Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Claire Templin reclined at the bar of Club Sappho, her alluring form practically poured into the slinky red dress she wore. It was a cliche number, perhaps, but one made for a woman like her. She was not one of the big-breasted, pouty-lipped dolls that graced American magazines. This french beauty was more what one would expect from a woman who controlled people's lives. Her lips, red to match the ruby dress - sipped from an expensive glass of wine as her hand dismissively waved yet another hopeful woman away. Did they really think she desired the wrinkled flesh of a soccer mom running down here while her husband was away on a business trip? No. Claire had more refined tastes, one for fruits that were not quite past that threshold of ripeness. When her eyes caught the woman - no, the girl - bribing the bartender she almost choked on her wine. Impossible. She was seeing things. Claire put the wine down, concerned that perhaps she had too much. People like her did not simply stroll into places like this. Hell, people like Claire herself did not stroll into places like this! But then Club Sappho was not some dyke dive. It wasn't the most exclusive or up-class place but it was stylish and fairly in with the lesbian crowd at the moment. Claire kept watching the girl as she drank and went to the dance floor. Slowly she came to accept it. It's true. It WAS her! How? Why? Such things were completely irrelevant as Claire's red lips curled into a predatory smile. She'd found the night's meal, and oh how their jaws would hit the floor when she showed up with THIS catch! That clenched it. The contest was over. Claire was already in the lead, but a tender young celebrity already seeming determined to put herself on the same set of rails so many starlets had hurtled themselves against a wall in? Claire would put a stop to that. She would not be lost to rehab clinics and fizzling interest in the public eye. A precious thing like her deserved more, to have her body treated like the work of art that it was. And the others would never question her as their leader. She doubted they'd even bother calculating how many points Miley was worth, you couldn't put a number on it. Claire waited until the song was over to put her glass aside and leave a bill on the bar that might give the tender a heart attack when she saw it. She was feeling in the mood to pass on the universe's generosity. She rose up to her feet, her hips swaying in a seductive manner as she approached Miley after her voice was done coming through the speakers and the next song started up. Expensive bracelets of gold and gems hung on her wrists and a most alluring scent drifted around her. That scent was why so many women had hit on her, and when she drew close and it hit Miley's nose the subtle magic would take it's effect. It would make the temptation to look at Claire irresistible,and when Miley did it would place the most sinful thrill in her young heart. It would linger, weak but still there, for the first time any woman saw Claire while smelling that perfume they would feel the unmistakable tingle between their legs that many people said only a man should cause in a woman. Well, hello there cute stuff. What ARE you doing out here all alone? Mmmh, you do know this is a club for girls to... hang out with each other, right? She didn't even try to hide the way she eyed the younger female up, her attraction obvious even as she implied Miley wasn't aware of the bar's nature.