Off With Your Head ( Casseh! )

[Elle Nora Taylor]

Off with your head,
To dance 'til you're dead

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

Elle was pretty sure her employer was a monster. An honest to God one. Especially at this moment, when he was wagging a bloated sausage link of a finger at her and his big, jiggling belly had threatened to touch hers when he was yelling and leaning toward her. Just, ewe. She wondered if there was a baby in there, because it seemed to be moving about all on its own. Or maybe it was one of those aliens that would pop out any minute. How nice would -that- be? Then she wouldn’t have to endure any more of his spittle landing on her cheek as he berated her for doing her job the best she could, considering.

“But he touched me inappropriately.” Elle said, quite softly because why raise her voice when he wasn’t really listening to her anyway. But he chose that particular moment to actually listen to her, and what a shame, because the very thing she was trying to defend; her honor, was the very thing he liked best to use as fuel against her.

“Bah, it MUST have been an accident then. Who would touch your boney ass on purpose, Bella?” The monster boss replied, grinning at her with a big rotten smile and a shove at her with one of the ringed sausage links. He called her Bella on purpose because he knew it wasn’t her name and she would always, always roll her eyes and correct him and he would laugh, and hug on his great big massive stomach roll and then snake his tongue across his lower lip like he was about to eat her up. Just…ewe. Again.
“That man says you dumped the drink in his lap on purpose so I had to comp. his meal. You cost me a whole twelve ninety-five and its going to come out of your check, missy.”

Elle couldn’t help but roll her blue eyes and smirk a little because, yeah, she had dumped the cold cola on him intentionally and boy, had it felt good.
Stupid, stupid girl and her inability to hide her secret delight. The boss caught the grin and his neck doubled in size and an angry purple vein erupted across his forehead. Duh-oh, Scooby, he the monster was mad. “Oh, you think that’s funny? Fine. You can stay an hour past your shift. No…two hours. I need someone to empty the fry grease.”

The wistful blonde didn’t argue, or even say a word. She knew better than that. Best work the extra hours and keep her mouth shut for now or stay and work a double, because he had ways of forcing that upon her when he was irritated. She could have walked out and quit, almost had a number of times, but really, she needed this job.
Of course Curran’s mother had offered part-time work at the book store but Elle clung to this last bit of independence she had, so that the family that had taken her in and the boy that had stolen her heart wouldn’t find her a useless, clingy responsibility. How awful would that be for the brand new, and undoubtedly intense relationship she had formed with the wolf and his pack?

So Elle held her tongue and watched him walk away, only then sticking out her tongue at him and sighing dramatically as she leaned against the counter that held the fry grease. It was going to be a long night. And, so…it was.

There were several occasions when Elle found bits in the fryer grease that looked awful suspicious. Something that she could have sworn was a human finger bone drifted to the top of the cooling sludge once the waitress had unplugged the machine, and she gagged, running to the wash room to be sick another time when she found something that looked like a wad of hair.
So maybe this whole notion of her employer being an ogre was not that far off. The bone could have belonged to a chicken. The hair…she didn’t even want to -think- what furry creature that pelt had melted off of. Just…ick.

Finally, the never-ending shift ended and Elle dashed out of the restaurant before she had even pulled the stained and stinking red and white checkered apron from across her middle. She was livid. The time bomb inside her had come to the very, very end of its short fuse and once she was out in the cool, clear air, she screamed. She really did. Loud and angry and only lacking the tears because after having cried so many of them at the beginning of her employment there she’d none left to cry.

She needed to breathe. And…maybe a drink. Her shrieking ended on a throaty cough as her sapphire gaze landed on the club just down the block from the all night diner. There was a crowd waiting outside to get in and suddenly, the guileless off-duty waitress wanted to be there. Where the people were pretty and they didn’t smell like meat or grease. Or pie even.

Elle wrinkled her nose and stormed off towards the neon glow of the sign and the pulse tugging bass coming from inside. She didn’t think twice about tossing her work apron in a big square bin as she passed it, and hoped the crusty spots on it might make a good meal for the rats and roaches dining within.
The doorman didn’t even see her sneak in behind the couple with the matching Mohawk styled hair-dos, and she shimmied up onto a stool at the bar and laid her blue jean jacket on the stool next to her.
“Give me your biggest, strongest drink.” Elle ordered like she knew what she was doin’. “And make it a double. And…make sure its kinda’ fruity so you can’t really taste the alcohol….”

