she could be a hurricane [emerson]

[FELONEE LEGENDRE]

SHE COULD BE A HURRICANE

Felonee released a soft sigh into the air around her. The night was warm, and s soft breeze blew back her hair slightly as she walked down the sidewalk. Having parked her car in a little parking lot, she strolled towards Kryptic, a club where she had yet to go. Her tanned skin contrasted against the little black dress she had chosen to wear that night. It was quiet, almost calming. The only thing to be heard was the sound of her heels clicking off the night dampened pavement below her. The streetlights shone down upon her like spotlights, and no stars were to be seen above. The moon had been clouded in, and it looked as if it might rain. Course, Felonee hoped that was not so. She hated the rain with a passion.

The muffled sounds of music now floated to her, and glanced up to see two buff men standing next to the doors. Felonee paused, digging her identification out of her clutch, and handed it to the first man she came to. He nodded to her, and of course, Felonee smiled flirtatiously at the bouncer as she moved past him and through the doors. The music now over powered her as she sauntered forward. Her deep blue eyes making sweeps over the bodies on the dance floor. She made her way through the crowd towards the bar, gently bumping, and pushing her way through. It was safe to say that the club was near capacity, if not over. Normally, at this point Felonee would have turned and went home, however, she just didn't want to be home. She hated home. She hated being alone, but she couldn't handle being with someone.

Felonee had given up on love. So many times she had tried it, and let herself fall hoping to be caught, only to crash head first into the ground. She had promised herself that she would never do that again. Instead, Felonee loved like a man. She chose sleeping around as her replacement for her desire to be loved. Inside Felonee was a soft, sweet, and gentle hearted girl. Yet, on the outside you would see and heartless, cold, and sometimes manipulative mean girl. She was one who knew how to use her looks and her brains against someone, more so targeted towards men. You could call her a black widow lover. She took pride in being able to get men, who normally wouldn't fall in love, to fall in love with her. She would then chew them up, and spit them out, leaving them just as heart broken as so many had done to her before. Some may say it was wrong. That she was hurting men who had never done anything to her. This didn't matter to Felonee. She blamed the male race in general.

Felonee finally ascended the bar. Leaning against it she let her arms rest on the glossed cherry wood bar; looking over the assorted alcohols above. She studied them for a moment more then glanced at the female tender. "Can I get crown and coke, please." Felonee's sweet yet seductive voice rang out to the girl behind the bar, then she turned, looking out upon the assortment of male on the dance floor. She knew that by the end of the night she would be going home with someone, course, that's why she had come from the beginning. Felonee slid herself up on a stool, adjusting the small black dress, though it still didn't cover much of her. Crossing one tanned leg over the other she folded her arms on the bar and laid her clutch in front of her.

The tender returned, placing her drink in front of her with a smile. It was apparent by Felonee's looks that she had money to spend, so the tender sauntered off, leaving Fel with a tab to pay at the end of the night. She lifted the glass to her lips, welcoming the burn of the liquor in her throat. It was strong, and it warmed her from the inside out. That burn was something Felonee found herself craving more of, so she took another long luxurious sip releasing a soft pleasured sigh. Running a slight hand through her hand, she turned once more to watch the bodies bumping and grinding upon one another like animals.

Felonee swigged down the last few drops of poison before ordering another which was promptly made for her. For some, two tall glasses of Crown and Coke would be one drink too many, but not for Fel. She could handle the hard liquor unlike most. She enjoyed the warming burn as it slid across her tongue and down her throat, plus crown royal sex was amazing sex. She would know. She felt her small dress rising up a tad on her thighs, showing off her tanned skin that seemed to glow. She didn't bother fixing it though, it wasn't like the sheer material hid hardly anything. She knew she looked a little bit high class to be in this club, but she liked standing out in a crowd so she didn't truly care. She had never been one to care about what people thought of her clothes, or her for that matter. She was the type of girl who was only her, and no one else. If you didn't like it, she would probably suggest you go get fucked. Well, now just to wait for something interesting to arise.

