Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 21:35:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Welcome to the Place</span><br><br>Please feel free to browser around and ask for what kind of girl or boy that would satisfy you most.&nbsp; The staff will be happy to assist you with whatever you want. Of course, those interested in working there are welcome as long as they pass the examination.<br><br>The rules:<br>1)&nbsp; &nbsp;You can enter the premises without knowing exactly what or who you want.<br>2)&nbsp; &nbsp;Unsure what you want, leave your character in reception until a member of staff or a kink takes your fancy.&nbsp; <br>3)&nbsp; &nbsp;Only those who buy a package in advance are admitted – you may try to walk in from the street, but be aware that only those who can afford the rates will be accepted.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>4)&nbsp; &nbsp;We will set up staff rooms when you get what you want.<br>5)&nbsp; &nbsp;Non humanoids are remain in their human forms please.<br>6)&nbsp; &nbsp;HAVE FUN!<br><br>If you have any questions or want more information, just PM SassyB or TheLegionary.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><div align="center"><strong>The place: Ibiza, Spain</strong></div><br><div style="text-align: left;">When Anthony Blum decided to open a new branch of his enterprise it had to be something special, something never done before. He owned brothels all around the world, but the branches were always located in dull business cities. His idea was to bring much more life to the business in which pleasure was the main appeal. So, why not do it in a sunny destination in the Mediterranean Sea? Much better than the darker business cities where his other branches were located.<br><br>There were brothels in Ibiza. Too many indeed.&nbsp; However, no other would be like this one. Not even the other branches of his enterprise were like this one.&nbsp; A huge mansion at the top of a cliff facing the Mediterranean sea. From the window of the brothel, one could have a&nbsp; breathtaking view of the whole island. </div><br><div align="center"></div>(http://www.geraldbrimacombe.com/France/Spain%20-%20Ibiza,%20Balearic%20Islands.jpg) <br><br><div style="text-align: left;"> Every room was fully equipped not only with all sorts of facilities a 5 star hotel has, but it came with all sorts of things one could have bought at Titillations (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=34110.0 (ftp://http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=34110.0)) and more. Incidentally, for those who are interested, tour packages can also be bought at Titillations.<br><br>Inside the walls, there were three successive swimming pools which could be heated in the evening. The first, was small (6’ by 6’), the second a bit larger (10’ by 10’) and the third, the largest (14’ by 14’) – none of them was thought to be very large, so that everyone could stay close. Inside the mansion, one could see a large performance stage for erotic dancing in a large hall with several pole stages for the staff members (and possibly some clients).<br><br>One major difference was how the clients would get to the location. Although people from the street could be accepted, they would have to go through a detailed inquiry by the hostess – she would allow neither poor, nor any paparazzi to sneak into the high walls. Normally, clients would have bought packages from other branches of the organization and then would travel to the exclusive resort. Money was not a problem for those who frequented the mansion, it was a place they could indulge in their every fantasy without <br>repercussion.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 18:28:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/Mel.jpg)</div><br>Melanie Lawrence walked through the grounds of the Place, stopping for a moment to take in the amazing morning view before she entered the mansion.&nbsp; She walked quietly over to the reception desk and sat down turning on the computer, pulling up today's check ins. <br><br>The 5"6, curvy brunette, was well aware of what went on behind the closed doors of the mansion but never got involved herself.&nbsp; She had been working as the Place's Hostess since it opened, the pay was excellent and she got to meet loads of interesting people but wasn't all that interested in the goings on, well most of the time anyway, she is human after all.&nbsp; She flirted and teased with the customers but that was all part of the job.&nbsp; <br><br>Her uniform today was a teal, Chinese style dress (http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/Aurora3.jpg) with mandarin collar and short sleeves, it was conservative looking until she walked, which revealed the two thigh high splits up either side of the dress.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Links to all other threads relating to The Place<br>1) &nbsp;Customer Requirement Book &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) - The book for clients to pick "The Entertainer" for their "amusement".&nbsp; May change entertainer during your stay if you wish. <br>2) &nbsp;Antonio's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37366.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel -<strong> Occupied (still playing)</strong><br>3) &nbsp;Katrina's Room&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37379.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>4) &nbsp;Roberto's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>5) &nbsp;Kyle's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37554.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>6) &nbsp;Julian's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37594.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>7) &nbsp;Sophia's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37612.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel <br>8) &nbsp;Andrea's Room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38229.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>9) &nbsp;Cooper's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38333.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel (and be gentle he's new to the "game" and needs broken in slowly.) -<strong> Occupied (still playing)</strong><br>10) &nbsp;Kozakura's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38192.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel -<strong> Occupied (still playing)</strong><br>11) &nbsp;Audrey's Room Now occupied by Braylyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38794.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br>12) &nbsp;Juliana's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41841.0) - By appointment only, please see Mel<br><br>If you have any issues, special requests, questions then Mel will gladly help you.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:35:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://mysite.verizon.net/grdell/Kyle3.jpg)</div><br>Kyle entered the main reception lobby and saw Melanie already at the desk, pulling up new accounts. He was wearing nothing more than sunglasses, speedos, sandals, and an open linen shirt, having come to enjoy the pool before his work day started.<br><br>"Good morning, sweetie," he said. "I'll be in the pool if anybody shows up soon wanting my services. Unless you want me to hang around here and keep you company?" he said as he pulled the shades down and winked at her.
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				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:55:24</strong>
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				Standing Mel leaned forward her arms resting on the top of the reception counter and grinned at Kyle "Morning handsome, you know I'm too .... vanilla for this place, and even if I wasn't it would cost me four months wages to spend half a day with you."<br><br>She loved Kyle he was just a big flirt and hot too, if it wasn't for strict company policy about staff interacting with each other, unless there were paying customers involved, she might just subcum to his charms.&nbsp; However, there was nothing in the rules about flirting and winding him up.&nbsp; <br><br>"No ones asked for you specifically yet." she glanced down at the screen beside her a wicked grin on her face "But Eleanor Evans, the kinky middle aged lady that brings her own toys, is meant to be checking in at some point this week.&nbsp; I know you just 'love' her visits."&nbsp; her voice dripping with sarcasm as she said love. 
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				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 22:29:57</strong>
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				"Ugh, you do know how to tease a guy," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Now I <em>really</em> need a dip in the pool. Either that or a shower." He laughed.<br><br>Reaching forward, he ran a finger down the side of Mel's jaw. "And if we managed to hook up some time away from work, that would be no charge..." He gave her a lopsided grin as he left her with that thought and headed out to the pool area to relax and wait for his first client of the day.
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				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 22:55:48</strong>
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				"I'll shout when your needed." she laughed and waved him off.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down at the screen wondering which of the guys she could talk Ms Evans into playing with during her visit this time.&nbsp; Poor Kyle had been traumatised last time and she couldn't put him through that again, not unless Ms Evan demanded him and paid the big buck, then poor Kyle would just have to suck it up and deal with it.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 23:30:24</strong>
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				Honest to Christ, if they wanted people to come to this country, why were they so uptight at airport security? Cooper grumbled under his breath as he glanced down at the sheet of paper in his hand. And why the goddamn hell didn't they just put numbers on the buildings? How was he supposed to find this address?<br><br>(http://www.kiwianarama.co.nz/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/soulpatch-240x240.jpg)<br><br>He sighed heavily. Honestly, the struggle to get his ratchet set through customs had been the worst of it. The day was warm and bright, and the walk from the train station had been pleasant even if it was mostly uphill. And the effort to make it here to Spain would be amply rewarded by the number of euros a month he would be pulling down here. If his math were right, that is. He was pretty sure it was...<br><br>Cooper stopped short at the looming whitewashed wall. End of the line; end of the street. He looked down at the paper, back up at the wall with its black iron gates. Wait a minute, there was a small name plate over the intercom grille: The Place.<br><br>"The Place?" he muttered, and shifted his duffel from one shoulder to the other. "Jeez. They weren't kidding." He stepped to the intercom and pressed the button.
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 02:22:52</strong>
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				Antonio Dayton was looking for something to relieve his boardom.&nbsp; He had trained as a special forces operative, he had played pro-football, he needed something that would give him pleasure for once rather than other.&nbsp; He found 'the Place.'&nbsp; He had been working here for two months already and it was what he had been looking for but never knew it.&nbsp; The money was like water here and diversions....they came to you.&nbsp; He was plenty satisfied with he new line of work.&nbsp; Sometimes he had to play bouncer but that only provided him with even more release for his outlets and his skills as he was dealing with irate males that didn't understand no or tresspassing.&nbsp; He had been working out for the day when he went to check his mail or what mail there was to receive her.&nbsp; His box of Blow-pops came in.&nbsp; He ordered several gross, the thing he missed from the states that he could never get here was some good candy.&nbsp; His down fall was his appetite and his sweet tooth.&nbsp; No one not even him knew which were greater right then.<br><br>(http://www.erinjackson.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/l_l_cool_j_01.jpg)<br><br>He ran across Melanine coming from the post room.&nbsp; She was dangerous.&nbsp; The first day he saw her, he almost quit.&nbsp; Since the rule was no...working out the help.&nbsp; He was if nothing short of pissed off, cause she was hot.&nbsp; He learned to deal with it but...&nbsp; "Mmmmm.." he bit his lower lips licking it as he looked her over.&nbsp; "....that outfit is wearing you well."&nbsp; He said with a wink as he walked around with only a tank top, his fatigues and his jump boots.&nbsp; He would have patted her behind but he knew his limitations and flirting with her usually lead to trouble on his part.
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				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 02:42:45</strong>
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				http://blog.stonecamel.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/asian_beauty_49.jpg (http://blog.stonecamel.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/asian_beauty_49.jpg)<br><br>The yacht was safe down in the private harbor her family owned, and her personally hired chauffeur had just dropped her off in the family limo before driving away to leave his boss to her personal joys...<br><br>Hitomi looked very simple in her sunny pale yellow sundress and gold sandals. The girl was a sweet spirited thing, her spirit hid the ever bubbly submissive that was within her five foot frame. She removed her sunglasses and chocolate eyes happily greeted the entrance room. Bubblegum pink lips turned up in a smile. She confidently walked in the smell of cherry blossoms and ginger swirling around her. <br><br>Hitomi came from a rich family and despite being an female in a still very masculine business career she had made billions of her own before she turned 27. Turning 30 in 9 more days she decided she wanted to give herself an early birthday present, an stay at exotic location. She hoped the firm b breasts, soft milky skin, and round very little bottom would be strained to where it took all her soul to eventually reluctantly walk out of this paradise. <br><br>She moved in looking for the receptionist. She spotted an beautiful brunette woman and brushing back her edgy raven cut hair, she walked forward towards the woman. <br><br>"Hello, my name is Hitomi Koy. I have booked a stay here, it may be under Omi Koy, I think my accent was a little hard to hear over the phone. I booked an stay here an year ago for this weekend, my most recent was from an...Oberto Speran....oh no that's not right....Erto....no...I remember Roberto Speranza!" The woman had a kind sweet voice and a little bit of an accent on words with R, H, and I. But her English was understandable. "Could you possibly help?" She brought her bag back around behind her, it was a little duffle bag filled with light clothing that like her current dress didn't revel all her beautiful assets but did accent the curves that she had. 
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				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 13:19:32</strong>
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				Walking past Antonio to get back to the reception desk Mel laughed at him "I hope its half as well as those combats are wearing you." <br><br>Yes working in The Place definitely had its perks, and most of those perks were hot but if you couldn't try the merchandise then you just had to look and enjoy a little flirting.&nbsp; She was pulled from her thoughts by the external buzzer sounding, pressing the buttons so the security camera's faced the entrance gate she zoomed in on the guy standing at the gates.&nbsp; Staff and pre approved clients all had the code to get in, it helped to keep out the nuisances.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey Antonio, can you stick around, some guy is at the gates and I've never seen him before, we are expecting a new member of staff today but if its not him I might need you to flex those muscles for me."&nbsp; She pressed the button to let Cooper in and looked up to smile at Antonio sweetly just as a petite oriental woman walked up to the desk and introduced herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ms Koy, it is a pleasure to meet you."&nbsp; Mel said in her warm friendly manner "Your room is ready for you.&nbsp; If you would like to take a seat in the bar and have a complimentary drink I can get Roberto to escort you to your room, you can leave her luggage here with me unless you would prefer to freshen up first?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 13:29:26</strong>
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				"Don't play I would quit this job for a night with you...maybe they might hire me back."&nbsp; He winked she was fire for real he loved playing and had he know the rules he would have asked first before becoming hired but she was a good friend if nothing else and he was most protective of her.<br><br>"Sure sweets anything for you."&nbsp; He said looking at the asian woman.&nbsp; 'Lucky Antonio.'&nbsp; He thought but he just waited for Mel to give the all clear.&nbsp; He didn't want to hurt the help but they also had rules which were for safety.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 14:56:33</strong>
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				(http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/7691/angelataylorgf1.jpg)<br>Miley Brookes walked into the lobby, her cowboy boots tapping on the floor. after a nervous breakdonw her doctor had suggested The Place and a form of stress relief. <br>"What kinda place is this anyway?" ,her smoky southern drawl echoed slightly in the reception. GOing over to the desk she asked, "This is The Place right?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 15:41:20</strong>
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				Roberto Speranza entered quietly the Place. Smartly dressed, just arrived from Milano, Italy, he had been invited by Mr. Blum to join the staff of the Place in Ibiza, so that he could serve a selected group of clients willing to pay what he deserved, ie a small fortune - at least, this is what Mr Blum had told him.&nbsp; Quite differently from many other professionals in this kind of business, he liked the idea of being low profile and discreet. Maybe this is why some girls looked for him repeatedly and could be considered his "clients". Of course, he could speak about wines, horses, holidays in paradisiac places, modern art and all sorts of things people who dont have to work like to talk about.<br><br>As Roberto walked into the Place, he stopped and examined the area from the entrance. It was a really good property but it seemed that it had not yet started to work - it was almost empty. Where were all those rich girls that Mr Blum had promised him? Maybe they would come later, he thought.<br><br>Then, Roberto noticed the elegant French girl he had met at the Place in Paris. What was her name? There was a cowgirl next to her, but his eyes were only for the charming French girl. He could not remember. Anyway, she was standing at the reception behind a LCD with the same gracious smile of the last time they had met. Like all the hostess, she was not supposed to work and they were very well paid to decline any invitation from clients. <br><br>He walked towards the hostess with a large smile, ignoring the cowgirl. ""Good afternoon! I know we met before&nbsp; in Paris, je pense. But I cannot remind your name. I know this is a serious fault - how could I forget the face behind such an angelical face?", he said knocking his head at the LCD to make a joke. He was unaware there was someone waiting for him by that time. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.tonymcdonnell.ie/images/suit-model-1.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 17:22:26</strong>
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				The gates had swung open on their own. Cooper stepped through, looked around cautiously, and advanced another few yards. He cleared his throat.<br><br>"Um. Hello?"<br><br>The path up from the street was a narrow, winding alley, overgrown with ivy and lined with topiaries. It was the third or fourth look before Coop recognized exactly what they were depicting, and his jaw nearly bounced off the cobblestones.<br><br>"Hhhooo...kay..." he muttered, then jumped as the gates clanged behind him. He whirled around, duffel swinging violently. Still no one there. But there was a sound ... nine volt servo? Cooper looked up to the top of the wall. Sure enough, a pair of small security cameras was tracking his every move. He gave a sheepish wave, then turned to continue up the path.
