santana—-hbic:

She had enough of his face and the tone he used when he talked to her, sometimes she had to do things she didn’t want to just to get rid of unpleasant people, such as himself. “It was hard but it’ll be harder going home without my motorcycle.” she said, pulling the key as soon as it was between her fingers and putting it around her neck before picking up her shoes and taking a bag from one side of the couch to get her decent clothes on. “With that face and having the most awkwardly looking body in all town of course it’s hard not to notice when you stare like a creep.” Truth be told she hated when people saw her as nothing more but a piece of meat. Of course, she was, in a way, but that gave no one the right to mistake her for a prostitute. The story of how she ended being a stripper was actually quite stupid, but it was better than having nothing at all “… I don’t whore myself out at all.” She added to his comment. Really what the heck was going through his head? Idiots be idiots all their lives, she thought. “Do you have any friends on the same economical level as you?” She asked him. If she was lucky enough he’d never ask for her again and she could dance for people who paid as much as his father had done just to see her stripping. “In all seriousness if I’m offered that much money again I’ll have to perform for you. Whether I like it, or not.” She raised her brows as she spoke, picking her hair in a pony tail before walking to the door. “Really, don’t come looking for me again. This… you will never have, meerkat.”

Sebastian shrugged, sighing as she mentioned not being able to get to her motorcycle because he’d… Well, whatever he’d done for that to happen, because, of course, he was the cause. No, Miss Latina over there had nothing to do with it whatsoever. There was no way in hell she could’ve prevented any of this to happen by standing up to him. Yeah, sure. Please, this wasn’t hardly his fault. It wasn’t like he could’ve known she wouldn’t be too eager to jump on his dick as he’d almost requested her. Or maybe all she had to do was treat him like a normal person, rather than a grade A asshole. Okay, so maybe he was somewhat of an asshole, but he’d treat her equally if she would’ve just reasoned with him and stayed calm. Instead of flipping on him like he’d tried to fucking rape her, which he really hadn’t, by the way. He’d been much worse of a dick to many girls, and guys, and this one was just being overly dramatic. He rolled his eyes, “Yes, I do. And I can assure you they’re ten times worse than I am, so, if you dislike me, you’ll certainly dislike them.” He snorted, “Yeah, whatever.” Reaching inside his jacket, he took out his wallet, taking out half of its content, not even sure how much money that’d be in total. He held out the money to her, waiting for her to take it. “Take a cab home, or something. I don’t care. That should be plenty of money to do the job. Now could you please put that damn key to good use and unlock the door so I can leave?”

santana—-hbic:

Because asking woman to sleep with you out of the sudden isn’t appropriate. It doesn’t matter if said woman has been dancing for you for the past half hour.

Being inappropriate doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person, so, really, I don’t see what’s the problem here.

santana—-hbic:

Do you approach women on the street to tell them you want to have sex with them?

And this question is relevant to this conversation… how exactly?

santana—-hbic:

I don’t do any harm to anyone. And no, I only described you. Some men even come around with their wives because they want to learn something to spice their intimacy… and I still get paid. You’re just a disgusting excuse for a man, Mr. Smythe. 

And such a spot-on description it was, because after half an hour you know me better than I know myself. Obviously. And I fail to see how enjoying a woman’s body is such a wrong thing. I’ve never fully forced anything on anyone.

santana—-hbic:

Men are all disgusing pieces of crap just because they think their money can get them anything. What’s wrong with the world? I don’t rob, I’m not a homewrecker, I don’t sell drugs… I simply dance while I strip to earn my money and solve my daily expenses. I have an honest job.

I swear I’m cutting someone’s balls if I get asked to have sex with a client again.