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[EMERSON MURPHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #000033 solid, bTable] WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND it's hard to get to heaven when you're born hell bound [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]idle chit chat was being heard through the phone while emerson held the device away from his ear, letting his eyes roll when the few angry words were audible with the phone being held at arm’s length. he felt a tap to his shoulder, glancing at his friend who was tapping on his wrist to indicate the time was drawing closer for them to be departing for a night of drinking, dancing and in emerson’s case, he hoped for some action by the end of the night. the male was starving for a female body to be pressed to his as his nose had been pushed into the books by the realization that his grades were slipping past the limit of his grant, which would effectively cut the male off from his degree which would be handed to him in just a few short months. the studying had taken a toll on his mind and he was in desperate need of some relaxation which involved a group of his classmates and a few girls out for a night of celebration that the midterms had ended and they had all survived. his mother was not as pleased with the idea of the male going out and was currently shouting out her opinion of his lifestyle as she did through every phone conversation and the same routine was given. emerson would hold the device away, listen to the yelling and then give an urgent goodbye that would leave the woman flustered and calling his cellphone for another three or four minutes because realizing it’s futile and leaving an angry voicemail—emerson was ready for the pattern to begin as he brought the phone back to his ear, ”okay mom, about to head out and well, no phones tonight. love you and we can continue this…”

[/b]. the call ended in the middle of another rant and emerson quickly flicked his phone onto silent and tucked it into his pocket before wrapping his arm around a girl’s shoulder and proceeding to lead the group of the dorm while his phone’s screen illuminated all the way down the dorm hallway, elevator and then the lobby before his mother gave up and the male reached into his pocket to turn the ringer back on.

the club was well aware of the large group of people that were showing up tonight and emerson had called ahead to reserve booths and bottles for his friend’s enjoyment and his own. his lips were currently attached to a girl’s neck while her hands roamed across his chiseled chest that was covered in a buttoned down shirt. the few pre drinks were taking over as his hands slowly slid down her back side, resting on her hip bones and pulling her into his own pelvic region in order to catch her lips in a kiss. he felt a hand on his back only moments later, unlocking his lips from the girls and whirling around to face his tipsy friend who was eager to get going, as was the male. opting for a taxi, they piled into three, optimizing all the space that they could which would include a girl sitting on emerson’s lap as their hands found their way back onto each other’s body and their lips locked once more. the entire cab ride was spent with emerson and the girl teasing one another until the cab jerked to a stop and she nearly went flying off his lap if it was not for his tight embrace around her waist, he kept a good hold of her while she stumbled out of the cab and he followed suit, skipping the line and rolling his eyes to the groan. giving a snicker, he pulled his phone out and gestured to it with a raised eyebrow, ”use it and reserve your booth.”[/b], rolling his eyes as the sardonic tip rolled of his tongue as he tucked his phone back into his pocket and headed through the familiar threshold. the group found the booth with ease, sliding in and starting on shots and emerson was the last to join them as him and the girl were too busy moving through the crowd. this girl’s name was unknown and a little unimportant to emerson as she had a nice body and a sweet face which was just enough to tickle his fancy for the night but his throat was suddenly scratchy and he excused himself to quench his thirst at the bar, scoping out for another bed warmer as the original was already getting to clingy for his liking.

the place smelled of sweat and sex mixing together which did nothing to help with emerson’s own libido but after some shoving and pushing through the crowd, he grabbed onto the bar’s edge with a shake of his head before hitting the top and calling one of the bartenders over. ”a beer, don’t care what kind.”[/b], leaning in and shouting over the music before slipping the girl the price of the drink plus a tip for herself as the beer was set infront of him almost instantly. giving a wink to her, he chuckled as his back turned to the bar and he watched the scene before him, eyes flitting over the grinding bodies that were swaying as one resulting in the male blinking a few times before clearing his throat and taking a swig. the beer went down smooth with no burn as his throat was scratchy but numb from the harder liquor that he had swallowed only hours before. with a roll of his head, his eyes caught the brunette next to him who was staring off into the crowd and he gave a raised of an eyebrow, ”you know it’s actually better than it looks.”[/b], his eyes roaming down and then back up again, her tiny waist and brunette hair catching his attention almost instantly, ”want to give it a try?”[/b] he asked, giving his beer another swig and moving to stand in front of her. his vision was starting to get double indicating that the male had too much to drink but his exterior appeared to be sober compared to what was happening internally, but emerson took no notice of the signs of intoxication as his hand jutted out and was offered to the exotic beauty for her to take or leave.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[FELONEE LEGENDRE]

SHE COULD BE A HURRICANE

The music pulsed around the delicate girl as she sat upon her perch at the bar. She felt no need to make a move towards the dance floor, nor towards any of the men that she had allowed her eyes to roll over. She didn't make first moves, and as far as she could see thus far, there were none worth the energy it took for her to slide from her seat. So maybe she was picky. Surely, she was. By looking at her you'd notice her dark brown hair against her tanned skin. her piercing blue-green eyes that looked as though they could stare right through you. Those eyes of hers, if given supple attention, could tell you everything you needed to know about her emotions. They gave her away to those who cared enough to look. She hated them so dearly. She worked hard to keep her emotions hidden, and to the average person they would remain that way. However, for those who would take the time to study her, and look her in the eyes; they could tell just about anything she was feeling.

