Post by ilovelindsay on Feb 10, 2008 19:55:19 GMT -4
"Hmmmm..."
"Lady? Lady? You have to wake up, it's time to get going. You don't want to be late."
".. Go away."
She waves her hand away, rolling over in the back seat. She was tired, she was moody. Sleep nao, kthxbye.
"Lady! Wake up, it's time to go."
"... Stop, bothering me."
"Hey look-"
The sound of his voice is quickly silenced as she rolls over, the pinstripe black business suit jacket slightly open. Nothing more then obviously under it. She yawns slightly, tilting her large hat down over her eyes. She waves her hand forward in a dismissive manor before smoothing out her little skirt.
"Go away."
"... Look Lady, you wanted me to drive you here. We're here, now I got other fares to find, more money to make. So unless you're gonna pay me to sit here while you take a nap? Get to stepping."
"... Did you just say, 'get to stepping'?
.....
Hahaha... Jesus, I love it when white guys try to act black. You know you're all nothing but toys, right?"
".. What?"
"Men. Males. You're just toys here for our amusement. I don't see men as American, or French or Asian or whatever you want to classify yourself as, dear.
You're a male... do you know what that means, cutie?"
She sits up in the backseat, pressing herself against the back of his seat. She leans her head forward, blowing a hot gust of air past his ear... poor sumbitch shivers like a virgin. She giggles a bit before tilting her hat again with a wink.
"It means you've already failed in life.
Better luck next time, hm? Maybe you can come back as a nice healthy Dog...
....
Least then women will stroke you."
She grabs her bag, shelling the poor cabbie his oh so precious fare before she steps out of the cab. Standing up straight she stretches her back out, cracking her neck from side to side as she stares up at the tower. She smiles a bit before yawning again.
"... Games are fun."
~Seventeen Minutes Later... C.E.O. Offices~
She yawns again, still tired from the flight here and all. She smooths her skirt out, takes a look down at her business suit. Making sure everything was all nice and proper. She runs her fingers along the rim of her 'pimpette' style hat... (no feathers, don't worry) before placing her hand on the door. She slowly and quietly turns the knob... opening the door a crack before peeking in. A grin on her face as she pushes the door open entirely, standing in the doorway. Her long legs stretched down to the ground, strapped like almost... dual knee pads? Covering part of them, long high heeled boots.
"Traffic was a bitch."
"Lady? Lady? You have to wake up, it's time to get going. You don't want to be late."
".. Go away."
She waves her hand away, rolling over in the back seat. She was tired, she was moody. Sleep nao, kthxbye.
"Lady! Wake up, it's time to go."
"... Stop, bothering me."
"Hey look-"
The sound of his voice is quickly silenced as she rolls over, the pinstripe black business suit jacket slightly open. Nothing more then obviously under it. She yawns slightly, tilting her large hat down over her eyes. She waves her hand forward in a dismissive manor before smoothing out her little skirt.
"Go away."
"... Look Lady, you wanted me to drive you here. We're here, now I got other fares to find, more money to make. So unless you're gonna pay me to sit here while you take a nap? Get to stepping."
"... Did you just say, 'get to stepping'?
.....
Hahaha... Jesus, I love it when white guys try to act black. You know you're all nothing but toys, right?"
".. What?"
"Men. Males. You're just toys here for our amusement. I don't see men as American, or French or Asian or whatever you want to classify yourself as, dear.
You're a male... do you know what that means, cutie?"
She sits up in the backseat, pressing herself against the back of his seat. She leans her head forward, blowing a hot gust of air past his ear... poor sumbitch shivers like a virgin. She giggles a bit before tilting her hat again with a wink.
"It means you've already failed in life.
Better luck next time, hm? Maybe you can come back as a nice healthy Dog...
....
Least then women will stroke you."
She grabs her bag, shelling the poor cabbie his oh so precious fare before she steps out of the cab. Standing up straight she stretches her back out, cracking her neck from side to side as she stares up at the tower. She smiles a bit before yawning again.
"... Games are fun."
~Seventeen Minutes Later... C.E.O. Offices~
She yawns again, still tired from the flight here and all. She smooths her skirt out, takes a look down at her business suit. Making sure everything was all nice and proper. She runs her fingers along the rim of her 'pimpette' style hat... (no feathers, don't worry) before placing her hand on the door. She slowly and quietly turns the knob... opening the door a crack before peeking in. A grin on her face as she pushes the door open entirely, standing in the doorway. Her long legs stretched down to the ground, strapped like almost... dual knee pads? Covering part of them, long high heeled boots.
"Traffic was a bitch."