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Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: September 04, 2024, 02:30:00 pm »

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"Damn, you really show that you know what you want, eh? I like that about you," Howard grunted as Beatrice started stroking him openly. He didn't care since he was raring to go anyway. He was thankful that she came in tonight. It was through their conversation that he was able to forget about the women that came in before her that he had to deal with. It was a good thing he didn't ignore her. He would've had to kick himself later if he'd let Beatrice slip through his fingers. Even now through her scent, he could tell just how much she wanted him, not to mention the teasing she was doing. Howard was going to enjoy ramming her good tonight.

Usually, he'd be annoyed inhaling someone's scent unwillingly but not tonight. Beatrice was eager to please him and wanted to be pleased. This showed the more she tugged and played with the zipper of his pants while saying how much he wanted her to fuck her mouth. He couldn't help but show just how hard he was for this woman. His grin widened further as pulled away from him, slipped on the helmet he'd given her, and took a seat on his bike. "Well then, let's have a fucking party then, shall we?" Howard put his helmet on and then proceeded to get on his bike in front of Beatrice. He pushed the start button on his motorcycle which immediately turned it on. As he revved the engine a few times, he released his scent. Giving Beatrice a taste of his orange and caramel scent before finally revving up one last time and then taking off.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: August 30, 2024, 02:01:10 pm »

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When Howard grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the host club, she felt excitement course through her veins. Yes, this is what she’s looking for! Someone who took charge, knew what they wanted, and let the moment take them. Consequences be Damned, she isn’t about to let him go after what’s going to be an amazing night together. She follows him, her heels clinking against the floor and concrete once they’re outside. She eyes the bike and flashes him another grin. If he had a beat up car or truck she would’ve been surprised, but a motorcycle suited his bad boy aura for sure. She approaches him, slipping a hand over his pants and gently stroking his c-ock. If she cares about anyone spotting them she doesn’t let it show.

“If I’m not aching in the morning I’ll be disappointed,” she warns with a toothy grin. Oh, she’s ready. She tries not to squirm, but her scent lets him know how excited she is. Spiced cinnamon vanilla heavier in the air. She’s wet, and the vibration of the bike will just encourage more slick to be produced for the upcoming event. Maybe it’ll leave a stain so every time he rides his bike he’ll think of her. She playfully tugs at the zipper, sliding it just a little down before zipping back up. “When we get to wherever we’re going, I’m going to swallow your c-ock until I’m a moaning, crying mess. I don’t have a gag reflex either so feel free to f-uck my mouth.”

Reluctantly, she pulls away. “Let’s go, lover boy.” Beatrice slips on the helmet and swings a leg over the bike to take a seat.

Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: August 09, 2024, 12:50:54 pm »

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"Heh." Howard was entertained indeed by Beatrice's thirsty actions. Not to mention, very much turned on. He couldn't wait to have fun with her tonight. Although it was in the rules to not have relationships with the patrons that came to visit, Howard knew they would all be glad if Beatrice would just leave. They'd probably complain about it later. Hell, if he got her out of here and she had no interest in returning to this place, he's done his job. He can get her out of here to avoid causing problems. But that didn't mean he was going to let a spitfire like her go for a while. He wanted to have as much fun as he could with her and however long she wanted to stick around.

The taste of her was so sweet thanks to the lip gloss she wore. Howard was already hooked. He was into the idea that she went for what she wanted. There was nothing wrong with being shy and cute but that only gets a person so far. The appeal wears off and things just get boring if he's the one always wanting to do something and having to persuade another person into doing it. One either is into it or they aren't. He wouldn't have that problem with Beatrice. That much was clear. She was ready and geared for anything, which he liked about her. The way she continued to grind her hips against him. She was really making him want to tear her clothes off her right here and now. "I'd rather someone that knows what they want. I don't have time to be figuring it out when we're about to fuck," Howard said.

Before he could say more, the waiter finally returned with the receipt, hiding his face at the very scene of the two of them. Yeah, just by looking at the guy Howard could tell the waiter was into seeing the two of them in such a position. He was a watcher for sure. Beatrice seemed to have fun teasing him though, and all Howard did was watch and grin in amusement. When she was ready to go, he got up from the booth and ignored the eyes on the two of them as he grabbed Beatrice by the wrist and began to lead her toward the door. "Tell boss man I'm done for the night," he told the guy that was manning the register as he left with Beatrice behind him.

