We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 08:29:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://urhistory.richmond.edu/images/section_headers/sub_architecture.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">List of classes and activities found at Jerkins:</span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Performance Stage</li><li>Theatre</li><li>Music-Ensemble</li><li>Dance Studio</li><li>Dance Classes</li><li>Ballet Classes</li><li>Gymnasium</li></ul><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">LIST OF OOC/IC LINKS</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Whrt-new2.png)</div><hr><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">We Have Rights Too Game Map &amp; Links</span></span></em><br></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC LINKS: sheets, announcements, casting couch, paper trails, etc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;GM announcements and Events schedules&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247302.0)<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>WHRT discord: For your plotting needs (https://discord.gg/ZPYrb9zs)</li><li>WHRT: OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246260.0)</li><li>WHRT: Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.0)</li><li>WHRT: Master list (names, genders and sexualities ABC's) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247893.0)</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Paper Trails: Shipping threads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246514.0)</li><li>In.Queery.Y: Casting Couch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247002.0)</li><li>Face Claim and Game Stats (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247304.msg15684853#msg15684853)</li><li>WHRT Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246259.0)</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OTHER IN CHARACTER THREADS FOR POSTING NOT ON MAP</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>L I N K&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 08:54:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s.yimg.com/uu/api/res/1.2/ga2TdXlw7FyXoZN48j6UbQ--/aD0zODA7dz02NzU7c209MTthcHBpZD15dGFjaHlvbg--/https://s.yimg.com/cd/resizer/2.0/FIT_TO_WIDTH-w675/b9a71b97470a17fca9199891588dcf31d0dc368c.jpg)</div>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze <br>Location: Dance studio<br>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br>Mood: Eclectic and sexy ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDhRlm0C1n0 )<br><br>The dance studio's wall mirror reflected the redheaded woman's dancing, her moves strong, sure, and precise. She rolled around on the floor, gyrated, swung her shoulders, and flipped her hair about like something out of a music video. Her moves were almost liquid-smooth and sweat poured off her body, soaking her shirt, but she paid it no mind. Hair stuck to her neck and forehead a little, but was continuously throw away from the skin by the moves of the dancer. The music thumped loud from the sound system, a pleasant discovery, and was set at the perfect volume so that she could feel the base notes in her chest. It only encouraged her to dance more, and she couldn't stop - the music had her and she was kicking and moving.<br><br>The door had been left unlocked in case someone else wanted to come in, and there was plenty of room. She knew she was getting tired, she'd been here an hour already, and she was going to have to get something to eat soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 09:53:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black<br>basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Domino's head was bobbing to the heavy beat playing through her own earbuds as she strolled along but the moment she neared the dance studio she felt the conflicting beats fill her. It wasn't out of the ordinary to come upon another person using the studio but in the few times she had it tended to be that instrumental shit her mother liked that often left Domino cold and unmoved. In this case though she was able to recognize Beyonce when she heard it and the moment she did she found herself too curious to simply pass the studio by without poking her head in. <br><br>Having just come from playing a pick up game of basketball, Domino was feeling pretty mellow. She wanted a burger--no carb watching for this bitch!--and then a shower followed by a nap that preferably included a nice pair of breasts on which to pillow her head. However, she was in no particular rush to get to these things and so paused outside the door to the studio. Pulling her headphones free and tucking them into the top of her already sweat soaked beater, she reached out and opened the door enough to poke her head inside. She wasn't sure what she expected to find but stacked redhead rolling around on the ground in some killer fucking heels definitely hadn't been an option.<br><br>"Daaaaaaaayummmmm..." The murmured exclamation wasn't really audible over the music but it didn't matter anyway. She'd only meant to peek in but how in the hell was she supposed to turn and walk away from this? Exactly. She wasn't. And for that reason she went ahead and stepped just inside the door to pull it up behind her while she watched. Her eyes tracked the redhead's movements easily and even through the haze of 'gotdamn' she could appreciate the skill on display. Which was why the moment the dance ended, Domino went ahead did that stupid one person clapping thing. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 20:16:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s.yimg.com/uu/api/res/1.2/ga2TdXlw7FyXoZN48j6UbQ--/aD0zODA7dz02NzU7c209MTthcHBpZD15dGFjaHlvbg--/https://s.yimg.com/cd/resizer/2.0/FIT_TO_WIDTH-w675/b9a71b97470a17fca9199891588dcf31d0dc368c.jpg)</div>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze <br>Location: Dance studio<br>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br>Mood: Eclectic and sexy ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDhRlm0C1n0 )<br>Tagging: Domino, open<br><br>Snow nearly jumped six feet when she heard the applauding behind her. Expecting it to be a smartass guy and therefore worthy of her wrath, she turned and instead laid eyes on one of the most sexy fucking brunettes she'd ever laid eyes on - and she was smiling at <em>her.</em> Snow flushed, then thought, <em>Obviously, the nasty girl route hasn't worked, and I'm never going to get anywhere by staying silent. And but god-DAYUM, I need to get laid!</em> and returned the smile. She turned, posed, and then bowed elegantly. "Thank you, thank you! I'm here 'til Friday!" she joked, then straightened and smiled, moving to turn the music off. Once done, she moved to the woman, heels clicking, and figured introductions were appropriate. "Hey! I didn't see you come in! Did you need the studio for a bit?" The body of the brunette made Snow's mouth water. UUUUUUNF, what was it about women like her with those killer legs that just made her want to throw them open and make the woman scream? The thought of making this beauty scream her name made the sizzle of lust pour through her body, and she shifted, covering it with a smile. "I can always go to headphones, if you like." Her eyes flickered, noticing the tattoo on the edge of her right palm. She had hers, as well, but they were generally well-covered because of her mom's nonsense, and she made it a point to look at that beautiful face and deep bistre eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 19:07:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/t71w5k.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name: Lucius Tamaros<br>Age: 31<br>Orientation: Bi<br>Placement: Professor of Music, band and choir leader<br>Tag: Ebony, open for now</strong></div><br>Sweat poured down Lucius' body as he pounded away at the punching bag. His movements were methodical and calculated, no energy wasted on his strikes. He moved smoothly, delivering a flurry of four strikes that would have put down a full-grown man if they'd hit a person. His dark eyes sharpened as he relaxed from it, then went to the weight lifting equipment. He'd worked on his lower body and striking, worked on his obliques and abs, now it was time to lift and work on his back, shoulders, and arms. First, barbells.