Get Rich or Cry Trying
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: azzmeister89 on 13-09-2018, 21:24:30</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>13-09-2018, 21:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's been said amoungst the rich and famous of New York city that there is no party quite like the annual charity event held every year in the fall by the eccentric Eric Baxter, a seventy year old man who defied expectations when upon inheriting his families massive wealth, put it all into works of charity and helping others instead of hoarding it and living in comfort.<br><br>That being said even after fifty years of being selfless to his fellow man, Eric is still extremely well off and will likely still have several millions to his name even after passing. <br>The amount of charity work that he does has vaulted him to levels of adoration and popularity that has movie stars, pop idols and even athletes from most sports trying to follow even but a small fraction of his example.<br><br>Mr Baxter smiled warmly at the crowd of people gathered in their smart tuxedos, fancy gowns all holding crystal glasses full of surprisingly expensive Champaign and spread his arms in welcome "My friends" he said, his voice booming and jovial even at his age "once again I welcome you here today for an event that I water the gods on Olympus would be proud of" he seemed to pause for dramatic effect and look skyward as if expecting an answer "tonight we have plenty of opportunities for you to loose your money for the wonderful charities that I have sponsored this year, we have blackjack for the gambling man!" Several cheers sounded out "We have expensive donations from our various guests up for auction for those who want the thrill of collecting" more cheers although moderately less enthusiastic "and for our Bachelours in attendance" his tone shifted to one that was supposed to sound dirty and playful "a few of the lovely ladies in attendance have agreed, for a small price, to be auctioned off for a twenty four hour date, now doesn't that sound lovely?" This time there was light laughter "So now I bid you all have fun, mingle and enjoy everything life has to offer!" <br>As always the applause at the end of his speech made it clear that the old man had not lost his touch.<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/2c/0f/352c0f596cf4bc437fbb7f71efc4991f.jpg)<br><br>Like everyone else, Nathan applauded as Mr Baxters speech ended and he watched with a smile of fondness as the man descended from the stage, went out and started shaking hands and making light conversation. Several of the guests made their way to the gambling area where several tables had been set up, Nathan preferred other forms of gambling to Blackjack so he stayed put and took another sip of his drink.<br><br>Nathan had donated several items to the auction including a complete set of his companies newest and most advanced diving gear and a beautiful surf board that had been painted by some really popular street artist and then signed by the world's current top ten surfers. Both were fine auction items if he said so himself and he could only hope they made plenty of money, he himself was planning on bidding on a very beautiful record machine complete with a large collection of old classic rock records. <br><br>He vaguely thought about the other auction that was going to be held, twenty four hour dates? That seemed a bit old fashioned to him but to be honest Nathan did feel the need for a companion, maybe it wasn't a bad idea. Nodding to himself he decided it wouldn't hurt to at least have a look at what it was all about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AnnieSatin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2018, 03:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.desktopbackground.org/download/480x800/2012/08/05/432238_hd-blake-lively-wallpapers_1920x1080_h.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://7694deb147aa32ae607b-93625508945e04b526d4f9d8983b539e.ssl.cf2.rackcdn.com/product-hugerect-1323016-210886-1511941750-65dd16da83c4601e12c2ff25f9399bdd.png)</div>“I feel like a piece of hanging meat at a meat market.” She whispered to Francesca as she looked around the room at the variety of men. “This is worse than your fucking speed dating idea. I swear if that guy with the beer belly buys me I’m making you go instead.” Turning towards the bar she smiled sweetly towards the tender and pointed to her empty glass with a soft pout of her lower lip. ‘Two drinks my ass’ she thought. The tender was young and a bit nerdy and the attention of the pretty blonde was enough to make him fill her gin and tonic back up and drop in an extra cherry. “You are a saint.” She whispered as she winked one of her long lashes towards him. <br><br>Picking up the drink she turned around and whispered to her friend again. “I’m going to look at all the wonderful donations that I can’t buy. Good luck fishing.” She smiled playfully towards her before slipping into the crowd. Where some of the girls tonight had worn pale colors and simple blacks Delilah didn’t want to be missed. Her normally 5’7 height had been jacked up to almost 6 feet with her 5 inch black strappy heels. A body that could only be described as ‘bangin’ by college douche bag freshman was wrapped in a dress so tight it looked painted on. It was red and lace, what there was of it. Cut down the front nearly to her belly button it left the front of her full breasts on display teasingly. The back was cut down to the top of her ass so that each move she made showed the flex of her muscles and curve of her lower back. The skirt had been slit so high that the golden clasp of her garter belt below nearly shown. With her honey blonde hair in soft pin waves that framed her face. <br><br>Moving along the table she glanced down at everything that had been donated. Trips and spa days and massages. A month ago she would have spent a fortune all for the sake of the sick homeless dogs or something she didn’t really care it was about the dresses and the drinks and tonight.. About finding new money. Sure maybe some of the girls here tonight were here for “love” but Delilah wasn’t stupid. She knew love was fleeting and it was fickle and the minute you turned your back he was out fucking another woman. She wanted to find someone who could help her to maintain a lifestyle that she had grown acustom to. <br><br>As her blue eyes moved across the papers watching the money being wasted, anything that didn’t benefit her was a waste. She noticed the diving gear.. That was an odd thing, most of this stuffed suits didn’t touch water unless it was sparkling. Her glossy lips wrapped around the end of her straw and took a drink before she saw the surfboard. Growing up in LA she had learned to surf when she was six years old and it was a passion of hers. She knew most of the signatures on it and it made her ache to have the money to buy it. <br><br>After a minute of longing she turned away from the table and moved back towards the mingle of people. A 24 hour date huh? Delilah knew she could make a man fall in love with her in less than a day.. The only question was who was she going to play with? <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2018, 17:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/81/60/748160424ffdc5f4afa9ee035dbc4504.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Paulina Dominguez <br><strong>Location:</strong> Charity Gala<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delilah, Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured<br><hr>Francesca had chosen a long flowing black and white dress to wear to the gala.&nbsp; &nbsp;How it is cut did not allow her wear a bra, bustier or chemise underneath.&nbsp; In truth the only thing she wore under the dress is a silk lace g-string.&nbsp; &nbsp;Adding stockings and a garter belt would have been too much. The dress and heels belong more on a runway or red carpet event then a high society gala event.&nbsp; However,&nbsp; Francesca had enough of high society being of noble blood.&nbsp; She has more then her fair share of beautiful dresses for such a gala.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she had chosen this to wear.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress clings to her yet has play that its length ripples and swirls when she moves.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of her best friend and roommate causes her to turn her attention from the room.&nbsp; As she look towards Delilah.&nbsp; Who indeed had worn a formal ball room dress for the gala.&nbsp; An she looked absolutely beautiful.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is no doubt that her friend would be quickly auctioned off and would command a large sum for the charity.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the words of her friend penetrated the thoughts flowing through her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Francesca smiled and shook her head softly. <br><br>"Delilah they can't help it.&nbsp; Your absolutely beautiful.&nbsp; &nbsp;Relax your going to draw so much attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;An your going to bring in a lot of money for the charity.&nbsp; Just be yourself, your gorgeous in that dress they cannot help themselves."<br><br>After softly whispering into Delilah ear.&nbsp; Francesca pulled back.&nbsp; &nbsp;A slow spreading grin flowed across her face.&nbsp; As her friend got a refill and has the poor tender discombobulated, flustered with such a beautiful woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>What Francesca did not realize is she equally was drawing attention.&nbsp; She was pure sin in the room.&nbsp; The dark fantasy that is forbidden and elusive.&nbsp; The dress she chose too wear only accentuated this fact.&nbsp; &nbsp;She order herself a glass of red wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;A Cabernet Sauvignon<br>a ultra-premium from winemaker Kristina van Löben Sels.&nbsp; Its fruit dark berry and lush plum.&nbsp; That is sensual in all phases, aroma, look and taste.&nbsp; &nbsp;The wine glass and the wine within gives her the appearance as if she were Eve in the garden of Eden with the forbidden apple.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is her favorite drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not because of how it looked to others.&nbsp; But how it made her feel.&nbsp; It made her feel sexy, sensual a woman alive.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The poor tender is in a state, mesmerized for all practical purposes.&nbsp; &nbsp; He should have checked her ID.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she is but nineteen years old.