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				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 17:34:41</strong>
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				Mel winked at Antonio, two offers for some private one on one time with the boys out of hours, she was a lucky girl.&nbsp; But she was paid too much to give it all up, if she worked here for a few more years she'd be able to come a lady of leisure and maybe then she would look up Kyle and Antonio and see if they were available but not before then.&nbsp; <br><br>After making sure Ms Koy was comfortable in the bar with her free drink she returned to fine another customer and Roberto loitering around the reception desk.&nbsp; Ignoring Roberto for now, of course she knew who he was Mr Blum had introduced them when he was showing her around the Paris location - it was nothing like here.&nbsp; She turned her attention to the new client, who always came first, she momentarily wondered if that statement applied behind closed doors.&nbsp; <br><br>"Welcome and yes this is The Place.&nbsp; I'm Melanie but you can call me Mel.&nbsp; Did you have a pre arranged booking?" she said warmly to the woman.&nbsp; "If you haven't been here before perhaps you would like to go through to the bar, have a complimentary drink and have a look through our book (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) to see if there is anyone or anything you would like to do, we cater for all your requirements."&nbsp; <br><br>Once Ms Brookes was seen to she turned her attention to Roberto, her warmth fizzling out a little and the fact that he tried to hit on her washed right over her, she was use to now "Roberto, your late you were suppose to arrive last night, you already have a client waiting, Mr Blum finds out he's not going to be very happy."&nbsp; She tossed him the key to his room.&nbsp; "You'd better hurry up and get ready and not keep her waiting any longer.&nbsp; And my names Melanie." she reminded him before turning back to the security screens to watch the progress of the guy coming through the gate.&nbsp; <br><br>She laughed a little "Antonio, if he's the new guy you and Kyle might have some competition."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 20:03:25</strong>
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				Roberto blinked at Mel. "Melanie! How could I forget the most beautiful and untouchable face in the Paris' Place!", he said moving his arms in the Italian style. "But now, as you pointed out very well, I have a client waiting! Ciao, Mademoiselle Melanie!", Roberto waved as he walked towards the bar to meet Ms koy.<br><br>There Ms Koy way, seating on a chair and graciously sipping a fruit cocktail using a straw. Roberto walked towards the young Japanese lady and examined her swiftly. She was gorgeous but apparently easy to please, he thought. Her Lolita look was somehow exciting for him. As Roberto leaned on the bar, he asked her jokingly: "Hello Ms Koy. I think we have already met before, havent we? Was it in Koh Phi Phi, Thailand?"<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.oneclimate.net/imagelib/posts/20081231/Koh_Phi_Phi.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:07:06</strong>
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				"I don't know how you figure that Mel.&nbsp; He can't even remember your name.&nbsp; That may be cute to begin with but I am pretty sure any woman doesn't want you to forget her name."&nbsp; He said with a wink as he looked around making sure there was nothing else she needed security wise.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:13:28</strong>
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				"I wasn't talking about him." she said nodding at Roberto's retreating back "I know how to deal with his kind, I was talking about him" she said pointing to the TV screen that was still showing Coopers slow march up to the front door.&nbsp; She looked back up at him with a twinkle in her eye "What did you think of the cow girl, did she get your juices going, want me to put a recommendation in for you?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:23:56</strong>
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				"Yeah keep Coppertop away from my weight set."&nbsp; He looked over the woman that was there.&nbsp; "Oh her....mmm.&nbsp; Yeah she can bust my bronco anytime."&nbsp; He said aloud so only Mel could hear.&nbsp; "Who is this?"&nbsp; He said pointing to the security screen but looking at the lovely cowwoman that really tripped his trigger, he wondered whom she was there to see anyway.&nbsp; He would happily have her as a regular client....even a discount would be in order.&nbsp; He thought to himself glad that his sunglasses were in place so he could drink her in, she was truly a sight to behold.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:33:56</strong>
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				Looking around the lobby, Miley spotted a tall man in sunglasses looking over in her direction. <em>Well hello stud</em> She hadn't booked a room as of yet but she sure hoped he'd be in it when she got there. Strutting over to the main desk she turned to the woman behind it. "Hey, I'd like to book my room now if that's okay." although she was talking to the woman she couldn't help but flick her eyes towards the hunk in the glasses. "D'ya think you could throw him in for extra?" winking at the receptionist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:42:26</strong>
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				"Think its the new guy." Mel answered and couldn't help but laugh as Antonio's attention was quickly diverted to the woman and obviously the attraction was mutual because the next moment Ms Brookes came over to see about checking in.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sure something can be arranged, Ms Brookes." she smiled then turned to look at Antonio again "Antonio are you free to entertain Ms Brookes after she's settled into her room.&nbsp; Maybe she'd like to see the bucking bronco in your room?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 22:58:00</strong>
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				He looked her over and if he hadn't been thinking evil thoughts of her already he might have been suprised at her forwardness, but he was pretty sure that they could spend as much time as she wanted.<br><br>"I don't know about free, but I am pretty sure I can more than entertain."&nbsp; He said unable to help himself from licking his lips and thinking about the new patron as such sweet candy that he was more than looking forward to pleasuring.<br><br>'The bucking bronco in his room?&nbsp; He was the bucking bronco in his room.'&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; This was his lucky day, he thought he couldnt' have Mel but this tasty morsel would work out just fine!&nbsp; He was teasing she was more like his cousin....not sister.<br><br>"Do you have any bags madame you need me to carry for you?"&nbsp; He asked rather gentlemanly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 23:06:16</strong>
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				"Manners <em>and</em> muscles? Well damn, you must have it all" Miley's long black lashes fluttered provocatively. Yes, she was defiantely going to enjoy this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 23:13:53</strong>
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				Mel, handed Ms Brookes the key for her own room which she could retire to when she wasn't enjoying the activities she indulged in with Antonio, along with a list of his hourly rates which would be paid on departure to Mel.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Enjoy your stay." She smiled and watched them go off to &nbsp;Antonio's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37366.0) One client on her way to happiness.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 23:15:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No Ma'am...but I am hoping I have enough to please you!"&nbsp; He said in reply finding he was very much considering giving this woman a discount, she had looks, body and eyes to die for.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wondered already how those lips of hers tasted.<br><br>Mel, handed Ms Brookes the key for her own room which she could retire to when she wasn't enjoying the activities she indulged in with Antonio, along with a list of his hourly rates which would be paid on departure to Mel.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Enjoy your stay." She smiled and watched them go off to &nbsp;Antonio's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37366.0) One client on her way to happiness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 00:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1897115#msg1897115">Quote from: TheLegionary on 20-05-2009, 20:03:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roberto blinked at Mel. "Melanie! How could I forget the most beautiful and untouchable face in the Paris' Place!", he said moving his arms in the Italian style. "But now, as you pointed out very well, I have a client waiting! Ciao, Mademoiselle Melanie!", Roberto waved as he walked towards the bar to meet Ms koy.<br><br>There Ms Koy way, seating on a chair and graciously sipping a fruit cocktail using a straw. Roberto walked towards the young Japanese lady and examined her swiftly. She was gorgeous but apparently easy to please, he thought. Her Lolita look was somehow exciting for him. As Roberto leaned on the bar, he asked her jokingly: "Hello Ms Koy. I think we have already met before, havent we? Was it in Koh Phi Phi, Thailand?"<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.oneclimate.net/imagelib/posts/20081231/Koh_Phi_Phi.jpg)</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hitomi smiles, "Koh Phi Phi is beautiful, one of my favorite destinations, but I only travel to Thailand for business usually. Unfortunately, you don't fit business, even though I'm sure you would help make any trip amazing." She set down her drink and presented a hand to shake, "Can I assume you are Mr. Speranza? And please call me Hitomi, or Omi please. Would I be able to buy you a drink perhaps? We can try and figure out exactly when we saw each other at Koh Phi Phi, or maybe even this beautiful island itself. This is my first time here, but I so do adore the beauty of the island, and how nice everyone has been here. Her almost song like voice and accent was trying to envelop him, she eyed him up and down and smiled a little more, she thought he was very handsome. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 00:52:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was at Koh Phi Phi on business too", Roberto smiled ironically. "You know, my kind of business", he added laughing trying to bring some spontaneity to the conversation. Hitomi's accent was delicious to Roberto's ears and he was getting somehow excited about that shy Japanese girl.<br><br>"I dont think we have met before in Thailand then. Anyway, who cares?", Roberto said moving his hands and landing the right one over Hitomi's left shoulder, caressing it strongly. "So, what are you drinking?", his eyes looked at her glass. "Red Wine?", he lowered his head and placed his nose inside the glass, smelling it. "Let me guess...is this from France? Sauvignon? Pay me the same!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:07:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Motioning to the bartender she put in an order for a glass of the wine he spoke of. But she only laughed softly, "I am sorry no, this is my own special blend, a splash of nihonshu and an pomegranate martini. I seem to be the only one who likes it." She smiled as she paid the bartender who brought Roberto his glass of Sauvignon. "Maybe you could entreat me on the beauties of France at a later time. And perhaps one day I can treat you to my Japan." Smiling she sipped her drink. Setting it back she licked the remainder drop from her lips. "Where have you explored? Or would it be more appropriate to say, what country's women have you explored?" She teased him, then blushed for her forward question. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:20:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto didnt expect a Japanese girl like that. All of them are shy but she seemed to be quite straight to the point. As he took the glass from the bartender, he sipped a bit of the liquid. "Delicious! You have a wonderful taste!", he said as his right hand moved to her other shoulder, going under the charming pale yellow sundress.<br><br>"I have been to Italy, my homeland, France, Spain, Thailand and South Africa." He smiled. "Probably not so many countries as you did", he continued as his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her soflty towards him. When she was closer, he whispered in her left ear. "I noticed you are not wearing a bra!". Then, Roberto released her from his grip and placed his both hands in his glass, sipping it again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:29:46</strong>
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				She bit her bottom lip, Hitomi could still be shy at times. She leaned in and nibbled his ear lobe softly, "No bra...no panties...who has need for them when you know you want them off?" She smiled at her flirtous statement. Hopefully, this would be as enjoyable for him as for me, she thigh. "Hopefully, you taste as amazing as your wine." her hands explored down his chest settling down on his inner thigh just next to his manhood. "And you? What is under that charming outfit of yours?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:33:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto turned his face to Hitomi. <br>"Arent you going too fast, young Hitomi?", he sipped agains his drink. "Unfortunately, I cannot tell you something as horny as you have just told me. I am a sincere man. No lies!", Roberto added moving his arms from ons side to the other. "Do you like men like me? Because I have my undertrouser...sorry to let you down", he smiled cinically as if inviting her to find out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 02:24:58</strong>
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				Cooper gave a low whistle as he rounded the last bend in the path and emerged onto The Place's manicured lawn. It must have been some kind of fortress in medieval days, he reasoned, with a narrow and winding route from the gate that funneled attackers past a lethal rain of arrows and boiling oil. Or at least that's what he had been imagining - snarling men in chainmail rushing up the path, swords drawn, only to scream in despair as hot tar melted them down to nothing but a pair of smoking boots.<br><br>He slung his sea bag from one shoulder to the other - again - and stretched. Maybe bringing his own tools hadn't been such a hot idea, he reflected. Ah well. He was here now, and eager to get to work. He crossed the sward at an easy lope and bounded up the stairs two at a time into the reception area.<br><br>"Hi!" he called to Mel. "I'm Cooper Scott, the new building engineer?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 02:39:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1898264#msg1898264">Quote from: TheLegionary on 21-05-2009, 01:33:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roberto turned his face to Hitomi. <br>"Arent you going too fast, young Hitomi?", he sipped agains his drink. "Unfortunately, I cannot tell you something as horny as you have just told me. I am a sincere man. No lies!", Roberto added moving his arms from ons side to the other. "Do you like men like me? Because I have my undertrouser...sorry to let you down", he smiled cinically as if inviting her to find out.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hitomi blushed. "I'm sorry I did not mean to be so forward. Please forgive me if I've been rude.", then her lips curled up into a small smile. "An charming man with such an handsome fasique, and alluring personality. Sir, believe that sinscere nature will only make you more alluring. <br><br>"You could not let me down that easily, sweetie."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 02:43:41</strong>
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				Roberto turned to Hitomi again. "I did no mean to offend you. I was just joking. You were no rude at all", he said regretting what he did. Japanese people were so parcimonious and had to be treated carefully. Italian and Japanese are definitively two people whose mind has nothing to do with each other.<br><br>"Good to know nothing seems to let you down. But what pleases you? Do you think I can do that?", he said while his right hand again touched her back and lowered towards her butts, confirming she was not wearing any pantie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 02:58:34</strong>
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				Her bottom was indeed void of any fabric protection after her sundress. "I come from an elaborate culture, with a rich fashion history. I enjoy more revealing costumes then this dress. I love the idea of being a proper little maid with her bottom wiggling as she dusts. And if your body looks as I think, I would adore the opportunity to paint some of our ancient symbols of strength...and some of my own symbols in latex if possible." Hitomi was done with her drink and pushed it a little further away from her. Rising she leaned down on teh bar angling her body closer. Standing, "Do you like what you see, Mr. Speranza?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 03:26:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i647.photobucket.com/albums/uu194/kitten_anderton/Rosie-Huntington-Whiteley-200901200.jpg)</div><br>Kat walked down the stairs slowly, her pale blue eyes taking in everything she had missed last night due to her nervousness of starting somewhere new once again. Not that she missed her old life. She never wanted to return to it. Long hours, hard work and little pay.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she descended the final steps and entered into the front entrance where a small crowd was already gathered. Walking through the posh room, she saw the couple already at the bar and smiled as they seemed to be getting along quite well from the color staining the young woman's cheeks.<br><br>Spotting Mel standing near the check-in desk, she turned to go discuss the happenings today when another gentleman came bounding in, making a beeline for Mel. With a small shrug and a large grin, Kat meandered around the room, letting her fingers trail over the beautiful furniture as she waited for a Mel to have a free moment. It wasn't as if she was going to be bored, not with all the eye candy strolling about the place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 06:44:14</strong>
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				William Zimmerman let his eyes roam around the place as he headed to the entrance.&nbsp; It was his birthday and his cousin thought he might enjoy a little vacation.&nbsp; His dirty blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and he wore white shorts and an open blue shirt.&nbsp; He was in fairly decent shape he thought.&nbsp; He saw a lot of attractive people milling about but wondered if he'd find what he wanted as he headed to the front desk to check in.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 13:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1898441#msg1898441">Quote from: TianaWayne on 21-05-2009, 02:58:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her bottom was indeed void of any fabric protection after her sundress. "I come from an elaborate culture, with a rich fashion history. I enjoy more revealing costumes then this dress. I love the idea of being a proper little maid with her bottom wiggling as she dusts. And if your body looks as I think, I would adore the opportunity to paint some of our ancient symbols of strength...and some of my own symbols in latex if possible." Hitomi was done with her drink and pushed it a little further away from her. Rising she leaned down on teh bar angling her body closer. Standing, "Do you like what you see, Mr. Speranza?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Roberto nodded as Hitomi was saying what she wanted. He would go for that as he would go for anything else that Japanese might want. He carefully listened to every single word the rich Japanese girl was saying.<br><br>"I can do everything you want, Ms Hitomi!", he replied with a large smile on his face. The smile turned into admiration when she stood up and showed herself to him in a way trying to be as sexy as she could. Indeed, no great efforts were necessary. For him, those oriental girls are so naturally seductive that he nearly melted down as she closed him.<br><br>"Absolutely! I love what I see." Hitomi was very fit and her belly was flat. Her hips, partially revealed, were the perfect size. She should be working out hard - Japanese girls not always have curvacious body as hers. Roberto could not resist and over her sundress, he grabbed softly her butts with the same right hand which explored her body before, placing some fingers a bit deeper in the cleaveage. He knew she wanted something like that.<br><br>"I think it is time to go to a room. Let's take the first one, it has a nice view. Servants will provide anything we need there". Without waiting any reaction, Roberto pulled her with him to room # 1. <br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0)<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 19:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Why was it everyone wanted your attention at the same time? Mel wondered as Cooper, Kat and Mr Zimmerman all appeared at the same time.&nbsp; At least Kat had merged into the back ground for now.&nbsp; She looked at Cooper "I will be right with you in a few minutes Cooper." <em>Building Engineer, what Building Engineer?&nbsp; </em> <br><br>She turned to the most important person, the client "Mr Zimmerman, welcome to The Place." she smiled warmly, all pre booked clients were given allocated time slots to arrive, with the exception of Eleanor Evans who turned up when she felt like it, a small concession to the owner of the shop that kept them in toys.&nbsp; "I'm Mel your hostess, would you like to take a seat in the bar, enjoy a complimentary drink and browse through the services we provide?" She asked handing him &nbsp;the book &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) "I am sure whatever you desire you will find in there, just let me know what you would like and I can arrange it."&nbsp; <br><br>Once he was seated in the bar, she turned back to Cooper, the name fit the new employee she had been expecting but the job description did not.&nbsp; "Cooper Scott, you were told at your interview that we were in need a someone to service the building or services in general and you thought they meant the building?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 19:12:26</strong>
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				Kyle came back in still drying his hair, the towel draped over one shoulder, his shirt and sunglasses held in the other hand. He arrived just in time to see Hitomi leave with Roberto and Miley with Antonio.<br><br>"Wow, one quick dip and I miss all the action already," he said to the room at large, knowing that Mel was busy with the new guy. He watched William's ass as the man made his way to the bar. God, he was glad he was bi. There were times he pitied people who only liked one gender - you cut out half your opportunities!<br><br>He sauntered over to the counter and leaned on it as he finished with his hair, watching the exchange between Mel and Cooper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 19:59:28</strong>
