New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread
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				Title: <strong>New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 14:13:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>New Harrisville Falls </strong></span></span><br><br>OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123766.0)<br>Character thread<br>&nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123767.0)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/New_Harrisville_Falls_copy.jpg)<br><br><em>Erica Adamsson – October 15th 2011 – 4.30 PM</em><br><br>Erica gave the boy a reassuring smile as she made a few notes in the folder in front of her. <strong>“You shouldn’t worry too much about that history grade, Thomas. I will have a word with mr. Roberts and convince him to let you retake that test. Though next time you have issues with your mother, you should come to me right away.”</strong> She picked up a card from the top shelf of her desk. <strong>“Both my office and cell phone numbers are on there. You can call me any time Thomas.” </strong>She pressed the card into his hands and nodded at him affectionately. After that she excused the boy and checked the time. The day was finally over. A quick glance at the seats in front of her office suggested that she indeed had no more students to see that day. She made a final few notes in Thomas Batens' file and then put the folder back in the large pull-out closet behind her. <br><br>She closed her office for the day and then headed to the exit. On her way over to her car, she passed the principal and gave him a curtly nod and a <strong>“hello”</strong>. He nodded back at her and answered with <strong>“good evening miss Adamsson”</strong>. She unlocked the door of her old banged up Dodge Challenger, the one thing her ex had left her. The color of the car had once been blue but now it had faded so badly it looked more like gray. It took three attempts turning the ignition before the old engine finally purred to live. She drove off the small staff parking lot at the New Harrisville High School and drove the short way back to her tiny home, briefly stopping at the local grocery store en route. She put the groceries on the kitchen table and flung her keys on top the refrigerator. Another work day was over… <br><br><hr><br><em>Erica Adamsson – October 15th 2011 – 10.30 PM</em><br><br>She maneuvered her car onto a field of battered earth. It stood at the end of the dirt rood that led to it, but it was concealed by the high wheat fields that surrounded it. There was no way to see from the road that there was a parking space there, or indeed if there were any cars around. The entire place bathed in the pink neon shine from the old sign that hung proudly on the outer wall of the shack. She quickly checked her make-up in the mirror before opening her car door. A long elegant bare leg stepped out. Erica wore a dull gray overcoat that reached down halfway to her knees. Her shoes stood out as too elegant for her surroundings, cute little three inch silver heels with shiny crystal finishing on the clasps. She quickly moved towards the back entrance of the shack and slipped into the dimly lit back room. Already the sounds of passion greeted her arrival. The walls of the old home were thin, and no one had ever bothered to make them sound proof. If anything, hearing each other fuck was part of the experience at the “Fucking Gulch”. <br><br>A tall, fat man greeted her. She knew and addressed him as “Bert” whilst in the Fucking Gulch. But during the day she would often see him as she pumped her gas. His real name was William Shea and he ran the town’s only gas station. But one of the rules of the brothel was no real names and no acknowledgment of each other’s outside lives. He smiled as he gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. <strong>“Miss Indigo… Just in time. I have a regular of yours waiting in the attic.”</strong> All the girls had a name that referred to a color within the brothel. The large ring on their middle finger had a fake gemstone in their own color. She nodded at Bert and just slipped out of her overcoat, handing it to the doorman. Underneath was just a tiny lingerie set. A black sequin push up bra with a matching pair of lacy cheekies. She quickly climbed the stairs that lead to the attic and looked for her client.<br><br>Except for one room that doubled as the entrance and waiting room for the men, the entire old shack had been divided into small rooms. They were spartanly decorated, apart from the beds which were all large and comfortable. The old attic had been divided into five rooms and she found her regular waiting in the room at the very end of the hallway. <strong>“Miss Indigo… You kept me waiting, you naughty girl!”</strong> She was pulled into the room and tossed onto the bed. The man was middle-aged and had already stripped off all his clothes, except for his boxers, which he stepped out now. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but <em>Indigo</em> was now experienced enough to get herself off regardless of the man’s attractiveness. His pseudonym at the brothel was the rather preposterous “Napoleon”. The one thing he perhaps had in common with the Gallic man was his diminutive build. Erica literally towered over him. The one place where he <em>was</em> big however was his cock, which stood out grotesquely in disproportion to the rest of his body. He was in his mid 50s, but Erica only vaguely knew him. That was a rare occurrence at the Gulch, and one she gladly kept that way.<br><br>She slipped her panties off her ass and got on all fours, her ass towards him as she knew he liked. She felt him climb on the bed behind her and penetrate her almost instantly. She bit her lip. No matter how many times they had done this, she still felt discomfort at his initial invasion. He almost instantly settled into a vicious pounding rhythm, but as per usual it did not last long. After a mere two minutes, she heard a loud moan and felt him flood her pussy with his goo. After that, he lingered for another half minute, slipped out of her and then disappeared. She was not to turn around after he had departed the room. She turned around and lay down on her back, panting slightly, her pussy tingling gently from the rough fucking. <em>Her night at the Gulch had only just begun…</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 19:40:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://image.motorcyclecruiser.com/f/8819470+w750+st0/lg+1997_harley_davidson_heritage_springer_softail+front_side_view.jpg)<br><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>Doc's 1997 Harley Davidson Springer Softail</em></sup></div></div><em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 7.30 PM</em><br><br>Doc cut the engine of his motorcycle and walked it the last few feet to the wooden over hang behind the broken down homestead.&nbsp; The sun was riding low in the sky and the neon light wasn't even on yet.&nbsp; He knew he'd be early coming back from the afternoon AA meeting in Geneva, but he must have really been flying.&nbsp; He made it here before Bert even, and Bert usually hustled to get here every night as well.&nbsp; He dropped the kickstand on his 97 Harley Softail and made sure that it was under the overhang, just on the off chance the weather turned.<br><br>Buckling his helmet onto the back of his seat, he sighed and mussed his hair, trying to undo the helmet hair effect that always happened after an hour on his bike.&nbsp; He went to the Gulch's door and unlocked it and stepped in, flipping on the light switches.&nbsp; It was always too dark in here, but he supposed that was what people preferred.&nbsp; Doc paused just inside the doorway and inhaled a deep breath.&nbsp; He loved that smell, the smell of old cigarettes, of thousands upon thousands of hours of raw sex, and the tang of women's body spray.&nbsp; It was a smell that was going to be forever pressed into the wood, into the soul of the Fucking Gulch.&nbsp; Doc smiled and pat the wood of the doorway, letting the outer door fall shut behind him as he moved into the building.&nbsp; Unzipping his leathers, he peeled them off, a simple t-shirt and denim jean combo beneath them as he turned and walked down the stairs to the basement lounge.&nbsp; <br><br>The basement was divided up into three parts.&nbsp; The largest part a lounge with a bar for staff or clients to relax before or after sex sessions.&nbsp; Then the other half of the basement was divided into storage, a small office with a safe, and of course a tiny kitchen where Doc could cook up food to order.&nbsp; Doc liked cooking, it relaxed him.&nbsp; Sometimes people didn't like it when he experimented with his food though.&nbsp; Like it would kill someone to have swiss cheese on their burger instead of 'orange'?&nbsp; &nbsp;But he had promised he'd behave, and was trying to keep things simple.&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned on the lights in the lounge and moved behind the bar and began to set up his stations for the night.&nbsp; &nbsp;The booze didn't even call to him anymore.&nbsp; Without the stress in his life that he used to have, he just didn't feel the need for the burning liquid to sear his throat.<br><br>The loud muffler cutting out some time later told him that Bert had arrived.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long now till the girls started arriving.&nbsp; Hopefully they'd come down here to chat with him while they waited for their night's clients.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 20:31:39</strong>
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				<em>Kira Spencer - October 15, 2011 - 8:00 p.m.</em><br><br>She was nervous, she had just finished her shift at Dr. Rossi's office. He was so nice to take her in and offer a job since pretty much no one else was hiring. The salary was good, but she still needed enough funds to keep her house. Tonight was the night&nbsp; she was supposed to start her "other" job. <br><br>Kira got ready and slipped into her "other" uniform, a more sexy version of her nurses uniform. She covered herself with her trench coat and hopped into her car, her mothers old Jaguar that still purred like a kitten. She headed out to the Gulch, unaware that her very employer worked there as well.&nbsp; She figured he was a fine upstanding man and would never know that she was working as a common prostitute for extra cash. She admired him, and thought he was quite sexy. She liked older men, but knew she would keep their relationship strictly business.&nbsp; <br><br>When she pulled up, she hadn't noticed his motorcycle, she was too much in a rush to report for duty, didn't want to be late her first night.&nbsp; She was told she wasn't to use her real name. She was assigned, "Miss Ruby" because of her red lips. She wore the ring on her finger as told to do and entered the Gulch. <br><br>When she looked up, she was in shock that behind the bar, was Dr. Rossi! Kira swallowed hard and went off to the left to look for the owner to let him know she was there to work for the night. She prayed that the good Dr. hadn't seen her, for she knew she would most likely lose her job over this. She now waited for her first "client", and she prayed that Dr. Rossi didn't catch on that she was working there was well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 20:48:30</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 8:20 PM - Basement Lounge of the Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Doc grinned to himself.&nbsp; He'd seen Kira freeze in her tracks like a deer in headlights when she came down the stairs into the basement lounge.&nbsp; He knew she'd have to walk past him to get to the office where Mr. Harris was.&nbsp; He could tell she was shocked to see him here, but she'd probably be more shocked to learn that he'd suggested that Mr. Harris discreetly send one of the other women to talk to Kira about the possibility of a job here at the gulch.&nbsp; Out of respect for 'Ruby' he kept his eyes down and watched her hustle past out of his peripheral vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was early, most clients didn't start showing up till nineish.&nbsp; The lounge was still empty as Doc pretended to polish the cracked and worn wooden bar.&nbsp; Then again, this was 'Ruby's' first night, she probably wanted to make sure she was here right on time.<br><br>Doc got out a wine glass and set it next to the box wine.&nbsp; He liked to offer the girls a drink on their first day, and he recalled Kira mentioning she liked a good Merlot.&nbsp; Well, this wasn't a good Merlot, it was in a box... but still.&nbsp; As long as she didn't run past him again he'd offer 'Ruby' a drink, just to get to know her of course.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since Doc and Ruby had never met.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 22:00:38</strong>
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				<em>Joshua Harris - October 15, 2011 - 8:05 p.m.</em><br><br>Old man Harris – which was what everyone called him at the brothel – had a tiny little office in the back of the basement. There wasn’t much more in there than a large old desk – which had been in the old home when Harris originally converted it into a brothel – and a couple of half-empty filing cabinets. Joshua kept book for both the girls and the clients, assigning pay and fees accordingly, as well as paying the tiny auxiliary staff that was really limited to Bert and Doc. In front of him was an opened brand-new ledger, with just the name of the corresponding girl in big red marker letters on the front cover <em>“Miss Ruby”</em>. Joshua took a swig from the glass of scotch by his side when he heard a rather nervous knock on the door. His old voice boomed in reply. <strong>“Yes? Come on in…” </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 22:09:48</strong>
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				<em>Kira (Ruby) Spencer&nbsp; October 15, 2011 - 8:05 p.m.</em><br><br>She had made her way tot he office where she had originally met the old Man Harris. Her knock was nervous, it was her first night and she had just seen her boss at the bar. <br><br>Kira swallowed hard as she opened the door and stepped it. "Good Evening Sir, I do hope I am not too early." She stood there in her coat, still covering her "uniform." She stood there looking at him, the years had worn him by the look in his eyes. Still part of her liked that, enjoyed older men, they knew how to treat a woman, even is she was just a common whore to them. <br><br>She knew she would have to service many men in this town, but the money was worth it, Kira would do anything to make sure she kept her home. She smiled a little and waited for her first "assignment". 
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 22:30:15</strong>
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				<em>Joshua Harris - October 15, 2011 - 8:10 p.m.</em><br><br>Joshua pointed at the empty seat in front of his desk. <strong>“Why don’t ya take a seat for a bit, Ruby.”</strong> He waited for the girl to have found a place in front of him and then gave her the quick once-over. Harris knew her, but only vaguely. He rarely ventured into town and he was thankful for not needing the doc much in spite of his ever advancing years. She was pretty enough, but then he wouldn’t have hired her if she wasn’t. <strong>“I imagine I’ve been over this with you before, but I might as well go over it one last time. Within the Gulch you are known as miss Ruby and miss Ruby alone. You will not tell your real name to anyone, you will not use your real name in any situation and you will not allow any other member of staff or any client to use your real name.&nbsp; There are no exceptions to this rule Ruby. If a client chooses to ignore this rule, you will tell me, Bert or Doc and we will deal with ‘em.”</strong> <br><br>He paused for a moment to take a swig of his drink and then continued. <strong>“Conversely, you will never use any client’s real name. This is a tiny town, Ruby. And you’ll only realize just <em>how</em> tiny by working here. The majority of the girls here will know most of the men that patron our fine establishment by name. Yet you are never to use their real name. Same as you, the clients will provide you with an alias to address them with. If they fail to do so… again, tell Bert or Doc and they will deal with it.”</strong> He tapped his fingers onto the ledger with her name on it. <strong>“Bert keeps track of all transactions that happen in here. He’s the one who pairs the clients up with the girls, makes the schedules and sets the price depending on what the client demands. Every penny made in here by our girls is split 60-40 in their favor. There are no exceptions to this rule. Meeting a client outside of the Gulch means immediate termination.”</strong> He gave her a smile and then finished his drink. <strong>“But enough about the rules, why don’t you show me what you’re hiding underneath that coat?”</strong> He leaned back in his chair as he waited for her response.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 23:50:58</strong>
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				<em>(Ruby) Kira Spencer- October 15, 2011- 8:15</em><br><br>She sat there very quiet listening to the rules of the brothel. Seemed simple enough, no real names, no meeting clients outside the Gulch. What made her shudder was that she would have to report any issues to "Doc".&nbsp; Little did Kira know that the very man she worked for and respected had actually manipulated her employment there. She had no clue that behind her back he had steered her in the direction of The Gulch. <br><br>Once the old man's speech was over, she didn't miss a beat. She stood and took off the coat revealing the skimpy nurses outfit. She turned to model it for him and blushed. "Hope this is ok. I figured it won't stay on long any way."
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 00:02:50</strong>
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				<em>Joshua Harris - October 15, 2011 - 8:20 p.m.</em><br><br>Joshua smiled as the girl revealed the naughty nurse outfit underneath her coat.<strong> “Nice… <em>very</em> nice sweetie. I’m sure you’ll be a big hit here.” </strong>Old man Harris even appreciated the blush, some of their clients would enjoy her apparent shyness. <strong>“I won’t keep you any longer Ruby… Bert or Doc can help you further. There’s always clients who ask for new girls, so expect a lot of potential suitors tonight. But you mustn’t worry; we won’t make you take ‘em all on.”</strong> He gave her a cheesy smile as he 'reassured' her. <br><br>He got up from his own chair and lead her to the door. Joshua called out from his office. <strong>“Doc, take care of this one for me, it’s her first night.”</strong> Not that the good doctor needed reminding of that, he was the one who had suggested approaching her after all! But there was no need for the girl to know about that. He gave her a playful little swat on her butt as she exited and winked mischievously at her. He lingered at this door whilst he watched her walk over to the bar area, and then turned around and headed back into his office.
