[Thread Closed]Break B R E A K Your H E A R T

[izzy]

This week seemed to be dragging on forever, time almost feeling as thought it were standing still. Izabelle's work schedule was full, and when she wasn't working she was working on Warrior's training. She had decided that she wanted to train Warrior to jump. Which only put even more work on herself really. Between work and Warrior she was feeling worn out. The idea of a night off sounded good to her. So Izabelle had refused to schedule anyone for Friday or Saturday. She usually didn't need to take off, she had enough energy to do it all. But working on training Warrior was much tougher then she thought it would be. The gelding was stubborn and cheeky, doing whatever he wanted and not listening too well. He had always been a lot to handle, but she had the same stubbornness that he had. They were a perfect match, if anyone could get him to do it she would. Though she knew that it was going to take quite some time before he gave in.

But tonight she wasn't thinking about any of that. She was here, at Rumor's to have fun. It was really the only thing she was interested in doing any more, living her life every day like it was her last. Because really, who knows when it is going to be your last. Her body was made to be shown in her opinion. Which is why she wore a tight, short, black skirt with a slinky black top that showed just about all of her skin. She had straightened her deep brown hair and let it fall down over her shoulders. On her feet was a pair of tall, knee high boots made of black leather. She was certainly a knock-out, that was for sure. Of course she could also be described as rather vain. But who could blame her?

As the music echoed through the small building, more and more bodies crowded inside the small nightclub. Those who were dancing were entwined together, bodies becoming one. Izabelle's thin frame was moving to the beat of the music, her hands running over her body. As her arms lifted over her head she ran them through her hair and let it fall. Any man would have been lucky if she even gave him a second glance. But she certainly knew better then to mingle with the wrong crowds. She was rather picky when it came to the men whom she came in contact with. After all she knew what she liked, and she knew what was good for her. Her attention was easily taken away when strong hands wrapped around her waist. A sly smile spread over her lips as her body mingled with that of a tall gentleman. She might not sleep with him, but it was still plenty fun to tease men. Though this man seemed a bit grabby, but she would allow it for a bit longer before removing him.

After a few more minutes of dancing with the frisky man, Izabelle twirled out of his grasp. She shook her head at him and slipped through the crowd, finding a new spot to dance. But instead of stopping to dance, she decided to head to the bar. She took a seat at the bar and smiled flirtatiously at the bartender, ordering a rum and coke. Her grey eyes sparkled in the flashing lights of the club while she waited patiently for him to finish her drink. Her hand slipped into her pocket and she handed the man money before taking her drink and sipping it slowly. The taste was divine, and it made her feel energized in a way. Tonight was going to be fun, she just had a feeling.

[mathewjohnson]

Mathew was looking for something fun to do. He was walking instead of driving this time. He was wanting to be away from his nagging sister who used to follow him everywhere. He looked to his clothes. He was in his nice tight black jeans and in a black top. On his feet were his worn out boots. His black hat on his head made the statement about wanting to be taken somewhere by someone. He wasn’t looking for someone to go home with or to take home. Just to get to know someone new so he could enjoy himself more and more in this new place. He was getting bored just walking to the dance club.

He looked around and noticed he’d be there soon. He was hoping to have some fun. He had to work his horses tomorrow before starting work as a bartender at the dance club. He was allowed in for fun but when working he couldn’t have fun. He sighed and looked down at the ground. He was enjoying time alone for once away from his crazy sister who worried about everything he did for some strange reason. Since he got into town the only person he knew was his sister. He was bored of her for one night. He felt strange when he finally got to the dance club. But, he went in and right to the bar first. He wasn’t much of a dancer until he started to drink a bit.

He ordered a beer and put some money on the bar. He took it and waited for his change before turning to sit on a stool to drink the beer. He sipped at it. He knew his sister would kill him if she found out he was drinking. He looked around a bit before noticing a girl dressed in a way he sort of liked. He looked at her for a few minutes before getting up and walked over. “Hello, gorgeous” he said. He always used compliments when meeting new girls. It was just a thing he did. He took a swig of beer before looking to her again.

[izzy]

Izabelle was a regular at the night club, it being the only place she could go if she wanted to dance and drink. There were parties sure, but you didn't really dance at a party. You mingled, you drank, but usually not dance. If there was anything she liked more than riding, it was dancing. She was a great dancer, her body was made for it. Of course, she did a lot of work to keep her body fit. Besides training other people, she had her own work out routines. To some it would seem like a lot, but to her it was nothing. She enjoyed working out and there was nothing that would ever make her stop. Her body was perfectly fit, her stomach flat and toned as well as her other body parts. Besides working out, she had a very strict diet. She didn't eat junk food and didn't pig out like other people. Three square meals with healthy snacks in between was pretty much her diet. But her meals were portioned small and she only ate the best food. In fact one of her co-workers had gotten her started on eating organic, though she wasn't sure if there was really much of a difference.

