Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:23:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Kitty Cho's Studio 54</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/snarlyoldman/studior-001.jpg)</div><br>Welcom e to Kitty Cho's Studio 54!&nbsp; Rock out as her camera flashes, the atmosphere anywhere from hard crashing beats to the soothing chill of chant.&nbsp; Through the eye of her lens, she see a different world, a world where the model is not a center peice or a pretty face but breathing art.&nbsp; Feel as one with the enticing play of her ropes and scarves along the human body, a blank palatte of desire caught in the shutter of her camera lens.&nbsp; Now show her your emotion, and give her the shot of a lifetime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:45:38</strong>
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				Kitty slipped through the pass through door of her Studio, shutting it behind her with a clang.&nbsp; She leaned against it and blew out the breath she was holding.&nbsp; <em>Safe.</em>&nbsp; She smiled to herself and leaned her portfolio and bag by the door and walked to survey her studio and home.&nbsp; She spun about on her heels, arms wide.&nbsp; "I'm home!"&nbsp; Her voice sang out, nearly echoing.&nbsp; She walked over to the living portion of her home and fell back on a divan of white suede and stared up into the crossbeams.<br><br>Well, she was going to have to face Aline at some point, sure, but for now, she was going to enjoy the comfort of her place.&nbsp; At least while she waited for Andrew to come and visit her.&nbsp; That should be pleasant enough.&nbsp; He was certainly nice to look at but business first.&nbsp; She sighed and hopped off the divan and grabbed her camera bag.&nbsp; She walked over to the table st up for discussing the frames and took out each camera for inspection.&nbsp; She hated the way security manhandled her crap.&nbsp; Her crap.&nbsp; She began to hum and turned on the computer so she could upload the digitals.&nbsp; later tonight she would go relax in the darkroom.&nbsp; She still had a thing for the old fashioned way of photography.&nbsp; Something about being in the redlit room amongst the chemicals that made her feel as if she was truly creating something.<br><br>When the computer whirred to life, she began downloading memory drives into it, looking at the ones that inspired her the most.&nbsp; She paused and stared at one she had taken of a Kinbaku Master, tying a woman in her kimono, using bamboo.&nbsp; She let her mind drift to that place that gave her inspiration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 15:22:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew dropping in for a quick visit to the studio</div><br>Andrew had collected his art work from India and made his way to the Studio 54. He had promised he would attend the basement event but needed to drop off the sketches.<br><br>They were of cartoon characters in unusual poses and acts. He had drawn a few and wanted to try and reenact them in a photo session. He was no photographer but he figured Kitty might have the pull to find someone and some models who could pose for them. Of course Andrew was looking for a cash spotter fee or commission for his ideas. And he heard that Kitty might just like the ideas he had.<br><br>With the costume party later he could be able to see just who might look good in the shots. He stood nervously at her door and then he knocked.<br>He hoped that she would not be unhappy with him being a little late to see her. The lunch had lingered a little. His thoughts of India still swimming in hi head. He remembered her butt as she bent to collect his sketches from the safe. And his mind was a little lost. He would probably not even notice that Kitty had called out to him. or had even answered the door.<br><br>Andrew gripped the folder tightly as he stood gazing at the studio his mind elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 08:51:58</strong>
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				Kitty looking at Andrew looking at....<br><br><br>Kitty had contact sheets spread out on the table when she realized someone was at the door.&nbsp; When she opened it, the guy...Andrew, was there.&nbsp; He was looking like he was miles away.&nbsp; She turned away, muttering something about men and chaji*.&nbsp; She went and sat back down at the table and started sweeping the sheets of some of her latest stuff into a pile.&nbsp; Her eyes were burning from looking through the loupe for over an hour.&nbsp; She rubbed at her eyes and shut the light off beneath the table, the bright light not helping.<br><br>"So...Andrew, is it?&nbsp; Are you going to stand there all day or do we have some business to discuss," she asked as she leaned back in her chair, kicking her feet up to the table, the length of her bare slender legs crossing at the ankles.&nbsp; She regarded him with her photographers eye, catching a few things.&nbsp; She never stopped seeing the potential pictures in everything.&nbsp; She picked up a pen and began to flip it in her fingers as she waited, her stare intense and cocky.<br><br>*chaji = pussy
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 13:09:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew in dream land awaken by an angel</div><br>Andrew shook out of his drifted thoughts, to see the woman turn and the legs and the shape, and it took him back to earth immediately<br><br>"Sorry Yes I am Andrew Murton. I was admiring your (pause) studio. I am here to well I am not sure. I am suppose to be on staff here and I was told you might need a little boost up. I also have some sketches that I drew that you might like to use as model poses with your models. I was supposed to see you eariler, but I met some folks downstairs and lunch went into overtime. Anyway glad to meet you. Can I help with what appears to be a mountain of paper work?" He said.<br><br>He looked at her office and the decor and knew he was dealing with a lady of class and refinement, and they often tended to be the kinkiest. He tried not to look at her long legs, but his eyes betrayed him. He was a lousy poker player too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 08:01:59</strong>
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				Kitty with Andrew, curiouser and curiouser....<br><br>Kitty looked at Andrew and his offer.&nbsp; She smiled to herself as she realized he was getting an eyeful of her slender legs.&nbsp; Definitely, she confirmed, following his gaze.&nbsp; She gave him another moment and then pulled her legs off the table and sat upright facing him.&nbsp; She tilted her head as she regarded him and wondered what it was that brought him to her.<br><br>"Unless you can make a model stop opening her mouth like she was a fish when I ask for throes of passion, then sure."&nbsp; She picked up the loupe and tapped it against her pile.&nbsp; "What I need is a model that doesn't overact.&nbsp; Aiya, I think paperwork is the least of my worries.&nbsp; But you....you had something you wanted to show me," she said as she ran a hand therough her long dark hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Kitty Cho's Studio 54</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 07:40:22</strong>
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				Andrew looked up and saw the rather attractive face to match the legs he had been staring at. He was taken by her beauty. He did have a thing for the exotic women, and he couldn't help but smile and thought of the wicked answer he could have given to her question<br><br>":I'm not a photographer as such, I do have one random shot of a picture I took awhile ago. I am more a prop maker. I have some wickedly devilish designs and ideas for making shots. I don't want to give my secrets away, but I can give you a rough drawing or explanation of them. I just wanted to see what sort of things you like to use in your work. Perhaps a tour of your studio might give me a perspective. I could think of worse things to do than spend time in such presence of a lady like yourself. We should ask questions I suppose feel each other out, so to speak." He spoke with growing confidence.<br>He handed her This (http://www.artbrokerage.com/artthumb/sorayama_3984_3/850x600/Hajime_Sorayama_2005_Bondage.jpg)picture as an example of his work and stood by to await her response to a tour of her studio.<br><br>He couldn't help but notice her eyes and how they sparkled. This place was so filled with beauty, he was hardly sure he could stay focused on work<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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