Howard didn't ride anything extravagant to get around the city. He could, for he had the money to afford it but he was fine with owning a motorcycle. He didn't need a car if it was just himself. The same could also be said for his sister who owned one as well and would only get one when she had kids. Howard didn't see himself having kids with anyone. There wasn't anyone he could find that was worth having them with so it wasn't a thought that crossed his mind. Until it did, he was just going to enjoy the life he has now. Right now, he wanted to have fun with Beatrice. Wasting no time, he led Beatrice to where he'd parked his motorcycle, then released her wrist to grab the two helmets out of their secret compartments.

He always had a backup in case someone bugged him to take them home. He always made sure to charge them gas money for the ride though. He wasn't going to do that to Beatrice. Their plans were different compared to his usual outings. Turning, he tossed the extra helmet to Beatrice for her to catch it and put it on while he held onto the other one. "You're in for a ride tonight, sweetheart. Better get ready." The look in Howard's eyes showed he meant business and he was all in this. He wasn't backing down at all and wanted to make sure she wasn't either.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: August 02, 2024, 06:19:42 pm »

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F-uck, he made her hot. Howard kept checking off all her boxes; boxes that would be red flags to normal people, but green flags to her. Beatrice’s loving the way he gropes her ass, and takes control of the kiss. She meets his tongue with hers, and tastes the whiskey on his tongue. She could get drunk from it alone. And tonight, she would. At his words, she grins, pulling back just enough for their visions to only see each other. “More like, I know what I want and go for it.” She continues to rock her hips against his to stir him up more. She wonders if he would actually throw her down, and f-uck her right here on the bench from how much she’s teasing him.

Beatrice isn’t sorry about it at all, and it’s evident on her face. “Would you rather I play the girl who's too shy to tell you what she wants? Is just quiet all night and doesn’t make a move?” She slides their hips together, and gently presses his face against her chest; her clothes soft, allowing him to get the feel of her large breasts hidden behind the dark clothing. “Or would you rather I be so self absorbed that I’m just a rowdy b-itch who ignores your wants?” A quick side glance lets her know she has people’s attention, and it’s addicting. She’s used to it from being on social media and posting about her sexual escapades and life, but there’s nothing quite like the thrill of stealing the attention away from someone. How many arguments is she starting just by their partner looking at them? She hopes at least one couple will get into a shouting match over this.

The waiter returns with the receipt and a deep bow. His face was hidden, and she didn’t like that. Deciding to be a bit mean, she removes herself from Howard; tragic, but she has a cruel idea. She walks over to the waiter, pulling his head up by his hair, and she grins. His face is a deep shade of red, and she’s beginning to sweat. She would’ve felt bad if such a part of her existed, and she didn’t see his bulge showcasing what he truly thought of her. “Good boy.” She takes the receipt and releases him. Promptly grabbing her purse, and shoving the receipt inside. Right now she’s hot, h-orny and needing a glass of tall, blonde and fierce. “Lead the way, lover boy.”

Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: July 30, 2024, 03:00:52 pm »

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Howard merely laughed as he watched Beatrice be a little rough with the waiter. But it quickly took that embarrassed look off his face as he scurried away. "Something tells me he probably liked that you did that," he replied jokingly. Howard didn't care at all that she did that. He was just going to have some fun with her tonight. There was no point in getting jealous over someone he might not see again. He just wanted to get his rocks off. He had no reason to lie about that and it was easy to tell that Beatrice wouldn't appreciate it either. He does find her interesting though.

It may be a little difficult for him to let her go with just one fuck and moving on. He might keep her around for awhile. See where things go. Who knows? It might be fun having her around. Lord knows he could use some fun in his life right about now with nothing going on. Plus, she was feeling very frisky with him as she was feeling him up, which he didn't seem to mind at all. Without warning, she'd pulled him into a kiss which Howard didn't object and eagerly returned it. All the onlookers in the bar had their eyes in him and Beatrice making out without a care in the world. He could tell how badly this woman wanted him given how she was rocking her hips against him, making him grunt and at the feeling, arousing his inner Alpha.

