<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Content</strong>: Innocent flirtation. Right. <span class="bbc_u">Innocent</span>.</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Luci Boivin</li></ul><br/>James realized that Luci was flirting with him about the time he caught sight of her thong. It was flattering, to be sure, and definitely a solid stroke to his ego.<em>A little flirtation can't hurt,</em>he reasoned.<em>Perhaps even go as far as Clinton's legendary fuck-up...</em>His libido was working hard to rationalize going too far with Luci, and it was winning.<br/><br/>"Perhaps," he said in a low, seductive growl, "a massage. I do backs as well as I do feet..." He slowly let her leg slide back down to the ground. his fingers sliding teasingly up her leg until her knee was too low. "While going to law school, I dabbled in massage therapy. Even got a degree in it. There is one catch, though..."<br/><br/>He stood up off the desk, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You'd have to undress for it."