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delafiseaseses · 10 months

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I thought about the NCR Sharecropper Farms and Concluded they should not Exist.

Strong opening line, 'ey? How's ol' Delafiseaseses gonna justify that?

Quite easily, actually. Y'see some people misunderstand the NCR Sharecropper Farms, they think it provides food to the Mojave. Not true. It provides food to the NCR, clues in the name, really. Its a Sharecrop, the NCR gets some of the crop and the sharecroppers get the rest of their crop as payment, the portion the NCR takes goes to NCR Military bases. As Romanowski says 'A lot of the crops grown here support the various NCR camps in the region - McCarran, Golf, and Forlorn Hope, to name a few. We can't have wastelanders popping in here for a free meal, so my squad and I are assigned to keep things from going to hell.' and when Romanowski says 'Wastelanders' he means 'people from the Mojave Wasteland' of course.

Do the sharecroppers sell their crops to Mojave citizens? Possibly, but remember all the sharecroppers are NCR citizens brought over by the 'Thaler Act', nobody from the Mojave directly benefits from this arrangement.

You may think 'Well, not like anyone in the Mojave before was using the land.' possibly wrong. While he's not from the Mojave (and is an unrepentant Enclave fascist, but that's irrelevant) Orion Moreno has this to say 'I came out here to get away from them - didn't work out so well. Next thing I know, I'm squatting in "their" land. Never mind that I'd already been living here for years.', and when he says 'years' he could mean up to over 3 decades. So we've got to wonder... was the land unoccupied? Moreno is a stubborn old Enclave soldier, he wouldn't scare easy, he gets harassed by the NCR, as he says when you first meet him 'Bah. Looks like I forgot to lock the doors again. If you're with the NCR, get out. This place is mine, and I'm not leaving.' or, if you am in NCR faction armour 'Look, trooper, I was living in this house long before your farms got set up. Don't even think about evicting me.' most people would be forced off by these tactics. So it is entirely possible the NCR has displaced Mojave residents to set up their precious farm.

Both quests involving the Sharecropper Farm also include a backdrop of NCR vs Mojave Locals. The most obvious is, of course, The White Wash. The Westside Co-Op, an actual local community farming effort (which does have some New Californians, but they're unaffiliated with the NCR), is only surviving because of the syphoning of water from the Sharecroppers by Tom Anderson. The water from the local water system that the NCR took over, I might add. Why do they get to claim ownership of Lake Mead's water and the Vegas water system?

And the second, Hard Luck Blues is more indirect. The NCR isn't at fault at all for this, the Vault 34 Civil War damaged their reactor and that was entirely on them. But the final choice between saving the Vault 34 Survivors or dealing with the radiation leak caused by the Vault 34 Civil War killing the survivors. So it is literally saving an NCR Asset or saving people who for over 200 years have lived in the Mojave.

Now, I'm not saying the Sharecroppers themselves deserve to suffer lower than needed water rations or radiation in their soil. They didn't set this up, they're just working class NCR citizens trying to survive, but, the thing is, the Sharecroppers can just... leave. And they do if these quests are resolved in ways that hurt the Farms.

After the White Wash siding with Anderson/Westside the affected sharecropper Trent Bascom says he's quitting because 'I wouldn't be able to meet the quota, and the NCR would kick me out of my job, anyway. Nah, it's better I get out on my own terms.' and he's even got a plan for his future 'I hear the Brahmin ranchers out in Redding are looking for some hard workers, so I might try there first. I hate working with Brahmin, though.' so, yeah, that sucks for him, but he's got a future. He may not like that future, but its more of a future than the Westsiders have if they lose their Co-Op.

And after Hard Luck Blues you can find some Sharecroppers out front of the Big Horn Saloon in Boulder City. The named member of this group is a woman named Anne, she has this to say 'We're heading back home. I hope our troops do the same. This land can't be saved. Trying to grow crops in this heat, with so little water, is bad enough, but now we've got radiation seeping into the farmlands east of New Vegas. We're done. Let the people of these hell-hole deal with their problems, I say.' and, y'know, I agree. Maybe the people of the Mojave should deal with their problems and not have a military force from somewhere else claiming their land and water? Especially since the area is still disputed at this time. They're literally fighting a bloody war which they have a 3/4 chance of losing during all of this.

To put this all in a shorter way: The NCR Sharecropper Farm's existence is an example of NCR colonialism.

Like, it's textbook fucking colonialism. They forcefully took over part of a land that's not theirs, brought in their own people to 'settle' the land and violently keep the locals out of it all, who suffer because of it. I've said before that the NCR playacts the USA and they certainly playact it accurately.

