Ready for A Slow Dance w/ A Stranger(Kate)

[Adrian]

Adrian hadn't needed to call for the address, not with his resources. After all, his parents owned the leading communications industry in California, if not the entire United States. How hard could it possibly be for the boy to make a call, give a number, and get an address? Stalkerish, definitely, but it would hopefully make for an effective entrance, especially since he was much earlier than just an hour prior to the actual party.

He had taken his prized car out for the night, or rather, one of his prized cars. He and his family had more than a few, of course, this couldn't be unexpected considering the lavishness with which Adrian lived the rest of his life. The brand spanking new Bugatti Veyron, costing him just about two million by itself, pulled up into the nearest parking space, engine cooling down from a dull roar to an exotic purr. The beautiful French supersports car died down, finally, and the left scissor door opened as Adrian, clad in his more casual outfit of a blue silk shirt, open over a tight black tanktop, and a pair of trendy True Religion jeans and black Armani slip-on dress shoes.

In his hand he held a small bouquet of mixed flowers, comprised mainly of carnations, lilies and roses, with some other types dotted here and there. He went up to the main desk and asked if he could be let into the Penthouse suite. The rather pompous man at the front showed a bit of hesitancy, at least staying true to his job's detail of not letting people he knew in, but after a few Benjamins found their way into his vest pocket, he was much more lenient on not only letting the boy up, but telling him the exact directions.

As such, Kate may be surprised to suddenly hear a knocking at her front door.

[Kate]

It was decently early in the afternoon because Kate had just gotten out of bed a scant hour before. Granted, it was a Friday but the blonde had gone drinking the night before and had skipped school. She managed to get breakfast down, along with some headache meds. Why? A tiny little bit of a hangover. Just a tad.

Kate was in the process of getting dressed after a long, hot shower when the knock happened on her door. She was still in her PJs when she saw one of her bodyguards stomp to the door. The pale woman made her way to the end of the hall so she could see who the hell was knocking at her door at this time of the day.

The bodyguard at the door? His name was Croaker, and he wasn't a pretty looking guy. He was thick with muscle, and about six and a half feet tall. Unsmiling eyes, and a scowl on his thick lips. Hair shaved almost to his skull, and well... he looked like an angry guy. Funny thing? He really wasn't.

Who was behind door number one? Adrian of course... how the hell did he know where she lived? Kate hadn't told him that yet. She was in a pair of silk pajama shorts, deep purple with a matching tank top. Her hair was wet, and pinned behind her head. She wasn't dressed for company in the least bit.

"Let him in Croaker. He's early, but he's suppose to be here."

He even had flowers. How... cute.

[Adrian]

The door opened to reveal a massive, brick wall of a man, looking down at Adrian like he was ready to bite his head off and have it for a midday snack. Adrian had heard the girl, muffled through the door as it was, refer to him as 'Croaker', and so, as he opened the door, Adrian, once he was sure that Kate had seen the bouquet, held it out to he bodyguard.

"Hey there, big guy. Got these for you. I know it's a little, y'know, gay, I guess, but I really thought I'd show you that I appreciate what you do for a living. It's a tough job, and sometimes you feel like nothing more than a piece of meat, but you already know you're working for the best cause in all the city." While the words themselves might have sounded like an insult, the look on the boy's face and the way he said the words made them seem completely sincere, and they were. Adrian had respect for anyone who worked hard at what they did, a little old-school trait he inherited from his great-grandfather, and had seen his own family treat bodyguards like crap in the past.

Adrian put the flowers in Croaker's hand and looked around his massive body to see Kate on the other side, and he smirked and waved. He walked around the large bodyguard, gingerly in case the man decided he didn't appreciate the gift, or didn't want the boy moving any closer to the girl. He appraised her as he walked up, his eyes moving up and down her body as he shook his head disapprovingly.

"Waking up at a decent hour prove to just be too hard for you this morning, Kate?" He said, coming to a stop in front of her and resting one hand on his hip, smiling at her.

[Kate]

Wait the flowers were for Croaker? Funny shit that. The blonde smirked up at Adrian, one hand on her hip. One eyebrow cocked and she moved forward, to plant a kiss on his cheek. Ever so light and gentle.

"I went out late last night darling. Didn't feel like going to school. And you're really early."

