VIP Room- Private booth 1
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				Title: <strong>VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 06:44:50</strong>
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				<br><br>(http://www.envysandiego.com/media/vip_landing_01.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 01:33:30</strong>
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				The first thing he did when he walked into the booth is look at the corners, scanning for anything that might be used against him in the future. He was not as foolish and arrogant as he acted, he learned how to be cunning and careful as his father had taught him to be. Finding the little black mirror in the corner he spit right into it, the slapped a bill into the device. All the camera would record now was the face of the 7th president of the united states. <br><br>"Muchachitas (ladies) befor we get starded, I have sumthing fur yu, if yu wan it thad is." <br><br>The&nbsp; platinum case (http://www.walshbrothers.co.uk/Stock001/silver/HB6064s.jpg) came back out, open it he pulled out matching, custom made razor and mirror. The small foil contained the powder, opening it he placed enough for a few lines on the glass. Cutting it, he placed it down and reached into his pocket to roll up a bill. <br>(http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39421000/jpg/_39421196_coke_main_203.jpg)<br><br>Sliding it into his mouth he leaned back and waited for one of them to make a move. A quick wink went to each one of them as he got comfortable in the high class leather couch. This was a fun game, he wondered who would be the first to lean over for the bill into his waiting hands, and if that person would bend over as she snorted a line, giving him a close up look. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 03:23:33</strong>
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				"oh my god" juicy whispered." its cocaine"<br>Watching the white powder on the mirror, and raised her eyebrow.<br>When she wanted to do this, she never had in mind to be confronted with drugs.<br>What if she got addicted, her parents would kill her and had enough money to stash her in some institution far away.<br><br>But his look was so inviting, he reminded her off the lover boy types they were always talking about in Europe.<br>Never heard of a Latin loverboy. But imagine they existed.<br>This was getting dangerous.<br><br>Turn and look at cherry, not knowing what to do.<br>Once wouldn’t make her addicted, or it could? Looking back at him trying to figure what he had planed.<br>Why he offer them the cocaine for free, knowing how expensive it was.<br><br>What the hell, she thought and walk over. taking the rolled up bill from his hand<br>The mirror was on the table facing his side.<br>Juicy was nervous, she never did cocaine or nay drug before.<br>Bending over the mirror, closing a side of the nose and snort a line.<br><br>“<em>Wow</em>” juicy reacted to full alertness she was experiencing. The soft music made her wanting to dance. It was so hot in the room. Her body was tingling .she was full off energy. <br>Turn and face him.<br>Juicy got closer and sat on his lap, sensually she lean in towards his ear. <br>Nibble and licking it, breathing her hot breath over it. <br>Juicy let out a soft aching moan. <br>Softly nibble his neck, and then smell him.<br>breathing him in as if she were getting high off his scent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 07:34:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The speakers blared the bass and tremble of Get Low (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qlkgneCbZM). As they walked into the hallways leading into the next room, Lacy shook her head. Wearing a cynical smile. She felt like she was in a badly made porno movie now, where all the songs had their hidden messages. Popping up at just the right moments. She was eager to hear what song she would be lucky enough to get when the shit hit the fan. <br><br>When they got to their destination, Lacy lingered behind some. She took time to notice subtle things. Walking into things blindly was never one of her shortcomings. The red interior was fitting, almost stereotypical of a place called The Sin Bin. Yet, at the same time, the private room fit the epitome of the definition: luxurious. Satin pillows rested on the shiny leather couch, where the Latin man and Juicy got cozy. The room was dimly lit with candles and a low voltage light over head. The coffee table in the middle of the L shaped seat was stocked with Greygoose, and assortment of fresh citrus, and something she had hardly been known to harbor...<em>Envy</em>. The bottle brought a grin to Lacy's lips as she took in her surroundings. Hiding behind the ice bowl was what the girl let her gaze linger on. Her frat friends called it 'White girl'. She and her sisters called it 'Snow'. But tonight, to Lacy&nbsp;it was <em>incentive.