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Post by Jess on Feb 10, 2014 3:17:17 GMT -6
"If I had to wear a suit and tie, I would demand to get paid more than minimum wage," Brandon said, scrunching up his nose at the idea of wearing a suit and tie to work everyday. Well, there were times that he did wear a suit an tie, but that was besides the point.
That was just usually for the 'classier' women-- A.K.A the women that married very rich.
He listened to her idea about Valentine's day, very intrigued, but at the same time he really felt like he just couldn't do it. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to have sex with Allie. She was a virgin, so she was going to be super tight, but besides all that he was very attracted to her and cared a lot about her.
But, because he cared so much about her, he didn't think he could bring himself to sleep with her. "Are you really sure that is something you want to do? Allie, you know my past..." he said, looking very unsure himself.
He looked up as the teacher started talking, knowing they wouldn't be able to discuss this much longer.
Arabella shrugged, her head resting on her hand as she looked over at him. "Australian girls are okay. The Russian girls are the ones that you really want. They have those thick, sexy, accents," she said with a little smile, joking around with him a bit. She had never really seen many attractive Russian women herself, but she had heard that in general they were super attractive.
She smirked at his small compliment, shrugging a bit. "It would only be due to the fact that I'm a blonde with descent sized tits. It's really all I have going for me. Plus, I have an accent that people find 'oh so' charming," she laughed, rolling her eyes. She really didn't see what it was about everyone enjoying 'foreigners'. Just because someone spoke a different language, or had an accent, did not mean that they were more attractive.
She looked back to the front of the classroom as the teacher called everyone to attention, starting to passing out the equipment, placing a tray with a pig in a bag right in front of the two of them.
Her face scrunched up as she looked down at it, not having enjoyed the lab the first time she did it, and more than sure she will like it just as much now.
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Post by Narwhal on Feb 10, 2014 3:36:04 GMT -6
Allie nodded, "Mmm, would a penny over minimum wage work?" she asked, chuckling. Employers could be so cheap sometimes and it honestly sucked. If only they lived in a world where people weren't stupid and realized that people needed moolah. Unfortunately being selfish was a very common thing in this country and it was unlikely that minimum wage would be raised.
She noticed what seemed like his expression faltering at her suggestion. Honestly, she'd expected him to be happy. Wasn't that what he wanted, to have sex with her? But he was a guy. Having sex with anything that had a hole sufficed.
"And that's why it's called past," she replied warmly, taking his hands in hers. As long as it was in his past and he was STD-free, she was perfectly fine with having sex with him. Nervous and excited, but fine with it. She had no reason to hold back with him.
She sighed a little when the teacher actually began speaking, rubbing the back of her neck impatiently. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, smirking a little.
Stefan grinned, "I hear Romanian girls are where it's at," he said, raising a brow. God. All girls were just hot... As long as they had big tits and a firm ass. Heavenly. "And Brazilians. And black chicks. They're all hot," he wagged his eyebrows, pleased with the mental image he was forming in his brain full of all the hot girls he could think of.
"I doubt that. I'm sure you have a great personality, too," he told her teasingly, chuckling groggily. Wasn't that all that mattered nowadays according to society? A good personality? But you only had a good personality if you were hot and had a sexy-ass body. If not, the trash can was right over there.
"But, let me tell you, as a whitewashed guy, foreigners are extremely hot," he grinned. Lucky for him, Tidewater was full of exchange students. It was amazing when it came to finding someone to bag. All the foreign girls were hot but many of them moaned like dying cats. Oh well. A guy could dream.
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Post by Jess on Feb 11, 2014 1:40:27 GMT -6
"Dang. A whole penny over minimum wage? I would be willing to even were a banana hammock to work for that," Brandon teased, acting as though he were honestly excited about the idea.
Now that he was back in the game, the idea of ever making minimum wage made him want to cry. It just wasn't worth working his ass off, making crap for money, and paying most of what he made to the state. He preferred to just make his money under the table where it was his, and only his. And the work was easy, and most of the time even enjoyable.
