Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One
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				Title: <strong>Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 14:12:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Bannersmuttastic.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Mansion, Floor One</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2162.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.homebunch.com/wp-content/uploads/1264.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Kitchen</span></div></td><td>(http://www1.pictures.lonny.com/mp/1Tqnqj4GD3Jl.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Living Area</span></div></td><td>(http://www3.pictures.lonny.com/mp/pUSvjjBmvICl.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Breakfast Nook</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to the Floor One. Rooms include a kitchen, living room, grand foyer, club room, library, dining room, movie theater, game room, and other public areas.<br></span></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Game Links</span></strong><br>OOC &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259066.0)<br>Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=258938.0)<br>Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.0)<br>Want Ads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259140.0)<br>History Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259075.0)<br>Great Outdoors (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259084.0)<br>Mansion, Floor One (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259085.0)<br>Mansion, Floor Two (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259087.0)<br>Mansion, Lower Level (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259088.0)<br></span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 14:26:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/August-2018-calendar.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Things You Should Know</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">-The trip's duration is from August 1 to August 15. It is also the year 2018.<br>-The Island is called Paradise Isle, and it is own by James Richards, the owner of Fhloston Inc.<br>-The island is located somewhere near Indonesia.</span></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag Header</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://pic)</div><strong>Name:</strong> What's your character's name? <br><strong>Status:</strong> Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where are they currently located?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Who is directly interacted with in the post? <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here<hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]http://pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] What's your character's name? <br>[b]Status:[/b] Are they a guest, employee, or hired help? Please include their position if an employee. <br>[b]Date | Time:[/b] What day are you playing on? What time of day is it?<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they currently located?<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] What are they wearing currently? Feel free to link a picture or describe their attire in words. <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who is directly interacted with in the post? [b]Mentioned:[/b] Does your character mention another character but not interact with them?<br>[b]Content Warning:[/b] Not everyone likes what you like. Add a suitable warning here[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>24-11-2016, 17:11:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN (feel free to hop in!) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">It was rare for Charlie to be bored. Or rather, it was rare for her to <em>stay</em> bored. However, that had nearly seemed to be the case aboard the yacht. Anticipation had made the time seem to tick by agonizingly slow, especially since she'd given up almost any tech related item she owned. As a result there were no candids of the gorgeous people she worked with. No chatting to friends who'd opted to take the bonus instead of the vacation. She'd only been able to keep her ipod nano because it didn't have a camera or microphone, and with it she'd made the perfect soundtrack... to her waiting. Eventually she'd gotten the idea in her head to test just how willing the staff were to <em>serve</em>--not to mention escape her mother--and had found a cozy little spot to play "Charlie says" with a pair of them. The rest of the ride had breezed by after that.<br><br>Arriving to the island though had reminded Charlie instantly just how much she missed her cameras. Normally she and her cameras were inseparable--there was a reason her first job aboard a cruise ship had been that of photographer. She'd taken to photography in college and had studied enough to probably have majored in it but while it was as much a passion of hers as music, she hadn't been sure she wanted it to ultimately be what her life was directed toward. Her collection of photos documenting her journey since she'd left school behind was quite expansive but no it occurred to her that her journal would be missing a chapter. Which sucked enough to make her feel like pouting even if she did completely understand why it was necessary. <br><br>After listening to James Richards' rousing speech, Charlie had hitched her backpack up, switched on her music, and set about exploring the mansion first. She'd wanted check out her room and maybe even detour by the kitchen to get something to eat during the course of her exploration but she'd gotten a bit side tracked once she'd found herself in the game room. Not really a surprise for those who knew her. Chill as she was she did have a habit of liking to touch things and play.<br><br>Humming to herself, Charlie detoured toward the pool table and ran her fingertips along the pristine felt lining. It looked completely unused. The balls gleamed from their triangle arrangement and even the cubes of chalk looked as if they'd just been opened. It felt as though she were the first to even consider using the table, which for some reason caused her to smirk.<br><br>Letting her backpack slip off her shoulders, Charlie set it against the wall before moving back to the table. Hiking up to her tiptoes she leaned slightly over the railing and shoved at the balls, instantly disbursing them from their triangle pattern and making a bunch of noise in the process.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 05:54:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlotte, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr><br>The place was remarkable. Well planned, well built. It seemed like a great deal of thought had been put into the place. It hadn't been planned as a hotel, though. That much was certain. Somebody had put a lot of personal touches to it, made it pleasing to his or her eye instead of what would appeal to a wider audience, and thus made it unique, special in its own way. Thomas had found himself wandering through the halls after Richards' speech, inspecting the details, wondering just what the person was thinking when they decided that they wanted something that particular way.<br><br>He eventually found himself trailing into a game room. Various setups were put in place, all pristine, like they hadn't been touched before he had arrived. He wondered if it was the case. If everything was actually new and they were the first ones to encounter them, or if the staff here was just that damn good that when they cleaned stuff up, they really went the extra mile. Either way, he made a mental note to be generous while tipping here.<br><br>He paused in his inspection of the room when he realized that he wasn't alone in the room. He couldn't see much of the person at first. She, definitely a she. And she was fairly short. Not that he minded, he mused as he watched her lean over the pool table to play with the cue balls. Thomas liked to think of himself as the kind of man that appreciated beauty wherever he found it, and whenever too. He tilted his head, smiling a little bit as he heard her make noises as she broke the triangle with her hands. He bit his lip, walking slowly over to the pool table. Beauty needed to be appreciated. Even if the beauty wasn't someone's particular favorite, or type, it was beautiful nonetheless.<br><br>Although this kind of beauty was definitely the kind that he could stand to appreciate a bit more closely.<br><br>Thomas crossed the table and came around so that he was facing her, bowing a bit so that he was in her view, leaning over as she was," I'm... pretty sure that's not how you play. Not an expert though, so don't quote me on that," It was a bad joke, so he smiled instead.<br><br>"Hi," He came around the table again, closer to her and offering his hand," The name's Thomas."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>25-11-2016, 07:35:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">After watching the balls disburse and roll all willy-nilly about the table, Charlie had waited until they'd all come to a stop to reach for one of them. Billiards wasn't really her thing mind you. She knew which end of the cue stick to use and how to hold it so it didn't fly up at the end of a stroke but actually playing the game had always been more of a pastime than a hobby. Something you did when you had pizza and beer and a few buddies. This though, well she was sort of distracting herself by simply messing with the balls. Just relaxing you know. Kinda getting settled in... in a way. At least that was the general idea until it became apparent that she was no longer alone.<br><br>The movement of a figure in her peripheral vision slowed her a step as the initial recognition that she was no longer alone took hold. Her fingers settled about a striped ball, her manicured nails scraping the felt lightly as she did, and she glanced up, taking a brief but rather direct gander at who had arrived before she lowered her green gaze back to the table and attempted to line up some sort of route into the pocket.<br><br>"Oh?! Is that right?" The man had offered his joke and Charlie had opted to counter with a cheeky little challenge to his preconceived notions as to how the game was supposed to be played. Knowing full well she was being a brat, her smirk hitched a little higher but rather than move the ball she instead released it to settle back down on her feet rather than remaining on her toes. "I guess that means you're a stickler for the rules then?" Something which could be fun in the right context.<br><br>She watched him with amusement glittering as openly as the frank appreciation in her gaze as he came around the table. Where had he been when she'd been bored on the damn yacht? She had to figure playing 'Charlie says' would have been at least a little more satisfying. Dude was looking quite fit. Though really she had to say the various people she'd passed either on the trip over or once they'd arrived were all pretty damn good looking. Fhloston knew what they were doing in hiring these people. Though she'd never seen this particular face before. She had to wonder if he worked on another ship or if he was corporate.&nbsp; Her money was on corporate.<br><br>"Nice to meet you Thomas." She took his offered hand in a light grip that suggested somewhere along the line she'd been taught how to give a proper handshake, even though this wasn't quite it. Her touch was too light and lingered far too long to be considered 'proper' anything. "Charlotte. Though most call me Charlie." Her bottom lip folded under briefly before she took her hand back and turned her gaze back to the table. <br><br>"Anyway, what's wrong with making up my own way to play? At least that way I'm more likely to win, right?" She started to lean back over the table but her eyes cut back at him as she awaited his reply. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 16:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f9db4e69340795b747ba60971479783d/tumblr_oh3seeEbwB1tmmtpjo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jorja Henderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800250#msg12800250)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Entertainment Staff. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild furniture abuse<br><hr>Jorja had quietly slipped the melee at the dockside as the passengers disembarked, as one of her many jobs on the Fhloston cruise ships was greeting passengers as they boarded hanging around the scrum felt a little too much like work and Jorja was planning on staying as far away as possible from anything that felt like work, with perhaps the possible exception of deliberately bumping into the company CEO because who didn't want to get to know a handsome billionaire who could do wonders for your career? Instead Jorja had navigated her way up to the mansion to explore it's secrets, she did have a quick peek into her assigned room and was a little puzzled to see that while the room assignment said she was sharing with someone there was only a single very large bed in the room, obviously there was some hiccup that would get cleared up.<br><br>As Jorja explored the various rooms in the mansion she heard the unmistakable clicking noise of snooker balls bouncing off each other and the sides of the table. Curious to see who and what was going on Jorja padded into the room where she came to abrupt stop. It turned Jorja had been wrong the noisy balls, it was in point of it was fact only a pool table and leaning against it was an attractive woman. An attractive woman who appeared to be focused on an equal attractive man, Jorja quietly breathed in and half turned to leave not wanting to interrupt the couple but in the process Jorja brushed a small table and the lamp that stood on it, sending the lamp falling to the floor with loud thud. <strong>"Aww fuck!"</strong> the words escaped Jorja's lips forcing her to turn to the couple, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment <strong>"Err hi there. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 21:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13600000/Adam-adam-rodriguez-13623063-396-594.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Closed&nbsp; <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Setting up a game&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>So Flostan vacations were interesting, that was his opinion so far. He woke up early and hit the fitness area before cleaning up and finding for some food. Once settled in the breakfast nook, he began to idly draw a few locations he had passed during one of the tours in the mansion. The gears in his head began to turn as he finished up and his artistic skills began to take over. With a pen in one hand he used a clean napkin to draw a small section of the living room by the stair case. The location would be the coat closet, the one with the Venetian blinds to let a little light in. Under the image, a time, less than an hour from now with a question mark. It was a hail Mary type situation, would the clue be found? Would it be someone both he and her wanted to have a random make out session with? The concept seemed like a lot of fun, now all he had to do was execute. With the clue left on the counter, he slipped away and kept an eye on the nook, careful no one caught on. Javier didn't want to spend upwards to an hour in the closet if no one was interested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 18:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Fresh from a long hot shower that had relaxed and soothed her, Charlie was still feeling the effects of the runner's high she'd induced through a challenging run on the beach. She'd woken early with thoughts of snuggling back in--especially if her roommate were up for a cuddle--but in the end she'd gone against that instinct to get up and out of her room. She had no doubt she'd find a cuddle buddy to occupy stretches of this vacation so there was no need to fall into such a trap already. Besides, being out for the sunrise was another thing to add to her mental scrap book of memories. Not that she wasn't making plenty of those.<br><br>The call for food was a strong one today. Normally a protein shake and some fresh fruit kicked off her day but she'd be happy enough to eat whatever was on hand that she didn't have to wait excessively long for. So coming down to the kitchen she bypassed the staff that lingered after a simple request. A short few minutes later, with bowl in had she headed out to the breakfast nook to find a seat.<br><br>At first the clue was missed. Reaching into her bowl of fruit she'd plucked up a few pieces before she gave the napkin more than a glossed over look. Part of her wondered who would dare be so messy in this place as to leave their napkin behind but then she thought of her roommate and laughed. Turns out it was very likely that someone had left something behind. That was enough to dismiss the napkin altogether but as she went to move on to looking elsewhere, she realized there was writing on the thing.<br><br>Curious, Charlie drew her legs up and folded them beneath her in the chair. About that time someone else came bopping down and she pipped up with a warm 'Good Morning' even as she claimed the napkin and it's message. The other employee--a girl she recognized from her ship in fact--passed into the kitchen beyond and Charlie popped a piece of pineapple in her mouth before looking down at the... drawing and brief message? No. Not so much a message as it was a time?<br><br>In the few minutes it took her to finish off her breakfast, Charlie considered. Did the drawing have an actual meaning or was it more of a doodle and then a note that someone just left behind? Various options for the origins flashed into her head but in the end, rather than say anything to anyone she decided to figure it out for herself. Why not? It wasn't like she had a schedule to keep or any sort of plans. Snagging the arm of a passing staff member, Charlie pulled the young man close and flashed him a smile. He smiled back and came willingly all so she could press against him and lift his arm in a way that would allow her to see his watch. <br><br>Some minutes later, after a little bit of poking around and some flirting, Charlie arrived outside of the very closet she believed to be pictured on the napkin. The time, which she checked on the watch she had borrowed, seemed to be about right. Was she just being silly? Probably but there was no denying the edge of anticipation that sped her heartbeat and had her reaching to open the closet door. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 19:31:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr><br>Thomas tilted his head," I wouldn't say I'm a stickler for the rules, considering I don't observe them that often," He smiled widely, a habit that he'd made while taking her light grip and letting his thumb run over her hand, stroking carefully. She didn't seem to mind, as she made the handshake last a little bit longer than the appropriate five seconds that all handshakes should abide by. It didn't make him uncomfortable by any means, but it did make him tilt his head, the smile still on his face, but something of and odd look touching his face, eyebrows crunching together, and with the head tilt asking the non-verbal question of: Okay, what's going on?<br><br>But it ended. His eyebrows uncrunched, his head leaned back to a neater angle, and the small smile remained. Kind of a half smile, with only one corner of his lips pulling up, his eyes subtly running up over her attire. Normally, he wasn't much for the jeans overalls, but she was rocking the look, especially with the one side undone, giving way to the bright pink bikini top to make an appearance, and... well, it was a nice appearance.<br><br>"Nice to meet you Charlie. Although I'll try out Charlotte at some point, just to find out how it rolls off the tongue," He turned his attention back to the table, walking over to the wall where a selection of pool cues were arranged. He plucked two from the rack and turned to her.<br><br>"Well, it does make it easier to win. It also makes it harder to play against someone, if they don't know the rules. So... would you like to teach me the rules, or could I possibly tempt you to a game of pool?" He came back around the table, offering her the second cue, his eyes turning to a third voice coming from the other side of the room, preceded by a loud crash. He peeked over.<br><br>"Ummm not interrupting anything. Right?" He turned to Charlie to confirm before turning back to the pretty young blonde woman," Are you alright over there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 21:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13600000/Adam-adam-rodriguez-13623063-396-594.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Random Makeout&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>Was there a proper way to sneak up on a someone in the dark? Javier clearly hadn't thought it all through when he was brewing his little plan but he had no regrets. Whatever her name was, she was pretty damn hot and the ass only a Mexican or black guy could appreciate. So once she set off on her adventure, Javier slipped into the closet and waited, hopefully she would figure it our or it would be all for naught. The blinds were pulled enough to permit a little light, Javier didn't want to come off as some creepy rapey dude. He doubted that was the case since the entire mansion was just some hedonistic fuck fest, so it seemed everyone was down to have a good time. <br><br>Once he heard the door start to open, he stepped into the darker corner, waiting for her to step in. He slowly eased the door closed, pressed a finger to her lips and made a low shushing motion. "Clever gal." He fought the urge to chuckle but failed, whether or not she understood the reference didn't matter. The low light in the closet made it hard to distinguish most of their features, well he knew what she looked like from a far, but there was a little thrill in that. "Want to make out?" He asked as he leaned in, softly pressed his lips against hers and slowly deepened the sudden kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:24:11</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cb/ff/c8/cbffc8b86fa095ec4d4025473508829d.