<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">His lips had her warm and pliant through both taste and technique. The flavor of him upon her tongue was heady and stimulating and invited thoughts of knowing more. Of tasting more. Already arousal held her in its grasp and she was breathless under his hands, the rough grope he gave enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. She did so love a man unafraid to take. It begged for her to reciprocate and raised her lusts more quickly and sharply than anything. Plus the whole stranger in the dark thing was just flat out doing it for her.<br/><br/>In truth the only thing that kept her from going for his belt right there in that dark ass closet was the promise of more. A game, he'd said. Well she did indeed like to play and Charlie had always been something of a glutton for punishment. Why take the easy route? She was almost sure that he wouldn't object if she declined to play and instead offered to screw him right here in this closet or at least drop to her knees and suck him off. She wanted to. But she was also curious. Such instant gratification could only bring about a certain level of satisfaction, right? Did that threshold increase with the introduction of a set of parameters that drew things out and turned it into something else altogether?<br/><br/>Who the fuck knew really. <br/><br/>Her arms slipped up his chest, roaming and mapping the taut planes of his body. Nails on skin, she touched as he had, without delicacy or hesitation. Though the rougher edge to his touch had her hands twisting to grab hold of his shirt and pull closer. Her back arched enough to push her tits into his grasp and Charlie barely resisted the urge to boost herself up to wrap her legs around him.<br/><br/>"Mmm, I think I like the sound of that," her lips trailed from his and she nipped at his ear, her body writhing to get closer. "Where will I find the clues?"</span>