All I'm In Is Just Skin {Cash}

[BREE BENGAL]

Bree Bengal was on the prowl. Of course, this wasn't her usual hunt. This kind had different prey involved. She didn't think she'd find any obvious business execs who would blab about their wives here. No, she didn't see any wedding bands on and hands she happened to catch sight of while she was sitting at the bar, watching the people dancing to the blaring rave music and flashing in the lights. No, there wouldn't be anyone happy here, to talk about how they were faithful to their spouses and would be for till death do they part.

Liars. All of them. No one could predict what could happen between now and death. So far, none had been able to guess that a young girl would come into the picture and tear their "eternally blissful" lives to shreds.

But this wasn't the time or place for that. Bree wanted to get up and dance.

The mood is set
So you already know what's next

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She found it hilarious that there were other people from that horrific academy she attended. Obviously the standards weren't as high as her aunt and uncle thought. They didn't see the girls of that odd group smoking in the middle of class, or the curly-haired one of that at stoner parties in Jacobs Apartment Complex. They didn't hear the all-too-familiar sounds coming from the janitor's closet. And it's not like Bree told them, or anyone for that matter.

Softer than a motha-
Boy I know you wanna touch.
Breathing down my neck,
I can tell you wanna-

Often times, she saw these things, and didn't react or comment in anything but a short chuckle, much like the one she made before stepping down from the barstool and onto the dancefloor.

No teasin'
You've waited long enough
Go deep
I'mma throw it at ya, can you catch it?

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She knew the song well, even if the bass was set all the way down and causing ripples through her and the whole floor.

Don't worry baby,
I'mma meet you halfway
'Cause I know you wanna see me.

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Though she stayed at the edge of the dance floor, a lot of heads turned to look at her dance. Bree had been in ballet for the first few years of life with her aunt and uncle, which taught her grace, and then hip-hop, which taught her moves. Then she dropped out, doing her own dancing.

No heels
No shirt
No skirt
All I'm in is just skin

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It wouldn't be long now before a man approached her. That's how these things went, after all.

All in baby
Don't hold nothin' back
Wanna take control?
Nothing wrong with that.

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Which there was, of course. In fact, usually, if the boy tried anything, she'd either leave in the middle or wait until morning. All she would leave behind was a wrong number and a bill for the hotel room she rented. Her aunt and uncle really didn't check her records well enough, or they just didn't care. It was fine either way, as long as she could continue. This was the closest thing to 'fun' she could get. Not that she didn't find her business of chaos fun, but she did consider it business.

Say you likin' how I feel
Ain't gotta tell me that
Just put your skin baby on my skin.

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OUTFIT

[CASH MOORE]

If there was one thing Cash loved more than anything, it was the club. Lights flashing, bass pounding, girls dancing...it was enough to make any guy crazy. Plus, it provided the perfect setting for Cash and his manwhore ways. Most of the girls here were willing to give it all just for the heck of it; they were out partying, so why not? And if they weren't? Well...that's what alcohol was for, right?

Cash had already downed a few drinks and while he was still capable of making decisions, the warm buzz of liquer only added to the total badassery of Cash mother fucking Moore. He already had a little gaggle of girls surrounding him by the bar, boobs out to near-wardrobe-malfunction. A boyish grin lit up his features. Man, this was fucking better than anything! Cash made a move to get up and the girls followed him to the dance floor, where they happily obliged to grind all over him. He threw his hands in the air and let the swell of the bass rock his body, loving the feeling of the impossible heat from all the sweaty bodies packed together, the feeling that he was on top of the world. Which, of course, he was. Cash Moore was always on the top of the mother fucking world.

After taking a glance around the club, his eyes fell upon the most tantalizing piece of woman he had ever seen. The vibes she gave off, man, they were rockin'. It was obvious that she commanded the dance floor by the power in her moves, the confident way she moved her hips. Cash wanted to be the one she danced next to. He didn't need these little bimbos; there was nothing there but tits and hair extensions (which, any other night would be perfectly fine for Cash). No, he always knew he wanted a woman in power, and boy there she was! Cash strutted over, swatting the girls away, and began to dance with this...this goddess. "You know, you should be careful moving like that...someone might try to take advantage of that." Cash said, leaning down to her ear with a smirk. Of course, he was the one who wanted to take advantage, but hey. He was only human.

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NOW GIVE THEM A NICE NOTE HERE!

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[BREE BENGAL]

The song changed to sonething Bree didn't know, but she continued to dance, adapting to the different rhythm easily. She was starting to think all the males in the club were either gay or with their girlfriends (though, the latter wouldn't be all that much of a problem, as Bree had witnessed before), and was tempted to leave and actually sleep in her dorm. She hardly ever went there, and when she did, she was usually in a bad mood, which made Bree more vocal about her cynical view of the human race. Fuck, she really hoped she wouldn't have to go to bed early.

