Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:16:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver's Studio<br>9th Floor Waxing Rhapsodic Building</span></strong></div>Dorian Silver likes to keep a lot of props in his studio's main room. This makes it kinda cluttered around the walls, but very orderly. There is the "Shooting Range" in one corner that is a good ten by ten feet. The walls are a flat dark black so as not to reflect too much light and the "Shooting Range" has a large metal frame for different back drops to be set up and/or hung. He keeps his office area in the corner opposite. It's little more than a desk, a chair, and a book shelf with a ton of portfolios and a couple books on it. The corner to the left of the "Shooting Range" is where he keeps all his lighting equipment and cameras, as well as several of his favorite props, including, collars, chains, a few pairs of hand cuffs, and a rocking horse. The last corner has three doors in various spots on the walls. The one closest to his office is his dark room. The usual things are kept in there. Chemicals, sink, red light bulbs, a sex position swing. Just the basics. The door farthest from his desk is the dressing room. He couldn't afford something more well equipped, so both men and women have to share the single room, but it's kept nice and has all the things necessary for good photo shoots. The middle door leads to his apartment. It's only a two bedroom arrangement and rather sparsely furnished due to his slightly more modest home budget. Only his bedroom is any kind of expensive in taste and that's mostly because of Ikea, but like the rest of his things, it's very well kept. He doesn't have a TV or anything like that, but does have several book shelves and several hundred books. Any who have seen his living arrangements are usually confused about how diverse the styles in his home are. He just shrugs and responds with a <em>It works</em>.<br>&nbsp;He rather likes the contrast of the whole. It amuses him to go from modern to antique with only a few steps.<br>((And Pictures))<br>The First thing you see when you walk in.<br>(http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/mailer/9-29-emaildarkphoto.jpg)<br>The portfolio shelves.<br>(http://remodelista.com/img/sub/studio-mama-shelving.jpg)<br>Some of Dorian's books in his apartment.<br>(http://afizaazmee.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/a-well-designed-library-wall.jpg)<br>Dorian's bedroom<br>(http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/photos/stanza.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 10:11:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>9th Floor Hall with Courtney</span></strong></div><br>The light came on with a small ringing noise as the elevator reached the ninth floor. The doors slid back to reveal Dorian and Courtney. Dorian's eyes were still filled with their customary inner mischief. He thuroughly enjoyed the quiet elevators in the WR building. They didn't have that horrible music you usually heard in elevators. That tune drove Dorian crazy and it was always the same one. They stepped into a short hall that ended with two doors. One leading to the stairs that lead up to the roof and one with a small plaque next to the door that read, <br><strong>Art/Photography Studio<br>Dorian Silver</strong><br>Dorian loved that littpe plaque. It reminded him that he was doing what he loved. He produced a set of keys that jangled cheerfully as he unlocked the door and opened it to allow them entry. The room was mostly dark, only Dorian's desk lamp still shining as they entered. The black walls made it nearely impossible to see anything in there. Dorian moved to the desk, flipping a switch on the wall to turn on a couple of track lights in the sealing. That lit the room better and revealed the clutter on the walls. As well as the "Shooting Range". It was all very orderly, but only Dorian actually knew exactly where everything was. He sighed and removed the tie quickly, tossing it on his desk. The shelves behind it were where he kept his portfolios. All of them in order of the name of the model and chronologically after that. You could say that Dorian was mildly OCD with his meticulous organization of his work and living spaces.
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 11:07:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio</strong></div><br>The energy of the day coursed through Courtney's body, driving her mind in a number of different directions.&nbsp; She had been excited to start this new path in her life, but she hadn't realize how it would effect her until the day had started.&nbsp; Now she was really diving into the world that she had secretly desired for a few years, and she felt like a teenager on her first day of college.&nbsp; The ding of the elevator pulled her out of her internal solitude for a moment as the lights in the hall flickered to life, revealing an empty white hallway leading to a single door and a set up stairs leading up into the darkness.&nbsp; Judging by the pad on the elevator, this must be the top floor, which meant that was the access to the roof.&nbsp; Courtney found that prospect intriguing and stored that tidbit away in her mind for later.<br><br>Dorian stepped out of the elevator and unlocked the single door.&nbsp; A simple placard on the door indicated this was his studio.&nbsp; More mystery from the man leading her into his studio.&nbsp; On some level Courtney found the minimalistic mindset very interesting.&nbsp; The interior of the studio apartment was dark save one small light on a desk until Dorian flipped a switch deep inside the main room.&nbsp; Soft florescent track lights flickered to life shedding light on the studio.&nbsp; Courtney walked into the room, the dark walls seemed very strange for a studio, but fit right in with Dorian's mysterious style.&nbsp; Most photographers that Courtney had worked with preferred well lighted venue's, this turned up the spark of interest in Dorian's style of photography in Courtney's mind.&nbsp; She was not surprised how orderly the studio seemed to be.&nbsp; Courtney walked the immediate area near the desk and shooting area.&nbsp; "You have a very interesting studio Dorian.&nbsp; The dark walls are very different.