Post by NINA ANYA WORTHINGTON on Feb 3, 2013 12:40:28 GMT -5
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this really sucks as a starter, sorry!
Running her fingers through her blond hair, she blinked at herself in the mirrored reflection. She wasn't working tonight, not seducing the clan of Russians into her own bed, and it felt nice. It wasn't that she hated her job, it was just that sometimes it got a bit dull. There was no excitement, no life, nothing like the outside world. She loved wandering around Boston on her own, and wondering what everyone was doing with their normal lives. Nina didn't have a normal life, and to watch the normalcy around her made her jealous every once in a while. She had the riches, yes, but there was something soothing about not having to be involved in something that was dangerous. It was her father's fault that she was in this situation, and she was simply making the best of it. Perhaps that was why she had dolled herself up for no reason, and decided to go dancing. Nina didn't want to actually drink, but she wanted to not have a care in the world for the time being. Dancing had once been a passion of hers, and now that she rarely had time to herself, the moments she did she danced.
Biting her bottom lip, she winked at her reflection and turned, exiting the hotel bathroom. She didn't even live in an apartment anymore; the Russians provided her with a hotel. Honestly, it was for the best. She wasn't involved in the dynamics of what went on behind closed doors and she never wanted to be. Nina had one service, one important duty, and she did it when she was needed. Deciding to leave her cell phone and wallet at the hotel room, she stuck the hotel key into her bra and made her way out of the room. Almost always she was able to get into a club for free and get free drinks. And no one ever called her on her day off, so her phone would just be bothersome to carry. Men had pockets, and women had nothing to stick their supplies in. Sure, she had her bra, but there was only so much one could fit into it before becoming uncomfortable and having lumpy breasts. She gave a quick wave to the man behind the desk and exited, getting engulfed into the city. Her mind was already set on Upscale, the most popular club. The men weren't half bad there either, so that would be a delight.
Skipping the long line outside the club because the bouncer knew her, she ignored the collective groans before entering the loud music area. The music already seemed to be pulsing through her veins, and she could feel herself wanting to get in the center of the dance floor already. But she was picky with whom she wanted to dance with, and instead of going right into the club, she decided to sit by the bar and watch as men bought her drinks in hope of getting her to dance. But she wasn't a lightweight; she could handle her own when it came to alcohol, despite her build. Only moments after she sat down at the bar, the bartender brought her a drink, declaring it was from one of the men down the bar. Nina smiled before taking a sip of the martini, wishing it was stronger but it wasn't like she was picky about the drinks. And so there she was, sitting, waiting, for someone worthy to come in and charm her.
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