HAIRCUTS ! --- dom

[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle had woken up that morning in a state of dread. Sure, it wasn't like this was her first day at some glamorous hair studio. She wouldn't be cutting the hair of celebrities or models. She'd probably be cutting the hair of old ladies who don't want any more than a centimeter off. Those old ladies could tell if you cut too much off, and they weren't afraid to tell you. She knew it was ridiculous to assume she'd even be cutting hair on her first day. It wasn't like the barbershop was ever booked solid, and she'd only recieved her training from the guy who owns it. He said she was doing well, but was she doing well enough to cut an actual customers hair? She decided that today was the day she'd find out.

She was fortunate enough to be renting the apartment above the barbershop. So, all she had to do was hop along downstairs and she'd be at work. It was only a temporary job, and her hours were enough to cover her rent and buy everything she needed. Of course, if she needed extra cash, she could always just go to her parents. They weren't exactly the richest people in the world but they had enough money to keep themselves far ahead of any debts. They also helped keep their daughter out of debt as well. She loved them for that. Although, she wasn't quite ready for the day they realized how much they were spoiling her and cut her off. She wanted to mooch off them just a little longer.

She entered the shop from the back and put on her apron. She'd chosen reasonable black pants and a pink tank top for the day. It wasn't like she was seeing anyone special, and she wanted to be comfortable. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She didn't want it distracting her from her customers, if she got any. She looked over at her mentor who'd been teaching her for the past 6 months and he nodded his head. What did that mean? Was she finally going to be able to use an actual person's head, and not one of those dummies? He pointed to a chair that had been unused for quite a while. It was the fourth chair in the shop, and it was all clean and ready to go. She squeed on the inside, ready for her first appointment. She stood behind the counter and waited, as she looked out the two front windows of the store. She didn't even bother to check the book. She wanted to be surprised.

T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S rawr ! the first post. i couldn't find any pics of them without it looking like he's hitting on her lol. Well one of them was okay, but he looked high.
W O R D C O U N T enough.

[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

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When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
When you walk my w a y , hope it gives you h e l l .[/center][/size]

A low groan escaped his lips as Dominic lifted his head from his pillow, his usually tame hair sticking in all directions as his temples pounded as a result from a long night of partying. He knew that a hangover was imminent and there was nothing he could do about it, but that didn’t mean that he had to enjoy the damn thing. No, he wouldn’t, and he usually tended to take it out on others. The sheets were wrinkled and just barely covering him as they hung off of the bed, just barely touching the floor as he turned his head to notice the absence of a sleeping beauty beside him. His dark brown eyes searched the room, stopping on a single rose on his nightstand, along with a folded note and his full first name on the envelope. High paid hookers were the best. He grinned to himself as turned to lie on his back and stretched his arms high up above his head with a loud yawn. His vision was slightly blurry as he seemed to fall back into a light sleep.

It wasn’t long though before the curtains were tossed aside noisily by the maid as she tried to pry him out of bed with the jaws of life, claiming something about an appointment with his father’s business partners later that afternoon and his pending hair appointment that had already been moved since two weeks ago because of another one of his hangover episodes. “Oh, fuck me,” he muttered under his breath as he moved into the bathroom, leaving the mess in his bedroom for his maid to clean up. He was staying at the local hotel, usually used by tourists, but he’d decided to do his dirty deeds there instead of back at home, so that he wouldn’t have to worry about his younger brother bitching at him. Traces of drugs and drinking were clear in the master suite, one which he hadn’t taken an immediate liking to. But now he could see himself coming here every once in a while.

It was pretty cheap, especially since he was using his family’s old money, nothing that he had to sweat for.

Getting into his limo that was parked outside, Dominic muttered something under his breath as he got inside, giving the driver directions to the nearest and only barbershop in town. He was sporting a pair of shades because everything made him sensitive right now that he was in hangover mode. Not even thanking the driver that opened the door for him, Dominic cursed as he made his way up to the door. He had the first appointment, so it was pretty early. You wouldn’t think so, but this little place was pretty popular. As soon as the little bell rang up above his head, which was met by one of his scowls, he found his gaze going to Rochelle, even though he noticed the barber first. “Aren’t I lucky?” he said, bringing his hand up to give a casual salute to the barber, before heading over to her.

“Well, well, if it isn’t, Miss Davis. What a joy it is to make your acquaintance today.” He stopped for a moment, as if in thought. “Are you actually working here?” he asked, before shrugging his shoulders casually before she could respond and taking a seat, the one that she had been assigned. He brought his hand up to his face, examining himself in the oval window before him. “Charming,” he muttered, before grinning and looking back up at the blonde, wondering what her reaction would be. He could never be too sure with her.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, i wouldn't expect anything less from
the manwhore. and i kinda cut chace’s head XD.

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[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle had dealt with a lot of people in her life. Since she was old enough to work, she'd been working in the service industry. So, meeting new people and having artificial conversations with them came naturally to her. She was good at faking a smile, even when she wasn't happy. She was excellent at telling someone that something looked good on them, or their hair looked nice today. She was a great liar, was basically all her work experience had prepared her for. Now, she had to actually do something that could affect a person's life. It may not be greatly, but haircuts were usually self-esteem boosters, and she wanted to boost all her customer's self-esteem. Besides, if she made them look good, they would tip her more. She loved businesses that included tipping. That was probably why she'd looked for a waitressing job before coming here. There weren't many available jobs though. It didn't help that her parents didn't want her living along so they begged all the local businesses not to hire her. Since the barber wasn't on speaking terms with either of her parents, she had guessed he was her best bet. It turned out that he really was.

She had her station set up within minutes of being told that it belonged to her. She loved the feel of her own station. She had her own chair, that her own customers would sit in. She marveled at the fact that it had only been 6 months since she'd started on this hair-cutting journey. She was thankful for the chair in front of her. Hell, she was even thankful for the impending customer, who would be her first official paying one. She had had a few women but none of them had paid her because they didn't have to. Women in this town loved free haircuts. They also loved the fact that they could complain about every little thing and not have to tip her. She hated women like that. She hated people thinking they were better than her, just because they had money. Well, now she had all the power, because she had the sharp pointy object, usually oh so close to their pointy plastic faces. She could accidentally slip and cost them 50,000 in repairs. That would teach them.

She looked up at the door just as it was opening and she tried to refrain from crying a little. Of all the people to walk in that door, it just had to be Dominic. There were a million people in this world she would rather have in this shop right now, but he was heading for her chair and she had to regain her composure. It wasn't like she hated his guts, but whenever they were together, all they did was bicker. She actually liked him sometimes, when he wasn't drunk, or on various drugs, he wasn't all bad. Right now, he looked like he may be suffering from his latest hangover and she laughed a little bit. "The pleasure's all mine." She said, putting a fake smile on. She would put up with his crap, but only until her boss got a customer and then she'd probably let him have it. Why hadn't she checked the big black appointment book? Then she could have mentally prepared herself, or like called in sick. Although, sometimes being around him was fun. It was always a mixed bag with him.