&nbsp; I guess you can really make whatever kind of scene you want and light it how you want without worrying about outside light."&nbsp; Walking over to a table which held a few of the props that Dorian had laying around, running her hand over the soft leather of the rocking horse, she smiled mischievously at the props.&nbsp; "Quite a selection!" &nbsp;<br><br>Courtney finally noticed the large stack of portfolios.&nbsp; Walking over she grabbed the first book on top of the pile and started flipping through them. Most of the pictures were dark and well lighted.&nbsp; All of the women were beautiful and flowed with the image very well.&nbsp; One picture caught her attention and really started to get her wet.&nbsp; A woman leaning on her hands, on a bench or ottoman with a lighted window behind her and a smooth tile or wood floor.&nbsp; The woman's arched back lifting her butt from the edge of the bench and her head bent backwards looking towards the ceiling, her hair hanging freely behind her.&nbsp; The woman is naked save a couple of pieces of jewelry on her arms and a pair of sexy high heeled shoes with and almost vertical slant to the ground.&nbsp; The position of the heel and the toe along with the angle of the woman's body only touching the bench with her hands gave the look that the woman was on her tippy toes.&nbsp; In front of the woman leaning on a wall is a large mirror, which shows her silhouette from the front.&nbsp; The low light from the window in the background softly rolling over her breasts and her tensed muscles, the spread of her legs barely hinting at the wonders inside hidden by light and shadow.&nbsp; Taking a moment to take in the excitement of the scene before her, Courtney turned through a few pages then looked up at Dorian, "You have a very exciting vision for the form of a woman's body.&nbsp; What is your favorite?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 05:14:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis Driscoll - In a coffee shop 1 block away from Waxing Rhapsodic</span></strong></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He had chosen a corner booth and sat facing the rest of the coffee shop.&nbsp; He had his espresso, a small bottle of San Pellegrino and a glass laid out like a small barrier in front of him.&nbsp; Jarvis glanced around, making sure that no one was able to look at what he was about to take out of his briefcase.&nbsp; From the envelope, he pulled out the photograph, sent to him by Aline Myobi.&nbsp; <br><em>Perfect</em>. He thought.&nbsp; <em>Just the right qualities; beautiful, not too young... slightly...</em> He paused, trying to conjure the right word as his eyes followed the curve of her breasts, her hips. <em>...dangerous</em>.&nbsp; He smirked, and nodded in appreciation at Aline Myobi's talent for fixing up the right people for the right job.&nbsp; For her part, Aline knew that Jarvis Driscoll was an exacting customer ~ someone who needed attention to detail.&nbsp; That's why she had approached Dorian Silver as the photographer.&nbsp; Driscoll had been to the studio to look through the books, but had difficulties making up his mind, so Aline had taken the decision to help him focus it by sending information about a model she thought would meet his needs: Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the accompanying resumé for Courtney.&nbsp; The descriptions of her body adornments aroused his imagination.<br>"Because I am able to."&nbsp; He murmured to himself. "Well, let's hope you <em>are</em>...let's hope...you...are."&nbsp; <br>He replaced the 10 x 8 inch print and the resume back in the envelope and returned it to his briefcase.&nbsp; Jarvis had something very particular in mind, and had been in touch briefly with Dorain about some equipment he wanted to involve in the shoot, and to make sure they had some idea of how it could be used.&nbsp; Now he was keen to flesh out the details and ~ more importantly to Jarvis ~ arrange to meet Dorian with Courtney.<br><br>Jarvis fetched the Blackberry out from the inside pocket of his suit, and flicked through the address book.&nbsp; As he clicked on Dorian's cellphone number, he signaled to the waitress and mouthed <em>"check, please."</em>&nbsp; There was a short pause before the soft <em>brrrrrrr</em> told him his call had connected.&nbsp; He had sent Dorian an email earlier in the day, hoping that he would be able to arrange for Courtney to be there to meet.&nbsp; His impatience had got the better of him.&nbsp; He felt his mouth start to dry with anticipation. <br></span> <br><hr>
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				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 08:26:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>9th Floor Personal Studio<br>With Courtney</span></strong></div><br>Dorian had smiled genuinely at the particular album Courtney had selected. It was one of an ex girlfriend of his. She had loved the photo shoots he'd done with her. Just not the lack of funds he seemed to enjoy. Dorian never cared much about money. Only wanting to do what he did. He lived modestly for the most part. His books and bedroom were the only personal things that he spent much on. His photography equipment and props didn't really count. They were for business and he didn't count business towards his personal things. Although he took great pleasure in using his props for more personal endeavors. He was about to speak and ask enlighten Courtney to what he looked for, which changed with his mood, when his phone rang. It was only a verizon intensity, but he had a good six hindered minutes plan with unlimited texting for his use. It was Jarvis. The man had approached him with ideas for a shoot that had greatly intrigued Dorian. The man had an eye for creativity and Dorian appreciated that greatly. He heald up a finger to ask Courtney for a moment as he hit the answer button and raised the phone to his ear.<br>"Dorian Silver."<br>He waited, his thoughts running a mile a minute. Jarvis had expressed interest in a few of the new models and Dorian had the good fortune to manage to talk to the one at the top of the man's list. It was almost as though he'd planned it, but the wings of fate seemed to be pushing them towards this particular shoot in just the right way.