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Oversized hoodie, cropped t-shirt, short denim skirt, bright colored sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah Levitz, Marco Gutierrez, Gabriel Archibald (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Just a little harmless fun! </span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie had been signing herself up for all kinds of stuff left and right, both on purpose and accidentally. Thus far, even when things had at first seemed either a little sketchy or otherwise lacking, everything had seemed to work out rather well. At least, she certainly had no damn complaints. She hadn't expected for this vacation to turn out to be one big hedonistic extacy trip but perhaps someone somewhere recognized just how good and well behaved she had been this past year cuz lawd have mercy. <br><br>Glancing to the others who had turned up to the game room for tonight's little activity made her fan herself as she settled down on a plush pillow-bag-thing on the floor, half hugging it to her comfortably. Marco was there which was like temptation of the most lickable kind. Gabriel just added a whole 'nother dimension of fuckable. And the girl, Sarah, if she'd read the list right, well she was pretty damn cute and Charlie certainly saw no reason to discriminate. When you added in the few bottles of liquor and shot glasses had been provided by a staff member who stood waiting nearby to fetch anything else the group might need, she had the feeling that there were the makings of a truly fun night ahead.<br><br>"Alright yall, what d'ya say we get this shit crackin' already?!" She clapped her hands and reached for the bottle of Patron Tequilla that was sitting on the table just in front of her to poor herself, and whoever else wanted one, a shot. She wasn't the sort to wait around forever to get things going so she chose to dive right in. <br><br>"I'm gonna start sooooo... Sarah!" She grinned and looked over to the girl with a wiggle of her brows, "Truth or Dare, cutie?" She threw back her shot and waited. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 23:25:54</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/DawnCrissCrossTop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi for blouse paired with these jeans and shoes. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/CultofIndividualityJeans.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None yet.<br><hr><br>The small group had gathered in the kitchen.&nbsp; It was a bit of an odd spot for the game they had signed up for, but nothing about this vacation had been normal, at least not for Amor.&nbsp; In the kitchen proper top shelf liquor bottles had been set on the counter along with a small pyramid of shot glasses.&nbsp; Set about the counter were crystal dishes meant for ice cream that was chilling.&nbsp; Jars and bottles containing all manner of toppings were scattered between the dishes and within easy reach of anyone wishing to sample.<br><br>Some Amor had become bartender pouring a beginning shot for everyone.&nbsp; She had wandered in earlier than the others.&nbsp; Maybe it had been the excitement or nerves about what was instore for the evening that made her abnormally punctual, but whatever it was she had already taken a shot of Johnny Walker Premium Label to calm her jitters and as the others began to filter in she greeted each of them with a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>There was the typical small talk, light flirtation and such.&nbsp; Some drank some sampled the ice cream but eventually if someone didn’t step up and start the game it might never really get started. So Amor, who had been leaning against the counter with a black clad hip and chatting up Hailee decided to get the ball rolling.<br><br>“I guess I will start things off,” she announced.&nbsp; “I am going to choose…truth.”&nbsp; Amor found no reason to jump right in the deep end.&nbsp; The light banter the group had been participating hadn’t touched in just where they might want the game to go, so maybe a little truth was exactly what they needed right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 00:34:57</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12801550#msg12801550)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black Everything (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I should spank my naughty assistant down for trying to keep this classic game from garnering my attention.” James announced his presence on the other side of the kitchen, voice deep with faint traces of his southern upbringing. In his hand, he held an open bottle of beer, one which he brought to his mouth for a deep swig of its contents. He moved from where he leaned against the wall and walked purposefully over to where the group was seated around a table.<br><br>Out of everyone assigned to the little group, he suspected Aiden might dislike his intrusion most of all. James knew it was nothing personal as the men did not have much of a history with one another. However, he understood his presence ruined a would-be fantasy turned real. <br><br>His gaze roamed across the women within the group. All of them were stunning. He noticed each of them a little more in the past day or so upon the island. Amor teased him unconsciously each time she frolicked through the sand with her friends. Hailee’s pretty mouth tempted him to imagine how she appear when pleasure rippled through her entire body while Caroline’s breasts deserved to be worshiped and adorned in bite marks. <br><br>Aiden wasn’t bad looking either. <br><br>He did not bother sitting down. Instead, he glanced over towards the nearby and vacant living room. It seemed more suited for this type of game rather than his kitchen. At least then there would not be an entire table in between them and everyone would have a clear view of each other without obstruction. “Before we get started, I vote we move this party to the living room unless someone really wants to remain in the kitchen.” <br><br>If they chose to remain, he would not complain about it. Either way, he was ready when Amor decided to be the sacrificial lamb and volunteer herself. <br><br>“Describe the first time you ate CJ out.” He did not hold back, leveling her with an intense stare, as he waited for her to answer his question. James saw no point in wasting his time with light questions when he had the opportunity to learn somewhat valuable information. <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 01:49:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Blouse, Blue Scarf, Black Skirt and Flats<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Gabriel, Marco (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Just Getting Started<hr><br>Sarah had spent the past thirty minutes staring in the mirror, saying "You can do this, you can do this..." to herself. And apparently, she could. Because here she was in the Game Room, seated with her legs bent, fielding question number one. She certainly couldn't complain about the company. Marco had this sort of white hot appeal that gave her the shivers, and Gabriel was equally enticing in a more cool laid-back sort of way. And as for Charlie - well she didn't realize that Charlie was going to be a girl, but there she was, giving off the kind of vibe that made Sarah want to run off and borrow Amor's I Heart Girls T-Shirt. Lost in just thinking about it, she almost forgot that the first question had been sent to her.<br><br>"Well, first, I'm going to need one of these." With a fluid motion, she grabbed the bottle and poured herself a shot of tequila, downing it in one go and nearly coughing it back up as liquid fire trailed down her throat. Yes, she was definitely nervous. "OK... to start..." She wasn't quite ready for dare yet, but she could at least project confidence, so she straightened up and looked back at Charlotte with a broad smile, answering, "Thanks. You're looking cute too. Let's start with Truth Charlie." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie wasn't really sure what she had expected but what she found was certainly not it. Perhaps she would have been less surprised to find some other person rushing over to claim something or other, or a crowd of people suggesting that this was in fact some sort of game, or even nothing at all. It certainly wouldn't have seemed out of the ordinary. What she had not expected though was to open the door to a closet to get a look into the dark space only to have the door close behind her. In fact, she may have jumped slightly though she didn't so much make a sound as she did turn toward the door to immediately try and open it. She figured someone just had passed by and nudged it closed or else the napkin had been meant as some sort of joke. It turned out that neither explanation was the case.<br><br>Charlie turned, mildly alarmed only to find a body there and finger against her lips. Her breath shuddered out and her heart thumped hard in her chest as she went still. The odd pop reference uttered almost went over her head as she stood trying to figure out if she was going to have to totally junk punch this dude but she got it at the last second and something about it kept her still. The closet had only enough light not to be considered pitch black but aside from the general size and shape of the man in the closet with her she hadn't a clue who he was. Not even his voice was familiar.<br><br>Who knows what Charlie's answer to the male might have been had he actually allowed her the opportunity to think about his offer. Phrased as it was she might have laughed or might have just opted to leave. However, she was not permitted the chance to think. Only feel. <br><br>His lips met the fullness of hers and her pulse kicked. Hard. One moment she was frozen and indecisive, the next she was moving--but only to better accommodate his intentions. Was is it absolutely nutty to be kissing some stranger in a closet? Hell yes, but somehow that fact only urged her lashes to drift downward while she rose to her tiptoes and allowed her lips to part. To taste him as he tasted her. Her body teetered as they were connected only by their lips but instinct had her reached out for him. To grab hold and possibly more. At present his identity was the last thing on her mind as she nipped his lower lip. "And good morning to you too, stranger."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 02:40:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas, Jorja Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As far as Charlie was concerned, Thomas was free to call her whatever he liked so long as his tongue rolling off things was involved. Of course that was a snap judgement encouraged more by her imagination and the lingering tingle from where his thumb had caressed her hand. Her mind could build a full on book series off a single moment and Thomas had given her a number of signals, some more decipherable than others, in just a few short moments. She chose of course to focus on what she could read and discard the rest. Hence the reason she laughed as he turned and offered her a stick.<br><br>There was a joke in there, actually there were several, and she had indeed planned to make one but the fall of a lamp drew her attention across the room to a cute blonde. Now she did chuckle. <br><br>"Oh I dunno, Thomas here had just offered to tempt me. I was considering his offer," she replied to the pair giving each of them a somewhat impish glance before she relented. "But nah, you're not interrupting anything. Its certainly not my room so come on in. No need to lurk or sneak. I won't bite unless you ask nicely." <br><br>Charlie waved the woman over, expecting that if she cared to she'd come and if she didn't she'd continue on her way. She was always glad for new faces and stories and every ready to simply go with the flow, though she wouldn't twist anyone's arm either. She was too chill for that.<br><br>Looking back to Thomas she offered him a wink and reached for one of the cues. "I'm not feeling like teaching right this moment. Besides the rules to my game were something along the lines of 'there are no rules', it tends to be my way. We can play your way. Though I can't promise I won't try and bend those rules too. I do quite enjoy winning," she admitted with an almost apologetic smile before looking to see if the blonde was indeed coming to play.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 03:43:34</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cb/ff/c8/cbffc8b86fa095ec4d4025473508829d.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Oversized hoodie, cropped t-shirt, short denim skirt, bright colored sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah Levitz, Marco Gutierrez, Gabriel Archibald (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Just a little harmless fun! (posting again to get the game rolling but will wait my turn from now forward)</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie hated, absolutely HATED, the taste of alcohol. Like seriously. So there was no help for the grimace that overtook her features--she couldn't have controlled it if she wanted to--or the slight flail of her hands, but the fiery burn that trailed down her throat hit her stomach and instantly spread outward in a pleasant rush that allowed her features to clear. Satisfied with her starter, and recovered from the momentary protesting of her tastebuds, she grinned at Sarah in complete understanding.<br><br>"The next one should go down a little better..." she offered then cleared her throat. "Okay, truth it is! Lets see..." Her gaze dropped for a moment as she pondered what to ask the sweet faced darling. Part of her wondered if she should start out easier but then she figured that just diving right in was still the best policy. If they were gonna play this game then they were gonna play, no holding back. "Alright, Sarah, what was the fantasy that gave you the most intense orgasm while masturbating?" Her fingertip circled the rim of her shot glass idly. "And don't be shy with the details."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 04:58:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9c/b0/62/9cb0626de159c3363539397555263d4e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> suit with white shirt and skinny black tie as per image<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, James Richards, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Aiden wondered into the kitchen where he had been told to gather to play the game.&nbsp; He was a few minutes late and pleasantly surprised to see Caroline, Amor and Hailee all gathered around the counter.&nbsp; He had played a similar game when he had been on the island in the past so he knew what he was getting himself into.&nbsp; He greeted the ladies and joined them for the shot that was already poured.&nbsp; <br><br>His attention turned to the far side of the room as he heard the deep voice of the CEO, James Richards, he was caught a bit off guard seeing Mr. Richards here.&nbsp; He had met Mr. Richards a handful of time but always very briefly, he was surprised to see him here in the kitchen of all places.&nbsp; Aiden had to wonder if he was here to play the game, but it quickly became clear that he was.&nbsp; Looking back around at the three ladies he realized there would be plenty of fun to be had.<br><br>"I think Mr. Richards has a great idea, I second the idea of taking this game to the living room. Might as well sit and relax."<br><br>Aiden grabbed a bottle and a handful of shot glasses waiting for the ladies to chime in, ready to move to the living room if they agreed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 06:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/11374025_1613015822279967_24781347_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | Very Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Impending Homoerotica<br><hr><br>She wasn’t ready to sleep.&nbsp; Her body hummed with energy.&nbsp; The last few days had been a dream, a highly sensual, deeply erotic dream.&nbsp; There was too much to do, too much to see to sleep.&nbsp; Tonight it seemed the mansion was fairly quiet.&nbsp; She liked to think the distant sound she heard were gasps and moans of vacationers in various states of ecstasy.&nbsp; A couple hurried by laughing quietly laughing and nibbling at each other’s necks.<br><br>Amor smiled and moved aside the large hallway to let them by without disturbing them.&nbsp; They were a cute couple.&nbsp; She would have joined them if they asked, she had that much pent up energy left in her from the day.&nbsp; She needed a release before going to bed, but it looked like she was going to be alone for the evening.&nbsp; A set of stiletto heels dangled from her finger tips giving her feet a rest while she padded along quietly unsure of where she was going but figuring she would know it when she got there.<br><br>The game room presented itself shortly as a possible valve for release.&nbsp; Amor had always enjoyed pool.&nbsp; She wasn’t great at it, but it was fun to shoot a little at the local dive near her apartment with friends after work.&nbsp; These tables were nothing like the ones at the bar.&nbsp; They were full sized to start.&nbsp; Large enough for Amor to lie splayed out upon with room remaining.&nbsp; That was a delicious thought.&nbsp; She tossed her heels on a nearby stool and eyed the lovely table.<br><br>The felt was grass green with hardly a mark on it.&nbsp; Amor ran her fingers along the hard wood edge of the table first, before letting their tips brush the soft green fibers.&nbsp; It was pulled taut, plush and smooth.&nbsp; It tickled the nerves of her fingers and she pressed her hand against the delicate fabric.&nbsp; It was like feeling luxury.<br><br><em>‘This will do nicely.’ </em><br><br>Amor pulled a cue off their wall stand and rolled it across the table.&nbsp; It never wobbled. The balls were already racked and ready.&nbsp; She set the cue-ball up in line with the delta at the other side of the table and leaned down over edge spreading the fingers of her left hand out on the smooth velvet expanse.&nbsp; She eased the long shaft into the soft pocket she made with her middle and index fingers.&nbsp; Her right hand held the base of the shaft in a relaxed, but controlling grip.&nbsp; She leaned down over the table and shaft and slid it through her fingers to get a feel of how it lined up with the cue ball.&nbsp; Amor eyed the shot and drew in her breath slowly as she pulled back on the stick.&nbsp; Her breath caught in her throat at the end of the slow draw and she thrust the shaft forward, her right hand tightening slightly at the end of the long stoke.<br><br><em>Crack!</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 17:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13600000/Adam-adam-rodriguez-13623063-396-594.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Snogging <hr> <br><br><em>Javi we have lift off! </em> Missing control in his head was celebrating a success when random closet surprise didn’t result in a kick to the balls. It was at that time he realized she was pretty short. “Morning.” He growled at the little nip and quickly countered with one of his own. Now that he had been given the green light, his hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her up into another kiss. <br><br>While his tongue teased her mouth, teasing her soft lips to part and let him have his way, his hands were already sliding around and slipping into the pockets of her short jeans. Javier’s didn’t stop there, he got himself a nice handful of each cheek and squeezed as he pulled her in closer. “So, I don’t even want to know your name,yet, you want to keep this little game going?” He asked when he pulled away to catch his breath, his lips never far from hers until he moved them into her neck and pressed a few kisses on the smooth skin there. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 20:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f9db4e69340795b747ba60971479783d/tumblr_oh3seeEbwB1tmmtpjo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jorja Henderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800250#msg12800250)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Entertainment Staff. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Mild furniture abuse<br><hr><em>"Are you alright over there?"</em><br><br>"Err, yeah. Hang on, yeah that's better" Jorja had realised that after knocking the lamp over she'd managed to get the cable wrapped around her leg and so she disentangled herself as gracefully as possible. Although after knocking the lamp over in the first place it would have been hard to appear more graceless.<br><br>"Hey there. I'm Jorja by the way, is it just me or does this feel a bit like the first day of summer camp? It's just the way everyone is running around and being really busy trying to relax." Jorja looked at the pool cue in the man's hand and a smile crept across her face. "Well as neither of you like rules..." the end of the sentence was left hanging as Jorja placed five of the pool balls near one side of the table and cleared the rest. "May I?" Jorja took the spare cue from the man's hand and then stuck one of the pool balls with a fierce pace, sending each ball into a different pocket with a satisfying thunk. Jorja smiled and took a little bow "What can I say, when your family plays in dive bars to make a living you pick up a few tricks."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 02:03:21</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Blouse, Blue Scarf, Black Skirt and Flats<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Gabriel, Marco (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Major Erotic Fantasy (Sorry If I'm Out of Turn But I Will Give the Boys Time to React After This)<hr><br>Sarah's jaw dropped as she heard the question. Charlie sure didn't waste time. For a minute, the curly-haired brunette thought about getting up and running away, but then she remembered why she signed up in the first place. So she didn't expect it to get heavy this early - well it did, and she'd just have to go with it. After all, they'd know each other really well soon enough anyway.<br><br>"OK..." she started as she fidgeted a bit and poured herself another drink. And yes, Charlie was right. It did go down easier the second time. And it gave her time to try and pick what was her hottest fantasy. Way too much of her time (pre-trip anyway) seemed to be spent with her hands in the shower, so there was a lot to choose from. She closed her eyes, pretended it was shower time, and started reciting what she visualized.<br><br>"So here I am in one of those fancy nightclubs. You know - the kind where the guys all wear suits and ties and the girls wear dresses with their finest jewels, and crystal chandeliers are shining from the ceiling, and the bar's made of teakwood, and they serve drinks like Old Fashioned's and Sidecars and real Martinis with the olive and everything. Well, it's Saturday night, and the house is packed wall to wall... and there I am in front. I'm standing in front of the mic holding on for dear life and there they all are clapping for me. I've got one of those Little Black Dresses on, festooned with sequins, and here I am looking out onto a sea of people, and I have no idea exactly what it is that I'm supposed to do, but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to do <em>something</em>.