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Post by melanie on Feb 24, 2011 11:44:05 GMT -5
 
The good and bad of getting a job...well actually there was very little good. Serena, god love her...but she's a bit of an airhead, though she was on to something quite interesting. Now here Melanie was just finishing up for a job interview, all because of a comment she had seen on Facebook. Serena was gushing about how much she loved her job, and all the free stuff she could get. It wasn't that just one comment, she wasn't going to force herself into something if it really wasn't as good as it sounded. Talking to Serena she made it sound like it was the greatest thing in the world, so Melanie let curiosity get the best of her.
"Thank you for coming in Melanie, we'll give you a call in the next few days." The manager explained, getting to her feet as she spoke. She held out her hand, Melanie got up as well, shaking her hand. "Thank you so much.." Melanie smiled like this was the greatest thing in the world. She didn't need the money, and her Father could probably buy her this entire store if she asked nice enough... Though being able to make her own money, no matter how little the amount, it was still a great feeling and it wasn't like she'd be working here for the rest of her life.
The conversation after that was rather brief, and formal...of course. Her heels clicked softly against the tiled floor, out of the office and down a hall until she stepped through a door and back into the actual store itself. She pushed a loose strand of dark hair from out of her face. Smoothing out her skirt, and adjusting her top a bit...everyone around was far too caught up in their own little world to notice her. That was more than okay with her. The buzz of her cell phone vibrating was what caught her attention before she could start looking around. It took exactly two quite buzzes before she located her iPhone at the bottom of her purse.
The send button was pressed instantly when she saw the name of the call screen. "Elena...you know that I'm in an interview" Melanie stated, trying to sound like she was annoyed. "Well then why'd you pick up?" Elena pointed out and Melanie didn't need to see her sister to know that she was being made fun of. "Oh shut up, you know what I mean...but anyway I just got done. " "I figured that..." She began, only pausing for a moment to laugh. "Joking aside, how'd it go. You a Victoria Secret Angel yet?" She teased, Melanie simply shook her head, smiling as she glanced around the store once more.
"Something tells me it doesn't quite work that way, I think there's a lot of girls they'd hire for that before me...last time I checked models needed to be tall. " That was true...Melanie Emerson at only 5'2" was far from being tall. "Well other than killing my dreams just now Elena, I think it went great" Elena laughed once more from on the other end. "Awee don't worry shrimp I still love you." Melanie pursed her lips together, part of her annoyed at being called a shrimp but it wasn't like she wasn't used to being teased about her height. It was even worse because of how tall her sister is, but it could have been worse so she really couldn't complain.
"I actually have to go...but I'll see you when I get home?" She had come to the interview as soon as she had gotten ready, she didn't know if her sister was home or where she was if she was not. "It just depends when you get here, I'm taking Azrael to Starbucks soon." "Okay then...i'll see you when I see you...I guess." She pulled her phone away from her ear and with a click sound the call was ended. She considered going straight home to go with her sister and Azrael but it had been a while since she'd shopped here. And honestly if she felt so inclined to get a drink, there was a starkbucks in the mall.
Pushing a loose strand of hair from her face once more, she put her phone away and pulled her purse further up her arm. For a store that was mainly lingerie...they certainly had a lot to choose from Panties...bras...swim suits and even clothes now apparently. She was going to look around and her first place to look...was the rack right in front of her.. It was nightwear...and she loved the first one she laid eyes on... Taking it from the rack, she examined it for a moment and nothing else around her mattered.
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Post by CHRISTIAN DAVEK on Feb 24, 2011 12:09:03 GMT -5
   Unless you were with your girlfriend, fiancé, or wife…Or at least another female in general, men got rather odd looks for being inside Victoria’s Secret. Most were branded perverts on sight, and to be fair a good deal were honestly just buying gifts for their significant others, though the majority were in fact making purchases as practical jokes or strolling around being a creep. Christian Davek didn’t care what anyone thought as he strode into the very pink and fragranced store that seemed as if it was home of the super girlie and not the super girlie, yet sexy. The walls were pink with black and white words and designs. The scent, he figured, came from the shelves in the back carrying the many perfumes and lotions that were designed to make any man want you. At least as far as Victoria was concerned. Christian could have cared less about the perfume section or the make up that was offered and instead headed to the main point of the store, flipping through bras and thongs without shame as a very disgruntled ex lover stood behind the counter, looking half annoyed and half awed by his mere presence.