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				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:40:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A block from Waxing Rhapsodic</span></strong></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>The waitress arrived with the check just as Dorian answered.&nbsp; Jarvis nodded his thanks with a fleeting smile.<br>"Dorian...Jarvis Driscoll. How are you?"&nbsp; Jarvis's New England accent ~ pronouncing "Jarvis" as <em>Jaahvis</em> and "are" as <em>ahhh</em> ~ was the kind that people thought was either grating or an affectation (or occasionally both.)<br>"I hope you received my email?&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm sorry to call so early, but I was in the neighbourhood and, well..." Jarvis paused.<br>"Uh-huh."&nbsp; Dorian prompted. <br>"Uh, I have that equipment we talked about and, well...I'm very keen to meet."&nbsp; There was a pregnant pause.&nbsp; Jarvis was very unused to a taciturn 'phone manner such as Dorian's; he kept going.&nbsp; "And I was hoping Courtney could be there."<br>During the call, Jarvis had pulled out a billfold and peeled off a note to leave an overly generous amount under his coffee cup.&nbsp; Jarvis was almost desperate in hoping that both Dorian and Courtney would be willing to meet him today.&nbsp; He was finding it difficult to concentrate on his work; his obsession with creating the latest piece for his collection was taking up most of his thoughts.&nbsp; Still on the 'phone, he gathered his belongings together and headed for the street. <br></span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 03:31:25</strong>
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				Dorian awoke amongst a tangle of linen sheets and large expensive pillows. His blanket had been kicked off during the night and now lay somewhere on the floor. Dorian was able to see none of this due to the fact that his contacts were in his bathroom. He doubted even Ms. Myobi knew he wore them because he only took them out when he was about to go to bed. And he always went to the bathroom to do his business, brush his teeth and all that good stuff. Dorian was going blind and really needed the kind of money Jarvis and he had discussed the previous night. Courtney seemed very interested in the idea. It was rather convenient for him that Jarvis happened to call when he did. Dorian had spoken little more than was needed while Jarvis had done most of the talking. It seemed to make the buyer nervous. Dorian found it amusing. He was even worse conversation on the phone than in person. He spoke the same and people didn't even have the advantage of reading his highly expressive face. They had, however managed to work out the details of their meeting at ten. It was to take place in Dorian's studio. That gave him plenty of time to get ready for the event. He rolled himself out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom, taking the time to notice the enormous projected clock he had near his bed that projected the time onto the wall big enough for him to read it without his contacts. It was only eight thirty five. Perfect. He would have a shower, get something to eat, and maybe go set up some of the effects he was going to need for their scene.
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				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 09:03:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis and Dorian arrive at Dorian's studio</span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Other than the obvious area for taking photographs, Dorian's studio was a hotch-potch of styles.&nbsp; The apparent disharmony only mildly puzzled Jarvis.&nbsp; He appreciated that this in itself could be a choice of interior decoration ~ and besides, a man with Dorian's visual abilities would not be running to hire an interior decorator.&nbsp; The thing that did confuse Jarvis, however, was the amount of books.&nbsp; For someone who did not speak much, there was an enormous amount.&nbsp; <em>Granted, being a reader does not make you a talker.</em>&nbsp; Jarvis mused. <em>But he is so verbally inarticulate.</em> He was beginning to realize that Dorian kept cards close to his chest.<br>"An avid reader, Dorian?"&nbsp; It was an impish question, delivered with a smile.&nbsp; Jarvis was more and more intrigued by this apparently paradoxical soul whom he was beginning to warm to.&nbsp; He felt the fluttering of excitement in his belly and it reminded him ~ lunch. <br>"Pay no mind to my sarcasm, it's pathological" Jarvis's tone was genuine.&nbsp; "Before we get to the <em>other</em> books, how about lunch?"&nbsp; Jarvis was fishing his Blackberry out of his suit pocket.&nbsp; "I know this fabulous caterer, he'll deliver anywhere in a half hour.&nbsp; Really, it's good.&nbsp; And he can do most things.&nbsp; What do you feel like? Sushi?&nbsp; Tapas? Oysters and champagne?"&nbsp; Jarvis was passionate about <em>eating well</em> and by this he meant the best possible quality (although not necessarily the most healthy.)&nbsp; "To be frank, I feel this may be a champagne afternoon.&nbsp; And don't fret...I have an account with this fellow, this one's on me.&nbsp; Tell me...what do you eat?"&nbsp; He was poised to dial.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 11:12:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>Assured that she was ready for the shoot and that her makeup and style were just the way she wanted, Courtney headed for the elevator.&nbsp; She pressed the button just as she noticed that it had stopped on the ninth floor.&nbsp; Good she thought to herself, Dorian and Mr. Driscoll must have just arrived.&nbsp; The elevator dinged as the door opened.&nbsp; Stepping in, she pressed the button labelled "Dorian Silver" and the doors closed in on each other.&nbsp; A moment later the elevator indicated it was on the ninth floor and the doors quietly slid open.&nbsp; <br><br><em>this one's on me.&nbsp; Tell me...what do you eat?</em> Echoed down the hall, through the half open door as Courtney stepped into the hallway and walked towards Dorian's studio.&nbsp; Looking in she saw Dorian in a deep red shirt and black trousers.&nbsp; They made him look even more mysterious than usual with his orange eyes and stylishly messy hair.&nbsp; The other man, the one she had heard in the hallways must have been Mr. Driscoll.&nbsp; His demeanor and well tailored suit screamed eccentric and money, two words that tended to cause difficulty for models, at least in Courtney's experience.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and realized this was the type of world she was working in now, so she had to be able to bite her lip and accept it.&nbsp; <br><br>Knocking lightly on the door, the robe still tightly wrapped around her body, Courtney absently cleared her throat as she entered the Studio.&nbsp; "Morning Dorian."&nbsp; stepping into the room near Dorian's desk she made her way towards Driscoll, realizing that she needed to be direct in dealing with a man like him.&nbsp; "You must be Mr. Driscoll.&nbsp; I'm Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to working with you."&nbsp; She reached out her hand expecting a man of his manor to take it softly for a light handshake. 
