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Sophie was still new to the area and wasn’t very well researched, she’d just head dalton was a good place for a good time and that caught her attention enough to decide to rent a place for at least the time being. She shook her head with a laugh. “I don’t actually have a job yet, haven’t really started looking but maybe I should venture into a career as a reporter. And I’m Sophie Crain good night everybody.” She said in a dramatic reporter voice then laughed. “How’d that sound, alright?” She teased as she then sipped her drink, finishing it off. “Royalty is a bit much, don’t you think? Especially with what happened the last time a Scottish person said they were royal.” She teased joking about the Jacobite war and all that drama that she’d learned about in history class and it was still a topic raved about by cranky old Scots. 

 “But perhaps I can make an exception, I love a good drink.” She laughed listening to him, he seemed to be a big talker but she was more than intrigued, worst case scenario she sneaks away and takes a cab home herself, but she didn’t know anyone and didn’t have a lot to lose. He seemed like the type of guy she could have fun with, she looked up at him as he opened uber. “Yeah, alright. No turning back Hollis Baker. My plans tonight are completely in your hands.”  She said with a smirk and a tilted head. 

“well if i was the classifieds i’d let you know that there’s a couple potential careers right up your alley,” hollis started, “-but alas, i am not the classifieds and you’ll probably have a much better bet on craigslist. but god, the way you say it? ‘good night everybody’- shit i’d turn on the news for the first time in three calendar years just for a viewing.” he was laughing at himself by the end of it, but truly trying to picture her caked with makeup and sitting in a power suit behind a desk with a teleprompter. he needed to remember to watch anchorman this coming week. “touché, i’ll give you that. but only that because the last thing i’d want is your pretty little neck to be chopped into bits.” he didn’t know exactly what she was talking about, but he did know that a lot of old timey european consequences landed bitches with cut off heads.

as soon as she obliged, his thumb ordered the car. “perfect. you’ll have fun, i bet you anything. and if not, fuck it. plan b always seems like the way to turn a shitty night into a better one.” now he was actually joking, hollis wouldn’t ever bring someone like sophie to the club unless she was the one suggesting it. an arm raised to get the bartender’s attention, paying the bill and offering sentiments of praise for not charging him for a double shot when he had ordered a single. but then attention turned back to sophie crain, a contagious smile taking up the lower half of his face. “let’s head out then, babes. time waits for no pretty blond scottish wannabe reporters!” he checked his phone, the time pleasantly surprising him with the fact that they’d get to enjoy the last couple hours with half off well drinks. he’d never be able to actually afford a whole bottle of queen’s cognac, so a glass would have to do, but after? oh yeah it was house tequila all the way.

he linked arms with her, taking a chance because he knew that girls were touchy about strangers but hey, she had just put her night in his hands. “this way, m’lady!” hollis pulled her towards the exit, nodding to the bouncer as they passed the threshold into the crisp night.

She didn’t comment on his statement about the amount of kids in the town, not because she didn’t agree, but because it wasn’t a conversational topic she found conducive to the mood she was in right now.  He seemed to be a fan of that though, and Parker smirked to herself as he commented on her offer to drink his cum from a glass.  “Hmm, I don’t know her.  If I ever see you again after this you can hook me up with an intro,” she said simply as she let go of his arm to let him lead the way down the alley as she considered his offer to fuck her face.

“I’ll let you fuck my face after you fuck me on the condition that you cum all over it and make me leave covered in it,” she tells him as she follows him into the kitchen area and looks at the bottle of whiskey he’s offering.  “I’m good with that, though honestly probably not gonna drink much, I kind of have a one track mind right now,” she said with a shrug.  “You can drink while I choke on your cock for a little though if you want… if you don’t think you’ll end up spilling half the bottle on my head… I’m not trying to wash my hair today,” she explained, leaning against a counter and letting the straps of her romper slide down her arms to expose her breasts while he wasn’t looking directly at her.

