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Post by dazz on Jun 20, 2007 16:59:57 GMT -4
Ah, the life of the rich and famous.
Alison Blaire really did have everything she'd ever wanted in life. She was a famous musician, one of the most well known names in the world, just under the Royal family. There was no one to meet that didn't like her or her music. Her beautiful face graced magazines and televisions in shop windows and news stands on every corner. Her posters were plastered on the bedroom wall of every teenage boy. Her songs topped the charts and video countdowns, and her wide array of merchandise was bestselling. Not to mention, she was managed by the biggest name in media, Guido Carosella. She may have provided the talent and the gimmick, but he was the man to rocket her to the super-stardom she enjoyed today.
Aside from a few special shows set in the coming months, the singer known as Dazzler was on a break from touring until the debut of her next CD that was still being recorded. It was going to be the biggest tour of her career, so in the meantime, she planned to make good use of her freedom. She wanted to do productive things.
Like getting a mani/pedi at 11.
Then hair at noon, then makeup at 2. A popular target for the paparazzi, she could never be caught looking anything less than spectacular. Her punk-rock inspired pink hair could never have visible roots. When she first hacked off her pop-princess blonde locks in favor of the edgy pink bob, it was a big change but an instant success. Never before in her life did she see so many teenage girls with the same dyed hair. In addition to being a hit musician, she was one of the biggest trendsetters in stardom. She fed the audience what they could handle and a little more, and anything she did, they ate it up. It was wonderful.
Leaving the salon by 3, she headed back to her silver Mustang convertible, dressed stylishly in summery white capris, black wedge sandals, and a low-cut striped tank top. The black ties of a string bikini were visible at the around her neck. An expensive designer tote hung on one shoulder, and large white-framed sunglasses flattered her face. Not as edgy as she usually dressed, but she was only going home again and didn't mind such a...plain outfit as this for such an outing.
A quick drive across town brought her to her destination. Tracing up the long driveway, the gates recognized her car and opened on their own. Just beyond was a sprawling mansion, beautifully landscaped and fenced in. Parking the favorite of her cars safely in the garage, her headed straight for the massive pool out back. Peeling her clothes off slowly, she revealed a perfect body and a simple tattoo between her shoulders. It was a burst of light, a symbol of her powers, and most importantly, the symbol for her band. Stretching briefly, she laid down on one of the many lounge chairs to enjoy the sun, oblivious to anyone watching.
((Tags Paparazzi))
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 21, 2007 7:22:30 GMT -4
Bobby wasn’t really sure where Tiff was right now. He’d tried to reach her a number of times by telephone while he tooled around town in his car. She was usually so good about getting back to him...
Playing hard to get...
It was pretty obvious by the way she looked at him. There was fire in them there eyes. She wanted him...plain and simple. And it just tore her up that she had to act all professional because they worked together. Tapping up the volume, Bobby shook his head. He should probably just be the nice guy and give old Tiff a one nighter. Get it out of her system so she could focus on the job!
Right now he was busy following Dazzler around town. He was pretty inconspicuous. Bobby saw it in a movie once...you stay at least a car length away, fuss with a map, and never let them see you sweat. Follow that advice in just about any aspect of life and you’re probably doing all right.
One time he thought maybe she was onto him, but Bobby did the old turn the head and whistle routine...works every time!
Soon enough Dazzler was pulling into her extravagant palace of a home. Bobby was a little disappointed. It would have been far better if she was going to meet a secret lover or something. But maybe that’s what the poolboy was for! Bobby parked his car on the street and grabbed his camera.
“Tiffany,” he said to himself with a grin, “you can thank me later.” He was about to get the story of a lifetime! Or, you know...make one up. At the edge of the tall wall that separated the property line, Bobby concentrated on lifting himself over with a column of ice. Soon he was standing atop the wall and creating a slide that lowered him to the ground smoothly.
He spotted her near the pool, and she didn’t seem to notice. Swinging one leg over a branch, Bobby pulled himself up into the lower branches and peered through the lens of his camera. “Oh yeah,” he whispered as she started peeling off her clothes. “Give me the money shot.” The camera whirred and clicked as he focused on key body parts.
Man, Tiffany was going to thank him BIG TIME!