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				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 01:45:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Jarvis and Courtney meet again.</strong></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis did not register the knock on the door, and only realised someone else was there until he heard a quiet <em>ahem</em> as Courtney Rivers approached greeting first Dorian, then him.&nbsp; He was momentarily dumb-struck.&nbsp; <em>Holy fucking shit!</em> Jarvis eyed the form in front of him. <em>I am <strong>definitely</strong> not going to regret this.</em>&nbsp; Jarvis corrected his momentary lapse of composure, flipping his Blackberry from his right to his left hand and pocketing it again.&nbsp; His face broke into a smile, "<em>Aha!</em>"&nbsp; His exclamation trailed into a low chuckle. "Courtney! Or, my apologies, <em>Miss Rivers</em>...or should that be <em>Ms</em> Rivers...I never know these days."&nbsp; Jarvis had a habit of playing up his public persona of New England&nbsp; <em>politesse</em>.&nbsp; Jarvis had taken Courtney's proffered hand and, rather than shaking it, had bowed slightly to kiss the back of it.&nbsp; It looked extravagant, but Jarvis's purpose was to judge her scent as if it were fine wine.&nbsp; Make up, soap, and perfume mingled with the pheromonal essence of a woman.&nbsp; <em>Oh, yes.</em>&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; <em>Quite a vintage. </em>&nbsp; He kept hold of her hand as he stepped back at arms length.&nbsp; He looked her in the eyes momentarily, but could not prevent the gaze from wandering down.&nbsp; The robe she was wearing hugged her shoulders and was drawn in tightly at the waist, accentuating first her breasts then her hips.&nbsp; "The photos of you struggle to do you justice.&nbsp; You look..." He paused, realising that he was seeming lascivious.&nbsp; "...simply stunning!" He concluded.&nbsp; He released her hand, and she slowly withdrew her arm.&nbsp; She was as poised and toned as a racehorse.<br><br>Before he had given Courtney time to respond, Jarvis was onto his Blackberry again.&nbsp; "Now, forgive me my dear, I was in the middle of ordering lunch.&nbsp; Are you someone that has to watch their waistline?"&nbsp; Jarvis had a whole catalogue of archaic euphemisms, a product of his upbringing.&nbsp; He knew that models had a reputation of eating next to nothing, or at least, that's what he believed.&nbsp; "I was thinking sushi...Dorian hasn't expressed a preference yet...and some champagne...neither of which will spoil your fabulous figure, what do you say?"&nbsp; Jarvis was feeling in control again.&nbsp; "Well, either way, I think it's meet that we all get to know each other a little better ~ not in the biblical sense, you understand!"&nbsp; Jarvis let out a fat belly laugh that did not seem to make sense in the context of his outwardly conservative image.&nbsp; <em><em>Or, at least, not yet.</em></em> He finished the sentence in his head.&nbsp; Getting to know Courtney was something that Jarvis had been preoccupied with since Aline Myobi had sent her details through to him.&nbsp; Of the details that intrigued him, the one that most caught his attention was the latin tattoo.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 09:47:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em> "...simply stunning!"</em> Courtney was visibly beaming from Jarvis's comment, realizing that he was struggling to maintain his composure and not let his fascination with her form distract him.&nbsp; Her hand dropped slowly as she smiled happily at Jarvis.&nbsp; He pulled out his blackberry and started searching for a number.&nbsp; He was obviously excited by the situation as he seemed to be rambling in a delightfully glib sort of way.&nbsp; <br><br>Courtney found a chair on the edge of Dorian's office and sat down, crossing her legs, letting the rob loosen a bit so it would hint at what was hidden underneath.&nbsp; "I think sushi sounds like a great idea.&nbsp; Please a California roll and a couple of pieces of Magu would be perfect, thank you."&nbsp; Knowing that she had a late breakfast, she didn't want to eat too much before the shoot.&nbsp; "I may have a sip of Champagne to celebrate this exciting shoot, but a Diet Coke would be better for me."&nbsp; Courtney had just realized she hadn't had any caffeine today.&nbsp; Jarvis seemed very amused with himself and Courtney smiled brightly in response, he was interesting in a stuffy eccentric sort of way.
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				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 22:21:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>9th Floor Personal Studio<br>With Jarvis and Courtney</span></strong></div><br>Dorian watched the exchange between the two with mild amusement. Courtney was wearing a simple robe, but it was very well fitted and showed off her exquisites figure. Dorian also noticed the telltale signs of lingerie when she crossed her legs, garters perhaps. Dorian was intrigued, but kept his mouth shut. Not unusual for him. Although he was a bit surprised at how vocal he'd been around Tilly. She seemed to have that effect on him. He rarely spoke to anyone so much. Oh well. He would address that particular theory later. Now, though , he had to make up his mind. Jarvis was clearly a very generous man. Dorian was normally disinclined to accept hand outs from anyone. Especially people with money, but he'd taken a liking to Jarvis in a sort of mildly fascinated with his eccentricities way. Dorian had decided that Jarvis would most likely enjoy most of his photos. Particularly the portfolio Courtney had browsed through the previous night. He was hoping that Jarvis would be wanting to buy several prints off him. Dorian severely needed the money. Only Aline was actually aware of this fact, however, as Dorian preferred to keep his funds, or lack there of, private to any it didn't concern. His thin smile returned to his lips as Jarvis stumbled over his thoughts. He was obviously very taken with Courtney. And he didn't blame the man. Courtney had a kind of dark, dangerous beauty to her. It intrigued Dorian's sense of adventure at the thought that before this day was over, she would probably have considerably less clothes on. Dorian felt a tingle of anticipation run through his body. Though he'd been doing erotic photography for a couple years now, he was still excited by the prospect every time.<br>"Unagi. One order. Champagne sounds great. Thanks."<br>Dorian's slimly compiled request for his order was delivered in a surprisingly well mannered fashion. He had actually managed to not come across as pompous or standoffish. That pleased him. Most people took him to be very antisocial and disliked interaction due to his lack of vocal expression. He was always pleased when he managed to get a point across with as few words as possible and still not sound like an ass.
