Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread
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				Title: <strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 01:16:23</strong>
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				<em><strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton, London, August 14</strong></em><br><br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/80267582.jpg)<br><br>Professor Josh Nakhti walked down Drury Lane to where his favourite shop was buzzing, manically turning out hundreds of espresso, cappuccino, latte and other exotic coffee derivations for, actors, academics and accountants who daily occupied the surrounding buildings. This place knew how to make coffee; indeed, they actually roasted the beans themselves. The aroma given off by their oils was heady, almost hypnotic even from a hundred yards away.<br><br>Josh enjoyed this exciting part of London, and looked forward to returning here from his academic responsibilities in Oxford and his annual Egyptian sabbaticals that took him away for three months of every year. He was here this time to lecture in a conference theatre at the Waldorf Hilton, located at the other end of Drury Lane from the British Museum. The organisers liked the historical Waldorf because many of the attendees, he couldn’t really call them students because they were mostly highly qualified already, came from all corners of the globe and the Waldorf was centrally located amidst London’s rich panoply of museums, theatres and shops.<br><br>His lecture was just one thread in a series of lectures comprising <strong>‘The 2010 Symposium on The Ancient Egyptian Civilisation’</strong> that was running over the next three days.&nbsp; He was planning to stay in his Chelsea townhouse this week and use the rest of the time to attend to his much neglected personal affairs. One of the problems with having two domiciles was the problem of collecting ‘snail’ mail. <em>Why everyone can’t use email these days is beyond me – we might as well be back in ancient times!</em><br><br>Sitting alone at the small, cramped, wooden table drinking his large cappuccino, an hour before the lecture was due to begin, he sifted through the list of attendees as he always did to assess the level at which he could pitch to his audience. He scanned the folder of the forty applications and about half of them he knew, either personally or by reputation, and the others were all new to him. He would mentally catalogue them for next time; the security photographs of two particular attendees caught his eye…<em>Andrea Peyton, olive skinned, she looks like she has mixed blood lines…beautiful looking, I wonder if her mind matches her beauty? I’ve seen her name recently, now where was it? In an artefact catalogue somewhere, maybe?&nbsp; Kate Hassan?…no, she’s new, and she definitely has mixed blood lines! It’s amazing how nature chooses only the best genes when lines are mixed. She looks good enough to eat. Careful Josh! You haven’t time to be messing around with sex or women, remember your Cleo charm translation work! And, remember the urgency, and your recent dreams…&nbsp; Oh fuck off! I’m getting tired of this fucking sexual abstention…it’s been two years now…and no masturbation either!</em> It was all or nothing for Josh, in every aspect of his life. <em>But Josh, you know that you have to finish the work, it’s important…</em> Josh’s obsessive, compulsive nature got the better of him again, as it always did; he would knuckle down.<br><br>Slightly irritated with himself, he finished his coffee and strolled back to the Waldorf arriving with fifteen minutes to spare; just enough time to make his way into the small theatre, switch on his slideshow, flick once through the deck and leave the introduction projected on to the white wall behind him. He waited, watched and occasionally smiled at people as they drifted in and settled in their seats.&nbsp; After a few minutes, the audience became quiet as Josh stood to make his opening remarks.<br><br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/c75a7770.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/papyrusfrombookofthedead125x95.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/earlyegyptian00035533_005.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/nebamun00013034_002.jpg) <br><br>“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and thank you for joining me here today. My name is Josh Nakhti and we are here, as you know, to look at some techniques that I have used for deciphering some of the lesser known scripts created during Queen Cleopatra’s time. You will now be aware whether you are in the right theatre or not, so if you have made a mistake but like what you see, please feel free to stay or you may choose to leave at this point.”&nbsp; He smiled as he looked around, paused and prepared himself to continue.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:05:07</strong>
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				(http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac281/jillianjiggles/untitled.jpg)<br><br>Andrea Peyton stepped into the theater with her head held high, scanning the room and looking for familiar faces. She was a naturally tall woman, and she loved to wear heels to accentuate this feature. Today she had on a pair of black ones which, though they appeared modest from the front, had a quite daring spike in back. They went well with her dark skirt and jacket and, all together, made her a notable and slightly imposing figure as she made her way through the crowd which was settling into their seats. <br><br>Andrea curved her full lips into a smile as she nodded to several far-off figures she knew from some place or another. <em>Complete bores, </em>she thought to herself,<em> unable to talk about anything or anyone who hasn't been dead for at least a thousand years. </em> She pretended to see someone else she knew and quickly changed course, moving towards the front of the theater. <br><br>For Andrea this lecture was something of a challenge for herself. She considered herself well-versed in Cleopatra, finding the queen to be the most fascinating figure in all of history, and wanted to see if this presumptuous professor Nakhti really had anything new and illuminating to say about the Queen's time and rule - or if he was just another in long line of men trying to make their name off of the fame of the great queen.<br><br>Andrea found a seat with several empty chairs around it and sat down, placing her bag on the chair next to her. She took out a&nbsp; notebook and silver pen that she held like an executioner's sword, ready for the speaker to make the slightest error.<br><br>Her bright eyes followed the speaker as he walked on to the stage. He was quite handsome for an archaeologist - there were far too few "Indiana Jones" types in her profession these days, and far too many who looked like his side-kick Sallah. If nothing else, this lecture would be easy on the eyes.<br><br>Sitting straight-backed, Andrea crossed her long legs and listened to the lecture begin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 16:08:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Unlike Andrea Peyton, Kate Hassan nearly tripped over the black heels she wore today. Really, Kate’s heels were not at all as dangerous looking either; <em>Kate knew better than to walk on daggers for her own safety, of course!</em> Although they did have a long, slender spike they became like rickety stilts to Kate when she was not paying attention to her balance; especially when she rounded the corner to enter the conference room of interest at the Waldorf Hotel. It would have been a nice save if someone else had been entering or exiting at the same time so that she could have pretended to be caught unawares by their <em>shoving</em> presence! Not this time. Kate flung out one arm and found the doorframe when her ankles slipped in her right shoe, catching herself from what would have been an embarrassing topple to the ground.