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Post by dazz on Jun 21, 2007 13:33:58 GMT -4
As the outer layers of clothing were shed, the skimpy black bikini Dazzler revealed left little to the imagination. She had a song in her head, humming quietly to herself as she first laid down, unknowingly putting her perfect body on display.
Getting comfortable on the pool furniture, Ali laid down her head and stopped humming. She was ready for a good nap and her surroundings were very peaceful. Closing her eyes, her ears were tuned into the world around. Her body was in tune with the sounds around her. There was a calm breeze, and the still water lapped quietly at the pool's edges. Her home was expansive, she didn't have to hear the loud sounds of traffic or neighbors. She could, however, hear her own maintainance people within the house. Those sounds were normal, but there was one more sound, one that was out of place.
Furrowing her brows as she absently tried to place it, it eventually dawned on her. There was the movement in the tree by the fence, a ruffling and creaking of branches. She had an inkling of what it was and it definitely wasn't a woodpecker.
By no means did Dazzler have superhearing, but her powers were based on sound. What she heard, she felt, even the quiet things in her environment. Whatever was in the tree made far too much noise to be a bird, and so she decided to investigate.
Sitting up again, a bit annoyed, she tried to focus more on the sound. All the last times she'd heard noises from the fence, there was always a clicking shutter to go with in. She was confident in what she'd find. But she didn't want to just scare off the little intruder, she planned to catch him in the act.
Ali Blaire was best known for her singing, but she was also well trained in all the performing arts, including acting. She kept her suspicions off her face and maintained a pleasant, oblivious expression until she chose her course of action. Rising from her seat, she stared at the tree though her dark shades, pondering how to go about it. After brief consideration, she chose the direct approach. Grabbing a small remote from the table beside her, she began to walk quickly toward the tree. As she neared it, she called out.
"I know your up there! Don't run away, just come down outta my freakin' plants."
Her voice was more annoyed than anything, and her tone was much more crude than she used for her public life. When she was done speaking, sure that he'd heard her, she pressed the small remote in her hand. On cue, loud music began to pour from the speakers around the pool. The volume lessened as, instead, her fist took on an unnatural glow aimed for the branches. If he was smart, he'd listen, 'cause she could do a lot more than just put on a pretty light show.
"Well?" She questioned impatiently as she got close enough to make out the figure hiding in her tree. Pushing her sunglasses back to hold her hair, she looked at him with a frank expression. "You wanted something or what?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 21, 2007 15:52:05 GMT -4
Lurking in the shadows of the branches with his zoom lens snapping off round after round of cleavage and butt shots, Bobby mused to himself just how valuable this stuff was on the web to weirdos and perverts. He honestly didn’t know the meaning of the word irony, and if he was pressed for a definition he would probably say it had something to do with laundry.
Ali was fit as a fiddle, and how Bobby wanted to diddle that fiddle.
If he had been paying attention to the right things, he would have noticed the hard stare she gave to the tree he was sitting in. All he knew was that she was coming closer and his pictures were getting better and better and...
"I know your up there! Don't run away, just come down outta my freakin' plants.”
Bobby froze. Maybe she meant someone else.
When the music started up he actually thought he had got away with something...until she looked back up at him with a glowing fist. Aw crap! He knew enough about her to know that she could kick some mega ass with those lights.
Bobby held his hands up and stepped out of the tree into thin air. Water molecules froze beneath his feet and he slid down to a stop in front of her with his hands still up and his lens jutting out in a most disturbing fashion.
"Well? You wanted something or what?"
He wondered if it was too late for the Drake charm. Sliding to a stop right in front of her, he absolutely could not resist looking at that hot bod. A cool smile graced his lips. “Hey there.”
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Post by dazz on Jun 21, 2007 16:20:09 GMT -4
With an impatient look on her features, Ali watched and waited for the figure to reveal himself. She saw hands go up and finally, he stepped into the light, onto nothing. For a moment, she looked surprised, expecting him to fall instead. Wouldn't be the first time she'd made a guy do a total klutzy faceplant before. It didn't last, however, as he slid effortlessly down to her level, completely unharmed. The annoyed scowl returned to her features.
Aww...