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				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 12:06:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Perfect, I shall order then."&nbsp; Jarvis got onto his catering contact, Lucas, turning away from Dorian and Courtney as he did.&nbsp; He ordered their requests, chose a temaki for himself, and added four assorted nigiri pieces and a wakame salad on top.&nbsp; Although he balked at ordering Diet Coke, he complied with the request.&nbsp; He realised it would be wise to stick to the one bottle of 1996 vintage Pol Roger. <br>"Half an hour, tops."&nbsp; He concluded.&nbsp; "So, now I thought while we wait for that to arrive, I could show you both the little piece of gadgetry I have brought along with me."</span><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Estim_kit.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis had placed the small, black leather case by Dorian's desk.&nbsp; It was no larger than something that would carry a musical instrument, a flute or a clarinet.&nbsp; The leather was finely grained and the craftsmanship oozed quality.&nbsp; <br>"I had it made in Italy."&nbsp; Jarvis said, rather pompously, not sure whom he was trying to impress.&nbsp; He clicked open the clasps. "The thing it came in was some hideous injection-moulded plastic monstrosity."&nbsp; The case was lined in purple velvet.&nbsp; <br>"So, what we have here is a stimulator unit...I won't trouble you too much with the details about how it works, but it can give a stimulation from a light tickle up to a full blown muscle contraction.&nbsp; Oh, and this can be controlled from my 'phone, would you believe?"&nbsp; Jarvis was business like when he spoke.<br>"Now here we have the vaginal probe, and the other is the anal." He pointed at the long metal shaft and then the butt-plug.&nbsp; "But this one's really exciting..." He pointed to a double bulbed electrode, with gold plated contacts.&nbsp; "This stimulates both in and outside.&nbsp; I'm told it's <em>very</em> effective."<br>There was a small pouch with various other paraphernalia; a small phial of lube, leads, small clamp electrodes, gel-backed electrodes and spare batteries.<br>"So."&nbsp; Jarvis looked as if he'd just whizzed through a PowerPoint presentation.&nbsp; "Any questions?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 12:28:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em> "Any questions?"</em>&nbsp; Standing from the chair she was in, Courtney walked over to the case on Dorian's desk.&nbsp; A sly naughty grin crept over her full red lips as she got a better look at the assortment of shiny trinkets in the case.&nbsp; They almost looked like some sort of strange kinky jewelry.&nbsp; "I'm always willing to try something new...."&nbsp; She grinned at Jarvis.&nbsp; "So what are all of the electrodes for?"&nbsp; Courtney ran her finger over the double bulbed electrode, her grin grew larger.&nbsp; Focused on the new toys, she unconciously let the tie of her robe slip and the robe dropped open exposing her red and black leather corset fitted tightly to her body, the soft lace top accentuated her breasts.&nbsp; The tops of her breasts pushed up, giving her a pronounced cleavage.&nbsp; A pair of red thong underwear and black garters with black mesh stockings running up her smooth trim legs dropping beneath a pair of black six inch heel calf high leather boots with zippers up each side.&nbsp; "So what did the two of you have in mind for this shoot?&nbsp; I don't think the vision was discussed last night."&nbsp; Her grin big and naughty, her eyes flashed as she stared down at the electrode again then up at Jarvis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 06:06:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>9th Floor Personal Studio<br>With Courtney and Jarvis</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's eyes widened as Courtney's robe fell open and gave him a very good look at her attire. After an instant's shock, Dorian could feel himself getting hard at the sight. He knew what they were going to do to her and he knew just how sexual and erotic it was going to be. And he really had a thing for corsets. He quickly diverted his eyes to the device in the box, narrowing them slightly as he viewed the device and all its various pieces. A wide grin replaced the thin smile he'd been wearing and he strode around to his side of the desk, taking a small remote from a drawer and holding it up for the others to see. His grin was full of mischief and an edgy delight, His vision was coming to fruition. He couldn't wait. Dorian gestured for them to follow and moved over to The Shooting Range. It was shrouded in darkness as he'd spent a good part of the night erecting some walls to use for the shoot. There was also something large in the center of the range. It was indiscernible until Dorian clicked a button on the remote and the lights came on, revealing that he'd set up an auto shop type scene with a navy blue sports car sitting right there in the center. A real sports car. Dorian had gone all out, having no regards for the effort he had to put out to get his shoots perfect.<br>"This was my vision."<br>He turned back to Jarvis and Courtney, who'd either forgotten or neglected to close her robe and could feel his cock responding to the sight again. Courtney had a great body for corsets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 07:30:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em>"This was my vision."</em>&nbsp; Courtney had followed Dorian's movements after he pulled the remote out of the desk and walked over to the shooting range.&nbsp; Following, her curiosity getting the better of her.&nbsp; Dorian had a very mysterious and quiet air about him which she found hard to read, but the large grin on his face spoke volumes about his how he saw the world and how he approached his photography.&nbsp; When the lights switched on Courtney was humorously surprise and impressed both at the same time.&nbsp; She was a little scared to ask how Dorian had been able to get a sport car in the middle of his studio.&nbsp; She walked over and walked around in the 'garage', running her hand lightly over the body of the sports car.&nbsp; It felt real enough she thought to herself, but she wondered if it would support her weight.&nbsp; On one of the work benches with tools laying everywhere there was a greasy old pair of coveralls.&nbsp; Realizing the robe was fully open and simply hanging from her shoulders, she let the robe drop to the floor.&nbsp; Picking up the coveralls, she slowly slid one leg then the other into the large opening in front.&nbsp; Arm after arm until the coveralls fit comfortably on her shoulders.&nbsp; The zipper down the middle stopped just at her crotch level.&nbsp; With a mischievous grin on her face, she slowly zipped zipped up the coveralls to just above her belly button.&nbsp; Looking over at Dorian and Jarvis, she put her hands out hoping to gauge some form of approval or response. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 23:27:44</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dorian's Studio (Courtney, Dorian and Jarvis)</span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis was, for once, speechless.&nbsp; His studied charm was usually quick to override such his more animal reactions, but it was clear that Courtney was had a special power.&nbsp; He was aware that Courtney had asked a question about the electrodes, and another about what the plans were for the shoot, but Jarvis couldn't seem to find his voice.&nbsp; When Courtney's robe slipped open,&nbsp; he was captivated.&nbsp; He followed the line of her neck to the scooped hollow between her collarbones, which in turn steered his eyes down.&nbsp; Her breasts had been lifted from beneath and offered up two beautifully symmetrical curves that plunged into her cleavage.&nbsp; There was the faintest whiff of leather from the red and black corset.&nbsp; The corset picked out her trim waist and the curves of her breasts were echoed by those of her hips.&nbsp; <em>Leather...oh fuck yes.</em> &nbsp; Jarvis's eyes continued their downward journey.&nbsp; He felt his cock stirring in his pants, getting caught in the left leg of his underwear and growing down the side of his leg as he followed Courtney's movements.&nbsp; His reverie was distracted by Dorian ushering them both over to the Shooting Range.&nbsp; Jarvis wished Courtney had ditched the robe altogether so that he could watch her ass as she walked in front of him.&nbsp; Instead, he rearranged his lob cock in his pants as they crossed the studio.&nbsp; Dorian was looking mischievous as he pressed the button on the small remote in his hand.<br>The intense Shooting Range lights came on with a theatrical flourish.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"This was my vision."</em><br><br>Before them was the recreation of an auto workshop, complete with a navy blue sports car in the centre. <br><em>How the hell?...that's just genius!</em> Thought Jarvis.&nbsp; It was Dorian's turn to make him speechless.&nbsp; Jarvis felt his face crack an enormous smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once again he became captivated by Courtney, who was now prowling the 'garage'.&nbsp; He positioned himself so that Courtney had his back to him as he watched her drop her robe to the floor.&nbsp; As she stepped herself into the coveralls that she had picked up, he was imagining biting the flesh of her ass cheeks, tracing his tongue over their curves, flicking his tongue over her pussy.&nbsp; <em>Holy...Fucking...Shit!</em> All his eloquence was destroyed by the vision in front of him.&nbsp; His cock was now standing proud in his pants.<br>Courtney had looked up as she slowly zipped the coveralls to waist height.&nbsp; She clearly knew what she was doing and her eyes fished for approval.<br><em>"Oh, yes, Courtney.&nbsp; You can see I approve." </em> Jarvis, unabashed, gestured down to his groin where his cock had tented his pants.&nbsp; He turned to Dorain and opened his arms expansively.&nbsp; <br><em>"And you, Dorian, have excelled yourself"</em><br>Jarvis's thoughts were once again distracted by a knocking coming from somewhere behind him.<br>"Hel-lo...good afternoon...delivery."&nbsp; The rising inflections indicated that the owner of the voice was unsure that they'd arrived at the correct destination.<br>"Shit!" Said Jarvis. "I'd clean forgotten."&nbsp; He whipped off his suit jacket, and hung it over his arm so he could shield his erection. "I'll get that...I'll need to sign for it.&nbsp; And I won't let him come in, don't worry."&nbsp; He aimed his last comment toward Courtney.<br>A few moments later, Jarvis returned with a cooler bag, and three flute glasses between his fingers, chinking as he walked.<br>"Shall I open the champagne before we start?"&nbsp; It was less of a question, more of a statement. "Or will it distract the talent?"&nbsp; He chuckled as he nodded to both Dorian and Courtney.&nbsp; "There's food if you are interested back on Dorian's desk."<br>He watched Dorian studying Courtney in the 'garage'.&nbsp; It was going to be an interesting evening.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 07:17:15</strong>
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				Dorian was broken from his thoughts of Courtney's body at Jarvis' outburst. He was speaking as though he'd been flustered. And when Dorian turned his attention to the buyer, he knew exactly what was the cause. Courtney's rather seductive display had given Jarvis a more uncontrollable hard on than himself. Dorian glanced at the tent in the man's trousers and burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. There stood a man, one of large wealth and status, sporting a boner proudly as though it were no less acceptable than commenting on the weather. Dorian's laugh was more of a chuckle in volume, but it was resonant and deep, hinted with that same sweetly spicy tone his voice carried at all times. It may have been quiet, but it seemed to echo around the room, seeming to bounce off the walls. It was a strange effect, being that their voices sounded normal enough when they spoke. Dorian had no idea how his laugh could fill a room the way it did, but he rather liked the effect it had. His eyes were riddled with unrestrained mirth. He wasn't laughing at Jarvis. Just at the pride with which he displayed his arousal.<br>"Forgive me Jarvis. I'm not laughing at you."<br>He managed to stifle his amusement after a few seconds, hoping that he hadn't offended the man. Courtney's display had given him a hard on himself, but the angle of the lights and his baggy pants did a good job of hiding it. It didn't hurt that he wasn't completely hard just yet. Although, if Courtney kept up with those incredibly sensual movements, he would be pretty quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 07:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em>"Oh, yes, Courtney.&nbsp; You can see I approve."</em>&nbsp; The light chuckled from Dorian had actually made Courtney take more notice as to what was going on between the two of them.&nbsp; She had been so wrapped up in the new set that she totally had not been paying attention to the two men in the room.&nbsp; Realizing that Dorian was focused on Jarvis' crotch which was now a prominent tent pole in Jarvis' exquisitely tailored slacks, Courtney chuckled a bit internally as a big smile spread over her face.<br><br><em>"Shall I open the champagne before we start......Or will it distract the talent?"</em>&nbsp; He chuckled as he carried the bag of food from the door over to Dorian's desk.&nbsp; Courtney slowly walked over to the desk, smiling as she thought to herself how they were ever going to make it through the evening shoot if they are already responding like this.&nbsp; I wouldn't have been the first time she'd serviced a photographer during a shoot in order to get his mind back on the shots; and judging from what she'd seen so far, it could be fun.<br><br>Picking lightly at the California roll with a pair of wooden chop stix that had come with the delivery, Courtney looked over the set that Dorian had created.&nbsp; It still dumbfounded her how he got a car into the loft, but she was just as happy to go with it.&nbsp; A few smudges of grease on parts of her body and a chance to put her hair up in a tight pony tail and she could really get into the part.&nbsp; "So you never explained the electrodes Mr. Driscoll."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 07:30:28</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dorian's Studio (Courtney, Dorian, Jarvis)</span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis was aware that, on occasion, his behavior could be confusing and when Dorian laughed he realized this was one such time.&nbsp; His dualistic nature meant that, in the right context, he could appear eccentric to say the least.&nbsp; Jarvis never gave this much real thought, as he would often trust his instinct and behave according to the context.&nbsp; Jarvis, too, had found his obvious display of arousal somewhat amusing.&nbsp; He felt like a sophomore in a frat house, acting the fool and demanding the centre of attention.&nbsp; He took what some would call a spiteful delight in challenging what people assumed he would be like, and given the opportunity liked to bring in a little left-field play.&nbsp; Jarvis opened the champagne with a hiss rather than an extravagant pop.&nbsp; He poured three glasses.<br><em>"So you never explained the electrodes Mr. Driscoll."</em> Courtney said.<br>"I do apologize, Courtney...I did hear your question, but as you saw, the blood rushed from my head when I saw you on the set."&nbsp; A low chuckle emanated from his belly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you are unfamiliar with these things, I will gladly talk you through it."<br>Jarvis picked up the control box. "This unassuming device is where you can set all manner of levels of electrical current...don't worry, it isn't like plugging you into the wall... it only has a nine volt battery inside."&nbsp; Jarvis flipped the unit around in his hand.&nbsp; <br>"You see here?&nbsp; These are where the leads fit into the device and in turn the leads attach to the electrodes.&nbsp; We can have six going at any one time, all at different levels of output."<br>"The current that it generates depends on the parameters you chose...for example...say I chose a pulse width of 100 microseconds, and a pulse frequency of 100 Hertz...all I'd do is turn up the milliamp setting to give the required level of stimulus...at those settings it should only take about 10 milliamps to get a sort of tickling, buzzy feeling..."&nbsp; He picked up the double bulbed electrode.<br>"Now this one..."&nbsp; He judged its weight as if it were an exotic fruit.&nbsp; "This one is a little bit special...hold up your hand for me, please Courtney.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."<br>Courtney hesitated, but complied with is request.<br>"Now make a 'O' with your fingers and hold onto the electrode so that the larger bulb is facing toward you and the smaller one toward me."&nbsp; He instructed.&nbsp; "Now the beauty of this one is that we can make the larger one ~ facing you ~ stimulate a muscle contraction, and the outer one ~ facing me ~ can buzz and tickle."&nbsp; He paused, clearly getting lost in the thought of what he would like to do with it.&nbsp; "So, imagine if this were inside you..." He tapped the larger of the bulbs.&nbsp; "And this was on the outside..." He tapped the smaller one.&nbsp; "I think we could have some fun with that...what do you think?" </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 15:08:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>Courtney complied with Jarvis' request.&nbsp; Holding the electrode in her hand she watched him explain the concept, noticing that she was getting increasingly wet from his description.&nbsp; She was sure that being in such close proximity, Jarvis could likely smell her arousal.&nbsp; Looking down at the strange metal device in her hand she turned her attention to the control box in the case.&nbsp; "So I'm just throwing out an idea here, but from an imagery point of view we could rig this up to look like it was connected to say.....a car battery....since this is a garage scene.