<br><br><em>”Shit!”</em> She murmured under her breath, so sharply that it sounded like an Egyptian Cobra snake who had forgotten to spread the wings on its neck.<br><br>Finding herself again was a quick ordeal, and Kate was straightening the black shirt that tucked out from underneath her pin-striped short jacket. She definitely had a personality that was able to brush aside any embarrassment incurred and saunter forth in a <em>moving on</em> attitude. It didn’t matter much anyway. By the time Kate arrived just about everyone had found their seats; their backs facing the doorway frame with expectant eyes turned to the front, waiting on that Ancient Egyptian Civilization Symposium to begin. Yes, Kate was always <em>almost late</em> for every personal goal she sought. Her attendance to Professor Josh Nakhti’s lecture was not so she could fantasize further over his body without clothing or to wallow in the jealousy she felt over his accomplishments, but so she could brush up on all the Egyptian nonsense her parents tried to shove down her throat.<br><br>Olive green eyes targeted an available seat, and walking into the room with fresh confidence upon her heels she neared Andrea. There was a bag in the seat, but Kate leaned over slightly so she could almost whisper to the lovely female so that her voice wouldn’t carry to others. Kate hated attention, and she found that the residents of London, England were much the same way with their lack of color in clothing. They always wore drab colors, so Kate’s tan colored business suit with slacks that flared lightly at the bottom seemed to fit right in. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” she said, noting the pen and notepad in Andrea’s hands, “but is this seat already taken?”<br><br><em>“Good morning ladies and gentlemen and thank you for joining me here today. My name is Josh Nakhti and we are here, as you know, to look at some techniques..."</em><br><br>Kate gritted her teeth together, hearing the lecture begin. Ok, so maybe Kate was <em>more</em> than 'almost late' to all of her appointments.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 00:57:44</strong>
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				<em><strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton Hotel, Lecture Theatre 2</strong></em><br><br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/1dc89a41.jpg)<br><br>"Firstly, I guess some of you might be thinking that I’ll be going over already well trodden ground. After all, what’s left to know about Cleopatra that Shakespeare hasn’t already disclosed? Well, here’s what I’m not going to talk about today."<br><br>“I’m not going to talk about the Queen except where she is directly associated with a particular script; neither will I speak of her band of merry Nubian slaves directly or should I say, Sudanese, for that is where they originated. However, those tall, dark and handsome ‘mummy’s boys’ were <strong>pretty hard</strong> to ignore, if you’ll excuse the pun.” At this there was a general snicker from the group and it was then that Josh noticed the same two faces that he had singled out in the coffee shop, sitting and leaning shoulder to shoulder, Kate and Andrea, seemingly sharing a private joke with their feline eyes shining on him. <em>They aren’t just looking…but staring at me! </em><br><br><div align="center">(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/ecffeaaa.gif)&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><br>Andrea, he saw was taking notes already and Kate, he noticed, had been the last to take her seat after a rather unceremonious entrance; a smile teased the sides of his mouth as he remembered her stumble. <em>Beware women who wear pants!</em><br><br>“What I will speak of today, are some ancient scripts recently uncovered as you may have read in the press a few months ago, from deep beneath the very centre of the old Queen’s Empire. We initially translated the scripts at face value but now, by using new spectral technology we have surprisingly revealed what we believe to be the real messages within. Under certain light conditions, using a glass pyramid of particular dimensions we now see entirely different symbols. We hypothesise that they were written by one of the Nubian slaves or, most likely, by a Recorder who secretly learned to understand the ancient Kush symbolism and documented for posterity, if you can imagine, in a truly effective cipher; one that no Egyptian elder would ever know existed.“<br><br>“Our initial findings begin to tell a story…the story of their enslavement from birth.&nbsp; It is this technique that I will be focussing on today, and I hope you all, as I do, will feel privileged to be one of the first to begin to see life from their unique perspective, two and a half thousand years ago.”<br><br><em>I’m certainly not going to reveal the much more important translations that this technique has permitted me.</em> Josh was referring to the retranslations he was undertaking that pertained to the ancient ceremonial rites and rituals…and of course, charms.<br><br>During a pause in his delivery, he felt a sudden shiver run down his spine causing him to perceptibly wince; “someone had walked across his grave” as the old saying goes. This discomfort went deep, right into the marrow of his bones.&nbsp; He turned to look away from the class, trying to hide his reaction and continued as though his slow walk back to his laptop was a part of his delivery. <br><br>He continued on to provide what seemed to be a well received presentation.&nbsp; The group interacted with questions during the session and finally, at the end of the 90 minutes the class wound up. The group headed for the door at the back of the theatre and Josh followed the stragglers, Kate and Andrea up the steps. Suddenly, Kate seemed to stumble for the second time and bent over directly in front of Josh.<br><br><em>Oh my god! What a beautiful sight! Has it really been that long?</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 06:51:51</strong>
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				"No, it's free," Andrea whispered, moving her bag and letting the woman sit down next to her. Andrea felt a flutter of annoyance at the girl's interruption of her note-taking, but quickly lost herself again in the combined pleasures of watching the handsome professor and waiting for him to make an error.<br><br>Disappointingly for Andrea, there was not much in the professor's speech that she could take issue with. It was mainly concerning the lives of slaves during the queen's reign, a subject she had never felt comfortable with or had much interest in. She much preferred to focus on the feminist overtones of the powerful queen Cleopatra, rather than the dark realities of her rule.<br><br>The lecture did seem to fly by for Andrea. She smiled at the professor's attempted jokes and even occasionally laughed out loud, her boisterous giggle carrying notably over the sounds of the rest of the auditorium. She had come into the lecture hoping to catch him on an incorrect fact, but when the time for questions arrived she hadn't the heart to point out the few slight nit-picks she had. <br><br>With the speech over, the crowd began to disperse, and Andrea took the opportunity to speak to the woman next to her. "Hello there, I'm Andrea Peyton," the tall black woman said, standing up gracefully on her heels, "It was nice sitting with you. Where are you off to now?" <br><br>Andrea herself felt like having a drink - it was the only proper way to recover from hours discussing the dead. She didn't know much about the late-arriving woman next to her but she did much prefer her company over the old windbags that made up most of the rest of the audience. <br><br>Andrea and the woman walked and talked, heading up the stairs out of the theater. 
