Post by Felicia Soler on Oct 12, 2013 21:09:22 GMT -5
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Las Vegas, Nevada
She was like a dormant case of herpes. Every time Jordan thought he'd managed to rid himself of her, she'd pop up again when he least expected it. Case in point, earlier in the morning, she'd decided to give him and his most recent lady friend quite a wake up call—by transforming herself into a 400 pound lioness, jumping onto the bed, and muscling herself between their two sleeping forms. The woman—pity she hadn't gotten her name; she was actually quite stunning—didn't even bother grabbing her clothes from off the floor as she made a bid for freedom and bolted out the front door into the hallway. When she came to her senses a few minutes later after the initial shock wore off and attempted to get back into the apartment to retrieve her discarded clothing, she was greeted by a loud roar which effectively told her get the fuck out.
Lilka didn't like having other females in her territory unless she was in a relationship with them. Jordan's smattering of occasional girlfriends notwithstanding, she'd allowed a few women whom she 'approved' of to be regular visitors. As far as she was concerned, fucking someone was one of the worst possible ways to make a deep connection with them, though Jordan seemed to be learning rather quickly what she expected of him. In spite of her stern nature and the manner in which she treated some of the individuals he invited into his home, she was fairly patient and even-tempered.
While he spent his time cursing at her and insulting her mother, she'd rolled over on the bed (thankfully the frame was made of solid steel and didn't break under her additional weight), exposing her belly to the ceiling, and started batting her forepaws at imaginary dangling mice. She made chuffing noises at him and whined, writhing around on her back until he conceded defeat and gave her belly a half-hearted rub. Satisfied with the outcome, she sighed and rolled back over, then silently padded off the bed and returned to her normal shape.
“I'd say I'm sorry for scaring off your girlfriend, but I'm not, so I won't.” The poor woman was probably still standing outside the front door stark ass naked. She should let her back in, but she wasn't feeling particularly generous. Instead, she gathered up all of the woman's clothing (and pressed it to her face and inhaled deeply while Jordan wasn't looking) and headed for the door. Sure enough, she was still standing outside with her arms crossed over her chest. Lilka grinned at her and did nothing to hide the fact that she obviously found her quite attractive, forgetting for the moment that the woman's breasts were not her eyes. But she just couldn't take her eyes off them. Doing so would have been a sin. “Sorry about earlier. I'm a little territorial.” She managed to wrest her eyes away from the other woman's bare bosom (sadface!) and looked at her as she passed the clothes between them. “And I didn't catch your name.”
“Chastity Lawrence.” She wasn't sure why she felt compelled to give this woman her name, but she felt comfortable in doing so. “Shapeshifter?” The few minutes she'd spent catching her breath outside the door after she'd very nearly had the shit scared out of her had been enough for her to calm down and come to her senses. She slipped on her undergarments as she waited for an answer.
Lilka casually leaned against the door frame and stepped aside, non-verbally giving Chastity the consent to come back inside if she so chose. Her purse and other valuables were still somewhere in the condo. “No, Jordan's basement is a menagerie of exotic animals,” she replied dryly. “And 'Chastity.' Really? Man, you must have hated your parents when you were a teenager. I'll never understand why they give their kids names like that and expect them to live up to them when you know they're gonna do just the opposite. I'm Lilka, by the way.” She extended her hand for a handshake and Chastity took it warily, grasping it with her fingers. “Yes, I'm a shapeshifter.”
She pulled her shirt over her head once the handshake ended. “Must be nice. No one in my family can do anything as showy as that. The only thing I can do is see the true nature of an object or something organic. Nothing flashy, unfortunately.”
“Ah, so more of an intellectual. I get that. Probably gives you good insight into people and their motives.”
“Comes in handy when you're a card dealer in Vegas,” she smiled in spite of herself. “I can always tell when someone's trying to count cards or cheat me—sometimes even before they catch it on camera.”
With such an ability, Lilka could have done anything and probably wouldn't have settled for a job as a dealer, no matter how high the tips. But it wasn't her place to judge. She reached up and gently squeezed her shoulder, and smiled to show that she meant no harm. With a flourish, she reached into her strapless bra and produced a business card, which she handed to the younger woman. In case any of your clients are ever looking for a psychotherapist.”
She held the index card between her fingers and went to put it in her purse, only then realising that her purse was still inside the condo—probably on the dining room table where she'd left it. “I really don't mean to intrude, but I think I left my purse in here in all the . . . commotion, I guess.”
