Moving In {Aly, Antoinette & Oliver}

[alyssa elouise paine]

Aly-Cat

Outfit;; in post
Mood;; Anxious

Alyssa sat on the bench outside of her daddy's glorious shining new apartment complex. Her things had been put away over a month ago in her own private penthouse. Now she was waiting on the arrival of her best friend Anoinette and a friend of the girl's. By the way An gushed Aly had figured out it was her best friend's newest friend...with a benefits package.

She yawned, checking her watch. It was a rare occasion that she was out of bed and ready this early, usually she'd be sleeping in, sleepign off a hangover, or just sleeping with somebody. Never was she sitting outside in the early morning summer heat. She kept ducking back into the lobby, not wanting to sweat off her make-up. She wondered why they insisted on renting a U-Haul and moving everything without the hired help.

She wrote it off as An wanting an eyeful of whatever gangly boy she was currently fucking, sweating and grunting with the weight of her many clothes that she was sure to have brought with her.

Eventually the moving van pulled up and Aly rose from her seat on the wrought iron bench by the door, thank god it was shaded well, and strode over to meet the new guy and to greet her friend, and hopefully get everything moved before it got unbearably hot outside.

Snacks and drinks waited upstairs for them to take a break with once everything was done. She pulled down the hem to her blue ass hugging shorts and shook out the snug hot pink tanktop with the black film peace design running up the front. One of her mom's favorites.

"C'mon down." she called up with a smile to the cab of the truck, trying to get a look at An's sex-beau.

[Oliver Isaac Danhood]

OLIVER DANHOOD

Mood;; Interested
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet.

So, Antoinette was moving in with somebody. Oliver, when he had first heard, had been about to burst out laughing, until it was clarified that that somebody was Alyssa, Antoinette's little BFF. Whatever that was. Anyway, she'd asked Oliver to help her get everything moved in, be it so she didn't have to spend money on hired help or--more likely--so she could watch him putting his physique to use doing something other than 'hitting' her. Other than the heat, he had no real problem with it.

They'd still rented a U-haul.

Oliver pulled up to the penthouse and stopped the truck, setting the park brake and pulling the key out. As the very loud engine cut off, he heard the tail end of what Alyssa said, her unexpected voice bringing out a slight frown as he looked at Antoinette. "And that was...?" Despite the frown, his tone was playful as he opened the cab's door, swinging himself down and landing with slightly bent knees. Oh god.

It was stinkin' hot out there. One easily forgets the heat of the day when they've been in an air-conditioned truck. It was for this reason alone that Oliver took an extra second in standing his full height and noticing the eager-looking girl watching him. His eyes soaked up everything about her, her shorts, her tank, her barely-not-sweated-off makeup. Then, finally letting his black eyes fall on her own, he smirked. "Hello." This would be Alyssa.

But his interest was much better kept with his little Puppet, his eyes soon leaving the younger girl and moving back to his favored, his smirk growing wider while he waited.

[Antoinette Estrella Glasson]

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Moving day was here, Alyssa has extended an invitation for Antoinette to move in with her at her new pent house about a week ago and she had spent the week packing her thing and getting ready. Or telling the help at her parents mansion what to do would be a better way of putting it. Surely Alyssa had one or two people to help her unpack it all but if not she supposed that she could take a bit of time out to unpack some of her things before calling some of the help at her now currently empty Mansion to so the rest for her.

She heard her eager bestie as the trucks too loud engine cut off and let ot a small laugh. Her and Alyssa usually ended up switching boys and girls to have sex with and she was sure her friend was appraising what she would soon be trying to conquest. Sometimes she wondered if her friend got even more than she did, but she didn't really care either way. It didn't matter much did it?

Once Oliver got out instead of getting out of herside of the truck she slid across the one large front seat. Being careful not to have a Britney Spears moment with the dangerously short skirt even though she had underwear on. Her feet, adorned in black flats hit the ground not so softly as she shut the door behind her. The impact with the ground causing her large chest to bounce, which was dangerous considering they appeared to be almost falling out of the tank top as it was.

She didn't let her internal shock of the sudden temperature change faze her. Luckily she wouldn't be doing much out in this sweltering summer sun. For a moment she felt kind of bad for asking Oliver to do this for her when she could have easily gotten her hired help to do it for a little extra dough. But seeing Oliver using his physique somewhere other than the bedroom was just a bit too tempting to pass up. Alyssa probably agreed whoeheartedly now that she saw him.