She turned on her heel and stalked off toward the kitchen. Her hair was still drying, so she had time before she needed to finish getting ready. The girl walked through a spacious living room filled with elegant white furniture to the silver kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?"

She pulled down two glasses and opened the fridge. Grabbing the orange juice and pouring two. Even if he said he wanted something else, oh damn well. OJ was what he was getting.

"I'm jealous you got Croaker flowers and not me. My favorite are white roses, for future reference."

Those emerald eyes were twinkling at him, getting ready for the game they would be playing this day. And tonight? He was her slave. Oh the possibilities.

[Adrian]

Adrian smiled as she kissed his cheek, tilting his head somewhat to do the same to hers as she did so. He smirked at her, however, as she explained why she was only just now awakening, and just shook his head once more.

"And on a school night... tsk tsk," he would say in between her explanation and offer of a drink, his eyes telling her how amused he was at the thought. As she offered him a drink, he started to reply, but found it useless, as she was already pouring him a glass of OJ.

"Ah, breakfast of champions," Adrian would remark, lifting an eyebrow at the girl as he took a drink. Oh yes, he was still not done making fun of her for just waking up. "I could use the vitamin C, I'm sure." And there was the health nut in Adrian acting up again.

When she spoke again, he couldn't help but shrug. "Oh, but white roses are so expensive, Kate..." he said playfully, winking at her. He couldn't help himself around her, she was so damn fun and easy to flirt and tease with.

Adrian took another sip of the citrus-ey beverage before him, his eyes never leaving the beautiful figure standing next to him. "So... what exactly do we have on the agenda for the night? Do I have to call you 'master'? Or will I wear a collar? I mean, I can't honestly say I haven't been in this position before," he started, making mention to his 'servitude' to Mathew that Kate, for all he knew, had no idea of, "but I don't know the specifics you'd like to cater to." He grinned at her, his teeth shining a little thanks to their extremely well-kept state. Something told him that, even though he lost the bet, would still end up being quite the entertaining evening.

[Kate]

Kate smiled at him, full lips twisting into a grin. At least until he talked about the collar. Alright, Kate couldn't help that; a shudder tore through her entire figure and suddenly she was back in a memory that she wanted to die. The collar slapping around her neck, so tight and constricting.

The glass of OJ fell, striking the floor and breaking. Her startled emerald eyes flew wide as she broke out of it. She stepped away from the broken glass so her bare feet wouldn't get cut. The girl sighed out loud, and called over the other bodyguard. They called him Swan, and he quickly began to clean up. That was in their job description too... when the maid wasn't around. The deal for Kate cooking for them.

"Don't worry darling, I won't do anything worse than spanking you."

A joke, with a weak voice. Her hands began to creep up, but Kate stopped it. For a moment she felt... weak. Didn't happen often, until she remembered that moment. Instead she forced a grin on her full lips, stepping further away.

[Adrian]

The girl shuddered suddenly, and her hand spasmed as the glass of orange juice dropped. Adrian made a lunge for her, ready to help her in case she fell. She didn't, however, much to his relief. The glass, however, was another matter. As soon as it hit, before Kate could even call out for help cleaning it, Adrian was already on his knees, gathering glass delicately together into a pile. He was only half finished by the time Swan came over, and wordless went to cleaning as well. Adrian, seeing this, slowly got up, making sure the bodyguard had a handle on the situation.

Adrian spotted a towel nearby and reached out, helping himself to it as he mopped the orange juice off his hands. His jeans had some on each knee, but that was inconsequential. He'd just buy new ones. She made a joke, but Adrian could tell her heart wasn't in it. He walked over to her, eyes full of concern, and his hand went to her elbow, holding the back of her arm lightly, as if she had gone from that bad-ass chick who had beaten him unconscious to something much more breakable in an instant.

"Kate... are you all right?" Adrian asked, his eyes looking into hers for a sign. He knew it was something he had said, but he didn't know what. What's more, he didn't know whether it was business to pry or not. He bit his lip nervously, worried for her well-being.

[Kate]

He walked over to where she was and touched her lightly on the arm. Alright, maybe being a little open would be best... so it wouldn't happen again. One hand lifted to her throat, and she looked away from him.

"I was raped... and when I was raped... he slapped a collar around my neck. Only he had the key, and it was tight. I couldn't get it off..."

A deep swallow of breath, and she calmed down. The old Kate began to return, with a quick twist of the lips. Ignoring that the entire dropping the glass thing had even happened. She grabbed his hand in a coy smile and began to walk down another hall.