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				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 00:47:28</strong>
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				oc poured a glass of Merlow from the cardboard box and set it on the worn bar, waiting for the new girl to come over and talk.&nbsp; He decided he'd set the tone and introduce himself as if they'd never met.&nbsp; Because according to the rules of this place, they had never met before.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 03:52:00</strong>
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				<em> Ruby (Kira Spencer)&nbsp; October 15th, 2011- 8:30</em><br><br>Ruby was glad that he approved of her outfit, she had been nervous about it most of the day. <br><br>As she was dismissed, she was sent to 'Doc', the very person she was trying to avoid. She let out a little sqeak as she was tapped on the ass, but kept walking to the bar. Her hoops swayed seductively even though she wasn't trying. <br><br>That was when she saw the glass of wine on the bar for her and she smiled. "Hi, my name is Ruby, you must be Doc." Deep down she was nervous as hell, but she had a job to do. She then took a sip from the glass, "Thanks Doc, it's my favorite, much appreciated." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 04:36:11</strong>
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				<em>Vivien Jones aka Amethyst October 15, 2011 8:45 pm</em><br><br><br>The last parent had picked up their kid a few hours earlier and Vivien had spent between 5 and 6 playing with and cooking for her three year old son, Jayden. He was her entire life and she would do anything to make sure that he had everything he needed. This is why she'd jumped at the chance to earn some extra money by working nights at the Fucking Gulch. She dropped Jayden off at her neighbor's, the woman kept him when she was working nights, the older woman was a God-send and Vivien paid her at the end of every week.&nbsp; She went back home to get ready for her night job and didn't stop until she looked absolutely perfect, with no flaws at all.&nbsp; http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2006-09/18/xin_2009031815363382206546.jpg (http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2006-09/18/xin_2009031815363382206546.jpg) She stepped into a pair of pink stilettos that matched the small rose on her outfit. <br><br>Vivien wrapped a black coat around herself before stepping out into the slightly chilled air and walked over to her not so new Jetta. She drove out to the Gulch and parked next to Doc's motorcycle. She'd been working here for a few months now and loved it. She wore the amethyst ring and walked inside after greeting Bert. Having been given the stage name of Amethyst by Mr. Harris because of the almost amethyst colored streaks in her hair. She made her way into the basement lounge and pulled her coat off, with a smile, she felt at home here. She walked over to the bar and took a seat next to the new girl. "Hey. I'm Amethyst. Ruby, I'm guessing? Hey, Doc. I'll have a glass of whiskey please."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 04:44:21</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 8:35 PM - Basement Lounge of the Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Doc extended his hand to greet Ruby.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; Round here they call me Doc.&nbsp; I cook a mean grilled cheese and have been known to turn a trick once in a blue moon if a special occasion calls for."&nbsp; He smiled and passed her the glass of merlot.<br><br>"Remember, no one here judges you.&nbsp; This world is a different world than what happens out side of here."&nbsp; He smiled at her, "Also, if anyone gives you any problems.... anyone.... you let me or Bert know."<br><br>The two of them made small talk as Doc told Ruby about the rooms and the kinds of things she could expect.&nbsp; Their conversation was easy and flowing, almost as if they knew each other from somewhere else.&nbsp; Which of course, they did.&nbsp; But here at the gulch, those things weren't spoken of.<br><br>Then Amythyst entered.&nbsp; Doc waved her over, "Amethyst, come meet Ruby."&nbsp; he called as she entered the lounge.<br><br>Then he bent to pour a shot of whiskey for the girl, putting it on her tab.&nbsp; Most of the staff would simply just settle up at the end of the week.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 05:32:19</strong>
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				<em>Ruby - October 15, 2011- 8:35</em><br><br>It was so easy talking to Doc, he made her feel like she was at home here, which put her at ease. She settled in to the mindset that this was a total different world, that the world outside didn't exist as long as they were in there. <br><br>"I'll have to remember about the grilled cheese if I get hungry," she giggled. Still it was difficult to look in his eyes, she still respected him, and had a crush on him even though they were co- workers outside of this place. "Oh don't worry, I'll let you know I'd anyone gives me trouble." She raised her glass to him as Amethyst sat next to her. <br><br>"Hi, yes, I'm Ruby, nice to meet you. Still getting used to the place a bit." She smiled at the other girl glad to see that she wasn't the only one reporting for duty tonight. Still, it was hard to keep her focus off Doc, he was so handsome, and she wondered if he would end up needing her services later tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 05:35:54</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst (Vivien) October 15, 2011 8:47pm Basement Lounge</strong><br><br>"He's right. He can make a damn good grilled cheese." She grinned and took the shot from Doc. Shooting it back and setting the empty shot glass on the bar, it was a sweet burn as it ran down her throat.<br><br>"They are very protective of us and I'm thankful for that. Not many of the clients get out of hand but when they do, Doc and Bert make sure they know to calm themselves down. We're a close-knit group here, almost like a family. I know how it feels to be the new girl so anything you need help with feel free to ask me...anything at all. "<br><br>She was wondering what the night would bring and was excited to see what would happen. 
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				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 11:32:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://culinaryspirits.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/joshwills1.jpg)</div><em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 8:52 PM - Basement Lounge of the Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Doc nodded and set the bottle of Makers Mark down on the bar.&nbsp; He knew Amethyst a little bit, and if she wanted another shot, she'd have no problem asking for one or even taking one herself.&nbsp; Though she seemed to be in a good mood tonight so she might be satisfied with just the one.<br><br>"I was just telling Ruby here," Doc said as he offered the bottle to Amethyst, "About how seriously we take the seperation of what happens here to what happens outside these walls.&nbsp; Why it's probably very likely that in a town like New Harrisville Falls you're quite likely to bump into someone you might know from here.&nbsp; &nbsp; Co workers," he said with a grin, and it wasn't clear if he meant co workers inside the brothel walls or outside, "friends, maybe even clients.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it doesn't matter. "<br><br>Doc smiled and cracked a bottle of water and took a sip, "See it doesn't matter because everyone who comes here, for whatever reason, well, they become a part of the secret don't they?&nbsp; Most likely they've as much to lose as the next person.&nbsp; But in the end, we all just want to have a little fun, maybe make a few extra dollars."&nbsp; <br><br>He grinned at the two women and asked, "Right?"<br><br>But before he could get an answer the clock on the wall chimed nine PM.&nbsp; "Well Ruby, it's nine, clients start coming through the doors after nine.&nbsp; I expect you'll be popular tonight seeing as how you're new.&nbsp; Good luck, and..."&nbsp; He paused and then pointed at the ceiling only two feet above his head, "Just so you know, room four is right above us."<br><br>He liked to tell the new girls which room was right over his head.&nbsp; Hopefully it would give them a sense of security knowing that someone was below them listening in case they needed help.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that a shout or a scream would go unheard anywhere in the gulch, but still, Ruby was new after all.<br><br>Then as a shorter man past his middle years came down stairs into the lounge Doc smiled at the two working girls he'd been chatting with, "First client of the night, Napoleon always gets here early.&nbsp; If you ladies will excuse me, I know he'll want his drink."&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc moved off to pour the short older man a drink.&nbsp; "Ahhh Napoleon my friend, another Indigo night I'd assume?&nbsp; You know she won't be here for another hour, why don't I fix you a drink...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 11:56:19</strong>
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				<em>William Shea “Bert”: October 15th 2011 7:38 PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Bert drove his black Chevy Tahoe smoothly into the dirt parking lot out front of the “Fucking Gulch” and parked around the back. He always parked back there, just in case some clever asshole tried to slip out the back, Bert could run them down in his truck without giving them too much of a head start. It also made him feel more at ease with the general duties of being The Gulch’s head of security without having to worry that someone might be out vandalizing his truck after getting the boot from the club.<br><br>Doc’s Harley was already parked out front, it wasn’t often that any of the employees besides Joshua was at work before Bert. Nonetheless, Doc had proven himself trustworthy and Bert wasn’t worried about him doing anything dishonest. He did, however, take a moment to admire Doc’s fine American chopper; truly a piece of art. A beast of a machine, loud and fast. Though he knew more about cars and trucks, bikes had fascinated Bert for a while.<br><br>Bert entered the old, run-down building through the back, as was his routine, locking the back door behind himself. It would be easier to enter through the front and just leave the back locked, but this way he always knew for certain that the back entrance was locked because he did it himself.<br><br>The sounds of Doc, setting up downstairs could be heard as Bert turned on the neon sign and took his seat next to the front door. He unlocked the “Trigger-Lock” that kept anyone but him from using the Mossberg 12-Gauge that sat behind his little counter. He opened up the big, hard-bound ledger book next and inked in Doc’s name, listing the time as “early”, since he didn’t know for sure how long his coworker had been there. Following with an accurate account of his own arrival.<br><br>Lastly, Bert set out the framed picture of his son, that rested on the corner of his desk. A constant reminder of what it was he was working for.<br><br><em>William Shea “Bert”: October 15th 2011 8:00PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>It wasn’t long at all before the girls started arriving. A clean sounding engine that Bert didn’t recognize first drew his eyes to the window that overlooked the parking lot. He didn’t recognize the well-maintained Jaguar that was parking and for a moment dreaded the idea of having to keep a customer at bay without any of the girls on call. Never a fun assignment.<br><br>Bert was relieved, however, to see the tall, leggy young-woman in a trench coat step out. She was beautiful and had chestnut colored hair. He quickly realized that she must be the new girl, Miss Ruby, that Joshua had mentioned would be starting today.<br><br>Standing to greet her, Bert smiled and held out his arm to take her coat, going over in his mind the best way to introduce himself without sounding like a fool. The point ended up being moot, as Miss Ruby seemed in an awful hurry and blew right past, still wearing her trench coat.<br><br>Bert sat down, slightly dismayed at going unnoticed, yet slightly relieved at the same time. As he wrote Miss Ruby’s name into the log book, he decided to clock her in fifteen minutes earlier than she’d actually arrived. Giving her credit for the hustle.<br><br><em>William Shea “Bert”: October 15th 2011 8:45 PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Bert passed the time listening to the somewhat muffled voices of Doc and Miss Ruby coming from downstairs, in his mind creating elaborate scandals about what they could be discussing at such length, having just met one another. He was in the midst of imagining Miss Ruby revealing that in fact it was Doc who fathered her bi-racial Siamese twins when he heard the sound of Miss Amethyst’s Jetta rolling in.<br><br>Miss Amethyst was always nice to Bert and certainly not hard on the eyes either. He did her the favor of clocking her in at that moment, rather than waiting until she stepped inside as was customary. He’d just finished filling out her log-line when she breezed through the door.<br><br>“Good Evening Miss Amethyst.” Bert nodded politely, his voice so deep and resonant that one could almost feel the nails in the walls rattle when he spoke.<br><br>The two often conversed about many things, but today, it seemed was not a good day for small-talk. After the briefest and most cursory of greetings, Miss Amethyst was swishing downstairs, still in her coat as well, depriving Bert of both the honor of hanging the garment up for her as well as the pleasure of checking out what she was (or wasn’t) wearing underneath.<br><br>The big bouncer just shrugged his shoulders to himself and leaned back in his chair, concocting new twist for his invented melodrama unfolding downstairs, made richer by the introduction of a new character.<br><br>Perhaps Amethyst was Doc’s wife, and didn’t appreciate her husband fathering biracial Siamese twins by another woman.<br><br><em>William Shea “Bert”: October 15th 2011 9:05 PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Bert recognized the stylish Lincoln Towncar in an instant, he was one of the regulars around The Gulch. “Napoleon” as he was known within these walls, was rumored to be very particular about his experience and had a “thing” for Miss Indigo, arguably The Gulch’s most popular working girl.<br><br>Upon entering, Napoleon all but threw his coat at Bert, who had to flail about a bit to prevent the heavy, wool garment from touching the ground. As Bert fed a hanger into the shoulders of the coat, Napoleon got right to business.<br><br>“Indigo here yet?” Napoleon asked- no, demanded from Bert, already sounding impatient.<br><br>“Not yet, Mister Napoleon, Sir.” Bert answered, hanging the client’s coat up respectfully as his bass voice rattled the floorboards once more. “If you like, I could call up Miss Amethyst. Or, we also have a new girl who’s just started tonight. Her name is Miss-”<br><br>“Not interested.” Napoleon snapped, cutting Bert off before he could finish. “When will Indigo be arriving?”<br><br>“Well, given the fact that she ain’t here yet, later would be my guess.” Bert answered wryly, trying hard not to sound as irritated as he was becoming.<br><br>Napoleon was stricken silent by that last comment, looking over at Bert the way one inspects a stain on their clothes. Bert merely crossed his massive, chiseled, black arms over his chest and stared back at him.<br><br>“Well what the fuck am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Napoleon asked, still impatient and not at all growing more tolerant over time.<br><br>“Well, you could drop your deposit and go downstairs to the basement and make yourself comfortable. Or you could stay up here, snappin’ at me until we really have a problem. Which would you prefer?”<br><br>Napoleon nearly dropped his bill fold, counting out the house’s cut.<br><br><em>William Shea “Bert”: October 15th 2011 10:30 PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Bert knew the sound of Miss Indigo’s Dodge Challenger even at a distance. The poor vehicle had not been cared for by her ex husband, and she seemed to take her resentment against him out on that beautiful machine. He secretly longed to get under the hood of that classic, American Muscle Machine. At very least the poor car needed to have its fuel injection system cleaned out and from the way she always had to turn her key several times to get the engine to turn, he guessed it was overdue for a new alternator as well. But that was his other life and these things weren’t discussed openly within the Fucking Gulch.<br><br>“You got one on the books, Miss Indigo.” Bert’s bass boomed, as Miss Indigo arrived and gave him a hug.<br><br>Bert kissed her cheek, ever so lightly, as he’d done many times before. It wasn’t a liberty he took with just any of the girls, but he’d known Indigo for some time and liked her very much. In truth, he had thought a time or two about “Getting Under The Hood” with her as well, though it wasn’t the sort of thing a shy, gentle giant like Bert would ever act upon on his own.<br><br>When Indigo shrugged out of her overcoat and handed it off to Bert, it was all he could do to stop his jaw from falling open. She was dressed to kill and had all the right curves to make her skimpy outfit work. He didn’t bother hiding the fact that he checked the girls out anymore, as he’d found it made most of them feel good to know that their grooming efforts had the desired effect.<br><br>“You look amazing.” Bert muttered softly, not really to anyone in particular as Indigo rushed upstairs to go see to Napoleon’s latest conquest.<br><br>It wasn’t long before the sounds of Napoleon’s trademark “Hack and Slash” technique could be heard in the reception area. Bert did his best not to feel jealous over it, Miss Indigo wasn’t the type of woman who’d ever be interested in a man like himself with grease under his nails. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but imagine the scene again with the roles reversed: Napoleon taking his coat and Miss Indigo subject to his desires behind a closed door.<br><br>In no time at all, Napoleon was on his way out again. Bert held out the man’s coat to him as he passed.<br><br>“Thanks for visiting, come back and see us again soon.” Bert said through a smile as Napoleon rushed out to his car.<br><br>Bert couldn’t wait to see what else the night had in store for the staff of Fucking Gulch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 12:16:00</strong>
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				<em>Erica Adamsson – October 15th 2011 – 10.45 PM</em><br><br>Already Napoleon’s car was departing as she peered out of the tiny attic window in her room. He never dwelled much longer in the Gulch after he had made his “deposit”, so to speak. Miss Indigo washed off the fruit of their passions and then put her lingerie back on. She checked her own reflection in the mirror briefly and then was off, down the stairs. She gave Bert a wide smile as she crossed him at the foot of the stairs. <strong>“He sure was off quickly again…”</strong> she said of Napoleon. After that she went down into the basement and joined Doc and the two other girls. <br><br>She greeted the three of them as they were in mid-conversation with a pleasant “evening all.” One of the girls with Doc was new to her and she assumed it was Miss Ruby, who had been rumored to begin working at the Gulch that night. She held out her hand and pressed a kiss on both of her cheeks as she shook the new girl’s hand.&nbsp; <strong>“Miss Ruby I presume? I’m Miss Indigo… It’s good to have you on board.” </strong>Erica immediately recognized her as Doc’s nurse. She resisted the urge to give Doc a quizzing look. It wasn’t her place to wonder about these things anyway. <strong>“Could I get a soda, doc?”</strong> She waited for the drink to be poured and then took a big gulp. For some reason her first client of the night always made her very thirsty. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 12:35:21</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 10:49 PM - Basement Lounge of the Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Doc poured Indigo a cold cola, no ice, just the way she liked it.&nbsp; She said the ice could mess up her makeup, and it was the job of a good bartender to remember such things.&nbsp; "Anything for you beautiful," he said, using the generic term he used on most of the women here at the Gulch.&nbsp; He nodded at Miss Ruby, "She got here earlier but hasn't yet had her first client.&nbsp; He promised he'd be back with a smile on his face as he left."<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://us.cdn3.123rf.com/168nwm/imagesource/imagesource0809/imagesource080902398/3513873-middle-aged-man-wearing-sunglasses.jpg)</div><em>"Chuck" - client - 11:12pm</em><br><br>"Chuck" pulled his truck into the parking lot of the Fucking Gulch and cut the engine.&nbsp; He wasn't exactly a regular... he couldn't afford that.&nbsp; But whenever he'd saved up enough money and set it aside that his wife didn't know about, he'd treat himself to a special night at the gulch.&nbsp; Pulling the gold band of his wedding ring off his finger and dropped it into the cup holder of his center console.&nbsp; He rubbed his finger for a few moments as he mentally prepared himself.&nbsp; He hadn't had sex in almost a month, not since the last time he was here actually.&nbsp; His wife was always 'too tired' she claimed and he was past the point where he had any energy left to fight with her.&nbsp; But he still had needs damnit.<br><br>Satisfied that the puffy ring on his finger where his wedding band had been mostly had faded he got out of the truck.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had to talk to 'Bert' first of course.&nbsp; The big man scared him a little.&nbsp; Part of it was that he was black, Chuck had never been terribly comfortable around minorities.&nbsp; But mostly it was the fact that it looked like Bert could crush him like a grape.&nbsp; Not that Bert was ever anything but completely pleasant and nice to him, but he couldn't help but be scared.<br><br>He chatted with Bert for as long as he dared, until he felt like the large man was growing tired of his chatting, then he handed Bert the envelope with cash in it.&nbsp; Knowing that Bert had a drop safe that sent the money downstairs somewhere.&nbsp; This wasn't the kind of place where you got refunds or money back.&nbsp; But he'd kept a few extra bills in his wallet.&nbsp; He liked to have a drink or two before he went to a room with a girl.&nbsp; Bert mentioned that there was a new girl tonight... but he wasn't sure if he had enough courage for that... maybe he'd see who approached him.<br><br>He slid up to the bar and ordered a drink from Doc and looked around at the women wondering who'd approach him first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 13:56:09</strong>
