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Cherokee
« on: August 22, 2017, 03:02:40 am »
After a long night of partying with his band mates and his new girl - he would have headed home to get a shower, change clothes, and maybe take a quick power nap - but he would leave this message for Cherokee...


Hey Roo, just wanted you to know that I can't wait to see you tonight. Wear something sexy. I'm taking you to my concert.
XoXo
 - Ceasare aka The Sexy Rock God

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Re: Cherokee
« Reply #1 on: August 22, 2017, 11:20:26 am »
She was barely up, large white coffee mug in her hand, surveying the mess left behind from the party...the music still playing softly... opened pizza boxes, empty bottles of beer and rum, the leftover chips on the floor, some of the furniture pushed to the side of the opposite wall as there was some moshing about at one point last night, she smiled to herself as the sun beamed through her open window, the soft pink curtains fluttering from the gentle breeze.  Taking a deep breath in, this was no dream.  Running a hand in her messy hair, she looked up hearing her phone chime out.  She found it under a stack of magazines and quickly read the first few notifications.. she had 250 new followers on Instagram, 32 messages from some of those followers, a missed voicemail from one of her friends early this morning and a text.. a text from HIM!  Her heart raced and she read it immediately...  plopping down on the couch.  A concert?  Tonight?  Wear something sexy?  She looked over at her closet that was across the room from her.  She could find something sexy.. just wearing it out in public was another story.  Finishing off her coffee and placing the mug down she quickly typed back a reply....

Morning handsome, I am looking forward to the concert.  Will find something worth tearing off after your encore.  xxx Your Roo

She hit the send button and leaned back into the couch looking up at the ceiling... she was in heaven.  Closing her eyes as the slow song Ceasare and her danced to last night came on.... beautiful.

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« Reply #2 on: August 22, 2017, 11:34:52 am »
Ceasare had taken his nap, and woke up in probably too good of a mood. He'd drank some warm blood from the door man in the downstairs of his flat, he'd come home, ignored the fact that Kalea and some woman were sprawled out in the middle of the floor half naked, or the fact that Sheps ass could be seen on top of some woman on the couch, He shouted across to Shep throwing a pillow at him. "Come on Shep put some pants on! No one wants to see that ****." He made a gag noise, Tony at least had made it to his own bed, and so Ceasare had to wonder what it looked like to an average person - probably like a sex den or something. He went to the kitchen, made breakfast out of habit more than anything else. Eggs in a basket - go figure. He'd gone to his personal bathroom, taken a shower - brushed his teeth - including his fangs. He'd gotten dressed for the concert tonight, re-applied his black nail polish, and eyeliner. He had on a tight pair of leather pants, a black tee that clung to his muscular chest - some black boots, and his black leather jacket. He moved to his bed and flopped down, grabbing the remote, and flipping on some music on his music player - it was extremely loud Vulgar Robots music of course - it was their hit single "Come yank me sheila", which he thought was a brilliant song if he did say so himself. He saw his phone light up and he grinned.

Wait a minute! Did she just say she was going to let him tear off her clothes after the encore? Or had he read that wrong? Well now, he was grinning from ear to ear, and he would text back...

"Don't say things you don't mean Roo. I have no doubt you'll look delicious." - xoxo Ceasare

Oh he could eat you alright... in more ways then one, but he wouldn't send that. He'd leave it open for interpretation. He hadn't planned to rush into anything with you. He knew he'd get that cherry one day, but he wanted it to be right for you. It wasn't as though he'd been lacking in the sex department, which meant he would wait until you were really ready.
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« Reply #3 on: August 22, 2017, 07:47:45 pm »
She was at the corner drug store looking at the cheap nail polish.  She couldn't afford the pretty stuff.  A kid walked by with his Mum she watched him pick out a nice colour for her.  The Mum looked at Cherokee and asked if she wanted a "small man's point of view"..   Cherokee stepped back and motioned to the nail polishes.  The kid, no older than 10 years old, reached for a teal blue colour and handed it to her...  Thanks.... she said looking at the colour.  It was a muted teal blue with a bit of sparkle.  Ah what the hell.  Like anyone is going to pay attention to her finger nails.  But maybe Ceasare would?  He wore nail polish, she noticed last night.  She took the rest of her cosmetics she had in the wire basket up to the beauty counter and started to take them out one by one... some perfume, hairspray, the nail polish and new mascara.  The girl at the counter smiled and rang up the purchase and asked if that was anything.  Cherokee was thinking to herself - condoms.  She had walked by the aisle once.. twice... and then almost three times if it wasn't for a staff member rolling out a flat of Pepsi blocking the aisle... she chewed on her bottom lip, giving her head a shake..  I am good...

She left the drugstore and noticed the paper out front, Vulgar Robots were on the front cover and she picked it up, looking over her shoulder... it was a free entertainment newspaper, so she stuffed it into her bag and went back home.  She noticed the time.. she had roughly about 3-4 hours..  Looking up the concert venue, she decided to take a cab there.  One of her building mates owned a taxi service and she bumped into him earlier while getting the mail.  He would drive her there for $10.  Instead of 3 times the amount.  Good.  She fished out her phone and saw an awaiting text.  The Instagram account she signed out of.  She could not keep track of the followers and thought she would need a day off to screen each one.  Sitting down at the kitchen table, she read your text and smiled big.  Colour rising in her cheeks.

