Carnival Club ~ Kitchen & Dining room
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 19:05:43</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 04:24:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br><strong>"I know, I'll finish the recording at the end of the week, promise." </strong>A young voice spoke against the microphone of his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced in his provate locker room. He just had to get calls right before coming here, to relax and get away from work, only to be forced to talk about work.<strong> "Trust me Sawada-san, I'll get my work done. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to spend some time to myself, please."</strong> With a quick thank you, the young male hung up the call, setting his phone into the locker with a sigh. However, he looked back towards his things, a frown forming before he took something back from his locker and into his robe pocket; another phone.<br><br>He had an extra for work purposes, but this could always lead him to trouble; there wasn't supposed to be any sort of devices in the Club, but he had important calls to make, or in case any one else called him. Hopefully no one would find out about it.<br><br>Being a musical artist was never easy, especially when you backtracked from Japan only to move to the U.S. to broaden your career. Things had only gotten so much more difficult for Ai, having to record his music whenever he could, as well as schedule modeling shoots for companies that he had no intrest in. It was all for his career, and it was what he wanted, but sometimes, a bit more excitement was what he needed.<br><br>That's where the Carnival Club came in.<br><br>A place with almost no rules, where people could indulge in their deepest and darkest desires of the sexual nature; it was the perfect outlet for Ai, ever since he had arrived for his 21st birthday as a gift from his manager. Something was always lacking in his life, even after he had achieved so much, the things that he always wanted; fame, wealth, glory, he had it all. The Carnival Club was his haven, the place to let him unwind and indulge in his darkest fantasies that he's held in.<br><br>Changing out of his clothes and into the black robe and mask he designed himself, he walked out of his locker room to make his way into the kitchen. Grabbing a clean wine glass, he opened the variety of cabinets to reveal wines of all years and designs, grabbing one that caught his interest, before pouring a small glass for himself. <br><br>It seemed empty today, not as many members as usual on an evening like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 19:12:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>"<strong>Work refusing to leave you alone?</strong>" said a voice from the doorway of the kitchen. There was no telling how long Lux had been there, but her slender body was casually leaning up against the large frame that lead into the kitchen. Her body was clothed in the traditional silky black robe, but leaving a large opening in the middle of her chest. She exposed the gentle curve of her smaller tits, and the robe barely graced across her curvy hips--coming down to her toned mid-thigh. The only other notable piece of clothing being the black wired mask covering the upper part of her face. Black wires wrapped around her face like lace, and her blue eyes pierced at him. Looking at his proper haircut, his own robe, and the steady stream of wine pouring inside of the glass.<br><br>"<strong>You know cell phones are supposed to stay in our lockers? Along with our clothes...</strong>" she said pulling herself off of the frame of the door and walking to the island that he was standing near. Her black high heels echoed on the tiled floors, but while most may have been admiring the fine architecture and modern appliances--Lux was focused on the new man. Was he fresh meat? Or did he always just appear at times that she wasn't around.<br><br>Lux had to admit that she was addicted to this place. To wandering around the halls with the amazing feeling of anonymity. No one would know her last name. No one would know what she did for living. The mask, while only covering part of her face, meant so much more. It was a chance to be the person inside of her, without having to worry about the social consequences of her image. Her hand eventually reached for a glass in a cabinet, any glass would do, and she took one step back to the counter. Placing it in front of Ailess as she said, "<strong>Would you be a gentleman and pour me a glass?</strong>" her voice mewed at him, her body absurdly close as her thigh, draped in silk, brushed across his own.<br><br>"<strong>And is that Japanese I heard you speaking? Or Korean? I can never tell the difference...</strong>" she continued to say, before tossing him another question before he could answer. "<strong>Are you new here? I'm Lux,</strong>" she continued, running her fingers through her wavy dirty blonde hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 19:54:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>Ailess turned when he heard the voice, setting the bottle of rather expensive wine down onto the island that he stood near as he saw a figure, leaning against the kitchen doorway.<br><br>A woman he had never seen before. Her hips and curves were accentuated by the silk black robe she wore, the same as his own, however much shorter, reaching only her mid thigh. She was quite beautiful, despite not even being able to her face through the beautiful mask she worry, which was similar to his own as well; wires that seemed like lace, soft to the skin and alluring to onlookers.<br><br>"Work tends to keep me busy when I'm not here." He simply answered back to the woman, seen her sultry smile towards him, before he watched her begin to walk towards him, taking a glass out for her own enjoyment of the wine he would partake in. When he heard her comment about his phone, his hand tightened on the device in his hand; an extra he kept with him in case of emergencies regarding work, but he knew he was breaking the rules.<br><br>"You won't tell, will you?" He asked the woman, as he gave into her request and poured her wine, glancing her way. She seemed mysterious, but she was asking all sorts of questions, wondering who he was, if he was new.<br><br>Why?