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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 3 2010, 04:11 PM (79 Views) | |
| Samwyn | Jul 3 2010, 04:11 PM Post #1 |
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Rachel scratched her head in frustration, her long blonde hair now matted and knotted, having not had a decent wash in a while. She bit her nails as she stood in the doorway of a closed bank. Her now faded blue eyes were darting up and down the street, watching out intently for the familiar figure to walk her way. She hadn't always been this broken, in fact, only two years previous Rachel had been a promising student at Miss Dhalia's Institute for Girls. She had been sent there when she was 5 by her parents who went through the motions of having a child, but were never really that interested. From her high pedistool, to fall to where she was now was quite a spectacular achievement. She had been on her way to university to study medieval literature, nothing something particularly useful, but when your only real aim in life was to marry rich and bare children, a useful degree wasn't exactly neccessary. But that all changed when she met him, he was dark and hansome and mysterious and seemed to represent everything that her parents hated. Everything in the world which had been denied her and which would be forever denied. He introduced her in her innocence to sex, drugs and rock and roll. If it had stayed harmless youthful fun, she might not have ended up in this doorway, if she had said no once or twice, if she had never gone that extra mile to get him to love her, maybe...just maybe. But such things are immaterial, she did go that extra mile and that road has led her to this doorway. The chipped, peeling paint hapazardly applied to the door seemed to reflex her desperate situation. In just two short years she had involved herself in the lowest society had to offer, and instead of attending debutants and official dinners, she now sold herself for her fix and stole anything she could from anyone stupid enough to trust her. Her mysterious hunk soon disappeared once he realised what type of girl he had created. He left her alone in a world totally alien to her. Usually Rachel was able to scrape together just enough to satisfy her dealer, but not this time, this time she was broke. But when she needed a fix, she needed a fix and come hell or high water she was going to get it, regardless of what she needed to do. Luckilly for her, and most uncommon among the girls she frequented, Rachel had managed to retain a shadow of her beauty, which made attracting customers that bit easier, not to mention her youth and willingness to please. The things she had done would give her parents a coronary if they ever heard. Not that she had contact with them any more. Oh no, instead of being the supportive parents who would have thrown their daughter into a rehab facility, they cut all ties and told friends that she had died in a freak accident. To everyone who had ever cared for her, she was dead. Finally seeing him in the distance, Rachel appeared from the doorway and started in a shuffling run towards him, her fingers now bleeding from where she had chewed them so hard. |
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| Shadieface | Jul 3 2010, 04:52 PM Post #2 |
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This was ridiculous, this was stupid, this was ludicrous! Aidan cursed and grumbled under his breath while he walked down the long street, arms folded angrily over his chest. He hated this chick, she was one of the most dirty, disgusting chicks he had ever had to sell for! And she used to be clean, too. He had seen her in her better days, she had never been pretty in Aidan's eyes, but she had her better days when she was "Hollywood pretty". Blonde hair, hourglass figure. Even back then Aidan thought she was nasty looking. Now she just... he shuddered, eyes glittering with hatred. And she ripped him off too! She only got away with it once but the fact that she got away with it at all made Aidan feel like such a loser! She was such a stupid kid! Aidan made it a point to only keep clean cut, trustworthy clients. And he did a good job of that, this girl... this girl ws just a complete failure, and soon he was simply going to drop her. Aidan had told her numerous times that she had to clean herself up if she wanted to continue buying from him but she never did. She still stayed greasy and nasty looking! Oh, and there she was... running a hand through straight red hair, Aidan let out a long, frustrated sigh. His green eyes swept over her destroyed, disgusting body with nothing but pure loathing in them and he hardly gave her a grunt of a greeting. He waited, glaring down at her, expecting her pay before he even considered taking out the stash. |
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| Samwyn | Jul 4 2010, 10:44 AM Post #3 |
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Rachel beamed as he got closed and pressed his slender frame against his. "Hi Aidan...you're looking really good..." She smiled and started to paw his jacket and look up lovingly into his eyes, the whole time her eyes were twitching in different directions and her actions were jittery. Aidan had been her dealer for over a year, they had what many called a love-hate relationship. She loved what he gave her, he hated her...it was that simply. But Rachel had always thought that he had a bit of a soft side, afterall, she usually couldn't afford his usual prices, so he normally let her off with a cheaper option. He could have possibly been the most important person in Rachel's world. Depressing as it sounds, when you have no-one, the one person who brings a smile to your face becomes your whole world. The blonde ran her fingers through her hair and tried to make it look a bit more presentable. "Well, Aidan...have you got anything for me?" She smiled again and her eyes darted all over his body, wondering which pocket he had it in. She knew she was gonna have do something special to get this fix, not only did she know he hated her and wouldn't give her anything for free, she also knew he was a man. And what red blooded man would pass up free pussy if it was offered to him. At this moment in time, her body, her 'services' were all Rachel had to bargin with. It wasn't as depressing as it sounds though, she knew plenty of male addicts who were resorting to doing much worse things for a lot less quality stuff than she was. |
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