Post by Arianny DeLise on Jul 10, 2016 5:40:38 GMT
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♥ Thursday, July 7th 2016 - Dunkin' Donuts
Arianny sat behind the wheel of her 2015 Mercedes Benz AMG S model and sighed heavily. She wasn't exactly happy with what she was about to do but she had no choice in the matter. Jack Owyns, the love of her young life, had become a serious problem. He had gone out of his way to make the lives of Arianny and her bestie, Mondae Chaos, completely miserable.
It had all started back in Deathcore when Frankie Dayz, the “protector” of Ian Echo, had hired Jack to take out the Mean Girls. He had wanted revenge for the fact Arianny and Mondae had put Ian in a coma. Jack had shown up with guns blazing and taken both girls out at the end of one of the company’s Netflix tapings.
When Jack had stomped on Arianny’s perfect face, she had decided then and there that “The Villain” was the one for her. It didn't matter that he wanted her buried six feet under. It didn't matter that Ari and Money had conspired together to try and murder 9-year old MacKenzie Green Owyns or whatever the hell her name actually was. And it didn't even matter that Jack had nearly killed Arianny’s sweet friend Oddball.
Arianny Blake was completely obsessed with Jack Owyns. There would never be another man for her.
Before getting out of the car, Arianny pulled up the RSW social interaction site and took a final look at the Font Candy App gif she had made of Jack the other night. Her perfectly manicured fingers stroked his digital cheek.
“We could have been perfect together,” she whispered. “The Villain and The Princess would have been a perfect love story. Why couldn't you have just let your grudge go? Why didn't you just give in to me? Why did you have to desecrate Gabe’s body and send Mondae off an emotional cliff?” Arianny sat back against the black leather seats. “Why couldn't you have just stayed in jail?”
Thinking of Jack and Georgia, likely somewhere having ridiculous sex, caused the delusional 18-year old to clench her free hand into a fist. “Everything would have been fine if you had just stayed away. None of this would have happened. We could have found each other some other way. But instead you decided to target me and my family and I can not forgive that. And I will never forgive you for fucking Georgia DeLise. Ever. Once your gone, your whore will pay and she will pay dearly. You know enough about MGM now to know that if you fuck with us, you will go down in flames. And when she spread her legs for you, she signed her own death certificate.”
Arianny gave the gif one last look before she exited the app and switched the ignition off in her obnoxious car. She placed the phone inside her Prada bag and took a minute to check her reflection out. She looked picture perfect, sexy as hell, and knew the little romper she was wearing complimented her figure more than any dress inside her closet ever could. Officer Dawson was about to become the luckiest cop in all of San Francisco.
♥ About 30 Minutes Later...
A sheepish looking Officer Dawson zipped his pants up and sat up in the backseat of his police car. Beside him, Arianny was adjusting the top of her romper which had slipped down to show the top of her little white lace strapless bra. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, wiped that on the seat of the car, and turned to face the helpless cop.
“So Jack showed you a sex tape of him and Georgia DeLise?” Arianny’s composure was surprisingly intact as she repeated the information Officer Dawson had admitted during his climax. “And apparently the time stamp on the video matched Braydon’s time of death?”
Officer Dawson, who was leering at the princess like he wanted to bone her, nodded.
“That's fascinating,” Arianny mused. “You know, I'm not an expert when it comes to medical stuff and this whole crime thing, but how can the exact time of death be determined for a dead body? And like actually, what kind of shitty police department decides that a grainy little cellphone video is actually enough to acquit a man with a known criminal history of murder? You do know that Jack has been in jail for murder before, right? He also has a known history of assault. In fact, my friends and I seem to be his favorites targets and thanks to the fact your negligence let him out of jail, I'll probably be the next body your coroner gets to examine.”
Arianny grabbed her cellphone from the seat and pulled up her pictures. She skipped right through her collection of Dick Fusco penis pictures (God rest his soul) and showed Officer Dawson a picture of Oddball before Arianny had paid for his medical expenses. Officer Dawson looked like he wanted to vomit.
“This is what he did to a Make A Wish kid. This is the man you put back on the streets. Little Jeffrey just wanted to see his hero in person and Jack beat him bloody for no reason. Sadly, Jeffrey’s family won't press charges but something has to be done. How much did Georgia pay you to let her boyfriend go?”