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				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:54:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate smiled at Andrea and whispered a “Thank you” while sitting down in the vacant seat. One leg crossed the other and she wiggled just enough to settle into the chair before crossing both arms in front of her tummy. She didn’t think to bring a notepad or pen and seeing Andrea with one kind of made her feel unprepared, until she reminded herself about the level of interest she, herself, carried in the Egyptian topic. Again, she was only there to give her parents some honor. After abandoning her pursuits in America and returning to London she often wondered what her studies would focus around now. Kate did love the rich culture of the Native Americans and the dig sites were so numerous and exciting, but the debate over rightful possession of land and artifacts was too stressful. Perhaps she really should look into ancient Egypt as her next area of study! Afterall, with such a vast distance of time separating the <em>present</em> from the <em>ancient past of Egypt</em> you didn’t find a whole lot of people adamantly claiming rightful possession of the pyramids or artifacts recovered.<br><br>Kate rubbed a finger along the skin of her other arm and mused over these things, unintentionally half-listening to Josh until he smiled at the audience. Oh yes, Josh Nakhti was a looker. Kate forgot about what had been trailing around in her mind, replaced by a gaze that scanned Josh’s body. They always said if you wanted to feel comfortable while on stage, imagine the audience sitting in nothing but underwear! Well Kate smirked, wondering if it helped what little stage-anxiety Josh may be experiencing to know that half of his audience were also trying to imagine <em>him</em> without any clothes on.<br><br>Yes, Kate stole a glance at Andrea sometime during the lecture and recognized that dreamy expression slightly painted on her face. Andrea also thought that Josh was good-looking. Being the type of person she was, Kate could not help but lean over to a perfect stranger and whisper something lewd, but amusing, to Andrea. “They say he has a tattoo on his dick that says <em>I love Mummies</em>” She giggled, smiling back at Josh who was unaware of the humorous exchange. “Boy wouldn’t I like to find out!”<br><br>When all was said and done, the lecture over with, Kate stood up and brushed out the wrinkles in her pants. Andrea asked her a question, and she happily answered, “It is a pleasure meeting you too Andrea. I am Kate Hassan. All this talk about finding hidden messages underneath other messages in ancient Egyptian scripts has made me thirsty! I have discovered a cute shop on Drury Lane that sells wonderful coffee and cappuccinos, but I am not sure if that is what I am in the mood for right now. I just moved here you see, and I do not know much about the hot spots around here. Do you know of any place where I could get a spirited drink of sorts? Oh you are invited to come too! It would be great having some company and…”<br><br>Oops! She tripped, again. Somehow, while walking with Andrea down the middle isle of chairs in the room she lost her balance and had to bend over and grab a chair to catch her fall. Kate only laughed at herself, recovering. “Girl…I would much rather be digging in dirt then wearing heels. I don’t even know why I put these damn things on in the first place.” Her accent was a mixture of British and good ol’ American country. Her words still carried the proper articulations of syllables as Europeans but sometimes a country drawl or a southern slang would rear it’s ugly head. “Tell me about yourself Andrea, have you ever been to an excavation site? Believe me, digging in the dirt and enduring 110 degree weather is <em>less</em> painful than wearing heels!”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:11:32</strong>
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				<strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton Hotel</strong><br><br>“Excuse me! Here, let me help you…Miss Hassan.” Josh wrapped his fingers around Kate’s upper arm and standing close, helped her back up to her feet. She seemed not to notice his touch, perhaps she was a little flustered, but she felt good.<br><br>“I couldn’t help but hear that you’re thinking of going for a drink? Perhaps I can help? There’s a lovely pub, only about ten minutes walk from here called The Lamb and Flag, one of the oldest pubs around…dates from the 16th century I think. Anyway, it’s good for a drink and fairly cosy.”<br><br>They both seemed interested and Josh started to give the ladies directions when in unison, they both kindly offered him an invitation to join them. <em>How can I refuse? But what about your translation work…? Sod off!</em><br><br>“I’d love to join you, thanks. Lecturing is thirsty work!” He introduced himself again, this time asking them to call him Josh, as they made their way through the door, down the escalator and to the outside taxi rank, where a black London taxi took them the five minute ride to the Lamb and Flag.<br><br>The taxi driver was a bit of a wag and in a cockney accent asked about us and where we came from. He would have been a useful member of <em>The Inquisition</em> and found out more about us in two minutes than any Detective Sergeant could hope to. Then, of course, he finished with a joke; a little risqué but Cockneys can be very cheeky.<br><br>“’ere…did you ‘ear about the girl who went to see the doctor and he told her that she had to stop masturbating?&nbsp; Why asked the girl. Well, ‘e says, because I’m trying to examine you!&nbsp; Hahahaha.&nbsp; Good one ‘ey? Hahaha”.&nbsp; The driver achieved his objective and made both girls giggle and blush, it made his day.<br><br>This encounter put everyone at ease as they made their way into the front courtyard of the pub and through the front door to the small and cosy bar where several people huddled around ordering drinks and laughing. Everyone was in a good mood and the pub had a good feel about it.<br><br>“I’ll get them in…what will you have?” Josh looked at both Andrea and Kate who were both still smiling and a little flushed, it seemed.<br><br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/bce70aef.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:05:31</strong>
