Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]
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				Title: <strong>Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Retribution</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 09:41:15</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/35ec6661ff4ed0c2917e0e7e43cee35a/tumblr_mhth66MNu01r5zymro1_1280.jpg) Wilson Rudolph was under pressure for possibly the first time in his life. A trust fund kid he had never really wanted for anything but instead had spent most of his life simply having fun. His parents were very indulgent and the party seemed it would never end. He was not interested in his father’s tire company so when he graduated from college his dad had told him simply that he needed to get a degree and find a job doing something. His father did not care what and if he did that he would have access to his fund and everything would be fine. Considering college was an excellent place to party Wilson figured it was a good plan. He chose art specifically photography as his major. Oh, he had some small amount of talent in other art fields but photography really did not require as much skill and studying as say figuring out how to mix the right color of paint.<br><br>All went well and he had been in school on the six year plan and was now 23 years old. He had a lot of fun but at last the only project left to complete was his senior thesis so to speak. All he had to do was finish it this semester and he got his degree. Get his degree and he had a job waiting for him at a small photography studio that did great work thus providing a paycheck and access to his trust fund.&nbsp; The issue was the muse was being a fickle cunt when it came to his thesis. He at last settled on a creative art spread of a sexy woman wearing a combination of real clothing and body paint.&nbsp; The idea was inspired by Sports Illustrated the swim suit issue of course. Thing was he had not been able to locate a willing and sexy woman who would get mostly naked for him. Well, mostly naked for artistic purposes Wilson was more than a little bit of a playboy.<br><br>For the body paint portion he had enlisted the aid of one of his fellow students and sometimes partner in crime Amelie Depay. Amelie studied theater and was a wiz with makeup and so she was perfect to help with this project. They would also both get credit and Amelie was nice to look at and then some. So in the continuing search for a victim er model Wilson was going to meet Amelie and they were going to have a look around the gym. That seemed a good place to find a fit woman. Then just maybe they could talk and or seduce her into agreeing to do the spread. Hell, at this point Wilson was certainly planning on paying the model if and when they found one.<br><br>So on a warm late spring evening Wilson found himself leaning against the hood of his cherry red Mustang convertible outside the campus gym. Various heavy fitness types that were both male and female were walking up and down the sidewalk. Wilson never got the attraction to all that working out but hey to each his own.&nbsp; The dudes were covered in muscle and some of the women were as well. Yet others were just sexy and that caused his mind to wander to what else they could do with those nice strong legs. Amelie was late, but he was not worried about it because it was not like he had to be at class or anything this project was all that he had left on his plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 10:13:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Amelie.jpg)</div><br>Amelie Depay had been surprised when Wilson approached her to help him with his thesis. Wilson stood out a bit as a rather unique individual in the Arts department. Most of the boys there fell squarely in either the hipster or nerd camp. Wilson was neither and looked more like your prototypical jock. She had still readily accepted to lend a hand, mostly because she would get quite a few credits herself for her efforts, as well as the fact that Wilson was easy on the eyes and she didn’t mind the idea of spending some time with him.<br><br>The Depay family came from a theater background. Her father was an actor turned director – who still performed himself on occasion. Her mother had worked in musical theater, first in Europe and then in the US – after first passing through London. They had met whilst working in a production together in NYC and fallen in love. Amelie and her younger sister Audrey were the results of that love. Unfortunately the Depay’s divorced when Amelie was just 12. Her mother had soon returned to France, and for a while Amelie lived there too. She returned to the US when she turned 18, to enroll in college and major in theater studies. She specialized in theater make-up but also minored in painting. She lacked the acting talent of her parents and sister, but her studies would at least afford her the opportunity to stay in the theater environment.<br><br>She had agreed to meet Wilson just outside the campus gym one night. She had found it an odd place to try and find their model, but it was Wilson’s project and she wasn’t about to tell him how he should go about it. She arrived about ten minutes after Wilson had in her banged up old Toyota. It was easy to spot Wilson’s vehicle, and she waved across to him before joining him. She pressed a chaste kiss onto his cheek as a greeting. <strong>“Heya… any luck yet?”</strong> She moved her head towards the small crowd that was now exiting the gym. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 14:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://xaxor.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Erin-Heatherton-VS-Sport-pics5.jpg)</div>There was a loud and the sound of air rushing out of someone's lungs, "Oh shit" Sam cursed as she regained her breath. There were times when Sam could have happily killed her flatmate Maria, and this was another one to add to the list.<br><br>Last year Maria had decided that they both need a "fun" new way to keep in shape, Maria had then decided that judo looked "fun" and that it had nothing to do with one of the instructors that Maria had developed a bit of a crush on. Finally Maria had decided this would only be "fun" if Sam came along for moral support. Although on balance Sam had enjoyed going to the gym each week, the general level of "fun" was inversely proportional to the size of ass kicking she was getting. The lack of enjoyment from any ass kicking was usually lessened by watching Maria getting her ass handed to her even harder, but Maria hadn't turned up, so Sam was denied that consolation and why Maria was on the 'kill her' list again.