"Hey Alyssa." Antoinette said gretting her best friend with a smile. She smoothed out her short skirt and thought about the day ahead. A whole day of watching a hot guy putting his muscles to work. She had a feeling her and Alyssa were going to enjoy the whole moving process more with some serious eye candy.

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[alyssa elouise paine]

Aly-Cat


Mood;; Slightly Irked

Alyssa eyed the older boy as well, appreciating his taste in clothing. It was similar to her own..well, most of the time. But it was too damn hot to be in a jacket and black skinny jeans as she usually was. So, she resorted to this little bnumber, her hopes high that he would have at least brought along a friend for her to make move son. Now she felt awkward being so scantily clad in front of this guy who was obviously the property of Antoinette-whether he knew it or not- at elast for now...

She smiled to them both, hugging her friend briefly before holding out her hand to Oliver,"I'm Alyssa, obviously. You'd think a socialite such as Antoinette would know to introduce folks. So I'll do that for her. I know you'd have to be Oliver, so now that that shit's outta the way let's get to moving, eh?" she hurried, letting him know she wasn't as flighty as her friend. Quite the feminist, actually.

She took he rhand back after they shook and went around o the back of the truck, wondering if he had the decency not to stare at her behind while she was walking away. She loved what the looks An had given her meant. Sehe was free to appreciate his presence right along with her.

Aly heaved the rolling door up in one swift motion and climbed up intot he back of it. It wasn't nearly as bad as she'd anticipated. Which, considering she and An had shopped for additional furniture just last week, it wasn't like she'd be bringing her whole bedroom form home. And yet she still managaed to have boxes upon boxes of clothing, books, and other items each labeled neatly with a black sharpie.

"Hopefully this won't take too long" she said to them once they'd joined her,"Just some boxes..." she frowned and looked to the doorman who wheeled a dolly out "Ah, much better."

She laughed delightedly and began stacking things on the two that were brought out.

A forlorn look was given to Oliver,"Sorry, but I think everything else is in use..you don't mind packing them, do you?" she asked innocently, lying very well. It was also a house-warming gift to Antoinette. It wasn't everyday you got to stare at a man that good-looking lift heavy objects...and now that Aly ad gotten a good look at him she was glad she had arranged for only two dollies to be delivered as well.

[Oliver Isaac Danhood]

OLIVER DANHOOD

Mood;; Amused
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet.

Well, Aly was proving herself to be...interesting. When she held out her hand, Oli took it silently, watching her distantly as she ran her mouth and then proceeded to pull her hand away again. Not that he wasn't interested. His eyes gained a very amused look at the girl's first words and his brow shot up when she ended with a casual swearword. Hey, Oliver wasn't about to get caught up in a minor swearword, but it had been...unexpected.

As she walked off he turned to give an amused 'what have I done?' look to Antoinette, a jest on his lips and a bit of apprehension in his eyes. He knew better than to think she'd actually care. He was a big boy, as he'd proved many times before. So he shook his head a bit and followed Aly to the back of the truck, the smirk from before still resting easily on his face. Until he was signaled otherwise from his Puppet, Oliver was going to act toward Aly the same way as he did toward every other girl he knew.

"Hopefully not." He answered, a hint of sarcasm apparent. He knew why they'd asked him here; the longer it took, the longer they'd be able to watch him lifting heavy objects and flexing his muscles. But he was still smiling, his obsidian eyes bright with laughter as he watched the dolly come out. Yeah, this was gonna be fun...

He better get repaid for this.

As Aly said her last, the young man jumped deftly into the truck, his landing causing both an audible thud and a slow sway in the back of the truck. He glanced at her as she finished, turning back to the boxes for a half second before swinging toward her. Leaning forward a bit, "I'll pack them if you'll take them inside." He'd come to help, not do everything. Flashing her a quick grin, he left her like that and started on getting the boxes into the dollies.

[Antoinette Estrella Glasson]

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A small flicker of annoyance flashed through her eyes as Alyssa made a comment about Antoinette and implying she didn't know how to introduce people. I had been getting to that. she thought but the annoyance was gone almost as quickly as it had came. She wanted to get this done. But at the same time she really wouldn't care if it took a while. Not getting to watch that.

She too went and hopped into the back to the truck with the other two. She knew she wouldn't get by just standing there, this was her stuff after all. She was now glad the chose a skirt with a heavy hem, it wouldn't move upwards as she did work like this. It may have been more practical to wear shorts but she didn't want to dig through her boxes to find a decent one so she settled with it.

