The Seductress

I stood waiting in my short black dress, fishnet tights down to my knees and black high heels. I looked to the clock once more and heard it chime, indicating 6:00.

Somewhere in the Manor the doorbell rang. Smiling seductively, I went over to the door and got ready to welcome the guests.

"Welcome to the Hillmore Manor," My voice rang. The "guests" stood outside on the immaculate green lawn, shivering slightly in the cold Oregon wind.

"Please come in, come in! It must be frigid," I said in a bright tone. The group of ten made thier way inside. I smiled at each individual vict- "guest" and realized with sadistic humor, that this would be the best year yet.


***I use the Seductress' parts in my story that Im writing, maybe you'll see it online sometime**

Name: Carmen DiNazzi



State of Origin (Please have some variety =]): Born in Italy, but moved to New York City, NY to build a relationship with her father on her 18th birthday.



Age (18-24): 20



Gender (Try to keep it even people): female



History: Carmen always lived the high life, boarding schools, parties, boys. But lacked one thing, a relationship with her father. Her father, being a extremely rich defence attorney in NYC, never cared about his family in Italy, but Carmen's mother never complained about the girlfriends he always had, due to the fear of being divorced and poor. Carmen moved to NYC on her 18th birthday to learn more about her father. Carmen still enjoys the high life, she drives a Lamborghini Gallardo, and lives in a fancy apartment in the upper east side of NYC.



Physical Description (Pictures are fine): http://nextdoorartist.deviantart.com/ar ... -150997140







Up for Friendship/Love: But of course!!



Anything Random: Personality: She's funny, and cocky, bold, and unpredictable, and she has a hot-tempered Italian spirit, it doesn't take much to get her ticked, but when you do watch out!!!



Other: A black-belt in Mixed martial arts (Aikido, Karate, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu)

Keandra craned her neck to take in the rich surroundings before showing her approval with an easy grin. "Thank you," She said, nodding at thier hostess. Urgh, it was freezing here! Much colder than her drought-sticken homeland, and even colder than Denver! Keandra rubbed her arms under her thick nylon jumper and pulled her sleeves over her hands.
"Nice house," She continued.

I eased my way in, though the front door. Shivering. I wonder why I'm here? What's the agenda? I thought. Always like my father, asking questions, though they are only myself.
"Hello, and welcome, I'm so glad for you to attend" A woman greeted in a devilish tone.
"Hello, I'm glad to be here." I said, even though I'm not. Psych! I hate being here you witch, I could be out having a good time with my best friend in the Hampton's, whom I DO know! Unlike you! I thought. I analyzed the people around me as I pulled my coat off. Ten people, most of the guys were cute, but one guy caught my attention, a surfer looking guy with a scar down his face. The scar wasn't scary, but made him more attractive, in a mysterious sort of way.
"Hey." I said to the scar guy.
"Hello."
"Where are you from?"
"Florida. You?"
"Originally from Italy, but I moved too New York City a couple of years ago."
"Sweet."
The strange hostess quickly rushed us all into our rooms to unpack.
"Dinner is at 7:30, don't be late!" she said.
"'Kay." I mumbled as I looked around my room. It was nice and spacious, beautiful with green floral wallpaper. A half way decent queen-sized bed. I walked over to the balcony and looked out the windows, the view was marvelous with a view of the courtyard.
I quickly unpacked my clothes, and laid across my bed, waiting for the clock to strike, 7:29...

Well this was going nicely. The hostess had an amazing house, not to mention amazing looks, and his room was pretty awesome. Spacious, nicely colored in dark blue and silver. Kinda reminded Julian of the night sky.

With a yawn, he stretched, feeling the satisfactory pops in random parts of his skeleton. That plane ride had been horrible, but the stops in Kansas City and Salt Lake City were a major relief. Then he'd landed in Portland and was picked up and driven here to Wingfield. It was strange, him being here. He didn't even know this hostess of theirs, in fact, he didn't know a single sole from Oregon. A few California guys, but no one from Oregon. So why was he here? Well, he was here now, so what difference did it make?

The deep chime of a clock announced it was seven o' clock. Finally, Julian was starving. He stepped from his room and looked around, spotting a few other guests he walked over and joined them.

"So where's the dining room in this place?" He asked, mussing his hair with a boyish smile on his face.

The "guests" began to mingle between one another.

"Hello, I'm glad to be here!," said Carmen DiNazzi, the rich Italian turned New York girl. I tuned in, listening to see if what she said was true. "Psych! I hate being here you witch, I could be out having a good time with my best friend in the Hampton's, whom I DO know! Unlike you!" she thought viciously. Darling, if you hated it here so much, why the hell would you even bother to come?

Her thoughts barely stung because I knew that by the end of the month, most of these stupid people would die for any relationship involving me. Hey, I wasn't called the Seductress for nothing.

I sashayed my way over to the front of the room and called out pleasantly,

"If you could all just follow me, I'll escort you to your rooms"

The group became a blob that sperated themselves by guys and girls.

I took the guys up the right stairwell to their floors and handed each of them a key.

"I have a copy of all these keys...so I might drop by for a visit" I whispered the last part so only the guys could hear. Silly Fools..

I took the girls up to their room, went back to the main lobby and said loudly,

"Dinner's at 7:30! Don't be late!"

Max~~

Max looked about himself and at the others, this was somewhat off. He named all the reasons in his head and outlined the word skank when he looked at the "hostess".

You can never trust a skank in fishnets

Max then thought of placing a pole infront of the door,or maybe a broom? He rubbed his temples and then attempted (to avoid suspicion)to start a conversation with the other people.

"Hey since we are going to be here for a while together alive and all that fun stuff," Max started for he was always a good conversationalist, "I'm Max from California."