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She just -knew- the bartender was about to card her. She just knew it.

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Partay like a rock star! Partay like a rock star!

If you were looking for a good time, you called up your next-door neighbor and went out for drinks. If you were looking for the time of your life all crammed into one night? You wanted to hook up with Cassidy White. The girl who could rock your world. Money alone gave her the privilege to do as she pleased, act as she pleased, and whenever she pleased. Your dreams at her finger tips..., or with the help of her black American Express card. Her whole life was the epitome of a party girl. You somehow get your mitts into her group and you wouldn’t want to leave, but nothing good lasts forever. For as much as she is generous with her time and money, her attention span lacked tremendously. So, even for one night you may believe that her world revolved around yours, the next day, you were but a faded face in a cloud of memories. A trail of broken hearts, or if you were lucky enough, a trail of fond memories left behind, Cassidy was always looking for the next best thing, and having yet to find her own place in this rotten world.

The lifestyle of Cassidy was enviable. From the outside, the girl had everything she could possibly dream of. The car. The house. The money. The school. The attention. The list went on for miles. She had everything. She could get anything. She was a spoiled little brat. More often than not she came off as a snob who thought rather highly of herself. She didn’t care what others thought of her. She did as she pleased and expected others to fulfill their parts in her endeavors. Growing up with money, having paid maids and servants to be raised by, being served everything on a silver platter, she didn’t know anything else. She couldn’t be completely blamed for the way her parents brought her up to be, brought her into their world without a second thought of what a child might actually need.

But in the midst of it all, Cassidy was not such a bad person. She only wanted to be happy and surround herself with people that appreciated her for who she was. She had a generous heart, despite her upbringing, but her generosity came with a price - your undivided attention. She could truly show you the world if you just gave her a little bit of what she wanted. Yet, again despite what she had to offer, she was disappointed time after time and she moved along.

Today was no particular day. She had went about her day fulfilling her father’s wishes, taking care of a few business matters that should’ve been left to better, older hands but if Cassidy was going to take after the business, her father thought best that she start young. But it could hardly be considered a hard day’s work, unlike what most people have to deal with on a daily basis.

Being underage was never an issue for Cassidy. Why card a girl if she could pay you to shut up? More often enough, she brought more business. People didn’t care for the law when it came down to doing good business. A drink in hand, her legs and arms wrapped around a pretty boy, moving her body to the beat of the music and not the boy, she glanced across the room and caught sight of a familiar face. A grin played her lips as her eyes twinkled with delight. She saw something she liked and she wanted it. Pushing the boy off of her without a seconds thought, she made her way towards a certain blonde at the bar.

She reached over the counter, taking the young bartender gently by the wrist and flashing him a winning smile. “Whatever this gorgeous lady wants, it’s on me.” With that, her interaction clearly done with the boy, she proceeded to ignore him as if he’d never existed, turning her attention to the girl in front of her. “Heeeyy,” she said smoothly with a grin, leaning towards Elle so that she could be clearly heard over the loud music. “Fancy running into you here,” then leaned over as she kissed her lightly on the cheek.

STATS
TAG ;; elle taylor
MUSE ;; sorreh...feel like i went all over the place w/ this one
WORDS ;; 720
CLOTHES ;; click to see outfit
THOUGHTS ;; meh
ANYTHING ELSE ;; n . a .

[Elle Nora Taylor]

Off with your head,
To dance 'til you're dead

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

It really sucked to be underage. All Elle wanted was something cold and tasty that would make her belly tingle and her head fuzzy and help her forget the smell of her employer and the sound of his cutting remarks in her ear. But she was very, very certain that was not going to happen tonight; not here at least, not with the lifted brow and smirk on the guy behind the bar. Her fingernails tapped nervously across the countertop and she swiveled in her stool a little and then found somewhere else to look so that perhaps he wouldn’t see how expectant she was for -his- request; proof of legal drinking age on her drivers license. The tapping nails grew quiet as they found a little plastic vessel set in front of her; containing lemons and cherries and little bitty umbrellas…
She plucked a cheery out and popped it into her mouth, followed it with a lemon and a wince and puckered mouth, and then began playing with one of the adorable drink umbrellas; a blue one. Open, close. Open, close. Open…hehe.