So, unless you're doing an NCR playthrough, I'd say its probably best to side against the Sharecropper Farm in every instance because the NCR Sharecropper Farms should not exist. It sucks for the Sharecroppers, but they'd be out of the job when the NCR withdraws anyway. Probably best for everyone if they get out before the NCR Military does.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #hard luck blues #the white wash #ncr #ncr sharecropper farms #trent bascom #anne #westside #vault 34 #orion moreno #new california republic

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myawearschanel · 2 years

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Woman to Woman cassette tape (1994)

- Rest In Peace Jewell, she passed away early may, she did some of the greatest hooks in rap history. 🕊🕊

#1994 #jewell #deathrowrecords #1990s #westside

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alldancersaretalented · 7 months

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NYCDA National Outstanding Dancers 2002-2023

2002

Junior: Garrett Smith (Dance Impressions) and Erica Ross (Dance Connection 2)

Teen: Anthony Lomuljo (Dance Attack Sunnyvale) and Becca Henderson (Ballet Society)

Senior: Danny Tidwell (Denise Wall Dance Energy) and Melissa Hough (Dance Explosion)

2003

Junior: David Gensheimer (American Jazz Dance Co.) and Whitney Jensen (CSPAS)

Teen: Travis Wall (Denis Wall's Dance Energy and Marilee Glazier (CSPAS)

Senior: Phillip Spaeth (Triple Threat PAC) and Carly Lang (DDK Danceworks)

2004

Mini: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Christina Spinger (Dance Motion Performing Arts Co.)

Junior: Nick Young (Young Dance Academy) and Kayla Radomski (Michelle Latimer Dance Academy)

Teen: Chuck Jones (CSPAS) and Jaimie Goodwin (Denise Wall's Dance Energy)

Senior: Jon Bond (Center Stage Dance Academy) and Ellery Baum (CSPAS)

2005

Mini: Hogan Fulton (Bobbie's School of Performing Arts) and Tiara Keeno (Wasatch Dance Center)

Junior: John Manzari (Spotlight Studio of Dance) and Angelica Generosa (Dance Stop)

Teen: Garrett Smith (Odyssey II) and Dusty Button (Movin' South)

Senior: Teddy Forance (Hackworth School of Performing Arts) and Allison Holker (The Dance Club)

2006

Mini: Ross Lynch (Artistic Fusion Dance Academy) and Catherine Hurlin (Westchester Dance Academy)

Junior: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Christina Spinger (Dance Connection)

Teen: Ryan Steele (Dance Dynamics) and Kirsten Wicklund (Danzmode Productions)

Senior: Christian Denice (Bobbie's School of Performing Arts) Jamie Godwin (Denis Wall's Dance Energy)

2008

Mini: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and McKenna Ross (Tempe Dance Academy)

Junior: Alex Hathaway (Dance Dynamics) and Tiare Keeno (Wasatch Dance Center)

Teen: Corey Cox (Denise Wall's Dance Energy) and Taja Riley (Denise Wall's Dance Energy)

Senior: Crain Dionne (Donna Coco's Performance Plus) and Erica Ross (Tempe Dance Academy)

2009

Mini: Brandon Chang (Dance Town) and Sarah Pippin (CC&Co. Dance Complex)

Junior: Kolton Krause (Tempe Dance Academy) and Kamila Shah (Westchester Dance Academy)

Teen: Mason Manning (Dance Industry) and Tiare Keeno (Classical Ballet Academy)

Senior: Richard Villaverde (Dance Town) and Ida Saki (Dance Industry)

2010

Mini: Tade Biesinger (Dance Impressions) and Payton Johnson (Jean Leigh Academy of Dance)

Junior: Rae Srivastava (Independent) and Jayce Kalb (The Dance Centre)

Teen: Corey Snide (Eleanor's School of Dance) and Mattie Love (Dance Impressions)

Senior: Cory Barnette (Tempe Dance Academy) and Kaitlynn Edgar (Spotlight Dance Works)

2011

Mini: Travis Atwood (The Talent Factory) and Jacalyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

Junior: Niko Martinez (Dance Images & Music) and Sarah Pippin (CC&Co)

Teen: Ivan Kalinan (The Dance Zone) and Madi Hicks (Academy of Dance Arts)

Senior: George Lawrence (Dancemakers of Atlanta) and Kali Grinder (The Dance Zone)

2012

Mini: Kyle Anders (Savage Dance) and Kayla Mak (Westchester)

Junior: Jack Wolff (Precision Dance Academy) and Payton Johnson (Jean Leigh Academy)

Teen: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and Jordan Pelliteri (Plumb Performing Arts Center)