<br><br>"Then the piano guy starts playing. And the music gets going..." She nodded her head in time just thinking about it. "And I don't recognize it, but it's familiar - you know, the way that you sort of remember a dream but can't quite pull it off... And then it comes to me. It's that Divinyls song -&nbsp; I Touch Myself (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoLI9FHmV90). I mean it's brassy and sultry and all Swing-Era like, but that's what it is. 80s hit and all. And... when you think about what's going on in reality, maybe it's not so far afield a choice as it sounds."&nbsp; Returning back from fantasy to reality for a second here, Sarah's cheeks flushed with color, but of course, her eyes were still closed, so if there was a reaction, she wasn't in a position to see it.<br><br>"So I start singing. Now in real life, I'm no Peggy Lee, but here I just... sell it." Despite the fact that she's had this particular daydream more than once, she still sounded surprised. "I mean, I'm hot, I'm smoky, I'm hitting all the high notes, I've got them eating out of the palm of my hand. One minute I'm leaning and winking, the next I'm rolling around on the piano. Then I'm out flirting in the audience, tickling chins, blowing kisses, the whole nine yards. And then...<br><br>Then there's this blonde. Now, it's not like there's never been guys in my fantasies - there's been more than enough to make a girl very happy over the years, but you wanted the hottest one so... well... this time it's a she, and she's a blonde in something red and slinky. I take her hand, and, for no reason I can understand, or at least no reason I admit I understand, I lead her back up to the stage. Only it's not a stage anymore, it looks more like a bedroom, especially with a four-poster bed. And while I might not be able to figure out what's going on, <em>she</em> certainly does, and it only takes her a minute to push me down on the bed and start peeling off the LBD.<br><br>"And suddenly here I am trying to get her out of her dress, shivering like it's three degrees outside, feeling her up every which way, and planting the deepest kiss I can imagine and through all this <em>I'm still singing.</em> The piano - and the guy at the piano is still there. The crowd is still there watching as she's kissing and licking her way downwards, practically chewing my bra off, doing things to my... tits that defy all description. And of course that isn't enough, so she heads further downwards, I don't quite know how the crowd can tell the song from the moans, but obviously they do, or maybe they just don't care at this point, maybe I don't either by the time she gets to pulling off my panties so I can feel her breath right on my snatch, her fingers tickling my lower lips just like the pianist is tickling the ivories, though I don't think he's using his tongue. <em>She</em> sure is. And all I can think is OH GOD OH GOD... and I'm still singing and who knows what's going to climax first, me or the Divinyls." Sarah's own voice was tipping up an octave or two. Sweet memories of things that only happened in her mind were still having their effect. <br><br>"But it turns out it's a tie. My orgasm gets a standing ovation. And then I open my eyes and there's my hands between my legs as the water from the shower courses over me and I realize I must have been in there at least half an hour." Sarah stopped to catch her breath and open her eyes. She looked around, unconsciously registering that she's broken into a sweat and her hands have strayed perilously close to where they usually headed when she had these kinds of moments. "Well," she concluded as she tried her best to get back to where she started, glancing at each of the three in turn, "I hope that was what you had in mind, Charlie." Turning to the man to her left, she nodded and asked, "Gabriel, right? Well I guess it's your turn - Truth or Dare?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 02:31:35</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Pajamas_zpsrfrid9d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen/ possible living room relocation!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; Missed the 'sexy pajamas' memo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</em> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, James Richards <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr><br>Ice Cream!&nbsp; Yes!&nbsp; Hailee hummed happily to herself as she filled up a bowl, heavy on the chocolate sauce and caramel, because well, icecream needs chocolate!&nbsp; It also needed vodka and kahula apparently.&nbsp; Having set herself up with her own makeshift mudslide in a bowl she hopped up onto one of the long counters, bare feet swinging slowly back and forth as she watched Amor finish getting things set up.&nbsp; She hadn't really had a&nbsp; chance to talk to the other woman in the few days that they'd been on the island, but she had most definitely been noticed!&nbsp; God damn her skin was flawless, and she was able to perfectly show it off.&nbsp; It was difficult to have a real conversation, her gaze kept slipping down to those somewhat strained laces on the other woman's burgundy shirt. <br><br>Hailee was almost relieved when the others entered.&nbsp; "Mr. Richards!" Flushing she hopped off the counter somewhat guiltily, not realizing that asses far more bare than hers had been pressed to that cool surface.&nbsp; <br><br>Aiden in his button down and tie made her feel grossly under dressed.&nbsp; She'd spent all evening pretty much in the pool and had showered quickly before tossing on what was for her standard evening lounge wear. <em>Note to self: go clothes shopping when I get home.&nbsp; </em>Ahh well, yet more motivation for her to get her fellow players naked!&nbsp; That thought made her grin.&nbsp; <br><br>The suggestion of moving to the living room brought a small shrug, "fine by me.&nbsp; As long as you're not too fussy about chocolate ending up on your sofa! Because this is totally coming with me.." Others could bring the glasses and liquor over, this girl had priorities and licking sugared semi-liquids from the tanned skin she'd been admiring all night was pretty high on that list!<br><br>With the first truth of the night tossed out she offered Amor a reassuring smile, "ooo yes! Do tell!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 06:32:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr><br>"What can I say?" Thomas said with a small smile for Jorja and a wink for Charlie," I like tempting. It comes naturally," He was enjoying himself already, and the pool game hadn't even started. As Jorja introduced herself, and, without so much as a 'may I?' snatched Thomas' pool cue from his hands, quickly working a handful of balls over the green field of the table. He watched, the smile lingering, although returning to that halfsmile/smirk that seemed to be constantly on his face, like he studied the world some something akin to cynical amusement.<br><br>"Thomas," He introduced himself, and placed a hand over the small of Charlie's back," Charlie. It's a... pleasure to meet you, Jorja," He paused in his sentence and stopped talking altogether as she proceeded to slam down each and every one of the five stripes that she's laid out.<br><br>"That's pretty impressive. I've played a few games in my time," His hand seemed reluctant to leave Charlie's back, but it did, and he moved over to pick up another stick for himself, taking on of the chalks and applying it idly to the tip," Never more than a drunken passtime, made fun by the company rather than the game itself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 03:05:45</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/59/7a/44/597a4464b3cedb0208e3e862c5d11684.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517)<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Gentleman Dance Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Nina Krause, Devon Allred, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None at the moment.<br><hr><br>While he would freely state that he hadn't spent much time in libraries in his life, but Oscar had to admit there probably weren't many that were as comfortable and extensive as the one located in the Mansion.<br><br>A whistle of approval came from him when he first entered the room, almost immediately feeling at ease.&nbsp; The shelves of books and tomes seemed mere accessories to the open room that continued the muted colors of the rest of the house.&nbsp; One entire wall was nothing but a window, overlooking the estate and beach in the distance, the center of the room consisting of comfortable arm-chairs and couches around a coffee table.&nbsp; In advance, it seemed it had already been stocked, the center of the table containing a variety of booze bottles and a bucket of ice, just waiting for them to start.<br><br>Not too bad, he had thought to himself.&nbsp; If libraries had been like that when he was in school, he'd spend a whole lot more time there than goofing off doing whatever he pleased.<br><br>He had settled in on the couch after pouring himself a drink, nodding and making small introductions to those who were coming in to the little group.&nbsp; When they were all settled in, relaxed and refreshed with their drinks, Oscar would finally speak up.<br><br>“Alright...&nbsp; Guess I'll start this shit off.” He said, taking a sip of his mixed drink as he looked over the others in the little group.&nbsp; Seems like a fun group, he thought to himself, and very easy on the eyes, every one of them.&nbsp; <em>Going to bang, going to bang, and going to bang;</em> mused with a grin.<br><br>“So...&nbsp; Nina was it?&nbsp; Truth, Dare, or Shots?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 03:52:02</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/DawnCrissCrossTop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi for blouse paired with these jeans and shoes. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/CultofIndividualityJeans.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Homo-erotica<br><hr><br>Amor hadn’t expected the owner of the company to show up let alone know that she and CJ had already had sex.&nbsp; It was admittedly a little disconcerting, but it wasn’t like she was embarrassed by it.&nbsp; CJ was gorgeous and a lot of fun.&nbsp; Honestly Amor was kind of hoping to get her alone again at some point for a longer encounter.<br><br>James’s suggestion to move to the other room seemed to strike a cord with Aiden and Hailee appeared fine with it.&nbsp; Personally Amor thought the kitchen offered some interesting possibilities for dares, but she wasn’t married to it.&nbsp; The change did offer her a chance to recover from her surprise and gather her thoughts though.&nbsp; She picked up a silver try and loaded it with a pint of ice cream a few dishes and some of the liquor bottles and followed the others into the living room.&nbsp; Amor set the tray down on the coffee table.&nbsp; She didn’t sit down on the couch and instead sat lightly on the its’ arm next to where Hailee had settled.<br><br>“It was hot.” She answered pausing for a moment as if that was all she was going to say. “We had intended to go sun-tanning on the beach and did for a bit, but she was so cute I figured I had to take a chance. We went for a walk around the main house and found a nice spot outside the kitchen.” Amor closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the memory and let the fact that she was telling strangers about it fall away.&nbsp; A slight smile touched her rose colored lips.<br><br>“I could hear the sounds of the kitchen staff over her breath, even with her leg over my shoulder.&nbsp; The idea that we could be caught was so hot.&nbsp; I haven’t been so excited to feel someone cum like that in a long time.&nbsp; I think she was just as excited, by the way her hips pushed her onto my tongue.” Amor’s thighs pressed together tightly.&nbsp; She could see CJ’s dark folds glisteningly slick with her saliva and the milky white threads that connected them to her tongue.&nbsp; She was getting wet just thinking about it.<br><br>“She has this beautifully dark pussy that just glides along your tongue and aches to be kissed.&nbsp; I couldn’t keep my mouth off of her.&nbsp; When she came I felt her cute little butt clench in my hands and around my finger.&nbsp; I just wanted to keep it going a lot longer, but I guess the kitchen staff heard and we made a run for it.”&nbsp; When her eyes opened she looked around a little flush with the memory and the idea that she had just told a bunch of strangers including her boss how much she loved another woman’s body.<br><br>“So…um. Aiden.&nbsp; Truth or Dare?”&nbsp; Amor wanted to get the attention off of her rousing excitement for a bit and while Aiden was considering what he might be willing to do she leaned down to Hailee and her wonderful bowl of ice cream.<br><br>“I could use something to cool down a bit.&nbsp; Mind if I have a bite?” She asked the slender blonde with the wonderfully tanned legs silky sleepware.&nbsp; It wasn’t just Amor who had been noticed and appreciated.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 04:24:59</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NCxHCwK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Concierge<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen – Lving Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured, with jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Observing and drinking<br><hr><br>She had been looking forward to it all day.&nbsp; A sense of excitement that had been building within that had been matched only by the first day there.&nbsp; What would happen, what she would do, what questions would be asked, Caroline did not know among the group of strangers, an unknown that was still in her mind as she settled in and had a drink, and that was what made it all the more exciting.<br><br>For a moment she had been a little worried, a sense of tensing up, at the sight of the big boss in Mr. Richards.&nbsp; Be on her best behavior, she reminded herself for a moment, as he directed the group over to the more comfortable sitting area.&nbsp; Those hesitations and reservations she had about being around the boss went out the door with the intriguing and surprising question.&nbsp; A look of surprise came across her face, her mouth hanging open slightly with a curling of the corners of her lips in a smile.<br><br>Listening to Amor speak and describe with such vivid detail was enticing.&nbsp; The way she spoke, the knowledge of it made her ears perk up a bit with genuine interest.&nbsp; She turned her head, gauging the reactions of the handsome Mr. Richards, the attractive Aiden Jones, the cute Hailee, feeling as if it were a good group to have a bit of fun and excitement.<br><br>When she finished, the question of the evening was posed to Aiden, and Caroline could not help but to wonder what was going to happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 05:01:29</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9c/b0/62/9cb0626de159c3363539397555263d4e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen | Living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> suit with white shirt and skinny black tie as per image<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, James Richards, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>Aiden was happy when the ladies agreed to move to the living room, he let them lead and followed them bottle in hand to the living room.&nbsp; He couldn't help admire the ladies from behind as he followed them, they were quite a lovely trio.&nbsp; Placing the bottle and glasses on the coffee table he found a seat in the middle of one of the couches opposite of where Amor perched.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as not just his attention, but everyone's attention seemed to turn to Amor as she started to answer the question that Mr Richards had posed to her.&nbsp; It was not surprising how silent the four of them became as they listened to Amor's words.&nbsp; Aiden wasn't surprised to hear he wasn't the only one who already had some fun on the island. He was surprised that Amor didn't hold back, sharing her intimate experience with the group and she definitely painted a steamy picture with her words.&nbsp; <br><br>It took him a moment to realize she had stopped telling her story and turned her attention to him, putting him on the spot, leaving him to decide which he wanted.&nbsp; He paused, to give himself a moment to think, leaning forward pouring himself a shot and quickly downing the drink before responding confidently to Amor and the group, <strong>"Cool down, I thought we were here to heat things up...I'll take your DARE."</strong>&nbsp; He finished with a big daring smile on his face.&nbsp; He then listened to Amor as she dared him to strip down to his birthday suit for the rest of the game.&nbsp; <br><br>Aiden took a deep breath and stood up.&nbsp; <strong>"You all will like this won't you?"</strong> he spoke confidently, not having anything to hide.&nbsp; He started by slowly removing his tie, folding it and placing it neatly on the coffee table in front of him.&nbsp; Then he was about to remove his jacket, but he paused, and asked playfully&nbsp; <strong>"Do I have to do this all myself or is one of you going to help me?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 06:21:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dolcemag.com/wp-content/gallery/winter09_maiara-walsh/maiara-walsh-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: &nbsp;Nina Krause (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12804518#msg12804518)</strong><br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image (With blue bikini underneath)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Devon Allred, Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None at the moment.<br><hr><br>It was a very good couple of days since Nina settled into the resort and oh... what a fun time it was without a doubt.&nbsp; In that time, she managed to be loved by two very wonderful women that had their own desired tastes in how to make love.&nbsp; Each time, it was oh so exquisite.&nbsp; She was still coming down off of the high of all of the sex and all of the loving that she went through but there was still a lot of time left on this wonderful vacation.<br><br>Seeing the small ads for a Truth of Dare game, Nina was certainly game for it though she hoped that she would not have to start it out.&nbsp; After everyone settled into their spots, she was glad that this was going to be a wondrous crowd.&nbsp; Most of the time, her eyes were on Jenny... the gift shop worker that she never seen before but oh her soft brown eyes captured her soul.&nbsp; She really would have to remember that before getting either too drunk or revealing too much about her self... or even worse, doing some dare that may end up having her regret it in the end.<br><br>Now that she was getting comfortable and settling down in the library... of all places...Nina didn't have to worry about a stray librarian telling her to keep quiet.&nbsp; This was the night time and it seemed that all rules were meant to be broken so here came the first rule of library behavior to fall by the wayside.&nbsp; Looking back at the long haired man that seemed to be a notion from a by gone grunge era, Nina decided to keep things simple and start things off slowly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Give me... Truth."&nbsp; She exclaimed as she waited for the question that was going to come... whether she was ready for it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 22:32:12</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/59/7a/44/597a4464b3cedb0208e3e862c5d11684.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517)<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Gentleman Dance Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Nina Krause, Devon Allred, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None at the moment.<br><hr><br>"Chicken." He teased.<br><br>For a moment he thought it over, considering a good question. It had to be started off right, no easy little question to let her get by so easily.&nbsp; He contemplated it for a moment, his eyes searching her own eyes for an idea before inspiration struck him.<br><br>"What's your best sexual experience?" Oscar asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 23:09:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Pajamas_zpsrfrid9d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen/ possible living room relocation!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; Missed the 'sexy pajamas' memo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</em> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, James Richards <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr><br><em>“I could use something to cool down a bit.&nbsp; Mind if I have a bite?”</em><br><br>With a grin Hailee happily loaded up her spoon, swirling it so that caramel wrapped around both sides before offering it to Amor.&nbsp; "Oh I'm pretty sure you couldn't be cool if you tried."&nbsp; The offering hesitated midway to the other woman's mouth and blue eyes widened in an alarmed manner.&nbsp; "I didn't mean it like that!&nbsp; More like 'you're hot and nothing's going to change that' ya know?&nbsp; .. I'm just going to shut up now."&nbsp; A small sigh and she leaned in closer to where Amor perched on the arm of the couch next to her and fed the other woman ice cream like she should have just done from the beginning!<br><br>The dare however brought her smile back and she sat forward a bit with undisguised interest as Aiden took up the challenge. <em> "Do I have to do this all myself or is one of you going to help me?"</em><br><br>Without hesitation her hand shot into the air, "I volunteer as tribute!" Hopping to her feet she quickly abandoned her bowl on the low table by the couch and then her hands were all business, tugging the white fabric of his shirt up from where it had been neatly tucked.&nbsp; "It's rather like unwrapping a present isn't it? "&nbsp; working her way up from the bottom she carefully undid each button, nails lightly running against the skin of his stomach and chest as she pushed more of the shirt aside before moving up to the next button in her way. "Do you take your time and savor it or just rip and get to the good stuff that much sooner?" She was clearly leaning toward savor.