Underbelly (Open.)

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

What a little light-weight. Kristina would have to remember to recommend he take her to more clubs more often than just every couple nights. Daddy would just have to understand her little pouty face a bit better. She sighed as she watched him leave the dance floor and men swarmed to her side again. She had kept in perfect step with the music and there were at least three who were willing to get into a full-blown fight in order to win the honor of dancing with her hot body. She could see all of their eyes watching over her, watching as her shirt would occasionally lift over her stomach, exposing her nicely tanned skin and her belly button ring that glittered like diamonds. Still, it just wasn't any fun without her body guard.

"Sorry boys, maybe next time," She cooed to them, blowing them a kiss as she turned on her heel and headed for the booth. She slid into the seat next to him and shrugged off the black fur vest that she had worn over top of her tank top. She moved in close to him again, crossing one of her legs over the other. "I think I know what you need. You need a drink," She said softly in that sweet voice of hers as she flagged the bartender over.

"Excuse me, can we have two martini's over here please?" She asked with a gentle tilt of her head and a pout of her perfectly formed bottom lip. The bartender, who usually required someone to come to his bar took one look at her, nodded his head and got to making the drinks. Kristina turned her attention back to Frankie and slipped her arms around his shoulders again, flattening out the fabric that was there. "There, see? We'll be better in a minute."

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:59 pm

"I'm sure you are." Frankie whispered in to her ear, as once again their heads became close. He didn't think of himself as a good dancer, but at least he was a competant one. And at least Kristina was enjoying his company. Every so often, her touching or bumping would distract him so much that it took a second or two to actually react, but he was at least happy she wasn't doing this to someone else. One day she was going to attract the wrong kind of guy, the kind of guy you saw in the news that became obsessed to the point he developed in to a full blown stalker. Or the man who spiked her drink, and had his own fun in the back alley with her before dumping her near-unconscious body.

As the dance floor began to empty, so did Frankie's energy. She was a hard task to keep up with, and he had given it all he could. But she had beaten him again, although that was to be expected. He had never said he could compete with her. "I'm going for another sit down. It's pretty late, and I'm shattered." This time, he didn't suggest that she come down with him. Instead, he began to walk to the booth himself, counting down the hours until she finally decided to go home. How late was it? The wrong side of twelve. Hopefully she wanted to leave soon, and get her back to her father in once piece.

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

And there he was. She knew that he wouldn't be able to take it for very long. He happened to side-step right between her and her dancer at the time. He didn't look to be too happy and when Frankie's back was turned the man turned his middle finger up to his back. Kristina instead smiled at Frankie and continued to sway her body back and forth expertly, getting much closer to Frankie than she had to any of the other guys who were there. Frankie was fun and predictable unlike all the other guys. She would rather dance with him then with those guys. Besides, there was a kind of danger in Frankie that no one else had.

She smirked as she tilted her head back, dipping her hips in and then bringing them back up, grinding against his. "Oh Frankie, you know what? I think I am happy," She answered him as she flashed him a smile, slipping the tips of her fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, bringing her face back in close to his like she had before. He was an actual gentleman, at least...on the surface. He was a guy that she didn't know. One minute he seemed just like her father, loving a good deal and anything to make money. And then he turned around and acted like a gentleman. She wanted to learn him, to study him and to know all of his inner workings. That way she could use them to he advantage.

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:34 pm

His eyes followed her from the booth, down to the dance floor. Considering she was wearing high heels, he was surprised her feet weren't killing her. She said she didn't need a rest, and the way she stepped quickly in them meant she was a seasoned veteran in wearing them. Frankie always loved a girl in high heels, and it added even more to the perfection of Kristina Peretti. And like earlier, she was taunting him, teasing him with her almost-sexual dancing with other men. They were almost pushing and shoving to make sure it was them dancing one-on-one with her.

He shouldn't be letting them get away with this. It was reasons like this that he knew the girl was going to get him in to problems. Doing silly stuff like this, trying to provoke a reaction. For a few songs, he let her away with it, not giving her the satisfaction of once more coming down and pushing away someone who he wasn't impressed with.

Another song played. She was still at it. Another man was trying his luck, suggesting things which Frankie would never let her take part in. Enough. This was crazy. Giovanni would kill him if he somehow found out that his daughter was being surrounded by horny guys, and the bodyguard was letting it all happen -- sipping at his Coca-Cola instead. Marching back down to the dance floor, he was glad that it had emptied somewhat as the night was drawing to a close. Squeezing between Kristina and another man, he grabbed her hands and pulled her close. "Is this what you want? Am I gonna have to babysit you down here as well?" If she wasn't going to stop dancing with those morons, then he figured he had to dance with her instead, and never let her leave his side. "Hope you're happy."

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

She had won and that was the end of the argument. Frankie was going to let her have fun. So, she'd test him to see how far he would let her go, at least...let her go and have fun without him. He seemed like the kind of guy who had a good head on his shoulders. Those kind of men always knew what they wanted, and who wouldn't want Kristina? She was the perfect woman - for appearances anyway. Deep down she knew that she was rather ugly, but when raised around a lot of power, what else were you going to do? Besides, men loved mysterious and powerful women.

