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charity sinclair
 Posted: Jul 30 2015, 06:55 AM
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”I’m so tangy, people call me Matangi. Goddess of word, bitches I’m a keep it banging it up,” Charity attempted to rap along with the rhythm of the M.I.A song that no one seemed to know was playing from her stereo speakers, her hips swaying this way and that. Of course she couldn’t hold a tune for the life of her, but that didn’t stop her from projecting her voice even out into the hallways of her new colossal mansion sized condo here in the upper east end of Miami. Well mansion sized condo was a bit of a stretch, but it was better than the cheap ass apartment she was living in not two days before. Lucky for her, August Hayes was looking for a roommate, and Charity was looking for a way out of her shit hole of an apartment and the bad side of town. So, since she was actually making a decent amount of money now as one of the more popular dancers at the strip club, she could actually afford something nicer. And because of this, she felt the need to celebrate. So, with a glass of champagne in hand and a roll of her hips as she listened to the lively music while she unpacked was the perfect way to spend the afternoon. It wasn't like August had children to worry about, so it was a day for Charity and August to unpack together.

”Bring the noise when we run upon them! Bring the noise when we run upon them!” She mimicked the unique voice of the singer blaring from her sound system, preparing herself for her favorite part of the song. And as the chorus broke through the speakers, she lifted her arms, one hand grasping her large champagne glass, and rolled her hips as she twirled around in her spot right in front of the red microvelvet fabric sofa. She may not be the best singer, but she had some moves, that was for sure. As the chorus came to a close and slipped into the second verse of rap, her body seemed to shift with the song as she began to do the running man in place a goofy smile spreading across her lips. Man she was having too much fun with this. "AUGUST!!!!!! Charity yelled throughout the condo hoping to hear an answer. "Come dance with me, babe!" She giggled as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a long swig of the cool liquid, downing the rest of the glass. She was already far too tipsy for 11am. Boxes stacked around her that needed to be unpacked and distributed throughout her new room, but she was just having too much fun dancing and drinking and just relaxing on her day off.

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august hayes
 Posted: Jul 30 2015, 01:38 PM
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Smoking the rolled joint she had just made, August sat in one of the empty bedrooms and contemplated whether or not she should have unpacking.. But this joint was way more relaxing than doing useful shit. Charity's singing could be heard throughout the house and August was rather amused by her off-tune voice. Charity was a very lively girl.. That might've been the reason August had agreed to move in with the brunette. Well, that and she was an exotic dancer so she was undoubtedly be fun to hang out with. August wasn't sure whether or not Charity was into the drug scene, but they'd for sure spend a couple of days getting high together.

It wasn't like Charity didn't know about August's reputation.. The men (and women) she slept with for money and her addiction to drugs was something everyone knew. Charity knew what she was getting herself in to. Taking another inhale of the joint, August stood up and walked over to the boxes stacked atop each other labeled "August's Room" in her barely legible handwriting. She decided it couldn't hurt to try and unpack whilst getting high. August ripped the remaining tape off the box, making the boxes topple over and spill its remains onto the ground. "Shit," she exclaimed, kneeling over to examine the damage. Why did bad things always happen every time she tried to be productive?

Almost everything in that box had been insignificant.. Other than a couple of books and some perfume bottles, everything was fine. As for the other boxes, August would check later. Charity called August's name, beckoning her into the living room. She tore the joint in two and retrieved the roach.. She wasn't one to through that away. She tossed the remains into her garbage tin before walking out into the living room, where Charity was dancing. August laughed at the sight before her. The brunette, wine in hand, had been dancing to the ridiculous music playing from her stereo. August poured herself a drink before walking to the brightly colored couch, "I'm not one to dance but," she plopped herself onto the couch before continuing,"why don't you show me what an exotic dancer can really do?" August challenged the brunette, leaning back onto the couch. It was really fucking comfortable..

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charity sinclair
 Posted: Jul 31 2015, 12:35 AM
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Charity watched as the girl joined her in the living room, the slight smell of marijuana wafting into her nostrils. Charity didn’t mind it really. She knew what August was all about the moment she had asked her to move in with her. She’d heard about the girl’s reputation as someone who took drugs as well as someone who slept with people for money, but Charity was not at all one to judge. How could she be? Her life wasn’t perfect either. She did what she had to do to make ends meat, just like August. And if doing drugs and sleeping with people of all walks of life got her by, then hell, more power to her. But Charity knew there was more to August than drugs and sleeping around, and that curiosity pulled her in in ways that she wished weren’t there. The last thing she wanted was to screw this new roommate thing up by falling for the girl she had roomed with. But god August was something else. Charity had this instant connection with the girl when they had met at a party, and ever since then, she had wanted to get to know her far more than August was willing to let her just yet.