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There was still plenty of clothing for Caroline or the others to work upon and she had no doubt that Aiden would soon be rid of all this terribly confining fabric!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 23:24:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Yep. She was losing her damned mind. Had to be. Why else would she be trying move closer to the stranger currently gripping her her ass like it was his rather than running away? He could be anyone. A co-worker. One of her mother's former somethings. Someone's brother or daddy. Some escaped convict hiding out on the island. <br><br>Charlie didn't care. <br><br>Being a grown ass woman meant she could choose to take whatever risks she desired. And right now she wanted this one. He tasted good and seemed to know what he was doing if the sensations coursing through her were anything to go by. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she moaned at the squeeze he gave, her head tilting up to allow him better access to her neck.<br><br>"Is that what this is? A game?" Her hands stroked across his shoulders and down his arms. With little difficulty she found the hem of his shirt and slipped her hands beneath to warm skin. "Lucky for you I like games." She replied somewhat breathlessly. He didn't want to know her name? That was fine. Different from her usual but then nothing about this little setup was typical. "What are the rules? Or better yet? How do I win?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 23:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas, Jorja Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie lifted her hand to offer a brief finger wave of confirmation as Thomas introduced them both to the blonde-- Jorja, she'd said her name was. She had to agree with the sentiments that it did feel kinda like the first day of summer camp but then she quickly back tracked from that because her memories of summer camp all seemed to include her managing to get in trouble within the first few days. Still, it made her smirk.<br><br>Had she been better at shooting pool in the first place, Jorja's little demonstration might have roused the competitor in Charlie. As it was she slanted the girl a curious look even as she noted the barest hint of hesitation in Thomas' touch. The spot he vacated seemed to feel the loss immediately as well and she was forced to admit the thought of his hands on her further didn't underwhelm. But he took up a cue stick and began chalking it so Charlie moved back a touch from the table, cool to give the pair space to play though she didn't simply opt to leave. Wasn't like she had anywhere to be and she didn't mind just watching.<br><br>"I'll just watch you two have at. See who comes out on top." She chuckled over her phrasing. "Last time I played I shot the cue ball off the table three times." She didn't bother to mention that two out of three of those times she'd nailed one of her friends. She could hit the ball quite hard, it was getting the other balls in the pockets that was tricky. <br><br>"I'm curious though. Are you guys staff, crew, or just along for the fun of it?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 00:56:07</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://assets.lookbookspro.com/mc2-model-management/gxl_5284f370-3ad0-4183-bbbb-233e0aa613db.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi, minus the board obviously<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Sarah, Marco (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> nada<hr><br>First preoccupied by the possibilities a game of truth or dare in the lust filled atmosphere this vacation had provided since day one, and then by the in depth description of a fantasy that seemed to be turning the girl on as she completed her truthful answer, Gabriel sat on a pool table and observed. He rested his elbows on his thighs, one foot tucked under a knee, and he slouched comfortably. Idly chasing the rim of a glass with his fingers, he grinned at the girl who'd just finished verbally masturbating for the group and bit his bottom lip. "I'm no good at too much talking," he said to her, then glanced over at Charlie and winked. "My tongue works better in other situations." <br><br>Returning his gaze to the girl whose question still begged an answer, he smirked and straightened up, pretended to ready himself for some kind of a struggle by rolling and stretching his shoulders, stretching his neck, and then tilted his chin up at her. "Dare. Do your worst!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 02:47:15</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Blouse, Blue Scarf, Black Skirt and Flats<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, <strong>Gabriel</strong>, Marco (<strong>Truth or Dare - Group 3</strong>)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> A Simple Dare<hr><br>Sarah bit her lip for a moment as she went through the possibilities. Charlie had already set the bar pretty high, and Marco's taking a dare only brought things still further. So it had to be something good, but at the same time, she wanted to leave room to increase the stakes later. And in some ways, that more reticent side of her was still holding on - even though she had, after all, just gone very deep into one of her most secret fantasies.<br><br>She turned slowly to face Gabriel, looking him up and down and locking on his eyes for a second. Then, with a nod and an unconscious fiddling of her scarf, she decided. "OK, then. I dare you to... Pick someone from our little group and kiss that person like it was going to be the last kiss you ever had in your life." Given, it wasn't the most aggressive dare ever made, and it didn't quite match up to the level that Charlotte had gone, but still, she thought it should be enough to keep the game going strong. Besides, she was just a bit curious to see exactly who he would pick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 03:24:40</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://assets.lookbookspro.com/mc2-model-management/gxl_5284f370-3ad0-4183-bbbb-233e0aa613db.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi, minus the board obviously<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Sarah, Marco (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <hr><br>A smug grin appeared on Gabriel's full lips at the dare. He looked at Charlie, knowing for a fact that he would have no trouble pulling off a kiss like that with her, then at the dare giver herself. She was a delicious little thing, too.&nbsp; He took a moment to decide, then moved over to Charlie. <br><br>"I have a feeling you'll enjoy this," he murmured with his lips almost on hers, his body towering over hers where he stood until he wiggled his eyebrows and pulled back. The few steps over to the other male in the group were quiet but confident, not a hint of hesitation as he placed himself flush up against the hot as fuck guy. He put a hand on the back of his neck,&nbsp; and the other hand cupped a defined jaw. For one long moment he didn't move a muscle, just took in the other man's warmth, his presence, the scent of his skin. Then, slowly as if to enjoy every second of anticipation, he closed the distance between his own lips and the guy's. <br><br>The first touch was electric, tension heavy and delicious, and Gabriel took his sweet time. The dare was a kiss like the last one he'd ever have, and for a guy who liked kissing it was a big challenge. Slowly but surely, his own full lips pressed onto Marco's who's equally full ones created a plush pillow to crush between them. At that point he'd made note of the fact that the other man didn't pull away or protest any of this, so he deemed it safe to go on. Hell, if he could rile up the guy it would be a win win situation!<br><br>Gabriel's lips chased Marco's slowly, pressing to part them but not deepening the kiss yet. A low growling sound rose from somewhere deep within his chest as reaction to his hardening cock brushing against the other man's... Thigh? When he shifted his weight. His fingers moved down to Marco's hips, then one arm wrapped around his waist and the other moved back up until his large hand cupped the back of his head again. <br><br>He paused, pulled back enough to catch his breath, looked Marco in the eye and his own were filled with lust and humor just as he kissed him again and this time harder. His body pushed up against the other man's, forcing him to move backwards with the vague goal of finding a vertical surface. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 03:52:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12801550#msg12801550)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> All Black Everything (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/7d/e2/927de217484b4870a693efc579df1c0c.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Not Applicable<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Not Applicable </span><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">With everyone in accordance with each other, James shifted from where he lazed leisurely against the kitchen’s marble island in order to lead the way into the adjoining living room. He took a seat on the camelback styled couch, designed to seat two, and patted the empty space next to him in the hopes that one of the ladies would accept his silent invitation. <br><br>James did not bother to conceal the lopsided smirk forming at his mouth after he voiced the first question of the evening. From Amor’s taken aback expression, he imagined she did not suspect him to take the plunge into personal questions so quickly. <br><br>Or maybe she imagined, as her superior, he would not overstep the invisible boundary with her. Fuck that. He brought the beer to his mouth, taking another deep swig of its cool contents, and waited to see if she would answer his question or escape responding through choosing a shot of alcohol. <br><br>In truth, he had no idea if Amor had been intimate with the other woman or not. However, the consequences did not outweigh the payout. It only meant he would have to wait until the next round to ask another question or give someone a dare. <br><br>The risk proved worth it when Amor described in vivid detail how she tasted CJ’s pussy for the first time. It only further added to his enjoyment of the retelling when it became all too clear that the deed did not take place behind closed doors. His cock hardened underneath his black slacks, and he did not bother to hide the reaction. Neither did he seek to relieve it either. <br><br>“You have set the bar high, Ms. Ocampo,” James complimented with a few claps of his hands together once she reopened her eyes to face her audience. <br><br>Faint disinterest shadowed his eyes when Aiden accepted Amor’s dare to shed all of his clothing and keep it off for the remainder of the game. Still, if it amused the women in attendance, he was not going to ruin their enjoyment by being a spoilsport.<br><br>“I’ll admit, I am pleased with this dare. I was feeling under-dressed,” James said in a teasing tone to the other man before Hailee hopped up from her seat. <br><br>And yet, he had little to no interest in spending the next fifteen minutes watching Aiden get undressed by the women. Best to get it over with. He rose from his comfortable seat, handing his beer to Caroline, before he made his way across the small space to join the duo. <br><br>“I might be of some assistance,” he whispered against Hailee’s ear, breath brushing her earlobe, as he crowded behind her blonde woman. His close proximity basically sandwiched her body in between Aiden and himself. If his arousal from Amor’s naughty story was not noticed before, it was certainly felt now. “You didn’t specify who could help after all. Think of me as your butler…” James lifted Hailee’s navy blue shirt and glided his fingers tenderly across the flat expanse of her stomach. He did not longer long, as tempting as it was, since he undertook the task of undoing Aiden’s belt. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 04:12:00</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet<hr><br>While there was no end to the amusements provided to the guests each night, the evenings at the Grand Foyer had to be one of the major attractions. Music blared from the front as a DJ played a continuous selection of dance mixes, a veritably cheesy disco ball spread dots of luminescence all around and with the lights low, the energy high, and the drinks free, there was no scarcity of people willing to make their way to the dance floor.<br><br>Sarah was no exception. Maybe it took a few more self-reassuring breaths than most people (and perhaps a drink or two more as well), it was only a matter of time before she rose and began dancing. After all, what are dance floors for? And being self-conscious, she was beginning to learn, was quite overrated. After all, from the looks of things nobody was self-conscious around here. With the possible exception of her. But she was trying to change all that - it was the whole point of this trip.<br><br>And the fact is that whatever might have held her back <em>didn't</em> stop her, and soon enough she was stepping and shimmying with the best of them, her unruly curly mop flying everywhere. It probably didn't hurt that so many attractive bodies were getting down together on the floor, the room for all its grandeur now a hot sweaty teeming mass of people. And of course, more than a few couples were sneaking off to private command performances back in their rooms or wherever else proved convenient. (And not just couples - threesomes and larger groups were forming as well.) And as she was moving her booty as best as she could on the dance floor, Sarah came to the realization that she was quite happy here in this place. Yes, quite happy indeed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 04:37:52</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet <hr><br>Dancing or just grooving to the music was one of Nicholas' pastimes from his days as a marine in the Dutch armed forces. Heading to town for a hot night after harsh training was a way to relax, and Nicholas was often popular with the after-activities with a local who decided to stick with the military man. He as a man with few restrains, for he knew that life could be short, and within that time it would be best to live it to the fullest. It was why he was always prepared for a woman, someone who could satisfy Nicholas to the point that if it was his last moment, he could die happy, a smile on his face.<br><br>So here he was, giving more than a few butts a nice slap and a gentle squeeze as he stepped his way through the mass of bodies. No luck so far in scoring an episode in bed so far, but Nicholas was determined to change that, and a determined man would be more focused in his work, his eyes scanning the people before him before a mop nearly smacking him in the face. Dodging at the last moment, Nicholas recognised the woman as Sarah Levitz, a Gate Agent of Fhloston who he chatted with once or twice before on land. <br><br>She seemed new, slightly hesitant in her movements, yet Nicholas could feel that sense of freedom emanating from her. A smile appeared on his face, the gym instructor slowly slid his way to her back, hands slowly resting on her hips as he guided her to a new tune. A passing waiter, keeping his composure as he weaved through the sea of bodies, provided Nicholas with a drink, a glass of tequila. Taking a sip, Nicholas brought himself to the front, eyes meeting Sarah's as he smiled, taking another swallow of his drink while moving to the beat.<br><br><strong>"You dance good."</strong> Nicholas said. <strong>"Still, you should let loose. Need a drink to help you along?"</strong> The glass was in his hand, Nicholas making a subtle gesture to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 05:29:43</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl34/1080full-bridget-satterlee%201_zps08lljpxl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jenny Lucier</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12799339#msg12799339)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Gift Shop Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Fine knit, loose fitting, blue sweater; black hot pants, blue laced cork wedges; black string bikini underneath<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong> | Nina Krause, Devon Allred, Oscar Valdez<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None at the moment.<br><hr><br>The last few days have been a whirlwind of wonderful moments and awkward encounters for Jenny. It was strange enough to be on vacation while your boss could be a room or two away but to have him a room or two away with what you could only guess was a few of your co-workers going at each other into the wee hours of the night while you did the same, well, there was plenty of room for some strange.<br><br>Jenny wasn't entirely too sure what she actually wanted out of signing up for a Truth or Dare session. Maybe it was an odd sense of familiarity that drew her to it, as opposed to the natural draw of being on an island where practically everyone is bangable and willing. On the night of the event, she found herself in the library a little early and spent a few minutes browsing the ornately decorated room. The books seemed secondary in the lavish space. It was as if they were really only there for the acoustics of the room. The young girl's mind quickly went to thoughts of just how well naughty sounds could be dampened or heightened in the study. God. This vacation really awakened something in her.<br><br>The sounds of other footsteps brought Jenny back from her fantasizing. She followed them to the center of the space where she found the others and a seating area littered with comforts, namely alcohol. It was a wonder she missed it when she first came into the room. The introductions were short and sweet, though Jenny spent the time to eye each and every one of the others that she assumed she'd spend the next little while with. These three were more of the same that she's dealt with so far - hot.<br><br>Oscar, who she vaguely remembered as being one of the guys who always had the rich ladies ogling him, started things off by addressing Nina. The beautiful restaurant manager quickly went with truth. <br><br>Boring.<br><br>Thankfully, Oscar didn't waste any time and shot back with a heavy question. Jenny simply crossed her legs and sipped at her vodka-cran in response, eagerly awaiting the response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 06:48:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet<hr><br>Sarah didn't see the man until it was almost too late, but he did an admirable job of dodging her hair. It was a doubly neat trick how he managed to grab a drink from a passing waiter without missing so much as a beat. "Oh, thanks," she replied as she heard the compliment. "I'm really just an amateur at this kind of stuff." She cocked her head for a moment. She thought she had seen him a few times before and was suddenly occupied in trying to place exactly where.<br><br>But he was offering advice and drinks - and she figured refusing would be impolite. Grabbing the drink from his hands with another quick, "Thanks, I think I might" accidentally or maybe not so accidentally brushing his fingertips, she accepted the glass and toasted, "To hot nights..." then taking a sip of the tequila and grimaced slightly as it went down. Looking back up at the man and noting the well toned muscles, she continued on with the dancing. Or flailing. It was mostly dancing. "I... uh... I think we've might have met before. I'm Sarah." She gave as bright a smile as she could as she kept&nbsp; swaying to the beat hoping that her feet weren't getting in her, or his, way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 16:57:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet <hr><br>Nicholas simply smiled as Sarah took in the drink, noting her grimace. Surely, was this girl new to such joys in life? Nicholas continued to groove and move, but slowly as he noted her actions. Surely this was interesting, and it was not too long before Nicholas took her by the waist again, a smile on his face which told her that he knew what he was doing.<br><br><strong>"To hot nights indeed. I'm Nicholas, the resident Health Instructor. I believe you helped me clear some custom equipment back then for my gym, just a month or two ago. I really, really appreciate that."</strong> Taking the glass from Sarah as he deftly returned it to a passing tray, Nicholas matched her smile as he got closer, his body mere inches from her as he got behind the girl. A deep breath into her hair got a sigh out of the man, his hands now giving her light squeezes along her waist and ribs.<br><br><strong>"Sarah, that's a nice name. Fitting for one who smells nice, looks nice, and is nice..."</strong> Nicholas whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the skin as an arm lightly wrapped around her waist. <strong>"You got to let loose, be more free with your body language... yes, that's nice... you learn fast and dance good, Sarah. You might have confused me with a regular clubber."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2016, 21:25:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13600000/Adam-adam-rodriguez-13623063-396-594.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Snogging <hr> <br><br>In between the heated kisses, he nodded along in the darkness. "Why not, you followed some clues and solves the puzzle, sounds like a game to me." He added as she agreed to play and inquired for more. Javier bought some more time by finding her lips and initiating another kiss, not like he needed another reason to steal a taste. "Lucky me." Javier admitted as he moved his hands away from her ass, up her sides and up to give her tits a rough grope. "How about, I will leave a clue every morning, you figure it out and you win." He made up the rules on the fly, positive he could make up a clue a day with the inventive of a run in with whoever she was! "As for the rules, fuck them, I'm just making them up as we go." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 02:46:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NCxHCwK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Concierge<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen – Lving Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured, with jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Reacting<br><hr><br>The dare that came from Amor's lips was an intriguing one even to a bystander in the group like herself.&nbsp; Would this be a sign of what was to come that evening?&nbsp; It was an interesting and exciting prospect, to think of what possibilities would lay ahead that evening with the fun and interesting group.