[Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn
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				Title: <strong>[Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 15:06:45</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>03-11-2015, 17:12:02</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Virgil<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Partner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Greeting everyone<br><br>Virgil waited as the ladies stepped off the bus. He had had this one overhauled once they could afford it so that it was much more comfortable. Instead of being packed in like sardines, each row was two to a side with comfortable reclining chairs that even at full recline didn’t impose on the person behind them as the total max occupancy of the bus was no more than 26 at a time, more than half what a standard greyhound bus seated. He wanted each client to get into a relaxed frame of mind from the moment they stepped off the plane and came into their care.<br><br>The expense had been horrendous but it made an impact from the first bus load of clients that had been brought in. Relaxed customers made the entire expense well worth it in his eyes. And he had yet to see anything more than some slight wear and tear on the seats. The disgusting bathroom that one found on a greyhound was replaced with something that didn’t reek to hell.<br><br>He stood next to his glowing wife, who as usually made him feel like he was slumming it. He wore blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a white button down short sleeve dress shirt. She looked every bit the corporate executive, if an extremely sexy one. She was after all the brains of the business, he just carried the balls of the operation.<br><br>The area they stood in was the interior corral of the barn where they exercised the horses during the winter and during particularly hard rainstorms. It was also where they met each batch of clients. Behind him stood, in no particular arrangement, the ranch hand studs who would be servicing the client’s needs for the next week.<br><br>Once the ladies had departed the bus and gathered up, Virgil smiled and spoke up so he could be heard, “Welcome to Matthews’ Royal Ranch, where we hope you will enjoy your stay and achieve your goals while with us. Everyone here at Matthews Royal Ranch would like to extend their warmest and most sincere thank you for selecting us for your impregnation needs. I know it might sound a bit cold hearted, but I assure you that every one of the gentlemen here behind my beautiful wife and I will strive to ensure that you enjoy every minute of it. We hope that your trip from the airport was comfortable. We do apologize for the… discretionary measures we took, but we felt that privacy was of the utmost importance for both you and us.”<br><br>He referred to the blacked out windows on the bus and the curtain that separated the clients from the driver during the nonstop two hour drive from the airport to the ranch. It wasn’t hard to track them down if you <em>really</em> wanted to find them, but they didn’t want to give anyone a play by play of how to get to the front gate.<br><br>“Now that you are here there are a few more things that we need to get out of the way before we can release you into the tender care of our studs. Most of you have already faxed or e-mailed in your non-disclosure agreement forms, those of you who haven’t will need to get that signed before going any further. Once all the remaining paperwork has been received, you all will be taken to the clinic where our resident doctor will give you all an exam. She will be checking not only your health but also to see if you are ovulating yet or not. She will also give each of you a seven day prescription of a fertility drug to aide in conception. If she clears you, then you’ll be assigned to one of these eager gentlemen who will give you the guided tour as well as show you where you’ll be staying.”<br><br>“Now many of you are wondering that all important question of ‘Which men are safe to bed?’ Our answer is all of them. All of our male employees are certifiably clean of any STD, though if you want the best possible chance of success you’ll stay primarily with men who are wearing green wristbands. And yes, that includes me.” Laughed Virgil as he held up his right arm to show the decorative green leather bracer both to show that&nbsp; he was available as a stud, but also to show them what the bracelet looked like.<br><br>“Now I’m going to open up the floor for any questions anyone has before turning things over to my beautiful wife, Danica.” said Virgil as he surveyed the mix of ladies. He noted a mix of ethnicities and body shapes. Some had specific requests for the ethnicity of their potential father but most didn’t care and just wanted a child.<br><br>[OOC: Please keep in mind that their website has an extensive FAQ page that answers a vast majority of the questions most might have. Though you’re still welcome to ask questions if you like. But this event is to get everyone a chance to introduce their characters and get into the groove. The paperwork and clinic time can be skimmed over if you don’t want to go indepth.]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiric Rand</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 02:02:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/dd/06/b2/dd06b2e69910baed46604db4e305d191.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alec<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Awaiting orders<br><br><hr><br>Alec stood in the barn, lined up with the other hands that worked the ranch, as well as provided services to the clientele. He hoped that this little meeting wouldn’t take long; there was work to be done around the ranch to make sure it ran smoothly for another day. He hadn’t exactly been on board right away to be used as a stud for the owners little side venture, but slowly they talked him into it with one little catch, his first duty was to tend to the ranch. It was what he was used to doing, and it just happened to be what he enjoyed doing as well. It just so happened that he was picked for the first week of rotation, so here he was, standing with his arms behind his back, almost like a military at ease position as he listened to the owner talk.<br><br>At the mention of the armband Alec looked down at his own. How had he been talked into doing this? He was a ranch hand, spending most his life on a sheep ranch and now this. He shook his head, not like he was really complaining when it came down to it. He got to spend time in the company of beautiful women every couple of weeks, though it usually meant he was going to have to have some serious recovery time. Something about his voice, he had found it drove the women that visited wild.<br><br>So for now he would remain silent, until he was told to talk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 02:37:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/85a3ec8a48c990a52d70834e3a11e985/tumblr_nc24lbei2c1rk32iko1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Silent greetings.<br><br><hr><br>The arrival of the bus had caught him off-guard, in the midst of cleaning out the horse stalls, which meant he was shirtless and his hair was dripping slightly from the quick rinse he'd been forced to take in one of the rain buckets on the exterior wall of the barn.&nbsp; It beat greeting the clients still sweaty and flecked with straw, he supposed, but not by much.&nbsp; As the ladies debarked and walked inside, he ran one hand back through his hair to smooth it out of his face, and try to tame the slight curl that always sprang up when it was damp.<br><br>As Virgil went through the welcoming spiel, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his faded, well-worn jeans, the knees threadbare and revealing the inked skin underneath.&nbsp; A slight smile touched his mouth as he let his golden-green gaze settle briefly on each woman's face, head canting with a kind of boyish appeal.&nbsp; His own wrist sported a green band, like Virgil's, but he restrained the urge to let himself thoroughly enjoy the sight of the array of beauties before him.&nbsp; There was time enough for that later, for now he was looking forward to lunch and possibly getting to know a little something about each of the women.&nbsp; If they wanted to share, of course.