He frowned when she grabbed his hands, getting ready to say something in protest when the teacher pushed between the two of them. "Go back to your seat, hun," she said, sounding a bit snippy.
He knew exactly why the teacher stepped between them, but he wasn't going to say anything. She was just jealous that it wasn't her hands that he was holding in public--jealous bitch.
"She can be my lab partner since I don't have one," Brandon said, usually being paired up with the hot brunette in class, but she clearly hadn't shown up.
Arabella laughed as she looked at him. "Clearly, you think far too much about women," she said, standing up to pull on her lab glasses and apron as she looked at the little body in front of her, frowning a bit.
She grabbed a pair of gloves as a student passed them out, her hands gently running over the tools that they were going to use to cut the little pig open. She knew exactly what to do with each of them, and how to do the lab as though it were marked on the back of her hand--it had, after all, haunted her since freshman year.
She looked back over at Stefan, shaking her head with a little smirk. "And I suppose that all the foreign girls fall for your American accent, your bulky muscles, and that little smirk of your's. And then you take them back to your bed, find that they are weird as fuck in some way, and then you never talk to them again," she said, a little smirk of her own forming on her lips. "Am I right?"
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Post by Narwhal on Feb 12, 2014 1:01:37 GMT -6
Allie arched a brow at their teacher, who clearly was on her period. Or disliked her greatly. Not that she was surprised, since their science teacher had always been giving her dirty looks. Still, it was annoying how only she was being told to go back to her assigned seats when everybody else in the class was just sitting with whomever they wanted.
Fortunately, Brandon stepped up and spoke. She smiled widely and nodded vigorously at her teacher, "Yeeep. I'm great at dissecting things, and he isn't, so Brandon here will be needing some help," she said, smiling at her boyfriend a little.
Their teacher narrowed her eyes at Allie for a moment before letting out a reluctant sigh. "Fine, as long as you're only working," she said. Just as she was leaving their table, Allie was pretty sure that she had shot Brandon a look that meant something Allie did not understand whatsoever.
"Pfft, what's her deal?" Allie rolled her eyes before bringing her eyes to the dead pig lying on their table.
"I'm a guy. It just comes with this package of beautiful: talking too much about women," Stefan replied, boxing his face with his hands like a high fashion model would when posing.
He grabbed a pair of goggles and an apron on before pulling them on, keeping the goggles on his forehead for a few moments before sighing. "I really want bacon," he said longingly as he eyed the pig. Too bad this one didn't look anything like that delicious stuff he ate basically every morning. How unfortunate.
He flipped his messy hair when she spoke, "Hell yeah they fall for me. Especially the morning hair," he replied.
Considering his hair was slightly longer than the average male's, but not falling over his forehead stupidly, it did this weird flippy thing. Not the good kind, but the kind that requiring patient combing, something he didn't particularly like to do, especially on mornings like these.
"And you are right. But fortunately most of them moan like goddesses. Too bad some of the older girls sometimes wanted me to submit to them and that's really weird for me," he made a face, not enjoying the recollection of those memories.
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Post by Jess on Feb 12, 2014 1:52:38 GMT -6
Brandon chuckled as he looked at Allie, nudging her side playfully. "She probably just needs to get laid. Her panties are all up in a bunch, because rumor has it her husband won't even get into bed with her," he said with a little shrug as he pulled on his apron and glasses, feeling like a complete nerd with the glasses on.
"I look like a sex geek, right?" He teased, pulling on his gloves and looking down at the pig, imagining himself as a surgeon, about ready to make his first cut.
God, he would be a horrible surgeon. The smell of the thing made him want to barf. "Are you really good at dissections? I'm terrible," he said as his face scrunched in disgust.
Arabella cut into the pig, making a 'Y cut' over the abdomen as the teacher stood up front, instructing them on what to do.
She looked over to Stefan, laughing a bit. "Made you submit? Like...wanted to punish you for touching them or crap like that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She was definitely learning way too much about this guy's sex life already, but he was really interesting.
