Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 18, 2015 14:27:16 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you
,where you been?
I could show you incredible things
... Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought oh my god
look at that face, you look like my next mistake
... Love's a game, wanna play."
Ana loved this part, up on stage where only a beautiful fur coat with all eyes on her and the band play and she did want she was born to do. Because she wasn't just a singer she was so much more than that, she was a performer and knew exactly how to play to the crown. And as the music swelled she dropped the coat and she was in her tiny little flapper dress. Her legs exposed, long and perfect, arms bare and everything about her just scream sex appeal which of course got some cheers from the crown and she moved down into the audience sitting in the lap of the nearest man. She pulled on his tie some before leaning into him a little more.
'New money, suit and tie
....I can read you like a magazine"
She did this for a while moving through the crowned taking time to do what the men love to see. And that's when he eyes fell on Heath. Oh this could be fun. After the trouble he had been giving her she could do with ruffling his feather a little bit. He was leaning up against the bar so she walked over and took a seat next to him. He hand reach for his tie pulling him over to her as she let her hand run over his chest.
"Cause we're young and we're reckless
we'll take this way too far. It'll leave you breathless
or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
they'll tell you I'm insane
But I got a blank space baby
and I'll... write your name"
At that point she leaned in to kiss him right on the lips but at the last second she moved and kissed his cheek before getting up and bowing. Ana did what every singer then does, look humble and grateful as you say thank and blow kisses and she head back to the dressing room with a smile on her face. God she loved getting under Heath's skin like that.
And now with her numbers all done for the evening she was free to head to the bar and work the scene for a little bit as they say. Should at least be interesting it always was. And if she did her job right maybe just maybe she could be done with this for good.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 18, 2015 19:04:44 GMT -5
After quite the fucking annoyance the night before had been, Heath had found himself, once again, between the walls of the O'Brien speak-easy for the fourth night straight. Normally, since he knew the bitch who liked to test him would be there as well, he would have avoided it and taken a break from such troubles...but, as usual, his work was the most important obligation in his life, and it just so happened that his work lead him back to the Irish lounge for the evening. A man by the name of Mr. Davidson was in proper need of a "large stash" as he put it, "as soon as possible". Those four words were the only motivation Heath needed to decide to return to the lounge that very night.
The tall, long-haired woman he had gotten into it with the night before was, with no surprise, right up on stage singing her little song with no care in the world. Heath had decided when he arrived to stay back in the shadows that surrounded the bar, and that's just what he did. As an hour passed, he leisurely and casually peered, studied, and made small-talk with other occupants of the bar from time to time, while enjoying a cocktail or two himself. It was nearly ten in the evening when a bald, bulky man approached him and addressed himself as "Donald Davidson" before leaning in closer proximity to ask about the precious bag of "stuff" he had came for. Heath then pulled away and casually pulled a small knapsack from the pocket of his jacket, quickly exchanging the small bag for a wad of cash; and, just like that, the deed had been done.
It had been another half hour or so before he decided to collect himself and finish his drink before leaving for the night. His intentions were quickly re-routed though as the girl he scuffled with previously slowly approached him from the stage in a seductive, risqué manner. Raising a sculpted eyebrow, he listened to the amused chuckles and whistles of other men around him as the young woman stopped in front of him, only to run a clean, soft hand down the front of his shirt. Being all too familiar with the technique of seduction, Heath simply stood with a stagnant expression on his facd, and almost had the urge to push the girl off of him...that was, until, she ever so cunningly planted a fiery, fast kiss on his mouth. He had been quite clearly caught by surprise, and before he could react in a way he normally would, the girl had pulled away and walked off. His gaze stayed glued to her and her body as she swayed back towards the stage, and he licked his lips brusquely as her song ended and the lounge erupted in applause.