<br><br>He set his towel neatly across the lifting seat and picked up the 40-lb. barbells, then got into place. Ensuring that his posture was correct, he began to lift outward from his sides, beginning at the thighs and lifting in a butterfly formation, his chest, back, shoulders and arms tightening and rippling with the movement. He was trying to work on five reps of twenty-five, and although he was pretty sure he wouldn't make it, he'd keep trying until he did. As he worked, he let his mind wander to other things, tuning out the pain that was beginning to work in his body. <br><br>He really was hoping for a better showing of students than what he'd had so far, but he was still hopeful that he'd have some talent show up. He was really hoping for a good violinist or at least someone who'd want to learn to play, and he still needed a drummer and a a few more in the brass section. He was also needing a good tenor or two, as well as a really, really good baritone...<br><br>The tittering of giggles brought him out of his reverie, and he noticed the gaggle of girls on the other side of the window that were staring and whispering amongst themselves. There were also a couple of guys that were looking. Completely unashamed, he smiled at all of them, that lopsided smile that had broken many hearts in the old schools he used to attend. He was trying not to get involved with students if he could, but goddamn, what was a man supposed to do? All these girls were beautiful, the men equally so, and every single one of them knew how to work what they had. <em>Well, as a song had once said, hold the head steady, I'll milk the cow,</em> he thought. Trying to behave himself, he turned back to the workout at hand, then put the barbells down. He'd lost count, and if he were completely honest with himself, his lusts were driving him to distraction. <br><br>He moved to the lift machine and placed the weights to a few hundred pounds, then lay down on the seat that was designed to keep his back straight. Sighing, he wiped his hands and then rolled his towel up, placing it near the base of his back - better, he thought. Now he wouldn't be as apt to hurt his back. He popped in his earbuds and cranked the volume, then placed his hands on the lift points, took a deep breath, and was soon working up a sweat again. The burn in his muscles just simply wasn't burning away his desires. <em>I've got to get some relief, and soon.</em> he mused to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 20:41:13</strong>
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				(http://i64.tinypic.com/b8367n.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> gay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lucius Tamaros, [Open for now]<br><br><hr><hr><br><br>A boy sat alone in an empty part of the studio, and would gaze upon himself in the reflective surface of the mirror. Blue eyes showed no worry, nor fear, only a passion that was rarely seen-- it was a truthful passion, that lingered just beneath of his painted face. His outfit was dark-- a white long-sleeved shirt covered with a black vest; which went down to a black (almost too short) pleated skirt. His smooth, creamy legs glittered in the light of the room, and a pair of black leather heels would rest upon his feet. Upon his neck sat a necklace with a music note, and in his hands rested a strange black case. <br><br>This would be his first time cracking it at this school. Hidden within the case was his treasure, his emotion, and the truth of his soul. Slowly, he would open that case-- the musty smell rising up to his nostrils, and it would bring with it a strange nostalgia. His red-painted lips curled into a smile, and as the memory of his first time played in his mind, he would reach into the case and pull out a white violin. The sharp, contrasting black upon it glimmered in the light, and his fingers would caress it, as he got it into position. <br><br>He pulled the bow across the strings with eyes closed, and the delicate hiss would turn into an enchanting memory. Ebony lost himself within it-- his body moving as he played his own theme, and freed his soul from bondage. It was almost an orgasmic experience, and as the music lulled him into a trance, he would lose himself in a world of his own. Soon, his world would expand-- the quite little room would become a playground for the melody, and as it bounced off of the walls, it almost sounded like a symphony. <br><br>His face contorted and shifted with the rise and fall of the tune, conveying, without words, a story of subtle heartbreak-- it was almost mesmerizing to watch. He seemed to channel another person, and as the pain and sorrow rose with the high-notes, that same hurt would reflect upon the boy's soft features. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 21:41:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/t71w5k.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name: Lucius Tamaros<br>Age: 31<br>Orientation: Bi<br>Placement: Professor of Music, band and choir leader<br>Tag: Ebony, open for now</strong></div><br>Finishing the reps, Lucius sat up and grabbed his stuff, hitting the showers. He came out of the bathrooms a short while later, clean, his hair washed, dried, and hanging free down his back. He was dressed in a pair of well-fitted black jeans and black sandals, complete with a close-fitting black tank top and was fishing for his car keys when his trained ear caught the high, sweet sound of a violin playing. And whoever was playing it was good - he could sense the sadness in it, the pain. He followed the sound to the music studio, looking through the window's glass. A young man (the reflection showed him, but he was more androgynous than anything - he'd had enough experience to tell the difference) was playing in the studio, the classical piece note-perfect and sweet. Quietly, softly, he stepped in and let the door fall closed behind him, catching the handle to ensure it didn't disturb the player. <br><br>Taking a place against a wall, he leaned against it on one shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest, simply listening. The notes were resounding and lovely, the sound bittersweet and sad. It spoke of love and loss and the frailest of birds, trapped in a cage of the human shell. He found tears coming to his eyes, and smiled. <em>I do believe I've found my violinist. Now, just to convince him to play for me, and maybe even the band classes....</em> He waited until the song had concluded, then he couldn't stop himself - he applauded softly, his musical voice rich and mellifluous. "Magnificent! Truly beautiful!" He stood and smiled, slowly moving toward the gorgeous man. The white hair was such a perfect contrast, and the blue eyes regarded him closely. "Forgive me, I heard you playing and couldn't help but seek its source." He extended a hand to Ebony's. "My name is Lucius Tamaros. Professor Tamaros. I'm the school's new music teacher, and I'm going to be direct, if I may?" Waiting for his nod, he continued. "Yours is a talent that's amazing, and I can hear so much in your music. But what would you say to formal training? Would you be willing to let me help you grow as a performer and, more importantly, be able to speak through the music to tell your story?" His dark eyes held a calm kindness in them, and by looking, one would be able to see the undisguised warmth and kindness. If one knew what to look for, they would see another thing - desire, smouldering and soft.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 22:49:34</strong>
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				(http://i64.tinypic.com/b8367n.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> gay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Lucius Tamaros, [Open for now]<br><br><hr><hr><br>His sorrow-filled song reached a happy peak-- maybe, happy wasn’t the right word. The way the tones seemed to blend together made it feel complete, and free from the sorrow that it once had. It was almost as if the song had found it’s ‘relief’, and was able to move on to another place. The last drag of the bow was met with a powerful exhale, and the boy would literally seem to be panting from such an expressive performance-- by such a powerful feeling, and movement. He loved it when it was like this,; and when he was in the moment, he felt as if his music was almost a spiritual experience. <br><br>His blue-hues would seem to slide upon, and the sound of clapping would cause him to immediately turn towards their maker. The slightest of hues seemed to grace his cheek, and although his body took on an air of confidence, he felt a little shy playing in front of an ‘audience’. “Uh...Thank you…?” It came out as move of a question, and as the other male walked towards him, he couldn’t help but take in his appearance. God...He looked so strong. This man had a strange spiritual feel about him, and his body seemed to almost ooze a primal sensation-- on top of that, his eyes seemed kind and expression. It would seem that Ebony had been staring for a little while…<br><br>When he introduced himself, the boy would tear himself away from his admiration-- after a little shake of his head, he would extend his own fragile hand, and grip the other’s in a firm shake. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The corners of his painted mouth would curl into a smile, and those almost innocent hues would meet with the strong hues of the professor. “Go for it; I like direct.” Ebony would comment, and would move away from the other to place his instrument away. <br><br>He blushed as the other praised his playing-- which, surprisingly, was one place that he didn’t act boastful. He loved his music, but there was so much talent out there, that the androgynous boy felt a little out of their league. “Formal training…?” He repeated, and his gaze would linger upon his violin. <br><br>He rose to his feet, and his gaze would once more find the hues of the other male. The boy stared at them-- it was almost as if he was searching in them, before he would make a response. Finally, with his case held in front of his skirt, he would begin to speak. “I...Do you think I can do it?” He would ask; his voice sounding a little unsure. Damn...Why was he acting so nervous? He turned his gaze away from the other male, and that blush would seem to grow darker by the second. He stared at himself, and silently cursed this behavior-- this wasn’t him. After straightening himself up, the boy would turn his burning face back towards the professor-- and though his voice still sounded a bit unsure, he would speak. “I’ll do it...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 23:26:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/t71w5k.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name: Lucius Tamaros<br>Age: 31<br>Orientation: Bi<br>Placement: Professor of Music, band and choir leader<br>Tag: Ebony (CLOSED)</strong><br><br>Lucius saw the uncertainty, the vulnerability in the younger man, and understood completely. "Music is a very personal, very deep thing. Unless someone has walked its path and heard its voice in their soul, they cannot fathom what it does to the player." He said observantly. "And I do believe you can do it. But do you think so, that's the question." He watched the beautiful man put the violin away with such care that he couldn't help but nod, and smiled at the hesitant tone. But when the man stood resolute, even if unsure, before him, saying he accepted, Lucius couldn't help the huge smile he gave Ebony. "Wonderful! I'm so pleased you're willing to try, Ebony. And I think, under my tutelage, you're going to find depths in music that you've not even heard yet. Will you please wait for me, so that I can get my things from the car? I can be back in a jiffy." When the young man gave his answer, he nodded, then sprinted to his car, excited as a kid being told he's going to Disney World. He gathered everything he needed and hurried back.<br><br>Walking in with his arms full, he looked very much like a happy student who's just passed a final exam and put the things down securely. He lifted a paper, nodded at it, and slapped it in the window. It read <strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">CLASS IN SESSION - DO NOT DISTURB</span></strong> and he turned to his papers and items. "My apologies, I'd hate for us to be interrupted, and this will only take some time. If you've a class to be to, I can write you a note of exclusion for today so it won't count against you." he said happily, setting up his music stand and placing the sheet music on it, then turning to Ebony. "I'll ask that you go ahead and take the violin out again, and get ready. What I'm going to do is see where your skill level is, and find out what's talent and what's skill. First, a classical piece - Bach, Partitia number 2. It's an elegant piece, and I want to see where you stand with it." He stepped back as Ebony readied himself, then turned to the music and read it for a moment, his delicate brow furrowing slightly in concentration. After a moment, he lifted his bow and began to play. <br><br>As Ebony was concentrating, Lucius turned and got his own violin out - a snazzy piece that was both elegant and beautiful, dark silver with a matte' finish. He set it up, waiting for Ebony to finish. After he was done, Lucius nodded. "Excellent! You've got beautiful form, and captured the elegance perfectly!" He stepped forward, changing the music. "Now, this is going to be a bit more challenging - I'm unsure if you've ever heard this song, but it's lovely, and it's by a violinist, as well. She's very talented, but I know you can blow her out of the water one day, if not already." Smiling, he stepped back. "Give it a try, Ebony. And don't be surprised if you goof up a little at a place or two - the song's tricky, and that's okay. The key is to feel it, here." He tapped the center of his own chest, over his heart. "You can do it. I know you can. Give it a shot." He smiled encouragingly, nodding.<br><br>(song that is on the music stand now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI )</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 03:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black<br>basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Apparently her clapping had caught the redhead a little too off guard. Domino saw the slight start and dropped her hands, feeling a little bad for startling her, though she said nothing as the girl turned and seemed to size her up quickly in a way made her smile widen just a touch. From there the uncertainty that was sort of inherent in meetings like this seemed to smooth, the tension easing as the redhead struck her pose--dear gawd those curves!--and bowed. <br><br>"Here til' Friday, eh?" She licked her lips and shoved her hands into her pockets as if things were better off that way, chuckling quietly. "I'll have to remember that." A show of good humor was always appreciated. Girlie could have totally turned and copped an attitude over the intrusion, Domino knew, but thankfully she didn't seem to be one of those stuck up types. Which was good since it meant getting to know her might be a bit easier. And she'd have been lying if she tried to pretend she didn't wanna know her.<br><br>"Who me? Oh no, no." Domino's hands lifted and waved her off despite still being firmly encased in the pockets of her hoodie. "Noooo, I mean, don't get me wrong, I can do a little something but... well, if I feel like twerkin' in the mirror there's a nice full length one back in my dorm room," she assured her with a laugh. <br><br>"Really though, I didn't actually meant to interrupt you, honest. I just heard the music from outside and got a little curious. Couldn't help myself." She shrugged it off, trying to temper her own reaction. That <em>'Fuck Me'</em> eye contact though, it was going to get them both in trouble she decided. "I uh, I'm Domino, by the way," she offered, after clearing her throat and steering her thoughts away from that particular edge. "I don't think I've seen you in here before though," no way in hell she wouldn't remember this chica, "...are you new to our lovely little prison? Or am I just blind as hell?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 04:35:22</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: Dance studio<br>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br>Tag: Domino<br>Date: September 15th, 4:45 PM</strong><br><br>Oh, this one was a real treat. She seemed a bit on the shy side, but thank GOD not a stuck-up bitch. Snow grinned at her comment about remembering, and smiled even more when she said she'd heard the music. "Glad to know someone else in this place likes Beyonce'." She tipped her face a little, observing the tomboyish lady with a friendly smile. "I could always teach you to dance like this, if you ever wanted. It takes some getting used to, but it's a GREAT workout." She had seen the lick of the lips and recognized it. She licked her own lips a bit nervously. She wanted to know this one a bit better for sure, in more ways than one. More to the biblical sense, she thought. <br><br>She offered her hand to shake, her smile relaxed and her grip warm. "My name's Snow, by the way. Nice to meet you. And yes, this is my first year here. And although I'm not digging some of the stuff, it's actually not ALL that bad. But a prison, well...." She winked. "Even convicts in a prison learn how to work together sometimes." She moved to get her bag, making sure to bend at the waist so the guest would get a nice look at her ass - and so Snow could see her expression in the mirror. She threw her iPad into the bag and her towel, then moved to the bench to slip the shoes off and change into her sneakers. "The way you asked, you sound like you've already been here a while." she commented as she kept up the conversation with the brunette beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 07:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Dance Studio | September 15th, 4:45pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill but <em>interested...