Christian Dorian Davek was a renowned womanizer, famed for his love of games and the ease he had in seducing most women. He had screwed a great many Victoria’s Secret employees and customers in dressing rooms, even nailing the manager once or twice. Him being here was both welcome and unwelcome, uncomfortable yet brining with him a sense of charm and seduction that made it hard for anyone to bother saying anything to him. Mindy just stood behind the counter watching him. He was very well aware of her attentions and smirked to himself, glancing up to wink at the woman, causing her to huff and force herself to glare at him. Christian only chuckled and shook his head, returning to his search. He was well aware of the curious glances of other customers and the way a great deal checked him out and the few uncertain and desperate staring from some ex flings and the angry and bitter glares of others. It was all easy to ignore…Or at least pretend to ignore as he played oblivious and went about his shopping.
He actually intended to do real shopping today instead of seducing whoever was in the store. There were a great many events to require lingerie for. Isobel Carter, Serena Carrick, and Gabe Evans all had birthdays coming up. It didn’t matter that Serena worked here, he was still going to get her something sexy. Isobel he had a bit more in mind for, more specific interest and choosing something he himself would enjoy seeing her in. She would be a challenging conquest, but one he was determined now more than ever to make. These pesky feelings were not going to get in the way of his reputation, he had decided. Then there was Gabe Evans. She was a hot piece of ass, though Christian didn’t hold as much of a personal interest in her as he did the other two. Gabe was a tough little firecracker who would probably bite his dick off if he even tried anything on her. Besides, she was all goo-goo eyed for that Force kid, so he figured he’d do them both the favor of picking her out something extra juicy and sexy. Then aside from birthdays he had a baby shower gift to buy for his mother…He was sure they had to have maternity lingerie around here somewhere. Then another piece for a post-pregnancy gift. Finally he was also in search of something for his chemistry teacher, Mrs. Tate. He was failing her class so he figured a gift and a few sexual favors would be enough to get him a decent grade.
With gifts for Mrs. Tate and Gabe in mind, he picked up a basket and put them in it before looking around some more for the other girls. He paused for a moment, glancing over the different racks to decide where to continue his search when he spotted a very familiar ass. Smirking, Christian headed over to where Melanie Emerson stood, glancing at the slip she had in her hands. “Not bad,” he murmured, reaching out to touch the material, as well. He chuckled softly and moved along, picking another piece out from the rack. It was a nice cream color with silver lining along the hem. Very short with quite an impressive neckline. Deciding he’d like to see Isobel in that he placed that in the basket as well. Three down, three to go. He’d have to make a mental note to tell Serena not to get anything from the store again until after her birthday. Or he could always get her nothing and tell her that was what he’d like to see her in…That was always a fine plan.
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Post by melanie on Feb 24, 2011 21:24:44 GMT -5
Melanie always loved lingerie and things of that sort...sure most of girls only wanted it when they had a boyfriend or someone they wanted to impress. She on the other hand had been buying the most sexy things she could find ever since she could wear a bra...she was going to buy as much as she could carry now.,.or at least until she ran out of things that she liked...which at the moment it didn't seem like any time soon. She continued to examine the item in her hands, pursing her lips...she was lucky enough to grab her size.
Considering to move on to something else...in her own little world she didn't notice anyone else around her. So when Christian approached her, she didn't realize her was there until he spoke to her. It was quite a surprise, a pleasant one at that..but still a surprise. "Now look who's stalking who. " Her voice was teasing and very playful. She said, for the moment her eyes never leaving what was in her hands. She took in a soft in audible breath to keep her heart under control.
He was there for a moment and then he walked away, moving on to something else. She glanced over her shoulder, wanting to follow him but she also didn't want him to think any less of her. Every time they were around each other she always found a way to mess it up. Whether it be the Facebook drama, or what had happened on Valentine's day... But this time, maybe it'd be different... It was just the two of them after all...even if they both had come to the mall alone. The last time they had been here together...well things had ended quite interestingly. She felt herself blush at the thought.
"Not bad? Well what would you consider to be good?" She bite her lower lip, as she moved from the rack she was standing in front of over to where he was. Melanie smiled after a moment, looking at his basket. "Not that I don't appreciate your attempt to understand a girl better, but are you sure those will fit. " She asked a smile on her lips as she reached into finger the material of the lingerie on top. He was here shopping for some reason...or for someone. She swallowed, pushing away all negative feelings that she may have felt.. It was nothing, they were nothing and so there was no reason for her to be jealous.