</em> Both literal and figurative. <br><br>On edge with the things tugging at her conscience, Lacy stood at the door. Shrewdly weighing her options. <em>Taking the line was of no question</em>. She wasn't a newbie to that, <strong>nor</strong> was she an addict. Just a girl who knew how to have a good time when it presented itself. The dilemma was with her <em>loyalty</em>, to the club and the client. She had scales weighing in her head. If she played her cards right, Lacy would have her cake, and eat it too. Most of her college professors always <em>said</em> she had too much of a Machiavellian way of thinking for someone so young, and seemingly innocent. <br><br>In the "walk-through" Lacy remembered the most random things. Camera positions being one of them. <br>So, it seemed like the Latin man knew about the camera behind the mirror. The hush money stuck to it. Warning the club to keep his actions on the down low. But did he know about the <em>other</em> camera? The one that was activated with a trip of the door closure. Once that lock sunk into the door sill, it would be blackmail central. Lacy hung on the door for a moment. The knob held behind her in both hands. She watched <em>him</em> roll up a bill and entice Juicy to do what had to be, her first line. Lacy slinked to them slowly. Holding a nonthreatening palm out to their guest, while the door remained ajar for the moment."VIP card...<em>please</em>."</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 11:05:27</strong>
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				Like the serpent tempting eve to the apple, he watched with diabolic intent as Juicy took what appeared to be her first line ever, that or her tolerance was very very low. Grinning he liked seeing her body become sensitive as her nerves sharpened and her body increased in heat. His right hand slid under the crotch of her thong, gently rubbing her mound with two fingers, drawing out her clitoris. Francisco did not want a women who did not get wet for him, nor feel as it was forced upon her. He had to much pride to associate himself with people of that sort, no...he wanted her to moan and crave him inside of her. The idea of playing the game with them was turning him on, his pants beginning to tighten as a large bulge began to develop. <br><em><strong><br>"VIP card...please."<br></strong></em><br><br>The words snapped him back into reality, the liquor cursing through his body had caused him to forget where he was exactly. He looked away from juicy and onto the exotic tanned body of "Cherri" with a smile. <br>"Yu wan to play also Mami?" <br>He winked at her but nodded at her words, his free hand reaching into his jacket's pocket, pulling out the card that came with the invitation. Not wanting this private session to end early, espically when he had Juicy squirming in his lap. He removed two hundred dollar bills from the clip, one for each of them, laying them on the table in front of them. <br>"Is that wut yu wanted?" <br>Both eyes moved to Juicy, who was enjoying her time in his grasp then back to Cherri. It was up to the tanned goddess in front of him to decide what she would do now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:30:05</strong>
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				Ahhh good.&nbsp; Lacey rembered the camera and microphones triggered by the door.&nbsp; She could get as high as she wanted to, for all the club cared.&nbsp; It helped business to keep the ladies loose.&nbsp; Conor started recording the proceedings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 00:35:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Thank you.'</em> The girl mouthed with no audio, as the guest dispensed his member pass. Slow and graceful was Lacy's hand, as it reached for the VIP Card. She sent the Latin man a crooked smile. As <em>he</em> sent a hundred down to the table for her to react to, she nodded. "We'll have lots of time to play." She walked backwards, scrutinizing the scene before her. It only took three long strides to get back to the opened door. Protocol was to shut the door, and swipe the card. It would then lock and trigger the backup surveillance. Lacy hesitated. Letting her nosiness get the better of her. She twirled the card in her hands. His name was embossed on the bottom corner of the piece of plastic. "Francisco Guerrero..." She paused. When she shut the door, Lacy jammed his VIP card between the door and the strike plate. Lodging it shut, but not locked. This way, the cameras would not switch on, but <em>would</em> tell onlookers that the room was occupied. She continued speaking. "I just relieved you from a shit load of problems."<br><br>She sauntered to the table at a quicker pace. Openly feeling like she did enough to deserve the drug shamelessly now. Sitting her tush on the cold ass coffee table. Lacy wasted no time. She grabbed a stir stick and the hundred dollar bill. Using the plastic to help create a tight cylinder shaped straw like device. She slid the stir stick out and tossed it aside. Sliding the mirror towards her, the girl lined the delicate white powder up with the razor blade. Her line was too long for the mirror to hold, that it trickled onto the tabletop about an inch or so. She secured the bill to rest against the edge of her right nostril. Covering her left nostril with her middle finger, Lacy hinged forward. In a swift sweep the white powder was vacuumed off the surface. <br><br>She hunched over herself for a moment. Bracing herself for the initial impact of the stuff to collide with her senses. The head rush felt good and bad. A coldness swept into her head, but it made her feel like she could do anything now. The other times were instantaneous. This time took a little longer. When Lacy finally straightened, she was already pouring them all full glasses of Greygoose. She then set the rolled up bill down on the table. Disregarding it at all as enticement. But just an instrument to assist in the sniffing department. </span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 09:28:43</strong>
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				"Wut are you talking bout? I am just here for a dance baby..."<br>He grinned, not even acknowledging that the case was his or what it had contained. In the event the place had audio bugs, that is all the judges would hear. Even acknowledging that she had done a favor could be seen as a felony, the cameras were covered and like hell he would be caught and thrown into state. <br><br>Watching her take the line, a self satisfying grin crossed his face. Soon she would realize that his product was far superior to anyone else, ans she could open a few doors to his slow expansion into the city. He watched as she poured him a very large glass of vodka, drinking himself into a stupor would not occur. With these two ladies he was willing to get every single cent out of his money's worth, as she got closer his free hand neglected the drink in order to place the eager hand on her hips. <br>"Dis iz mine now right?"<br>His fierce gray eyes looked at her with a fiery lust, his normal glare when he was getting turned on. Both girls were doing a great job and he was eager to see what this night would bring for the three of them. His finger hooked behind the crotch of her panties, tugging them down to expose her pussy to him. <br>"Did yu wan to keep thiz to yurself all night baby?" <br>A single grey eye winked at her as it moved up to work her mound like he was doing to Juicy in his lap. For a moment he did hope that someone was watching, they would be in for a good show. Unknown to him their would be no records of tonight's events, except for the empty clip he would walk out with later, not like it mattered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 11:25:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Wut are you talking bout? I am just here for a dance baby..."</strong> 'Bull<em>shit</em>' Lacy thought. The simper on her face mimicked what was lingering in her subconscious. Her hand grazed under her nose to wipe any stray caine that may have stuck. That's when she felt his hands grip her hips. <strong>"Dis iz mine now right?"</strong> She held out a palm, as if to say 'Hold on', as she tried standing from the table. A dizziness hit her, followed by a intense rush of adrenaline. Filling her with a liveliness like she had not felt from her <em>usual</em> batch of poison. Before she could react to Francisco's first come on, he had his hand in her panties."Whoa-ho-ho. Easy there <em>papi</em>." She said the label with the same tone of animosity used in the main room, when she couldn't find a soul to get her high. <br><br><em>Throwing</em> wouldn't be the right word to describe how Lacy removed his hand from peaking at her crotch. It was more like a firm-yeah, she threw his hand away. Backing up from the table, she calmed herself and was able to reason with him. "Aren't you <em>just</em> here for a dance?" Her eyes narrowed, and her defenses were definitely up. At the same time she couldn't forget that <em>this</em> was her job, by choice. <br><br>The night she left waiting tables because she was being grabbed for free, lead her to this very moment. To get a pretty penny for what occurred with her on a daily basis. It was all so frustrating! <em>'goddamn, fucking conscience.'</em> It told her to leave, run, flee. But Lacy was already in it-deep. <em>'I can dance...all he wants is a dance.'</em> Only seconds went by as all of these crazy thoughts swirled in her head. Her silly reasonings lead her to denial. It was the best alternative for right now. She tried forcing herself to believe that she misread his gesture of his finger hooking into her underwear, as a request to strip. Even though it clearly wasn't the case. <br><br>"Cuban?...Colombian? I'm not used to this shit." Speaking of the drug, <em>of course.</em> She had to control her tone. It was coming off as hateful. Taking a deep breath, Lacy looked to Juicy, who seemed <em>very</em> into Francisco. She wasn't getting any help there. It was fine, the girl was used to taking care of herself. Thankfully she was an awesome actress. Lacy held her cheeks with both hands, as if she were blushing from embarrassment. "It's making me kind of crazy." She cautiously walked back over to her guest. Sitting close enough to him now that their knees were glued together. "So maybe if you can help me <em>relax...</em>I can help you have a good time." She picked up his glass of Vodka and held it near his lips.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 12:37:12</strong>
