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Stranger Sex Meme

You don't know the person -- whether you've never tagged them or you're retconning all cr, this person has never spoken to you before. But all you really want to do is fuck.



Scenes:

1. Back Alley - Just met them, no time, well here, have a back alley.

2. Picked Up at a Bar - Well you could go home or you could fuck in the bathroom.

3. Club - Grinding against someone is kind of like sex. Why not go all the way?

4. School/ Uni - Under the bleachers, in an empty classroom? Maybe you arrived to be tutored and there's only one person in the library?

5. Job - At work and just met a hot client? New at the job and want to blow the boss? Well the freezer at your job might not work so well, but you can try.

6. Blind Date - Set up on a date somewhere, you hit it off, and bam! Sex.

7. Gloryhole/ Sex on Purpose - You went somewhere specific to have stranger sex.

8. Out and About - Doing your menial tasks and you met someone you just really want to pick up. Totally the 'other' catagory.

You know the deal:
-Post your character/ preferences.
-Post around.
-Profit.

Comments

kind of a 1/2

[cater]

[She looks like a good girl. Not nearly all that rich, but pretty with pale pink skin and pink lips. She's used to these endeavors. It's almost regular now. These bars have a certain clientele, and she looks the part.

She's snorted a few lines already, now trying to find a man older than her. These are her vices, the pieces of her life where she can be free. She spots one of the men at the end of the bar.]

Is someone sitting here?

[i_favour_you]

[He's not high, he's not drunk. What he is is attempting to avoid one very annoying sober companion that has been following him incessantly since he made the mistake of mentioning that he was irritated that his favorite prostitute had the night off. Risky behavior, Watson had said. She was concerned about him spiraling downwards and tried to get him to do some jazzercise or something equally ridiculous with her.

He said he had to go put on his trainers. He put on his coat and headed here.

His mind and body need sex to function and he knows this. Since he now spends a majority of his time with Watson, who prefers wearing snug-fitting trousers to everything they do, he finds his testosterone levels require more sex than before. This would be fine if Natasha was around. She isn't.

He takes a sip of his water and looks up to the girl who has asked him if she could sit with him. She's vaguely high, the way she breathes through her nose and the dilation of her pupils gives this much away. He doesn't care, he tells himself. Cocaine is far better when shot up, anyway.]

Not at all.

[cater]

[She sits down, the skirt of her vera wang dress hiking up her thigh. Despite her age, she knows this game pretty well. In any country. Her move from Australia had proved that much, though she's replaced school with some menial intern work at some stock company.

Day in and day out. But then vices are vices for a reason. And at least she's getting paid well enough to live, and without a morally ambiguous job as an almost prostitute. They called it Sleeping Beauty for a reason.

The bartender comes over, and she orders a glass of whiskey, on the rocks. Top shelf. It's then her eyes finally look at him and offer a sweet smile, something akin to innocent, but wasn't that the point?]

Long day?

[i_favour_you]

[he sniffs]

Flatmate driving me mad. [He supposed that's what Watson was, now. His flatmate. Odd, to think of her that way.]

And you?

[The girl is small and petite. Not really his type, if he thinks about it. He likes his women dominant and controlling and just a streak of vicious. But his body could probably care less about it right now.

Watson would be infuriated with him, mentally scanning the woman next to him like she was a bit of meat at the deli.]

[cater]

[In a bar like this, upscale and a pick up place, one dresses to be viewed as such. Is it demeaning? No more so than the men in designer suits trying to outsize the man next to them as if the price on their suit equates to the size of their cock.

Everything about her is tailored to make a man look. The black dress that makes her skin china-like, the pink lipstick that brings out her full lips, the soft eye makeup that brings out her gentle hazel eyes that match her light brown hair. That too was pulled up for a reason. It gave her neck precise lines, curves that started at her shoulders and moved subtly over her body.

She doesn't mind his eyes on her. The bartender gives her her drink and she produces enough to cover it. Even if she knows she can get anyone else to pay for it. She takes a drink, still looking at him.]

Off of work, bored, and no flatmate to keep me company. [Granted most things, most people bored her. But that was what was exciting about trysts with men she didn't know, with taking drugs, with doing all sorts of high risk activities that were certainly not good for her.]

[i_favour_you]

I assume since you're not a prostitute anymore that this would be more of a social advance, then? Not that I'm unwilling to pay, just really unwilling to attempt standard chit-chat.

[Ah, the social tourette's. Holmes fully blames the fact that people make their past so obvious on them, like this girl's outfit, the way her shoes are perfectly aligned to show off the curve of her calves and the way her dress rides up just the right amount.]

[cater]

I was never a prostitute. Men paid for my beauty, but that was all. [No. Her former job was far more lucrative. Extremely wealthy, old men would pay for to lie in bed naked while she slept, under a sedative of course. There was no sex. Of that she actually knew of. They were lonely, tired men who wanted their youth back. Though surely they touched her, but the job description was clear and her former boss made it even clearer to the clients.