<br><br>She joined in on the invite, following Hailee's lead.&nbsp; Rising to her feet, she followed the other blonde in approaching and starting to undress Aiden.&nbsp; While Hailee worked upon the upper torso, removing his shirt and tie, Caroline went to his midsection.&nbsp; Her hands unfastened the belt around his waist, soon moving to unfasten his pants and letting them fall to the floor around his ankles.&nbsp; He certainly was an attractive sight, she thought to herself as she moved back to her seat with a slight blushing smirk upon her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 03:14:49</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None Yet<hr><br>"Oh, thanks Nicholas, you've got a great name too," Sarah answered, attempting to be breezy but not quite succeeding. She was all too aware of his presence behind her, the gentle hands on her hips and waist, the soft warm breath moving through her hair and ear. She reached a little behind, but it wasn't quite the angle that she could pull that off, so she resumed snapping in the front.<br><br>The advice did not go unheeded. She did her best to let go, shimmying and swaying through the heat of the crowded dance floor. The male body inches behind her certainly helped. "More like this?" she asked, her voice searching for approval despite her best intentions. "It comes so naturally to you. It must be nice being so in touch with your body. It's quite... well... attractive in fact, if you don't mind me saying." she craned her neck back a little and gave another smile, trying to be a little more sultry now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 03:34:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding <hr><br><strong>"Of course, the body is what gives us emotion... feelings... Keep it good and it will make you good."</strong> Nicholas replied as he noted her release. The tension in her body seemed to ebb off, replaced by a free spirited girl who was having fun. Not copying the moves of others, but simply undulated movements which spoke a language to him by themselves. Words were not needed, Nicholas gently pulling her hips back, placing the soft fabric of her dress on the front of his pants, where a slightly protruding tent was forming.<br><br>Nicholas placed his nose near the back of her hair, taking in another breath in an act which made him obvious to Sarah. His hips began to move, pressing himself against her curvy butt, Nicholas sliding himself on her buttcheeks, on the valley separating those lovely orbs, his hands giving her a little tickle before continuing to press slightly into her flesh.<br><br><strong>"Just move... react... this is a place to enjoy. Tell me, what does your body want? React to them, and let us be satisfied at the end of this night."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 04:18:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding and Teasing<hr><br>"Hmm..." Nicholas's advice seemed to make sense. Sarah had spent so long denying, or at least fighting against what her body wanted for so long that she had almost forgotten what it had felt like just to give in to her urges. Of course, the last two days had gone a long way to reversing that situation, and tonight seemed to promise more steps in the right direction. She felt him pushing against her, and could feel the evidence of his interest prodding against her. And Sarah found that being desired had its effect on her, causing her skin to flush and the sweat to drip from her pores. The sensation of his hands on her rear, early as she might have judged them under other circumstances was actually quite welcome in this setting. Maybe it was the island. Or maybe the dance floor. She had heard that many saw dance as, among other things, a subtle form of mating ritual. Events so far tonight didn't contradict those theories.<br><br>"What my body wants?" Sarah asked, more to herself, but still pondering the answer to his question. "It's hard to say." In some ways it had already answered, bringing her to press herself into Nicholas's provocative grinding, pushing backwards so it could rub against his. "I guess what my body wants... What I want right now... I think it wants to be free..." She shrugged as she moved and slithered against him, surrendering to the music from the speakers, and the music coming from Nicholas's body. "I can't really describe what that means - But do you get what I'm saying, Nicholas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 05:48:03</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0b/90/ec/0b90ec7025d317a8d88604786e6dedd1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Red (http://ttp://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/YZyk8GV5omrtpGp33huSA/cid/212468132/id/1G9oCEa45hGjvfkTyXa90g/size/c600x472.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Archibald <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Charlie Corsetti, Sarah Levitz, <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM making out<br><hr><br>Marco was amused to see his roommate in his group, and he flashed her a grin as he poured himself a shot of tequila with a water back, then moved to stand off to the side and watch things get underway.&nbsp; One dark brow quirked higher as the cute, curly-haired girl, who reminded him vaguely of a famous actress from the 20's, went into explicit detail about her lesbian exhibition fantasy.&nbsp; He felt a few slight pulses run the length of his shaft as she went on, more in response to her clear engagement with the scene than anything else, his eyes following her hands as they crept down her body.&nbsp; A slight pout touched his lips when she finished...without finishing, and he downed his nearly forgotten shot to soothe his thwarted lust.&nbsp; Sipping the water, he set his empty shot glass aside, and chuckled as Gabriel approached Charlie.<br><br>The laughter trailed off when Gabriel veered and he found himself face-to-face with the man, very little space between their bodies.&nbsp; He drew in a slow breath, meeting Gabriel's eyes boldly and letting his lips part a bit just before he melted eagerly into the kiss.&nbsp; His hand lowered to release his water glass and let it join the shot glass on a nearby table, freeing both hands to roam where they pleased.&nbsp; Marco's arms curled around Gabriel's body, one hand sliding down to cup the other man's firm ass while the other splayed across the middle of his back, a low groan of hunger rising in his chest as the kiss pressed on and his body leapt to attention.<br><br>When Gabriel pulled back, he gasped softly and grinned a bit, his own eyes hazed with passion.&nbsp; A soft grunt of delight accompanied the renewed kiss and he shifted his hips to press them more insistently against Gabriel's as he shuffled backward.&nbsp; His body finally thumped back against the wall beside the dart board and he moaned, arching against it and using the additional leverage to plaster himself more tightly against the other man.&nbsp; His fingers curled and fisted in Gabriel's shirt as he parted his lips and teased his tongue against his, coaxing it past his own lips so that he could suckle lightly and tease his teeth across the top.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WildStallionNYC</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 06:23:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9c/b0/62/9cb0626de159c3363539397555263d4e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aiden Jones<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Ship's Captain <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen | Living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> briefs and nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, James Richards, Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> none<hr><br>He was happy to see Hailee's hand shoot up and then see her jump to her feet.&nbsp; It was only moment's later that her hands were on him, slowly undressing him.&nbsp; He was enjoying having the tall, young, beautiful blonde so close to him.&nbsp; His arousal starting to show.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised when Mr Richards was the second to offer a helping hand.&nbsp; Not his exact idea of fun, but all part of the game and in good spirits he guessed.&nbsp; He did enjoy as Mr. Richards basically sandwiched Hailee between the two of them, her young body almost pressed to him.&nbsp; He then felt hands at his waist and realized a third member of their group had joined in, Caroline, who was now pushing his pants to the floor.&nbsp; He then gave them a hand of his own, pushing his black boxer briefs downward, revealing his big semi hard cock, as it brushed against Hailee's thigh.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Happy Amor?"</strong>&nbsp; He asked with a grin on his face, not shy at all, as he stood naked now amongst the group.&nbsp; <strong>"Hailee, for being so generous and helping out I think it's your turn, truth or dare"</strong>&nbsp; He was surprised when she chose dare after seeing what he had to do, but she did so he thought for a second before announcing, <strong>"Very bold of you Hailee, I'll take it easy on you, how about this.&nbsp; Hailee, you need to rub your sex until it's your turn again." </strong><br><br>With a smile on his face, he slid back onto the couch spreading his legs confidently, knowing he was now on display for the group.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 06:36:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ngmMFWr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Concierge<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 4 | Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Game Night<br><hr><br>Caroline could not sleep.&nbsp; When she try to lay in bed, attempted to rest and sleep, it was an exercise in futility.&nbsp; Tossing and turning, rolling about beneath the soft, comforting fabrics had resulted in nothing.&nbsp; Not even masturbating herself to sleep could do the trick.&nbsp; And when she thought about it, how could she sleep in a place like this?<br><br>She dressed quietly and made her way out of the room in the late evening.&nbsp; Out into the evening, where even in the middle of the night, the whole place seemed to be pulsing with energy.&nbsp; A small comfort that she was not the only one unable to sleep.<br><br>Her mind thought back to the earlier events of the trip, of all of the exciting memories that would forever be lodged in her mind.&nbsp; Just the thought of some of those experiences made her clitoris throb in happiness.&nbsp; Never had she imagined that this was how her trip was going to end up.&nbsp; She had wanted a time to herself, a time to get away and relax, to enjoy life before quitting the business and going back home to a more stable life on land.&nbsp; But never did she imagine all of the things she would do, all of the fun new things she had gotten to experience.<br><br><em>'Ending my time with Fhloston with more than a few bangs...'</em>&nbsp; she thought to herself with a grin.<br><br>There was no set destination in mind.&nbsp; Aimlessly she decided to wander, exploring the vast estate and it's features.&nbsp; A part of her had thought of resting, of giving herself a bit of a rest and time to recover, but how could she with so much fun and opportunities laying around, waiting to be discovered?&nbsp; Fun opportunities like the attractive woman playing pool.<br><br>Caroline had walked past the open game room at first, forcing herself to stop and move back to the doorway when she caught sight of who was playing.&nbsp; Her lips curled into a gentle smirk, seeing Amor playing pool.&nbsp; Instantly thoughts of the Truth or Dare game came barreling into the forefront of her mind.<br><br>“Can't sleep either, huh?” She asked as she stepped into the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 11:01:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding, teasing <hr><br>Nicholas smiled, looking at Sarah as he drank that pretty face, and the gaze in her eyes. He could feel the sensation of need, of lust in this girl, the confusion which stated that someone needed to take the lead and initiate the next step. Slowly, he made his way to her front, keeping that smile as his hand rose to her chin, cupping it and raising her head till she was looking at his eyes, the two establishing that visual connection which was so important when Nicholas wanted to communicate with a woman.<br><br>His head shot forward, not too quickly to startle Sarah, but enough that he could land a passionate kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking into her as he drank in her lust, the sexual tension within her as Nicholas began to strip at the uncertainties. Sarah needed release, and if she was unsure of what she wanted, Nicholas will present to her what she needs. <br><br>Breaking off from the kiss after a few seconds, Nicholas made sure his forehead remained in contact with Sarah's, his face wearing a cheeky grin. He loved the way she tasted, and surely, he hoped she felt likewise.<br><br><strong>"How was that?"</strong> Nicholas asked. <strong>"If you like it, give it a shot."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 18:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f9db4e69340795b747ba60971479783d/tumblr_oh3seeEbwB1tmmtpjo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jorja Henderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800250#msg12800250)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Entertainment Staff. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>"Well I found more of pastime for becoming drunk, hustling for beer makes for a really cheap night." Jorja smirked at Thomas as she racked the balls on the table "So, you wanna break? Be a shame for you to chalk that cue then not use it." It had been a while since Jorja had played pool seriously and silently hoped she hadn't got that rusty through lack of practice and if the self proclaimed pool hustler lost she just claim it was all part of 'the plan' whatever that was.<br><br>Jorja slipped her jacket off as there no way she could play wearing it, "Cue ball off the table? Cool. That's a hard shot to get right." She said to Charlie with a grin. "I been working on the Bellerophon for the last couple of years, general all round entertaining and guest bothering. You know what it's like, even when you're off duty you're on duty." That was the big downside of being front of house on a cruise ship, your time was never your own. Jorja waited for Thomas to go break off and as he was readying himself she asked "So Thomas, what are we playing for?" There were a number of interesting nights in Jorja's past that had kicked off after not so innocent question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 02:14:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding and Teasing<hr><br>As their eyes met, Sarah felt a sudden frisson of desire, if a little trepidation. She looked at him mesmerized, unable to move as he took her chin. She was completely helpless, entirely unable to resist his advances and certainly unwilling to do so even if she were. Her heart raced with anticipation to know what would come next. And when they kissed, Nicholas's lips opened a floodgate in Sarah's soul. She could feel him, touching her, tasting her, devouring her, and at the same time increasing her hunger for him tenfold. Soft lips opened to give him entry and her tongue danced with his, longing for succor. Her hands slipped around his waist pulling him closer, bringing her body to press against his, to gyrate to the music, to push deeper, to gain all of him. What felt like an eternity was in fact only mere seconds, and certainly for her, not nearly long enough.<br><br>After a few seconds, she recovered her wits and dimly noted that there was a question in the air. "Yes. I liked it. I... needed it." And before he could answer Sarah moved forward and kissed Micholas again, for once initiating the action on her own, <em>taking</em> what she wanted rather than just meekly waiting for it to be presented to her. She pressed her now feverish lips into his, aching with desire, her mouth opening like a rose in bloom after a long winter. Her tongue extended out to beg entry, no, to <em>demand</em> it, her body no longer willing to be incarcerated by the warden of her insecurities. She was his, for sure; there was probably never any doubt about that, even from when he first sidled up to her on the floor - but now, with that kiss, she was declaring that he was hers.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 05:43:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Pajamas_zpsrfrid9d5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 3 | 11 p.m.<br><strong>Location:</strong><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;----&nbsp; Missed the 'sexy pajamas' memo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</em> Caroline Wafford, Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, James Richards <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Self Gratification<hr><br>James's observation about feeling under dressed brought a small startled laugh from her which dissolved as he moved up behind her.&nbsp; Fingers fumbled on buttons a little, she hadn't really let herself think too much about their kind host, but there he was, arms partially wrapped around her helping to strip another guest while the hard outline of his cock rubbed up against her ass.&nbsp; Hello. With so many hands set to work it didn't take very long, Caroline's help with those troublesome pants especially meant they soon managed to get Aiden in the buff.&nbsp; It was a sight worth waiting for and she may or may not have muttered the word 'yummy' under her breath as she took a small step back toward the couch so as to fully appreciate the fruits of their labor.<br><br>She was just settling back into her place curled up next to Amor when it was apparently her turn to pick.&nbsp; Dare was really the only option for her at this point.&nbsp; Full sentences were tricky and she didn't trust herself trying to string a bunch of them together.&nbsp; Her eyes widened slightly and for a second, but then she shrugged.&nbsp; What was a little masturbation among friends? Right?<br><br>Taking a deep breath she untied the white bow at her waist and then one hand slid down along her stomach slipping under the dark fabric&nbsp; and the already damp panties beneath.&nbsp; One long tanned leg stretched out toward the table her bare toes curling against the edge of it and a small moan slipped from her as her fingers slid along her wet opening.&nbsp; Amor's story, Aiden's naked state and their collaborative stripping had left her more than a little aroused, but it was knowing that she was being watched while she played that made her shudder, hips rocking up toward her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>It took her a few seconds to get settled, her wrist turning, fingers flicking back and forth before one slid inside her fully drawing another small whimper.&nbsp; "I ... umm .. Caroline?&nbsp; Truth or Dare?"&nbsp; her voice had dropped to a lower breathier place, she was clearly fighting to stay focused already, but it was totally worth it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 22:24:04</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dolcemag.com/wp-content/gallery/winter09_maiara-walsh/maiara-walsh-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: &nbsp;Nina Krause (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12804518#msg12804518)</strong><br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image (With blue bikini underneath)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Devon Allred, Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None at the moment.<br><hr><br>Nina let out a soft grin at the teasing from Oscar as the question was asked to her.<br><br>"My best sexual experience?"&nbsp; Moving her hands up to her chin, she had to think about it for a good five seconds before she was able to relate the sweet and exciting tale.<br><br>"It was in my first and only year of culinary school.&nbsp; It happened during a late night party with all of the aspiring chefs at a small house sponsored by the local college.&nbsp; It felt almost like a rave there with many people in there listening to the music.. doing drugs.. getting drunk.. whatever their fancy was.&nbsp; The lights were flashing all around me for nearly a half an hour when... she arrived to the party.&nbsp; Oh Gods... she was soo divine!&nbsp; She was a Latina beauty about my height and very curvaceous.&nbsp; Our eyes locked onto each other and she invited me to dance with her.&nbsp; I don't know if it was the lights or any of the beers that I indulged upon but she felt so soft and so delicious!"<br><br>Though she didn't have to take a shot of the alcohol, she did so anyways before continuing with her story.<br><br>"After all of the hot dancing and the catcalls from the guys, she invited me upstairs.&nbsp; I felt like I knew where this was going to lead to right when she took my hand and said 'come here'.&nbsp; She lead me up the stairs and&nbsp; into a room that was a sight to behold.&nbsp; A large window off to the side brought in all of the moonlight into the room... and that was all of the light that we needed.&nbsp; Softly, she undressed me while I did the same with her.&nbsp; She kissed almost every inch of my body as I held onto her almost tightly.&nbsp; We were both hot and I needed her touch.&nbsp; I needed here now.&nbsp; I didn't have to speak a word as she reached down with her fingers and went inside of me.&nbsp; I leaned back down and oh god... "&nbsp; She was moving her arms close to her trying not to touch herself in the process as she hoped to finish the story with some dignity.<br><br>Her touch was magical.&nbsp; two... three fingers went inside of me as her mouth was on my breasts... one breast and then the other.&nbsp; She never stopped until my whole world exploded!&nbsp; I came all over her hand and my body shook like I was in a major earthquake!&nbsp; Gods... she was breathtaking!&nbsp; The bad part about it was... once I came back down to earth, she was gone.&nbsp; I never got her name or where she was staying.&nbsp; To this day, I have been searching for someone that can top what she did to me." <br><br>Still breathing heavily, she had to clasp her hands together in order to keep from getting overly heated.&nbsp; "Gods... that experience still stimulates me today."&nbsp; She admitted as she looked back over to the bearded man next to her to ask the question to keep the game going.<br><br>"So... Devon, is it?&nbsp; Truth or Dare?"