After leaving the frisky man alone, she could see all the other men that were watching her. A proud smirk spread over her lips as she caught the eyes of a few. She could sometimes be a little vain about her looks, but she didn't see any harm in that. Her hand lifted the glass to her lips and she took another sip of her rum and coke. Her sparkling grey eyes moved slowly over the crowd, looking for her next conquest. She had actually slept with quite a few of the men that were in this club. No, she wanted someone new. Someone she had never met before and that would possibly possess a bit of a challenge. Leaning back on the bar, she took another sip from her drink. So far she hadn't really seen anyone that caught her eye, but the night was still young. People were still filling into the club, so she was bound to find someone different.

Just as she was thinking it she saw a man walking her way, dressed in all black. The two of them looked almost like they matched, except he was wearing a hat and she was not. She turned her full gaze to him as he walked up to her, smiling politely. "Hey there" she replied, her grey eyes moving over him slowly. He was good looking, that was for sure, and she had never seen him before. He had facial hair, which was actually not something she usually went for on her men. But he looked good with it, rugged and dangerous almost. But the way he carried himself said different, it said he was soft and caring. She was very curious to find out which he really was, letting her eyes trail back up to meet his. Her long legs crossed in front of her as she stared at the handsome gentleman, waiting for his next move.

[mathewjohnson]

Mathew smiled seeing that she was looking at him. He liked it. It made his body shiver. He felt good. He’d never met her before but it felt good. He looked at her a little more. He thought she looked good. He was wondering if she was looking for some fun in a guy tonight. He wouldn’t mind going home with her. He thought it would give him a chance to finally feel something for someone. He thought it would be nice to get a night with someone would like to have him right with them to be away from his sister. He looked to her again before sipping on his beer more. He had no idea why he was drinking but to him it fel so good to get away from everyone at home and his horses of course.

“Why is someone as beautiful as you sitting all by yourself?” he asked. He was looking her up and down. He was wanting to get to know her a whole lot more. He looked at his beer and at her drink. Maybe he could buy her another when it was empty. He’d need another one before dancing. He was wondering where he could find something good to do. He didn’t want to be rude. So, he wouldn’t ask any strange questions until he knew her better or unless he got drunk. He knew that wouldn’t happen. He glanced to the bartender that he’d be working with tomorrow. He hoped to learn a lot about the job fast encase she showed up tomorrow night for more drinks and dancing.

He was worried about his heart. He didn’t want to do anything bad. He didn’t want to get heart broken either. He thought maybe things could get good now that he found her. He didn’t know if tomorrow would be better after meeting her. But, he sure hoped it did.

[izzy]

Most people wouldn't have noticed the man shiver, but Izabelle was very observant. Seeing the tall man shiver made her grin, knowing that she had caused it. Her eyes stared at him hungrily, taking in his entire body. She was quick at checking out his body, noting his every muscle. The black top he wore and tight jeans made his body look good and she wasn't above admiring it. Her lips curled into a coy smirk as he looked over her, leaning back on the bar so he could get a good look. She could be such a tease sometimes, actually it was most of the time. He didn't look like the type to go for a one night stand, but she could always change that. She was quite good at making men do things that they wouldn't normally do. Oh yeah she was good, and what made it better was that she knew it. She knew just how far to take it, and exactly how to make a man bend to her will. A dominant creature, she had no problem taking the reins when it came to the bedroom. In fact most of the time she preferred it, because she knew exactly what she liked.

She gave him a sweet smile as he asked her a question about why she was here alone. "Waiting for someone like you" she said, tilting her head a bit to the side for innocent effect. Her eyes followed his as he looked her up and down again, trying to hold back the grin on her face. Her hand lifted and she took another sip of her drink, ice clanking at the bottom. She hated how they always put so much ice in the cup so there wasn't actually a lot to the drink. It was their way of making you pay even more to get enough to drink. She placed the cup on the bar and then brushed her hair back over her shoulders. "What about you cowboy? You don't have a woman somewhere around here?" she asked with a smirk. She really wanted to get the ball rolling with this guy, but she didn't want to move too fast for him.

She was prepared to have a conversation with him for as long as he wanted. Though if he wanted to move things faster she had no problem with that either. Taking things faster was normal for her, but once in a while she took things slow. Sometimes it was nice to get to know men before sleeping with them. She bit her bottom lip gently and leaned forward, resting her arms on her crossed legs. It was his turn now to answer her question and make the next move.

[mathewjohnson]

Smirking a little he heard what she said. It took him a bit to think about it. He knew what to say and how to make it sound. He looked her over again. He noticed she set her glass down. He wasn’t shy or nervous but wanted to try and see how far he could get things to go. It would be fun to have some time to himself. But, with a girl who seems interested in him would make it worth a whole lot more. He looked to his beer and noticed it was almost empty. He knew he’d have to offer after talking a little more.

“Well, I have no girlfriend. I only have a sister back at my house who is quite boring. But, I have to say your not boring at all” he said. He smiled a little now. He actually reach and took his hat off. He set it on the bar and sat on a stool. He was liking talking to her big time. He hoped maybe he could give a one night stand a chance. But, he wanted more than one night stands. He wanted to find someone who would not break his heart. He had already had two broken hearts once.