&nbsp; It was hardly his place to ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 03:11:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Barn<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ---, possibly Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Watching the arrival<br><br><hr><br>Adriana was in the loft above the barn when she heard the bus pull up. Technically, she was supposed to be doing an inventory on some of the fall supplies for the horses, but in reality she had been sort of spying on Randall. She didn't know him particularly well, and hadn't played with him at all, but she did like admiring that carved face of his. The tattoos were maybe a little over the top, but she'd gotten used to them as he spent so much time working shirtless over the summer. <br><br>In a way, she felt she had a bit of a kindred spirit with the man, with both of them having gone through a fairly dreadful break-up, but she had never shared that with the younger man. But, with all the eye candy around here, she had decided it didn't matter. She could sit back and admire. Then the bus had arrived, and Randall was rushing out of the stable to stand in line with the other hands. She stifled a quiet laugh and got back to work, though positioned herself conveniently near the loft storage door, left open during the summer for ventilation. From here she could see her old friend Virgil giving the welcome speech, and the line of studs standing behind him. She wasn't interested particularly in the lady clients, and honestly tried not to be jealous of them. They were here for something she could never have. Still, it was very enjoyable seeing all the men lined up like that. It was better than a firemen calendar. <br><br>Finally, she got her butt in gear and finished the inventory, before climbing down from the loft and checking on the horses. She had very little to do with the other side of the ranch business, other than occasionally playing with the studs. Sometimes when clients would visit she would offer to introduce them to a bit of horsemanship, or sometimes clients had fantasies involving being swept off on horseback, and she trained horses who wouldn't panic with new, inexperienced riders on their backs. Her main job was looking after the ranch horses and any boarded horses, and doing grooming and training. Danica and Virgil gave her a place to stay on the ranch, and a relatively small paycheck since she was paid in room and board, and she was happy with the safe, comfortable arrangement. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 03:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.melty.fr/pmedia-2751625-ajust_640-f1434460471/ancien-rugbyman-ca-se-voit.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Matthew<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Awaiting orders<br><br>Matt stood in the barn as he watched as the ladies arrived on the bus, and to be honest he was a little excited with this venture of Dani and Virgil's. They gave him a new lease of life and he was quite grateful to the couple. Hard work in the ranch which he truly enjoyed, and the chance to spend some time with women who wanted kids of their own... what could be better than this?<br><br>He chuckled silently as Virgil mentioned the armband and he could see his own was green as well. He then listened to Virgil speak and wondered if any of the ladies present had any questions for his employers, though he noticed that Randall was enjoying the sights of the women before him. It wasn't hard to see why, seeing that these women were all gorgeous. Which one would be interested to pair up with him he did not know, but he hoped that she would have a good time with him on the ranch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 19:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/24/c9/a224c9ad13a065259fa1c11faf9c8da4.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lizbeth Duval (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785535#msg11785535)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Client<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nerves...<br><br><hr><br>Ever since stepping on the bus, Lizbeth had been having doubts.&nbsp; She blamed the butterflies who seemed to be having a wild rave in her stomach, which was making her feel mildly nauseated.&nbsp; Suddenly, what she was doing, seemed <em>real</em> and it was fairly terrifying.&nbsp; She was going to be vacationing on a ranch, which in and of its self was a huge departure for her, she'd never even been <em>around</em> a horse before, let alone ridden one.&nbsp; But, on top of that, she was going to be sleeping with strange men in a deliberate attempt to get pregnant.&nbsp; <em>Am I out of my mind here?&nbsp; Did losing Rebecca just send me straight off the deep end?&nbsp; Oh...god...</em>&nbsp; She closed her eyes and took deep breaths on the trip to the ranch, trying to calm herself down and remind herself of why she was doing this in the first place.&nbsp; <em>This is important.&nbsp; You're just letting your nerves get the better of you.</em><br><br>When the bus came to a stop and they debarked, she felt somewhat more calm, thankfully, though the quick glimpse of the grounds that she got on her way from the bus to the barn increased her stress a bit.&nbsp; This was the country.&nbsp; Like, cold beers, pickup trucks, banjos and pitchforks country.&nbsp; She was a city girl, through and through, and she was pretty certain that they'd be able to tell right off.&nbsp; Hell, she hadn't even owned any suitable clothing until after she'd arranged the trip.&nbsp; All the stuff she'd bought from L.L. Bean was now neatly packed away in her suitcases with the tags still on it.<br><br>As she joined the other women in the barn, she absently twirled the end of her ponytail between the fingers of her right hand, unaware of what she was doing.&nbsp; There was a reason she never played poker.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered over the line-up of attractive men, feeling her already-thudding heart skip a beat.&nbsp; <em>Well, at least sleeping with them won't be a chore.&nbsp; How do you even find this many men who look this good?</em>&nbsp; Her gaze trailed back to Virgil when he completed his speech and held up his arm, her teeth catching her lower lip with surprise as she realized the co-owner was also a potential partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DizzyIsabella</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 20:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8a/e8/2a/8ae82a34f87e8e7cf13fb8a67122f61d.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lexi<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> New Arrival<br><strong> Time</strong>: Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Stiff, Oggling<br><br>As Lexi stepped off the bus, she rolled her shoulders, slender fingers reaching up behind her neck to rub at the knot which had formed there over the journey. There was only one word to describe bus journeys for Lexi; horrendous. She'd never been a fan of confined spaces, and despite the bus being luxurious and spacious, the blacked out windows had caused Lexi's claustrophobia to protest, leaving her overheated and frustrated, and not in the good way. She brushed fingertips through the crown of her hair, pushing it off her forehead, her eyes closing in appreciation at the fresh air that was now flowing into her lungs. <br><br>She'd bounced around inner-city New York foster homes for most of her childhood, but with the blessing of "Farms for City kids", a charity that allowed Foster kids to filter the smog out of their lungs every once in a while, she'd spent most of her summers on various farms and ranches around the bordering states, leaving her love for fresh air and horses coursing through her veins. <br><br>She relaxed a little at the wide open space around her, her eyes searching around them as the participants lined up inside the barn, hay particles tickling at her nose. Her annoyance at being so overheated, despite wearing a pair of jean shorts and a loose flowing tank top, disapparated a little once her eyes fell on the studs that were now lined up infront of them, a small drip of sweat leaving a shimmering trail down over the hollow of her throat. To say she was drinking in the heavenly vision infront of her was an understatement, she didn't hide the fact that her eyes were trailing up and down their bodies, she wasn't shy in the least. She listened to Virgil's words, and as he mentioned green wristbands, she sought out each wrist with one on, her eyes meeting each stud's, a slightly flirting smile, which caused blue eyes to sparkle, curled over her lips. <br><br>She was definitely going to enjoy it here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 21:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/GeekGirl2_zpsa10ea74f.