<br><br>"I'll put it back after I have my wine. I'd rather not be kicked out so easily over a stupid mistake." Setting the bottle down, he glanced towards Lux, taking a sip of his glass.<br><br>"It was Japanese, if you'd like to know. And yes, I'm new, somewhat. Only a few months have I been here." He watched her behind his mask, curious. "Why so many questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 20:31:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>"<strong>Why not?</strong>" she quickly responded back to his question about why she was asking so many. A devious smirk came to her pale pink lips as she raised the wine glass, offering him a toast, before moving it to her lips and taking a sip. "<strong>On the subject about your pesky cell phone...</strong>" her hands slipped down to his side. Brushing up against the pocket of his robe, while her slender and nimble digits worked their way into the muscles of his thigh. He was tense, probably all over. She had met many businessmen like him throughout the two years she worked at the club.<br><br>They were always her favorites.<br><br>"<strong>I suppose I now have a bit of blackmail. Tell you what...</strong>" she leaned in, as if to tell him a secret. "<strong>I won't tell anyone about your little secret, as long as you don't bring it out and lock it up the second you can, but as a favor to me...</strong>" she paused. The wine came back up to her lips and she took another sip, unable to hide the smile on her face. <br><br>"<strong>Well... We can work out the details of that shortly. Say, I still haven't caught your name,</strong>" she placed the glass on the counter as it chimed. Then once again Lux leaned herself up against the counter, flipping a bit of her wavy blonde hair off of her shoulder, and trailing her finger town do the robe opening on her chest. Soft fingernails raked across her slightly tanned skin, until she came to the straps of her black robe. Toying with them, as she looked around the kitchen.<br><br>It was quiet. Lux didn't like that. She intended on changing that shortly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 02:02:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>"...Ailess." As he shared his alias with the mystery woman, he continued to watch her, wondering what her angle was exactly. She was certainly someone that was rather forward, feeling her soft hand trail up his thigh from under his silk black robe, her eyes sparkling with mischievous intentions. He had never met many members like her, but this could always be a new learning experience.<br><br>Though she seemed more dominant, just like he was. It could end up being a problem, especially now that she had some dirt on him.<br><br>"Why should I trust you?" He asked this suddenly, his brown eyes watching her form, her hand trailing towards the middle of her chest, which was reveled from her robe, the sides of her developed breasts showing ever-so-slightly. "What's to say that you won't tell someone right after you've had your fun?" He's met people before that had tried to blackmail him, try to find out who he is in order to extort money out of his bank account and life savings; he was much smarter then those fools, and in the end, they had been banned from the club.<br><br>This woman however...he didn't know what to think of her yet.<br><br>"There are people here that enjoy the suffering of others; how do I know you're not one of them?" His voice was low, quiet, almost a whisper as he stared the woman down, no longer interested in the wine he had poured for himself. Being a famous singing artist had it's advantages, but also it's setbacks, <span class="bbc_u">especially</span> at the Club. Some people wanted to know who he was, and he would usually decline, unless he fully trusted that the person would keep his secret. <br><br>He watched her play with the ties of her robe, as she glanced around the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 23:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>"<strong>What choice to have but not to trust me, Ailess?</strong>" Lux said over the rim of her wine glass, as she took another sip. Smirking with a devious grin as she held it in front of her. Casually leaning back to look up at him. He was about average height, but still towered a few inches over Lux's petite frame. While Lux would have loved to play a battle of wits with him for an extended period of time, she quickly flickered her eyes back to his pocket. "<strong>Tell you what, lets make this easy for both of us,</strong>" she then insisted. Her glass moving to the counter chiming, and Lux held her hand out to him.<br><br>"<strong>You're here to relax? Right? It's way we pay this expensive dues and wear our masks. Drape ourselves in black silk, so we're nothing but carnal pleasures for our most intimate and darkest lewd fantasies,</strong>" Lux then nodded her head toward his pocket. "<strong>Give me your phone. Abandon your work. Your job will still be there when I'm done with you, but you may be a few ounces lighter,</strong>" Lux smirked and waited for him to give her his phone.<br><br>If he did, she would quickly make her way to the disposal in the sink. Dropping his phone in it and switching it on to hear the loud shredding, clanking, and shattering of the smartphone. "<strong>Remind me to tell Duchess to bill me for the damages,</strong>" Lux would triumphantly say. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 00:08:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>...He still didn't know what to really think of this woman, but he could tell she had been around this block before. She was experienced, knew what she wanted to say and when to say it, and she knew that as of now, she had the upper hand.<br><br>The two were at odds with one another, as Ailess could tell that they both had the same attitude; dominant. They both liked to be in control, and no matter how much Ailess thought he always had the upper hand, he had screwed up, badly. She had dirt on him that could hurt him here, kick him out, get him in trouble, and he didn't want that.<br><br>"..." He stayed silent, watching her set her glass down as she looked up towards his brown eyes hidden behind his mask, hand outstretched to take the device that was in his pocket.<br><br>But he wasn't going to make it that easy.