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It was now one in the morning; clearly the closing time of the lounge...but for Heath, there was no way he'd be leaving...at least, he wouldn't be leaving any time soon. As the last intoxicated man stumbled out of the front doors, Heath tossed a bit of money at the main bartender, then motioned to the back, to which the bartender simply grabbed the cash greedily and then nodded his head. With a quick flick of his wrist, Heath strided ahead of his bodyguard, Joey, and made his way to the back room of the lounge. It was dark, and slightly dank, but it didn't bug him as much as he thought it would. Instead, what really annoyed him was the fact that the dressing room door, which had been the last door on the left side of the room, was sealed shut. He stood there silently for a second, then, with a Jeri of his head, Heath silently motioned for Joey to knock on the door to the dressing room for him.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 18, 2015 20:05:59 GMT -5
"Anastasia Andrushkiv I don't know how you do it." The Bass player said and she blushed and she looked down at her vanity. She wasn't really one to blush but some boys like that you know. They want the shy bashful girl and she was willing to play that part if it got her what she wanted. "Really like... I don't know how you do it." He said again and she stood up, wrapping her robe around her as walked over to Andrew and took his hands.
"Oh you are such a doll Andrew." She said kissing him on the cheek and the boy blushed. Oh he was so young and so cute, when he finally realized what sort of life he was getting into that smile and blush would fade right quick. Poor thing he was still so wide eyed and her wide eyes had died so long ago, but you know what she did not miss those days. Because now she was in control of everything. She was in control of this and her career and... okay she wasn't in control of the other stuff but you know she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
"I hope you don't think it rude Anastasia but may I... could I..." Oh was he trying to ask if he could spend the night with her? How sweet was he. She almost felt bad knowing that she was going to break his heart... She pressed a finger to his lips and then kissed him deeply. His lips were so warm and sweet, his hand then pulled at the ties of her robe and it slipped to the floor, leaving her in just her lingerie when then was a knock on the doorand she groaned. "I'm busy!" Anna called out but joey seemed to be having none of it.
"It's important Miss Andrushkiv."
She rolled her eyes and kissed Andrew one last time before heading over to the door and pulling it open. "Yes?" Her eyes wander from Joey to the man standing behind her and she put her hands on her hips. A smirk played on her face and she looked him up and down. "Why hello Heath. Come to tell me off again? Or did my little show get you all excited and you came back for more?"
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 18, 2015 20:19:38 GMT -5
As the seconds passed with no response, Heath found himself growing increasingly perturbed. Who the hell did this girl think she was, trying to stand him up? Clearly, she had a brain so it was obvious she knew exactly who he was...right? With an antsy sigh and a roll of his eyes, the sound of the creaky door opened with a single yank, and that was when Heath finally walked up to stand next to Joey.
His eyes weren't on the door long, as right then he noticed the young woman, poised and blushing and...well, fucking sexy standing in front of him clad in nothing but what seemed to be a provacative piece of lingerie. Try as he might, Heath couldn't help but let his eyes glide slowly down the front of her body, and it wasn't until he heard her voice did he actually look back up to meet her eyes. Resuming his professional, calm demeanor, he let out a loud chuckle, then pushed the door to her dressing room open a bit wider, letting himself in while Joey kept his spot right outside the doorframe.
"Please, miss, don't flatter yourself too much. I'm just simply here to compliment you on your obvious talents," he said before pulling out a fifty dollar bill, waving it lightly between his fingers. "I hope you'll accept my more than generous tip."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 18, 2015 22:25:58 GMT -5
She could feel his eyes racking over her as she smiled and leaned up against the door jam. He eyes glanced back at the boy who was standing there looking rather upset and scared. Poor boy probably didn't want to be caught by Heath and she couldn't blame him, he was just a little thing and well Heath was scary and kind of his boss so. Ana walked over to Andrew and gave him one last kiss before saying "I'll see you around okay... but not tonight." Because Heath was standing right there and she had the feeling he was going to want to take up most of her time.
So after Andrew made his way out of her room and she was left with Heath Ana picked her robe back up off and pulled it on. With the belt tied firmly around her thin waist she closed the door once Heath and stepped into the room.