this bird was insane and hollis felt almost giddy in how it she painted an image for him. as if he had slipped into some wild fantasy or, no- what if this was just the simulation really testing him? guess hollis would lose out on life points or whatever the fuck because he was going to fuck this girl the way he had been dreaming of while making friends with his right hand. sloppy and hard.

hollis took a sip anyway, shrugging a little because fuck it right? she didn’t have to drink but he most definitely needed a chug. fingers screwed the cap back on after a couple of beats, the back of his hand lazily pulling across his lips to wipe away residue. there could be no mistake - his dick was hard. and it was her foul mouth that had done it. but as soon as he turned she was pulling down her outfit, taking the liberties of doing step one for him. this girl did not beat around the bush and it was absolutely a wonder this wasn’t some sick trick. gorgeous, her tits perky and longing for his mouth to be on them, her slim torso that still held onto the fabric of her romper, and god those lips-

As a New Yorker, born and raised, she never thought she’d find a place that she loved more than the city. Everything about New York felt like home. But over the past few months, Dayton was finally starting to feel more like home than the cold, harsh city ever did. California was like a completely different world. And one of the best parts of it was the fact that she was so close to the beach at any given time. She loved the way the air smelled the closer she got to it, the palm trees giving it the classic beach vibes that you saw on TV. It was everything the New York beaches weren’t. Shane was enjoying a rare day off, laying out on a beach chair trying to work on a tan and just enjoy the beautiful Californian weather, a flask of vodka lazily held in her hand, airpods in her ears playing her chill vibes playlist. And she was chill for once, until someone came running by and kicked sand on her, pulling her out of her little world. “Jesus, watch where you’re going!” she called out to the person.

it was always weird seeing shane out of church. she seemed content and happy and probably little bit tipsy if that was a flask in her hand. hollis had passed by her multiple times, playing soccer with a couple of guys that he had meant only an hour earlier. guess they both had the day off which meant- who was working? fuck, not their problem i guess.

he had kicked the ball too close to where she was laying and sprinted through the sand to catch up with it. with the grace of a lumberjack his long leg reached out so his foot could make contact with the ball, kicking it in the direction of his pals while getting sand everywhere that it didn’t actually belong. and of course that meant on shane. “shit! sorry!” he apologized in remorse, hands instantly going to his shorter than usual hair. it had been taking some getting used to that it wasn’t as long and shaggy now, but it had definitely started it’s grow out process since scotty’s party. it’s not like it took that long to get back to normal length. it was his beard that needed a trim again, to be fair. “shane, lovely to see you in the daylight! pale as ever i see. here i thought you were a vampire.”

they had seen each other outside of church before, but hollis never passed up an opportunity for a tease, waving off her soccer friends to plop his ass down right next to his coworker. “how’s it going, friend?”

her smile widens when she finds he’s still around. she’d hate to have promised him baked goods only for him to have grown bored of waiting, causing him to leave without promises of confection. she approaches baring her box of baked goods, which she hopes will only put her into his good graces despite her lack of hastiness. “your whole week? with a box of baked goods? i’ll take it,” ryleigh grins, sliding the box into the table in front of him, before claiming the seat opposite him. sometimes, all that’s needed is a sweet treat to make it through the day, which is part of the reason ryleigh had taught herself to bake. an eleven year old in the kitchen, flour spread all over the counter, eggs cracked, but shells not properly tossed, vanilla extract droplets becoming one with the beer stains on the counter top… ryleigh is fairly sure she’d given aiden a heart attack when he walked in to see her in such a state. he couldn’t even yell at her, though, when she looked up at him with that dimpled grin of hers and then made him try the very gross cupcake she’d just made. 

she’s fine tuned her craft since then, thank goodness, and hopefully, some day soon, sadie will let her feature one of her own creations. if not, she still enjoys making them in her spare time and she continuously turns her friends into her taste testers. “sorry that took a minute. i was off today, but sadie was so busy when i stopped in for a couple things, i couldn’t not help,” ryleigh explains, leaning back in the chair as she tucks her hands in her lap, watching him excitedly open up the box like a kid on christmas morning. “i’m ryleigh,” she introduces after another heart beat, hand rising to tuck her hair behind her ear. “this is on the house. my treat, no cash needed.” she adds as an afterthought, remembering what he’d said earlier about telling him how much it would cost, having already paid for the baked goods and put a little something extra in the tip jar. did she need to? probably not, but there was nothing wrong with spreading a little love every now and then. 

