble?"
 
Czr

CZR laughed slightly and stepped back, raising his hands. "Easy girl. All right. All right. Can't blame a thug for trying. I'll get your aqua for you." He stepped away for a moment and went to the bar. He grabbed a chilled glass and a bottle of water. He poured the water into the glass as well as grabbing himself a 40 from the fridge as well and brought them out to the carpeted area. He set them both down on coasters on his table and went to the entertainement center. He turned some tunes on low, the sub started kicking softly and the music filled the void. He flipped on the electric fireplace and dimmed the lights for her.

"So, you know more about me than I do about you... why don't we change that some." CZR sat on the floor near the rug and opened his 40 ouncer and took a swig. He set the ashtray in the middle of the table and gestured for her to sit on the rug. He squirmed a little, accidently pressing the nine into his back slightly, though he wasn't about to pull it out and show it off to this girl. He just made himself comfortable and smiled at her. The cd player was spinning some old gangsta rap.
 
Svet

Svet looked at him swift his weight a little then she laughed and leaned over his lap giving him a full view of her ass. Her tiny hand grabbed his nine and set it on the floor next to him with a smile. " Its only a gun. Im not going to scream and run away."

She went back to sitting across from him then sipped her water and thought some. " Hum......you want to know about me? Well I was born in Russia and I've lived there my whole life until about 6 months ago. Im not afraid of guns. Guns are everywhere is Russia. Everyone carries one. You should have opened my glovebox." She laughed a little then sipped her water a little more. " Um.....my dads a big time Jewelry maker and my mom owns a modeling agency. I just turned 21 three days ago. " She shrugged some. Svetlana didnt have very many stories. She had been sheltered most of her life.
 
CZR was shocked when she pulled the gun out and set it beside him. He took another sip and picked his nine up while she spoke. He checked to make sure the safety was on and then set it on the table. He took another swig from his bottle and nodded as she spoke about her past and her family. He nodded a little, ".. and how did you find your way down to into 'da hood and into our little club?"

Truth be told he was pretty curious about her dad and her mom. Big time jeweler and a modeling agency head. He nodded. He was in the process of shopping for some new bling, and he knew of a few girls from 'round the way who might be good enough to be in a magazine or something.. but he would keep those thoughts to himself for now. "So are you in school some wear or something?"
 
Svet

Svet smiled and shrugged a little, " We were all just driving around trying to find something to do and somehow we ended up in that part of town. We spotted the club and decided to check it out. Nice little club but we didnt entirely fit in." She laughed some then laid down on her stomach while looking at him. Her arms were folded under her head then shook her head some.

"Nope no school for me yet. I have to take some dumb test before I can get in one because Im Russian. I'm wanting to go for culinary though. I love to cook and Im good at it." She flashed him a smile then rolled over onto her back.
 
He watched her roll onto her back and he studied her fire lit form. He followed her long legs up to the slight curve of her hips then over her flat stomach and then over the curve of her breasts. He smiled and finally his gaze fell upon her blue shinning eyes. He took another swig from his bottle. "Damn, that's kinda hot. I love to eat, you love too cook... sounds good so far."

He sat his drink on the table next to the gun and then leaned forward some, his eyes still on hers. She was definitly a beauty... he couldn't help but admire her..
 
Svet

Svetlana laughed and shook her head slightly as she watched him look over her body. " If you're lucky, Ill be cooking breakfast in the morning." She grinned at him then watched him lean forward. Svet sat up some then took a drink of her water while looking at him.

She set her water down then laid back down on her back. Only this time she was laying directly in front of him with a smile. " Tell me more about yourself Cee. You're an awfully interesting person."
 
"Naw. I ain't too complicated. I'm usually easy going. I try to keep to myself.. I only fuck with those who've fucked with me or mine. Everyone on this block is under my gang's knife. Anyone fucks with them, they fuck with us. Yeah, that's right. My gang. They all answer to me.. My brother was in charge about ten years ago.. he took a bullet one night and.. and died. Ever since that night.. I've strived to make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain.." Cee picked up his bottle and took a large swig. A tear burned in the corner of his eye and he crossed himself before slowly crawling towards her.

"So.. your gonna cook me breakfast if I'm lucky? Maybe you'll have the night of your life if your lucky? You ever been with someone like me before?"
He leaned his face down close to hers, a smile creeping across his features...
 
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