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				Andrea was in good spirits after their cab ride. The tall African-American woman was always in the mood for a good time, and she had already identified Kate as someone she could enjoy a laugh with. Josh seemed like he would be fun as well - though exactly what type would remain to be seen!<br><br>"I'll have a cosmo," Andrea directed Josh, her bearing and voice that of someone used to talking down to servants and waiters. Her new friends could quickly detect that she was a woman who was used to being pampered and spoiled in her life.<br><br>"To answer your earlier question," Andrea said to Kate when Josh went to get the drinks, "I'm not much for field-work myself. I'm more of an academic. I'm happy to let people like yourself get dirty, then I'll do the reading and write the papers and get famous." Andrea laughed loudly, her eyes sparkling a little, teasing Kate. <br><br>Andrea leaned forward, several strands of her dark hair now hanging loose in front of her face from their bun. Her plump lips forming into a smile, she whispered to Kate "So what do you think the odds are of us finding out about that tattoo you mentioned tonight?" <br><br>Straightening back up to her normal perfect posture and regal bearing, Andrea nodded to Josh as he returned. "Thank you so much," she said with mock politeness, accepting her drink. Below the table, Andrea's high-heel was dangling playfully off of her toe, her long legs swinging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:09:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate maybe blanched a little when she found Josh Nakhti’s fingers wrapping into her upper arm so that he could assist her back up. Really, Kate was not <em>awful</em> walking in heels! If she was that bad she would not have worn them in the first place. Kate could very easily hold her own seductive pace upon those sexy instruments given the right amount of focus. It was just those certain obstacles that threw her off, such as turning tight corners or stepping down stairs. When Josh assisted her she just about flushed a deep red; embarrassed, but you had to look quick to catch it. Her ‘moving on’ personality very quickly covered up that embarrassment and replaced it with a flustering persona, one with stammering words and shocked surprise…”Th…thank you.”<br><br>The <em>Lamb and Flag</em> sounded like the perfect place she had in mind, and quickly agreed with Josh. Although the cab ride was very short, the driver made good use of every single second spent with his customers. Kate was laughing at his jokes, and was thankful for the ice-breaking moment. The threesome seemed to be quickly thrown together…a few people wanting to have a good time…and was harmless enough despite being unfamiliar with each other.<br><br>When they arrived at their destination Josh seemed to be correct in everything he had said about the place. It was very light-hearted and comfortable. Kate smiled when Andrea ordered a Cosmo. That was a good drink, but for some reason she felt like having a different taste of spirit this evening. “Make mine a vodka sunrise please.” She watched Josh disappear and briefly delved into those earlier feelings of being jealous about him and everything he has accomplished. If she would have pursued the Egyptian study like her parents wanted her to from the beginning, she could be as well-known as he was today. Maybe though…just maybe the time spent at the <em>Lamb and Flag</em> will change her feelings about him altogether. He seemed like a fun person to be around with.<br><br>Kate smiled at Andrea and listened to her response to the earlier question. Her own eyes sparkled in humor at Andrea’s teasing jest. The more she learned about Andrea the more she enjoyed her company. They seemed like two totally different people…but they always said that opposites attracted each other, friendship or otherwise. “Ah now Andrea, there is something very gratifying about being on your hands and knees in the dirt…the stuff you encounter is personally rewarding! You should come with me one day to a dig site. I guarantee that you will never be the same person again regarding archaeology.”<br><br><em> "So what do you think the odds are of us finding out about that tattoo you mentioned tonight?"</em><br><br>“Mmm…” Kate leaned back in her chair with a desirably playful moan. A grin spread across her lips and her eyes danced back at Andrea in eagerness, “I bet our odds will turn considerably in our favor if we can get him to drink enough.” She leaned over and whispered to Andrea now, seeing how Josh was nearing with their drinks. “He already looks like he is about to burst at the seams.”<br><br>Kate dashed a friendly smile at Josh when he returned and took her drink, swirling the colored liquid around…”I was just sharing with Andrea how she should visit a real archaeology site someday. She says she has never been to one. I bet you and I could drag her out of that office one day and show her a good time, don’t you agree Josh?” <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:58:34</strong>
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				<em><strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton Hotel - Lamb and Flag Pub</strong></em><br><br>Josh went to the bar and ordered the drinks. <em>How lucky am I? Two gorgeous birds to keep me company…maybe it could develop into something more? Nah…I don’t think your luck will stretch that far, you’re dreaming, Josh.</em>. Not since his college days with the rowing team had he experienced this kind of female attention. But then he was younger than the others and he had been singled out by the girls for special attention.&nbsp; The tattoo was in fact a reality, a consequence of one of the nights the girls took advantage…they figured his cock was in good enough shape to carry the message so they virtually held him down while he was imprinted.&nbsp; The rowing groupie ‘sisterhood’ had then made a pact to keep it a secret between them and naturally, over time the knowledge became campus folklore.<br><br>Josh returned from the scrum at the bar with three drinks: the vodka sunrise, the cosmopolitan and his pint of Guinness.&nbsp; The ladies were obviously getting along well together, both huddled together and giggling, Andrea’s laugh being hard to miss; he had heard her loud guffaw from over at the bar…it was kind of cute.<br><br>“So tell me, do you ladies already know each other?”<br><br>It became clear that they had only met today for the first time but they definitely showed a camaraderie that developed more and more over the following few hours. The conversation was flowing, beginning with where they lived and where they were staying. Josh spoke of his three storey town house in Chelsea overlooking the Thames, Victorian architecture but modernised throughout its interior with Italian leather, crème and black tones and peppered with Egyptian artefacts that he had managed to retain for his own enjoyment.&nbsp; His home seemed to attract a lot of attention, the girls both seemingly eager to see it. <br><br>The afternoon wore on into the evening with barely a pause in conversation. Kate repeated her earlier comment about enjoying being on her hands and knees in an archaeological dig and this was met by a riposte from a by now very unabashed Josh who offhandedly offered that one didn’t have to be on an archaeological dig to enjoy being on ones hands and knees! <em>Bloody Hell, where did that come from? It just slipped out.</em><br><br>“Oh…er…I’ll get another round in.”&nbsp; Josh quickly avoided the girls’ response and shuddered at what they would think of his lewd comment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 19:26:43</strong>
