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humanelemental.livejournal.comShe knew way to well the dangers of going to skeevey bars when there's a job to be done -- she also knows that's where she's most likely going to be able to relax. There's always tomorrow, something in her head rings. The thing could wait, she needed her rocks off -- if not, well then she'd be sloppy worried about Dave. That's why she's there, leaning over the pool table, pool-cue in her hand and taking a shot, showing off her ass in a pair of jeans while men and women gawked at her. She's playing against some nameless biker who's probably old enough to be her Daddy. She's not interested in him, even though he's interested in the girl playing pool shark with the best ass he'd probably ever see in those types of jeans.
To hell if he thinks she's going to let him get between her thighs for a ride, she's not there trolling for someone like him -- hell, she's just there waiting for some random guy who could end up looking gross. There's always other options to the biker, who's staring at the freckles on her chest. She gives him a little peak of black lace and takes her shot. He's too busy staring -- but she just took out one of the stripes and moves onto another one. Two stripes left and then the black -- he has most of his on the table and Ace doesn't fucking care. The 200 dollars that's up for grabs if she wins would go a long way and flirting with the guy is a good way to distract the fuck out of him.
She's true to her word, black vest, low-cut blue tanktop -- black hair swept up showing a tiny spade tattooed on the back of her neck. She knows that she's got everyones attention, a tiny little thing, new to the area, fresh meat and all she did was rolled her ass in to the bar like she owned it.
Steal-toes on her feet and people are too busy watching her to wonder what a innocent defenseless woman would be doing in that seedy bar when there's a much better one closer to the center of town. Better means more expensive, she would reason, pushing herself flush against the table and taking another shot, she barely misses and sighs, gesturing to the male to take his. He barely steps closer before Ace is pushing away from the pool table and swaying herself over to where her green jacket was, digging into the pocket and searching for another twenty.
She doesn't really notice at first when a cute girl -- barely 21, she'd think, stumbles up and offers her a beer shyly. Ace blinks a few times, then allowed a cocky grin crawl over her face as she inspects the woman. Sexy, she licked her lips and for a few moments, she thinks that the girl would look pretty with her brown hair sprawled out on her bed, begging and gasping for more as a pink tongue lapped at her more sensitive parts. She knows there's an offer here and she's almost tempted to take that offer that the cutie is putting on the table, but instead, she takes the beer and leans in close to the girls ear, filling it with a gentle rumble of; "Waiting for someone, cutie, if he doesn't show in the next 2 hours, of course I'll take you back home and make sure you scream." She kisses her cheek and the girl, blushing, stumbles away, leaving Ace to pocket the money and grin after her.
It's then the biker calls for her attention -- he made it easier for her, she notes. He hit his ball and couldn't get it in the corner pocket and the white ball was in this amazing position, she licks her lips almost happily, sauntering towards the pool table and leans over it.
She wins the game, the two hundred dollars burning a hole in her pocket and she can't help but almost want to ask the sucker to play again. She can taste easy money almost too clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't, instead she leans against the pool table, pool-cue besides her and downs her whiskey, then half of the beer. Somewhere in the back of her head she thinks that she should know better than to take offered drinks, she doesn't know what the girl could've put in the beer.
If the girl wanted her, all she'd have to do was wait for Ben to show up and see if he was her type... Hell, she doubts that the girl would even need it. Drugging her would only take away from the whole adventure; what's good with a unresponsive bed partner anyways?
She almost purrs when the music changes -- a good song for a good night, it could only get better from here.
To hell if he thinks she's going to let him get between her thighs for a ride, she's not there trolling for someone like him -- hell, she's just there waiting for some random guy who could end up looking gross. There's always other options to the biker, who's staring at the freckles on her chest. She gives him a little peak of black lace and takes her shot. He's too busy staring -- but she just took out one of the stripes and moves onto another one. Two stripes left and then the black -- he has most of his on the table and Ace doesn't fucking care. The 200 dollars that's up for grabs if she wins would go a long way and flirting with the guy is a good way to distract the fuck out of him.
She's true to her word, black vest, low-cut blue tanktop -- black hair swept up showing a tiny spade tattooed on the back of her neck. She knows that she's got everyones attention, a tiny little thing, new to the area, fresh meat and all she did was rolled her ass in to the bar like she owned it.
Steal-toes on her feet and people are too busy watching her to wonder what a innocent defenseless woman would be doing in that seedy bar when there's a much better one closer to the center of town. Better means more expensive, she would reason, pushing herself flush against the table and taking another shot, she barely misses and sighs, gesturing to the male to take his. He barely steps closer before Ace is pushing away from the pool table and swaying herself over to where her green jacket was, digging into the pocket and searching for another twenty.
She doesn't really notice at first when a cute girl -- barely 21, she'd think, stumbles up and offers her a beer shyly. Ace blinks a few times, then allowed a cocky grin crawl over her face as she inspects the woman. Sexy, she licked her lips and for a few moments, she thinks that the girl would look pretty with her brown hair sprawled out on her bed, begging and gasping for more as a pink tongue lapped at her more sensitive parts. She knows there's an offer here and she's almost tempted to take that offer that the cutie is putting on the table, but instead, she takes the beer and leans in close to the girls ear, filling it with a gentle rumble of; "Waiting for someone, cutie, if he doesn't show in the next 2 hours, of course I'll take you back home and make sure you scream." She kisses her cheek and the girl, blushing, stumbles away, leaving Ace to pocket the money and grin after her.
It's then the biker calls for her attention -- he made it easier for her, she notes. He hit his ball and couldn't get it in the corner pocket and the white ball was in this amazing position, she licks her lips almost happily, sauntering towards the pool table and leans over it.
She wins the game, the two hundred dollars burning a hole in her pocket and she can't help but almost want to ask the sucker to play again. She can taste easy money almost too clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't, instead she leans against the pool table, pool-cue besides her and downs her whiskey, then half of the beer. Somewhere in the back of her head she thinks that she should know better than to take offered drinks, she doesn't know what the girl could've put in the beer.
If the girl wanted her, all she'd have to do was wait for Ben to show up and see if he was her type... Hell, she doubts that the girl would even need it. Drugging her would only take away from the whole adventure; what's good with a unresponsive bed partner anyways?
She almost purrs when the music changes -- a good song for a good night, it could only get better from here.
