Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella IMG200x112 Brian Grady Brian was now feeling the urge for a drink more than ever. The rush of entertaining Philip and Scarlett with his stories was wearing off and his mind hungered for a nip of something, anything with some kick, to transform this natural buzz into a sweeter one. The sparkling cider was such a tease, especially presented in a champagne glass. The touch of the flute it in his hand and the sight of bubbles in his eye made every subsequent sip a disappointment. Damn his job! There was little hope that the good Judge might keep some medicinal stock of liquor like many normal folk did. Who knew, perhaps the Judge might have a wild side? But Scarlett was suddenly alone with him and Brian felt his buzz returning as he stared into her shimmering eyes. He wasn't drunk, he painfully knew that, but the lightheaded feeling he was getting was shockingly similar. She was mesmerizing to look, but even more bewildering to listen to. Her voice so melodic, yet with that slight accent he knew so well, an accent of wealth and class that made his own Boston Irish drawl seem suddenly embarrassing. It was erotic just hearing her speak, imagining the years of schooling at exclusive institutions she had endured to sound like that. And when she spoke French, Sweet Mary, Brian could almost feel himself getting hard. No, best just to nod, smile and let her talk. Why remind her of the gulf between them by opening his mouth and forgetting to enunciate an 'R' again? And by letting her talk he could also just stare at her. He'd already studied her face during dinner in every detail and found it flawless, young but with chiseled cheekbones and full lips that hinted at a sensuous side. And her hair, so lustrous and shimmering, was a beguiling auburn cloud that seemed to glow around her porcelain white skin. He'd only stolen glimpses of her body earlier, but as she talked she leaned forward, her voice lowering and drawing him in conspiratorially as she spilled her bosom towards him. The little tart knew the neckline of her dress and there was no doubt in Brian's mind the cleavage she was displaying was calculated to entice him. Wait... was she flirting with him ? Brian had bed enough women to know what the signs were, including dolls from the 'lower' upper class. He was no blushing schoolboy, but his mind reeled a bit at the thought of Scarlett being interested in him and for a second he felt like an inexperienced youth with no confidence. Of course he'd tried to impress her, tried his hardest in fact, but the entire time he'd been aware of the vast chasm between them in wealth and class. It had been a game in which he assumed he had no chance and could therefore play at with no pressure, like a scrimmage before the football season started. Loose, relaxed and free to make risky plays for fun. But, Philip had invited him here tonight and specifically invited Scarlett join them for dinner. The old man was not a fool and Brian suddenly felt his throat tighten as he kept his grin easy and eyes locked on Scarlett. Was Philip, perhaps, trying to introduce him to his daughter for romantic reasons? Was this wealthy, respectable judge giving Brian his implicit endorsement that he should woo his daughter? And was this well-bred, refined and very delicious daughter now signaling that she was open to said wooing? Well, Brian was never afraid to make a gutsy play, even if it meant risking a touchdown if he missed the tackle. This was a high class broad, the kind of girl that he didn't get to flirt with often, but in his mind women were the same, to some degree. Well, some were whores. He knew that well. Many were whores in fact, secret whores and dirty girls. But Scarlett couldn't be one of those, no with a high class lady though you still had to not be afraid to show them that you were a real man. A man that took what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go after a girl, no matter who she was. His first sweetheart in middle school had been the cutest girl in the class, the one all the other guys had been afraid to speak to. While not the biggest or the best looking guy, Brian had been her first kiss because he'd been the only one unafraid to tell her he thought she was beautiful. Never back down and never be afraid. Especially with women. Brian very casually, while still smiling at Scarlett, let his eyes drop and studied her exposed cleavage for a long second. Not long enough to be awkward or perverted, but far too long to be an inadvertent or accidental glimpse. Just enough time for him to contemplate the perfect, round mounds that lay below her dress and imagine his face buried between those upper class pillows. Gorgeous. Then his eyes flicked back up to hers and he let his smile get wider as she finished speaking. Delightful, Brian said, pausing for a second in a fashion that might make her think he was referring to the sight he had just shamelessly stolen. Although I think you've moved onto getting married and having kids as the next phase a bit too quickly. I'd encourage you to live life up a bit before hand, so you have no regrets. Make sure you've met the right man, and all that. Just then Philip returned and the cleavage show was suddenly over. Brian was soon nodding to the old man and assuring him that he was having a marvelous time. Getting to know you and Scahh-lett has been delightful. I'd love a drink... and I won't arrest you if you top the cider off with something harder! Brian joked as he got up to walk with Philip to the drawing room.