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				Andrea smirked at Josh's crude remark, adding in a whisper she knew he would overhear even though he was walking towards the bar - "I don't know - dig or no, I'm not the kind to get on my hands and knees. I prefer to be on top!"<br><br>The black woman snickered and tossed her head back, showing off the light brown skin of her delicate throat. She was enjoying herself immensely. Andrea had spent the last few days doing nothing but finishing up her work and studying prior to the conference. She had been putting in 14 hour days and hadn't been sleeping well, as was usual for her before a big event. She put a lot of pressure on herself to be the best at whatever she did, and that required a great deal of work. When she did let loose, like she was currently, it was a big relief. <br><br>"But anyways," she said, her eyes flashing as she moved back to the general topic, "I'm not saying that I don't appreciate you dirt-jockeys out there, digging away, doing the hard work under the sun...it's just not for me." She smiled at Kate and nodded to Josh as he returned with another round. <br><br>Andrea consciously tried to slow down as she started on her second drink, wanting to keep control of herself. When she drank too much she tended to get aggressive and bitchy, and she didn't want her new friends to see that side of her. She took a pen out of her purse and began to spin it around in her long-nailed fingers, to have something to occupy her hands other than her drink.<br><br>"Your house sounds absolutely lovely, Josh," Andrea said, "I'm originally from the States - California specifically. I've never got around to finding a permanent place here - I've just got a small apartment on the outskirts of the city."<br><br>She thought of her apartment, the large studio that barely looked lived in. She spent most of her time at work in the university - the apartment was just a place to sleep. Everything there was orderly and organized - it was a stark reflection of her personality. <br><br>Andrea shifted on her stool, her stocking-clad knee brushing against Kate's. Andrea muttered an apology and re-crossed her legs, causing her high-heeled foot to brush against Josh's leg in the process. She smiled and looked away, not acknowledging the accidental contact. If her complexion could show it, she would be blushing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 02:53:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">One would expect Kate to blush at Josh’s lewd comment, but her smile turned upwards into a ‘knowing’ smirk at his humor. Her eyes shined healthy, and lustfully towards Josh for a few seconds before Andrea commented back. Andrea’s words that followed after Josh’s retreating body sent her smirk into an audible giggle. Kate had no problem picturing Andrea playing ‘top’. The female was boastful enough and very confident in her bearing that Kate could find herself convinced. As for Kate, playing top or bottom depended on the person; and as she could see herself falling into Andrea’s whimsical desires and pleasing the woman as Andrea wanted, Josh was still an enigma. Upon one hand she could imagine riding his girth and fucking his brains until he couldn’t see straight anymore, yet there was a side of him that made her want to please him from her knees. Kate almost purred back at Andrea now that Josh was completely gone. “I do believe you would enjoy top. As for me I think I will grovel in the dirt.”<br><br><em> "I'm not saying that I don't appreciate you dirt-jockeys out there, digging away, doing the hard work under the sun...it's just not for me."</em><br><br>“Oh of course not! I did not even think to take it that way.” Kate traced her chestnut eyes over Andrea’s hair and delicate throat, enjoying her beauty. “There is a place in society for everyone and you are very fortunate to have found where you belong, and are most comfortable at.”<br><br>Kate took the second glass from Josh when he returned. She was not shy in drinking. She loved getting loose and forgetting about responsibilities. Just like Andrea though she had to watch how much she drank, but for different reasons; she always noticed how she did not return to focus on her work ‘till two days after getting shit-faced. Kate nodded while drinking the sweet liquid down her throat, agreeing with Andrea, and swallowed. “Yes, Josh’s house does sound nice. I wonder if he uses it as a bachelors pad!” Kate giggled at herself, but continued. “I am like you Andrea, I just moved here myself and found me a small place on the outskirts of the bustling city.”<br><br>When Andrea shifted and brushed her knee along her leg, Kate had to double swallow to make sure she had throated all the liquid down, obviously having an arousal button pushed. Kate played off Andrea’s apology as if she hardly noticed a thing, and smiled at Josh who seemed occupied in thought (perhaps because he had been brushed by Andrea’s high-heel!) Kate was getting a little unabashed herself, but was not surprised at all by the comment that came out her mouth. She could be such a slut for sexual conversations sometimes, and wouldn’t mind a bit if they all three ended up doing a threesome in Josh’s bachelors pad tonight! “What about you Josh, top or bottom?”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 06:39:46</strong>