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				<em>Katherine Jones - October 15th 2011 - 8:00pm - Home of Reverend Jones and his family </em><br><br>"We ask all of this in His name...Amen," Katherine raised her head up and smiled at her youngest son before she pressed a kiss to his forehead and helped him to bed. Once he was tucked in bed, she clicked off the lamp and whispered, "Good night, baby." She turned and made her way out into the hallway, stopping by the bedroom across the hall to check on her twin boys, both 15 and Honor Roll students. She knocked on their door lightly and looked in on them, smiling when she saw them deeply involved in a school project. "Alright boys. Tanner is in bed...please keep an eye on him. Mrs. Franks will be across the street if you need her but your Father should be home within the hour."<br><br>"Will you be gone long, Mom?" Travis asked her and the old feeling of guilt crept back within her. She made sure not to spend too much time away from her sons but tonight...she <em>had</em> to.<br><br>"I'll be out late but I promise to be here to make you boys breakfast," She said softly, her eyes avoiding her twin boys. She walked into their room quickly and pressed a kiss to their cheeks, reminding them to go to bed within an hour. Walking back out into the hallway, she left their door slightly ajar and made her way down the stairs and into the garage. She squeezed her eyes shut, the feelings of shame building within her but it did not stop her from not going. <br><br>After all..this was research. This was merely a chance for Katherine to get to know the prostitutes and perhaps, one day, lead them towards a life of righteousness.<br><br>After leaving a note to her husband that she was working late on her research, Katherine slipped into her 2000 Nissan Pathfinder and pulled out of the garage, feeling her heart thundering in her chest. Out of fear or excitement...she wasn't quite certain.<br><br><hr><br><em>Mary Magdalene - October 15th 2011 - 11:26pm - parking lot of Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>As her vehicle pulled into the parking lot of the Fucking Gulch, she felt her hands trembling and knew she had to take a few deep breaths before she forced herself to go into the establishment. She did this almost regularly; worked and ministered to the local women's shelter and then on her way home...somehow...one night out of the many weeks, she found herself taking the road to this small and out of the way establishment. The first time had been out of curiosity, she had sat in the parking lot and watched the men <em>and women</em> going in and out of the building before she had pulled back out and left. Katherine couldn't even remember how she had come about hearing of it, but she hadn't been able to tell her husband.<br><br>Her old demons had been back. The ones that she had worked so hard to deny!<br><br>When she had finally taken the plunge and stepped out of her car and gone into the building she had been shocked. Appalled. Horrified. Aroused. Dear Lord, she had been aroused.<br><br>And so now she returned...her requests were met with acceptance. Because here at the <em>Fucking Gulch</em>...everyone had something to hide.<br><br><hr><br><em>Mary Magdalene - October 15th 2011 - 11:30pm - Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>"Bert," Her voice was soft, almost too shy to belong in a place like this. She never made eye contact, she simply stepped through with her head bowed and requested the same plan as always. "The usual: Furthest room in the back. I'd like whichever lady is available." As she passed him, her chocolate brown hair shielding her face, she reached out and squeezed his hand before moving her hand down to his palm and handing over the money that was required. The money was her own, a little bit of 'spending money' her husband liked to give her.<br><br>He would never know that she spent it watching whores touching themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 14:50:07</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst. Basement Lounge. 8:50 pm&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She thanked Doc for setting the bottle on the bar but she declined another shot. She was good for now and had caught a glimpse of Mary Magdalene aka her sister in law in real life but here they were strangers. Ones who had never had the pleasure of being acquainted. She excused herself from the bar after greeting Indigo and making more small talk with Ruby and Doc. She went into a corner to make a phone call to Mrs. Adams' to tell Jayden good night.<br><br><strong>Amethyst. Basement Lounge. 11:40 pm</strong><br><br>Amethyst approached Mary Magdalene with a smile upon her face. It would be fun to see what the woman wanted and she'd always had a slight crush on her brother's wife. "How are you doing tonight, sugar?" She asked this in a seductive whisper. Katherine wouldn't dare expose her to her brother because she'd have to explain how she knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 15:45:32</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, Basement lounge, 11:25 pm</em><br><br>She was totally feeling at ease now, comfortable with her surrounding and the people that were with her. When Indigo approached her, she smiled, "Yes I'm Ruby, nice yo meet you," She gave a pleasant smile and watched as people came in for service. It was at that time she had really noticed Bert, she hadn't be fore because she was so nervous when she arrived. She flashed him a smile as well and gave him a little wave. <br><br>She then turned her attention to Doc, "Room four, got it. Thanks." There he was looking out for her, and she like that a lot, make her stomach get butterflies. It when then that Amethyst got up to go be with a client, a woman, and Ruby almost chuckled realizing who it was. Oh the scandal if any of this ever got out!<br><br>Just as Chuck got to the bar, it looked as though it was time for Ruby to get to work, "Wish me Luck Doc, " She whispered. She then sauntered over to the older man and sat next to him, "Hi, I'm Ruby, care to buy me a drink?" She smiled softly and blushedonce more, hoping that she wouldn't get rejected her first time out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 18:23:50</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:12pm</em><br><br>"Hi Ruby,"&nbsp; Chuck said quietly, "You can call me Chuck."&nbsp; He smiled tenatively and he wrung his hands nervously above the slight paunch of his belly.&nbsp; He wasn't in great shape anymore, age had softened his body and turned his blonde hair mostly grey.&nbsp; But here was this gorgeous woman talking to him who was easily half his age... probably younger than that... it was hard to tell.<br><br>Chuck gestured to Doc, who brought over a glass of wine and a second vodka and coke for himself.&nbsp; Doc smiled and said, "Ruby's new, go easy on her wild man."&nbsp; Then he set down the drinks and cleared Chuck's empty glass.&nbsp; <br><br>Chuck's face colored red. <em>'Wild man?'&nbsp; </em> Chuck was far from wild.&nbsp; Managing a motorcycle, tractor, and lawnmower repair shop was about as boring as boring got around here.&nbsp; He didn't even twist a wrench himself anymore.&nbsp; He had two guys that worked for him that were the grease monkeys now.&nbsp; Doc must have been teasing him of course... Doc had a weird sense of humor.&nbsp; He snatched up the drink and sipped it to cover the flush he felt in his neck.&nbsp; His tie felt far too tight.&nbsp; He looked at Ruby and said, "So, uh... Miss Ruby, I uh... I paid Bert when I came in, but I didn't request anyone special.&nbsp; Um... since you're new we can talk down here first if you'd like... Or... we..."&nbsp; He sipped his drink again and his eyes glanced upwards at the ceiling, and the rooms above.&nbsp; "Uh... whatever you'd like for now I guess?
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 18:32:33</strong>
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				<em>Ruby - 11:15</em><br><br>She took be wine from Doc and took a sip. She watched as the man blushe when Doc called him a "wild man". Poor man looked more nervous than she did. She would take it slow and easy with this one, he looked like he might break in half with the wrong move. <br><br>"Chuck, you're call, we can sit and talk i that makes you feel more comfortable. I wouldn't want to rush things if you're not ready to head upstairs yet. I promise, I won't get bored and walk off if you only want to talk." Ruby would take it slow with him, didn't want to frighten off a client on her first night and get fired right off the bat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 18:37:12</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:16pm</em><br><br>Chuck smiled at Ruby.&nbsp; 'Whew' he thought, 'she might be new, but she wasn't as nervous as she first appeared.'&nbsp; He cleared his throat and held up his glass.&nbsp; How about we finish our drinks, then you can take me upstairs and give me a medical exam?&nbsp; I haven't been feeling well lately nurse and should probably get checked out... don't you think?"<br><br>He smiled and fished a twenty out of his wallet and set it on the bar for Doc.&nbsp; Five dollars a drink was actually not too expensive now a days when it came to drinks.&nbsp; You'd think that a brothel would be able to charge more, but Chuck wasn't going to complain.&nbsp; He supposed in a way that meant more money for the girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 20:27:38</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, 11:20</em><br><br>She sipped her wine and smiled when he said he wasn't feeling so well. "Oh well, then we should give you a thorough exam Chuck. We wouldn't want to miss anything. You just let nurse Ruby take care of you." She placed a hand on his knee. The wine was helping to loosen her up and make her feel a little bit looser. <br><br>"Meet me up in room number 4 and I'll make sure that I'll take good care of you." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and rose from the bar. She would head up first and get herself ready for him. She sauntered to the staircase and went to the room, it was just one of the regular rooms. It was funny, there were already "tools" and toys ready for her to&nbsp; "examine" Chuck. <br><br>So she now waited for him to come to her and have a little fun with her first client. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 22:12:22</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:22pm</em><br><br>Chuck looked around, hoping that Ruby would be as good as Indigo and Amethyst had been to him in the past.&nbsp; But at the same time he was excited to find out.&nbsp; He finished his vodka and coke and swirled the ice cubes around a little, giving her a few extra minutes.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he needed to do to get ready, but he could hear the floor boards creaking as she moved about, practically right above his head.&nbsp; He knew that any conversation above a whisper could be heard by anyone at the bar, but in a way that was even more exciting.<br><br>Setting the empty glass down next to the twenty, he nodded and smiled at Doc and then made his way back up the stairs.&nbsp; Tipping a wave to Bert, he made his way to room four.&nbsp; Entering the room he said, "Hello, nurse Ruby?&nbsp; I'm not feeling well, the Doc sent me to see you."&nbsp; &nbsp;His grin was wide and broad and he wondered what this new girl would have in store for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 12:56:24</strong>
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				<em>Dean Logan - 10:41pm - His home on East Broad Ave.</em><br><br>The light from the computer monitor illuminated his face in an eery blue glow, his glasses reflecting an impenetrable pale glare. He had been struggling to make ends meet, to pay all of his bills, but he'd be set now. For a while, at least. He stared at the account balance on his screen and sighed.<br><br>"Thanks, Dad" he said quietly.<br><br>It had been about three years since his old man had died, more than a decade since his mother passed. He was in this house alone, now, and alone more than ever in a shitty town like this. Dean couldn't stand these people. He couldn't take their fake smiles, those blatant lies they called greetings and small talk. New Harrisville Falls was a pimple upon the Earth, and the people within the oozing trail of puss.<br><br>Well, it was his birthday today, and according to his father's will, he could now have access to his inheritance. For such a poor man it was a surprising amount. Life insurance pays that much out, eh? Good thing it was a cheap funeral.<br><br>Dean stared at the screen, emotionless, stoic. He was twenty-one, and he just got a big helping of money. Shouldn't he celebrate? Shouldn't he have a drink? Go to a bar or something?<br><br>The sudden memory hit him. The smell of booze, the stuffy, claustrophobic atmosphere, the dim lights, the smell of sweat and even a few tears. That night he followed his Dad out to some hidden shack in the middle of a farm field. The night his old man hit him and, for the first time, made him afraid.<br><br>Dean stood up, slipped his denim coat over his shoulders, grabbed his wallet and keys and stepped out of his house. He didn't know why, but it just seemed too perfect. His birthday, Dad's inheritance...why not celebrate with a trip to...what was it called? The Fucking Something. He hopped on his bike and began pedaling down the road. The cool breeze in his face, the soft clicking of the bike chain, it was all too familiar. Like yesterday his memories returned, retracing his steps, almost seeing his father's tail lights ahead in the distance.<br><br><em>Dean Logan - 11:25pm - The Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>There it was. That familiar neon sign glowing in the blackness of the field. One of the letters was blinking now. It wasn't like that before.<br><br>Dean hopped off of his bike and looked around. This place was practically hidden in the field, with no signs or ads to point the way. If you were lucky you'd see the glow of the sign from the road, but even that was unlikely. Just what was this place? Was it part of Aderbrook? Nah, Aderbrook was still about ten miles out. The closest town was New Harrisville, but there's no way it was part of the township.<br><br>He shrugged, leading his bike to the decently sized shack. There was no place to chain his bike it seemed, but Dean didn't really see the need. Why steal a bike when there are plenty of cars around? Especially a slightly rusted old piece of crap.<br><br>Dean approached the front door. His heart was suddenly beating rather fast, thumping in his chest. Why was he so nervous? What was he expected? With palms slick with sweat, he reached out and grabbed hold of the door knob, stepping inside.<br><br>"Hello, nurse Ruby? I'm not feeling well, the Doc sent me to see you." He briefly saw the back of some older man, a bit on the soggy side, and a woman dressed in...was that a nurse uniform? Too late, the door shut behind them. He shook his head, closing the door behind him. Aside from that this place looked pretty empty. There were a couple more closed doors, not much in the way of noise though. For the time being at least. The stench of nicotine and alcohol in the air was familiar, but it seemed weaker. Or maybe he wasn't so sensitive to it as an adult?<br><br>He took a few tentative steps forward. Did he go downstairs? Last time he didn't have to, but maybe... He looked around the room for any sort of hint, an indication as to what he was supposed to do, and nearly jumped as his eyes finally fell on a rather large man in the corner. The tall black man eyed Dean with what looked to be suspicion.<br><br>"Um, hello," Dean stammered, feeling a bit silly for jumping. Was that racist? Did he do something stupid? Did this man think that Dean thought him a criminal? Harrisville Falls was so whitewashed, he wasn't even aware there were any minorities in the place. He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm just umm..."<br><br>There it was. Recognition. He <em>had actually seen</em> this man before. At the gas station. He applied for a job there some time last year. His eyes grew wide in realization.<br><br>"Hey, I know you!" He said, almost in excitement. "You're um...you're..." He waved his finger, trying to remember...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Legendary</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 14:35:49</strong>
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				<em>10:22 P.M. Home of Jack and Mona Matheson</em><br><br>Jack made his way upstairs to bed, hoping by some chance that his wife would still be awake and able to "service him" properly. It wasn't likely. The way the days went recently meant that his wife would be in a deep sleep and he would have to venture off to his second home in order to satisfy his needs. <br><br>Dinner had been left on the stove, made around 4:30 even though Jack never got home until well after 6:00. There was no cold beer in the fridge and the house was in disarray. For a woman who didn't work and had about two responsibilities he could think of off hand, he couldn't reason what Mona did while he worked to support them. <br><br>He had dined on cold dinner and washed it down with warm beer. No doting wife waiting at the door for him. Instead, as he made his way up the stairs to shower, Jack had found his wife already in bed in a nightgown that would've suited a woman twice her age. <br><br>What little spark they seemed to have in their marriage had long ago been snuffed out and now all Jack was left with was a shell of his old wife. Making his way up the stairs, Jack poked his head into the bedroom to find the familiar sight of his wife sleeping soundly. Shaking his head, Jack pulled out his keys from the front pocket of his jeans and headed for the front door. If Mona wasn't going to help him, he'd help himself.<br><br><em>Fucking Gulch...later that night.</em><br><br>There it was before him. Fucking Gulch. Jack's source of refuge from a sexless household. His eyes took in the features of the outside. It looked modest from the outside, but inside it held the secrets only those who frequented it knew about. He considered himself lucky enough to be one of them. His business afforded Jack the opportunity to handle generally hefty sums of cash at all times and he used that money to fund his frequent visits to the Gulch. <br><br>Hopping out of his truck, Jack made his way inside. He realized he was a little later than usual tonight which unfortunately meant he might have to wait for service. One thing he was sure of was Bert greeting him when he entered. With Jack's more frequent visits as of late, he felt like Bert was an actual friend. The two always exchanged pleasantries and it seemed that Bert did what he could to make sure that Jack always found the right woman as quickly as possible.<br><br>"Good evening, Bert," Jack started but was surprised to see a fresh face at the Gulch who was commanding Bert's attention. Instead or lingering, Jack made his way down to the bar in hopes of finding a woman who was free and for the taking. Wearing a flannel button down shirt and a pair of jeans, he looked more suited for work than he did for play, but because he was in such a hurry to get away from his wife, he hadn't bothered changing.<br><br>Unlike many of the patrons of Fucking Gulch, Jack didn't have a favorite or someone he strongly preferred over anyone else. If he wanted to fuck the same woman over and over again, he would just find himself another wife. He liked switching from girl to girl, although he hadn't had his share of everyone just yet. He just needed to get off and whatever woman he was summoned to was going to be the one he would take. He wasn't about to get picky...not after the night he had.