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				Not really understanding what was going on with her body, but right now, what she wanted was he.<br>Only if her stomach could give her a chance.<br>She was feeling funny and the talking that was going on between him and lacey was hurting her head.<br>Almost falling from her his lap, she stands up. She was feeling nauseated and needed a bathroom immediately. Backing up slowly watching him, than Lacey. She whispered, “I’m sorry I can’t."<br>In addition, rushed out of the private booth, straight too the bathroom.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 03:09:40</strong>
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				He watched "Juicy" rush out of the private booth, he hoped for both their sakes she would not open her mouth on what had happened moments ago. Returning his focus over to Lacy or "Cherri" as she preferred to be called, he slid her lower onto his laps, so he now had to look down at her, almost as she was moments of way from taking his cock in her pouty full lips. <br>"Do you take me for a fool?"<br><br>Fransisco's English became clear for this moment, revealing a secret to her. He was a "businessman", he knew english fluently,the accent was just a front to throw off people. His lips curled into a grin as he picked up the vodka took a drink and set it down on the table.<br>"I can get a drink outside, I came here to see you shake that fine ass on that table and into my hands...so how about you stop wasting my time and get to it sweetheart..."<br><br>A hand reached up to squeeze her breast, toying with the nipple a few moments before he guided his hand down to her panties again.<br>"And I want to see you fully naked...I'll make it worth your while chula..." <br>The free hand moved up to her neck, holding her fragile neck in his hand, his eyes sharpened almost appearing hostile. The heads of the "Tres Muertas" where not know for compassion and understanding, Frankie had inherited the same attitude as his father, one of the most ruthless and dangerous men living today. <br>"I am not like that old man...I know what I like from women like you...and I am more than willing to make it worth your while." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 01:54:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lacy almost felt bad, and a tad worried for Gabrielle's well being. From what was perceived, the girl seemed a little freaked out about the drugs. If Lacy was right, it also looked like it might have been the first time "Juicy" snuffed. Making a run for it was probably the smartest thing that girl could have done. Lord knows, <em>"Cherry"</em> should have done the same. <br><br>Moments ticked by, but Lacy still had time to take in what was happening. As <em>if</em> her usual cons would work, there came another snag in her already flawed plan. <strong>"Do you take me for a fool?"</strong> <em>'FUCK.'</em> <br>Although she knew deep down by looking at Fransisco, that he was <em>not</em> the submissive type, a girl still had to hope. His hands traveled everywhere and back. What could she do-ask him to stop? She was working at a brothel for fuck's sake! <em>'Stupid bitch.'</em> She told herself. Ironically preparing herself for more than she planned to put forth tonight. Seeing as how his groin was in her face. <em>'He's not disgusting...or old-<em>I think</em>...he probably has a huge...and you can't rape the willing. So...'</em> All kinds of crazy things were going off in her head. She at least managed to mask the uneasiness she felt, with her signature naughty/angelic expression. Her mind starting to reel from the drug. Which she became aware of once again.<br><br>Her eye lids became heavy as Fransisco's hand clutched her neck. Lacy suddenly felt like appeasing him. Not because he could snap her neck in one swift movement. Nor was it because of the money she could rob him of just by having sex with him. She wasn't sure what possessed her to it-it could have been the drug. But there it was again-the bizarre protectiveness. "Alright." Only a whisper escaping at first. Lacy's hand reached for the mirror. Gracefully closing it, she slid her hand against Fransisco's chest. Guiding the mirror into his hidden jacket pocket. "Then we should put this away for the night." <br><br>Once she did that, Lacy walked back to the door to release the V.I.P. card. This time she locked the door. Setting off the second camera. "The owners like to watch. As long as <em>you</em> don't mind." It sounded like a good enough reason. Honestly, it just made Lacy feel better.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 07:07:53</strong>