"My obvious talents? But you haven't slept with me yet." Then he pulled a crisp clean fifty dollar bill out from his pocket and held it up for her to take. She eyed the money before taking in and slipping it into her bra. She didn't really want to take the money but... that was next month rent money. "Only because I will never turn my nose up at money so what do you want or was coming in here and ruining my little hook up just so you can give me a fifty dollar bill it?"
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 18, 2015 22:50:16 GMT -5
Heath eyed the smaller, younger looking boy who shared the room with the vote of them, and with an amused, yet intimidating smirk, he jerked his head towards the doorway. He listened to Joey shuffle around behind him, as he no doubt helped escort the blushing, red beet of a poor little pick out of the dressing room. Once he was sure the door was sealed shut and they were alone, then, and only then did he allow the young woman to pull the money from in between his fingers and into her own bra. Letting his gaze linger on her chest for a few moments, Heath eventually composed himself and let out a dull, loud sigh and began to encircle the small room slowly.
He chuckled, glancing up at the ceiling above them as he completed the first circle around the room. "As I've told you before, doll...don't flatter yourself too much. I don't just fuck anyone, though I know I could if I wanted to, considering women practically pull me into their beds from time to time," Heath drawled in a smooth tone, drawing out his words for effect. "But," he paused, stopping in front of her, "that's not the point. The reason I'm here is because I'd like to hire you for a night. I am throwing my little sister a late birthday celebration this weekend, and I only want the best entertainment at her get together. How much would you like for the whole night?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 19, 2015 0:08:02 GMT -5
"As I've told you before, doll...don't flatter yourself too much."
"Oh believe me babycakes I'm not." She said with a slightly glare as the smirk she normally always wears fell from his face. Oh if only he knew what she has done and who she has done to get here. He would be shocked, and he would not be passing up and evening with her. Or then again... this could just be his way of getting under her skin by refusing to sleep with her. Well many she just needed to turn up the heat because clearly there were something about her that got him excited. His eyes continued to look over her and she smiled as she walked right up to him, her hands falling onto his chest as she batted her eyelashes "They why are you here because right now you are wasting my time and my time is a very important thing."
That wasn't meant to be a joke or a little quip because her time really was important. There was a hell of alot she needed to be doing and well the longer she was here with him the less she was out there possibly taking this place down. She looked up at him waiting for his reason when he said he wanted to hire her to sing at his sister's birthday. Well she wasn't going to turn her nose up at a job like that.
"Seventy five in cold hard cash. And I'll throw in a quickie for you now if you want." She said her finger pulling on his tie some as her fingers worked at the button of his shirt. "What do you say Heath. Like I said in that song, I can show you incredible things."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 19, 2015 0:25:04 GMT -5
So, it was settled then. The girl would, in fact, come to Tobi's party to sing...and for a mere seventy five dollars? Heath wanted to laugh. That was close to nothing. If he could get her to sing for an entire night for under one-hundred, the cunning side of him wondered what else she'd be willing to do. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that she was pretty damn proactive nearly all of the time...not that he was complaining, but girls who constantly felt the need or the urge to rake themselves over him could be a bit too much. Still though, it had, in fact, been a long day...and here was a girl before him that was willing to please him for free. Why the hell would he pass that up?
He lashed a hand up to grasp her own, then pulled it away from his shirt, keeping his gaze on her own. "Fine then," Heath replied, stepping back away from her and towards one of the many chairs of the room. "Amuse me."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 19, 2015 15:48:19 GMT -5
She had gotten all the button on his shirt, undone. His chest was exposed as she titled her head and looked over him. Not bad not bad at all. Her robe was starting to slip off her body again and she didn't bother to fix it. His hand lashed out for her and she gasped as he gripped her, a small moan left her lips. God that as hot, she loved a man that was willing to take control during sex, added a little air of danger to it all.
Anastasia was about to go in for the kiss when he moved and took a seat in a near by stuffed chair. He wanted her to amuse him? Oh she would amuse him alright. "Mhm I thought you would never ask babycakes." She said with a wink before turning her back to him and slowly untying her robe as it slipped back onto the ground. Soon her bra and panties followed as she turned around and got down onto her hands and knees. Crawling over to him she looked up and with that perfect sultry voice of her with just a hint of her russian accent slipping though she said. "Let me make your night Daddy..."