She finishes the whiskey with one gulp, the burn a comfort to her. She's actually pleased with his forwardness. While she knows how to do this song and dance, nothing is more tiring than the facade that they will be friends when this is all said and done. As if the man sitting beside her cares anything about her life.

So she cuts to the chase, putting a hand on his thigh.]

Where do you want to do this then?

[i_favour_you]

Alleyway out back too public for you?

[cater]

[She bites her lip, an amused smile tugging there. He really is to the point. She grabs her clutch and makes to stand.]

Lead the way.

[i_favour_you]

[It's hardly the best he's ever been, but she's willing and not insulting him by playing at being friends. Using people is something that Watson has told Holmes is one of his problems----he sees some people simply as tools to utilize, though he's done his best to see them as otherwise. At least this girl---he really should confirm that she's at least eighteen---doesn't seem to mind it so long as she can use him.

He stands and nods, leaving a dollar on the bar and heading towards the door.]

[cater]

[Nothing more needs to be said. Lucy is fine with this arrangement, and she clearly doesn't care about using people. Not when the understanding is mutual. It's better that way. She won't even have to slip out of his flat in the morning.

They slip out the back door, and it's clear they've both been back here a time or two.]

[i_favour_you]

[he looks around, and nods to a place hidden behind a rubbish bin. Hardly the most romantic of places, but if either of them wanted romance, they wouldn't have come here.

He tries to work her out. An unusually pretty girl to seek out such unpleasant couplings. She could easily have married wealthy or become a model or anything but this. He turns to face her.]

You look young.

[cater]

[She doesn't object to where he takes her, hands already working at his shirt. For a moment she looks up at him.]

Maybe I am. [Age is pretty relative. And if that was what he wanted, she doesn't object to that either. He can think whatever he wanted of her.]

[i_favour_you]

[He doesn't stop her as she works at his shirt, revealing the tattoo at his shoulder and the hair on his chest. He doesn't respond by undressing her, not yet.]

You're not that young, though. No fear at being caught with someone much older than you.

[cater]

Except I wouldn't be the one getting in trouble. Society never blames the girl. [She says this offhanded with a smirk. Her eyes catch the tattoo, and it's not something she expected. Lucy's hands fall to his hips.]

You shouldn't try figuring me out. There's nothing to tell.

[i_favour_you]

Maybe it's part of the game.

[Sex is generally a relatively repellant activity, but she is attractive enough, and her hands are warm on his hips. He takes a step forward, maneuvering her up against the wall.]

[cater]

[She's smaller against him, easily pushed up against the wall. Letting out a breath, her hands move to his shoulders now. She seems pleased with how things are going.]

I'm just a girl you met at a bar who you're going to fuck. That's the game.

[i_favour_you]

[He finds his lips twitch up into a small smirk at this response. She's very no-bullshit about this. So long as things turn out well, he might go so far as to get her number for future relieving-of-sexual-issues.

He lowers his hands down to the hem of her dress and traces them up her thigh.]

Sort of game where everyone wins.

[cater]

[She can feel his hands move up, revealing her stockings and garter. Eyes staying on his, there's a grin. She wants more already.]

It's the only game I play.

[i_favour_you]

[Oh, that's a good grin. He grins in return and leans forward to kiss the side of her neck as his hands play over her garter straps.

There's a lovely little thrill in here, right here. Because there's the possibility that they could be spotted, that they could be seen, and while that doesn't really create any sort of physical stimuli, it does create a lovely little psychological thrill that Holmes rather enjoys.]

[cater]

[She leans her neck back, exposing it to him. She's pliable in his hands, moving as he sees fit. It isn't that she can't be more controlling, but her size gives way to submission, and she doesn't mind that as well. Her hands flex up his back, needing to touch more. One leg opens wider to brace up against his hip.

There's always a thrill in all of this, in the position, in the back alley. She's exposing herself to him, and absolutely loving it.]

[i_favour_you]

[Holmes always acts as a submissive to the prostitutes he brings home. It feels good to let go, to not have to be in control. He doesn't mind taking control here, though. They both need the release, and he'd rather not worry about giving up control in a situation this dangerous.

She braces her leg against his hip and he nips at her neck, riding her skirt up higher so he can run his hand over her buttock.]

[cater]

[She bites her lip, feeling her dress around her waist as his hand moved over her bottom. Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Lucy pressed her hips to his, needing some sort of friction.]

[i_favour_you]

[She presses her hips against his, and he lets out a low groan in the back of his throat. Yes, this is good. Right now.

He moves one hand to his pocket, reaching for a condom.]

[cater]

[He seems to get her cue, and thank god. There's nothing worse than a guy who is insistent on foreplay when all she wants is to get fucked. If she wanted to come from being stinulated, she had a vibrator that worked just fine.

When he moved back, she kept herself in that position. He would need to at least pick up one of her legs, but she kept her legs spread, a hand already working her panties down to her knees.]