</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">"Oh yeah, I can get down with Bey.I'm not a fangirl or anything but she's got some good cuts." Domino nodded matter of factly though blinked at the invitation to teach her to dance. "Uhhh... not sure that's a good idea. I mean, I can move," <em>and I'd be up for showing you just how well,</em> "but I generally avoid those things," she pointed to the heels on the redhead's feet, her nose scrunching up briefly. "Besides, I know something else that can be just as great a workout if you do it right." This time her laugh couldn't be mistaken for anything but an exclamation point to her poorly veiled innuendo.<br><br>Leaving that be for the moment, Domino did have manners so when Snow offered her hand the sporty brunette extracted her own from her pocket and took it in a firm but gentle grip. One that proved she knew how to shake hands and not that half-hearted cutesy version some were prone to doing. In the process she noted that the redhead's hands were soft and warm, and seemingly as well cared for as her own. "It's nice to meet you as well, Snow." Her hand lingered only a second too long, just long enough to be flirty without crossing the line into creepy. And it seemed she wasn't the only one feeling a little flirty if she was reading things right.<br><br>"I've got a year under my belt, so yeah, I'm quite used to this place. And you're right, it's not ALL bad by any means. But then, I'd say it'd be pretty hard to find a place where they gather some spectacularly hawt females who all swing my way to some degree or another to be all bad." She flashed a slightly cheeky grin but her dark eyes simmered in a way that should have made it clear she was indeed counting her present company as one of those spectacularly hawt women. Especially as she noted the little show that seemed to be for her benefit. <br><br>Amid the thoughts of palming that ass like a damn basketball and doing all manner of explicit things, Domino was a little late in noticing that Snow had been gathering her things but once she took a seat to change her shoes it was like the spell or whatever was broken. Seconds ticked by and somewhere deep down she wondered if her sudden desire to lead Snow straight to the showers for a little fun of the wet and slippery variety wasn't a reaction to other things that had occurred recently. Then again, did it really matter? The girl was hot, plain and simple, and Domino was neither blind nor a saint.<br><br>"So do you just dance as a workout? I mean, if you don't mind me asking that is, is it more of a hobby or is it a passion?" She asked curiously, her eyes finding Snow's face, her interest sincere though not enough to overshadow her lust.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 22:59:05</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: Dance studio<br>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br>Tag: Domino<br>Date: September 15th, 4:45 PM</strong><br><br>Snow grinned at the poorly veiled innuendo, this time much more invitingly. "Indeed? Well.... we'll have to see how that pans out." She took the warm, soft hand, noting the smoothness of the skin and brushing her thumb just across the lady's firm grip - even as she held her own hand a touch too long. <em>Oh yeah, she's on board... and with any luck will soon be on me.</em> she thought, her body relaxing. <br><br>Snow enjoyed the change on Domino's face as she seemed to try to get her mind on track. Nice to know she wasn't the only one wanting to see about fun times, as well. "No, it's more of a coping mechanism. It's a passion of mine, and good exercise. That, and it's been a really good way to help ease stress." She managed to slip the boots off and sighed in obvious relief when she slid the socks and skater sneakers on instead. She pulled out a small cannister, shook it, sprayed the insides of the boots quickly, then put all the items back into the bag and zipped it up. Looking back at the brunette, she gave the inviting smile. "So, you're a silver, eh? Looking gold in my book." She winked at her, not playing too coy anymore. She wanted this beauty hot and willing in the sack, and the idea of having her face buried in between those creamy legs was enough to get her blood pumping again. "And I'm glad to have finally made a friend." She chuckled. "But, I do want to know... your name?" She stood and made it a point to move close to Domino, standing just so that she could get a whiff of her scent. Snow's mouth watered at the lusciousness that wafted off her, and she was hard-pressed not to put this little beauty up against the mirrored wall and strip her right then and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 20:15:14</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dmoinic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Leigh's nose crinkled a little as she walked down the dark, dank hallway under the stadium that contained the locker rooms, weight rooms and offices she'd seen on the building map. The sound of her heels on the bare pavement was loud, rapid and purposeful. She had a busy afternoon of meetings and she didn't want to spend all day in this place.<br><br>It smelled bad.<br><br>Like dirty gym clothes and stale sweet. She could understand that was the nature of these places but really? The school couldn't afford some air fresheners or something? It was more than a little off putting. No wonder their alumni weren't all fired up about supporting the school and come back. You could smell the place from 300 hundred yards off. A delicate shudder wracked her shoulders.<br><br>She came up to the little intersection between the hallways, found the corridor she was looking for and started forward again. At least this hallway had a little more lighting. But nothing could disguise the painted pipes that ran along the ceiling. Not even the old, worn display cases with their trophy's from the glories of several decades ago.<br><br>By the time she made the line of doors that signaled the coaching staff's office, she was absolutely convinced she wouldn't be able to wear the fitted silk blouse with dipping back and brown pencil skirt again without having them dry cleaned. This likely made her knock on the office door a little sharper than intended.<br><br>Still. She rapped three times and then pasted her most benignly pleasant smile on her face while she waited for a response from the man within. She hadn't yet met DeCosta but Leigh felt sure she would be able to bring him around to see things her way.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 20:31:15</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosa<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dmoinic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>Dominic's grey gaze darted to the door at the abrupt knock. He expected her several minutes earlier. She was late. Unacceptable.<br><br>Crossing to the door with a leaden step, he creaked it open all of five inches, leaned casually against its teak frame, blinking at what he saw. She clearly didn't belong here. Hell, she looked like she hadn't set foot in an athletic facility her entire, pencil-skirted life. Well... aside from her stems. They were well defined. Toned, even. Pilates... maybe.<br><br><strong>"...I don't tolerate tardiness in my ranks, Miss...?"</strong><br><br>Leaving the sentence up in the air for her to finish, he continued to let his curious gaze rove about freely. After all, she'd sought him out, no? <br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 20:48:04</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The door started to open and Leigh's muscles prepared themselves to move forward. Only to hang in a state of suspended animation. A face filled the small space between the frame and the heavy wooden door. Leigh flashed her patented "So Nice to Meet You!" smile upward. Way upward. The man was tall.