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 16:26:37</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, Room 4 11:25</em><br><br>And there he was, telling her that he was sick and that he needed a remedy to feel better. "Ah, well then, you should lie on the bed, tell me where it hurts so I can take care of your ills. Perhaps take your clothes off so I can do an full exam on you." <br><br>She moved about the room and gathered some of her "tools" to do an exam with and waited for him to get comfortable on the bed. She oozed sex as she circled the end of the bed, watching him. She leaned over, her breasts heaving from her outfit. <br><br>"Are you ready for you exam- Chuck?" Ruby kissed him on the forehead and put a stethoscope in her ears, placing the disk on his chest. "Breathe deeply so I can check your lungs." She smiled wide, already getting wet, even if it was her first night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 16:33:17</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:28pm</em><br><br>Chuck stripped down to his boxers and folded his clothing and set them aside.&nbsp; Then he lay back on the bed, his eyes on the gorgeous young 'nurse' moved about the room with her tight outfit.&nbsp; One part of his mind wondered what this woman did when she wasn't working here.&nbsp; But Chuck knew the rules.&nbsp; You never asked such questions, never offered, he'd just pretend she was a nurse.<br><br>"Ive been getting this tight pain," Chuck said, "You know... down there.&nbsp; Its this pressure, this need... I um... Its like I can't control myself sometimes."<br><br>He lay on the bed and then breathed in deeply, his cock already stiffening under his boxer shorts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her breasts were magnificent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 17:00:20</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, Room 4 11:30 p.m.</em><br><br>She listened to his breathing and his heart. "Good strong sounds. Now you say the pressure is down here?" Her hands brushed over his boxers and she could feel how hard he was. <br><br>"Perhaps, we should remove the boxers so I can get a better look." Ruby knelt between his legs on the bed and pulled th boxers down to reveal his hard cock. "Oh My, seems there is just too much pressure there.&nbsp; Let me see if I can held with that." <br><br>Her hands wrapped around his cock as she began to stroke him, He was quite large, and very sexy as he lay there. Her hands worked over him from base to tip, also gently stroking his sack every few seconds. <br><br>"Hmm, that doesn't seem to be working, maybe an oral exam may be in order." Ruby leaned over him as her perfect lips parted. Her mouth slip over him like silk, taking all of him inside her mouth, all the way to the base. Soon she was sucking up and down him, her tongue doing circles around his rigid shaft. Yes, the wine had loosened her up, and Ruby was in ful swing with her new job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 17:06:05</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - room 4</em><br><br>Chuck moaned as Ruby's lips, their color matching her name, wrapped around the crown of his dick.&nbsp; He gripped the sheets of the bed that he lay on as she began to suck him.&nbsp; "Oh nurse yes, that definitely helps... that feels much much better already."<br><br>He reached up and pulled a pillow down, propping his head up so he could watch her.&nbsp; He moaned again and said, "I knew this was going to be the right place to come, my old doctor never understood my needs."<br><br>He let his hands roam down, touching whatever part of her body he could reach.&nbsp; After several minutes of the blowjob he cried out, "Nurse, it's not working, it's only making the pressure worse!&nbsp; I think I'll need some other form of treatment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 17:15:40</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, room 4 - Taking care of her patient</em><br><br>She looked up at him as she sucked his cock, watching as he made himself comfortable. Her mouth worked up and down him as he complimented her. He tasted quite delicious to her, and she began to moan over his cock. <br><br>She had to smirk to herself when he exclaimed that&nbsp; her exam wasn't working, and her lips pulled off him with a *pop*. "Oh,then maybe we'll have to try something else." She slip from the bed, left her uniform on, but reached under it and slid her red thong off. She threw it to the floor and climbed back up between his thighs. <br><br>"I think I have the right medicine for you Chuck." She straddled his hips, her wet pussy just inches from his cock. Every so slowly, she inched down, soon his cock head was inside of her and she moaned softly. Ruby kept going until her whole body enveloped his cock. She shifted a bit, then looked down at him, "I think this will help your 'issue'." <br><br>Soon, she was going up and down him, making sure Chuck felt as good as she could make him feel.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 17:21:30</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - room 4</em><br><br>Chuck moaned as the ruby lipped prostitute slid down his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was so tight, but hot and wet, perfect.&nbsp; The fact that Chuck could just lie back and let her do all the work made it all the better.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he was laying on his back, his small paunchy belly didn't get in the way of his view.<br><br>"Ohh yes nurse ruby, that seems to be working much better.&nbsp; &nbsp;Can you pull the hem of your dress up for me?&nbsp; I like to watch the procedure as it happens!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Chuck managed to avoid chuckiling at his own joke, but he really wanted to see her snatch as she bounced up and down on his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Rush Hour</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:10:39</strong>
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				<em>Bert: October 15th 2011 11:12 PM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Business usually picked up around eleven at The Gulch, tonight was no exception. Chuck came in and made nervous conversation for a few minutes. Bert found it comical sometimes how people felt like they needed to make nice with him before they could go about their business. It wasn’t like his job was quality control, and if it was, Chuck would probably have cause for being nervous. As it was, there was no reason for it, as long as the money was all there, Bert couldn’t care less.<br><br>Not ten minutes after Chuck dropped his deposit and made his way down to the Basement, Miss Mary entered. Bert marked her arrival at 11:30 and smiled warmly when she said his name.<br><br>“Evenin’ Miss Mary.” Bert smiled, allowing the nervous beauty to squeeze his hand before passing off a stack of bills. “Go on ahead to Number Two, Miss Mary. I’ll send somebody in to see you in just a few minutes.”<br><br>As Mary made her way to the back of the building, Miss Ruby made her way to Number Four to presumably get set up for Chuck. This too was noted in the ledger once Chuck followed. Amethyst was on Mary’s heels before long and for the moment it seemed that all of the clients were taken care of, or at least on their way to being “Taken Care Of”.<br><br>Just as Bert heard the door on Number Four close, the front door opened. The youngster that stepped inside wasn’t a client that Bert recognized, at least not from The Gulch. The youngster looked about as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair shop as he walked into the room. Even though Bert didn’t recognize him, it didn’t stop the youth from trying to place where he knew Bert from. Bert just shook his head and wagged a finger at him.<br><br>“No you don’t.” Bert’s deep voice insisted, not exactly hostile, but definitely not flexible on this matter. “In here, nobody uses real names. And even if you do know me from out there, you ain’t supposed to say so in here. Can you live with that?”<br><br>“First, you gotta go talk to Mr. Harris. He’ll get you fixed up with a… a-” Damnit, what was the word? “Suitor-Name. Then once you’re registered with him, I’ll get you on the books and book you a room. Go on down to the basement, Doc will point you in the right direction.”<br><br>Bert wasn’t stupid, just simple and a little slow with words. He kept remarkable books (in spite of his terrible penmanship), taught by his son and years of running his own business; but without a proper education, big words like pseudonym sometimes tongue tied him.<br><br>“Go on, it’s okay.” Bert assured the youngster, motioning him toward the stairs and smiling his best attempt at a reassuring smile.<br><br>No sooner did Bert point the new kid in the right direction, than Mister Phil arrived. Bert greeted him in passing as he made his way down to the bar after wishing Bert a good evening. There was a problem though.<br><br>“Um, Phil… <strong>Phil!</strong>” Bert called after him, making his voice ring through every corner of the house, this was his serious voice. “You’re forgetting something important.”<br><br>As Mister Phil came back, looking more than a little bit nervous, Bert held out his hand. Bert’s open palm made conspicuous by the absence of Phil’s deposit.<br><br>“What’s wrong with this picture?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:13:34</strong>
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				<em>Ruby room 4- caring for her patient</em><br><br>She was tight, not a virgin, Ruby hadn't had many lovers, only one actually, and he wasn't all that good. Her body rose and fell over Chuck, her muscles squeezing his cock&nbsp; to milk him for the full effect. <br><br>"Oh But of course, anything to make my patient feel better." Ruby started to unbutton her uniform and revealed her perfect round orbs first. The were firm and barely bounced as she rode her first client. She then continued down until the entire uniform was off, revealing her perfectly clean pussy. Her blond hair fell perfectly over her shoulders as her body glided up and down him.<br><br>"Feeling better Sir?" She cooed as she took Chuck to the heights of pleasure. She knew she wanted to keep him coming back for more, and would do everything to please her first patient.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:41:47</strong>
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				<em>Dean Logan - 11:30pm - The Fucking Gulch, 1st Floor</em><br><br>Dean looked a bit curiously at this tall man, pondering. He started to hear some muffled conversation from the room to the side, the room with the naughty nurse. He didn't quite know what to expect originally, but he was quickly starting to get the idea. He smirked, shaking his head.<br><br>"I gotcha," he nodded to this tall man. "So what do I call y-"<br><br>"Um, Phil...<strong>PHIL!</strong>" The large man stopped the next guy who entered. Dean almost recognized this fellow, too. Might have been from his time stocking shelves at the local Wal-Mart? Maybe. His quiet voice was lost in the conversation, but he took note of the proceedings. Pay as you enter, it seems.<br><br>"Right. I'll get your name on the way out," Dean shrugged, turning towards the stair case, talking to no one in particular. He slowly descended the staircase, the scent of booze becoming stronger. It was a familiar smell, yet somehow...classier. It was like if his father were a much more refined alcoholic. Indeed, the downstairs were much more posh looking than the entrance, with comfy chairs, colorful lighting, and a rather elegant bar with a man some would call handsome. Hell, some? Nah, he's the sort of guy women certainly dream about.<br><br>With a heavy sigh Dean took a seat at the bar, knocking on the wood. What should he do? What was customary in this circumstance? He'd never really bought alcohol before, and now that he was twenty-one...ah! Proof of age! He suddenly reached into his jeans pocket, grasping a bit awkwardly at his wallet, fiddling for his driver's license.<br><br>"So you're this...Doc? Doc, right?" He said, pulling the license from his wallet. "Big and tall upstairs said to ask you for Mr. Harris. Or about Mr. Harris. Something"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:51:38</strong>
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				<em>Desdemona Pratz - 11.25 PM - arriving at the Gulch</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Ferrari-599.jpg)</div>Desdemona turned up the old gravel driveway that led from the street towards the shack in the middle of the field. From up here it didn’t look like much. Not that the old home looked any better from up close. Apart from the neon sign he had put up years before Joshua Harris hadn’t spent a dime on the Gulch’s exterior. All the money had gone into renovating the interior. <br><br>Her car – a two month old Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano she had gotten for her birthday – wasn’t very fond of the uneven and narrow little ‘road’ that led from the main road to the battered field of earth that was supposed to be the Gulch’s parking lot. This was truly what Desdemona loathed most about the place and she couldn’t understand why the old man wouldn’t spend a few thousand dollars on improving that aspect of his establishment, but she had no say in matters here…<br><br>She found an empty place near the end of the lot and got out and locked her car. Unlike most of the other girls, she didn’t drive into work already dressed for the occasion. She couldn’t risk her mom or dad or someone on her father’s house staff catching her in some skimpy outfit as she drove off to the Gulch. Part of her work attire stayed at the Gulch at all times, and whatever she needed from home, she brought along instead of putting on beforehand. <br><br>The dark-haired beauty slipped into the back door and stood in the empty changing area. Based upon the sounds coming from below and up front, quite a few clients had arrived already. Desdemona stepped out of the tight pair of bleached denim pants and unbuttoned the crème-colored simple blouse she had on. She also stripped off her boyshorts and the plain wireless bra she was wearing underneath and replaced them with a ruby pair of thong panties and a berry gloss push-up bra. She finished her work attire with a pair of ruby four inch stilettos. Old Man Harris was wise enough to keep the place hot enough throughout winter and summer to make sure his girls never were cold, no matter how few clothes they wore.<br><br>Desdemona briefly checked her reflection in the mirror, arching her back and pulling in her belly and she liked what she saw. She put her regular clothes in the locker that had been assigned to her, and then was off downstairs. Her first stop in the lounge was always to say hello to Doc, and her ritual included having a whiskey-cola to start the night. She moved to the attractive bartender and bent over the counter to press two kisses onto his cheeks. “Good evening <em>sexy</em>… looks like we have a good crowd already… The usual, please.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 18:59:54</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - room 4</em><br><br>Chuck's hands came up to clasp Ruby's tight young tits.&nbsp; He groaned again as she rode his dick.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't too long before he was squeezing tighter and panting, and then after too long he moaned loudly and lifted his hips.&nbsp; He came softly, groaning and moaning in pleasure.<br><br>Then letting his hips fall back to the bed he sighed and relaxed, letting Ruby come off his body.&nbsp; "Thank you Nurse Ruby, my condition seems to be all better.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll have to come back for a follow up some time soon!"<br><br>He panted and lay on the bed satisfied.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking over at the clock he noticed it was still before midnight.&nbsp; This had been a quick visit to the gulch, but very very satisfying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 19:10:01</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, room 4, finishing</em><br><br>Her back arched as he grabbed her breasts, he had nice hands, not too rough against her skin. She chuckled to herself when he came so quickly, it was obvious that Chuck was a two minute man! <br><br>She crawled off him and sat next to him on the bed, "You are so welcome, anytime you need a follow up, you know where to find me." She kissed his cheek and rose from the bed. She had noticed a small bathroom and it had a stall shower in it. <br><br>"Take your time darlin', gonna go wash up if that's ok with you." She then slipped inside cleaning herself up for the next client she might have this evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 19:17:03</strong>
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				<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:50 - room 4</em><br><br>Chuck picked up his clothing and smiled to himself.&nbsp; He hadn't lasted very long, but really it was quite understandable.&nbsp; &nbsp;He snatched a towel off the stand under the bedside table for client use.&nbsp; He didn't want to put his clothing back on till he took a quick shower in the client bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;Heading to the bathroom he walked in and saw Ruby in the tiny client bathroom.<br><br>"Oh, pardon me Miss Ruby, they must not have told you."&nbsp; He pointed towards the hallway to the west, "Thats the employee area, there's showers back there.&nbsp; This is the client bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'd offer to shower with you, but this shower stall is pretty small you understand?"<br><br>Chuck would wait for her if she was too embarrassed to go to the employee bathroom, but he sot of hoped she wasn't.&nbsp; He wanted to shower and get home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 19:23:38</strong>
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				<em>Mary Magdeline - Headed to Room 2 - Spotting Amethyst</em><br><br>The sound of her sister-in-law's voice caused her to stumble, and Mary almost shuddered at the realization of what this meant. She had often seen Amethyst within the Fucking Gulch but she had thought that they had an unspoken rule of 'Don't bother me, I won't bother you.' Apparently not. She felt color quickly sting her cheek, knowing that for tonight...this night...Amethyst was not going to be anything more than a whore.<br><br>But how was she going to sit next to her at church on Sunday?<br><br>"Amethyst," Mary's voice was soft, shy as they both entered Room 2, her hands trembling. She looked around, at anywhere but her sister in law and murmured softly, "Are you sure you wish to be with me tonight, Amethyst? There are many other clients available..." She was giving her a way out...not breaking the rule of the brothel but still making it silently clear that if she wanted to back out of this...she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 19:35:46</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, room 4</em><br><br>She just giggled as he entered the bathroom. "Oh my seems like I've made a mistake. Sorry." She popped from the shower and wrapped herself up. She brushed past him and smiled. <br><br>She gathered her things and left him in the room and headed to the employees shower area, still trying to learn all the ins and outs of the Gulch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 20:48:48</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst. Room 2.</strong><br><br>Amethyst smiled as her sister-in-law blushed and offered her that way out. She didn't want a way out, it had taken her a long time to be able to approach Mary and she wasn't going to back down now. "I know there are more clients out there, but I chose to approach you, Mary. You could always refuse to be with me, but do you really want to do that? I really think you'd enjoy yourself." It wasn't a threat, at all, she only meant that she'd seen the way her sister-in-law had always looked at her when her brother wasn't around.<br><br>The potential embarrassment factor didn't bother Amethyst anymore, she was a whore and couldn't afford the luxury of being modest or shy. She didn't like having to depend on others giving her money. Both her sister-in-law and her brother had tried to get her to accept money from them, but she'd always liked making her own money and would do anything she had to do to make sure that Jayden never went without.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:05:48</strong>