&nbsp; She asked while she was still coming down from her own ecstasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 00:52:51</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/DawnCrissCrossTop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi for blouse paired with these jeans and shoes. (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/CultofIndividualityJeans.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Caroline Wafford, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Erotica<br><hr><br>Amor open her mouth to accept the spoon full of delight and shut it just as quickly when Hailee spoke.&nbsp; A finely plucked eyebrow arched at the comment and Hailee’s sputtering clarification.&nbsp; Eventually the cute young woman a decade Amor’s junior earned a bemused expression.<br><br>“You are absolutely adorable.” Amor replied opening her mouth again and letting her mouth slide over the cold, sweet goodness.&nbsp; “Mmmm,” she murmured lightly, it was really good.&nbsp; “Thank you, but you know I am going to have to get you back for that not cool comment?”&nbsp; Amor was teasing…mostly.&nbsp; She could think of soooo many things she would love to see Hailee do.&nbsp; However at the moment there were other distractions to hold her attention and she laughed out loud when Hailee offered herself to Aiden as tribute.<br><br>Amor, still sitting on the edge of the couch, leaned back and enjoyed the show while Hailee, James and Caroline shed Aiden of his clothing.&nbsp; Amor wasn’t always interested in guys.&nbsp; She often preferred the fairer sex (though not exclusively), but Aiden was certainly a specimen and his hardening cock was quite magnificent.&nbsp; <br><br>Amor gave the girls a wink as they returned to their seats and was quite happy to have Hailee curl up next to her.&nbsp; She was even happier to hear Aiden’s dare.&nbsp; Amor gave the woman a reassuring smile if she needed at and watched delicate fingers untie the white bow giving those fingers room.&nbsp; Being seated in such a way as to view this from above was a stroke of luck, so to say.&nbsp; Fabric undulated with the movements of Hailee’s fingers and the girl shifted to give her fingers more room to work.&nbsp; It was seriously hot to see someone as gorgeous as Hailee masturbating in from of them.&nbsp; It seemed both James and Aiden thought so too, though it was a bit easier to tell on Aiden.<br><br>Hailee’s little whimper may have been lost to others in the room, but Amor was close enough to hear the lovely nose and her thighs shifted again and her nipples pressed against the fabric of her blouse as Amor’s body reacted to the quickened breath and little sounds of the woman next to her.&nbsp; Amor’s gaze flickered to Caroline at Hailee’s breathy question.&nbsp; She was oh so very curious to see of the country girl was going to being as daring as the rest.&nbsp; She certainly hoped so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 01:10:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/11374025_1613015822279967_24781347_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amor Ocampo<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | Very Late Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Impending Homoerotica<br><hr>Amor looked up at the familiar voice and smiled, Caroline.&nbsp; At truth or dare Amor had pegged her as “the shy one” but she could not have been more wrong.&nbsp; Caroline had been as enthusiastic as the rest and had made for quite the memorable night.<br><br>“Caroline.”<br><br>Caroline’s hair was down.&nbsp; It cascaded in corn flower waves that were much different than the braids she wore the other night.&nbsp; Amor liked it.&nbsp; She looked quite a bit different, though no less pretty.&nbsp; Pink was definitely a color that suited her.&nbsp; Maybe it was a lack of sleep or the energy that seemed to permeate the place, but Amor’s eyes roamed Caroline, recalling the lovely curves she had and how she had used those lovely lips the other night.<br><br>“Who can in a place like this?” Amor answered honestly and set the pool cue on the table amid the scattered balls.&nbsp; She leaned up against the table giving Caroline her full attention.&nbsp; Yes she cocked her hip a little to accentuate her own curves and even gave a flip of her hair so it fell to the side and offered a view of her bronze neck.&nbsp; <br><br>“Want to join me for a little game?” she offered.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 06:56:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">His lips had her warm and pliant through both taste and technique. The flavor of him upon her tongue was heady and stimulating and invited thoughts of knowing more. Of tasting more. Already arousal held her in its grasp and she was breathless under his hands, the rough grope he gave enough to pull a sharp gasp from her throat. She did so love a man unafraid to take. It begged for her to reciprocate and raised her lusts more quickly and sharply than anything. Plus the whole stranger in the dark thing was just flat out doing it for her.<br><br>In truth the only thing that kept her from going for his belt right there in that dark ass closet was the promise of more. A game, he'd said. Well she did indeed like to play and Charlie had always been something of a glutton for punishment. Why take the easy route? She was almost sure that he wouldn't object if she declined to play and instead offered to screw him right here in this closet or at least drop to her knees and suck him off. She wanted to. But she was also curious. Such instant gratification could only bring about a certain level of satisfaction, right? Did that threshold increase with the introduction of a set of parameters that drew things out and turned it into something else altogether?<br><br>Who the fuck knew really. <br><br>Her arms slipped up his chest, roaming and mapping the taut planes of his body. Nails on skin, she touched as he had, without delicacy or hesitation. Though the rougher edge to his touch had her hands twisting to grab hold of his shirt and pull closer. Her back arched enough to push her tits into his grasp and Charlie barely resisted the urge to boost herself up to wrap her legs around him.<br><br>"Mmm, I think I like the sound of that," her lips trailed from his and she nipped at his ear, her body writhing to get closer. "Where will I find the clues?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 11:39:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding, teasing <hr><br>Nicholas went with the flow, accepting Sarah's oral onslaught as he countered with his hands now sliding along her sides, giving the woman little squeezes and tickles along her side. Nothing drastic to break her off with a burst of emotion, but enough to complement him pushing her slightly to the side of the dance floor. They continued for a while, before Nicholas reached the wall, positioning Sarah's back against the wall as he placed a hand on the wall, effectively trapping her between him and the structure.<br><br><strong>"Say, you are a naughty one inside. Could you have been craving this all along?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 18:37:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img002.lazygirls.info/people/maiara_walsh/maiara_walsh_maiara_walsh_com_modeling002_005_QZeR9a3.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th, 9:30 Am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Burning Breakfast <hr><br>It was another bright and early morning at the resort.&nbsp; The sun was shining and the air was as warm as it has been all week.&nbsp; Though Nina was usually not an early morning person, she could not sleep in any longer on this day.&nbsp; it was as if she had a calling to wake up a half hour ago and try to explore more of this wonderful resort.&nbsp; There was only one slight problem with her plans though.&nbsp; Her stomach was growling and she knew that the restaurant wasn't open yet.&nbsp; Feeling a little dejected, She knew that she had to do the one thing that she really didn't want to have to do... cook breakfast for herself.<br><br>Letting out a loud sigh, she reached for the outfit that she laid out the previous night and put her clothes on... with bracelets and all.&nbsp; Making her way downstairs to the kitchen, Nina tried to find some type of food that she hoped that she couldn't screw up.&nbsp; Eggs seemed to be a safe choice to start.&nbsp; Taking only two eggs out of the refrigerator, she grabbed a small frying pan and cracked them open onto a metal frying pan without any butter or any way of letting the added sauces latch onto the pan.&nbsp; Turning on the gas, she figured that things were going well.&nbsp; So far so good.<br><br>What she didn't expect was receiving a call on her cell phone from her mother.&nbsp; Answering the phone, she was describing how wonderful her vacation was so far.&nbsp; All of the women that she met and even a small bit of the Truth or Dare game was being described until a very eerie smell started to come to her nose.&nbsp; Looking back, she let out a loud gasp as the eggs were almost burnt to a crisp and a couple of flames were searing through the pan.&nbsp; "OH NOO!"&nbsp; She shouted in her shock!&nbsp; She was sure that in about less than a minute, the smoke detectors would go off and alert everyone in the house.&nbsp; She was too scared to reach for the handle of the pan to move the eggs off of the flames as she hoped that some 'knight in shining armor' could come to the rescue before everyone could be alerted of what Nina already knew.<br><br>She can't cook... literally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 20:31:26</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> General Hotness<hr><br>Sarah was so deeply involved in her kiss that she hardly noticed they were moving until she found herself trapped against the wall. It was a little unnerving, but at the same time, also exhilarating. Sarah wasn't the kind of girl who let herself be cornered in crowded rooms by sexy men, but... there she was. And there he was. <br><br>She looked up at Nicholas not really knowing what would come next, though fully aware what would happen eventually. She gave him a look that was both shy and wanton simultaneously. "I... I promised myself to let go when I went on this trip. That I'd have no reservations going in and no regrets going out. It's... To be honest it's been a little harder to keep that promise than I thought, but I also have to admit that so far... I haven't been disappointed."<br><br>After a brief glance downwards, she locked her eyes on his, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave her answer. "So, yes. This <em>has</em> been what I've been looking for. My question to you is, Have I found it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>04-12-2016, 20:43:18</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue T-Shirt, Black Shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None, Unless the Food Channel Turns You On<hr><br>Sarah <em>was</em> a morning person. There was nothing she liked better than to get out and enjoy the smell of fresh... smoke? She immediately ran into the kitchen and found the source of the problem. It was a matter of a few seconds to locate a lid and put it over the burning food - the best way to stop a grease fire. Turning to the damsel in distress, she asked, "Are you OK?" It was Nina, apparently. By now, she had gained a partial acquaintance with many of the people on the island (it had been five days after all), and she had chatted up Nina a couple of days ago at the beach. So she knew her well enough to be confused.<br><br>"Wait... don't you run the restaurants on the ship?" Apparently, being able to actually prepare food didn't necessarily disqualify one for the position. Live and learn.<br><br>"Here, let me take care of breakfast." She grabbed a half dozen eggs, and what was left of the diced vegetables and some ham and got to work scrambling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 01:56:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://assets.lookbookspro.com/mc2-model-management/gxl_5284f370-3ad0-4183-bbbb-233e0aa613db.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Archibald<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> see avi, minus the board obviously<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Sarah, Marco (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <hr> <br><br>The subtle taste of tequila did little to distract from the man's intoxicating scent and heat, and the moment Gabe felt him respond in turn to every move he made, nothing could have stopped him from indulging. They crashed into the wall, Gabriel's lighter form still the more aggressive as he pressed on and pinned the guy with his chest. The kiss went on, more akin to sex than a simple touch of lips, and while he was definitely fulfilling the dare he'd been faced with, it was not on his mind anymore. <br><br>"Name?" He grunted softly when he pulled back, only to press firm kisses down the man's neck. His hands moved down muscular arms until his fingers could wrap around wrists, and then he pushed the guy's arms up along the wall until he had his hands pinned on either side of his head. "I'm Gabriel," he announced with a cocky grin, laughter on his lips for a moment. Then he sank back in, lips crushed on lips, and moaned into the kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 02:12:51</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0b/90/ec/0b90ec7025d317a8d88604786e6dedd1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marco Gutierrez<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Bartender<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual Red (http://ttp://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/YZyk8GV5omrtpGp33huSA/cid/212468132/id/1G9oCEa45hGjvfkTyXa90g/size/c600x472.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel Archibald <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Charlie Corsetti, Sarah Levitz, <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> MxM making out<br><hr><br>His head tilted back slightly as Gabriel's lips blessed his neck and he moaned, unable to think of his own name for a moment, before finally murmuring.&nbsp; "Mmmmarco."&nbsp; His fingers curled and biceps flexed as his arms were trapped, body writhing between the wall behind him and the gorgeous man pressing against him.&nbsp; He whimpered a bit, fire burning in his eyes as he was prevented from indulging in his own exploration of Gabriel's form by the hands pinning his arms.&nbsp; In response, he rolled his hips insistently, pressing his aching, denim-trapped length against the other man with shameless lust.<br><br>When his mouth was reclaimed, he parted his lips and firmly bit Gabriel's lower lip, tugging playfully with a low, sensual growl.&nbsp; Trapping his partner's mouth by holding his lip between his teeth, he suckled at the silky flesh gently and finally let go, mumbling against his mouth with near incoherence.&nbsp; "You better be into guys, 'cause we're so fucking before the vacation is over."&nbsp; He made his point by curling one leg slightly around Gabriel's calves, annoyed by the layers of clothing between their bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 08:50:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Open.<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Grinding, teasing <hr><br><strong>"Then let us not be disappointed."</strong> Nicholas said as he lowered himself slightly, until his head was level with hers as he went into a little squat. His hands now cupped her calves, before sliding slowly up her legs, lifting her dress as he continued to kiss, tonguing Sarah with passion until he reached her waist. The hem of her dress was help up by one hand, while the other slid in between her legs, fingers sliding and tickling along her inner thighs as Nicholas broke off, smiling as he dropped the hem of her skirt, guiding her hand to his raging boner.<br><br><strong>"How'd you like it so far?"</strong> Nicholas whispered, before sliding his hand between her legs upwards onto her crotch, a finger beginning to 'saw' its way along her slit. His other hand undid the zip on his pants, allowing Sarah to fondle the large anatomy now staring right at her. He would give her a feel of what he has, of what he was capable of, and perhaps it would be easier to loose all pretense, to lose this act which they were keeping up with.<br><br>After all, his room was just a hall away. Nicholas... often hunted for his partners in places near his lair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 16:13:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img002.lazygirls.info/people/maiara_walsh/maiara_walsh_maiara_walsh_com_modeling002_005_QZeR9a3.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th, 9:30 Am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None - Unless Cooking Channel turns you on as well<hr><br>Nina recognized her knight in shining armor as Sarah while letting out a huge sigh of relief.&nbsp; She was very glad that Sarah arrived or the whole kitchen would have smelled like smoke.&nbsp; Sure, Nina would have enough sense to take the burning pan off of the stove with a glove to protect herself but she was glad that Sarah was doing just that for her.<br><br>Hearing Sarah's question after taking a few deep breaths.&nbsp; Nina was finally able to respond in a much calmer way.&nbsp; "Yes, I run the restaurant on the ship... But just the main seating area where the customers sit down and eat, not the kitchen as you can tell."<br><br>With the offer of Sarah making breakfast for them,&nbsp; Nina felt even better about things as she could see how magically Sarah's fingers were working with the food.&nbsp; "Not bad for someone who gets people back onto the ship.&nbsp; Have you done this before?&nbsp; I mean not just cooking for yourself?"&nbsp; She asked in her awe if seeing Sarah doing her due diligence with the food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 18:58:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> N/A<hr>Thomas wrapped up with the chalk, placing it on the table in case Jorja wanted a go with it while he broke. He did raise an eyebrow when Charlie mentioned having put three balls off the board. That took some doing, and a stubborn person behind the doing," I'm crew. Well, not technically. Never been on any of the cruises before. I'm one of the senior copywriters, working with the advertising branch. There's a pusher joke in there somewhere, and be warned, I've heard them all."<br><br>Back to Jorja, her talk of cheap nights draw a chuckle out of him as he arranged the cue ball, looking down it," I'm sure there are a handful of suckers that would beg to differ on that," He looked up from the ball to give the blonde woman a grin," And I do try not to be a sucker. Not in that sense, anyways," He winked at Charlie before turning back to Jorja, and the pool table, pulling the cue back with one hand and guiding it with the other.<br><br>"What... do you think would be fair to bet on for a first game?" He asked before powering the cue forward in a clean strike, sending the little white sphere to collide with the triangle of balls and scattering them across the table. Thomas noted with a hint of disappointment that once everything had slowed to a halt, none of the balls had slipped into the pockets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 15:58:01</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/24/d9/7e/24d97e2f2a768bd1d90473e27ef0bda7.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rafael Vega (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12807539#msg12807539)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Entertainment Performer<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> 3rd August | 11 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White T-Shirt and Jeans (http://data.whicdn.com/images/89940511/large.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Just slipping in.</em></span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He was late, apparently.<br><br>As much as he could blame anything else for his mistake, Rafael could only blame himself for being late for a rather interesting game between him and a few selected people. Fortunately enough, he was quick to just toss on a simple shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans before he started heading his way over to where this whole game was going to be held. Before he reached to the kitchen, however, it seemed that the group had shifted into the living room instead.<br><br>"Hola, buenas noches," he greeted with a warm smile upon his lips though quickly noticing on the states of a few people as he came closer to where they were sitting. He had to be blind if he didn't notice one naked yet attractive man and seeing one blonde woman masturbating herself in public. Already, he could see how this would turn out to be a rather interesting night and he wondered how crazier this game would get. Seeing Mr. Richards among the unfamiliar faces was definitely a surprise but a pleasant one, regardless.<br><br>"Sorry that I'm late but I hope I can still participate?" His grin turned wider and he plopped himself upon one available seat among the others. "I'm Rafael Vega, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all. Don't mind me too much until it's my turn." He figured that names would be said when the game continued, so introductions weren't exactly necessary unless they feel generous to do so. Before anything else though, he figured he could get something like a late night snack for himself from the kitchen — and he did, quickly then returning back to his initial seat to watch what would happen next.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 01:45:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting Felt Up<hr><br>Sarah gasped in both surprise and ecstasy when Nicholas's hand found its way up her dress to her now very moist panties. And again when he guided her own hand right onto his fully erect cock. This was certainly not what she was expecting when she headed onto the dance floor this evening. <br><br>But maybe it was exactly what she wanted. Or needed.