She took his comment with a grain of salt. She took everything he said with a grain of salt. "I know it must be hard for you to imagine us little people actually having jobs." She said with a fake grin. She watched him with his smug comment about himself and laughed out loud as though she was crazy. "Yeah right. And i happen to be the queen of France. You? Charming?" She grinned in a teasing way. She knew that to some girls he was the cat's meow, but for some reason he always grated her cheese, and not in a good way. She just didn't like the way he talked down to everyone. Of course, she presented a challenge to him, and she knew that he liked that. So maybe if she was especially witty, he'd tip really well. Besides, if she was acting sugary sweet he'd know something was up.


T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S haha. good old chuck the manwhore. lol, who needs Chace's head anyway... well actually i love him, but not in this thread.
W O R D C O U N T too many to count... by hand.

[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

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When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
When you walk my w a y , hope it gives you h e l l .[/center][/size]

Lately, Dominic had been seriously considering the idea of opening up his own business, mostly because he was bored with the little that this town had to offer its residents and he wanted to enrich it, or maybe just leave his mark like he did with everything else. Sure, so knowing him it would probably be something risky and seductive. But because he was so manipulative and socially talented, getting even the people that hate him the most to somewhat enjoy his presence over time, then people would probably flock whatever he had to offer. But he wasn't exactly man of the year. He liked to get things quick and easy without much effort. What else would you expect from a young man that came from old money and never had to work a day in his life? Of course, he did like the chase, but only when he was chasing women.

When it came to work ethics, he was pretty laid-back and not exactly trustworthy. Just like he keeps his enemies at arm's length with blackmail, business partners are people that he wouldn't be fooled into trusting. Everything was a cut-throat industry, in his opinion. Especially when it involved money.

Slipping his shades off of his face and folding the legs in, hooking one of them on the collar of his freshly ironed shirt, his dark brown eyes flickered around the blonde's work space. It wasn't exactly a cubicle or anything, but he could think of a few ways to spice it up. Maybe a few abstract paintings, some photos, and baskets of aphrodisiacs, because he was a firm believer in the latter, pun intended. When she acknowledged him, he felt the devilish grin on his lips grow with every syllable that she uttered. Somehow she always managed to set him off on the inside, but on the outside, he was calm and collected. He liked the fire that she fed with her words and glares. Then again, he also liked drugs and booze, but they weren't exactly good for you. "Not hard to imagine, just amusing, really," he said with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders. "But I guess someone has to do it."

Dominic looked up at her remark about being a queen, to which he visibly chuckled, creases forming on the corners of his mouth as he tossed his head back for a moment, before regaining his composure. "Oh, darling, you're so far from a queen... a princess, maybe. And I know the queen of France. She was, uhh..." He brought his thumb up to rub against his lower lip, before licking his lips with a smirk. "Amazing." He was kidding, of course, but with him and the lengths that he was willing to go to get what he wanted, you could never really know. "If royalty thinks I'm charming, then who am I to argue?" He quirked a brow in her direction, playing along to the little game that they had created ages ago.

He was sure that in another life they were an angry sex couple. How else would you explain so much bickering? It would be far too strange to think that they'd been siblings. Not with the usual raunchy thoughts that crossed his mind. But that happened around everything on two legs of the female gender.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, chace is cool, but chuck ate him XD.
*blames everything on chuck, but pets him*

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[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle had been doing this song and dance with Dominic since they'd first met. It had been somewhere about as pretentious as he was. It wasn't in Wells Beach, but a larger city. She couldn't remember which one, because her boyfriend had blindfolded her and driven her for an hour away from home. She had been scared he was going to ditch her somewhere or something, but he ended up taking her to a really nice restaurant instead. It had been really gorgeous and great. She had actually thought she would have a great time, until they actually entered the restaurant. It had to have been one of the weirdest most dissatisfying nights of her life.

She had only been 17 at the time, but her boyfriend had brought her there to propose. She didn't know that at the time, but he was so sweaty and nervous, she knew something was up. What she didn't know was that her boyfriend was an acquaintance of the oh so wonderful Dominic. She had tried to be nice to him. In fact, she'd even flirted a little, in his sick twisted way. The rest of the night was spent with her boyfriend trying desperately to impress this guy who was so full of himself he didn't even notice. Finally, she just exploded at him and her boyfriend and left. Her outburst lost it's effect when her boyfriend showed up to the car 15 minutes later, angry as hell, knowing she had no way to get home but him. She dumped the loser the next week. Anyone who tried to impress Dominic more than her while they were dating, wasn't someone she wanted to be with. She could live without money grubbers like that guy.

Although, that night had been the beginning of a terrible and odd friendship thing between her and Dominic. She hadn't meant to intrigue him, but apparently he wasn't used to women who didn't fawn at his every movement. She liked that she bugged him sometimes. Although, he probably got under her skin more than she got under his. That only managed to piss her off more. She grinned at the thought that today she would have the upper-hand. Besides, she was the one weilding the scissors in this relationship. If he said anything completely offensive, she could slip and accidentally cut off his ear. The thought left a satisfying smile on her face, even though she knew she would never actually hurt a person like that. Unless they were like killing her family, then death would be upon them. Also, if they were like zombies. That would just not be good in general.

She scoffed at his words and grabbed the spray water bottle. She sprayed it in his face in a gentle way. "Oops. I'm sorry. I guess since someone has to do it, that doesn't mean they have to do it well."

[/b] She said with a grin and threw a towel at his face for him to dry the water off. She then proceeded to spray his hair, ruining any sort of order he may have had planned for the day already. She had always assumed he just rolled out of bed, put on a fancy jacket and went to the bar. Maybe he stopped somewhere to grab a woman to fawn over him. She had quite a negative view of him, but she doubted he cared. He didn't seem to care about anything.

"You're right. You're more of a queen than I am." She said and combed through his hair with a grin. She listened to his bullshit and took it in stride. She doubted he'd ever met the queen of France. Even Dominic wasn't that powerful and amazing. Actually, maybe his family was. He was, after all, from like really old money. Maybe it was so old that the moldy old Queen of France appreciated it. She hated rich people. She grumbled to herself as she used her fingers to measure out what his hair lengths were. He was a little scraggly. She wondered when he'd gotten his last haircut.

"You do realize that by implying you did things with the "amazing" Queen of France, you are implying you did things with like an 80 year old woman right?" She said with a laugh. She knew that even he had standards. The Queen of France couldn't even sway him at her age. Well, she hoped the Queen couldn't sway him. That would be gross. What did she care about his sex life anyway? She was pretty sure she'd never be a part of it.

"She probably just wanted in your pants." She said with a smirk and made her first cut of the day. She trimmed out the edges of his hair to get a base line for how short it all should be. She'd seen his hair enough to know how he likes to wear it. Why he was coming here instead of going to some fancy hairdressing salon was beyond her.

