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Estelle Cain "Stella" ☆ | Name | Age | Sexuality | Gender | | Estelle A. Cain | 22 | wlw | afab | ☆ | Love Language | Birthdate | Aroma | Voice | | Physical touch | March 16th(pisces) | Vanilla, jasmine, winterberry. Very sweet | Soft and gentle, has a French accent | ☆ Appearance Estelle is a fairly small woman, standing at 5'2. They say the closer to the ground you are, the closer to the devil you are. And for Estelle, this proves to be true. Despite her small stature, she's a nicely built woman. Her body is somewhat toned, particularly in the legs. Her leg muscles almost seem a little amusing for a woman of her size. Her figure is nicely shaped, small waist softly curving into hips not too wide but not too narrow for her frame. She has long legs, nearly perfectly proportioned. Her shoulders are small and narrow, as is her ribcage. Her body is pretty, perfectly allowing her to be a temptress and an object of desire. Estelle's bust and hips are fuller, giving her thicker thighs. She's pretty, but she's poison for the mind. Her skin is gently tanned, pale in spots like her upper thighs and her chest. In accordance to her name, she has a splash of light freckles over her cheeks and nose like a starry constellation. Little moles and the occasional freckle dot her body. Not quite noticeable from a distance, but rather up close. If traced in a specific pattern, they form the Canis Major constellation almost perfectly. Her eyes, her most striking feature, are like ripples of water in the sunlight. A beautiful baby blue mixed with darker shades, creating the effect of rippling water or the sky in the morning. The left half of her left eye is a beautiful honey brown, a more golden color. When the sun hits just right, it truly does look like sunlight and water blended together. Although it's a pretty combination, she's always got a cold, nasty look in her eyes. It steers people away, even if she herself does look very inviting. Her eyes are big and doe-like, framed by thick black lashes. She likes to wear mascara and eyeliner to enhance them. Her face is oval shaped, with full and slightly high set cheeks. Her nose is slender and oddly enough, upturned at the end. Not so much that it looks ridiculous, but it gives a unique appearance. She has full lips with a defined cupid's bow. Her brows are slightly arched and well groomed. Estelle's hair is also another rather pretty feature of hers. Long and wavy, falling to halfway down her back. The color is debatable. Most of the times, it appears black. But in the sun or certain light, there's visible streaks and shades of dark and light brown that say otherwise. Due to her lengthy routine, her hair is always soft and silky and well maintained. Something that really tends to attract or repel people is her teeth. A double set of canines, sharp as can be. 4 in total, two on the top and two on the bottom. She looks like a vampire, really, and some people genuinely believe she is. Estelle loves this feature, and they're by far her favorite. Her lovers are often covered in prominent hickeys and bite marks due to the visible marks of these 'fangs.' Piercing wise, she has quite a bit. The majority of her ears, and her navel. She wears only gold jewelry. As for tattoos, she loves them. Just below her navel is a deer skull, with antlers that stretch across her stomach and stop at her hips, the tips of the antlers reaching both sides. It has barbed wire and flowers wrapped around the antlers. The same exact tattoo is mirrored on her lower back. Around her left wrist is barbed wire, wrapping around. Numerous little hand and finger tattoos, including a crescent moon on her middle finger, and the words 'trust no one' across her left hand on the stretch of skin from her wrist to her pinky. An inner thigh tattoo, a few on her legs and one on the side of her foot. Her favorite one, though? Delicate florals spiraling under her chin, barely touching the underneath of her jaw. It's not visible until she lifts her head up.. or someone is looking from a very certain angle. One thing about Estelle is that you will never catch her without acrylic nails. Styles and color varies, but she likes dark red stilletos or coffin shaped. Personality Estelle is an interesting woman. On one hand, she's passive aggressive, sharp tongued, competitive and snappy. On the other, she's sweet, charming, romantic and loving. She isn't a mean person, but she is rather sassy, witty and always has some sort of comeback. She's all bark and no bite(despite the fact she looks like she'll actually bite you.) She refuses to let anyone see her 'weak side' which in reality is just her soft and delicate side. Estelle is disgustingly obsessive and possessive. What's hers is HERS. And whatever she wants, she'll stop at nothing to get. Whether it be a person.. or something else. She's also very jealous, tending to demand the most vulgar attention from her partner when she sees someone eyeing them up. Estelle clings onto the people and things she loves like a dog to a hare. She fights with tooth and claw to keep ahold of them, refusing to let go no matter the circumstance. Due to this, she's always had a big problem with relationships. No matter how toxic or horrible, she stays because she's afraid to imagine a life without them, or just because she doesn't want to be alone again. She's never had a good history with relationships. For this reason she tends to be rather shy about actual relationships. Flings, casual hookups or simple flirts she doesn't care much about. Well, that's kind of a lie. She gets attached easily. Way too easily. Estelle is a very seductive and flirty woman, whispering sultry things or making her intentions very clear. She gets a kick out of it. Especially when it comes to people she doesn't like. Her honeyed words and her sultry accent paired with her beauty makes it incredibly easy for her to rope people in. Despite her flirty and tempting nature, she is a romantic at heart. Always longing for those long walks on the beach or cliff side picnics, but every experience falls short. She absolutely loves physical affection and and can usually be found snuggling up to someone, or just holding onto them in some way. Again, due to her fear of being alone, she grabs onto people and refuses to let go. She can be prickly and snarly but in reality she's very sweet and calm. It takes a lot to get her truly riled up, and she never really loses her temper. She's level headed. Estelle has no problem being mean and snappy but she often feels guilty afterwards(unless they deserved it.) She enjoys giving meaningful gifts or words of affirmation to people, especially someone who is being mean to her. Just to throw them