Right now, you'd probably find a slight look of disgust filling her lookers. She couldn't deny that sure enough, before long, she would be one of those girls on the floor acting like a horny prostitute, She should try and be less hypocritical, but of course, that was just another part of Felonee's personality that you either loved or hated. You could safely say that she was a girl that you either loved with a passion, or hated with a passion. There didn't seem to be much middle ground with her. She could be the sweetest girl you'd ever thought you had met, or she could make your life a living hell with her manipulative ways. Your fate was left with her first opinion of you, and if you thought her incapable... well... she's surely going to do her best to prove you wrong.

Felonee gripped her glass once more, raising it to her perfectly glossed lips as she averted her eyes from the dancing. She took in a couple of swigs before the drink was now gone. She knew she was consuming more than she should, and she'd have to leave her car parked in that little parking lot for sure. Driving was most definitely going to be out of the question. "A shot of patron" was all she uttered to the bartender as she turned her back on the girl once more.

As the shot was placed down on the bar felonee lifted it to her lips, and downed the contents. The burn was welcomed, and she winced slightly before sighing. She had been almost lost in her thoughts when a voice brought her back to reality. She glanced over, her blues moving down him once. He was nice enough looking, blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, and what looked to be a pretty toned physique. He had commented on how it wasn't so bad and she knew that he was talking about the dancing and the way the people were going about it.

To Fel, that was not quite dancing, it was dry humping. Dry sex. However you want to word that. Dancing required much more than a tight dress, and the ability to grind your hips. She smiled, almost seductively at him as he offered her the chance to try it with him. "I should hope that it's better than it looks. However, they all seem to be enjoying themselves throroughly." her voice dripped with the undertones of sarcasm. "Having said that, I would be interested in giving it a try... with you" she smirked at him, looking him up and down once more, not making any effort to cover up the fact that she was practically undressing him with her eyes. That was Felonee, though, no shame.

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[EMERSON MURPHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #000033 solid, bTable] WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND it's hard to get to heaven when you're born hell bound [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]another girl’s taste lingered on his lips as he licked them, taking in the swaying and moving bodies of the dance floor but he turned his back to the group with a bored expression on his face. the beer bottle was tipped back, the swig doing nothing as travelled down his throat in a smooth motion, no burn, no gain, nothing—he hardly felt the pre drinks too. emerson let out a sigh as he found the surrounding crowd to be bland and not his tastes in the slightest. reaching into his pocket, he fished his phone out to see the group that he had come to the establishment with had been searching for him, asking for his location and giving theirs. ignoring them all, he licked his lips again and furrowed his brows to the taste, strawberry? it was a welcoming taste and he was contemplating to go back and find the owner of the fruity lip gloss but his attention was caught by the brunette that was only a few people down the bar and was knocking back drinks like a pro, but she appeared to be alone. giving a glance to the right and then the left, he noticed that he was not the only one that had his eye on the girl but it was not hard for emerson to push his way into a conversation with her as he noticed her gaze was locked on the dance floor. he was curious to see how her hips swayed, if she could keep the beat or even give him a run for his money as emerson was a fitness major, and his toned body did enjoy moving to a good beat. ”you seem to be knocking back quite a bit. planning for a fun night?”

[/b] he asked smoothly while moving to slide into the space between her and another male, effectively cutting the competition off from her gorgeous form. he smirked as he felt her eyes wonder, and it was even more entertaining to the male that she took no shame in doing so, ”liking what you see? the clothes are really just a cover..”[/b], giving a wink and indicating that his body was just as nice as he thought his face was. his ears were a little bigger than usual and had a point but girls seemed to relish in the shape of his ears, biting and nibbling at them as they were still ears and a turn on point for the male.