*Antonio*

I walked into my room with my bag over my shoulder. Senoritas home was astonishingly beautiful. My room was large, with a king sized bed in the middle. I sat my things down and noticed something silver in the corner. I went over and looked at it.

It was a pair of handcuffs. I nearly laughed out loud. I grinned and walked away. This woman was certainly no prude. I'd heard what she whispered so only the males could hear her say.

I'd thought back, "The seductress will become the seduced when I'm through with her."

I looked forward to seeing her at dinner time.

*****Sorry it's so short. Just didn't really know what to put.*****

S'okay just don't make this all about sex....I'm only 13.

Cassie

I slowly spun in a circle in front of the mirror, eying the long black dress I was wearing critically. No matter how much I lint brushed it, I could still see little white hairs from my dog Star clinging to the fabric. Oh well, I thought, giving up on battling the hairs and reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair out of my face.

People were walking past my door, and I could hear laughter floating up the stairs. Dinner was going to be an ordeal, I could already tell. Being social was not one of my strong points, and it was going to be especially awkward tonight, having to talk to complete strangers.

I sighed, twirling around in front of the mirror one more time, and decided that this was as good as it was going to get. Reluctantly, I headed for the door. I was thinking so hard about how much I didn't want to go to dinner that I didn't notice the man walking down the hallway until I ran right into him.

"Oh, sorry!" he said, quickly stepping back. He gave me a long look, and then smiled charmingly and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Antonio. You heading down to dinner?"

7:24

The noises coming from the stairwell were boisterous and gleeful. I looked towards Abriham my butler, giving him a curt nod before he walked to the kitchen and began to bring out all the food he had prepeared earlier. Each room had something that would remind the "guest" of their home.
Cassie: Dog posters and a lint brush in her drawer.
Antonio: A pair of handcuffs he probably thought were going to be used on me
Carmen: A library of books on Italy and her own tiny wine cellar
Max: He was most difficult but I finally chose on --

It is 7:29, madam" Abriham told me.

"Thank you" I said with a slight nod to his direction before walking out to the loud corridor where 10 hungry adults stood waiting.

*Antonio*

The girl, Cassie, had her arm politely around mine as I escorted her to dinner. She was pretty, with beautiful brown hair and big brown eyes that sparkled. She was shorter than I. She had a very sweet nature from what I could tell, but she was just very shy.

Senorita opened the doors to her dining room. She smiled at all of us, a wicked smile, if you were to ask me. "Welcome to dinner." she said, and gestured for us to go in.

I almost had to pull Cassie in with me. I leaned down to talk into her ear. "Cara, this will not be as horrible as you imagine."

She looked up at me. "How did you know I don't want to go in?" she asked.

I laughed. "Because I'm having to drag you into the room."

She blushed. "I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this place."

I smoothed a stray lock of hair back from her face. "Don't worry, everything shall be fine. Now, let's go to dinner."

The sound of forks, spoons and knives were not the only sound in the room. The "guests" mingled and talked for a while before a slight ahem from me silented them.

"So how's the food?" I asked cheerfully. Everyone voiced their approval. Now that the small talk is over here comes the fun part.

"So now I'm sure your all wondering...what the hell am I doing here? Who the heck am I and why the hell was I invited?" I began seriously.

"Yeah! Why the fuck are we here?!" yelled one of the "guests".

"I'm sure you all like money, I presume. Everyone loves money and everyone wants a lot of it. Now how wpould you feel if I told you that you could have over 10 million dollars in a month?" I asked. The table errupted in hoots and squeals of joy but I detected one skeptical sigh...must be Max, he did call me a skank after all...which I wasn't to tell you the truth, I just enjoyed murd-

"So how do we get it?!" Antonio said, dark eyes swimming with appraise.

"Just live here for one month. That's it. All you got to do is live here for a month" I asked. I wasn't lying, you did have to live here for a month.

"Why the hell would a normal person like yourself pay a bunch of strangers millions of dollars to live in a 5 star house?" said Max.

"Easy, I want to turn this place into a resort, after my father and mother died I ws left with this entire estate. It feels a bit lonely with only me and Abriham, my butler so I decided why not turn this place into a family getaway?"

Ma only replied with a murmer of something that sounded like liar. Ahh...so that's what it's going to be like.

"And everyone, I just want to say you can leave at anytime you want, but you won't receive any money. Really ANY time you want" I said to the crowd smiling sweetly.

"I'm sure this will be a fun month"

Stay in this place for a month and get 10 million dollars? There was a catch somewhere. Had to be, but analyze as much as he could, he couldn't find a single way for a scam to be slipped in.

If all it took was to stay here a month, Julian was sure to return home with an extra 10 mil in his pockets.

Her turned to the girl who had spoken to him earlier. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to have an extra ten million dollars."

"It's a pretty nice amount." She said, not as excited as the others. Julian gave her a once over and the reason became clear. Designer clothes and accessories, though which ones he couldn't tell, he just knew that clothes that nice usually had some name on them somewhere.

"That's one way to put it." Julian said, a slight smirk on his face.

Cassie

Everyone fell silent after the woman had made her announcement. I pushed a piece of food around my plate with my fork, thinking hard. Maybe she really was just a lonely person. But I doubted it, and from the suspicious look on one man's face - Max, I think? - I could tell that I wasn't the only one who didn't believe her.

"Ten million dollars?" Antonio murmured in my ear. "Pretty cool, huh?"

I looked up from my plate and met his eyes, noticing for the first time how pretty and intense they were. My breath caught in my throat. Whoa, I thought, scrambling to remember what he had just asked me. "Um," I said, "yeah. Awesome."

"I'll say!" Julian said enthusiastically from across the table. Antonio turned to say something to him, and I looked back at my plate. I am not looking for a relationship, I am not looking for a relationship, I silently chanted to myself.