She grinned at him and patted his knee rather affectionately before getting out of the booth and shimmying her way past him, making sure to purposefully shake her ass right in his face. As she moved away from the booth she turned around and shot him a wink, her feet instantly falling in step as she made her way to the dance floor. Men swarmed around her like usual, all giving her strange looks that looked more like silent questions, but Kristina didn't give any answers to these guys. They didn't deserve it.

She faced the man she had picked before and slipped her arms around his neck, dipping her hips in low against his. He seemed to smile at her and he dipped his head in close to hers like she had done to Frankie and she tilted her head back and giggled, bringing her eyes back to look at Frankie, her eyes sparkling as if challenging him. She slipped one of her slender legs around the mans waist and brought his body closer to hers while he brought a hand up the to her back.

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 5:12 pm

Frankie smiled a little when she pulled out the money and gave it to him. “Maybe driving you around won’t be too bad after all. I let you do what you want, and as long as you don’t get in to any trouble, everything’s gonna be fine.” These were the moments a man was supposed to take advantage of. When a girl brought her face close to his, you were meant to bring your lips to hers and the pair would touch. That’s if you were with a normal girl. But this one, she was different. She had baggage that no man wanted to touch. She may not tell him anything, but Frankie was still sure that the gangster had men watching over her as well. It was understandable, after having to go through so many drivers, he would want to see why it felt as if there was a conveyor belt of them, ready to take her places.

For a split second, his hand cupped her knee and rubbed it ever so slightly, before retracting back quickly. “I’ll let you get back to your dancing, can’t let you spend the rest of the night up here moaning. Isn’t exactly fun.”

Maybe he would go up and dance with her again, near the end of the night. Right now, he wanted to think about things. About the offer. About his new life. Right now, he was on her good side. But she was a manipulator, what if she grew bored of him? Where would he end up?

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

He was one hell of a specimen. He had a set of strong shoulders on him that were wonderful and not overly buff like all the other men that had driven her. He was a real guy. Someone whom she could relate to. He was also close to her age. Usually her father hired guys who were in their fifty's and that was no fun. Being twenty-four made Kristina a kind of young target beauty, and Frankie was responding to her well. He was a man just like all the others, but being younger made him appear to be more human. If she had ever acted like this with any of the other body guards, they would have instantly ratted her out to her father, even though that wouldn't have gotten them very far.

She smiled at him, a slick, seductive little smile when he insulted her. She shook her head and laughed lightly, a beautiful laugh. She lifted her fingers up and traced the outline of Frankie's chin with the sort of soft touch that only women in stories had. "Frankie, honey, you want to be driving me around, because unlike all the other jobs that my daddy could give you this is the one that I will let you slack off at and bring you to the top." She reached into her purse, which happened to be right inbetween their legs. This gave her an opportunity to slide her hand along her knee before placing a rather generous amount of money into the pocket of his shirt.

"You see? Because if you stick with me, I can tell my dad whatever you want me to," She answered as she dipped her head in closer to his, her hot breath dancing across his skin. "All you have to do is let me have fun. That's it."

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:50 pm

Her arm was around his shoulder. He felt like someone who had never felt the touch of a female before. But with her, it was all different. He had took a deep breath and danced with her, in ways which he shouldn't have. Too much contact, too much body-rubbing. Too much of everything. Her lips were against his ear again, and when he turned to look at her, he was shocked by just how little a distance their faces were. "Got me in a bit of a situation here, don't you? I say no, then what's to stop you from telling your dad some lies, or maybe letting slip that we shared a dance. Guess I got no real choice in the matter, huh? Looks like the spoiled little princess gets her wish again." Insulting her with stupid, childish comments wasn't going to get him far.

The club was still congested with bodies, men chatting women up, women looking gorgeous, groups getting drunk, dancing to the music. But the girl who turned the most heads was sitting right next to him, and the way their heads were positioned -- their chatting could be assumed to be alot more than just a simple discussion. If only he wasn't working, and he was here, relaxing. Then maybe he could be having a good time just now. But then again, would she have been giving him this much attention if he weren't driving her around? "I don't know, do I really want to be driving you everywhere?"

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

When he placed his hands on her hips, Kristina smiled to herself. As much as guys loved to look at her, they were afraid of her as well. No body dared put their hands on her while she had guards around, except for the guard himself. It felt so right to have someone touching her while she danced. She swayed her body up against his and felt how close they were. She hadn't realized when she was trying to get her way how good he had smelled. She really enjoyed him, and there was another point on his scale to become her permanent driver. Giovanni would be happy not to have to hire and fire more people on her behalf now that she had found one that she liked.

Then the song ended and she was ready to dance with him for another one until he grabbed her hand and started to pull on her. "Hey! Frankie, what are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!" She protested trying to pull away from him. This wasn't any good. He had come to his senses, which was strange when men were around her. Her heels skidded across the floor as she was drug to the bench and sat down next to him.