Skillful hands moved up to undo his pants, pulling them down along with just underwearing exposing his lenght. Oh wow... not bad at all. Ana smiled before kissing over it and then slowly taking him in her mouth.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 19, 2015 16:41:25 GMT -5
Without so much as a second passing after he had finished speaking, the girl before him slowly began to tease him by stripping off her clothes, one item at a time. Heath, the ever-so professional man that he was, controlled the emotions that exposed themselves on his face. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this woman was indee beautiful, but he had to remain the one in control during their little soiree together. There was no way he was just going to let some sexy little minx ruin him in a single night. No, he was more of a man than that.
Still though, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to the sight of a naked woman in front of him. His eyes, brooding and lowly, eyed her from head to toe at the slowest pace imaginable. If there had been a woman ever close to perfect in his eyes, it had to be her. He had been so entranced with her figure, that he barely noticed her crawling up next to him, whispering into his ear, then hastily and expertly working at the fastenings of his pants. His eyes widened a bit as she pulled the opening down a bit, revealing his pulsing length. Heath silently cursed himself for so easily showing his arousal, but his thoughts quickly vanished as she teased him, then engulfed him in her warm mouth.
"Ah, fuck..." he groaned lightly, closing his eyes and slowly reaching up to rest a hand on her head.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 19, 2015 18:35:34 GMT -5
He was trying so hard to resist her, to keep a straight face and act like he wasn't going to give in to her "charm" as she called it. But his body gave him away before she could count to ten. And she loved it. She loved the power she had over him right now, how he would do anything for her if she asked so long as she kept this up. His hand came up and got all tangled in her hair and she smiled, the sounds of his moans were the only thing that filled the air right now as she ran her hands along his thighs. God she always loved doing this, she knew that there wasn't another woman in this bar that was a good as her and could give him a night like this. She was the only one who knew just what to do to get under the skin and never leave.
She felt him twitch and throb as her tongue ran over his length and she let him work his way into the back of her throat. Ana kept this on for a while before finally slowly kissing back up his body and smiling when she nibbled on his ear, straddling his lap as she kept him pressed close to her body. "So am I still just flattering myself? Or am I as good as I say I am?" She said keeping her body pressed against his.
Now the rest of the evening was up to him. He could leave her here, naked with a hard on or he could fuck her senseless and then she would know that she had won. But it was in his hands now, she was here in his lap and waiting. A few deep kisses as she bite lightly on his lower lip, gently tugging some before saying. "Don't you want me daddy?"
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 19, 2015 19:21:53 GMT -5
What the fuck was happening to him? This obviously hadn't been the first time a woman had aggressively come onto him. Hell, in fact, she had probably been the tenth one that had practically bloody mauled him that week. Usually, he had no problems standing up and walking away from eagerly willing women, but this girl....damn, she was different. The way she moved her mouth over him was enough to make him almost bust right then and there. If he could have the ability to control his body, he completely would have, but that obviously wasn't the case.
The girl continued to work her mouth up and over his chest before leaning up to nibble softly on his ear lobe. He grunted lightly, feeling himself grow more aroused by the minute. That was when he realized that there was no just getting up and walking away from the situation or this girl...so, since he knew he'd be staying for at least, a little while, Heath had to take control. He was not going to let her do anything more to him. That's not how things worked.
"Yeah," he replied in a husky tone before pushing her back a bit and standing to his feet. "I do want you. Fucking bad. But, there's only one way this evening will go, and that's with me in charge. I don't allow women to fuck me any way they please." His tone was sharp, yet sultry, and his eyes dropped to her lips before hastily lunging forward, pressing his mouth hungrily against hers, and using his body to push her backwards toward a red, velvet covered sofa.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 19, 2015 20:02:09 GMT -5
"I do want you. Fucking bad."
