Post by riley on Apr 16, 2010 21:29:50 GMT -6
-- riley elizabeth woolard. 18. senior. actress.
Juliette stared at herself in the mirror, sapphire blue eyes staring back at her, sultry lips in a perfect smirk as she let her hands glide over the soft material of her dress, smoothing out all the wrinkles. She was on the hunt tonight, though she knew she did not need much luck. She was gorgeous, an exotic beauty that any man, straight or gay, would lust after. She liked making organs twitch and come to life, so she always tried to look her best. Her dark locks fell softly past her back and ended at her breasts in soft curls. The erotic scent of KARE perfume radiated from her body, the mixture of vanilla and strawberry enough to make even the hardest to get men turn to take a look. Her dress she wore clung to her curves, accenting them. It was a black and purple one shoulder crepe with an asymmetric pleated overlay at the body, right atop her bellybutton and right at the name of her neck. It had a deep v line that clung to her 36 c cup breasts and made it almost look like they would pop out any moment. The hand crossed around her neck in an asymmetric style. Looking into the mirror one last time, satisfied, Juliette gave her ass a little slap and grabbed her handbag, a black and white one that had zebra fur for the along the front and a dark leather strap. She headed out the door, black heels clicking softly against the ground, destination already in mind. She was headed toward the park west nightclub, a favorite hotspot of hers.
She slipped into her car, a newly acquired silver dodge viper with a black leather interior. She backed up from the driveway and took off, rock music blaring from the stereo. "I'm trouble now, yeah trouble now" she sang, a grin on her face as she knew how much the song described her. It wasn't far from her house to the nightclub, a mere 10 minutes. She pulled into a spot newly opened up in the front row and got out, grabbing her purse as she went. When she walked in the door she could here the silence that came in the room, but she wasn't surprised. She was used to it. Hungry eyes wandered her young, sexy body, tracing her curves. She took a seat at the bar before she ordered a vodka, crossing her legs and looking around. After a few seconds she recieved her drink and thanked the bartender, giving him a small wink before taking a sip, the golden liquid traveling down her throat, giving a slight, good burn. Her fingers began to tap against the counter before she looked over, smirking as she recognized the sexy man who had just walked up. He was her boss at the premium plus strip club, where she worked a bartender. He was extremely handsome, there was no doubt about that and she envied anyone who had gotten a more personal look at him, if you catch her drift. When she heard his voice she turned, glad to find his attention on her. "It's lovely to meet you, mr. anderson" she purred softly, his name rolling off her tongue in a sensual manner. "I'm juliette bouvier, but most people just call me jules" she murmered, giving him a look over and then a look, telling him she liked what she saw.
jules. seventeen. eastern.