off a little. But sometimes, she is horribly mean to keep people away. Estelle is anxious and full of worry. She's always restless and can never relax. The only time she can truly relax is when she's at peace lying in her lover's arms. But does she have a lover? No, so she's always anxious and worried about something or other. As stated, Estelle is not a mean woman and isn't easy to rile up. But if she does get to that point, she'll bite and bite and bite until she can't anymore. She's little but she won't mind getting physical. She won't mind a full on screaming match out in public. It only takes so much provoking before she finally does snap and lose all sense of self momentarily. Backstory Born from a small countryside village in France, Estelle hasn't always had the best life. She certainly wasn't rich but she didn't necessarily live in poverty, either. Her family farmed as well as raised animals such as cattle, sheep, and horses. Life wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. She doesn't like to talk about her childhood and what made her the way she is today. Estelle has pulled herself out of the trenches time and time again. She moved out of the country at the ripe age of 18, set out all on her own and left to discover herself and what life has in store for her. Theme songs Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier Cinnamon Girl- Lana Del Rey Pretty When You Cry- Lana Del Rey |
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She has a voice like silky smoke and fine wine V I O N A~L A N E “Don’t you go acting like a saint darlin’… not when you know I make you want to sin.” ⇒Nickname(s)⇐ V ⇒Gender⇐ Feminine ⇒Age⇐ 24 ⇒Sexual Orientation⇐ Bisexual ~ “Sweetie, don’t pitch a fit, it’s not a good look for you.” ~ ⇒Appearance⇐ Tall. Viona is tall. She stands at 6’0” and every inch of her is accentuated with seductive curves and a slender physique she loves to use to her advantage. Her body is shaped like an hourglass, evenly balanced with the gift of a slim waist. Her hips and bust are on the fuller side, though her curviness is more delicate than anything, allowing her to cut a rather elegant figure. Viona is athletic, lean with firm muscles that may not appear too prominent but are there nonetheless. Long legs with well-fleshed thighs finish off her body, giving her a form that many women would envy and many men desire. Viona’s skin is on the lighter side. It is a smooth, creamy ivory with warm undertones that give her a healthy glow. She has some very light freckles across her nose that are only visible during the summertime, which she hates. Her face is diamond-shaped, giving her pronounced cheekbones and a slim chin. Her features are overall prominent as her face shape calls for. Viona has eyes that are sharp, catlike, and unforgiving, all while being a brilliant shade of emerald green. Above sits a set of eyebrows that are perfectly waxed into a soft arch and point, while below sits a straight, Greek-style nose that is straight and chiseled as well as a pair of full lips with a prominent cupid's bow. Viona’s hair is a bright, flaming red, and falls to the base of her shoulder blades in a layered cut. It is wavy in texture, with some occasional curls that are most prominent at the end. Usually, she has it styled in a loose curly fashion, as a curling iron is her best friend. Her ears and nose are pierced, but typically she wears a single diamond stud in her nose, disregarding earrings. As for tattoos, she has one, which is a peacock that takes up most of her back's left-side. Its head curls to the side towards her right shoulder and its tail fans from about mid-back and trails off on her buttock. Her makeup is more plain, and it usually consists of red lipstick in a darker shade and a very basic facial routine. In terms of clothing, Viona prefers things that hug her curves and has a soft spot for hoodies, but can typically be found in shorts that show off her legs, and don’t even get her started on her obsession with all things heeled. ⇒Personality⇐ Witty and sarcastic, Viona knows her worth and is not afraid to make that fact known. She’s the textbook definition of a spitfire and many find it hard to get along with her strong will. She’s stubborn and fiercely so, with an ego and confidence to match. She’s a wildfire in a drought and burns hotter than one too when it comes to her temper. She may not be trigger-happy when it comes to getting angry, but she is certainly not someone to be around when mad. Viona can become truly venomous when she’s crossed and certainly bites when cornered. It is wise to remain on her good side. That being said, Viona isn’t a naturally aggressive person. She is not necessarily someone who goes out of her way to be kind, but she is not cruel. She may be a tad prickly, but she is known to be the picture of charm and charisma. A high-society socialite, she is just as comfortable at charity balls as she is in cafes. Viona is rather ambiverted, someone who needs time to recharge and enjoys her quiet time, yet enjoys being the life of the party. Her ease in all social situations is a part of her natural grace, with her eloquent words and the intoxicating way she seems to talk with her honeysuckle southern drawl. But Viona may seem angelic, with the pretty face and bright eyes, but every inch of her was carved by the devil. She’s a seductress, with the deep crimson lipstick and smoldering eyes that peer out from beneath thick lashes. Sinfully exhilarating, Viona knows how to flirt her way to the finish and is one of the most enthralling women one could ever meet. She’s a heartbreaker by all means and is known for leaving a trail of men behind her. The queen of flings and one-night stands, Viona Lane may not be your next girlfriend, but she will certainly be the subject of your dreams. “If y’all so much as look at me wrong I’ll blow your pretty little brains out.” ⇒History⇐ Viona grew up with her brother, Victor, as two of the many heirs to their grandfather’s alcohol empire. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, the Lane family has long dominated the social circles of the area, and Viona is most certainly of their legacy. She is an aristocrat in every sense of the word, and is the queen bee that has Savannah eating out of her palm. She grew up at only the most elite of private schools, and graduated top of her class. She has since then acquired a business degree in marketing, with a minor in finance. Her biggest goal is to one day take over her grandfather’s business, but as much as the old man loves her, he is stubborn and refuses to step down. ⇒Family⇐ Tucker Truman Lane (Father, 47) Lilianna Lane (Mother, 47) Victor Lorenzo Lane (Brother, 23) ⇒Theme Songs⇐ Livin’ La Vida Loca- Ricky Martin Spicy Margarita- Jason Derulo I See Red- Everybody Loves An Outlaw | |
