Chapter Analysis : ' The Night '

When Ms. Rodman arrived in the lobby the boyfriend started to make a scene and forced her outside. As a

The shirt still didn’t fit quite right and I didn’t like how the leggings were skin tight. I never thought about how uncomfortable girls clothing could be.

When her lips once again wrapped around his head, it drove the man over the edge. Bucking off the tiles, he groaned and hooked his fingers in her hair, tearing at her tresses as the couple looked on, holding her head down as he exploded into her hot warm mouth. His body shuddering and his breath ragged, Levine didn't release his grip in her hair, or the palm on her head, allowing her to pop his shaft from between her lips after he was sure she'd swallowed every last drop. "Holy fuck, Soph." Throwing a glance up at the couple, and even from that distance able to see the gleam of white teeth from the man's smile, he started at the teen with mouth open, and softening cock bobbing in the air. Needing a refractory period before he fucked Sophie into oblivion, Adam finally caught his breath and smiled as he collected the champagne bottle. "Damn, you are on hot little fucking slut, you think the mans up there jerking off over you? He replied, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, and tipped the bottle so that the liquid flowed into Sophie's mouth, filling it like had just with his seed, and dribbled out to run down her tits.

She felt the warm, sticky coalescence of blood on the back of her skull, still running in a thin trickle down the back of her neck, trailing down her spine and creating dark stripes on her skin.She was naked, her defenses and any protections stripped away, meant to deprive her of her dignity and pride.

“He.. He wasn’t in a suit. I didn’t really pay much attention to what he was wearing though.”

She dried herself off, toweling off her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Grabbing her brush off of her counter, she went to her bedroom to search her closet. It wouldn’t take her long to get dressed; she already knew what she wanted to wear. She had an emerald green dress that cut off at her knees and showed off her figure without giving too much away. She brushed her hair as she pushed back all of her work clothes to reach the small collection of dresses she owned.

She was a very sexual being, and her need hadn’t gone away simply because Rodger had. Mathew was still busy as ever. Though taking care of the kids did fill a lot of her time, she wanted more. That was always the way with Mia. She was in the middle of helping a fundraiser. She was the head of the committee in fact. Mia did like to stay busy and put herself in the center of attention. That day is still so vivid in her memory. She had stumbled inside, taking stock of the lavish surroundings. From the outside, one could certainly never imagine what it looked like on the inside. There were other women there, barely dressed, walking about upstairs. She caught glimpses of them. The woman that approached her wore the most beautiful shade or red lipstick. “It’s called me fuck me red,” she had explained to Mia. Cynthia Reynolds quickly became one of Mia’s closest acquaintances. She explained what her business was and invited Mia to come back and explore the house and ask questions. Cynthia could see the need in Mia’s eyes. She knew the look her women had about them, and it was shining through in

She caught the money and looked like she was about to give him instructions on how to keep it clean, but he didn't waste his time. He just kept walking, leaving her and that crowded room

Turning on the heels of the grey boots, Katherine faced Ashlynn. Her heart started to pound at the thought of actually doing the torture. The nervous were making her palms sweat as she walked over to the table again. Once again, her hands pulled the hair back up into a bun to keep it from getting in her face. Kat already felt sick.

She tore the material of the flannel shirt from her body, exposing her naked chest, sumptuous globes of flesh with dusky rose peaked nipples, already hard and begging for his mouth as well as her softly toned--she was a dancer, not a gymnast, meaning not every bit of her was toned muscle--stomach, her belly button ring still in place even after all the crazy events. Thank goodness for the stud. Undoing her shorts, she pushed them down, her skin all sorts of different colors of grime and sweat at the moment but even the dirtiness couldn’t take away from her curvy and shapely hips, the slender of her fit legs, the nail polish on her toes still in tact and not even cracked. For being dirty, she pulled it off pretty

Moving away from the glass, she began to rummage through her minimal luggage in search of something more ideal to travel in. She, eventually, settled for a simple white blouse, a waist-high brown skirt, and matching boots. After dressing, she rolled her unruly curls into a simple updo which formed a halo around her head despite the cold. Once she felt composed and properly arranged, she repacked her luggage and closed the brown cases before slipping into her fur coat and exiting the room.

She looked back, searching over her shoulders for the tall male, smirking as she found him looking straight at her before using the crowd to disappear. Her hiking boots, which were caked with drying mud, helped her keep her balance, though she would have to try this with her usual five-inch stilleto heels. She only wore a black tank-top and denim shorts, her lower legs also caked with mud, which contrasted harshly against her pale skin. Long black hair, streaked with midnight purple highlights, was held up in a genie ponytail, keeping it out of her face. If it weren't for the shoes, she would have fit in with the club scene, though the shoes weren't that out of place

Unwillingly, she crawled out of bed, pulled her hair into a messy bun, and slid on a pair of sweatpants. She put on a sports bra, covering it with an Under Armour hoodie, and then she walked downstairs and slid on a pair of blue flip flops. After grabbing her keys and backpack, she walked out to her car to go to school.

Seth (19) 6’5, 275lbs, wears the midnight black robes of a first level necromancer, finds Lyla (24) 5’1 wearing the deep red robes of a third level necromancer, staring at a hole in the hallway floor that looks like Jesus. While Seth is retrieving lunch for Lyla, she is called away by Snail, her boyfriend. Over the next few weeks, they meet and talk near the Jesus ' face. They start researching Christianity and even sneak a bible into the school. One day Lyla informs Seth that she wants to break up with her boyfriend Snail. Seth, having feelings for her, implores her to take the plunge. The next day, as Seth returns to the face, he witnesses the altercation between Lyla and Snail. Seeing Snail ready a death spell, Seth

She was a hot woman; it was not hard for her to find a good lay. She was tall, with long legs. Her body was tan, and toned to perfection. She had long wavy brown hair perfect for grabbing from behind, and striking sapphire blue eyes. She was a damn catch, and she knew it. She knew that the bartender was just as attracted to her as she was to him. His stunning emerald green eyes were glazed with desire, he might as well be drooling. She loved having that power over men. Although she could not be pretended that she wasn’t just as turned on by him. He had shoulder length black hair that was simply begging for her to run her hands through. He wore a tight black tank top that emphasized his massive pecs and delicious abs. She licked her lips as she watched his firm ass walk to the other end of the bar in his well fitting jeans. She wouldn’t let him fall through her fingers tonight.