"So that party was crazy...honestly I'm impressed you didn't hit me, even I would have wanted to hit me. " She said with a small shrug, she had been drunk...and really annoying... Of course she supposed it was better than being moody and what not. Seven minutes in heaven had ended up with her practically throwing herself at Christian and then begging for him to leave with her. She wanted him more than she would ever be willing to admit. That one time...she knew deep down that her attraction was more than just a physical. "Of course being the 'drama queen' I'm impressed that I wasn't involved in any if it. "
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Post by CHRISTIAN DAVEK on Feb 24, 2011 22:06:09 GMT -5
Christian was unsurprised when Melanie followed him, and while lately her mere presence was bugging him, today he felt a bit better about the whole matter. When she wasn’t such a nut job, she was actually a pretty fun person. And as much as Christian loved the whole laid back and calmness of Isobel, he was pretty much attracted to drama, which Melanie very easily provided. It was a complicated matter of liking two such completely different thing, thus liking two girls that provided each of those concepts. Christian did love his games, and no matter how infuriating they could be, they made life exciting. And considering how boring the past week had been, her presence actually seemed pretty welcome at the moment. “Nothing,” he replied to her question simply, wondering if she would understand the meaning of it or not.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips at the utterly predictable words. “Oh they’re only partially for me,” he replied with a grin. “Isobel, Serena, and Gabe all have birthdays coming up in the next few weeks. My mom’s baby shower is within the next month, plus I figured I’d get her a post-pregnancy gift, as well. Then I have a grade that could be better. Chemistry is such a bitch, but Mrs. Tate looks pretty flexible. I gotta say that scowl she wears twenty-four seven is kind of hot,” he went on with a grin. “Luckily I’ve been blessed with the gift of knowing women’s measurements without having to ask them,” he added, flipping through more bras and thongs and negligees and other skimpy things. Just imagining all of the hot girls in school in some of these things. Santana Rivera in the pink thong or Bella Rose in that innocent but sexy white negligee. Beautiful.
Melanie brought up the party and Christian nodded to himself, the whole night a good blur, though he remembered a few things. Melanie mentioned him not hitting her jogged a few other details. He laughed quietly and glanced at her. “I was too drunk to hit you. I was too drunk to hit or hit on anyone,” he laughed. You’d think it would have had the opposite affect. “Of course, alcohol does tend to alter ones judgment…I suppose that party was proof enough of that,” he went on with a smirk, recalling the very brutal break up of Bella and Zach. And Melanie was right…Of everything that had happened, she had managed to stay out of it. “I’m impressed, Miss Emerson. And I managed to not screw anyone. Go us,” he remarked with a grin, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t gotten laid that night. He held out his fist to Melanie for a victorious fist bump before nodding to a rack of more scandalous attire. “Why don’t I buy us a congratulations present?”
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Post by melanie on Feb 27, 2011 9:18:45 GMT -5
Shopping was always fun, and no matter how many times she did it, she didn't think it could possibly ever get old. She was used to shopping alone and it didn't bother her...though having the company of another certainly made the whole experience a lot more. Though going down her 'list' of shopping companions, Christian Davek wasn't a name on it. "Hmm well that would certainly save me a bit of money but saving a girl some cash... I doubt is the reason you'd suggest it. " She replied easily, honestly surprised that she had gotten the real meaning behind him words.. Not that nothing would be good...he literally meant nothing, go without underwear of any sort. "I might just have to keep that in mind though..."
She was joking, though a small part of her did consider it... Bit that she actually considered making that a permanent thing...she wore practically nothing but skirts and dresses...she could only imagine all of the potential awkward situations she could get herself into. Maybe for a reason, just for the hell of it though? Perhaps once just to try it... Either way she wasn't going to put a whole lot of thought into the matter. He was serious with his words, not that she or anyone could be surprised. Before she had even personally met him she had known of his reputation. He was quite the womanizer, capable of charming the pants off of any girl..and as far as she knew that was very much a true statement.
She had tried to beat him at his own game and it had only blown up in her face. Now she didn't regret it, but for a while it was hard not to. Melanie had easily given her virginity to someone who'd probably only see her as another notch on the bed post. There was no room for her to complain, at least she still had some for of contact with him. He could have simply ignored her...but they continued to speak and had even formed some sort of odd friendship. Their relationship one day seemed like the most complex thing in the world one and and then it felt like nothing the next.