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Viona Lane. She was the effortlessly beautiful daughter of Tucker and Lilliana Lane, and Lord did she know it. There was a swagger in her step and purpose in the way she threw her crimson curls over her slender shoulders. Then, as if on cue, she dropped the lanyard of keys she had been swinging in a steady ellipsis, and she bent over in shorts that barely covered a damn thing, giving the audience behind her quite the view of her long elegant legs and the backs of her soft, succulent thighs. The crowd roared behind her, eyes filled with hubris as they drank in the free show. Catcalls filled with obscenities danced on the warm summer breeze, and when she straightened, she flashed her audience a million-dollar smile. Her straight, white teeth gleamed in the light that bathed her skin, and the scene was something straight out of a magazine that you would find tucked beneath the bed of a teenage boy. However, this was no photoshoot. No, it was a perfectly calculated strike, and she had caught her prey hook, line, and sinker. A businesswoman at heart, Viona knew how important it was to build a reputation and create a base of support, and she was rather good at it, if she did say so herself. After all, if she wasn’t, why would she be showered in so much praise by her devoted fans, or called after with such wanton? She took pride in her ability to control a crowd, and it fueled what was already a dangerously large, albeit impresive, ego. She had them eating out of the palm of her well-manicured hand, and she knew she was going to be walking away with a large wad of cash at the end of the night. After all, when it came to the street racing circuit, all attention was good attention. But why was Viona Lane, the prized princess of Savannah, Georgia, committing a felony on a Saturday night? The answer was simple: She was bored. Viona wasn't really in it for the money. Sure, she relished walking out with the most bets, and flaunting the rolls of cash to those who had lost against her, but that was because she liked the attention. She liked the thrill of a hard-won victory. She liked antagonizing her competitors, especially the men. Men didn't like when women wiggled their way into their world, and Viona was all for being a thorn in the side of toxic masculinity. She liked the attention and adrenaline. She relished the feeling of slamming the gas pedal to the floor and taking a blind corner with no clue of what lay on the other side. Engines began to rumble ahead, telling the fiery redhead that it was time to return to her vehicle of choice. It was a 1968 Plymouth Barracuda, with a rich, candy-apple red paint that matched the lipstick she always wore. It was as menacing as it was beautiful, with a massive blower that sat atop the hood, glaring down anyone who approached. The beast was pushing almost two thousand horsepower, and the car was practically gutted of anything unnecessary to maximize the torque to power ration. Viona had poured her all into creating what she considered to be a work of art. “How are y'all doing tonight?!” She called, dawdling as she went to shake a few hands, “Fuckin’ fantastic, I hope!” They called her the She-Devil, and She was known for explosive temper and dangerous stunts while in the heat of a race. Of course, the crowd cried out in an overwhelming positive response. “Is everyone ready to see some fine racing?! Placing your bets?” She grinned and made a show of retying the front of her plaid, cropped shirt, making it extra tight so as to show off her cleavage. Viona always went for the sexy cowgirl look, and it worked every time. She tipped her tan cowboy hat at her audience, and gave them a little spin in her boots. “Placing plenty of those bets on me, I hope! Just look at y'all! Bless your hearts…” Now, it would be one thing if all Viona brought to the table was her impressive figure and sizeable bust, but such was not the case. She was rather skilled behind the wheel, and she had no qualms taking risks and risking her life for victory. She lived her life on the edge, and that was just the way she liked it. During the week, she was the perfect daughter and heiress for the family business. She was intelligent, crafty, and a master at customer service. But when Friday night came around? Viona was a different creature. She drank and danced her night away, and spend her weekend making an array of poor life choices. She slept with any attractive person who walked, and spent her money recklessly. Her racing was even more audacious. When she won, she would just party some more. When she lost, she would just party harder to forget her shortcomings. It was quite the exhausting cycle, and it was miraculous that she managed to arrive, dressed in designer and with a full face of makeup, for her Monday shift, and it was even more incredible that she walked through those doors looking well rested and ready to work. Needless to say, Viona was as impressive as she was terrifying. “Now show your favorite She-Devil some love!” |
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Roaming hands and liquor were never a good combination. In the corner of a dimly lit dive bar, sat on a ripped up old leather couch was a pair of women. Faces partly illuminated by a flickering neon yellow sign above the bar, bodies so close they looked like they had melted into one another. A smaller, much gentler woman was settled in the lap of a taller, scarier woman. They were all soft giggles and unable to keep their hands away from one another. The smaller girl leaned in, sweetened breath warm on the cheeks of the taller girl. The couch made a small creak, unhappy with the sudden movement. "How'd you like to get out of here?" Her voice was as soft and sweet as her breath was. Curious and warm blue-brown eyes gazed into bright green, and for a moment, there almost seemed to be some sort of genuine connection between the two women. If only. Feeling hips eagerly shift under her, the smaller girl slowly began to pull up and get off of her lap. Until the hands on her hips tightened, fingertips digging into her skin. "No, Estelle. Allow me." It only took a moment for her to be lifted up into the air, cradled in the woman's arms like a little puppy. To an outside perspective it almost seemed like a sketchy situation. The air smelled sickly sweet and felt sticky and hazy. The loud music and the flashing dim lights, mixed in with the smoke drifting from various cigarettes and vapes was almost making her feel sick. Estelle slowly moved her head, burying her nose into the crook of her lover's neck. She smelled like cotton candy and sweat. She only raised