Spreading her legs in front of the producers at her "audition" was the most fun she'd had in a long time. It felt natural for her, and their bulging jeans sure didn't hurt her confidence. The one man on the panel saw the sway of her hips and the bounce of her tits days prior, and proudly boasted to his colleagues that he was the one who had found their "muse". His pride and affection was deluded, and entering into a relationship with the fucker was very rarely fun, and quickly tiresome. Truth being told, the girl didn't need him, her steady climb in the ranks had very little to do with his "advertising" and more to do with the way she gave head.
Saying that she was good at what she did would be a gross underestimation. The sex felt natural, even when it was strange or obscure -- it truly didn't matter to her, and the money helped heal the bruises. It wasn't long before her tastes turned more aggressive, both in her sexual life and her personal. She was a bitch before the fame and the money, but it blackened her soul beyond recognition in the short amount of time following. "The fame"? Yes, fame came quickly... and so did her audience.
The money, sex, cars; it was all very fun, and exciting -- until it wasn't. Until it became predictable, boring even. She spent her time partying, searching for a high that would make her heart pound loudly in her ears, and her legs quake. It wasn't long before one found her, and his name was familiar on her lips; Alex.
Alexander Sinclair was a fucking bastard. A drug-peddling, daddy's boy who acted as if he grew up with a silver spoon in his crooked mouth. With some ecstasy and bad decisions, the brunette found herself high out of her mind and in his bed -- soon after, on his list of employees. It was both the best one night stand she'd ever had, and the worst. Great because it opened up a new career for the girl, but bad because he wasn't great at putting that fucking mouth to good use. She learned to hate him, but loved the money his business gave her. Turns out having tits and an attitude helps you be a rather successful cog in the "Sinclair" crime syndicate machine. New toys were given to her, ones that shot bullets -- and not the kind that vibrated.
The weight of a gun in her hands was euphoric. When she held one for the first time, the power washed through her, and pulled her full lips into a wicked grin. Oh yes, it was a feeling she could definitely get used to. It didn't take her long.
Fucking dreadful. She enjoys watching people squirm like a worm danging on a hook, which often translates to her being the cause of someone's misery or discomfort. She uses her dry, dark and sexual humour as a way to draw people into her web. There are very few people she can trust, and even still, there are even fewer people she actually cares for. Don't make the assumption that Alex has a kind heart because of her friendships, there are only a few exceptions to the rule -- you won't be one. As an adrenaline-junkie, she's often looking for things to amuse herself, whether that means toying with danger or toying with people. She doesn't give a shit if you like her or not, and her personality and overall hostility tend to rub people the wrong way -- women, especially. You can try to approach her, but you're more likely to get a bullet then get your end wet. If you're looking for redeeming qualities about her, you'll find very little other than her personal appearance, well... that is unless you like your women bitchy. If that's the case, by all means...
Be her guest.
Ivan Lynch / Jack The Ripper ♫ Hitchhiker - Demi Lovato ✎ . . . 1. "Apologies"
Ivan happened all at once, and like a punch to the gut. His entrance into her life was abrasive, and filled with a detest that physically caused a dull ache between her eyes – after long interactions with him, it was where she wanted to put a bullet. They fought constantly, his unrelenting hostility towards her grinding down her already non-existent patience; conversations often ending in the threat of one’s life. They drank, they fought, they scavenged, and -- somewhere mixed in with all of the resentment -- they laughed. How they didn’t kill each other long enough to find fondness, is beyond her. This being said, once it was found there was absolutely no losing it no matter how hard she fought against the feelings at first. She was scared of what he represented for a long time, scared to have met someone who matched her crazy. Ivan shattered her steely resolve, and the brunette remains convinced that he fixed and ruined her, simultaneously. Ivan made no attempt to change her, no attempt to make her into a saint, when he knew better. He was right, she was the polar opposite. It made her glad knowing that he didn't think of her any other way, that he didn't put her on a pedestal. She wasn't an angel, not by a long shot, and the fact that he knew and cared for her anyway was what ultimately crushed her resolve. Alex feels a fierce protection over him, a protection that he truly has no real need for, being plenty capable on his own. She, however, knows that if anyone so much as threatens a hair on his head, she’ll be the one responsible for sending them back to their own loved ones… scalp less.
IvyLynne Walker / Nocheluz ♫ Raise Hell - Dorothy ✎ . . . 1. "Confrontation"
There was always a comfort with Ginsu, even at the beginning. The woman had a way with words, had a way of weaseling her way into even the most closed up hearts. She was the first to chip away at Alex, whittling down her resolve and eventually becoming her closest friend. Ginsu was warm and compassionate to those she cared for and ruthless to those who had wronged her. The woman had a quiet strength that Alex often admired; a way about her that demanded respect without having to hold a knife to someone’s belly to get it. Despite Alex's unforgiving nature, she was quite positive that this particular woman was the one person on earth who she'd forgive for any wrong-doing -- not like Ivy has given her any reason thus far. Ginsu was the moral compass that Alex often ignored, the voice in the back of her head that was coaxing her towards a light she didn’t want to bask in, towards a life of thinking before doing. It’s beyond Alex why the woman never gave up on her -- never threw in the towel – but, she’s grateful nonetheless.
Tommy Vitucci / NishiUrban ♫ Closer - Nine Inch Nails ✎ . . . 1. "Confrontation"
Giant men called ‘tiny’ is a similar comparison to Tommy being called ‘Cupid’; they don’t make any fucking sense. Cupid will never cease being the most incessant pain in the ass for the brunette – years upon years of bickering formed a bond that from the outside looks one hundred percent hostile. Alex can’t say people are necessarily wrong for thinking that way. The interactions between the two were often a generous mix of angry insults and gut wrenching laughter -- laughter mainly at the fucking preposterous, foul things that flew out of his mouth, constantly. It was really something when the brunette was able to call somebody else foul. How she could remain friendly with the man who once said, “well, little guppy… I wouldn’t mind seeing you get shot so I’d have more holes to fill,” was beyond her. As incestuous as it sounds, Alex felt a familial bond with the pervert – like the older brothers she left behind. Weird enough, considering the fact that their topics of conversation often revolved around the things Cupid has fucked or wants to fuck.
✔ - Punishment ✘ - Altruism
✔ - Humiliating ✘ - Weakness
✔ - Danger ✘ - Fear
✔ - Cussing ✘ - Timidness
✔ - Adrenaline ✘ - Boredom
✔ - Sex ✘ - Relationships
✔ - Power ✘ - Pity
(Original story, closed due to new forums) The Sommers Sutra | Stories by Alex Sommers WARNING: GRATUITOUS SEXUAL CONTENT.
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Additional areas of interest: "You know who you are | Private" & "Ladies and Gentleman | Open Frequency" radio threads
(Idea by the truly beautiful Nocheluz. She's as smart as she is drop dead gorgeous.)
Marked Man - Mieka Pauley ⌁ Blood On My Name - The Brother Bright ⌁ Bryce Fox - Horns ⌁ Hot Damn - Ivy Levan
Devil Inside Me - Frank Carter and The Rattlesnakes ⌁ Wicked Ones - Dorothy ⌁ Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore