Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 04:19:03</strong>
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				Ingrid's studio set up includes:<br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/msFa3.jpg)</div><ul class="bbc_list"><li>A black back ground</li><li>A white back ground</li><li>A chroma-key back ground (green screen)</li><li>Bondage furniture - imagination is the limit</li><li>Lighting</li><li>A tripod, though it's not always used</li></ul><br>The studio itself is very bright and airy, though there are metal window shutters that block out all light - operated by remote - to keep the sun from interfering with the shoots. She likes the big windows and loves leaving the shutters up when she's having sex with her boyfriend, model Daniel Hennessy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3751948#msg3751948), or whoever is joining them that evening. <br><br>Rooms in Ingrid's Studio<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>The Studio Setup</li><li>An after care room, small, for those who did a bondage scene for the shoot</li><li>standard apartment suite, separated from the work space - kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining area, two bedrooms - one for them and one for playing.</li></ul><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 21:15:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ingrid with Daniel in their studio apartment</em><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Ing2.jpg)</div><br>Ingrid made sure that all of her back up batteries were either charged or charging for the shoot that she had that day.&nbsp; She also had a video camera ready for if there was action and wanted a shot from something that she wanted to pull.&nbsp; Even the best photographer could miss things and she was good with digital enhancement and had her own equipment that allowed her to do masterful things with ease and quickness.&nbsp; She was always up early on days that she had shoots, getting everything prepared.&nbsp; Doing it the night before was fine but the last minute things that she often forgot or couldn't do the previous evening had to be attended to. <br><br>She made sure that her camera was in fully functional, working order. Her lenses were nearby, set up on a table that she kept behind her and out of frame.&nbsp; Ingrid only had to finish getting dressed and to put on her makeup and she'd be ready for the shoot. <br><br>After she got her face on, pulled on her black jeans and black cotton tank top, she debated over a few strands of beads but remembered that the strap of the camera got tangled in them sometimes and that was more frustrating to her than anything. <br><br>Her eyes fell on the lump buried under the covers and a smile spread over her face. She giggled as she walked over to the bed and knelt on the edge behind him, wrapping her arms around him as she covered his cheek and what was available of his warm, sleeping neck in kisses.&nbsp; "Mmmm, Daniellll," she cooed, giggling quietly, nuzzling him with her nose. "Time to get up, baby." Her left hand ran down his side, under the covers, and caressed his stomach.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 19:09:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Daniel with Ingrid in their studio apartment</em></div><br><div align="center">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/3784506_gal.jpg)</div><br>Daniel moaned something indecipherable as sleep left him, the soft words of his lover pulling him slowly awake.&nbsp; He turned, her lips along his neck making him shiver slightly, and smiled.&nbsp; He blinked a few times, then ran his hands over his face, trying to clear away the fog that still lingered from the night of restful sleep.&nbsp; He was tired...late night photo sessions with Ingrid usually ensured that even a good night's rest wasn't enough to rejuvenate him...but he smiled anyway, and stifled a yawn.<br><br>"Good morning, lover..." he said, grinning, his arms wrapping around her.&nbsp; He pulled her closer to him, rolling her atop his form even as she slid her hand beneath the covers of their bed.&nbsp; His hands slid down to her hips, and his eyes rose to meet her own, his smile still clinging to his lips.&nbsp; Of all the employees in the place, he spent most of his time with Ingrid, and not only because of the relationship they shared.&nbsp; She was easily among the top photographers in Waxing Rhapsody, and her work in black and white was phenomenal.&nbsp; Buyers thought so too, as she had sold her last three shoots for a healthy profit, and there was little she wanted for.<br><br>Well, maybe not so little he thought, his morning erection grinding against her thigh.&nbsp; He chuckled quietly, his hips pressing into her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"How did last night's shoot turn out?" he asked, his arms raising as he folded them behind his head.&nbsp; "I'm eager to see the <em>quality</em> of our work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 21:54:15</strong>
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				[OOC: I'd written my opening post before I was aware that we weren't doing shoots on the first day… so I'm really winging it here. lol]<br><br><br>She smiled softly as he mumbled, he was adorable whether he'd get pissy with her for saying so or not.&nbsp; Adorable wasn't all that manly to most men so she kept those thoughts to herself and occupied her time by enjoying the shiver that her lips had caused.&nbsp; "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," she returned, chuckling low in her throat as his arms encircled her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ha! Hey now!" She didn't mind a bit but he had to think that he was getting his revenge, right? Token protests aside, she nuzzled his lips briefly as his hands moved down her hips.&nbsp; "At least you're smiling. That's always a plus."&nbsp; She countered his smile with one of her own and stared down at the sexy model that she loved, loved to shoot, and loved to tie up.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not sure yet, haven't looked at the pictures.&nbsp; Shoot isn't over, remember? I still have to shoot you some more."&nbsp; Her eyes flickered with mischief.&nbsp; "I'm sure that the one with you bent backward over the curved bondage rack with that pulsing hard on were quite erotic.&nbsp; I know I enjoyed shooting it."&nbsp; She grinned, remembering the reinforced half-barrel that was the prop in question, how his legs had been spread and how his cock had waved in the air so proudly and so turgid while he looked so vulnerable.&nbsp; She didn't see Daniel as a soft man, not by any means, but it was so erotic when she could get him in poses that made him look strong and yet soft and yearning.&nbsp; It was endearing and stirred something inside of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, there was the matter of relieving that stiffness from his body after the shoot was over, one that she'd gladly taken care of.&nbsp; An issue that she felt pressing against her thigh.&nbsp; Surreptitiously, she pressed down against him, pushing her body toward his and trapping his erection between them.&nbsp; He gave her chills quite easily and she was sure that he knew it.&nbsp; She was also sure that he'd take full advantage of it because he was a scamp like that.&nbsp; Smirking as he put his hands behind his head, she sat up, still straddling him, perched on top of the covers.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:30:06</strong>
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				((Sorry for the delay in posting!&nbsp; Work's been hell the past few days))<br><br>Daniel smirked as she settled atop him, content, it seemed, to do nothing more than rub her body against his.&nbsp; He chuckled, and then his hands moved out, his arms wrapping around her once again, and he rolled her over onto her back, his own body rolling along as well.&nbsp; He trapped her with his thighs, his erection plain to see now that it was free of the confines of the sheets.&nbsp; With that mischevious twinkle in his eye, it was obvious what was on his mind.<br><br>He bent low, pressing his lips to her own, and kissed her breifly.&nbsp; His lips slid along her cheek, moving toward her slender neck, while his hips began moving to and fro, his erection rubbing along her stomach.&nbsp; He nibbled on her earlobe for a moment, moaning slightly from the contact his body had with hers, before pausing to whisper in her ear.<br><br>"I think we should set up your camera to auto-shoot while the two of us get frisky..." he said, chuckling, one hand rising to caress her breast.&nbsp; "Who knows?&nbsp; We might even be able to sell them to some of those kinky old bastards who like buying your work..."
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:32:04</strong>
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				[No worries.]<br><br>She saw the way that he smirked and her left eyebrow twitched just slightly as she gazed down at him.&nbsp; She was trying to be professional and finish their shoot but… no.&nbsp; He wanted her on her back and under him and as he put her there, she moaned from the way that he trapped her with his body.&nbsp; "Tease," she hissed accusingly, her eyes narrowing with obvious lust, kissing him softly while she pushed her body up against him, not so much fighting him as she tried to agitate the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>His moan traveled down her spine, causing her to shudder with the deliciousness of the sound.&nbsp; It was truly divine.&nbsp; She groaned softly at his suggestion, as well as the strong hand on her breast.&nbsp; "But that would require you getting <em>off</em> of me," she quipped quietly, teasingly pressing up against his hardness. <br><br>"Thought I must admit that the idea of playing for the camera does have its merits."&nbsp; It drove her wild, being watched during sex even if it was just by the camera. In the <em>few</em> times that she'd allowed someone to tie her up for shots, she'd almost cum while being photographed and it almost drove her crazy to remember the fingers that had toyed with her while the photos had been snapped.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Gotta make a move if you're wanting to get frisky, Daniel," she taunted, her voice husky and low.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 04:52:02</strong>
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				Daniel grinned, and reached down, his hands sliding her shirt up and over her head.&nbsp; He used it to effectively blindfold her, chuckling as he did so.&nbsp; He hovered over her body, his lips lowering to her breast, and he began sucking on her nipples through her bra.&nbsp; His hips continued their slow movement back and forth, the tip of his cock sliding along her flat stomach, leaving behind a shallow and glistening trail of precum along her flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, he moved down, his fingers undoing the snap on her jeans, and he began tugging them off of her, tossing them aside when they were free.&nbsp; His hands slid up her legs, slowly, teasing her flesh with every slow upward climb.&nbsp; Finally, he spread her thighs, and knelt between them, his fingers pulling aside her thin panties so he could press his lips to her slit.&nbsp; He began suckling on her clit, his tongue alternating between licking it and her opening, while his hands rose to caress her breasts.&nbsp; He moaned, wanting nothing more than to plunge into her, but he did so love their foreplay.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anyone in particular excite your fancy?" he asked, then pushed his lips back against her body, his tongue breaking past her opening and slithering along inside of her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:48:02</strong>
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				Helping him by lifting up and shrugging out of her shirt, she gasped as he used it to blind her.&nbsp; "Daniel!" she hissed softly, arching up as her body began to respond to the heightened state of her sense of touch.&nbsp; She could feel the dampness that trailed after his cock and knew what he was spreading over her stomach.&nbsp; It caused her breath to hitch, her stomach muscles to tighten and clench, and her libido to race faster. <br><br>Soon gone were her jeans, nothing but a memory of denim dragged over her thighs and calves.&nbsp; Her hands gripped the covers tightly, fisting them frantically as her legs spread and she felt him move her panties away.&nbsp; His lips upon her body were divine, sending shooting sensations of pleasure and stabs of arousal through her quaking form.&nbsp; <br><br>"D…D<em>aaaan</em>iel!" she cried, pushing her hips up against his mouth, pressing her pussy closer to his tongue, grinding her lips against his in a very naughty and backwards sort of kiss. <br><br>"Anyone?" she rasped, her mind reeling to think of the existence of anyone besides him in that moment. "Just you."&nbsp; She cried out as his tongue entered her and her hips started moving again, pressing up and falling down only to push upward again as she sought the pleasure and the comfort that his mouth offered. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:48:45</strong>
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				The way she screamed his name only had his lips working faster as he suckled on her clit.&nbsp; She was growing wetter by the moment, and his cock was eager to press inside of her tight, hot center.&nbsp; Instead, he slid a finger in her opening as his hungry mouth devoured her, and began moaning along with her, trying to keep his mouth pressed against her as her hips began to buck.&nbsp; He wanted her to cum, to bathe his mouth in her juices.&nbsp; Watching Ingrid orgasm was one of the most erotic things he'd ever experienced, and like a junkie for the sight, he liked to watch it as often as possible.<br><br>"Cum for me baby..." he said, tearing his lips away for only a moment.&nbsp; "I want you hot and wet when I fuck you silly."
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 00:08:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Day 2, Photoshoot</span></strong></div><br>After getting Daniel up, she readied her cameras, the batteries getting drained down heavily the day before.&nbsp; She had a new, unknown to her type person, assistant and she wondered if he'd be punctual or if he'd be tardy.&nbsp; She knew nothing about him and she ran a tight ship.&nbsp; He would quickly learn that he was the <em>assistant</em> and she the photographer.&nbsp; She would take suggestions on the shoot with an open mind and heart but if he became a diva… she'd have his balls on a spike and refuse to work with him again. <br><br>Aline knew that she was temperamental but… so was the owner and the two were fast friends.&nbsp; She had insisted on not getting the clumsy Kunoichi, not sure if that was the girls real name but doubting that it was.&nbsp; The klutz had no place in Ingrid's studio and could stand to have a few lessons on how to walk like a woman.&nbsp; That might stop her from being so clumsy, at least in Ingrid's slightly judgmental mind.&nbsp; She just didn't like…excess of anything, everything had a balance. <br><br>Busying herself with setting up a few lights, keeping them out of the way for now, as she had no idea what was going to happen until she laid eyes on the subject of the shoot, she readied herself to talk to her assistant when he arrived. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:20:54</strong>
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				Anthony made his way to Ingrid’s studio, where she was setting up her lights. He frowned as soon as he saw her and had to remember that people could just be a little…dedicated about how they wanted their light. He just made a conscious note to keep her settings in mind, knowing they could change depending on the shoot, but also understood that most people had a set pattern with stuff that required placement. <br><br>He stood to the side respectfully until she was done setting the light she was on, and then moved in while she was between jobs. “Hello, Ms. Schmidt. I’m Anthony, your new assistant. It’s a pleasure to meet you” He said as he outstretched his hand. His smile was all charm, though more friendly than kiss-ass. He didn’t know her well enough to kiss ass yet, even if he had to. She looked like a real ball-buster, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he had his misgivings, but one could never judge a book by its cover, no matter how interesting the illustrations.<br><br>When they were done with introductions, he waved a hand over to the light she was going to before he interrupted her “I see you enjoy working with your tools, Ms. Schmidt, and I wouldn’t mind staying out of your way, but something tells me I should get a gist of your light preferences as soon as possible. He took out his iPhone and opened an app to take notes with. In many ways, paper was dead to Anthony, and he believed in portability, so here they were.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:54:28</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Anthony, waiting on Draven Blackwood</em><br><br>She looked up when she saw a really tall black man enter.&nbsp; Well, hello!&nbsp; She grinned when he introduced himself.&nbsp; "Call me Ingrid, or Goddess, those are your options," she said jokingly and shook his hand with a firm and honest grip.&nbsp; She let her camera hang from her neck and pulled her hair out from under the strap before pushing it over her shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm just getting the lights ready to be adjusted, they're portable and I do location shoots as well, so I take my equipment with me on them.&nbsp; As for my lighting preferences, right now, I'm just waiting on the subject.&nbsp; I won't know anything until I see him, get an idea for his skin tone, what lights would look best and any color filters.&nbsp; I do a lot of black and white images, but sometimes I sell color ones, too.&nbsp; I will be the first to admit that I can be a diva when it comes to interfering but you have a craft as well.&nbsp; I will rely on you and your ideas sometimes and be headstrong and stubborn others.&nbsp; It all depends on the feeling of the shoot."&nbsp; <br><br>Gesturing toward the coffee pot in the back corner of the studio, as well as the box of donuts, she looked toward him. "There's donuts and coffee in the back corner, and a restroom across the way there.&nbsp; Please refrain from going through the door with the beaded curtain as that goes to my home.&nbsp; I have no problem inviting you in, but I don't like people snooping in my panty drawer without me knowing."&nbsp; She chuckled.&nbsp; &nbsp; He seemed so tense, she did hope that he loosened up.&nbsp; <br><br>"The subject today, the model, is one Draven Blackwood. I've never worked with him before and I'm not really sure what to expect.&nbsp; If he's whinier than I am, we're likely to have problems." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:03:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">Draven Blackwood-Entering Lady Ingrid's Studio</div><br>Draven was ready.It is the best description any one could give. His muscular shoulders relaxed. His eyes closed as he rode up the elevator. He focused on becoming a blank canvas. He would be the tool the artist used to bring her art to life. He would be the perfect medium. That his how Draven approached his work. He knew what it took to be great and was always business at a shoot. He could here the numbers ping as he got closer and closer to Ingrid's floor. Giving his appearance one last look as the doors slid open and his first day of work began.<br><br>Draven stepped onto the floor taking in the entrance to the studio. It was a simple set up but very modern. Space was one thing they did not lack. The entrance to the floor had not really interested him though. That was for buyers. He stepped passed the empty desk at the studio entance and founds his way to where the real art began. Looking at the set up in front of him it seemed that Ingrid may prefer action shots. Again there was a lot of space.Speaking of Ingrid Draven noticed her and what seemed to be her assistant. Ingrid seemed to be going through a deep explanation of something. Draven headed towards them his stride conveying the confidence he felt. His walk that had taken hours to perfect showing that he was indeed a model who could handle himself. As Draven got near he introduced himself. " Hey, I'm Draven. We had a shoot scheduled for today I believe."&nbsp; He didn't pay much attention to her assistant who seemed to be taking notes anyway. He let a slightly flirtatious smile cross his lips as he waited for Ingrid to reply. Who he noticed could pass for a model herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:24:43</strong>
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				With a nod, he’d taken the iPhone out of note mode and slipped it back in his belt’s cradle. “I’ll keep an eye out for what you need, then M…Ingrid” He smiled a bit and took a look at the set as she spoke “I’m not much for snooping anyway, Ingrid. I understand a few things about personal space and its importance. In regards to ideas, well…I’ll try to give you as much input as you ask for, and will do my best not to abuse the privilege.” He was more than happy to buzz around while she worked, but it appear as though things were already about to start. Good thing he already had breakfast.<br><br>The first thing he thought when he saw Draven was <em>’Hmph…’</em>. There’s just some things that can’t be taken out of people, especially Anthony. One of those things, was an almost immediate size-up of another man who could be seen as a legitimate threat, and though the man was quite an imposing figure, Tony wasn’t impressed as of yet. Still…he could imagine that the guy could take a damn fine picture if he needed to . He hung back to let the artist take in her subject, and went to grab them both a bottled water. He was on the clock.<br><br>He returned to them with a water in each hand, offering them both simultaneously with a silent raise of his eyebrow. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 10:36:42</strong>
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				"Well, damn, I was honestly hoping for Goddess, but!" she sighed dramatically, "I suppose that a girl can't have it all."&nbsp; She chuckled and shook her head. "So… through all of that, you're not thinking about my panty drawer? Damn, I fail at flirting.&nbsp; If you're going to be my assistant you're going to have to pull that military stick out of your ass and fast or we're going to fight like two pit bulls over a t-bone."&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention turned to the door when another man, oh hot damn she was the middle of the Oreo cookie today!&nbsp; The mental image caused her to raise an eyebrow and smirk a bit before shaking her head quickly as if to clear it.&nbsp; "Good morning, Draven, I'm Ingrid and this is Anthony, my assistant."&nbsp; Don't let his rock hard demeanor fool you, he's really a pussy cat.&nbsp; She burst out laughing at the thought and shook her head with mirth.&nbsp; <br><br>After composing herself, she looked him over, taking the water that her assistant brought.&nbsp; "Oh thank you!. Hmmm.&nbsp; Anthony, could you get the half barrel bondage rack out please?&nbsp; And I'm going to get the chroma key back ground ready.&nbsp; What I would really like to do is bind him, hands over his head, pull him backwards over this, arched sharply, and get him painfully hard before we start.&nbsp; I'm definitely interested in just visible rope, nothing that should over power this shoot, but gently emphasize and add to it.&nbsp; A basic wrist tie, harsh rope."&nbsp; She pulled out, from her pocket, two wide bands made of thin cloth that had little bits of Velcro to fasten them.&nbsp; "The rope will hide these but they will protect the tender parts of the wrists."&nbsp; She smiled at Draven and pushed the button that would unfurl the green screen back drop.&nbsp; <br><br>When the back drop was set, she gestured toward the small card table near the coffee and donuts.&nbsp; "Before we jump right into things, I'd like to have a short bit of conversation and a snack to get us better acquainted.&nbsp; I don't treat my models like soldiers, or my assistants.&nbsp; Not sure what you two are used to but the shoot will go much more smoothly if there's a bit of camaraderie in the air and less tension."&nbsp; Taking a very messy cream filled and chocolate iced donut, she put it on a napkin and got a mug of coffee.&nbsp; "It's Starbucks, I just buy it, so it's not something that'll peel your tongue."&nbsp; She chuckled and settled down into one of the rolling desk chairs that surrounded the four foot square table. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 23:14:46</strong>