&nbsp; <br><br><em>'...I don't tolerate tardiness in my ranks, Miss...?'</em><br><br>And fairly rude.<br><br>Her smile tightened around the edges ever so slightly. He knew her name. She'd heard her assistant call and set up the appointment only that morning. A power play. Well. Two could play at that game.<br><br>"Oh you poor thing," she said, a look of sorrow pulling on her features as she reached out and ghosted the soft pads of her fingers along the edge of his jaw, down his neck to rest lightly on the crisp cotton of his shirt over the heart. Leigh leaned into to him ever so slightly.<br><br>"You played football right? Is this one of those side effects of repeated injury things? Like from the players who took to many hits? Will Smith is in that movie right? Poor Poor dear. Capshaw," she informed him of what he doubtlessly already knew. Then she repeated herself slowly and distinctly. "Ciseleigh Capshaw. My assistant spoke to you this morning to arrange our meeting?" The small lift at the end of her statement made it a question. As though she suspected he would not only not remember her, but likely was lucky he was able to dress himself in the morning when he got out of bed.<br><br>She flashed a blindingly bright and understanding smile upward at him as she shifted her body close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his. Even through the ridiculous crack he'd opened the door.<br><br>"To speak about increasing alumni donations for the athletic department?"</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 21:15:32</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>Cheeky. He liked it... to an extent. Her sharp tongue was earning her a subtle smirk at best, but her feather-light touch and light floral scent? Needless to say, he was inspired to shift aside in the door frame silently, allowing her passage. If she wanted the strong, silent, misogynistic type, he could deliver. It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd been pigeonholed. <br><br>Crossing back to his desk, he slouched against it, thick arms clenched as they crossed to fold over one another, his cloudy greys misty like the afternoon skies. <br><br><strong>"The Alums donate their taxable maximum. What we need is a Public Relations reformation, given our..... delicate... student body." </strong><br><br>Throat cleared amidst his pause, he knew she'd understand to what he was referring. Crowds weren't exactly lining up to see a bunch of mediocre, sexually confused students half-ass a football game. He had decent players, this year. The media was his obstacle. Their reputation preceded his appointment to the Head of the Department, so he'd walked into this pants around his ankles. Quite literally, given how his interview wrapped up. <br><br><strong>"Remake our image. Advertise. Promote. Keep that witty repartee for the collective press, Miss Capshaw. If I need a good tongue lashing, I'll let you know."</strong><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 21:46:18</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Leigh followed him through the portal as he turned and walked back to his desk. She sent a little moue of annoyance in his direction as she turned and closed the door behind her. Yes. Manners. Not his forte. Not exactly a surprise there. DeCosta wouldn't be mistaken for a gentleman from this interview so far. But she was careful to have that benign smile back in place before he could turn and face her again.&nbsp; <br><br>Leigh made her own way into the office and settled in the obviously worn and slightly dusty chair, ruing the state her clothing would leave this meeting in. There was a suspicious spot at the back left corner that looked….greasy. She swore to God. If there was a grease stain on this skirt when she left, Dominic DeCosta was getting her dry cleaning bill.<br><br>Settling in she hitched her hips backward a side at a time until she was seated with her back against the cold, worn leather and felt her nipples peek under her shirt in reaction. Shit. Oh well. Nothing to be done about it now except brazen through it. She made a show of crossing her legs and settling her hands clasped in her lap.<br><br>Her head popped up as the man started to speak. Good Lord. His voice should be bottled and sold. It started at the base of the spine and stroked upward promising all sorts of illicit intent. They’d make a mint. Likely the man had undefined preferences however. Most of the staffers she'd met so far professed their heterosexuality. At a place like Jamison, they wouldn't have been employed otherwise. But there was more than one case in which Leigh found that profession hard to swallow. <br><br>Decosta's words pulled her thoughts back and demanded the lion’s share of her attention once again. He sounded educated, knowledgeable. Not like a rock headed jock in the least. A power play then as she’d suspected. Her eyes dropped to half mast, coy as she tipped the corners of her lips up ever slightly upping the wattage on her smile.<br><br>“Just so,” she acknowledged, tipping her head in his direction regarding the tongue lashing comment without directly speaking of it. “Reform is a word that many like to bandy about. People call for reform without any clear strategy or wanting to put the work into it. It's become kitchy. A 'Buzz Word.' Lost its gravitas. But I can assure you that I hear your frustrations Coach DeCosta. And as the new Public Relations Liaison for Jamison, I share your…concerns.”<br><br>She shifted ever so slightly in the chair, her eyes floating past his shoulder to take in the line of trophy’s collecting dust on a shelf that ran around three sides of the room about a foot and a half from the ceiling. Markers of the glory days of Jamison.<br><br>“Surely we can figure out a plan that incorporates the reform you’re calling for with showcasing some of the talent that is sure to be walking the Jamison Campus? The sad truth of the matter is, you can't attract top quality athletes without a top notch athletic department.” Leigh’s eyes moved back to the man before her and she flashed him another small smile. "I'd like to see to it that you receive the financial assistance to renovate your facilities. You could have one of the most desirable, state of the art athletic buildings in the country. All I need is a little collaboration from you as regards the Alumni." <br><br>The words were profession, spoken with just the right amount of intensity to sell him and make her "passion" for her job believable.&nbsp; Leigh absently wondered while she delivered her speech&nbsp; if he’d purposefully settled against the desk in a way to put his groin right at her eye level. With her rehearsed presentation started, she flashed him an encouraging smile. “With or without the tongue lashings as you please.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 03:24:27</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>"With."</strong><br><br>Quick to respond, he kept his expression neutral, shifting in front of her from one leg to the other. No, the placement of his netherlands was not intentional, but he was an opportunist. A gruff grumble, somewhat intimate for their current topic of conversation, rumbled up his chest.<br><br><strong>"...if you don't mind."</strong><br><br>Extending a firm hand for the shaking, he dipped his chin down to make direct, unwavering eye contact. The phrase, "Spread her on a Biscuit" came to mind, but that was from his days playing Football in York. The black and white, variety. Still... it was true. Keeping a professional relationship with someone this unnervingly attractive was going to present problems of all sorts, but none he was unwilling to combat. Least of all if it meant he got to see her walk away from him in that skin tight ensemble, day in, day out. <br><br><strong>"Will there be anything else today, Miss Capshaw?"</strong><br><br>Rising back to his full, formidable height, his demeanor was almost dismissive, without the actual intent behind it. He wasn't going to <em>make</em>&nbsp; her leave, nor would he encourage it. She could do whatever her delectable little self wanted... him included.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 04:32:14</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">One eyebrow winged upward, a small look of challenge painting her features as he called her verbal bluff. They both knew the kind of tongue lashing he was referring too and it had nothing to do with an argument. Except perhaps for the screaming she thought deliciously. One side of her lips quirked up ever so quickly. DeCosta was brazen. She’d always liked that in a man.