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				<em>Mary - Room 2 w/ Amethyst</em><br><br>No way out. Amethyst wanted Mary...and try as she might, Mary wanted Amethyst. She was the only whore that she hadn't bee with yet, save for the new girls that came through. Ever since learning that her husband's sister was a whore at the brothel, she hadn't been able to look at her the same way. Clothes that she wore were suddenly much tighter than she remembered...and try as she might, she had been checking her out more often. This was inevitable.<br><br>"No no," Mary said quickly, "I...want...I'm okay with this." She ran her hands up and down her jeans before she nodded to the bed. "There are som rules...before we begin." She couldn't look at Amethyst, not until she went through her rules and her demands. She said quietly, "We don't...touch. You lay on the bed and do as I instruct. Then...you tell me how it feels." She finally raised her eyes and looked at her sister in law, her tone serious, eyes clouded with sudden lust. "Agreed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:09:44</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 11.30 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>Doc polished the bar and smiled as a new face came to greet him.&nbsp; It wasn't often he saw new faces around here... and this was a new one.&nbsp; He didn't even recognize the boy from his normal life.&nbsp; So the kid couldn't be one of his patients.&nbsp; Doc wondered idily if the guy was new to town.&nbsp; The kid held out an ID, that was odd.<br><br>Doc took it and looked at it curiously, "Well now Billy, it's your birthday?"&nbsp; Doc turned and called out to everyone in the basement lounge,&nbsp; "Hey everyone, say hello to Billy, it's his birthday!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc turned back to the kid and said, "Billy... billy the kid... get it?"&nbsp; &nbsp;His grin was open and honest and he gestured at the door along the west wall.&nbsp; Go on through there, knock on the door to the left.&nbsp; That's the bosses office.&nbsp; He needs to square you away before anything else.&nbsp; Capische?"<br><br>Doc playfully slugged Dean on the shoulder, "When you're done come on back out here, first drink is on me, consider it a birthday gift."&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc winked and then gestured to the far door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:16:01</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - October 15th 2011 – 11.35 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>As Doc shooed the kid off to see old man Harris, the sultry brunette, Miss Orchid, came up and kissed him on each cheek.<br><br>"Evenin Miss Orchid," Doc said with a happy smile on his face.&nbsp; He had taken quite a few turns with Orchid since she'd come to work here and knew that she did it more for the love of the game then for money, like most of the other working girls here.&nbsp; There was something about that Doc could respect.&nbsp; Of course he knew she was and why she did this, but he never judged her.&nbsp; Pouring her drink he nodded, "Yup, good crowd tonight, I've seen busier Saturdays of course."<br><br>He winked at the sultry sex pot and whispered, "of course it's better now that you're here."&nbsp; then he toasted her with his bottle of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:21:41</strong>
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				<em>"Billy" - Dean Logan - 11:30pm - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>Dean looked up in surprise as the bartender announced his birthday. He hung his head, blushing a bit. He didn't like being the focus of attention. He preferred to just slink into the shadows, go unnoticed, a quiet observer. Now everyone in the room was looking at him.<br><br>"Go on through there," Doc motioned towards the west wall, "knock on the door to the left.&nbsp; That's the bosses office.&nbsp; He needs to square you away before anything else.&nbsp; Capische?" Dean nodded, nothing but a slight, quiet grunt as he was at a loss for words, and completely taken aback as the man suddenly gave him a slug on the arm. "Go on through there, knock on the door to the left.&nbsp; That's the bosses office.&nbsp; He needs to square you away before anything else.&nbsp; Capische?"<br><br>The man's smile was certainly warm and genuine, but Dean wasn't sure he liked it. Not right now, at least. He snatched his ID back, stuffing it into his wallet, before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"Thanks," he said quietly, though not exactly gratefully. In addition to the men entering from the floor above, there were a pair of women sitting by the bar, smiling and looking at him. Too many eyes, too many people smiling at him as if they knew him, as if they were all pals. Maybe he shouldn't have come here. Maybe this was just like the town, everyone changing their masks for new ones.<br><br>He hurried forward to the office door, knocking on it. "Enter" a man called from the other side. He stepped in, seeing this older man shifting through some papers. The office smelled like a cigar box and cheap whiskey soaked in dust. "Close the door, have a seat" the older man didn't even look up at Dean. He did as he was told, pulling a chair back, sitting in it. Why was he nervous? It felt like a job interview. Is this what his old man did down here? Other than getting drunk and checking out boobs, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:27:47</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst. Room 2 with Mary.</strong><br><br><br>There was a bright smile upon Amethyst's lips as Mary explained her rules. She could deal with that and she settled down onto the bed. She saw the lust clouding Mary's eyes and it excited her. She looked up at Mary and grinned a little. "What would you like me to do?" She whispered in that seductive and undeniably southern accent.<br><br>She was a little dismayed that there would be no touching except of herself, but maybe one day Amethyst would be able to touch Mary in the way she wanted to so badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:38:26</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - October 15th 2011 – 11.35 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>She took a sip from her drink and slid onto one of the bar stools. She smiled at Doc's remark and answered,<strong> "Isn't it always, sweetie?" </strong><br>Her eyes had followed the kid as he went over to Old Man Harris’ office. No doubt a first timer, it could be fun to take those for a spin, even though this one looked especially green to her. <br><br>She wouldn’t jump right into it anyway, she liked to finish her drink and observe the room first. Doc was right, it was slow for a Saturday night, but things might pick up soon, hopefully. Most of the ones already in there were regulars, but that also meant that many of them wouldn’t necessarily choose to use the services of one of the girls. <br><br>After Old Man Harris had his head nagged off by some of the regulars for the right to just hang out in the lounge for a more reasonable fee and then pay extra when and if they decided to go upstairs with one of the girls, he had allowed it. They paid a quarter of the regular fee, but they bought that privilege by first making twelve proper visits to the Gulch. So every gentleman who was idly hanging around the lounge had spent a good chunk of change at the brothel already. Joshua Harris was no man’s fool…<br><br>A couple of the men clustered around her quickly and she spent the next fifteen minutes finishing her drink and listening to a monologue of compliments Thomas Jefferson – another rather haughty pseudonym – directed her way. “Thomas” was really Eunuch Kaminski, the owner of the town’s hardware store and a man who was well into his fifties. His hair was gone but for a band of gray that ran from above his ears around to the back of his head. He had grey-blue eyes that always seemed to have a mischievous twinkle about them.&nbsp; His arms were muscular and there was only the first hint of a belly. From the little private time she had spent with him the week prior, she also knew he had a very healthy sexual appetite for a man his age. <br><br>She could easily entice him back for another round if she wanted to, and perhaps she would do just that later that night. Even though he did not look like Adonis, he was certainly one of the better lovers amongst their clientele, with a big desire for - and a matching skill to - give oral. But Desdemona decided to wait it out a little longer and see who might turn up still. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:40:15</strong>
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				<em>Mary in Room 2 w/ Amethyst</em><br><br>Now that the rules had been laid out, Mary wasted no time in running her eyes over Amethyst's figure, her lips parted, breathing a bit faster in excitement. She swallowed hard before she moved to the chair by the wall and sat down, eyes remaining trained on the whore on the bed. She played with the curly ends of her hair as she murmured huskily, "Undress for me. I...I want to see you."<br><br>Suddenly she had another important, serious question to ask her, "Am I your first client tonight, Amethyst?" She wanted to know if she would have her first...she rather liked the idea of being her first this evening...even if they weren't going to do anything. -_-
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:47:37</strong>
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				<em>Doc - 11:40pm - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>Doc turned back to the scruffy landscaper.&nbsp; He knew the man's name was Jack Matheson, and it was kind of hard to hide who you were when you showed up in a truck with your name and business spray painted on the side.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much so that doc couldn't remember what the man preferred to be called by.<br><br>"Sorry, the new kid distracted me," he said as he got the landscaper another beer, "you were right in the middle of telling me something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:51:33</strong>
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				<em>Old Man Harris - Basement office - 11.32</em><br><br>Joshua looked up from his papers and saw a young man standing in front of him, lingering for a bit after he had told him to sit down. Finally the kid did sit down and Joshua now turned his attention to him. <strong>"You're new here..."</strong> It wasn't a question, just an observation. <strong>"I assume Doc will have given you the short version of our rules?"</strong> He lighted a match and brought it to his half-smoked cigar and puffed some life back into it. <strong>"It's pretty simple kid. Remember it all and we'll get along famously. Mess up, and you'll be kicked out... for good."</strong><br><br><strong>"First rule... There are no real names to be used in the Gulch. Ask the girls for their stage names, do not address them with their real names, even if you know them personally. Likewise they will not address you with your real name. You will choose a pseudonym and use that to present yourself both to the girls, our staff and any of the other guests. Understood?"</strong> He checked for a moment to see if the kid was paying attention and then continued.<br><br><strong>"Secondly, you will pay Bert the standard fee upon your arrival. Fee is 250 bucks. For that you get access to all the public areas and the promise of the company of one of our girls. If you want anything special, that is negotiable with either the girl herself or Bert. But it'll cost extra."</strong> He took another puff of his cigar and continued. <strong>"If you become a regular here, we will give you the opportunity to just hang around the lounge for a quarter of the normal fee. You then only pay extra once you take one of the girls to a room. It takes twelve visits to earn that right though."</strong> He took a marker and readied it to write the new client's pseudonym down in his book. <strong>"So what name will you use, kid?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 21:59:08</strong>
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				<em>Ruby - Basement Lounge, 11:45</em><br><br>She was all cleaned up from her little jaunt with her first client. She sauntered into the now busy lounge and saddled up to the bar. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Doc and waved to him for another glass of wine. This would be her last, three was her limit. <br><br>She scanned the lounge and waited for another to come to her and take her to a room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:02:23</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst in room 2 with Mary</strong><br><br>Amethyst smiled as she lay upon the bed and Mary told her to undress. She ran her hands down the front of the lingerie she was wearing and moved them slowly to the straps. She pushed them down, one at a time, before slipping the negligee down and off. She did all of this slowly and teasingly before pushing it down over her hips and tossing it to the floor. Amethyst was completely naked now, her pussy was bare as she went to get waxed every week. It was a necessity in her line of work. Her breasts were all natural, perfectly round and slightly less perky than they were before she'd had her son, but they were still damn near perfect.<br><br>"Would you like me to keep the heels on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:04:02</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - 11.52 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>Doc raised an eyebrow as Ruby re-entered the basement lounge.&nbsp; "That was quick," he commented as he poured her another glass of wine and made a tally next to her name on his list under the bar.&nbsp; He never charged the girls, just kept track of their drinks.&nbsp; Accounts would be settled later.&nbsp; Plus it let him keep track of whether or not they were safe to drive home.&nbsp; It was one of his other jobs to make sure that they didn't leave here at the end of the night too drunk.<br><br>He smiled at Ruby, "Chuck is usually pretty quick though, he likes to get in, get off, get out."&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled and looked around at the lounge.&nbsp; There was a fair mix of customers, and everyone seemed relaxed and comfortable.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some music was playing quietly, someone had turned on the stereo, but thankfully they kept the volume low.&nbsp; Doc hated it when he had to correct people and turn it back down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:14:00</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, Basement lounge- 11:55</em><br><br>She laughed at doc's comment about Chuck. "You aren't kidding, that man came and ran. I didn't even get you well, you know." She blushed at the fact she had had an orgasm herself during her session. Discussing things with her "real" boss, still made her blush and even though she knew she shouldn't be that way, Ruby knew deep down, she had feelings for "Doc".<br><br>"Looks like a busy night, is it always like this?" She had noticed that Amethyst was gone, probably in a room now, and saw a lot of men milling about. Some faces seemed familiar, but there were a few that she wasn't familiar with yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:15:29</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - 11:35pm - Basement Office</em><br><br>Dean nodded as a list of rules were given out. This might be a problem. Two-hundred and fifty bucks? He didn't even know if he had that much on him now. Did he come all this way just to head home?<br><br>"So what name will you use, kid?" Josh asked him. Dean shrugged, digging into his pocket for his wallet.<br><br>"I dunno," he said, dismissively. "You and Doc Oc outside seemed to like calling me a kid, so why not that?" His tone was subtle in its sarcasm. He managed to open up his wallet, pulling all he had in there. A crinkled up twenty, a five and a couple of ones. He sighed and leaned back. "Crap..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:22:01</strong>
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				<em>Old Man Harris - Basement office - 11.32</em><br><br>Joshua Harris groaned. <strong>"No credit here, Kid. If you want to play, you gotta pay. Come back when you have the dough on you, don't waste all of our time."</strong> He made a dismissive hand gesture to signal the conversation was over. <strong>"Go back upstairs to Bert and he'll let you back out."</strong> He took another drag from his cigar and quietly observed the young man leaving his office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:28:42</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - 11.56 PM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>"Actually," Doc said, "its about average for a saturday night.&nbsp; &nbsp;We have some clients that come in from as far away as Geneva on the weekends."&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc casually mentioned the slightly larger town about an hour drive from New Harrisville Falls.&nbsp; He continued after sipping on his bottled water, "A few of the people here aren't guys looking for a party.&nbsp; Some of them," he nodded his head at two men sitting on the couches talking rather animatedly, "are such regulars that they come here even when they aren't planning on partying with our girls.&nbsp; They just like hanging out and listening to whats going on around on the other floors.&nbsp; &nbsp;The walls and floors are very thin here.&nbsp; Speaking of which, good work giving Chuck his 'treatment.'"<br><br>Doc winked at Ruby and whispered, "and if you can't find satisfaction with one of your clients tonight... well... maybe before we close up for the night, you and I will go off to one of the rooms.&nbsp; If you like I mean," he added quickly, "I always pay, I'm not suggesting you give me a freebie.&nbsp; &nbsp;But I like to partake as well from time to time."&nbsp; Doc secretly was hoping she'd be excited about the idea.&nbsp; He would love to fuck the woman who worked for him during the day.&nbsp; It might make things a little odd around the office, but he would handle that problem when he came to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:39:22</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - 11:40pm - Basement Office</em><br><br>Dean sighed, stuffing the money back in his wallet. He could feel his face growing hot, though he wasn't quite sure why. What was he expecting here? Did he actually want something? He didn't know. In fact, he did know something. He couldn't get out of here fast enough. <em>Thanks, Dad, for making me miserable even after death</em>. He got up, sneering at Harris as he turned.<br><br>"Have a nice day," he said quietly, stepping out. He shut the office door behind him and bee-lined straight for the stairs. He glanced towards Doc. "Y'know you guys should consider getting an ATM in here," he said. "Not like you give out pamphlets or anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:43:21</strong>
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				<em>Ruby, Basement Lounge, 11:57</em><br><br>She hadn't realized just how popular this place was until Doc informed her that men from the next town came there as well. There was still a lot for Ruby to learn about the Gulch, and it looked like Doc was as good as a guide as anyone. <br><br>"So you liked how I took care of Chuck, a little TLC treatment." She leaned into the bar with a smirk on her face as she sipped her wine. "I want to make sure all my 'patients' fell special, like they are the only one I have eyes for." She licked her lips at him, then heard his proposal of having her for the night as well.<br><br>"My , My Doc, well, then I will have to take you up on that offer. See just what you're made of." She ran her finger down his cheek being playful with him. Truth was she was hot for him, her thong already wet from sitting there and toying with him.&nbsp; Her stomach got butterflies as she fantasized about her boss taking her an having his way with her in bed. Yes, Ruby could not wait for Doc to just take her, throw her on the bed and have his way with her tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:43:46</strong>
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				<em>Mary w/ Amethyst in Room 2</em><br><br>Once Amethyst began to remove her lingerie, Mary was lost to the old feelings. She had felt a bit embarrased when Amethyst hadn't answered her question, reminding her that there were some questions that the whores did not need to answer. But when Amethyst began to strip, her eyes were hungry as they watched her, famished to view all of her sister in law's body. A tremor of desire ran donw her spine as more of Amethyst body was exposed, breathing harder. She was beautiful. Her sister in law had a body that was naturally attractive. She swallowed hard, a soft whimper escaping her, "Yes...please...keep them on."<br><br>She dug her fingernails into her palms as she squeezed her hands into fists, asking huskily, "Could you...spread your legs wide. Lay down on the bed and bend your knees..." This view would open up Amethy's shaved sex, it would bare her and expose her to Mary's lustful gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:47:25</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - 12.00 AM - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>Doc chuckled as Ruby touched him.&nbsp; Good, she was either into him or playing the role well.&nbsp; Either way he thought he might be seeing her tonight.&nbsp; "Well I..." he paused as the young kid came out of Harris's office.<br><br>He listened to the kid, "Yeah, sorry about that, No ATM.&nbsp; Can't be on the grid you know.&nbsp; Besides, would be kind of hard to explain wouldn't it?"&nbsp; <br><br>He saw the kid heading for the stairs and waved him over instead.&nbsp; "Listen I'm sure Old Man Harris told you to get, but come have a drink on me.&nbsp; Then come on back when you have a little extra cash.&nbsp; Least I can do for you on your birthday.&nbsp; Plus it will give me a chance to explain the rules of the place incase you didn't get them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:00:12</strong>