<br><br>"How about I just put it away? Always easier, and there wouldn't be any backstabbing I'm sure." He didn't know what this woman was capable of, but it was true, he came here to relax.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'll set it aside in my locker and come back, if you'll still be here that is." Even if he didn't know who she was, he still thought of her as beautiful, alluring. He had been a member of this club for two years, but had only been in a handful of times. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 21:15:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>"<strong>Now how can I trust you?</strong>" she said, turning the tables back on him. The talk of him requiring her trust, and now she had no choice but to trust him. Would he film her and expose the word of her nude body? Her unorthodox way of how she liked to gently step on a man's cock until he squealed under her. No, she couldn't have that. Already she could imagine the bad press around her family. They'd abandon her for sure. "<strong>Put it away, far from where we are. And we'll be fine,</strong>" she then said curtly, lapping her pink tongue over her lips as she motioned for the phone to leave his body. She didn't trust it that closely to him.<br><br>"<strong>You don't need to leave. Especially when we've just started the fun,</strong>" she said with her mannerism instantly lifting back up. Her hand found the wine glass comfortably yet again."<strong>What do you do, Mister 'Can't get away from work'?</strong>" she then asked, wondering if he would give away a bit of the person behind the mask. Her gentle digit moved to the slippery rim of the the wine glass, letting it slide along as she decided to answer her own question.<br><br>"<strong>I work with big wigs all day. They want useless things dealing with money and power. They always pass the more... simple and carnal urges,</strong>" she added with a shrug of her shoulder. "<strong>I've never understood it. Wanting money over a good orgasm...</strong>" she added. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 21:41:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>Ailess continued to watch Lux, hearing her questions as well as he proposal; leave the phone behind for some fun of their own? That was something that he wouldn't mind, though he wondered how the two would work, considering they were both dominants.<br><br>Only time would tell, it seemed.<br><br>Without any hint of hesitation, Ailess went to his locker room which was only right around the corner, setting the device inside before he walked back to the kitchen, as he had promised, before he heard Lux's next question. His work? This woman had a rather curious mind, didn't she? Maybe she planned on finding out who he was n order to blackmail him, so others had tried before.<br><br>"I'm in the music industry." A rather vague answer, but it was better then saying what he was specifically; it would only narrow down the options for her to pick out of, before she would figure out who he was. That wouldn't be the smartest move, now would it? "People that you speak of find pleasure from money and power, simple as that. Things that you care for just don't seem to interest them." He then glanced towards her when he remembered what she had said about not having to leave so early.<br><br>He gave a hint of a chuckle.<br><br>"And what sort of fun do you recommend?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 23:19:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>Lux waited. Pensive. Wondering if he would come back, but just a second before she was about to turn and walk into a different room--she saw the dark haired, masked man appear. "<strong>Well, don't think less of me, but I didn't expect you to come back. Part of me thought you were running away with your tail in-between your legs,</strong>" she grinned and took another sip of her wine. "<strong>But maybe that long thing in-between your legs wasn't a tail,</strong>" she mewed with the glass up to her mouth, her eyes no longer looking at his face, but dropping down to his crotch. Even if it wasn't invited, she continued to give him <em>that</em> stare.<br><br>The stare that meant that she had made up her mind. A stare that indicated that she was interested enough to stick around and see what sort of loops and adventures he could put her through. "<strong>The music industry?</strong>" she responded back in a monotone voice, shrugging her shoulders with an obvious lack of interest for his job. What game was this woman playing? Obviously she wasn't going to idolize him and put him on a pedestal. Making him feel confident, wanted and like a god. No, Lux was the type of woman that enjoyed being in the stereotypical male position. She liked to be on top, in simple terms. The woman wouldn't care if he was part of a boy band or a manager of one. When she entered the Carnival Club, they were all equals.<br><br>It wasn't until he smirked and finally gave her the same type of flirtatious banter that her eyes ignited with interest. "<strong>It depends...</strong>" her words slithered out of her mouth like a snake. Finally dropping her finished wine glass to the table, deciding that the pleasantries were over. Her hands went to his chest, almost with an innocent caress, but they quickly dropped down in-between his thighs. Her fingers molding against the flaccid cock hidden beneath the silk. A bit of pressure was applied, but not enough to cause an aching sensation in his balls.&nbsp; "<strong>We can make this short and sweet, or excruciating, long and playful...</strong>" she then brought her hand away, her body moving toward the counter of the kitchen stop. Before she jumped up and dangled her long legs off of the counter.<br><br>"<strong>Or, we can do this the old fashion way. Your choice,</strong>" she said with her arms behind her. Her legs dangling freely, as the slit of her silken robe began to open. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 23:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>"You'd think less of me however? I'm hurt." Ai gave a mock sense of pain, hand at his chest when he heard Lux's confession of waiting for him. He could have always just done that, left without a word, leaving the club and leaving her pent up and frustrated. But she interested him now, and he wasn't going to leave after an encounter such as this.