T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S haha. of course he ate him. it's just so like him to do that. on a side note, i have no idea what the Queen of France's real age is... is there a Queen of France?
W O R D C O U N T the number that is there
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[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

[/color]
When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
When you walk my w a y , hope it gives you h e l l .[/center][/size]

Dominic could still remember when he first met the little blonde spitfire, Rochelle. It hadn't been under the best of circumstances, since he'd known her back then boyfriend, but then again, he knew alot of people. He didn't remember the time or place, but he remembered that she'd tried to get into his good graces then, caring about it alot more than she did right now. It hadn't done her any good though. He had disregarded them for most of the night, too preoccupied with the other inhabitants to waste his time with them. Truth be told, he preferred her the way that she was now. He liked attention, but he was a bit of a walking contradiction. He liked to be challenged. The more you screamed at him, the more he pushed your buttons. He was a masochist, in pretty much all senses of the word. So when she finally got fed up and ditched them, showing that she had an unbreakable spirit and self-respect, Dominic had finally noticed her then. It was odd, yes, but it was true.

He started searching for her after that. He didn't set out to find her or anything, but if he spotted her, he didn't mind breaking out of a conversation to go greet her in his usual cocky way. And she never lost that fire, even over time. No, neither of them had given up on their hot and cold banter, which is why he kept coming around. Some people just found it easier to give in to him and let Dominic walk all over them. But not Rochelle. She made it pretty clear that it would never happen that way. But today he was watching himself, knowing that she had the tools to make him or break him. Oh, he knew. He knew that he was vulnerable to her vengeance, but did that stop him from running his playboy mouth? Nope, not at all. In fact, that only seemed to encourage him further. And although she had alot of bark, he didn't see her biting. He knew that deep down she was mellow.

Dominic wrinkled his nose when she sprayed water into his face, blinking rapidly with a light scowl on his lips. "Well, you better do it well, that's what I'm paying you for, Davis," he said, although he was slightly worried now about leaving his head in her hands. She could carve out his brain for all he knew. "Or else I might just have to take my business elsewhere." His voice was low, not loud enough for her boss to hear, since he didn't want to cause her any trouble on her first day. Well, not yet, anyway. He just wanted to keep her on her toes. He caught the towel with a small grunt, moving it up to dry the water off of his face, drops trickling down his eyelashes before he dried it all up with gentle pats against his face. He was never rough with his skin, not wanting to get old before it was his time. He had his father to thank for good genes though, thank god, because that was one thing that he couldn't control or pay off.

He grimaced when she messed up his hair, knowing that she was probably aware that it was one of his pet peeves, but she had to do it eventually. Still, he held it against her. He hadn't put any real effort into making it look good, but he didn't like people messing it up. She better make it look better, that's all he had to say. Not that she could really ruin a face like his. Not unless she cut him or something and then he could sue the perky little sh--he stopped mid-thought when she started talking again, to which he quirked a brow in amusement. Him, a queen? Well, a king, maybe. "Does that make you a man? Because I must say, I find that very disturbing," he said with chuckle, looking back at the mirror as he watched her reflection closely. She was good at what she did, he didn't doubt that.

Dominic thought about her remark for a moment. He hadn't really thought about it. Sometimes he did that, say things that sounded clever without thinking much about the repercussions. "You don't know me," he managed to say, but it was weak. It did sound stupid now that he thought about it. He wouldn't sink that low and he doubted that the Queen of France would be able to turn him on. Not unless she had some really hot nieces. Then maybe they could make a compromise. "But fine, she might be a little too old for me. Maybe it was her nieces that I met last summer, trying to pass as the Queen. I don't really pay much attention to the little details." When he saw the scissors make their first cut, his brown eyes widened slightly, returning back to normal before she could notice. "But you sure as hell better."

He grinned at her last remark, knowing that alot of women wanted to be in his pants, or at least thought about it. It was empowering to be this sort of sex symbol in such a small little town. People couldn't sweep things under the rug here and he'd slept with quite a few women. Some were even foreign, but he'd really done the state a favor, since they'd promised to return on their next vacation for more. More what exactly? Well, more sight-seeing, of course... yeah, right. More like Dominic-seeing. It was rare to find a man whore that was prouder of being a whore than he was. Or someone that was as much of an ass. He had a good combination in his opinion. You either loved or you hated him. Unless you were Rochelle, then he wasn't quite sure where he stood with her. But he liked where he was. Confusion thrilled him.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) most definitely, without a doubt. and i have
no idea, but he doesn't know either XD.

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[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle had noticed that ever since their first meeting they'd bumped into each other a lot more than she would have initially hoped for. Actually, after that first night, she'd been hell bent on never seeing the guy again. Yet, he still had that undeniable Dominic charm, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was curious about him. What did he have that made him so irresistable to women? She was interested in knowing why girls flocked to him when he was so mean to all of them. Maybe they were so rich and stupid they didn't know any better. It wasn't like the guy dated nobel prize winners. She wouldn't really call it dating either, it was more of a "sleeping with" type thing. She wasn't sure if she'd ever heard of him dating someone. It was possible, even for him, but she had never actually heard anyone mention him in a serious relationship. She was curious about that too. Why didn't he let people get close to him ever? There had to be some substance beneath that playboy exterior. She was content with letting someone else figure the man that is Dominic out. She just needed to cut his hair.

Despite their constant bickering and fights, she was drawn to him, especially at boring parties. He could always make a night interesting, and she knew she got under his skin. He was one of the few people she could irritate and bug, and never feel bad about anything she'd said to him. He was often the person she used when she was in a bad mood and needed a way to vent her frustrations. Even though they fought, it was in a way that neither of them managed to leave the conversation scalded and wounded beyond repair. It was a comfortable balance between two people. She wouldn't ever catagorize them as friends, because they really weren't. Dominic wasn't the first person she'd call if her mom was in the hospital and she needed someone to talk to. She probably wasn't the first person he'd call when he found out he picked up an STD from the last girl who'd claimed she was a "virgin." She had the feeling that Dominic kept himself pretty clean in that department though. It was hard to sleep around if you were as popular as him and contracted an STD. Everyone would know it within days.

"Haha. Well you better tip me well, and maybe I'll consider making you look better than you've ever looked in your life." She said and laughed at the thought. She couldn't deny the fact that he was very good looking. There was no getting around that specific fact. If he wasn't such an ass all the time, she might even have a small crush on him. Fortunately, he repelled her and she was just fine with that. She heard his next comment and she put on her angry face. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his ear so she could whisper and nobody else would hear it. "If you get me fired, so help me god, i will cut off your ear." She said with a satisfied grin and got back to working on his hair. She had meant it as a light-hearted threat, but if she did get fired, she might just follow through on it. She needed this job to afford living on her own. She didn't want to mooch off her parents forever and she needed money to buy art supplies. She didn't really expect to go anywhere as an artist, but her parents believed in her, which was odd for straight-laced parents like hers.

Their witty banter always amused her. Especially when he said something that made no sense and she knew she'd won some mini-battle neither of them had expected. She usually wasn't the victor in their petty fights, so every small thing counted. "A man? Hmm. I'm pretty sure I've got Lady Bits. Maybe you're just jealous." She said with a grin and measured his hair with her fingers, checking lengths of his previous cut. His hair must grow freakishly fast, because there was no way to explain how quickly it must have grown. Of course, she was looking at it with a hairdresser's view now. She heard his next comment and thought it was a little feeble, but honest. She didn't really know him at all. She doubted anyone did. Well, maybe a few people did, but nobody she knew. Everyone assumed he was the playboy rich boy who had it made. She assumed it too. It wasn't like she could sit him down and say "Tell me about the real you... inside." because then he'd look at her weird and never talk to her again. Besides, she wasn't sure if she was ready for Dominic's dark secrets anyway. "You're right. I don't know you. I'm fairly content with that."