God he wanted to fuck her right here and now but he was waiting for that slow ass waiter to return with the receipt. As for everyone else, he didn't care they were looking. He had no qualms about putting on a show for all to see. If it wasn't his job, he'd quickly rip off Beatrice's clothes but since it was, they were better off leaving. Don't want to hear his boss getting on his case about doing a patron on the table. He slid his tongue inside of her mouth, enjoying the taste of the warm caverns and the flavored lipstick she wore that added to it. Pulling away, he grinned as he looked down at her. "Heh, someone's impatient aren't we?" Howard teased her, groping her ass again.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: July 30, 2024, 10:50:05 am »

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Beatrice would be lying if she said she didn’t find people staring at them even slightly arousing. She’s been in threesomes and cuckolding/cuckqueening positions before so it didn’t bother her. If anything, it made the heat in her lower region grow. When Howard grabs her ass, she moans and rocks her hips into his once more. Good, he had no qualms about being rough which she liked. She preferred her partners to let loose, and enjoy themselves. It wasn’t fun when they were holding back or trying to be gentle thinking she’d break. She had a preference, and it was hot, sweaty, intense sex that left her breathless in the end.

She watches Howard tell the waiter about the bill, and it sparked an idea. She grabs the waiter’s tie, and brings him close; not close enough to kiss, but enough for him to look up at her from his position. “Charge it all to my card. And be quick. I have a man to f-uck.” She thought about giving the waiter a kiss on the cheek to spark some jealousy in Howard, but she didn’t know him well enough to know if that would do it. It would probably turn him off, and he would cancel their plans, and she didn’t want that. She releases the waiter, and watches in sadistic glee as the man scurries away once more. Good, he better hurry up.

Beatrice turns her attention back to Howard. She runs her hands over his chest, back up, and one hand goes to the back of his neck. On impulse, she decides to kiss him. Pomegranate flavored lips clash against his. She rocks her hips into his, wanting to feel more of him. One hand runs itself through his soft hair, and the other remains on his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt, and pulling them closer.

Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: July 24, 2024, 02:27:10 pm »

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"I like having the quick money so I can't get fired, but I'm cool to still fuck you if you want. No skin off my nose," Howard said with a wide grin. He had no qualms about having sex with Beatrice. Again, it'd been a while since he'd had a good lay with anyone, and he wanted to scratch that itch he had anyway. Beatrice should count herself lucky that he was interested. It wasn't often that he took someone home, but when he did, they were usually people he could converse with who didn't hurt his head. But there was no way he was going to have sex with her here. As amusing as that would be in his head, they were already getting enough stares from other patrons and hosts around them. Watching in some form of amazement at them. Many people didn't like Howard, but he was fine with that. He had his own way of engaging with people, and others had theirs. People expecting him to go a different route would be waiting until Christmas came. It wasn't gonna happen.

Besides, the spikey-haired blonde male was too busy focusing on how the woman in his lap was riling him up with her scent. It was so too tempting to lay her out and screw her brains out right here and now, but even Howard had standards. Sometimes, he'd drop them and not care if he was out in public; other times, he did have them. This was one of those times he had them. He didn't move his hand from her thigh, he gave it a tight squeeze then snaked it up towards her ass and began grabbing it too. "How about we get out of here and have some fun then, yeah?" He was raring to go, and his coworkers still stared at him with disbelief. They were expecting him to kick her out, but there was a change in plans. He was going to have some fun with Beatrice away from the bar. Plus, he wasn't doing much of anything outside of cleaning and entertaining women the other hosts didn't want to deal with. He had every right to leave early if he wanted to. What were they going to do? Fire him? If they do that, they'll be left to deal with their own problems.

They weren't going to get rid of him that easily. He removed his hand from Beatrice's ass and raised his arm in the air as he snapped his fingers to get the attention of one of the waiters. Seeing him do this, the same waiter from earlier came over, bowing to the two of them respectfully. Albeit showing they were embarrassed as their face was flushed seeing the two of them in such a position. "I'm head out for the night so let them know and bring the bill for this," he told the waiter, who nodded. Howard decided to ignore the embarrassed look on the waiter's face. It would be too easy for him to poke fun and make a joke that the waiter was probably into watching the two of them, but right now, he did not care and just wanted to get out of there.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: July 24, 2024, 12:13:50 pm »

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Beatrice is caught off guard with how easily he sets her in his lap. Her hands quickly find purchase on his shoulders and give them a squeeze. In this position, she can feel his muscles, and it turns her on. Either it had been way too long since she’s had sex or she found Howard extremely attractive which was the case. His hands felt hot on her thighs, and if he slid them any further up he would note she wore skimpy lace panties that did little to hide her wetness. His spikey blonde hair, harsh attitude and the way he didn’t shy away from her was a turn on. He matched her energy and bit right back which she liked.