"You're suppose to help me pick out a bathing suit..."

She was pulling him toward her bedroom of course, which was green and silver. Giant bed, nice furnishings and all... but everything was green or silver or white.

"I got you some pairs of swim trunks... I was going to make you wear a speedo or make you go naked... but I do realize you're my main accessory tonight. So you better damn well look good too."

[Adrian]

Since Kate looked away as she explained, she wouldn't see the venomously dark look cross over Adrian's eyes. As far as he was concerned, Kate was, for all intents and purposes, perfect, and to anything like that to a girl like her was to ruin perfection. Adrian, as much of a dick as he can be to, well, nearly everyone, could not tolerate that sort of behavior towards any woman in general, particularly not towards one as amazing as Kate seemed to be.

While she wouldn't see the malice in his eyes, she would feel the tightened grip on her elbow. However, when she turned back around, it seemed Kate had regained her grip on herself. Adrian shook his head, trying and likely failing to snap out of his angered trance before she could see. Taking his hand the way she did, however, did wonders to alleviate his rage, just the simple touch of her skin upon his calmed him almost immediately. He smiled as she spoke, allowing her to lead him into her room, where everything was either green, silver, or white.

"Ah, silver, my favorite color," he would muse, out loud but more to fill the air with words than anything else. She showed him the bathing suits she had purchased for him, and he looked down at them, nodding in approval. The girl had taste, that's for sure. However, he couldn't help but grin at her comment.

"Kate, sweetheart, you know as well as I do that if I wore a speedo, I'd wear it so well that I'd make all the other guys look bad. You're just trying to be fair to everyone else."

He winked at her, shrugging as if he couldn't help the fact that he was so damn sexy.

"Lord knows how many girls would faint dead if I showed up in the nude..." Adrian trailed off, still smirking, as he eyed the rather impressive bedroom before him.

[Kate]

The trunks were various colors of blue, green, and silver. She pointed at her bed, indicating that he should take a seat. He'd find it soft and supporting, just the way Kate liked her beds. From there she opened her large closet. And the closet was huge. Walk in, dance around with your arms spread and never hit a thing. Like a mini-bedroom size. Kate loved it.

She walked to a spot and pulled out SEVERAL swim suits out. All versions that would match the various trunks she had bought for Adrian. Kate walked back to the door and closed the doors with a coy little smile.

"No peeking darling."

With that the doors would shut and Kate would change into the first one. Light blue regular bikini lined with silver. Just a simple little bathing suit. She'd step out of the "closet" and grin at him, before twirling and showing off her newest tattoo. The Reaper mark right in the middle. Kate didn't know that he would know what it was.

"First one."

Before he could respond, she walked back into the dressing room and changed again (with the doors closed). This would happen several times. The second was lime green halter top shaped bikini. The Third was an aqua one piece that was backless. The fourth though? Since he had stated he liked silver...

"How about this one?"

She stepped out. The top was a halter as well, with deep cleavage. Basically two strips of fabric that ran down from her neck over her chest, and to her upper stomach. There they attached to a large silver ring, which attached two more rings to attached to the bottom, which was a normal bikini bottom, just in the same silver. She grinned at him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

[Adrian]

Adrian went to the bed as he was instructed, to be a good little slave, and waited patiently for the girl to try on her various swimsuits for him to peruse. She came out with the first one, a simple affair, but on a body like hers, anything as skin-tight as a bathing suit was going to look magnificent. She twirled for him, showing off all sides of the suit, and a new tattoo, that Adrian could tell had been fairly recently inked. It was a symbol he recognized.

He wore it on his gloves. It was the Reaper's symbol.

Holy fucking SHIT! Kate's... no, it must be coincidence.

He knew it couldn't be, the symbol was by no means a common one. Either way, as dumbfounded as he was by her tattoo, there were two things he missed: One, most of the fashion show, and two, the initials "RoB" carved into her back. He finally snapped out of it in time to really appreciate the girl as she came back out in an aqua one-piece, which was the first time Adrian had seen a one-piece bathing suit look so damn sexy.

She went back in, and came out once more, clearly saving the best for last. Adrian's jaw literally dropped as she walked out, his eyes widening. The suit was quite the skimpy one, but the way it showed off her curves and her vivacious attitude was nothing short of amazing.