he took another swig of the beer, disatsified in the taste and now having his sights on something even tastier. the beer was good in numbing in his inhibitions but it did little to quench his thirst and with a final tip back, the bottle was emptied and placed on the bar behind her. his fingers just brushed the bare skin of her arm, taking in the creamy complexion with a tanned tone and moved his eyes to the spot where his fingers were currently moving up, with a ghost touch, he slid his fingers down the length of her arm before pulling back and curling his hand outward to offer it to her. it seemed that her attention was now falling onto the moving crowd once more and emerson was a gentleman, for the most part, and it gave him a chance to get closer to her—both of their desires would be fulfilled. he saw the seductive smile that she gave him and he knew that they both had the same idea as emerson’s curiosity steamed further than needing to see if she was able to move to a beat, but more if she was able to satisfy his limbido with her hips alone. ”well you never know, bungee jumping sounds fun but you end up screaming like a girl. I swear…you’ll be screaming for another reason in this case..”[/b], and his experience in adrenaline acitivites was vast, bungee jumping was not on his list of things to do because he knew that he would screech like a woman as he descended vertically to the ground with nothing but a spring rope to support him—not a good idea on his end. but the screaming for another reason was meant to just entice her as emerson had yet to get a complaint in bed and his ways were still orthodox but the locations were not always. he could get off with a girl in just about any setting as long as she was comfortable because emerson was not about to put a girl into a situation that she was not okay in, but his moments of anger or even passion sometimes got the better of his judgement and he slipped up with that charming side that he presented almost instantly and continuously. ”I doubt that any man would satisfy your need to move on the floor as I could..”[/b], speaking with confidence as he grasped her hand and took the glass out of her hand, ”spillage is not pleasant.”[/b] he whispered into her ear while leaning into her body to put the glass on the bartop. ”let’s go.”[/b], giving her arm a tug to bring her body closer to his, already exchanging body heat before the real friction would begin on the dance floor. [/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[FELONEE LEGENDRE]

SHE COULD BE A HURRICANE

Felonee had felt the eyes of others upon her. She was good at sensing those kind of things, that and she had kick ass peripheral vision and had already spotted two men that had been undressing her with their eyes for the past ten minutes, that that her little black dress left much to the imagination. Modesty had never been Fel's strong point. She would much rather lay it all out there and lavish in the the attention. The bumping and grinding hadn't seemed too attractive when she had first come in, but you know what they say, a couple drinks and every one is a professional dancer. Course, Felonee had once been a competitive dancer. She knew how to dance, and she knew the techniques, but this, this was not the kind of dancing she would have done at any competition she had won.

Felonee smirked at his words about her drinking. "Oh sure, cause, you know, every girl who comes to a bar alone and is drinking alone is just having a ball." her words dripped with sarcasm. Hey, if he couldn't handle it, he wasn't worth her time anyways. She turned from him for a moment, just long enough to order one more shot of patron. Maybe she should have been cut off at this point, but she knew they wouldn't cut her off. The shot was placed before her and she turned back towards the ocean of swaying bodies. Glancing over at the man who had come to ask her for a dance she lifted her little shot glass with a smirk, then down the entire contents once more, wincing slightly, sighing, then she set the glass back down on the bar before returning to her mixed drink.

Felonee laughed a little. He was definitely a confident man. Definitely not shy. Well, neither was Felonee, so apparently they had something in common. "Average... satisfactory at best...." she said with a slight laugh, and it was obvious she was just giving him a hard time. She couldn't deny the fact that his sense of style was good, and it looked as though under those clothes he had a good body. He was definitely good enough to allow him to come home with her. Confidence was sexy, and it was obvious he had copious amounts of it. Felonee could see the distaste he had for the beer he had chosen to drink. She never went for the beer. Low alcohol content plus no burn equaled no use for Felonee. She was more of a whiskey and tequila kind of girl, and as a typical woman, tequila did indeed make her clothes fall off. With the right man that was.

Felonee laughed slightly, tipping her head back a little as he spoke of bungee jumping with a hint towards her screaming for him later. She smirked slightly, a brow arching as she studied him. She had to admit he had taken her aback slightly with his confidence and forwardness. At least he was not trying to hide his intentions from her. She often found herself annoyed with the men who only wanted one thing from her, but tried to pretend like they wanted more just to get into her dress. Well, that rarely worked out for them. Felonee much preferred the men who would just lay it on her, in all meaning of those words. She wanted things straight forward. No complications, no strings, and no emotions. End of story.

Felonee listened to him once more as her attention had been distracted slightly by his touch on her arm. She pink tainted lips turned once more into a seductive smirk as he spoke about satisfying her need to move on the floor better than any other man could. She wasn't sure this man knew quite what he was getting himself into. She was an accomplished dancer, and though it looked as though she was longing to be out there with the rest of the club, she really wasn't. But hey, maybe a little dancing would be good for her. "Spillage certantly is not pleasant. I suppose that's why I swallow. By the way, I'm Felonee, you should do well to remember that. You'll be screaming it later." Felonee whispered into his ear before rising from her seat, picking her drink back up and taking the last few swallows before following him onto the dance floor. She could feel the sexual tension between them and it wasn't long before they had found their space on the floor. Felonee turned her back to him, finding the beat to the music came naturally to her from her years of dance training. She pressed her backside firmly against him, her hips swaying, and gyrating to the beat, her hands reached behind her, grasping his thighs slightly as she bent over forward shaking her butt slightly against him before popping back up and turning to face him, grinding once again with this gorgeous man. So maybe this dancing wasn't exactly the kind of dancing she had once studied, but dancing was dancing and she was good at it.