hollis looks perplexed because, yeah, this did make his week. was that sad? sure, but he had been working late shifts at church, sleeping, and trying his best not to completely waste all the progress he had been making. if you called replacing pills with weed, progress. it isn’t lost on him that her smile pings at his heart, the cute blonde’s lips so full that his eyes are torn between her own pretty blues and her pillow soft petals that were probably sweeter than anything in that box her hands were holding on to.

he shook his head, “-no, don’t apologize. my patience isn’t the best and i always need to find a reason to test it. guess i’ve passed that one with flyin’ colors, huh? don’t roll back any security footage i probably look bugged out, twitchin’ my foot or somethin’ but-“ he swallowed, admiring her apology even though it wasn’t needed in the slightest, “-thank you.”

jaw wide open, completely in awe like a kid in a candy store, hollis stares at the pasties. “dear god, this is honestly -and don’t take this too literally babes, but for god’s sake -this looks better than any orgasm i’ve ever seen!” hollis had said it much too loud, a couple gruesome looks from sadie’s bakeshop patrons being cast in his direction, but he barely noticed, pulling out a cupcake. “what’s this one? tell me everything about it. right down to how you eat these nasty little buggars. i hear mixed reviews. some people make it into a little sandwich, right? take the bottom off? is that treason?” hesitating, he rests his elbow on the table. it’s a super nice gesture but hollis genuinely likes to pay his debts directly. you never know what a box of yummy treats may cost you in the future. even doll faced beauties like this one may have an agenda or a need for someone to help them move because ‘one time i spotted you’ or some shit. “are you sure?” eh, maybe he’d just take it, no one did anything nice for him anymore. he wasn’t exactly allowing them to anyway. “that’s so nice, ryleigh. ooh, i like the way your name sounds. ry-leigh. ryleigh. -ryleigh, i’d stick my hand out to introduce myself to you properly, but i have cupcake fingers. i’m hollis.”

“Easier on the wallet at least,” Parker commented as they walked.  Judging by the way he was looking at her, she’d definitely picked the right guy to approach, even if she could tell he seemed to be blazed out of his mind.  It didn’t bother her at all, honestly.  People were much easier to get along with when they were completely chilled out like this guy seemed to be.  “And hey, added bonus, my pussy’s clean and I’m on the pill, so no accidentally turning me into a member of the MILF brigade,” she joked, if only because she’d encountered plenty of girls in her age range that already had fucking toddlers running around, and she wasn’t about that life.  Not right now at least.

“Then you’re gonna be Toast Daddy,” she answered him with a smirk, finding it a little adorable that he didn’t have any problem laughing at himself.  Too many people in her life took themselves way too fucking seriously and Parker wasn’t into that at all.  She considered his option to take care of her at Church instead of going back to her place and only needed a minute to consider before she was nodding.  “I could be down for shots,” she agreed, then started giggling to herself a little.  “I mean fuck… if your aim is good enough, you can fill a shot glass with your cum and watch me drink it while I play with myself,” she added.  Parker was well aware that she probably sounded insane, but she spent the majority of her free time either watching porn, masturbating, or combining the two, so it stood to reason that she had no ability whatsoever to censor herself.  Hell, even if she did, she wouldn’t want to.

hollis couldn’t for the life of him remember the last time he hooked up with a rando. almost a calendar year probably. that’s what was getting him hard at the moment. he didn’t know her name and barely cared if as he called him fucking kyle at this point. “thank god!” hollis let out with an arm squeeze, fingertips dancing along the roundness of her soft shoulder. he couldn’t wait to pull down the straps of that bloody romper. “this town is crawling with children!” a cackle escaped because as usual when he was high, hollis said some stupid ass shit.