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zoe<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Guest<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Questioning<br><br>To say that Zoe had enjoyed the bus ride was a massive understatement on par with saying that EarthBound was 'just okay'. Despite her wealth, she didn't travel in luxury very often. Even the frequent convention flights she took were mostly coach - business class at best if she really felt the need to get work done. Hell, the reason she had wealth at all was because she'd saved it. She might've been some dumb internet C-Grade celeb, but she wasn't a total idiot. There was no way she was going to run her funds dry buying frivolous shit and then have to go and get some job flipping burgers or something. Fuck that noise. All of it. In the ear. So the bus had been quite a nice bit of comfort for her. She'd rode with her laptop and done some serious gaming. It was almost all over in a flash. Now she was here.<br><br><strong>Fuck.</strong><br><br>Zoe, you stupid hormonal idiot. Why did you go and book this? She was nervous as hell. <em>Buck up, god dammit</em>, she said to herself. It was just like when she started her career. A bundle of nerves. She played through it with a joke and a smile. That's all she had to do now. <br><br>Once she re-gained focus, she heard something about a visit to the doctor and assigned partners. Yeah, she couldn't blame the place for wanting them to get checked out, it sounded like a sane, safe preca- wait, what? Assigned partners. Zoe's hand went up. <em>"Hi, yeah, hey. Long time listener, first time caller. Did you just say assigned partners? Right? I mean, uh, I'm kind of picky. I mean, that's why I went all out to be here, y'know?"</em> she asked, looking between herself and the other visitors for some kind of confirmation that she wasn't alone on this, <em>"I kind of thought I'd at least get to pick the guy who's going to blow in my cartridge, if you get me."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 21:59:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://spicy.southdreamz.com/cache/the-hottest-swimsuit-models/sandra-valencia/famous-fashion-model-sandra-valencia-beautiful-photo-188_650.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Danica Matthews<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Boss Lady<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Watching<br>Standing in the middle of the barn in four inch heels looking far more "executive" than "ranch", Danica could have seemed somewhat out of place. However, there was a comfort level about the woman that somehow eased the sharpness of her appearance and allowed her to seem right at home amongst the staff despite the starched shirt or lack of dirt or sweat on her. She hadn't started out that way given she'd spent the first half of her life between the beach and the big city, but she'd adjusted to the pace and feel of Wyoming after a time and now could pitch in around the ranch when needed--though obviously not in the heels. <br><br>Today though her duties were far more business oriented so the heels stayed as she watched the newly arrived clients stream off of the bus. She was aware of the studs standing in various states of dress and dishevelment on their side but despite her particular nature when it came to her own presentations she had not implemented one among the studs when it came to meeting the ladies. For one, this was an actual ranch and the studs did actual work, it was impractical to halt everything and have them sitting around looking all pretty. Plus, well, she knew how they tended to look and if a woman could get off that bus and not be at least a little moved by the sight of all the men there just for them just because they weren't in three piece suits then this simply wasn't the place for them. As it was, looking over each of the women that stood before them, Danica did not see anything that immediately set off a warning. In times past there had been instances where Danica had ushered someone right back onto the bus, or even after a day or two. She had absolutely no qualms about sending people home if needed and would happily pay the airfare just to avoid issues. <br><br>Nerves she saw, flirty little looks she saw, and even some outright indecision was noticed. However, none of that was cause for concern. Listening to her husband run through the usual spiel she only stood there and watched, perfectly content to let him handle the introduction while she admittedly went through and mentally matched faces to the information she'd already received from each of the women. There were a couple who had caught her interest in particular and well... she knew she'd be sure and steer her husband toward them when the time came. <br><br>Danica had just about figured that things would go rather routinely when one of the women opted to speak up instead of waiting to quietly ask her or Virgil questions during their intake process. Despite her sober demeanor her mouth quirked in amusement, her lips rolling under to hold back actual laughter. <em>Blow in her cartridge?!</em> Dios Mio. Oh yes, she was looking forward to letting Virgil field that one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>05-11-2015, 23:44:36</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Virgil<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Partner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Answering Questions<br><br>Virgil smiled warmly, this was almost always one of the first questions to come up, if not the first question. The second was usually if he really was available as a Stud with the third usually being that his wife really didn't care too much.<br><br>“Ms. Archer, correct? The first male is always assigned to a client unless a guest has specific requirements. Your assigned stud will guide to your own rooms where you can stow your belongings and catch some rest if you like or do whatever you wish. He can then give you the guided tour. Each of these gentlemen is aware of what areas our guests are not permitted to enter and they will point them out. They are few and far between though I assure you. After that, you're welcome to find anyone to 'blow in your cartridge' as it were. Though I assure you, these gentlemen will be blowing more than hot air.”<br><br>“Another question I'll answer before it becomes asked. Yes, I am available if any of you lovely ladies would like a romp in the hay. My lovely wife not only accepts it, she encourages it. And if you doubt that notion, she'll be more than willing to join me with whomever has those doubts.” said Virgil warmly.<br><br>There&nbsp; was another lady near the back who raised her hand and asked, “So are we going to be able to ride the horses and stuff?”<br><br>Virgil nodded. “Indeed you can. Ms. Valkov, the resident veterinarian gives riding courses when there is nothing more pressing to do. Which raises the next point. Ladies this is still a functioning ranch and while these gentlemen have had a majority of their duties offloaded onto others, they still have duties to perform around the ranch. So while our gentlemen will not become controlling or obsessive over you, so too do we ask that you do not become controlling and obsessive over our studs.”<br><br>Another hand, “The site said that you would be accommodating of our fetishes and kinks, correct?”<br><br>“To within reason. We reserve the right to refuse depending on the fetish and kinks in question. What one stud might refuse another might enjoy, though we refuse anything that would permanently harm you, the stud in question, any of our staff or property, including the animals.” said Virgil calmly. “We have a small outlying building that's been converted into a bondage theater for play and for viewing if that is your pleasure. That being said, the entire ranch is your playground baring restricted areas, so if you'd like to make like bunnies under the sun or by the pool, or have a midnight rendevous, feel free. All we ask is that you be considerate of others."<br><br>"We will not tell you that you need to do this or that. Not every load a man gives you has to go in the oven as it were. If you have questions feel free to refer to your guidebooks in your rooms or ask one of the staff. If they don't know they will direct you to me or to my beautiful wife. On a side note, in about two hours our cooks will be preparing a buffet styled barbeque. You are all invited to mingle and get to know each other as well as the gentlemen you'll be enjoying the company of. Though we'll understand if you're otherwise.... preoccupied."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 05:20:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://unitedagents.co.uk/sites/default/files/wallisA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Evangeline "Eva" Hargrove<br><strong>Occupation:</strong>&nbsp; Guest (Television Writer)<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; August 31st, before lunch<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong>&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; Thinking.