YOU LINGER ON MY LIPS,

[DOMINIQUE CARA BEANA]

tonight we might catch a case

get laced like we just won the fucking race it was safe to say that dominique was quite the individual, while she pulled off what little clothing that she worn most nights. the life of being a prostitue got a little hairy at times, considering the amount of responsiblities that this one was handed when an uh-oh fell into her lap. she found herself taking a quick shower to wash off the stintch of sex, alcohol and other neccessities that allowed her to continue working in her field of occupation. she quickly dried off and slipped on a pair of shorts that went to her mid-thigh, and casually tugged on a band shirt. by this time, her kid finished eating on her cheetos and insisted that the two of them go to the market and gather more supplies, such as cheetos since the hungry munchkin ate the last bag. she playfully rolled her eyes at her daughter and scooped her up, kissing her forehead and walked out the door. it wasn't long till she got to the market and setting the three year old in the setting section of the buggy. luckily for destiny, domie needed to go to the market anyway and tended to wait till the last minute to restock the kitchen portion of the small apartment. she had a thing with not being liable to flash around money, as she didn't wear many name brand items but she wore the fuck out of glamourous tools of seduction. the only actual man that kept reoccuring in her bed was incharge of her keeping her job, so she was forced to keep him happy in order to keep supporting herself and her sassy little girl. her kitchen was officially restocked and she spent the remainder of the day, coloring with her little girl that caused her fingers to resemble a piece of artwork. "momma, tattoo." the words formed off her daughters tongue while she pointed out a blue scrible on her the palm of her hand, a gentle smile spread across her lips, "how lovely." she responded. the remainder of the time went along swimmingly with her daughter, as the babysitter arrived ontime to be able to take care of her daughter while dominique went out for the night and worked very little. it was a particularily slow night; however, she was in the budget line that she must meet during the nights time frame. her heels clicked on the sidewalk, until she found herself sitting on a park bench and let out a light sigh. she tilted her head up while closing her eyes, allowing her hair to fall from her shoulders and some of it laying against the surface of the bench. she was in desprate need of some familar attention, as she was growing bored of most of her current clients. she pulled out a flask from her back pocket, twisted the knob and tilted the cansiter upright taking a small swig. : toxxic with the sidster, NOTES: adult play outfit: picture, tight jeans & stilettos

[SIDNEY TANNER LAWSON]

one would think being a guard in the drug industry would be exciting and full of action, but sid really mostly spent time on his ass with his feet up, staring at the ceiling or talking with the cooks and other guards just to pass the time. in miami, things were a lot more under wraps than it had been in his hometown and there wasn't as much blatant acts against other businesses. at least, not in right in the streets in front of the innocent civilians. today, he sat cleaning his gun, a routine he was so familiar with that he could do it with his eyes closed; it was something he did often, always making sure it was in working order since he always had it with him. boredom wracked his brain but it was better than doing nothing and he definitely preferred it to be surround by a bunch of people out in the streets. eventually, his shift ran up and his replacement showed up to relieve him for the day. once home in the secluded house near the everglades, he was greeted solely by the dogs. wandering the dark house, he found a note on the fridge from his brother telling him he was staying with a friend tonight. most kids would send a text but sid wondered if kid he had been raised calling his brother even had his phone number. rubbing the back of his neck, he pushed the thought from his mind and focused on something else. after feeding the dogs and himself, he decided to lurk the nighttime city streets instead of staying cooped up at home. night was a time sid preferred. less people roaming the streets. a lot of the people that were out at this time, however, were dangerous or sleazy. drunken girls would giggle at him and try to hang on him, which would only lead to him shrugging them off and walking away. he wasn't into the hot mess that was a clingy drunk girl. scantily dressed girls roamed the streets in search of someone to pay what they had to earn to keep their pimp from punishing them, some of them under the legal age. he tried not to catch their eye so he didn't have to shrug them off like the others. prostitutes were great to just get what he wanted and they'd leave, but payment could be a bitch sometimes. one girl, however, caught his eye and he smirked. he walked around so he could end up behind her, "well, well, speed racer; lookin' good."