her head again when she felt the cool night air on her skin, taking in a deep breath to rid her lungs of that hazy smoke. "Carry me to the car, Jos." Estelle murmured softly, moving to nuzzle her face back into the other woman's skin. She let her eyes flutter shut. For someone so notorious, she had no problem cuddling up into the arms of someone who she deemed to be her 'temporary lover.' It wasn't love, and it wasn't just sex. An odd mix between understanding and someone to warm the bed on those lonely nights. Her car was definitely not hard to spot. A pretty pink '68 mustang, with a white hard top. Estelle felt herself being gently settled into the driver's seat, prompting her to open her eyes. She didn't feel like racing tonight, but she couldn't just back out and look like a loser. Normally she was all upbeat and happy about it but tonight was different. From the passenger seat, Jos stuck the keys into the ignition and turned them. The engine roared to life, causing a few people lingering outside the bar to snap their heads in the direction of the car. Her hands ran along the smooth white leather of the seat before she gave a soft sigh, pulling herself together as she shifted the car into reverse. "Do you think you're gonna win?" Came the raspy voice from the seat next to her. Estelle shrugged, lazily turning her head over her shoulder to check for anything behind her as she backed out of the parking spot. "I don't know. I know that.. one girl is supposed to be there." Estelle groaned softly, a hint of annoyance in her soft tone. Viona. The name she didn't like to speak. Because why wouldn't she be there? She always was. A moment of silence passed between the two women before she felt a warm hand settle itself onto her thigh. Now out onto the main road, Estelle glanced down and then over to Josephine. "She knows what she's doing. And I don't like that." Estelle grumbled, that French accent loosely gracing her words. She shifted in her seat and loosely brought her hips forwards, feeling that warm hand grip a little harder onto her thigh. Her car, while mostly kept all original, had tweaks used to make it more.. powerful. It was no easy task to find a body free of rust or holes, and even harder to find original interior. One hand was kept lazily on the steering wheel while the other drifted down to her thigh, placed atop the hand there. Large in comparison to her own. "You know I'm always your number 1, yeah?" Josephine chuckled softly, rubbing her thumb across the fabric of Estelle's jeans. "Yeah." Estelle responded with a soft smile. She had a headache that was steadily turning into a migraine as the seconds ticked by. And as she slowly pulled into the meeting spot to find the rest of the cars already lined up. Well, most of them. They were all beautiful in their own respective ways. It hadn't taken long at all for her fans to swarm her car, already recognizing the pretty pink color. Her fans were pretty devout and loyal to her which was something she was thankful for. She hadn't even noticed the loss of warmth on her thigh, or the fact that Josephine had made her leave. Despite her now raging migraine and disinterest in racing, she had to put on that upbeat performance for everyone. Maybe she could convince herself she wanted to be doing this. Carefully opening the door, she eagerly jumped out, immediately feeling the various people reaching out for hugs or handshakes or some sort of contact. She was dressed in low-rise jeans with rhinestones on the back pockets, and a cute little tight fitting crop top. "Look at you lot, so excited to see me. Why, I'm flattered." Estelle grinned widely, reaching out to wrap her arms around one of the women who currently had a grip on her hand. She liked the fact she never had to be too showy outside of her car, they loved her regardless. Her circle of fans and diehard groupies grew as they realized her arrival. It was sort of funny, actually. She would've never pictured herself as someone to have groupies or even any sort of fans. One of the reasons they particularly liked her was due to how open about her sexuality she tended to be. It wasn't too often a woman was so proud about being a lesbian, especially in this city. But they praised her for it. Amongst her group of people, in the gaps, she could see the woman she dreaded seeing the most. Just when she thought her mood couldn't get any worse, her heart sunk to the very bottom of her stomach. Great. The last thing she needed right now was some snide remarks or flirty comments. Maybe it'll be different. |
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Viona continued to mingle, even though time was running out for her to return to her vehicle. Did she care? No, not particularly. As long as she was behind the wheel before the flags flew was all that mattered to her, especially when she was receiving this much attention. She would hoot and holler until she was forced to run to her car, for all she cared. If anything, it would be more fun that way, to nearly run out of time, so that as soon as she fell into the driver’s seat she would have to fly into competition. It was a risky move, but since when did Viona care? She lazily wandered in the direction of her car, stopping to talk to anyone who wanted to hear her. She flirted and laughed, soaking up all the attention that was given to her. There was something exhilarating about the persona she played, like it was an untouchable, safe outlet away from the person she always was. Nobody here could see beneath her surface or poke at her heart. She was invincible as the She-Devil, and that was a luxury she was fully intending on taking advantage of. “V!” A familiar, masculine voice summoned her over the crowd, “Hey, V!” Her head snapped in the direction of the man who called out to her, and a genuine smile spread across her face. “Matthias!” Slender arms reached through the throng of people to pull him into her arms. “Mattie, darlin’, how have you been? And why hasn’t your ugly mug darkened my doorstep yet?” She gave the hulking man a squeeze, and reached up to ruffle his mop of sandy-colored hair, thoroughly pleased by his unexpected presence. Usually, she tried to keep her daily life completely separate from the racing scene, but he was the one exception. He had once been a friend of an acquaintance, and was the star offensive lineman at the local university that also happened to be in the nursing program. They had met after her first wreck, early in her racing career, where she was left injured and desperate to avoid hospitalization. After making a few phone calls, the bumbling blonde had raced to her apartment and blushed tomato-red when she flirted with him as he was stitching her up. To date, Matthias Greene was one of the only men she had come across that she hadn’t devoured in an instant. It was an achievement. “I spent the summer studying in Europe, remember?” He shook his head with a laugh, “I got back a few days ago, and I heard the town whispering. Said there was a race happening… and a certain someone would be there with their ass hanging out!” Viona swatted him for that comment, but she was laughing too. He was a good man, and she loved him to pieces. If she wasn’t so against committed relationships, she would have snatched him up already. “My ass looks fantastic in these shorts, Mattie,” She scoffed and gave him a shove, “You’re just jealous that you couldn’t pull them off, with how you’re built like a damn ice cream cone. Would it kill you to have a leg day every once in a while?” Matthias rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I was just going to see you after the race, but I had to tell you that your favorite girl just pulled up in that mustang of hers.” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the mustang in question. Estelle. Her grin only seemed to get wider at the news, and the night seemed to get all the better. “Oh, Matthias, that is just what I needed to hear.” After bidding her friend goodbye and affectionately patting his chest, she strode off in the direction of the one person she considered to be her rival. Estelle was short, but most definitely not lacking. Her freckled face was easy on the eyes, and her curvy figure was most certainly alluring. Viona would never admit it, but she would be rather bored if the smaller woman was to leave the circuit. She was used to sticking it to men, but going toe to toe with a girl whose skill set rivaled hers? Now that was a rare occurrence. “Well, if it isn’t my little star!” Viona called to Estelle with a flourishing wave, “Nice of you to finally join us. I was afraid I’d have to find another loser to place my bets on. You know I like to play devil’s advocate.” Viona bent down so they could be at eye level, something she always did to exaggerate the height difference between them. Green eyes pierced into blue ones, and Viona couldn’t help the mischievous smile that stretched across her scarlet lips. “It’s a shame, really… such a pretty, pink car caught in the dust of mine. I can recommend you to my detailer. He just loves a good mess.” A warm chuckle escaped her as she straightened and threw her hair back over her shoulders, propping a hand on her hip as she did. Wasn’t she just a darling? “I expect to hear you over my radio tonight, my little star.” Viona cooed, her voice low and sultry, as if she was sharing some dirty little secret, not teasing her rival. “It enthralls me when that temper of yours flares… gives me something to look forward to besides this… disgusting sea of testosterone.” She scrunched her nose and glanced around, as if the men she raced against were truly the plague, even though she was sure to be taking one or two home that night. “Tell you what, let’s make our own personal wager. A bet between the only two women in this place.” |
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Estelle's keen blue eyes surveyed the crowd, too short to be able to see past the wall of people to see her mortal enemy. She didn't like racing, actually. It was a love-hate sort of passion but she didn't have too much of a choice. Working a minimum wage as a waitress at a nearby bar, she didn't make enough to support herself. Not comfortably, at least. One would assume she's from money due to her choice of car, but really, it was a gift passed down through a few generations. Even though she spoke to nobody in her family anymore it was something she would cherish until the very end. Her slight moment of dissociation was broken by soft little gasps and the sound of footsteps scattering in all directions. Estelle turned her head to the side, brows furrowing as she saw who was coming towards her. That tall, beautiful figure. That figure she hated so much. There was an immediate scowl on her face and a bitter taste on her tongue. So many foul words were on the tip of her tongue, yet none passed her lips. Couldn't she just get a moment of peace? Apparently not. Her gaze rested on Viona, a pissed off and bitter expression on her face. "You're the last person I wanted to see tonight." Estelle hissed, keeping her tone sharp. A bit funny to hear such a soft and friendly voice sound so mean. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie, either. Viona was the only one who made races interesting. As Viona bent down to her level, she felt her anger bubble up into her chest. One thing she couldn't stand in the slightest was their height difference. In her mind, it made her feel as though she was inferior to Viona. Her hands went to her hips, pretty acrylics digging slightly into her skin. Estelle kept her gaze directly on Viona and tried to maintain her temper. She was a nice girl, really, but not around someone like Viona. That was when she got a bad temper like a child throwing a tantrum over being told no. "Must you really talk to me like that? It gets.. boring. Switch it up a little, yes?" Estelle grumbled, that little French accent becoming slightly more pronounced. Then she finally broke their eye contact and glanced to the side, giving a small huff. The sultry tone of Viona's voice.. her words. Estelle could never help herself once she got flustered. At the mention of a bet, her expression immediately soured again. She didn't have money to throw around like that. "Tell you what, I'll agree to that bet so long as we bet something other than money. What do you want?" Her head tilted, her tone finally something other than pissy. And then an idea came to her head. "Or, you can just leave me the hell alone when I win. That sounds pretty good to me." Estelle let out a soft chuckle with a small shake of her head. As much as she hated to admit it, she did appreciate Viona's presence. It made her feel a whole lot safer when another woman was around and she wasn't totally surrounded by cocky men. Everyone knows how men can get when they lose to women.. especially in a setting such as this. Even racing with a woman gets them all fired up. At the feeling of arms snaking around her waist, fingertips gently caressing her hipbones, she immediately tensed up. Perfect. One of the men, maybe? No. The hands were too soft. Estelle turned her head slightly to the side to be met with the soft green eyes of Josephine. "Mm. There you are. I was just having a little chat with my bestest friend." She rolled her eyes, focusing her full attention on Josephine now that she was back. Estelle fully turned her head, letting her eyes flutter shut as she felt Josephine lean a little forwards and press