"Of course, the nieces. I hear they're really big tramps. Maybe you contracted something from them?" She said and wondered if they were in fact whores. She just said stuff to say stuff sometimes. She wasn't actually sure if the Queen of France had nieces, or if there even was one anymore. After that whole guillotine fiasco, there very well could be no royal family anymore. "I wouldn't have this job if i didn't." She said and gave him an honest reassuring pat on his shoulders. She would never mess up a haircut simply because she didn't like the person. That was an asshole move for any hairdresser. Although, it seemed to have worked for Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride. She loved that movie. She wasn't much for chick flicks, but that one always managed to make her giggle at Richard Gere's rainbow hair.

"Now just sit still so I can do my job, you can give me a big fat tip, and I can live my life without a worry or a care on a private yacht funded by you as your personal hairdresser." She said and made some more cuts. Guys hair was a lot easier than females' hair anyway. Girls were more picky and they had so many more options. If one hair was out of place they'd freak. She had the feeling that if one hair was out of place Dominic might freak out too. "That's how amazing this is going to look. Not to toot my own horn or anything." She said, intentionally bragging. He was the only person she was ever cocky around. She just assumed he brought that out in her. He brought a lot of feelings out in her that weren't necessarily character building. She liked that.

T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S that silly Chuck boy. I would almost consider watching Gossip Girl for him... almost. Lol. as long as nobody knows we can pretend. I really like this thread.
W O R D C O U N T the number that is there

[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

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When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
When you walk my w a y , hope it gives you h e l l .[/center][/size]

Not even Dominic understood how he had come about being the way that he was today. Some would claim that it had alot to do with his upbringing, following in his father's footsteps and inheriting the Valmont charm on his way to becoming a model citizen with zero discipline. He wasn't sure why women liked the way that he treated them, often whispering dirty words in their ears or giving them suggestive looks. He often indulged himself in both and somehow managed to get exactly what he wanted. No one had ever heard of him dating someone because he never had. Not really. There was one girl that he had been seeing on and off throughout his high school career, but they had never made it official because neither of them wanted to settle down. It wasn't long after that, he heard through word of mouth that she had hooked up with the dean's son near graduation and they later eloped in Vegas.

It was shocking news, even to him. But he'd seen alot of things throughout the course of his late teenage years. From pregnancy scares to suicide threats to other miscellaneous ways of trying to tie him down. But none of them worked, and here he was, still playing it single. Did he have anything beating in that hollow chest of his, or was it just internal matter? That was like the question of life. People could speculate, but would someone ever really know? It was hard to tell. No one really had the will power to stick around long enough to persist and maybe it was better this way. I mean, if he spilled all the contents that he'd been hiding inside, wouldn't he change? Who would like him then if the girl decided that she had fallen for the guy that she had met, not the guy that he could be? He couldn't take that chance, not with his reputation.

Dominic always enjoyed his quarrels with Rochelle, mostly because she was one of the few people that understood him. She knew how to fight with him without giving in or giving up. It was a gift, in his eyes. If he could pay her for it, he would. But he didn't want her to get too big-headed and float away or something. At parties, he would often have his hand pressed up against his mouth, suppressing a yawn, but whenever she entered the room, he knew that it would always end well. There weren't many limits between them during their conversations. It usually came out as an unconditional tie between the two without any hard feelings. It was hard to find someone like that in this town. People were so uptight and unforgiving. But Rochelle was different. You could even say that he was fond of her. Yeah, fond of making her life hell.

He grinned at her remarks about tipping her. She was making this too easy for him. "Oh, I'll tip you," Dominic retorted, eyeing her in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his lips. "I'll tip and even tap that, darling. You just worry about what you're snipping up there, alright? Keep your eyes on the road." He briefly wondered what it would be like to drive with Rochelle in the same car. They'd taken a taxi together, maybe one or twice when his limo was down and they coincidently were heading the same way. But strangely enough, they barely talked when they were alone in the taxi. He would glance at her every now and then with a dirty look on his face, but he wouldn't say a word. It was almost as if they were putting on a show. For who exactly, he wasn't sure. He was attracted to all women, to which Rochelle was no exception. He liked blondes. Hell, didn't they do it better?

Dominic sat up a bit straighter in his seat when he felt her whispering into his ear, catching him off guard, but he liked it. There was something undeniably sexy about a woman whispering into--his dark brown eyes widened slightly at her remark, to which her turned his head to look at her, giving her a straight look crossed with a glare. "You wouldn't," he stated firmly, before looking forward again, brushing some hairs off of himself and on to the floor. He then felt his lips curl into a grin, knowing that she'd been kidding, and he couldn't keep up the straight face very long. Not even around her. At her words, he nodded slowly. "You've got me there, Davis. Women are much better equiped. But I guess it takes a man to know that, hmm?" He watched her as she measured his hair, before speaking again. "Heh, well, good." And that's all he really had to say about that. He didn't want people to know him. Once people knew you, they could use it against you. He didn't need that.

He quirked a brow at her comment on the nieces, amused by her sudden sense of concern, it seemed. "Do you really think I'm that foolish? I do have my standards, you know. Everyone does. We just don't write it down and carry it in a little notepad in our pocket. But rest assured, I'm not the only one that has been there... they are pretty big tramps, but they're good at what they do," he responded with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He nodded at her next remark, stating that she was good at her job. He agreed with that. He just often wondered what else she was good for, besides running her mouth and cutting hair. Did she have any special talents, like those women that could unwrap a starburst in their mouth? Hmm, that was always mildly amusing.

As her next statement, Dominic couldn't help but interject, "Yes, well, I do hope you know that my personal hairdresser also happens to double as my masseuse." He grinned at the thought of being on a yacht with her, having her work for him. It didn't sound too bad, actually. He was sure that she would do better than the last one he'd hired... masseuse, that is. He'd never had a personal hairdresser, but now that she had presented the idea, he would consider it on one of his lazier days. He grinned at her cocky remarks, which reminded him so much of himself. "That's the spirit, Davis," he said with a chuckle, before licking his lips and resting his hands on his lap.

But he didn't really want to move much out of the fear that she really would cut off his ear, intentionally or not.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) lol, the show is a mess. yay, pretending!
&& me too, it pretty much rocks my socks XD.

