Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers
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				Title: <strong>Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 20:37:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;General Commons area ....is available for the employees ...giving them a place to play cards , socialize amongst themselves and even enjoy a meal . The warm fireplace keeps the open stone laid area nice and toasty though a little plainer than the rest of the facility it does serve its purpose . <br><br>&nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/generalcommons.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/general2.jpg)<br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; Simple Bedchambers available for all employees ....basically a small cubicle to sleep in and call their own . <br><br>&nbsp;The West wing section :&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room A1 -&nbsp; <strong>Jenna Malone</strong>-Serving Girl/Dancer<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room A2 - <strong>Xias Donovan </strong>- bartender <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room A3 - <strong>Henry Alfred Kissinger (II)</strong>- Piano Man<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room A4 - <strong>Epoch "EJ" Johnson</strong> - bartender<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room A5 - <strong>Isis Ahora</strong>- Dancer/Waitress-<br><br>The East Wing section : <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room B1 - <strong>Victor Orestes</strong> - Security Guard<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room B2 -<strong> Beatrice MacNally </strong>- secretary/personal attendant <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room B3 - <strong>Maximillian Guntherstadt</strong> - General Maintenance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room B4 - <strong>Bella </strong>- Maid <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Room B5 - <strong>Candy LeBon</strong>-Singer and Pianist<br><br>(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/bunkroom.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:44:41</strong>
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				Epoch "EJ" Johnson - Coming from his bedchamber - Getting ready for work<br><br>EJ strolled across the open room with a book under his arm and sat down at the table by the fireplace.&nbsp; It was always his custom to begin with a little solitude.&nbsp; It helped him clear his head and re-group to prepare for the shift ahead.&nbsp; It also gave him time to reflect on his time spent at the Pleasure Dome.<br><br>Tonight for some reason he sat thinking of his first night at the Dome and how grateful he was that Lee Chang took him in.&nbsp; He often wonders what would have happened if he didn't step in to save his redheaded crush.&nbsp; Actually, if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be here.&nbsp; He's kept his distance from her out of respect for Lee Chang.&nbsp; In the past that would have been an open invitation for flirting and living on the edge of danger.&nbsp; But out here, on the edge of nowhere, each friend is a valuable commodity.&nbsp; You don't bite the hand that feeds you, especially if that hand can turn around and feed you to someone or something else.&nbsp; Things and people have a tendency to disappear out here.<br><br>He's always happy when she comes to the bar to talk when she isn't busy with the guests, to the point that he gets an instant hard-on at the smell of jasmine.&nbsp; Sometimes he even smells it when she's not around.&nbsp; She's gotten him out of a couple of close calls too.&nbsp; As much as he wants to maintain the relationship as it is he can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different.&nbsp; For now it's innocent (and sometimes not so innocent) flirting.&nbsp; He likes his job and he likes staying on Lee Chang's good side.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, he sits, quietly, staring at the dancing flames in the fireplace, his hand lying on the closed book.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xias</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 23:29:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Xias Donovan - In his chambers - Getting ready for work and heading towards the Playground Area</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/SPAvatar-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The time was now around 5 o'clock in the evening - time to get ready for work.&nbsp; Donovan, as he prefers to be called, had a feeling that tonight would be full of many interesting newcomers to the Pleasure Dome.&nbsp; Tom has surely "greeted" every one of them already.&nbsp; He imagined a long stream of people out in the desert trickling into the Dome: all of them flying, walking, and being brought in by machine or animal.&nbsp; Somehow Master Chang found ways to create more room; else the place would be packed wall-to-wall by now.<br><br>The room he occupied was small; but had all the necessities that he needed.&nbsp; The only downside was that it often grew cold once the sun went down.&nbsp; Fortunately the common area for the employees had a large fireplace, which he often sat by at night after a long work shift.&nbsp; Donovan sighed as he thought about relaxing again later tonight.&nbsp; For now though, he still had a several hour long shift ahead of him.&nbsp; He rose from his bed, combed back his hair with his hand, and then stretched before heading over to his closet to get his outfit.<br><br>Though quite old and slightly rotted, the closet door glided open without so much as a fuss.&nbsp; Inside was maybe only two or three outfits, however, whenever he worked he had only one outfit (http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/steampunk-1.jpg) he would wear.&nbsp; It was very plain and simple, but that's what made it so sophisticated and fitted for his type of work.&nbsp; To complete the outfit he also chose to wore tight, black leather gloves and a mask (http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/spmask-1.jpg) to maintain his anonymity.&nbsp; The final touch Donovan added was a delicate cologne that brought out his own pheromones.<br><br>Now ready, he opened the door to his chamber, glided through the employee common area and headed towards the "Playground Area".&nbsp; When Donovan walked, he appeared very confident and gentlemanly.&nbsp; His left hand grasped to the left flap of his jacket and his posture was straight.&nbsp; On the other hand, some perceive him an ominous being as his forehead tilted slightly forward, as if he was up to no good and generally unpleasant.&nbsp; Frankly, the mask, the black suit and gloves did not help him.&nbsp; If no knew better, they would possibly assume that he was not human.&nbsp; Either that or enslaved.&nbsp; The only amount of skin that anyone could ever see of his was if his shirt sleeve shifted above his gloves; or if he happened to turn his head so much that a bit of his neck was exposed between the mask and shirt collar.&nbsp; What about when he wasn't working?&nbsp; Well, even then, he often wore the mask to hide his identity.&nbsp; There have only been a handful of times that he went out without it.&nbsp; When he did though, no one knew that he was one of the bartenders and treated him as if he were new to the Pleasure Dome.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 07:28:41</strong>
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				Epoch Johnson -- General Commons Area -- Employee Chambers<br><br>EJ watched as Donovan walked silently through the general common area on his way to the Playground Area.&nbsp; The mask and gloves completed the mysterious look.&nbsp; He would be the first bartender of the evening.&nbsp; EJ usually waited until the bar area became more crowded so there wouldn't be a bartender just standing around.&nbsp; As they were both more silent types than the type to talk one's ear off, the two rarely spoke to one another.&nbsp; Kind of a shame since they both had a similar background and both owed a debt to Lee Chang.&nbsp; He tucked his book under his arm and headed back to his room to finish getting ready for the evening.
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				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 06:50:56</strong>
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				<strong>Epoch Johnson - Employee Chambers</strong><br><br>EJ returned to his bed chamber and began to put on the items he had assembled on his bed.&nbsp; He slips his legs into a pair of neatly pressed black pants.&nbsp; Sitting on the bed he puts on his black socks.&nbsp; Rising again he grabs his neatly pressed black shirt from the bed.&nbsp; Before putting it on, he catches his reflection in the mirror. His finely chiseled body admires him as he flexes for himself.&nbsp; Reluctantly, he puts the shirt on, buttons the large buttons, swings a tie around his neck and finishes off his Half Windsor.&nbsp; Finishing off his black ensemble, he puts on his well shined but well worn black boots and belt.&nbsp; He takes in one last look of himself in the mirror, straightens his tie then heads to the Playground Area &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3965104#msg3965104) where, not doubt, there's something going on.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 21:23:42</strong>
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				<strong>Candy LeBon</strong> - Employee Chambers, like the rest, getting ready for her night of earning her living.<br><br>Candy yawned and stretched and slid off her bed. Much as she loved her job here, she did find it exhausting. Especially as there was that <em>one</em> tune that contained <em>every single one</em> of the <em>special</em> chords. The damn musicians would play it over and over again, and leave her a twitching wreck on the floor if she wasn't careful. She generally avoided this with bribes and threats, and the occasional broken instrument.<br><br>She dressed quickly in a random selection of clothing, and headed for the commons to get some coffee. She didn't take much care of her appearance, because it wasn't her appearance she was paid for!<br><br>In the commons, she spotted EJ's retreating back as he headed for the playground. She shrugged. It would have been nice to chat to someone over her coffee. Never mind. Maybe someone else would turn up. She poured herself a cup, added milk and sat in a comfortable chair near the fire. Breakfast at five in the evening always struck her as being odd, but then she liked being nocturnal.<br><br>Candy sipped slowly, savouring the strength and warmth of the liquid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 02:42:19</strong>
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				<strong>Hector Cobblepot, Commons, sorting himself out perhaps</strong><br>(http://blogs.nyu.edu/projects/materialworld/Fig1SteampunkFashion.jpg)<br>Hector had finally pulled himself away from his latest piece, need a bit of a refresher before continuing on with it. Wearing a long apron of leather to protect his clothing, he glanced down at the layers of paint smears that now covered it. Shrugging to him self, smirked. “Mmm would you look at this Blake? Certain a mess we have here but very much worth it for the deliciousness of this new piece. I can see that coming here was a good plan, don’t you think so Demetri?”<br><br>There were no answers today but that was okay. He didn’t need their responses to know that he had done a good job with this new piece. It was a delightful piece containing a couple in bed in the middle of their lovemaking (http://www.eroti-cart.com/index.php?main_page=popup_image&amp;pID=397) and he felt he had done quite a good job of adding the right details to make the eyes draw towards the best places. “Hmm still needs something but alas I can not think of it. You two can pipe in any time now as you always seem to have all the answers.”<br><br>Hector twitched for a second, his voice need deeper, the persona of Demetri arising. “Hector why must you bother me so, I was thinking. I swear if you painted as much as you talked we would be rich by now. Now shut up!”<br><br>Hector blinked and frowned. “Well same to you Demetri, I don’t need your damn help anyways.”<br><br>Shaking his head, he muttered several more choice words as he patted his apron and headed for the door. It was surprising to find someone in the commons as he always seemed to show up when it was empty. “Oh hello there. Umm…” He snapped his fingers several times before pointing at her. “Candy… Candy? Right? Pretty sure it was Candy. It is Candy isn’t it Blake? Demetri? Oh to hell with you two.”<br><br>He offered a nod and moved over towards the counter that held the sacred coffee pot, or so he thought anyways. Glancing back at her as he moved, he considered her form. She would make a wonderful subject for his next piece but he was ever so bad at convincing people to be is subject. They usually laughed when he explained that it was not a portrait he was going for but something more erotic. “So… ummm… off to work?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:05:57</strong>
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				<strong>Candy LeBon In the Commons, drinking coffee.</strong><br><br>Candy looked up as the schizophrenic painter entered. <strong>"Evening,"</strong> she greeted him, <strong>"And how are the three of you today?"</strong> She smiled lightly and sipped her frothing cappuccino, leaving a moustache of milk foam across her upper lip. <strong>"Yes, but I don't think they're quite ready for me yet, though so I'm taking a few minutes for breakfast!"</strong> She raised the cup in a mock toast. <br><br>She saw his eyes travelling over her figure and rolled her eyes. She was used to men mentally undressing her, but with hector it was different. Hector had tried before to persuade her to pose for him, and each time she had respectfully declined. She half expected him to try and ask her again.<br><br>She sipped her coffee again. It was too hot to bolt down, and she really didn't want to leave it, she wanted to be awake for her performance this evening, and the caffeine would help counteract the more than fragrant air in other parts of the Dome.<br><br>She decided to pre-empt his request. <strong>"Sorry I never seem to have time to pose for you, Hector. But then, you probably wouldn't find me that interesting a subject"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:24:17</strong>
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				<strong>Hector Cobblepot, Commons, Sorting self out with coffee and discussion</strong><br><br>The coffee was hot on his tongue but that was how he liked it. To hell with taste buds and feeling in ones tongue. The scalding black liquid was the only thing that seemed to keep him going, like the black coal of the steam engines. Sometimes he felt like a damn steam engine, always trying to get things done and never taking time off. “Wouldn’t that be a fascinating experience, all the power within you but how the hell would you disperse the steam? Certainly not in any public manner I do suppose or at least not in ways that would be fondly looked upon by others.”<br><br>“Hey crack pot, that lady is talking to us, would you stop day dreaming.” Demetri had shown up again and verbally smacked poor Hector across the cranium, rattling his thoughts so much he practically grabbed his head.<br><br>“Oh right, Candy. Umm three?” Hector turned about for a moment. “I see only the two of us. Who do you speak of?”<br><br>“Us, crack pot Cobblepot. Would you pay attention?” Demetri delivered another brain rattling tongue lashing.<br><br>Hector snapped his fingers, grasping at straws once more as he tried his hardest to figure out what was going at the moment. “Ah yes, Candy. You turning me down again? Alas once again I am foiled in an attempt to create another masterpiece. Why do you not want to be my muse… I mean my subject? Why I would paint you in the most intriguingly erotic of poses and then get old Tom to let me put it up in the Playground. Then all the guests would know your lovely form.”<br><br>“It would seem Hector that she is not interested in what you are offering as you have offered the same thing three times now. Seek muses else where for clearly this one is beyond your reach.” Blake’s smooth, measured tone slipped from Hector’s lips and his eyes took on a distant light for a moment before he blinked.<br><br>“Blake, there the hell have you been? Nevermind that, can’t you see I am busy conversing with Sandy… Tammy… oh no, wait a minute… Candy, there it is.” He snapped his fingers and smacked the side of his head. “Better. Did you mention breakfast? Why it is half past sun beam or something of that matter, either way it’s late, why eat breakfast now? Or is there some new protocol that I have failed to notice?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 20:02:12</strong>
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				<strong>Candy LeBon In the Commons, chatting to Hector and his alter egos.</strong><br><br>Candy giggled as Hector chatted amongst himself occasionally addressing a remark at or to her. She always found it amusing the way his personalities interacted with each other. Just to stir things up a bit, she addressed the other two, <strong>"Hi Demetri, Hi Blake. How are you guys today?"</strong><br><br>She shrugged as Hector again realised he had been turned down before he'd even asked this time! <strong>"Sorry..." </strong>Then she grinned at his question. <strong>"Honey, technically, breakfast is the meal with which you break your fast. As I've been asleep for the last eight hours, this is my breakfast!"</strong><br><br>She finishes her coffee and goes back for a second cup and a pastry. <strong>"It's amazing how I never see anyone put these out, and yet they're always fresh and slightly warm..."</strong> She chuckles.
