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Life in the Fast Lane [closed] - Kat - 03-28-2015

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A Chance Arden && Zeno Ralin History
Private - NSFW - Set in 1984 - Manhatten, NYC


Life in the Fast Lane [closed] - Kat - 03-28-2015

<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/3EHN3zb.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Skyline was only enjoyable if you were above ground level. The streets, stained and worn from rough winter storms and constant use, weren't worth idolizing. Chance looked at her companion with a small smile teasing at the corners of her lips, though his bright eyes seemed glued to the road. Cruising through the lights, he ignored traffic indicators and did as he pleased; sending their duo recklessly blaring along with a string of top 40 hits repeated over the radio. How Zeno had come into ownership of the Ferrari Testarossa, the Fae wasn't sure. Barely able to keep up with her own fleet of vehicles, any new models hitting the showrooms weren't top priority on her list of special interests. Still, having not lived under a rock meant she knew the value of the machine - the craftsmanship was apparent in how it handled tight turns at speeds most wouldn't dare trying to pull off in historically narrow corridors of upper Manhattan.

"<font color="1979e6]You drive like a maniac.[/font]" Taking out a cigarette from the pack in her purse, it's end seemed to light itself when a long drag was sucked smoothly through the filter. "<font color="1979e6]Seems like you're in a rush. Maybe you should slow down...[/font]" Idly, her other hand drifted over the shift console towards the nearest of his spread thighs, digits running along the fabric of his slacks while she spoke through the carcinogen. "<font color="1979e6]Of course, maybe you're in a rush because you really are afraid I'll become bored of you.[/font]" Removing the filter from her lips, cherry was tapped rhythmically at the rim of the ashtray, discarding the stripped tobacco waste so not to make a mess of the interior leather.

"<font color="1979e6]Though, I have to say, this is a surprise.[/font]" Still working towards his groin with invasive fingers, the cigarette was used as a wand, pointing out the Ferrari's decorated inside. "<font color="1979e6]I don't always get to claim something is a first, but this... I've never had the pleasure of riding in a Ferrari[/font]." Thought finished with a content sigh, her expression eased into one of shaded pleasure, hinting at the discretion of the comment. There could be many firsts in the Ferrari if Zeno took the time to pay her the attention she craved. When her hand slowly ceased the search within his legs, Chance didn't ask to keep going; she simply wrapped her fingers along the growing erection like it was hers to maneuver as she pleased. When he went to shift gears, she too shifted it from within the tightness of his trousers.

It was an irritation, she assumed, because the Fae didn't bother taking his aroused cock out of it's expensive packaging to play with it properly. Not yet, anyway.

"<font color="1979e6]So, tell me. What were you doing in Amsterdam[/font]?" Pausing to relish another smokey hit from her present vice, the buxom blonde glanced towards the cars near them, followed by the street signs lining either side of the street. Where they were headed didn't matter if he had plans to be mysterious. The only reason she ended up taking up his offer was because he had intrigued the creature, and very few accomplished a feat of that measure. Chance had been around the block a time, or two, so to speak. All the tricks had been used, abused, and inevitably, wasted over her countless encounters. If nothing came of their time together but a night of wild sex, she wasn't about to complain; but this one felt different. His energy was pulsing, vile, twisting against the undulating tendrils of dark matter she wore in between realms.

One could say she was enamored with the possibilities more than his current display of interests. To live for future involvements meant there was reason to keep living, and Chance did well sticking true to her social nature. It made dull moments few and far between the adrenaline fed nightlife she had made a name for herself indulging in.

"<font color="1979e6]Do you live in Manhattan, or are you just staying a few nights with me in mind[/font]?" The smile made a triumphant return, making the question seem baited; testing his dedication to what he was seeking. "<font color="1979e6]I'd hate to keep you up on a work night, Zeno.[/font]" Through his pants, her hands remained a warm wrap of intention, daring him to make mention of her coy attempts at stealing his eyes from their route of travel to the tantalizing curves straining against her dress. The encasing fur coat was extravagant, but in their mode of transit, it was expected she wear the finest to match. Zeno was lucky to have found Chance.

If there was a piece of arm candy men of his caliber craved, it was her kind of woman - golden waves of silken hair, crafted large and styled to accent the glow of her baby blue hues. They weren't of this world, swirling and bright; they seemed to seek his features even when the orbs had written available portrait into memory several times over. Chance always did have a thing for a pretty face- Especially when it was connected to an equally pretty aura. Pretty in a grotesque way, of course. Her kinks weren't exactly normal, but nothing about the Fae could be considered such. "<font color="1979e6]You should have said something on the plane. It wouldn't have been a first for me, but that doesn't make it less fun[/font]."