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				Cooper frowned for an instant, then resumed his customary open expression.<br><br>"Er ... well, the person from the agency I spoke to on the phone said they were looking for looking for somebody to provide general services. Flexible, adaptable, willing to perform all additional duties as required. Mechanical aptitude a bonus, especially if you could do repairs and maintenance."<br><br>Cooper eased his sea bag to the floor with a clatter and jangle and leaned on the counter, giving Mel a slightly conspiratorial wink.<br><br>"Honestly? I think they couldn't read Spanish too well. I mean, that's the feeling I got, 'cause they were being all vague about just what the deal was. But I figured hey, it's a change of scenery, maybe meet some nice people, get a chance to habla a little español. Haven't had much chance to since I got out of the Navy."<br><br>"So here I am!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 20:15:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel nodded, unable to keep the wicked smirk off her face as she caught Kyles eye knowing he was listening in and then looked back at Cooper "Flexible, adaptable, willing to perform is exactly our requirement.&nbsp; The only repairs or maintenance you will need to perform is if you break any of the equipment and its easily fixed, if not it will be replaced."&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned her arms on the counter, leaned towards Cooper and spoke in a low voice, not low enough that those listening wouldn't hear her "The only servicing you will be doing is to clients, whatever they ask for you will provide." She straightened up again "Usted no necesitará hablar español aquí, all our clients speak english.&nbsp; You have about two hours to get yourself settled in and then you will be expected to be ready to work."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 20:23:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle tipped Cooper a "welcome aboard" nod.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:14:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				William glanced at the other man before being ushered to the bar.&nbsp; He ordered a drink and started browsing through the book he was handed.&nbsp; It looked to be a book of employees.&nbsp; <br><br>It felt a little odd to be picking out a person like one would pick out drapes.&nbsp; He was a lot different than his shrewd business man of a father, he was more care-free and passionate.&nbsp; <br><br>Two of them caught his eye, and one of them had come in and was at the front counter.&nbsp; He turned to give the guy a quick once over and a coy smile before turning around.&nbsp; He had a feeling he would never forget his twenty-sixth birthday.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cooper blinked. He looked over to Kyle, as if noticing for the first time that the buff young man was wearing nothing but swim trunks and an open shirt. He blinked again, and turned back to Mel.<br><br>"Ebbeh..." he said, then paused. "Eb..."<br><br>The telephone conversation rewound, replayed, rewound, replayed in Cooper's head three or four more times. As the very particularly vague words rolled around inside his skull, he summoned a mental image of the contract he had signed before setting out. He had wanted everything in writing, hadn't he? Insisted on it. All nice and legally binding, and in no way escapable under any circumstances, <em>was it you idiot</em>?!<br><br>"Any chance we're talking about robots?" he said at last. Mel's even stare told him otherwise. "<em>Mierda</em>," he muttered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1899286#msg1899286">Quote from: TheLegionary on 21-05-2009, 13:30:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roberto nodded as Hitomi was saying what she wanted. He would go for that as he would go for anything else that Japanese might want. He carefully listened to every single word the rich Japanese girl was saying.<br><br>"I can do everything you want, Ms Hitomi!", he replied with a large smile on his face. The smile turned into admiration when she stood up and showed herself to him in a way trying to be as sexy as she could. Indeed, no great efforts were necessary. For him, those oriental girls are so naturally seductive that he nearly melted down as she closed him.<br><br>"Absolutely! I love what I see." Hitomi was very fit and her belly was flat. Her hips, partially revealed, were the perfect size. She should be working out hard - Japanese girls not always have curvacious body as hers. Roberto could not resist and over her sundress, he grabbed softly her butts with the same right hand which explored her body before, placing some fingers a bit deeper in the cleaveage. He knew she wanted something like that.<br><br>"I think it is time to go to a room. Let's take the first one, it has a nice view. Servants will provide anything we need there". Without waiting any reaction, Roberto pulled her with him to room # 1. <br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>She smiled and fiddled with his shirt collar. "I will follow you, ハンサム" She smiled, she had called him handsome, but she loved the way the world sounded in Japanese vs. English. Looking back she watched the reception room with a grin...this place was great...friendly...She wondered if the staff ever had time to fullfill eachothers dreams....what would it be like to fullfill someone else's dream....hmmmm....<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 22:07:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1900089#msg1900089">Quote from: Chaotic Angel on 21-05-2009, 21:14:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Two of them caught his eye, and one of them had come in and was at the front counter.&nbsp; He turned to give the guy a quick once over and a coy smile before turning around. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kyle caught the look and winked back at him. Maybe he'd have an early client, too, after all...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 23:26:03</strong>
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				William continued to enjoy his drink.&nbsp; His mother thought he was at a spa.&nbsp; If she only knew.....&nbsp; He knew what he wanted already, but the receptionist looked busy.&nbsp; The poor guy she was talking to looked unhappy.&nbsp; He hoped it wasn't anything major.&nbsp; 'The Place' came highly recommended, and it didn't seem like they'd have any disappointed customers.&nbsp; <br><br>He kind of hoped the other guy would come over and join him, but he wasn't sure if that was allowed.&nbsp; If not, that just gave him something to look forward to.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 01:14:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1900447#msg1900447">Quote from: Chaotic Angel on 21-05-2009, 23:26:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He kind of hoped the other guy would come over and join him, but he wasn't sure if that was allowed.&nbsp; If not, that just gave him something to look forward to. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kyle recognized the "come hither" look when he saw it, and was not in the business of disappointing potential clients. He knew he couldn't approach undecided clients and proposition himself, but there was no rule against casual flirtation to... help them decide.<br><br>He dropped his shirt and sunglasses behind the desk and walked into the bar area wearing only his speedos and sandals, the towel still draped casually over one shoulder. He stood next to a barstool one down from William and addressed the bartender.<br><br>"Hey, Julio. Lemonade with a shot of Grey Goose, please."<br><br>While he waited for his drink, he turned and addressed William. "How do you like The Place so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SugarShane</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 02:44:40</strong>
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				(http://i41.tinypic.com/2q2n8zq.jpg)<br><br>Antony made his way up the steep hill towards 'the place' for the eighth times in as many days, at least the climb was keeping him in shape.&nbsp; He was wearing his customary tight white t-shirt which made his nipple ring clearly visible along with a pair of grey capri pants, it was far too warm for anything formal and if he didn't meet their code, to hell with them.&nbsp; He had a small variety of tattoos around his upper body which could just be made out if anyone looked hard enough through his t-shirt, most were pretty random although there was one on his back which summed up his life story so far.<br><br>His first week had been spent in Ibiza in doing what he was accustomed too, partying hard.&nbsp; He spent every mid-afternoon passing ‘the place’ in the vain hope that someone might be walking in and he could get a quick look in before his time come.&nbsp; The 6 foot 1, slimish built 19-year-old Englishman was visiting Ibiza as a 'reward' from his parents after graduating from college and doing well in his A-level examinations.&nbsp; His successful parents, who owned their own small chain of 5 star hotels across the world, had promised him this ‘vacation’ as something of a sweetener should he do well in his exams after he had some highly rebellious drunken years in his mid-teens.&nbsp; They wanted their son to have a good education in the hope he would somehow come to his senses and realise he could do something responsible with his life.&nbsp; Indeed they had toyed with the idea of Antony managing one of their hotels should he be fit for purpose.<br><br>While Antony did well at school, he was far from an angel.&nbsp; He still managed to party hard at weekends, flirt and pull chicks, doing what teens do to fit in with the crowd.&nbsp; However there was a void in his life, he gradually came to the realization that too few girls his age give him the satisfaction they he had hoped for, getting wasted and having 'ordinary' sex with a pretty face was actually getting tedious.&nbsp; Through a little soul searching and more than enough porn he longed for something more.&nbsp; More diversity, experience and definitely something a little more kinky.&nbsp; Through porn a whole new world had opened up to him, he was still raw and a quote from his dad summed his intentions up well, do everything once before your 24 and then do the things you enjoyed over and over again.<br><br>Upon reaching the doors to ‘the place’ Antony pressed the intercom and announced who he was and the door soon unlocked.&nbsp; He made the short walk towards reception, looking somewhat mystified over towards the small crowd that had gathered before readjusting his hair that had swayed over his eye.&nbsp; He locked his fingers together before placing them on the desk in front of the beautifully dressed brunette, taking a quick glance at the receptionists attire from top to bottom in quiet admiration.&nbsp; "Hello there, I’m Antony Williams, Antony without a H, I have a booking here, might be under the name Williams or McAdam.&nbsp; Don’t be alarmed about my luggage, or lack of should I say, it’s back at the hotel I spent last night in.&nbsp; "I was just wondering what time I had to be here?" he looked puzzled towards the brunette "One good night too many..." he chuckled, feeling somewhat of a slob in these spectacular surrounds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 03:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1900744#msg1900744">Quote from: grdell on 22-05-2009, 01:14:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kyle recognized the "come hither" look when he saw it, and was not in the business of disappointing potential clients. He knew he couldn't approach undecided clients and proposition himself, but there was no rule against casual flirtation to... help them decide.<br><br>He dropped his shirt and sunglasses behind the desk and walked into the bar area wearing only his speedos and sandals, the towel still draped casually over one shoulder. He stood next to a barstool one down from William and addressed the bartender.<br><br>"Hey, Julio. Lemonade with a shot of Grey Goose, please."<br><br>While he waited for his drink, he turned and addressed William. "How do you like The Place so far?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>William eyed the boy up close and a wicked grin appeared on his face.&nbsp; "It has potential," he said as he leaned forward to grab some pretzels, their bodies almost touching.&nbsp; "My very straight cousin recommended this place for my birthday.&nbsp; I was half afraid there wouldn't be anything to suit my tastes, but maybe there is." <br><br>He ordered another rum and coke.&nbsp; He was a lightweight and already feeling the effects.&nbsp; "So what's the deal with that guy?" he asked, pointing to the one at the desk.&nbsp; "He doesn't look very happy to be here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 03:25:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1901127#msg1901127">Quote from: Chaotic Angel on 22-05-2009, 03:21:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">William eyed the boy up close and a wicked grin appeared on his face.&nbsp; "It has potential," he said as he leaned forward to grab some pretzels, their bodies almost touching.&nbsp; "My very straight cousin recommended this place for my birthday.&nbsp; I was half afraid there wouldn't be anything to suit my tastes, but maybe there is." <br><br>He ordered another rum and coke.&nbsp; He was a lightweight and already feeling the effects.&nbsp; "So what's the deal with that guy?" he asked, pointing to the one at the desk.&nbsp; "He doesn't look very happy to be here."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well happy birthday," replied Kyle as he reached for his drink, making the almost-touch linger a little longer.<br><br>Kyle laughed just a little at William's asking about Cooper. "Seems he misunderstood the job he was signing up for. Thought he was going to be a handyman, and brought his own tools. Didn't realize the only tool he was going to need was with him all along..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaden</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 08:29:11</strong>
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				Sophia Suarez, better known as Sophie, could be found that morning on the beach of the Ibiza estate. A native of Spain, she had a brief career as a bikini model in Hawaii, but decided to leave the business for the more exotic aspect of live. At 23, she moved back to Ibiza, hoping to find a job as a dancer, and found out that a new brothel had opened up on the ocean.It wasn't long before she had a job there, and build her life and love around the makings of the brothel. At 25 years old, she was prime age, and competent enough in the business to know how things worked.<br><br>(http://www.pixacom.com/models/252/pualei%20lani%20hawaiian%20filipina%20bikini%20models.jpg)<br><br>Sophia was sunbathing that morning, same as usual, before she hit the gym. She was the type of girl who was crazy about fitness, but more for health than looks. She loved to eat and liked the romance of her home in Spain. She was a sweet young woman with a wild streak that only her clients knew about. Her brunette hair and amber eyes were enough to attract, but her nice body and personality lured them in. Of course she was great in bed too, or else she wouldn't have gotten the job, but that was besides the point.<br><br>She had her favorite gold bikini on that day, and was sporting shades as she relaxed on the rocky shores of the beach. It wouldn't be too long until she had to go inside and get ready for the day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 18:17:15</strong>
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				Mel looked at Cooper and had a moments ting of pity for him, but he obviously hadn't read the fine print in his contract.&nbsp; "Twelve month contract you signed wasn't it Sailor."&nbsp; She grinned at him "I'm sure you wont have any problems, a different girl in every port and all that."<br><br>With that she turned to address Antony, "Welcome to The Place Mr Williams, your a little early but that's not a problem.&nbsp; I'm Mel your hostess, anything you need just let me know.&nbsp; We can arrange for your luggage to be brought from the other hotel for you. While your waiting for your room, please have a seat in the bar, complimentary drinks are on us and if you like you can browse through the activities we provide."&nbsp; She smiled sliding him his own copy of &nbsp;the book. &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0)<br><br>After Mr Williams was settled in the bar, Mel stopped to chat to Mr Zimmerman giving Kyle a sly look, knowing full well he was trying to influence things even though he gave her the <em>'I'm innocent' </em> look. "Are you ready to select your afternoons activity Mr Zimmerman or do you need a few more minutes?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 19:19:58</strong>
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				Cooper sighed heavily. "So no robots."<br><br>He hefted his bag and looked down the hall to the row of private room doors. "Any old port in a storm, I guess."<br><br>He trudged along the tile, trying doorknobs, until he found one that was unlocked - Number Four. Assuming that meant it was unoccupied, he opened the door and went inside to unpack. It was a pleasant enough space, airy and bright, with large windows that looked out onto the lawn and garden. Cooper dropped his sea bag on the bed and flopped down beside it.<br><br>"Well. At least she said a girl..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 20:20:31</strong>
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				(http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv39/real3000/Julian-McMahon-nt03.jpg)<br><br>Julian entered the place with confidence and stride in his step, he was a well mannered kinda guy and liked to send nods or hellos to people he passed as he walked up to the reception and winked at the cute girl behind the desk noticing her name he said in a cool and calm voice "Hello mel". Julian relaxed against the counter looking around at the place he was hoping to fit right into too, enjoying the view of the beach outside and the interior of the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 21:28:32</strong>
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				(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/redheadcrop.jpg)<br><br>Bounding down the stairs toward the lobby, Audrey almost faltered when she saw the relative mass of people surrounding Mel's desk.&nbsp; Making a face, she detoured to sink into one of the plush chairs in the foyer, facing the desk.&nbsp; Tucking a foot under her, she sat back, watching for the best opportunity to let Mel know she was ready for the day.&nbsp; It looked like it would be a busy one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SugarShane</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 21:55:46</strong>
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				"Oh. Thankyou Mel.&nbsp; I will only require the larger suitcase, keep the smaller one in storage or somewhere."&nbsp; He had a brief look at the front cover of the book before scooting off to the bar to get some Jack Daniels down him to steady his slight nerves.&nbsp; Antony was a virgin to the brothel scene and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had any second thoughts as to whether he should go ahead with visiting ‘the place’.&nbsp; His preconceptions were that paying for sexual satisfaction was a rather seedy trade, well that was until five minutes ago.&nbsp; ‘The place’ visibly looked very sophisticated and if the attitude of the receptionist was par for the course, the staff here would evidently enjoy their work.<br><br>He sat himself down on the bar stool acknowledging the two men already there with a nod of the head before slipping on some earphones and listening to some rock music on his iPod whilst looking through the book.&nbsp; Just about all of the female staff in there brought a devilish smile to his face, whoever he got paired with he was sure to have an enlivening time.&nbsp; During his wait Antony would every so often take a look around his surroundings, trying to take everything in whilst at the same time paying particular attention with the volume of alcohol he drunk, he just about had enough of the stuff during the past week to give his own doctor a heart attack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 04:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1902715#msg1902715">Quote from: SassyB on 22-05-2009, 18:17:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After Mr Williams was settled in the bar, Mel stopped to chat to Mr Zimmerman giving Kyle a sly look, knowing full well he was trying to influence things even though he gave her the <em>'I'm innocent' </em> look. "Are you ready to select your afternoons activity Mr Zimmerman or do you need a few more minutes?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>William gave Mel a small smile.&nbsp; "I think I want him," he pointed to Kyle, "and plenty of rope," he said with a devilish grin.&nbsp; "I want to be tied up, suspended from something, and teased until I can't remember my own name.&nbsp; After all, the tension and build up is the best part," he winked at Kyle.&nbsp; <br><br>He figured at the prices this place charged the 'employees' were used to servicing the wealthy.&nbsp; That was a good thing because William was tired of people always submitting to him and trying to please him.&nbsp; He was tired of being hounded by gold diggers.&nbsp; While he was paying for this, he could have exactly what he wanted and give over control, and not what someone else thought he wanted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 05:01:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1904244#msg1904244">Quote from: Chaotic Angel on 23-05-2009, 04:57:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">William gave Mel a small smile.&nbsp; "I think I want him," he pointed to Kyle, "and plenty of rope," he said with a devilish grin.&nbsp; "I want to be tied up, suspended from something, and teased until I can't remember my own name.&nbsp; After all, the tension and build up is the best part," he winked at Kyle.&nbsp; <br><br>He figured at the prices this place charged the 'employees' were used to servicing the wealthy.&nbsp; That was a good thing because William was tired of people always submitting to him and trying to please him.&nbsp; He was tired of being hounded by gold diggers.&nbsp; While he was paying for this, he could have exactly what he wanted and give over control, and not what someone else thought he wanted.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kyle grinned broadly as he glanced between William and Mel.<br><br>"Why, thank you," he said. "And I'm quite sure we can accomodate that request easily."<br><br>He polished off the last of his drink in one gulp. "Shall we, then? Or would you prefer to come up in your own time?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 06:10:35</strong>
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				"I believe Kyle will be able to accommodate your ever wish." Mel smiled and then muttered under her breath so only Kyle would hear her "Ms Evans is going to be so disappointed your not available." before she returned to the reception desk to check Mr Zimmerman and started the clock on Kyles time.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled as Julian and Audrey and then looked over at Kat who was still hovering "Kat did you want to speak to me?" she enquired.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 06:55:51</strong>
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				William downed the rest of his drink as well.&nbsp; "Now is as good a time as any.&nbsp; Lead the way....&nbsp; I'm not sure if we're supposed to go to your room or mine, but either is fine with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 07:30:43</strong>
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				Kat rested her chin on her knees, arms hugging her knees to her chest as she watched the flow of people from the window alcove she had discovered as Mel smoothly direct clients and employees alike.<br><br>Her eyes brightened a bit as a young man strolled in through the door, her gaze lazily taking in his tall frame. The corner of her mouth quirked up a bit as she caught the hint of jewelry beneath his shirt. Not so clean cut as first impression suggested then.<br><br>She jumped slightly at Mel's voice, a light flush touching her cheeks as she turned her attention away from the bar area. She gave a cheeky grin and nodded. Uncoiling from her perch, she strolled over and propped her elbows on the desk, rising up on her tiptoes before dropping back down onto her white high heel sandals. Her bright orange skirt floated around her knees as the matching bodice cinched around her narrow waist, pushing her breasts into plump mounds.<br><br>&nbsp;"I just wanted to touch base really, see if you needed me to do anything before the day got started. Though I've a question now," she added solemnly, "Is tackling customers as they walk through the door frowned upon here? Because so far, what I've seen have been completely tackle worthy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 12:52:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel smiled at Kat, knowing exactly how she felt, well sort of.&nbsp; While Kat got the chance to spend quality time with the clients that floated in and out of here Mel was restricted to just looking and flirting, which really sucked sometimes as some of the male clients were just as tasty looking as the boys.&nbsp; <br><br>"No tackling, the client selects the entertainer they wish to spend time with during their stay, they can change their mind any time as well, they may decide to sample all the activities offered with a different entertainer.&nbsp; If they are a returning customer they may request an specific entertainer when making their booking."&nbsp; <br><br>It was Mr Blums special request that when she was discussing things with the staff or clients she kept it all very professional and never went into details, the staff were entertainers and the things that went on behind closed doors were referred to as activities.&nbsp; It was all part of the high confidentiality and discretion profile that Mr Blum preferred.&nbsp; The only time Mel knew all the details of what went on behind the closed doors was when Ms Evans was about, and not because the staff discussed what she requested them to do but because Ms Evans always raved in detail what she had just done, in passing.&nbsp; <br><br>Mel didn't add that if Kat really saw someone she liked that she could do what Kyle did and flirt with them a little in the bar without making it obvious, it was one of the staffs golden rules that they weren't allowed to select or approach clients they liked the looks of.&nbsp; Kyle was expert at doing it that it had taken her a while to figure out what he was up to and since he was so subtle about it she generally turned a blind eye to it.&nbsp; Although he did keep her sweet by leaving her presents of her favourite chocolates and perfume, from an anonymous admirer of course, so she wouldn't rat on him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>A girl had to do something to get some romance around here! </em>&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced over at the bar to see if Mr Williams was ready to make his selection, someone had already been sent to collect his belongings and check him out of the other hotel.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 14:07:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1904575#msg1904575">Quote from: Chaotic Angel on 23-05-2009, 06:55:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">William downed the rest of his drink as well.&nbsp; "Now is as good a time as any.&nbsp; Lead the way....&nbsp; I'm not sure if we're supposed to go to your room or mine, but either is fine with me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kyle leaned in close and whispered into William's ear. "Mine's already got the rope..." before leading him out of the bar and up the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 14:46:11</strong>