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 01:55:31</strong>
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				<strong>Hector Cobblepot, in the commons and conversing with all present</strong><br><br>Hector paused and regarded Candy as if he was just now seeing her for the first time in the room. His right hand slowly rose to his glasses, adjusting them upon the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Demetri? Blake? I beg your pardon?”<br><br>“You know, I am surprised you have done as well as you have crackpot. You can’t even remember the own voices in your damn head.” Demetri took control, shaking Hector’s head slight in disappoint before Hector blinked back to himself.<br><br>“Oh, you two. Why on earth would anyone want to speak with you two? All you do is drive me batty and interrupt my work.” Hector’s face scrunched up and he seemed to be attempting to glare at himself though he only managed to screw up his face in a ridiculous fashion that would make many think he had just taken a big bite out of a sour something. <br><br>“Good heavens, it’s a wonder we stick around at all. You always disown us. And hello to you miss Candy.” Blake’s smooth, measured voice escaped Hector’s lips and he caused the wobbling body of Hector to bow slightly at the waist, resulting in the spilling of his coffee.<br><br>The searing liquid on his legs seemed to draw Hector to the forefront and he danced around. “Damnation that is hot. Curse the both of you for spilling my coffee. Now I need another damn cup. Oh and those pastries are always warm thought I haven’t the foggiest why that would be so. Perhaps an air of caution would be wise when ingesting them.”<br><br>“Would you not freak the poor woman out? They are merely freshly made each morning. There is nothing wrong with them.” Blake’s smooth voice slipped forth, turning Hector in the gentleman for a few seconds before Hector shook his head and sent him packing. <br><br>“You know, it’s not as easy as it looks dealing with those two. So umm that’s a now to posing for me right? Could you recommend someone perhaps? I am in need of subject and muse for my next piece.” Hector glances at Candy, adjusting his glasses once more as he studied Candy’s fine figure and shook his head in disappointment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 02:37:50</strong>
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				<strong>Candy LeBon In the Commons, chatting to Hector, then moving to the Playground</strong><br><br>Candy sighed softly at Hector's repeated vain attempts to get her to pose. <strong>"Actually, I'm afraid I don't know anyone who would pose for you that you haven't already painted. Perhaps you should try asking amongst the guests?"</strong> She finished her second cup and the pastry and rose to leave. "Tell you what, Hector, I'll make you a deal. If you can find some wonderful young lady to pose with me, and give me a written promise that you will not lay a finger on me or her, I will consider it. Not promising, mind, but I will consider it!"<br><br>With that she winked at him and swept back to her room, where she spent a few moments cleaning her teeth and attached the clever little device that Lee Chang had given her to her left wrist. She tested it, typing out the words "testing, one two three".<br><br>The box spoke, in a flat mechanical voice, <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Testing, one two three".</span><br><br>With a smile she headed for the Playground (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3979824#msg3979824).
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				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 03:49:13</strong>
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				<strong>Max Guntherstadt -- Employee Commons -- Endless Tasks</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3953078#msg3953078">Quote from: Zillah on 30-11-2010, 00:23:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Marie, at the Bar, Smoothing a Few Ruffled Feathers with Selena and Dr. Mephiston, and Maximillian as well</strong><br>Marie was slightly perturbed to see Maximillian bolting out of the bar area, muttering something about returning to his work. “There’s no need to go just yet; surely the work can wait?” Marie asked. “Unless I’m mistaken … such things are your area of expertise, after all. I guess I need leave those judgments up to you. But if you must go, I hope you won’t be long.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her voice carried well over the bustling crowd, almost seeming to chase him out of the room as he left. Maximillian clutched his tool kit to his hip and hurried out of the Playground without bothering to reply, his usual sneer returning to his face once he was well away from the paying customers. It was a very impressive performance; he almost would have thought she meant it. But of course she was highly skilled in telling others what she thought they wished to hear, it was her job after all.<br><br>Max rolled his eyes as he stalked along the empty hallways toward the Common Room, and scolded himself for the direction of his thoughts. No need to dwell on one of Chang's pets right now; there were other jobs to tend to. There always were, weren't there? He focused his attention on his mental checklist of daily rounds, ensuring that his work was progressing as smoothly and efficiently as he could manage. Barring any unforeseen mishaps or guest-related structural damage (which would probably occur within the next few hours), the evening's tasks should be completed by just after 2 AM and leave him a few blessed hours to spend alone in his workshop. A sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head somberly. It wasn't freedom, but it was peaceful, at least.<br><br>Reaching the Commons, he noticed Fraulein LeBon sweeping out the door, no doubt heading to the Playground herself to either join or relieve Kissinger. He didn't bother keeping up with the schedules of most of the other employees of the Dome; it would have been too much like admitting he cared about them. He passed by her with his usual cold expression, carefully keeping as much distance between them as possible until she was past and on her way. With a glance that bespoke both approval and ambivalence he noted that she wore her vox-box on one wrist; the woman certainly had one of the most distracting voices he had ever encountered. As far as he was concerned, anything that kept her from speaking, at least to him, was a good thing.<br><br>He entered the Commons and found Herr Cobblepot apparently dealing with the aftermath of a spill of some sort, sopping up what looked to be coffee from one pantleg with a mostly-clean rag. Max sighed and rolled his eyes again, gritting his teeth as he made an attempt at civility.<br><br>"<em>Guten abend</em>, <em>Herr </em>Cobblepot. <em>Und</em>, er...to your, ah, associates, as well. I hope ze evening is treating you kindly?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 04:13:11</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...heading into the employee commons area off the elevator ....all beside herself still . </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice stepped off the service elevator ....having left Roxanne up on the Guild Member suites ...getting off now as she was still annoyed about the nerve of that musician kissing her like that . Just a peck on the cheek , next it be a tap to the ass ...then he be copping a feel and ruffling her panties . Oh yes indeed , men were bastards all of them ...sex , sex ...and more sex . All they had on their minds . As she stopped then adjusting herself all this imaging of things was making her worked up in a different manner . Drawing in a deep breath ...thinking about how hard Tom was and his blaming it on her then retracting it all as if she couldn't make a man hard or something . Hell a warm breeze could do that with some of them . <br><br>Obviously she was not going to be solving this issue anytime soon ...as her belly growled . Food indeed was needed as she made her way to the Employee Commons area . A fresh pot of beef stew was on the large table along with a few loafs of freshly baked bread wrapped in a towel in the baskets . The kitchen workers were magical delights and Beatrice was soon helping herself to a bowl of it .&nbsp; Looking about and seeing Max ...as he spoke to that new artist dude . Beatrice had not the opportunity yet to really sit down and speak with the man ..Cobblepot ...Cobblestone ...oh hell now her memory was fading . Though she did know he was new and did wonderful painting least that was the consensus . Make the Harlots happy that was her task anyways ..bring the World to them . <br><strong><br>" You boys had some Stew ?&nbsp; If not I can dish us all up some .....and we have some nice warm bread been delivered as well . " </strong> As she worked at unwrapping a loaf ...knife in hand as she began to slice it watching the warm steam roll off it . Seemed butter and some Jam was on the table . She prayed for strawberry as that was her favorite . Licking her lips now as the idea of eating a good meal ...maybe a long relaxing bath afterwords. Indeed it was time to rewind from her day . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 04:36:23</strong>
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				<strong>Hector Cobblepot, in the commons, watching Candy leave and deciding to head to the shop</strong><br><br>Hector studied the lovely Candy once more but a frown flickered across his face at her conditions. Had someone figured him out already? He had kind of thought that his little ‘kink’ was under wraps so to speak but apparently someone had gotten wind of it. That was surprising to him since he hadn’t felt like he had upset anyone with the things that he did. “Oh…ummm…yes well I don’t know. Perhaps, but then again that seems like quite a bit of work.”<br><br>“Face it crackpot. She’s out and you haven’t got a shot. Suck it, up grab a brush, paint some curves and take care of business. Quit beatin’ that dead horse and let her go. She doesn’t have the right curves anyways.” Demetri chuckled darkly. <br><br>Hector scowled, mostly to himself and only partly saw Candy leaving the room. Once she was gone, he shrugged to himself, down the rest of his coffee before glancing once more around the room. With a sigh to himself, he patted himself absently before seeming to recall that his glasses were upon the bridge of his nose. Then he seemed to recall the coffee upon his leg and began to dab at it roughly with a paint rag from one of his pockets. He practically jumped out of his skin when another voice spoke to him that wasn't one of his own. "Oh, ummm... es... yes everything is good, no worries. Nothing wrong, quite alright..."<br><br>He glanced for the exit having convinced himself that he had been caught and needing to make a hasty retreat before getting into trouble of some sort. Before he could make a move though he was startled by yet another voice and spun around to spot the lovely Beatrice entering the room. Spotting the stew and wondering how he had not spotted it before, he considered for a moment eating but changed his mind. "Ummm, no, I should get back to my work. Oh, on a side note... miss Beatrice, if you ever feel like being my muse...lover... damn it, I mean subject for a portrait please stop by. Excuse me, must run."<br><br>Hector spun, not really waiting for an answer. Damn he had just asked her to be his lover. Had that been Demetri? Hell he couldn't tell he was all nerves and caffeine now. His thoughts a jumble, he headed off quickly for his painting studio, really hoping that he hadn't messed up again. <br><br><strong>Moving to Merchants Shops</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 23:24:41</strong>
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				Bella - Employee Commons - Getting ready for work<br><br>The first week of work was one of the most stressful weeks in a person's life. With Bella it was no different. Even though she has had a lot of experience working as a maid, she has never had to work at a place like the Pleasure Dome. She had only worked as a house maid before, and was never exposed to this type of enviroment. <br><br>Her mother, however, disliked the idea of Bella working as a maid in a dirty place like this. It was in places like these that her mother had been seduced to be a harlot, and ultimately was the cause of Bella's existance. Even though Bella didn't view this place as "dirty", she could feel the sexual tention in the large complex. The kinky girls, the hot men, the exposing clothing, the rude gestures... it was everywhere.<br><br>In her parent's eyes, Bella was too innocent, too kind, too childish to survive in this way of living. To them, Bella and the Pleasure Dome just wouldn't work together. But as a matter of fact, that "innocence" her parents were worried about is exactly the reason why Bella fits in.<br><br>Bella was attractive but youthful, and was the youngest employee of the Pleasure Dome. She was an obvious target for the perverted guests at the Dome, or maybe even some of her fellow workers. But the man she is saving her virginity to is none other than the owner of the Pleasure Dome himself, Lee Chang. Althoguh how she would manage to pull something off like getting a room with Lee Chang himself was beond her, but somehow, she will do it... Somehow...<br><br>------<br><br>Bella walked out of her room in her black and grey maid uniform. She wondered over to the commons were many employees were talking. Since she had no buisness with them, Bella just kept walking towards the elevator. But the question was... where did she have to go first?<br><br>Passing two people who were exiting the elevator, Bella walked into th elevator and closed the door. She thought for a moment... Would she go to the Guest Chambers, where all of the special guests were staying? It wouldn't be good service if she didn't tidy up their rooms before they returned to their suites, if they were out at all.<br><br>Or she could go to the Owner's Suite, where Lee Chang resided. If Lee Chang's room wasn't tidy, he could fire her in an instant. The Owner's Suite should be tidy at all times for the owner of this lovely place.<br><br>Bella decided to go to the Owner's Suite. Fearing that she may disappoint Chang, and that it was only one room, it would be the safer place to go. Bella pushed the button to the Owner's Suite (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89516.msg4001579#msg4001579), and assended up the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 03:29:39</strong>