Some of her previous partners would find her attitude horrid or unladylike. They thought once they were alone they would get a simpering weak Omega who would bow to an Alpha without any problem. Too bad for them that they got a loud mouth, angry and crude woman who had no problem speaking her mind. She’s bedded plenty of Alphas, Betas and Omegas, and not once did she change her ways. She didn’t subscribe to that nonsense.

She grins down at him, and rolls her hips against his. Her scent came out to let him know exactly how he made her feel. Spicy cinnamon vanilla tells anyone within a few feet that he arouses her, and how badly she wants him. “I can handle you, Howard.” She hadn’t paid much attention to the way her skirt rolled up from this new position, dangerously close to letting her rear in full view of anyone walking by. They weren’t exactly in a hiding spot, and received a lot of looks from the other patrons and hosts. Not that she cared, Howard could f-uck her right here, and she would ride him until she came. “Now, are you gonna f-uck me here or in a room? Cause I’ll be more than happy to be the reason you got fired for f-ucking a client in full view of everyone here.”

Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: July 16, 2024, 01:03:21 pm »

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"You're right in that regard, but most of these women have nothing of interest to talk about. Many of them just obsess over one host in particular and waste all their fucking money on seeing them. So retarded. Maybe I'm just not that bored with doing the reverse. If it's not beneficial to me, why fucking do it?" Howard shrugged. Howard never once thought about going to a hostess bar. He didn't see the appeal in them. The same could be said for host bars. They're equally the same with men picking their favorite hostess, having fuck all to talk about, and wasting all their hard-earned money on a woman who's just showering them with fake attention. He wouldn't be working here if he didn't need the cash. A job was a job as long as he could earn something. He'd thought about it for months, and it looked shitty for him to depend on his parents to send him money for as long as they have been doing. While they still send him money, he'd decided to start setting it aside for whenever he may need it for something important. He shouldn't keep taking the money, but the blonde had already decided that once he'd saved up enough and earned money to add to his savings, he'd tell his parents to stop sending him money.

At least he stopped spending what they gave him on stupid things. The only thing he will still spend money on is booze. Unless he was diagnosed with a chronic illness, nothing was going to make him stop drinking. He took another swig from the whiskey bottle while listening to Beatrice, who'd also downed the rest of her drink. He chuckled, listening to her go off on how other Alphas she'd encountered were offended whenever she'd asked them for sex. He respected the fact that she went for what she wanted. She was more honest than all the women he'd met who'd come here pretending they weren't looking for the same thing. "At least you're honest about what you want. Who says I'm going to get offended by someone wanting sex? Heh, depends on my mood and if the person was tolerable enough to converse with. I can't fuck someone that makes my brain pee blood listening to them speak," he admitted to her.

However, she did take him by surprise when she squeezed his thigh and insisted on wanting to have sex with him immediately. She didn't care if it was here or a love hotel. She'd even taken further initiative and began nibbling on his earlobe, which Howard didn't object to. Instead, he set the whiskey bottle down, and with a grin, he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her into his lap, where he could now fully see her face, his grin never leaving. "You really wanna piece of me that badly don't ya?" He chuckled again. With no shame, he slid his hand up and down her thigh sensually. "I think I'll be fine handling you. You sure you can do the same?" he asked her, the Alpha in him stirred up from Beatrice's teasing, awakening it. It'd been a while since he'd had a good romp in the sack, so it wasn't like Howard would turn down the offer. Plus, he enjoyed talking to her, too. He wanted to see where this would go.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: July 16, 2024, 12:39:33 pm »

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Beatrice couldn’t help, but snort at the therapy comment. “Ya know you’re a substitute therapist being in this job, right? The stories I’ve heard just being here once or twice before. Why do you think all these women come here? Not just for the booze and good looking guys.” She sips her drink and sighs. “Not everybody appreciates honesty, and that’s hard to find these days. Everybody wants to be followed and liked and rise to fame like it’s an easy car to drive, but it ain’t. People aren’t gonna like ya and I say screw them and their mothers.” She didn’t get this far by being nice, that’s for sure.