She was silent as they started moving boxes. Picking up one of the heavier boxes of books that with her larger than Alys but still tiny arms looked like it would snap them, sitting it on the edge of the truck before hopping down. She picked the box up and put it on the dolly, timing her trips so she got to watch Oliver without looking unhelpful. Sure she didn't like to do things like this but that was her roots kicking in.

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[alyssa elouise paine]

Alyssa watched as Oliver hopped up intot he truck with her and at his suggestion she agreed with a curt nod, sliding off the edge of it and angling her dolly so that he could pile the boxes on. She had to admit, the strain of his muscles was quite invigorating. But she wasn't about to let him know that. At least not until An gave her the okay...or sooner if he made a move first.

And the way he was acting, towards the both of them, made her wonder just how long it would take to get him in the sack. She smiled at her private thoughts and turned with a swish to start packing everythign up to the penthouse.

She'd apologize to An later for the off-handed remark when they'd arrived, writing it off as irritability rather than the fact that she was jealous for her new boy toy.

After a few trips and a quick break Ay knew An would want to get started on her seduction ritual with Oliver, so Alyssa excused herself and went to do a bit of grocery shopping. Sure they could have gourmet or take out, but she liked to cook.

"I'll see you guys later." she said, winking to Antoinette. The champagne had just been uncorked and Alyssa had had only one glass, so she wasn't feelign too tipsy/ She figured she'd find the two of them passed out naked on the floor when she got back. An opened pack of Trojans would likely be laying nearby.

Ever-cautious An. Aly rolled her eyes at the though- she didn't mind 'forgetting' protection now and then for the guys' sake. She wondered what Oliver thought of Antoinette's insistance upon it and then smirked with a shake of her head as to where her thoughts had wandered.

[Oliver Isaac Danhood]

OLIVER DANHOOD

Mood;; Amused
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet.

Just as the young man had thought, their eyes were on him almost all of the time. He didn't really understand why they enjoyed it so much, but he kept his eyes down as he worked. The heat was getting to him, and as a guy who very much disliked it under normal conditions, he was soon out of the amused state he had been in at the beginning of the venture. Aly was not very much help at all, only pushing the dolly from point A to B and back, though Antoinette had enough decency to help him out a little with the lighter boxes.

Needless to say, he was very relieved when they took a break. And he went straight for the beer. He'd leave all that nice champagne for the much more refined females in the room. It was obvious all his money hadn't made him very much of a connoisseur.

"Grocery shopping?" He mumbled, a little surprised in spite of himself. Was she going to make them something, or did she just like doing random errands in the middle of jobs? Oh well. He didn't really care enough to dwell on it, nor did he say anything else before Aly left, taking the time to drain what was left of his beer and get another one. He didn't really have to worry much about getting too tipsy to drive. He'd probably end up staying over anyway, as per usual.

When Aly was gone, however, it was a completely different story. It is common knowledge that Oliver is impulsive. Very few inhibitions. So what happens when he starts loosing grip on the ones he does have? Well.

"What was that?" He turned toward Antoinette playfully, setting his beer on the counter he was currently leaning and stepping toward her. "You've really told her everything, haven't you?" He grinned, moving forward and putting an arm around her waist, pulling her gently closer. No, he wasn't actually tipsy yet--he'd only had one beer--but the heat had messed with his head, anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he was out of control.

[Antoinette Estrella Glasson]

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Once the three of them had pretty much finished packing they went back up to the Penthouse. She grabbed a glass and poured it nearly full of Champagne while Oliver got a beer. She was only about halfway through her glass, taking small sips and savoring the flavor when he was done with his beer. She usually loved to drink but there were times when she simply wanted to guage the quality of the alcohol and this was one of them.

She wasn't at all surprised when Aly left to go grocery shopping. On one hand she knew that her best friend did like to cook and on the other hand Aly also knew her friend. Usually giving her a chance to get it on with whatever guy she had that night while Antoinette had returned the favor during sleepovers, going to retreive a forgotten item while Aly got what she wanted and sent the guy on his way.

She sat her champagne down on the table as he approached her. Laughing a bit as he pulled her closer. "Well, not everything..." Antoinette started as she turned to face him and wrapped her arms around him, Her forearms crossing in an X and her hands resting around the waist band of his pants she pulled him closer to her. She hooked her thumbs down in the waist band, flesh warm against her cool fingers. "But she knows the gist of it." she admitted nonchalantly, There wasn't much secret keeping between the two of them. They knew each other too well.

