Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

See- See, there we go! There we go now! Tommy grinned. See now, that's not so bad, is it? He watched as she took her bra off, giving her full, heavy, chocolate breasts a nice little back-and-forth sway as she shimmied her shoulders and ribs. See? ...A bit more lukewarm than hot, okay, but there's no reason we can't have a good time. He grinned even more as her belted skirt and panties were pushed over her curved hips and rear, and then sashayed down, letting there be no question his eyes were on each of Tamara's private areas as she displayed them for him. You need some work on the dancing, but it's not like we've got music right now, so you're doin' alright...just keep moving baby. Mike was off in background a bit, sneering, rolling his eyes, folding his arms, adopting an entire 'whatever' attitude about the moment. Just make it quick. I wanna find one for me, he called out. But before Tom could respond, that's when Tamara asked her question. ...He just grinned, that expression on his face harboring a renewed vibrance. No. His head lilted to a side, to the side and back slightly. It's not up to me sweetheart. The boss is gonna decide what to do with you. I can put a good word in. But let's not think about that right now - let's just try and have a good time together, alright? A nice time. He took off his hat, placing the cap on the now naked girl's head instead. You 'n me...and we'll even get Mikey here in on it. He'll soften up, you'll see. And we'll not worry about the future for a minute. Come grind your ass, or wrap your leg around me and kiss me on the mouth - whatever, just something sexy, you know? - - - - The bald-headed, bearded man standing in front of Shanti took the emptied out beer bottle in his hand, held it aloft so he could look straight down its length and into her eyes, letting the now nude girl acknowledge them both, and when she did he lowered it in front of him. A quick upward flick and release of his wrist saw the bottle spin briefly in the air between the two before crashing down on the hard concrete floor, sending bits of itself everywhere. Bending, he retrieved the largest of the pieces, holding it by its still intact neck. This, he said in response, free palm on his knee, pushing himself up to a full stand, is your own blood. He brought a sharp edge of the glass to Shanti's left shoulder, cutting about a two inch length horizontally around where her chest met her arm. And this is what's going on. The bottle shifted from one hand to the other. A now-free finger rose up to gather the initial droplets of blood, holding this between them too, looking to the Indian girl with raised eyebrows as she dangled there. Got your attention there honey darlin'? ...You tell me how many of you there are, and why, and if I don't so totally believe what you have to say then I cut again. If I do believe, Mr.Glass goes bye-bye. Okay? - - - - Damn, don't spit it all out, Brody commented as Christy doubled over, palms on the nasty tile floor. I said a bloody blowjob - new experiences an' all that. Whether he was serious or just taking a verbal jab at the coughing teen's expense was up for grabs. He laughed though. The tall, heavyset man reached a hand to the side of Christy's probably throbbing head as she sat up on her knees in front of him. Fingers touched against the hair at her temple. The cold steel of the brass knuckles would be felt on the skin between her temple and left eye. Go ahead baby, pull it out. Start sucking. ...And if you do any dumb shit, you better be prepared for what happens next.