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Post by Ancel Schray on May 29, 2009 9:58:42 GMT -5
"Good night, Jocelyn." Ancel left the room, shutting the door behind him. Perhaps things would improve as time went on.
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The interior of the closet looked like a cute boutique. The room was heavily scented in her favorite fragrance. The first section was blue jeans, corduroy pants, and khaki slacks on one side. T-shirts, polo shirts, light blouses, and such on the opposite wall. The next section was a selection of dresses ranging from the ridiculously short to full length evening gowns. Some of them included gloves in tiny silk purses. The opposite wall had a selection of ladies business suits in several colors. The rest of the closet was rows of shoes, drawers with undergarments, and a peg board of different styled purses. There was also a rack of what could only be described as “club wear”; plunging neckline shirts and leather skirts and the like. Beneath them were more shoes that were considered inappropriate for other uses.
The end of the closet had another dressing table with a large jewelry armoire and a three sided mirror with as platform to stand on.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 10:29:35 GMT -5
She smiled to herself. He knew her so well. He probably had a stylist come in and put together this fabulous wardrobe for her after describing her taste and favorite designers. She quickly made one pass around the closet putting her bag on the tuffted ottoman in the center and going to the section where a selection of cocktail dresses. She quickly picked out a slinky number by Nicole Miller and smiled again seeing the wall of her favorite luxury french shoe designer, Christian Louboutin. She slipped the outfit on and quickly but gracefully repacked her wallet and lipstick as well as the iphone Ancel had provided her into a new handbag. She took a quick look in the mirror, pulling on her gloves and slipping down the staircase. She saw no sign of Ancel or the waitstaff. He was most likely in his office and he probably instructed most of the waitstaff to stay away from the house during the night hours. She made her way into the garage and immediately knew which car would be her favorite. She grabbed the keys and slid into the front seat of a new Aston Martin One-77 in silver. She turned the key and smiled as she heard the engine purr. It was only about 11 pm. She had plenty of time to get to a bar in Seattle and find a victim by the time last call rolled around at 2 or 2:30. She sped through the winding backroads and admired the cars handling and power. Soon enough the lights of the city came into view and she slowed down as she entered downtown Seattle. Jocelyn drove around the city for a while before spotting a door in the side of a high rise. A couple men in finely tailored suits were walking out laughing and smoking cigars. Lawyers. She was on the other side of town from Ancel's high rise and she would do her homework before talking to anyone in the bar. She pulled up and was immediately greeted by a valet opening her door and extending a hand to help her out of the low seat. She remembered how much she had missed being treated this way. She smiled and handed him the keys. She grabbed her handbag and walked past the group of men outside the club, they all turned and stared as she walked through the door being opened by yet another valet. The bad was dark, richly decorated in the Art Deco style and sparsely filled with men and a few women at tables littered around the room having quiet conversations while a jazz band played. It was the type of bar that would clear out fairly early. She had enough experience with bars she could tell. She went to the counter and slipped onto a stool. The bartender was on front of her in a split second. "A drink?" She shook her head, it wouldn't take long for someone to buy her a drink anyway. "I feel like this is the kind of place a girl could get in trouble." She smiled at the bartender. "Is it always like this? I mean, did court just let out or something?" She said knowing how to get the answers she needed before going in for the kill. He nodded. "The legal district is right down the street. All we ever see in here is lawyers. You're not from around here?" She shook her head again. "No, New York." She said opening her handbag and taking off her gloves, sliding them slowly off her long manicured fingers. He nodded and smiled "I could have guessed that. You don't look like the type of woman we usually see in here." He said nodding in the direction of an older woman who looked highly powerful and was collecting her coat and bag from the coat check.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 11:52:13 GMT -5
The door to the bar opened and a new face joined the sea of humans. The woman taking coats at the door nearly swooned when he walked in, smelling of very expensive cologne. He was busy chatting with someone on his blackberry and barely noticed her trying to flirt with him. He turned it off and slipped it in his pocket. His suit was tailored, his shirt was a fine white silk and he had slipped his tie off into his pocket, loosening his collar a button. His skin was a the tan of native of Spain, his jet black hair short and slicked back neatly. He wandered by a table and spoke to someone, shaking his hand and pulling a fine cigar from his pocket to give him. Now was his time. Another success in the court room, winning a significant case for a high profile corporation. And the huge bonus that came with it. Now was the time to be seen by those in the place of position to get him more money and prestige. Then he could dress down and hit one of the dance clubs. Find something young and tender with a low alcohol tolerance. He moved to the bar and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. This wasn’t the sort of place to pick up what he was looking for, so he didn’t intended to stay long. He turned and saw a young woman down the bar in a stunning cocktail dress. He moved down and took a seat one over from her, stealing sidelong glances at her assets.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 12:02:46 GMT -5
As soon as he walked in the door she could tell he was perfect. Smelling strong, young but established, so into himself he was blind to the poor coat check girl down sulking in the corner. Bingo she thought to herself as he crossed over to the bar. She didn't look at him. Just crossed her long legs and took a sip of the small cocktail an older gentleman across the way had bought her. The man who had bought her the drink was far too old for her taste, and wore a ring on his finger, he was connected to disappear quietly.
