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cmk418Title: Will I Be Pretty?
Character: Claire
Rating: R
Word Count: 356
Setting: Season 4(a)
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“Gloria.”
It was just a word, right? Just a word. Part of an orgasmic litany that no man should be held accountable for when the sex was over. Ryan’s whisper of another woman’s name held no more weight than Lopresti’s “You like that, don’t you, slut?” or McManus’ “Love you”. Those words were just another kind of release for them, a verbal climax.
So why did “Gloria” piss her off so much? She felt nothing for Ryan O’Reily. True, he was the best lay she’d had in months, but that was all it was. When it was done, they went back to their prisoner/C.O. relationship. She didn’t fantasize about what she wanted to do to Ryan. Well, other than the one with him lying on the floor naked with her boot pressing down on his throat, but that was the exception.
Maybe it was the fact that Gloria was here. Day in and day out, she had to face McManus’ little advocate. The Latina, who probably did nothing more than pull her hair back in a little ponytail every morning, had every man in Oz panting after her. Claire, on the other hand, spent an hour in front of the mirror each morning, and still had to be the one to make the first move.
As she reapplied her lipstick, she surveyed herself in the mirror. She was never the type that the boys would call “pretty”. It wasn’t that she was bad looking. No. But there was nothing particularly remarkable about her. And compared to Gloria with those exotic good looks, she was downright invisible.
But Claire had known since she was in junior high, there was no quicker way to get a man’s attention than an offer of sex. And what she didn’t possess in the way of looks, she easily made up for in talent, imagination, and willingness. That’s what brought them to her on a regular basis. No man, not even the sanctimonious Tim McManus, would refuse a sure thing.
She smiled at her reflection. Next time...
Next time, I’ll make sure he tells me I’m beautiful. It’s just a word, right?
Next - Diane
Character: Claire
Rating: R
Word Count: 356
Setting: Season 4(a)
Beta'd by the incomparable
history_gurl“Gloria.”
It was just a word, right? Just a word. Part of an orgasmic litany that no man should be held accountable for when the sex was over. Ryan’s whisper of another woman’s name held no more weight than Lopresti’s “You like that, don’t you, slut?” or McManus’ “Love you”. Those words were just another kind of release for them, a verbal climax.
So why did “Gloria” piss her off so much? She felt nothing for Ryan O’Reily. True, he was the best lay she’d had in months, but that was all it was. When it was done, they went back to their prisoner/C.O. relationship. She didn’t fantasize about what she wanted to do to Ryan. Well, other than the one with him lying on the floor naked with her boot pressing down on his throat, but that was the exception.
Maybe it was the fact that Gloria was here. Day in and day out, she had to face McManus’ little advocate. The Latina, who probably did nothing more than pull her hair back in a little ponytail every morning, had every man in Oz panting after her. Claire, on the other hand, spent an hour in front of the mirror each morning, and still had to be the one to make the first move.
As she reapplied her lipstick, she surveyed herself in the mirror. She was never the type that the boys would call “pretty”. It wasn’t that she was bad looking. No. But there was nothing particularly remarkable about her. And compared to Gloria with those exotic good looks, she was downright invisible.
But Claire had known since she was in junior high, there was no quicker way to get a man’s attention than an offer of sex. And what she didn’t possess in the way of looks, she easily made up for in talent, imagination, and willingness. That’s what brought them to her on a regular basis. No man, not even the sanctimonious Tim McManus, would refuse a sure thing.
She smiled at her reflection. Next time...
Next time, I’ll make sure he tells me I’m beautiful. It’s just a word, right?
Next - Diane