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				"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Approx. Midnight - Basement Lounge<br><br>Dean took his first step up the stairs, but paused. His fingers gripped onto the railing. Why should he have a drink? This was just another place his father got drunk...on more than just alcohol as well. He should just leave and move on with his life.<br><br>He turned to Doc, seeing that smile still on his face. What was with this guy? Why was he always smiling? There was some sort of warmth about the man, one that drew Dean to him. He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all.<br><br>Yet he turned, walking to the bar, taking a seat.<br><br>"Yeah, sure, lay it on me," he said, eyes to the bar, averting his gaze. He glanced to the side, noticing the girl in the nurse's outfit. Was she done already? Didn't he just get here? Or was it a duplicate costume that a lot of the girls wore? His eyes roamed over her. He didn't get a good look before, so he couldn't be certain. He couldn't tell if those breasts were larger, smaller, or the same size, his gaze planted on her bosom just spilling out of the top.<br><br>He shook his head. Stupid! They probably charge money just to look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:11:06</strong>
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				(http://us.cdn4.123rf.com/168nwm/nejron/nejron0910/nejron091000038/5670638-mysterious-man-retro-portrait.jpg)<br><br><em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:00 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Dark stepped inside, shrugging out of his leather jacket and greeting Bert. He’d been given the pseudonym “Dark” because of his black hair and the fact that he always arrived at midnight on the dot. He’d driven two hours from his home to be here, this shack was the only place he wanted to be on a Saturday Night.<br><br>“I’d like to reserve the Dungeon upstairs.” Dark told Bert, voice impassive and cold as always. “I’m not sure who I want. Who is on the books tonight?”<br><br>“Welcome Mister Dark.” Bert smiled, hanging up the Saturday Night regular’s things. “Amethyst is with a client right now. But Miss Indigo is available, So is Miss Orchid and the new girl, Miss Ruby has just finished with her first client, she might be available.”<br><br>As Dark pulled his thick billfold from his pocket, he thumbed out three hundred dollar bills, paying extra for the room he wanted. Just then Dark spotted someone he didn’t know, seemingly in a huff. He was quite perplexed by this, because Dark knew almost everyone that came through the Gulch on a Saturday Night.<br><br>“Here, I’ll buy the new kid his first roll in the hay. Provided he hasn’t already had it.” Dark told Bert, thumbing off three more bills. “This place is too nice for a glower face like that.”<br><br>With his business concluded, he made his way down the staircase into the basement, scanning the room slowly with his vivid green eyes. He was hunting. Looking for who would spark his interest the most. He spotted Ruby, who he didn’t know yet. She seemed to be flirting with Doc, which in Dark’s mind precluded her from being his companion tonight. Still, it was proper to introduce himself since they’d be seeing a lot more of each other sooner or later.<br><br>“Good Evening Doc.” Dark said, still cold but slightly more familiar than he’d been with Bert, as he moved up to the bar next to Miss Ruby. “I’ll have a glass of ice water please. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before, so you must be the new girl Miss Ruby. They call me Dark around here, it’s nice to meet you.”<br><br>Dark extended his hand politely to Miss Ruby, his best attempt at a warm introduction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 03:07:02</strong>
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				<em>Ruby at the bar</em><br><br>She noticed the new kid trying not to stare at her ample breasts. Even as he drank, Ruby could feel his eyes on her flesh. She smiled and tussled his hair. "Like what you see, huh? It's ok to look, just no touching kid." <br><br>It was then that 'Dark' sat next to her. Now he was intriguing, very mysterious and she liked that. She turned to him and gave him her hand. "Yes, Ruby's the name, so very nice to meet you." She flashed a smile as innocent as could be. It was then that Doc had wandered off to continue working. <br><br>"So, looking for anyone special tonight? She had no idea that he had reserved the dungeon or that he was generous enough to pay for the kid for the night. She was fixated on him though, knowing if not tonight, then down the line, he too would know of her services there at The Gulch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 03:28:52</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst with Mary. Room 2</strong><br><br>Amethyst kept her stilettos on and lay down on the bed as Mary asked her to. Her pussy was completely exposed. She had a clit piercing, it truly did make sex better, and a few tattoos. One was on her right shoulder and it was a cherry blossom with her mother's name under it. One was a pair of pink dice on her hip. The last one was Jayden's name written in his own handwriting on the inside of her right wrist. She could almost feel the heat of the lust radiating from her sister-in-law and that made her all the more aroused. It would be easy to see in her glistening sex. She wanted her sister-in-law's eyes focused on her and only her right now. <br><br>"What else would you like me to do? Oh, and you are my first client of the night. Does that excite you, Mary?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 05:22:55</strong>
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				<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:08 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>A wry smile crossed Dark’s lips as Ruby placed her slender hand in his. He lifted her hand to place a light kiss on her knuckles before looking back up at her. She smiled an achingly innocent and sweet smile after introducing herself and inquiring as to what his pleasure for the night would be. He pulled his hand back from Ruby to take the glass of ice water that Doc brought him, mostly ice, just the way he liked.<br><br>“I’m always looking for someone special.” Dark smirked, taking a sip of his cold water. “But I wouldn’t force you to endure a difficult client such as myself on your first night at the Gulch. I wouldn’t wish myself on anyone that didn’t know what they were getting into.”<br><br>Dark leaned forward, looking down the bar at the young man who had been looking displeased.<br><br>“You there, young man. Don’t look so grim, this is a place for reverie. Oh, and before I forget, I covered your deposit with Bert- so if you see anything you like, you don’t need to be afraid to look <em>and</em> touch if you so please.” Dark said to the young man on the other side of Ruby, lifting his glass. “I also kicked in a little extra so don’t hold back.”<br><br>It was then that Dark spotted Miss Orchid further down the bar, the dark haired beauty had “seen to” him on several occasions, as recently as last Saturday night.<br><br>“Is that the notorious Miss Orchid I see down there? Are you trying to avoid me? I knew I was rough with you last week, but as I remember you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Won’t you join us?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 06:26:41</strong>
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				<em>Mary w/Amethyst in Room 2</em><br><br>"Yes," Mary whispered as she kept her eyes on Amethyst's spread thighs, on her glistening sex. Her own body was heating up and desired to do more than just touch, but Mary resisted. She knew that the moment she crossed the line, she would be in her own personal hell. And right now...she could lie to herself and say it was research. Merely research. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, tongue eager to taste what was glistening between Amethyst's lower lips, but she held back. Everything was safe as long as she did not touch. But...she could at least be honest. "It excites me...very much."<br><br>A tremor ran down her spine as Mary suddenly ordered, her voice a bit rushed, betraying how excited she was, "Touch yourself. Are your nipples sensitive or are they...can you be rough with them?" She was so curious as to what her sister in law enjoyed...she wanted to know what turned Amethyst on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 07:27:50</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst with Mary. Room 2. A little past midnight.</strong><br><br>Amethyst could see that Mary was fighting with herself, she could see just how much her sister-in-law wanted to touch her...to taste her, the woman had some willpower. Her eyes were focused on Mary's face, but they ran along her figure every once in a while. <br><br>She started running her hands along her body, starting with her upper thighs and up her stomach slowly until they got to her breasts. "I can be rough with them, I like it. How rough would you like, Mary?" She rolled her nipples in between her fingers for Mary to watch while she waited for the woman's answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 07:58:23</strong>
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				<em>Mary + Amethyst in Room 2</em><br><br>A soft gasp escaped Mary as she watched the whore touching herself, rolling her nipples in between her expert fingers. She wondered how Amethyst's fingers would feel on her nipples and couldn't help the soft moan. She trembled, leaning forward just a bit as she spoke breathlessly, "Like that...play with them like that, Amethyst."<br><br>Mary crossed her legs as she continued to watch her sister in law before she said in a rush, "Touch yourself...between your legs. I want to...to see how...how aroused you are..." She blushed brightly, struggling to say vulgar words, not wanting to be so crude. Oh gosh, this was so different because this was Amethyst! But the excitement...it was thrilling. She was breathless for more...eager to see her sister in law playing with herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 08:21:16</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - Basemount lounge</em><br><br>A familiar voice attracted Desdemona’s attention. When she peered over to the other side of the bar, where Ruby and Doc were chatting earlier, she noticed another regular had arrived. Dark was one of the more frequent visitors of the brothel and there were few girls he hadn’t enjoyed the pleasure of the company of. His desires were towards the darker end of the spectrum, but he wasn’t a mindless brute. And not unimportant to the women amongst her colleagues who were there primarily for the money: he was a great tipper. <br><br>Desdemona pressed a kiss onto Thomas Jefferson’s cheek and said her goodbye’s and then slid over to the other side of the counter. She greeted Dark with two kisses of his own. <strong>“Me, give you the cold shoulder? Never…” </strong>She grinned at the man and then her mouth lingered around his ear for another whisper.<strong> “Maybe later tonight baby… I have my eye on your little friend right now.” </strong>She nodded her head at the Kid who was sitting behind Dark.<strong> “I believe miss Indigo is still available though.”</strong> The blonde school counselor had indeed lingered around the bar herself after seeing Napoleon earlier that night. Desdemona then slipped onto the bar stool in between Dark and the Kid and extended her hand towards the youngster.<strong> “Good even sweetie… I’m Miss Orchid, and who might you be? You are new around here, aren't you handsome?”</strong> She flashed him her warmest smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 08:23:51</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst and Mary. Room 2</strong><br><br>Amethyst was intent on enjoying herself, but it wouldn't be totally enjoyable as she loved making whomever she was with feel the way she felt. She'd just have to be content with this...for now. She'd slowly work her way into being able to touch her sister-in-law.<br><br>She continued rolling her nipples in between her fingers, biting down at her bottom lip as she did. One hand stayed on her breasts while the other trailed down to in between her legs. She spread her legs a bit more and ran her fingertips along her pussy lips before slipping a finger inside of herself. Her thumb was slowly rubbing at her clit. She couldn't help but moan at the feelings, she was already very aroused and it would be obvious to Mary just how turned on she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 09:10:49</strong>
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				<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:15 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Dark leaned in, placing his hand gently on Orchid’s hip as she kissed each of his cheeks in turn, greeting him warmly. His jaw tightened, however, as Orchid whispered into his ear. She was brushing him off, even though he hadn’t even decided who would be his first conquest, much less asked her to be that conquest. She was polite, and mentioned that perhaps later in the night would be more opportune.<br><br>Orchid had assumed that Dark’s greeting was a proposition, and he despised having assumptions made about him.<br><br>Dark said nothing as Orchid directed her attention to the young man sitting nearby, instead looking to the other end of the bar where Indigo was standing. She looked radiant, dressed in shimmering black negligee with her breasts exquisitely pressed up and together, cleaving remarkably well in spite of being more subtle than many of the other girls’ breasts. The color looked splendid on her nubile frame, and it seemed so obvious that tonight was an Indigo night.<br><br>Indigo would pay the price for Orchid’s indiscretion.<br><br>Pouring the last of the water down his throat, Dark rose to move over to where Indigo was standing. He took the glass full of ice with him and ever so gently slid the edge of the cold, condensating glass along the small of Indigo’s well-defined, exposed back.<br><br>When Indigo reacted and spun to face him, Dark slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his own body. <br><br>“Good Evening, Indigo.” Dark said softly, no longer wearing the façade of false modesty and polite mannerisms. “I’ve booked the Dungeon upstairs and I’d like for you to follow me there. Now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 09:20:30</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - Basement lounge</em><br><br><strong>“Oh!”</strong> A surprised little shriek escaped Indigo’s throat as the cold glass teased her back. When she turned, a man slipped an arm around her frame and pulled her closer. <strong>“Oh… well good evening mr. Dark… Very well, lead the way…”</strong> Indigo slipped off the bar stool and put her arm into his to follow him up to the dungeon room. He was not the kind of man to waste time on pleasantries, but he was generous to those that managed to please him. She had him a few times&nbsp; before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 09:44:52</strong>
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				<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:22 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>A devious smile crossed over Dark’s face as Indigo took his arm and invited him to lead the way. He did so with pleasure, leading her up the stairs to the main lobby. As they passed Bert’s station, Dark stopped for a moment to agree on a safe word there in Bert’s presence, a habit he’d adopted since his first visit to the Gulch when Bert had mistaken the sounds of rough sex for the sounds of rape. It had taken six stitches to close the gash left by the butt of his shotgun.<br><br>“Her safe word will be ‘Valhalla‘. Does that work for both of you?” Dark asked, making no pretense that it was little more than a formality to include Bert. <br><br>Once that piece of business was taken care of, Dark led Indigo up the second set of stairs to the attic. He knew the way by heart, Room Number Six.<br><br>“Wait here.” Dark told Indigo, slipping his arm from hers before going inside and inspecting things. Once he was satisfied that the equipment was clean and not recently used. He turned on his heel back to the open door. “Now, I want you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl in here.”<br><br>As Dark waited for Indigo to do as she was instructed, he pulled out his bill fold and pulled off a crisp hundred dollar bill, crumpling it into a wad in his fist and then tossing the crumpled bill in her path. He repeated this process again as she grew closer, using the wadded up bills like a trail of breadcrumbs to lead her inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:03:59</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - Upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>Miss Indigo patiently waited as Dark went into the BDSM room to inspect it. He was always meticulous like that. Whilst he occupied himself with that, she focused on repeating the safe word in her mind a few times. Valhalla… Valhalla. Best not have to try and remember it when she really needed it. After he instructed her to crawl in, she got on all fours and started moving is the room. She dutifully picked up the “crumbs” of cash he dropped on the floor in her path, first with her mouth and then with her hands after she could not manage to hold more of the bills in between her lips. Eventually she arrived in front of him, a couple of hundred dollars the richer. <br><br>She kept her eyes turned down to the floor of the dungeon and waited for his next command. It might be a difficult night, but the money would make it all worth it. Perhaps she could finally afford to spend a couple of thousand dollars on her piece of crap car! She was more attached to it than she wanted to admit to herself. She felt naked underneath Dark’s gaze, even though she still had her lingerie on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:10:59</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen - Entry Room</em><br><br>Jake was sitting in his couch watching TV. He felt horny and left for a club in town but he knew already that he wasn't going to score tonight. Jake wasn't the type of guy that is good with girls. He is too shy to walk to a random girl and starts flirting.<br><br>After another night of dissapointment he thought about the rumors of the old shack. Jake wanted to check it out. He took some extra cash and drove towards it. The neon light was on. Jack knew instantly that the rumors were true. He saw some cars and he thought recognized the doctor's. He entered and he saw some familiar faces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:27:48</strong>
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				<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:32 AM- Upstairs BDSM Room</em><br><br>Watching Indigo crawl across the floor, Dark felt his cock grow rigid under his tailored slacks. He loved watching women move, observing Indigo’s lean muscles stretching and contracting just below her soft, flawless skin. When she knelt at his feet, Dark walked behind her and slammed the wooden door shut. He set the glass of ice on a table near the center of the room.<br><br>“Good girl.” Dark said softly, looking around the room at the devices at his disposal, deciding which would be best to leave Indigo prone and helpless. “Stand up and come over here.”<br><br>Dark was already at work unbuckling the leather straps on a large “Examination Table” with adjustable stirrups for her legs. Once the straps were open, he turned back to Indigo. His intense green eyes staring at her body, Dark slid the fingers on his right hand into her golden hair, closing gently at first around the hair on her scalp.<br><br>“Strip for me now, Whore.” Dark smiled, pulling Indigo close enough to feel his breath on her face. “I want to fuck the freckles off of you tonight.”<br><br><em>Bert: October 16th 12:35 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br><br>Bert saw another newcomer to the Fucking Gulch enter the main lobby. He eyed him for a long moment before letting his booming bass voice ring out.<br><br>"First time?" Bert asked of the new arrival. "We're pretty busy tonight so you might have to wait. For now, you need to go downstairs and get registered with Mr. Harris. He'll give you your... um, Suitor-Name. Once you've talked with him, you can come back up and pay your deposit, then I'll put you on the list. Sound good?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:35:03</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - Upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>A slight tremor of both apprehension and arousal went through Indigo’s body as she watched him prep the examination table for her. When he slid his fingers through her blonde stresses and then spoke those lewd words to her, she was desperate for his attention even more than before. Erica did not consider herself a true submissive, but there was something about Dark that seemed to stir something inside of her. <br><br>She reacted to his order by undoing her bra and allowing the undergarment to slide off her shoulders, and then sliding her panties off her posterior and let them drop to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving her only in her heels. She giggled at the remark about fucking her freckles off, a lot of men seemed to be fond of those for some reason… Her nipples were already hard as the cool air inside the room tickled them gently, and she had a damp sensation in between her thighs. Her breathing also grew in frequency as her hair was tangled up in his fist. She knew she could get fucked…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:37:29</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge</em><br><br>"So tell me about these rules," Dean said as Doc put down a glass in front of him. He had never actually drank alcohol before...in fact, this place seemed to be doing a lot of things he hadn't done before. His stomach started to stir a bit. Is this what they called butterflies? Doc listed the regular rules, some of which Big and Tall upstairs had already told him. The rest was the regular stuff. Y'know, don't harm the ladies sort of thing, or all the "fine gents" in here would come at you in the night and give you a nice shiner. Dean was too distracted to be paying much attention, though. His index finger traced the lip of the glass, looking at the brown contents inside, already able to smell it. Is that really all they put in there? It was hardly even a quarter full. His eyes, meanwhile, were distracted. Try as he might, he just could not help glancing over at little Nurse Naughty's bountiful cleavage.