Finally the guileless teenager lifted her sapphire eyes to the bartender, who had lost the smirk and was now watching her with an expression like she was from another planet. “Oh…those are for you. For drinks…” Elle said quietly and her cheeks flamed deeply; the crimson staining her skin all the way up to the tender tips of her ears. “Um…toss a few in my drink…and I’ll use this one, thank you.” The lithe blonde whistled innocently and twirled the little paper brolly on the wooden countertop and wished the man would stop being such a stick-up-the-ass and give her something to drink already. Man, was her mouth ever dry!

What Elle totally wasn’t expecting was the little hurricane of the blonde to suddenly appear, distracting the tender from any argument he might have had with her moments ago with a determined order and a gregarious capture of his arm. The willowy off-duty waitress gasped, her eyes wide and startled, and suddenly even deeper a shade of scarlet when Cassidy leaned in to lay unexpected lips against her cheek. Elle’s hand absently lifted to the sacred spot and she was too stunned to reply for a moment; her reason suddenly absent as she tried to remember where she knew the woman from.

Ah, yes…it all came back to her as the waitress’ eyes landed on the impish smirk of the gorgeous blonde. The diner… a few days prior and one unforgettably embarrassing incident with a spilled salad and a lap. This woman’s lap.
But then she had acted as if the whole world had ended because of the ugly oil and vinegar stain on the designer outfit. As if there would be no forgiveness granted because of some disgusting limp lettuce on her expensive shoes. Sure Elle’s boss freaked her out…this lady? This lady had scared her to death.

“Oh…hi there, well…” Elle found her voice, but it was small and meek. She cleared her throat and was thankful for the girly pink and really tall glass that was set before her, so she wrapped her hands around the base and clung for dear life. “The diner is just a block over so…here I am.” She inhaled, and held it in, bending over the bar like your mother always told you -not- to do…bringing your lips to the straw instead of the straw to your lips. She quickly took several deep pulls from the pink concoction, choking as it stung at her throat and belly once it landed there. Tasty, it was, but it was hella’ potent as well.

And darn…did she feel so undressed and homely next to the striking blonde with hair like a waterfall of spun sunshine and an outfit straight out of, well, ELLE magazine.
The waitress sighed and serendipitously looked down at her own attire, screwing up her face with a wince.

“What are…you doing here?” Elle asked her absently, and then shook her head. No, no. that sounded so rude. Gawd, she wanted to make a better second impression than first and it was going horribly wrong. “I mean, how are you? I’m…so…so sorry for the other day. You know. The salad.” She whispered the latter, and then winced again. Why had she brought that up again?!


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“Diner? Right,” Cassidy just brushed off the comment as she eyed a new cute guy across the way and winked at him. She’d have to make a mental note to possibly do him later. Possibly. She’d see where things went with this blonde first. She took a sip of the drink in her hand, a bright blue concoction she knew she could’ve made better but was not willing to swing over the bar to make it herself in that outfit. Cassidy’s goal for the moment was to get a few strong ones into the girl, loosen her up a little and then they’d have fun.

Finally, after a moment, she returned her gaze to the lovely blonde girl. She quirked a brow at her query. Anyone who knew Cassidy knew that she loved to have a good time and clubbin’, hitting bars, that sorts was her thing. But soon enough her lips turned up into a grin. “I haven’t a clue what you are talking about, love,” she shrugged and took another sip of her drink. To be honest, it was a good thing that Cassidy did not remember their first encounter. The reason Cassidy even approached Elle was because she only recognized her face in the moment that she saw her. Elle was just a cute little thing. Peering at her, dressed in ... well, modestly to say the least but cute. The simplicity of it was sexy. Cassidy just knew she wanted to get her hands on that. It really didn’t matter where they had met, actually it worked in Elle’s favor. Before her arrival, the bartender was surely to card her and in a matter of minutes would have been escorted outdoors. But also, if Cassidy did truly remember the salad incident, not only would she have not come over to say hello, she would’ve seen to it that the girl was kicked out. She didn’t do well to people screwing up their jobs. Call her cold hearted ... but she was.

She leaned forward, to say in her ear and to not have to yell over the loud noise. “You’re here for a good time, aren’t you? Let me help you forget all your worries, and we shall have some fun!” she pulled slightly away, just to peer at the bartender again. She waved two fingers at him, beckoning his attention. “Another for ...” she peered back at Elle. “What is your name darling?”