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[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle realized that she had more in common with Dominic than she’d initially thought. She was sure that he was a pompous arrogant social aristocratic type who was hell bent on making anyone beneath him’s life hell. Of course, he always gave off that initially charming first impression, but as soon as she’d seen her boyfriend following him along like a lapdog, she’d know that he was the type that used people. At least, that was what she’d thought about him. Then they’d hung out more, and they’d had their witty banter conversations and she’d realized that they were both hiding from something. She couldn’t be sure what he was hiding from, or even if he knew it. They both liked keeping people at a friendly distance while still enjoying themselves. Neither of them would admit that they wanted to get close to someone before they died, because that just wasn’t who they were. She was a strong person, and the thought of letting someone in and having them rip your heart out wasn’t really something she looked forward to. She had already dealt with enough crap in this life, she didn’t need someone to tear her apart after they realized her darkest secrets. She didn’t have many, but the ones she did have were hers and hers alone.

The only time she’d ever really let someone in had been so long ago she liked to pretend it had never happened. Her parents never even talked about it anymore. They had been all up in her grill right after it happened, but after that they just let her coast along because they knew she didn’t like being bugged. She had done the stupidest thing someone could do. She’d fallen in love at the tender age of 16. At least, that was what she’d thought it was, but it turned out that it wasn’t really love at all. She shared everything with him, but the only reason he’d even started dating her was because he’d heard she was easy. Needless to say, she didn’t trust very easily. She couldn’t just sit there and cry in someone’s arms like her mother did every time the dog died at the end of Old Yeller. She didn’t have that particular emotional talent. She was content with pretending that everything was great all the time. The only person she ever really acted negatively around was Dominic. She wondered if in some weird way that meant he knew her better than some of her actual friends did.

She was always trying hard to convince people that she was happy that she could barely convince herself sometimes. She plastered a fake smile on around her friends and let them push her around and did whatever they wanted to do. Most of the time, she only did it because she was sick of having to fight with them and then they’d cry and want to be friends again. Frankly, she was sick of crying teenage girls telling her they’re sorry and ”let’s never fight again.” in some pointless ritual that won’t mean anything in two weeks when she borrows their silk top and accidentally gets paint on it. So maybe that was why being around Dominic felt like a relief sometimes. He always brought out the worst in her, but not really the worst. She was never downright mean to him, but just enough that she was able to act on what she was actually feeling at the time. If she was offended, she would tell him and he would accept it. He wouldn’t get defensive and run away crying. Maybe it was a guy thing.

”Good.” She said and then heard his next remark. She grimaced and then raised her eyebrows at him. ”You wish. I’m probably one of the few girls in this world who can resist your ”irresistible” charm.” She said and did air quotes around the word irresistible to illustrate her point. She shook her head and chuckled. She’d known Dominic for forever and had never even thought about doing something with him. Well, there was one time where they were both taking a taxi together and neither of them was really speaking that she wondered why the silence was so awkward. Shouldn’t they be fighting and teasing at each other in a way that left them both feeling better than when they’d started. It was odd to know that there was someone in the world that she could fight with and not leave the fight exasperated and even more angry than when it began.

She grinned as he played along and pretended to take her threat seriously. She would be in so much trouble if she ever even harmed a hair on the kid’s head. She knew that his family was relatively powerful, and she honestly didn’t want to be on Dominic’s bad side. She knew that right now she amused him. She was surprised he hadn’t gotten bored with her yet, but she figured it was only a matter of time before he found someone else to take her spot. She wondered if there was anyone actually permanent in his life. She had her parents to turn to, but who did he have that he turned to. From what she’d heard he didn’t have the closest relationship with his dad, but that could just be gossip. Still, it had to be lonely, being surrounded by people but feeling alone. She at least had her wacky parents on her side no matter what. All the money in the world couldn’t buy that.

She shrugged at his next question and ran her fingers through his hair, shagging it out. He definitely was in need of a haircut. ”Unless you’re a lesbian.” She said answering his question. ”Besides, most women know their own bodies better than any man could.” It was a fact. Women spent their entire lives in their own body, so naturally they eventually learned every nook and cranny. That was why they were so critical, and most of them felt like they were fat whales when they gained five pounds. She was glad she didn’t have a negative self-image. She was content with what whoever upstairs gave her. She only got one body, might as well enjoy it. She also would be enjoying those snickerdoodles her mother had baked for her earlier in the week. There was no point in worrying about how you look when you don’t really have anyone to look good for. Besides, if she ever did end up falling for someone for real, they’d have to be the type of person who didn’t care if she ate dessert at the restaurant, or wanted to share brownies in bed at 2 a.m. That was just the type of person she was.

”I never said you were foolish.” She said, letting him know that she knew he was anything but foolish. He was probably one of the most experienced gentleman she knew, and with experience came wisdom… usually. ”Although, wouldn’t that be so much easier. Have a checklist in your pocket that you can pull out before someone hits on you and be like ”Oh no, you’re don’t quite measure up. Sorry.” That would just make turning guys down so much easier.” She said and wondered what kind of sick and twisted world that would be. It would definitely be way more harsh and mean. People would have really low self-esteem. Suicide rates would probably go up too. ”Bigger tramps than you?” She said with a smirk and cut another little bit off his hair. She hadn’t meant it in a mean way. She was just playing around with him. Everyone knew that he was a player. He got what he wanted. Maybe that was why they gravitated toward each other at parties because they presented such a challenge to each other. They made each other’s lives so much more interesting than a boring party would.

”If the pay is good enough.” She said and grinned at the thought of giving Dominic a professional massage. She could probably give him a really painful one and blame the pain on all the knots in his back from all the stress in his life. She laughed out loud at the thought of him having stress before biting her tongue and pretending she hadn’t just laughed for no reason. ”… as long as you don’t expect a happy ending.” She said and snipped a few more pieces off his hair. It should be much longer and she’d be done. A part of her felt sort of sad to see him go. She always had fun with him around and then it struck her.

She was starting to actually like Dominic as a person. It was a horrifying truth and she had to take a deep breath to understand it. He did make her laugh and challenge her. She might even start considering him as a friend. That was dangerous territory in and of itself. She knew they wouldn’t be friends once he’d found some other saucy girl to fight with, and she figured that if she labeled their relationship as friends then all these expected pressures would be put on it. All the friends she’d had in her life had always expected something from her, but she didn’t peg Dominic as the type of guy who would label her as a friend anyway, so she was pretty sure she was in the clear. Besides if they were friends, then eventually something would happen that would push them closer, but with Dominic and her, it would probably be the point in time where they’d most want to pull away from each other. She snipped at his hair and tried to think of anything that would distract her from the connections she’d just made in her brain. She was not friends with Dominic Liam Valmont.


T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S haha. yeah it is. pretending is my favorite sport ! hooray for rocking socks... i hear they get pretty crazy.
W O R D C O U N T longer than i thought lol

[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

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When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
When you walk my w a y , hope it gives you h e l l .[/center][/size]

Dominic wasn't shy at all about using his wealth and power for his own benefit. The boy had no shame. It wasn't completely selfish, because the people that eventually did become his willing followers suddenly felt important, as if they now had a purpose in life that they didn't have before. But he usually got to know other people better than they ever knew him. Everyone thought they knew him, based on the gossip and his very public reputation, but they really didn't. They knew what he wore right down to his scarf, but very few knew his favorite color or something as simple as the fact that his middle name was Liam. Very few even acknowledged that he was human, actually. Certainly someone as devious and corrupted as him had to be the work of a higher power. He was the devil in disguise. But was he really, underneath the narcissistic, cold facade that he put up for all the world to see? It was hard to tell. Even the wisest of people had only managed to scratch the surface that was Dominic Valmont.