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				"You are far to pretty to fuck in some cell like this, just dance for me..."<br>He smiled and checked out her body, his hands reaching down his pants to pull out his semi-erect penis. Once it was free he showed her only thing she would not have this evening, in that room. His thick and cut member throbbed as it seemed to breath the moment it came out of his pants.<br>"Besides...these clubs try to take all your profits do they not? I am not here to feed those fuckers or put them through college." <br>Both large hands wrapped around his shaft,still leaving some room for his head to peek out with a shiny glisten of pre-cum. Wrapping his hands around it was so she could gauge how gifted his family truly were. Tucking the trunk back into his pants, the outline could be seen easily.<br>"I'll be good now,sweetheart look...I won't even touch...unless you want to"<br>Zipping his pants up, he lifted his arms onto the tops of the leather couch and slumped back as he focused his attention on her. <br>"We can arrange a private sessions later tonight if you wish..." <br>Grinning he looked over her sultry body again, bluffing, if she got him worked up in that booth he was willing to pay to fucker such a hottie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 11:09:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"... just dance for me..."</strong> Lacy display a crooked grin for him. The most sincere expression she delivered all night, <em>as herself</em>, and no alter ego present. "<em>That</em>-I can do." She bit down on the tip of her index finger as she watched him touch himself. Finding herself getting turned on. <em>Then</em> realizing how her comment might have come off. It could be read how ever he liked at this point. Whatever brand of coke he gave her, it was like she was invincible now. The walls of every inhibition she had up previously had collapsed. She stalled a bit to wait for a song she liked to come on. It would only be a matter of time before '<em>Smack That</em>' would finish. The DJ gods had been endowing her with perfection so far. Then she could finally put those slutty dance club moves she had to good use. <br><br><strong>"Besides...these clubs try to take all your profits do they not?..."</strong> <br>"It's my first night in the Sin Bin. Who <em>knows</em> what I'll be leaving with tonight." Winking a bright blue eye at him. She walked back over to the now compliant man. His hands draped over the couch where she could see them, and his member tucked away. She let "Cherry" take over again. Three strides took her to the black leather couch. <br><br>With no hesitation, Cherry climbed onto the couch. She balanced well in her red stilettos. Her body turned, so Fransisco had the full view of her ass. Which was now at eye level. Legs spread far apart on the outsides of his. Her arms went skyward as the song changed. Wrists rotating her hands down her body, slowly. The intro to Dip It Low (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HzK2qcMZzg) clanging through the speakers. Her torso undulated to the beat as her hands finally got down to her thighs. She touched herself with both index and middle fingers. Long enough so he could see her fingers peaking out from the back. Rounding her ass in his face horizontally. Her body snaked to the music. Her side profile flashing him a view of her licking the fingers she had <em>just</em> felt herself up with. She could see her reflection in the mirror. <em>'Nice.'</em> <br><br>Both her hands caressed the silhouette of her figure. As she 'popped' when the song told her to. She gave both ass cheeks a loud spank. The flesh exposed, bounced from the effects. Stepping down from the couch, she took it low to the floor. Her hands resting on her spread knees. Her back grinding to the music. She dipped to the floor a few more times. Her hips and ass shot up, as she straightened her legs. Her top half still inverted towards the floor. She had a hold of her ankles now. Amazingly, planning which piece of clothing would come off first. Cherry traced her tongue across her upper lips. Then, with a defined arch in her back, she was upright again. She took all the pins out of her hair. The locks fell halfway down her back. <br><br>She maneuvered herself back on the couch. This time, on her knees. If she wasn't so flexible, this position might not have worked out so well. Such as it was, so she was over Fransisco's lap, but not touching it. Her&nbsp; back side rocking over his crotch.</span><br><br>(Not done yet...unless you wanted to reply. *winks*)<br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 16:55:39</strong>
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				Fransisco's cool demeanor was being chipped away with every movement, he grit his teeth as his cock brushed against his suit. He held his hands in place as he forced himself to breath slower. <br>"two G baby...and I'll be your new "sugar" papi....but not here...what time do you get off work..." <br>He leaned in close to give her the offer as she continued the dance, making sure no one else could here him not even the fucking bugs in the place. <br>(A quick post as I enjoy the show...any more of this and He might offer you a wedding ring...)