<br><br>At any rate, while she may have been taken aback by her dance partner's aggressiveness, Sarah was certainly not doing anything to remove his hands from her private areas. Or to remove her hands from his for that matter. Quite the opposite, she was taking its full measure in slow and deliberate strokes. And she possessed fairly little in the way of a poker face, so it was clear that while she had not been expecting his actions, she was in fact enjoying them. She even became a bit more aggressive herself, moving her kisses from Nicholas's mouth to his ears and the nape of his neck. The one hand that wasn't occupied with his staff roamed his chest and back, venturing to squeeze his ass more than once. "I can't lie. I like it. I really like it. Long live discovery," she murmured, half in answer, but also half to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 01:52:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue T-Shirt, Black Shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None, Unless the Food Channel Turns You On<hr><br>"Well, no doubt you do a good job. I hear nothing but good things about the restaurant service when the people get off and come home," Sarah answered to Nina with a smile. Fhloston did seem to earn its success and build a happy customer base. And Sarah knew full well that Nina had a whole lot to do with that. Then again, that was true of most of the Fhloston team. <br><br>Then the conversation turned back to her skills. "Thanks, but it's nothing really. Just what a girl needs to know when she lives alone and doesn't want to get takeout every night." Pouring the contents onto two plates, she smiled again and announced, "Voila! Scrambled Eggs a la Sarah! Bon appetit!"<br><br>Digging in herself, she looked up and continued the conversation. "So Nina, how's the trip been for you so far? Isn't this place amazing? I knew resorts like this exist, but I never thought I'd be able to visit one myself. And now I'm so happy I did," her smile now grew broader than ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 02:11:45</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5514/30664385383_a69d64cac9_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 3rd, Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Library<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hat, Shirt (as pictured), black shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Nina Krause, Jenny Lucier&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <hr><br>He had entered the library after the others, finding the room to be no different in its lavish decoration compared to other parts of the mansion.&nbsp; He'd been there for three days, and he could certainly not think of a time when he had been left wanting.&nbsp; The trip was throwing surprises at him everyday, and now, he found himself joining a game of truth or dare with the added factor of alcohol.&nbsp; He had seen the others around though hadn't really met them yet.&nbsp; The man was Oscar, and the other two had to be Nina and Jenny though he wasn't sure which was which.&nbsp; Of course, Oscar starting off with the first truth or dare question settled that confusion as Nina spoke up about her decision to take truth.<br><br>She regaled the group about her experience, and Devon found that as good a time as any to pour himself a drink.&nbsp; He never liked the taste of alcohol, but the effects of loosening himself up socially was certainly welcome, especially in a place like that.&nbsp; It was as he took his first sip that Nina turned to him and asked him the inevitable question: Truth or Dare?<br><br>He pulled his glass of mixed rum and Coke down before licking his lips and smiling.&nbsp; "Dare," he said with a little smirk of his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 16:16:46</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.dolcemag.com/wp-content/gallery/winter09_maiara-walsh/maiara-walsh-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: &nbsp;Nina Krause (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12804518#msg12804518)</strong><br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image (With blue bikini underneath)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Devon Allred, Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - Maybe some heavy kissing in a bit.<br><hr><br>Nina's lips clasped together while hearing the answer to her question to Devon.&nbsp; Dare.&nbsp; Oh how evil she could be?&nbsp; There were so many possibilities that she had a hard time choosing which dare to give him.&nbsp; She placed her hands in her chin before a sly grin came to her lips.&nbsp; She couldn't wait to see what his reaction to this dare was going to be.<br><br>"I dare you to..."&nbsp; she gave a pause for dramatic effect before continuing on.&nbsp; "I dare you to take the hand of anyone in this room, bring them close to your body and kiss and hold them tight like that person was your one only true love."&nbsp; She grinned as she spoke, hoping that Devon would not back out of the dare.&nbsp; "If you are too afraid to do that, than take three shots of your drink and move on to the next person."&nbsp; she offered, giving him an out if he was too chicken to do the dare that she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 16:40:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img002.lazygirls.info/people/maiara_walsh/maiara_walsh_maiara_walsh_com_modeling002_005_QZeR9a3.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina Krause<br><strong>Status:</strong> Restaurant Manager<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th, 9:30 Am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None - Unless Cooking Channel turns you on as well<hr><br>Seeing the scrambled eggs with the ham and vegetables mixed into them, Nina let out a very wide smile at both the comment about the service at her restaurant as well as the food in front of her.&nbsp; Taking a small bite of the eggs, she felt the softness of them along with a bite of ham and vegetable.&nbsp; "You certainly manage without the take out.&nbsp; This is soo delicious!"&nbsp; She admitted while the topic changed to even better things.<br><br>Life these past five days was certainly wonderful to say the least.&nbsp; Even she couldn't remember all of the things that she did but one thing was certain.&nbsp; She was having the time of her life.&nbsp; "So am I!&nbsp; I have been wanting to be on this resort for a few years now and I will admit, nothing compares to this place.&nbsp; It is so amazing and I haven't been able to see everything here yet."&nbsp; She admitted as she took another bite and swallowed the food.<br><br>"Mostly, I have been visiting places on my own but... It would be wonderful if I can enjoy the sights with someone.&nbsp; It would be much more fun to share the excitement with someone, don't you think?"&nbsp; She asked with a wink of her eye as if she hoped that Sarah could join her of her next adventure that the resort had to offer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 21:08:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NCxHCwK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Caroline Wafford<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Concierge<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen – Lving Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured, with jean shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 1</strong> Amor Ocampo, Aiden Jones, Hailee Spencer, James Richards, Rafael Vega<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Reacting<br><hr><br>Her time had finally come.<br><br>The question had rolled around in her mind from even before the whole little game started.&nbsp; A debate that had gone on throughout her day in sporadic bursts of thought.&nbsp; What would she choose when it became her time to make the choice for the first time?&nbsp; Seeing how things had played out already with the dares and questions had helped to make things easier.<br><br>“I think I'm going to need another drink or two before I take dare, so I think I'm going for truth this round.” She said.<br><br>The question that came from Hailee's lips brought a reddening of her cheeks, the corners of her lips widening into an embarrassed smirk.&nbsp; “What's my best orgasm...” She said, repeating the question with an air of contemplation.&nbsp; There was no need to think intensely on the matter.&nbsp; The answer came easily to the blushing blonde.<br><br>“It was actually the other day.&nbsp; First day here, I found some company with two handsome and... talented... gentlemen.” Caroline began to recall, her body tingling with the familiar traces of arousal that always seemed to bubble up when her thoughts wandered to that glorious moment.&nbsp; “My first threesome with two dudes.&nbsp; It was pretty intense.”<br><br>Softly she nodded her head, her mind replaying the scene with such vivid clarity.&nbsp; “It started at the pool, with some flirting with someone, and it got pretty hot pretty quick.&nbsp; We went over to one of the cabanas by the pool, where we started to getting familiar with each others' bodies.&nbsp; Turns out we had someone watching us, and just invited him over...&nbsp; Never came so much, or so hard, before...&nbsp; So yeah...”<br><br>She took a long sip of her drink to cool herself down, savoring the sip.<br><br>Her eyes turned to Mr. Richards.&nbsp; A smirk came across her face.&nbsp; “How about you, Mr. Richards?&nbsp; Truth or dare?”<br><br>When their boss opted for Dare, Caroline had to pause for a moment, to consider her options as the new guy came in to introduce himself and join in.&nbsp; For a moment she considered what to do.&nbsp; How often was it that someone had their boss in such a position?&nbsp; “Well, I think raises all around would be pretty nice.” She said in a half-joking manner.<br><br>She hadn't anticipate that he would have said yes, but when he did, she couldn't help but to feel a sense of elation.&nbsp; A fist pump of victory came, already imagining what sort of things she could do with a little raise in pay.<br><br>As Mr. Richards excused himself before he could begin his turn, Caroline's attention turned to the new addition to the group.&nbsp; “How about you, Rafael?&nbsp; Truth or Dare?”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Truth</div><div class="spoiler_body">What's your biggest sexual fantasy?</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Dare</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your choice.&nbsp; I can't think of anything.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-12-2016, 02:47:25</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5514/30664385383_a69d64cac9_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 3rd, Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Library<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hat, Shirt (as pictured), black shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Nina Krause, Jenny Lucier&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <hr><br>He kept that smirk on his face while Nina described the dare, and when she had finished, he glanced at the three of them.&nbsp; Nothing against the lovely ladies, but Oscar was the most appealing one to him at the moment.&nbsp; He would have to down a few more drinks to get daring with the girls.&nbsp; His brown eyes turned back to Nina, a full smile creeping to his lips.&nbsp; "No need for shots," he said as he slowly rose from his seat.&nbsp; He took a long drink of his mixed cocktail before setting the glass down on the table and stepping around to where Oscar was sitting.&nbsp; He reached out his hand while staring down at the other man.<br><br>"I believe I am to take your hand," he said waiting for the hand to be offered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>08-12-2016, 04:16:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting kinky <hr><br><strong><em>"I can't lie. I like it. I really like it. Long live discovery."</em></strong><br><br>Nicholas smiled as Sarah began to react to his movements, the man allowing her to shift feminine lips to his neck and collarbone. Nicholas was enjoying the experience too, the way she moved and allowed him to tease her at her most sensitive of spots. Nicholas has initially wondered if he was too hasty, immediately aiming for her sacred place after a bit of teasing, but it seemed to have worked well. Nicholas continued that for a moment, before angling the underside of his fingers upwards, and giving her panties a little dig, feeling the entrance of her slit and the moistness collected there.<br><br><strong>"Long live discovery indeed."</strong> Nicholas whispered into her ear as he slipped his moist fingers up, giving himself a little taste of Sarah. Sweet and nice, not too thick. Just the way he liked his partners.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps this place is too... open..."</strong> Nicholas said as his hand reached for Sarah's armpit, before sliding back and cupping one of her breasts in a tender hold. <strong>"Your room, or mine?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>08-12-2016, 04:40:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue T-Shirt, Black Shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nina<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>"Oh, absolutely!" Sarah assented her eyes lighting up. "I was thinking of heading out to the other side of the island today to check out the beaches there, and I'd love to have some company!" Having finished her breakfast, she was already cleaning her dishes even as she continued the conversation. "You will come, won't you, Nina? We can meet in half an hour in front of the mansion."<br><br>Of course, it was Nina that dropped the very transparent hint in the first place, but she waited for confirmation all the same. With baited breath no less. She leaned forward almost begging for a reply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>08-12-2016, 04:51:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas, CJ (Mentioned)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Getting Felt Up<hr><br>It was all Sarah could do to nod. Well, that and not squeeze Nicholas's member for dear life. She was about ready to rip his clothes off and jump his bones then and there. "Your room," she continued breathily. "Mine's..." she wasn't sure on its status, but chances were at least 50/50 that CJ might be entertaining late night visitors. This place just did that to you - took you places you never went before. "... busy." Finally removing her hand from his cock, she almost coyly wrapped it around his arm and purred, "Lead the way..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 06:56:52</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Blouse, Blue Scarf, Black Skirt and Flats<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, <strong>Gabriel</strong>, Marco (<strong>Truth or Dare - Group 3</strong>)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Enjoying the Show<hr><br>While Sarah had been a bit anxious to see who Gabriel would pick, she wasn't disappointed by his decision. Then again, disappointment wasn't really a possibility - not unless he had decided just to walk away. It certainly wasn't what she had <em>expected</em>, especially considering how he packaged the surprise by first heading to Charlie, but then again, Sarah herself had just confessed that her deepest fantasy involved another woman, so it was hardly shocking to learn that her target should choose to fulfill his dare with another man. And, after a bit of observation, she confessed to herself that it was also more than a tad arousing.<br><br>The kissing certainly lasted a decent amount of time as well. Enough actually for Sarah to slip over towards Charlie as the two boys amused themselves. With a sly smile and a nudge to the shoulder, she mentioned, "You know, maybe we should get some popcorn. This definitely makes for good watching..." A small chuckle tripped out of her lips. The alcohol was definitely starting to exert its influence. And the way that Gabriel and Marco, two highly desirable gentlemen, went at it probably had its effect as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 01:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/13600000/Adam-adam-rodriguez-13623063-396-594.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Lobos<br><strong>Status:</strong> A guest <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Snogging <hr> <br><br><em>Ahh damn girl, to many questions, shit! </em> Javier was put on the spot when he had a nice pair of tits in his hands. He handled her with little to no finesse, groping and pawing at her offered chest while attempting to create coherent thoughts when his brain was already being deprived of blood. As she pressed up and began to whisper into his ears, he let his hands drop and come around, a firm swat connecting with one cheek before he gripped hard. "I'll leave something for you to find tomorrow, same place as the first clue." Javier managed to answer, something simple enough that even he couldn’t mess up. What exactly he didn’t know but that was the appealing part of this little game. How much could he get away with? A game with a random stranger, this mansion was turning out to be one hell of a vacation. <br><br><br>“One more kiss…” He found himself confessing as his hands ascended to her face, guiding it up before his lips found hers once more. There was no reason to rush, if this was the final one he wanted to make it last, a slow introduction of his tongue followed with plenty of time to indulge in the anonymous intimacy of it all. “MMMmm….that will do for now, I will see you tomorrow, I hope.” Javier admitted before he opened the door and ushered her out with a smack to her ass! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>10-12-2016, 18:54:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time! <hr><br>Nicholas nodded, ignoring the fact that his erect dong was sticking from his pants, instead allowing Sarah to wrap her arms around his neck while his arms carried the woman, supporting her thigh as he mashed their bodies together. Yes, Nicholas will carry Sarah to his room, like a man claiming his partner for the night, using her own crotch to shield his manhood from being exposed. Not like Nicholas cared anyway, let them all see him for all they want, let them be... jealous...<br><br>Yes, Nicholas tends to have weird thoughts at times.<br><br>The keycard cleared the way quickly enough, Nicholas pushing the door open as he placed Sarah on the bed, his leg reaching back to shut the portal before them. His eyes reflected the lust within him, Nicholas licking his lips in anticipation as he got to his knees before Sarah, his hands on her knees before reaching up, pulling a pair of soaking wet panties from the young agent. The garment flew back, casually tossed by Nicholas as he threw her a wink, before spreading her legs as he dove in with a hunger, an enthusiasm brought forth by sexual fervor.<br><br>Into Sarah he went, his tongue and lips sliding along the young woman's thighs. Nicholas kissed and licked, before reaching her sacred slit as his tongue licked at the welcoming petals, drinking on her sweet cum as his lips teased her opening. His tongue got to work, finding that hard button on her clit as Nicholas gave it a flick, and another, before settling into a rhythm of licking along her moist slit. <br><br>He will make Sarah flow with bliss tonight.<br><br><strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 19:00:50</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cb/ff/c8/cbffc8b86fa095ec4d4025473508829d.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd, Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Oversized hoodie, cropped t-shirt, short denim skirt, bright colored sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah Levitz, Marco Gutierrez, Gabriel Archibald (Group 3)<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Just a little harmless fun!</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Listening to Sarah reveal her naughty little exhibitionist dream had been eye opening. What was that saying? It was always the quiet one? Charlie chuckled and in the spirit of a request well fulfilled, she'd poured herself another shot and tipped that one back too just to add to the warm that the first shot and Sarah's little peek of passion had inspired. As such, she was already quite comfy and in possession of a small smirk when Gabriel was chosen for the next dare.<br><br>That he first detoured toward her was not really any sort of surprise. They'd had quite the time just yesterday and had certainly left things on friendly enough terms. However, something kept her from quite getting her hopes up that he'd decide to plant those sexy lips on hers. If she were to be honest the voyeur in her would much rather he pick Marco as the first not-so-innocent bystander. Not that she'd complain. Still, even with those wishes at the back of her brain she was more than a little surprised when Gabe only offered a tease before detouring to the very sexy bartender she happened to be rooming with. <br><br>"Oh, so it's like that, huh?" She giggled and resisted the urge to toss a pillow after him. <br><br>Fanning herself lightly she was pleased to find that she needn't worry about some disappointing attempt at shock and awe. Gabe knew what he wanted and seemed to have no issues going to claim it. She liked that in a man. What she liked even more was the way Marco responded in kind leading what could have been a silly little dare to become an undoubtedly hot and enviable embrace. <br><br>Sarah moved closer to her and Charlie lifted her chin slightly in acknowledgement but did not look away from what was unfolding before her. "Hmph, screw the popcorn and get me my vibrator." She remarked in turn, and only half in jest. They were supposed to be playing a game and having a little fun but Charlie was only a moment from saying screw all that. She'd be just as entertained by watching two scrumptiously hot men devour each other. A little glance toward Sarah suggested the cutie might be of the same mind as well, though Charlie opted to mind her manners for now. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 19:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas, Jorja | Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Charlie chose only to grin at the remarks regarding her dubious 'skill' at shooting the ball off the table. There really was nothing further needed on that one. Instead she glanced around the space for a fair seat to watch the show from and decided that dragging a bar stool a bit closer to the table--though out of reach of the sticks the others were wielding--would have to do. <br><br>"Ah, so a good time girl and a corporate man," she nodded as they revealed their respective designations. "Welp, guess that makes me low woman on the totem pole this time around. I'm just your friendly neighborhood DJ." She'd trekked over to the stools and grabbed one, huffing as she found it a tad heavier than expected. Rolling her eyes she readjusted and reached for it anyway to drag back toward the table. <br><br>Satisfaction was evident upon her face once she got her seat into place. Retrieving her bag gave her the chance to scope out both Jorja and Thomas again but she said nothing, allowing them their time to banter and tease and start up their game. She was listening however as she climbed up and settled into the tall seat. Her legs crossed and her bag was dragged up into her lap. She made a show of opening it up and looking for something but really it was just to hide the devious smirk that had found its way to her features. The way she saw it poor Thomas was either fishing for trouble or outright asking for it. Then again, her eyes lifted to find Jorja briefly, she couldn't exactly blame him. It was just a good thing she wasn't the one playing.