She couldn't help it, she smirk because she knew she had him in the palm of her tiny russian hands and that is exactly what she needed. See Heath might think she is just some silly flapper girl but she was so much more than that and this hold she had over him was more valuable that the seventy five he was going to give her for singing at some sister birthday party. He pushed her off of him and stood up as she looked up at him, her hazel eyes filled with all sort of desires. Fuck me eyes, she called them, same once she get's while singing.
Oh Heath, poor thing thought she would just give up what she just won because he asked. "Babycakes you aren't my first rodeo so I will fuck you however I goddamn please, and you can take it or leave it." She didn't care if his tone was sharp and threaten, in fact she kind of liked it. It was hot when a man wanted to take over but she couldn't let that happen all easy like. She is not the kind of girl you walk over, she had the world in the palm of her hands and she doesn't give in.
He then jumped her, moving right ontop of her and pushing her onto a soft red couch as she moaned and arched her back into him. His lips where sweet and hot as he kissed her with a sort of passion she hadn't felt in a long time. "Heath..." She moaned softly, fingers lost in her hair and she gave a tug "I am going to fuck you so hard you are never going to be happy with another girl again." It was not the most lady like thing to say but she isn't a fucking lady now is she. She is sweat and sex appeal, raw lust and desire and she fucks the way she wants to. And try and he might Heath can't take that from her.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 19, 2015 21:52:29 GMT -5
Once he knew they had reached the sofa, he pressed himself down against her, feeling himself grow warm and perhaps a bit sweaty from their contact. How was it that he was already all worked up after mere minutes with this girl? Heath tried his hardest to pry those questions and others out of his mind as he allowed himself to be enveloped by the young woman under him. Gods, she was fucking fantastic. Her alabaster skin was soft and smooth under his fingers, and his hand raked itself along her stomach and towards her chest, where he cupped one of her breasts into his palm, kneading it softly and expertly.
He explored the crook of her neck with his mouth as he felt her own against his skin. His lips trailed a line of small, gentle kisses from her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts, then pulled far enough away to look her in the eyes as she spoke words that aroused him even more than he already was. Normally, a girl as outspoken as she was would have bothered him, but as was everything else, this thing between them was different. Heath eyed her hungrily, then trailed his gaze downwards and pulled himself down her body.
"Oh, is that fucking so, you little shit of a tease?" He asked her in a low, sultry tone. "I think you're forgetting who exactly you're messing with. I don't just need control," Heath paused, dropping his hand to in between her legs; his thumb finding her numb in seconds, "I demand it."
Slowly, almost torturously even, he made sharp, firm vices against her little nub, waiting for her to show any kind of expression of pleasure.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 19, 2015 22:21:16 GMT -5
It felt like his hands were everywhere and his lips, how long had it been since she felt herself being kissed like this? She was already so worked up, sweaty and very turned on by nothing more than kisses and hands. Okay so maybe he was alot better than most of the people she had been with, she had to give this boy the credit where credit was due. Her hands ran over his back, tone and perfect with smooth skin that she was melting under from the passion, and the raw pure lust for each other. His hands over his breast coaxed another soft moan from her lips and she arched up and into him, body ready to be taken by him.
But then he pulled away from her, just looking at her and she knew it was because she had the mouth of a russian sailor on her. She wasn't afraid to get dirty and sexy if that's what he wanted and clearly that is what he wanted. He was liking the far that she wasn't just rolling over and taking it she was apart of the battle, putting up one hell of a fight for the dominances in this night of passion and lust as well. "Yes that's fucking so." She replied in kind not about to back down, but then his hand moved between her legs and he to started to rub at just the right area and she let out a small cry of pleasure. "Oh.. oh my god Heath..."
"I don't just need control, I demand it."
Oh god she wanted to keep fighting so bad but his hand her pinned to this sofa and his hands were so good, rubbing at just the right place making her into a moaning mess of a woman that was in such a raw and primal place. No no she worked to hard to give this up, and two can play at that game. "Well babycakes your fresh out of luck." She said nails digging into his back as she sucked on his collar bone leaving a love bite in her wake. "I demand it too. So if you want it you better take it."
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