<br><br>He watched her, noticing her stare down with him as she spoke of his job, with a rather bored tone. "You asked, didn't you?" He didn't care if she cared or not, she was the one that had asked in the first place. He wouldn't elaborate on what he did, because here all pleasentries were out the window; they didn't speak of who they really were, because anonymity was key. Her tone suddenly went sly, flirtatious, as he saw Lux walk closer to him, sensually moving her hips.<br><br>He gave a growl when he felt her hands that were on his chest, suddenly caress his flaccid cock, igniting the fire within him that was pent up and in need of release. Her hands were soft like silk, but he didn't want to give into her. He was always the dominant, but this woman was the same way as he was.<br><br>"I'm up for anything." He answered back huskily, watching as Lux sat on the counter top, her robe's opening beginning to loosen with each move she made. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 05:54:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>It had been rocky. Lux couldn't deny that. It wasn't one of her easiest pursuits, but the man still seemed interested. She couldn't help but feel the clash in their dominance. The way he seemed so eager to have her please him. The way she seemed so eager to have him please her. She wanted him on his feet. Looking up at her while he ran his mouth across her legs, trickling his tongue up her inner thigh, but instead they were stuck at a battle of wits. Who would kneel first? Lux had no idea. <br><br>But the way he growled when her finger nudged up against the bulge in his pants. The way he grinned and told her he was up for <em>anything</em>. "<strong>I'd be careful of those words,</strong>" she mewed, her hands reaching toward the black robe as she pulled it in. Fingernails scratching against his tan skin, and her eyes peering into the chocolate orbs in front of her. "<strong>You never know what trouble you're going to find yourself in,</strong>" she added, her legs curling around his waist as she pulled him in tighter.<br><br>"<strong>How about we start here?</strong>" she then said. Her body close to his, her fingernail trailing underneath his pronounced jawline. It pushed up on his chin, making him look up toward her, and she trailed her fingers across his lips. While Lux was never known for being the romantic sort, she brushed her soft lips up against his. Her warm breath trailing across his face, and a smile plastered on her lips. "<strong>Take what you want,</strong>" she said, curious to see his actions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 07:59:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>This woman was definitely a tease, and a dominant one at that. She sat against the countertop, looking down at him with a devious grin on her face as she pulled against his robe to pull him closer. He didn't mind it, feeling her shapely legs ensnare his midsection as her fingernails dug against his soft skin. He gave a small growl, not from the pain, but from the sheer idea that this woman though he would surrender to her so easily. <br><br>She wanted a challenge, hm? She was going to get one.<br><br>"I could say the same to you." Ai said back to Lux confidently as he gave a smirk of his own, hearing her words of how he should be careful. She said this, yet she knew nothing about him, what he could be like and how dominant he could be with his partners. He liked to be in control, having them beg for him and plead for his touch, only to prolong it even longer just for his own enjoyment. Ai knew Lux was just the same, liking men to beg for her, and plead under her; the two were at a battle of wits, and only one would stand victorious in the end.<br><br>He felt her finger trail along his jawline, before her soft lips pressed against his own in a short kiss, but one he took a bit for granted, swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips for entrance, before he pulled away, just as she did. He gave another one of his smirks when she heard her offer, "Fine by me~" <br><br>In an instant, he would make his way against the kitchen counter as well, pushing Lux to the empty counter with her back against the finely carved granite, with her legs still around his waist while one hand trailed along her exposed thigh, her robe's end falling to reveal more of her creamy skin. Ai could only give back a devious look to Lux, both of their midsections only being covered by the thin layers of their robes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 00:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Geek, #1001</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Coming into the dining room</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>TBD?</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> (I have no problem leaving the scene open for others to join, but if Rel wants it closed I have no problem there either.)<br><hr><br>Geek.... <em>Oh god, why did I choose to call myself that?</em> ... had regretted her flight from the place the previous evening, but there was still time to set that right, wasn't there? Most likely there would be fewer people around in the morning, She was bored, had dealt with all her emails, including back-hacking one that had a rather simple virus on it - Never try to hack a hacker, she had giggled to herself as she had reverse engineered the virus, modified it and emailed it back to the real sender in spite of his attempts to spoof the origin. But that onl;y gave her a couple of hours entertainment. <br><br>So she headed back to the club, changed into the black robe that was all they were allowed to wear, and headed in search of....<br><br>She shook her head. What exactly she was in search of, she had no idea, but her best guess was coffee, and possibly some sort of pastry. Her nose led her in the right direction. Coffee was available right there, in the dining room... "AHHHHHHH!" She let out a heart felt sigh and wandered over to where a jug of the dark brown life-saving liquid was keeping hot. Geek helped herself to a large mug full, added cream, no sugar, then spotted a plate with some croissants on it. They were cold, had probably been there a while but she was hungry. She helped herself to two of them and went to sit at a table, <br><br>The coffee was good, and the pastries were still fresh enough. Beggars can't be choosers, her dad always said. She'd only had a single slice of toast for breakfast, and a cup of instant coffee. This was far better even if it had been there a while. And after she finished her.... hmmm.... second cup... she would go in search of Duchess, and apologise for last night, and make her proposals...Okay, maybe after the third cup...