Senior: Joseph Davis (Draper Center) and Alexia Meyer (The Dance Club)

2013

Mini: Justice McCort (Krystie’s Dance Academy) and Jasmine Cruz (Westlake)

Junior: Jonathan Fahoury (Artistic Fusion) and Sophie Miklosovic (Faubourg School of the Ballet)

Teen: Jake Tribus (CC & Co) and Jayci Kalb (The Dance Centre)

Senior: Alex Soulliere (Spotlight Dance Works) and Alyssa Ness (Northland School of Dance)

2014

Mini: Luke Spring (Independent) and Charlee Fagan (Main Street Dance)

Junior: Matthew Spangler (Artistic Fusion) and Mackenzie Bessner (KJ Dance)

Teen: Rae Srivastava (BHumn DanceSpace) and Jacalyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

Senior: Kolton Krouse (Tempe Dance Academy) and Jordan Pelliteri (Plumb Performing Arts Center)

2015

Mini: Brady Farrar (Stars) and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Junior: Parker Garrison (Stars) and Jasmine Cruz (Westlake)

Teen: Harrison Knotsman (Studio West Dance Center) and Nina Bartell (Sweatshop)

Senior: Jake Tribus (Next Generation Ballet) and Sarah Pippin – CC & Co

2016

Mini: Luke Barrett (Dance Attack) and Eden Galloway (Center Stage Dance Studio)

Junior: Jack Easton (IMPAC) and Mahalaya Tintianco-Cubales (Westlake)

Teen: Kele Roberson (Dance Institute) and Ali Deucher (The Dance Club)

Senior: Zach Manske (Woodbury) and Jacelyn Tatro (Inspire School of Dance)

2017

Mini: Hudson Silva-Costa (Spotlight Dance Center) and Phoenix Sutch (Krystie's Dance)

Junior: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2 and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Teen: David Keingatti (Columbia) and Sydney Revennaugh (CSA's Dancers Edge)

Senior: Michael Garcia (Dance Industry) and Kaylin Maggard (Columbia)

2018

Mini: Sienna Morris (Westchester) and ???

Junior: Eden Galloway (WNC Dance) and ???

Teen: Aydin Eyikan (Kanyok Arts) and Jasmine Cruz

Senior: Harrison Knostman (Studio West Dance Center) and Jenna Meilman (Westchester)

2019

Mini: Ian Stegeman (Woodbury) and Ivana Radan (Westchester)

Junior: Justin Padilla (Infusion Dance) and Rebecca Stewart (Spotlight Studio of Dance)

Teen: Luke Spring (East Coast Edge) and Madison Brown (Lents Dance Company)

Senior: Jamaii Melvin (Miami Dance Collective) and Madison Goodman (KJ Dance)

2020

Mini: Eric Poor (CityDance) and Kynadi Crain (Jean Leigh Academy)

Junior: Jagger Effs (Miami Dance Collective) and Sienna Morris (Westchester)

Teen: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2) and Mahalaya Tintianco-Cubales (Westlake)

Senior: Aydin Eyikan (Kanyok Arts) and Sydney Revennaugh (Performance Edge 2)

2021 (Orlando)

Mini: Spencer Parnell (Academy of the Living Arts) and Kiera Sun (Westside)

Junior: Michael Duvali (Centerstage Dance Academy) and Macie Miersh (All American Dance Factory)

Teen: Luke Biddinger (Touch of Class) and Eden Galloway (WNC Dance)

Senior: Jemoni Powe (Academy of Nevada Ballet) and Kayla Mak (Westchester)

2021 (Phoenix)

Mini: Ellis Khoundara (Tempe Dance Academy) and Skylar Wong (Woodbury)

Junior: Ian Stegeman (Woodbury) and Carolina Garcia (Miami Dance Collective)

Teen: Justin Padilla (Westside) and Erin Park (Westside)

Senior: Justice Wooden (Just Dance) and Charlee Fagan (Main Street Dance)

2022 (Orlando)

Mini: Mali Photnetrakhom (In Motion Dance Project) and Avery Gallenero (Dance Inc.)