Texting back, she used the heart emoji a few times in each shade of red and pink followed by...'Where would I meet you?  Before or after?  I have a ride there, it's taken care of.  Look sharp tonight, you guys are on the cover of this newspaper xxx'   ...  she took a selfie with the thumbs up, smile on her face, holding the paper in her hand.  Her thoughts telling herself to play cool.  Not rush anything.  She knew it might be awhile before you got back.  Eating dinner and laying our her clothes, she took her time getting ready, answering texts to her friends in between.  One was going to the concert but had nose-bleed seats.  Trying to arrange a met up during intermission or something.  Time ticking by now... she would see you soon enough:)


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« Reply #4 on: August 22, 2017, 08:26:01 pm »
Ceasare was busy that afternoon. He had gone to the venue where the concert would be held, tuned his guitar, did his sound check, went out to eat with the band mates, Went back to his flat, rubbed one out,  gotten hammered with the band mates, and went back to the venue where some crazy fan girls were being arrested for taking their tops off outside, it was already packed - and Ceasare was more concerned about where you were. Where was his Roo? Well, he wanted to make sure that she could get in without any issue, so he left your name with the bands manager,  along with your backstage pass. "Marv don't forget to let her in. It's important that she is here." His manager Marv assured him that he would let you into the concert and give you the backstage pass. Ceasare would nod in satisfaction, and head toward the room backstage where he and the band would get ready. While he was sitting there he leaned over and said "Hey Shep, got in condoms? Just in case my ol' lady decides she wants to have her cherry popped tonight?" No he wasn't gonna rush it, but that didn't matter anyway Shep shook his head, with a no. "Of course not Shep that's why you got the herpes. you need to wrap it up mate." He shrugged his shoulders and held one of his spare guitars in his hands, picking at the strings, Kalea was making out with some chick on the couch, Tony was drumming everything in the room with his drumsticks. That's when he got the text... A grin crept on his lips and he was cheesing.

He texted back:

"My manager Marv has your backstage pass. He knows what you look like, just ask for Marv, and come to the back room before the show starts. We're just hanging out back here. "
He saw the picture you sent with the thumbs up and the news paper, which made him laugh. He sent one back that had his band mates all jump into this selfie mode, where he was sitting in front of them with the guitar, his thumb was also up though, tony with his drumsticks behind, Kalea giving a peace sign, and Shep doing the flipping bird pose, and he placed wording on top of the pic that said "what a bunch of ****." ... Sending one more text that said "Cant' wait to see you Roo. xoxoxo Get here soon." - Ceasare

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« Reply #5 on: August 22, 2017, 09:47:08 pm »
She was in the cab, her friend filling it up at the gas station across from the apartment building.  She watched the homeless man come out from the bushes where he was sleeping all day, scratching his behind and looking around.  Mike, the cab driver got in and started up the yellow car, saying he would get her there in about 20 minutes, he knew a good short cut.  He put on the talk radio station, wanting to catch the weather and entertainment highlights around the city - he was going to work after he dropped Cherokee off.  He adjusted the mirror and caught glimpse of the beauty in the back seat telling her she looked really pretty and don’t be so nervous.  He was a good driver and weaved in and out of traffic, still maintaining the speed limit and he arrived at the venue, parking just ahead of the awaiting cabs, putting on his hazards and waving to his co-workers…  opening the door he help Cherokee out and gave her a quick hug, telling her he had to go.  $10 was given and Mike smiled.  He told her to keep it and buy a beer to take the edge off.. and to have fun!

Cherokee made her way to the front of the venue, looking down at her phone - the setting sun made it hard to read, and she was quickly hearing voices going ‘ohmigawd, it’s her.. look!’ and ‘**** NO WAY!!!!’  .. she was about to reply to your text message when she was approached by 2 fans, sporting matching Vulgar Robots black hoodies… asking her where you were.  “What… I….”  she stammered as she tried to punch a text to you.. just writing ‘here’ quickly and sending it off as more girls approached - some of their expressions were happy, joyous - blissed.. some not so much, with their arms folded… she felt someone grab her arm, and a man wearing a security t-shirt ushered her inside - not saying one word to her.. He had recognized her - word got around.  The Manager, Marv,  was waiting, looking at his expensive time piece on his wrist, he introduced himself.  Cherokee had never been to this section of the venue - some side room with stairs leading down underground… the wifi signal was lousy, the message bouncing back unsent, but your manager radioed to wherever you were that Miss Rose was here.  He handed over the backstage laminate pass that he told her to wear around her neck, and off down the cement stairs they went - no one was around - just venue staff.. cooks, garbage men… someone hauling off a broken amp out into the garage area…Cherokee was excited.  She smoothed out her long hair, taking off the thin leather jacket she wore… a light coloured tank top that was low cut and jeans and black leather boots.  She was picturing the female band member when she pulled this outfit together.  The manager telling the security guard to monitor the hallway until.. and the Manager swung the heavy steal door open to what was a make shift green room, complete with leather sofas, chairs, a table full of food and beer… and her eyes looked for you…giving a wave to the bandmates as they came to greet her… the picture you sent finally pushing through and she gave a laugh.. **** unreliable wifi.  Marv was talking to you.. mentioning the swarm of fans that  were present when Cherokee arrive.. thinking a seat either off stage or front row would be best - texting the bodyguards out in the front to see what was happening as there was an awful lot of screaming… he stepped to the side and asked for your input… Cherokee finally seeing you and quickly running over… Shep taking a look at that ass in them jeans…

(this is quickly turning into more than a ‘text’.. I will se you in the room TONIGHT! — BOL)