&nbsp; Yet since she was seventeen and had begun to fill out into her womanhood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Men regardless of age, place and position became enthralled around her.&nbsp; Forgetting the simplest things and allowing her to go into clubs,&nbsp; bars and even galas and not once be questioned if she was of legal drinking age. <br><br>A nod is given as Delilah moves off to look around the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving Francesca to the attention of the potbelly male that Delilah had been so put off by.&nbsp; &nbsp; She flash the man a smile.&nbsp; It is a invitation for him to slide closer to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; He is not her type, but she would be friendly and attentive to him in conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the same time keeping him skillfully at a distance.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was here for a purpose, to find a new source of money.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her parents had cut her off.&nbsp; Trying to force her obedience.&nbsp; &nbsp; More then that force her to accept her fate.&nbsp; &nbsp;A fate without love.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would not give herself up without love.&nbsp; &nbsp; Was it wrong of her to be here.&nbsp; &nbsp;The charity was for a good purpose.&nbsp; Yet she had took it for two reasons one she was getting money.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not much $500.00 to be auctioned off to spend twenty fours with some unknown guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was this such a good idea.&nbsp; She needed the money they both did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet Di had been right, her ideas have not been so great like the speed dating one.&nbsp; &nbsp;That had been a fiasco that had been, well funny in truth.&nbsp; <br><br>Surprisingly the beer gut male drooling over her is drawn away.&nbsp; &nbsp;For there are professional sharks in the gala.&nbsp; Women who worked as escorts,&nbsp; who moved with confidence and were not looking for love.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking for nothing more then to offer themselves up as a commodity for money.&nbsp; &nbsp; What was she doing here.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought comes to her as she lifts the glass of wine and takes a sip.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Not realizing that such act with the wine is pure sin to those that view the scene.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>15-09-2018, 23:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Sebastian </span></div><br>"What are you doing here?”<br><br>The question was murmured under his breath as he climbed up the steps and began moving towards the set of grand doors leading into the charity event. While he walked his large calloused hands pulled at the monkey suit he was wearing. The expensive silk and cotton blend of the Armani suit felt loose on his body. In his mind he knew that there was nothing wrong with the suit, that it was perfectly tailored to his hulking muscular physique. He couldn’t have asked or paid for a better suit. <br><br>The problem was that it felt like a lie. The little voice in his head couldn’t help but remind him that he would be happier in a pair of ripped jeans and a frayed well-worn white beater. Just the thought of being dressed like that and being back at home nursing his favorite beer made a ghost of a smile flit across Sebastian’s face. Seconds later it was replaced by annoyance. <br><br>HE worked hard for this money, worked hard to turn a fledging construction company into a powerhouse. The success he was having in his life was because of his own skill and actions. He deserved this (well maybe not charity galas SPECFICALLY) and earned it unlike a lot of the other rich SOBs he dealt with. <br><br>He pushed forward stepping into whatever fundraiser or charity event his so called “friends” pushed him to go to. He easily pushed through the crowds his large bulk and calloused large hands pushing people to the side left and right. He easily made his way towards the main hall the one with the large dance floor and the drinks were already flowing. He situated himself towards the back of the area picking a spot where he could see everyone and everything but didn’t have to worry about some one sneaking up on him. <br><br>He tipped the waitress coming by generously A. Because he felt for anyone in service and B. He wanted to stay in her mind when she was making the rounds with fresh drinks. He nursed his scotch taking slow carefully measured sips of the amber drink as he watched the crowds go by.<br><br>…………………………………………………..<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Alexander</span></div><br>“So what do you think?” <br><br>Alexander huffed shaking his head from side as he glanced back over at his new friend Oscar.&nbsp; Oscar was something of an interesting player in the world the young cook suddenly found himself in. He was for all extent and purposes a professional boy toy.&nbsp; He kept an endless string of older women and young heiress in his little black book to buy him things. Alex didn’t understand how it worked. He was attractive enough with his tan Latin skin and his rock-hard body but how did all these women get so comfortable sharing and buying things for him?