"... I did say I liked silver," he said with a grin, still looking a little goofy at seeing her dressed in so little. Was he picking this one? It was hard to deny it. I mean... dressed as she was, and looking like she did, they were sure to be brightest stars at the party. And so, Adrian had made his decision.

"I liked that blue one," Adrian said, referring to the first swimsuit she had shown off to him. Once again, the boy had to be difficult. He grinned mercilessly, and held up a pair of half-silver, half-blue trunks. "I was gonna wear these, and that one matched the best."

Oh yes, he had known exactly why she saved that particular suit for last, and yet he had chosen a different one.

"However, that silver one's really nice too. Maybe we could use it later on in the night...?"

Adrian winked at her, grinning slyly. If Adrian had figured out Kate as well as he thought he did, he was sure that would push her buttons in some way.

[Kate]

Both her eyebrows rose and she put her hands on her hips. She took several steps forward to where he was. Her hands left her hips and settled on his shoulders. Since he was sitting, she leaned down and put her emerald eyes very close to his blue ones.

"I said you could help me pick, not that you could pick it. You're mine Adrian... at least for one night. If you want to see me in it later, you have to see me in it at the beginning of the night. I'm not changing just for you."

Yeah, she was teasing him right back, those emerald eyes sparkling. She moved, and pretty much deposited herself in his lap in one simple movement. Her arms went around his neck and her lips kissed his jaw line again..

"Your first order today Adrian... is to pay attention only to me this entire night. If I see you straying to other girls... I'll make this night the worst one you've ever had. I'm a rather jealous girl."

The blonde moved and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, legs curling up so her knees were by his shoulder.

[Adrian]

"Well aren't we pushy?" Adrian said with a smirk, as she put her arms around him.

She climbed into his lip, feathering him with kisses, and so he wrapped his arms around the scantily clad girl. She explained to him his duties, and he looked at her like she was insane. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened somewhat, as if he wanted to protest.

"What?! Are you kidding me Kate? That's... that's so..."

He just looked at her, completely dumbfounded, before grinning and shaking his head, planting a kiss on her lips and holding it for a moment before pulling away.

"That's so what I'd been planning on doing this whole time, dear. Please, you're making this slave thing waaaay too easy." Could the boy help but taunt her? Probably not, probably not. Oh well, it would only serve to make his night all the more interesting. If he would survive it, that is.

[Kate]

He was shocked? Really??? Wait.. no. She scowled at him, even as he planted a kiss on her lips. Saying she was making this easy. Well, that was the first rule, and an important one at that. Those full lips twisted, something wicked was brewing in her mind.

"If you want it rough darling, all you had to do was ask."

Kate leaned in, and bit roughly into his neck. Just for a moment, not even enough to leave a mark. But just a sharp moment of possible pain before she pulled back.

"You're not allowed to touch me, kiss me, or anything of the sort without asking first. And I may just make you beg on your knees in front of the entire crowd of people Mister Hanlon."

Adrian Hanlon on his knees, begging for a kiss? Such a wonderful thought, it made her want to purr. One eyebrow lifted and she stepped backward. Off his lap and away from him.

"No matter what I do with you, or to you... you have to ask first to react Adrian."

[Adrian]

Adrian shuddered a bit, in a mixture of surprise, pain, and more than a little bit of pleasure as Kate bit into his neck suddenly. He would smile in an almost otherwordly fashion, as the sensation of someone biting his neck, or anywhere on his body, was a very new and definitely quite pleasant sensation to him. As the girl exited his lap, however, and began to lay down the newest rules, Adrian began to realize he may have bitten off more than he could chew with his prior taunting.

This time his jaw did drop, in real surprise this time. He tilted his head somewhat, as if he were trying to look at her from a different perspective in order to understand her new rule. What he saw instead, however, was that this girl, even jumped straight out of bed to the shower to here as she was, without makeup or extensive work on her hair, still looked amazing. She had this sort of regal quality that transcended all those ephemeral details, and Adrian couldn't help but not take his eyes off her.

Snapping back to the reality at hand, however, caused him to flare up in righteous discontent.

"You can't be serious, Kate. Me? Beg? I would never-" Adrian stopped, and hung his head. He was a man of his word. He had lost the fight, he had taunted her after, and now he would pay the price.

"Yes, ma'am. Requesting permission from my glorious lady to stand up and punch you."