Junior: Bryce Young (All American Dance Factory) and Eva Jimmerson (Renner Dance)

Teen: Luke Barrett (Dance Attack) and Phoenix Sutch (Krystie's Dance Academy)

Senior: Mason Evans (Performance Edge 2) and Kailey Woronstoff (Dance Universe)

2022 (Phoenix)

Mini: Levi Caicco (In Motion Dance Project) and Kensington Dressing (Evolve Dance Complex)

Junior: Avery Khoundara (Tempe Dance Academy) and Fiona Wu (Yoko's)

Teen: Keenan Kiefer (Academy of Dance Arts) and Georgie Weir (Miami Dance Collective)

Senior: Parker Rozzano-Keefe (Westlake) and Mahalaya Tintiangco-Cubales (Westlake)

2023

Mini: Jonathan Macleod (Joanne Chapman) and Hannah Fogel (Dance Institute)

Junior: Lincoln Russo (Poirer Productions) and Kiera Sun (Westside)

Teen: Hudson Silva-Costa (In the Spotlight) and Crystal Huang (The Rock)

Senior: Jonathan Paula (Canadian Dance Unit) and Abigail Weber (Dallas Conservatory)

#dance #nycda #dancers #talent #dancelife #westchester #westside #cc and co

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vintagelasvegas · 7 months

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Westside School (1923) – 330 W Washington Ave. Oldest surviving school house in Las Vegas.

☞ Centennial Parade & Festival, Saturday, Sep. 30, 2023.

This was the second school house in Las Vegas when it opened as Branch No. 1, Las Vegas Grammar School, in September 1923, for kindergarten through 8th grade. Las Vegas schools were integrated in the 1920s. In the 30s & 40s, segregationist barriers rose in the public and private sector, including racially restrictive covenants to added to deeds, and the City's refusal to renew licenses of African American-owned businesses downtown unless owners moved to the Westside. Segregation in public education increased as a result, as elementary schools on the Westside filled with African American children whose families were restricted from living in other Las Vegas neighborhoods.

The school is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and was completely renovated in 2015/2016 by KME Architects.

Timeline of Westside School:

• '23: Original building, two rooms. Allison & Allison of Los Angeles, architect. • '28: Original building expanded with two additional rooms. • '46: Las Vegas School District's first African American teacher, Mabel Hoggard at Westside School. • '48: Annex building addition, west side of the parcel, eight classrooms and administration office. A.L. Worswick, Las Vegas, architect. • '55/56: Clark County School District (CCSD) formed. • '60: a one-room addition constructed on the east end of the north wing of the building • '67: Closed as a school house. • '74: School Board of Trustees sale of the school to Economic Opportunity Board of Clark County (EOD). • '77: Renovation to accommodate offices of EOD and radio station KCEP.

Photo by Dave Chawla, via Saving Places. Sources: “Old Town People Petition for Branch Grammar School.” Las Vegas Age, 2/11/22; “Las Vegas Public School Block a Credit to the City,” Las Vegas Age, 12/30/22; E. Moehring, Resort City in the Sunbelt, Las Vegas (UNLV Press, '89); C. White. “The March That Never Happened.” Nevada Law Journal, Vol. 5, Fall 2004; B. Williams, T. Harris. Westside School Alumni Stories (2012); National Register of Historic Places. Las Vegas Grammar School. Las Vegas, Clark County, Nevada. National Register (2015).

#1923 #Westside

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laurfilijames · 1 year

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Lust and Lace

Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Evan Lace x female reader

Words: 4,284

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Stripping. Masturbation. Unprotected intercourse. Oral sex (F receiving). Exhibitionism. Cursing.

Summary: After waking up to find Evan gone, you go to his house later as requested to join him for an afternoon swim. Things continue on in his empty house, making you the star of the show, letting Evan realize again what's really important in life.

A/N: I love Evan and want him happy and in love so here. It continues.

(Also don't have sex in pools but this is fic so it's fine)

Prompts used for @deanobingo were Evan Lace, stripping, exhibitionism/semi-public sex and smoking.

Here's the song that helped inspire this chapter for you to listen to while reading! Enjoy!

Thank you to @blairsanne for photoshopping the heading photo 🥰

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The late morning sun had you blinking into awareness, your sore, sex-exhausted limbs stretching out comfortably on your bed. With a contented hum you turned over onto your back, searching for the warm body that had sprawled over yours all night between sessions, only to find you were alone.

You knew you didn't dream it; the passion shared between you and Evan was too real to be fabricated, the evidence left on your body all you needed to remember every kiss, caress and moan that took place.

The recollection of your night made your desire strike again, and despite being left completely sated, you found your hands roaming all the places of you that Evan had worshiped only hours earlier.

You eventually rose from the comforts of your bed and the wistful memories that had a permanent smile plastered on your face, walking on tired, achy legs to your kitchen where you discovered a note left by the man who left your heart feeling full and your limbs like lead.

Meet me at mine this arvo

Evan

His handwriting was quick, but not too messy, the years of scribbling out paperwork evident in his penmanship; the haste to get business done in a hurry not outshining his desire for order.