their lips together. Estelle could still taste the tequila and fruity drinks on her breath. Maybe she didn't love Josephine, but she was still oddly possessive over her. They weren't even dating but Estelle absolutely couldn't stand the mere idea of her being with anyone else in any way. One the warm hands left her hips, she frowned a little. "Calm down. You know where I'm gonna be." Josephine chuckled softly, reaching a hand out to Estelle's cheek and giving a few soft strokes with her thumb. "In my bed, hopefully." Estelle responded with a cheeky little grin, still full aware of Viona's presence. "You little dog." Josephine grumbled now, rolling her eyes as she gently took a step back. And after a moment, she was lost within the crowd of people lingering. Turning back to Viona, that little grin immediately left her lips. She gently cleared her throat and stared up at her, a mixture of emotions in her blue eyes. Some she probably shouldn't be feeling about Viona. "Do you ever wonder what things would be like if you would get that stick out of your ass? You always act like you're better than me. But this doesn't have to be our relationship, you know." Estelle murmured softly, a hint of teasing and desire in her voice. Maybe a suggestion, maybe just mere teasing. Maybe both. She took a small step closer, so close she could nearly feel the warmth of Viona's body mingling with her own. This wasn't exactly something uncommon for the pair. Flirting was typical even if it never really meant anything. Or perhaps it did? "And you certainly don't have to settle for these useless men. I can think of someone who's a considerably better candidate." Her attitude had flipped like a switch. Estelle had been angry just feeling Viona's presence and how she just shamelessly flirted with her. That was also something usual. She tilted her head back a little, gazing directly up into Viona's captivating green eyes. While she knew nothing like that would ever happen between them, it was still fun to tease her about it. |
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Viona’s grin only grew as Estelle’s face twisted into a grimace, her displeasure painted across her pretty features. She loved the way her eyes hardened and her nose wrinkled, as if she was smelling something awful. It was such an ugly expression that Viona couldn’t help but snort. She seemed to light up at her foul temper. It was like she had been offered the most forbidden of rewards, and she was keen on taking advantage of it. Estelle’s irritation was certainly one of her guilty pleasures. Just as she was about to respond to Estelle’s rather venomous agreement to their bet, it seemed the woman’s date had arrived, with green eyes to boot. Viona offered one of her show-stopping, villainous grins, but they were too wrapped up in eachother to notice. Not that she took offense. Instead, she took the time to scroll on her phone, unbothered by the romantic display. It was Estelle’s harsh tone that dragged her back to reality, the woman yapping at her as if she were a little, French chihuahua. Viona reveled in the mental image and she had to stifle a laugh. Not once did her smile fade from her face, yet she did cock a brow at Estelle’s poorly veiled innuendo. Considering her tall, emerald-eyed partner, Viona often wondered if the woman was truly just joking. “Oh darling,” She cooed, tucking a red curl behind her ear, “I can assure you that it is not a stick. That would be rather boring, now wouldn’t it?” Laughing softly at her own joke, she gave her hips a wiggle. The gesture was possibly inviting, possibly not, and she would never give her rival the satisfaction of knowing which was which. It was part of the reason why this little game they played was so fun. “Our relationship is so fun, little star. You snarl and snap at me, nip at my ankles a little bit…” She produced a low, exaggerated growl and clacked her teeth against each other, “and I smile and tell you how cute you are when you’re mad. It’s fantastic.” Viona did not mention how she was just as likely to explode when her buttons were pushed just right, or that Estelle knew how to poke and prod at her to elicit that incredibly volatile anger. She didn’t have to. They had both been on the receiving end of eachother’s tempers, and it was what made their relationship quite the delightful hurricane. “As for these useless men…” She trailed, looking around at the mingling fans, “I put them to good use. They’ll do anything just to think they have a chance with you. I like that. Their desperation is quite… satisfying.” Viona mostly preferred to put her masculine victims to good use in her bed, but she was no stranger to using her charms to get her way. After all, she had cornered the market, considered her rival was not all interested in suitors of the male gender. It just meant more for Viona, and she certainly keen to taste every fish in her local sea. But as Estelle looked up with those big, doe-like eyes of hers, Viona couldn’t help but entertain her flirty little offer. “Are you this ‘considerably better candidate’ that you speak of? Bless your heart.” A hand came to her chest and she shook her head, “Flirting with me so shamelessly, when your date is just in the crowd? I never took you to be such a scoundrel. Chivalry is dead.” The idea may have been quite tempting, in all honesty, but even Viona, who feasted shamelessly and endlessly on men and women alike, knew that complicating things with Stella could be beyond dangerous. The pair was fire on fire, and someone was bound to get hurt in the process. Truth be told, she didn’t know if she could handle the shorter woman actually hating her. Still, she bowed her head so her breath was hot on Estelle’s ear. “Looking for some mountains to climb in that pretty pink car of yours? I fear your back seat may be too small for two, and trust me when I say these curls look far better on bedsheets.” When she pulled away, she offered her a wink. In that brief moment, her smile was a little less practiced and fake. It grew a little crooked, and hint more genuine. It did not take long for her smugness to return as her mind drifted back to the proposed bet. Something other than money? The thought was creative, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the unconventional idea, even if she had no clue what she wanted. Viona already had everything she wanted. She had her dream car and a luxurious condo with a dreamlike view. She was pursuing a master’s degree, and was working hard to inherit the family business. Not to mention all the money she was able to spend on whatever she wanted. So what could Stella possibly offer her? She hummed as she thought, gently nibbling on her bottom lip. “I’ll tell you what, Stella,” She