She finishes her drink and sighs happily. Now she's getting a buzz. It would take more than half the bottle to get her drunk, but at least the intrusive thoughts about her past will remain buried for now. At his comment about her wanting him, she flashes him a grin. “I know what I want and I always go for it. I'm not some h-orny Omega who jumps just any Alpha Dick. Is it too much to ask for some hot sex? Without feeling like your pride will crumble. The amount of guys that get offended when I demand they take their clothes off is unreal. I’m sorry, is your Dick gonna shrivel up and fall off? I get turned off real quick by their attitudes.”

Beatrice grabs the vodka bottle and takes a swig from it. She sets it down, the hand on his thigh squeezing it while the other pokes his chest. “You. Me. Love hotel. Or here, I don’t care where. Let’s go have some actual fun without these cry babies around.” She grins, leaning up to whisper into his ear: “If you’re as good as I think you will be, I’ll be sure to leave a nice big tip.” She playfully bites his earlobe before returning to her seat, removing her hands off him. “Unless of course you don’t think you can handle me.” She’s teasing, wanting him to just throw her over his shoulder and take her upstairs.

Posted by: Shouta Akimoto

« on: July 10, 2024, 03:07:10 pm »

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"Therapy ain't that bad. Well, for the nutters who really need it." Howard leaned forward to reach for the bottle of Scottish whiskey liquor that'd been brought by the waiter, popping the top off and taking a swig from it. "I'm not going to entirely knock it because there are some people out there that are so emotionally trash that they're just a burden on other people to take what they're going through out on others. And I ain't got time for that. I'm not a fucking therapist, so why vent to me like I am? If a person wants honesty, I'll give it to them. They're just not gonna like how I give it to them." He wasn't about to sit here and lecture Beatrice about going see a therapist. If she found her outlet for her problems to where she isn't a burden on others, then who is he to say anything? It's not his problem.

That's not his job. Well, it's not a part of his current job. He's not a licensed therapist, and with how he talks, there's no way he'd qualify to be one because one had to be professional. Howard is anything but professional. He did agree with her that people should mind their own business. Normally, that is the case, but lately, it seems that people around the world are making their problems the problems of others and want some form of weird affirmation for what they're going through. It made him want to gag, honestly. Something can't be that serious that one has to go tell the entire internet about it. In Howard's mine, those were nothing more than weirdo clout chasers with no friends and no personality. They were also insufferable to listen and talk to. No different than the women before Beatrice came along tonight.

At least he could hold a decent conversation with her. Been a while since he'd had that with a woman. She was certainly a bold one as he watched her move closer to him and helped herself by placing her hand on his thigh while telling him that she found him handsome, among other things. Intrigued, he couldn't help but smirk, then take another drink from the whiskey bottle. "You're really trying to tempt me aren't ya?" He chuckled at her joke about biting him. She was an interesting one indeed. "We don't have to do anything but you want to do something, don't you? Not against it and they can't fire me over that if it's getting you out of here, they aren't gonna give a fuck."

Howard wasn't gonna lie to himself. Beatrice was an attractive woman. He'd taken note of that earlier when he'd been shown to her table. Like all women, he had to feel her out first to see if she was really a woman the bar needed to be rid of or tonight's entertainment for himself. She was the first out of many women who was able to hold his attention long enough without him writing her off and telling her to get out and not come back. No, she was trying to rile him up sexually. Oh, she had no idea what she would be in for if she did that. He wondered if Beatrice would be able to handle him. 'Hell if she could handle a guy that's boring as a rock, I don't think she'll crumble under me,' he thought deviously.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: July 10, 2024, 12:55:20 pm »

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"Ya growing on me." The waiter returns with a glass of ice and Howard's favorite Scottish whiskey brand. Once more hurrying away before drawing more attention to themselves. Beatrice pours herself another glass and takes a sip from it. "I deal with my problems like anybody else. I drink them away. I keep getting told I should go to therapy, but fuck that. I don't like being told what to do by old geezers who know nothing of what I've gone through." That and she didn't trust them. There was a slight fear she would be taken to an asylum, and she wasn't taking any chances. "People should mind their business. If they want my opinion they'll get it and a hefty dose of truth."

Several drinks in and she's feeling rather bold. She moves closer to Howard and places a hand on his thigh. "I find you rather handsome. Fiery like a fireCracker except I don't know when your fuse will blow. Part of me wants to see ya unhinged and rip into someone. I want to see what others dislike about ya.” She's far from drunk, and the alcohol does little to hinder what she's thinking.