The paparazzi stopped just in front of her, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. He held his hands up in an attempt to be nonthreatening. The camera he'd been using hung around his neck on a long strap, and the zoom lense jutted out from the base. It wouldn't have been too bad a Freudian moment, but the strap was just the right length that this scene looked so very, very wrong.
She had planned to snatch his camera, but now... Ali sooo wasn't going there.
Dazzler gave the man a dismissive once-over, clearly unimpressed. Looking back up at his face, the "oh crap" expression had changed to a wide, silly grin, and his eyes were just catching up to her face from his own...examination of her.
"Hey there."
Ali rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. Rather flatly, she replied.
"Hi."
Then, she moved right to business.
"Who are you and why are you on my property?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 21, 2007 17:14:52 GMT -4
It wasn't the warmest welcome in the world, and Bobby was sad to see his view diminish with the crossing of her arms, but at least she wasn't shooting at him or sicking the dogs on him or anything like that. That was a plus!
"Who are you and why are you on my property?"
He looked down at his camera and tried to think of a lie. It was no use. "Bobby Drake," he said. "And I just really wanted a photo of you in a bikini. You are smokin' hot!" He held up his hands again, "I mean you make smokin' hot seem cold. I know hot and," he gestured at her three quarters naked body and just made a face that seemed to say it all.
"I'm staring, aren't I?"
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Post by dazz on Jun 21, 2007 18:07:04 GMT -4
The unfriendly scowl didn't waver from her features as the boy rambled about his intentions and her body. It was flattering, but he was trying way too hard. She was hot. Smokin' hot. And then cold? He spoke so fast it was hard to keep up, but his expression got the point across. He didn't even try to oogle subtly.
"I'm staring, aren't I?"
"Mmmhmm. Just a little." Ali finally responded with a nod. Giving him another look over, her scowl softened and she seemed satisfied with his response, or at least with the fact he didn't pose any threat. Clicking the remote in her hand again, the music died off and it was quiet again.
"So, Bobby, I'm Ali, but I'm pretty sure you don't need an introduction. You wouldn't be hiding in the bushes for just anybody. At least I hope. That'd be way creepy and I'd have to call the cops on you, if I shouldn't be already."
As she threatened to call authorites, her voice held more of a joking tone. She'd dealt with paparazzi before, and to date this was her friendliest interaction with one. But this guy just seemed a harmless goof, so she didn't chase him away just yet.
Satisfied with a name, Ali turned her back to him, motioning for him to follow to the other side of the pool. Before anything else was said, she wanted to put pants on again. Plus, as they moved dangerously close to the edge of the pool, she had something planned. Nobody invaded her privacy and got away completely unscathed...
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 21, 2007 18:45:22 GMT -4
It was a good thing he stopped before using the word 'bootylicious'.
"Nice to meet you guys," Bobby said just as he remembered that it was polite to look someone in the eye when talking to them. "You. Nice to meet...I already knew who you were though. You're like the greatest rock star of all time."
To be honest he wasn't faking it. Punk wasn't really his thing, but Ali had made it something more than punk music. It was raw and brutal and beautiful. Bobby summed it up a little easier by just saying, "You totally rock! I wouldn't hide in just anyone's bushes!"
And he was blown away when she motioned for him to follow her to the other side of the pool. He was getting to stay. Man, maybe this was one of those Penthouse Forum stories waiting to happen.
"Well, I didn't bring a suit," he started to say as he found himself drawing nearer and nearer to the edge of the pool.
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Post by dazz on Jun 22, 2007 9:52:23 GMT -4
"Nice to meet you guys...You."
The scowl flitted back onto Ali's features as Bobby still wasn't learning to stop staring. Guess she'd have to put on a shirt too. Maybe a sweatshirt at the rate this kid was going. Ali again gave him a dubious look as he covered by stroking her ego. His voice was truthful, but she still had a feeling that her music wasn't the most important thing on his mind.
Walking a few steps ahead, she heard Bobby speak behind her as they passed by the edge of the pool.
Just one good shove...
"Well, I didn't bring a suit."
Dammit.
Pausing to address his suspicion, Ali turned back to face him, an innocent look on her face. Closing the gap between them, she gave him a very distracting look, placing a hand on each shoulder. She could get him to do anything with the fluttering lashes and a little contact.
"Aw, that's too bad. The water's great, and I sure coulda used someone to swim with."
