<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/>Tagging: Scandal<br/><br/><em>What the hell was going on here?</em>The thoughts raced through her head as Scandal first seemed to be onboard and then simultaneously holding off. Angela was burning from the inside out, her heat in the very presence of this woman was debilitating. The flush rose in her cheeks as she was guided to the closest venue for release, then given a tour of the room as though she were the new girl. Then Scandal settled into hte seating of the massage table, arching her back and showing off her well curved ass.<br/><br/><em>Really? Was she teasing?</em>Angela could play at that, at least while she had her own faculties, though those were dangerously thin for the moment. With a quick hand, she smacked Scandal's ass while she curveted into the seat. The kiss flared a heat in her, far outside the bounds that the peck should have, but there was too much built up to start, and this woman would not take over. "Oh full body of course, then again, having you running your fingers through my hair sounds wonderful."<br/><br/>As Scandal describes the drawbacks of her magical outfit, Angela waits.<em>If you won't take lead, well, perhaps I should.</em>A hunger rose within Angela as she thought this through.<em>Yes, take charge.</em>Allowing Scandal to face the massage table again she kneels behind her and with her right hand slides it down the buttocks along her thigh and under Scandal's knee, encouraging her to lift it as she reviews the texture of the stockings. "About this outfit? I always wondered about that, when you damage it in a fight, do you have to replace it, or does it repair given time, ritual, or something?"<br/><br/>Giving Scandal a moment to respond, she breaths in the intoxicating aroma of this prestidigitator. Rising Angela reached up, and placed her left hand on the clasp of the bra, but instead of tripping it to release, she gathered it in a fist and twisted. Stepping forward she pushed the Scandalous magician into the massage chair, the raised leg aimed to fall into its cradle and reaching down to lift her left leg over the seat set. "Tease," she whispered the endearment and accusation. The games were over. "Have I made myself clear? I want you, and I want the others, and I can't think around it. But you still want to play games. Fine. Do you like my game?" Her tone is controlled, not angry or mean, just controlled and controlling. Her free hand pulled on the g-string until the magical minx felt her ass up and off the bare pad.  Releasing the barest of coverings, Angela quickly brought the same hand down sharply on the prominent ass. Crack!