<br><br><hr><br><em>Am I doing the right thing?</em><br><br>It was a question that had been upon her mind ever since she had said 'yes' to the proposal.&nbsp; After all of the talk, all of the back and forth...&nbsp; The uncomfortable truths each other faced...&nbsp; The harsh realities they had come to terms with...&nbsp; Evangeline had finally given in to her husband's idea.&nbsp; <br><br>She never stopped questioning her choice.&nbsp; Was she doing the right thing?&nbsp; Could she bring herself to go through with such a thing?&nbsp; <br><br>When Thomas had suggested it, Eva's first instinct was to laugh.&nbsp; It sounded absurdly hilarious, some sort of tale that was odd and beyond belief.&nbsp; He couldn't have been serious, she had thought.&nbsp; But he was serious, and firm in his convictions that this place, this Ranch, would be the best solution.&nbsp; She hadn't wanted to believe him at first.&nbsp; She had to think he was playing some game, some unamusing game given their repeated failed efforts.&nbsp; A chance to have a child of their own...&nbsp; Even if he wasn't the father...&nbsp; Confidential, trusted, with no worries and no questions waiting for them.<br><br>She had agreed in the end, agreed with difficulty.&nbsp; But the questioning did not stop.&nbsp; If anything, the questioning and pit in her stomach of doubt only intensified as she packed her things, as she took that flight, and journeyed in the luxury bus waiting to take she, and the other attendees away.&nbsp; Was she doing the right thing?&nbsp; <br><br>No mess.&nbsp; No hassle.<br><br>No running the risk of choosing some unknown, unvetted stranger.<br><br>No chancing their issues and marital problems getting out and in the open by asking a friend.<br><br>No more strenuous rounds of testing and fertilization that yielded no results.&nbsp; <br><br>On the surface, it was the right thing.&nbsp; For both of their collective sanity, at the very least.&nbsp; It was a solution to all of the questions and troubles they had, a sure-fire way to escape the difficult questions and obstacles they faced and worried about in their quest to add another to their family.&nbsp; She knew that.&nbsp; But it still did nothing to quell the little questions that popped into her head, did nothing to deflate the balloon of nerves and anxiety that bubbled up within her.<br><br>She needed to relax.&nbsp; Evangeline knew that.&nbsp; It would do no good to go into such a place, with such a goal and intention in mind, being such a ball of nerves.&nbsp; She had told others, family and friends and coworkers, that she was supposed to be taking a little vacation, a getaway to relax and unwind.&nbsp; That was how she had to approach it.&nbsp; A vacation, with carte blanche to do whatever she desired.<br><br>When the bus came to a stop, and the doors opened to allowed she and the other attendees to disembark, Eva did so quietly.&nbsp; In some ways she felt like it was the first day of going to work in a new place, surrounded by strangers, engulfed by the great unknown that was the atmosphere around her.&nbsp; One step at a time, she told herself, as she followed the other attendees into the barn where the presentation and greeting ceremony would begin.<br><br>Eva stood in the blend of the crowd as the owner, the man introduced as Virgil began to speak and explain everything that needed to be said and explained.&nbsp; Only vaguely did she listen, her mind occupied with the sight of the so called Studs that had been brought out.&nbsp; Her eyes looked over them over the heads of the other women in attendance, her cheeks reddening with a shade of embarrassment.&nbsp; How could she not, seeing who these men were supposed to be, knowing what these men were there for, and what they were on the Ranch. <br><br>They were handsome, to say the least.&nbsp; Each and every one of them attractive.&nbsp; A collection of men that any woman would have dreamed of being with, the objects of so many fantasies.&nbsp; There was no denying the attraction she felt towards some of them, the rising flush of heat and blood that purred through her veins.&nbsp; She couldn't bring her eyes up to meet some of the glances of them, bashfully looking away.&nbsp; <br><br><em>God, did I need a drink...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>06-11-2015, 14:11:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://stonersrule.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/joemanjellomagicmen1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Adrian Morietti<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Pre-lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Barn<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Awaiting Orders<br><hr><br><em>Crack</em><br><br>"Ah that felt nice." Adrian rolled his neck slowly from side to side to work out the kinks that welled up within. As he finished up, he looked to the side to see the clientele arriving to this venture of a farm. Virgil, the head male of the pack and owner of the ranch, introduced the farm to them once they safely got off and mentioned a few key important factoids about the farm. Adrian raised his right arm and scratched the side of his neck, which revealed the green wristband on his arm. As Virgil continued talking and answering questions, Adrian couldn't help but feel the bubbling excitement from this batch of clients today. Surveying the ladies, Adrian picked up a few things that caught his interest. One was nervous, anxious, and trying to calm herself down. Honestly that's a pretty natural reaction.<br><br>One female was checking out the "merch" and Adrian swore he almost locked eyes with her when he was looking at her. "Blow in my cartridge? Classy." Adrian whispered to himself. Another one he noticed was looking around anxiously, trying to relax. This one, however, didn't seem as nervous as the one he watched earlier. Well they are all here to meet their baby daddy, not the usual everyday situation. It was Adrian's and the rest of the stud's job to make them happy throughout the process. Especially towards the best part. As luck would have it, this batch was all gorgeous.<br><br>Lowering his right hand and grabbing the brown cowboy hat that hung from a hook next to him, Adrian placed it on his head and adjusted to where it fitted perfectly. He liked the hat, figuring that it fitted perfectly with the setting. Plus it kept the sun out when he was working on something as a ranch hand. Hell, it at least stayed on his head when he did work. It also gave him that Bon Jovi "Dead or Alive" feel to him when he wore it. Maybe it was his age or it was his sense of fashion, but Adrian figured it looked good on him.<br><br>For a Ranch Stud at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 02:49:10</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Virgil<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Partner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn outside the cafe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome to the Ranch Barbecue<br><br>It was the time for the barbecue set out to welcome all the guests to the ranch. He sat at one of the tables with his wife sitting across his lap. To anyone with eyes, it was obvious that they were still madly in love with one another as they laughed and teased one another quietly. In the time since they had all been greeted in the Barn, Danica had changed into a loose skirt and a blouse that simultaneously hid everything that needed hiding yet managed to show off her body. The reason for this had been because while the new clients were making their way through the clinic and getting all of their paperwork finalized, Danica had been teasing him mercilessly.<br><br>The big one she liked using was pressing her firm fertile body up against him as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, <em>'I can't wait to have that big hard cock of yours fill me with your cum and make me pregnant with your baby.</em> followed by a careful squeeze of his crotch before sauntering off. She had made sure to do it just when he was needed so he couldn't focus on giving her just that.<br><br>Finally after everyone had been taken up by their respective escorts, Virgil had cornered Danica in her office for a very vigorous fucking that moved her heavy wooden desk. There was no other way to describe it. There hadn't been anything subtle or gentle about it, but they'd both enjoyed themselves immensely. Unfortunately, he'd popped a few buttons on her blouse and ruined the hose she had been wearing, so she had to retire to their home and change for Lunch.