She tucked her long hair behind her ear neatly and stole a quick glance at him over her drink. He was staring at her, he clearly thought he was being sneaky but she could practically feel his eyes all over her. She finished the sour cocktail and placed the glass back down on the counter, letting her fingers linger on the glass for a moment before withdrawing it to her lap.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 12:15:47 GMT -5
He turned to her and smiled with his “too white” teeth, and then looked down in a slightly embarrassed expression. When he spoke it came out in a lightly Spanish accent, flowing on a stream of something sweet in his breath. “Excuse me. You will pardon me for being so blunt, but you do not seem to be the usual sort that I see here.”
Without waiting for a reply he slid to the seat next to her. He paused long enough when the bartender walked past to pull a rather fat money clip from his pocket and slide a twenty across the bar to him, nearly three times what the drink was worth, but it was a good way to show off his money. Not to mention the very impressive Rolex on his wrist. And no wedding ring.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 12:36:16 GMT -5
Jocelyn made her best 'blushing' face though she couldn't actually blush, which was rather convincing and turned her body ever so slightly toward him. "It seems you've caught me." She said with a double meaning "I confess I'm not from around here. I needed a drink and I didn't know this bar had a specific clientele." She said in her smooth low voice, letting her eyes dance teasing up to his and back, never letting them linger long enough for him to catch sight of their unusual color, a technique she had mastered.
"Thank you." She said quietly as he paid for the drink. She watched his wrist and hand in a way that he would notice, he wanted her to see and admire, so she did. She would be everything he wanted.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 12:51:19 GMT -5
"Jamie."He said, pronouncing the "J" as an "H". "Perhaps it is something we share then." He leaned in as though he was trying to make sure she was the only one who heard him. He glanced back, making sure no one was close. "This is place is full of old stuffed shirts. It is just a good place for me to be seen. Climb the ladder, you know?"
He started to move back, letting his gaze fall into her cleavage, he hoped unoticed. His drink was disappearing quickly and he offered to buy another for her. "Or perhaps you'd rather find some other place to be?"
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 13:00:49 GMT -5
"Not yet!" She said urgently, placing a hind on his to stop him from standing. His skin felt hat and alive under her cold fingers. She removed them quickly and made her blushing face again. "I mean it's been a long day, traveling and all. I could use another one of these." She said lightly shaking her empty cocktail glass with a smile.
It was all part of the stalk, let him watch you get tipsy off a few drinks, she was a small woman after all. Flatter him, get more and more comfortable with him, let him think it's a sure bet. It wouldn't take too long, a couple hours perhaps.
"This is my first time in Seattle." She said trying to make light human conversation. It was ALWAYS her "first time in a city" when she was on the hunt, gave them the opportunity to show her around or walk her back to her hotel, etc.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 13:19:12 GMT -5
"Of course. Please forgive me Senorita." He made his best "humbly embarrassed" face and then snapped his fingers in quick repetition, the bartender was there instantly, stopping and trying to act like he had just happened by. He wiped a spot on the bar and turned his attention to him, “What will you have sir?” “Bring the lady a drink, whatever she would like.”