He didn’t know what to do. “Maybe, I could buy you another drink” he said. He’s buy any type of drink she wanted. He just wouldn’t try it unless it sounded good. He was wanting to enjoy life not miss out on things. He didn’t like being alone in life anymore. He hoped if a one night stand did happen more could come of it. He knew he wouldn’t be the one to leave the bed. He just hoped she wouldn’t if it happens. He didn’t like waking up alone anymore. He knew his sister would hate it but he wanted someone he could be out with and not just his sister.

[izzy]

He was certainly doing everything she expected of him, just like any man. Sometimes she thought that she knew men too well, it left nothing to surprise. She could almost figure out what he was going to say or do next before he did it. Her life was so, bland for a lack of a better word. Sure she spent her most nights with a new man, but they were all the same. So predictable and ordinary, it left her unsatisfied. Seeing him look her over again she smirked, hoping that just maybe he would give her something new. Perhaps he was exactly what she needed, a new man with new ideas. He seemed different from the others, she just hoped that she was right about him. So far things seemed to be going well, at least for now they were. But she was sure that things would only get better. The look in his eyes pretty much said it all, she knew he was interested.

"A handsome fella like you doesn't have a girlfriend? I find that hard to believe" she said with a smile. She let out a small laugh as he told her that she was not boring. "Well that's good to hear" she said with a grin. It wasn't exactly a compliment she heard very often, but she wasn't going to hold it against him. Though hearing that he had a sister at home sort of put going back to his place off limits. She didn't know how old the girl was, and even still she wasn't about to sleep with a man while his sister was at the house. She watched him take off his hat and took a good look at his face. His brown hair was short and he had a bit of hat hair, but it actually looked good on him. She turned her stool so that she was facing him when he sat down, smiling warmly.

When he offered to buy her another drink she nodded softly. "That'd be nice, thanks" she said. She looked towards the bartender who immediately came over to the pair. She smiled at the young man and ordered herself another rum and coke then turned to the man she had been talking to to see what he would order. Once their orders were in she turned back to the man she had been flirting with and realized that she didn't even know his name. "I'm Izabelle by the way" she said with a grin. Typically she didn't worry too much about names, but since they were getting a drink together and having a conversation it would be a good idea.

[mathewjohnson]

He sighed knowing his sister was probably not at home until morning as she volunteered at the humane society. He had the house to himself until morning. He knew this could get better if he put his mind to it. Unless someone came and stole that time from him. He looked at her. He didn't care about his hat hair. It was just hair. He never did much with it. Normally he would wash it once in a shower, dry it and stick his hat back on. But, when he knew he'd not need his hat he'd make his hair look nice. Today was different. He had showered of course but just did nothing with his hair. He had even meant to shave but that didn't happen.

He smiled hearing her name. He liked her named. "Your name is beautiful. My name is Mathew but just call me Matt" he said. He was glad to be here. He knew his sister loved her job more than sleep. So, he knew she took hour naps when she could. But, he still had the house to himself. He was glad to be talking to her. He was still checking her out. He couldn't believe that he found someone that fast on his first night on the town.

He hoped that the bartender didn't know about him getting a job here yet. It would make it more interesting for him. He wanted to make sure that things worked out so he could pay for board and rent. He always needed to buy new tack for his two racing thoroughbreds. He didn't want them to go without racing tack. He'd have to go shopping tomorrow or another day. As he still carried money with him for things. But, it was going to run out after buying tack.

[izzy]

Izabelle was completely comfortable, this was all natural for her. Talking, flirting, sex. It had become a routine for her really. Come to the club, find herself a good looking man, and get him to take her home. She never took the men back to her place, that was off limits. She didn't want any of them knowing where she lived, or having to kick them out in the morning. Instead they would go back to his place, and before he got up she would be gone. Sometimes before leaving she would raid the cabinets for coffee. But if she didn't find any than she would just stop somewhere on the way. Why did she even have her own place? She rarely ever slept at her own apartment except for maybe naps. Of course she also needed a place to shower and keep all of her belongings. That was the only reason she really had her own apartment.

She smiled as he gave her a compliment on her name. She liked her name very much, it was the one good thing her parents did for her. "It's nice to meet you Matt" she said politely. His name was easy enough to remember. A very well known and popular name, so there was no chance at forgetting it. Her grey eyes moved over the crowd for a second before returning to meet his again. A sly smirk spread over her lips as she noticed that once again he was checking out her body. It was a natural thing that men did, so she didn't hold it against him. She was feeling anxious suddenly, waiting for him to say something else. He was the first guy she had met and was prepared to have a conversation with.

As the bartender got them both another drink she tapped her nails on the bar gently. She licked her lips as she turned to look at him again. "So are you new here?" she asked, uncomfortable with the sudden silence from him. If he was having second thoughts about talking to her then she hoped he would say so sooner rather than later. It was getting later and if she needed to find someone else she needed more time. Of course she hoped that he wasn't going to turn her down. He was attractive and she was looking forward to possibly having a fun night with him.