The lingerie wasn't for him...directly anyway. He at least wouldn't be the one wearing it...but if he had his way she would bet he'd try to enjoy everything he bought even more than the girls he bought them for. "That is quite a list" She began, and it was easy to keep herself from feeling jealousy or anything of the sort. The girls her age...Isobel, Serena, and Gabe...he was only buying them things because of their birthday...and his Mother...well he didn't need an excuse really to buy his Mother anything. Out of all the reasons though, the last amused her the most. "I was right! I told Elena she's just in such a bitchy mood all the time because she needed to get laid." She grinned, just imagining how quickly their teachers attitude would change. "Your just lucky...all of us can't quite use the same...tactics, but maybe if you do good enough she'll let other people off the hook" Wishful thinking, but hey why not. Of course talk of their teacher was put on hold because of his next comment. She rose an eyebrow questioningly in his direction. "hmmm interesting" She murmured, glancing down at her own chest.
She had to think about that for a moment...it was a bit of a blur...but he really hadn't tried much of anything with anyone at the after party. He had licked her...had his face shoved in her sisters chest, got a lap dance, and spent 'seven minutes in heaven' with not only one but two girls... He was in fact the only boy who got to go twice...after all that and he hadn't really any efforts to try anything outside of the game. She clutched above her chest like she was going into shock before she laughed and a smile easily formed on her lips. "Your right, that's crazy... Christian Davek has some self control after all, I don't think I've honestly been more proud of you"
"The world must be coming to an end" Coming to an end, she traded. The womanizer not trying to get laid and the drama queen not involved in any of the drama that had taken place. Alcohol had played a pretty big role in everything...though she was glad that be hadn't been acting like himself...she had thrown herself at him and now she was glad that he had turned her down...sex would have either happened on the closet floor...or some other random place like that and it was a relief it hadn't. She moved her hand up, easily bumping her fists with his, laughing softly as she did so. Pulling her hand back, she followed his gaze over to the rack that had caught his attention. Probably the most sexy and scandalous items they had in the store. "Why not, you should pick it out since you have such better taste than me." She explained, walking towards it.
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Post by CHRISTIAN DAVEK on Mar 1, 2011 19:03:12 GMT -5
Christian smirked in amusement. “I only want what’s best for my dear friends, Melanie,” he said, though his voice was anything but sincere, verging between friendly playfulness and a bit too friendly flirting. “And if saving a rich girl’s money and her next boyfriend the trouble of taking off her panties…Well, I’m just doing my very important role. Our kind are supposed to be heroes, Melanie. I’m just doing my best to save everyone,” he said, humor thick in his voice as he did his best not to laugh at himself. “One should always take good advice to heart. Really, if you walk around like that and monsters attack, they’d be too distracted to notice the rest of us killing him. I only say this with the best intentions in mind for everyone.”
He was full of crap, and they both knew it, and that was just fine with him.
The subject moved on to his current shopping list. He felt good, having quite the list of woman to produce. He was feeling more himself lately, doing his best not to think too much about Melanie or Isobel unless he was fantasizing about them. And he made damn sure not to even do that, too much. He still had Serena, Bella, Bridget, Santana, Gabe, Liz, and other very sexy creatures to fantasize about and flirt with shamelessly, if he could. It hadn’t been horribly difficult to get into Santana’s pants, though the others proved a bit more challenging, thus more interesting. Especially when it came to the Evans girls. Bridget was hot beyond belief and a kissing slut, though she kept the rest of herself pure and clean. Then Gabe was too much of a hard ass and too moony-eyed over that Force kid to think of much else. But that wouldn’t stop Christian from having fun with all of them. In his own ways, of course.
He laughed at Melanie’s response to his bringing up Mrs. Tate. “Whoa there, Emerson. I just gave you amazing advice and now you expect me to get you a better grade, too?” he asked incredulously. Christian was skilled in bed, but he wasn’t sure he could get everyone an amazing chemistry grade. The only person he was really worried about was himself, in all honesty. As long as he passed this year, he’d be happy with life. Besides, it was hard focusing on schoolwork when most of his days now were spent training with his mother after school. Before school, too, if he woke up early enough. It wasn’t like Christian to take anything so seriously, to dedicate so much of himself into anything, to be responsible with anything. But when it came to his mother, he quickly discovered he’d do just about anything for her. Today was one of few days he had managed to have some spare time, something his mother had actually encouraged.