Life in the Fast Lane [closed] - Ghostly - 04-23-2015

<img style="Zeno" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/la9dRBd.png]Zeno didn't need to be told the obvious, but it did keep that devil-like grin on his lips ever present. Money and power talked; he owned one of the only Ferrari's in this model on the eastern seaboard and drove it like he ran the city. With sharp vision and quick reflexes he was more than able to steer clear of any incident and intimidate other road goers to a halt to let him pass. As if to mock the Fae for telling him to slow down he shifted to a higher gear still and ticked the speedometer up another ten miles per hour. Chance had quite the mouth on her, and while she fondled his shaft to mimic his own control over the vehicle, all he could think was how he'd fuck those pretty lips of hers, how he was going to fill every hole she had with his seed.

Keeping thoughts separate from his vocal cords he continued on in polite conversation all the while reveling in her touch, even if it was just a tease. "<font color="3f65cc]This crowded metropolis is a dump compared to where we just came from, the culture ruined by invasive renovation and a rising homeless population taking any vacant sections they can find.[/font]" Not that there weren't parts worth a visit, but they were out of the way in comparison to Zeno's destination. "<font color="3f65cc]Besides, I have a view worth killing for where we're headed.[/font]" The burning of tobacco oppressed the fine smell of leather, not that Zeno was opposed since it aligned to a regular passion of his; if he had a free hand he too would partake.

Ah yes, why had he been in Amsterdam? Work would be the simplest of answers, but with an answer as vague as that one would struggle to stay interested. He had to give a laugh at her comment following, one the woman would come to know all to well in good time. She'd soon understand how far his filthy tendrils would seek her own out in his commitment to her, the hunger he felt towards this one in particular had no equal. "<font color="3f65cc]Investment banking, more so in dealing with company acquisitions and mergers.[/font]" This of course was rather accurate to his day to day dealings. When one happened to be a monstrosity like himself though, one ceased to care about paperwork and simply tore a bloody swath through the hierarchy of a company or organization.

With the whites of his perfect teeth gleaming with a hidden, vicious intent he carried on with his reply. "<font color="3f65cc]If you must know, I blew off prior arrangements in Amsterdam to catch your flight out. In fact, I'd say I'm pissing in the plans of more than a few individuals by courting you now.[/font]" He was lucky to have found Chance, an individual whom he felt an intense compatibility towards without ever having even catching her name.

Chance however, was anything but her namesake in having caught the gaze of Zeno.

A long hum was pulled from the vile man as she succeeded in pulling those icy orbs off of the roadway, foot pressing down the accelerator to the floor in the process. He couldn't help but marvel in the eccentric outfit she had on even now, how it fit her curves in just the right way to accentuate her sizable assets. "<font color="3f65cc]Ah, but despite you having stolen my valuable time I needed to be sure. I didn't want to spoil our first meeting.[/font]" One hand on the wheel, cold fingers reached out to brush a few strands of her golden hair away from her ear, and perhaps graze at something more beyond what the average human sight possessed. His thumb caressed her slender jawbone, moving down her neck to slide under the elegant design of her dress; the attention she garnered from the abomination was suddenly snapped away as if by some supernatural sense of his surroundings. Traffic had built up considerably and suddenly as it often did in the city, and with Zeno blazing down the asphalt at a considerable quickness he had caught up to it in the briefest moment his eyes had been off of the street.

Taking his hand away from her chest only out of necessity, he used it to downshift before returning it to keep her pressed against the lush seat while at the same time copping a feel. His foot off of the gas pedal, the brakes were pressed in haste as the smell of superheated rubber filled the air. He'd weave through the cars even as the unfitting pop music ran background to his actions along with blaring horns from irate drivers. Were he a lesser being, and were this a lesser car not belonging to the fine Italian engineers oversees, he'd likely have wrapped the expensive metal frame around a pole or into the back of a truck. Instead he'd slowed down to a manageable speed, though needing to hop a curb to do so, pedestrians rambling out of the way of the bright red sports car. "<font color="3f65cc]Nothing like a near crash to get the heart racing.[/font]" Turning off of the walkway onto an side road he kept his slowed pace, there were things that needed to happen before getting to his apartment after all. His cock throbbed through his slacks in her grip, his adrenaline pumping even though there had been little fear of actually being harmed. "<font color="3f65cc]We're almost there, but how about we christen your first time in this car with another first. I need you to taste how badly I want you.[/font]" On these back streets at a slowed pace, Chance could hold onto Zeno's attention all that she wanted, he knew what she wanted, and the feeling was more than mutual.