<br><br>His chin dropped and Leigh suppressed the urge to give him the naughtiest grin. He was looking down at her rather like he would a student he was about to take to task. She swallowed back a laugh and bit the inside of her lip before saying something most unwise. The truth of the matter was she wouldn’t mind in the least if he wanted to take a paddle to her and give her a good 'disciplining.' She rather thought they’d <em>both</em> enjoy it.<br><br>But of course that wasn’t exactly appropriate conversation to be having right at the moment. So instead her eyes dropped to his extended hand, a clear sign he was ready for their meeting to be over. She let a little trill of humor shiver through her. He might be tough on the field or court or wherever it was men like Dominic DeCosta spent their time. But he was trying to get her out of his office as fast as humanly possible. That alone felt like a win for some reason.<br><br>Leigh unfolded her hands and braced them on the arms of the chair, pushing to her feet. The move brought her body in close proximity to his once again although she wasn’t complaining. Instead she smiled up at him, catching his eyes as she slide her palm softly against his into the farewell hand clasp. It was more of a caress and a dare than a hand clasp but who could blame her? His responses were tickling her no end.<br><br>“Of course not Coach DeCosta. Now that I know I can count on your support.” One the word 'support,' her fingers tightened gently. “I’m sure you have many….” She looked around the office then back into his face, “things to do. I’ll just have my assistant call you with the date and time of the next booster meeting. It’s been a pleasure meeting with you.”<br><br>There must have been a devil on her shoulder. It was the only reason she could think of to explain why she used his hand as traction to pull herself up onto the toes of her heels and brush her lips against his cheek in farewell as if the two were old friends or lovers.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 17:29:32</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>His amicable grin was left fluttering and faltering in the wake of that casually intimate gesture. Just the feel of her lips against his cheek sent raw hormones crashing through his system, his body tensing from the influx. As such, he felt no shame, whatsoever, in letting a free hand slide up to curve along her hip, settling into its deep valley as his graveled voice returned to him. <br><br><strong>"Has it..?"</strong><br><br>Bold, the only adjective in his vocabulary, he snuck a commanding thumb and forefinger beneath her chin and tilted it upward. A brief caress of his thumb against the pliant skin there and he found himself leaning in. Though, leaning in may have been putting it mildly. His lips fell to hers, <em>hard</em>. A bass groan erupted and rattled his rib cage as her flavor broke over his tongue. Fucking. Delicious.<br><br>She was giving all the right signals. Back arched. Nipples peeking through her silken top. Cheeks flushed with arousal. If this were a Serengeti plain, he'd have mounted her several times over already. As it were, he kept it more civil, albeit not any less carnal. <br><br>Presumptuous hands slid up the back of her thighs, clenching at the creamy flesh there before he lifted her against him. Redepositing her on his desktop, he moved into the cradle of her legs after having knocked his paperwork carelessly to the floor with a clatter of organizational matter. Firm hand to the back of her neck, he hovered above her lips predatorily. <br><br><strong>"...I think we can do better.."</strong><br><br>His free hand still lingering near her waist, he kept her eye while it worked to pluck delicate buttons from their fasteners, ripping the material from her shoulder once she was free of her bindings. Bountiful breasts on luscious display, he growled appreciatively. He could certainly form a professional relationship with <em>those</em>.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 19:08:23</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">’<em>Has it..?</em>’ <br><br>“Mmmm,” she purred in the affirmative, the smile painting her lips getting absolutely wicked with pleasure. She felt his hands move possessively over her back and the last thought she had control over was <em>Yes please</em> before his lips crashed down on hers and stole any possibilities of thought completely.<br><br>She fought to release her grip on the hand trapped in the clasp between their straining bodies, feeling the thrill of triumph when she managed to work it free. Immediately both hands reached upward to clench themselves in the hair at the back of his head.&nbsp; <br><br>While she many not have been thinking clearly, her body obviously didn’t need any more direction than the demands made by his hands. She hopped when directed, helping his relocation of her body to the desk and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her heated core against him.<br><br>Her lips left his on a gasp at the sensation that created, one hand leaving his hair to slam back against the newly cleared surface for purchase. Leigh’s head rolled back slightly as she panted and rocked her hips again. Gawd he felt good. Strong and hard in all the right places. Her lids fell to half-mast almost drunkenly. Leigh wanted to eat him up with a spoon, rub her body against his like a cat. Fuck him until they were both spent. <br><br>She lifted one thigh, letting the calf and pointed toes slide along the fabric of the pants hugging his hips and ass. Uncurling her fingers from the new thoroughly mussed locks of her would be lover, Leigh’s right hand relocated, dragged lightly down the warm fabric of the shirt covering his chest. Down they wandered, over the pectorals and abs until they caught in his waist band. Her shirt gave way to his nimble fingers, falling to her waist and freeing her breasts. Her lips curled in a seductive smile.<br><br>Leigh gave a yank on the fabric of his waist band, and arched forward, nipping at his lower lip as it came into range. The weight now gone from the hand she’d used to brace her body, she put the dexterous fingers to a more worthy task, her tongue coming out to lave the small burn left by her teeth against his lower lip. A throaty chuckle spilled from her lips as the button of his slacks gave way.<br><br>The zipper followed quickly and then her small fingers were tunneling paste the fabric to curl around the hot hard length of him. Leigh captured her own lower lip between her teeth and moaned appreciatively.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 20:10:26</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>Her throaty laugh had that raspy, sensual quality to it. The sort that drove men to their knees and their tongues to worshipful madness. She was a vixen, through and through. A fact he both appreciated, and found an immediate challenge. She wasn't a novice. She'd had previous lovers. Quite a few, if that practised arching was anything to judge by. His competitive nature clawed at him with razor sharp talons. He had to best them. He <em>would</em>&nbsp; best them. Each orgasm, better than the last.<br><br>Lips forging a path across her collarbone, he licked and sucked in rhythmic pulses. As he approached the voluptuous hills that were her heaving breasts, he lightened his touch. It was exploratory... tickling... teasing as he dragged just the tip of his tongue to her pert, swollen nipples. He sucked one in, letting it pop from his lips with a lewd smack. Succulent.<br><br>His trailblazing far from over, the curious pads of his rough hands slid up the expanse of her inner thigh, grazing the moist edge of her panties, hinting at slipping beneath. Drive her to madness, that was his goal. It seemed to be working, considering the amount of honeyed cream spilling over his thick fingers. Bringing it back to his lips, he sucked them clean, delivering a taste of her own sweet nectar when he sought her lips more hungrily. <br><br>His patience was wearing quite thin, least of all with that hand stroking in such a distracting manner. She was talented. But, they'd see how diligent she would be once he slid all three fingers deep into her velvet slit all at once, penetrating her core. <br><br>A smirk dusted his lips for her response. <br><br><br></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 20:36:14</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">He was all heated velvet over a core of steel. Leigh stroked that length, sweeping her thumb over the head at the apex of each movement. He was long and hard and her fingers could barely circle his girth. Mmmmmm.