<br><br>Holding his wife, as they chatted he waited for everyone to arrive. Some of the studs from other rotations had already arrived. Some looking like they had showered just before coming over and a few looked like they had just gotten in from the fields.<br><br>As people started to arrive, he gently moved Danica off his lap before giving her a not so subtle swat on her butt before moving to greet the first guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 04:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> BBQ/Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ---, Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Eating, watching clients, looking for/talking to Randall<br><br><hr><br>Adriana listened to the rest of the greeting process, rolling her eyes slightly at the woman who asked about the horses. She really needed to talk to Virgil about that, after all, she could give lessons until doomsday, that didn't mean a person could actually ride a horse.<br><br>Dammit. She was being bitchy again. This almost always happened to her on arrival day. It was a side effect of her jealousy towards these women, that she tried to quell, but the emotion still managed to rear its ugly head. She really just needed to stay the hell away on arrival days, be on another part of the ranch entirely. But as she listened, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. All of the ranch staff got the names and pairings of the clients and studs for the introduction, to help with questions and stay out of the way. To her surprise, one of this weeks studs had been assigned to look after her. <br><br>Maybe her old friend had realized how painful these days were for her. <br><br>Feeling thoughtful, Adriana finished her work in the stables and went back to her rooms for a while to relax before the welcoming barbecue. After all, she didn't need Randall showing her around the ranch; she could talk to him at the barbecue later. She showered and changed from her more utilitarian work pants and shirt to shorts, sandals, and loose blouse. She did wear a lanyard with a badge marking her as ranch staff though, with her name and title on it so the clients would know she wasn't one of them, but a staff member. Well, of course she wasn't one of them, having not come on the bus, but still. <br><br>Once it was almost time for lunch, she walked down to the lawn and patio that was used for these sort of events in warm weather, and took a seat, playing on her phone. She waved at Danica and Virgil as she sat, but they were focused on each other and she didn't feel the need to interrupt. It was sweet, seeing her old friends so happy, but it hurt sometimes too, remembering what she'd had with Markus. Some of the off-cycle studs were milling around too, although she wasn't in the mood to socialize. So she focused on her phone game, and waited for guests to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-11-2015, 05:02:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/ec2f51870909a7da502cd8c50a071d16/tumblr_njb4cz9iFJ1s22fb3o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunchtime, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Off-key singing and Gerber daisies...<br><br><hr><br>After the assembly had broken apart, and he'd been advised that his first day would be spent with Adriana, he'd returned to the task he'd been busy at before the bus arrived.&nbsp; He knew Adri didn't need the guided tour, and she'd understand his desire to finish up his duties before he was expected to join the others at lunch.&nbsp; As he worked, he hummed softly to himself, some old song his mother had once sung with him whenever they'd done chores together.&nbsp; The song had always seemed to make the time pass faster, especially when she made it a game to come up with new, silly lyrics about whatever they were doing.&nbsp; A faint smile flitted across his lips as he whispered a few words to himself, well aware that belting it out would not only spook the horses, but disturb their guests.&nbsp; He was gifted in many ways, but pitch wasn't one of them.<br><br>"The horses in the stalls, the horses in the stalls.&nbsp; Hi-ho, the derry o', the horses in their stalls.&nbsp; The stud rakes the hay, the stud rakes the hay.&nbsp; Hi-ho, the derry o', the stud rakes the hay..."&nbsp; A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest as he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow with his forearm, leaning on the handle of the pitchfork and peering around at the freshly cleaned stalls and neatly laid hay.&nbsp; It would need doing again soon, but that didn't make the work less rewarding.&nbsp; In fact, with the smell of fresh hay and horseflesh in his nose, the sight of the sunlight streaming through the wooden beams and glowing amidst the cool shadows, and the feeling of honest vitality born of hard work flooding his muscles, he was pretty sure he was as close to heaven as he'd ever want to be.<br><br><hr><br>After finishing up in the barn, he'd returned to his room for a long shower before getting ready for lunch.&nbsp; As if to make up for his poor showing at the initial client meeting, he'd chosen a crisp, white shirt, his best pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black, blunt-toe cowboy boots to wear to the barbecue.&nbsp; It was definitely somewhat dressier attire than he'd typically wear on the ranch, but the first lunch with new clients was a special occasion and he wouldn't be doing any conventional manual labor during the event.<br><br>After a final, quick check in the mirror, he took a moment to select a single, white Gerber daisy from a bouquet of fresh flowers on his bedside table, then headed out to walk across the ranch to the cafe.&nbsp; He nodded and smiled to the other hands as he made a beeline for Adriana, running his free hand back through his hair as he got closer and took the chance to watch her momentarily.&nbsp; The smile grew as he noted her concentration on her phone, and then stepped in closer to murmur softly,<br><br>"If you'd rather be alone, Adri, just tell me."<br><br>The cadence of his accent enhanced the slight teasing tone he lent the words, even as he offered forth the daisy and grinned down at her.&nbsp; The subtle scent of his lime and cedar cologne rose from his skin, underlain with the smell of leather, horses and hay that no amount of showering could ever truly eliminate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 03:13:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5d7100e3341a56be56c5a9408516a19f/tumblr_noe6d2wQIv1rmvj10o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lizbeth Duval (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785535#msg11785535)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Client (Librarian)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil, Danica, (Mentioned): Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>Following the tour, Lizbeth had found her room and unpacked, taking the time to let herself really work through all of the big, messy emotions that had welled up in her the moment she'd stepped on the bus.&nbsp; The leisurely walk around the grounds and friendly, but not too friendly, manner with which Virgil had treated her had already gone quite far toward quelling her reservations.&nbsp; There wouldn't be any pressure here, she realized, no expectations laid on her.&nbsp; She could do what she wanted, when she wanted, or not do anything at all, and no one would judge her for it.&nbsp; The idea was wonderfully freeing.<br><br>After unpacking her things, she'd taken a long, luxurious bubble bath in her room's on suite bathroom, reveling in the spacious tub and letting her silky, deliciously scented bath oils soak into her skin.&nbsp; She was grateful for the time they were given before lunch, and took her time with the indulgent grooming routine that always managed to soothe her stress and leave her brimming with confidence.&nbsp; Wrapped in a surprisingly thick, soft towel, she had examined her newly-purchased wardrobe and selected a pair of denim shorts, a printed peasant top and a pair of cute, black wedge sandals that showed off the pedicure she'd gotten before leaving the city.&nbsp; Another forty-five minutes or so for hair and make-up, both toned down to suit the casual environment and style of her ensemble, and she was walking out of her room feeling a million times better than she had that morning.<br><br><hr><br>The walk across the ranch to the cafe, led by the mouth-watering scent of barbecued meat, brought a smile to her lips.&nbsp; <em>You deserve this, Lizbeth.