Even if he would never admit it, he had fallen for a girl before. It was only a crush, always a forbidden one on a girl that was taken, so it would never work to his benefit. Maybe it was a way of self-sabotaging himself, falling for something that he could never have so that he wouldn't be faced with victory. What would he do then, after he'd had his way with her? Take her out to dinner? Try and do the whole boyfriend routine? That would get old rather quickly, in his opinion. He was the type that couldn't be tied down, and when he was willing to settle down, the timing was never right for him and his infatuation of the moment. So he never had to face a relationship outside of one night stands. He didn't have to know what it felt like to be stood up, to feel jealous because she was out later than she said she would be, or to feel awkward when she slipped her hand into his while they were walking around in public and he didn't have the slightest clue what it meant.

But even someone like Dominic wondered what it felt like to be in love, after being faced with constant pda and the everlasting concept of romance in the movies on the big screen. Why did people die for it? It wasn't even something you could touch, it was just a feeling. He didn't know how it overwhelmed you, sometimes making you lose your senses, and sometimes making everything clearer than it's ever been before. He didn't know. And sometimes he assumed that it was better for him not to know. It would change him. He might even, god forbid, become attached to another person and get used to certain things. He liked the feeling of being lost. Of waking up every morning and not knowing where it would take him, or where he would end up. It was exciting to him, although sometimes a bit lonely at the end of the night when the commotion died down and it was just him and a bottle of scotch. But that's exactly what he wanted, didn't he? He pushed everyone else away until it was just him.

Dominic knew that everyone must assume that he had it made. He didn't have to pay for college, he got all the ladies, he had a very nice car and an assortment of limos, and even a hotshot father. It seemed like he was a golden retriever short of having everything. But Richie Rich wasn't happy, even with his cheeky smiles. Although Dominic had plenty of fake friends, he didn't have many real ones, and his relationship with his father wasn't the best. He always tried so hard to please him, but it never seemed to end up in his favor. The more he tried, the more his father seemed to disapprove of him. So the moment he turned eighteen, he just let go and stopped trying. He didn't hide the fact that he got shit-faced or slept with random women. What was the point in lying to himself? Nothing would ever be good enough anyway. So when he spoke with Rochelle, he knew that she didn't expect much from him. In fact, she expected him to act... well, like himself.

She knew what he did when the lights went down, she knew that he didn't mind rattling off curse words like the best of sailors, and she knew that he wouldn't mind flirting shamelessly with her or anyone else, because it was who he was, and she didn't set out to change him. For those reasons, you could safely say that Dominic respected Rochelle. "Oh, don't be too sure. It's just a matter of time," he said smoothly in that ever so sure tone of his as he looked at her with a grin on his features. He'd never taken Rochelle for someone who would sink down to his level, but a guy could dream, couldn't he? She wasn't easy. He liked that. It felt like a challenge, even if this one he was pretty sure he would never win or take seriously. But the faux battle was good enough for him. It wouldn't be long before she found herself some other blonde guy and make cute babies. He would enjoy teasing her throughout her pregnancy. But a part of him would probably envy the male blonde, because he'd managed to find someone real. It was pretty rare these days.

Dominic watched her closely as she touched his hair, almost massaging his scalp in the process. It felt pretty good, actually. He perked up instantly and lost all train of thought at the word lesbian. Even he was guilty of watching some girl on girl action on pay per view. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked with heightened interest, his curiosity and some other senses peaked, before she continued and burst his bubble, so to speak. "Oh, right. Of course... well, I've done my time, I know my way around." He knew that he could never compare himself to another woman, but he would try. His ego wouldn't allow him to let it go without some sort of defense. He had to admit that he did love a good looking woman, but he didn't particularly care for the high maintenance types. If they cared more about their bodies than him, then what was the point of having him around, instead of like some cardboard copy?

He almost smiled when she said that she didn't think he was foolish. Well, this conversation was taking a pleasant turn. He chuckled when she mentioned the checklist, nodding his head firmly a couple of times, before quirking a brow at the term guys. "Well, the ladies for me. I've already stopped at that crossroad and made a very sharp turn," he added, as if he just had to make that point. He wasn't surprised that some people thought he was into men, because he seemed so into himself, and he was a man. So put two and two together, but that didn't make it right. He tended to assume things about other people too though, so he didn't really hold it against them. Well, yes he did, because it hurt his man ego. But anyway. "I know, isn't it surprising? I guess they have alot more options over there," he said with a casual shrug, not moving his head this time as she snipped some more off of his hair.

"So you might actually consider it? Really? No screwing around... well, minor screwing around?" Dominic added with an amused grin as he looked back at her through the mirror infront of him. He heard her laughter and figured that she was probably planning his untimely death in her head. He'd seen people do it before, it wasn't unusual. "Well, if you're something of mine, there's no doubt that there will be a happy ending, Davis. Even if that means bringing out the booze and the little umbrellas." He noticed that she was almost done and he almost wished that he had longer hair, so that she would have more to trim. But he was pretty sure that they would run out of things to say over a longer amount of time. Maybe this would keep things fresh. Though he didn't know what he would do when he left here. Probably show off his new haircut and give her due credit when people asked, if she did a good job. And if she didn't? Then he would still give her credit, but people wouldn't come around here anymore.

He knew that he was becoming more comfortable around Rochelle, but it didn't really bother him. It had been something that they'd built up over time, starting with her dumbass of a boyfriend, and leading up to right here. Why did he come here instead of driving a bit further and paying a bit more? Because maybe, in some part of his mind, he trusted Rochelle more than he realized. His hair was something essential to his look, and to his entire image, and he had chosen her to handle it. It was small and seemed insignificant, but it was the first step. But where was this heading? A makeshift friendship? Perhaps. But like love, it wasn't something he would claim. It would be an understanding without words. But would he really let her in enough to consider her a friend? Now that was frightening. Because even his younger brother didn't know everything there was to know about Dominic. He'd closed himself off after their mother's untimely death. But in the few words that he'd shared with Rochelle, she probably knew more about him than his own father did.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) ohh, it's a sport now? do we get a medal?
oh yeah, moshpits and everything XD.

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[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS
I lose my w a y
And it's not too long before you point it o u t
I cannot c r y
Because I know that's weakness in your e y e s

Rochelle had had her fair share of friends. She’d had friends across the map. She’d had rich friends and poor friends. She’d had friends of every race, gender, and age bracket imaginable. Dominic Valmont was in a league all his own. She wasn’t sure why she separated him from her other friends she just did. She would never purposely hang out with Dominic. She would never make a date and set time to have their annoyingly hilarious conversations, but she always seemed to be open to them when the opportunity arose. Her other friends she had to make plans with, and she had to do things that she wasn’t really into doing. She had to make promises and actually keep them. Dominic was easy. He talked to her when they were at a party or in a public place and neither had anything more interesting to do, or if they were busy with their other friends, they didn’t talk to each other. There were no introductions, and no formalities. She could be herself around him. She could run into him on a side street in a nearby city and spend half the morning talking to him, but if they never planned things, then that meant they weren’t really friends. From what she’d experienced in life, friends made plans to do stuff together. Friends weren’t spontaneous meetings occasionally.

