Maureen

[therewasaman]

There was a man who had gotten out of the crash room and into his own hut. The place was well organized with everything around the edges and a wide open space in the middle. He wondered who had lived her before for a moment and then decided he didn't care. It was the best form of recyling. He had all he needed

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[drama_maureen]

Maureen had come straight from her shift at the club. She'd been one of the first on, so it wasn't too late - but she still hadn't gone home first, because she'd brought him a little surprise. Of course, this meant she still had on what she'd danced in under the loose, pull-over dress she had on - a black g-string and matching bra, underneath a black corset, and thigh-high black and white striped stockings with a garter belt. She'd danced to Johnny Cash tonight, had kind of a prison theme going on.

When he opened the door, she held out a glass, still clinking with ice. "Brought you a housewarming present," she said. "I took a guess and went with whiskey."

[therewasaman]

Patrick smiled and stepped back so she could come in, taking the drink from her hand.

"Whiskey was a good choice. Thank you," he said, then looked her over. "What are you wearing?"

[drama_maureen]

Maureen laughed and lifted the bottom of the dress, flashing him the outfit underneath. "I came straight from the club," she said. "Otherwise the ice would have melted."

[therewasaman]

There was a little tick, just a slight twitch of his smile and a flash in his eyes and then he was fine. She looked like a whore. A good looking whore. Clean. But the thought that she was putting herself on display like that...he didn't like it.

"You must be tired, then," Patrick said, gesturing to the bed. It was the only thing to sit on other than an uncomfortable chair. "Take a load off, baby."