Arianny tossed her phone back in her bag and placed a hand on Officer Dawson’s thigh. “Look, I'm not going to tell you how to do your job but by letting Jack and Georgia get one over on you and the San Francisco Police Department, you have endangered so many people. Jack is a serial killer and he isn't going to stop at Braydon.” Arianny’s beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Jack has threatened me so many times and even told my two friends he was going to put a bullet in both of their heads. I took a screenshot of the message he posted on their social media timeline. It's since been deleted because Georgia made him. Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare would definitely be willing to speak to you about that. I know they'll testify.”
Arianny inched her hand up towards Officer Dawson’s crotch and she scooted closer to him. “Even though I'm sure Georgia paid this police department to cover up Braydon’s horrific murder, you can't just let Jack go based on a cellphone video. Anyone can alter a time stamp. I have an app on my phone that lets me do that. It's so easy. You've got to arrest Jack and take another look at the evidence. You will be saving so many lives.”
She touched her other hand to the officer’s chest and pushed her body next to his. “Save my life, Officer Dawson. I swear you won't regret it.” Arianny closed her eyes and brought her lips to Officer Dawson’s. She kissed him with need and total urgency. Her hand gripped his shirt and the other began stroking his hard-on through his pants.
After a moment, Dawson was forced to pull away. “I want to fuck you,” he admitted and Arianny smiled, running her finger’s through the man’s greying hair. “I'll give you my virginity if you take another look at the case against Jack Owyns. I've never had sex before but I can only imagine that it will be the most passionate and wonderful thing ever to experience with someone who holds my life in his strong, capable hands.”
Arianny licked her lips and backed away. Officer Dawson knew what he had to do. “I'll reopen my file on Jack Owyns,” he promised.
Arianny touched her hand to her heart and looked relieved and grateful. “Thank you. I promise you that you will be rewarded. The little taste of pleasure I gave you earlier is going to pale in comparison to what else I'm willing to give you.” She winked.
“Are you really a virgin?”
Arianny shrugged and gave the older man a coy smile. “You'll find out soon enough.” She tapped Officer Dawson’s nose with her finger and opened the door of his car. “You'll be getting a call soon with some instructions on how to handle this. Jack is a dangerous man and I need my strong, brave officer to stay safe.”
Before getting out of the car, Arianny gave Dawson a peck on the cheek. After shutting the door, she hoisted her bag on her shoulder. The most impressive thing about the entire situation is that she never once had to mention the money she was carrying around in case she would have had to bribe the man.
It was perfect.
Jack Owyns was going down because if Arianny couldn't have him, then neither could anyone else. She had only had to give up a blow job in order to get that done. Mondae was going to handle the next phase of their plan and the former heiress had free spending money for the day.
“Love it,” she whispered and headed off in the direction of her Mercedes.
It had all started back in Deathcore when Frankie Dayz, the “protector” of Ian Echo, had hired Jack to take out the Mean Girls. He had wanted revenge for the fact Arianny and Mondae had put Ian in a coma. Jack had shown up with guns blazing and taken both girls out at the end of one of the company’s Netflix tapings.
When Jack had stomped on Arianny’s perfect face, she had decided then and there that “The Villain” was the one for her. It didn't matter that he wanted her buried six feet under. It didn't matter that Ari and Money had conspired together to try and murder 9-year old MacKenzie Green Owyns or whatever the hell her name actually was. And it didn't even matter that Jack had nearly killed Arianny’s sweet friend Oddball.
Arianny Blake was completely obsessed with Jack Owyns. There would never be another man for her.
Before getting out of the car, Arianny pulled up the RSW social interaction site and took a final look at the Font Candy App gif she had made of Jack the other night. Her perfectly manicured fingers stroked his digital cheek.
“We could have been perfect together,” she whispered. “The Villain and The Princess would have been a perfect love story. Why couldn't you have just let your grudge go? Why didn't you just give in to me? Why did you have to desecrate Gabe’s body and send Mondae off an emotional cliff?” Arianny sat back against the black leather seats. “Why couldn't you have just stayed in jail?”
Thinking of Jack and Georgia, likely somewhere having ridiculous sex, caused the delusional 18-year old to clench her free hand into a fist. “Everything would have been fine if you had just stayed away. None of this would have happened. We could have found each other some other way. But instead you decided to target me and my family and I can not forgive that. And I will never forgive you for fucking Georgia DeLise. Ever. Once your gone, your whore will pay and she will pay dearly. You know enough about MGM now to know that if you fuck with us, you will go down in flames. And when she spread her legs for you, she signed her own death certificate.”
Arianny gave the gif one last look before she exited the app and switched the ignition off in her obnoxious car. She placed the phone inside her Prada bag and took a minute to check her reflection out. She looked picture perfect, sexy as hell, and knew the little romper she was wearing complimented her figure more than any dress inside her closet ever could. Officer Dawson was about to become the luckiest cop in all of San Francisco.