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				[OOC: Oreo cookie lmao. and nice touch she likes "cream filled chocolate" donuts lolz]<br><br>Draven listened as she dished out orders to Anthony. He was liking what he heard. Draven loved to be dominate but every now and again would switch. She looked like the type of woman who took charge to begin with. He was definitely interested in what she had to offer to his portfolio and other wise. Ingrid lead them over to a table where their were snacks and refreshments. He wasn't sure you could call coffee a refreshment and said so jokingly. Her body was definitely graceful. He watched her slide into her chair barely hearing the hold not treating him like soldier bit.<br><br>Draven definitely liked her style. He took the water from Anthony and slid into the chair opposite Ingrid. Eying her as he got comfortable, He Wanted her for a snack more than anything else, but kept that to himself. "I see you like chocolate" he said instead as he picked up it's vanilla counter part.Then slid the donut into his mouth enjoying the flavor. He smiled as his eyes passed over the Velcro band sitting on the table. He put down the donut and slid them onto his wrist.Smirking as he said "Slave or soldier? I can't figure out which is better, but since you won't treat me like a soldier. I guess that only leaves a slave," He said peeking up at her to see how she reacted.&nbsp; He was in full charm mode. To what end he didn't know or care.He just really wanted to have fun. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 23:39:54</strong>
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				<em>’Panties…’</em> He thought after her statement, <em>’Why would she have to bother with those?’</em> he shrugged a little to himself and nodded after the waters were taken, from there he was off to get the barrel rack. Now…he had to put two and two together, and was glad that it looked about how he imagined it, and even more glad that he didn’t have to do an image search on the fly through the internet. Embarrassed much? In any case, he decided he would only ask about the really –hard- stuff.<br>&nbsp;<br>He got the rack into place at a bit of an angle, for now. He wasn’t sure how she would want photos taken, but he did make sure to walk completely around the rack to make sure she could get in and around if need-be. His ears were open as he worked, and found himself nodding at Ingrid’s use of the Velcro straps. He appreciated the care and thought put into something so common as to be overlooked. If there was no other thing she did today that would label her a professional, she would still be able to fall back on that one moment.<br><br>Once he was done for the time being, he took a seat with the other two, having heard Draven’s comment on Ingrid’s donut choice, he decided to simply smile passively and sit closer to Ingrid, but still to the side, as to allow them comfort together. He’d settled on the glazed bow tie, for no other reason than he liked them…a lot. The donut wouldn’t have lasted long in his hands. They would have looked at him to see he was discreetly sucking the glaze off his fingers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:01:13</strong>
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				[Boston Cream or Bavarian Cream are the best donuts. :P *bats eyelashes innocently*]<br><br>"Aww, but coffee can be very refreshing. It doesn't perk everyone up, you know.&nbsp; Hyper people get sleepy after drinking it."&nbsp; She was one of those when she drank a lot of it.&nbsp; She looked the two men over and absently wondered if either one of them liked to wrestle with women.&nbsp; She got a thrill out of managing to pin a man and being able to dominate him, but, too, got a kick out of being pinned.&nbsp; Both were winners either way, it just determined who was the top and who was the bottom and was fun to boot.&nbsp; <br><br>"Love sweets in general, but I am partial to chocolate," she said, dragging the tip of her right index finger through the frosting and putting it to her lips, her eyes down on the confection for the moment, looking up as she licked and sucked the sweet delight from her fingertip.&nbsp; "I don't like white chocolate though, with the exception of Lindor Truffles, it's a misnomer, it's not really chocolate, or… at least I don't think it is.&nbsp; Milk or dark, those are the best. Ghirardelli has some of the best dark caoco, usually about thirty-five to sixty percent is my range of favorites."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Chuckling at Draven's words, she shook her head.&nbsp; "Most slaves are mindless, or expected to be. I only like slaves who can think for themselves and like to please."&nbsp; She winked and smiled as she rolled the sweetness over her tongue, her mouth closed as she savored it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She looked over at Anthony, licking his fingers. "Tease." She winked and pulled a small piece off of her donut and popped it in her mouth. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 12:53:20</strong>
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				<em>dragging the tip of her right index finger through the frosting and putting it to her lips, her eyes down on the confection for the moment, looking up as she licked and sucked the sweet delight from her fingertip</em><br><br>Draven paid attention to her little display. His groin jumped a little. This woman new how to turn a man on. His avid imagination was already in some dirty places,but he guessed she knew that. He wondered how she liked it. His feral eyes were already looking for a reason to get a little closer. Maybe even show her just how much he like the taste of vanilla. Draven unconsciously licked his lips. He looked in Anthony's direction just to see if he was having the same thoughts as Draven. It was hard to read the man. Seeing how he was also licking his fingers. Which warranted a smile. He looked back at Ingrid and said. "Who said&nbsp; I would be a willing slave. First chance i get I'd pin you to to the ground and.....Draven let his voice trail off. He let her imagination do the rest.<br><br>As she flirted with Anthony. Draven got up and dropped tossed his napkin and cup in the garbage. When he sat back at the table he chose a seat much closer to Ingrid. He was on one side Anthony the another. His mind couldn't help but think Oreo cookies. Which caused him to flash his model smile, but his eyes still filled with want. " You look even better close up" he said as he relaxed in the chair. letting his comment hang in the air for the moment. Before finishing "Maybe i should get little closer for a better look". The wheels on his chair giving a slight roll in her direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 05:52:48</strong>
