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[14 Aug 2005|03:01am] |
She stretches out over her bed, pushing the sheets to the bottom. Rubbing her stomach absently as she turns to look at the clock. Midnight and yet another night of no sleep, even going to bed early doesn't help any more. She pulls herself upright and throws her legs over the edge of the bed. No use trying to get any sleep, it's always futile.
She stands and walks to her bedroom window, her apartment taking in the glow from the strip not too far from her. It reflecting back onto her bare skin, never understanding the need for clothes in bed. She runs a hand through her red hair. It was below shoulder length, and at the moment hung like a curtain. Flat, lifeless and uninteresting. Nothing about her was particularly eye catching. She often wondered how she got to where she was looking like she did, but apparently she was a stunner. She shrugged off the compliments and carried on. Only realising their worth when someone else took the light from her. She never went back to work then. Well, not that work at any rate.
She had a steady job now and she had a fair lump of cash from her dancing days. She never spent when she didn't need too, it showed. She had a nice car, a convertible 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda, nothing too flash. Not like the Ferrari she was going to get her hands on before she laid eyes on her beautiful black beast. She had the garage she bought it off work it over. New black metallic paint, a stereo system that could be heard four blocks away, vinyl’s adding to the side - two silhouetted naked women one on either side leaning on the rear wheel arch. He apartment wasn't too flash, nothing about her shouted wealthy, just merely comfortable. And she liked it that way.
She wandered into her bathroom and looked at her reflection. Pale skin that some day's behaved itself and others, well like tonight, didn't. She lifted her chin to inspect a newly arisen blemish. Prodding it with a finger. Nothing concealer couldn't cover. She looked at the counter top in her bathroom, well the concealer was doing a damn good job of concealing itself. She sighed and looked at herself again. Grabbing her breasts, one in each hand and she pushed them up and down, together and apart. Moving around before laughing at the faces she was pulling and she started prodding her stomach. Flat but not too toned. Well, it was just flat and lead to her prominent hip bones. She rolled the palm of her hands over each one before looking down further. Running a hand between her legs she thought aloud. "Smooth as a babies bum." And she grins at herself in the mirror again. Her dark blue eyes twinkling. She moved closer to the glass and squinted, then opened her eyes wide and then relaxed. Still not happy with her eyes. Why couldn't she at least be blessed with wide eyes. She looks up at the ceiling. "Just wide eyes, that's all I ask.". Both hands on the counter now she leans her forehead against the mirror.
She thinks of where she's going next, who she's going to see and she decides to play a little game as well. She's bound to get caught but it'll be fun. See if she can get herself a detective while she's at it. A grin slides across her features and she bites her lip. She's never had an officer of the law before. And she groans at the thought. She wanted to play but she couldn't rush it. She walks out of the bathroom and into her living room, sliding into her gorgeous chair. The leather against her skin making her shiver. Hell, yeah she could rush it and she gets herself ready for another night out. Number two on it's way, she grins as she sprints into her room to get ready.
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