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 23:24:34</strong>
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				(*Grins* Then I think you'll enjoy <em>this</em> post.*Licks*)<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">It was going to be a long night. The girl wasn't sure what shape she'd be in by the time her shift ended. Going clubbing until dawn was a far cry from stripping and lap dancing. Who knew how many more men she would have to entertain-for seven more hours. This was her first <em>real</em> lap dance of the night. She hadn't known if she was doing a good job or not. It seemed as though he was liking it so far. Unmercifully, she teased him, with her crotch dangling. Cherry kept Fransisco's member from having the pleasure <em>yet</em>, of feeling her sex on him. She pressed her back against his chest. Inclining her head into him as well. So her lips met his ear. "You think you can wait until two? For <em>this</em>." She whispered in his right ear. Letting her lips trail up the side of his neck. Her slender arm traveled up the left side of head. Her fingers slid through the back of his hair. Latching onto a fist full of his locks. Her hips undulating over him. Simulating sex, as Cherry's right hand guided Fransisco's to unlace the binding on her corset top.<br><br>She sang a line with the song. "Show me what you got daddy." Her top now falling opened. Cherry laced her fingers over his right hand. Making him prop one of her perky breast up. She kept up the grinding motions. Only letting her booty drop onto his lap once. Rounding her ass so that it rolled all the way up to his stomach. Before it was in the air again.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 00:44:12</strong>
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				He was falling for her little spell, her swaying body and erotic dance was clouding his judgment as the blood form his body rushed to his aching member. <br>"I am not a man of virtue...fuck the rest of your night Mami...I'll make it worth your while..." <br>Fransisco whispered hoarsely, his casual and controlled toned was breaking under the incredible show she was putting on just for him. He offered her the deal, even willing to pay her club dues for the night if asked, anything as long as he could take her home and ride the little vixen into next week. <br><br>His hands were under her control, the moment he saw her corset open his jaw dropped. Staring at her hungrily, he moved his lips to her exposed nipple and sucked on it. Grinding his own hips into hers. <br>"I am not a man of self control...come home with me...or I will fuck you over this couch...half of the cash I give you will go to them instead of you..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:28:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Cherry let out a dubious laugh under her breath. Her head inclined back towards Fransisco's. She&nbsp; whispered in his ear again. "I <em>know</em>you can make it worth my while. But I also can't get fired on my first night Papi." She could leave with Fransisco, take the two grand and be done with the Sin Bin. But how far would the money she made from him take her? A few weeks, a month maybe. "You won't be my sugar daddy forever." Taking care of herself, so her parents didn't have to was her top priority. She also had a need for independence. Making her own money was an extension <em>of</em> that need. <br><br>Her chest rotated obliging to his voracious mouth. As she sat on Fransisco's lap, she could feel his want for her. A mass that was his sex protruded against her bottom. The coke still fueling her adrenaline. Her body was full of energy. Enough to run a marathon, and then some. "If you can find a way to convince me that it <em>is</em> all worth it...I <em>might</em> leave with you. Otherwise..." She took his large hand up to her lips. Guiding his index finger across her lips, then into her mouth once. "...this couch will be tainted by the end of your visit."</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 23:56:24</strong>
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				He reached into his pocket he pulled out a money clip, he counted it out to exactly 1,000 dollars. 800 for the booth rental, 200 for the alcohol. He was living off pure impulse and lust, as he got to his feet and removed his jacket, wrapping it around the nude stripper. Opening the door to the booth, he gave the guards the cash, and tipped him the rest of his smaller bills he had in his pocket. <br>"This booth for 8 hours, this covers everything. With this hot piece of ass here...this wad of cash for you to look away from the exit." <br>The guard looked the other direction for a few minutes as he slipped the cash in his pocket.<br>"She was in there the entire time, Comprende?" <br><br>He smiled an arrogant smile to her, ash eh took her by the hand and led her out of the club. Who was to tell anyone she did not spend the entire shift in the booth that night. As he walked down the stairs and towards his car he replied to her.<br>"If you fuck as well as you dance, I will be your sugar papi...but you need to show me you are worth keeping in Gucci and Louis V." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room- Private booth 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 03:28:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>'Shit.'</em> Used to getting her way in the end with guys her age caused the girl to be slighted. Lacy failed to remember that tonight, she wasn't playing with some college boy. The events leading up to this moment were all so surreal. Things like these were what she thought Hollywood played up in movies. Yet it was all unfolding hastily in front of her. Which caused her to think it again. <em>'Holy fucking shit!'</em> Fransisco wasn't bullshitting about taking her home with him. And when she saw the money dropping for her great escape, it sent a thrill down her spine. The Catholic girl from Florida was now involved with a gangster. At least that was one of her assumptions. <br><br>She wrapped his suit jacket tighter around her. The arms of the garment too long to even attempt to poke her hands out of. As they pasted the guard at the door Lacy averted her eyes. Looking like a naughty kid that was running away from the scene of her own wreckage. "For that display of enthusiasm...what wouldn't I do to you." The nippy wind blew her hair back as they hustled to his car. She grinned deviously as she opened his suit jacket, to flash her bare chest. Concealing it quickly after. She jumped into the passenger's seat of his fast ride. Leaving the Sin Bin for the night. Hoping like hell the pay off was enough to keep her from Sayid and Connor finding out.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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