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[EMERSON MURPHY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #000033 solid, bTable] WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND it's hard to get to heaven when you're born hell bound [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]there was no denying that the girl knew that she was attractive with her unique, deep brazilian looks but emerson was not really interested in this turning into anything but a one night stand of passion. he actually had his mind wondering to work as she began to speak, drowning out most of her voice but focusing on her lips while she spoke and wondering what would have happened if he had actually been successful with the housewife and gotten her into the bedroom—but he failed. his pickup lines were not always successful, no matter how attractive his looks were, sometimes girls were just too loyal to their others and though that was respected by the male, it did not stop him from trying. she had been a looker too, nothing like the girl before him but she had a certain something about her that had emerson licking his lips in anticipation for her own but it never happened and now, a little frustreated, he had turned to the first girl that had clung to him at the start of the night but was probably off somewhere else. chuckling, he gave a shrug, ”wonder if your bite is just as weak as your bark.”

[/b] he commented, not having listened to a single word due to the fact that his mind had taken him back in time for a short moment but now that he was back—he wondered why he had ever left in the first place. she was a stunning girl and his full attention should be plastered to her being his bedwarmer for the night but it seemed that some effort would be needed and emerson was unsure if he was willing to put in that much effort with each drink that was entering his body. he had lost count, which meant that his vision was starting to get a little a blurred but he was not slurring and was still able to stand, so until he hit table, emerson figured he was good.

he watched with intrigue, his eyes racking down her backside as she turned to him and he took the time to sneak into the spot against the bar, looking to the clear liquid in the glass and shaking his head, ”tequila girl. should have known.”[/b] he smirked, giving a click of his tongue, ”i pegged you for vodka, most girls seem to be able to stomach that easily..”[/b] as he had bought too many mixed drinks over the years with the harsh liquid taking up half the glass followed by some kind of juice. tequila was impressive but to emerson, it was overused and a little cliché but the girl was stomaching it well and she looked good with the glass pressed to her lips. she had this attitude about her that made her unattainable and that much more interesting to the male, but he was annoyed at the same time and was conflicted about how to feel all together. glancing at her, he hit the bartop and tapped the rim of her empty shot glass, holding two fingers up and watched as the glass was placed in front of her, ”cheers.”[/b] he gestured, looking over to her with a raised eyebrow and tipped the glass back, his face remaining normal but his tastebuds burning for a moment along with the lining of his throat. placing the glass back down , his eyes wondered back to her as she spoke, this time with full attention as her lips moved and he furrowed his brows for a moment, ”well apparently you have not met a guy like me, I am one of a kind..”[/b], whispering the last bit to her, the intention for his breath to tickle her earlobe as he spoke. he stayed there for a moment, just breathing with an even tempo before pulling away and pushing the now two empty shot glasses away from them. looking over to the dance floor, his eyes followed a girl’s movement, licking his lips once more in anticipation for pulling for brunette onto the floor with him—though it all had to be willing. if she declined his offer, than the male was sure to move on and find someone that was more willing as he was not one to force anything, or chase anyone.

he raised an eyebrow to her bold statement, his fingers grazing the skin of her arm once more, up and down and making a fluid motion before dropping all together and pressing his hand against the bartop. ”that’s a cute name but let me assure you that I make the girls scream, I don’t scream like a girl.”[/b] he commented, watching as she finished her drink with a simple head tilt back and chuckled, ”swallowed that like a champ.”[/b], the tone and words being rather suggestive as his hand found her hips after leading her away from predator eyes and the seductive alcohol rich bar. his hands glided down, staring at her stomach and working down to rest at her hip bones, pulling her body into his pelvic region with ease, his hips moving against hers. he felt her movements and found himself turned on to a good amount but she was giving it away too fast, he did not like to fully chase but a challenge was always a good thing. he attempted a move, turning her around to be face to face using the leverage on her hips to do so, his hands found the small of her back, pulling her flush into his solid chest and using his knee to separate her legs to allow a little friction to occur. his lips began to make a good work of her jawline, small butterfly kisses but not moving to catch her lips quite yet, she had to work for it as much as he was working it.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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