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 03:22:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em> Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Geek</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>OPEN (For now)</em><br><hr><br>"<strong>You look lost, little kitten,</strong>" said a voice from the corner of the kitchen. <br><br>Lux always took her coffee black, because she quite liked the bitter taste in her mouth. She also never actually ate anything for breakfast, which could contribute to her very thin frame. To say it was her who placed the croissants out for the public to lure in her prey would give her too much credit, but she would thank the French pastry makers for hooking her such a fresh pretty jewel. Lux made her way into the kitchen, not mentioning how long she had been watching Geek from afar. She preferred to stalk her prey in quiet, like a feline predator grazing its way through the tall grass.<br><br>The woman was dressed in the same silken black robe, loosely hanging around her chest. Enough to show the outline of her small breasts, and her flat stomach. The mask was also placed perfectly on her face, but her had was a bit messed. Was she just waking up from a tumble from the previous night? Lux would never tell, but she did curl her toes into the pads of her foot just thinking about it. Her bare feet made her way to the coffee pot, then the coffee mug. Inspecting the glass momentarily to make sure it was clean enough, before setting it down and pouring herself a glass.<br><br>"<strong>A refill will do you good,</strong>" she then mentioned. Not even asking the woman if she'd like another cup. Instead, she closed the distance between the two. Holding the coffee pot in one hand and her own mug in the other. The woman poured her a glass, almost as if she was a waitress in another life, and locked her green eyes hidden behind her mask with Geek's. <br><br>The sound of the mug hitting the table chimed and Lux took her seat. Fingers curling around the warm cup, as she sat back in her chair. "<strong>You're looking a bit fresh for being here so early. Are you anxious about something?</strong>" she asked bringing the coffee to her lips. Feeling the woman out, as she definitely was intrigued. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 14:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Geek, #1001</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Coming into the dining room</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Open for now</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <br><hr><br>The chubby blonde looked up at the skinny brunette. She blushed. "Oh, er.... Hi?"<br><br>That was the best, most witty come-back she could come up with? <em>oh, er... hi?</em> Seriously Em, you can do better than that... "Yeah, thanks... For the refil..." Well, that's a bit better, but not much. "I ... er... I just got here, really. I was kinda... um... bored, so... I wanted to apologise to Duchess for, well, um... yeah. Kinda made an idiot of myself last night. I'm E..... Er... Geek." She remembered just in time to use her pseudonym. The nearest terminal was a few feet away, and she didn't want to be rude and go look up the number. This was one thing she was going to suggest to Duchess when she finally managed to meet the woman without freaking out.<br><br>She waited, offering a pause for the woman to supply her pseudonym, then smiled. "Pleasure to meet you. I was kind-of looking around wondering what might be fun to do here on a Friday morning. See, I'm... uh... new-ish.... New. No -ish".<br><br>She was babbling and she knew it. She took a deep breath and shook her head, determined not to make a fool of herself again. instead she took a long drink from her coffee cup, enjoying the warmth and flavour as it ran down her inside. Setting the mug on the table again, she held it with her right hand, while her left began to play nervously with her hair, pulling the blonde curls out from under the strap that held her mask in place, tucking some behind her ear, then for some reason, tucking a couple of locks back under the strap.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 22:02:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br>He growled. She liked that. <br><br>"<strong>Well, at least I know you have good taste,</strong>" she added as her slender fingers reached up to touch the mask on his face. Trailing along the intricate patters that were similar to her own, but vastly different in patter. "<strong>Although, it looks better on me,</strong>" she quipped. Raising her eyebrows in her normal defiant mannerism. Blunt fingernails scrapped down the side of his cheekbones, as they began their little dance. If he tugged on her, she'd tug at him back. If he gripped her hair to pull her head back, she would do the same. Lux rarely felt herself in situations where she was willing to lay down and 'take it' without any bit of a fight, and she didn't expect this situation to be any different. <br><br>He pushed into her, and she felt his desire and want. A smirk appeared at the corner of her lips as she tilted her head like a sly animal. "<strong>Is that all you got, sweetie?</strong>" she asked. Shivering as his hands slipped up her soft thigh, feeling a ripple of pleasure tingle in-between her thighs. Enough to distract her, even if just for a moment. As she noticed her silk robe slipping down the side of her shoulder. Exposing the curve of her small breasts that wanted to peak out and be free from the simple black robe on her body. <br><br>"<strong>What do you think?