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The dinner had gone better than Lawrence had expected it to go. Once everything was all said and done, the two were standing outside of the restaurant, where Lawrence had removed his jacket and slung it over their arm as they were figuring out their plans for the rest of the night.
”I had a great time tonight.” He smiled, glancing over to the soccer player.
“The night doesn’t have to end just yet,” Becca replied, flashing Lawrence a coy smile. Other people might find it hard, taking what they want, but for Becca, it was a run of the mill activity. When something, or someone, caught her eye, she was determined to get her hands on it. Tonight, that someone was Lawrence Townsend. “Unless of course, you want it to?” The dark haired vixen batted her eyes and ever so slightly pushed her lips into a pout, fixing her newest snack with a gaze that should’ve been illegal. This was a textbook Becca Helmsley move. The slight pout, the batting of the eyes, the sultry look. She was experienced in this art form, that much was clear.
Oh. So it was gonna be like that, hm?
”Of course I don’t.” Lawrence smiled. He’d always been one to end dates right around this point, but Becca - Becca was something special. There was an allure about her that Lawrence simply couldn’t resist. Could this bite him in the ass later on? Yeah, it could, but it was a price he was willing to pay if it got him some time with this beautiful specimen of a girl. ”What do you think we should do, though?”
Becca’s fingers found Lawrence’s tie and slowly but firmly pulled on it, bringing the football star closer and closer. Looking up at the football star, wearing her signature smirk, Becca replied in a manner that she figured would probably give Bailee a heart attack. “How about, I give you a ride, and you think long and hard about that one.” You could say many things about Becca Helmsley, but no one could ever say she wasn’t bold enough.
Lawrence blinked twice and tilted his bed as soon as the words that left Becca’s lips processed through his brain. Did she really just say that? Lawrence had to do a mental double take. A ride. There was definitely a ride he would’ve liked to go on, and the best thing was that the ride was right there, in front of his eyes, and in the flesh. ”Yeah? Why don’t you go ahead and get that ride?”
Becca smiled, content with Lawrence’s choice. She pulled her phone from her handbag and quickly sent a text to James, requesting a pickup. He was parked in a garage across the street, awaiting her text per usual. Only moments later, she spied her trademark black limo pulling out of the garage and rolling up to the curb in front of the pair. James stepped out of the driver side and hurried over to open up the door for Becca. Grinning, she gave James a nod to show her thanks, and proceeded to climb into the limo, pulling Lawrence in by his tie. “Take us home James,” she called out to her assistant, to which he replied by simply nodding and pulling out onto the street.
The limo maneuvered it’s way through traffic while Becca did her worst on Lawrence. The light touches, whispered words, and practiced neck kisses of a teenager who spent far too much time having sex considering her age. By the time the limo pulled up to the Helmsley Estate, she was confident she’d damn near melted Lawrence’s brain. Becca pulled off of the boy’s face as she felt the limousine come to a halt, and made a show of fixing her hair. “I guess I better show you around,” Becca said, punctuating her response with a wink.
Lawrence smiled like an idiot as Becca’s limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. Everyone and their mother knew what was about to happen, and it wasn’t like Lawrence was going to oppose it either. The ride to wherever it was they were headed was a rather enjoyable one, at least for Lawrence. The things they did on their way to the residence were things that were nigh unholy, but damn did Lawrence have a lot of fun.
By the time the limo came to a stop, Lawrence was washed over with a warm fuzzy feeling. He didn’t want to leave the limo, but alas all good things had to come to an end. Luckily, it seemed like this good thing was only just getting started. ”There’s more to show?” Lawrence chuckled, slowly getting up from his seat.
“There always is,” Becca responded, following Lawrence out of the limo, her heels clacking lightly against the driveway. The heiress strutted past the football star and up to her front door, which she pushed open with ease. With a sweep of her arm, she gestured for Lawrence to enter, and smirked as he took in the opulence of their foyer. “Welcome to Helmsley Castle,” Becca said. Truly, the estate really was a castle. The front of the estate, where the pool resided, stretched out behind them, while the main house towered atop a hill. Just from their elevated position at the front door, they could see for miles. “It’s kind of a lot,” Becca said, well aware of the effect her home could have on people.
”A castle?!” Taking a close look at the estate, this place was far more lavish and incredible than he could’ve ever imagined. He thought the house he lived in was fancy, but this was an entirely new level. He didn’t know that people lived in places like these. There was lavish, there was living it big, and then there was this. Helmsley Castle, as they had put it, was pretty much a compound full of nothing but the epitome of the baller life. ”Kind of a lot… I want to see what you consider a lot. Jeez, this is place is real nice.”