&nbsp; And it would look like we were using the electricity from the car battery instead of the nine volt to power the device."&nbsp; Her grin grew, the corner of her mouth curled as her eyes slowly closed to mere slits.&nbsp; The look on her face was that of a person visualizing something exciting in very vivid detail.&nbsp; She placed the electrode back in the box and picked up a piece of Tuna from the plate.&nbsp; The meat was a dark red, very good quality she thought as she rubbed a small bit of wasabi on the firm red meat and slid it slowly between her equally dark red lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 10:40:12</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis &amp; Courtney in Dorian's studio</span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"So I'm just throwing out an idea here, but from an imagery point of view we could rig this up to look like it was connected to say.....a car battery....since this is a garage scene.&nbsp; And it would look like we were using the electricity from the car battery instead of the nine volt to power the device."</em><br><br>Jarvis's smile matched Courtney's grin, he looked over his shoulder, speaking to Dorian.&nbsp; "Where <em>did</em> you find this girl...she's perfect!"&nbsp; He watched her lips part to accept the the tuna.&nbsp; "Dorian, you have to hear Courtney's suggestion...I'd like to include it if that's ok with you?"&nbsp; He continued to watch her lips move as she chewed, not really waiting for Dorian's answer.<br>"Courtney." He said at last. "Something's been fascinating me...I have been meaning to ask, but haven't had an opportunity...<em><strong>Quoniam ego sum validus ut</strong></em>.&nbsp; Tell me the story behind that one, if it's not prying too much."<br>Jarvis sat back slightly, picked up his champagne and slowly took a sip, as if settling in for a good tale.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 18:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Dorian's Studio with Dorian and Mr. Driscoll</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em> "Something's been fascinating me...I have been meaning to ask, but haven't had an opportunity...Quoniam ego sum validus ut.&nbsp; Tell me the story behind that one, if it's not prying too much."</em> Courtney smiled slyly, slowly chewing the remainder of the sushi in her mouth.&nbsp; Her mind quietly slipping back over the years of her life that drove her need to put the statement of her life on her side.&nbsp; She'd always been very outgoing, but finally realized one day that life had to be lived on her terms.&nbsp; "Actually it's Quoniam sum validus" She said after nonchalantly swallowing her sushi.&nbsp; "Apparently there was a typo on my resume.&nbsp; It's a statement about how I live my life...'because I can' do anything.&nbsp; I stopped living based on societies rules and started living based on mine.&nbsp; It was very liberating."&nbsp; She picked another piece of the California Roll from the plate, dipped it in wasabi and a little soy sauce, and slid it slowly past her ruby red lips with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic- Dorian's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 19:49:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Jarvis Driscoll - Dorian's Studio with Courtney.</strong></span></div><br><em> "Apparently there was a typo on my resume.&nbsp; It's a statement about how I live my life...'because I can' do anything.&nbsp; I stopped living based on societies rules and started living based on mine.&nbsp; It was very liberating."</em><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis smiled as he watched Courtney bring the California Roll to her lips.&nbsp; "I did wonder... and it does sound a whole lot better than <em>quia possum</em>."&nbsp; He said casually.&nbsp; "Not that I have anything against homosexual marsupials."&nbsp; He chuckled a little.&nbsp; "Well, society does like one to conform, and will go to great lengths to beat you into shape."&nbsp; He placed his champagne flute on the Dorian's desk and stood up.&nbsp; "You, however, look like you'd be able to handle yourself."&nbsp; He looked around, curious to find out what Dorian was doing, but he wasn't within view.&nbsp; "Where's the artist, I wonder?" He murmured to no one in particular.<br>He closed the small leather case and fastened the clips.&nbsp; <br>"Would you excuse me Courtney, I'm going to find Dorian and tell him your <em>fabulous</em> idea about the stimulator."&nbsp; He looked down at Courtney's dark red lips.&nbsp; "Or would you like to come too?" <br>As he was&nbsp; turning toward the shooting range, Jarvis paused and started to fish in his pockets for his Blackberry.&nbsp; As it buzzed in his hand, he looked at the screen and his face changed from one of excitement to annoyance.<br>"Can't they survive for even half a day?" He muttered.&nbsp; He turned to Courtney.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry."&nbsp; His irritation was obvious.&nbsp; "But they are under strict instructions <em>not</em> to call me <em>unless</em> it is an <em>absolute</em> emergency...so...I have to assume that this is just that."&nbsp; The phone was at his ear.&nbsp; <br>"Jarvis Driscoll.&nbsp; Mmmhmm.&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; &nbsp; Is she.&nbsp; &nbsp; So why can't Philip deal with that?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, really.&nbsp; Is that so?&nbsp; &nbsp; Well, you can call her back and explain to her that this is <em>most</em> inconvenient.&nbsp; &nbsp; Let her sweat for a half hour.&nbsp; &nbsp;I should be there by then to sort the mess out for you."&nbsp; He was spitting vitriol.<br>"My dear, I am dreadfully sorry.&nbsp; I must go and hand-hold my <em>retarded</em> work colleagues through what they deem to be a crisis."&nbsp; His expression had turned frosty.&nbsp; "Please explain to Dorian that I have been called away.&nbsp; I fear we will have to reschedule all this."<br>He had reached the door of Dorian's studio, and called back over his shoulder:<br>"And don't worry, you'll be paid for your time today!&nbsp; Tell Dorian I'll call him."</span>
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