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 19:36:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,&nbsp; Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The swat to her ass made her hiss and grip him tighter. "Mmm, fuck," she purred, her breath hitching as his hand gave what would no doubt be a slightly bruising squeeze. She could only nod her understanding of his instructions then as she found herself torn between what she thought she wanted and what she felt like she needed at that point. Her clothes were irritating the hell out of her skin, rubbing against her in maddening ways as she shifted against her mystery man but she stayed the course and found herself rewarded with another taste.<br><br>It felt natural to follow his lead as his hands came to her face and initiated a slow and altogether thorough kiss. Her hands were once more left to find purchase in his shirt while she balanced on her tiptoes and fell headlong into a brain melting, toe curling kiss that left her whole body tingling with sudden desperate need. Which of course was the moment he chose to end their little session. <br><br>Charlie could hardly see straight as she was ushered from the dark back out into the light, though the smack to her ass did jar her enough to help clear some of the fog from her mind. It was hard not to take that look back too. She might have been able to make out a few details if she had but her sporting nature made it so that she kept facing away. She took a second to straighten her clothes then touched her fingers to her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. "Tomorrow then." She cleared her throat after noticing how husky her voice sounded and decided it was for the best if she just walked away. Who cared if she was aroused as all hell and grinning like an idiot. <br><br></span><div align="center"><strong>Fading</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 07:01:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress, but no panties...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hot and Heavy<hr><br>When Nicholas picked her up, Sarah had more or less already wrapped her legs around him, swept away by the sudden onrush of feelings and outright desire. They were barely through his bedroom door before she started effectively tearing the clothes off his body. Soon enough, she wasn't in a position to do that as she found herself tossed on the bed, relieved of her panties, and suddenly playing host to an enthusiastic visitor between her legs. <br><br>His tongue brought a panoply of moans and animal cries flying from deep within her - a voice that before was never heard, simply pushed away to some dark corner of her mind now set free. The sensations welling within her were uniquely delectable. reducing her to a quivering jelly, unable even to promise to bring him the same pleasure that he was currently giving her. It was all she could do to hang on to the bed posts for dear life as the yelps of ecstasy became louder, urging him on, begging to bring her to flood, cause her to overflow in rivers of desire - to feed her lust even as he was satiating his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:10:24</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/59/7a/44/597a4464b3cedb0208e3e862c5d11684.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Oscar Valdez</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12796517#msg12796517)<br><strong>Status:</strong>&nbsp; Employee - Gentleman Dance Host<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 3rd - Night<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Library <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; See Image<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Nina Krause, Devon Allred, Jenny Lucier<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; - None at the moment.<br><hr><br>The appealing and interesting story from Nina was still on Oscar's mind as the challenge was laid.&nbsp; It had seemed like an interesting one, a fun one, and one that he could only assume he would be playing nothing more than a spectator.&nbsp; He sipped quietly at his drink, observing and waiting to see which one of the ladies that the Devon guy would choose.<br><br>Being the one selected, he was surprised.&nbsp; Eyes widened slightly, Oscar was taken off guard by the offer and selection.&nbsp; “My my, this is going to be a fun little game.” He mused, taking one last sip of the drink before placing it to the side and taking Devon's hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Oscar rose to his feet, a hand pressing back the long tresses of dark hair as he stood before Devon.&nbsp; A playful grin emerged across his face beneath the thicket of his beard.&nbsp; “Show me whatcha got, buddy.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 04:52:16</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time! <hr><br><strong>"Wonderful."</strong><br><br>It was all Nicholas could say as Sarah melted into a series of moans and cries, and he was more than happy to continue pushing her over the edge. His tongue snaked into her slit, tasting the juices as his lips closed onto her slip, making heavy sucks as Nicholas seemed to suck her dry. Hearing her yelps only spurred him more, as his hands began to undo his belt and pants, making sure that the transition would be quick when she was nearly on the edge.<br><br>Nicholas could sense her orgasm coming when he broke away, but only for a couple of seconds. Long enough for him to jump out of his pants, long enough for him to guide his erection right into the opening folds of Sarah Levitz. With a gentle push, Nicholas sent his length sliding in slowly, making sure she felt comfortable with his entry as he leaned over, giving the woman a kiss with his lips, allowing Sarah to have a taste of her own love juices.<br><br><strong>"I hope you're ready..."</strong><br><br>A thrust, followed by another and another in quick succession, Nicholas began to move his hips, connecting his with Sarah's as his rod slid into her with the efficiency of a piston. With mechanical precision, Nicholas began to time his thrusts into a consistent motion, as the man began to grunt at Sarah's tightness.<br><br><strong>"Damn... feels.... urgh.... so... good..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>13-12-2016, 21:32:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f9db4e69340795b747ba60971479783d/tumblr_oh3seeEbwB1tmmtpjo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jorja Henderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12800250#msg12800250)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Entertainment Staff. <br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &lt;-- <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlie, Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Serious wood<br><hr>Jorja looked across at Charlie with a slight arch of her eyebrow "Trust me, fat and drunk guests who insist on just more game of volleyball or those who get a little handsy during dance classes... yeah not a good time."<br><br>Taking hold of the her cue and thoughtfully chalking it, Jorja waited until the balls had come to rest before she answered Thomas' question. It might be bad form to wait until the other person had broken off before deciding on a wager but it wasn't Jorja's fault that he was so eager to get started, looking at the way the balls were spread and knowing that even though she was a bit rusty she fancied her chances of cleaning up. "Fair bet? Well if this was really was the first day of summer camp it'd be a silly bet, something like the loser has to take his top off." Jorja couldn't help giggling as she looked across at Thomas and then at Charlie "That sound fair to you Charlie?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer Jorja set about the pool table, she had to admit to herself that the denim top wasn't idea for playing pool in but she could manage as long the shots didn't require contortions to cue from. Taking a deep breath Jorja struck the cue ball hard, pocketing both the 3 and 12 balls. She wouldn't admit this out loud but there was more than a little luck in the shot but it did look impressive, keeping her game face on Jorja quickly moved round the table to hide the grin on her face. "I think, I'll take solids." Jorja tried to sound cool and in control as she cracked the cue ball sinking the 7 and screwing back the 1. In a matter of minutes the pool table was looking sparse, all of the solids had been clinically despatched and the 8 ball was in the perfect position. Jorja couldn't help gloating a tiny bit as she grinned at Thomas "I told you weren't going need that cue. Corner pocket" Jorja pointed at the far corner pocket before leaning over the table and striking the cue ball cleanly sending it into the 8 ball that rolled towards the open jaws of the pocket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 02:47:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grand Foyer<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress, but no panties...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hot and Heavy<hr><br>Sarah happily to the point of greedily took Nicholas's member into her moist deep cavern within. It didn't take much to push her over the edge - she was already hanging by her fingertips. The cry of release rang throughout the room, even as she joyfully thrust to ensure that Nicholas released within her. Once that occurred, she slowed a bit, curling into him, kissing him desperately, searching for another taste of where he has been and of course just of him in general.<br><br>Only two words could do justice to what had just happened to her. "Oh god..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 02:56:56</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Andale Mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TRUTH, DARE, or SHOTS!</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5514/30664385383_a69d64cac9_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Devon Allred<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Guest Services<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Aug. 3rd, Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion, Library<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hat, Shirt (as pictured), black shorts<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Truth/Dare/Shots - Group 4</strong>&nbsp; Oscar Valdez, Nina Krause, Jenny Lucier&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Scene end for Devon<hr><br>He thought it would be fun, and the reaction he received from Oscar only made his smile more apparent.&nbsp; He waited patiently for the man to slowly set his drink down and get up.&nbsp; Devon bit his lip with a smile, holding out his hand for Oscar to take it, and when he did, he pulled him close, his other arm wrapping around the man.&nbsp; He looked up at him, eyes locking in a gaze as lovers would do.&nbsp; Devon leaned forward and up, and just as he was about to fulfill his dare, his pocket began to buzz.<br><br>Devon paused for a moment before pulling back and reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.&nbsp; He looked at it, noting the number.&nbsp; The young man's brow furrowed before he slowly pulled back from Oscar.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; This is important.&nbsp; I must take it," he said before swiping to answer and walking out of the room with his attention now on the caller.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 04:04:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Malcolm<br><strong>Status:</strong> Senior Copywriter<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Scene end for Thomas<hr>Thomas let his eyebrows come up as her first shot sunk two of the balls. Thomas liked to think of himself as a fair sport when it came to losing, being able to concede when he knew he was outclassed, but this was just plain ridiculous. She didn't miss a single shot until she worked herself down to the 8-ball, tossing a taunt at him, making the man roll his eyes with a small smirk on his face. He was in over his head.<br><br>He watched as she moved in for the 8-ball, an easy shot. He watched as she tapped the cue ball lightly, twirling it gamely towards the hole which for which it was intended, moving impossibly slow, and yet he could tell that it was just strong enough to send it rolling into the corner pocket, just as she called it.<br><br>Only, impossibly, the black ball grazed against the edge of the pocket, and tapped th other edge, curdling the ball just on the edge, stopping just shy of an easy victory.<br><br>There was an option. He could try and play, but it would be an effort in futility on his part. He could sink one, maybe two before it was her turn again. But he doubted that he would get lucky again. And so, with a game smile, he walked back over to the rack and tucked the cue back into it's place.<br><br>"Well, I know when I'm beat. I'm going to check into my room, see what the view is like up there. You two should have some fun though," He winked and smiled at Charlie," See you two later?" He didn't wait for a response, finding his way towards the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 01:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b3/16/75/b316753558000a598b43d0febedfcc2d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Landry<br><strong>Status:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd / The night is young<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Button-up white shirt, beach shorts, barefoot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Hailee Spencer <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Stephanie<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Just shooting some pool<hr>Stephen had never been much of a fashion guy. Sure, he liked looking good as much as the next person, but the lack of the ability to color coordinate, or do so well anyways, made him finally decide on sticking to comfortable and not ugly. Minimalist, spartan. Some of his friends said he looked good in white, and while that was a terrible choice for his line of work, he did like wearing it on occasion. And tonight was such an occasion.<br><br>A cold beer on a table nearby as well as a platter of various snacks and refreshments, despite the fact that he was the only one around, counted as some time to let his metaphorical hair down and have some fun. Even if it was on his own. Some alone time was called for here.<br><br>He wasn't even sure what he wanted. He didn't want to stay here, but he didn't want to hunt someone down just to have something to do and be able to stay away from their room for just a little while longer. So he nursed at the beer, munched idly on the snacks and arranged the balls on the green field of a pool table. He'd found an already done and chalked up cue stick on the rack and started playing himself at the game. Bars were where he'd played most of his games, most of the time for after-work drinks, maybe for an hours or so before heading home. He wasn't a pro by any means, but a good amount of practice meant that he could keep even this game competitive. Like a game of chess, only with a big stick and balls to deal with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 04:59:38</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time! <hr><br><strong>"Oh.. whew... oh.."</strong><br><br>Nicholas was pumping away, showing why he could be considered for a gym trainer while maintaining a top physical shape through the years. His hips moved consistently, pumping his manhood into this woman as he kept himself aloft over her, his face lowering to kiss and allow Sarah to respond likewise. Nicholas wasn't exactly aiming for speed, instead they drew back to the point where his dickhead was almost popping out of Sarah, before driving himself entirely back in once again, his full length traveling along her love canal, spreading her walls before hitting her base for another sensual withdrawal. Nicholas could feel her tension, could feel Sarah being driven to ecstasy as he prepared to end the first round of the night.<br><br><strong>"You're tightening up... I'll send you to heaven and beyond..."</strong><br><br>Nicholas now picked up the pace, feeling his own groin building up as he drove himself deeper, faster, and harder into Sarah, a pace which kept on for the next minute or so, before he reached down to give her a harsh kiss on the side of her neck, and unleashed a torrent of hot, thick cum right inside her. Strings and strings of cum pulsed into Sarah, as Nicholas maintained his pumping, unwilling to let go so soon...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>18-12-2016, 20:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress, but no panties...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hot and Heavy<hr><br>And just like that, Nicholas was inside her again, bringing Sarah to new heights of ecstasy. Gasps and moans escaped with her every breath, her hands grappling onto his hips and pulling him forward for more, still more ever more. Sarah felt that the bed could break, the room could break, <em>she</em> could break. And she would still hunger for more.<br><br>Sarah's whole body was now caked with sweat, dripping from every pore. Her heart beat like a metronome on overdrive. Orgasm came again, suddenly, like an old neighbor coming for a cup of sugar. A desperate almost animal shriek left her lips as Nicholas brought her over the precipice. <br><br>It took a second, but she recovered. "OK..." she whispered, "My turn now." Her lips moved slowly downwards - down Nicholas's neck, his chest, his stomach. Soon, she was at his member, perhaps temporarily at bay, though perhaps not, and certainly not for long. She opened her mouth and took him in, all of him, moving up and down the shaft, sucking up whatever essence had been left behind even as the rest had been pumped into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>18-12-2016, 20:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 11:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Crochet Halter and Shorts (https://www.lulus.com/products/riding-boho-black-crochet-halter-top/145034.html)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexis<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None<hr><br>By August 4, Sarah was beginning to really get into the swing of things. There was so much to do here. So many people to meet. And she had noticed how quickly inhibitions had been discarded, including her own. But every so often, she needed a break. The game room seemed like an option. A good way to relax, or so she thought.<br><br>So here she was, kneeling on the floor, sipping on a glass of orange juice, and looking at a large pile of some of the cheesiest board games she had ever seen. It was really quite a collection, perhaps even more so considering everything there was to do outside. For now, Sarah idly glanced through the boxes, giving an occasional smile as she looked at some of the more offbeat choices. This really was the kind of place that had everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>21-12-2016, 05:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time! <hr><br>Nicholas closed his eyes as Sarah now took the initiative, giving a slight moan as he felt her lips and tongue go to work. He lay down on the bed, allowing her to do the work as he recovered from his orgasm. Eyeing her curly hair as she took his length in, Nicholas smiled as he reached over, grabbing Sarah's waist as he gently maneuvered her so her hips were positioned by his face.<br><br><strong>"I never knew the sweet agent has such a naughty mouth."</strong> Nicholas said, feeling a buildup of pressure by his loins as he reached up with his head, licking away at the dripping slit, licking and lapping at the mixture of cum and love juice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 02:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress, but no panties...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hot and Heavy<hr><br>Within a minute, Nicholas had drawn out orgasm number two from Sarah. And orgasm number three soon followed. By now, she was putty in the man's hand and loving every second of it. "Nicholas... how do you? That's amaaaaaa... zing. Oh god..." She was about ready to faint from all the pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Relikai</strong> on <strong>14-01-2017, 09:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.menshealth.com/sites/menshealth.com/files/styles/slideshow-desktop/public/images/slideshow2/warrior-intro.jpg?itok=tueEocFW)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nicohlas van Helzen<br><strong>Status:</strong> Gym Trainer / Health &amp; Fitness Instructor<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2, 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey Dress Shirt and Black Pants.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Sexy Time! <hr><br>Nicholas smiled, pulling Sarah up to him as he lay on the bed, completely satisfied by the night's events. Well, this girl served him well, and from the looks of it, she was ready to fade away, and Nicholas simply gave her a kiss or two on her lips, his tongue diving into her mouth as he shared in tasting each other.<br><br><strong>"With plenty of help from my friendly agent."</strong> Nicholas whispered, his hand sliding under Sarah's dress to touch her back, bringing the woman near him as he looked at her.<br><br><strong>"Fancy a shower?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Smut-Tastic Chronicles II | Mansion, Floor One</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 01:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Levitz<br><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Embarkation Agent<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | 9:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nicholas' room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Purple Polka Dot Dress, but no panties...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nicholas<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Hot and Heavy<hr><br>Sarah looked up with a smoky gaze, purring at Nicholas' touch even as she caressed his face. "Yes, I'm feeling the need to clean up - even if it's so fun being dirty..." She raised her arms to allow him the opportunity to slip off her dress and lead her to the bathroom.
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