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				Anthony had kinda looked at her in a ‘wha…?’ moment, as he was lost in a bit of a sugar trance. Dance those things could be good when they wanna be. Tease? Him? He knew she was kidding, though it was hard to read their relationship as her assistant. He’d had an opportunity to assist different types of people, most of whom only wanted him to make their lives easier by doing all the shit they didn’t want to. Understandable…it came with the job, but he was finding the atmosphere in this studio to be nearly limitless in its sexual charge. It was very much taking some getting used to, even for a guy like him who has played the field.<br><br>He had this uncanny feeling that this particular place didn’t have an HR person who talked much about interoffice flirtation…in fact, even if it did, he would expect that they would either be caught getting their dick sucked or pussy ate out on the copier machine later that day. It was all about vibes, and it was more than apparent that he wasn’t given many of his own. He stole a glance over at Draven to see how he took all of this, and he appeared to be at the trough and eating with both hands, god bless him. <br><br><em>’Well, let’s review out current situation, buddy. We’re about to help a woman take shots of a man who’ll be tied and arched over a barrel rack. She’ll want him as hard as possible, and you’re already wondering whether or not to tie a string or something along the guy’s shaft so that the angle brings out his cock more, instead of on his stomach. Whether you realize it or not, you have arrived’</em> he couldn’t help but smile a bit at the way his life here had progressed since his hire.<br><br>He’d stood by, content to let Ingrid and Draven circle each other like animals sniffing the air. Camaraderie, his ass. She wanted to work them into a sexual frenzy, probably to fuel the photo shoot itself, maybe just because she needed a good piping before the shoot, who the hell knew. He did know that she’s been the first woman he’s met so far in his short life to get him to change his mind on tattoos on a female. That and her yummy looking chest was enough for him to sign on with Draven. When the guy rolled to her, Anthony slowly moved back just a bit, to get behind her <em>’I can’t believe I’m doing this…have I fucking lost it? What if she…fuck it’</em>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 02:34:50</strong>
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				Noticing the look in Draven's eyes, Ingrid's sparkled mischievously; it wasn't going to take much at all to get this man achingly hard for the shoot, it seemed.&nbsp; Watching his tongue dart out over his lips, she couldn't help but let her imagination and her curiosity run with the thoughts of what his tongue could do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, well that is very interesting." Hell yeah it was! Her breathing sped up and her breasts rose in a more pronounced manner as her eyes moved to the other man in the room and Draven threw his cup and things away.&nbsp; <br><br>Anthony seemed a bit surprised, as if this were all new to him.&nbsp; He'd learn in time, especially if he was going to be her assistant.&nbsp; Hell, maybe even Daniel would want to get to know him and possibly film or watch the two of them.&nbsp; She liked getting to know her assistants well.&nbsp; Another reason that she didn't want to work with the clumsy little sprite, which thankfully Aline had been understanding about. <br><br>"Metal rings," she said with a nod, looking over against the far wall where a cart, much like the kind one might find at a Home Depot or Lowe's, held six large steel plates with rings welded to them.&nbsp; "Three I think. One above his head and one for each leg, spreading him wide for the camera.&nbsp; Ropes around each ankle and his wrists bound together."&nbsp; The image was erotic in her mind and she wanted to see it come to fruition.&nbsp; "Maybe, if you're willing, Draven, even some cane lines on your inner thighs?&nbsp; It'll only hurt a little and I can almost guarantee that you'll enjoy it.&nbsp; Pleasurable pain."&nbsp; A closer look?&nbsp; She let her eyes travel him, showing her lust and desire for both of them.<br><br>A slow smile spread across her face. "And afterward, if you're good, I might even relieve the tension that this is causing," she said, her tone seductive and low, sensual and velvety.&nbsp; Noticing that they were getting into positions in front of and behind her, she smiled widely.&nbsp; "I think it's time for that shoot.&nbsp; Draven, you can get undressed any time you like.&nbsp; Anthony, would you mind giving me a hand with the plates, I'll roll them over if you'll unload them, they're hard for me to lift." <br><br>If they were both on board, that shoot could turn out to have a very satisfying end for all of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 04:38:51</strong>