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				(http://media.photobucket.com/image/dwayne%20johnson%20scorpion%20king%20pics/tawnyrie/dwayne_johnson_3.jpg)<br><br>Bishop was sent to the place by Logan he had lost a bet and was now bald and trying to figure out why he would be sent here of all places.&nbsp; He was told to speak with Mel and ask for Sophia?&nbsp; Why he didn't know?&nbsp; But it was a bet to be fulfilled and he hated losing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 17:03:02</strong>
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				http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/annaviva_2009/dwayne_johnson_3.jpg (http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv306/annaviva_2009/dwayne_johnson_3.jpg)<br><br>http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/870/424870-dwayne-johnson-picture.htm (http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/870/424870-dwayne-johnson-picture.htm)<br><br>Bishop looked around the place the location was not familiar, but he was supposed to go with the flow for once.&nbsp; He had two letter in his pocket.&nbsp; One for the receptionist and the other for the person he was supposed to meet.&nbsp; He was supposed to read neither.&nbsp; He was sure this was Logan's idea of a joke but he would play along.&nbsp; He was different than most, but you couldn't tell by looking at him as he was pretty normal except for where he was from and what he could do.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now he was glad he wasn't visibly different save for his size but the rest of his abilities save his strength made him pretty normal.&nbsp; He looked around and approached the desk with a duffle bag in hand. <br><br>http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/424/152424-dwayne-johnson-picture.htm (http://www.fanpix.net/picture-gallery/424/152424-dwayne-johnson-picture.htm)<br><br>Bishop stood six-foot-four.&nbsp; He had dark brown eyes, except when he was angered they seemed to glow orange or bright red.&nbsp; He seemed to keep his anger in check or at least hidden behind the sunglasses that he never seemed to be without.&nbsp; He was right now...as always a walking arsenal.&nbsp; Even though he was told not to bring a lot of weapons with him.&nbsp; He had been trained beyond thought, but he did leave half of his gear back home.&nbsp; But he was no less armed as was his normal defense mechanism for going into the unknown.&nbsp; 'Be prepared'.&nbsp; Was always his first thought.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 17:29:24</strong>
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				At the sound of the siren's going off Mel's head whipped around as the next client arrived, she flicked the button to quieten the alarm and looked at his very tall guy.&nbsp; The siren was a metal detector,&nbsp; and it generally only went off when clients walked in with their own handcuffs and sometimes car keys set it off.&nbsp; "Erm Mr Bishop?" she enquired and she placed a white box the size of a shoe box on the reception desk "Can you please removed any metal objects you have in your possession into here please."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SugarShane</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 19:40:52</strong>
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				Antony turned his head towards the reception area as a large alarm noise rung, something was visibly happening with another client.&nbsp; Then a female figure standing at the reception desk caught his attention, he couldn't make out much of the females features with the distance he was away from her but his eyes were naturally drawn to her ballooned chest.&nbsp; Whatever features he could make out, mostly her gorgeous flowing hair and long slender legs, she had quickly grew his curiosity.&nbsp; He flicked through the book, seeing if the woman worked at 'the place' and half way through there was an apparent match.&nbsp; Antony looked at the picture on the page, then at the female again, they looked similar but he couldn't be certain.&nbsp; "Katrina… 24… loves dominate men… bondage and BDSM… hm."&nbsp; Antony was hardly the abusive type but he liked to be in control of things and he could throw his weight about when on a mean streak.<br><br>He looked harder at the small bio, mulling over whether she would be suitable for him.&nbsp; After a short while he downed the last of his Jack Daniels, tipping the bartender and steadily made his way over towards the reception area, book in hand.&nbsp; His eyes flickered up and down at the young woman dressed in orange as he made his way towards the reception area, licking the bottom of his lip eagerly.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the clothes that she wore but she did look a rather slender frame which he preferred, although he was taken back by just how much cleavage action was going on.&nbsp; He loved what he saw however, the clothes she wore were much to his taste and they fitted her very well.&nbsp; Yes, he could imagine that he would get on very well with the young woman.&nbsp; He mulled over her nationality as he slowed his walk the closer he got to her, she certainly didn’t look English, with the top she wore all she needed was a few jugs of a beer to have the look of a traditional German.&nbsp; "Ka-tri-na?"&nbsp; Hm maybe she was German he mused.<br><br>He couldn’t help but smile cheerily as they finally came face-to-face with one another.&nbsp; A quick and rather smitten "Hey there" is all he could muster up with a twinkle in his eye in his soft English accent.&nbsp; His eyes then turned wide-gazed as they involuntarily drew towards her swelling chest although he quickly snapped out of it before turning his head and completely ignoring the woman he had just met before turning his attentions to the receptionist.&nbsp; "Melanie dear… is there ahem… anything more I should know about this one?" as he passed her the book, front cover up with his finger on the page that featured the girl next to him.&nbsp; "She rather interests me…" he cheekily smiled like a cheshire cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 19:55:35</strong>
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				Bishop looked at the woman like she was crazy, his mouth opened as he deep voice came out.&nbsp; "Excuse me?&nbsp; You want me to do what?"&nbsp; He gave his charming smile, which normally came out when he was pissed or he was about to kill you with his energy blast that could punch a hole through both sides of a tank at a hundred yard.<br><br>He couldn't get pissed at her.&nbsp; Logan told him to not bring a lot of weapons anyway.&nbsp; "Can I get a bigger box please."&nbsp; He said calming down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 20:42:04</strong>
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				"Place all metal objects in the box." Mel answered calmly staring at Bishop then quirked a brown when he asked for a bigger box, how much metal did he have on him that one security box wouldn't be enough?&nbsp; She placed another one on the counter and the looked at Antony.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at the page of the book he held his finger in and then glanced at Kat "Anything else you need to know can be discussed with her" she answered smiling "I'm sure she will be more than happy to accommodate you with anything you want to do, wont you Kat?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cao X</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 20:51:41</strong>
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				Married at eighteen to a guy fifteen years older, Lena spent six years on Valium, sublimating her own desires and learning how best to pacify a controlling, passive-aggressive shit. The best thing that ever happened to her was when he dropped dead at 39 of a massive stroke while in a hotel room with a nineteen year old boy he had picked up just off the turnpike. Now, a year of therapy later, a rich Lena looked for an entirely different kind of relationship, one where her money paid for the time and she called the sexual shots. <br><br>Stepping out of the sunlight, Lena brushed black bangs back from her eyes and stared around. This was the place. Lena frankly didn’t care whether her partner turned out to be a man or a woman as long as Lena got to be in charge. And she wanted to have fun. She glanced down at her faded jeans. Maybe a new dress, she hadn’t felt sexy in so long.<br><br>But first, she geared up her courage and headed to the front desk. "I'm Lena Vittoria and I have a reservation." Nervously, she hoped her previously faxed request that honey, leather cuffs, and black silk sheets be placed in her room would not be considered too outrageous. <br><br>She had the fantasy of role-reversing old memories. But then a sudden flash of panic filled her eyes, could she go through with this? <br><br>[<strong>I was unsure as to who remains open or would be receptive to Lena's fantasies. So I do not specify a particular ... partner.</strong>]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 21:32:59</strong>
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				"Yes Ms Vittoria, we have your room ready for you." Mel smiled at the woman and slid her &nbsp;the book &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) with little tabs on the pages of Kyle, Antonio, Roberto and Katrina to say they were temporarily unavailable.&nbsp; If they freed up during Ms Vittoria's stay then she could request one of them at a later date.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Please have a complimentary drink on us while you make your selection." Mel said leading her to the bar and getting her settled before returning to the reception desk.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She checked Mr Williams in and gave him the key card to his room and started Kat on the clock so she could lead him to her room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37379.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 23:37:54</strong>
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				Bishop looked at her and began to unload his pocket, some items looked harmless like coins or pins.&nbsp; "You are very attractive Ms. Mel&nbsp; Please don't touch the coins."&nbsp; He said not wanted to clean up the splatter of her bleeding to death.&nbsp; Part of him was teasing but most of his items were rather deadly if activated prematurely.&nbsp; He pulled out ammo, guns, all loaded, filling both boxes.&nbsp; In some regard she probably wondered where it had all come from.&nbsp; He took off his watch and his belt.&nbsp; He held up his finger in a don't ask tone.&nbsp; He then pulled off his boots.&nbsp; He was standing in his black shirt, grey pants...maybe underware but that is it.&nbsp; "I am guessing you want to keep the duffle bag too hunh?"&nbsp; He asked looking disappointed.&nbsp; He pulled out some clothes and sandles then dumped everything else into and already still heavy bag.&nbsp; "Don't allow weapons in here I take it?"&nbsp; He said looking at her sheepishly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 00:10:03</strong>
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				Mel was normally pretty composed and working in this industry not many things shocked her but watching him empty his pockets had her brows shooting up into her hairline.&nbsp; What the heck was he doing with carrying all those ... weapons when he was coming to a place like this, who did he think might attack him here?&nbsp; <br><br><em>Oh boy</em> it looked like they would near a security crate and not just a security box for his stuff.&nbsp; "It's just Mel." she corrected him "And no we don't allow weapons, electronics or anything like that.&nbsp; Your belongings will be locked away safely while you are here."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 00:47:07</strong>
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				"That guys got more of an arsenal then the Canadian Army put together." said Julian, who was still relaxing at the reception desk and was startled out of his daze by the alarm. "Hey partner, nice to see you come prepared being an ex marine i can relate to that." he shot a look to mel noticing her confusion. "I think the lady is slightly worried your here to kill us all." Julian was a noticeably approachable guy and could talk to complete strangers like he knew them his whole life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 01:40:33</strong>
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				"I was told to give you this as well."&nbsp; Bishop said as he looked at her.&nbsp; It had her name on it.&nbsp; <br><br>((INSIDE:<br><br>The note handed to Mel from Bishop:<br><br>My name is Logan.&nbsp; Tall, dark and gruesome here is called Bishop.&nbsp; He needs some serious TLC.&nbsp; Your place comes hightly recommended.&nbsp; I think I was told Sophia would be perfect for him...he might need two if you know what I mean.&nbsp; I ...we need him completely DRAINED...hell do whatever you need to do to put a smile on his face.<br><br>PS if YOU ever need some R&amp;R look me up if you are ever in NYC....Westchester County....Xaiver's School for the Gifted.))<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 01:42:12</strong>
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				"No...I am not here to kill you all, if that was the case I wouldn't have walked in.&nbsp; I would have run.&nbsp; I am here cause I lost a bet.&nbsp; What is this place anyway?"&nbsp; He asked slightly confused now as he looked a Julian.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cao X</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 02:10:19</strong>
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				Lena looked dazed as she walked to the bar. Ordering her usual gin and tonic, she interrupted herself and said, “Make it an Appletini instead.” John had ordered for her in the past.<br><br>He was the past now. If she wanted a sickly-sweet girly drink, she would have a girly drink. She almost hoped it had a little umbrella when it came. Her quiet oval face, rather dark and delicate showed a shy, almost mischievous smile.<br><br>As the bar tender left, Lena’s fingers trembled slightly when thumbing through the pages of <em>the book</em>. An erotic buzz ripped her frame as the faces popped into focus and the reality of it screamed her name.<br><br>Glancing at the taken names, her tongue flicked out and wet her lips. She paused ever so briefly on Kyle’s image—beautiful. She gasped when the power of Antonio leaped off the page and into her arms. Her thighs felt damp. She thumbed past his page, far too big, too masculine. He scared and excited her. <br><br>When she reached the first available man, Cooper Scott, her long fingers caressed his face briefly. This one would never let her be in charge. But those eyes, how they leaped out at her. She reluctantly continued.<br><br>“Roberto,” she murmured. “A definite possibility.” Still, the beard didn’t quite hit her erogenous buttons, but he was a definite maybe.<br><br>The next prospect, Sophia, was utterly lovely. But Lena shook her head as she read the profile. Too dominant. And Lena laughed under her breath. Plus, her cup size puts mine to shame. I’d be jealous.<br><br>Turning the page again, his face leaped off the page and slapped her. A gasp of psychic pain escaped. He wore same look of blazing masculinity that had once graced the face of her ex-husband, dear dead John. He looked the successful tycoon and Lena’s eyes flicked down his profile. <br><br>No, she wouldn’t want anything that extreme, she thought. But he was a switch. So would he let he take charge? God, she hoped so. She would check. If so, this Julian Miller was the one.<br><br>She finished her drink, feeling the alcohol hit her, giving her a delicious sense of courage. Picking up the book, she returned to the desk. “I want him for at least a day,” she said. “Maybe the full weekend, but he has to let me lead.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 07:54:27</strong>
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				Mel read the note he handed her a small smirk on her face, GI Joe obviously needed some serious play time with the way he emptied his pockets and now his buddies had sent him here.&nbsp; Logan huh?&nbsp; She would have to keep that in mind next time she was home.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sophie's shift hasn't started yet but you are welcome to have a drink at the bar on us while you wait." She offered and quickly typed in a message on the computer, it would send a message to Sophie's pager that she had a client, all the staff members had these so they would return immediately if they were off site.<br><br>She then turned to Ms Vittoria and looked at her selection, "Julian will be available for as long as you need him." Mel assured her and then looked at Julian "Wont you, and your happy to oblige Ms Vittoria with all here requirements?"&nbsp; It was a rhetorical question, he had no choice in the matter what the client asked for the client got.&nbsp; She passed Ms Vittoria the pass to her room, the rates for Julian's services and started the clock, so Julian could lead her back &nbsp;to where ever &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37594.0) she wanted to go to fulfil whatever her needs were.&nbsp; <br><br>Mel glanced around, near enough a full house, only three more clients to check in and that would be everyone occupied.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 07:57:10</strong>
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				"Always happy to oblige and make the clients happy mel" he said with a smile. "Follow me miss" he said walking to his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 08:03:06</strong>
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				"Ok..what shift?"&nbsp; He said looking thinking this was a mission.&nbsp; He had a letter for Sophia unsure of what the letter would say.&nbsp; He knew better than to trust Logan but he knew this was supposed to be part of the bet.<br><br>"Thank you Mel."&nbsp; He said thinking there was really something up with this place.&nbsp; He turned around and went to the bar with only the basket with his clothes in is hand and feeling naked without any weapon on him.<br><br>"Daquiri....start with Apple and work your way down the alphabet...Frozen."&nbsp; He said knowing his stamina would probably get him through the list but there really was something about this place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaden</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 10:55:55</strong>
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				Sophie had finished her sunbathing and wrapped her gold netted scarf around her waist. It wasn't meant to cover, but to entice. She took her job seriously. <br><br>She slowly made her way to up the rocky shore and towards the front entrance of the mansion when her pager went off. Thankfully she wasn't the type of girl who need much makeup or up-dos, so she wouldn't have to hurry up to her room. <br><br>She opened the entrance door to the brothel and sauntered inside, her flat sandals making a light clacking noise as she walked. She didn't bat an eye at the crowd in the lobby or bar. It was always busy in the morning- people checking in, people checking out. She smiled at a few, and said hey to some of the employees that were loitering around.<br><br>She walked behind the front desk and automatically began straightening papers and putting things in files while she waited for Mel to finish talking to a customer. "So, who's the one for me, love?" she asked in her thick Spanish accent. When she finished cleaning the desk, being minor OCD and all, she walked around the counter and leaned her hip against it. She was still only wearing her bathing suit and her long auburn hair was still damp from the ocean spray. She tapped a manicured nail against the counter top, not in impatience, but because she had a song stuck in her head that she heard last night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 11:31:29</strong>
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				Mel nodded her head towards Bishop and showed Sohpie the note he had handed her from his friend.&nbsp; "You missed the show." she nodded her head again this time towards the mountain of weapons now on her side of the desk her usual professional demure slipping.&nbsp; "I'm guessing he's some kind of military personnel and his friends have decided he needs some R&amp;R.&nbsp; Audrey and Nilanti are still available if you want to double team him."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 13:46:19</strong>
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				Note from Logan to Sophia.<br><br>((Hello Beautiful, I have seen and been told how lovely you are as I told Mel you come highly recommended.&nbsp; Should you ever make it to Westchester county.&nbsp; I will tell you who he is, so you can thank him or punish him appropriately.&nbsp; You being smart as well you might have figured it out already.&nbsp; <br><br>Anyway the bearer of this note...lost a bet, which is very good cause he NEEDS some loosening up....in a BIG way.&nbsp; I don't really want him back without a smile on his face that lasts for days.&nbsp; This is where you and your Place come in.&nbsp; If you have to have help...or even want it...that is fine too.&nbsp; But this is my request....your rate is doubled....tripled if the smile lasts two days or longer.&nbsp; Thank you.<br><br><br>PS....(laughs)....He thinks this is a mission...he has no idea...what type of place this is.&nbsp; Have fun.&nbsp; Sorry about all the weapons.&nbsp; Told you he needed a break.&nbsp; Logan.))<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaden</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 20:40:13</strong>
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				Sophie read the note Mel gave her, her eyebrows shooting up in highly pointed arches as she noticed the mound of weapons. <br><br>A slow grin pulled her features to a more appealing look. She made a purring noise in her throat. "Mel, I think I'm going to start with him alone, but I might call in reinforcements later." She winked and stood up. " I have a plan. Give me five minutes and I'll be right back for our lethal weapon."<br><br><br>She gave the man one more glance before walking upstairs. Once in her room, she went straight to the closet that was in the side of the room, flush with the wall. She pulled out a skirt and suit and slid it on with a pair of low-profile heals. She left her hair down to flow around her face and added only a touch of lip gloss and mascara to add to the appeal.<br><br>(http://www.15minutedate.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/woman_business.jpg)<br><br>She made her way down the stairways and towards the lobby, winking at Mel, knowing she would catch on to her scheme. She smiled at her and walked towards the bar to the big mountain of a man sitting there drinking a daiquiri. "Mr. Bishop?" she said in her business voice. She knew she was unbelievable sexy in her short skirt and long honey and fire hair. "If you could please follow me, Mr. Bishop, I'll explain why you are here." She didn't bother introducing herself. If he were a professional, he would know she was Sophie, and she wouldn't have to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 20:59:58</strong>
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				Mel looked up when Sophie returned and smirked at her as she passed the reception desk.&nbsp; She coyly watched as Sophie, suited and booted so to speak, approached Mr Bishop.&nbsp; Whoever Logan was he had probably picked the best one out of all the girls to mess with Mr Bishop although she was sure the other girls would have managed, Sophie just had a slightly more dominate streak to her than the others.&nbsp; <br><br>She wished she could be a fly on the wall when Mr Bishop says &nbsp;"Sophie's Office" &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37612.0)&nbsp; she was sure it would be very entertaining.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 02:09:16</strong>
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				Bishop was at P - Pineapple, when Sophia approached.&nbsp; He didn't feel it.&nbsp; He is thus far the only one able to closely able to drink Logan under the table.&nbsp; He looked at the woman, as he knew this was whom he was here to meet.&nbsp; She was nice on the eyes and he was more than ready for his mission as he followed her, he straightened his jacket and felt so under dressed without his boots and weapons.&nbsp; But he couldn't help but to go.&nbsp; He was going to have just wing it if trouble came alone and kill them with his bare hands.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaden</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 19:23:57</strong>
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				Sophie smiled at Mel as she passed back by, the man named Bishop following her. They made their way up the stairs and to the elevator. She pressed a button and the doors opened for them. Stepping in, she licked her glossed lips, waiting for Bishop to follow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 19:27:50</strong>