You had never been to Evan's house, but knew exactly where it was, and looking out your kitchen window above your sink at the clear blue sky and bright, blazing sun, you thought of what to wear to such a meeting.

A flowy, cross-over dress that accentuated your cleavage became the winner after hauling nearly every piece of clothing out of your closet, and after having agonized over what time to arrive from not being given a specific time, you drove through his neighbourhood, your watch reading three o'clock and the sun still blazing to match as it shined through your windshield like a magnifying glass and created a warm sheen of sweat on your skin.

You pulled in the ramped drive, parking your old, shit-box car on his pristine, concrete driveway, praying that it didn't leak oil all over it; the contrast between his freshly-waxed Audi and his sleek, modern house to your rusty, outmoded ride making you sweat more than the summer heat was.

You smoothed your hands over the front of your dress as you made your way up to the door, already able to see how empty the house was through the floor to ceiling windows that made up most of the building.

Should I knock? Simply walk in? you wondered, unsure how comfortable you should be making yourself in the home Evan had shared with Joanne up until mere days ago.

Luckily, a note written in the same writing as the one left to you earlier was stuck in the door, indicating for you to let yourself in and head straight through to the back.

You did as instructed, carefully walking through the stark white, vacant spaces that you assumed had been filled with expensive art and decor until you were met with a large sliding door greeting you to the patio where the pool lay just beyond.

Evan was in the pool, looking wet and glorious as he smoothed his hair back and flashed you that convincing smile, the sight making desire burst in your belly.

"Ah, there she is," he breathed, wiping his hand down his face to rid it of excess water.

"You left."

Your tone was both accusatory and questioning, changing his expression to more serious as he squinted up at you.

“I had business to attend to and now it's sorted.”

You stared at each other for a moment as if trying to get a read on the other, and before you had the chance to explain to Evan how much you'd missed his presence, he spoke again.

"Did you dress up for me?"

His head tilted to the side while his eyes roamed your form, making you feel as exposed as his blank walls.

"I- no, I just tossed this on," you lied, knowing you looked ridiculous wearing a frock like this, and being used to a far more effortless style, you rubbed your arm nervously as you placed it across your body and glanced around the lavish backyard; fully aware you looked out of place in more ways than one and that Joanne wore designer gear similar to this as a bloody housecoat.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take it off, and join me," he repeated, nodding his head behind him at the large pool.

"I don't have my togs-"

"You don't need them," he grinned, leaning his arms against the ledge of the pool to look up at you. "I'd rather you naked than in that," he nodded at your dress, "it's not you."

You swallowed thickly, feeling even more foolish than you already did, the heat that already burdened your entire body creeping up quickly into your cheeks.

"What I mean is," Evan continued, picking up on your discomfort, "that shit doesn't matter. I don't want you pretending you're someone you're not because that's what you think I like…trying to be like her."

You met his stare, seeing the genuinity in his eyes that matched both the water and the sky, and felt your shoulders drop from being so close to your ears.

"Just be you, and be naked."

He smiled, the stretch of his lips accentuating the lines around his eyes and the indents in his cheeks, making you giggle and nod in agreement.

"And take your time," he added, beginning to wade in the water again, "I need something beautiful to look at now everything else is gone."

Fueling the excitement of stripping down for him, you relished in the feel of his eyes on you - already burning with such keen attentiveness - and peeling your hair off your neck and around to one shoulder, you turned so your back was to him, slowly tugging at the strings tied on your waist that held your dress together.

The silky material slipped off your shoulders, allowing the sun to beam against your bare skin, and you flashed a sultry look behind you at the man whose moustache twitched with approval.

You were careful to let the dress fall slowly down your body, revealing you piece by piece along with a white, lace set, hearing Evan's appeased hum and the soft lapping of water against his golden body. The dress dropped once it passed your bum, pooling at your feet in a heap of patterned polyester, and immediately you felt more like yourself.

You side-stepped out of it, your hands crawling up your torso lovingly, smoothing around to your front where you squeezed your breasts held in their lacey cages. Tipping your head back so the sun graced your face, you moaned at your own touch increasing your growing desire, smiling when you listened to the sound of Evan moving toward the edge, the flick of his lighter becoming a familiar noise.

Pivoting around, you met his smile that was interrupted by a fresh cigarette, his eyes glowing as much as the burning end was.

You slipped a finger under the strap of your bra, sliding it down your arm, and repeating the same on the other, watching as the lustful look on Evan's face grew. But, doing as you were told and not letting him get what he wanted so easily, you pulled it back up, earning a set of raised eyebrows. You giggled and tucked your lower lip in your teeth, moving your hand down until it trailed beneath the band of your thong, your fingertips teasing between your wet folds.