&nbsp; After the hell you've been through, just be open to having fun without pressure or condemnation.</em>&nbsp; Nodding a bit to herself, she cast her gaze over those who had already gathered, enjoying the view of all the attractive men working to make sure lunch went off without a hitch.&nbsp; Her eyes, inevitably, found and lingered on Virgil, and his wife, watching them flirt with a little curl at the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; It was clear the man was madly in love, and the feeling was entirely mutual.&nbsp; In some ways, that made her feel even better about having him be her escort for the time being, since it was clear Danica was in full support of the situation.&nbsp; It was almost like having training wheels for the situation, a guarantee that things would only go so far and no further.&nbsp; Plus, it helped that Danica was a beautiful woman.<br><br>A faint blush rose in her cheeks as she drew her gaze away forcefully, peering off into the distance at the natural beauty of the horizon.&nbsp; <em>Well, when you decide to let go, you really go there, don't you?&nbsp; First you're thinking of bolting without even having sex with <strong>one</strong> person, and now you're imagining a threesome?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 18:55:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Ranch Veterinarian<br><strong>Time:</strong> BBQ/Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Randall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Eating, watching clients, looking for/talking to Randall<br><br><hr><br>Adriana about jumped out of her skin when she heard Randall's distinctive voice beside her ear, and looked down in surprise at the flower, then up in to his twinkling dark eyes. <em>Oh my,</em> she thought to herself. This one was a charmer. And he'd used her nickname, rather spontaneously, and the only one who did that any more was Virgil, on occasion. The last person to use it so casually had been Markus. She accepted the flower with a blush mounting on her cheeks, suddenly feeling rather young and silly, and hid her eyes in a show of smelling the delicate white petals. <br><br>"Ah, it's alright, actually. As much as I might try to deny it, some company might do me good." The veterinarian smiled up at 'her' stud after taking a deep breath and kicking herself mentally. She needed to relax. Ignore the other women, have some fun, and just get through the day without stressing her way right in to a migraine. As Adriana lowered the flower from her nose then reached up to tuck it in to her hair beside her ear, she caught another sent on the breeze, cedar cologne and stables. The scent relaxed her even further, and she was able to do a decent lookover on her companion for the first time. Well, damn, did the man clean up nice. He was a treat with his shirt off to be sure, but the blue jeans and button-down look was good on him as well. She grinned and slid out from her seat, reaching up one hand to casually finger the top button of his shirt. "Maybe consider undoing one more of those?" she said, teasing him. "This <em>is</em> a barbecue, after all."<br><br>Still, despite her light-hearted attempt, Adriana found herself looking around the steadily growing crowd of people, and couldn't summon her appetite. She didn't want to be here. She sort of had to be, as a staff member like the studs, but she didn't want to be. Perhaps she could convince Randall to take her on a 'tour' after the barbecue after all, just as an excuse to get away, if nothing else. She was done with her work for the day, and the on-cycle studs were expected to attend to clients first. There was nothing holding her back. "Listen, Randall, I know we have to be here to do the meet-and-greet for a while, but would you mind particularly getting out of here once everyone has showed up and we mingle for a bit? I just...really hate arrival days, and I'd like to get the hell out of dodge, for lack of a better term." She managed to keep her voice light, but the tension of the moment was clear in her eyes as she glanced over at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 21:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/ec2f51870909a7da502cd8c50a071d16/tumblr_njb4cz9iFJ1s22fb3o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunchtime, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adriana, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>He straightened once she took the flower, watching her tuck it into her hair with a slight smile, enjoying the way the bright petals set off the fiery color.&nbsp; His head bent so he could peer down at the fingers toying with the button on his shirt, causing a soft chuckle to rise in his throat.&nbsp; "You can't fool me, Adri.&nbsp; You just want me to show more skin.&nbsp; I'm just a piece of meat to you, aren't I?"&nbsp; Randall's eyes glittered in amusement even as he feigned indignation with a slight pout and a huffy tone.&nbsp; Still, his hands rose, fingers lightly grazing her hand as he slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, revealing the lotus at his throat and the hollow between his collarbones.<br><br>He cocked his head slightly as she continued, nodding even before she'd finished and reaching to brush his knuckles softly along the curve of her jaw as his smile reappears.&nbsp; "Of course.&nbsp; I'm sure Virgil and Danica won't mind if we slip away once the party is underway.&nbsp; How about this?&nbsp; We'll grab one of the picnic baskets and pick what we want here, pack it up and find a nice, private spot where we can have our lunch.&nbsp; I imagine Virgil knew you wouldn't be too keen on hanging around today, and that's why he set you up with an escort.&nbsp; Lucky for me, I got the honor.&nbsp; Remind me to thank him for that later, would you?"&nbsp; He winked and turned, offering her his arm as he glanced around at the guests and those cooking the food.<br><br>"So...what are you in the mood for?&nbsp; Beer and burgers?&nbsp; Or, do you want to filch a bottle of champagne and a couple of steaks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 15:07:00</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Virgil<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Partner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn outside the cafe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lizbeth, Danica, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome to the Ranch Barbecue<br><br>As Lizbeth arrived, he stepped over and wrapped one arm calmly around her waist as he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. He had long since learned to take baby steps with residents unless they showed they were ready sooner. While most were decidedly unsure about what exactly they were doing and why they were here, having second thoughts and all that. There were those odd clients who made no compunctions about what they wanted and where.<br><br>“Welcome, Lizbeth. I trust that your quarters are comfortable enough and your bath was relaxing.” stated Virgil as he guided her over to the table at which his wife sat taking in the area itself, keeping an eye on everything to make sure she wasn't needed elsewhere. He did see her shift her gaze to him and Lizbeth more than once.<br><br>His relationship was one many men would kill for. Until they realized it wasn't completely about the sex. Sure, he got to enjoy many different ladies, sometimes those moments even included his wife. But she owned his heart. If he had to choose between Danica and the hottest runway model or pornstar, he'd choose Danica hands down without a thought. And he had no doubt that she felt the same about him. It was the only way this arrangement could work.<br><br>He was also the only stud on the farm that would not stay the night with a client. Oh he could catch a cat nap, enjoy some pillow talk, but at the end of the day, he slept with Danica. There had only ever been one exception to that. And he had learned of it by accident when he'd accidentally broken the rule when he passed out in Adriana's bed and slept until nearly dawn.<br><br>Inviting Lizbeth to sit, he gathered her long brown hair and shifted it over her left shoulder so he could massage her neck and shoulders. He was very good at it, having gone to school for massage therapy, but his own plans had been derailed when his parents had died. He started with the neck, working the muscles to either side of her spine, moving up until he was at the base of her skull before he started moving back down. He made sure that his hands stayed strictly on her shoulders and neck. He made no overtures towards her breasts.<br><br>“So, what brings you to our establishment Lizbeth, besides the obvious. Everyone has their own story to tell and sometimes it helps to tell it. You don't have to tell us anything if you don't like, but getting to know my clients helps.