Charity watched as the girl poured herself a glass of wine and plopped down onto the couch, explaining to her that she wasn’t much of a dancer, but she’d like to see how Charity danced when she was at work. Charity raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest, one hand hanging loosely outward with glass in hand. ”Hmm, is that so.” She stared at the girl wondering what her next move should be. She knew what she wanted to do, but that only led to other things which Charity would be more than willing to accommodate, but that usually led to feelings which August most likely wasn’t all for. But why not right? Charity was feeling good right now, having drank almost an entire bottle of champagne by herself, and she was usually all for fun….and this would definitely be fun. She pulled in the corner of her lip biting on it softly as she pondered. A soft smirk played along her lips, and she leaned forward, setting her glass onto the coffee table and picking up the remote to her stereo. She pointed it at the device and clicked next three times to begin the next song which was Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Although the song usually didn’t play in her club, it was one of her favorites to dance to. Especially if she was stripping.

As the sound of the bass began to fill the small living room, Charity moved towards August, her hands lifting her long black skirt as she let her hips sway from side to side. Once in front of August, the skirt was already pulled up to her upper thighs. She let it go, allowing the skirt to fall once again to its original position on her. She leaned forward placing her hands on the back of the couch on either side of August’s head. With a slight grin, she met the girl’s eyes for a split second before reaching over and snagging her glass, taking a long sip before putting it back into her hand. She lifted her leg and kicked backwards to move the coffee table out of her way. As she stood up straight, she let her stomach roll before dipping down in front of August and bringing herself back up. Her body moved along to the music of Trent Reznor’s voice. She spun around quickly, her skirt twirling around her long legs. She rolled her hips around in a circle to the beat of the music, hands at her hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. She slowly slipped the skirt down over her butt, revealing her red hip hugger lace panties. She grinned as she moved her legs to shimmy out of the skirt. Once it had fallen to the floor, she pushed it aside with her bare foot and spun around to face August again, dark curls falling over her shoulders. Now, standing before her in her pink spaghetti strapped tank and red panties, she glanced down at August to look for some sort of reaction. She knew what she was doing. She’d been a stripper for a few years now, but the most rewarding thing about doing this, was the expression of the person being danced in front of. Charity stepped forward, lifting her leg just enough to place her knee between August’s legs. She moved it forward gently, eyes fluttering upwards with a slight smirk. She pulled back for a moment before crawling up onto August, her knees both on either side of her legs as she practically sat on her lap. Charity reached down between the two of them, pulling her tank up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor near her skirt, revealing her almost see through lace red bra in which matched her panties. She leaned forward, arms on either side of August’s head. Gripping the back of the couch, she threw her head back, and rolled her hips against the girl’s lap. Maybe Charity was enjoying this a bit too much. She lifted her head in a fast motion which allowed her hair to fall forward down the front of her. Her hands left the back of the couch to slip down between the two of them again, this time letting her fingertips touch at the hem of August’s shirt, attempting to pull it upward. Wait, this wasn’t a part of the dance. But Charity was in full on stripper mode. With the music filling her eardrums, and the lust between her and August, she wanted the girl more than ever right now. The question was, what was August going to do?

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august hayes
 Posted: Jul 31 2015, 03:50 AM
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August always wondered whether or not her job was worth what she had to put up with. Most of her clients were older men, usually married with kids and for whatever reason their wives weren't cutting it for them. A lot of the times she was ordered to stay quiet and still as they did their deed but a good amount of the time her clients wanted foreplay.. They wanted her to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and even talk a certain way and please them before actually pleasing them. August found this part rather frustrating, as she'd rather just hump and then move onto her next client. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from Charity. It'd definitely earn her more money. The others were either horny adults or people her age with money to blow and the intention to fuck.. She preferred the latter.

Charity was quick to turn off the music and start dancing for the blonde. August couldn't help but laugh at how quickly Charity's mood had changed. It was likely that she had drunk quite a few glasses of wine before calling August. The way she moved.. She was so confident, that in itself made Charity sexy. The brunette's face was inches from August's and before she could react, Charity had stolen her drink before giving it back. August laughed, glancing at the now empty glass before setting it on the ground. She was so intrigued by the aura that surrounded Charity and the dance moves that followed suit. August leaned forward as Charity began to undress. Yes, today would be a good day.. Whether that meant finishing unpacking or not, August was going to enjoy what was to come next.

This was her first official lap dance at the hands of an exotic dancer.. Of course, there had been people to dance for her before but they were nothing compared to Charity. The sudden escalation Charity took in the dance caused August to gasp. The feel of Charity's knee brought August incredible urges of which had resulted in the biting of her lip. Charity began to close the gap between the two girls and August contemplated on whether or not she could go with this.. She wanted this girl but she was going to be her roommate, for crying out loud. August's hands hovered over Charity's toned body, her index finger tracing tiny circles on the small of her back. She allowed Charity to pull off her shirt, revealing black mesh lingerie. She had always dressed to impress, in case there was an emergency hook up... This being an example. Slipping out from under Charity, August leaned in to the girl's ear, pushing a stand of her hair back and whispering, "Why don't I show you what an escort can really do?"