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[DOMINIQUE CARA BEANA]

tonight we might catch a case

get laced like we just won the fucking race she tended to intimate most of the other prostitues with her dominating presentation, and the fact that some of her flesh resembled other folk's artwork. she was certain that her pimp got frustrated with her, considering that dominique was overwelmingly picky in certain areas of her clients. she enjoyed presentations, and would rather cover for those who had small package without having to deal with the lack of release would come from it on her end. she gave suble signals to some of her girls that were in trailing for those who were beginners in the arts of picking up someone. she rolled her eyes when she noticed that the new girl was relying her help to much, and she waved her off because dominique wasn't the type to keep helping someone that didn't seem to want to help themselves. she wouldn't mind having more income for the night, but she wasn't the type of person that felt like she absolutely needed it. the girls hadn't realized that she was practically done for the night, the boring guys drained the desire to go all night and do whomever with the ability to keep up with the tab that's handed to them. her mind briefly wondered over to her daughter, making her pull out her phone and check in on her using her babysisters phone in the process of doing so. lightly rolling her eyes when her babysitter just sent her a picture message of her sleeping daughter, and basically told her to stop worrying and chill out. she stuffed her phone back in her pocket and went back to sipping on the alcohol in her flask. shortly after a voice caught her attention by the sound of a strange, yet familar voice causing her to look towards the direction that it was coming from. "i always look good, thank you." she responded, while playfully rolling her eyes. "how you've been, doll?" she asked, keeping the conversation light and decoding to see where this particular conversation was going to lead the two of them. "in need of something particular?" she found herself asking getting to the point, as being a prostitue was in her thought processes. she also enjoyed the fact that she impressed him with her knowledge of how cars worked, and knew that not a lot of girls took the time to learn things that interest the male form. "there's a street race fixing to start happening soon, we could both head over there." she suggested while lightly touching her arm. domie was naturally flirtatious, so normal girls suble flirting techniques just happened for her. : toxxic with the sidster, NOTES: xoxo outfit: picture, tight jeans & stilettos

[SIDNEY TANNER LAWSON]

there was something about the young woman sidney had encountered at a street race. he had initially assumed she was there because some steroid-pumped, obnoxious car-driving man she was dating. when he had found that to be wrong, he had assumed she was just trolling around for guys and was using cars to seem cute and attract them. however, she had surprised him with her knowledge about something she said she liked and he had been impressed. he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop though. sexy women that knew about cars and were good at sex, and weren't clingy... that was too good to be true. the steroid-injected man had to be around the corner somewhere and he was waiting for him to show his face. it didn't stop him though. dominique seemed interested, and not even in the way the she wanted any kind of commitment, and he wasn't going to play mister morally-just; he was a gun-weilding man who earned his pretty paycheck protecting drugs and the daddy warbucks men that were the brains behind the operations. "always, huh? you just wake up radiant and sexy, like in commercials?" he shook his head when she rolled her eyes. so much sass for one person. he shrugged at her question. "i was bored. i just so happened to run into you." he slid his hands into into the pockets of his leather jacket and nodded at her statement. he really wished he hadn't blown the engine on the car he used for racing, it was something he missed. "alright, yeah. that'd be cool." if he couldn't race, he could watch and that was the next best thing. the smell of burning rubber and the sound of a roaring engine as it tore down the street, the rush of wondering if the cops would bust someone, it was all part of the excitement he loved.

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[DOMINIQUE CARA BEANA]

tonight we might catch a case

get laced like we just won the fucking race dominique wasn't the type that valued many morals that normal folks seemed to be into, but that was all apart of her lifestyle. she didn't cling to anyone, but she did occasionally became affectionate over someone that currently held her attention for that portion of the moment. she was a free bird that could soar the metaphor skies of allowing paying customers to get in her pants, but she did enjoy allowing some...a few to have a free ride. this particular fellow grabbed her attention to be able to avoid the hefty bill that would have came his way at some point during the weak. she wouldn't lie to someone and normally people knew if she didn't like something, there's some sexual things that she doesn't enjoy but she'll do them for a pretty penny. she wasn't exactly sure why she was attracted to the man whom seemed to lack some skills that her clients had, but it may have something to do with the sense of danger that she sensed around him. she had a pretty good judge of character, except she also tended to ignore it after acknowledging the fact. the hand that was drew on was clasped around the flask facing away from him subconsciously protecting her daughter, and already noted that most guys were afraid of being afraid around someone that were already introduced into parenthood. "wouldn't you like to know." she answered, being around someone that had the ability to slap her never phased her much. the only time she can remember behaving was when her daughter was around, because she was trying not to expose her to that type of scene. she had hoped that when her daughter would understand that what she's doing was something that she couldn't just get out, she tried once and ended up in the hospital. "well it would seem that your boredom seeked out someone that could change that." she playfully teased, and once she heard his response concerning the street race. it was always fun talking herself out from getting arrested from cops, as she wanted to keep her record from getting tainted, she pushed herself up from the table that she used to be sitting on. she grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her, pulling it up and putting it on her shoulders, wrapping her arm around his lower back and lead him towards the city. she was a woman that was used to guys wanting to appear like they won a prize, and she could tell what a guys limit was. "the girls think we're probably going to have sex." she mused, which her statement was obviously not out of the question. : toxxic with the sidster, NOTES: sidomie<3 outfit: picture, tight jeans & stilettos