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				Ingrid had said the magic words just not how he had expected. It didn't matter to him though. He stepped over to his bag unzipping it as he set it on a nearby table. Draven slid the shirt up. The fabric slid up his perfectly developed abs. He had spent hours in the gym perfecting his body. It was his profession to look good. He folded the shit and set it in the bag. <br><br>Then his pants were next to go. He knew where he had come to shoot and didn't bother to wear any underwear. Though he had them in his bag if needed them. His long black member rested gently against his thigh. It wouldn't for long when Ingrid got her way he thought with a smile. He made his way to his waiting for photographer. Taking his time. He thanking god it wasn't cold in there as He let Ingrid take in his body. The thought of having her body made his visible cock jump again. <br><br>He smiled knowing she saw what happened. It was kind of hard to miss. "I think your going to have to come over hear and tie me up." He said to Ingrid. Not taking his attention from her. She was the boss after all and had to postion him where she wanted but his statement had had just enough sex as he wanted. The tension all three of them created was palpable. <br><br>He wondered if they would make it through the entire shoot. he doubted it. They would prob have to do another if they didn't finish this one. Draven put those thoughts away for the moment as he waited for secret to tie him to the barrel. He extended his wrist to her wishing he was giving her something else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 11:58:49</strong>
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				Anthony nodded, from behind Ingrid as she mentioned the metal rings “Lead the way” he said with a grin. To the side, he saw Draven getting prepped. He was a big guy without being monstrously huge, and looked like he knew his way around a set of weights. He was already thinking of adjusting the light for his skin tone, and he let Ingrid know that as well. As they were walking to the plates, he thought about it a little more “And I’m sure you’ve been thinking about it too, but oil would probably be a good idea. Really bring out those muscles”<br><br>He was fairly casual about it, as he was become more job-minded at this point. Once they arrived at the plates, his eyebrow went up and he grinned “Wow…your handiwork?” he asked, wondering if this lady knew her way around a blowtorch as well. Either way, he was impressed with what he saw so far. In more ways than one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 01:31:40</strong>
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				While Draven got undressed, her attention was on the shoot; she had a way of being able to hold her job in higher regard than her hormones though she didn't know if her counterparts in other studios had that same ability.&nbsp; If the truth was told, she didn't give a flying shit either.&nbsp; Her studio was her life, her shoots what fed her.&nbsp; She did her job and played when the work was taken care of. <br><br>She grabbed the card and pushed her body against the handle to get it rolling, once it started moving it was just a matter of steering.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yup. Pain… in… the… ass…to make!" she grunted out, pulling the cart to a stop.&nbsp; "The first three designs were a complete fail, I have two sets, one with moving rings though they tend to stick a little, and these with stationary rings.&nbsp; Dad was a mechanic and I've done some work on my own vehicles in the past… mostly bikes but I don't ride much these days."&nbsp; She traded her Harley in for a Casio with a zoom lens, so to speak.<br><br>"I'll tie you up when we get the scene set, unless you want a limb pulled too far out of place compared to the others.&nbsp; Safety first, big boy."&nbsp; She grinned as her eyes fell on Draven's cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 05:38:07</strong>
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				Draven smiled as he saw where her eyes landed but went for a towel any way. He excused himself and made his way toward his bag. He Grabbed but then decided to put on his black boxers that hugged his body just right. Ingrid didn't seem to want to play until she finished her shoot. So Draven decided he would help set up. So they could get to his favorite part of the shoot. Taking his picture. To be honest that was when Draven felt most alive. He'd love to see the outcome of his hard work end&nbsp; up in the gallery and who knows maybe a wealthy buyer will take a liking to it. <br><br>Draven slid next to. Ingrid and asked where he could help ready to do whatever need to be done. he knew there were usually people who did these things but he didn't mind a little pre-shoot work out. He didn't feel right when he saw Ingrid struggling with the cart. He wondered what kind of assistant was Anthony not jumping in to help. That not how one goes about doing things if he's trying to get laid. '<em>Foreplay starts the moment you meet,</em>' Draven thought to himself. Speaking of which he sent Ingrid another one of his Lustful gazes as he went to work setting up where she instructed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 00:14:21</strong>
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				He stood by as she pushed, raising an eyebrow slightly, but she seemed good with it, and who was he to push upon her right to get her load where she wanted, how she wanted? He would concentrate on placing the plates where she says, knowing that if she was having a bitch with them on wheels, then they’d be interesting pieces to move by hand. He listened to her as they went, nodding a bit at the bike comment. <br><br>“Something tells me you didn’t do crotch rockets, but I bet you’d do well on one” He said with a grin. She was slender enough to hug where she needed, but still enough of a woman to tell the demon where to go in a pinch. It’s actually been a few months since he’s been able to ride his Kawasaki, and though he didn’t miss the impending sense of death he got every time he rode it…much, he definitely missed the sound. <br><br>When they arrived a short hop away on the set, he grinned to find Draven ready to go. Guy was already dressed, and one didn’t do that early unless they wanted the goods to show. Guy might as well as posted flyers, but Anthony couldn’t hate. They used to tell ladies “If you’ve got it, flaunt it”, so why the hell not for the menfolk? Besides, considering the kind of shoot they were doing, it was a plus that the guy was hung. Discomfort with the guy’s nude form didn’t really register. He’s been in too many locker rooms for that to affect him now.