<br><br>Sam felt a had grabbing hers helping her back to her feet. Sam was never entirely sure how to take those helping hands, especially ones from Sally, Sam could never decide if the person was being genuinely helpful or if they were helping her up so they could put her down again, Sally was most likely in the second group. Sam wasn't exactly good friends with Sally; Sam put it down to Sally having a Napoleon complex, Sam was a foot taller than Sally and the taller her opposition was the harder Sally fought. Also there was the instructor Brian who'd taken a special interest in both Sam and Maria when they had first shown up, but despite every effort on Sally's part, Sally couldn't get Brian to look at her twice.<br><br>Sam readied herself to face the dwarf assassin again just as Brian bellowed "Mate! OK, that's enough for tonight. Better let you all go before we need to call the EMT's." Sam gave Brian a silent mental thank-you, the way Sally had been fighting, Sam knew she going to be a little bit stiff in the morning, one more reason to kill Maria.<br><br>Sam made her way to the changing room, she knew that a few of the others would be hanging around in the gym's bar afterwards but after the pasting Sally had given her she wasn't really in the mood to make nice, while having to stare at Sally's smug, evil grin. Sam quickly took off her gi and trousers and stuffed them into her backpack, the modesty layer of her sports top and pants would be good enough to get home in where she could take a nice long bath to combat her stiffening back and it would be the perfect place to plan her revenge against Sally and Maria. Sam hefted the backpack over her shoulder "OK, see you all next week." Sam gave everyone, including Sally, a friendly smile as she headed out of the changing rooms. Sam exited the gym and looked around, there was only one tiny obstacle between Sam and the warm, soapy goodness of the bath, she couldn't remember where she'd parked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Retribution</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 21:47:56</strong>
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				Wilson returned Amelie's chaste kiss and because she was a rather sexy woman and because he was incorrigible he patted her on the ass while giving her a hug. But his eyes kept sweeping over those who were leaving the gym all the while. So he would not be able to see an incoming slap or appreciation from his newly arrived companion. Whichever the case might turn out to be. Of course getting slapped by an attractive woman was half of the fun after all. He answered her while his eyes still swept the crowd "no, nothing yet." He frowned slightly while answering because all Wilson needed was to at last complete this project and life would be grand. He did not want to resort to buying a hooker to pose but by god he would if he had to! He did not need an A, a C and squeaking by would do just fine.<br><br>"I keep thinking someone with a more athletic build will do" Wilson continued his gaze sweeping the crowd leaving the gym. But then his eyes zeroed in on a woman with blonde hair. She was wearing a sports bra and workout pants. This showed off washboard abs on a tall frame with muscle tone and fitness. She was even lightly tanned and that made the whole affect even more appropriate. Wilson straightened up more now that a target was in sight. This made him tower over his companion a bit as he watched the woman he had spied move with some distress showing in her step. He licked his upper lip as he decided she would indeed do.<br><br>Being the imp he was Wilson patted Amelie on the butt again and dipped his head in the blonde's direction. "Hey I like the look of that one what do you think?" Even though he had asked an opinion he was already walking in the direction of the blonde less she escape his clutches.&nbsp; Wilson figured he would need to feel her out a bit first maybe with some helpfulness. He had after all been shot down by the first seven women he asked to pose. That was something he did not understand because he had better luck asking women to get naked and horizontal with him than half naked and in front of his camera. Just assuming his friend was following him he called out to the woman who had left the gym "excuse me Miss!?" If nothing else Wilson had plenty of self confidence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 12:57:02</strong>
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				Amelie briefly raised her eye brows when he patted her on the rump, but she did not acknowledge the act in any way. She did not feel compelled to slap him across the face, nor was she the type to giggle like a silly school girl. She joined Wilson in scanning the area for any possible candidates. She had failed to notice the blonde but the woman had not escaped Wilson’s gaze. She once again straightened her stance slightly upon being patted on the butt. This time she did roll her eyes, but she was pretty convinced he had not even noticed. He had started moving towards the young woman shortly after pointing her out to Amelie.<br><br>Amelie for her part followed in his tracks. When they got nearer she did notice that Wilson had picked a very pretty girl… no surprise there. And her physique was such that she might make a very good subject for his project. If she could be convinced, of course. After Wilson had managed to get her attention, she gave the blonde a faint smile and a nod of the head. She moved to stand beside her partner, though she intended to let him do all of the talking. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 17:41:25</strong>
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				Sam looked around the car park, it really wasn't that big so how hard could it be to spot a yellow mini? The answer was pretty simple, when everyone elses car was bigger than yours, it was pretty damn hard. When Sam had arrived she got out of the car and had turned right to get to the gym so it must in that... Sam's train of thought was derailed as a voice caught her attention, she turned to see a man approaching, he did look like he spent a fair amount of time inside the gym and while Sam liked guys who kept themselves in shape there was just something about jocks that she didn't trust, this guy looked like a jock. He seemed polite enough but was his greeting genuine or was it just a set up for some dumb prank?<br><br>"err yeah?" It was the most eloquent of replies but Sam wasn't exactly sure what was going on, those little cogs of paranoia were going at full speed, was <em>this guy going to hit on her just because she hadn't got changed properly? What kind of world was it where you couldn't make it to your car without some jock either trying to hit on you or embarrass you?</em> When the girl also approached and stood next to the jock that didn't help Sam's paranoia. <em>Was that his girlfriend? Well if it was then he wasn't trying to pick her up, so both of them were out to embarrass her?! Or maybe he was trying to pick her up so that he and his girlfriend could... </em> Sam decided to stop listening to her paranoia for a few seconds to see what was really going on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Retribution</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 21:13:33</strong>
