cherry bomb

   rosie glanced in the direction of the flash and click of a camera, a sound she was no stranger too. her eyes narrowed at the boy who held the lens up to her.  “sure, management,” she said, rolling her eyes and brushing a few long red curls off her shoulder.  “listen, i know i would give your page killer ratings, but you really can’t take use pictures of me without talking to my publicist first, so you might wanna move along.”

   she smiled, licking her ruby lips as she watched the other.  “oh, how perfect,” she replied, leaning forward a little.  the other was rather adorable, especially when she bit her lip like that.  “and what does a cute little escort like yourself have planned for this afternoon?” she questioned, reaching out a hand to brush away a loose wisp of blonde hair.  

   “so you’re a real housewives of atlanta type of girl,” she said with a small smile, tilting her head to the side and letting her red hair fall against her shoulder.  “it’s nice to meet you as well, scout,” she smiled.  that was a name she was going to want to remember.  “so what do you do around here exactly?”

   her little giggle was quite adorable.  rosie didn’t usually find herself drawn to the more innocent types, but there was something about the other girl that was very alluring.  “oh that’s alright, i’m not much of a tv watcher anyway.  i’m rosamund, by the way,” she smiled.  “you can call me rosie.”

   she grinned, praise was always such a turn on.  as soon his shirt was off her hands ran over his chest.  “you weren’t kidding, you do look expensive,” she said, looking up at him.  as his hands moved down to his jeans she smiled, happily lowering to her knees and pulling his pants down with her.  “hmm,” she hummed as she moved her hand over the bulge in his underwear.  “all for me?”

   “well yeah, isn’t everyone around here?” she smiled, eyeing the the girl.  “i thought that was kind of the whole point,” rosie added with a small laugh.  “well it must have been pretty interesting for you to throw it off the table like that.”

   they stopped as her friend plucked off her shoes, electing to carry them instead.  “well obviously, isn’t that the whole point of being at this place?” she asked with a smile.  “but you gotta know when to call it quits.  the last thing i need is a picture of me drunk with mascara running down my cheeks ending up on twitter,” she said.  

   “you should try it sometime, the danger of getting caught is have the fun,” she smiled, deciding to take a seat next to the other.  “so what were you watching? at least something with a good sex scene i hope.”

   rosamund waltzed past the blonde just in time to hear her laptop come crashing to the ground.  she stopped, turning to look at her with a small smile.  “netflix, hmm,” she said suspiciously.  “are you sure you just didn’t want to get caught watching porn or something?” she asked with a small smile.  “don’t worry lass, it happens to the best of us.”

   “who wouldn’t?” she smiled, leaning back in her chair with a smile as the other seemed to show off her body a little more for her.  her eyes ran over her curves.  “i saw you dance, you’re quite good.”

   “it’s also a great way to show off your abs,” rosie teased with a wink as she gazed at the man in the pool.  she sat off to the side in a lounge chair, enjoying a cocktail and a magazine in her bikini.  

   rosie recognized the blonde immediately, she had seen her before the dollhouse, a location she enjoyed visiting occasionally.  the dancer had definitely caught her eye and she was pleased to run into her outside of the club.  “oh, don’t worry,” she said, deciding to plop onto the chair next to her instead, drink in hand.  “looking like that, i don’t think anyone will make you move.”

   a small smile spread across her lips as he looked her up in down.  there was nothing she loved more than a compliment.  “always,” she told him, licking her lips.  “thank you,” she added, her voice slightly softer as his hands touched her again.  she was aching for more of it, more of his strong hands on her body.   “it’s your turn, blondie,” she smiled, pulling up his shirt.  

   “ohh,” she grinned as he yanked on her dress, leaving her in just her underwear ( a matching set in red, she was always prepared ). she smiled, loving the praise he whispered into the kisses that he spread across her breasts.  she leaned her head back slightly, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch.  “i’m not even sure i ever introduced myself,” she laughed, though she knew some of the time, an introduction wasn’t necessary.  "i’m rosie.”