Lilka gestured for her to come back inside and stepped slightly behind the door so as not to appear imposing. “You're welcome to stay here as long as you like. My . . . nephew—or whatever he is—still has a lot to learn.”
Lilka didn't like having other females in her territory unless she was in a relationship with them. Jordan's smattering of occasional girlfriends notwithstanding, she'd allowed a few women whom she 'approved' of to be regular visitors. As far as she was concerned, fucking someone was one of the worst possible ways to make a deep connection with them, though Jordan seemed to be learning rather quickly what she expected of him. In spite of her stern nature and the manner in which she treated some of the individuals he invited into his home, she was fairly patient and even-tempered.
While he spent his time cursing at her and insulting her mother, she'd rolled over on the bed (thankfully the frame was made of solid steel and didn't break under her additional weight), exposing her belly to the ceiling, and started batting her forepaws at imaginary dangling mice. She made chuffing noises at him and whined, writhing around on her back until he conceded defeat and gave her belly a half-hearted rub. Satisfied with the outcome, she sighed and rolled back over, then silently padded off the bed and returned to her normal shape.
“I'd say I'm sorry for scaring off your girlfriend, but I'm not, so I won't.” The poor woman was probably still standing outside the front door stark ass naked. She should let her back in, but she wasn't feeling particularly generous. Instead, she gathered up all of the woman's clothing (and pressed it to her face and inhaled deeply while Jordan wasn't looking) and headed for the door. Sure enough, she was still standing outside with her arms crossed over her chest. Lilka grinned at her and did nothing to hide the fact that she obviously found her quite attractive, forgetting for the moment that the woman's breasts were not her eyes. But she just couldn't take her eyes off them. Doing so would have been a sin. “Sorry about earlier. I'm a little territorial.” She managed to wrest her eyes away from the other woman's bare bosom (sadface!) and looked at her as she passed the clothes between them. “And I didn't catch your name.”
“Chastity Lawrence.” She wasn't sure why she felt compelled to give this woman her name, but she felt comfortable in doing so. “Shapeshifter?” The few minutes she'd spent catching her breath outside the door after she'd very nearly had the shit scared out of her had been enough for her to calm down and come to her senses. She slipped on her undergarments as she waited for an answer.
Lilka casually leaned against the door frame and stepped aside, non-verbally giving Chastity the consent to come back inside if she so chose. Her purse and other valuables were still somewhere in the condo. “No, Jordan's basement is a menagerie of exotic animals,” she replied dryly. “And 'Chastity.' Really? Man, you must have hated your parents when you were a teenager. I'll never understand why they give their kids names like that and expect them to live up to them when you know they're gonna do just the opposite. I'm Lilka, by the way.” She extended her hand for a handshake and Chastity took it warily, grasping it with her fingers. “Yes, I'm a shapeshifter.”
She pulled her shirt over her head once the handshake ended. “Must be nice. No one in my family can do anything as showy as that. The only thing I can do is see the true nature of an object or something organic. Nothing flashy, unfortunately.”
“Ah, so more of an intellectual. I get that. Probably gives you good insight into people and their motives.”
“Comes in handy when you're a card dealer in Vegas,” she smiled in spite of herself. “I can always tell when someone's trying to count cards or cheat me—sometimes even before they catch it on camera.”
With such an ability, Lilka could have done anything and probably wouldn't have settled for a job as a dealer, no matter how high the tips. But it wasn't her place to judge. She reached up and gently squeezed her shoulder, and smiled to show that she meant no harm. With a flourish, she reached into her strapless bra and produced a business card, which she handed to the younger woman. In case any of your clients are ever looking for a psychotherapist.”
She held the index card between her fingers and went to put it in her purse, only then realising that her purse was still inside the condo—probably on the dining room table where she'd left it. “I really don't mean to intrude, but I think I left my purse in here in all the . . . commotion, I guess.”
Lilka gestured for her to come back inside and stepped slightly behind the door so as not to appear imposing. “You're welcome to stay here as long as you like. My . . . nephew—or whatever he is—still has a lot to learn.”
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ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Fuck You Very Much, Lily Allen
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ф ф Word count: 1053
ф ф Mood: Durnk bg is durnk.
ф ф Outfit: Listed in post.
ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Fuck You Very Much, Lily Allen
ф ф Illustrations: none.
ф ф Comment / Informational links: None.