She smirked a bit, thinking about the fact that she was one of few girls he wasn't going to conquer-- she wasn't so easily pursuaded to sleep with guys.
But maybe he didn't want to sleep with her?
It really didn't matter to her.
"Im not sure I see what other girls see in you. I mean...youre alright, but you are definitely no Channing Tatum," she said teasingly.
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Post by Narwhal on Feb 21, 2014 23:16:15 GMT -6
Allie laughed a little too loud when he spoke, "Clearly. She hates me and basically every other girl in here. But she's like a pedo or something because she rubs the guys' shoulders and stuff, if you've never noticed," she scowled at the back of their teacher's head, disgusted by the thought of that. Even if she was as desperate to get laid as their teacher, she wouldn't have turned to a teenager. Like... gross.
She grinned, "Maybe just a regular geek," she teased, winking playfully. Of course he looked adorable always, but nobody looked good in those ridiculous goggles... except maybe Channing Tatum. But only maybe.
"I'm okay, but at least I won't puke on it or anything," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. Pulling on her gloves and the goggles, she grabbed the scalpel apprehensively. Just because she wouldn't puke didn't mean she wouldn't get lightheaded over the blood. Thank God for the gloves. There was always something about that protective layer of latex that made touching those guts a whole lot better.
Stefan smirked as she began to cut the pig, "I'm really good at kicking back and watching if you wanna do all this cutting stuff," he told her with a grin, wagging his eyebrows. Cutting open dead animals wasn't his thing. Sure he can deal with the blood and guts, but it wasn't exciting poking at a dead pig's stomach. It made him never want to eat bacon gain.
He nodded vigorously, "Yeah. At first, it was okay--she tied me to the bed and blindfolded me and all that fun stuff. But then I touched her boob once and she tried to get me on my hands and knees so she could spank me for being a 'naughty boy'. Maybe that's hot to some people, but it's weird so I'm done with her," he rolled his eyes. It was an unpleasant memory, especially since she had been super sexy and her tits--god damn!
He scoffed in disbelief when she spoke, "Excuse you. I am sexy as fuck as you're just jealous," he flipped his little tuff of hair on the top of his head dramatically. "Betch," he rolled his eyes over-dramatically for her amusement, smirking a little afterwards.
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Post by Jess on Feb 21, 2014 23:44:05 GMT -6
Brandon looked at her with a grimace when she mentioned how the teacher would rub on all the boys. Really, it's not like they all minded. For a woman in her late twenties, she was a rather sexy woman. She was even better looking underneath it all...
Brandon shook his head, clearing his throat as he turned his attention back to what they were doing. "Yeah, um, I have noticed," he said, recounting the times she had randomly grabbed his crotch in class, which is what had really started the affair.
"Well, I'm not really sure if I will puke....but the smell of the formaldehyde makes me very light headed, and there will be a possibility of me puking," he admitted, not really being the type that liked to admit to his weak stomach, but it was completely true. He had a horrible problem with just about anything that had to do with a body--what comes out of it, what is in it, and just about everything else.
Arabella looked over at him, raising a brow as she let out a little snort. "Right, you get to stand there and admire me while I work on getting you an 'A'? Doesn't exactly sound fair to me," she said as she pulled the pig open, pinning down it's sides to the board the teacher provided them so that the pig would remain open.
She couldn't help but to feel a little awkward as he explained the sexual things that he did with some faceless and nameless woman, especially while she was looking at this dead thing in front of her. "Sounds hot," she teased, a little smirk peering across her lips, though she wasn't exactly the type that liked to play dominant, recessive, bullshit.
"Handcuffs are always fun. And blindfolds, especially with chocolate involved, is even better. But I don't do that whips and chains stuff--I mean, pain during sex can be nice, but not in a way where somebody is beating you," she said as she shook her head, knowing that there was a lot more to why some people liked to be beat, or beat people, but she really wasn't going to go too much into that. It would make a conversation with a stranger way too deep for her liking.
She finally looked over at him, laughing lightly. "Jealous of you? Right, of course I am."
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