mused, twirling a lock of red hair around her fingers, “if you win, I will leave you alone. I won’t darken your space ever again. You can play tonsil hockey with your date on the hood of your car without a worry in the world.” She grinned, even if the thought of losing contact with her made something inside Viona wilt. “But if I win… you have to hand over your phone number, and you are not allowed to block me. No, you have to humor me, even if I call you at two in the fucking morning.” Viona giggled at the thought of a groggy Estelle snapping at her over the phone, even if she would have the deceny to never do so. Still, it was a fun thought to have. That, and she figured the idea would thoroughly ruffle the others feathers. If she lost, she would potentially have to deal with her least favorite person ten times as much. “Of course, this means you would also have my phone number, something which is a blessing to have. So really, I am failing to see where you lose here.” She hoped that this interaction would light a fire within her rival. It would make it all the more fun when she won. Taking a step back, the red-haired woman looked around, and it was clear that their time was rapidly coming to an end. She needed to get back to her car, especially if her and Estelle were making a private wager. Viona licked her lips in anticipation for the race that was yet to come. “So, do we have a deal, my little star? Some of us still have to get back to our cars. Perhaps you will even get a head start… you sure need it.” She extended her well-manicured hand for the other to shake so that their deal could be sealed, and the line could be drawn in the sand. |
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Estelle's irritation was slowly seeping throughout her whole body, bubbling up like a river threatening to overflow. For now, though, she kept her cool as best as possible. There was just something about Viona that made her so inexplicably angry. It wasn't hate, no, but maybe it was jealousy? Perhaps it was simply the fact there was someone better than her.. and it was another girl at that. She never liked the attention from the male racers, but she was better than them. And now someone was better than her. Estelle snapped her gaze back up to Viona, gritting her teeth as she slowly tilted her head back to get a better look at her. That was another thing that made her mad. The height difference. It made her feel inferior, like a little bug ready to be crushed under Viona's sultry gaze. Most people would immediately fold under that type of look from a girl as beautiful as Viona. But not Estelle. She refused to let Viona have that power over her. With a gentle, slight shake of her head, she turned her full focus back onto the present. "Oh, it's not? Might be best to have someone check." She snorted, a little sound of amused laughter. That soft accent becoming ever so prominent. The air was sticky and humid, her hands clammy as she clenched and unclenched them. Her acrylics dug gently into her soft palm each time she did so. She rolled her eyes as Viona gave her hips a little wiggle, causing her to look away. She shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her own hip out a little, making herself comfortable. Maybe it wasn't hate. But it wasn't certainly fondness that she felt. "Maybe from your perspective." Estelle mumbled, her voice considerably more soft and light. Not snappy and aggressive as it just was. Her arms crossed over her chest, blue-brown eyes settled intensely on Viona's green ones. There truly was no reason to hate Viona, she decided. She only made things a lot more interesting even if Estelle didn't want to admit it. At the mention of the men, that disgusted scowl immediately came over her face again. The little trace of softness had disappeared just as fast as it came. "Do you even know how many of them I deal with? For Christ's sake, keep your dogs to yourself. I don't really appreciate it when they put their filthy hands on me." Her scowl darkened, her anger flooding back to her. Numerous occasions where the men were particularly touchy made her become more aggressive towards them, more determined to win just to rub it into their faces. But with Viona around? That wasn't possible. And as Viona spoke again, her scowl switched to an almost confused look. Almost as if she didn't expect Viona to entertain the idea, or her comments. With soft eyes and gently parted lips, Estelle stood slightly up onto her toes and leaned forwards. "Mm, I never said I was suggesting myself, did I?" She offered a little toothy grin, her eyes almost seeming to search for something within Viona's own. "Although, I guess I can't say I hate the idea. Trust me, my 'date' never minds when I have a little bit of fun." Her little grin slowly turned cocky. It would never happen. But it was almost fun to imagine. Almost. If she didn't have a special kind of dislike towards Viona, she definitely would've been a puddle on the ground by now. When Viona bowed her head and got right up close to her ear Estelle tensed up. Her breath was hot and moist on her skin, an odd contrast from the summer air. Estelle flicked her gaze over to Viona. "I don't know if I can take your word for that. I think I have to test it out for myself." She offered a cocky little smile again, voice taking on a more sultry tone. It was just innocent and fun flirting. It would never go anywhere. She didn't miss the little wink, and the way Viona's smile seemed to grow more genuine, if only by a little. Estelle moved to lean against her car, feet crossed at the ankles and her arms still over her chest. Her gaze was trained on Viona as she waited to hear what she wanted. Maybe a little bet wouldn't be so bad and could make things a whole lot more interesting. But then again, maybe she didn't want that. Maybe she just wanted things to stay the same just as they were now. She was focused on Viona's bottom lip as she nibbled on it, pulling it between her teeth. Estelle shifted her hips and took inhaled softly, looking away. Even as Viona spoke, she didn't look to her again. The bet was.. tempting. Very tempting. And at the same time, disappointing. Be left alone? It was exciting and dissatisfying. She flickered her gaze from Viona, and then to the sky. The stars were not visible here. The sky was dark, but the world was not. The soft glow of an orange streetlight flooded over them, as well as neon and golden lights from the city. Growing up rural, Estelle always loved the stars and could name them all. But here in the city, they were never visible. Most nights she longed to see them, she longed to go back to that little village in france. Finally, she focused her gaze back onto Viona, who's hand was extended.