STATS
TAG ;; elle taylor
MUSE ;; tis short, sorry
WORDS ;; xxx
CLOTHES ;; click to see outfit
THOUGHTS ;; meh
ANYTHING ELSE ;; got school on mah mind (equals) kill of muse xD

[Elle Nora Taylor]

Off with your head,
To dance 'til you're dead

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

Elle was quite thankful the dazzling golden-haired woman didn’t remember the salad mishap; sitting up with a little more confidence and smiling around the straw that was still stuck in between her lips. It was really, really good; that drink, and the off-duty waitress found she had nearly finished half off it without even realizing it, or the fact that her head was quickly turning fuzzy.
Twirling the red straw in her cocktail and letting her sapphire eyes stray in the direction the girl’s had gone, Elle found the group of men Cassidy was looking at and blushed, for they had noticed as well and were now ogling the blonde and waving trying to regain the attention they had lost once she turned her interest back on the girl.

Coughing a little when she seemed to reach the bottom where all the liquor had settled in the fruity pink potion, Elle’s cheeks tinted when Cassie leaned over to speak into her ear over the music about coming here to have a good time.
Honestly, all the guileless girl had planned on was having maybe one drink to calm her nerves and then getting on her way since she never really drank that often and didn’t have a high tolerance for the stuff, but the impish look in the woman’s crystalline eyes was contagious, and for a moment Elle felt pluckier than she really was.

“Yeah…yeah I am.” The blonde answered with an elfin grin to match Cassie’s and quickly glanced at the bartender who had dutifully started making drink number two. “My name is Elle…and you’re….Cassidy, right?” She rubbed at her temple absently and then shrugged, the light-headedness beginning to set in and making it very hard to reflect on the fail of their first meeting. “I remember the name from your credit card. Not the number though. It’s not -that- great a memory…‘specially after one of these…which is AWESOME by the way…” Elle twirled her straw in her nearly empty drink and didn’t even realize she was prattling on like she tended to do. She stuck the straw between her lips again and slurped down the rest, giggling quietly at the sound, and then smiled brightly when the tender placed the new drinks before them. “Oh….thanks.” She told him and stuck her fingers into the drink, sans manners, to fish out the cherry which she then popped in her mouth. The umbrella in the glass this time was a red one, and she fished that one out too and stuck it in the hair behind her ear.

“So….” She grinned at the woman, letting her azure eyes travel down the woman’s flawless frame and back up to her perfect hair before hiding her embarrassment by shoving the straw between her lips again, chewing a little this time. “What do you do Cassie? Go to school? Work? Model?” Elle said the latter word with a slight sheepish smile and rolled the straw with her tongue before taking a long pull. Damn. Was it getting hot in here? Man, did her head feel really hazy.


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“Elle,” Cassidy smirked as she gazed her once more before drawing her eyes back up to her face. “That’s right, love,” taking another drink and at the same time waving for another. Even as she removed the straw from between her lips, she still had a few more good sips before needing another but Cassidy liked to be prepared. And in that moment, slightly distracted to really take note of what she was prattling on about but grinned at her. “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” she leaned forward and kissed Elle lightly on the cheek. “It’s sexy,” she whispered into Elle’s ear, letting her breath tickle her skin before pulling back. She grinned back as she took a sip of her drink, finishing it up in a matter of seconds before reaching out to grab her second AMF.

Cassidy leant her head back as she let out a slight laugh. Oh, yeah, this girl was a keeper. “Lets not talk about nonsense like that,” she reached forward, letting her hand slide gently down Elle’s arm and down to her hand as she grasped it gently in hers. “I want to get to know you. Let your body go, lose yourself a little. I can tell you had a long hard day,” she said as she started to back up into the crowd of people dancing, gently pulling at Elle’s arm to follow suit.

STATS
TAG ;; elle taylor
MUSE ;; sorreh tis so short!
WORDS ;; so short, why bother??
CLOTHES ;; click to see outfit
THOUGHTS ;; meh
ANYTHING ELSE ;; n . a .