<br><br>"Like what you see, huh?" Suddenly her hand was on his head, tossling his hair like he was some sort of puppy lap dog, like her personal pet. "It's ok to look, just no touching kid." He sat there, quiet and taken aback a bit. This "Kid" name was really gonna stick, wasn't it? He felt his face flush slightly, though he wasn't sure if it was with anger at everyone treating him so inferior or out of complete nervousness.<br><br>He grabbed the glass in front of him. Screw it. Down the hatch, right? He threw his head back, swallowing two shots worth at once. He slammed the glass down, the remainder sloshing a bit in the air. The dry burn flooded down his throat, seeming to absorb the moisture as it slipped down to his stomach, before a warm fire flooded immediately back up. The smell...the very <em>smell</em> of the whiskey seemed to slip through his sinuses and to his nostrils. He could smell the damn alcohol <em>after</em> drinking it!<br><br>He couldn't help it. He burst into a fit of coughing, trying to cover his mouth with his elbow. Great. Just what he needed. More reasons for people to call him "Kid". Doc grinned, said something that he was sure had that same friendly jabber, or that Han Solo "Great kid, now don't get cocky" flair.<br><br>Dean was still recovering when a man with dark hair took a seat beside the Naughty Nurse. He didn't really pay any attention to him. After all, if he ignored others then they were bound to ignore him, and that's what he needed right now.<br><br>"“You there, young man. Don’t look so grim, this is a place for reverie," the new fellow said, turning his attention to Dean. What the Hell was wrong with these people? Why couldn't they just leave him be? He opened his mouth, ready to unleash yet another sarcastic remark, but couldn't manage to get a single vowel out in time. "Oh, and before I forget, I covered your deposit with Bert- so if you see anything you like, you don’t need to be afraid to look and touch if you so please.” I also kicked in a little extra so don’t hold back."<br><br>Dean was stunned. This man...wait, this stranger, this guy he didn't know, just dropped roughly $300 on him? What? Dean's brow furrowed in confusion, mouth hanging open. The man already turned his attention to another of the young ladies working the Gulch, but Dean's mind was reeling. What was with this place? Why was everyone trying to take care of him? Why did everyone look down on...wait, "don't hold back"?<br><br>"Just...just what do you mean-" he began, turning back to the man with Dark hair, but suddenly a new scent assaulted his senses. A perfume, smelling of fruit and flowers, as a young olive-skinned woman with dark hair sat beside him.<br><br>"Good evening sweetie… I’m Miss Orchid, and who might you be?" She extended her hand to him, her white teeth flashing as she smiled at him. "You are new around here, aren't you handsome?"<br><br>Dean felt his face grew hot. Women didn't approach him like this. Women never approached him like this. His hand trembled a bit as he took hers, only just now realizing how cold his hands were feeling the welcoming warmth of her own skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Why was he blushing? Why was he nervous? Isn't this what they are paid to do? They're not paying attention for any reason aside from it being their job.<br><br>He opened his eyes, and instantly he cursed himself mentally as they roamed down her body, taking note of her push-up bra and very, very exposed body. He tried to keep his eyes on hers as he spoke, but even that proved challenging as he started to look in all directions.<br><br>"Actually I grew up he-" he paused. No, they weren't supposed to discuss that...but what if they had no problem? He had nothing to hide. No, best not to screw up. "I mean, yes. New. First time." He noticed his hand was still in hers, though she had shown no sign of feeling awkward or uncomfortable. Even so, he took his hand back. "Sorry" he stuttered. "So you're name is...Miss Orchid? How...how long have you been working here?"<br><br>He didn't know why he wanted to make small talk. He hated small talk. It was the product of people that only wanted to seem kind and caring, but in truth they couldn't give a damn about you. Maybe he wanted to be polite. Maybe he was just too nervous. He was still a virgin, after all. He didn't know if he was ready for all this yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:55:23</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen - Entry Room</em><br><br>Jake said "Thanks for helping me out" as he headed to the office. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer.<br><br>When he heard someone say "Come in" Jake entered the room and saw the old man sitting in his chair. He was smoking a cigar and&nbsp; Jake saw him putting away about fifty banknotes. Jake thought: this place is a goldmine for him. He closed the door and sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:59:52</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - Basemount lounge to upstairs room</em><br><br>Desdemona was amused when she found out just how much she seemed to intimidate the Kid. His hand lingered in hers for the longest time though, and he only retracted it when he realized how long it had stayed in her grasp.<strong> “I’ve been here for a while now sweetie… how long exactly doesn’t really matter, does it?”</strong> She briefly wet her lips as her twinkling eyes teased his, feeling how he strained himself not to let his gaze dip below her neck. He was so insecure, it was almost adorable. <br><br>She bent forward giving him even better view of her ample cleavage and whispered in his eyes.<strong> “Looks like you’re still due some upstairs time with one of the girls… I can take you upstairs if you’d like… if you dare…” </strong>He eyes twinkled at her teasing manner, her mouth lingering near his ear before she briefly grasped his earlobe with her lips and gently nibbled on it. Her hand rested on his chest and she could already feel his heart pounding like crazy. She slipped off her bar stool and didn’t even wait for his reply, instead she gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him off his own chair. She gave him an alluring look before turning around and leading him upstairs into one of the plain rooms near the entrance. <br><br>She pushed room door open and headed inside. The space was modestly decorated. There really was just a large bed, a long dressing mirror on one of the walls and a small shower cell in one of the corners, for the client’s use. Desdemona headed forward to the bed and lay back onto it, waiting for the Kid to join her inside, as he lingered in the open door frame. <strong>“Why don’t you join me, baby?”</strong> She motioned him closer with her index finger. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:14:04</strong>
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				<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:36 AM- Upstairs BDSM Room</em><br><br>Dark’s own breathing became heavier as he watched Indigo undress in front of him. He drank in the sight of her flawless skin, fully exposed to his vision, and pulled her closer. Their lips were so close that he could feel the warmth of her lips against his own, though they weren’t quite touching. Not yet.<br><br>When the scent of Indigo’s arousal reached Dark’s nose, he pulled her over to the table by her hair, lifting her limbs up into the corresponding places on the table. He made quick work of strapping her down, buckling the supple leather restraints quite tightly. He did a brief lap around her prone body, inspecting his handiwork and lightly dragging his fingertips over her torso as he moved, like an artist inspecting his chosen medium.<br><br>Dark moved back to the table and grabbed the glass full of ice, now dripping wet with condensation from the cold. He set the corner of the glass on Indigo’s collarbone, moving from her shoulder inward to the base of her neck, then repeating the process on the other side. He slid the glass up under her chin before following the line of her throat down to her chest. He let the glass lay flush against her sternum, directly between her breasts.<br><br>As the cold glass dripped cold water onto Indigo’s chest, Dark slid his cold fingers up her inner thigh, gently stroking her sex with his fingertips.<br><br>“Tell me you want it. I want you to beg for it now, slut.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:17:05</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge to Upstairs Room</em><br><br>Dean's jeans suddenly felt rather confined, beginning to notice those "butterflies" flying right down to his crotch. It wasn't the usual sort of erection he got from watching porn, though. He was growing a bit thicker, slightly longer, but was still completely floppy within his pants. So much of the noise started to cut out as she had laid her hand on his chest, leaning down allowing her bosom to hang low, her lips softly absorbing the flesh of his ear, feeling both cool and warm at the same time.<br><br>She slipped off, her movements seeming to go in slow motion as her fingers wrapped around his wrist. Her grip was firm, yet gentle...what did that even mean? He couldn't concentrate, his mouth going a bit dry. She led him up the stairs, her hips and ass before his eyes, swaying with each step. He licked his lips, starting to feel that tingling sensation throughout his extremities. He was so nervous. Wasn't it bad to be nervous? He glanced at Big and Tall just as he was giving another guy the same run down he gave him, telling him about Mr. Harris. Dean was about to warn the guy to have cash, but Miss Orchid wasn't wasting any time and soon they had passed.<br><br>She stepped into an empty room, nothing much more than a large bed in the middle. She finally let go, his wrist suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of her wrist. She lay on her back, motioning for him.<br><br>"Why don’t you join me, baby?" Her voice was sultry, as if she had been aching for him and him alone. He closed the door behind him, wondering if he should lock it. He left it for now. He stepped forward, about to climb onto the bed, but paused. He should probably be wearing less clothes. He began to slide his denim jacket off, looking around, uncertain where to put it. Unceremoniously, he dropped it on the floor. He went to grab at his Anthrax t-shirt beneath, but paused. No, that wouldn't do. He wasn't really a muscular guy. It would be better to leave his shirt on. As for his jeans, well, his "chubby", as excited as it was, continued its floppy state. He didn't want to risk seeing her look disappointed, or worse, amused.<br><br>He stepped forward, crawling onto the bed, pushing his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. He crawled over her, his legs to either side, his hands planted into the bed beneath hers. This is what you do, right? Guys on top. He leaned in, swaying a bit as he held himself up. Her breathing was so calm and measured, and his was so ragged. He blushed a bit, leaning in, closing his eyes as his lips awkwardly found hers. He could feel his glasses pressing and shifting between them. He pushed himself up, his lips slowly parting.<br><br>"S-sorry," he stuttered, one hand grabbing his glasses. He pulled them off, placing them on a bedside table gently. Most of the room was blurry, but Miss Orchid was close enough that he could still see her clearly. He took a deep breath, a bad idea, as he leaned in to kiss her again, blushing as he had no choice but to breath out his nose, flooding her face with his warm breath, as his tongue awkwardly lapped against her lower lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:35:44</strong>
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				<em>Old Man Harris - in his office<br></em><br><em>Another new guy</em>, Joshua Harris thought. Seemed like it was just that kind of night. Same as he had done with Dean, he gave the new arrival the rules and a short explanation about the way his place worked, and then eventually asked him for his chosen brothel moniker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:52:40</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - tumbling with a first-timer in one of the ground floor rooms</em><br><br>Desdemona kissed Dean back, however clumsy his climbing onto the bed had been. She smiled as he put off his glass and then returned to her and when they broke off their lip lock for a second time, she pulled up the bottom of his shirt and started tugging it towards his head.<strong> “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes for what we have in mind…”</strong> She helped him out of his shirt, whether he liked it or nor and tossed the garment to the side of the bed. Her mouth found his chest and she pressed soft kisses onto his skin, even teasing his nipples with her tongue as she reached them. Whilst her tongue was working, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and then pulled it off her slender frame and unceremoniously tossed it behind her. She pulled his face in close and pressed him up against her chest, his cheek resting in the valley of the breasts. Her nipples were already quite hard as one of them pressed up against his ear. <br><br>As his head was still on her chest, she whispered into his ear and giggled,<strong> “still too many clothes darling…”</strong> She grabbed his ass through the fabric of his jeans and then pushed him slightly off her so he could undo his pants as well. When he hesitated too long, so was all too willing to help him by undoing his belt and starting to unbutton his jeans. It was always best to take the initiative with first timers, she had found.<strong> “Don’t worry baby, miss Orchid will take good care of you.”</strong> She cooed as she pulled his jeans down his legs until only a pair of boxers barely contained a rather large bulge. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:57:06</strong>
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				Doc - Lounge<br><br>Doc raised an eyebrow as a newcomer came down to the lounge and looked around.&nbsp; With a smile he pointed at the door to the private section and said, "door on the left."&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he watched as the new comer went to talk to old man Harris.<br><br>"Maybe I was wrong about this being a slow night."&nbsp; he said, mostly to him self.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two new clients in one night.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rather impressive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:05:46</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones" Johnsen - in Old Man Harris' office</em><br><br>"A moniker, I'm not such a creative person" Jake says. "I'll take Jones." Jake pays his $ 250 and heads of back to the lounge.<br><br>He sees the Doc at the bar and walks up to him. "Is it any good here?" The Doc starts an interesting story while Jones is watching around in the room looking for some of the girls. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:19:32</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement Lounge</em><br><br><br>Doc raised an eyebrow as the new guy, one of his clients in the real world, recognized him.&nbsp; "Hi there," Doc said with a broad smile, "We haven't met yet."&nbsp; He stuck his hand out, "Round here people call me Doc.&nbsp; Pleasure to meet you."<br><br>He shook Jones's hand as the man introduced himself by his fake moniker, then Doc proceeded to tell him about the rules.&nbsp; "So, the rules around here are pretty simple.&nbsp; &nbsp;First off, you're expected to be polite, respectful, and courteous to everyone, clients and staff.&nbsp; If you aren't, we have to have Bert upstairs ask you to leave.&nbsp; &nbsp;Haven't had any problems like that since&nbsp; I've been working here, so let's keep that run going."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Doc asked the man if he wanted a drink before continuing, "Next, whatever you think you know about someone you meet here, you're wrong.&nbsp; Anyone you <em>think</em> you know here, you don't.&nbsp; You go by Jones, I go by Doc,"&nbsp; Doc nodded at The Kid, "This guy here's the Kid.&nbsp; Notice none of us use our real names?&nbsp; That's cause our real names don't exist here.&nbsp; Anyone you might think I look like that you know... I'm not him when I'm here.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm Doc and you're Jones.&nbsp; Likewise if you bump into me out at the grocery store, I've never heard of anyone named Doc and you've never heard the name Jones.&nbsp; Two worlds, get it?"<br><br>Doc smiled, the conversation might be heavy but he kept his tone light, "You pay Bert two fifty when you walk in the door at night, and you can stay all night if you like.&nbsp; Your two fifty guarantees you a little time with one of the girls.&nbsp; If you want anything specific, or anyone, your best bet is to make accommodations ahead of time.&nbsp; Bert handles that.&nbsp; If you want anything especially... interesting, maybe extra time with a girl, you negotiate the details with them."<br><br>"But," he said, "The most important thing you gotta know about the Fucking Gulch is this.&nbsp; Anything, anyone, and everything that goes on in this building stays 100% in side of this building.&nbsp; If one word slips out about this place you could find yourself very uncomfortable."&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc would leave it up to the man to imagine what that might mean.&nbsp; &nbsp;But in a town with one professional car mechanic and only one town doctor, it could be very risky to cross both of those people.<br><br>Doc stood up straight and smiled, "Now, I run the bar and grill down here, and it's strictly cash.&nbsp; Your two fifty doesn't buy you drinks but I keep my prices cheap.&nbsp; Well drinks and beer are five each, shelf is ten.&nbsp; But I don't take kindly to people who get too drunk, and if I think you're too wasted to drive home, you'll have to leave your keys with me and it's a looooooooooong walk back to town.&nbsp; You'll find your car outside the Tavern in town, keys above your visor the next day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:34:49</strong>
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				<em>Ruby - alone at the bar</em><br><br>She was a bit sad, Dark was off with Indigo, and Orchid had snatched up the new kid. She had made a little small talk with them, Dark seemed to need a more 'experienced' girl that could handle him. That was ok, since it was her first night, Ruby probably ready for him and his ways. <br><br>As for the new kid, she had already had her two minute man, and she was still in need of some satisfaction herself. Guess it was good that Orchid took that one on. <br><br>Doc was busy with yet another client and giving him the rules. As the two men chatted Ruby gave the gentleman a small wave and smile. Maybe he would want her, for now though, she nursed her wine alone at the bar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:42:08</strong>
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				<em>Jones - Lounge</em><br><br>Jones says "Harris has my first payment." He continuous "I must thank you for explaining the rules to me. As for the confidentiality of course I'll be quiet. I can't risk it myself to be a known member here." Jones ordered a beer and starts watching Ruby who is all alone at the bar.<br><br>After a few seconds she notices that she's being watched by Jones and he walks up to her for a little small talk. "Your a pretty girl" he says to start of the conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:48:04</strong>