Evan groaned as he exhaled a long plume of smoke, his face turning serious as you continued to rub yourself. Before getting carried away, you retreated your hand, placing your coated fingers in your mouth to suck clean, the act causing Evan to put his cigarette between his lips to hold as he used his hands to free himself of his speedo.

A satisfied sense of excitement made a shiver run down your warm spine seeing him grip his hard cock and begin stroking it, motivating you to continue your striptease.

Reaching around your back for the clasp of your bra, you flicked it open, letting it fall unceremoniously down your arms, exposing your peaked nipples to the blazing heat. You peeled it the rest of the way down, flinging the garment somewhere to the side where it landed on the concrete, your eyes fixed on your audience.

"Come in here and get those tits wet," Evan growled, his smoke still hanging from his lips as he jerked himself languidly.

"Patience," you purred, carding your hands over your chest where you pinched your nipples, sending pressure down to your core.

Evan took a wet hand and tugged the cigarette from his mouth, blowing out the smoke with a forceful breath, his chest heaving as he became even more worked up in watching your show.

You hooked your thumbs in the side of your panties, inching them down slowly, following the action with the sway of your hips.

"You look so fucking good," he hissed, his eyes following the path of your thong, his cheeks flinching as he clenched his teeth hard.

A string of your slick pulled away from your sopping lips, sticking to the white cotton, the sun making it glimmer brightly. It fell to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your stilettos, your complete exposure to the elements liberating.

Evan extinguished his half-finished cigarette on the edge of the pool in preparation of you joining him, exhaling the smoke left lingering in his mouth as he stared you down intensely.

You spun around again, continuing to roam your body with your curious hands, and slowly hinged forward at your waist to reach for the strap wrapped around one of your ankles. Your legs remained locked at the knee, providing Evan with an erotic view of your wet folds and puckered hole, and purposefully worked as slowly as you could to unfasten your heels.

Feeling dizzy with arousal, you finally stood upright, kicking your shoes off across the patio, the concrete hot on the balls of your feet as you shifted your weight between them.

You sauntered over to the pool, your eyes heavy with lust, catching distorted glimpses of his readied cock in the ripples of the water.

With agonizingly slow steps, you made your descent into the water on the smooth, tiled steps, the anticipation of having him touch you starting to become too much.

You gasped as the cool water lapped at your heated skin, making your nipples harden even more and goosebumps break out over your whole body. Needing to make your entrance more tolerable, you dove beneath the water, emerging right in front of Evan with an exaggerated leap, the motion making your wet breasts bounce and jiggle enticingly.

Using your hands to smooth back your hair, you opened your eyes to see him smirking devilishly at you, his satisfaction in your work clear on his handsome face.

The waves created by your movements tickled your breasts, and you whined at the sensation, hoping Evan would finally touch you and put you out of your misery.

Much to your approval, he crashed against you, the hair on his upper lip scratching yours as he kissed you with the most intense demand, his hands coming up to hold either side of your face to bring you flush against his body.

His cock nestled between your thighs, and unable to resist the mind-numbing friction, you ground against him until you both were moaning and gripping at each other desperately.

The buoyancy of the water allowed you to easily wrap your legs around his middle, still gliding along the length of his cock, each pass of your hips threatening for him to slip inside. He growled into your mouth, gripping your bum with callous hands, and speared into you to stretch out your aching walls.

You rode him as fast as you could with the resistance of the water making it slower than you wanted, feeling frantic for your release while Evan walked a few steps to the edge of the pool, pressing your back against the ledge so he was able to meet your rolling hips with forceful thrusts.

Your nails tore through his wet hair, the addition of his spirited pumps increasing your frenzy and taking you deeper into the pit of blinding ecstasy, the vocalization of his pleasure dragging you in completely.

Your mouth fell away from his, your screams of sheer rapture calling freely into the summer day, and you contracted around his girth as he continued to drag in and out of you while the coarse hairs surrounding his cock worked against your clit.

Evan gave a broken chuckle, amused at your disregard to the possibility of neighbours hearing, but humbled as your climax brought forth his own. He slapped against you erratically, causing water to splash crudely around your bodies and out of the pool onto the surrounding concrete, the view of your boobs bouncing in his face and the sensation of your tight, wet walls strangling him sending him into a tailspin.

You continued to ride on him as he sputtered and filled you, extending your orgasm until he was left panting and you were a shuddering mess hanging onto him tightly.

Evan kissed you, smiling against your lips, pushing his feet off the bottom of the pool so he floated away with you still wrapped around him.