And your honest job would be selling your body - if not for sex, but for dancing and stripping - to men like the one’s you’ve just described so wonderfully. Right.

santana—-hbic:

Taking her time, biting her tongue as she stood from where she was sitting, Santana tried her best to calm down, massaging the back of her neck with one hand. She finally looked down at him as she stretched her hand out. “Give me the key…” The next few words took all of her effort. “… please?” She even closed her eyes while the one-word question escaped her mouth. It was so embarrassing asking someone like him for something she had perfect right to do since she worked there and she could’ve even said no to his father when he paid her. Now she understood why he had paid her far more than she was used to receive with this kind of clients; rich and powerful because of their economic position. No girl in her five senses would take him as a client if they knew in advance how much of an asshole he was. Sadly for her, if she was offered with the same sum of money, she would dance for him again. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you before as a regular around here.” She crossed her arms on her chest as she talked. “And not only here but in every place I’m featured. Mr. Sebastian Smythe.” Sighing she finally calmed down a little bit more. “In the end it’s not all your fault. Someone should’ve told you, unlike most of my stage partners, I don’t sleep around… I really hope not to see you again.”

Frankly, Sebastian hadn’t expected her to give in so easily, a smirk appearing on his face as she asked him as nicely as possible. “There we go… That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Lowering his arm, he looked down at the key, and back up at her hand. He got up slowly, stretching his back, before approaching her and letting the key dangle in front of her face. “Here you go,” he gently took her hand, placed the object on her palm and curled her fingers around it. With a wink, he backed out and watched her from a distance, waiting for her to leave. She seemed to have calmed down slightly, and he wasn’t sure what side of her was more intriguing. “It would be fairly hard to not notice me, Ms. Lopez.” He spent a lot of nights in clubs like these, so he knew almost every stripper available. Sebastian had seen her before, too, but never felt the urge to pick her. Now he knew why he’d never picked her before; his gut had been trying to tell him it’d only be a waste of his time. He didn’t particularly care if he’d wasted his time, their meeting had been quite interesting. Even if the rejection was still taunting him. “It’s good that you decide to not whore yourself out completely, you should stick to that,” he nodded, “And as for hoping to never meeting me again, I’m always around when you least expect it, so don’t get your hopes up.”

ooc: I’ve got to go, sorry. I’ll reply first thing in the morning.

santana—-hbic:

“Listen, asshole, not only do I have to stand some meerkat freak whose daddy paid me to dance and strip for, but I’m also facing the possibility of staying here for the night and I don’t like that. You’re pissing me off and trust me, if your little lawyers scared me I would’ve already taken your pants off and suck you off.” She said, completely unafraid of his thoughts or even his next words, whatever they would be. She had escaped legal problems before, it wasn’t that difficult anyway. Maybe she got paid for dancing suggestively for men, but she was still a human being; a woman, and much like any other woman, she expected people to respect her and not humiliate her for the way she earned her money for food and other expenses. Santana wasn’t aware at that moment of what he was doing, how close her body was to his own or even if he was trying something else again. He really had to do things differently if he wanted her to sleep with him, and nothing was an actual guarantee that she would end up doing it. “Just tell me a way  I can get out of here as soon as possible and we can just forget about this stupid incident”

Sebastian only smirked. Again, the meerkat face insult got a chuckle to escape his lips. She was quite amusing. “No, you listen to me. Frankly, I don’t care if you suck me off, or if my dick gets any action at all tonight. Do you want to know what really gets me off?” He didn’t wait for her to answer, instead just continuing straight away, “The game we’re playing here. Now you can just keep doing what you’re doing, continue to provide me with what I need, or you can just stop and we’re done here.” He was actually serious. If she stopped being the feisty Latina she was, and instead just sat down and stopped giving him what he wanted, he’d let her go. To put it differently, he was giving her a choice. Which was a first, because he normally never did such thing. Playing with the key and making sure it stayed out of her range, he raised his eyebrows, shrugging slightly, contemplating what answer to give her. “How about you just ask nicely? Because you’ve never asked me for the key. You demanded me to give the key, yelled at me, straddled me - yes, you did, so you can’t blame me for placing a hand on that lovely thigh of yours. I’m a guy after all, and you’re hot. You tempted me - while all you had to do was ask for it.” And again, he was telling the truth. He would hand over the key if she asked politely. But she wasn’t the slightest bit polite, so why should he show his manners?

santana—-hbic:

Feeling his fingers on her skin made her react almost immediately, her own hand slipping to her thigh to shove his hand off. “Keep your fucking hands off of me.” She growled, lazing her fingers with the ones still touching her to push it to the seat, immobilizing him, trying to reach for the key once more, just making it all worse without even noticing or even caring about where her movements on top of his body were heading to. “I swear I’ll kick you in the balls so hard you won’t be able to find a comfortable position to sit in a month if you don’t give me that key in this moment!” She threatened him, a fierce look on her eyes as she settled her nails on his neck, ready to cause as much harm as her strength would allow her to. Her face close to his own and her breathing ragged with anger. Barely anyone managed to get her to this point of anger and one thing as for certain, she’d rather stay there until someone asked for her and they decided to go looking for her instead of giving it up to him .

