Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree listened to her fathers plans, nodding slowly. For a moment, the girl was on the verge of telling him that they probably had their families to tend to but decided against it. Although she didnt know the full reason behind their houses size, taking it for a way to show off the fact that they were well off and allow them to remain part of the high class, she did have an idea. Most of his friends were married or at least had kids. Micah meanwhile spent his time with her and for some reason never found himself a girlfriend. She never understood that much. He was handsome, wealthy, gentle, funny, heck she could make a list of a hundred adjectives to describe all of his qualities. He should have had kids by then, he was a wonderful father despite the fact that their physical affection sometimes went a little too far not that she realized it. And so, instead of pointing out that fact, she was simply glad that she would be gone for the night and away from his friends. Although most of them were nice people, most of the men had a tendency to subtly flirt with her. Which was absolutely fine whenever they were sober. The moment alcohol got involved in the equation things always went wrong. Aware of Micahs protectiveness toward her, they waited for her to be alone like vultures and would oftentimes drop by and squeeze her rear, murmuring some dirty comment something they always apologized for once sobered up. Needless to say their wives didnt like her much and searched for any excuse to get their husbands away from the teen. Not that she cared. At that point she was counting down minutes until James passed by to pick her up. The boy mentioned that he would drop by at six thirty which meant that he would be there at that time and not a minute left. It was one of the boys strongest points. His parents taught him well and his respect toward girls was beyond that of any other teenage guys she has ever met. It didnt bother her though, it felt nice to be treated that way despite the fact that he occasionally got boring with his righteousness. Turning on the television, she watched a new episode of Scrubs, chuckling softly at the content although not as much as she had during the earlier seasons. As all shows it was bound to come to an end, and its expiry date was near. Turning off the television, she helped Micah clean up when he mentioned the time. Oh my god, already? She exclaimed, wide eyed, looking up at him. His shoulder rubs were heaven, so she remained silent until the hands would move away, a pleased expression on her face. Finally, she stood up, shaking her head. I have to get ready, she stated and rushed up the stairs, locking herself up in her room to try on a series of dresses and skirts, trying to match them with the perfect shoes and accessories. In the end, she opted for a very simple dress. Once again her tattoo was covered, since the dress hardly hid anything. It reached her mid-thigh, mostly covering her breasts yet showing a bit of cleavage. Made out of white polyester, it had a single shade in its entirety, a white band ending with a ribbon on the back wrapped under her breasts, the part between the ribbon and the dresss hem being slightly looser only to end with an elastic strap about an inch thin. On her wrists dangled a single bracelet with a few charms on it, on her neck a single chain with a small transparent stone at the end, her earrings matching transparent stones with gold in between. On her feet was a pair of golden high heels, looking almost like gladiator shoes only reaching up to her ankle. Her hair was the hardest part. Straightening it out, she debated on what to do with it before picking it up in a careful, high ponytail that fell halfway down her back. Her makeup was simple too. Bronzer highlighted her high cheekbones, a light trace of black eyeliner and mascara making her eyes stand out even more almost like those of a cat. On her lips was a hint of light pink lipstick, but overall she looked extremely natural. The girl finished by the time clock hit six fifteen. Quickly picking up a small golden clutch, she filled it with a lipstick, money, house keys, her cellphone and a condom just in case. She felt tacky doing it, but knowing James he would either forget or shy out. She, on the other hand, was very much up for it. She wanted to stop being a little girl that night cost what may. Of course then againShe swallowed nervously and studied herself in the mirror, flashing herself a perfect smile. She looked stunning. Making her way down the stairs, she looked around, listening to the noises in the house to find out what her father was up to. Right before that she quickly called her date to ask him if he was still on time and as she had expected, he was. So, she walked up to her father, quiet as a cat despite her high heels. Her hands slid on his sides from behind, her chin briefly coming to rest on his shoulder. Daddy, she cooed, stepping away to glide in front of him, her hands at her hips. How do I look? She wondered with an innocent expression, for some reason finding her fathers approval absolutely necessary.