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 19:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://spicy.southdreamz.com/cache/the-hottest-swimsuit-models/sandra-valencia/famous-fashion-model-sandra-valencia-beautiful-photo-188_650.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Danica Matthews<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Boss Lady<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil, Lizbeth, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br><br>Gone was the crisp and cool presentation she'd made earlier. Instead of a stiffly pressed blouse and heels Danica now had on a pair of brown boots that complemented her flirty little blouse and skirt combo and the initially watchful position she'd taken up had eased into something visibly softer. After the initial welcome, Danica had made herself busy overseeing the full intake process and making sure that each of the clients had what they needed to get started enjoying their stay. She'd also kept an eye out for any overt warning flags but it seemed their current roster was good to go. A blessing really. There were any number of things that could potentially cause trouble for the ranch but she went through great lengths to make sure they'd done their research, remained aware, and took the proper preventative measures to ensure their continued success. Unfortunately, while they might have had plenty of ranch hands around to handle the more physical work, most of the admin work was handled by herself and an assistant which meant she always had plenty to do, today included. Yet none of that was why she was now dressed in an entirely different and far more casual outfit. <br><br>Or why she couldn't quite seem to suppress the slightly goofy smile that was ruining her usually cool demeanor. <br><br>Watching Virgil move to greet the guests trickling into the barbecue following the swat he'd given her, she decided it could be seen as a bit of an <em>occupational hazard</em>. The destruction of her clothing that was. Between him and even a few of the studs that liked to play rough, Danica went through an absurd amount of of underwear, hose, and buttons in particular. Not that she could truly complain. Her desk was heavy enough that she couldn't budge it a damn inch without help but it was definitely in a new spot now not to mention the few lingering aches of a job well done.<br><br>Licking her lips, she shifted, crossing her legs smoothly as she let the flashback pass. Blue-grey eyes moved from the ever pleasant view that was her husband to the guests that trickled in. Still smiling she waved at those who looked her way and even greeted a few of the more demonstrative staff members who came by to say hi or even drop a kiss on her cheek. <br><br>Finally, after issuing a stern command for one stud in particular to behave (because he liked that sort of thing) she looked back toward the entrance to find Virgil with his arm around the gorgeous client they'd selected for him to show around and something flared instantly in the depths of her gaze. It was a lovely picture they made, her husband tall dark and handsome with the deliciously curvy and altogether striking Lizbeth on his arm. Danica would have been lying if she said she didn't enjoy seeing it. Still, she had manners and the presence of mind not to stare or eye the woman like a piece of meat. <br><br>"Well hello there, Lizbeth. Glad you decided to join us!" Danica spoke up as the two approached where she was already seated, her tone warm and easy. Despite all she'd had to do behind the scenes and what was still waiting to be done, she was relaxed and let it show. Work would always be there, now it was lunch time and a chance for her to get to know one of the lovely faces here at the ranch just a little bit better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 05:46:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5d7100e3341a56be56c5a9408516a19f/tumblr_noe6d2wQIv1rmvj10o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lizbeth Duval (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785535#msg11785535)<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Client (Librarian)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil, Danica, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>A low, involuntary sound of pleasure rose in her throat as the scent of Virgil surrounded her and his arm settled around her waist.&nbsp; Her lashes lowered and she tilted her head for the kiss, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth as her skin warmed and a slight pang thrummed low in her abdomen.&nbsp; If it was a war between her foolish, nagging mind and her body, the battle had been lost the moment she found herself tucked neatly against Virgil's side.&nbsp; <em>No more silly fretting and pangs of guilt.&nbsp; You need this, girl, for more reason than one.</em>&nbsp; She relaxed slightly against her host as she allowed him to guide her over to his wife, then settled into the chair with a soft murmur of delight when his hands shifted her hair.&nbsp; Her gaze drifted to Danica, lips parting with a breathy sigh of relief as the rough, calloused hands worked so skillfully to melt the last vestiges of her tension from her neck and shoulders.<br><br>"My bath was amazing.&nbsp; I'm so glad there was enough time to enjoy it and still get ready.&nbsp; I'm not <em>too</em> late, am I?&nbsp; I've been known to spend hours just getting ready for things."&nbsp; She laughed softly and let her eyes drift closed as her head tilted forward, giving Virgil free rein on the bare, velvety skin revealed by her top.&nbsp; His question sparked a small flare of nerves in her breast, but the soothing motions of his fingers on her skin soon quelled it.&nbsp; "Mmm...My partner passed away almost a year ago, and I suppose coming here is a safe way of stepping back into the world.&nbsp; Plus, before she died, we'd been talking about having a child together...I suppose part of me wants to do what she didn't get the chance to do.&nbsp; Carry life, raise a child..."&nbsp; She licked her lips slowly and glanced over at Danica, one hand rising slightly to twirl a lock of silky brown hair around her index finger.<br><br>"Do you mind if I ask...do the two of you have children?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DizzyIsabella</strong> on <strong>18-11-2015, 19:31:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQccc2730I8zFcDWcv2oi7BaRYfXmDIu3jAI69BBqQr-TbVb5cb3Q)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lexi Burrows<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Participant<br><strong> Time</strong>: Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Content </strong>: -<br><br>Lexi was more than a little late to the Barbecue, everyone already seemed settled in their conversations, and she already noticed one or two people leaving. She'd normally feel really bad about being late, but the satisfied grin that wouldn't leave her face, and the satisfied thrumming throughout her bones, meant that the usually awkwardness she'd feel as she walked into somewhere once the part was already started, didn't rear it's head. She looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream, and she wasn't ashamed. <br><br>She'd showered and freshened up since the last time any of the other studs or clients had seen her. She'd been sheened with a little sweat, and looking a little dedraggled from the journey, but now she had fresh clothes on, her hair freshly washed, falling loose and naturally wavy around her shoulder. Her makeup wasn't a little smudged anymore, but she wore less of it, not really having much need for it in the fresh air. She'd put on another slightly cropped shirt, showing off the smooth tan of her stomach, and put her jean shorts back on. It was typical ranch attire, in her opinion, wearing jean shorts, all she needed was a plaid shirt and a cowgirl hat, and she was sure she'd fit right in. <br><br>She felt a little lost as she first stepped into the midst of everyone who was there. Most were deep in conversation, and one imparticular was looking very friendly with the owners, but she didn't mind, she was still in her happy bubble. She was starving though, so grabbing a plate and what looked like some sort of chicken burger, she loaded up on salad and went to settle herself at one of the picnic tables that was empty, she dug into her food, but obviously in a ladylike manner. She was staring over at one of the paddocks of horses, and admiring a few of them. She knew she'd be up first thing in the morning, if she wasn't already busy, and enquiring on which ones were happy to be ridden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 00:37:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.melty.fr/pmedia-2751625-ajust_640-f1434460471/ancien-rugbyman-ca-se-voit.