Coming Together
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: LimitlessNikkie on 22-12-2012, 22:39:04</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 22:39:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jordan</span></span><br>Song (http://youtu.be/9RYuhrAbVmU)/Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kora_casual/set?id=47796115#stream_box)/Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158941.msg7423879#msg7423879)</div><br>Jordan had moved to the town a week ago. The job offer had been just too good to turn down. After all it wasn't as if people were beating down her door anymore. Nope she was a wash out before her 23rd birthday. It was annoying just to think about. It was a cool day and despite her crucial need to unpack her modest apartment Jordan found herself outside walking through the twisting streets looking for something to catch her rather fleeting interest. She walked past the studio where she'd be working and peeked in the window sighing softly when she saw the small size. Oh how the mighty had fallen she thought rather morosely pressing her forehead against the glass for a moment before moving on.<br><br>She picked up cigarettes at a local drug store as well as a coffee and continued walking mainly out of boredom and a vague sort of&nbsp; interest in the place she'd be living. IN her own way she was searching. It was a good sized city and while she'd admitted to herself she needed to calm down again she wasn't quite ready to do so yet. The though of working again nagged at her causing a nervous energy to race over her skin. In truth she was scared. Except for grinding against guys in clubs and dirty dancing she hadn't danced in a year, not since the fall and she wasn't at all interested in trying and failing again. She wasn't at all sure she could take it.<br><br>She passed clubs darkened in the day light that caught her eye. She smiled lightly taking note of them. She'd be visiting them soon she was sure. Maybe tonight even. It beat sitting at home alone with take out surrounded by unpacked boxes and her own thoughts. Cheered by the prospect of a night out even if it would be by herself Jordan kept moving slowly moving into a more tightly packed part of the city where the shops seemed smaller more tightly fit together.<br><br>(http://themarzberrypig.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dscn2457.jpg)<br><br>It was the size of one of them that caught Jordan's eyes initially. It didn't seem as cramped as the others and looked better cared for. From the outside she couldn't quite tell what it was but something inside her tingled to look at it. Before she'd even fully decided to enter she was pushing open the door. <br><br>At first it looked like just the standard sex shop, not to intimating. With a glance at the counter to make sure some pervy guy wasn't there that would be staring at her legs the whole time she ventured further into the store. Most of the place didn't interest Jordan right off. Honestly she'd never been too interested in toys lacking the know how that went into using them but fashion had always been something that interested Jordan, she loved having great clothing to show off her fabulous body so in moments she was flicking threw a rack of clothing the likes of which she'd never seen before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 23:18:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.socal-coeds.com/mfhm/v3/02/hollyhalston/01.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Marrion Fedder</span></strong></div><br>Marrion was in the back of the shop getting things ready for the evening's meeting when she heard the door go. She quickly popped back in. This time of day it was unlikely that school kids would try and sneak in to the shop, but you still got the occasional truant. But the customer was a slightly nervous and really gorgeous looking red headed woman. Marion put on her best smile and swaggered confidently out into the shop, making sure that the bead curtain between the specialist area and the more general part of the shop rattled. Customers hated it when they were snuck up on, and if they were already nervous it could cause them to bolt, often still holding whatever they had been looking at. Or worse, they might drop something to the floor and some of the items in the shop were quite breakable.<br><br>Marion made enough noise as she entered to attract the woman's attention, and smiled warmly at her. "Good morning... Or is it afternoon already? I loose track of time sometimes. Anyway, how can I help?" She glanced at the sexy camisole top and shorts set that the woman was holding up and nodded. "That's a very attractive little number. Do you mind if I ask, is it for yourself? If you would like to try it on, I do ask that you keep your panties on for hygiene reasons, but there are fitting rooms just there." The shopkeeper indicated the two small curtained alcoves with an open handed wave.<br><br>"If there is anything else I can help you with, please do ask." She nodded wisely and then moved to sit back behind the front desk where the till was, next to the locked cabinet that contained the various aphrodisiacs that she was allowed to sell in small doses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 16:58:35</strong>
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				<strong>Connor O'Fearghail</strong><br><br>Connor had hit the gym hard that morning. A good, hard-hitting training session had left him feeling fired up. It had really got the blood flowing and the following work out had elated him. All the natural body chemicals that had been released throughout the day had him feeling great. His muscles were pumped and he was in the mood for a real fight. Of course, that wasn't on the books today. He had to control himself, harness such urges. He needed some sort of release. And perhaps the sex shop down the street could offer him that desired release he was looking for.<br><br>Wearing casual jeans and an MMA shirt, the Irishman entered the sex shop and quickly looked around. There was a certain type of person who visited this sort of place. The type of person looking for something more then they already had. Looking to explore, to experiment. Connor was always more then happy to give them a test run. And then he spotted her, a girl in a relatively normal outfit looking at some choice clothing. As he moved up to her, he let his eyes rake over her stems and to the short cutoff jeans she was wearing. She certainly had a nice body.