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				Bishop followed he caught himself staring at her behind which was nice and shapely even in skirt suit she wore as he followed her.&nbsp; He only had the small bag in his hand and not a gun to be had.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 21:17:22</strong>
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				Kat jumped back when the alarm rung, pressing a hand to her chest as she laughed. "Goodness, didn't know that was there. Good to know yall are watching out for us though," she said with a wink as the man stepped through the door. She shifted sideways, giving Mel room to place the boxes on the counter.<br><br>She gave Antony a wicked smile as he approached the desk. His quiet greeting caused her tummy to flutter. Oh, he had a delicious accent. She loved accents. She bit the side of her lip as his eyes dipped to her cleavage and felt her nipples tighten in reaction.<br><br>Her mouth formed a small pout when he immediately turned his attention to Mel before she could respond in kind to his attention. Curiosity had her leaning forward, brushing his arm with every inhale as she rose on tiptoes to see the bio of the one he had chosen.<br><br>Laughing as her own picture stared back at her, her eyes flashed up to him then to Mel. "I will try my damnedest," she said in reply, eyes sparkling as she placed her hand on his chest, directly over his nipple ring and guided him away from the desk as another came in, not to mention the mound of weapons now gracing the front desk.<br><br>Letting her hand slid down, she shivered slightly at the feel of him before taking his hand. Turning on a heel, she lifted his hand to her shoulder and led him out of the entrance toward her room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37379.0). "We'll start there and see where the night takes us, yes?" she offered with a smile over her shoulder as they began to climb the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaden</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 04:28:41</strong>
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				Sophie hit the button as Bishop entered the elevator. They rode up in silence until the doors opened to a long hall. Sophie walked out headed towards the suite doors that lead to her sitting room.<br>(Please post in my room next)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SugarShane</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:13:33</strong>
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				Antony’s adams apple twitched as he stood motionless in the reception area, his eyes followed Katrina’s hand devotedly as she planted it on his chest.&nbsp; In the brief moment they stood there he could already sense a growing mutual feeling between the pair as he breathed deeply through his nostrils, reliving the tightness in his body.&nbsp; With her palm still on his chest, he groaned with unrequited desire before the tip of his tongue met his lip and he flashed a smile, an admission she had hooked his full attention.<br><br>He remained motionless as his hand was helped towards her shoulder where he held a firm grip, dragging his fingertips back into the skin of her shoulder, perhaps causing her a little discomfort.&nbsp; His eyes trailed from her hair, down her spine before closely inspecting her legs as her skirt tantalizing ruffled one way and then the other as they made their way towards the stairs, one behind the other.&nbsp; Antony was trembling slightly at the thought of spending quality time with someone so experienced.&nbsp; A slow realization crossed his mind that for the first time, in a long time, that this was going to get all deep and meaningful, this was not going to just another drunken fumble and five-minute fuck.&nbsp; That excited him, after all that is part of the reason for coming to the place, but a part of him was apprehensive, as he was dedicated not to make a fool out of himself.<br><br><em>"We'll start there and see where the night takes us, yes?"</em> "Dinner on the beach wasn’t it?" he recalled from the bio, pondering if that’s what she meant by her question.&nbsp; "I think I already know what I want for dinner" he smiled immorally, glaring at her with naughty raised brows before he caught up with the girl, making his way up so that they were side-by-side.&nbsp; He soon swung his arm from her shoulder down and around her hip, bringing her closer towards him as they made their way up towards her room, he smiled feverously to himself in anticipation of what was to going to unfold in the next couple of nights.&nbsp; The closer they got to her room, Antony was growing eager to find out what environment and props they were going to play in, not forgetting his own little props that would arrive soon enough with his other belongings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:24:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat's shoulder arched, not away from the slight pain of his hand but into it as she drew in a stuttered breath. Casting him a wicked little smile over her shoulder, she continued down the hall toward her room. As he pulled his hand away from her shoulder, she twirled around until she was walking backward, both hands holding his.<br><br>"I'm sure we can satisfy whatever cravings you have for dinner, my dear Mr. Antony," she replied huskily, allowing his hand to pull her to his side. She didn't mention the beach for she was here to facilitate his fantasies, not hers. She angled her body into his as his hand came to rest on her hip, her hand wandering over his back, down over his firm backside before hooking a thumb in the waistband as they approached her door. The fingers of her other hand tingled to reach up and toy with his nipple ring through the soft cotton but she resisted. She wanted to get to her room soon so she could see that adornment without interference.<br><br>She let her head rest briefly on his shoulder as she drew her room key from the hidden pocket of her skirt. Turning more fully into him, she pressed her body to his as she pushed the door open behind her. Her hands came to his sides to balance herself as she rose on tiptoes and brushing her mouth to his, her lips parted as she bit his lower lip playfully.<br><br>"I just hope you save room for dessert," she laughs, fingers tangling in his shirt to pull him into her room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37379.msg1913942#msg1913942).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lacuna</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 04:15:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/8817/67130047.jpg)<br>Aylin smiled entering The Place and immediately looking around as she strolled into the lobby. She liked the idea of staying here, and could imagine herself getting used to it very easily. She smiled politely at Mel as she walked up to the desk. "Do I need to pick up some sort of pager or room key or something? I'm supposed to start today... they just added me to the Customer Requirement book..." She said pleasantly smiling. It had been a long time since she felt this calm breathing in the summer air, she also made sure to take a good long look at Mel while at the desk, making it quite clear she was checking her out... <em>not bad</em>... she thought to herself but simply smiled in a friendly manner and tilted her head shrugging the incident off with a simple compliment, "Do you always look this nice? You are quite beautiful..." and realized this wasn't Ford anymore, to her disappointment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 22:31:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel smiled at Aylin and passed her the key card to her room.&nbsp; "Thank you." she accepted the compliment wether Aylin was flirting with her or just being polite.&nbsp; She was use to being flirted with by everyone but as she couldn't get involved with staff, and she really did prefer the guys, there was no chance of anything happening anyway.&nbsp; "You have a couple of hours to get settled in before your first client arrives.&nbsp; I'll page you once they arrive."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 20:03:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea left his car parked outside. Mind you, it was one of those expensive, fast cars. A Lamborghini, very likely. Deep red and polished to perfection. He could afford it and he wasn't ashamed to show it. After all, he was working hard for his money. He shut the drivers door while he gave the place a casual once-over, turning the key and locking his vehicle with a gentle 'beep' from the security system, before he stepped away, dropping the set of keys into a pocket.<br><br>The young man was dressed in a pair of black dress pants, of the more casual variety, tho. They smell of one or the other Designer brand. Gucci, probably, or Armani. Whatever it was, it was expensive, much like himself. A light purple button down covered his torso, the first couple of buttons left undone to show off some of his toned, well tanned chest. A matching blazer to the pants, tossed casually over a shoulder while he approached the compound. On his feet, a pair of well polished Italian leather shoes. The man had style.<br><br>His nearly black hair left in some stylish kind of dissaray, almost falling over his close to black eyes. They were of such a dark brown, the almost could come off as black on first glance. The man wore less jewelry, merely a golden chain around his neck. The shadow of stubble on his high cheekbones and his jawline. There was a hue of fragrance clinging to the young man. Something..spicy and sweet. Quite couraged, that.<br><br>And he entered the etablissement, letting his gaze stray with a soft smirk flickering over his lush lips. Oh yes...he'll like it here, there was no doubt. <br><br>He made his way towards the counter Mel was behind, and he offered the woman a dashing, handsome smile, before he spoke, a hipbone casually leaned against the counter. <em> "Ciao, bella" </em>His voice was smooth, a deep baritone, laced with that undenieably Italian accent. <em>"My name is Andrea Cervano, and I do believe that I have spoken to you on the phone, when I called a week ago and arranged my arrival, yes"?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 20:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://mysite.verizon.net/grdell/jason.jpg)<br><br>Jason Harkness had arrived in Spain yesterday, but did not want to rush his experience, so he'd stayed the night in Madrid before boarding a charter flight to Ibiza first thing this morning. Already a self-made billionaire by 35, he had learned that the only way to get what he wanted was to reach out and take it; but he also liked to take his time and savor the good things in life. So he had planned an entire summer off this year to kick back and enjoy all the things he had skipped on his rise to riches and power. Oh, he'd had more than his fair share of both women and men in his bed - some of which he'd paid for, and some of which had consented to do it for nothing - but this time he wanted that special something more that he could only get at a place like The Place. The pampering, the deference, the casual pace. So here he was, walking into the lobby with a small case slung over his shoulder, drinking in the atmosphere and grinning. He was determined to enjoy himself.<br><br>He walked up to the pretty young girl behind the counter. <em>I wonder if she's on the menu, too?</em> he thought. He waited until the Italian stud in front of him finished up with her, eyeing his perfect ass under those pricey slacks. <em>I sure hope he's on the menu!</em><br><br>"Morning, sweetie. Name's Harkness, but please call me Jay. Made a reservation couple of weeks ago." He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as he scanned the room, taking in the beautiful people as well as the beautiful scenery. "Nice place you've got here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 20:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel let her eyes trail over Andrea, as small smile playing on her lips another hottie for the book but she knew even if she was allowed to play with the staff she wasn't his type having seen his CV.&nbsp; He would give Kyle a run for his money for the male clients, she couldn't wait for the sparks when Kyle saw him.&nbsp; "Yes we did Andrea.&nbsp; Your rooms already." she handed him the key card for his room.&nbsp; <br><br>As she always did when clients arrived she turned away from the members of staff and addressed the clients, "Good morning Mr Harkness." she never called a client by their first name.&nbsp; "Would you like to take a seat at the bar and have a look through our activities &nbsp;book &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) and have a drink on us?"&nbsp; <br><br>She saw him check out Andrea and she suspected Andrea wouldn't be getting much time to get settled in before he was requested.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 20:41:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea was probably quite well aware of being looked over, and maybe it was the reason for the soft smirk playing on his lips, still. His rear was very likely as pricey as the pants that covered it.<br><br><em>"Grazie, bella"</em> The man said, blowing Mel a kiss while he reached for the offered room key. He winked to her, even if she was right. She wasn't his type but..as it was...Andrea was a quite shameless, hot blooded flirt. The temper was in his blood, after all.<br><br>Andrea stepped back, turning his head just a bit to the side, enough to get a good view of the gentleman that stood behind him. Hmm..not bad. Not bad at all, he thought to himself, but for the moment, he turned and made his way towards his room. Probably to get a shower and change before he'll pay the bar a visit. <br><br>He does offer the gentleman a nod, in passing and a low, husky <em>"Good evening"</em>.&nbsp; He does have manners, after all..and not just a rather hot temper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 20:48:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing," he replied to Mel. He watched as the guy dipped him a nod and a salutation, and returned an "I'll be seeing you later" wink.<br><br>He headed into the bar, the book in one hand, took a seat, and ordered a rum and coke. He flipped through the book, making note of the selection. Just about everyone caught his eye in one way or another, but sure enough, there was the Italian hottie. He leaned back in his chair and thought about it while he sipped at his drink. Give the man a chance to get settled in, then ride his ass all the way 'til next Tuesday. He was starting to get hard already, just thinking about it. Oh, yeah, he was going to enjoy himself all right.<br><br>After finishing off his drink, he got up and headed back to the front desk. "I want Andrea" - he even pronounced the name correctly - "but I can wait until he's ready. I saw that he only just arrived before I did, so I don't want to rush him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:02:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you would prefer to settle in your room before being entertained by Andrea that is fine." she smiled at him checking him in "but if you would prefer to be entertained first it can be arranged."<br><br>After all the motto was the client always got what they wanted and if that meant Andrea didn't get a chance to settle into his room then so be it, he'd learn soon enough that he wouldn't have any private time where clients were concerned.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:06:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kozakura had just arrived the night before, and after a long evening of unpacking and getting settled, and then a short night of sleep, she was now heading downstairs to meet people and get acquainted with the place. <br><br>She wore a pale green dress that loosely hugged her curves, slender but still womanly, and white wedge sandals, her ebony hair left down. A few pieces of jewelry decorated her, but otherwise she was very casual. She notes there were quite a few people coming and going, some clearly employees, and others...not so clear. But one was perfectly clear, the woman standing at the front desk directing customers to rooms, so she moved over to the desk and smiled faintly, waiting till Mel was done talking to the man before she would say hello.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:08:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll drop my things off in my own room first. Just have him give me a buzz there when he's ready."<br><br>He wanted the anticipation to build, the tension to stoke his desire. He would stare out at the magnificent view and wait for the call. And then, when the time came, it would be so much the sweeter for having waited. He knew how to savor things...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:20:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had seen the wink and very likely he got the meaning. It certainly wasn't a first and he wasn't a newbie, either. And if he would have private time or not, well...he probably didn't give a fuck. Such was his line of work, after all.<br><br>And, the young Italian stud was back downstairs in no time, having taken a shower and changed his wardrobe into something more casual..but not less tasteful. <br><br>A pair of slightly faded, bootcut Dolce &amp; Gabbana Jeans clinging to his hipbones, revealing just a touch more of tanned, smooth flesh and a black tattoo along his right hipbone, dissapearing past the waistband. It seemed to be a thin band of coiling ivy vines. The Denims held in black by a black leather belt, and over his toned chest, a light yellow v-neck tee, teasingly tight against his body. His arms well muscled, just not too much. He probably spent quite an amount of time to keep himself in shape. After all..his body was his money. Another inkwork on his left biceps, a simple, dark red rose blossom with thorns.<br><br>And again, the young stud's gaze strayed across the room, again with a soft smirk, very likely because he spotted the gentleman from earlier again. And, slowly, he trailed down the stairs, a single finger lightly tracing along the railing. There was still this almost intoxicatingly sweet fragrance around him. Just the right amount. Not intrusive, but still there.<br><br>He watched the gentleman for a moment, making his way down the stairs. He'll be informed, if his services were demanded, after all. The woman waiting by the counter recieved a wink, of course and a dashing smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:25:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiles, and nods politely to the Italian as he smiles at her, and then turns her dark eyes back to Mel. When she seems finished talking to the man, she would smile a little more and bow her head slightly. <br><br>"Good morning, I'm Kozakura, I just wanted to let you know I'm ready for work." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:31:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will send him right up, enjoy your stay." Mel handed Mr Harkness his keycard to his room and the sheet with Andrea as well as the other members of staffs going rates. <br><br>Just as Mr Harkness turned away Andrea sauntered down the stairs, "Andrea would you mind keeping Mr Harkness company?" she called out to him and then started his hourly clock.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to Kozakura and smiled "Hi, we aren't expecting your client to arrive until later today, why don't you enjoy the leisure facilities I will page you as soon as he arrives."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, that sure didn't take long, but he wasn't complaining. Waiting was good, but not waiting could be better...<br><br>Jay looked Andrea up and down once more now that he'd changed his clothes. Sexy tattoos and tight clothes were all right with him.<br><br>He headed up the stairs to meet Andrea on the second riser. "Lead the way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman nods and smiles a little at Mel. "Thank you, I'll keep an ear out." She turns away then, leaving Mel to do her job. She wanders around the lobby for a few minutes, not having really taken the time to enjoy the place when she had arrived so late in the evening. <br><br>Stopping by the bar, she smiles at the bartender on duty, introducing herself and ordering a pineapple juice. She lays the small clutch she carried on the bar as she sits, pager inside just in case, taking some time to simply relax and watch the various people. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:47:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young Italian leaned a bit over the railing when he heard Mel call out his name, and he smirked before calling back to her. <em>"I wouldn't mind at all, bella!" </em><br><br>But then he turned to the one who was more important now: The client. His first one here..and what an attractive one it was. He waited for the other man, offering him one of those dashingly handsome smile while he looked the man over.- <em>"Hello there.."</em> He said. Lowly, with that husky, accent laced voice of his. And then he moved up the stairs, to lead the way up to his room, the key card between his fingers, casually so. And once again Jay would get quite a nice look at that rear.<br><br>Jay was lead to a door at the end of a corridor, and Andrea unlocked the door, pushing it open casually before he stepped to the side, leaning his rear against the doorframe, gesturing into the room. <em>"After you.."</em> And he winked, letting his client enter his room first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 22:20:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaving the car at the parking, Robert entered the place. As he walked in he was looking at the place appreciatively, it was quite well taken care off. It was also rather clear that it's the exclusive place for the rich and beautiful. Looking around he noticed the woman at the front desk and went to talk with her.<br><br>"Hello I'm Robert, I was hoping that I could book a room here. You are the person to talk about that right?", he said smiling leaning his tall body against the desk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 22:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi." Mel smiled "Do you have a reservation Mr......" she trailed off, she was expecting a few more clients a little later, but they occassionally got the odd walk in.&nbsp; <br><br>She lifted a copy of the &nbsp;book &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) ready to give it to him once he confirmed who he was and that he could actually afford a stay if he wasn't a prebooked client.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 22:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly shuffling through the books Robert looked at the girls that are available then he looked up smiling and just said one word, "Kozakura".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 13:40:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke was needing a break, fighting off the world was quite a hard job.&nbsp; Things were not going how he had planned but life had a way of dealing him craps whenever he rolled the dice.&nbsp; He was here after a mission.&nbsp; He had spoken with Logan told him that this might be a place to ease his woes.&nbsp; But what woman would want a man with steel hard skin, that was normally his problem with getting dates.&nbsp; Most thought he was....more than normal at first sight or didn't think they could handle him or be gentle, now he was......in more than need and his desire was for having his needs met....perhaps meeting others but he would needed to do his best not to break her....or them if he had to have more than one.&nbsp; With only a small duffle bag he walked up to the gate.&nbsp; The place wasn't too hard to find, but with his sunglasses on and his dark skin he probably stood out like a sore thumb, but he wasn't too concerned with it.&nbsp; This place came hightly recommended as he walked to the front desk and looked down at the woman there.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; "Hello miss, my name is Lukus Cagle.&nbsp; I do have a reservation, called earlier."&nbsp; He said he had and gave this name to hide what he could of his identity.&nbsp; What did he know of his rep that might have reached over here of Luke Cage.<br><br>(http://www.shawnray.com/components/com_virtuemart/shop_image/product/022d70f6a78b0d40b7ff96dfa246e67f.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 21:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel looked at Luke and could help the slight wrinkle of her nose, she liked her men strong and muscled but he was way too muscled, this one she wouldn't mind passing up if she had been allowed to entertain a client.&nbsp; "Mr Cagle we were expecting you." she smiled politely like she did with all clients.&nbsp; Please take a seat in the bar and browse through our &nbsp;book (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) of activities we offer.&nbsp; Once you are selected let me know."<br><br>She watched him wander over to the bar and glanced down at the computer screen, two more clients and they would have a full house.&nbsp; The next client should be arriving any minute now.&nbsp; Sure enough glancing at the screen that held the various CCTV images around the property, she saw a woman walking along the path towards the entrance.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/Sasha-1.jpg)</div><br>Sarah Cummings felt hesitant as she entered the reception area of The Place, she still wasn't too sure about doing this.&nbsp; She was a rather shy and quiet woman of twenty six, which most people couldn't believe considering her occupation.&nbsp; She was a famous underwear model.&nbsp; Most people expected her to be outgoing and bubbly but she wasn't and she absolutely hated being in the public eye.