<br><br>Leigh’s head fell back again, soaking in the pleasure of the moment as his mouth closed on the peak of one breast. Her back arched, a silent offering as a shiver shot up and down her spine. Toes curling, one high heeled pump slipped free of her foot and clattered to the floor. Leigh could have cared less about her Jimmy Choo’s in that moment. No. She had other, <em>much</em> more pleasant things on her mind.<br><br>Hand cresting the apex of Leigh’s stroke again, his fingers played along the skin of her inner thigh. She shifted into the touch, making a silent offer.&nbsp; Leigh bit down on her lip, a whimper escaping as her thumb played through the small drops of wetness coating his crown. <br><br>And then his fingers were slipping through the wet at her core, pressing forward, tunneling through the swollen flesh. Leigh’s fingers contracted just as her inner muscles gripped at the fingers sliding into her depths. Her legs fell limply open as far as the fabric of her skirt would allow. <br><br>Hungrily Leigh pushed forward, using the fingers she’d once again curled in the hair at his nape as he'd feasted on her breast to pull his head upward. Her mouth crashed down on his demanding, her hips rocking against his fingers and the strokes she gave him between their bodies became faster, tighter, more intense.<br><br>She fucked his mouth with her tongue, a pale imitation of what his fingers were up to between her legs but uncontrollable. Then pulled back, her forehead pressed against his as she panted against his lips and worked his body. <br><br>Close, so close.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 20:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.smoksho.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Shay-Discrete4.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple hoodie, black beater, black basketball shorts, and Supras (http://www.salessuprshoes.com/images/cheap-supra-383-shoes_3.jpg)<br><strong>Location | Date:</strong> Dance Studio | September 15th, 4:45pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill but <em>interested...</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Perceptive as she was, Domino could indeed pick up on the vibes that Snow was giving off, even some of the less obvious ones. The way the female was pushing up she got the feeling she liked to be in control--though the reason behind that was not something Domino cared to guess at--which was fine with D as she was generally as switchy as they came. Her preference was pleasure, pure and simple, so who was on top or in control or what-the-fuck ever wasn't really a big deal for her. Though if she were asked she wouldn't mind sampling every inch of the redhead in front of her. Still, for the moment she was minding her manners... mostly. Which was somewhat out of the ordinary for her.<br><br>"What, you don't believe my name is really Domino? I think I'm hurt," she teased. "I can show you my driver's license if you want." The brunette grinned and chuckled as it certainly wasn't the first time someone hadn't believed her about her name. In actuality it wasn't the name that had been written on her birth certificate but there were only a very select few people at this school who knew her mother had named her Dominique. Legally changing her name had been something she'd talked her father into letting her do before the start of high school... which had hurt her mother and added yet another straw to that particular broke down arsed camel's back. <br><br>"Were you uh... heading back to the dorms?" Domino didn't back away or actually move much at all except to lick her lips. "I mean, I was going that way&nbsp; so we can walk together if you want. I don't wanna hold you up or anything." She offered, enjoying the way Snow's presence seemed to invade the space around her. In fact there was a lot about Snow that she quite fancied. More than that she found herself curious about her beyond just wanting to know what she sounded like when she came which was usually a good sign. The fact that the redhead had called her dancing a coping mechanism hadn't escaped her notice but as curious as she was she wasn't looking to disrupt the flow that seemed to be settling into place. There was plenty of time for Domino to be her nosy as hell self after all. At least that was what she was telling herself as she let Snow decide if she wanted to get out of here or not. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 01:37:19</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Friendly, and very much interested... and warming<br>Location: Dance studio<br>Outfit: Electric blue leggings, black shirt that's tied in the back and drops off the shoulders some, high-heeled black stiletto boots, black sports bra<br>Tag: Domino<br>Date: September 15th, 4:45 PM</strong><br><br>Snow smiled at the brunette, liking where this was going. "Oh no, I believe your name is Domino. I like it, actually." She tipped her face a little, the expression becoming more thoughtful. "It fits you. Just, I dunno why, we just met, but... it just seems to fit you." Her smile warmed. She was really liking this beauty in front of her, and not just for the sex appeal. She seemed real, down to earth, non-judgemental, which was something of a surprise to Snow. Most of the women she'd met here so far were either emo to the extreme or just really withdrawn - or stuck up. That could happen, too. But she was pleasantly surprised at how relaxed and easygoing Domino was - and it was sexy as hell. <br><br>At her question, Snow nodded. "Oh yeah. I need to shower and clean up... and I'd love to walk with you." She leaned in, nearly brushing Domino's skin, her face close, then stood straight with a cloth in hand. Holding up, she winked at her. "Don't want to misplace this. I never can keep up with them." She gave a soft chuckle and said, "I really want to have a decent time here, at this school. Though I'll admit, you're really the first person who's wanted to be in my company yet. Not because I'm a bitch or anything... which anyone can be." She shrugged, moving to put the cloth in her bag and tipping her head to the door, in a 'come on, let's go!' gesture. "I just... It seems some folks don't dig the same things I do, that's all." She shrugged a little. "Which room are you in at the dorms? I'm in 104, and I don't have a roommate yet. What about you?" She was clearly enjoying Domino's presence, and when they got outside, she sighed a little, listening to the woman and walking at an unhurried but sure pace. She was really, really hoping that Domino was wanting the same thing she was - that skin just looked too tempting not to taste, and every inch of her frame just screamed heat and sexiness to Snow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 03:19:13</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>The cocky, arrogant expression lingered, her response more than satisfactory. Her whimpers tickled his ears with dark, lustful promise, as they edge closer and closer to cries of aching agony. She wanted him... <em>bad</em>. Her gushing lips were proof of that. Soaked thoroughly, effectively sullying her designer skirt, he knew she'd have some choice words for that grievous error on his part, but he was finding it particularly difficult to care. For, right now? All he wanted to do was pillage and plunder that flooded terrain and claim all the bounty therein. <br><br>Two firm hands clasped her alabaster thighs, he yanked her forward several inches so he could force her to lay back as he mounted the desk in a predatory slither. Lips fastened to hers, he wasted little time, if any, shifting her tight skirt up and over those curvaceous boundaries. Skirt hoisted, he flicked her second heel off letting it clack to the floor, carelessly. As decadent as a woman generally looked in high heels, he wasn't so much a fan of them catching him in the sack when his balls started slapping against her ass. <br><br>Porcelain breasts heaving with each excitable breath her lungs were fighting for, he spent a few spare devoted minutes resuming his laving and suckling, before his worked up cock couldn't take the torment any longer. It wanted in. Her fault, really. She'd fist fucked him until he'd just about forced her over the desk and ripped her wide open. He had more restraint than that, mind you. But, she'd pushed him right to that precarious edge between gentleman and beast fit to rut. <br><br>The throbbing head grazing her swollen nub of a clit each time his hips