<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>New Harrisville Falls </strong></span></span><br/><br/>OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123766.0)<br/>Character thread<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123767.0)<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/New_Harrisville_Falls_copy.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Erica Adamsson – October 15th 2011 – 4.30 PM</em><br/><br/>Erica gave the boy a reassuring smile as she made a few notes in the folder in front of her.<strong>“You shouldn’t worry too much about that history grade, Thomas. I will have a word with mr. Roberts and convince him to let you retake that test. Though next time you have issues with your mother, you should come to me right away.”</strong>She picked up a card from the top shelf of her desk.<strong>“Both my office and cell phone numbers are on there. You can call me any time Thomas.” </strong>She pressed the card into his hands and nodded at him affectionately. After that she excused the boy and checked the time. The day was finally over. A quick glance at the seats in front of her office suggested that she indeed had no more students to see that day. She made a final few notes in Thomas Batens' file and then put the folder back in the large pull-out closet behind her.<br/><br/>She closed her office for the day and then headed to the exit. On her way over to her car, she passed the principal and gave him a curtly nod and a<strong>“hello”</strong>. He nodded back at her and answered with<strong>“good evening miss Adamsson”</strong>. She unlocked the door of her old banged up Dodge Challenger, the one thing her ex had left her. The color of the car had once been blue but now it had faded so badly it looked more like gray. It took three attempts turning the ignition before the old engine finally purred to live. She drove off the small staff parking lot at the New Harrisville High School and drove the short way back to her tiny home, briefly stopping at the local grocery store en route. She put the groceries on the kitchen table and flung her keys on top the refrigerator. Another work day was over…<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Erica Adamsson – October 15th 2011 – 10.30 PM</em><br/><br/>She maneuvered her car onto a field of battered earth. It stood at the end of the dirt rood that led to it, but it was concealed by the high wheat fields that surrounded it. There was no way to see from the road that there was a parking space there, or indeed if there were any cars around. The entire place bathed in the pink neon shine from the old sign that hung proudly on the outer wall of the shack. She quickly checked her make-up in the mirror before opening her car door. A long elegant bare leg stepped out. Erica wore a dull gray overcoat that reached down halfway to her knees. Her shoes stood out as too elegant for her surroundings, cute little three inch silver heels with shiny crystal finishing on the clasps. She quickly moved towards the back entrance of the shack and slipped into the dimly lit back room. Already the sounds of passion greeted her arrival. The walls of the old home were thin, and no one had ever bothered to make them sound proof. If anything, hearing each other fuck was part of the experience at the “Fucking Gulch”.<br/><br/>A tall, fat man greeted her. She knew and addressed him as “Bert” whilst in the Fucking Gulch. But during the day she would often see him as she pumped her gas. His real name was William Shea and he ran the town’s only gas station. But one of the rules of the brothel was no real names and no acknowledgment of each other’s outside lives. He smiled as he gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.<strong>“Miss Indigo… Just in time. I have a regular of yours waiting in the attic.”</strong>All the girls had a name that referred to a color within the brothel. The large ring on their middle finger had a fake gemstone in their own color. She nodded at Bert and just slipped out of her overcoat, handing it to the doorman. Underneath was just a tiny lingerie set. A black sequin push up bra with a matching pair of lacy cheekies. She quickly climbed the stairs that lead to the attic and looked for her client.<br/><br/>Except for one room that doubled as the entrance and waiting room for the men, the entire old shack had been divided into small rooms. They were spartanly decorated, apart from the beds which were all large and comfortable. The old attic had been divided into five rooms and she found her regular waiting in the room at the very end of the hallway.<strong>“Miss Indigo… You kept me waiting, you naughty girl!”</strong>She was pulled into the room and tossed onto the bed. The man was middle-aged and had already stripped off all his clothes, except for his boxers, which he stepped out now. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but<em>Indigo</em>was now experienced enough to get herself off regardless of the man’s attractiveness. His pseudonym at the brothel was the rather preposterous “Napoleon”. The one thing he perhaps had in common with the Gallic man was his diminutive build. Erica literally towered over him. The one place where he<em>was</em>big however was his cock, which stood out grotesquely in disproportion to the rest of his body. He was in his mid 50s, but Erica only vaguely knew him. That was a rare occurrence at the Gulch, and one she gladly kept that way.<br/><br/>She slipped her panties off her ass and got on all fours, her ass towards him as she knew he liked. She felt him climb on the bed behind her and penetrate her almost instantly. She bit her lip. No matter how many times they had done this, she still felt discomfort at his initial invasion. He almost instantly settled into a vicious pounding rhythm, but as per usual it did not last long. After a mere two minutes, she heard a loud moan and felt him flood her pussy with his goo. After that, he lingered for another half minute, slipped out of her and then disappeared. She was not to turn around after he had departed the room. She turned around and lay down on her back, panting slightly, her pussy tingling gently from the rough fucking.<em>Her night at the Gulch had only just begun…</em><br/>