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charity sinclair
 Posted: Jul 31 2015, 09:42 AM
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The slight chuckles that fell from August’s mouth as she watched Charity dance and even the soft biting of her lip and the hovering of her hands over her body made Charity know that she was doing something right. August was just as enticed as she had been. The small circles that August was tracing along the bare skin of her lower back, made Charity close her eyes as the chills placated her body.

Charity was actually surprised that August had let her take off her shirt so effortlessly. Clearly August was in the same kind of mood as Charity had been in. And the black lingerie that played on the girl’s curves made Charity grin. ”Looks like you were prepared for this.” She said softly. ”Something tells me this was your plan all along Ms. Hayes.” She said with a small giggle. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t, but Charity was definitely liking what she was seeing.

And as the girl slipped out from under her, Charity let her lower lip slip out into a pout. She was enjoying the stance she had been in. On August’s lap. It was that closeness that Charity always longed for, and being that close to someone only made her feel wanted and needed. But it wasn’t long before the girl whispered into Charity ear, telling her that it was her turn to show the brunette what an escort does for a living which in Charity’s eyes could only mean one thing. She slowly pushed herself off of the couch and waited for August’s next move. Was it Charity’s turn to sit on the couch and let August do with her as she pleased? Or were they going to go somewhere else like a bedroom or something? Or was Charity misinterpreting all of this banter? It was all so up in the air, and Charity wasn’t sure how to take it in. Was this really going to happen with her new roommate? Was she going to sleep with her? Charity wasn’t even sure what was going on right now, but she was enjoying every moment that passed by. Every single slight touch that the girl had given her, every single feeling that was coursing through her veins. ”So, how are we going to do this?” Charity asked, cocking her head to the side with a smirk.

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august hayes
 Posted: Aug 3 2015, 04:40 PM
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Was this actually a good idea? Did she really want to stir drama by sleeping with her roommate? The doubts were coming back to her again. Sleeping with your roommates wasn't necessarily socially acceptable if you weren't in a reltionship with them, right? So she probably shouldn't do it. But at the same time, Charity understood that this was nothing other than a fling. She understood that this wasn't going turn into something serious. This was all just for fun. So why should August care if Charity didn't? And she was already to far into this to back out now.. And she was too high to care. As Charity commented on her choice of underwear, August laughed. She ran her hands through Charity's dark curls and began to gently kiss her jawline to her neck. "And if it was?" August replied, smiling. She'd had never slept with a roommate before (except for one special circumstance) and she wasn't very experienced in the area of not making it awkward. Most of August's hookups ended with her sneaking out in the middle of the night and never speaking to them again. August lived with Charity, she'd be seeing ber almost everyday. But if the opprotunity presented itself, how was August supposed to resist? It was only 11 am in the morning so August's brain functions were not working properly. Or maybe it was just that she was attracted to Chairty.. Either way, this was happening and August was enjoying it. August interlaced her fingers with Charity, listening to her speak. It had seemed this type of situation was new to Charity as well. August couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. "First of all, you don't ask how to do this," August smirked, pausing for a dramatic effect, "You just do."
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charity sinclair
 Posted: Aug 13 2015, 04:04 PM
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Charity closed her eyes and tilted her head, a soft sigh leaving her lips as August let her own lips roam her jawline. August ran her fingers through her brown wavy hair, something Jaxon used to do all the time when they were sleeping together. But she quickly pushed Jaxon out of her mind. The last thing she wanted to think about right now was her asshole of an ex she had just run into the other day. A grin pulled at the corners of her lips when she heard August’s comment. ”Then i’d have to say good. I’m not the only one.” She lowered her head to look at August, August’s fingers intertwining with her own. And as August pulled away to tell her never to ask how something is going to go, instead just do, charity chuckled. "Just do, huh?" With a swift movement Charity had shoved August down the length of the couch, her body now hovering over top of her. Although she seemed quite confident at the moment, she was actually rather nervous. Why? It could have been because being around August made her that way. How could she not be nervous. She had a thing for her roommate. Or it could have been the fact that sleeping with a woman hadn't happened for Charity in a long time. Either way, this was happening regardless of how nervous she was, and she wasn’t going to let her nerves ruin this.

Charity leaned down, arms on either side of August’s body. Her lips pressed against the woman’s gently, smirk still lingering on her lips. Her hand slipped down between the two of them unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them. Charity let her tongue play along August’s for a moment before pulling away to nibble on her bottom lip. As she did so, she let her fingertips graze the skin at her pantyline before slipping beneath them. Her pointer finger found her clit and began to massage it gently. ”Is this enough doing for you?” She asked as she leaned down and pressed her lips against August’s collarbone.

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