"You're amazing, Evan," you praised, feeling euphoric in your after-glow and weightless as you were cradled by both him and the refreshing water.

"Hmm, I know," he chuckled, pressing quick kisses to your lips as he waded through the water.

You stayed in the pool until your skin turned pruney and the sun hung low on the horizon, your shivering prompting Evan to fetch towels and bring you inside where it felt drastically warmer despite it being a balmy summer night.

With the sun now fully set and darkness brining out the stars in the sky, you sat perched on his desk, him in his chair, the only two pieces of furniture that remained in his obscenely big house that felt more so without anything to fill it. The white walls seemed even brighter in their lacking as the lights of his office enhanced them, the black night sky contrasting heavily through the large windows that spanned the entire outer wall.

"Are you warm now?" he asked, placing a cigarette between his lips to light it, his brows knitting together as he did so.

"Yeah, I am," you smiled, feeling perfectly comfortable in just your towel.

He placed his lighter back in his drawer and pushed it closed, leaning back in his chair as he took a long drag from his smoke, staring at you curiously as he did.

"I could have this place filled with all that expensive tat again and you'd still be the most beautiful, priceless thing here."

"Is that so?" you grinned, happy that with some true love and genuine affection, a man who had always lived trying to fill that void could feel as complete as he did now.

"Yeah," he confirmed, leaning forward to get closer to your body, his hands landing on your knees to help them drift apart.

The hand that didn't hold his cigarette trailed up your thigh lightly, making you sigh as a fresh wave of desire for him came over you.

You tried to distract yourself, looking around at the vacant spaces, wondering what his intentions were.

"What are you going to do with this place?"

Evan shrugged as he took a drag, letting his blue eyes float around the room as he thought.

"I don't know," he said simply. "I might sell it, start fresh somewhere different."

You hummed, paying more attention now to all the wonderful features of him, lost in your adoration and lust for him once more.

"Would you mind if I stayed at yours again tonight?" he asked, his tone serious and his eyes telling of his insecurities.

"Will you stay all night?" you returned, watching his face grow brighter as a smile crept onto his face.

"Yes."

"Then, yes, I will happily share my bed with you," you purred, swinging your legs playfully in the air.

"Mmm, I did have a lot of fun in your bed," he said lightly, scooching his chair closer to you as he took a final inhale on his cigarette. "But," he continued, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth while putting it out in the ashtray beside your leg, "I'd like to have a little more fun with you here first."

You leaned back on your hands, your legs spreading wider as a sly grin danced on your kiss-bruised lips, happy to indulge him in one last hurrah in his desolate mansion.

Evan stood from his chair and leaned over you, kissing your lips slowly, his towel falling to the carpet. He plucked the fold of your towel that held it together above your breasts with his fingers, his eyes dropping to take in your naked form as it became exposed to him again.

"You're the only piece of art I need," he spoke softly, his lips hovering over yours.

You whined when he dove into your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh until you couldn't take it anymore, shifting your hips to get closer to the edge of the desk in hopes of contacting his body with your core.

"Stay there," he ordered, taking his seat again, his erect cock bouncing as he did.

You squirmed slightly, waiting for him to make his move, relieved when he didn't torture you by taking his time to touch you.

His lips started at your knee, peppering kisses that tickled on account of his moustache, trailing eagerly up the inside of your thigh until he reached the apex of your parted legs.

The smell of your arousal and the freshness of the pool made saliva gather on his tongue, and rather than swallowing down his appreciation of such a scent, he opened his mouth and deposited it onto your glistening sex. His lips hovered over you, barely touching while his fingers gripped your legs so hard he created indents in your flesh, the careful control he executed with his mouth differing from the feral actions of his hands.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, waiting for him to make contact with you, the thrill of not knowing if or when he would making your body tingle.

His lips brushed over the seam where your leg met with your torso, making you jump and sigh out, humming as you tried your best not to laugh with how it tickled.

Evan chuckled, smiling as he swept his moustache back and forth on the spot, seeing this loving, playful side of him coming through more and more making your heart swell.

"Evan?" you murmured, trying to get his attention momentarily as he continued to gently kiss your inner thigh. "I love you."

Pausing, he glanced up at you, his eyes dancing with yours, a mix of emotions flooding the clear blue of them.

"I love you too."

His voice was slightly hoarse, laced with feeling, and not forgetting his earlier motives, he dove back down between your legs and ate at you passionately.

You gasped and pulled at his hair, his waves soft and full in your fingers, your hips lifting slightly off the wood desk to increase the pressure being put on your core.