Howard is a handsome fellow. She wonders how he gets his hair to be that spikey and if it's soft. Picking him is the best decision she's made in a while. What does he look like under those clothes? Will he see her again or just write her off as another loud mouth woman? If he didn't like her he would've already said something. She's not one to shy away from her desires and it often catches people off caught when she's so forward with it. She wants Howard, but only if he wants her too.

“We don't have to do anything. I'm just enjoying my time talking to you. You can ask me questions. I haven't bitten you yet.” She grins at him, showing off her teeth as though she will bite him.

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« on: July 08, 2024, 06:07:48 pm »

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"Fair, but even I've seen that shit eventually count against influencers. Companies have rules, and once they find your actual content and how you promote yourself when you're not promoting their shit, you're as good as dropped. That's how it goes. Something to keep in mind for the future if you find it useful. Just be aware. That's all I can say and have a back up plan. Lord knows just having one main job these days is hard to keep because you have to be 'professional', even when off the clock. Fuck all of that." This is mainly why Howard couldn't keep a normal job. It's not as if he couldn't get one. His mouth prevented him from keeping it. It was hard for him to keep the professional persona up for too long before he grew tired and wanted to kick someone in the throat. So, he knew how hard it was to censor himself when it's not what he's used to doing. He prefers to be honest to people. If he doesn't like something or someone, he will flat-out tell them. He doesn't care if their feelings are hurt in the process. That's for them to deal with, not him.

And here he thought he would be bored and annoyed with Beatrice tonight. He's having a decent conversation for once. Most of the time, the women who came here only wanted to talk about themselves and think only about themselves. They weren't interested at all in the guys that worked here, other than how attractive they were and the attention they gave to them. It seemed all too easy, but compared to most of the women that came in here normally, Beatrice was a treat to have, and that's a change of pace from the usual. She was even interested in the fact that he stated he had other uses for his knives, even if her mind went in a completely different direction. That's when she got into the discussion of one guy she was banging that turned out to be a sack of shit in the end. "Yeah, I don't do weird shit with knives for one. When I said I had other uses for them outside of throwing them, I didn't mean that," he told her, clearing that misconception up so she didn't get the wrong idea about him.

"As for the guy you bagged, it serves him right to be dragged through the mud by the chick he knocked up. Pretty sure he's not having a good time having to deal with that. Even worse when he's not mated to her. So yeah, he's definitely miserable as fuck." He didn't care about Beatrice's situation with another guy. Not at all. He didn't like it when anyone was just trash in general and doing stuff like that to other people and not suffer any sort of consequences. There's always going to be a consequence. It may not happen right away, but it will happen eventually. In this world, being unmated with a child was frowned upon by many, while others didn't care. Howard was one of them. He didn't care if how one got themselves into that situation wasn't stupid. Sometimes, it is on accident, and other times, it's not. A guy like that, that Beatrice was messing around with, with a personality of a rock, was asking for it. So, karma got him in the end. At least she didn't have to put up with him anymore, and she didn't seem to be too bothered by it, so that was good.

The last thing Howard wanted to deal with was someone else's baggage. Even if she was entertaining to talk to. "Well, you seem to be doing well for yourself, so as long as you're not letting past shit get you down, then there's no problem," Howard replied. He didn't have any relevant juicy stories to share with her, so he just enjoyed the conversation and listened to her talk. She seemed to talk a lot and had a lot to talk about. He wasn't complaining, nor was he bored. He would've drawn the line if she'd pulled out her phone and begun live-streaming this like the woman from earlier tonight had done. There was a time and place for that, but this wasn't it. He'd watched her call a waiter over for another drink but also to bring him the drink he liked. The guys at the bar knew what Howard liked to drink, so he didn't have to say anything. It was always the strong Scotch whisky from Scotland, which he was surprised this bar had. It wasn't the greatest, but it was better than the rest of the drinks they offered. "You didn't have to order anything for me to drink. I'm good. Or are you doing it because I'm a good conversationalist?" he joked to keep the mood light.

Posted by: Beatrice Royle

« on: July 08, 2024, 12:18:06 pm »

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She sighs dramatically once more as she sips her drink. “I have to pay my bills first so I’ll censor myself for the time being. At least on socials. I’m known for my loud mouth as you can probably guess. I handle everything myself so there’s no manager for them to cry to when I say f-uck a dozen times. I’m not that popular to score those other brands yet. You have to have a big name for yourself to where nobody cares if you curse. Unlike your poor host up front who looked ready to p-iss himself when I told them I wanted you. I hope I took you from some poor b-itch.” She laughs.