“Nothing but the best for the Helmsleys,” Becca said, her eyes flicking over to Lawrence and looking him up and down. Letting the door shut behind them, Becca lead Lawrence through the foyer, pointing out various points of interest along the way. “Outside is the hedge maze, and down that way is the west wing. That’s where Daddy’s study is. My room is upstairs,” Becca explained as she began to head up the stairs.
The second floor was no less extravagant than the first, but by now, Becca had foregone the tour. There was only one destination that mattered to her now. She strutted down a long hallway, and threw open a set of double doors to reveal a room fit for a queen. Becca walked in and picked up a remote and in a few clicks a fire was blazing in the stone fireplace. Another couple of clicks and the windows no longer showed the LA skyline, but instead the Eiffel Tower at night, lit up with warm soft lighting. Paris had always been Becca’s favorite destination. “Welcome to my inner sanctum,” the heiress said, turning to face Lawrence.
Maze, west wings… there was so much stuff inside of this castle that Lawrence had been a little disoriented. Luckily Becca was there to keep him oriented. He thought his place was nice, but the more he walked around the more his house felt like a shanty in the ghetto. There was a lot for him to take in in such a short span of time. However, before he knew it, he was somewhere a little more private.
Becca’s room was gorgeous. The sight was killer, but it didn’t hold a candle to the girl standing in front of him, who was honestly so radiant he felt like his face would melt off just from looking at her. She really was that gorgeous. ”This place is really nice… wow.” Lawrence then made a coy smile, ”But I’d like to explore your inner sanctum.
“Now you’re getting the hang of this,” Becca said, smirking and pulling Lawrence closer to her, locking her lips with his. Her hands came up to his hair, running her hands through it. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Townsend.”
A rather steamy session of the dance with no pants later, Lawrence flopped onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh as the two had finished. Lawrence took a huge breath, he was left breathless after the act ”Holy fuck.”
Becca grinned, pleased with Lawrence’s reaction. “I do tend to have that effect on people,” she said, sitting up in her large bed, holding the sheets to her chest. She’d been pleasantly surprised by this nights escapade. Of course she’d expected Lawrence to be decent, she wouldn’t have even slept with him otherwise. However, he’d exceeded decent tonight. She’d have to keep that in mind, while she searched for a replacement to Henry.
“This goes without saying, I’m sure, but the boys don’t need to know about this,” Becca said, referring to the Elite. Even though she’d made her way through two of them already, she had no desire for them to know everything she did. Some things were more fun that way. Plus, she preferred to gross her brother out with details of her sex life herself.
”The boys?” Lawrence was at an impasse. On one hand, the boys were life to him. There was nobody more important to him than the boys that also didn’t bear the Townsend last name. But at the same time, Becca was also technically a part of the boys, even if she wasn’t a boy boy. Was he going to honor Becca’s request? Or tell the boys his latest conquest?
”Yeah. Yeah I’ll keep this between us.”
“Excellent. That, deserves a reward.”
j o j i i s m y d a d
owns owns.
Featuring: Camille Winters and Lillian Henry
When: After the encounter with Panda
Camille was left stunned from the previous encounter with her best friend. She couldn’t believe she couldn’t say anything. Rubbing the bridge of her nose as she made her way to her locker before her next class, she had her earphones in to drown out the shallow bullshit that ran rampant in these hallways. The girl wasn’t particularly in the mood to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to hear the music and try to have her woes melt away before she went to the next class. The last thing she wanted was to come to class in a funk, because lord knows how that would go if she went to class off her game.
Speaking of the Lord, Jesus’s dickrider was making her way down the hallway. Mostly invisible to the presence of the other students, there was a sense of hatred emitting from her like radiation from Chernobyl. Everyone and their mother knew that Lillian was up to no good, so for the most part they turned away whenever they saw her. It wasn’t because they were afraid of her or anything like that, but it was because she just simply wasn’t worth bickering with. She was going to throw the bible at you. She was going to use every single thing she could against you, even if was way, way, way below the belt. It was in the name of what she believed to be holy and right, and for that, most, if not everyone here was sinning like there was no tomorrow.
Though, she had a stop to make first. She had forgotten a crucial binder in her locker that she needed for her next class. It sucked. She couldn’t believe she had been so silly to forget such a basic thing for her. This week had not been a good week for Lillian. There was the thing with the freshman she tried to consume earlier, but she was interrupted. She was in the mood to redeem herself, she was still upset about the fact that she was humiliated in front of the school’s peons.
Arriving at her locker, she inputted the same old code and it opened right on cue. Right away, there was a giant cross on display within. Her beliefs were not to be trifled with, and she was not having anyone who was going to criticize it. But, she was more than willing to criticize those who went against it. Closing her locker, she turned to see who was probably one of the most unholy people at this school. Just its sheer presence disgusted Lillian. She couldn’t believe that a person like it was allowed to exist, let alone be here.