she was crude, modesty nowhere to be found and hollis was into it. “jesus, you’re a downright savage.” he complimented her with a sincere expression followed by a half slacked jaw. “girls around town would never dream of taking actual cum shots. ah, well maybe sylvia. she’s brutal. you’d fair well with her i bet you anything.” now he was babbling on to try and keep himself and his dick at bay. the thought of seeing her fingers touch herself in front of him was sending his brain into overdrive. god, she’d look so good bent over the desk in the back office. hollis leaned over, closer to her ear just as the crosswalk’s count down hit an orange illuminated four, “with a mouth like that i’d rather fuck your face.”

i'm just trying to find a reason not to go out every evening i need someone that'll help me think of someone besides myself i need someone i leave through the front door with 'cause we don't wanna hide no more plus you're not shy no more neither one of us wanna play the side no more no, i'm not alone even though nothing was the same let me get your ass alone let me make you say my name say my name

Sophie chuckled at him “May as well,” She shrugged about to motion for the bartender but he managed to beat her to it. “Thanks for that.” The Scottish girl laughed sipping her drink after he moved her bill to his. “Sophie Crain, Pleasure to meet you.” She winked with a laugh. “I’m celebrating my new flat and new starts, this bar was just the closest one, I’ve never heard of the plaza, so yeah we can go.” She was definitely sensing his chat and couldn’t help but return it. “I haven’t, but I have a hunch you’re going to get some?” She smiled teasingly as she finished her drink and stood as well. She stood close to him, “So where do you wanna go?” She asked looking at him up and down.  

“sophie crain,” hollis repeated with a nod. there’d be a good chance he wouldn’t remember it, but he’d try. her blonde locks and smooth cheeks beckoned him to brand her name into his skull just in case. “that sounds like a reporter’s name. do you work for the daily dayton?” she could be undercover for all he knew, gathering information for the gossip blog or doing some type of story. but he couldn’t let his theories get too far because he was stuck that yet another person was here with an accent that sounded familiar and warm. for years he thought that dayton felt like home, but now it was lonely and disappointing which only called him back to the motherland. “we could if you’re up for it. mighty expensive even for a glass of it but i bet i could work some magic. it’s marissa harrison’s brand of cognac, designated for dayton royalty only. unless you can afford to advertise yourself as such, then you can be royalty for the entirety of a glass.” hollis, tall and broad shouldered, towered over her. “oh c’mon girly, i just said. the plaza hotel. a rooftop bar so hit fire you will second guess that you’re not on the face of the sun itself, a lounge you’ll feel like a queen in. i reckon you’ll be a regular there after tonight.”

he stepped back and took his phone from his pocket, ordering an uber to come pick them up. “sophie crain-” ah, see, repetition made it easier to remember things and that was fact, “-are you ready to celebrate? say the word and i’ll send this shit. no turning back.”

Her current state of arousal was made evident by the way the romper she wore was clinging to her in all the right places, and when he didn’t immediately tell her to fuck off, she shifted to show herself off a little more.  All the while Parker was trying not to laugh at his response, moving closer and linking her arm with his so she could walk with him regardless of the two of them being complete strangers.

“Honestly, no, I’m just fucking horny and you’re hot and going up to strangers and asking if they want to fuck could make me sound like a prostitute,” she explained as he asked if she was on a dare.  “I mean, I’m definitely letting you spank me, and if you want me to call you Daddy for real, I can get into that, but we can do it all without the produce if you’re seriously down,” she told him honestly.

she was forward and he was almost drooling as she shifted to show off more of her taught little body under the red fabric of her outfit. hollis had a hard time understanding those one pieces - how did women feel comfortable completely undressing in public restrooms in those things? but on the other hand, it would be easy to get her naked if this was truly not some prank. ashton kutcher had to be hiding around a corner somewhere. now, they were arm in arm and she was keeping up with his long strides that were made inevitable through jumberjack long legs. he had to grin, light headed and unaware of a squint he was sporting from how up in the clouds to was. with no shame, he checked out her tits. “there’s plenty of those here in town but i like this route better i gotta say.”