Whether it’s a testament to Sergei’s cock or her thirst is yet to be determined why she’s here, perched on top of a table, watching him as he rubs a cloth over the sharp blade of his knife like he’s enamored with the silver or some shit. Her tits are nearly spilling free from her dress - cleavage prominent and very much on display, but he’s more enraptured with the object in his hands than her, which just doesn’t sit well with the blonde who hops off of the table and crosses to him. Especially not as a sharp spike of something strikes her gut, seeing him handle the knife with more care than he’s ever handled her with. Not that she wants to be handled with care because she’s not some goddamn hopeless romantic looking for her Knight in Shining Armor. She just wants to be fucked, thoroughly, as often as possible. Was there anything wrong with that? Hiking her dress up until it’s nearly around her hips, revealing the lace of her panties beneath, she straddles him - pale thighs on either side of his waist, as she reaches for the knife in his grip. She waits for the moment his touch loosens, but only just, because she doubts Sergei would ever let her take something from him if he didn’t want her to. When she grabs it, the sharp edge of the blade barely nicks her skin, but it’s enough for a bead of blood to swell and roll down the side of her hand, spinning the knife so the leather handle is in her grip and she’s pressing the sharp tip against his throat. “Y’know... as much as you’ve been fondling this knife, I’m beginning to think you might be more turned on by cock than pussy.” Kira remarks, eyebrow raised, a knowing grin curving the full pink of her mouth. “Unless you’ve been thinking about ways you’re going to fuck me with this, then... maybe I’ll make an exception,” she adds, dragging the edge of the knife over his skin, but not putting pressure enough behind it to penetrate skin. Clearly, she’s not talking about the sharp edge being inside of her because fucking gross, but the leather handle in her grip? God, she’s fucking damaged, isn’t she? @undrcssed​

“Excuse me?” Andrew kept his voice low as not to disturb anyone nearby. It was a sunny day and there were plenty of people scattered around the park. Just because they were outdoors, didn’t mean he should just treat it like his backyard. It was a public place, which he appreciated considering this meeting was unusual for him. It felt safer, though he supposed the person that answer the ad would be just as suspicious of him, if not more. But money was tight lately even if he was spending night after night in the office. Fixing, scrubbing or cracking tech on the side wasn’t his worst option. “Hi, uh-- I’m Hudson365. You requested servicing? My service,” Oh yeah, he was off to a wonderful start. He grins sheepishly, pulling on his satchel strap, “Tech. My tech service, the one I advertised online. I think this is the right place...a large oak with the picnic table...” He took a glance. Certainly seemed like the place. “If not, I apologize and I’ll let you get back to your afternoon,” @undrcssed​

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Raine chews on a cherry sour straw as she tidies up her main working area at the dispensary, which sort of impedes her progress but that’s Raine for you. She’s glad that it’s just her and Aamir locking up tonight even though it’s raining out and she does not own an umbrella. They can finally kick back--without Jadyn. Do whatever. “I’m dead serious. The guy had a Grimace tattoo on his ass. Y’know from McDonald’s? He showed me a picture of it. It was oddly cute. His butt, not the tattoo.” She clarifies, snapping off the last bit of her candy to point with it for emphasis. “Speaking of tattoos, is that a thing we should do? Get matching ones? ‘Cause I’m down if you are.” @undrcssed​

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Mikey: Has your mom told you what she wants for her birthday?

fits of giggles come pouring from lianne as she’s play fighting them, tackling them so she’s now on their lap. “i will NOT lose this fight!” she squeals, trying to keep them from fighting back.