So, she wasn’t quite ready to say they were friends, and yet, he felt more important to her than any of her other friends did. Well, she had a couple of really close friends who kept her sane, but Dominic was her… he was her… emotional release. No matter how bad of a day she had, she knew that one round with Dominic would leave her feeling satisfied and oddly less stressed about the days events. He had some weird effect on her that made him worth seeking out if she ever did happen to see him somewhere out and about. Fortunately, he had his no strings attached attitude, and she was glad that he wasn’t pushy like her friends were. She could go for two weeks without seeing him and then as soon as they find themselves together again, they’re bickering like the last time they were together. She liked that about Dominic. He didn’t shun her if she didn’t answer his phone calls, not that she had ever given him her number, but she noticed that a lot of her friends would freak if she ignored their calls because she just wanted to stay in one night. She knew Dominic wasn’t that kind of friend, because he probably had a million other people he could hang out with. What made her so special?

She couldn’t help but wonder if he had any real friends. Maybe he had the kind of friend that would put him before his or her own needs. She figured most of the people he hung out with were only in it because he was the son of some rich dude. She decided that if they ever did get close, she would want to be that friend. The friend that finds out you have a cold and actually brings you chicken noodle soup or something like that. Everyone needed a friend like that. She had her mother, who doted on her when she was sick, but who did Dominic have. For all she knew, he might have hundreds of people lining up to do that. He might even have a personal assistant who he would ask to go out and get him chicken noodle soup. Did he even like chicken noodle soup? And why did she even care?

Whatever they were was complicated enough as it was. As simple as it was, it felt complicated because she couldn’t push them into a mold. They didn’t fit the friends mold, but they weren’t enemies either. She didn’t hate his guts, but she wasn’t quite sure if she liked them either. She was an impartial bystander who occasionally interacted in witty banter with him. She figured that label would just have to do. She didn’t mean much of anything to him, because he probably had 6 other “friends” like her, but he was starting to be some sort of misshapen part of her life, and that scared her. If she got close to him, and actually became his friend, he would pull away, or she would. She wasn’t sure she wanted to lose the banter fights just yet. So, she pretended that the thoughts of friendship didn’t exist. It was silly, thinking they would actually ever be anything more than what they were… which was something.

”The only way you’re getting in my pants is if you all of a sudden lose yours and have to borrow mine.” she said with a sly grin and imagined the image of him trying to fit into her jeans. She giggled a little at the thought and remembered to draw it out later, just because she was a very visual person and she wanted to have a picture of that somewhere. She smiled even more, taking any opportunity. ”… I doubt they’d fit you though.” She said slightly harshly, like she would to an old woman who asked her where she’d gotten such horribly fashioned jeans. She had every right to insult any old bat that picked on her artwork. Okay, sewing pants together wasn’t artwork, but it was her way of not buying new clothes all the time.

”I figured that lesbian would draw you out of your trance.” She said and grinned at him. She continued to rub his head and check out his hair. She liked his hair. It was easy to work with. Some guys had some really weird hair. Some guys felt it wasn’t necessary to shower… ever. So, she had to deal with their smell and their greasy hair. Fortunately, she was able to wash most of their hair before she cut it. Although, the grease was sometimes enough to wet the hair down alone. That wasn’t really fair to say, since she’d only encountered one man like this, and he wasn’t even her client, but it was still disgusting. ”Done your time?” She laughed a little at that. ”You make sex sound like a prison sentence.” She said, wondering if anyone actually felt that way. Maybe a gay guy in a straight marriage to a really mean woman.

She was surprised that she’d actually sort of complicated him. Well it was true. Dominic Valmont was not a fool. He was many things, but a fool was not one of them. He was rude and pompous sometimes. He said mean things a lot of the time. He even managed to combine all three qualities with a bit of holier-than-thou attitude, but she could see through it. He wasn’t always a complete jerk and mostly their banter was harmless, so she let it slide when he acted full of himself. She acted the same way when she was around him anyway. ”Are you sure about that? Someone as well groomed as you? The boys would be glad to have you.” She said with a grin and snipped off a bit of hair around his ear. She was careful to not hurt him in any way. She may threaten, but she’d never actually follow through on that threat. ”You may be my employer, but I will never be something of yours.” She said through grinding teeth. She could feel the anger seething in her. She knew it was just a side comment and as far as he was concerned, all his employees belonged to him. She didn’t want to push her repressed anger on him. He didn’t deserve it. At least, not all of it.

She took a couple deep breaths and regained her composure. ”I wouldn’t mind the booze and umbrellas. As long as I get to use the deck of your yacht for sunbathing.” She was an avid pale person. She usually stayed out of the sun, but when in Rome… might as well get a tan. She had never really been tan before, but there was a first for everything. Besides, they were talking about a fantasy world anyway. She would never be his personal hairdresser on his private boat, or anything really. She finished up the last few cuts on his hair and did a few last minute measures. It looked pretty good, in fact it looked better than even she’d expected. She rubbed some product in and smiled at the results. It looked way better on a real person than those plastic heads.

”All done.” She said and patted him on the shoulders before going to grab her broom to sweep up his hair. Her boss gave her a stare and she grimaced at what she’d forgotten. She went back to him. ”Actually, I’m sort of required to…” She put both her hands on his shoulders and began to rub. She was required to give all her clients a back, neck, and head massage. She ran her fingers along the bone in his neck, pressing certain pressure points that she’d learned from the boss man. She started to massage his head, running her fingers through his freshly cut hair. She was pretty good at these, and she wondered if it was making him uncomfortable. She figured he’d tell her to stop if he didn’t want her to massage him, and her boss was watching her, so she couldn’t really skip one of the most important steps… customer satisfaction.

A few minutes later, her fingers began to hurt and she gave his shoulders one more quick rub before dropping her hands and smiling at him in the mirror. ”Now we’re done.” She said with a grin, waiting for him to inevitably pay and leave. She found herself wondering when she’d see him again, not that it mattered…



T A G dominic liam valmont a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S Kelly Clarkson- Because of You
N O T E S haha. yeah it is. pretending is my favorite sport ! hooray for rocking socks... i hear they get pretty crazy.
W O R D C O U N T longer than i thought lol

[DOMINIC LIAM VALMONT]

Dominic Liam Valmont
I miss you, and t r u t h be told, I’m l y i n g ,

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When you see my f a c e, hope it gives you h e l l ,
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Dominic tended to have a title separate for everyone, but when it came down to Rochelle, he wasn’t quite sure where she fell. They spoke from time to time, but it wasn’t always with a pleasant tone. They didn’t need introductions, but they didn’t know each other well enough to ask any personal questions. When they fought, it was liberating, and instead of feeling worse in the end, it felt like relief. They took it out on each other, using glares and sharp words to try and cut through the armor of the other, but both of them knew that they were using plastic against metal. While he could take pleasure in blackmailing his enemies, he didn’t see himself using anything against Rochelle. He had his chances to do so, starting with her remarks earlier, but he didn’t. Why was that? Why was Rochelle exempt from his malicious ways, when even his own brother was in the line of fire?

