Post by BIANCA KNOLLS on Apr 9, 2016 13:17:42 GMT -6
Bianca huffed in frustration as she folded the same shirt for the thousandth time, trying to focus on the task at hand, but unable to really concentrate. She tried to forget the nasty things that clung onto her memory, onto her self esteem. Most things didn't bother her, especially after so many years of crap being thrown at her. Bianca liked to think she had a touch skin and was a total heartless bad ass sometimes, but really she was just a big softie with a knack for survival. When the woman she slept with last night started screaming at her glowing blue eyes and calling Bianca a freak, a monster, it had struck a cord. That was only part of the problem, a small bruise to her ego that she would eventually get over. What really bothered her about it was her next actions. Bianca was a succubus and she'd been in the middle of a feed after a stupidly long drought in sexual activity, and so the woman screaming at her really wasn't something that her demon self was going to let stop her. So, with a touch of a hand, Bianca has sent immeasurably strong surges of desire through the woman's body, and instantly she was putty in the hybrid's hand.
The thing that troubled her about it was the very blurry lines of consensual and non consensual sex. The woman clearly had every intention of backing out when Bianca had used her gifts to convince her otherwise. She knew the woman enjoyed herself- Bianca wouldn't have bee able to feed otherwise. Still, she wasn't sure how great that woman... her name was Claire, Bianca reminded herself.... anyway, how great that woman was going to feel about the encounter in the morning. She wasn't worried about exposure- what was the lady going to say, a lady with vibrant blue eyes made her want to have sex? Nah, that wasn't the issue. She hated the idea of Claire waking up and feeling guilty over what she'd done, or horrified with herself in any way. Of course, Bianca hadn't stuck around long enough to see how that was all going to pan out. She slipped away early in the morning and went home, and then showered, ate some cold pizza in her fridge, and then went the store earlier, tiding it up and putting new stuff out on the shelves. Everything had been taken care of and pristine thirty minutes before opening, and so that's what had lead to the perfectionist OCD of folding the same damn shirt over and over again.
When it was time to open, she turned on the music to the store, unlocked the doors and flipped on the welcome lights out front. Everything was slow, only a few people filtering in here and there, trying stuff on and then leaving. A couple of times when someone was on the fence about something, Bianca would stoke their shoulder, send a low spark of affection through the physical touch, not enough to make them all in love with her, but just enough to receive a blush here and there, and then they'd buy it. Over all, it was all uneventful, and despite the fact that Bianca's mood continued to sour throughout the hours, her smile did not leave her face when working with customers. At noon she closed the shop for lunch hour, putting a note outside the door saying they'd open again at one.
She was sitting on the counter next to the register, her back facing the front of the store when she heard the jingling of the lock being opened, the tell tale sign of her business partner and best friend. When the door shut, Bianca hopped off the counter and said in an annoyed tone, "You're late, Ranz." Turning around to face the girl, she added, "Before you ask, yes I am in a bad mood and no, I don't want to talk about it." She snatched up a shirt and walked around the counter, plopping it back to where it belonged without folding it. Bianca sighed realizing that yeah, she actually did want to talk about it, so she said, "Ranz, why the hell do I have to be such a crap person?" She tilted her head and pouted slightly, "Will you still love me even if I'm queen of all suck?"
The thing that troubled her about it was the very blurry lines of consensual and non consensual sex. The woman clearly had every intention of backing out when Bianca had used her gifts to convince her otherwise. She knew the woman enjoyed herself- Bianca wouldn't have bee able to feed otherwise. Still, she wasn't sure how great that woman... her name was Claire, Bianca reminded herself.... anyway, how great that woman was going to feel about the encounter in the morning. She wasn't worried about exposure- what was the lady going to say, a lady with vibrant blue eyes made her want to have sex? Nah, that wasn't the issue. She hated the idea of Claire waking up and feeling guilty over what she'd done, or horrified with herself in any way. Of course, Bianca hadn't stuck around long enough to see how that was all going to pan out. She slipped away early in the morning and went home, and then showered, ate some cold pizza in her fridge, and then went the store earlier, tiding it up and putting new stuff out on the shelves. Everything had been taken care of and pristine thirty minutes before opening, and so that's what had lead to the perfectionist OCD of folding the same damn shirt over and over again.
When it was time to open, she turned on the music to the store, unlocked the doors and flipped on the welcome lights out front. Everything was slow, only a few people filtering in here and there, trying stuff on and then leaving. A couple of times when someone was on the fence about something, Bianca would stoke their shoulder, send a low spark of affection through the physical touch, not enough to make them all in love with her, but just enough to receive a blush here and there, and then they'd buy it. Over all, it was all uneventful, and despite the fact that Bianca's mood continued to sour throughout the hours, her smile did not leave her face when working with customers. At noon she closed the shop for lunch hour, putting a note outside the door saying they'd open again at one.
She was sitting on the counter next to the register, her back facing the front of the store when she heard the jingling of the lock being opened, the tell tale sign of her business partner and best friend. When the door shut, Bianca hopped off the counter and said in an annoyed tone, "You're late, Ranz." Turning around to face the girl, she added, "Before you ask, yes I am in a bad mood and no, I don't want to talk about it." She snatched up a shirt and walked around the counter, plopping it back to where it belonged without folding it. Bianca sighed realizing that yeah, she actually did want to talk about it, so she said, "Ranz, why the hell do I have to be such a crap person?" She tilted her head and pouted slightly, "Will you still love me even if I'm queen of all suck?"
731 || @esperanza || outfit || sorry i waited so long to kick these two off! <3
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