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				<strong>Ancient Revenge - Waldorf Hilton Hotel - Lamb &amp; Flag Pub</strong><br><br>Something wonderful was happening to Josh. As he left the table for the bar, he was beginning to relax for the first time in years. He had only had one drink but his light headedness and feeling of euphoria felt good…damned good! <br><br>Firstly, before he left the table, Kate gave him the biggest <em>“Come on then, do it to me”</em> look that his throat constricted and legs wavered for half a second. Then, as he took a step towards the bar he heard Andrea’s voice say <em>"I don't know - dig or no, I'm not the kind to get on my hands and knees. I prefer to be on top!" </em><br><br><em>Jesus! She’s telling it like it is and letting the whole bar in on her sexual preferences. Well, wouldn’t that be something…</em> Josh compiled a mental image of himself, naked on all fours, his mouth positioned between Kate’s wide-open legs as she sat on one of his armless chairs at home with Andrea riding him wielding a crop shouting “Eat more! Eat deeper! Rattle that tongue!” With this image in mind, he was surprised to hear the barmaid repeating her demand for cash.<br><br>“<em>That’ll be fourteen pounds and fifty pee, duck. Are you alright, dear? You look a little bit flushed.”</em><br><br>“What? Oh, yes…sorry.” Josh came out of his reverie and reached for some loose notes in his trouser pocket and his hand bumped into something that wasn’t as soft as it should have been. He handed the cash over and grabbed the glasses, hurriedly returning back to the table so that he could sit and hide his possible embarrassment. <br><br><em>"Your house sounds absolutely lovely, Josh," Andrea said, "I'm originally from the States - California specifically. I've never got around to finding a permanent place here - I've just got a small apartment on the outskirts of the city."</em> Andrea said as he sat down again. She looked a little flushed too, from giggling, as did Kate. <br><br><em>Why haven’t I chilled out like this before now? God knows there have been so many lectures and opportunities to do this, so why now? Who cares anyway; just enjoy the fucking company you dope!</em><br><br>“Thanks. You’ll be finding it a little strange here in London then; it’s such a massive city that it takes years to get to know it well.”<br><br>And then he saw Andrea’s knee brush along Kate’s leg…the reaction from Kate was startling although she obviously tried to hide her emotive response. Her eyes widened and there was a hint of her breath being sucked in and held. <em>Astonishing! I swear that she’s turned on by that touch!</em> He then had his own taste of Andrea when she pushed her spiked high-heel against the side of his calf. He looked down and sensed that she had done this to alert his attention to her legs, which seemed to be getting longer now that she had crossed them again. He took another slow breath to keep control; he was definitely getting warm.<br><br>“God it’s warm in here don’t you think?”<br><br>This was doing nothing to help temper his mood and his pants were getting suddenly much tighter. He quickly took his pint in both hands, had a quick drink and held the beer in front of his crotch, trying to look relaxed. What he didn’t know was that the beer froth had left a ridiculous white moustache above his lip. <br><br><em>“What about you Josh, top or bottom?”</em> Kate said loud enough for the both of them to hear. <br><br>Josh’s image of the threesome came back to him in a blinding flash. His beer was given a punch from behind that almost caused spillage and his face flushed in an instant.&nbsp; He decided to keep the game going…hell, this could lead anywhere and it was certainly going to be fun.<br><br>“Now that’s one hell of an interesting question, Kate.” He looked at both Andrea and Kate who seemed now to be smiling at him and very seductively licking their top lips from side to side. <em>No, they are giggling! The little whores are teasing me…hehe.</em> Josh couldn’t stop himself from breaking into a laugh too, the scenario was so funny. Two gorgeous, birds giving him the tongue treatment! All three of them sitting there laughing with tears streaming down the girls faces.<br><br>“Well, to be honest, I like tops and bottoms...hehe...and backs and fronts!” Of course, what Josh didn’t know was that they were trying to tell him to lick his top lip where the foam sat making him look like a very young Santa Claus. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 01:32:19</strong>
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				Andrea smirked and rolled her eyes as Josh joked, ignoring the foam covering his upper lip. She gave up on licking her own lips to alert him, and decided instead just to enjoy his obliviousness. On some level Andrea always felt glee when a colleague or professional competitor was made to look foolish - she supposed it was a character flaw, but it was definitely one she could life with.<br><br>"So Josh," she said, keeping her voice completely serious and looking the man in the eye, "That was quite a presentation you gave today. You really are a talented speaker." Andrea's long, delicate fingers cupped her own chin, her elbow on the table. She was absolutely stone-faced, determined not to alert Josh to his foamy facial hair. <br><br>"Don't you agree, Kate?" Andrea asked, turning her gaze to the brunette, "Wasn't the presentation absolutely riveting? Didn't it remind you of why you got into the field in the first place?" <br><br>Andrea sipped her drink slowly, making it last. Her two longest fingers twitched compulsively, a habit she hadn't been able to leave behind since she quit smoking years ago. Any time she was drinking or in a bar she felt it should be accompanied by a cigarette - and her fingers still longed to hold one. <br><br>"Although, Josh, I personally was hoping for a bit more about the Queen herself. She's such a fascinating figure, I can't get enough of her - although I suppose the lives of those who served her are interesting as well, to a point." Andrea removed her dark jacket without making a show of it, leaving it on the back of her chair. Josh was right - the place was quite warm. She subtly undid the top button of her white blouse, wishing the place would turn on the air conditioning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:55:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate smiled when Josh lowered his glass, revealing the white foam of beer spread across his top lip. If she wouldn’t have been so sexual minded, it would have reminded her of those ‘Got Milk’ advertisements that became so popular many years back. Her smile broadened when he didn’t appear to notice his mustache, and then brightened up when it was obvious that the poor fool had no clue! Kate stole a glance towards Andrea to see if she was enjoying the comedic entertainment, and giggle out loud to find Andrea trying to give him the ‘mustache signal’. Kate tried too by slipping her own tongue over her lips and making sure Josh caught the action. Somehow though, Josh managed to maintain his cute image by missing the signals altogether.<br><br>Kate shared a few more intense giggles with Andrea before falling into a serious complexion herself. It would sure make out for some good entertainment to see how long the big name archaeologist would resume this night without realizing his foamy mustache! She leaned back against the support of her chair and relaxed, lifting her glass for another sip while never taking her humorous eyes off of Josh.