The fucking tranny.
It didn’t fool anyone. As a matter of fact, he didn’t fool anyone. Just because you had some balloons put on your chest, ate a special pill every day, put some makeup on, and dressed like a girl didn’t make you a girl. If God wanted you to be a girl, you would’ve been one. But no, there was someone like he-she over there fucking with God’s will right there. She couldn’t believe it or his audacity. Which meant that it was the perfect target for her righteousness. God clearly didn’t want this sinful creature to be the way that they are. As harsh at it would’ve come across, Lillian honestly believed that she was doing this thing a favor by informing them of their sins and guiding them to the light, where they could hopefully have some salvation. She doubted that this particular creature would get it, but it was worth trying. In the very least, at least she maybe could’ve caused it to be removed from this world, which was just as good in her own opinion.
The sudden slamming of the lockers had startled Camille. She was able to hear it despite the music blaring in her ears. The sudden nature of the noise caused her to jump. Pulling out her earphones, she turned to see the last person she wanted to see right now. Lillian Henry. She was well known for not being very lowkey about her beliefs. It was fine for her to believe what she wanted to believe, but it was not okay to assert her beliefs the way that she did. But yet, there she was. There she was thinking she was right and holy.
News flash, it was 2043. Attitudes like that were left behind long ago.
Seeing Camille jump to the sudden commotion had put a smile on Lillian’s face. She was going to enjoy toying with Camille and hopefully make it see that its ways were wrong and unholy. Maybe then, she could make this school a better place to be. A place just a bit freer from sin. ”Oh, I’m sorry, sir, did I scare you?”
Did… did Camille really just hear that? Did she just hear one of the words she never wanted to hear ever again? Camille’s eyes narrowed. She put her tongue at the tip of her lips, nearly licking them as she glared down Lillian. She wanted to walk away, but for whatever reason, the temptation to engage with her was just too much. Camille wasn’t going to let this blatant disrespect stand.
”Nuh-uh. I didn’t just hear that, honey. You didn’t just say that.” Camille’s face contorted into a smile, but rest assured there was nothing happy behind that smile of hers.
”Why? What’s wrong with it? Am I wrong?”
”Yes, yes you are!” Camille’s nostrils were starting to flare, her face becoming flush with color. ”You’re as wrong as… wrong!”
”But explain to me why I’m wrong? I don't see any reason why I’m wrong.”
”Because it is! Why can’t you just respect what other people believe? I am a woman. That’s the end of the story.”
”No you’re not. You’re a man with fake tits and makeup.”
”...and what exactly defines a man?”
”Whatever you are.”
”But, I’m not a man. I’m a fucking woman! My license says female, my passport says female, even my birth certificate says female! I am as much of a woman as you are.”
”Right, but you’re not. Just because you lied out of your ass to the government doesn’t mean you are that lie. What about what’s in between your legs? I know there’s something there.”
”What’s in between my legs is none of your business. Why can’t you just respect what other people believe? It’s not harming you at all.”
”It is. I don’t like knowing that… things like you walk this campus. It makes me feel bad for you -- that you’re gonna go to hell knowing that you’re just nothing but a mentally ill man.”
”I just… wow. I can’t believe this. It’s 2043. You don’t gotta be a man’s man to be a man, and you don’t gotta be a woman’s woman to be a woman. That shit was left far long ago. You could be a man for all I could know. So for all intents and purposes - I am a woman.”
Lillian smiled, before shrugging. ”Okay, whatever you say, sir.” Lillian had the most smug smirk on her face.
Camille sighed, before clenching her fist. This girl had pissed her off far too much, and clearly her words weren’t going to get to her. ”Well then… I hope your lord forgives me for what I’m about to do next.”
”What?”
Before Lillian could say the next thing she had to say, her face met Camille’s fist, dropping her instantly as Camille walked over her collapsed figure. ”Lord have mercy on me…” She muttered, as she made her way to her next class.
Not a single person batted an eye at the fact that Lillian just got punched in the face. There were only small snickers as they walked past her.
<Snipped quote by Bee>
You've also spent the better part of a year having people hype it up. But now to address the spoiler stuff.
yeah I know which was what ultimately caused it to fall short of my expectations. I'm sure that if I had saw it sooner or not listen to people while they were talking to it I would've liked it way more. I liked Civil War way more than IW, honestly.
i just saw infinity war and if i'm honest it was underwhelming. i was expecting the airport scene from civil war but better but it just didn't hit that spot like civil war did. it was still a good movie, but it just wasn't as good as i was hoping it'd be. it's probably an 8.5/10 for me.
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