Fake Stories & Tip Toes

Subject: Fake Stories & Tip Toes 30/12/13, 06:02 pm

Rebecca was in a Bacardi mood today. And instead of just sitting around in her office and thinking about him ~~all over her body~~. She decided to just talk to him today and have a one on one, but of course, she had to think of an actual reason to do it because she couldn't just darn well walk in and proclaim her undying love for him. Which was bigger than what she imagined "him" to be, so that was pretty damn big. Slowly slipping out of her office, she tipped toed over to his office and knocked on the door, thinking her stories over and over again that she could tell him that she needed advice on.

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Bacardi was sitting in his office, cleaning the fresh blood off of his gun. He had just made an assassination and he had blood on his shirt too. Pulling it off, he threw it into a drawer to be cleaned later. Hearing a knock on the door, he put his gun away and rang to his secretary asking who it was. Once he found out it was the counselor, he didn't bother putting a shirt on, because he wanted to surprise her with his fine ass body. Opening the door with a smile, he greeted her. "Come in Rebecca." He was unsure of why she was there, but he liked having visitors, at least when it wasn't whiny teenagers. Walking over to his desk, he sat down. "So what brings you here on such a fine day."

Subject: Re: Fake Stories & Tip Toes 30/12/13, 07:00 pm

Rebecca looked around the hallways like a psycho maniac as Bacardi said her name. "What kind of witchcraft is this?" She ever-so-silently whispered to herself. Maybe he knew her knock? Maybe they had a special knock! Maybe if she ever heard a knock like that on her door she'd know it was him! This was perfect, absolutely perfect I tell ya! Walking in slowly she paused. It was as if her walking up to him was in slowly motion and ♪You Make Me Wanna Cum♫ was playing in the background of it all. All she knew was that she was looking at something fine and it was not the day. "Well there's something mighty fine about today." Rebecca said, gulping as she tried to think of a story, any story she could come up with to justify her being in here. "Hormones. I mean, not my hormones. I'm in my late 20's! I don't need to be hormonal! I have trains driving into my tunnel all night long. I mean. Kids. These dang kids are making me lose it!" She said, after all was said it sort of felt like a blur. "Hold me." She whispered as softly as she could, mostly just trying to get it out of her system so she wouldn't blurt it out later and she really hoped he didn't hear when she had just said it because she knew she wouldn't be able to hold all of this inside of her spandex if he even touched her, let alone hugged her.

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Sitting there, he listened as she went on about hormones and getting railed all of the time. Bacardi would give her that, she had quite the looks but he could also tell she was crazy Good thing crazy was his type. Hearing her whisper hold me, he raised an eyebrow. Reaching out, he grabbed her hands and cupped them in his. "Are you okay Rebecca?" He asked, looking into her eyes. He would kill a motherfucker, child or not if they were fucking around. "Maybe you just need a night out. We're going to dinner tonight okay." He said, not bothering to ask. He knew it would have been a yes anyway.

Subject: Re: Fake Stories & Tip Toes 31/12/13, 04:44 am

Rebecca begun to realize what was getting his attention and she intensified the cry. "Noooo." Rebecca cried, grabbing a tissue that she could barely get to through all of those damn tears she was crying. Wasn't Rebecca better than this? She didn't have to lower herself to these damn standards for a man. Nevermind, it was Bacardi, of course she did. Rebecca didn't have to desperately agree to go to dinner with him because he already decided. She nodded like a fool and kept quiet.

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Bacardi watched as she cried and grabbed tissue. This showed she was truly crazy, she had good potential to become a mob wife. Walking over to her, he knelt down on a knee and rubbed her back as she cried. It was a comforting thing to do and he didn't know how to handle crying women very well. "How does Italian sound? You know I was born in Italy." He said, giving her a bit of background, maybe it could cheer her up. It wasn't time to tell her his name though, very few actually knew it. Standing up, he walked over to a closet, where he kept extra shirts, taking out a button up he put it on, leaving it as it was for now. "So tell me a bit about yourself." He said, turning to her.

Subject: Re: Fake Stories & Tip Toes 31/12/13, 05:25 am

Rebecca nodded and her face lit up as she mentioned Italian. "Oh, I could really use a nice juicy piece of Italian sausage tonight." Rebecca told him, possibly referring to the food, or in between his legs, whatever Bacardi was willing to show. Rebecca tried to not be so obvious at staring at him when he went to put on his shirt but oh my god that muscly back when he went to put on the shirt it was like her own personal porn. She immediately looked down when he turned to her. "Um. Well. My favorite place to shop is Build-A-Bra. It's lovely. Last time I went, I got glow in the dark hooks and little milk shooters in the nip...Christmas is my favorite holiday." She saved herself as she realized what a moron she was being when she spoke.

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Bacardi could tell this woman didn't have much of a filter, he found it funny. "Well I'll take you to build-a-bra on our second date then, how does that sound?" He said with a smile. Of course there was going to be a second date, he was sure that this crazy bitch was the one. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be when he told her what he actually did, but he would worry about that at a later date. "So how about tonight at seven? Wear something formal but nothing like a ball gown okay." He suggested. Little did she know that she was being introduced to some of the family tonight, since he owned the restaurant.

Subject: Re: Fake Stories & Tip Toes 05/01/14, 03:35 am

Rebecca's face lit up even more as he continued to speak. Build-a-bra? Was this guy literally shot down in a streak of beautiful unicorn light just for her? Seriously, did he get pulled out of like a round bowl for her? She would probably believe it. "Smells--sounds great." She told him, almost mentioning the way he smelled so ~~sexy~~ good. "Yesyesyesyes. Did I mention yes?" She asked, thinking of the perfect prom dress she bought but never got to wear. Both years of high school. And four homecoming dresses that she never wore. Yeah. Her life wasn't really...the best. But maybe they were too formal. Maybe she'd just wear something sexy? Yes. She should show up in a trench coat and be like Oh tehe its so chilly in here, then ask him to show her the bathroom push him in open up and ride him like a wrecking ball.

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