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				<strong>Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Employee commons -- Suddenly distracted</strong><br><br>'<em>As expected, three times a&nbsp; moron</em>,' Max thought derisively as he watched Cobblepot fumble with his rag and glasses and mumble to himself. He put the fellow out of his mind and was about to spread out his tools and begin work on upgrading the Common Room's intercom system when he caught sight of Beatrice entering the room. His mouth suddenly felt much dryer and he quickly turned away from her, speaking over his shoulder. "Ah, Miss MacNally. <em>Guten abend</em>. You are having a pleasant evening, I trust?"<br><br>With supreme focus and precision, Max laid out his tools and began removing the com system's casing, carefully keeping his eyes away from Beatrice. Of course, that didn't stop him from listening very intently as she bustled about the room, gathering the accoutrements for her meal. Which led to him not paying quite as much attention as he should have been when he started turning the adjustable wrench in the wrong direction on one of the rusted old bolts, tightening it almost to the point of stripping it instead of loosening it as he intended to. Thankfully, before the casing was damaged the wrench slipped its grip and sent his good hand crashing against the wall.<br><br>Max bit his lip to keep from shouting, and rubbed his sore knuckles against his pant leg before turning to see if Beatrice had noticed the ruckus. The woman seemed distracted enough, and he had no wish to add to her stress just now. He had no idea why she seemed to affect him so, and even less why it didn't bother him so much. Certainly she was beautiful, but what woman in this place wasn't? But unlike the others that pranced and scurried about, Miss MacNally was most definitely possessed of a mind -- and the will to use it. In his experience, that was a most rare combination to find.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89547.msg3980214#msg3980214">Quote from: Sasha on 06-12-2010, 04:13:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><br>" You boys had some Stew ?&nbsp; If not I can dish us all up some .....and we have some nice warm bread been delivered as well . " </strong> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Maximillian's stomach growled like an irritated wildcat, and he licked his lips both at the notion of a warm meal, and of sharing it with Beatrice. Unfortunately, he had little faith in his withered conversational skills and even less desire to make a fool of himself in front of her, and so decided to decline her most kind offer.<br><br>"Ah, <em>nein</em>, Miss MacNally, <em>danke</em>. I am...not hungry just now," he said absently as he tried to keep his thrice-cursed stomach from betraying the lie. Before he could return his full attention to the task at hand, however, he was utterly stunned by Cobblepot's outburst.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89547.msg3980291#msg3980291">Quote from: ArtemisHighmore on 06-12-2010, 04:36:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Ummm, no, I should get back to my work. Oh, on a side note... miss Beatrice, if you ever feel like being my muse...lover... damn it, I mean subject for a portrait please stop by. Excuse me, must run."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His eyes widened in outrage and disbelief, and he spun around with his wrench in the air fully intending to throw it at the impertinent artist's head. But it was already too late; almost as soon as the words left the man's mouth, he was already out the door and retreating down the hall. Max bristled as he listened to the man's dwindling footsteps, and quickly lowered his improvised weapon before Beatrice could notice.<br><br>"<em>Mein Gott</em>, what a moron," Max grumbled to himself as he turned back to the opened system casing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:34:42</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...serving up some stew and seemingly eating alone which at this point might be for the best. . </strong><br><br>Beatrice noticed that Max had seemingly went back to work ...as she smiled at that the man indeed worked with a caliber that deserved a great deal of respect . Listening to his decline to join her for dinner ...she just let out a small sigh .<strong> " If that is what you wish ...Max. I know your a busy man . " </strong> Looking over to the other one that had seemed to of stood ..then much to her surprise the words that flowed out his mouth left her quite speechless. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ummm, no, I should get back to my work. Oh, on a side note... miss Beatrice, if you ever feel like being my muse...lover... damn it, I mean subject for a portrait please stop by. Excuse me, must run."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He face turned a blush red and her mouth dropped open ...as she stood there not knowing how to respond . The man had scurried away faster than her own brain could work that was for sure . Then she began to mutter ...<strong>" moose ...did that man call me a moose ...."</strong> as she straighten out her dress maybe she had gained a bit of weight but it was just more to love up on.. <strong>" lover ?&nbsp; I should think not ....what the hell does a moose have to do with becoming a lover . " </strong>tearing off the bread as she dipped it in her stew ...taking a bite as she leaned back in the chair . Men were strange creatures ...hell she might not be the skinniest woman alive but clearly she was no moose . What the hell was with that artist ...subject of a portrait ...maybe he was thinking of ...oh who wanted to know what he was thinking . <br><br>Taking a bite of her stew ...and muttering between bites ... finally she got up from the table and moved over to a locked cabinet . Took out a key and worked the lock ...once opened she pulled out a bottle and slammed the cupboard door shut . As the dust flew everywhere .. the woman went into a slight coughing fit ..waving her hand . Locking the door up again once she got her bearings and was able to breath . Grabbing a corkscrew she made her way back to the table . <strong>" Hell with them all ...there is nothing wrong with me. So what if I don't flaunt my body around like some young kitten in heat ...that is not proper behavior I tell you . A real lady is discreet . Discreet ...I tell you ...bloody fool of a man not worth my time that be fer sure."</strong>&nbsp; as she worked the screw into the cork and began to give it all she had to yank the thing out of the bottle . <br><br>Finally she had seemed to only get it about half way out of the bottle ...my god it was stuck ...as if even the bottle was going to give her a hassle today .<strong> " Well ...bloody hell ....even the bottle be giving me a hassle today ..." </strong>as she managed to have the screw come loose with about half the cork . Slamming the bottle down onto the table ...as the added pressure seemed to shot the remaining cork out like a gun going off . Bout making her jump out of her skin .. as the fermented liquid bubbled up over the top of the bottle . She smiled from ear to ear then . <strong>" Well look at that ...I will be damned as I have never seen such a thing in all me life . "</strong> then she began to laugh . <br><br>Looking over at Max ...as she really had no idea where the remaining cork had bounced off and landed .. <strong>" Max ...I would much appreciate it if you would come sits down and stop working ....and partake of this devil spirits with me and eat some Food . Your working yourself into the ground and ...and .... well ...it's just not good for you . "</strong>&nbsp; then she poured two glasses . Was bad enough she was drinking ..let alone partake of the nasty brew of sin all by herself . Least Max was a gentleman .<strong> " I will try to contain my grumpy behavior and you can set aside your work-a-holic nature and the two of us ...well we will get drunk and fill our bellies . Cmon I not be the only one a drinking . " <br></strong><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:13:30</strong>
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				Isis Ahora - Dorm Room A5 - getting ready for the shift...<br><br>The dimming light coming through the small porthole in her room lovingly called a "window." She smirks as she rolls onto her back, stretching and yawning, sitting up in her bed. Her hair is a mess but that is how it always is. Sitting up and looking down at the floor she knows she has to get a move on. Her large bag still stuffed full of her items and clothes as she hasn't been here long enough to get comfortable. As far as she knows, this place will be just like the rest and she will be forced to be on her way.<br><br>Shuffling out of the large flannel like tshirt, she looks over her pale skin as she thinks of what to wear. Knowing that she has to pull double duty every-night as a dancer and a waitress she decides to go the sexy route for the first night out. She slowly pulls on her one piece thong suspenders that cover her supple breasts as well but show the top and bottom of them quite a bit. She also tosses on loose fishnet tank top to make her feel a bit more at ease until she gets comfortable enough to take it off. Stepping into her platforms she hears voices out in the hall...she hasn't made any friends here yet but she wants to be early so she decides a simple <strong>"Hello"</strong> should suffice for tonight.<br><br>She steps out of the room and makes it past Beatrice smiling and nodding...<br><br>Exiting the chambers heading to the Playground Area...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 02:53:04</strong>
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				<strong>Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Commons Room -- Hungry after all</strong><br><br>Now the casing was off, Max found he had distressingly little to do. After cleaning off the boards and swapping out the old punch cards, which took considerably less time and effort than he'd anticipated, Max replaced the shell and found himself without any further excuses to decline Miss MacNally's attractive offer. He was packing his tools away again when a small piece of cork ricocheted off the wall in front of him with a thick *pop* and bounced into his shoulder.<br><br>"<em>Was die Holle..</em>.?" Max picked up the miniature missile and rolled it over in his fingers, the smell of alcohol still slightly pungent in the soft wood. After a moment he shrugged and tossed it aside, and was about to slip out of the room when he realized Miss Beatrice was addressing him again. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89547.msg3988910#msg3988910">Quote from: Sasha on 08-12-2010, 06:34:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>" Max ...I would much appreciate it if you would come sits down and stop working ....and partake of this devil spirits with me and eat some Food . Your working yourself into the ground and ...and .... well ...it's just not good for you . "</strong>&nbsp; <strong> " I will try to contain my grumpy behavior and you can set aside your work-a-holic nature and the two of us ...well we will get drunk and fill our bellies . Cmon I not be the only one a drinking . " <br></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A sigh escaped Maximillian's lips and he gave an agreeable nod, leaving his tools on a small table as he joined the dark-haired beauty at the dining table. "Very well, <em>fraulein</em>. If you are certain you desire ze company, who am I to refuse a lady?" He took a seat to her left and set himself a place, careful to keep his brass arm squarely in his lap out of sight. He had no wish to ruin the young woman's appetite after her kind invitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 17:56:06</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting with Max having some dinner and devil's brew in the employee commons area. </strong><br><br>Beatrice smiled as the hard working man joined her at the table ..he was good company and not like the others . Passing him a hearty serving of stew and breaking some bread off . The devil's brew having been poured out in a good serving and mixed in with some coffee , well least for her portion of it . <strong> " A good stew and fresh bread always hits the spot ....and a little kick in the java brings the warmth in to stay . Man like you needs to fill his belly and get a good nights sleep after working hard all day . I be thinking ...maybe you might be willing to tell a story or two ?&nbsp; "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;The girl that had walked past to head to work was barely clad with any clothes ...as Beatrice let out a sigh . Ignoring the child's soft spoken hello ...no she wasn't going to be letting it bother her least that was what she kept telling herself . Try as she could though it nagged at the back of her mind . Soon sitting the spoon down a little hard .<strong> " What be with this young women these days ...not a proper upbringing . Don'ts they know that if you keep a little hidden that it is more of a treat for a man to unwrap. Or maybe my thinking be the one wrong ...I know the values of society have changed to this open free form expression of love and frolic with whom you may. I just rather be keeping meself to a more higher standard . Nothing wrong with that ...least not to me knowledge . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Picking up her spoon and eating a little more as it would not be long before the woman was full ...the fresh bread was the best part that was for sure . Sipping the devil's brew as Beatrice sat back in the chair some ...she wasn't that old really and not the normal woman with all her talents in organizing things. Then again ..the loneliness crept in every once in awhile . <strong>" It's not like I don't wants a man to be holding me ...share me life with ...feel his strong arms about me and be able to cuddle in all safe and secure . But what is that if it is a fleeting fancy and only fer a night ? Wake up to an empty bed and feel the same inside for that one you done gave yourself to done left you in the night . "&nbsp; </strong>as she looked about to cry but somehow manged to not . <strong> " No I not be falling prey to that heartache again ...a proper man will come along one day . "</strong>&nbsp; least she kept telling herself that . <br><br>A fake smile she drew up trying to pull herself out of the sour mood she had let fester inside. Pouring a bit more of the devil's brew into the mug now seemed more of the alcohol than java at this point . Oh but the aroma of it was delightful ...kicking her shoes off and snuggling back .<strong> " Listen to me a going on like a spoiled child ....tell me Maximillian have you ever fallen in love ...been married ...had young-ins running about ?&nbsp; &nbsp;I find you an interesting man and different , keeping to yourself all the time . I been watching you now for some time and I like what I see . "</strong>&nbsp; there she had put it all out in the open . Though not quite sure she would get any real answers as the man liked his privacy and she was going on like a lovesick teenager flip flopping about everything . Maybe she did need to just get laid as the Cook had stated the other day . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:06:23</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - Common Area - Starting his break</strong><br><br>EJ strolled into the common area taking in the smell of fresh stew, coffee and alcohol.&nbsp; Beatrice and Max seemed to be enjoying each other's company at the table.&nbsp; "Evening."&nbsp; So as to not interrupt, he took a seat by the fire to relax and get off his feet.&nbsp; "That's an interesting pair," he thought to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:20:38</strong>
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				Isis - Common Area - on break from the playground area<br><br>Isis shuts the door behind her softly hearing Beatrice and Max still talking...She makes her way past them and begins to feel the heat from the fire on her skin...she smiles making her way past Beatrice and Max clear on the other side of the room. She steps around a chair seeing EJ there...her small body approaching him. "Hi" She lets off a playful smile as she sits on the couch across from him next to the fire facing him. Her back to Beatice and Max from where she sits. Her goosebumps slowly start to fade as her nervousness begins to creep up. She doesn't really know what to say to him or how to go about this, but she wants to...<br><br>"This fire feels amazing!" Crossing her long legs and smiling at EJ...her Jasmine scent drifting back over to him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 20:59:30</strong>