<br><br><em>"Don't you agree, Kate?" Andrea asked, "Wasn't the presentation absolutely riveting? Didn't it remind you of why you got into the field in the first place?"&nbsp; </em><br><br>“Hmm?” Kate shot her eyes away from Josh and onto Andrea while the question sank in. She almost frowned, but caught herself from doing so. “Oh, yes…it sure did” she lied.&nbsp; Although she understood what Andrea had seen in Josh’s presentation to make such a reminiscent remark, Kate did not share those feelings. In fact, Kate always had a hard time trying to discern between her passion and the dreams her parents held for her. From what she remembered, her parents had put her into the field in the first place, and Kate had to take what had been dished to her and find a passion within. Her passion became so alive that it was hard to tell these days exactly why she had entered the field in the first place.<br><br>Kate was quick to divert the subject. “I never knew we had so much evidence that described the lives of the Egyptian people, or their slaves for that matter! I was completely enthralled over your details describing the regime of Egyptians slaves.”<br><br><em> "Although, Josh, I personally was hoping for a bit more about the Queen herself. She's such a fascinating figure, I can't get enough of her - although I suppose the lives of those who served her are interesting as well, to a point."</em><br><br>Kate smiled and nodded her head to agree with Andrea, happy to see the subject change. She took off her peti coat while Andrea did as well, revealing the wine colored sleeveless shirt that hugged her frame. After draping it over the back of her chair she stood up while giving Andrea an ‘apologetic’ smile. Poor Kate just couldn’t help herself! Josh needed help….<br><br>Leaving the table without any further excuse other than that dashing smile of a sorted apology, she walked behind Josh’s chair to reach the bar. Other noises; such as the clinking of glasses, the laughter of other people, and the flat-screen television in the background filled her ears, drowning out anything that Josh or Andrea said while she was away. She asked the barmaid for a few napkins, and after obtaining them, she carefully turned around in her high-heels and returned to the table.<br><br>Coming up behind Josh she grabbed a fistful of his hair and abruptly pulled his head back to make him look up at the ceiling of the <em>Flag and Lamb</em> pub. With her forefinger she pressed it against the corner of his mouth and slowly ran it over his lips halfway, stopping upon those twin tiers before pulling away. She stuck out her tongue and wiped the foamy beer upon her pink taste buds and smiled, “Mmm, tasty.”<br><br>Repeating this, she used her finger to wipe away the other half of his mustache. Only this time she dabbed the tip of his nose with the left-over foam and pushed a napkin or two into one of his hands before releasing his hair. Josh now had a clean mouth, but his nose poised a button sized amount of foamy beer. Kate looked back at Andrea and laughed.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 01:41:07</strong>
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				Three long drinks in quick succession and the pint glass was empty. He needed time to recompose himself, to gather his wits about him instead of ogling at these girls and making a damn fool of himself. <em>What’s the matter with you? Are you sick? Don’t you know that these are a distraction to your real mission? Remember the translation?</em><br><br>He saw the girls take off a layer of clothing and Kate rise, thinking that she was off to the bathroom. A few seconds later, his head snapped backwards as his hair was pulled from behind. Kate’s smiling face beamed at him upside down as she went through some rather sensual motions to point out that he had been wearing a Guinnesstache. The mixture of her strength and her softness was intoxicating and yet again the trouser cobra twitched in its compartment as he relaxed into her care.<br><br>Josh was tired of his translation work. He knew that he had made good progress but he was at the end of his tether with it all. Maybe it was the fact that he was having such a relaxing break here…maybe it was because his loins had stirred for the first time in what must have been years…and maybe it was his body clock ticking away and telling him that if he didn’t use his god given abilities then he would lose them. That was a scary thought!<br><br>His mind came back to real time as Andrea mentioned something about wanting to know more of Cleopatra. His eyes stared into his empty glass as he unconsciously wiped the back of his hand against the end of his nose and blinked slowly. It took a second for his eyes to refocus. Something that had been pulling and stretching, torturing and bleeding his life away suddenly lost its hold on him. He started to speak without engaging his brain.<br><br>“Oh, that witch!” he spoke in a low steady voice to the glass and looked up. He saw Andrea and Kate stop and look at him, waiting for an explanation or some kind of continuance. “Well, she was! A bitch and a witch, that is…if only you knew the whole story. She was the single greatest sexual miscreant in history!” They waited still. He had their full attention now.<br><br>“Look, I shouldn’t really be telling you this…I’ve told no-one yet so why I’m doing this now I don’t know. Yes I do…” <em>Don’t do this! This is your work! No! No! No! Absolutely not! Keep your big mouth shut! Shut it now!</em><br><br>“She…I’m sorry, but I…I’m talking rubbish, sorry. I don’t know what came over me" he said with a shrug and a covering smile. "I’ll get us more drinks. It’s hotter than a pole dancer’s fanny in here!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 06:56:41</strong>