<br><br>He did chuckle at Ingrid’s words, but was kind enough to add “And I wouldn’t want to be responsible for placing one of these plates on it by accident, so reel it in, mah man.” When he grabbed a plate, he braced for the weight and lifted with a smooth hiss. It had weight, but it was still manageable “How do you want it, Ingrid?” When he saw Draven act like he wanted to help, he patiently shook his head “You’re the one in front of the camera, not me. Something happens to you, all of this is for nothing. Just let me do my thing” He didn’t leave the guy time to answer, he just went to the area Ingrid pointed at to get his job done.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 16:50:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Place holder </span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">We will probably finish via Pm's when secret returns. In the mean time Draven will be else where in the game (haven't decided yet)</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Ingrid's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 08:04:51</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, spiraling</em><br><br>She burst through the door of her studio/apartment, pulling her boots off the second that she got inside. Fuck, but they made her feet hurt.&nbsp; Beauty was pain sometimes. What a crock of shit.&nbsp; She stumbled her way through the dark, a path she'd walked countless times before.&nbsp; There was a bottle of Jack somewhere, she knew.&nbsp; But where had she hidden it?&nbsp; Under the kitchen sink?&nbsp; She headed there and checked.&nbsp; "Oh fuck yes," she said softly, her tears almost blinding her as she pulled the bottle out.&nbsp; <br><br>Not bothering with a glass or ice, she turned the bottle up and took two healthy swallows, not feeling the burn nearly as much as she had the first round.&nbsp; "Fuck you, Morgan," she muttered and padded toward the couch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Step above a mall grade photographer…" she muttered darkly, repeating his hateful words.&nbsp; "Battery operated boyfriends! You don't know <em>SHIT!</em>" She screamed at no one, at her mental Morgan.&nbsp; She dropped onto the couch and took two more swallows out of the bottle, leaving just another few in there.&nbsp; She didn't drink much and she knew that she was reaching her limit on consumption.&nbsp; The bottle hadn't even been quite half full and it was a pint.&nbsp; She could feel the alcohol hitting her blood stream and she wanted more.&nbsp; She turned the bottle up and didn't stop until it was empty.&nbsp; Three deep swallows and it was done.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat there, fuming, the alcohol beating through her veins, growing drunker and angrier with each passing thud of her heart.&nbsp; After several long moments had passed, she wasn't quite sure how many, she got up and staggered out to her studio.&nbsp; She flipped the glaring lights on angrily, the switch making an audible click as it snapped into place. <br><br>"Mall grade fucking goddamn shit!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, bending over as she shouted, her hands balled into fists at her sides.&nbsp; Making her way over to the window nearest to the dumpster and shoved it open.&nbsp; She pushed the screen out and smiled when she heard it hit the ground four stories below.&nbsp; The fifth floor made quite a drop. <br><br>Tripping over her feet, she went to the scattered stack of prints, all shapes and sizes, that she had for various things, swearing at each and every one of them.&nbsp; She lugged them, one at a time, over to the window and tossed them out.&nbsp; "STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed into the night air.&nbsp; One by one they landed on each other, the dumpster, and the pavement below.&nbsp; <br><br>She dropped to the floor under the window, sobbing hysterically, curling up into a ball with her side against the wall.&nbsp; Her arms wrapped tightly around herself.&nbsp; "I don't need you! I don't need any of you! FUCK YOU ALL!"&nbsp; She choked on her tears and slid down into the floor, her body shaking from the force of her sobs.&nbsp; She hated them all. Her parents. Daniel. All of them.&nbsp; Who needed them? Not her! They didn't care.&nbsp; They didn't love her, they didn't matter.&nbsp; Not anymore.&nbsp; She didn't need Morgan or his insults.&nbsp; Had he not have insulted her work, she might have apologized to him for what she'd said - she had only said those things out of frustration, not even at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Trying to stand up, she faltered a few times before crawling toward the door.&nbsp; Morgan. She wanted to kick his fucking face in, minus her boots. She'd do it in her stocking feet.&nbsp; That son of a bitch! She'd claw his goddamn eyes out and shove them up his ass!&nbsp; She hadn't insulted his work, the fucking tool!&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly she reached the door and pulled it open, crawling through the gap, her palms smacking on the floor.&nbsp; The look in her eyes was nothing short of deranged.&nbsp; Where was that bastard? Where was his studio?&nbsp; She kept crawling till she found it. <br><br>[continued on the sixth floor, Morgan Delany's studio]<br>
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