Thread: Weekend in the City (nothingbutporcelain and Titanus Dradonus)

Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only nineteen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it. To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. Callie's parents had always neglected her and praised her older brother. Callie was the one who always got terrible grades and did things that made them ashamed of her. Her parents were quite wealthy so she made sure to do whatever she could to do things they wouldn't approve of. She had even slept with a few of her teachers. That was how naughty she was. That was why she was always drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. Callie had also always been thin for as long as she could remember. And of course her methods of getting this thin weren't exactly healthy. She did coke all the time so that was partly why she was so thin and it was also because she was constantly starving herself so she would stay as thin as possible. She just hated the way food made her feel. She felt best when she had an empty stomach. But this wasn't shocking at all since she came from a rich family. Of course she would want to look as perfect as possible and her definition of perfection was being thin. But Callie actually looked good despite how small she was. It was a look that worked for her. She was very fragile and breakable but guys usually liked it. It meant that she was easy to push around in the bedroom. Plus it didn't hurt that Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. To her it wasn't good unless she was bleeding. She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. None of the people working there knew she was only seventeen but they probably would let her work there even if they knew because she was so amazing. This was one of the many ways she liked to rebel against her parents. If they knew she was taking her clothes off in front of strange, older men three nights a week they would die from embarrassment and shame. Her brother was meeting her at the bar soon. She hadn't seen him in about a week and she as dying to see him. Callie and her brother had always been very close. Her parents had never been there for her so whenever she needed someone to talk to she would always go to her big brother. It was weird for her now that he was married and he had a family. She'd never admit it to anyone but sometimes she got jealous of his wife because she was hogging him and taking him away from her. It wasn't fair. She was tied to her brother through blood. She thought that she should always come first to him, not his wife. Callie was sitting at the bar sipping her vodka and waiting for her brother to come to the bar. She was so excited to see him tonight since it would just be the two of them. They hadn't spent a night like this together in forever. She imagined he needed a break from his family so she was happy to give him one. A guy eventually came up to her and began hitting on her. It wasn't shocking at all that the guys were already approaching her. She was like a magnet for guys, they couldn't stay away from her. She giggled softly at something he said, not minding it when he placed a hand on her thigh. There was nothing wrong with having a little fun before her brother arrived but the second he got here he would be getting all her attention. No one was better than her big brother so it was only right that he didn't have to share her with anyone else. Callie was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1 and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. Callie was really working the guy, giggling at everything he said so he would think he was so funny. Realistically he wasn't funny at all and he sounded lame but she craved the attention. She loved knowing that every single guy in the bar was looking at her and wishing they could have a chance with her. Well none of those guys were going to get her tonight because tonight she belonged to her brother. Maybe that sounded wrong but she didn't care. She missed him. It was horrible how he lived so far away from her so they never got to see each other. Well she wanted that to change and she was going to make sure to talk to her brother about that tonight. Callie needed her big brother to look out for her from time to time. It wasn't like her parents paid any attention to her. She lived in their house but it was like they were total strangers because they never talked to each other. That was just fine with Callie though. Her parents were snobs. It was better if they talked as little as possible.