</strong>" she asked with a grin. Moving her eyes away from his face and to his own robe. Opening the front up as she looked at his bare chest. "<strong>Hmmm... I do think I quite enjoy your chest... I wonder what it would feel like to scrape my nails against your abdomen when you're balls deep inside of me,</strong>" she added. Like an invitation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 22:17:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em> Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Geek</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>OPEN (For now)</em><br><hr><br>It was too early in the morning for this. <br><br>Lux listened to the woman stutter, stumble over her words, and she could feel her insecurity spewing from her mouth at an alarming rate. She moved her hand to her temple, her elbow propped up on the armchair to help her head continue to prop up. The mug moving to her mouth as she took another sip. Was she still talking? Or attempting to talk? Her eyes slithered to the side to look at her, but eventually she sat her mug down. Placing her hand under the woman's chin to shut her mouth. Even if it was just for a brief moment. <br><br>"<strong>It's best to be silent, if you don't know what to say or how to say it,</strong>" she added. Then began to look at the woman's frame. Lux was abnormally skinny, so the contrast between her and Geek's shapely curves was fast. But what one didn't have is what one always wanted. Suddenly the grassy plains of Geek's body seemed greener than her own slick pasture. <br><br>Another sip of coffee came to her lips. Her eyes pensively looking at the woman, while she fingers went through her slightly messy hair. Patting it down and attempting to make herself appear at least a bit presentable. "<strong>Geek... Interesting name to give yourself. I'm Lux,</strong>" she held her her finger out. Letting her soft fingers trail away from the soft underside of her chin. "<strong>I'd prefer if you didn't ask why I picked the name,</strong>" she added.<br><br>"<strong>So, why are you nervous, Geek? Is this place not to your liking?</strong>" she crossed her legs, not caring to position her silk robe to cover her freshly exposed and slender thighs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 00:24:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>Ailess could only give a smirk back to Lux when he felt her hands trace along his mask, so close to touching his face as she spoke, her midsection pressed against his own as their robes became the barely thin wall that separated the two.<br><br>"Does it now? I was going to say the same thing..." His voice was low as his wine was long forgetten, still set on the table along with the wine bottle that had yet to be finished. Maybe after their little go around they could enjoy the rest of it together, though depending on this woman's mood, she may not stay. Maybe she'd leave him after and go in search of another good time; he had no idea at this point.<br><br>All he knew was that women was going to be a challenge, and he liked challenges.<br><br>When Lux spoke to him once more, teasing him and beginning to taunt him, Ailess almost gave a frown, but stopped once he felt it, her skin shiver ever so slightly once his hand began to glide up her bare thigh, soft skin against his own. "It's not, but if you keep saying such mean things I may have to end it here; don't think you want that, do you?" He was only joking as well, but this woman knew how to push his buttons; he could always push back though.<br><br>His eyes glanced from her face to the robe that began to slide from her shoulder, exposing more of her creamy skin and the curve of her neck, teasing his eyes with the tops of her breasts; they weren't big, but not tiny either. <br><br>"What do I think? Does my opinion really matter to you?" He asked this with a smirk, his question holding a hint of casual joking, until he felt her hands begin to tug at his own robe, moving it to expose his bare chest; however his most prized possesion was still hidden, a sweet treat to come when the time was right. At her question, Ailess could only give a chuckle, low and amused, as he looked down towards the woman beneath him.<br><br>"Balls deep, hm? That wouldn't happen to be a suggestion, would it, <em>Lux</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 11:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Geek, #1001 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12158963#msg12158963)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Coming into the dining room</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Open for now</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <br><hr><br>Her mouth dropped open at the admonition that she should say nothing rather than stammer. Geek had never been told off quite like that before. "sorry..." She muttered, face downcast, sipping her coffee again. That was the problem wasn't it. She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say, and so she ended up running away all the time. She felt like running now, even as the brunette's eyes wandered over her form, seeming to peer straight through the black silk. She looked up as Lux introduced herself. "Hi, nice to meet you, and yeah I sort-of regretted it the moment I sent off the form, but it was too late. Besides, I am a bit of a geek", she tapped her cyborg-like mask, with the binary number 9 on it. "I thought about being Nine of Nine, but that's a canon character". <br><br>"Nervous? Heh, yeah. I... I guess I'm just really shy around people I don't know. Heck, I'm shy around people I do know. I came here to try and get over that. You know, everyone walking around with nothing on... I figured if I could manage that, maybe not be quite so ashamed of what I look like, I might be a better person, you know? Instead, I went into geek mode when I saw the data retrieval system here, started thinking of ways to improve it. Then when I had the chance to tell the woman who owns the place, I wimped out. She is so beautiful, and so totally .... I guess the best word is immodest. She was wearing a robe, but it didn't hide anything, it just made her even sexier..."<br><br>Geek sighed, shook her head, trying not to look at the thighs that were exposed to her. She never tried crossing her legs, they didn't fit. She just kept them pressed together most of the time. The fact that her own nervous fiddling with her hair was being mirrored by the brunette made her blink. It wasn't really mirroring, was it? The woman was just trying to get her morning-after hair under control.