And then someone approached her.

Finally.

Continuing to dance, she looked at the boy, freshly escaped from all the empty-headed whores that surrounded him. She recognized him slightly... did he go to Baum? Yes, that must be it. Well, if he recognized her from school, that would be a bummer. Not really of course, because Bree's aunt and uncle were more than likely aware of her behavior, they just didn't do anything about it. Humans really did care about each other, huh?

Anyways, the boy's name escaped her. Well, not that she had ever had it, because Bree wasn't one to memorize useless names with forgotten faces. But he wasn't terrible looking, and Bree thought it was amusing when he spoke in her ear. Oh, she could play along, yes, act all innocent and such and fall right into his arms. But where was the fun in that?

Smirking right back, she leaned into him, putting her lips right up against his ear, she replied, "Anybody who would try would find that it's not easy. To take advantage of me." She wasn't stupid, she could tell what his intentions were. And maybe, if he proved himself, he could get lucky.

She stepped back, though not far enough to be outside any normal person's bubble, and danced a little, almost daring him to come nearer. It was sort of a test, though there was no right or wrong answer. Bree just wanted to see what the kid would do.

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[CASH MOORE]

There was nothing better than a challenge. In typical male fashion, Cash loved when girls were hard to get. Even when it was obvious they were playing it, Cash grew even more persistent in obtaining them. It was all about the thrill of the challenge, the excitement and triumph of landing some new girl. True, Cash was a man slut and a player, but one should never hate the player but the game, right? And those airheaded blondes? While Cash was sure the sex would be good, they were way too easy, and even someone like him had certain standards.

The girl's next words spoke volumes, just the three words "it's not easy" and Cash was drawn in, hook, line and sinker. He perked right on up, much more eager to please and reel this girl in. Something else about her was niggling in his mind, though. No, it wasn't that she looked like a bomb (Cash's code word for girls who went to Baum. Get it? Baum? Bomb? They sound--okay, you get it). She looked familiar in another way, a way that hit closer to home. Cash gave her an appraising look and then it hit him. In an odd way, she reminded him of his mom. Sure, it sounded like he has some Oedipus complex, but in all honesty, Cash just missed his mom and wanted her back. If those damn thugs hadn't opened fire on each other right then...she wouldn't have been caught in the crossfire. Cash had always been a momma's boy and now, looking at this girl again, (even though he didn't know her name) he wanted to not only get with her but keep her safe from any dickwads trying to mess with her. Yeah, cus Cash was a mother fucking boss!

The girl took a step back and Cash reached out to place his hands on her hips. A daring move, but Cash was nothing if not bold. "Well lucky for me and you, I don't try. I do." Cash said with his typical cocky assurance. He pulled her a little closer and danced to the music, turning on his boyish charm to the max. "I never caught your name, by the way. I'm Cash." And with that, Cash was sure he had her. Of course, he tended to over think things, so in all honesty, he was probably pretty far from "having her". It was the over way around, after all. He wouldn't admit it, but she had him already. The beat changed and the bass dropped even lower, and Cash settled into the thumping rhythm.

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LYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
NOW GIVE THEM A NICE NOTE HERE!

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[BREE BENGAL]

Bree didn't exactly play hard-to-get. As much as she did get, she really did have some standards for guys who wouldn't just be the living equivalent of a dildo. As in, people she saw more than once. Guys she didn't like were given a fake number and didn't even have her real name. It was a rarity for someone to have Bree and not Emilee or Alessandra or Lisa or any of the names she liked to use. For that, they had to prove themselves beforehand, and Bree's standards were above the average human male norm.

It was curious, the way he studied her, like he was trying to figure her out or something. Maybe he recognized her from school? No, it was more than that. Bree wasn't uncomfortable with it, though, she just noticed it. Not many guys looked at her in such a way and she was impressed as Bree could be, which really wasn't enough to spark an exterior reaction.

It came very close when he dared to pull her closer, something she hadn't expected before the gaze. She had expected him to go back to the bimbos back at the bar, who had looked a little mad and jealous before being dragged away by other guys, as she observed. It was more often than she liked to admit when the human race went against her assumptions. But she still kept them, and still hated the general population. So there.

The reaction she gave was a purr, honestly much more feline than anyone should have been, but she had always been able to do that so she really never noticed the oddity. Carefully, as to not scratch him with her always-sharp nails yet, she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself even closer, to where the only way she could go any further was if the layers of clothing were out of the picture. "Then do," she said, then put her lips against his ear. "Bree."

And then she continued to dance, feeling the bass pound within her.

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