Of course, the amazement didn’t lie in his suddenly responsible nature, but him not being all over every girl he had seen at the party. He had been too drunk and conflicted by feelings for two different girls to think about sex. Only now did he really have a chance to think over everything, sober and finding every flaw and every mistake he had made that night. Perhaps no one else would ever notice, but him knowing was enough to bother him. Today, though, he focused on being himself, which meant flirting with girls and luring them into trying on lingerie. He smirked and followed Melanie to the rack, easily hunting down the smallest, most uncomfortable piece of lingerie he could find. He came out producing something red that for the most part could be compared to merely two or three pieces of red string tied together. That was the best way of describing the smallness of this thing. It had just enough fabric to cover her nipples and most of her vagina, but that was about it. “For you, madam. The most expensive string I could find.”
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Post by melanie on Mar 1, 2011 20:43:37 GMT -5
Melanie smiled, nothing really needed to he said for the moment. He only wanted what was best for his friends, sure he did. Of course the amusement was truly shown a moment later. Covering her mouth in an attempt to quite her laughter a few moments later. That was probably the most interesting thing she had ever heard in her entire life. "I honestly can't say I've ever thought of it that way... Interesting though. If only everyone else thought the same way." She pointed out with a smirk upon her full lips. There was more to say but for the moment she made herself be quite, the laughter was more quite this time around, under her breath. "Well you'll just have to reminds the next time a monster comes around"
She stuck out her bottom lip in a pouting manner, faking disappointment as she huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "Fine I'll just think of something else" The whole upset act honestly couldn't last long at all. Even as a joke she was simply having far too much fun. "A girl can dream you know" She teased with a playful wink, then she went about tapping manner in a thoughtful manner. "Sadly I don't think I can try your tactics, I doubt she'll be as welcome to me" She pointed out, laughing all the while she shook her head, the smile remaining on her lips. "Hmmm maybe I could get...well I could talk Elena into getting someone to do it for me."
Of course they both knew good and well that she wouldn't do that. Melanie's pride was far greater than most people...too stubborn and proud to let anyway do something so important for her. She'd get her good grade on her own one way or another. Sex wasn't the only thing that could be used for leverage. Sure it was probably the best option, but she was determined to think of someone. Of course all of that, joking aside..she was going to focus on her grades and everything school related later.
The party, well after party anyway had been rather interesting to say the least. It had fun, aside from the moments of drama. Which surprisingly enough she had no part in. The closest thing she had come to running in to trouble was with Christian, both times. The first was when he had been angry with Elena he had lashed out at her as well. Then towards the end of the party...she practically had thrown herself at him and she had been rather clingy. She had acted rather stupid, but all and all it has turned out a lot better than she could have asked for.
The lingerie he was going to buy for 'them', she decided the best option was to at least let him pick it out. That and she simply didn't want him to not like something that she would. Melanie looked through the rack anyway, out of curiosity. Then of course it was simply a way of distracting her. She didn't want to follow him around, no matter how curious she was to see what he was looking at. Her stomach was flipping from excitement along with other things. Of course she shouldn't have been surprised it didn't take him long at all to pick something.
Looking at a few things of her own, the sound of his voice brought her from out of her thoughts. Her brown eyes flickered from his face to the barely there material in his grasp. She reached up, gently fingering what was supposed to be the bra part and just touching...it felt like it would snap under her fingers. It was small, smaller than anything she would have ever imagined. "I hope it's not too much, I doubt we'll get more than one use out of it." A smirk on her lips and a teasing glint in her chocolate colored eyes. Taking it from him, she gently traced over the material with her fingers. "But are we sure it'll fit?" Of course it would, and even if it didn't it was already so small that it honestly didn't matter. Of course it didn't stop her from her teasing, it was all fun and it was easy.
Pushing a strand of hair from out of her face, it was easy enough to forget everything else around them. She honestly couldn't have cared less about her interview now. Never would she have expected for something like this to happen. Men in Victoria Secret wasn't common...and when they did, it was always quickly in and out. Christian however had no problem with the store they now stood in. She glanced over her gaze flickering to the basket before her focus returned to him once more. "Is there anything else you need to get?" Anything else for whoever he needed to get something for, she'd be more than willing to help. Her asking wasn't out of jealous or anything of that sort because she honestly did want to know.
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