&nbsp; Standing in underwear surrounded by cameras and people had been intimidating to begin with but now she just shut down to it all, but as she had posed for more bigger names in the industry she had become more well known and was now a well known name.&nbsp; <br><br>The reason she was now entering The Place was because she was fed up with her public life being splashed across headlines.&nbsp; Each time she dated or was even seen talking to a guy, the next morning it was reported she was having a torrid affair.&nbsp; To try and stop the rumours after she was accused of sleeping with a photographer in a public venue (although there had been no photographic evidence to prove it was her) she had refrained from dating, but a girl had needs and needs could only be ignored for so long.&nbsp; The Place had come highly recommended, although she still felt a little iffy about having to pay for a week of sexual pleasure she was willing to give it a try. <br><br>She walked up to the girl on the reception desk and smiled sweetly "Sarah Cummings, I have a reservation." <br><br>Mel returned the smile "Miss Cummings welcome to the place.&nbsp; Would you like to go straight to your room or would you prefer to meet your activities entertainer first?"&nbsp; <br><br>Sarah hesitated, chewing nervously on her bottom lip, glancing around but other than the huge guy over at the bar there was no one about.&nbsp; "Meeting the....entertainer?"&nbsp; What a strange name to refer to an male escort.<br><br>Mel nodded and quickly sent the page to Cooper, the only male member of staff available, summoning him to reception as she checked Miss Cummings in and handed her the key card to her own room for later. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 22:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And it's a greet, greet day for motorcar rac... Yipe!!"<br><br>Cooper's habitual Jackie Stewart imitation - he couldn't help it, the phrase popped out every time he sat down to watch Formula One - was abruptly halted by the buzzing in his hip pocket. What the hell was that? Oh, right ... a beeper. He had never carried one of those things before, and upon receiving it from Mel had jammed it into a pocket and forgotten about it immediately.<br><br>He spun the gadget a few times before finding the LCD readout. <em>Get your ass down here now!</em> He blinked. "Unless a shorted 220 line has actually set something on fire, missy, we'll need to have a talk," he muttered and pitched the beeper onto the ottoman.<br><br>His mood of mounting irritation didn't long survive his arrival at Mel's desk. The sight of the pretty blonde at reception lifted his spirits immeasurably; the mammoth muscle man at the bar boggled his mind. <em>Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick, is anybody really that huge?</em> he wondered, then gulped. <em>And who's he here for?</em><br><br>"Ssssso, Mel." Cooper gave a small wave. "What's up?" He turned to the new girl and nodded to her as well. "Miss. Say ... haven't I seen you somewhere before? You look awfully familiar."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 22:56:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cooper." Mel said in warning, shaking her head at him.&nbsp; It wasn't polite to ask the clients personal questions.&nbsp; She looked at Miss Cummings, feeling a little apologetic.&nbsp; Wanting to explain that Cooper was new and hadn't learned the ropes yet but it would be un professional.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked back at Cooper "Why don't you show Miss Cummings around?" she suggested, quirking her brow at him suggestively.&nbsp; She really needed to sit him down and explain what the rules were but as there was a client with needs, the clients needs always came first.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 22:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flipped through a few page and found this one much to his liking, he was nice on the eyes, like Jean but a little bit Sue that he had never worked out of his system.&nbsp; He liked Reed a bit too much to bark up that tree.&nbsp; Yet and still he was wondering would he break her if nothing else.&nbsp; But he wondered if she would like to find out.&nbsp; "Is Aylin available?"&nbsp; He said asking politely after the other woman was finished.&nbsp; He looked at Sarah seeing she looked familiar, but he realized people came in here not to be recognized but for privacy.&nbsp; Looking at her nice round hips he wouldn't mind taking her home.&nbsp; He was just having a blonde....day....lingerie model.&nbsp; Was what came to mind?&nbsp; She was hot, he&nbsp; couldn't help but wonder...why she was here?&nbsp; Same reason he was.&nbsp; And he let it go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 23:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eh?" Cooper squinted at Mel in momentary incomprehension. With the practiced discretion of someone well versed in delivering surreptitious scoldings, she scowled at him with the eye Sarah couldn't see until her meaning percolated through.<br><br>"Oh, around the ... uh ... Place. Yeah. Why don't I?" He turned back to Sarah and put on his best tour guide smile, the one he had used when showing relatives around the barracks. "Miss Cummings? Would you like to see the pool, or the gardens? Whatever you're interested in, I'm here to help."<br><br>The longer he talked, the more difficult it was becoming to keep his gaze from roaming over those magnificent curves of hers... <em>Professional!</em> he told himself, <em>eyes up!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 23:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sarah smiled a little nervously at Cooper, letting her eyes trail over him.&nbsp; He was a little...rough around the edges, compared to the pretty guys she was use to dating and being around, but interesting at the same time.&nbsp; "Please call me Sarah and anywhere is fine." she answered him, unsure why he wanted to how her the pool or the gardens.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked back at Mel a little confused, but Mel just smiled at her warmly "We'll make sure your luggage is taken up to your room."<br><br>Sarah nodded and looked back at Cooper, waiting for him to lead the way.&nbsp; <br><br>Mel turned her attention back to Mr Cagle and smiled, one eye still on Cooper to make sure he behaved appropriately "I will page Aylin, would you like to wait for her in the bar or I could send her to meet you at your room?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 23:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well the bar was relaxed he could get to know her, after all a week was a long time.&nbsp; The room was too forward ment he wanted her for just her body not her mind.&nbsp; He hoped Susan's sensitivity classes paid off.&nbsp; "The bar will be fine please."&nbsp; He said thinking he didn't drink that much, at least not as much as some of his friends....hell he didn't drink as much a most of his friends.&nbsp; One could drink several people under the table, thought he was a damned god.&nbsp; 'too many wraps with that mallet of his.'&nbsp; The other was from Canada and he didn't know where he put it all.&nbsp; He rarely even went to the bathroom too, hairy beast.&nbsp; Then he could drink a bit but this wasn't that time he was thinking more about this place and how he would impress her, whether he would break her or if she would have to call in reinforcements to finish out the week?&nbsp; Things you had to worry about when you could bend steel in your bare hands.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 04:08:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cooper took a few long strides ahead of Sarah to open the door for her, then followed her out onto the lawn.<br><br>"So. These are the grounds. Immaculately kept, still very much like they were when The Place was first built. It was a fortification, obviously, as you can see from the high walls and the complicated access path. Lots of places to, um, shoot arrows. From."<br><br>They strolled across the lawn and Cooper extemporized as fast as he could. He noted every feature of the grounds and buildings, taking his best guess as to their original function based on what little he still remembered from his military history classes, and spun what he hoped was a believable yarn about The Place's past - about which he knew exactly bupkes. After all, it wasn't like anybody had presented him with an employee handbook.<br><br>A number of wrought iron pergolas stood around a large granite bird bath, and Cooper took advantage of the symphony of song from the birds gathered there to stop nattering. This was getting ridiculous, he reflected. He had no idea what he was talking about, and it wouldn't be long before Sarah couldn't fail to notice. If she hadn't already.<br><br>It had occurred to him at some point that what Mel had actually been saying was "invite her up to your room, fool". Even if he had realized what she meant at the time, he knew it would have been just too weird to make that offer to a girl he had just met. But maybe he had found a plausible segue here - from where they stood, the small patio outside his room was visible. As they had chatted, he had definitely warmed to the girl. And having had the chance to surreptitiously observe her luscious form from every angle as they paused to sniff flowers, he was surely eager to see more of her.<br><br>"You know, Sarah," he said as offhandedly as he could manage, "That's my room up there overlooking the grounds. It's got a great view. Care to stop up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 03:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kozakura was almost finished with her pineapple juice when her beeper went off. She opens the small purse and looks at it, before draining her glass and slipping off the stool. Smoothing down the green dress she wore, she heads to the lobby. <br><br>She moves up to the desk and smiles at Mel, glancing at the man there briefly. "Is this my client, hm?" She turns to Robert, smiling and offering her hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 04:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't help but stare at her exotic face and lovely figure thinking he may have hit the jackpot. He took the offered hand and smiled back "Yes Kozakura, I'm am your client this time. Can we move somewhere private to get to know each other better"... his last words are said in a lower volume so that only she can hear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 02:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks over his features as speaks, still smiling slightly, and nods just once. "Of course." She turns, slipping her arm into his to guide him away from the lobby, heading to her suite. <br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38192.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38192.0)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 16:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing clients and her coworkers filter in and out of the lobby, she finally saw an opening to go talk to Mel...and let her know she was ready and open for the day.&nbsp; Pushing herself out of the large chair she'd settled into, Audrey smoothed her cobalt blue sundress carefully, before heading toward the reception area.<br><br>An open smile on her face, she leaned on the reception desk, putting herself on display, grinning at Mel over her shoulder as she did.&nbsp; "It's busy this mornin'.&nbsp; Never seen it this busy...season must be picking up..."&nbsp; She shook her head, looking around the area, toward the bar and door.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 18:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel glanced up and smiled at Audrey "Definitely the busiest day of the year so far.&nbsp; Your not feeling left out are you, because your clients scheduled to arrive later on this afternoon."&nbsp; <br><br>It would be the first time they had a full house anyway.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 19:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Audrey grinned, shaking her head,&nbsp; "Let everyone else wake up early every morning...I'll stick with my afternoons and evenings...&nbsp; Anyone new on the list today, for me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 17:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Italian stud came walking down the stairs, only to toss a wink Mel's way, before he moved on through the lounge. <br>There was a towel slung over a shoulder, a black gym bag carried in a hand. He wore a pair of black flip-flops on his feet, and black Speedo swim briefs. <br><br>He passed by Mel's counter, leaning against it a little.<em> "Ciao, bella. I'm out by the pool for a bit."</em> He offered her a dashing, handsome smile before he trailed on, towards the doors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 18:20:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel looked up from the book she had hidden behind the reception desk, a girl had to entertain herself during the quiet spells "Ciao bello." she replied "Done with Mr Harkness already are you?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 18:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea paused by the door, to look over a shoulder, with a soft, sheepish smile dancing on his lush lips. <em>"I don't think so, bella." </em>He winked again with a blown kiss to the girl. <em>"If someone else wants me..tell them I'm not available right now."</em><br><br>And, afterwards, he continued his stroll out to the pool area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 21:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel frown at the sheepish smile on Andrea's face and watched him disappear out to the pool.&nbsp; <em>Uho!</em> He wasn't about to go and fall in love with a client was he?&nbsp; <br><br>That could cause problems as he would want to leave and all staff had iron clad twelve month contracts.&nbsp; The only way he could leave was if he paid the amount he would make entertaining clients within the period left in his contract.&nbsp; At the moment the only long term member of staff was Kyle and he'd only been here a couple of months.&nbsp; <br><br>She was going to have to keep an eye on Andrea and Mr Harkness, sighing she turned the CCTV camera onto the swimming area.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 14:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And after maybe an hour, the Italian stud walked back into the Lounge, again he winked towards Mel before he meandered back up the stairs, probably into his room.<br><br>And, another thirty minutes later, he came back down again.<br><br>Andrea was dressed in a blue-black, two piece tailored suit. It screamed Armani, no doubt. Beneath the unbuttoned blazer, a white, half open dress shirt, revealing a bit of tan, firm flesh beneath. Black, polished, Italian leather slippers on his feet. His hair was still in that stylish kind of mess. And he looked ready for an evening in town.<br><br>Again he smiled to Mel. <em>"I'm out for the evening. Mr. Harkness wishes my company out for dinner."</em> He winked to her again. <em>"You're looking fantastic, bella."</em> A dashing smile for her. <em>"If I wouldn't be gay..." </em>Andrea said to her, in a quite flirtatious tone, his blue eyes sparkling vividly.<br><br>And another dashing smile one for Jay, once he spotted him waiting in the Lounge already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 21:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1974600#msg1974600">Quote from: Nicholas on 17-06-2009, 14:49:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"If I wouldn't be gay..." </em>Andrea said to her, in a quite flirtatious tone, his blue eyes sparkling vividly.<br><br>And another dashing smile one for Jay, once he spotted him waiting in the Lounge already.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ah, but you are," said Jay as he approached. He slipped an arm around Andrea's waist and held him close as he addressed Mel.<br><br>"I think I'd like to book Mr. Cervano exclusively for the week. I want him to be all mine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 21:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Which makes you a very lucky man, Mr. Harkness."</em> Andrea said, with a broad, handsome smile, while he moved towards Jay, and he smiled again, when the older man slipped an arm around the Italian hotstuff.<br><br>He smiled to Mel, nodding softly to what Jay said to her.<em> "Mhm..looks like I'm booked for the rest of the week, bella."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 21:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, yeah bello and if there was no fraternising between staff rules." she responded to Andrea's teasing still wondering if she had made a mistake in her worries earlier.<br><br>The feeling returned when Mr Harkness appeared.&nbsp; Guests getting comfortable with members of staff and requesting their exclusivity wasn't unusual but the alarm bells were still going off in her head with these two.&nbsp; <br><br>"You wish Andrea's services twenty four hours for the next seven days?" she asked making sure Mr Harness knew that was going to cost him a pretty penny, since he was being charged by the hour.&nbsp; And the hourly rate was a three figure sum as she had handed him the details when he had checked in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know what it's going to cost, and I'm not concerned. What I care about is having the best possible time I can while I'm here, and Andrea strikes me as the best possible time I could have."<br><br>His tone is not unfriendly, but firm. This is a man used to getting what he wants, and it is quite clear that he wants Andrea to spend all of his time with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:04:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel glanced at both of them and then nodded.&nbsp; She would remove Andrea from the Client Requirement Book for the remainder of the week.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And -polite and well mannered like the Italian was- he remained silent during the business negotiations. He just winked to Mel after her teasing, but other than this, he remained silent, with the older man's arm still around his waist.<br>He glanced between Mel and Jay, not surprised by Jay's firm voice. By now, he already figured that Jay was a man who knew that he wanted. And how to get it.<br>And after Mel nodded, he blows her a kiss. <em>"Grazie, bella."</em> A smile for her before he turned to the older man. <em>"Are you ready to head out, Mr. Harkness? I am all yours."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Comporti</em>." Mel muttered to Andrea before she waved them out. <br><br>She could hear Mr Blum saying <em>kerching</em>, he did like it when clients paid the exclusivity rate during their stay, as it meant they were still paying even if they were doing their own thing without their entertainer.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed I am."<br><br>Jay, his arm still around Andrea's waist, walked out into the afternoon sunshine.<br><br>"So, which car's yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 22:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea offered Mel a wave, wiggling his slender fingers a bit before he was lead out by the older man, and he chuckled softly once the stepped out into the afternoon sun.<br><br><em>"This one, Signore"</em> <br><br>Andrea smirked, ever so softly, when he pointed out the deep red, polished Lamborghini parked near the patio. It was almost a given, that he would drive a fast, expensive..and most important..an Italian car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James entered the room and began to look around. He knew what he wanted. He knew why he was here. There had been a sort of brochure, an interesting chair that he had tracked down and followed to this place. It was almost destiny. His appointment had been made, now all he had to do was find Mel, so he could meet the woman in possession of the device.<br><br>As he scanned the room one woman seemed to be gettign more attention then anyone else. He decided it was best to approach her. Even if this wasn't Mel, she was probably the most likely person to point him into the right direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 11:09:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea and Mr Harkness had barely left when someone new entered the reception area.&nbsp; Mel put on her brightest client smile.&nbsp; "Good afternoon and welcome to the Place, I'm Mel your hostess how can I help you?"&nbsp; <br><br>She had a feeling this was Audrey's client but she waited for him to confirm it before she called Audrey, who was now enjoying a drink over the bar, over.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 18:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James gave a quick glance to the two that had just left the reception and offered a courteous smile to Mel. "Good Afternoon Mel. MY apologies if you were planning on having&nbsp; some time to yourself after your last meeting. My name is James, I believe we spoke already. If I recall correctly, our conversation was about a miss Audrey. Her room provided certain amenities was interested in exploring."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 19:03:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's quite alright." she assured him she didn't plan a break "And yes I remember our conversation about AUDREY's amenities." she said the woman's name loud enough for her to hear over at the bar so she would come over.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 22:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up, from the bartender's latest pictures of his children, Audrey turned toward Mel's station gracefully...her interest piqued at the sound of her name.&nbsp; winking at the bartender, she finished off her tonic water and stood, smoothing her dress over her torso carefully.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to look rumpled before a client, of course.<br><br>Quietly, she headed back toward the reception desk and stopped just short of it, resting her hand on the counter casually.&nbsp; "My, my...how time flies..." she teased lightly, looking sidewise at Mel.&nbsp; Letting her gaze wander to the gentleman at the counter--her client, possibly--she smiled at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"I hope you are enjoying your stay, sir..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 01:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The loud calling of Audrey's name almost made him think he had said it wrong, until he looked over his shoulder. His eyes took in the form of the girl that began walking toward him and Mel. He gave her a curteous smile and shrugged at her comment. "I've only just arrived, but yes. So far this has been an interesting trip."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 16:53:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke moved from the bar to the desk carrying his drink, he wondered had he been forgotten or had something else happened, as he didn't think he had been here for too long but he did realize he was now...the only one here...save the bartender at least.&nbsp; "Is everything alright?"&nbsp; He asked Mel looking her over thinking...nice but he might break her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quietly, Roberto (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.msg1896773#msg1896773) entered naked the living room crawling towards the ice machine with an ice buck in his mouth. His breath was fast and a noise coming from his groind could be heard - it was a vibrator attached to his erection.<br><br>Roberto filled the bucked with ice and went back to his room. He did not even looked at the gorgeous Mel and went back to his room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:55:40</strong>
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				"Everything is fine." Mel smiled at Luke, the words were barely out of her mouth when a naked Roberto crawled past them to the ice machine, filled up the ice bucket and crawled back towards his room.&nbsp; Mel couldn't help the burst of laughter, it looked like the little Japanese girl had put the Italian stallion in his place. <br><br>"Erm..." she cleared her throat and looked at Luke, Audrey and James, trying to put the professional look back on her face but...yeah there was no pretending what they had all witnessed hadn't happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:58:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'Wow....he wondered if which ever female that was that worked him out was available as he looked at Mel and couldn't help a chuckle of his own.&nbsp; He shook his head and smirked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 20:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio went to Mel to check in to make sure she didn't need him for anything else.&nbsp; "Hey goregous how you doing?"&nbsp; He said instantly recognizing Luke but kept his back to him not wanting to be found.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 19:09:26</strong>