<br><br>Whatever it was that Oscar had he thought Alexander was capable of the same. Ever since the two met at one of Alexanders cooking events Oscar seemed to think it was his personal mission to turn Alexander into a stud gigolo like him. No matter how many times Alex told him that he had more than enough money. He was investing like crazy using the large checks he got from the various rich and famous for his cooking. Every personal cooking gig he took was invested and spent wisely. <br><br>“I think the charity event is important.” He remarked refusing to speak any about the OTHER thing he was asking. Instead he simply shook his head and reached out to snag an appetizer from a passing waitress. He popped it into his mouth chewing on it and testing out the flavor before making a face. He rolled his shoulders causing the rented tux he was wearing to wrinkle slightly.<br><br>“Though the catering leaves much to desire…”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 18:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/2c/0f/352c0f596cf4bc437fbb7f71efc4991f.jpg)<br><br>Nathan was honestly having fun, he had already met a number of what was considered the New York elite and persuaded a couple of probably too drunk and too bored men to give sky diving a try. They would probably back out of it somehow when sober but for now it had been worth it to see how pale their wives had gotten at the idea when they had suggest they come along.<br><br>Looking around the room he spotted Mr Baxter standing with the auctioneer having a private conversation, there would be time to meet Mr Baxter later he decided before he was ambushed by a few of the professional girls that had come "I'm sorry ladies" he apologised as he finally convinced them that he wasn't really interested, his British accent had only seemed to make them more eager though and he found himself having to escape to the other side of the room. <br><br>Finding himself near the bar he placed his now empty Champaign glass down and ordered a scotch which the young man promptly made. He turned to see who else was at the bar and then smiled as he noticed a young lady who had been smiling if not a little reluctantly at a short potbellied man a few meters away "I wouldn't pay him any mind" he said with a small smile "That's Ben Ward, he's married and will more than likely regret most of his decisions by morning" he took a sip of his scotch..... It was aged well, 30, 40 years? Either way it tasted excellent "have you found anything in the auction you particularly want?" He pointed to the tables loaded with prizes "I'm liking the look of that authentic Japanese dining set myself"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich or Cry Trying</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 16:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/81/60/748160424ffdc5f4afa9ee035dbc4504.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Paulina Dominguez <br><strong>Location:</strong> Charity Gala<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Delilah, Open<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured<br><hr>Francesca is in the process of lowering her wine glass.&nbsp; When she is accosted with a greeting.&nbsp; The easy push of a branch probing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her almond shape eyes quickly fall across the room.&nbsp; Taking in the Japanese Dining set.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is a beautiful collection.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze now falls to the voice that directed her attention over towards the collection.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She offer a shy smile to the unknown man before her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is handsome and built as if a Adonis. It takes a moment for her to register his accent had been European,&nbsp; British to be exact.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thou is undone when her eyes meet his.&nbsp; &nbsp;She feels trapped and is trapped in that moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Uneasiness sweeps over her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Panic is hidden behind those beautiful eyes of hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the sudden realization of what she and her friend are attempting to do this night.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Without thought her hand extends in greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Francesca senor?&nbsp; It is a beautiful collection."&nbsp; Her Latin Spanish heritage is evident with her own accent.&nbsp; &nbsp;Given further away when she says her name and calls him senor.&nbsp; It comes out more a question then simply a title,&nbsp; as if asking his name.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With her preoccupied with the handsome stranger.&nbsp; &nbsp;Francesca would not notice the wait staff that quickly from the side of the room clicks off a few photos with his phone.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A paparazzi or a would be one perhaps.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all she and her girlfriend are the new Hilton and Ritchie duo in the social rags and shows that abound on the various cable stations.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all it was their doing that had cost them both their families cutting them off.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>