He turned and smiled back to her. He looked at the spot where she had touched him and then reached out and brushed her hand in a similar fashion. Oh she was from out of town, ideal for a one night stand. She’d likely be heading off again soon and he’d find himself something else to hold is fascination. “And tell me, do angels have names when they come to visit…Seattle?”
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 13:39:43 GMT -5
She ordered a cosmopolitan when the bartender asked. It was light but heavy on the alcohol. That or a vodka and cranberry tended to be her signature drinks. She could easily stomach them and found she could drink them in a way that was alluring to human men. The bartender brought her the pink drink in a martini glass as he dropped the big pink up line on her.
Inside she was practically dying with laughter, did this kind of thing really work on human women? But on the outside she smiled flattered and said "Seraphine." in a clear french accent. She always gave a fake name, and always gave a different one. "But Sera suits me just fine for everyday." She said before taking a sip from her glass. Seraphine seemed appropriate enough, derived of the french word for serpent it would serve an a little inside joke only to herself.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 15:06:07 GMT -5
"Sera." he said, rolling the "R" slightly. "I must tell you, I was not looking forward to celebrating by myself this evening, or with these...geezers." He did a quick look around as if he had actually spoken loud enough for anyone to hear him.
"But what brings you to Seattle? Not the weather I am sure. Perhaps you have heard there are lots of handsome lawyers?"
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 15:38:50 GMT -5
She finished off her drink and answered "My agency sent me out here. There is a designer who is totally into this whole Pacific Northwestern grunge thing and their doing a shoot on the sound." She rambled a little then clarifying "I'm a model." Model or actress was usually her story. Men like this loved that.
They went on for another hour or so, making small talk. Jocelyn knocked back a couple more drinks on his tab and continued to act more and more loosely, not sloppy drunk, but careless and flirty. As she finished off another drink she hiccuped once "You'll have to forgive me." She giggled "I don't usually drink like this." She said with a smile pushing her empty glass toward the bartender who whisked it away with a roll of his eyes.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 15:46:45 GMT -5
Most of the evening he had talked about his work, what cases he had won, which opponets he had destroued in court. He tried not to make it too technical for her, being a model and all.
"A beautiful woman should never apologize." He slid a bill across the counter for the bartender. Clearly the signal he had passed him earlier to make the drinks a little extra strong had worked.
"It is, however, getting late for me. And for you as well, I imagine? Perhaps I could see you to a cab? Or I could drive you. He was imaging her sans the dress and in his bed. He reached up and caressed her arm casually.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 16:05:45 GMT -5
She shook her head"Oh no. My hotel is just down the street. The Alexis Hotel, do you know it?" She asked going through her pocketbook and finding her lipstick and compact. She put on the ruby shade as she looked into the silver compact, a gift from her "father" years ago. He had left it on her vanity with her other things.
The bartender called last call for drinks. The bar was closing. "It is rather late. Where did the time go?" She giggled. She looked up at him again flashing her eyes quickly. "You could give me a hand back to my hotel though. You never know who is lurking in alleys these days." Ironic that SHE wasn't the one who would need protecting tonight and in fact he was walking straight into the trap. One that was carefully set and was drawing him in quickly. Everything about her was built to bring him in, her scent, her looks, the sound of her voice.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 16:19:37 GMT -5
"I would be honored miss." He had to cover, since he had infact forgotten her name already. He offered her his arm to assist her to the door.
The coat check girl gave her a look as they left. Partly she knew exactly the sort of guy he was and wanted to warn her. The other side really wished she was her, even for just that night. The valet was a diffrent guy. He offered to get his car, didn't ask Jocelyn since he believed they were together. "I will walk the lady to her hotel, and return for it later." He handed the ticket and a ten to the valet to overlook the unusual situation. The guy handed him back a key with a Lexus symbol on the remote. He took his overcoat and put it on, and then wrapped his arm around her waist.
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