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				Juliana was just coming back Mexico, she had freshly sun kissed skin, an bright smile, and glittering eyes. She wore wide dark olive linen pants and a low cut string sleeve cream top that brought out her beautiful brown eyes, tanned skin, and golden hair. She was smiling as she came to Mel. <br><br>"Hello, Señora Mel." Juliana greeted moving to hug the woman lightly, her heels added 7 inches to her five foot four inches height. She smiled the light brown of her shoes only bringing alluring attention to her delicate feet. She reached to the brown leather bag on her arm and pulled out an bracelet adorned with small turquoise circles and built with beautiful silver links (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXF7XplHvg8/SFJ1a8ibC9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/nG6BJ9sSRqs/s320/BL-148a3.jpg). She handed it to Mel. "Thought it was better then an gift of Tequila. So, do I have an appointment? Any interesting challenges on my list?" She asked smiling at Mel.<br><br><br><br><br>Juliana's Profile (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 22:53:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know if you have an appointment, but I know I would like to make a reservation."&nbsp; Antonio took her hand and kissed it.&nbsp; He knew she was off limits but he had a definite thing for beautiful women off limits or night.&nbsp; He looked over at Mel.&nbsp; 'The scenery here is off the chain.'&nbsp; He thought to himself thinking of the times when he would tease Mel and he really thought he wasn't really teasing at all.&nbsp; But only her words kept him at bay, cause if she ever changed her mind.&nbsp; He stayed where he was facing the two of them very intent on not turning around, to the point he even put on his sunglasses.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:21:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not bad, you back off the clock?" Mel asked Antonio just as Juliana arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to the woman and smiled warmly, hugging her back "Did you have a good holiday?"&nbsp; Her eyes widened when Juliana handed her the bracelet "Ooo pretty and look it goes with my dress, thank you." Mel beamed at her friend as she put the bracelet on "Although I'm sure you have some Tequila in your bag we can sample later."&nbsp; <br><br>At Antonio's request for a reservation with Juliana, Mel was tempted to swat at him and she might have if clients weren't in the area.&nbsp; He knew Juliana was a member of staff but then he did like flirting, she just wrinkled her nose at him then turned back to Juliana.&nbsp; &nbsp;She nodded at Luke then lowered her voice so only Juliana could hear her "We had a girl quit on us, he was meant to be her client.&nbsp; Would you mind?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:37:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Juliana smiled and ran her fingers against Antonio's cheek. "So sweet." She told him smiling. Then she returned to Mel. "Most defiantly, you have to catch me up on everything especially this girl." She turned slowly to the direction Mel indicated, she raised a brow her face lightening with an even wider smile. "Hmmm....he will be a challenge. It's no problem, we will have get together later then." She gave Mel another hug. "Thanks, dear. Véale más adelante." She waved buy to Mel and Antonio and began her slow walk to Luke. <br><br><br>She walked slow the click of her heels becoming more and more apparent to the ear as she approached then she came around to smile at Luke. "Such an impressive man, just sitting waiting? Oh cielos!" She treated and then she smiled. "I am Juliana, perhaps would you like some company? Or maybe just allow me to be your company and we can travel to somewhere more comfortable?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:46:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't let the charming words fool you I am bad."&nbsp; He teased looking her over as he watched her walk away seeing as he had Mel all to himself for a moment he went behind the desk and wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He kissed her neck, why did I never met a woman like you before coming here."&nbsp; He said nibbling her ear as he enjoyed her in his arms.<br><br><br><br>Luke looked up at the woman before him that would easily give Ororo and Wanda a run for their money in the looks department.&nbsp; "Dios Mio!"&nbsp; He couldn't help the words that came from his lips.&nbsp; The man of steel lookied at the woman thinking she was possibly for someone else till she spoke he stood and greeted her with a kiss of her hand.&nbsp; "I would welcome the chance to spend time with you."&nbsp; He said wondering what happened but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth he would see what she had to offer if need be then they would go from there.&nbsp; "I will follow where you lead."&nbsp; He said walking with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:58:59</strong>
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				She smiled at Luke and slowly raised her hand to run a finger across his lips. "I like a man who lets me lead." She smiled and then took his hands. She giggled softly, bringing the oak wall's hand to her hip, and then she smilled and waved good bye to Mel and Antonio. <br><br>She took him up the elevator and up the stairs to her own private room. <br><div align="center">The Place - Juliana Energía's study (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41841.0)</div><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 12:06:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel leaned back against Antonio and her head rolled slightly to the side as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.&nbsp; She only let herself enjoy the attention for a few seconds before she gently pried herself out of his arms and turned to grin at him "Because destiny decided you were needed here,"&nbsp; she ran fingers along his jaw in a teasing manner "to satisfy many women and not just me." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 13:36:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He really enjoyed this moment, more than even Mel knew.&nbsp; "I am needed here."&nbsp; He said caressing her cheek as he looked at her.&nbsp; "Well there is only one woman that needs satisfying at this moment.&nbsp; But I do thank you Mel.&nbsp; It is very enlightening to know you still have interests under that steely venere."&nbsp; He pulled her into a kiss.&nbsp; "I will not forget this Mel."&nbsp; He said with a tender kiss as he enjoyed the moment, but knew he had to let her go.<br><br>"Since we are denigned this moment.&nbsp; What am I to do now?"&nbsp; He asked stepping on his side of the counter again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 03:07:18</strong>
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				Kozakura moves downstairs, strappy sandals clicking on the floor as she walks. She wore a simple dress of white over her swimsuit, her hair pushed back with a set of silver combs that stood out against her dark hair. <br><br>"Good morning." She smiles to Mel and the man standing near her. "I just wanted to let you know I'm available again." She glances at Antonio for a moment, her eyes sparkling a little with amusement, before she nods to Mel and heads out to the pool. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 23:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio really didn't like the no working out the help rule.&nbsp; Especially when they looked like that!&nbsp; He glanced at Kozakura seeing she was enjoying the view and thought she looked good enough to eat....but he liked Mel too.&nbsp; Enough to not want to leave her or cause him or Kk to lose their jobs....but the view was still very nice.&nbsp; "Not available enough it seems."&nbsp; he said under his breath as he turned to look at Mel.&nbsp; "Not used to the place being so dry."&nbsp; He said teasing.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 08:31:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Alvaro drove up the lane between the high, whitewashed walls, it was evident to Country that there was no exit.&nbsp; At the end of the lane were big, black, iron gates but no indication of the "flash" resort that Alvaro had been spruiking.&nbsp; When Alvaro stopped the ute even Blind Freddy would have known that these gates were the destination.<br><br>(http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5612573,00.jpg)<br><br>Country sat there reflecting on his day with Alvaro.&nbsp; During his discussions with Anslem Manufacturing he had spent most of his time with Alvaro.&nbsp; During these times they had shared many tales.&nbsp; Much of what Country had to say was of his experience with opal mining, but when he told Alvaro about mustering and breaking in camels Alvaro had been quick to extend an invitation to spend a day at his property.&nbsp; Alvaro had a block of about 80 hectares where he bred and raised bulls for the fights.<br><br>Together they had spend the day being boys, on horse mustering the bulls, then running them into the yards, drenching and vaccinating them&nbsp; This was Country's first exposure to the Andalusian breed of horses, and he doubted that it would ever replace a Brumby for stock work.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping out of the ute, a fine cloud of dust filled the air, and he realized that his clothes and Akubra were covered in powdery dust.&nbsp; Alvaro picked the cases out of the tray and turning to Country began to laugh.<br><br><strong>Country!&nbsp; Amigo!&nbsp; You should see your face!</strong><br><br>Turning to the side mirror, Country could see what Alvaro was referring to.&nbsp; Between the dust raised by the beasts in the yard and the sweat generated pushing and chasing them, Country now had rivulets of dried mud embedded in every line in his face and neck.<br><br><strong>I'm not sure they will let me in looking like this.</strong><br><br><strong>Eh, Amigo.&nbsp; Don't you worry yourself about that!&nbsp; I've rung and made the arrangements for you.&nbsp; You will be welcome and you will have a fine time!&nbsp; TRUST ME!</strong><br><br>Alvaro walked over to shake hands.&nbsp; <em>Why were these Europeans always shaking hands?&nbsp; It seemed like every time you moved, they wanted to shake your hand.&nbsp; Well, at least they weren't Frogs.&nbsp; I had heard that Frogs wanted to kiss you, and not just once, but on both cheeks.</em><br><br><strong>Thanks for everything Alvaro.&nbsp; I'll be in touch to finalize delivery.</strong> I watched him pull a uiey and waved farewell as he sped off in his dusty old ute.&nbsp; There didn't seem to be anyone about, so picking up my portes, I approached the gates. <strong>Oi!&nbsp; Anyone about?</strong> When no-one replied I pressed the buzzer mounted alongside the gate.<br><br>While waiting for some sort of response I thought about where I'd been and how I came to be here.<br><br>I reckon I'd have to call myself an opal miner – least-ways, that's where I'd made some money.&nbsp; Country isn't my real name, but whenever I wandered into a pub and people asked me where I was from, I always replied “up country”.<br><br>I had spent much of my young life underground in the opal mines of Cooper Pedy and Andamooka where I was born.&nbsp; As a child I helped mum and dad work in the mines.&nbsp; When they died in an explosion, I took over their claims, opened new ones and continued a lonely existence living several metres under ground.&nbsp; Temperatures generally run at about 50C during the day, and cools off dramatically at night, so everyone lives underground to escape the heat and cold.<br><br>After the death of my parents, my only contact with the world had been the weekly visits from the postie, who brought in supplies in exchange for gems I had found.&nbsp; Occasionally there were visits with other noodlers and miners, but it was a pretty lonely existence.&nbsp; Eventually, my lack of skill or luck caused me to look elsewhere.&nbsp; While walking the back country, I met up with Affram.<br><br>Affram was a second or third generation descendant of one of the thousands of Arab camel drivers and their families who had come to Australia to carry supplies to the Northern Territories.&nbsp; When the telegraph line was built, and a rail line constructed these camel drivers were out of work and the camels were eventually released to wander.&nbsp; As a teenager, Affram had tried to make a go of things as a shearer, roustabout, a jackaroo and even Cook's assistant, but because he was a “wog” he was never accepted in the shearer's quarters.<br><br>Eventually he had begun to muster the wild camel and sell them to agents from Saudi Arabia, and the UAR.&nbsp; Together, Affram and I would scout an area, locate a mob of camel and then built yards.&nbsp; Once the yards were built we would draft the camels, break them in and sell them on.<br><br>When we were sinking a dam for one of our planned yards we uncovered some promising looking potch that I recognised as potential Opal bearing.&nbsp; The dam sinking took on a whole new direction, and eventually, we had a shaft leading four metres underground as it followed that potch.&nbsp; Branching out sideways, we had opened a large cavern and found some excellent specimens.&nbsp; &nbsp; Affram and I had done good, real good from this site, and had sold up all the best opals, including a real treasure.&nbsp; Affram was able to sell these gems through a Hong Kong dealer for just over $US20M.<br><br>When the money hit the bank, Affram was content to return to the claim and wait there while I arranged for some heavy equipment to be brought in that would allow us to explore at a much faster rate.<br><br>I took Affram’s advice and headed off to other mining countries to explore the equipment being used and manufactured.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eventually, this led me to Spain to meet with representatives of a company that had developed a reputation for building reliable equipment.&nbsp; While touring the company’s site, Alvaro had told me of a new resort called “The Place”.&nbsp; He had highly recommended this resort as a must visit location in Spain.&nbsp; A place that I would really enjoy.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 16:17:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel giggled at Antonio "Being dry isn't so bad, you get to keep me company instead of me sitting here twiddling my thumbs while your all busy!"&nbsp; <br><br>Just at that the buzzer on the entry gate went and Mel looked at the screen.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed as she zoomed the camera on the gate, they had no more scheduled arrivals today so this would be a walk in.&nbsp; However the guy standing at the gate didn't look like their usual calibre of clients.&nbsp; <br><br>She hesitated pushing the release button "Sweetie I might need you to flex those muscles for me." she said before pushing the button to open the gates.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 18:11:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well since you put it that way then here I am all for you."&nbsp; He said with a wink.&nbsp; He thought about her twiddling her thumbs and thought even that was sexy on her.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at the camera and almost instinctly went for his gun but realized he didn't have one.&nbsp; But he had other means of dispensing with those that would cause trouble.<br><br>"Anything for you sweets."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 07:04:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The gates suddenly swing open.&nbsp; Gathering my bags I step in and survey the surroundings.<br><br>A narrow, winding alley lined with stone garden gnomes leads from the street gate. Everything is overgrown with ivy or overhung with large shrubs.&nbsp; This path opens onto a lawn bordering a massive castle-like structure with steps leading into the ground floor.<br><br>Climbing these steps, I look about the flash foyer and spot a man and woman by a desk.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking over the bloke I’m amazed at his build.&nbsp; <em>Crikey!&nbsp; He looks as fit as a Malee bull.&nbsp; With muscles like that, he’d should be able to shift a tonne of shit quick!&nbsp; But it doesn’t look like he’s ever used them.&nbsp; Down the shaft he’d probably be as useless as an ashtray on a motorbike.&nbsp; &nbsp;He probably wouldn’t work in an iron lung.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now as for the Sheila …Well… she’s a bit lairy.&nbsp; Very easy on the eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looks like a good sort.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning back to the bloke I say “G’day cobber.&nbsp; I’m Country.&nbsp; My mate Alvaro rang earlier.”&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 08:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antonio stood there trying not to form a mallet out of his hands so he could knock the man back down the stairs he waited.&nbsp; "Yeah can we help you with something?"&nbsp; He asked taking this all in.&nbsp; He was suprised at his appearance.&nbsp; But money was the currency here, not looks.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 09:49:37</strong>
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				<em>Hmm? Bristly sort of character.&nbsp; His attitude doesn’t say much for the service here.&nbsp; Look at him – all puffed up.&nbsp; With his build and size you wouldn’t think he’d have small man syndrome.&nbsp; This display might just be a bit of froth and bubbles though.&nbsp; Once you got past all this posturing he’d be the sort of bloke with whom you’d enjoy sinking a couple of tinnies while swapping lies.&nbsp; Speaking of, I could sure go a cleansing ale now – I hope I can get my hands on a stubby of VB. </em><br><br>Walking towards him I stick out my hand.&nbsp; <em>Probably another European so I may as well start out like I know what I’m doing.</em>&nbsp; “Cheers!&nbsp; I reckon.&nbsp; Like I said, Alvaro rang ahead.&nbsp; He reckoned I’d enjoy a few days here; I was hoping to book a room.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 10:01:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel watched the interaction with detached curiosity, she almost giggled out loud as Antonio puffed up and indeed flexed his muscles, although scaring a potention client, albeit a dodgy looking one, away was not the way things were done around here.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr...Country" <em>What sort of name was that?</em>&nbsp; Alright not everyone gave their real names around here but still it was ... different "I'm afraid we have no reservation for you." She smiled politely.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nor do I know a Mr Alvaro."&nbsp; She added.&nbsp; Was this another set up?&nbsp; &nbsp;They had already had one of those today, the huge security box containing a multitude of weapons from one client was testimonial to that.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>As money was never discussed she couldn't very well ask Mr Country if he could afford a room so she pushed the rate form towards him discreetly.&nbsp; Would he assume the names of the entertainers were the name of rooms?&nbsp; "It's an hourly rate." she explained.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 21:56:14</strong>
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				(http://i624.photobucket.com/albums/tt323/moonshazel/01.jpg?t=1249242649)<br>Darla walked into the building holding an appointment card in her hand she was realy early. Her hair was loose. She looked around and saw how beautiful the lobby was and couldn't wait to see if she would be able to work here. Her mother was into provideing services for men in a place similar to this in America and had recomended her to come here. She saw a woman behind a reception desk busy with some work and then she saw a very handsome man and turned scarlet. He was attractive and she never seen any men that were in the same buisness as her mother. She sat down and waited unsure as to what to do now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 01:15:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg2096873#msg2096873">Quote from: SassyB on 02-08-2009, 10:01:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mr...Country"&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm afraid we have not reservation for you." <br>"Nor do I know a Mr Alvaro."&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's an hourly rate." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>I stop in surprise at the sound of her voice, my hand still extended in the direction of the bloke.&nbsp; Why was the sheila addressing me?&nbsp; I'd expected the manager to respond.&nbsp; As I turned to her my eyes stray over her curves that are so elegantly displayed under that outfit.<br><br>“G’day miss.&nbsp; I guess there’s been some sort of a mix up.&nbsp; I've just spent the day with Senor Alvaro Fajardo mustering cattle.&nbsp; He’s with the Anselme Manufacturing company here in Ibiza.&nbsp; He recommended that I visit this resort, and assured me that he had rung to make arrangements for me”.<br><br>What did she mean “it’s and hourly rate”?&nbsp; Glancing quickly at the sheet being pushed at me my eyes return to the thrust of her breasts.&nbsp; In that quick glance I note that the sheet is a list of names. Crikey, this is just like back in Oz, everyone names their house or property.&nbsp; Here, it seemed even the rooms have a name.&nbsp; Tearing my eyes away from her breasts I realize that she has just given me a quick once over, while trying hard not to be obtrusive.<br><br>The penny dropped.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; I was covered in dust and probably a bit of other stuff from the bulls, my face caked, looking for all the world like the world’s oldest swaggie.&nbsp; She’s probably concerned that I’ll do a runner. <br><br>“Er, Sorry Miss.&nbsp; I guess I look a bit of a sight.&nbsp; Must be some kind of a mix up with Alvaro.&nbsp; I thought he told me that he knew the boss here but perhaps something got lost in the translation.&nbsp; Anyhow, I would still like to spend a couple of days here if that’s all right". I shift one of the cases onto the desk and open it.<br><br>"Also, I’ll need a safe place to keep these".&nbsp; <br>(http://www.bobbys-jewelers.com/opal_jewelry2.jpg)<br><br><br>As someone comes in behind me, I turn to look. <em>Check that out!</em>.&nbsp; A bloke could be permanently in lust here!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 05:39:49</strong>