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				<strong>Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Commons Area -- Trying to remember how to be charming</strong><br><br>The stew sloshed in his bowl, thick and warm, and savory chunks of spiced meat and diced vegetables floated around his spoon. Max didn't try so hard to hide his growling stomach this time as he reached for the small butter plate with a pleasant smile. A faint blush washed over his cheeks at Miss MacNally's compliment, and he shook his head modestly.<br><br>"<em>Nein</em>, Miss Beatrice, I don't believe I work so hard as you think. Certainly I am not as dedicated to my work as you yourself. I don't believe <em>Herr </em>Chang could manage without you. It is...quite admirable," Max said as he sopped a piece of bread in his bowl and popped it into his mouth.<br><br>He nearly choked himself a moment later when she hinted at a desire to hear something of his past. "Oh, um...<em>ja</em>, I suppose I could spin a few tales, perhaps," he said, mulling the idea over a bit. He did have quite a few stories, same as any other old man, he supposed; probably more than most, as a fact, but few of them were enjoyable to remember, let alone to recount. As one of the new girls walked past, he noted Miss MacNally's apparent disdain for the young lady's state of apparel and seized on an opportunity to steer the topic of conversation further away from himself.<br><br>"You are quite right, Miss MacNally, quite right indeed. I could not have said it better myself," Max said, with a bit more enthusiasm than he'd intended. He lifted his coffee cup and held it out in a toasting gesture. "To higher standards, <em>ja</em>?" The cups clinked together, and Max resumed his meal as she began speaking again, listening intently. It was clear from her words the woman was no stranger to heartache, that familiar pain so unique to betrayal. His own scarred heart beat in sympathy for her, and an instinctive disgust rose in the pit of his belly that someone should cause so lovely a woman such pain.<br><br>Her smile, though, told him she was strong enough not to let it rule her. He envied her that, for a moment. Her next words, though, rattled him so much he nearly spit out his coffee.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89547.msg4043216#msg4043216">Quote from: Sasha on 22-12-2010, 17:56:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> " Listen to me a going on like a spoiled child ....tell me Maximillian have you ever fallen in love ...been married ...had young-ins running about ?&nbsp; &nbsp;I find you an interesting man and different , keeping to yourself all the time . I been watching you now for some time and I like what I see . "</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Maximillian hoped he'd managed to quell his coughing fit before she took too much notice, and took another sip of the fortified brew to further settle himself. What to do? He wouldn't deny the idea of Miss Beatrice finding him attractive was quite thrilling, but...well tear it all, never mind how he looked, he was old enough to be her father, for Heaven's sake! Not to mention the thought of telling her about his last relationship sent chills down his spine. Would it really be so wise to attempt to pursue anything more than passing friendship? Especially in a place like this?<br><br>As he considered the position he found himself in, Max couldn't help but appreciate the way her smile seemed to light up the room. He found he didn't even much mind the presence of the other employees traipsing into the common room, so long as she kept smiling. Perhaps it wouldn't be so unwise to follow his desires, after all.<br><br>"Ah, yes, <em>fraulein</em>. In truth, I did fall in love once, but I believe that this is far too lovely an evening to spoil with such a tale. For now let me simply say...we were not meant to remain together, <em>und </em>we shall leave it at that, <em>ja</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:02:12</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - Common Area - Hangin' with Isis</strong><br><br>The fire really made things toasty. &nbsp;Loosening his tie, he looked over to see the light from the flames dancing on Isis' skin, shimmering in her eyes. &nbsp;He had seen her around but really didn't know much about her other than the fact that she was young, enthusiastic and eager to please. &nbsp;His eyes took in her small perky frame. &nbsp;His first thought was that she would be light on top of him. &nbsp;The fire wasn't the only thing that probably felt amazing.<br><br>But he was getting ahead of himself. &nbsp;It wasn't his nature to fuck and discard. &nbsp;He liked to make sure the women knew they were appreciated. &nbsp; &nbsp;Big, small, short, tall, light, dark, all deserved the attentiveness he enjoyed giving. &nbsp;It was all he could do to contain himself. &nbsp;He desperately wanted to feel the smooth skin of her legs beneath his fingers but this break was just a short one. "You seem right at home here. &nbsp;I hope you've settled in and found something you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:03:06</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting with Max having some dinner and devil's brew in the employee commons area. </strong><br><br>After taking a large swig of the devil's brew ....Beatrice let out a heavy sigh . <strong>" Well Maximillian my dear , you not need be a telling anything you don't want to be . Mean your man enough to do what in if you please , far as I am concerned ifin you decide to be a sharing such things that be up to you in your own time . I reckon anyways . "</strong>&nbsp; as she looked over at the bartender and the young dancing thing that came in after him . <br><br><strong>" Awh look over there .....two young ones ....that ought to be enjoying each other seeming to have a far worse time a gettin along than we do . Maybe I ought to get out a little devil's brew and be sharing with them as well . "</strong>&nbsp; as she giggled ...and looked back at Max . Her smile grew ...as she nestled into the chair seemingly comfortable just to be socializing a bit before she turned in . <strong>" You might be right ...I am a working way to much some days ...let it get the best of me , I do . Need to take some time out fer myself ...maybe you can join me again sometime . " </strong> as she looked at her hands in her lap seemingly not knowing what to do with them . So even Max had fallen in love once ...something surly must be wrong with her then . <br><br>An awkward silence seemed to come up then ....as Beatrice tilted her head and spoke again ...<strong> " So you going to be spinning a yarn then or not .....I heard you tell some good stories ...you know it need not be true ...just funny would work . "</strong>&nbsp; as she winked at him .<strong> " Or maybe even a little horror story to make you want to tuck the covers up over your head at night . " </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 07:20:58</strong>
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				Isis - Common Area - Enjoy EJ's company<br><br>Watching him loosening his tie as he warms, she goes into a quick stretch as she begins to relax. Her slender arms going above her head, her mouth opening letting out a soft high pitch sigh...then sucking in air, her breasts getting squeezed together by the action, her eyes shutting, but she feels his eyes observe her. She quickly then goes back to just sitting. She hears him speaking...<br><br>She responds "That I have...everyone has been more than helpful making me feel comfortable. I have seen a few things I like so far, but only one that I want to see more of so far..." <br><br>Her playful tone almost acting as an advertisement to him...Isis smiles at him batting her eyes. "I don't know how you could control yourself in the bar like that, if I would have been there any longer, I would have had to have a little something myself...even if I had to sneak it without anyone knowing! Thats always been a bit of a off and on thing for me though...its kind of exciting ya know? The possible danger of getting caught?! So hot!"<br><br>She moves a bit in her sitting as she gets more comfortable, she begins to lightly trace her smooth crossed legs with her fingernails...the sensation is almost like a tickle but lighter...it keeps her current tingling feeling going. She likes it and doesn't want it gone anytime soon...Her tongue traces her lips lightly...something is going on and she is beginning to recognize it...a feeling she hasn't yet had since she arrived at the Pleasure Dome but has only experienced a few times in her young life...she was beginning to become moist...as she realized this a shiver ran over her body quickly driving forward her nipples back out at the clothing, this time in full force making them press against the thin leather cloth tightly...her mind quickly began to race...what was next...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 06:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - Common Area - Isis</strong><br><br>Candy's music was like a drug that lingered in his system.&nbsp; His mind was telling him to slow down but the growing bulge in his pants was forcing him to do otherwise.&nbsp; He noticed her begin to shift in her seat.&nbsp; His eyes followed her fingers as they ran across her legs.&nbsp; He felt a throb between his legs as he watched her tongue trace the outline of her lips.&nbsp; Her nipples were clawing at the fabric of her shirt, begging to be set free.&nbsp; This was the reason he didn't usually let Candy's music affect him but tonight he let down his guard.&nbsp; Enough chit chat.&nbsp; He couldn't take it anymore.&nbsp; "Follow me."&nbsp; He got up and headed toward his room which, conveniently, was right next to hers.&nbsp; Opening the door to his room, he waited for her to enter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 07:34:48</strong>
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				Isis - common area - EJ<br><br>She could tell his mind was racing but hers was probably going just as fast. Her tingling was making her almost not think anymore...She could not help herself anymore...but before she could say anything else she heard his words...She gave him a sly smile and watched him and his large frame get up from the seat and turn and head toward a room door and open it...<br><br>She got up and slowly walked over towards him...she was numb now...she wasn't doing any thinking. She knew she hadn't done anything like this before, her mind was just watching this happen now, and she loved it. <br><br>She arrived at the door and stepped inside...instead of looking about the room to see her surroundings, she slowly turned her head and looked up to him with her clear blue eyes...she felt safe...she felt wanted...she was happy with this...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 08:36:01</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - EJ's Chamber - Isis</strong><br><br>EJ closed the door after Isis followed him into the room.&nbsp; She slowly turned to him, waiting.&nbsp; He hesitated.&nbsp; She was much younger than his usual encounters but that only added to the excitement.&nbsp; He walked past her, his eyes locked on her stunning blue eyes, grabbed a chair, turned it to face away from the desk toward the center of the room and took a seat, leaving Isis standing before him.&nbsp; He studied the curve of her breasts, peeking from underneath the fabric of her top, her piercings, wondering about the stories behind each of them and her legs, toned and looking strong enough to hold on if they were to be wrapped around his thighs.&nbsp; He extended his hand, reaching out to her for her to join him.&nbsp; "Tell me about your piercings."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 02:57:19</strong>
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				Isis - EJ's Chamber - EJ<br><br>Another series of goosebumps ran over her as the door shut and he walked past. She smiled and blushed slightly...this would be her first encounter as a freed woman possibly, though she was confident in her ability to please. She stepped slowly towards him, her steps not making a sound...her small hips swaying back and forth...her breasts gently shaking with each step she took. She observed his eyes, she saw them exploring her body. <br><br>She arrived at him. She stepped one leg over each side of him to straddle him...her soft thighs sitting against his. Her crotch landing right against his. She could feel his pieces beneath his pants. They felt warm through his fabric...she placed her left hand on his right shoulder and blinked softly, watching his expressions. She turned her head pointing to the stud and rings in her right ear, "These were given to me when when I was young. so young that I don't remember." She then pointed to her nose, "This one, a past Master of mine requested me to have as a point of attraction...as well as the lip." As she ended that sentence, she lightly licked her lips playfully. She the pointed to the cluster around her belly-button, "These I got recently after having been freed...as well as this one..." As her words ended she leaned back slightly and tugged at the string keeping the cloth covering her breasts so that the material would be loose. She then pulled the cloth down and back revealing her pale white breast and her soft pink perky erect nipple with a small chrome stud through it...She looked to him after revealing it... The sounds of Candy's singing still seem to echo through the building...she forgot how close the playground was to the chambers. In the timing of Candy's song she unconsciously have her hips a slightly circling motion which made the material down around her womanhood grind a bit against his manhood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 22:36:13</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - EJ's Chamber - Isis</strong><br><br>EJ's eyes stayed fixed on Isis as she made her way toward him. &nbsp;Slowly, seductively, she straddled his lap, resting on the swollen length between his legs. &nbsp;As she explained her piercings, talking about Masters and freedom, he realized, although separated by years, how much their pasts had in common.<br><br>The feel of her hand resting on his shoulder, the lick of her lips, the focus of her gaze and the heat from between her legs bathing his lap all had their effect. &nbsp;His cock bounced as she revealed her nipple piercing. &nbsp;The chrome flashed in the light atop her perky erect nipple. &nbsp;He moved the other side of her top to reveal her other breast. &nbsp;The twin erect nipples drew his attention. &nbsp;He began to feel her hips gyrating against hardness.<br><br>He reached up to cup her breasts in his palms, slowly sliding his hands down to roll her nipples across and between his fingers. &nbsp;He ran his fingers across the piercing, admiring the firmness on which it was perched. &nbsp;His hips began to move in sync with hers, feeling her warmth build between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 01:20:00</strong>
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				She simply watched as he pulled the cloth back from her other breast...it was like it was supposed to happen. It was as if she was watching a movie in slow motion as his hands reached up to her breasts and began messaging them with his warm hand...<br><br>Her eyes slowly shut as the sensation being felt from her nipples being caressed made her even more relaxed. She felt felt his member give a pulse up into her that she could feel...feel incredibly well...<br><br>She leaned back a bit with the hand serving as a prop, she began to move her hips more and more and in a more deliberate manner to leave no idea what she was feeling and that she was appreciative of it so far. She felt the member beneath her begin to grow even more. She softly opened her eyes and looks immediately into his. She smiled sweetly...Her hand began to graze down his chest down to his belt. She smiled again and looked down, pulling it loose, then moving her small hand to the buttons and lastly the zipper.&nbsp; She then moved back forward up on him even farther...the loose cloth letting her grind against him easier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:23:56</strong>
