<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Ailess</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Testing the Waters<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Now how can I trust you?</strong>" she said, turning the tables back on him. The talk of him requiring her trust, and now she had no choice but to trust him. Would he film her and expose the word of her nude body? Her unorthodox way of how she liked to gently step on a man's cock until he squealed under her. No, she couldn't have that. Already she could imagine the bad press around her family. They'd abandon her for sure. "<strong>Put it away, far from where we are. And we'll be fine,</strong>" she then said curtly, lapping her pink tongue over her lips as she motioned for the phone to leave his body. She didn't trust it that closely to him.<br/><br/>"<strong>You don't need to leave. Especially when we've just started the fun,</strong>" she said with her mannerism instantly lifting back up. Her hand found the wine glass comfortably yet again."<strong>What do you do, Mister 'Can't get away from work'?</strong>" she then asked, wondering if he would give away a bit of the person behind the mask. Her gentle digit moved to the slippery rim of the the wine glass, letting it slide along as she decided to answer her own question.<br/><br/>"<strong>I work with big wigs all day. They want useless things dealing with money and power. They always pass the more... simple and carnal urges,</strong>" she added with a shrug of her shoulder. "<strong>I've never understood it. Wanting money over a good orgasm...</strong>" she added.