At the mention of other uses of his knives, she grins at him before finishing her drink. “What other uses are you talking about? I bet you’re into some kinky s-hit,” she says nonchalantly. Beatrice doesn’t judge others for their sex lives and who is she to say it’s wrong so long as the two (or three or four) parties consented. She’s had her fair share of judgements thrown at her for her sexual appetite. Hell, she’s ‘accidentally’ posted near mature pics of her former partners. Oh, that reminds her…

“I was seeing this guy one time, and he had the personality of a rock, but he could f-uck me d-amn good. Anyways, I caught word he was cheating on me with some bimbo who worked at a company I was doing a photoshoot for. I didn’t love him or like him much. We weren’t even dating. He was a good time, but I didn’t like he was f-ucking this other b-itch. So, during one of my drunk nights, I posted a pic of us that was clearly after sex. Next day, it hits the tabloids and the b-itch comes out to stake her claim and guess what… she was pregnant with his child! I told him we were nothing, and he pleaded with me to take him back because the socials were dragging his a-ss. Haven’t seen him since. I heard he’s a model for some low level fashion company, but all his money is going towards his baby momma. Call me crazy if you want cause I am.”

She spies a waiter walking by, and she snaps her fingers at them. It was the one from before so they knew the drill, and hurried to her side. Beatrice points to Howard. “Get me a bottle of his favorite drink. And all my ice is melted so get me another glass.” The waiter nods, and scurries away with her empty glass.

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« on: July 06, 2024, 09:18:14 pm »

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Howard chuckled. "I wouldn't tell anyone around me to censor themselves. Hell, I don't fucking do it, and I don't expect anyone else to either. I'm not a child, and neither or you so no, you don't have to worry about censoring yourself," he told her, then glanced down at the shoes she'd freely shown him that were from the sponsors she'd told him that she had to censor herself around. "Oh, so you work with some pussies that can't handle when someone says the truth in a vulgar manner. That doesn't sound like fun at all. Should probably find a brand that suits that. There's plenty out there, you just gotta go digging to find them." He didn't take Beatrice for an influencer. He couldn't figure out what she was, if he were being honest. He pegged her for an obnoxious, loud woman who was maybe trying to start trouble, but even that was the farthest thing from the truth. Well, that did make talking to her easier. He didn't have to pretend to like her, but so far, she wasn't bad. He found her entertaining, so he hadn't shooed her out of the bar yet.

She was honest about who she was. Howard liked that in a woman. He hated fake women who had to pretend to be someone they weren't. If one has to go through all the trouble to do that then it's not even worth getting invested with them if that's the case. And hell, much like himself, she was working with people she didn't want to work with, but they paid her enough to get by. Something else he could appreciate. Howard didn't want to work at a Host Bar, but they pay you by the hour and based on commissions. The commissions were a boost, but it wasn't just about the money to him. He could do almost anything to get money. This was just one of many things he could do that wasn't illegal, and he could get money quickly. Even if he had to put up with derp as fuck women. It entertained him that he didn't have to do much to make terrible women go away that the bar didn't want around anymore causing a disturbance. So, his vulgarity was useful for something, at least.

"I didn't say I throw knives, but that doesn't mean I can't. I can out of boredom, but I have other uses for them outside of that," he said. He hadn't had to use his knives to fight against someone in a while. They were only a last resort to slow down someone he was fighting he knew he was unable to win against by making them lose blood the more he cut them and the more they moved around trying to fight him. He wasn't a stranger to fights. He didn't like doing it for stupid reasons. He could picture Beatrice enjoying watching him fight. Whether he won or lost, he could see her enjoying it for the thrill. "As for the drink, I'm good. I had one earlier. Now, if you wanna buy one to help me get some commission tonight, your choice. I ain't about to force ya. Everyone else focuses on that shit but they only have so good few drinks here that I even enjoy." He had recommended they buy better liquor, but the owner was being a cheap bastard and wanted all this money from the patrons who came to visit. Howard couldn't help but feel that dirtbag was pocketing a lot of it. Oh well, if Beatrice wanted to have fun with him tonight, he was going to do just that. Have fun with her.

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