With that tone of voice, so full of...possibility...and all his slip-ups thus far, Ali knew he was oblivious as she snuck her thumbs under the camera strap on either side of his neck. Batting those lashes one more time as a playful grin appeared on her features, she continued, her tone completely back to normal.
"But, ya know, you're not a creep. So no skinny-dipping for you."
Ali spoke quickly, the seductive smile changing to a devious grin. In one quick motion, she lifted the camera from around his neck, and then gave him one hard push.
Right into the deep end.
And she didn't feel the least bit guilty. In fact, she was being nice now. She was gonna throw him in, thousand-dollar camera and all. Plus, at that point, he seemed to need some cold water...
Not even waiting for him to pop up to the surface again, Ali continued to her lounge chair at a quick pace, already clicking through his photos. For way too many photos, all she got was her own T&A to look at. Rolling her eyes as she threw a quick glance at the pool, she began to click through the worst of them.
Delete. Delete. Delete...
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 22, 2007 16:24:01 GMT -4
"Aw, that's too bad. The water's great, and I sure coulda used someone to swim with."
Usually Bobby was real quick on the uptake when it came to piecing innuendo together. In fact, it was one of the few things that he really excelled at. But right about now he was trying to figure this one out. Ali Blaire...DAZZLER...was saying she needed someone to swim with. But there was a tone about it that sounded like she meant something else...like nookie or something.
Swim...
The best he could come up with was the breast stroke.
Bobby smiled at that thought, and at the fact that it seemed like a possibility as Ali actually fluttered her eyes at him. She stepped up real close.
"But, ya know, you're not a creep. So no skinny-dipping for you."
He was going to protest that it wouldn’t be creepy if they both did it, when suddenly he was shoved forcefully (she was strong for a chick) back into the water. The water parted and splashed upward as his body hit, and Bobby sank beneath the surface.
When he came back up he spit out some of the chlorinated water and looked over to see her making a face and deleting all of his pictures.
“Aw come on, you know how much trouble I went through to get those?!”
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Post by dazz on Jun 22, 2007 21:53:28 GMT -4
While Ali kept her eyes on the tiny LCD screen of the camera, she laughed at the sounds of water splashing a few feet away. She could see his head pop into view in her peripheral, he was fine. Hearing him call out, Ali finally raised her gaze to look at him.
“Aw come on, you know how much trouble I went through to get those?!”
She was going to reply, but she was too busy laughing at Bobby to do so. He was treading water, spitting the chlorine out of his sinuses, hair and clothes all a mess. Poor wet rat, she mused, but then corrected herself. She didn't feel bad at all.
Calming down again, Ali grinned innocently back at him. Raising the camera to her bright blue eyes, she fiddled with the zoom for a moment and snapped a picture of him instead. He had to see how ridiculous he looked. Lowering it, she finally replied.
"Aw yea, it's real tough to follow the giant neon dot that is my head around, then to hide in a tree. Took years of training, I bet."
Snickering, she looked back to the camera. She was satisfied that she'd gotten the worst of the photos. He probably thought she'd wiped the memory, but she left him a couple of nice shots. Since he went to all that trouble...
Setting the camera down on the small table beside her, she finally stood, getting around to putting her pants back on. Looking expectantly at the pool, she waited for Bobby to swim to the edge and get out.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 23, 2007 23:14:38 GMT -4
Bobby Drake stayed at the edge of the pool for a moment, a look of concentration on his face as he just held onto the edge. The least he could do was to leave Ali a little surprise...
Not that kind of surprise!
But when Ali got back into the pool, she might just discover that it was some twenty degrees cooler than it had been before. Just this side of icy. Satisfied, Bobby pulled himself up onto the side of the pool and sat there for a moment while he pulled off his sneakers. They were soaked through, and he dumped out the water and put them in the sun to dry. Along with his shirt.
"You think it's easy tailing someone and then trying to get sweet pictures like those?" He shook his head and lowered himself into an adjacent chaise lounge to dry off in the sun for a bit. "No way, man. And besides, one picture of you in that bikini you wear would get me mega bucks." He looked over at her and smiled. "If I didn't just keep it for myself."
He didn't mind feeding the female ego. Most of them knew the power they had anyway.