He would probably argue that it was because they didn’t know each other well enough to use anything against her. But even with the random conversations that they shared, he always learned something new about her. It wasn’t dependent on a physical connection, even if she was undoubtedly some pretty nice eye candy to preoccupy his eyes with. I guess what it all came down to is that Rochelle didn’t try too hard. She didn’t care if he liked her or not, so he’d finally met his match. Everyone else seemed so desperate to please him, while Rochelle knew better and he found pleasure in the pain that she seemed so keen on inflicting with her words. Call him a masochist, if you will, but he actually looked forward to running into her. She was a breath of fresh air. In a way, you could even say that he needed her. Even the worst of devils need to breathe every now and again. But she complied with his distant attitude, fitting in rather nicely to his schedule, not expecting him to set aside any time to spend with her.

If they saw each other, good, but if they didn’t, that was good too.

Dominic may know a lot of people, but he didn’t know enough to consider any of them a real friend. He might spend more time with them than he did with Rochelle, but that didn’t mean that he trusted them with anything. Friends are a relative term. Sometimes it was easy to confuse with acquaintances, which he had more than enough of. He saw people in passing all the time, and when they waved him over, he graced their presence. Usually these people were dull and boring, speaking about subjects that he could really care less about, but when he was with Rochelle, they always touched upon something that he found to be of great amusement, like lesbians. Who didn’t love lesbians? He sure did. But even though he had his fantasies and his groupies, unless he was down for a party or he had bought something foreign, new, and expensive, people didn’t want to hear it.

If he was sick and disappeared from the public eye for days at a time, no one would bother to visit him. They would excuse themselves by claiming that they heard that he was on a trip, when in reality they saw him at the pharmacy last week buying cough drops.

Dominic wasn’t in a hurry to categorize her yet. That was the thrill, wasn’t it? Trying to explain the unknown. Just when he thought that he knew it all, Rochelle would turn around and surprise him. When they were being friendly, something would happen to make them bicker again, and when they bickered, they never went away mad. Not genuinely, anyway. They could pretend all that they wanted to, but pretending was really over his head at this point. He’d never met someone like Rochelle. He met people who were similar, but they all fell under some kind of title. She was a true mystery and that’s really all he could say about her. A young, feisty blonde who didn’t take his crap and was self-confident about herself and her abilities. Wasn’t that everything that any guy would ever want? Maybe. But this was Dominic remember? He tended to be blind to anything that was too close to his face. Something would have to push him backwards in order for him to realize that maybe this had potential.

“Well, I’ve lost my pants before, so that’s not too big of a stretch,” he said with a smug grin of his own, taking a moment to look down at her pants. They were a bit tight for him and he would probably look a little too metro for his liking. “I find them eventually though… when the ladies decide not to be so cruel.” He placed his hand over his chest, right over where his heart would be, but no one really knew whether it existed or not. He then parted his lips in a mock gasp, his brown eyes narrowing playfully in her direction. “Is that a challenge? Because I’ve been known to make my way into even the tightest of spots.” And it was true. You wouldn’t believe how far he’d gone to sleep with a woman before. “So don’t tease a man unless you’re willing to hold up your end of the bargain, darling.” It came naturally for him to wink at her, as if leaving a trademark at the end of his words.

Dominic smirked as she spoke and he found it funny that she knew exactly what to say to him. Maybe it was because he was a bit typical like most males, or just predictable, but he liked to think that it was because she knew him. “Trance? I’m not too sure what you mean by that. But yeah, that’ll do it,” he said as he leaned back a bit, sinking into his chair as she rubbed his head. This may not be a high-class place, but he felt like he was at the top of the world whenever he was here. Of course, Rochelle had to be the one behind the mask, otherwise it wouldn’t nearly be the same, but it was nice nonetheless. It was safe to say that she had earned her spot as his hairdresser. His previous one had been stuffy and boring, asking him more questions about his father than about himself, and that had put him off a bit. “Well, it can be,” he replied with a casual shrug. There was good sex and then there was bad sex. He’d had enough of it to learn the difference. “It depends on who’s on the other end. I personally prefer a prison guard to a cellmate, but hey, sometimes you have to settle for second best.”

He liked to think that he rubbed off on people. If everyone acted like he did, then he wouldn’t feel bad about being an ass. Not that he cared in the first place, but it was easier when you were trying to keep up a certain reputation. He wrinkled his nose in disdain when she continued, mentioning him being into males, and he gave her one of those sharp, deathly glares. It didn’t last long though before he broke into a light laughter. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but the boys can continue to dream, because it will never be anything more than that.” He noticed her change in attitude when he mentioned basically holding some kind of power over her. He drowned in the anger that radiated off of her and resurfaced with a bright grin. “Oh, you know better than that. Never say never, Davis. Eventually, you’ll find yourself unable to resist my charm,” he teased her, but he didn’t intend it to be anything more than that. He just wanted to feed that fury that bubbled up from within her, wanting to hold on to it just a little longer. He knew that he could get burned, but again, he was a masochist.

“Sunbathing, ehh? And ruin your exceptional complexion? It’s really up to you, I wouldn’t mind what you used my deck for,” Dominic said with an amused look on his face. “Even if that means a little bit of stretching or yoga… you know, healthy things.” He was always so clever about his suggestions. He could make the normal things sound dirty and vice-versa, twisting words and figures to his liking. It was a gift, one which he honed well. When she said that she was finished, he sat up and looked back into the mirror, running his fingers lightly through his freshly cut hair, blinking a few times at how good he looked. Damn. “Where have you been my whole life?” he stated rather dramatically, but he was genuinely pleased by her work. Then he felt her hands on his shoulders and he couldn’t help but tense up a bit, not having expected her to touch him again. It felt good though and very relaxing. He hadn’t gotten a massage in ages it seemed. He sunk back a little into her hands, closing his eyes with a grin as dirty thoughts rushed through his head, and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that she was still standing there, giving him a massage.

When it was over, he almost frowned, but he stopped himself before his lips twisted in any fashion. They were neutral for a moment as he stared back at his reflection, before looking up at her. “Already? Well, well, Davis, you’re a quick learner. I’ll definitely be making your acquaintance sooner than you expect.” He flashed the manager his credit card, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fifty dollar bill, letting it fall into her tip jar. “You know, word on the street is that there'll be a rave soon,” he began, before stopping to nod towards the manager with a pleased smile as he slipped his credit card back into his wallet. “I might be there.” His brown eyes looked her over for a moment, before he grinned lopsidedly, moving over to pat the manager’s shoulder and complimenting his now favorite hairdresser. “Hold on to this one. She’s a catch,” he remarked, before winking her way and moving to exit the barbershop, feeling like a completely different person.

( LYRICS ) gives you hell – the all-american rejects
( TAG ) rochelle to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) some number w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) mkay, so i absolutely heart this thread
&& i'm looking forward to their next one =].

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