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				<strong>Victor entering Employee Chambers</strong><br><br>Victor had made his way through the shadows of the Dome to try and find his way to the chambers. He wanted to be quick about dropping off his things so that he could get out to the playground and hopefully find his companion. He hadn’t spotted her immediately when he had passed through the Playground, but then again he hadn’t really been looking. As he moved into the Employee Chambers, he offered a nod to the two occupants, only recognizing Beatrice from earlier. <br><br>Passing right through the commons, he moved to his appointed room. Pushing open the door and glanced inside. With a shrug, he tossed his bag onto the bed. Sure it wasn’t much but it was more than he was use to and at least he had a roof over his head. He would need to remember that if anyone wanted to use him for the night he would have to suggest their room rather than his as the bed did not look like it could handle a rough night. <br><br>With a chuckle to himself, he exited and locked the room, moving back through the commons with a purpose in his step. Again he nodded to the two occupants, not really wanting to stop in chat. It was only the first night and he imagined that he would have plenty of time to get to know them at a later date.<br><br><strong>Heading to the Playground</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 06:18:38</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - EJ's Chamber - Isis</strong><br><br>EJ watched Isis close her eyes and become lost in the moment. &nbsp; Her body continued to sway and grind as his fingers danced on her nipples and his crotch began to feel the slightest touch of her moisture beginning to work its way through his pants. &nbsp;She reached down, undid his belt, buttons and zipper of his pants. &nbsp;Her grinding intensified.<br><br>EJ cradled his hands under her thighs to lift her as he stood and carried her to the bed. &nbsp;Her legs were still tightly wrapped around his body as he laid her down on her back. &nbsp;His mouth found and toyed with the piercing in her nipple, licking, sucking, swirling. &nbsp;His loosely bound hard-on thrust slowly between her legs, stroking, probing, sliding up and down across the length of her clit as she continued to grind her hips in unison with his. &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:28:44</strong>
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				Isis - EJs Chamber - EJ<br><br>She felt him carry her...her mind now not thinking anymore, just wanting. She felt the sheets find her back, her clothing becoming loose from it having been untied. It must have started to fall off as he carried her. She ran her hands up his back, pulling at his shirt to get it off of him. She felt his tongue attack her piercing. She lightly gasped. She reached up and grasped his neck tightly...her body wanting him closer...her legs tightening around him and pulling his lips closer to hers...she could feel this throbbing hard-on growing still against her. She shaft against her clit and the head touching just below her pierced belly button. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 00:00:09</strong>
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				Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Commons Area -- Weaving dreams and phantoms<br><br>Max was almost certain he'd said something wrong, but he couldn't exactly pin down what. It was quite clear, however, from the downturned expression Miss Beatrice now wore that he'd mis-stepped somehow. <strong>" Well Maximillian my dear , you not need be a telling anything you don't want to be . Mean your man enough to do what in if you please , far as I am concerned ifin you decide to be a sharing such things that be up to you in your own time . I reckon anyways . "</strong> So, that was it. Damn his usual laconic self! He was about to apologize when he followed Miss MacNally's eyes over to the young pair that just swept into the Commons.<br><br>Maximillian rolled his eyes as he observed the couple's retreat toward an empty room. <strong>" Awh look over there .....two young ones ....that ought to be enjoying each other seeming to have a far worse time a gettin along than we do . Maybe I ought to get out a little devil's brew and be sharing with them as well . "</strong> "Oh <em>nein</em>, Miss Beatrice, I hardly think they are having such a hard time getting...acquainted," Max said with a tinge of...jealousy? Disgust? Disapproval? He furrowed his brow and tried to put a name to his feelings. It wasn't that he was a prude, or believed in holding sex until after matrimony or other such antiquated notions; he supposed it was simply a matter of annoyance at seeing other peoples' happiness. It always seemed to sharpen his own misery.<br><br>'Perhaps I am indeed too much an old man. <em>Und </em>for what? Maybe it is time to let go of the past, <em>und </em>focus on the here und now. After all, I do have a new body...it is, I suppose, quite comfortable here...<em>und </em>the pleasure of Miss Beatrice's company is quite beyond measure...'<br><br><strong>" You might be right ...I am a working way to much some days ...let it get the best of me , I do . Need to take some time out fer myself ...maybe you can join me again sometime . " </strong><br><br>For what might have been the first time in years, Maximillian felt himself blush. He found himself mirroring Miss Beatrice's motions with her hands, his own resting in his lap. "Why, Miss Beatrice, I would very much enjoy your company again, anytime." After another sip and a moment of thought, Max nodded and cleared his throat, leaned back in his chair and crossed his feet comfortably.<br><br>"Very well, <em>fraulein</em>, if it is a tale you wish, then a tale I shall spin. This is a story I used to tell my brother's children when they were young...many years ago, now. And a true story, no less, for it happened to one of my own friends, a schoolmate by name of Karl Wilfreid. We had met during our first year at university; I, a student of mechanical engineering, he a promising young man of medical science. This story begins, as any fine tale of spirits ought, on a rather dark and rainy evening. It was during our third year of university, and on this particular evening Karl was in his apartment studying for exams. There came a slow, heavy knocking on his front door, and Karl came downstairs to answer it.<br><br>"Upon opening the door, he found on his step a quite ghastly phantasm of a man, haggard and ragged-looking, with gaunt, pale skin and deeply sunken eyes. His hands and fingernails were steeped in muck and grime, and his dark hair was limp and stringy. His shoes were patched and in poor repair, and a foul air of dampness seemed to hang from his form.<br><br>"Just as he was about to cry out for the nightwatch, Karl recognized the man as his own childhood friend, Pieter Grubmann. Of course, he invited the fellow in and attempted to determine how he'd come to be in such a dreadful state, but Pieter simply followed him into the parlor, as soundless as the wind. Karl judged immediately from Pieter's unresponsive, almost catatonic behaviour that the poor fellow was in shock, or very nearly so, and decided to offer him a simple meal and a warm bed for the night, hoping to draw the truth of his friend's predicament out of him in the morning.<br><br>"He snapped to work, bringing out of the kitchen a few small plates of bread and cheese, a platter of meat, and a bottle of wine, and the two of them tucked into the meal. As Karl expected, Pieter all but attacked the food before him with a ravenous appetite, and soon the plates were clean but for a few meager crumbs. Karl rose and gestured for his friend to follow, and led Pieter upstairs to the apartment's guest quarters. After setting out a new candle and ensuring his friend was properly seen to, Karl retired for the evening. As he closed the door, he looked back and saw Pieter sitting squarely on the bed, with a smile on his face.<br><br>"As he told me later, that night was the most restless and unnerving sleep he'd ever had. It was Pieter's smile, he said. The sort of sad, resigned smile of a man who had been to the edge, who had seen to the ends of the earth and beyond. As a medical student, Karl had sometimes seen men who'd been struck with some obscure but terminal illness or irreperable injury smile like that. It was a smile filled with the horror of knowing, he called it.<br><br>"It was the next morning that I came to call upon Karl, whereupon he related to me the bizarre events of the previous evening. At first I thought perhaps he was simply having a bit of fun, but the expression on his face quickly dispelled me of such notions. Naturally I worried about the poor man's health, and inquired whether we ought not call for a wagon to carry him to a hospital, but Karl waved away my suggestion and asked me to follow him upstairs to Pieter's room.<br><br>"We stood outside the door, and I could hear the rythymic sounds of a man breathing slow and steady breaths. Wordlessly, I gestured to the door as if to ask if that was Karl's guest I heard, but Karl's expression only worsened. He shook his head desperately and pulled me a little ways down the hall, and explained that he'd already been in the room this morning...only to find it completely empty. What's more, the candle and fresh sheets he had laid out the night before were still in their keeping, as though they had never been used at all.<br><br>"Obviously, I didn't know quite what to make of things, and I decided to investigate the matter for myself. I poked my head into Karl's guest quarters and saw it was just as he'd described: the candelabra empty, with a thin coating of dust, the bed unturned, the window shuttered. Yet the sound of someone drawing breath persisted. I turned and asked if I might see the plates upon which the pair had dined the night before, and Karl quickly showed me to the kitchen where he had put them away.<br><br>"Imagine his horror when he withdrew the dishes from the cupboard, still holding the very same food he had witnessed Pieter devour only hours earlier! The poor devil dropped the plates to shatter on the floor, and as he clutched at his countertop I noticed a thin, angry red scar which ran up and down the length of his left arm.<br><br>"Now, I admit I do not know so much about the workings of the body and the blood, but I asked Karl if it were possible he might have been scratched with some manner of poison or toxin, and if that might not have explained everything as simple hallucinations. When Karl looked down at his arm and saw the scar I was referring to, he very nearly fainted dead away. I had to help him to his chair, and after a few minutes and a glass of warm brandy, Karl shook his head.<br><br>"He told me that the scar was from long ago, during his childhood in Berlin. He cut open his arm with a pen knife, as did Pieter, and the two made a blood compact, the sort of morbid and adventurous thing that all young boys do. The two swore to each other that no matter what happened, whichever of them were the first to die, he would come back and visit the survivor before leaving this world for the next one. After that, the two of us simply sat and shared the rest of the brandywine. <br><br>The next day, I went to visit Karl again. I still wasn't certain I believed the whole episode was anything more than a strange case of temporary madness, perhaps brought on by stress or illness. But once again Karl wore an expression of confounded terror, and showed me a note that had come in the morning's post. It was a letter from his sister Rosalynn, back home in Berlin. She wrote to say that regretfully, his old friend Pieter Grubmann had fallen on hard times. His business had failed, and his wife had betrayed him. His body was found shut up in his cellar the day before, where he had let himself starve to death. They said he'd been dead for nearly two days, and he was dreadfully thin and haggard."<br><br>As he'd spoken, weaving his tale with a long-forgotten enthusiasm, Max had leaned forward until he was nearly hunched over in his chair, his eyes never leaving Miss Beatrice's. After finishing the story, he fell back slowly into his seat and sipped some more of his coffee with a sly grin.<br><br>"So, Miss Beatrice. What do you think of <span class="bbc_u">that</span>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 00:36:39</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting with Max as he spins a yarn ,drinking the devil's brew in the employee commons area. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice sipped her beverage letting it warm her insides and her heart up a few notches ...listening intently to the story . Oh my the woman's eyes grew wide and she leaned closer in some spots ... and shivered and cuddled back into her chair . Keeping herself quite the whole time ...sipping her drink as the man took a deep breath across form her . Oh this was a good little tale with a few twists to it indeed . First she thought maybe the friend was a banshee returned from the dead to eat all those corruptible souls ..to keep him out of returning to the underworld . Oh she had heard of them ....but then as the story neared the end ...it seemed a pack had been made between two young men . <br><br>"So, Miss Beatrice. What do you think of that?"<br><br>Beatrice was beside herself to be quite honest ....that was one drawn out yarn that sent a bit of chills through your bones indeed . As she moved to speak and then shut her mouth , wrinkled her nose as she tried to think of something good to say .<strong> " Well it be darn nice ...that that poor starved man got him a last meal before going to meet his maker ....don't you think Max . "</strong>&nbsp; then she chuckled and leaned forward .<strong> " Your mighty fine in telling a yarn ...gave me goosebumps and chills it sure did ..."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Then since she was so close ...or maybe it was the liquid courage ....she just decided to give it a go . So the woman kissed Maximillian on the lips ...in a soft sweet peck really ...pulling away just a little . As she was rather a bit more over extended in her chair than she probably should be . Swallowing some as her own internal heartbeat rose to a puttering much faster than it had in years . Her face going a little flush ..as her whiskey laid breath was shared with this hard working man before her . Deciding to go forward again and give him the full force of her affections ....well that was the thought out intent . <br><br>However , the woman slipped off the chair ...coming down rather hard on one knee ...the chair being pushed back across the cobblestone flooring . The little remaining in her drink went airborne along with her glass ...and her face ended up right in the man's lap for all to see . Well wasn't anyone down there watching but still an embarrassing moment none the less .