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				The athletic looking woman had the deer in the headlights look going on. She also had her keys in her hand so deduction said she was looking for her car. So to break the ice Wilson gave her his best smile "I would like to speak with you a bit, but if I am guessing right you are looking for your car. Why don't you hit the button on the key chain and listen for the horn?" He shrugged "and don't worry I am not a serial killer or anything my name is Wilson and this is my friend Amelie we are art and a theater majors respectively. We are working on a project for school I would like to talk with you about I would be willing to buy you dinner in a nice public place of your choosing to chat with you about it."<br><br>Wilson had kept chattering hoping to disarm the woman. He also had kept his distance so as not to invade her space while making what he hoped was a useful suggestion. He also hoped Amelie would pick up and help with the charm department. Offering dinner at a place of her choosing was further laid out there to help make sure she did not think she was going to have a chat with the second coming of Ted Bundy or some other suitably psychopathic type.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Art and College Students [Retribution, RedEve, mi h]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 10:12:57</strong>
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				If Wilson had wanted for Amelie to take a real part in his recruiting process, she did not get the message. After he had invited the girl to dinner, she just gave the blonde another smile and introduced herself. <strong>“Hi there, I’m Amelie.”</strong> She extended her hand towards Wilson’s potential recruit, perhaps hoping to put the girl at ease. Based on the woman’s facial expression, she wasn’t too best pleased to have been interrupted in her “search” for her car. 
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				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 10:50:20</strong>
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				"I am not a serial killer or anything..." up until that point the idea that this guy could be, at worst, out to pull some dumb prank but after he'd brought it up <em>this guy could definitely by a Dexter wannabe</em> her paranoia chimed in. Sam looked nervously across at Amelie and shook her hand, the girl didn't give off any vibes that further aggravated her paranoia, jocks seemed to attract certain types of girls but this Amelie didn't seem to fit any of the stereotypes, so maybe her boyfriend wasn't a serial killer or maybe she's in on it.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Sam" shaking the girls hand, "Err, yeah I don't anything about art and I'm not really dressed for dinner." It's not that Sam was a prude she just wasn't comfortable being seen mostly naked and the tight fitting top and leggings felt closer to actually naked than mostly naked, so going anywhere but home wasn't an option in Sam's mind.
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				Post by: <strong>Retribution</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 13:00:57</strong>
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				Wilson gave Amelie his best thousand watt smile and even stepped back to make more space for her and the new girl and him. He was hoping that the presence of another woman would make the new girl feel more at ease. Because from what he had experienced women tended to run in herds so to speak. Of course he had not shared this information with his friend no&nbsp; need to freak her out or anything. Of course Amelie was possibly feeling the urge to beat him about now but he would likely enjoy that way too much.<br><br>So the blonde man shrugged his nicely muscled shoulders and did an impressive job of looking both shapely women in the eyes. "I did not mean right now you could of course shower up, change, whatever." Wilson shifted his smile to the new woman and added "you could even pick someplace insanely expensive just to make sure you get your money's worth." He did not even bother to add anything about the project figuring he needed to try and get her feeling at ease before anything else.
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				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>20-09-2013, 17:54:49</strong>
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				Sam's inner voices started having their own private conversation, her paranoia and self doubt were telling her this was a really bad idea and that there was something this guy wasn't telling her. Then there was the way this guy was flashing his cash around "pick someplace insanely expensive", Sam was always wary of guys like that something about the way they thought they could just buy people was a real turn off, Sam wouldn't never have joined Occupy Wall Street or anything like that but there something about the 1 percenter types that just didn't sit well with Sam. Everything was telling Sam that she should get away as far away from this guy as humanly possible but there was a tiny part of her that just wanted to know what it was they could possibly want with her. "I don't really know anything about art, so I'm sure I could help you with.. well anything." 
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				Post by: <strong>Retribution</strong> on <strong>20-09-2013, 19:16:35</strong>
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				Wilson shrugged "I did not know anything about it before I started school either, but we can talk about that later. It makes more sense in my mind if we all get to know one another first." He gave Amelie a pointed look that said 'woman you are supposed to be helping!' He then shifted his attention back to the new arrival and then soldiered on "how about it Sam? We give you some time to clean up and then if you want to meet us at say Joe's Crab Shack we can have a few drinks and dinner and then talk about it. If nothing else it is a very nice night and they have a deck at Joe's that you can sit out on and eat and it has a wonderful view of the water." He picked a place that was nice, but not too nice as he continued in his best charming tones.<br><br>"Or if that does not work for you pick another place or I would be willing to just buy you a drink or meet someplace we could just chat." He at last stepped a bit closer and added in softer tones "I mean what are you out if you hear me out?"
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