[Elle Nora Taylor]

Off with your head,
To dance 'til you're dead

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

Elle had never been accused of having the most reliable memory, so when Cassie confirmed that -was- indeed her name, the willowy blonde girl smiled wide and bright. If she hadn’t been in the presence of the aforementioned party, the off-duty waitress might have even done a little ‘proud of herself bounce’, but since she -did- have the company, she settled for a beam and a quiet chortle around the cocktail straw.
Elle had never expected to end up with a companion tonight, especially not one as charming and sophisticated as this woman, but right about now she was awfully glad. It was nice to know that the spilled salad faux pas hadn’t been permanently etched onto the lady’s memory and apparently she’d been able to get that oily stain out. Thank goodness. She had worried about that until her fingernails were all chewed down to the quick.

When the golden haired goddess leaned in and commented on Elle’s cuteness, a snort escaped her nose and she turned seven shades of beet red, pulling back slightly when Cassidy proceeded to leave a parting kiss on her cheek and call her sexy.
Sexy? Was she out of her mind? Oh, wait…no…she was probably drunk. That had to be it.
No one had ever accused the lanky blonde of being sexy besides Curran, and Elle suspected that was only because she had made it obvious to her boyfriend that a lack of cleavage and curves made her insecure sometimes.

Tucking a stray fall of spun gold behind her ear, Elle lowered her head and blushed deeper, taking in as many heavy gulps of her drink as she could before the brain freeze set in. Immediately following the guzzling Elle moaned and brought a hand to her temple, rubbing out a gnarly sting that had settled there.
The pain in her head was only a slight distraction from how Cass was making her feel like a celebrity crushing teenager, and she shuddered at the sensation of the woman’s warm fingertips whispering down the length of her arm.

“I…I don’t know Cass…I’m not much of a dancer.” She told the woman as she was easily dragged towards the floor. And it was no lie. She’d never really enjoyed the activity, save for with Curran every once in a while. Elle lacked the grace and ability to find the beat in music that most people had and often times found herself the center of attention due to her twitchy, awkward movements. Casting one glance backward the ringlet-haired girl reached out to grasp her drink, hauling it with them to the center of the wooden dance floor.
Once there Elle was struck like a deer in the headlights. Her sapphire eyes were wide as she took in the awfully close, gyrating bodies all around them. Girls with necklines down to there and skirts so short you could see (whisper) vag writhed against men that looked so hot they were about to explode. Other people danced as singles, but looked as if they’d been in the exotic dancing business since hitting puberty. Elle felt rather…inadequate.

“I have had a hard day…” She told Cassie over the music, kind of jerking her head back and forth as bought the cocktail glass up to her lips to chug down the rest of the ruby colored liquid. Finishing it off in three heavy gulps the blonde coughed and then giggled, feeling dizzy almost immediately after placing the empty glass on the tray of a passing beer girl. For now her inadequacy was replaced by liquid courage and with a goofy smile Elle began snapping her fingers and doing what could only be described as an act of random jerky movements.



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Cassidy was in fact, slightly intoxicated. She was already working on her second AMF and by the end of that drink, depending on how long it took her to finish such divine blue liquid determined her next move. By repetition of history, she generally went home with the other person and pretty much got down and dirty. That was all Cassidy White was looking for on a night like this. On most nights. A good time to drown out her life. And only heaven forbid her from what she wanted. Damn heaven to hell.

She let her fingertips graze lightly down the sweet soft skin of Elle’s arm. One of many things she loved about the female form. Such lusciously soft skin to entice her senses and lure her in. Like silk, she only wanted to feel the touch all over her skin. She imagined pressing herself against the bare skin of a blonde she wished to stand before her again. To work her body into a sweat of heat and passion. She could positively feel it at the mere thought and it sent waves of excitement to the one place she allowed the world. She wanted the touch so badly, that she decidedly chose to ignore the little noise her nose made. Though slightly cute, it wasn’t sexy. The moan that was evoked by the chill of the drink more readily made Cassidy think about making Elle hit her climax and her body shudder with pleasure.

Cassidy swayed her body to the music. Although she enjoyed dirty dancing, she knew how to move her body properly. One of the many meaningless lessons she took as a child. Slowly letting the beat of the music consume her, she fell deaf to everything else around her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let her free hand roam lightly against her own body, emphasizing the shape of her figure. She took a deep breath in, the heavy musty air filling her nostrils and lungs as she opened her eyes to see the girl snapping. She let out a slight laugh and eyes roamed the taller figure before she took an assertive step forward. Hooking Elle around the waist and pulling her close, she gazed up with confidently dark eyes. “We can always find a more private activity if you’d like,” she whispered softly into her ear with an impish smile crooking the corners of her lips.

