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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 21:08:01 GMT -6
The cab drove a surprising distance through the city, leaving to the outskirts as Cell and Damien conversations had hushed, as Bathory was still trying to keep from yelling at an unlucky recipient on the other line. The cab left the city as the driver glances at the tab, most likely pleased with the amount the distance would bring him. The dust blew behind them as they drove into the desert, Cell looking out the window slightly confused. He would have pegged Bathory for the studio type...not in warehouse...but a studio nonetheless. The cab pulled onto the white stone driveway of a large complex, very offset by the brown and the yellows of the desert. There was a serenity around ever corner as the cab stopped at mix of contemporary and vintage style cabana. The rest of the complex combined the rustic desert feel with the architecture of new age design.
THE OASIS SPAS
The sign read in giant cursive letters across the sign. Even without the models, the place as a heaven for the eyes at every one enjoyed the heat in the best way they could see to: water, bikinis, and colorful drinks. That was all, however, on the outer edges. Cell was caught taking in the place as Damien and Bathory walked past the employees, nodding and smiling as they motioned from him to follow. Into the center they went, where only the models and staff resided. Bathory must know someone, thousands could easily be spent to reserve THIS much. Cell walks into the center, staying on the outskirts of the crowd. A shy look was on his face as Bathory looked back to him.
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Post by Bathory on Jan 31, 2015 21:54:31 GMT -6
"Don't look so innocent Cell, some of these girls are predators." It was a joke... for the most part as Damien's first action was to go talk to the photographer.
Bathory's was to get bombed by four models... all topless, holding up pieces of her line. Each throwing questions at her as she shook her head and placed her palm up to her forehead.
"Steven!?" Her voice ringing higher than the others. Each stopping as another male appeared, carrying even more articles across his arms.
"I hate you, I hate this, Damien said it was much less complicated than it actually is."
"Well if you knew your way around women's clothing." She handed him a tablet from her purse, containing detailed sketches and mannequins wearing the clothing.
"Can we get this going... I'd really like to not have this place booked up all day." Before anyone could say anything else Bathory walked away from them, over to Cell as a fifth model appeared, dressed mostly. Everything was covered, barely. Her long platinum hair hung down to her mid drift. Her body wasn't covered in tattoos like the rest of the girls. Instead her beauty was in her eyes, a stunning sapphire, and in her perfectly toned, tanned, body.
"Hey Tiffany... This is Cell, he's a photographer, and a friend."
"Hi Cell, I'm Tiffany." She extended her hand to shake.
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 22:17:18 GMT -6
Cell extended a hand to shake hers, almost forgetting to talk as he look at her hair. It was the complete opposite of his...other encounters. She almost shimmered in the light as her hair flowed down her body. A one piece bathing suit covered her body, or what once was a one piece. The fabric that would normally cover a body was divided and cut, snaking its way over her body covering just enough of every part of her.
"Hello Darling."
Cell happened to remember to say as he looked at her gemstone eyes.
"Don't let her fool you, I'm probably not that great of a photographer...at least not compared to the ones here." |
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 22:23:48 GMT -6
"I wouldn't be so modest." She flashed him a smile that could melt hearts as Bathory started walking away, heading in Steven's direction. "Honestly Bath's photographer is a dick, but he's taken most of her photos so she keeps him around." She took her hand back and found a place for it on her hip as she looked across the Oasis, before turning back to Cell.
"Darling, you don't hear that very often, not a Vegas native?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 22:33:06 GMT -6
"Nope, lived in Kansas growing up. Left there to join the military, and got the hell out of that. One thing led to another and now I'm here."
Cell smiled, he hadn't talked about home in a long time. There probably weren't any good memories left where he used to live, but he sure had them from a different time. Growing up under the shade of the willow tree seemed like a lifetime ago. That was where he saw his first sundress, and where the love affair with temperatures that allowed them began. Every girl he accompanied now was different, of course, but you can't take the summer from the country boy. His smile as he reminisced was obvious to anyone who was looking at him and for a second he even forgot he was in a conversation. Looking back to Tiffany, the look on her face was... |
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 22:38:20 GMT -6
An ear to ear smile, she even let out a giggle. "Where did you go cowboy?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 22:45:27 GMT -6
Cell shakes his head slightly to break the stream of memories. The giggle from Tiffany helped him to do that, as he eyes cleared to the oceans in her eyes.
"I just left to home for a second there, didn't you notice me leaving?"
Cell says through a smile as he looked at Tiffany, a breeze blowing her hair slightly at the two talked.
"Am I a cowboy?"
Cell says tilting his head slightly, grinning. |
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 22:50:00 GMT -6
"The closet I've ever been, don't get many cowboys in New York." She grabbed a bottle of water sitting in a cooler behind them. The rest of the models ran around, most of them topless or less. Tiffany was the only female besides Bathory full clothed.
"You don't look very comfortable." Letting her accent slip for the first time in their conversation.
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 22:55:39 GMT -6
Cell raised his eyebrows as he continued to smile.
"I can't say I have heard that accent in person either, its more...attractive then on television."
Cell says, showing a little bit of ease coming back into his conversation, but she was right...he was really nervous. Trying his best to hide it:
"However, I would hate for you to miss out, so your cowboy I will be."
Cell leans forward, tipping his hat and saying with a sly smile. |
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 23:01:04 GMT -6
She blushes at the compliment, shying away from him just a bit. Until he tipped his hat, this brought her back into the conversation as she held out her arm for him to take.
"Well, cowboy, let me show you around. Bathory owns the place so we pretty much get the run of it until the shoot is over."
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 23:13:52 GMT -6
He holds his arm out the same way, tilting his head towards her as he says.
"You know a cowboy also puts his arm out, miss."
Cell says coyly as she shook her head a little, putting her arm through his as Cell places his other hand over hers.
"Lead the way darling."
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 23:24:07 GMT -6
She started by taking him away from the shoot and the prying eyes of Bathory and Damien. Luckily Steven was too busy with the other girls to notice them disappear to the more private side of the spa.
"Plenty of private Cabana's, each with their own little hot spring hot tub. Inside they even have a full size pool along with a sauna, it's really relaxing. The effects of the city... just melt away." Again she could give him a shy smile, even though she knew the way she let him lead, pointing things out along the way.
Truth be told there wasn't much to see, it was simple and tasteful, she mostly gave him a tour to help his uneasiness... and to avoid prying eyes.
"How do you know Bath?"
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:36 GMT -6
It felt like he was leading, at least in movement. He couldn't have been more interested in everything she to say. He had recently learned to take in everything...every word from every moment he was with someone interesting. Tiffany was definitely interesting.
"These shoots actually. I was in a new coffee shop in town...imagine that. I saw her sitting at a table and I had to saw hello. I actually made myself sound a little creepy, I may have opened with talking about one of her magazine spreads. I reeled it in, however, and we have been meeting a coffee shops a couple times since then. This last time she brought Damien, and that's how I'm here." |
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Post by Tiffany on Jan 31, 2015 23:49:39 GMT -6
"I couldn't see Bath in a coffee shop." She kept such a serious tone, didn't even crack a smile. She just looked at Cell, with her head tilted.
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Post by Cell on Jan 31, 2015 23:55:59 GMT -6
Cell scrunched his face, but only slightly as he became as serious as Tiffany.
"Believe it or not, she was actually robbing it. That's how I came off as creepy, I recognized her body since her face had a mask on it. She held the gun up to the register, but I think asking for her autograph kinda ruined it..."
Cell looks at Tiffany as his seriousness slips slightly.
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