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				The dark-skinned beauty laughed out loud as Kate finally took action and removed the foam from Josh's face. She met Kate's playful gaze and winked at her as Kate left a drop of foam poised on Josh's nose. Andrea was glad that the other girl was willing to play along in the tease. <br><br>Andrea's exquisite eyebrows shot up at Josh's comments on Cleopatra. She had always felt a deep personal connection with the ancient queen, though she knew it was silly to get too emotionally invested in someone who had died thousands of years ago. Still, she felt the way about the queen that some women did about celebrities that they had never met, and bristled at any slight towards her as if it was a personal insult. <br><br>"Now Josh," Andrea said, reaching across the table and taking a firm hold of the man's hand just as he was about to stand, "You know you can't drop delicious hints like that and then not deliver. If you're going to say those things about Cleopatra, you had better have some evidence to back them up." <br><br>Andrea's voice was light and playful, but her eyes held a steely seriousness that was surprising. She was leaning over the table and holding on to Josh's hand, the front of her white blouse dipping just enough to give both Josh and Kate a glimpse of the richly-colored skin of her large C-cup breasts. <br><br>"Now please, Professor Nakhti, enlighten a fellow scholar. You have my word that I won't tell anyone." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snow Cherry</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 02:29:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Kate grinned at Josh before releasing her grip in his hair and allowing his head to relax as normal. She never thought in a million years she would find herself this close to the famous professor as tonight disclosed. He was cute and charming, but a part of her was jealous. He was everything she could have been in Europe if she hadn’t had run away like the typical teenage sap story almost every person possessed. But, so what. Kate was mature enough to not let such trifle emotions get in the way of having a good night. It was just surprising to her to discover how enjoyable his company was. Kate had always imagined Josh as being a stuck-up hard-case who was too engrossed in his work to even take time to masturbate.<br><br>She left him two or three napkins and returned to her seat. After settling down once more she slipped Andrea some napkins too. It was funny how Kate took the time to inspect the <em>Lamb and Flag</em> pub logo imprinted on the linen; the ivy leaves swirling around the silhouette of a tall glass. She had always been keen on noticing small details, even when there was so much activity to take note of all around her. Andrea was another successful figure that Kate could easily find herself envious of, but somehow the envy was not there. Yes, admiration was plenty though. Kate only wanted to have a good time and that meant pushing aside personal work issues and worries. Besides, Andrea could become a good friend. She saw potential in the possibility.<br><br>Kate was torn from her musings when Josh spoke up regarding Cleopatra. She quickly put on a blank face, but was very amused on the inside. Now these were words you did not hear from a podium; words that revealed true feelings and deep treasures of knowledge. She wanted Josh to continue with his train of thought but Andrea seemed to be the one with enough boldness to press him further. She watched the dark skinned lady implore the professor to continue by reaching for his hand and halting his absence from the table. Kate glanced at the cleavage revealed when Andrea leaned forward; imagining running her tongue along the rich-hued skin while following the curve of her breasts.<br><br>Picking up her glass she took a sip, washing down her lustful thoughts. Eyes dipped into the motion of the smooth liquid as she tilted it and swallowed enough to clear her mind. Setting the glass back down she nodded in agreement with Andrea, “Oh please do tell professor! You have hooked both of our interests and now you must follow through with it. Anything less would be rude, …and simply torture. Although I don’t mind some degree of torture every now and then, I just prefer to find it within context if you know what I mean? Please share with us Professor Nakhti. I do promise you have my word as well; I will keep it a secret.”<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ancient Revenge - Waldorf, London Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cere</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 04:00:28</strong>
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				<strong>Ancient Revenge - Lamb &amp; Flag Pub</strong><br><br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad212/cere33/878abccd.jpg)<br><br>Josh felt Andrea's soft hand grab a willful hold of his and prevented him from leaving his seat with a force that belied her outwardly petite appearance. He saw determination in her eyes and as he looked back at her he couldn't help but see more than he had bargained for. Her blouse was splayed open wide, enough to show her ample, perfectly rounded and tanned globes being squeezed together by her reaching across the table. He corrected his stare, flushing slightly, and looked back at Andrea's face; she hadn't even blinked. She knew what he had seen and hadn't batted an eyelid, rather her eyes seemed to smile at him to let him know that she was flagrantly teasing him...to turn him on...or to make him do something rash. <em>Go on...look again, I dare you!</em> they silently challenged.<br><br>He accepted the challenge and his eyes moved again to check out her form, this time as his own eyes lifted again they smiled back, approvingly, whilst he let his thumb slowly stroke the back of Andrea's hand as he relinquished her grip. <br><br>"So you show me Victoria's Secret" pointing with his eyes to her white lace under bra, "and now you want me to tell you mine in return. Is that it?" Josh gained confidence and raised his brow with a questioning look. "Surely I'd have to see all your 'Victoria's Secrets' for me to let you in on mine don't you think? "<br><br>He glanced across at Kate who also hadn't moved, even as she made innuendo about torture, she too smiled, posing a seductive request for him to embellish his earlier statement. He noticed that she too had caught her breath when Andrea's breasts were on show. <em>Now it may be the alcohol speaking but I think she was quite turned on by Andrea's little display. She seems to have a taste for girls...I wonder if she goes both ways?</em><br><br>"And you too, Kate. What secrets will you share with us so that we can all be on an equal footing on this deal?"<br><br><em>That's got them stumped! Well done you...but hey, you're not serious about going through with telling them are you? No! It's just flesh, Josh! Just flesh! Sex! It's sex! That's what's getting you steamed up isn't it? Just because you haven't had any for god knows how long you think you're on a winner here. Your brain is muddled...probably flooded with unused semen! Well just take a look at them...they're just...well Andrea is...she's alright...but Kate, well...ok, she's nice...no don't look! Don't look Josh! I'm telling you...</em><br><br>Josh put his conscience to its rightful place at the back of his mind as he sat back and looked at both girls with a mischievous grin. They both really were something special and his pants had tightened up again for some reason.<br>
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