<br><br>"Find anything you like?" He asks sliding up next to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 23:24:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jordan</span></span><br>Song (http://youtu.be/9RYuhrAbVmU)/Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kora_casual/set?id=47796115#stream_box)/Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158941.msg7423879#msg7423879)</div><br>A woman walked in while Jordan was browsing casually threw things. It was something of a relief. She could remember the first time she and her friends had ventured into such a store and there had been a sweaty over weight guy at the counter. It had been uncomfortable to say the least to have the guys beady eyes on them as they tried to find a fun gag gift for the bachelorette party. In the end having enough of the creeps they'd ended up leaving and ordering things off line, a not so exciting alternative. So seeing the woman was a relief and Jordan relaxed a bit.<br><br>The greet was met with a smile and a glance out side to the sun that rode high in the sky indicating late afternoon. Jordan didn't even want to ask what she could have been doing in the back so long she'd lost track of time. Some things were better left unknown. When the woman indicated what she was hold she tilted her head and took another look. She'd been considering it but it wasn't her normal style so wasn't yet sold on it. She laughed when the woman told her if she wanted to try it on she'd have to keep her panties on. Like she'd try on anything with out them. "Thanks, if I need any help I'll call you." She said lightly before going back to the rack of clothing in front of her.<br><br>Jordan didn't even notice when someone else entered the store. She was having a fun time looking at clothes having already picked out a corset top that would look great with a pair of jeans and would hug her body perfectly and a sheer cami that would look great in the bed room. Both items were folded over her arm and she was looking at a pair of jeans that were more artfully places holes then fabric when she felt someone looking at her.<br><br>Blue eyes lifted to find a well build guy staring at her. Jordan did little more then sweep her gaze over him before turning her head. She learn long ago men would go as far as you let them and she wasn't one that was easily overlooked. She knew how to handle herself. It wasn't a huge surprise when the guy moved up next to her encroaching a bit on her personal space. He smelled like sweet, not the stinky I haven't showed in days smell but the spicy I just left the gym smell. "A few things at the moment, but you never know." She said lightly even sounding a touch bored but a slide ways glance in his direction hinted at a touch more interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 22:52:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Jackie Morgana Lechance.</strong></div><br>She had lost another bet, go figure.&nbsp; That seemed to be a reoccuring theme for her these days but her best friend, Matt, was a good guy.&nbsp; She'd never date him and he didn't seem eager in asking anyway, but they had known each other for ages.&nbsp; Nothing had really changed between them in the years they had known each other except their friendship had grown tighter over the years, that was all.&nbsp; So whenever he put a little wager out for her to attempt to win, despite her rather rotten luck in such cases, Jackie would never refuse the challenge since she had rather enjoyed losing almost every time.&nbsp; The tongue piercing she had was just another example of her betting against Matt and in the end, after the swelling had gone down, she had found she rather liked the little metal stud quite a bit.&nbsp; So when she had lost a simple coin toss at the gym she trained at regularly to go and at least explore the sex shop for a while if not actually buy anything, she wasn't too unhappy about it although she wouldn't have otherwise gone there most likely.&nbsp; Her and spending money wasn't two things that went together often without a reason.&nbsp; Walking into the shop, her mismatched eyes swept over the place and felt her dark cheeks flush since this was definitely not her kind of place.&nbsp; Even so, some of the items were...quite intriguing.&nbsp; She was tempted even to give a few of them a test run but she wasn't about to risk being thrown out of the place for getting too curious for her own good.<br><br>She was in a MMA gray sleeveless sweat shirt with matching gray sweat pants.&nbsp; She was well toned yet lithe, the perfect combo of both fitness and feminine attractiveness from what her friends had said before, the few she had anyway.&nbsp; Her hair was tied up tightly into a ponytail to keep it out of her way while she beat the crap out of some poor punching bag back at the gym.&nbsp; She sighed, looking a bit lost since she had nothing like this at home and had no idea where to start as she pulled her no nonsense black gym bag higher up on her right shoulder.&nbsp; She couldn't walk out just yet though, having to spend at least a half hour inside before the terms of Matt's bet was done and over with.&nbsp; She was nothing if not honorable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coming Together</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 22:47:09</strong>
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				<strong>Connor O'Fearghail.</strong><br><br>The Irishman noticed the sideways glance but more importantly he noticed the types of clothes she was looking at. He smiled again at her. "I'd never have pegged you to be into that sort of fetish." He responds, letting his eyes drop over her rear. Yes, he could easily see her in some of the tight fitting leather and in several states of undress, but she didn't strike him as being too kinky. He certainly hadn't seen her here before and he was a frequent visitor, though it was more for the 'gatherings' that took place then for the actual contents of the shop. "Nor can I say I've seen you here before. This type of place always draws the same crowd." He chuckles softly. "I'm Connor, by the way."
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