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				Darla watches closely and hoped that he didn't see her sitting in the corner. She was still new to this place and was unsure of the present company or who he was and he did he look somewhat of a mess. She couldn't help but watch the scene transpire before her though. She took it as a learning experince. Also she had her eyes on the two attractive people. To her they looked far better then she ever would. She allways thought that way even though her mother told her she was a beautiful girl that would go places she still did not believe it. She stood up and walks over to the reception desk so as to announce her arrival as well. "Umm exuse me. I am Darla Woster. I am early for my interview." She spoke in a soft tone and hoped to not be to much trouble for them at this moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 19:56:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel checked her computer screen, there were definitely no more reservations for today.&nbsp; She checked the following days on the off chance someone had got there dates mixed up but there was no reservation at all for Mr Country or Senor Alvaro Fajardo.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him curiously as he lifted one of the cases onto her counter, her eyes quickly diverted to Antonio nervously and then back at the case as Mr Country opened it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Oooo pretties.</em>&nbsp; Mel blinked at the jewels in the case, they would go perfectly with her outfit.&nbsp; She tore her eyes away from her weakness, she did like jewellery, and beamed at Mr Country.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he could afford all them then he could afford their hourly rate.&nbsp; <br><br>"We have safe deposit boxes for you to use, your treasures will be kept safe Mr Country."&nbsp; She handed him one of the metal boxes which he would keep the key to and the box would be locked in a secure room.&nbsp; "I am Mel, if you have any special requirements please just ask.&nbsp; I'll ask you to take a seat at the bar and have a complimentary drink on the house, I will get Kozakura to escort you to your room."&nbsp; She held out her hand to point him in the direction in the bar, her manner a little more warm than it had been moments ago.&nbsp; <br><br>She was mid page for Kozakura when a young woman stepped up to the desk and announced herself.&nbsp; Interview?&nbsp; Sheesh, if they didn't have gremlins in the system then someone was definitely testing her today, as she had no note of any interviews.&nbsp; Her eyes trailed over Darla and a thought popped into her head.&nbsp; "Antonio." she turned a sly grin on her face "Would you like to <em>'interview'</em> Ms Woster for me?" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 22:41:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darla nods her head as she waits for Antonio to come to interview her. "Umm thank you and sorry if there is an inconvience." She smiles softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 01:13:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch her eyes light up as she takes in the contents of the case.&nbsp; As she examines the gems on display her demeanour changes.&nbsp; I see her relax and when she flashes me a big smile the big bloke next to her exhales.&nbsp; <br><br>Something had just happened that changed the atmosphere here.&nbsp; Something that had to do with the gems in this case.&nbsp; They weren’t even the good ones, just bits of the opalite that he and Affram had dug up while fossicking about and then had the better ones made up into jewellery.<br><br>“Mel is it?&nbsp; Ta.&nbsp; Before I put them in the box perhaps you would like one?”<br><br>I head off to the bar, trailing dust with every step.&nbsp; I can’t help wondering about the woman who arrived just after me.&nbsp; They didn’t seem to be expecting her either and she mentioned an interview so she wasn’t looking to book in as a guest.&nbsp; She was done up in a pretty exotic dress if you were looking for work.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I sure hope I can get a schooner of cold VB. </em><br><br>Kozakura?&nbsp; Must be the porter.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 01:27:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kozakura had been reading by the side of the pool, considering hopping in for a swim, when her pager went off. "So soon?" She looks down at it, and then marks her page in the book, standing up. She wore a cobalt blue, halter bikini. It wasn't overly revealing, as that wasn't really her style. Unless the client wished it, anyway. She slips on her dress, tying it around her waist and picking up her bag. <br><br>Heading for the lobby again, taking her sunglasses off as soon as she entered, momentarily blinded by the change of light. She didn't see anyone unusual aside from a young woman, so she heads up to Mel to get information on who she would be serving. She gives a smile and nod to the other two, then looks at Mel. "Well, looks like I didn't get much rest this time." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 10:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While I stand at the bar waiting to be served I notice another woman enter the foyer; she pauses briefly as she removes her sunglasses and then strides purposefully towards the desk.&nbsp; I am immediately struck by her elegance, her beauty.&nbsp; I can't take my eyes from her. I am totally captivated by her.&nbsp; She's not showy, but quietly confident, classy.&nbsp; &nbsp; She makes the other women pale in comparison without flaunting her beauty.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 22:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excuse me?"&nbsp; He said looking at Mel, he shook his head.&nbsp; He wasn't one for interviews, he was told he might go too far that and he had been told to keep his hands off of the help....but she wasn't technically help yet.&nbsp; He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her since she walked in.&nbsp; It helped that this strange man was talking with Mel and he was keeping any eye on him, but moved around so he could look at Darla as well.&nbsp; 'Hmmm sounds like heaven and had a body to match too.'&nbsp; <br><br>"Umm sure...right this way Miss Darla is it?"&nbsp; He grabbed a clip board and escorted her to a private room, but not before mouthing silently to Mel.&nbsp; &lt;&lt;I owe you for this!!!&gt;&gt;&nbsp; He knew her penchant for jewelry and would get her a set of whatever she wished....later.<br><br>He looked at and was enjoying the view.&nbsp; It was an office with a desk and a daybed, it would be good enough for their needs.&nbsp; In truth this might be a long interview if he got lucky since he wasn't busy at the time.&nbsp; Until she was hired on then....he might have free access to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please have a seat."&nbsp; He said down at the cherry desk and looked at her as he started to write.&nbsp; "So Ms. Darla tell me about yourself and why you want to work here...please."&nbsp; He asked as if studying her trying to find weaknesses in her that might not make her a good fit for the place.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:06:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darla follows him in and takes a seat. "Well I grew up in a place similar to this in the states. My mother is the one that taught me what to do and refered me here." She smiles as she spoke. She played with her hair alittle. "I am willing to do most things but I do have my limits. I also make sure to be protected and get tested regularly though I have only been doing this for two years or so. I also turned twenty-two recently." She smiles at him and admires how he looks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listens, but catches himself looking at her hair.&nbsp; "What limits would those be?"&nbsp; He had to asking as they would need to be kept aware of as well incase other issues come up and they or he would have to bounce someone out of there.<br><br>He couldn't help not take his eyes off of her and he did enjoy her smile.<br><br>"How badly do you want to work here?&nbsp; I mean you have worked in a place like this before, your every wish would be catered to when you are not working and you get to live in a hacinenda on the beach.&nbsp; Why here?"&nbsp; He said wanting to see where her mind was and also wondering....as he licked his lips what he would do with her.&nbsp; Hmmm better not hire her too fast.&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; As he looked at her and wondered what she was thinking.&nbsp; He couldn't help what came next as he began to mentally probe her to find out what she was thinking.&nbsp; Made no sense not to be a telepath and not use it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:27:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I am ok working at a place like this." She smiles again. "I don't like anything that causes alot of pain, watersports/scat, and i don't like air games. I am into bondage and teasing." She couldn't help but think about how fun it might be to play some games with him. 'I bet he gets a lot female callers.' "I am also into threesomes and female with female." She smiles again as she thinks about him some more and how he had protectd the receptionist. "I would realy love to work here as it is such a beautiful place and even if I was hired on as a maid I wouldn't care as long I got to be here." She was hopeing that she could find something to do here because she had fallen in love will all of the scenery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come here!"&nbsp; He said it was verging on command.&nbsp; "What would you say if I give you a job depending on your.....skills.&nbsp; You show me what you can do and I put it on my recommendation.&nbsp; How is that?"&nbsp; He said really willing to do about anything to sample her wares, in truth she was lovely and he was wondering how far he could go with her, she didn't mind pain, just not a lot of it.&nbsp; He could do that, teasing...and tying her up!&nbsp; Not a problem either.&nbsp; He might see about being with her a bit more often.&nbsp; <br><br>'A maid?&nbsp; Hmmm maybe he could try that...she wouldn't be on staff yet.&nbsp; Then he could have access to her regularly....hmmmmm that might be an idea!'&nbsp; He thought to himself, smirking as he listened to her thinking he had a lot of callers.&nbsp; Not as many as he would like, but he would take her as a client anytime.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:44:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stood up she started to walk towards him. "I am fine with that." She smiles as she takes off her dress off from the back, then her boots, and then her stockings. All she was wearing was black lace panties with a matching bra and she was a breaths away from his face. "Shall we." She winked at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her stand admiring the view as he looked over her.&nbsp; He had on a pair of sandles, pants and underware and just a pull over shirt.&nbsp; But he looked at he smiling as he looks at her, taking all of her in.&nbsp; "Yes lets!&nbsp; &nbsp;Turn around!"&nbsp; He demanded realizing he had her completely at his will since if she didn't do well she wouldn't be joining them so he now had her completely under his power as he smacked her rear.&nbsp; He was amazed at how firm she felt.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wow....every thing seems very nice."&nbsp; He said as he moved to stand up behind her as his thick now moved against her rear, through his pants, his hands moved down between her legs, slowly strumming her labia through the lovely lace panties.&nbsp; "I want you completely to be mine!"&nbsp; He breathed.&nbsp; "My every command will be yours to obey are we clear!"&nbsp; He wondered briefly how far he would go with her....right now she was his.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mel points toward the bar, and she smiles, thanking her and heading towards it, slipping her book and sunglasses into her bag, with her unused beach towel. <br><br>Walking into the bar, she only saw one man alone, who happened to be an older gentleman who was...well, filthy. For a moment she was taken aback, but then she smiles a bit to herself. Well, it would be more of a challenge than she'd had for awhile, but she enjoyed those. Walking up to where he was sitting, she smiles. "Hello, Country, is it? I'm Kozakura." She didn't offer his hand, but if he did so she would give him a firm handshake. "Would you like me to show you to your room now? It seems you've had a long trip." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She would do anything that he asked her. Her fate was in his hands now. She faced him and placed her hands on his face and kissed him softly sliding her tounge against his lips. She pulls away from him. "Your wish is my command my lord." She took her fingers and traced them down his chest all the way to his pants to his penis then back up to his face for another kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:27:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her hungrily as his fingers slipped into her pants.&nbsp; He looked at her.&nbsp; He loved the sound of 'my lord.'&nbsp; On her lips.&nbsp; "Take off the bra."&nbsp; he said lonely to feel her lips on him again.&nbsp; "I sit on my lap and finger yourself, with my hand!"&nbsp; He said wondering what she would do.<br><br>He wanted to work her and he wanted to feel her panties against his hand.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took off her bra and sat him down slowly with her foot. She then sat on him her face towards his and wrapped her legs around his body. She leans back and takes his masculine hand into hers and uses his fingers inside her and massages her lips and penetrated inside herself and moans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Show me what you are all about.&nbsp; What would you do to ride me?&nbsp; What would you do to have me take you till dawn and make you mine and satisfy the need in you, that you have been craving?"&nbsp; He was hungry for her and watched her as he felt her wetness over his large digit as he focused it to make it a bit thinker.<br>&nbsp;<br>He moved his other hand to feel over her breast massaging the large orb, his finger pinching her nipple and rolling it tightly as he bent down to lick over it tenderly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him and moans some more, she takes his hands from her. She then takes her hand and pulls off his pants and underwear. She leans down looking at his erect cock and softly blows on it then takes her tounge and slides up and down and all around it. She then envelops it with her mouth going up and down very slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her and frowned, but didn't stop her this time.&nbsp; "You wish to move? Do you know what to do with that?&nbsp; Suck on it....as if your very life depended on it."&nbsp; He said caressing her cheek as he looked down at her wanting to feed her his thick, but she wasn't nearby ready for any of his tricks just yet.&nbsp; He looked at her trying to gleen from her mind what more she wanted, he knew what more he wanted to do to her.&nbsp; He gripped her hair hard and just let her take him as she wished.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Treena</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was wanting to get him warmed up a bit then she would take him into her body. She wanted him more then anything. She also liked how forceful he was with her. She bit down on him a bit just to let him notice her there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a brief word at the desk this beautiful woman turns and walks confidently up to me.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg2105203#msg2105203">Quote from: ObsidianRae on 05-08-2009, 02:16:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello, Country, is it? I'm Kozakura." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>They must think this is bush day.&nbsp; This glowing image is Kozakura?&nbsp; &nbsp;She works here?<br>Impulsively I stick out my hand.&nbsp; “G’day.”&nbsp; Then realizing how much dirt I've accumulated I hastily withdraw it.&nbsp; "Er, sorry bout that.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to muss you".<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg2105203#msg2105203">Quote from: ObsidianRae on 05-08-2009, 02:16:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Would you like me to show you to your room now? It seems you've had a long trip." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>"In truth I'm so parched I could strike a match on my tongue.&nbsp; But, on the other hand, I'm so dirty I reckon I could plant spuds in my ears.&nbsp; I'm torn between that cold VB and the need for a shower and a change of clobber".&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I guess your first impression might be that I've come a fair ways, mostly trailing along in someone Else's dust.&nbsp; But in truth, this extra layer I'm wearing didn't come about because of travel.&nbsp; I was helping a local bloke muster his bulls today, and they stirred up a fair bit of dust in the yards.&nbsp; It would be good to sluice some of it off so I'm not leaving a trail everywhere I go.&nbsp; I reckon the poor old char lady is going to be slightly miffed at me.&nbsp; She'll probably need a becs and a lie down after seeing to the mess I've left”. <br><br>Happily I prattle on, all the while my senses overwhelmed with this beautiful woman.&nbsp; Her honey toned skin glows like it has been oiled and her perfume hints of an exotic spice.<br><br>“Look, I won't hold you up.&nbsp; If you could show me to my room now that'd be grand.&nbsp; Once I've got some clean clobber I can always make my way back here for that schooner.&nbsp; That's of course if they stock it.&nbsp; Does management permit you to join me”?<br><br><em>You never know your luck do you?&nbsp; Can't kill a man for dreaming or trying.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started to shake his hand, and then he pulls it back quickly, and she laughs softly. "No worries, it will wash off, I'm sure." She smiles at him as he continues, listening intently. She hadn't heard much of his dialect before, and the way he phrased some things made her smile, and almost laugh, though simply at the terms he used. <br><br>When he asks if she'd join him for a drink, she says, "Well, I would think they'd let me, yes." with a bit of a twinkle in her dark eyes. It seemed he had been sent here without realizing what she was. For a moment she debates if she should tell him or not, and then finally speaks up. "Since I've been assigned to keep you company, that is." Her smile was gentle, and she motions to the bar tender, getting him a glass of that VB he mentioned. Perhaps the tender had been stalling due to Country's dirty appearance, but if he was here, he was a customer, she'd have to scold him later for not serving him more quickly. <br><br>"Here, you can drink it on the way if you'd like." She hands him the glass with another smile, and then would show him toward the elevator. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>country</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 07:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm totally captivated by this woman, the quick flashes of expression and emotion that flit across her face.&nbsp; The way her eyes dance and sparkle when it seems something has amused her.&nbsp; The smiles that light up her face, but then too there had been that quick flash of irritation directed towards the barkeep.&nbsp; <br><br>Skulling the beer I turn to follow her as she heads towards the lifts.&nbsp; <em>That one didn't even touch the sides.&nbsp; I'm impressed they even stock it.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Now what could she have meant ‘Since I've been assigned to keep you company’?<br><br>Why would the resort be assigning staff as company?&nbsp; The way she had said it she might have been saying 'It'll be a business to do pleasure with you'.&nbsp; But then, that old bugger Alvaro had always had a bit of leer on his face whenever he mentioned The Place.&nbsp; What had been his final comment ‘You will enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Trust me!’.&nbsp; And, Mel at the desk had mentioned 'hourly rates'.<br><br>It's beginning to appear that I might have come down in the last shower as far as this place is concerned.<br><br>&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 13:37:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"MMmmm more.&nbsp; That's it I believe you might be good enough to work here....but I am not convinced yet....maybe you need some more practice."&nbsp; He said feeling her lips upon him and she felt very good.<br><br><br><br>Continued in:<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=43724.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=43724.0)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ObsidianRae</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 19:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kozakura was mildly amused with the confusion Country was suffering from for the moment, but he seemed a quick mind, she thinks he'll get it soon enough. She presses a button for the third floor, and waits, glancing at him as he drinks. "Cold enough?" She asks with a slight cant of her head. "Personally, I've never drank much beer or ale, so I'll have to take your word for how good it is." She smiles and steps off the elevator with him as it stops. <br><br>Leading him a short ways down the hallway, she opens the door with a keycard, stepping in and holding the door open for him. She watches his expressions carefully, trying to gauge his reaction to the room. It was luxurious, but not gaudy, meant more for extreme comfort than show. There was a small foyer, a living room area, a kitchen nook, and of course bedroom and bathroom which he would see soon enough. It was very similar to her room, but she wasn't sure where they'd be spending most of their time. <br><br>((continued in http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38192.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38192.0) ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 21:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing Mel watch as Antonio and Darla and Kozakura and Country went their respective ways and closed up for the night.&nbsp; She had her pager on her if she was needed during the night.&nbsp; She headed off to her room in a little cottage in the grounds of the villa, one of the perks of the job.&nbsp; <br><br>The following morning Mel arrived bight and early for work, another &nbsp;dress &nbsp;(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/dress7-1.jpg) in her favourite colour and raring to go.&nbsp; She wondered what wonderful people would be entering the place today.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonycraig0555</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:09:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/dracour/cellosdavid-1-2.jpg)</div><br>Tony is a 35 year old, 6'2" 225lbs and a self made millionaire.&nbsp; He is a whiz in the business world and known for his cut throat take what he wants attitude.&nbsp; Always ready to flash a smile, behind his smile is someone who craves control.&nbsp; He is somewhat cocky yet charming to the right lady, he loves to be spoiled and served.&nbsp; With money being no object he expects nothing but the finest service.&nbsp; Going to The Place because he heard the service is second to none.<br><br>Walking into the amazing almost fortress like place he smiled content with his own choice.&nbsp; Looking over at the reception area he spots Mel.&nbsp; Giving her a glance over loving the view he slowly walks in wearing his traditional dark Grey business suite.&nbsp; "Hello Beautiful, I hope I've come to the right place.&nbsp; I am told I can expect a time I won't soon forget in here."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:28:53</strong>
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				Mel looked up and smiled in welcome to the first client of the day.&nbsp; "Morning, and I'm sure all your wildest dreams will come true during your stay.&nbsp; I'm Mel your hostess, any special requirements please do not hesitate in asking for them."&nbsp; She slid the &nbsp;Client Requirement (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37332.0) book towards him which she had just updated with stickers indication the availability of the staff but he wouldn't have much of a selection as everyone but Braylyn was otherwise occupied.&nbsp; At least it gave him the opportunity to admire the others if they become available and he wanted to try something different.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonycraig0555</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:34:38</strong>
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				Looking over the book he grinned looking up at Mel.&nbsp; "It's a shame your not on the menu, I'm sure you'd be as excellent a choice as any."&nbsp; Flipping through the pages "I'm impressed, you do have quite a selection.&nbsp; However I must admit this one has me intrigued the most."&nbsp; Pointing at Braylyn with a sinister smile.&nbsp; "I believe I've found my selection."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SassyB</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 22:57:58</strong>
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				She was use to comments from clients about wanting some alone time with her, it was similar to the comments she got from members of staff.&nbsp; She just smiled at him "Good choice, if you would like to take a seat over at the bar, have a complimentary drink I will get Braylyn for you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonycraig0555</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 23:01:44</strong>
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				Nodding at her with a smile as he made his way to the bar.&nbsp; Admiring the selection of high quality drinks and looking around the lobby enjoying the atmosphere.&nbsp; Ordering a glass of Patron with pineapple he sat sipping his drink waiting for his new toy to arrive.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 18:27:43</strong>
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				Bray was sitting by the water, working on her tan when she heard Mel's sharp voice saying she had a costumer, "OK, I'll e there in a minute" she replied and pulled up the strings of her too small, red bikini and quickly tied them around her neck. She stood and walked into the lobby and look at the man who wanted her time. "Why hello there" she nodded to him and smiled slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonycraig0555</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 02:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg2110410#msg2110410">Quote from: SamiSin on 06-08-2009, 18:27:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bray was sitting by the water, working on her tan when she heard Mel's sharp voice saying she had a costumer, "OK, I'll e there in a minute" she replied and pulled up the strings of her too small, red bikini and quickly tied them around her neck. She stood and walked into the lobby and look at the man who wanted her time. "Why hello there" she nodded to him and smiled slightly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Smiling as the tall curvy blond approached him.&nbsp; Looking her over in delight as his eyes feasted over every inch of her.&nbsp; Holding out his hand taking hers as he helped her sit next to him at the bar.&nbsp; "Hello..I must say your photo does you little justice."&nbsp; Looking her up and down "Yes you will do quite nicely."&nbsp; Sipping his drink as he licked his lips as if looking at his next meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 19:25:29</strong>
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				She looked at him with seduction in her eyes and smiled slightly. "What a smooth tlaker you are" she complimented him and palced her had on his arm. "Good" she answered him and ran her hand up his arm. "You wanna take this to my room?" she asked after a second
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonycraig0555</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:30:28</strong>
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				Smiling as he looked her over.&nbsp; His arm wrapping around her and pulling her curvy body against his own as they stood.&nbsp; "Now that sounds like a good idea.&nbsp; Lead the way."&nbsp; Wasting no time enjoying his new playmate, he slid his hand down her back and cupped her round ass.&nbsp; Inhaling her sweet scent as they walked towards the rooms.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Place in Ibiza (Open to anyone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:24:43</strong>
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				She walked towards the stairs and Up to her private room, the one she got once another one of the girls had moved out. SHe pushed him in front of her as the entered the room and smiled. "Welcome"<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38794.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38794.0)<br>
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