What did she have to lose? After a short moment of hesitation, her hand seemed to move on its own. Finding its way to Viona's, gently but firmly taking it. Viona's hand was soft and warm in her own and she almost didn't want to let go. Giving a few shakes, Estelle reluctantly let her hand fall back to her side. "That's such an odd thing to ask for. You can have anything.. and you want my phone number? It's okay to admit you have a little girl crush, you know." Estelle chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to her face to gently brush some loose hair back. She just couldn't wait to get home and fall into the safety of her warm bed. She gently pushed off of her car, standing up straight. For a slight moment, she looked up at Viona with something other than sour hatred and flirtatiousness. It was something akin to longing, almost an odd type of yearning. A longing for what, she didn't know. The hand she shook Viona's with was lightly curled, and she felt tempted to do something she'd never done before. Before Viona could turn and begin to go back to her car, Estelle took a small step forwards. Her hand went to Viona's again. Her touch was soft and gentle as she took the hand in her own, her gaze never leaving Viona's. Estelle slowly brought Viona's knuckles up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them. The tips of her sharp canine teeth lightly pricked Viona's skin. After a short moment Estelle let her hand go and fall away, leaving a smudge of lipgloss and a few small little tooth marks. "Good luck, Viona." She murmured softly, her tone oddly sweeter in such a stark contrast to the way she had just been speaking. |
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A wicked grin stretched across her plump lips as Stella took her hand, slender fingers pressing gently into the smaller woman’s skin as the deal was set in stone between them. To their onlookers, it was quite a disappointing outcome. Their bet had no substance that thrilled their audience, but to Viona, there was quite a lot at stake. After all, who would provide her with such riveting entertainment before, during, and after her races if she was forced to leave Stella alone? She certainly didn’t want to form a rivalry with a man. They were so vulgar and violent in their insults. Viona snorted as her hand fell back to her side, red curls bouncing as she shook her head. “A girl crush? No, I don’t do those.” It was true. Viona hadn’t been in a relationship since she was a teenager, and since then, she had refused to be tied down by anyone. If she saw someone she was attracted to, she followed them in hot pursuit until her physical needs were satisfied and it always ended there. “You, my little star,” She began again, gaze raking over Estelle’s form, “are just delightful to annoy. I cannot get enough of it.” The dark-haired woman was prime entertainment, and acquiring her phone number would make it even better. Viona faltered as Stella’s expression changed and any additional witty remarks died on her tongue. Her rival was a confusing creature, she had noticed. She seemed as if she hated Viona, from her massive ego to her smug grins, all the way down to the very air that filled her lungs. However, it was moments like these, when Stella’s eyes looked into hers with feelings that were far too deep for their peculiar arrangement, that Viona wondered how she really felt. How deep did her dislike of the taller woman truly run? Did she mean those flirtatious remarks that she always taunted Viona with? She doubted she would ever know the truth, and perhaps it was better that way. Still, it did not mean Viona was any less shocked as Stella approached her and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on her ivory skin. Her teeth seemed to playfully nip at her skin, and it all seemed like one of the most deadly invitations she had ever received. She was floored. “Thanks,” She responded after a few stunned moments, “but I don’t need any luck. Maybe you could borrow some for yourself.” The retort fell flat, but Viona felt that if she didn’t speak, she would have spent the next lifetime staring dumbly into the eyes of the one woman who truly knew how to push her buttons. After the race… In a flash of candy apple red, the roaring form of Viona’s Barracuda barreled across the finish line, tires squealing as the car drifted to a stop. Her ears rang and her heart pounded against her ribcage as she white-knuckled her leather-wrapped steering wheel with such force that she feared it may crumble beneath her fingertips. Her heavy breathing filled the cab while her muscles ached from the stress, but Viona didn’t care. No, there was only one thought that filled her brain, as she glanced in her rearview mirror and watched the rest of the competitors come to a skidding halt behind her. She had won. With a smile that threatened to split her face in half, Viona exited her vehicle with a flourish and placed her cowboy hat back in its rightful place atop her crimson curls. She affectionately slapped the fender of her car as she approached the finish-line crowd, and she was met with more cheers and catcalls, though there was also a fair share of less-than-pleased responses. There was plenty of the audience who loved the idea of a woman in a race, but hated the idea of her winning one. She didn’t care, she just wanted their money. Tonight, money was only one of her coveted prizes for her victory, and she was in no rush to collect her well-earned cash. Not when there was something even more tempting waiting for her… As the thick cloud of dust began to clear around the cars, she found the old, pink Mustang whose boxy shape reminded her of bubblegum on wheels. Long legs made short work of the distance, and she arrived with her cell phone in hand. “Ooooh, Stella!” She called in a sing-song tone as she searched for her familiar form, “Are you sure you don’t want my detailer’s phone number? Your car is quite covered in my dust… bless your heart.” A soft laugh escaped her, the gentle sound a stark contrast to her haughty comment. She had won their little bet and was feeling as if she was a kid in a candy store. The world was hers to be had! As soon as she caught sight of her grumpy rival, Viona made a beeline for her. “If only hadn’t predicted that outcome, right? Maybe he’ll even throw in an air freshener to help get rid of that terrible stench of loss.” As always, she was keen to rub her wins in the face of her opponent, since she was on the losing end of their competition about as often as Stella was. The humid air coupled with the heat that radiated off the rumbling engines left Viona’s skin warm and sticky. Her nose scrunched slightly at the feeling. One would think that after growing up in the south Viona would be used to hot summers and damp air, but she could never fully get used to the sweltering days and muggy nights. “Now, darling,” She cooed after a few moments, fanning herself with her hat, “I do believe you owe me something. We had a deal.” Oh, and a deal they had. She hoped that Stella would hold up her end of the bargain, as there was little she could do if the woman decided to refuse her. Still, she was too high on her sense of triumph following her overall victory, and she could not wait for the after-party. The club nearby would be filled with music and liquor, which was her favorite combination. Viona could already tell this was going to be quite the night. “I will do my best not to bother you while you’re with that little girlfriend of yours… or maybe I will nag you until you beg for mercy. I haven’t decided.” She snorted. Playfully, she plopped her hat atop Estelle’s head. She looked her over with satisfaction, and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “A perfect fit.” She mused as she propped a hand on her hip, “Keep it as a consolation prize, and memento of this moment.” |
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