STATS
TAG ;; elle taylor
MUSE ;; =P
WORDS ;; xxx
CLOTHES ;; click to see outfit
THOUGHTS ;; meh
ANYTHING ELSE ;; n . a .

[Elle Nora Taylor]

Off with your head,
To dance 'til you're dead

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

The music twisted itself slowly around the young blonde until it begun to move her limbs a little slower; arms lifting towards the flashing disco ball in the ceiling and hips swiveling in sync with the rhythm. The low exotic pound of the drum base drove her heart beat until she swore she could feel it, and the electronic accompaniments speed through her veins like liquid lightening. She was actually dancing like a woman should. Not sexy, but not the funky chicken she’d done moments before.

The feel of Cassie’s fingertips whispering across the smooth skin of her upper arm made Elle shiver a little, and prying her eyes open to take it all in, her cheeks flushed crimson at the sight of her new friend dancing alone. As if the black number she was wearing hadn’t made her striking curves and ample chest obvious, the sight of the woman’s tawny hands writing love poetry over her body certainly did. Once more the willowy blonde felt beyond inadequate and she sighed a little as her hand rose to her own slight chest.

Ah, well…she was here to have fun and get her mind off things, not win an award for sexy, and so she resumed the funky chicken until the music could work its way around her once more.
The rhythm hardly had time to infect her random movements before Cass wound an arm around Elle’s thin waist to draw her closer, and her sapphire eyes shot open and mouth dropped in an audible gasp, surprised, but too guileless to understand the woman’s meaning.

“What?” Elle shouted over the loud noise, leaning down and trying to make sense of what the woman had proposed “You want to do what? Play solitaire?” Elle grinned silly and shook her blonde ringlets, -this- close to honking Cassie on the nose. “Noo….I’m okay…I’m having fun. You can really dance!”
And she proceeded to shake her groove thing against the sexy blonde; not in the same way that Cassidy would have done, but in a wholly innocent, can’t really dance to save her life kind of way.

“Get down Casseh! Get dooooown!” And that’s what she did, going low, low low low.




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Cassidy White was a generous woman, but she was not one for patience or understanding. She was known for her quip remarks that stung like a bee to no regard of its effects. There was too much to do in so little time, she wasn’t going to diddle and daddle with things that annoyed her. Twas the reason she could move on so quickly without remorse or regret. Her love would be captured by another individual and until that diminished, she’d devote her time and energy in nothing else. That was her wish for this girl. Her blonde curls that cascaded down the petite frame. The feel of her soft touch. Those lush lips that invited Cassidy to nibble at them.

Accentuating her sexuality, to make aware of her intentions, most men would have carried her off to the nearest bathroom stall, but with females, it was something more. It took more and Cassidy was up for the challenge. Peering at Elle with a grin that played her lips, Cassidy advanced. Seeing the affects of the alcohol loosen the limbs of her counterpart, she smirked and let out a slight laugh drowned by the thunder of the music. A beat that continued to run through her body as she snaked her arm around Elle’s thin waist.

Cassidy could almost lick her lips, bringing herself that much closer. The surprise in her eyes only excited her. Seduced into thinking she could have her way, Cassidy’s brows furrowed in the middle as confusion flooded her.

She pulled back from her, loosening her embrace around the girl and peered into her face with a slight displeased expression. Letting her hand fall from Elle’s waist, she tilted her head to the side in wonderment. Solitaire?! Her mind was completely dumbfounded at the thought and it took her a moment to collect herself together and to display her disappointment. Shaking her head slightly, her curls bounced back and forth. Her lips tightly pressed together, curled up as she took a few steps back. Her eyes roaming what could’ve been something fun. What a shame it was, and in the act of her dismay, she reached with one hand to her side, eyes still focused on Elle and grabbed the genitals of the man idly dancing next to her, giving them a light squeeze and pressing them into his body. She smirked and before either he or Elle could react, she turned around and headed in the opposite direction. Either she was going to get the hint, or let her walk away.

STATS
TAG ;; elle taylor
MUSE ;; =P
WORDS ;; xxx
CLOTHES ;; click to see outfit
THOUGHTS ;; meh
ANYTHING ELSE ;; n . a .