&nbsp; As she gasped and moved to place her hands to get herself uplifted , the one hand seeming to capture his ...his ...manhood squeezing it , then realizing what it was let go . <strong>" Ohh my ...terribly ..soorrry ...I ...I .." </strong> as she landed back onto her derriere...then just began laughing . Holding her hand to her chest before her breast fell out the top ... unable to really look at Max . Oh this had not gone well at all ..served her right for drinking the devil's brew and making an unladylike move on the man .&nbsp; <br><br>Then again ...my god he was hung like a horse ...as she gasped for air ...her mind going into the gutter and the desire seemingly not going away . Beatrice&nbsp; had heard that ...a few modifications had been done to the older man by Carla but ...my my ..my ...this was very interesting indeed . Though she was still on the floor at his feet and the room was a spinning a little ...oh hell , she was drunk . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 08:15:53</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - EJ's Chamber - Isis</strong><br><br>Isis clutched EJ close.&nbsp; His tongue continued its assault on her delicate nipples, pointing his tongue, leaving a moist trail around her nipples, circling, teasing, flicking the stiffened peak raised atop her supple breasts.&nbsp; Breathing in her scent, his lips kissed his way from one breast to the other.&nbsp; His warm breath flowed from his nose across her skin and down between their tightly held bodies.&nbsp; His hands began to roam up her thighs, across her firm backside and slowly up to the top of her pants.&nbsp; His hands explored as much for experiencing the contour of her body as they did for an opening to see what lied beneath the fabric.&nbsp; His hands followed the top of her pants around her hips, feeling them flow into her waist until he made his way to the piercings in her navel.&nbsp; His lips and tongue followed the slope of her breasts into the warm valley between them, feeling the smooth, warm skin on his cheeks.&nbsp; Continuing his way down, his tongue found the cluster of raised steel embedded into her flesh and began to trace them with his tongue.<br><br>His hands followed her abdomen back around to her hips, feeling her body rise and fall beneath his body with each breath.&nbsp; The curve of her hips transitioned smoothly into the firm roundness of her backside, leading to the thighs still tightly wrapped around his body.&nbsp; He pulled himself from between her legs, bringing her legs down on either side of him.&nbsp; He brought her fishnet top back across her breasts, returning her modesty.&nbsp; Looking apologetically into her eyes, "I'd like to see more of you when I have more time.&nbsp; These breaks aren't nearly long enough for me to give you the attention you deserve.&nbsp; Lee Chang is most likely on the floor by now and I'd hate to be missing for too long."&nbsp; His eyes took in one last gaze at the feast that laid before his eyes, hands and mind.&nbsp; "I hope you can forgive me and give me a chance to show you how much I've appreciated this little bit of time together.&nbsp; My shift will end later this evening."&nbsp; Hoping she still has enough interest to meet up with him later he begins to massage her calves and works his hands down to massage her feet, hoping to provide a little bit of relief and relaxation.&nbsp; "Our rooms are right next to each other.&nbsp; Maybe we can relax and get to know each other a little better before retiring for the evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ambie</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:06:51</strong>
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				His hands roaming her body gave her a calmness that she had never felt. She felt a warmth grow in her womanhood...she knew that she was moist yet she knew when the time was right, he would free her of the thin leather cloth that covered her from from to rear in her thong/clothing (as it is a one piece). She gasped lightly as her heart beat harder for this moment. She felt him sit up and then her breasts became covered by something...her eyes were still shut as she bit her bottom lip softly still in the moment. <br><br>As she heard his words she froze. She listened in shock and somewhat awe...Hearing his words she slowly came back to reality as Isis knew that she actually should go back as well as she was on her break. Catching her breath and covering plump perky breasts as he looked down, she said to him "That they are. I would like that as well EJ.&nbsp; I feel like we could learn much from each other." She sat up looking at him, his throbbing member like a short sword pointing out at his loosened pants, jumping with each pulse of blood sent to it. She knew that wouldn't just go away anytime soon. She smiled sweetly knew that if he still had that at the bar, she would handle it for him there under the bar. She knew he wouldn't be able to think very well with that much blood rushing away from his brain. "I need to be getting back out to the bar as well..." letting out a sigh "so much work to be done!" <br><br>She lifted her left leg and turned to her right and moved to sit on the side of the bed to fix herself. Getting her top back together, tying it up like it was before, getting the wrap tied back around her neck correctly, she rose from the bed, her backside to him, her round firm bottom parted by the leather thong that was almost off just seconds earlier. Draping herself with the fishnet short shirt-like cloth over her top, she looked back to him, smiled and exited the room smiling at him in a manner that granted him an acceptance to her, whenever, where ever he wished...as far as she was concerned, she was all but his now...but work was calling...who knew what the rest of the evening would bring...<br><br><strong>Isis heading back to the playground</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ClosetFreak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 01:36:25</strong>
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				<strong>EJ - EJ's Chamber - Isis</strong><br><br><strong>"I would like that as well EJ."</strong>&nbsp; The words were music to his ears.&nbsp; The guilt of cutting their encounter short gnawed at him.&nbsp; Time moved very fast on the outside and yet so slowly on the inside when caught in moments of intimacy.&nbsp; She flashed a devilishly sweet smile as she gathered herself and sat up, looking as the rigid member still trapped and throbbing in his pants.&nbsp; He looked down at it, wondering what he was going to do about it.<br><br>He studied her young, firm nubile body as she continued to get dressed.&nbsp; Her movements were slow and graceful, adding to the list of questions running through his mind.&nbsp; She turned to give him a front row seat of her well-formed behind, gently separating the fleshy mounds he desperately wanted to feel again.&nbsp; She fastened the lucky leather strip between her cheeks and around her waist.&nbsp; He watched as she began to walk out of the room.&nbsp; She graced him with one final smile before she left the room.&nbsp; He was left to collect his thoughts and ponder the fate of his hard-on.&nbsp; Maybe she could help him with that.&nbsp; Fastening his pants and trying to strap in his hardness, he heads to the common area to find Beatrice on the floor giggling at Max's feet. He glances quickly at each, smiling, then heads to the Playground (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg4133079#msg4133079).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 22:17:57</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes entering the Employees Chambers</strong><br><br>Victor’s gaze was following the boards of the ground, trying to discern some obvious pattern for the sake of keeping his mind off other things. Why did he feel this way? It was not something he was used to and he really didn’t like it. Never before had he felt lonely and left but for some reason he did now. No matter how many times he told himself that there was no reason to feel such things he continued to. Was it that he had felt a connection with her? Well that was just stupid as he had only been doing his job and yes she had reacted but that didn’t mean anything. “Why am I such a fool?” He muttered to himself, emerging into the common area for the employees.<br><br>His ears picked up two sets of voices and he was wildly amused that the two were still here but then maybe he had not been gone as long as he felt like he had. Shrugging inwardly, he continued to ridicule himself inwardly upset that he had these feelings and pained that he did feel so strongly about them. His lips moved as he walked but no words came out, so focused inwardly that he was not drawing enough breath to utter sounds. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 08:34:31</strong>
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				<b>Maximillian Guntherstadt -- Commons Area -- A disaster of laughable proportions</b><br><br>Max's breath caught in his throat as he watched Miss Beatrice lean forward, and his heart skipped a beat. Even with the scent of whiskey and bitter coffee on her breath, she still smelled rather lovely. (Well actually, no she didn't, but that's simply how taken the man was with her.) The touch of her lips to his sent tingles over his skin. His fists clenched tight in his lap and he nearly pushed through his own chair, he was so anxious to maintain some manner of a good impression.<br><br>Of course, that's when things began to go wrong.<br><br>As she leaned forward, either the chair or her balance - Max couldn't tell which - gave way and sent the poor woman careening to the floor. He could hear the obviously painful *THOMP* of her knee slamming onto the rug beneath the table, as her coffee cup clattered across the floor. What truly...<i>gripped</i> Max's attention, however, was the sudden arrival of Beatrice's face crashing into his lap, and her subsequent attempt to right herself. Even through his thick trousers the touch of her hand on his member was practically electrifying, and his eyes bulged comically in his head. As stunned as he was, Max could not make his lips part, let alone form words, and the only sound the bewildered fellow could manage was a pitched, closed-lipped bellow.<br><br>The entire episode lasted less than a minute, and as Max came back to his senses he realized Miss Beatrice had seemingly lost hers. She sat back on the floor, laughing and giggling uncontrollably as she clutched at her dress, presumably hoping to cling to a few shreds of modesty. The entire thing was patently ridiculous, and within moments Max had joined her in laughter, his own heaving guffaws chasing hers about the room as he imagined what the two of them must have looked like. He wiped away a tear of laughter and stretched out his hand, offering to help her up.<br><br>"<i>Nein</i>, <i>fraulein</i>, please, think nothing of it; that was merely, shall we say, a brief adventure into the absurd, <i>ja</i>?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 18:49:33</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting on the floor at the feet of&nbsp; Max in the employee commons area. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice smiled after she got a hold of her laughter ...a hand moved to wipe a few tears that rolled down her reddish cheeks . A little embarrassed as she let go of his cock or britches ...mean ...well she couldn't very well continue to hold it could she . Max was a love saving her face and all like that ...indeed a good man . As she nodded her head .<strong> "Indeed a trip into the absurd my friend ....good for the soul every so often is it not . " </strong><br><br>As she glanced up from her position on the floor ...liking the idea of trying out more kisses with this man in the future . <strong>" You have wonderful lips anyways ...I might enjoy kissing them more often if you would allow such things . " </strong>Looking down to her hands as she had them folded on her lap . The idea of maybe not always sleeping alone sounded good to her anyways . No one needed to know everything and well indeed Max was endowed enough to make the experience a pleasant one . <br><br><strong>" Twas a good story anyways ...." </strong>this time she moved her legs up under her coming up from her knees in a slower fashion . Using any offered hand by Max to do so . Brushing off her dress some ..as she looked about the place . Nodding to the young man that had entered and seemed to be heading to his room . She not seen him around here maybe a recent hire ...new people were rare but enough to keep things interesting . As she turned to look at Max giving him enough time to ponder her offer ...well maybe she had not been quite as clear as she wanted . <strong>" I enjoy being with you Maximillian ...more than most , I do realize maybe there is an age gap between us but what does that truly matter . Why should we be lonely when it can be more ....I wish it to be more anyways . "</strong>&nbsp; as she didn't know what to do with her hands so the lady placed them behind her and clasped the one hand over her other wrist . <br><br>Now she couldn't be anymore blunt or forward than that as it was not of her nature really ...the man would come along at his own pace anyways . That was the thing with men , they needed time to sort things out ...least the ones worth having and to her Max was one of them sorts . <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 23:36:36</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, bed chambers</strong><br><br>Victor has been pacing his chambers for what seemed like hours. He didn’t know why he was pacing, only that he needed to do it to give him something to do other than stew. Things were not going as he had hoped they would but what else was he really to do? It wasn’t like he had any right to claim anyone and had chided himself countless times for thinking that he could. Stupid ideas that had gotten into his head were now clouding his better judgment. Shaking his head, he paused in step long enough to bang a hand against the wall, frustrated more with himself than with anything else. He needed to get his mind back on the job at hand and prove that he deserved this position. Thought he felt like he might be secure in this place, it still seemed that he had a uphill battle to prove himself and make sure that those that had hired him would not quickly change their mind.<br><br>Glad Victor was when he heard a chiming in his room. At first he did not know what it meant, but as he looked around, he heard it again and noticed a little light that was blinking on the wall next to his door. As he approached to inspect it he noticed a little sign that read ‘Visitor in Lobby’. Understanding that he had work to do, Victor took several breaths to steady him self before rushing off through the halls to get to the front.<br><br><strong>Heading to the front desk</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 02:39:47</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) deciding to give it all a rest ...leaving Max in the employee commons area. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice nodded her head ...it was plainly clear the man wanted no part of her ...or least he wished to think on it some more . Bidding him a fair ado ...she gave a curtsy ... <strong>" Sleep well my friend ..." </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Picking up the bottle she soon realized the rest of the devil's brew was gone and she be needing a bit more or at least she thought so anyways . Taking the empty bottle with her as she would make her way &nbsp;to the Playground . &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg4461924#new)She was a little tipsy but she would never admit it to a single soul . <br><br>The petticoats ruffled and a few times she had to lean on the wall ...to give a bit of moral support for moving forward .&nbsp; Well she might as well be an old maid at this rate , even if she threw herself on a man it seemed to get no where. Just a another shot or two and she would be able to pass out and dream about it anyways . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:22:49</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) walking with Victor into the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>She was still working on what words to use that wouldn't make her sound like a loose woman ..as she let out a heavy sigh and rather cuddled a bit closer as the entered the Employee common's area. The fireplace was winding down for the night and it seemed most had retired from the place for the night ...most everything had been put away. <br><br><strong>" So tell me ..Victor ...what do you enjoy doing ? " </strong> then wrinkled her nose some ... <strong>" I mean in your free time ? Hobbies ?&nbsp; " </strong> as she thought maybe some light conversation would be a good distraction . Though she couldn't help but move her hand downwards ...oh lord the man had a tight firm ass . She couldn't seem to stop meading her fingers into his buttocks . <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 23:03:32</strong>