It really was her own fault his hand was on her thigh, though, she’d given him access to it by straddling him all of a sudden. So, really, who was the one to blame here? Sebastian shrugged, “Listen, sweetheart, if you hadn’t thrown yourself at me, I wouldn’t even be in the position to lay my hand upon your body, so don’t you snap at me for something you could’ve easily avoided if you’d thought before you acted.” He didn’t try to snake his hand back up her body, moving his other hand out of her range again as she reached up for it a second time, pressing her body closer to his while doing so. “I wouldn’t try doing that, sugar, you’d get into a lot of trouble with lawyers if you even so much as tried.” Sometimes it was very convenient to be a rich guy’s son. Mh, and she was getting more feisty with the minute, which was a huge turn-on for him. He felt her nails in his neck, and frowned slightly, wondering how much damage she could do with those. The possible scenarios left his head as soon as he realized that not only their bodies, but also their faces were close to one another. Actually, her face was so close to his he could feel her breath on his cheek. Again, he realized she probably wasn’t even aware of the closeness of their bodies, her anger seemed to overpowering for anything else to matter.

santana—-hbic:

Jesus fucking Christ. What did I ever do to get this asshole as a client? She wondered, actually raising her eyes to the ceiling for a bit. “Far more interesting than yours, absolutely.” She snorted, narrowing her eyes as soon as she saw him yawning. She couldn’t possibly be more frustrated than she was already, and she contented herself, even if it was just a little, by rolling her eyes and shaking her head softly. At the point she was, she didn’t even know what he wanted anymore. His pride was surely hurt since she rejected him, and he wasn’t like most of her clients, at least, one side of him had to be different, and his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She wasn’t granting him the satisfaction of being the one in control. He clearly didn’t know anything about her and that was an advantage.

“I’ll question anything I want about you. I owe you nothing.” She continued. Listening to him was making everything more and more difficult as time went by. True, she could go and pull the key away from his fingers, open the door and leave, but then again, that smirk and just that general expression of “Oh, I think I’m better than you” clearly told her it was going to be far more complicated than that. “Okay, I don’t give a fuck anymore.” She granted, rushing her movements to end up sitting on his lap, her knees at each side of his hips as she raised both of her hands to reach for the key. “Give it to me now!” She exclaimed, unaware of how clear she left the path for him to do as he pleased; her defences low at that very moment.

“Mh, I’m sure,” he raised his eyebrows lazily, not even bothering to tell her otherwise. He couldn’t deny the rolling of her eyes made him clench his fists slightly in annoyance. But it also wasn’t hard to notice her frustration, which made his ego grow just a bit bigger. And he needed his ego to grow at least twice the size of him, because the rejection - call it humiliation if you like - made it hard for him to keep his usual act up. He hated not being able to let witty comments slip without having to think. And all of that because of some girl that decided she was too good for him. The more time spent in her presence, the harder it got to hide that the rejection actually did affect him. And boy, was that pissing him off.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. She was getting defensive, and, while he enjoyed it with every ounce of his body, it almost always meant the game would be coming to an end, because the other would end up storming out. He cocked his head to the side, playing with the key he was still holding, “Welcome to my world, darling. Doesn’t it feel great to not care about anything?” He hadn’t exactly expected her to actually try and take the key from him, and surely not like this, with her legs on either side of him, straddling him. She probably wasn’t even aware she’d just made things ten times easier for him. “Like I’ve told you before; no.” When her hands reached up to snatch the key out of his hand, he simply moved the one hand clutching the key out of her range, bringing his other one down to slowly stroke her thigh. “Do you realize that you’ve basically thrown your body into my hands, right now?” His lips were pulled into the familiar smirk again, his eyes showed a somewhat devious spark. God, was he loving this right now.