"God, buzz kill," She growled at him as her hair flopped around her perfect place. She scooted closer to him in the booth with that golden white smile plastered on her lip. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and slipped her arms around his shoulders. "Relax, would ya? There is no one my daddy trusts more in the world than me, and if I tell him that I want you to be my permanent driver then that'll be what he does." She smiled at him and lifted a finger to play with his hair softly, leaning her lips in close to his ear again. "So if you let me have fun for just this one night, I promise to tell him only the best things about you."

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:56 pm

He was appalled by what she was doing. The way she danced against him, he really couldn't believe it. But maybe she was right. There was a conflicting argument going on in his head. One said to get away from the dance floor -- with Kristina as well, and remain in his post where he would push any man that threatened to get close to her. Her father had given him a job to do, and he had to prove to the man that he was trustworthy and reliable. But on the other hand, he was a young man that needed to enjoy himself. Here was a beautiful girl, playing around with him, flirting every way under the sun and he was turning her down. He felt his hands grab her swinging hips, and they froze -- refusing to budge. No. This couldn't be happening. What if it was all one big test, if there was another one of Giovanni's goons watching over his daughter and him. That he had failed, and was acting like the kind of guy the mob boss didn't want his daughter to be around.

This was it. This was how he was going to die. Some guy in a suit was going to grab him from behind, take him out to the car park and rough him up. Then they'd shove him in the trunk of the car, and take him back to Giovanni, who would probably cut off both his feet and hands so he'd no longer be able to dance or hold his daughter. Shit. He had to stop panicking. This was his paranoia getting to him, trying to spoil a good night. Sure, the situation wasn't ideal. And for one song, Kristina had convinced him to dance with her. When that song was finished -- and Frankie had been eagerly waiting for it -- he stepped back from the girl and took her hand, leading her back to the booth which was still free. He ignored her protests, held her hand tightly, and sat her down beside him.

"Your father's gonna kill me. He's gonna find out about us dancing, and you're never gonna see me again. I hope you're happy." He spoke, making sure there was a big gap between them.

[Bottiglia.Paz'zia] · Number of posts: 180 Age: 18 Registration date: 2009-10-27

Dancing was her life. She was never home when there were clubs to go out and enjoy. She loved to dance to the music, but what she loved more than that was to dance with guys, and there were plenty who were here. Kristina instantly found one who was extremely attractive and when she locked eyes with him, he instantly made his way over to her. That was her effect. She commanded the attention of everyone in the room and whatever she asked for, whither it was direct or indirect was always given to her. He came up to her and she slipped her arms around his neck, instantly dipping her hips seductively against his, her lips moving with words that were too low for anyone except for him to hear.

The night was wonderful. She could dance for hours. In fact, she was usually the only one who didn't leave the dance floor, and she did it all in heels. Kristina knew that Frankie never left his post. She knew because she was constantly keeping an eye on him to. To make sure that he was keeping an eye on her, or even to see if she'd be able to slip a drink in. No, he was constantly having his eyes on her. She threw secret little treats his way, a certain seductive roll of her hips when he was looking at her, a step of her feet, or a simple teasing exchange with a man who she happened to be dancing with.

Then it happened - someone was dumb enough to grab her ass. She didn't mind, in fact she was flattered by the gesture, but that would mean that Frankie would have to remove the poor man. Frankie came up to her after that, and she smirked to herself. She continued to move her feet to the beat, turning her body around so that she was pushing up against him. She slipped her arms backwards around his neck and continued to roll her body against his to the beat of the music, something she hadn't done to any of the other boys she was dancing with.

"Oh Frankie, I love to dance, I don't need a break, but you look like you could use a little fun. You're all stiff over there," She answered as she turned her head to the side, displaying her beautiful face against his chest as she continued to rub her body against his slidding up and down against him. "Come on, I know you can dance. Everybody knows how to dance."

Stanmore · Subject: Re: Underbelly (Open.) Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:31 pm

The voice in his head was like a vinyl stuck on repeat. It kept telling him that something would go wrong, that he would somehow be involved, all hell would break loose and he'd probably have a knife wound in the stomach. And it didn't help with her needless closeness, slipping her hand in to his shirt, or bringing her lips to his face -- only to divert to his ear at the last possible moment. Did her father know she behaved like this? Of course not. He didn't even let her have a boyfriend!

The majority of dancers in here knew who she was, understandable at that. And it didn't take long for a few men to start dancing with her. Frankie didn't mind that, as long as they kept it clean. The glass in his hand cooled his palm, his fingers never leaving the circular shape for the whole time he sat there. Song after song played, each one almost similar to the last. His ears were filled with new wave dance songs, the new music craze of the 80s. Who needed guitars and drums when you had synthesizers that could make any noise you wanted them to? Frankie hated to admit it, however, that he actually liked a few of the songs.

As the night went on, her driver wondered how she could possibly dance for as long as this. She had the stamina of a marathon runner, but her dance moves were something else. Eyes magnetised to the swinging hips, but it were wandering male hands that finally caused him to stand up. Some punk had thought it was a smart idea to grab her ass during a song, Frankie just couldn't allow that. Shuffling past the crowd on the dance floor, the man was pulled back and warned to stay away from the girl. Frankie then turned to Kristina. "Maybe you should sit down for a few minutes, you must be exhausted."