<br><br>Well, one way to find out... Geek shifted in herb seat, turning slightly towards the woman. As she did so she deliberately forced herself <em>not</em> to adjust the robe, allowing it to fall open, exposing her own flabby thighs slightly. "So, uh... I am really bad at this conversation stuff. About the only thing I can think f asking is do you come here often, but that is so cheesy".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 22:21:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Ailess</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong>&nbsp; Testing the Waters<br><hr><br><br>"You're not going anywhere," she toyed as threatened to walk out. Why would he? Her slender legs were wrapped comfortably around the small of his back. Her fingers danced along the black silk of his rope, and attempted to toss the fabric side. Even her heel trailed comfortably along his spine, coaxing him to to stay. "And of course your opinion matters to me. I can't wait to hear you rant and rave about how tightly my mouth wraps around your cock," she licked her pale pink lips. Brushing a bit of her blonde bangs aside as her hungry eyes ate at his body more. Should she take him now? Or would she wait, but she knew he liked the concept of being balls deep inside of her.<br><br>Then, without waiting further instruction, she peeled the silk robes from his body. Undressing him before she undressed herself. "Lets stop playing games, dear Ailess, and lets get to the real meat of the evening," her hands slipped between her legs. Feeling the heat of her own sex on the back of her hand, and then her fingers lacing around his shaft with the other. Gingerly her digits traced him further down, until they spun lightly around the spongy helmet. "Will you do the honors of undressing me?" she asked. <br><br>Lux's hands did not stop working. They slipping past the soft helmet, and then aimed for his ballsack. Coaxing the tight cum filled sack as she traced the wrinkles of his sack with her fingers. Every touch that her hand placed on his member, every time she could feel his cock grow warmer with blood as she toyed with him, seemed to be pleasuring her just as well. She even opened her mouth and gasped, her nipples growing pert as she locked her eyes with his behind the mask. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>01-05-2016, 22:42:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em> Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Geek</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>OPEN (For now)</em><br><hr><br>Lux listened with an interest as the woman began to chat and chat. At least she would never have to worry about silences with this one. She also wondered if her mouth rattles on while there was a nimble tongue in-between her legs. Or did she mew and moan like a proper virgin slut. Lux couldn't decide, but it intrigued her. She had been with business men and women, trophy wives and trophy husbands, and admirable deviants who came from nothing. But Lux had never received her own, quirk, special nerd. Another conquest that she could fulfill. <br><br>So, she played along. For however long it took to relax the woman's full thighs from pressing into each other so tightly.<br><br>"I'm down here more often that I'd like to admit. I'm afraid that this is my social life now, since my family doesn't accept the deviant I am. I must hide," she brought the coffee and took another sip. "What about you, little geek, are you here looking to lose your virginity? Did you come from a trust fund... or was something making a cruel and horrible joke putting a shy girl like you into a madhouse of perverts?" she added. Licking her lips with a smile from her comment, and very curious on what her reaction would be. <br><br>But her eyes lingered to the opening in the woman's robe. Her breasts were so much fuller than her own, and her tongue began to swell. How she wanted to wrap her tongue around her pert nipples, and nibble on them ever so lightly. But the time would come for that later. She was going to see if she could either anger or relax this little shy kitten. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 00:16:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Geek, #1001 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12158963#msg12158963)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>The dining room at a table near the kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Open for now</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <br><hr><br>Questions that she could answer, even as the blue eyes behind the mask bored into her soul, stripped the black silk robe off her body. Geek had never felt more naked, even when she was wearing nothing. She hid her face in the coffee mug, her glasses steaming up behind the mask. <em>Little geek</em>... No one had ever accused her of being little before. She half smiled, then blushed hot as the question was completed. "I... Uh... Um... Yes...?" Loose her virginity... That was something she'd been trying to do since she hit puberty. But ... And this she knew she had to say aloud, no matter how embarrassing "Y- yes, I want to loose my virginity. But not to a man. I... No not a trust fund!" Now she had the right to smirk, and did. "I made my own money!" She was damn proud of that fact. "I paid the fee myself because i wanted to experience what it would be like to be a hedonist." She sighed and shrugged, not realising that every time she did that it allowed her robe to fall further open down her chest, revealing more and more of her cleavage.<br><br><em>Damn it Em. She wants you. Just give in...?</em> But no, that was never going to happen, was it. Saying <em>So do you want to fuck me?</em>m wasn't something she was able to say. Instead she heard herself say, "So what do you mean by 'deviant', exactly? I mean, that's a word that means departing from the norm, but what is normal? I think everyone is at least a little bit deviant. So being deviant is normal, therefore there is no such thing as being deviant! <em>Quod erat demonstrandum</em>". She giggled at the rather lame logical joke. <em>A Paradox a paradox a most ingenious paradox!