- - - CAN'T BE TAMED!

[ISOLDE MALIKA GALLETI]

tagged: jaryn andrés ortega

God, she hated her step father. He was such an ass. Why couldn't he just get the message and leave her alone? She knew his type. This was the second time he had gone for a foreign maid. She would not let him use her mother like that. Oh no. Besides, he had taken her from her home and her family. You could tell when Isolde was exceptionally angry - she would swear in her native tongue. That was the point where everyone left her alone. Everyone but her mother. They were a lot alike, but some days even her mother couldn't get through to her firey daughter. This time the fight with her step father had been particulary bad. As usual her mother sent her to "her room". That wouldn't last because as usual Isolde was going to sneak out. There was a trellace outside one of her bedroom windows which she always climbed down, and then ran into the awaiting taxi. Working as a cat groomer and part time dancer at park west did bring in a decent amount of money. Unfortunately not enough to move out though. Everything was just so expensive nowadays. It was ridiculous in Isolde's opinion.

All she had to do first was find a sexy outfit for bonfire tonight. Isolde had the perfect dress too. A sexy red halter dress that was thin and clung to her body like a second skin. It also ended just half an inch below her perky bottom. The dress was slashed all over it, it was the style, and made the already revealing dress a hell of a lot sexier. It really made her full figure glow, especially in a silouhette, and really showed off her impressive assets. She loved her body in this dress. Her breasts were always pushed up and looked twice the usual size, and well, her bottom just looked great in this dress. Plus, she always looked so thin and toned. Then again, Isolde did work out to make sure her body was always in peak shape. She pulled on a black thong, and strapless push up bra, before putting on the dress along with a pair of sexy red strappy heels. With her outfit on, she then put on her make-up - nothing too much but enough to highlight her key features - and then checked that her hair was still wavy and framing her beautiful face perfectly.

Approving her look Isolde then pressed play on the cd player hidden beneath the pillow making up her body in her bed, turned off the lights, and then snuck out the window. Even if her mother found out she wasn't in bed Isolde didn't care. It wasn't as if they could give her any punishment that she would actually stick too or would actually hurt her. It didn't take too long to climb down the trellace on the side of the house, and after a quick inspection she noticed she had harmed her outfit either. The first few times she snuck out she had torn something or bruised her ankle. She was getting to become a pro at it now. With a mischevious grin upon her plush lips she walked to the taxi with a sway in her hips. The taxt driver couldn't take his beady eyes off of her. Of course she didn't pay the balding fat man any attention. She was so out of his league it wasn't even funny. As soon as the taxi got to the beach she dropped the money on his stiff lap before descending onto the beach where a crowd was already there around the bonfire.

As she descended into the throng of people where all the men practically drooled all over her she noticed Jaryn or 'The Ego' as Isolde had started to call him. He thought he was all that. He just wouldn't let her fuck him and leave him. Oh no. That wounded his male ego, and so he just had to fuck her and leave her afterwards. Unfortunately however, Isolde wouldn't let him leave with the last word either, and so by now the past kept repeating itself. It was annoying, and yet, she just couldn't let him have the last word. Besides, the sex was incredible. She never told him that of course. She always told him he was pathetic in bed. They had met a party at the local nightclub. She had blagged her way in, not even knowing who had hired the nightclub or who the party was for. It was there she had met Jaryn. The sex had been amazing, and she had left him. Of course he hadn't left it at that, and now here they were still fighting each other to get the last word.

Tonight though she wasn't going to get into anything with him. After all, she had the last word the other night. She was trying to avoid him. She really didn't want him to try to get the last word again. When Jaryn tried he was a very charming and seductive man. It was almost a redeemable quality. Almost. She'd rather bed a new man tonight, and if that got Jaryn jealous... well then, that would be a mega plus. With a mischevious grin upon her lips she walked over to an attractive italian, and instantly began to flirt with him. Jaryn would look over. Isolde knew he wouldn't be able to resist, especially in this dress.

[JARYN ANDRÉS ORTEGA]

COMING SOON I SWEAR!

status; incompleteo
tagged; Iso
outfit; coming soon!
lyrics; everytime we touch - cascada
notes;
photo & template; @ moi

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