We just wanna see you shake dat~ (Justus)

[LACEY LOPEZ]

God, these fucking lashes won't. stay. on. Lacey pressed on her false eyelashes, sighing in relief when they were finally on her eyelid. She brushed eye shadow on top of the false eyelashes, cleaning it up a little. As she put on her lipstick, she glanced over at the address of Justus' house. They met on the chat room, and hadn't even talked to each other for long before they decided to see each other in person. Justus was Micah's older brother, and they were gonna talk a little, and by talking, she meant having sex, or so she hoped. Sure, it was wrong to fuck someone's brother, but he's really sexy and seemed really down for it. So, Lacey had no problem fulfilling his needs. So what if Lacey and Micah hooked up? Sex was just sex, and Micah didn't have any feelings for her. Justus didn't even know that she and his younger brother fucked, and he wasn't going to find out. Neither of the Rodriguez's were going to find out. She wasn't even going to tell her sister that she was going to hook up with Justus, and she tells her sister everything.

Sure, Lacey would probably feel a pang of guilt afterward, but the wonderful feeling of sex overrides the guilt, and made her feel better. Lacey grabbed her heels and walked out of her front door, locking it. She decided that she would put on her shoes when she got there, because there was no way she could drive in these shoes. Lacey glanced over the printed directions to his house and set them to the side, driving barefoot to the house.

When she arrived, she opened the car door, putting on her heels carefully. She grabbed her purse and walked steadily over to the front door of Justus' house and rang the doorbell two times. Lacey pulled the bottom of her shirt down a little, reveling a little more cleavage. She rubbed her front teeth, removing any red lipstick that might be there. Lacey pulled out a compact mirror of her purse, checking her face and her teeth as she waited for Justus to answer the door.

notes: oh god, oh god. there's gonna be so much drama oh god.

Meet Lacey, the slutfaced hoebag.

[justusricky]

Today Justus had been having a pretty chill day. Every call that he got about business, things had been going smoothly and according to plan. Stress had been lifted off of his shoulders for a minute, which never happened. Being the leader of which he lead, it was like being the president, but smarter. Justus thought every branch of the government was utterly stupid. Sure, they may have done better in school, but having brains did not always mean the basics of school. Math, language, science...blah blah blah. Match came in handy only for cash, other than that it was all bullshit to him.

In his huge living room, Justus was like molded to the couch. He sat slanted own, legs apart, and controller in his hands over his lap. Tilting his head he looked up at the huge flat screen while he played Grand Theft Auto. Having surround sound the song I'm On One by DJ Khaled played through out the house. Pausing the game and the music, Justus listened for the doorbell, and when he heard it he peeled himself from the couch. Running his hand over his clean-cut fade and his tongue over his lips once before opening the door. Justus first looked over the girl before opening the door a bit wider for her. Oh, Uh, hey girl. was all he said. The "girl" part was because he forgot her name, but he remembered the face, and since she looked so good right now, all he kept picturing was the bedroom and her saying his name.


wearing: This

notes: Lolol, heree we go

song: Yeah, that's right

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey closed her mirror quickly before throwing it back into her purse as the door opened. She fluffed her hair a little before she spoke. "Hey, sexy." She gave him a once over. Well, damn. Someone looks fresh. She bit her lip seductively. She was so ready to fuck his guy. "Do you remember me? I'm Lacey, from the chat." She walked into Justus' house, looking around it. Niiice. So many places to fuck. She stared at the couch. Lacey wondered where the bedroom was.

She turned around, staring at Justus once again. "Let's just get down to business. All right?" She smirked, placing her purse on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. She crossed her legs and patted the spot next to her, signaling Justus to sit there.

[justusricky]

After letting the girl in, Justus' eyes traveled down her backside. Fuck. Yes. Bringing his eyes up slowly, he looked at the girls face. It was pretty obvious that he'd just looked at her ass, but he wanted this to be known. Pushing the door closed gently he stood there then followed her into the living room. Walking to the Tv, Justus turned down the music and turned off the game just before leaning over and grabbing his vodka from the coffee table taking a few sips just before nodding. Yeah, Lacey. I remember. He defiantly had more of that Hispanic accent going on than Micah did. Micah was much more classier though. Smart and controlled, but as for Justus, he was anything but. He was just like one of those Hispanic gangster lords. Walk with power, look like power, and speak with power.

After a moment of standing there and staring at Lacey while sipping on vodka, Lacey motioned him to sit down beside her. She was ready to get to business. Setting his drink down, he smiled and walked over to the couch just before plopping down beside her. Since Justus' was strong, easily he grabbed Lacey and pulled her onto his lap. Usted está listo para los negocios? Seguro que estás listo para esto? The words rolled off his tongue with ease thickened with his accent. She aint ready.. He thought.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

As Justus walked to his kitchen, grabbing some alcohol, Lacey messed with her nails a little, ready to get some cock and move on. She wasn't gonna play games today, oh no. She was tired of that. Lacey knew he was that kind of guy, so it worked out perfectly because she was that kind of girl.

Allowing herself to put on Justus' lap, she nuzzled herself comfortably there, running her nails slightly down his biceps. She leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Me encantan los músculos grandes." Lacey pulled back and squeezed his arm a little. When Justus was questioning whether or not she was ready, she raised her eyebrows a little. Of course she was ready. Did it look like she wasn't ready? Lacey flipped her hair behind her before she spoke. "Yo siempre estoy listo para los negocios, especialmente con hombres atractivos, como tú." She reached behind her, grabbing the vodka. Lacey took a sip of some, feeling it slide down her throat. She smirked a little before taking another sip, eyeing Justus' face.

[justusricky]

Justus was always ready, and every time he asked a girl if she was ready, especially girls like these, the question's meaning would fly directly over their heads. Wasn't dirty talk a part of what they did? Or shouldn't it have been a extremely well part they should know? Hah. He talked as if Lacey was a hooker, which was actually funny to him, it took everything inside of him to not laugh. How could she have been a hooker when she gave her business for free? Whatever, all was good, and just because of these chicks, he went to the clinic every now and then to make sure he's still clean and so far so good.

Back to the business, Justus let his eyes search over wherever he wished, and he made sure to take however long to let them linger on whatever he wanted it to linger on. He was the boss, and soon enough, she'd find that out. Letting her talk about his muscles and bullshit like that, he ran his hands firmly up her thighs and then back down, and with each time, he'd get closer and closer to her inner thighs. Enough with the talk. You want business, let's do it then. He thought as he stared into her eyes waiting for her to stop being so slow. Losing his patients, he finally took the vodka and set it down just before grabbing her jawline and pulling her face to his, pushing their lips together.