Slow Dance With a Stranger
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Adult +
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5 months earlier: I Like It
AN: Um….. this was supposed to be out like…Thursday afternoon? Heh… oops? And its short…. But I think they all will be for the most part. XD
Suggested Listening: I Like It by Enrique Iglasias ft Pitbull
5 months earlier: I Like It
Matt thought the blond was interesting, to say the least. He made no effort to really hide that he was following him, simply walking behind him as he smoked a cigarette, and yet there had been no reaction for over ten minutes. He either didn't think Matt was a threat, which he really wasn't at the moment, or was really fucking oblivious.
Though he didn't believe it was the latter as every time someone on the street stared too long at him as they walked passed the blond would tense and stand straighter and only relax once they were out of sight. Matt had usually only seen that in people who had something to hide, which only made him all the more curious of the blond.
The crowds thinned out little by little and Matt wondered idly if the blond was taking him somewhere secluded to pull a gun on him, which would have been amusing, though that theory was dashed as the leather clad figure stopped short at the next street corner.
"Alright, why the fuck are you following me?" the blond snarled as he whirled around, voice more than annoyed and full of warning; though Matt caught the spark of desire in his eye as the blond looked him over. That sharp gaze of his made Matt shiver.
"I doubt you honestly need me to answer that. Either way, why wait so long to ask, I could have killed you by now." Matt watched silently, smoking, as the blond surveyed him with a snort.
"Doubtful." The blond muttered, and Matt assumed it was to the 'kill you' portion.
"And i'm not a common prostitute! Go through the manager if you-" it seemed that the blond was more than used to things like that happening to him, but Matt wondered if he was used to being offered so much cash.
"Do you really want me to? Money isnt an issue for me with what I do, and you will get more by dealing with me directly. You get it all instead of a meager cut." Matt pulled out the remianing wad of cash, a thick roll of all hundreds.
"There is more than this if you let me have a night with you; and this is just what I had left from the casino." Matt withheld a smirk as blue eyes zeroed in on the cash. There was still the rebellion, the absolute 'no fucking way' in the blonds' eyes, but there was also the desire. Perhaps the blond needed the money? Matt didnt care one way or another so long as the blonds' answer was a yes.
The blond was silent for a while longer before he breathed out a sigh.
"Fucking hell... follow me."
-End Part 3-
Suggested Listening: I Like It by Enrique Iglasias ft Pitbull
5 months earlier: I Like It
Matt thought the blond was interesting, to say the least. He made no effort to really hide that he was following him, simply walking behind him as he smoked a cigarette, and yet there had been no reaction for over ten minutes. He either didn't think Matt was a threat, which he really wasn't at the moment, or was really fucking oblivious.
Though he didn't believe it was the latter as every time someone on the street stared too long at him as they walked passed the blond would tense and stand straighter and only relax once they were out of sight. Matt had usually only seen that in people who had something to hide, which only made him all the more curious of the blond.
The crowds thinned out little by little and Matt wondered idly if the blond was taking him somewhere secluded to pull a gun on him, which would have been amusing, though that theory was dashed as the leather clad figure stopped short at the next street corner.
"Alright, why the fuck are you following me?" the blond snarled as he whirled around, voice more than annoyed and full of warning; though Matt caught the spark of desire in his eye as the blond looked him over. That sharp gaze of his made Matt shiver.
"I doubt you honestly need me to answer that. Either way, why wait so long to ask, I could have killed you by now." Matt watched silently, smoking, as the blond surveyed him with a snort.
"Doubtful." The blond muttered, and Matt assumed it was to the 'kill you' portion.
"And i'm not a common prostitute! Go through the manager if you-" it seemed that the blond was more than used to things like that happening to him, but Matt wondered if he was used to being offered so much cash.
"Do you really want me to? Money isnt an issue for me with what I do, and you will get more by dealing with me directly. You get it all instead of a meager cut." Matt pulled out the remianing wad of cash, a thick roll of all hundreds.
"There is more than this if you let me have a night with you; and this is just what I had left from the casino." Matt withheld a smirk as blue eyes zeroed in on the cash. There was still the rebellion, the absolute 'no fucking way' in the blonds' eyes, but there was also the desire. Perhaps the blond needed the money? Matt didnt care one way or another so long as the blonds' answer was a yes.
The blond was silent for a while longer before he breathed out a sigh.
"Fucking hell... follow me."
-End Part 3-