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[Oliver Isaac Danhood]

OLIVER DANHOOD

Mood;; Tipsy
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet.

"Mmm..." The rumble came from his throat lethargically as she answered him, and he thanked whatever it was that needed thanking that she was just as tall as him. It just made everything easier when he didn't have to contort himself, and he wasn't in the mood for the hard, lustful side of things just yet anyway. She just made for an economy of motion. And she was gorgeous, "I'd be surprised if most people didn't know the gist of it by now." He mused, his eyes staring intensely into her own.

He was looking at her much more differently than he normally did in these situations. Before, it had been the wild predator that wanted her, the feelings, the highs. Right now he looked more like the tamed guardian, his touch gentle, his gaze intense yet...pleading. Still, the smile on his face was enough to show his sense of humor was still intact. Oliver wasn't sure just how into the slower side of things Antoinette was--though he suspected no much.

Oliver leaned his head forward, reaching not for her lips, but for her tender spot at the base of her jaw, kissing it lightly. Only once. Though he didn't pull back after he did so, preferring to tilt his head up slightly and whisper into her ear, "You ready, or should I let you have some more to drink first?"

Her fingers on his skin sent a shiver up his spin, enticing him to kiss her favored spot again, just as gently as before. At the same time he pulled her closer with the arm around her waist--his right--and let his left arm trail up her waist under her tank. He knew he couldn't tell or make her do this the way he wanted, but he hoped his change in tactics would let her know. And he hoped she was in a less controlling mood. Not likely.

[Antoinette Estrella Glasson]

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Their eyes were locked into one anothers, deep emerald into rich onyx orbs. She nodded a small nod once in agreement with the man in her embrace. They weren't exactly private about their lustful endeavors. Having had sex in various public places as well as at each others homes. This had to be the longest she had kept a boy toy to date.

His gaze didn't have the same animalistic, lusty edge to it that it usually had. It seemed softer, but still pleading. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She got a strange sensation in her stomach but she couldn't quite place it. A shiver went down her spine as he kissed the sensitive spot on her neck gently. She found she liked this, she decided to let him have the reigns for this one. Her controlling mood hadn't faded after their session at the library so it was about time for him to anways.

Another shiver went down her spine as his hand went up into her tank top. She moved her hands from his waist band up his shirt. Her hands lightly grasping his shoulders, feeling his muscles as she did. She gave him a lingering kiss on the mouth before saying. "I think I've had enough for the time being." she kissed his neck once to make it clear she had been talking about the alcohol. It was an odd sort of embrace, they usually just got right on with it but she felt the anticipation building slowly. Definitely new.

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[Oliver Isaac Danhood]

OLIVER DANHOOD

Mood;; Romantic
Date Last Targeted;;
Hey, lucky me; I haven't been targeted yet.

She couldn't know how much it meant to Oliver that she was letting him have his way. He wouldn't let her. But he couldn't keep from himself the way his heart was thumping in his chest. The way a knot was forming in his stomach. The way she shivered as he touched her brought a real smile to his lips, which he soon found pressed lightly against her own. As always, the low vibrations emanated from his throat, tickling her lips before she pulled away.

He didn't say anything in response to her answer, only taking it as an invitation to go on. Immediately his right hand moved up to rest against the side of her face as he kissed her again, still carefully gentle. Oliver's left hand moved farther up and to the back of her neck, his elbow catching the hem of her tank and pulling it up. He waited only a second before pulling it completely off with his right.

This slow going was sort of new to him. But he soon found his groove, breaking the kiss and pulling his own shirt off before moving back to her. One hand at her waist, one venturing down her skirt.

[Antoinette Estrella Glasson]

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A small purr came from her throat, only this one had a different, softer tenor to it if such a thing was possible. She layed another kiss on his lips as they stood there. They had never actually embraced like this, a fact that wasn't shocking. It usually signaled more intimacy than what their relationship really was but it didn't bother her.

A small smile graced her lips as he pulled her tank top off and then his own shirt. Her hands soon found themselves back at the waistband of his pants as she kissed him again, deep and slow. She could feel a different type of anticipation building up inside of her and she welcomed it, mentally lost on a new level all it's own. Kissing his neck once more.

Her whole body gave a delighted shiver at where his hand went next. Seeing as it had fallen a bit while he was making the action after a few seconds the shimmied her hips and let it fall to the floor bunched up around her feet. She kicked it behind her in one quick movement, not wanting to break the feeling. She moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and undoing the zipper. Letting her wants be known in a less controlling way fo a change.

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