"So why didn't you sick the dogs on me, or pull some kind of fu move or something?"
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Post by dazz on Jun 24, 2007 12:44:38 GMT -4
When Bobby finally pulled himself from the water, he was a sopping mess. He sat at the edge of the pool for a moment, dumping about a cup of water out of each shoe and pulling off his soaked shirt. When he stood again to move to his own lounge chair, there was a massive puddle on the concrete where he'd been, and a distinct line of wet footsteps to where he sat beside her.
"You think it's easy tailing someone and then trying to get sweet pictures like those? No way, man. And besides, one picture of you in that bikini you wear would get me mega bucks...If I didn't just keep it for myself."
As he spoke, Ali gave him another dubious look that said, 'Yeah...right...' Until he got to the money. He contined speaking before she could reply, but already her expression said 'Ah HA!'
"Chyea, 'cause you're gonna gonna keep them all to your lonesome. What magazine do you work for, or are you just freelance?"
He'd tried to feed her ego, but the tactic didn't work. He'd definitely keep some copies for himself, to do things she didn't want to think about with, but Ali definitely didn't buy it. Especially not with as expensive a camera as his. He'd sell those photos to the highest bidder, innocent smile on his face or not.
"So why didn't you sick the dogs on me, or pull some kind of fu move or something?"
Ali replied with a laugh that almost sounded like a snort. His question had been good-natured, so she decided to be nicer in her response. In reality, it was because she just...wasn't threatened by him at all and found the idea of taking such measures as funny by now.
"Heh, sorry, but... I dunno, you actually came out of the tree when I yelled. Most people would run, but you were stiupid enough to listen.No offense or anything," she added hastily. "Plus, if ya hadn't, I coulda blasted you outta the tree, melted the camera and been content. I mighta done that anyway, but you caught me on a good day."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jun 25, 2007 7:03:49 GMT -4
"Chyea, 'cause you're gonna gonna keep them all to your lonesome. What magazine do you work for, or are you just freelance?"
Noting his slip up, Bobby covered it as good as he could. "Freelance," he said quickly, hanging his head a little in shame. People in his line of work were considered the enemy to the people in the spotlight. He supposed if there was someone waiting in the stall next to him to take pictures of him taking a duce he might get upset too.
He asked her why she hadn't called the dogs on him.
"Heh, sorry, but... I dunno, you actually came out of the tree when I yelled. Most people would run, but you were stupid enough to listen.No offense or anything," she said in an (almost) apologetic way. "Plus, if ya hadn't, I coulda blasted you outta the tree, melted the camera and been content. I mighta done that anyway, but you caught me on a good day."
"Well," Bobby said thoughtfully, "either way you look at it, I'm out of my tree now." He looked over at her again. "I'm guessing not many fans get to sit on your patio and soak up the sun with you?" And then he started to get it. "Does it get old?"
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Post by dazz on Jun 25, 2007 15:27:54 GMT -4
"Freelance."
After Bobby replied, Ali decided to hold her tongue. As a whole, she didn't like the stalker photographers, and freelance actually had a tendency to be worse. However, Bobby had proven himself an exception to the norm thusfar, so rather than say anything bad, she'd keep giving him the benefit of a doubt. He seemed nice enough, and truth be told, she was warming up to this goof.
Bobby replied to her explanation thoughtfully. The other possible actions didn't matter, she hadn't taken them. Bobby was out of the tree and on the chaise beside her. Ali looked over as he spoke.
"I'm guessing not many fans get to sit on your patio and soak up the sun with you?"
Ali opened her mouth to reply, but Bobby wasn't quite finished. An almost knowing look on his face, he added,
"Does it get old?"
The rock star closed her mouth again, thoughtful for a moment. When the words came to her, she replied.
"You're the first person to chill back here that wasn't friend or family." She answered honestly. She'd had her fair share of pool parties since living in the impressive mansion, but having some kid hanging out that started as a spy...that was a first. She paused for a moment, thinking a bit more on his last words.
"Eh..." Ali finally began, lamely. "Boring sometimes, but...I'm not gonna get any more into it than that until you can guarantee it'll be off the record. I don't want to read any headline that I'm discontent with life or anything like that. It's not bad, but you guys have a tendency to exaggerate and lie. A lot."
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