Headlights from a passing car reminded you of your blatant exposure to the world, spiking your arousal tenfold, the knowledge of being seen by any neighbour or passer by adding to the frenzy of lust that bombarded you.

Evan licked at you expertly, alternating his broad strokes with his lips pulling and sucking your clit to grow your cries, your hips rolling faster against his face.

You glanced between your heaving breasts to watch him work you with ardent skill, his brows cinched together with effort, the dark hair on his upper lip saturated with your slick and his saliva.

Turning your head to face the windows, you saw yourself in the reflection; perched atop what remained of his personal empire, your naked body made into a meal for the powerful man nestled between your legs, the erotic feeling enhanced when yet another car drove down the street.

"Evan," you whined, nearing your high. He hummed in response, holding onto your legs tighter to keep you from backing away from his intensity. "Touch yourself."

He growled into you at your request, taking hold of his cock to tug it jerkily, his moans from self-inflicted pleasure sending you into bliss.

Curses interrupted by his name poured from your mouth, your hand tearing through his hair desperately for purchase as your other braced behind you on the desk, allowing you to arch your back and lift your hips up to prolong your climax.

Evan stood, running the hand that wasn't wrapped around his length over his mouth, a look of crazed hunger dressing his face.

"Over there," he barked, nodding his head at the windows, extending his hand in that direction to guide you, his other still pumping himself roughly.

You blinked in disbelief, licking your lips as you removed yourself from your seat and stood on shaky legs, the numbing aftershocks of your orgasm spreading fresh want through you when you noticed how close he was to coming undone; his head engorged and leaking, his sack tight to his body.

With a mix of nerves and dauntlessness coursing through you, you sauntered over to the window, glancing behind you to see Evan following closely, still stroking himself, his sly grin and dark eyes making your stomach flip.

You held your breath, stopping at the pristinely clean glass, closing your eyes when Evan came up behind you and began kissing your neck, your hands coming up to splay out on the cold surface in front of you.

His breathing was ragged, tipping so close to the edge, making you wonder if he simply would empty his load onto your bum rather than inside you.

No longer needing to wonder, you felt him squat behind you, lining himself up between your cheeks, his smooth, warm head knocking against your tender folds before pushing through with almost painful resistance.

Gasping, your eyes flashed open, locking with his in the reflection of the window as he started to forcefully thrust in and out of you with raw, brutal power. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, moving you to his pace effortlessly, dragging you along his cock and effectively into another surrender to his assault.

Evan came violently, bucking into you erratically as he filled you with his hot, thick spend, his growls of pleasure echoing through the hollow room.

Watching him through hazy eyes in the reflection of the window, you saw him screw his face up in an attempt to refocus and continue moving inside you, the determination to please you again clear on his face.

You slid one of your hands down the glass to land between your legs, taking some of his seed and spreading it up to your clit where you rubbed yourself briskly and rocked on his cock while it remained hard.

"That's it, gorgeous," Evan groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to hang on, feeling you contract around his sensitive head as he began to slip from you.

You wailed loudly, convulsing through what felt like an infinite moment of rapture, Evan's fingers moving to replace his cock to see your climax through. Your eyes squeezed closed, abandoning the sight of yourself jolting and quivering uncontrollably, letting out a final, drawn-out moan as you soaked both your hand and Evan's with a rush of wetness.

A deranged laugh rumbled from him as he stepped away from you, stumbling slightly, running his hand through his hair and down over his face, letting the euphoria of your session settle in over him.

Eventually, you moved away from the window after catching your breath, no longer paying any mind in being seen by strangers naked and disheveled from sex, following Evan back over to his desk where he collapsed in his chair and chuckled again as he admired you.

You sat sideways on his lap, letting him fold his arms around you while you laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in his sweaty, smoky scent that overpowered his faded cologne.

Evan sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss on your forehead, relaxing comfortably in his chair as he enjoyed the simplicity of being with you.

"I'm very lucky," he said after letting minutes of silence stand between you.

"How so?"

You lightly trailed your fingers across his chest, catching them in his dampened curls, curious for his response as you thought how purely unlucky he had been recently.

When he didn't answer immediately, you sat up a little straighter in order to look at him better, catching the twinkle in his vibrant eyes as an emotional smile grew on his face.

"I've never loved a woman at the same time she loved me back.”

He chuckled and breathed out, looking down and blinking to avoid your penetrating stare, spinning the chair side to side slowly before glancing up at you again.

You cupped his cheek, matching his smile with your own before you crashed against his lips, feeling an overwhelming sense of richness that could never be replaced by the things only money could by.

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(Bonus photo of him in his office smoking because he's just so sexy 😩😩😩)

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