shifted up, he chased her lips in a dominating back and forth. He wanted to see the desire in the limpid pools of her eyes and witness that subtle furrow to her brow that spoke of the wicked things she wanted done to her... things every woman wanted done to her... but found herself too embarrassed or proud to admit. Pulling her arms up over her head, he crossed them at her wrists and pinned her down single handedly, a crass smack of his cock against her dripping cunt for good measure. <br><br></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jerkins greek theathre</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 02:51:41</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span><br><strong>WARRNING:</strong> <strong><em>Adult Content</em></strong></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">He was forceful, strong. Dominant. All things Leigh looked for in a partner. When a woman spent her time being a pleasant barracuda in the boardroom, sometimes it was nice if someone else took the initiative. A husky chuckle escaped her lips as he give her body a yank, the bare cheeks of her ass sliding with a little shriek of protest against the cold wood of the desk top until he’d positioned her on the edge. She thought he’d take her there, slide home in a hard, fast thrust but he surprised her once again, pushing her naked torso backward until it rested against the cold surface of the desktop.&nbsp; <br><br>Leigh rested passively, watching him with hungry eyes as he climbed the desk and loomed over her. The man was certainly put together well. Even through the clothing he still wore, she admired the firm flesh, her fingers itching to touch him more intimately. Leigh looked down the length of his torso to the slim hips and firm thigh bracing on either side of hers. The fly of his pants was open and she could see the flesh she'd been palming only moments before peeking out of it. The sight was almost as impressive as the feel. <br><br>With a little purr, she lifted her hands and pushed at the shirt still hugging his torso, pressing it upward, out of her way. Her fingers burrowed once again, this time under the shirt to stroke the ripping muscles of his abs, his lips crashing down on hers. <em>Oh yes,</em> she thought with another purr. This one mental as she lifted her head into the movement, joining her efforts to his as their tongues once again dueled, this time silently.<br><br>She felt the material of her skirt being hiked up and spared a half a millisecond to think of wrinkles before she lifted her hips to aid his cause. Her hands coasted upward, her fingers curling around his sides to stroke over his muscled ribs. Then they danced in and one thumb swept over a&nbsp; turgid masculine nipple. Even that flesh was firm and strong and sexy. <br><br>He felt like hot satin over hard steel and Leigh spared a moment to wish the time to undress him completely and take in the view. She was sure it was a magnificent sight to behold. But just now, her tongue rubbed against his, her shoeless foot raising to curl around his hip, her heel catching on the firm flesh of his ass.<br><br>DeCosta's hands left her breasts and Leigh’s lips pulled into a little pout, her head dropping back to the surface of the desk with a little <em>thunk</em>. But she watched as his fingers swept down her arms, curled lightly yet firmly as they made their way to her wrists, catching tight. Then he exerted pressure, bringing her arms over her head.<br><br>She let herself be maliable, let him place her arms where he wanted for the moment. Leigh quirked one eyebrow, the turn of her smile turning sexy and humorous at once. The cold surface of the desk as he pressed her wrists onto it felt decadent to her heated flesh. With a flash sparking in her eye, she tried to lift her arms. She couldn’t <em>not</em> test against his strength. When she moved not an inch, a little shiver worked its way down her spine making several important stops.<br><br>It was chased by another electric thrill up her spine as she felt his cock. Leigh’s breath left her on an exhale, her eyes rolling closed as she arched her neck. <em>Delicious</em>. Dominic DeCosta was proving to be utterly delicious.<br><br>Drawing in a breath, Leigh let her eyes open and move back to his. Her voice was a little breathier than she would have liked when she spoke.<br><br>“Well well. Now that you have me at your mercy Coach DeCosta, whatever are you planning on doing with me?” She tried to move her arms again, pushing against his hold as if to emphasis their predicament. Really, her fingers where just hungry for the touch of his heated skin. Being held away from her desire was a hedonistic form of pleasure.<br><br>Leigh undulated under him, her free foot coming up to brace on the top of the desk as she lifted her body under his, seeking more contact. It was a dangerous game she played. DeCosta held the upper hand at the moment and he knew it. As much as that excited her, she didn’t want him to get used to it. Leigh needed to maintain the upper hand with the man. She had a feeling he would be hell on wheels to deal with if she lost her footing there. So she played along, made his dominance a bit of a game. He didn’t need to know just how freaking turned on his little maneuver made her.<br><br>Her eyes dropped to his lips, her own parting. Then her eyes drifted down his body to the hard, thick length of him standing proud and at the ready. Her mouth watered. She wanted that. Badly. Her tongue danced out to wet her lower lip.<br><br>"Hmmmm?" she hummed in question.</span></span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Gym/Dance Studio. Basically get your work out in. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 19:05:41</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><strong>WARNING:</strong> <em>Adult Content</em><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>A dark, deviant snicker was all her question received in response. What was he to do with her? That was a foolish question given just how subdued she'd been by the slap of a thick piece of meat. Though, perhaps subdued was the wrong term. Wanton. Craven. Lustful. Aching. Ravenous. Take your pick. It clouded her eyes and bewitched her senses, making that playful facade give way easily enough, to her more base desires. She wanted to be claimed. To be taken. Owned. Dominated. Try as she might to brush it off otherwise, her body spoke volumes to the contrary. <br><br>His patience wavered, but his determination to see her fall apart at the seams, did not. Easing off the desktop, and her bindings, for the brief amount of time it took to disrobe himself, he let his shirt and slacks fall haphazardly to the floor in crumpled piles, not in the least bit concerned over their wrinkled lines, unlike some. Boxer briefs following shortly afterward, he gave her a fleeting glimpse of his gloriously nude form, before he curled forceful fingers around her hips, flipping her on the desktop in a blindingly agile twist. Her full breasts thwapping onto the mahogany slab, her belly pressed tight to its cold exterior, he dragged the moistened tip of his swollen cock back and forth in his last fit of temptation. The skirt had to go. The zipper undone with a less than finessed hand, he removed it with a few impatient collisions of his palms, letting it collapse to the floor before he kicked it away. <br><br>Lips to her spine, he kissed in a straight line to the rounded globes of her cheeks, a quick, taunting lick to the hint of a crevice there, before he plunged in with wild abandon. Tight. Frustratingly, tight. He found himself halted at the halfway point, the pucker of his rough fingertips against her hips pulling her skin taut as he tried once more to force his way in. A few more inches, at best. Spitting on his palm, he slid a spare hand to her clit and pressed his thumb in tight circles against her, the drip of excitable cream from his feverish rubbing just enough lubrication to split her open as he buried himself to the hilt. <br><br>Growling his satisfaction, he let his head fall in a moment of triumph, relishing the feel of her velvet vice suffocating him. Only then, did he arch forward to conform to her back, his lips to the base of her earlobe, his bass voice graveled and strained. <br><br><strong>"My plan? No. I'll do whatever your body tells me to... whatever that tight little cunt asks for..."</strong><br><br>Slapping it with his fingertips for emphasis, he ground down into her until she arched. He'd be fucking her raw. <br><br></span></span>
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