Talk Dirty To Me....

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina grinned as her hips swayed in time to music no one else could hear. She was walking in the red high heels that made her legs seem to go on forever and the short black skirt that hugged her hips left little to imagination. She was also surprisingly steady on her feet considering how much tequila she’d just downed. Selina had always had a high tolerance for alcohol, but even she was feeling the effects of the liquid fire tonight. She laughed as she stumbled a bit… so maybe not too steady.

    The dark tights she wore under her miniskirt didn’t do much to keep the heat in and the bitterly cold wind was cutting into her skin, but she couldn’t force herself to care much. Tonight was for fun… Selina paused as she heard a phone that wasn’t hers ringing. Selina looked around her in slight confusion as there wasn’t anyone else out here with her. She’d left the party to get some fresh air and to avoid one guy who’d gotten way more obnoxious than he was worth… so had someone followed her or…?

    An LCD screen caught her attention as it lit up the night from a nearby bench. Selina looked around once more and didn’t see anyone around to claim it. Interesting. Some poor soul would likely be very upset about this. She walked over and grabbed the phone before she could fully comprehend her own actions. There was a picture of a handsome man next to the number on the screen and the name Boss as an ID. Oh, someone would be very upset indeed. She smirked as the phone was clearly expensive and of fine make. Well well, they could most likely afford a new one. Selina grinned as she suddenly swiped the phone in order to answer the call, the alcohol making her even bolder than normal.

    “Hey there, Handsome,” she started, her voice low and provocative, the words surprisingly unslurred. Selina smirked as she continued, “I can make all your fantasies real,” she offered, dark sensuality lining every word. “I can just imagine slowly undressing you, savoring every inch of your bare skin as I devour you… I’ll let you wrestle me, slam me up against a wall and take me… Or I can fuck you and leave you breathless while begging for release, I’m flexible. All I want is you. Right here, right now,” the sheer carnality in her heated words reminiscent of sin incarnate.

    Frankly, she expected to hear a dial tone… and she had no idea why she had just done that, but now that she’d started, she figured she would at least see what happened.

Argos Wren

[Argos Wren]

The soft, sweet scent of unfurling citrus fruits slowly seeped through the apartment, perfuming the room with a calming, comforting aroma. The CEO hovered over the source, an art deco teapot, his senses highly attuned now to the perfect brewing time frame. It had become not simply something he used during the daylight hours to settle himself, but was an important part of his nightly routine; It was necessary in order to help achieve a well rested night's sleep.
As the drink seeped warm notes into the air, Argos skimmed casually the schedule for the following day on his phone; He paused however, spotting what he hoped was an inaccurate entry. He appeared to have a double booked appointment, when he was supposed to be meeting an investor for lunch, he seemingly was also meant to be present during a results meeting from a number of recent tests performed by one of his research teams. He frowned a little, tapping his finger against the phone's screen before hurriedly flicking onto his contacts.

His PA was going to be required to sort this promptly.

He pressed the call button, slowly slipping his other hand into his suit jacket pocket as he half heartedly took a few steps to the large window which ran the length of nearly his entire apartment, looking out over Kalispell from a lofty perspective. The town appeared quiet, but the bright lights visible from the club district spoke otherwise; It was alive, this growing town. Alive and bleeding from the wounds inflicted by AMA and others who shared the group's views. Still, this was not the time to muse on such weighted matters.
Argos's eyes narrowed and he tilted his head slightly as the call continued to ring; This was unusual... He was normally so prom-Then came the click of the call being answered. Argos opened his mouth to speak, but before so much as one word escaped his lips, he was brought to a sudden silence.
The CEO listened as the voice of a young woman answered the phone, his gaze widened as he found himself momentarily knocked off kilter; Sultry, heated words dripped from the speaker, spoken with such conviction that Argos pulled the phone from his ear, narrowing his eyes to check that he had indeed called his PA. The human voice was something his heightened senses analysed with little effort, but even then he was unsure if this female was drunk, if she was playing some sort of joke... The only way to be certain was to keep her talking.

He slowly brought the phone back to his ear, the soft breathing on the other end informing him that she was very much still on the other end of the line. "... Well. Something tells me you're not my PA," He replied softly, his voice almost playful, although he was waiting for her to speak in order to analyse her voice. "And that was quite the little speech. Didn't your parents tell you not to talk to strangers?" He left a short pause. "To whom may I be addressing?"

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina listened as someone actually responded. Holy shit, she hadn’t expected him to answer her. She grinned widely, both in amusement and in partial embarrassment. Oh god, what had she gotten herself into? But… he didn’t seem too greatly offended… his tone was even playful, “No? I can be anyone you want me to be,” she offered in return, her voice laden with insinuation. The hell was she doing? Why was she continuing this? Because it was fucking fun… and she needed a distraction after that one bastard had left a bad taste in her mouth. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever meet this guy face to face… Although, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing would it? He was attractive, and apparently he had at least some sense of humor.

    Selina smirked slightly at his mention of her parents and let out a small huff of laughter, “You’ve clearly never met my mother,” she offered wryly. Katerina had raised anything but a sheltered child, and quite purposefully so. The woman hadn’t exactly encouraged Selina to meet/talk to strange men, but she hadn’t discouraged it either. Katerina had let Selina live as she willed, whether that was more positive or negative than other forms of upbringing, Selina couldn’t tell. She merely knew that her mother loved her and would do anything for her if Selina needed it, and as far as Selina was concerned, that was more than enough.

    Selina then paused as he asked for her name, but decided it couldn’t do much harm, “Most call me Selina,” she replied simply as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder in a habitual movement. “But you can address me as you will,” she added with a playful edge to her tone. Part of her was very glad he couldn’t see her right now, as she knew she was being ridiculous, but another part of her didn’t care. Life was there for the taking, even when it came with a price. From her current perspective, this little conversation would cost her nothing more than a few minutes of her time, while giving her a temporary break from the oh-so-serious affairs of work and avoiding obnoxious shitheads like the one at the party. A good trade, all-in-all. Besides if anything should happen that Selina didn’t like, all she had to do was hang up and walk away. She could also throw the phone in a lake or something if she was feeling dramatic. No harm done.

    From what she could tell though, he was well-spoken, polite, and if he was truly the boss of the individual who could afford such a phone, then he was probably well off. Selina wondered if she should be a “good samaritan” and offer to return the phone… or make him come get it. Selina decided she’d figure that out once she got a better feel for the man on the other end of the conversation.