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				<strong>Victor with Beatrice, interested...</strong><br><br>Victor had been quite pleased when Beatrice had willingly taken his hand and allowed him to escort her to her room. He felt that she had enjoyed enough of the brew for one night and really didn't want to allow such a lovely lady to make a fool of herself by passing out or wrecking the playground. Smiling happily, he had taken it slow in leading her, not wanting rush her as she seemed to have enough trouble discerning the correct foot to step with.<br><br>Hearing her question, he was about to answer when he suddenly felt a hand upon his ass. At first he thought it a drunken accident but then he felt her actually groping and he had to chuckle. What on earth was she up to? Shaking his head, he looked at her casually. "Well other than have lovely ladies feel up my ass, I can't say that I am all the interesting. I have a love for exploring but that is hardly a free time exercise. What about you? Anything interesting about Beatrice that does not include the devil's brew or my ass?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 05:07:57</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) walking with Victor into the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>Oh his words stung in her mind some ...as the woman's face turned red ...her hand pulled away and she stepped back from him. A little too drunk to be embarrassed but that didn't really stop the Irish blood from a heating up . Mean she couldn't really say too much now could she ....damn guilty she was . As she lifted that finger and teetered a bit ...<strong>" I will have you be knowing ..there Sir ...I not one to partake in the devils brew that often ..." </strong><br><br>Then since the wiggling finger was making her eyes blur a bit ....she huffed and put her hands behind her ..leaning forward . <strong>" Besides ...ifin your ass wasn't so firm and hard it wouldn't be a tempting a fine lady like me ..." </strong> then after rethinking what all had come out her mouth ...smirking ..as she meant to only think the next part but a communication issue was to be had since the shut off valve was not working . <strong>" Makes a girl wonder a bit too much ..."&nbsp; </strong>as she giggled and bowed her head stumbling forward a little as she landed it on his chest ...oh the scent of him , the arousal already drawn up and the idea having been planted early in her mind of wanting the touch of a man that night . <br><br>As she pulled her head up and looked into his eyes ..those lips of his so close anyways ...as her hands rolled up his back . The feel of his flesh ...as she lifted up onto her tip toes ...her heart beating ...the pulse between her legs of want creating an ache ...and here was this fine young man that could maybe, just maybe make it all go away . <strong>" wonder what it would feel like to be laying naked next to a man as firm and hard as yourself ..." </strong> she pressed up against him was he hard , did he want her in this half drunken state that was shutting her mind down and letting the needs and desire come to the surface. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 23:00:04</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes with Beatrice, considering the offer</strong><br><br><br>Victor found his mouth hanging open at her blatant proposal. Never before had he been around a woman that would so boldly offer to be naked around him and in bed. Every word that came across his mind fell apart on his tongue. Her scent was filling his every breath and he found his head starting to spin. Damn it had been a long time since he had enjoyed the soft comfort of a lady’s form. <br><br>Suddenly nervous that they were speaking about such things in such a public location, he glanced around to make sure that they were alone. Certain that they were quite alone, he looked into her eyes, having to clear his throat several times to try and find the proper words. “Well… we can find out if you so desire…”<br><br>Building his nerve a little with the words, he wrapped an arm around her, meaning to turn her about. In doing so, he shifted and his lips accidentally brushed hers. It was like a shock of lightning and before he knew it, he had her lips captured with his. His toned muscles flexed and he pushed against her.<br><br>They were against the counter then, his lips capturing hers over and over as his desire was building. With each kiss he recalled how long it had been since he had enjoyed the carnal pleasures of the flesh. Perhaps it was the earlier abandonment that was pushing him on, he really didn’t care. Hands grabbing her ass now, he lifted her onto the counter and pushed his muscled form between thighs, sliding her dress up though he doubted he would easily find her form beneath all those frills and frocks. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 00:50:42</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) walking with Victor into the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well… we can find out if you so desire…”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Beatrice glanced up into his eyes ...the words echoed in her head as she felt her own legs going weak ...he was accepting . What ?&nbsp; blinking as his arm wrapped around her seemingly she had taken several steps backwards but as those lips of this unknown stranger brushed her lips a tingling sensation rolled through her body like a spasm that could not be contained . Then it happened he returned those lips after having drawn out her breath with such a sigh it was unbelievable that this Irish lass could feel her own pussy pulsing with an ache now so demanding it flooded the mind overriding everything else . <br><br>His lips pressed hard causing her heart beat to seemingly explode ...oh yes , she wanted this more than anything . His hands lowering to her ass as he lifted her body upwards placing her on the counter right here for all to see. She couldn't help herself as her own hands massaged and caressed into his flesh ...yanking up his shirt as she moaned out into the room . No reasoning was getting through now ...as his hands moved to her thighs playing with the many layers of protection she wore for just this occasion. She squirmed on the counter-top ..feeling her own panties becoming moist as she gasped with the release of his lips from her own . <br><br>His muscular structure seemed to be never-ending as hi abs seemed just as chiseled as that ass she was gripping earlier . His hardness pressed against her body and the images of the size of him flooded her mind almost to a frightening level ...for Beatrice had not been with many a man. Saving herself for some white knight and it had been years since she had wished for wanted the full rough touch of a man ...and victor was fitting the bill that was for sure.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>" Wee ...we ..."</strong>&nbsp; ummm she moaned as she moved to kiss his lips again ...lifting her ass upwards as she moved her hands downward to work the buckle opening those trousers . Her hand greedily moving inside rounding him to grip his ass cheeks ...not a touch to his cock , not yet ...she was exploring his wonderful body. Not one inch of resistance as the next kiss seemed filled with a passion and the need she had verbally expressed seemed to be releasing like that of animalistic lust . Fingernails digging into him as his fingers worked their way to her undergarments , thigh high nylons a garter some protective gear ..all covering a simple satin set of panties that were growing wetter . Jesus she had a hardened piece blocking his way like that of a chastity belt ..with gears and that though his fingers seemed to somehow be finding the right places but just not complete to remove the contraption . <br><br>Pulling back from his lips again as she tilted her head back panting as she could no longer help but squirm and whimper ...the resistance speaking up but being silenced as her hand pulled back and ended up touching the tip of his cock .<strong> " Oh god ...get the thing off me ..."</strong> she cried out though trying so hard to muffle her own noises . The tips of her fingers rolling over the soft tip of his manhood. <strong>" ummmm myyyy ...yes ...so ...hard .."</strong>&nbsp; the hand lowering caressing down the shaft , spilling it out from his trousers wanting to reach the base of it . Touch his heavy laden balls ...if he could remove the device she was his for the taking . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 02:27:13</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, helping Beatrice relieve her ache</strong><br><br>Victor’s fingers hand gone exploring as they kissed, his curiosity rising and his desire to match her touches. A deep groan of desire rolled from his lips when her hand firmly gripped his cock. Damn it had been too long and his cock revealed it by throbbing wildly against her hand, more than eager to be used by the soft hands of a woman. <br><br>He found her chastity belt garment, or at least that was what he thought it was. The thought had him a bit worried as he was not sure he would be able to tone down his animal lust enough to be gentle for a virgin. With a groan, he tried to blindly find the proper sequence to get the thing off. His grown turned to a growl and suddenly he grabbed her hips through the fabric of her petticoats and gowns.<br><br>Muscles flexing, he lifted her up, turned and dropped her roughly upon the table. Metal plates and goblets scattered to the floor with a clatter. Pushing her back, he shoved her gowns up to reveal the device that was keeping him out. His artificial eye focused on it, quickly discovering the proper gears and he went to work upon them until it clicked with release. <br><br>A dark smile upon his face, his right hand reached out to tangle in her hair, pulling her up to a sitting position as he captured her lips in a savage, hungry kiss. His tongue shot into her mouth, painting the inside of it with his taste, wanting to make sure that she would get drunk on his taste and forget all about the devil’s brew coursing through her system. With his lips eagerly devouring hers, he pushed between her thighs, free hand, shoving the gowns out of the way and tugging her panties aside until his pulsing tip pressed against the wet lips of her pussy.<br><br>A soft, hungry growl rolled through his body and into the kiss. His hips rocked and he penetrated her, his cock pushing into her velvet sheath. The sensation of her walls, so tightly clamped around him, made him groan with even more hunger. Firm ass flexing, he shoved his hips forward and buried his entire length inside her, completely focused on fucking her and not caring that they were now in the middle of the room, completely on display for anyone that happened to pass by.<br><br>He couldn’t wait for her to adjust. Damn it he needed to unleash all the pent up energy that had been burning in his loins since he had stepped into this place. It was the energy of the dome, a tension that he had never experienced. It demanded that he ravaged this willing woman, that he take his carnal pleasures from her and leave her panting and mewing in a puddle of orgasmic delight. With that train of thought he began to thrust, quick, hard thrust that saw him burying himself deep inside her inviting sex. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 03:08:00</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) forgetting herself completely with Victor in the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>Beatrice barely had much time to think ...not that at this point that was the part of her that was in control anyways . As Victor managed to get the contraption off the heat between these two was increasing as her mouth reached to find his no longer caring who could walk in and see them . The woman needed him and his rough hands told her all she needed to know about his desires. Squeezing his cock ...and being lifted and placed down hand on the counter top ...as she gasped for air feeling her clothes being pushed to one side or the other . <br><br>His one hand held a handful of her hair as he pulled her upwards towards him ...the kiss so hard and passionate it sent chills through her body that only wanted to be stuffed and fucked till she screamed out into the room. She could barely talk as she panted and squirmed as the ache and wetness grew . His cock so hard seemed to ram up inside her finding it's mark easily once he had those legs of hers parted wide . The hard grind as his cock pressed so deep up into it's mark filling her completely . Breaking the kiss as she gasped and moaned out ..moving her hips to greet his rough entry as they seemed to become like animals that could do nothing else. <br><br>Her fingernails dug into his back as the man began to pull back and slam up into her body over and over ... the petticoats seemed to come to life as they moved with the passionate sway . She was so tight and yet his cock slammed up into her pussy sending the vibrations of wild tingles that seemed to reach down into her very soul . That part of her that she kept locked away moved to the surface the wanton whore that desired it all .<strong> " oh yes ...take me ..."</strong>&nbsp; she moaned out massaging up his backside ...one hand lowering to squeeze that tight ass as his pants fell to his ankles . <br><br>Each stroke of his long shaft seemed to be more forceful than the last as her sweet pussy took the pounding the woman lifting up to hold herself steady to receive more . Bucking back and gasping as she moaned out loudly into the room ...biting then down onto his shoulder . Hell it seemed the whole counter was moving ..her own breasts slowly emerging out of the top of the corset that fought to contain them . The hard thrusts burying his cock as the tip began to find that sweet g-spot that had the woman soon panting and her legs quivering as those knees tried to press inward to hold him at bay . <br><br>The rougher he got the more she seemed to enjoy it ...meeting his every thrust with a roll of her hip ...oh this was indeed just the thing she had been longing for , needing. The inner muscles tightening down as she could not help herself though there was no stopping this young buck as he tightened that ass of his and seemed to be taking out every pent up frustration as he drove his manhood forcing her to open up more and more for him . The wetness growing as that ache was so close to exploding all over his shaft . Even the noise of there energetic forced union seemed to echo in the room as Beatrice it seemed was not a quiet woman when in the thralls of wild sex.