</em> The line from Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance slipped unbidden into her head, and would not leave. <br><br>Geek shrugged. "So er... Do you often ask people out right if they are virgins? I mean... uh... that was kinda blunt, yeah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 06:54:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <strong>Bold</strong> is dialogue in Japanese<br><hr><br>"You'd think I'd say that so easily, do you?" Ailess asked, watching as Lux could only smirk towards him, talking of how he would praise her for such skills at sucking cock. She though rather highly of herself, didn't she? Well Ailess would knock her down a notch or two, just for the fun of it. Just because she thought she would bring him to his knees in her favor, didn't mean it was going to happen so easily; this woman was going to have a rather interesting fight on her hands. That seductive lick of her lips got him stirring a bit, his heart racing as well as his cock throbbing a bit, as he towered over her. He could feel her hands suddenly, pulling apart the robe he wore until he was now naked above her, his toned body, free of any hair, on display as his hard cock was so close to her, eager to get started.<br><br>He could only give a smirk as she spoke of their little game they had played, before she felt a hand wrap around his cock, playing with the soft head as he gave a low growl, his eyes burning towards her from the sudden action behind his mask. He was so caught up in the feel of her hand worshipping his cock, that he almost hadn't caught what Lux had said, asking him to undress her. Giving a teasing smirk her way, his tongue peeking out from his mouth, he leaned closer towards her as his hand trailed over her thigh once more, before it inched to grab at the tie of her robe, pulling against it to let it unravel. Her robe went loose around her, as the hand that grabbed at the tie began to move the garment aside, while he leaned down and teasingly nipped and bit at the curve of her neck softly, his other hand rubbing teasingly against the curve of her hip.<br><br>"The real game has begun then, dear Lux..." He whispered this to her, his breath teasing the soft skin of her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 04:37:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em> Kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Geek</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>OPEN (For now)</em><br><hr><br>"Now there's that purr of confidence," Lux said with a bit of excitement as she leaned into the table. Far more interested in the stammering young woman in front of her. It was true. The woman did have a bit more curve that contrasted her own body. Although some would argue that Lux was too thin, but Lux rather liked the difference between them. For she always wanted what she couldn't have. Her lips licked a bit of the coffee off of the top of her lip as she stared the woman down. "I make my own money too. I can respect that, little Geek," she said with her chin landing into her palm.<br><br>Her eyes ate the young woman like a hawk. Scanning her prey as she opened her robe just a bit more. A forward move for such a shy woman, and Lux loved assertive women. Without asking further, she slipped herself forward in her chain. Her slender digits finding the woman's breast. Fingers curling around the soft piece of flesh and then molding around the soft piece of flesh. Her fingers went to the sides of her torso and then slipped her hands behind her as she pulled her closer to her body. Her thumb went into her nipple, as she pressed her thumb harshly down on her tit. Until she could see the soft skin mold around her thumb. "So what. Why waste the time asking you questions all day, when all I want to do is see you squirm with my fingers inside of you," she released her thumb that was pressing down on her nipple, and then hovered her lips further north. <br><br>Then suddenly her hands met her thighs. Her grip was hard, as if the morning meant nothing to her. Ready for her first pounce of the day, she dragged her thumbs up her inner thighs. All while pulling the slit of her rope up, to expose more of her full thighs. "So you're a virgin, but how far? Have you had a tongue flick across your clit?" she said with her brows raised. A smirk on the side of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Kitchen &amp; Dining room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 14:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div style="display: block;" class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Geek, #1001 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245918.msg12158963#msg12158963)</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>The dining room at a table near the kitchen</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Open for now</em><br><strong>Notes: </strong> <br><hr><br>Geek looked away, her gaze overpowered. So Lux was a self made woman too? The fine work of the mask she wore made it clear that she appreciated the finer things in life. So why was she interested in a chubby little geek...? Emily gasped as the woman scooted closer, and her hands went inside the computer programmer's robe. Hands on her breasts... Hands that were not her own. For the first time ever. The woman's words should be making her blush, but instead they made her grin. "I want that too", she whispered.<br><br>Sensations coursed through Geek, feelings she'd never had before. Embarrassment at being treated this way warred with excitement, the two emotions combining to reinforce the feeling of arousal that swept over her. "Mnnnf!" She grunted in pleasure, wriggled as the hands scooted down her sides and grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart with a vice-like grip, revealing her puffy, wet virgin sex. The question caught her by surprise. <br><br>"Wha'...? Uh... N- no, I... I've never been... Just my own... er.... You know?" Now she <em>was</em> blushing. But she made no move to stop the woman who was clearly intent on seducing her, or possibly even raping her... But no, it would not be rape, Geek was more than willing. Her biggest problem right now was what to do with her hands. One was gripping the edge of the table, the other was fiddling with her own hair, twisting it around her fingers, a nervous habbit she'd been trying hard to break.<br><br>She was confused, unsure what she was supposed to do or say, how she was supposed to react. there was only one word that managed to escape from her mouth... "Please..." Though whether asking for Lux to stop or continue, Geek had no idea.
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