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Matthew<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Stud/Hand<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexi<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Initiating Conversation<br><br>Matthew had to admit, his assigned partner was quite quirky. She was a bit nervous at start and her comment about the guy to blow in her cartridge... that was a slightly geeky expression of sex and the act of impregnation, but he found it to be amusing. As he took her on the tour earlier, he pointed out where her room was as well as the areas of the ranch including the ones that were off limits. He then found out that she was some kind of internet celebrity, albeit a minor one though that did not get him star struck or anything. Being a former model certainly helped with that.<br><br>Once the tour was over, he escorted her back to her room to allow her to rest. When lunch time came, he was surprised to see her absent. Maybe she was still a little tired from her journey. He then shrugged and found an English looking lady that was looking around a little confused and lost. He watched her as she ate in a lady like manner and noticed that she was looking towards the paddocks. He noticed a slight glow about her, and smiled to himself as he knew what that enigmatic smile on her face was. She had got laid earlier no doubt. He then approached her and said. "Hello there miss... I am glad you are enjoying your stay here in the ranch. May I join you? That is if you don't mind of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 11:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://spicy.southdreamz.com/cache/the-hottest-swimsuit-models/sandra-valencia/famous-fashion-model-sandra-valencia-beautiful-photo-188_650.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Danica Matthews<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Boss Lady<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The BBQ<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil, Lizbeth, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br><br>There was no way to ignore the way her husband's strong hands caressed and molded Lizbeth's supple flesh as he administered the soothing massage with skilled motions. She knew his touch well, had herself been left boneless under his attentions, and she could only imagine that their guest would soon find herself under a similar spell... if she wished to be. That was the catch of course, at some point the women had to decide to embrace what it was that was being offered to them and even Danica with her liberal views regarding sex understood that it could be a difficult decision. Lizbeth at least did not appear too resistant though she did catch the hint of emotion that came with the woman's words. She also caught the use of the word "partner" rather than boyfriend or husband which did to some degree confirm the general vibe she'd thought she was picking up. At her question however, the soft, understanding smile she wore blossomed into something full and bright and utterly indulgent.<br><br>"Yes, we do. We have a girl and a boy. Both with their father's eyes though our son looks more like me." Just speaking of them made her miss them terribly. Later she would call them of course and they weren't terribly far away but it wasn't the same. It never was. "They stay with my parents during the school year so that they can attend a top notch school and just because, well, the ranch is not exactly the place for them obviously." She looked down to the table for a moment where her nails tapped lightly against the surface before peering up from beneath the sweep of her lashes. "We've been thinking about trying for another one too. I mean, if things keep gong well here, we'll be able to take on a few more staff members to totally take over running things so I'll be freed up to be with the kids more." She really wasn't the homemaker type but if things went as planned her workload would be a bit more mobile. After all, it wasn't as if she could impregnate anyone. Her lip folded beneath the brief press of her teeth but before she could get too caught up in the what ifs and maybes she shook them off and shrugged. "Anyway, I know it sounds totally cliche but there really is no greater joy then feeling that spark, that life growing inside you. And I love that we get to help others experience that without reducing it to something cold and clinical." After all, a bit of indulgence was part of the package.<br><br>Danica's gaze focused in on Lizbeth, scanning her features appreciatively. "I hope you don't mind me saying so but you really are quite beautiful you know. I can't help but think your child will have to be utterly gorgeous as well. I know my husband agrees, don't you Virgil?" She chuckled, glancing up at him before returning her gaze to woman under his hands. "Have you started to consider your options at all? I mean, I know its still a bit early but... well, is there anything in particular you desire, Lizbeth?" The question rolled off her lips a tad suggestively, sounding exactly as it was meant to. "Any particular traits? A particular encounter or... fantasy?" Danica was indeed genuinely interested in the answers, whatever they might be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Matthews Royal Ranch] The Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 15:26:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.famousbodies.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/david-gandy-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Partner<br><strong>Time:</strong> Lunch, August 31st<br><strong>Location:</strong> The lawn outside the cafe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lizbeth, Danica, Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Explanations<br><br>“Truth be told, they both look more like their mother. And I’m going to beating them off my daughter with a stick with the left hand and cleaning up the broken hearts my son is going to leave in his wake.” laughed Virgil in all honesty.<br><br>“Julian hit his first grown spurt over the summer and went from a stocky athletic boy to a trimming athletic young man. I suspect he’ll go far. His mother and I agreed that he could be involved in any sport or activity that the school offered but he had to maintain a B average in all of his classes. I am a very proud father indeed to say that he’s an honor roll student before anything else.”<br><br>“Our daughter is a little heartbreaker already. She’s hit her own growth spurt and is developing in ways that are making the boys notice that she is <em>definitely</em> not like them.” chuckled Virgil. It was still a shock to the system to realize that his baby girl was turning into a young woman with all that it entailed.<br><br>“Thinking about?” choked Virgil. “Don’t you mean trying? You’ve only been teasing me about it to the point of distraction since the morning chores were finished. And I’ve only had you what three times today?”<br><br>Shaking his head, he said, “Danica and I have a very unique relationship based on love, trust, and a few rock solid rules. Earlier when I said that I was available as a stud, I meant that in every capacity. Danica not only encourages it, she likes to watch. Her voyeuristic streak is really what got this whole thing started if you really get down to brass tacks. Everything else grew out of that.”<br><br>He didn’t go into detail. There was no real need for anyone to know that the next step had been an accident, but one none the less one that got both of them hot as hell. Despite all the precautions they could take, one of the female partners that they had engaged in their amorous relationships had gotten pregnant. No one was angry or spiteful, hell even the woman’s husband was happy about the result considering he had been incapable. Danica had teased him about being a breeding stud one night and they had gone longer and harder than any other time since their honeymoon.<br><br>Leaning down next to Lizbeth’s ear, he whispered, “She likes women just as much as men. So you have the option of having both of us.”<br><br>Virgil had the grace and poise to allow things to progress at the client’s pace, but he had long since learned that a lot of the bi-sexual clients that showed an interest in his wife never seemed to think that she’d be interested. So he’d learned a while back to just place it on the table in a quiet but blunt point.
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