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>" ohh yes ....soooooo cllloooossee .....harder ...fuck me harder ...." </strong> as he moans and panting grew in volume ..such a naughty whore she seemed at this moment . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 08:24:02</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, ravaging Beatrice in the Common Area</strong><br><br>Victor could not believe how amazing her pussy was, how tight and wet it was around his thick cock. Every thrust she seemed to eagerly take and so he gave her everything and more, slamming up into her, her sweet moans and cries of pleasure only encouraging him on. Fuck he didn’t care if the whole damn place heard them or found them. Sure it might mean the loss of his job but it had been far too long since he had had a good fuck and she was perfect.<br><br>Her moaned words caught his ear and he growled deeply. Suddenly he pulled out of her, yanking her from the counter. With a few quick steps, he pushed her against the table, bending her over it. His hips smacked against her ass roughly, making her drag her recently freed nipples across the hard surface of the wood table. Growling with desire, his hands roughly shoved petticoat and gown aside until he found that sweet ass.<br><br>The sight of that dripping little pussy made him smirk and he studied it for a second, putting it to memory before he slammed home again, driving her against the rough edge of the table. Reaching up, he grabbed her hair, tugging her head up, silently demanding her to scream out and project her pleasure to the whole of the room as he ravaged her sweet pussy from behind. Fuck, if they kept this up he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 08:52:13</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) forgetting herself completely with Victor in the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>The man's growl caught the woman off guard as his hand tightened it grip n her hair ...his other arm seemed to round her body as he squeezed hold of her petticoats, ass cheek. The adrenaline rush seemed to have her lifted up off the counter as her eyes went wide ...holding onto him but as he seemed to of pulled out of her now , flipping her round as her hands could do nothing more but grab hold of the table. It was all spinning ...the room ...as he shoved the remains of her dress upwards and underneath . <br><br>Her ass now in the air ...her toes barely touching the floor ..as his hand gripped her hard and pulled her back towards the edge of that large table. Her full bosom pressed down into the table ..the corset pushing them upwards now trapped to have her nipples drug over the grain of the thick wood . Gasping as she tried to resist a bit unsure of what he had planned . To no avail though as his cock seemed to be shoved up deep inside her wet dripping cunt with one fierce thrust and that hand in her hair pulled back making her arch. <br><br>The top of her thigh area dug into the rounded edge of the table top as he began again this time seemingly to have more leverage .Each pounding thrust showing her exactly who was in control of this act as this stranger drove his hard pulsing cock up deep inside over and over . She couldn't help the moans that emerged ..gasping for air as he seemed to be doing just what she asked fucking her harder and harder. The slapping sounds of their bodies as they meet ...her ass cheeks jiggled as she lifted up more with her legs spread so wide . <br><br>So hard to buck back up onto him but she wanted to prove that he didn't have all the control ...she was giving herself into this just as much. Wanting to feel that hard shaft pounding up into her cunt ..as it swelled from this wild animalistic behavior . The crazy part was she didn't care it seemed to have the opposite effects of her words normally spoken my Lord it had been so many years since she had felt the passion of a man that desired her this badly. She wanted it ..wanted to be treated like a harlot and some common whore . The flickering of the fire across the way as it cast the silhouette of their union onto the wall . <br><br>She was panting now ...elevating higher and higher ..as her pussy began to spasm on his cock ..those muscles tightening down around him as she wanted to give him ever bit of resistance that could be muster . Using her hands to push off the table as she began to buck back onto him ..juices dripping out her cunt now and down onto his heavy balls. Sweet wet slapping sounds and she gave no sign of tiring ..as waves of pleasure rolled through her body . She would most likely be bruised and sore at this rate as each thrust drove her into the edge of the table . Gasping for air ...<strong>" ummm gooooddddd God ..yes ...fuck your little whore ...."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Almost disbelieving the words spoken out her mouth but in saying them seemed to set her soul free to enjoy every minute of it . His one hand squeezing her ass cheeks ...she could only pray he would spank her for her dirty mouth . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 23:33:12</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, ravaging Beatrice upon the table</strong><br><br>Victor was about to lose himself in the primal urges of his body, a groan of pleasure rolling off his parted lips. His eyes had closed in the sweet bless of fucking this little whore against the table. Damn it felt good to be pounding a tight little cunt and making the girl moan like the whore she was. Every time he felt her little cunt getting tighter he only fucked her harder, the toned muscled of his body driving into her without signs of tiring any time soon. He was determined that she was going to be sore when all was said and done.<br><br>The words she muttered brought a smile to his face and he opened his eyes, fires burning in his real eye. Suddenly his right hand, the one that had been squeezing her fine ass, lifted and came down hard against her jiggling flesh, the smack filling the room. The feel of her flesh under his hard hands was even more blissful that he had suspected and he knew that one would just not be enough. Slamming into her tight cunt, he brought his hand down against her ass again and again, feeling the flesh welt and burn with the sting of his heavy hand against her pale skin.<br><br>Her orgasm didn’t make him relent in the least. Victor could honestly confess that he really didn’t care about her pleasure at the moment. She was his and he had control. The grip of his hand in her hair proved it, keeping her head pulled back so that he could hear every pleasured scream that came from those lips, wanting to make sure that she broadcast to all what a wanton whore she was. When he felt her push on the table to try and move back against him he grabbed her ass and shoved her against it again, demand silently that she submit to him and take his cock willingly. He didn’t need her to move, he didn’t want to her to move. He was going to pound that little pussy until she either collapsed or he finished.<br><br>Once he had her back into the position he desired he resumed his spanking, his hand landing heavily upon her ass once again, the reasons a mixture of enjoyment and punishing her for trying to make this about her. A deep growl rolled through him as he looked down at her bouncing form, his smile only growing as he fucked her. He was going to make sure that she never forgot what it was like to be under his control…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 05:31:08</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) forgetting herself completely with Victor in the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice could not believe it ...really the man shoved her back into place his tight grip on her hair pulled her head back farther . Before she could even register it all ...his hand cracked down on her ass cheek and sound of it echoed through the room . Oh she had never allowed such a thing ...still his cock pounded up into her pussy as it had been since he first started. As she moaned out gasping jerking her ass up some just as his hand came down again on the other side of her ass . <br><br>The stinging red print ..as he drove up into her tingled and stung ..but the pleasure of it really overrode everything . It felt so damn good to be treated like a whore and that part of her that was locked up on most days never to be heard from was crying out loudly now . As her whimpering moans filled the room ...the strangers balls slapped at her flesh and his hand seemed to be punishing her ass for moving . Took everything she could to hold the position he was demanding now up on her tip toes ..leg muscles tight as she was spread wide and bent over . <br><br>She could hear his panting and feel his breath exhaling on her neck ...as the whole body lifted with each hard pressed thrust . It was as if her nipples were conducting the orchestra only it was her own mixture of pants and moans that filled the room . Again his hand come down on her pearly white ass ...though it had now taken on a nice red welted raised hue now . The woman's pussy swollen as the inner portion of her cunt clamped down and as he seemed to push and pull that hard throbbing cock up even deeper with such long strokes . He had already managed to make her orgasm several times ..one right after another his cock and balls had to be coated with her juices. Hell who knew she might even be making a puddle on the floor . <br><br>Her legs were growing weaker as the top of her thighs were being driven into the table ...seemingly his growling anger was subsiding or maybe he was just about to cum . As her hand reached up and squeezed her breast ...pinching her own nipple . As she beckoned to him .....<strong> " Cum ...Cum all over my red welted ass ...." </strong> her voice barely audible now as her body just submitted completely to his will letting him take her without mercy . Too defiant to ask for him to stop wanting to feel his mighty release and hear his voice change in the joy of that feeling . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 05:38:13</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, marking Beatrice upon the table</strong><br><br>Damn he was close. Why the hell was he so close already? A growl rolled through him at the realization that he was about to finish even though he wanted to continue to punish this secret whore and make her reveal her true colors to the rest of the Pleasure Dorm. His hand did not relent as it landed hard one either side of her, turning those jiggling little cheeks rosy with hard welts. <br><br>Her suggestion did in fact sound quite pleasing to him. Normally he would have wanted to pump his hot cum deep into the whore and make her carry his seed around but she had a good idea. Plus he felt that perhaps she would offer him more once they had retired to a more private location. With a deep growl, he seemed to go slightly crazy, pounding her tight little cunt harder, driving himself further along towards his release.<br><br>Finally he yanked his wildly throbbing cock from her folds, grabbing the slick length and giving a few quick jerks to push it the rest of the way. Another deep groan of pleasure rolled from him as his cock pulsed and he shot thick ropes of cum all over her cute, red ass. His eyes were glazed and half shut as he went through a series of spasms, jerking about and partly watching as he covered the welts he had made with burning cum. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 05:32:46</strong>
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				<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) forgetting herself completely with Victor in the Employee Common's area. </strong><br><br>As the man pulled out ...Beatrice could feel the pulsing throbs of her swollen pussy as if it begged to have that firm shaft back deep inside. Her mind seemingly to go rather numb as the time of absence of him made her heart race ...she was rather left in a state of panting as her body seemed weak from the abuse it had just been dished out. The woman's ass cheeks were welted and the stinging ache of heat there mixed with the pleasures that dripped from her folds. Still she could not speak as his hand still held a firm grip of her hair though the arch of her back was lowered some as the woman's eyes closed . Trying to swallow now as the dryness of her throat was being realized. <br><br>Suddenly the man behind her seemed to be releasing his pent up frustrations onto the cheeks of her ass ...which she only barely remembered requesting . Each dose of seed being projected out of his hard cock landed splattering out a coolness that though sticky seemed a relief to the soreness from those hard felt spankings that had been dished out . Over and over it seemed ..more was added and she lifted upwards welcoming the feeling as a whimpered moan filled the room ...satisfied that she had aided in this closure. <br><br>Though her mind took in his calming growls ...not really wanting it to be over ...though the idea of rubbing that cum into her ass to further soothe the reddening heat excited her . Wondering what it must look like his cum all creamy white and displayed against her welted up skin with a reddened hue . Oh to only have a mirror , still she held perfectly still waiting till he finished for the last time it seemed clear this stranger enjoyed being in charge of his counterpart to an extreme measure . Not that she was complaining any ....rolling her tongue over her dry lips . <br><br>Maybe she could offer to retire to his chambers to clean him off with her tongue in hopes that this strong man might hold her in his arms in the end . Maybe there would be a round two even ...as her prior drunken state seemed to of sobered some . Beatrice had longed this night to feel a man ..this had been rough but maybe since the urgency felt by both had been taken care of ...maybe a softer lovemaking might follow . A tremble ran through her body as she felt his hand leaving her hair . Unsure really if she should turn ...or not she spoke out softly ...<strong> " ummmm ...my sweet Victor ...if you desire ...might we retire to your chambers so I might properly clean you ..."</strong>&nbsp; turning then to look upon his face . <strong>" far too many clothes on to ...continue ..."</strong>&nbsp; as her eyes mellowed some and looked at him almost begging with the want to be held. Would he deny her now ....she had no idea and yet prepared for it . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Steampunk - Pleasure Dome - Employee Chambers </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 15:15:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;The Next Day .....<br><br>&nbsp;The kitchen workers were up early ....and a batch of sausage gravy and fresh biscuits were laid out for the employees as they awoke course there was a heated griddle where eggs could be made to their delight as well and as always a nice sized batch of fried tatters with onions . A bowl of fresh fruit and a nice pot of coffee along with a pitcher of fresh drawn milk . The feast laid out for all to enjoy as a full belly made content workers . <br><br>&nbsp;Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) , however , was no where in sight as she was still in her bed chambers snuggled up to the pillows . Which was a bit unusual and had a few of the staff talking about the noises they had heard the night before coming from the commons area. Most were dismissing the fact that whomever it was surly not Beatrice but it made a good round of gossiping in the early morning hours . 
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