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♥ About 30 Minutes Later...
A sheepish looking Officer Dawson zipped his pants up and sat up in the backseat of his police car. Beside him, Arianny was adjusting the top of her romper which had slipped down to show the top of her little white lace strapless bra. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, wiped that on the seat of the car, and turned to face the helpless cop.
“So Jack showed you a sex tape of him and Georgia DeLise?” Arianny’s composure was surprisingly intact as she repeated the information Officer Dawson had admitted during his climax. “And apparently the time stamp on the video matched Braydon’s time of death?”
Officer Dawson, who was leering at the princess like he wanted to bone her, nodded.
“That's fascinating,” Arianny mused. “You know, I'm not an expert when it comes to medical stuff and this whole crime thing, but how can the exact time of death be determined for a dead body? And like actually, what kind of shitty police department decides that a grainy little cellphone video is actually enough to acquit a man with a known criminal history of murder? You do know that Jack has been in jail for murder before, right? He also has a known history of assault. In fact, my friends and I seem to be his favorites targets and thanks to the fact your negligence let him out of jail, I'll probably be the next body your coroner gets to examine.”
Arianny grabbed her cellphone from the seat and pulled up her pictures. She skipped right through her collection of Dick Fusco penis pictures (God rest his soul) and showed Officer Dawson a picture of Oddball before Arianny had paid for his medical expenses. Officer Dawson looked like he wanted to vomit.
“This is what he did to a Make A Wish kid. This is the man you put back on the streets. Little Jeffrey just wanted to see his hero in person and Jack beat him bloody for no reason. Sadly, Jeffrey’s family won't press charges but something has to be done. How much did Georgia pay you to let her boyfriend go?”
Arianny tossed her phone back in her bag and placed a hand on Officer Dawson’s thigh. “Look, I'm not going to tell you how to do your job but by letting Jack and Georgia get one over on you and the San Francisco Police Department, you have endangered so many people. Jack is a serial killer and he isn't going to stop at Braydon.” Arianny’s beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Jack has threatened me so many times and even told my two friends he was going to put a bullet in both of their heads. I took a screenshot of the message he posted on their social media timeline. It's since been deleted because Georgia made him. Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare would definitely be willing to speak to you about that. I know they'll testify.”
Arianny inched her hand up towards Officer Dawson’s crotch and she scooted closer to him. “Even though I'm sure Georgia paid this police department to cover up Braydon’s horrific murder, you can't just let Jack go based on a cellphone video. Anyone can alter a time stamp. I have an app on my phone that lets me do that. It's so easy. You've got to arrest Jack and take another look at the evidence. You will be saving so many lives.”
She touched her other hand to the officer’s chest and pushed her body next to his. “Save my life, Officer Dawson. I swear you won't regret it.” Arianny closed her eyes and brought her lips to Officer Dawson’s. She kissed him with need and total urgency. Her hand gripped his shirt and the other began stroking his hard-on through his pants.
After a moment, Dawson was forced to pull away. “I want to fuck you,” he admitted and Arianny smiled, running her finger’s through the man’s greying hair. “I'll give you my virginity if you take another look at the case against Jack Owyns. I've never had sex before but I can only imagine that it will be the most passionate and wonderful thing ever to experience with someone who holds my life in his strong, capable hands.”
Arianny licked her lips and backed away. Officer Dawson knew what he had to do. “I'll reopen my file on Jack Owyns,” he promised.
Arianny touched her hand to her heart and looked relieved and grateful. “Thank you. I promise you that you will be rewarded. The little taste of pleasure I gave you earlier is going to pale in comparison to what else I'm willing to give you.” She winked.
“Are you really a virgin?”
Arianny shrugged and gave the older man a coy smile. “You'll find out soon enough.” She tapped Officer Dawson’s nose with her finger and opened the door of his car. “You'll be getting a call soon with some instructions on how to handle this. Jack is a dangerous man and I need my strong, brave officer to stay safe.”
Before getting out of the car, Arianny gave Dawson a peck on the cheek. After shutting the door, she hoisted her bag on her shoulder. The most impressive thing about the entire situation is that she never once had to mention the money she was carrying around in case she would have had to bribe the man.
It was perfect.
Jack Owyns was going down because if Arianny couldn't have him, then neither could anyone else. She had only had to give up a blow job in order to get that done. Mondae was going to handle the next phase of their plan and the former heiress had free spending money for the day.
“Love it,” she whispered and headed off in the direction of her Mercedes.
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