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				<strong>Ruby, at the bar</strong><br><br>When the men's conversation ended, it didn't take long for Jones to approach Ruby.<br><br>She blushed at the compliment, she still wasn't used to the fact that men found her pretty or sexy even though she worked there. <br><br>"Well, thank you, I'm Ruby by the way. Very nice to meet you. You're pretty handsome yourself." She smiled at him, "Care to get a room?" Maybe this one would last more than Chuck and she could finally get the satisfaction she was craving. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 12:49:01</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room</em><br><br>So many sensations, so many surprises. Dean didn't want his shirt off, but this girl was quite insistent. He blushed as his skin was pale beneath, untouched by the sun in a long time, but she didn't seem to care. Her tongue darted right against his nipple, causing him to gasp in surprise. Those are <em>sensitive</em>? All this time he thought they were useless. Before he knew it she grabbed his head, pulling him into her chest, her soft, round breasts surrounding his face. His face was warm with all the blood flushing across it.<br><br>Okay, his face is in her breasts. Now what? He panicked, waving a hand in the air uselessly, as if to grab one, while his tongue darted out and licked between them. Before he could do anything else, however, she had grabbed his ass, his body jumping slightly.<br><br>"Still too many clothes, darling..." She pushed him back, looking at him expectantly. He leaned back on his hands, catching his breath. Was she rushing things? Was she into it? Was she mocking him? He was trying to get a bead on her, but she suddenly darted forward, her fingers working his belt. His whole body trembled in delight, never having had a woman tend to his crotch before. She pulled and tugged his jeans off, almost painfully, leaving him there in just a pair of boxers. The front flap was spread open slightly, giving her a view of the base of his cock and his pale, unkempt pubic hair.<br><br>"Don’t worry baby, miss Orchid will take good care of you." She seemed to be excited, or she was good at acting the part. Despite his cock's floppy state, it had still grown considerably. It wasn't the longest cock, about average size when erect, but it had some thickness to it. He sighed. His boxers were going to come off anyway, so he may as well do it. He sat up slightly, gripping the waist band, peeling it down his body, sitting back as he tugged it from his feet. He looked around, tossing the boxers where his jeans were, trying to keep his clothing together. He looked at Miss Orchid, a little blurry at this distance, but he could still see every curve and inch of her sexy body.<br><br>He looked down at himself, and suddenly blushed. He was pale, he didn't have much in the way of muscle, and though his cock was big enough to make a bulge, it still hung a little limp. He didn't have a full erection.<br><br>"Sorry..." he said, hanging his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 13:00:57</strong>
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				<em>Jones - At the bar</em><br><br>She was straight to the point and Jones liked it. He followed her to a room into a room and saw she was nervous. "First day?": Jones asks. Ruby responds with a soft yes. He kisses her softly in her neck while he pushes her on the bed. Jones asks: "Do you want to get comfortable first before we continue?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 13:21:45</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - ground floor room</em><br><br>Desdemona lay back in the bed as the Kid undid his boxers as well and then turned his gaze away from her in shame and actually apologized… <strong>“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about baby, at least not to me…” </strong>She rose to her knees as well and press another kiss onto his lips, a soft and unaggressive liplock aimed at making him relax a little. <strong>“Why don’t you lay back and let miss Orchid do some of the work for you?”</strong> She applied gentle pressure to his chest until she felt him willingly lay down onto his back. She started with another trail of kisses, which started at his collar bone and worked its way down across his chest and belly, her soft hair caressing his skin as she moved down. As she reached his crotch, she grabbed the half-hard rod with her hand and gently started stroking it up and down, not yet touching it with her tongue.<br><br>After a few gentle strokes of the hand, she teased it a first time with the tip of her tongue onto his bulbous cockhead. After tickling the head for a while whilst her hand kept on moving up and down on his length, she moved her face down further and started drawing gentle strokes on the rest of his shaft as well, painting a secret picture in saliva with her tongue. She kept up the oral teasing until she could feel a response in his rod. Depending on that respond, she would move on to other things…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 13:31:08</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - in the dungeon room</em><br><br>Indigo blushed involuntarily as Dark dragged her to the exam table and started strapping her down. She had been on that table several times already, with various clients, yet she still felt a feeling of shame somewhere deep inside when she submitted to a man to that extent. Yet it aroused her immensely as well. She breathed heavily as Dark circled her like a predator would its prey. Which is exactly what she felt like right now as her eyes followed his form as he moved around her.<br><br>He briefly moved out of her sight and returned with something in his hand. It took her a moment to recognize it as the glass full of ice he had brought up with him. A noticeable shiver went through her body when the glass was placed on her collarbone. <strong>“Oh!”</strong> She yelped. As he moved it around slowly, she only moaned as the cold glass teased her skin, moving along her shoulders, down her neck and finally lingering below her breasts… She felt a feverish sensation in her entire upper body by the time he was done and her eyes matched the sensation. <br><br>She moaned even louder when one cold finger started exploring her inner thigh. She subconsciously licked her lips as his finger teased the length of her slit and she wanted but failed to move her legs around in desire as they were held immobile by the straps. <br><br>She didn’t pause for more than a breath when he made his demand. <strong>“<em>Please</em> Master… give me… your cock… I want it… I need it… this slut begs to be fucked hard, master…” </strong>She near purred like a cat after that admission and closed her eyes to focus on the sensations he was causing all over her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 13:42:27</strong>
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				<em>Ruby moving back to room 4</em><br><br>She wasn't as nervous as he thought she was, but he was indeed only her second client. <br><br>She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, one of her weak spots to say the least. As he lay her on the bed, she looked up and nodded to him. Ruby unbuttoned her outfit, letting it fall to the sides of her body. She kept the red thing on, allowing him to remove it from her tight body. <br><br>She smiled and looked at him, "So what's your pleasure- I don't think I caught your name." she didn't think he had introduced himself. Besides, she did like to have a name to moan out once they had gotten started. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 13:57:37</strong>
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				<em>Jones - Room 4</em><br><br>"My name is Jones" he said while looking in her beautiful eyes. He backed of a little to see what see was hiding under that nurse outfit. He noticed a wet spot in her red thong.<br><br>Jones took of his shirt and started kissing while his hands were exploring the almost naked body of Ruby. He let his hand slide over her well-formed breasts and felt the nipples stiffen. His hands moved lower to her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 14:22:56</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room</em><br><br>There was something he liked about Orchid pressing her hand onto his chest, gently shoving him to his back. He did his best to lay straight out, his legs extended across the bed, his head almost hanging over the edge. He could feel her lips gently trace down his body, little wet touches of warmth tracing lower, lower...lower...<br><br>He had started to breath easier, but the second her fingers touched his hardening member he felt another nervous shiver. Every sensitive touch seemed to travel throughout his body, distracting him. His mind started racing. What if he couldn't get hard? What if he came too early? What if he wasn't good enough? Little did he know that such thoughts were a self-fulfilling prophecy, forcing him to think too much instead of relaxing, focusing on the moment.<br><br>He gasped loudly, sitting up onto his elbows as he suddenly felt Orchid's tongue dart against the tip of his cock. His toes spread as he looked down. He stared in disbelief, seeing this sexy brunette's head in his lap...how could this be happening?<br><br>His cock was suddenly starting to harden, but it was a slow process. He could already feeling himself building, though, the pleasure flooding down there. His soft member was throbbing, growing a bit more rigid against Orchid's soft tongue, her warm breath coating his hot member, but he wasn't sure how long he could last.<br><br>"Oh shit..." he groaned, though to her ears Orchid thought he was grunting in pleasure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 14:50:38</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - ground floor room</em><br><br>Desdemona interpreted his moan as an appreciative one, so she stepped up her oral ministrations. Instead of limiting herself to teasing it with her tongue, she moved up and down and started giving it broad, long laps before finally moving her lips above the bulbous head and slowly engulfing it whole. Her tongue teased his cock as it slowly inched into her trained mouth. She traced the length of some of the protruding veins down as she allowed his cock deeper and deeper into her warm maw. When she reached the edge of her throat, she wriggled her visage around on top of his length until she felt it slide past the apparent obstacle and she took part of his rod into her gullet. Her hands rested on his belly and upper thighs as her head started sliding up and down on his ever hardening rod.<br><br>She saw his muscles tense and relax in unison with her own movements and she moaned loudly on each upward motion. She had always enjoyed the sensation of a hardening member in her mouth for some reason, even before she worked at the Gulch. Her tongue kept on teasing and flicking across the length of his rod on each passage. Her right hand caressed his belly as she serviced him orally, whilst her left hand gently rubbed his balls as her mouth trapped and released his cock in a steady rhythm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 15:04:13</strong>
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				<em>Mary Magdalene and Amethyst in Room 2</em><br><br>Mary watched her bite her lower lip and wondered how it would feel like to suckle her lower lip in between her own lips, to taste her the forbidden and sinful secrets that lay there waiting for her. A soft little whimper escaped as she watched the whore's hand travel down to touch her pussy lips before a finger sank inside of herself. Mary couldn't help the rocking of her hips, feeling as if she <em>needed</em> to do that. It wasn't enough when she touched herself quickly...she wanted to enjoy her body like Amethyst was doing herself.<br><br>"Does it feel good? When you...you touch yourself?" Mary couldn't help herself, she stood up and grabbed the chair and brought it closer to Amethyst. As she neared the bed, she could smell the arousal of the other woman and gasped softly. The smell was deliciously strong. She sat back down again, now inches from the bed as she leaned forward, wanting to watch Amethyst closer. She whispered huskily, "Can you orgasm from just...just rubbing yourself or do you have to...to insert something?" She blushed hard, feeling childish for such words but refusing to be vulgar.<br><br>She was a Christian woman, she wasn't going to be crude.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 15:45:22</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones, Room 4</em><br><br>She sighed softly as he told her his name then let his hands wander. Her back arched to press her body against those wandering hands, her arousal growing by leaps and bounds. <br><br>When he touched her thighs, she parted them for him, eager for his touch. Ruby was breathing softly, but that soon changed as she began to breathe deeper as the scent of her arousal filled the room. <br><br>"Did you want to play a while, or are you a 'get right to it' guy?" She would do anything he wished, her job was all about making her clients happier than they had ever been.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 15:51:26</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room</em><br><br>He always thought a blowjob would feel cold, cool to the touch, but this was so warm and inviting. Her lips slid over him so smoothly, it was like a natural fit. Her tongue danced along the length of his member, tasting and prodding every nook and cranny it could find. Her hand rested on his stomach, which rose higher and higher as he took deeper breaths. What's more, she actually seemed to be enjoying it, lost in it even.<br><br>He grit his teeth harder, even angrier then. As his cock grew towards its full length he could feel the rising tension climbing within his hardening rod. Her fingers gliding along his scrotum only accelerating his imminent release, the loose flesh of his sac pulling inward in surprise at her touch. His hands balled into fists as her lips tugged upward, then again, as if literally sucking his cream from him.<br><br>"Ah fuck!" he yelled, throwing his head back. With a sudden tremble in her mouth, his cock oozed a thick layer of cum against her tongue. He tried to hold it back, his whole body tensing as he tried to keep from releasing, but the thick fluid slowly poured out of his sensitive, bulbous head, filling Orchid's mouth.<br><br>He shivered, eyes shut tightly, not even wanting to see her look of disappointment as he lay back on the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a light <em>whump</em>!<br><br>"Son of a bitch..." he muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:07:58</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>"I'd like to play a little" He kisses himself a way to her breasts and starts to suck her nipples. His hand finds his way to the middle. He goes with his hand under her thong and starts to rub her labia. <br><br>He stopped the teasing and inserted two fingers in her pussy. He wanted to taste her so he pulled his fingers back out and licked them clean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:11:06</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - ground floor room</em><br><br>Desdemona had felt his muscles hardening underneath her hand, as it travelled up his torso. And his breathing and moaning had grown ever more erratic. Even so, it still came as a surprise as she heard a loud grunt and then felt the first gush of warm goo hit her tongue. More of his salty jizz poured into her mouth even as she kept her mouth tightly around his length and even continued the bobbing motion of the head. Eventually the Kid had emptied his load into her mouth and miss Orchid detached her lips from his cock making sure not to spill a drop of his seed before swallowing it. She looked up at him with a half-grin on her face. <strong>“Well… that was a bit quicker than I expected sweetheart…”<br></strong><br>She almost felt guilty when she saw the anguished expression on his face. She moved up towards him until she was at his height and then lay down beside him. A hand slid across his chest as she embraced him.<strong> “Don’t feel bad baby… we have enough time left to try again… if you’re up to it…”</strong> she pressed a soft kiss into his neck and teased his chest with the fingers of her free hand. His hand was beating even harder than before and the red on his cheeks wasn’t only from the exertion, she imagined. <strong>“Did that feel good, baby? I can make you feel even better if you give me the chance…”</strong> She whispered into his ear with a husky voice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:18:32</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones, Room 4</em><br><br>She smiled when he said he liked to play. "Good, then maybe you should get those pants off as well, " she whispered as his mouth began to suck on her. Soon little whimpers were coming from her lips as he made her feel so good. <br><br>Her nimble fingers went to his waistband and undid the button, trying to get him out of his pants. She moaned as his hand went inside her,&nbsp; she was so wet and ready for him. <br><br>He was so sexy as he took those very fingers and liked them off, "Like what you taste, Jones? Do I taste sweet to you?" Her own hands were slipping under the fabric of his underwear to find his cock. She began to slowly stroke him, her body rising and falling on the bed as they played with each other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:20:56</strong>
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				<em>James Franco - at his house earlier in the night</em><br><br>James Franco was good at his job. The local high school principal for the last three years were a steady and reliable sort. He wasn't very charismatic but dependable and in a small town like Harrisville that was much appreciated by the population. His wife was one of the town accountant. A perfectly respectable nice looking woman, who dressed in elegant professional dresses and were really good at her job.<br><br>It was no wonder then she was pouring over some papers in their down stairs office that they both shared. James got his dresses on, the shirt, suit and shoes, his usual dress for going out, at work or wherever. The children were asleep upstairs and moving to the office he bent over his wife's shoulder and kissed lightly on her cheek, "Honey ... I'm feeling upto sleeping. I will just go out a bit and have some air, driving around". It was nothing special, James having done so regularly. He usually gets freed up much before his wife unless its the exam season, so between TV and reading books, sometimes it did get boring and James's wife didn't mind.<br><br>But tonight his heard pounded though the wife didn't notice. James could hear the beat of it in his ear drum as he turned the ignition and heard the soft purring of his almost new Honda sedan. Like his life, it was not a flashy car, but it looked good enough and it was a steady reliable car as expected of someone his standing and means. But the road that his car eventually took wasn't at all expected, turning into the narrow graveled road to his destination for the night as the sounds came in a debauched invitation.<br><br>---------------<br><br><em>James Franco - at the Fucking Gulch </em><br><br>Parking his car and getting out James walked out to the door in measured steps, trying to appear nonchalant even though he was clearly not. This was officially his second time in the Fucking Gulch. Having came in a couple of days to investigate if the rumors were true and getting to meet the boss guy and hear about the rules.<br><br>Entering through the door he found Bert and had some necessary small talks with him, feeling rather uncomfortable and exposed for his first time trying to mix with the clients and staff of the establishment. Moving slowly he sat himself down at one of the stool at the bar. He noticed the bar tender, the town doc and remembered what he was suppose to call him.<br><br><strong>"Doc, why don't you get me something, whatever is your recommendation"</strong>, he asked once again trying to appear comfortable as his gaze moved slowly across the lounge, trying to capture the decor and people in his mind as he thought of what he wanted. His last visit had simply been an attempt to establish the truth of what he had heard about the place and most people would have missed his silent entry and similar exist, one particular lady at least had, he thought back of the meeting earlier in the day.<br><br>He felt a rush of desire at the thought of his plan. So different from his regular life, of his confident, composed posture of his day life, he felt a surreal moment of self exploration. <strong>"I was wondering about Ms. Indigo, is she around today?"</strong>, he finally asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:31:33</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room to Basement Lounge</em><br><br>He couldn't believe it. He absolutely couldn't believe it. He lay there, never having even managed a full erection, and he had already spilled in her mouth.<br><br>He could feel Orchid sliding alongside him, still feel her breasts against his arm, her nipples hard and pointed. Her fingers caressed his chest, gently, sending small electrical charges of pleasure throughout his system. Her warm body was pleasant enough, but all of her words to help him feel better, her offers to keep going...<br><br>It just made him so mad for some reason!<br><br>He grabbed her hand, pulling it from his chest as he sat up. He did his best not to look at her, to ignore her words. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, slipping them on before he grabbed onto his jeans beneath. As he zipped and buckled them back up he spotted his shirt, haphazardly strung against the bed post. He still tried his best to ignore Orchid as he slipped his shirt back on, grabbing his jacket. As he stepped out of the room he couldn't even bare to look at Big and Tall, his shame plastered all over his face. He stepped outside the door, planning to leave, feeling the cool night air wash over his face.<br><br>He didn't know how long he stood there, just staring at the ground. All of his hate for this town, his father, for women, for <em>everything</em> all boiling inside of him. He gripped his hands into a fist, closed his eyes, threw his head back and shouted to the Heavens as loud as he could. When he was done, his voice echoing throughout the night, bouncing off unseen objects and coming back to him, he sighed.<br><br>He turned back around. He didn't know why, couldn't figure out as he grabbed the handle and stepped back inside.<br><br>"Just needed some fresh air, y'know?" he muttered as he passed Big and Tall, not even looking at him. He walked right down the steps, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. His fingers grabbed the $20 and slammed it onto the bar, taking a seat.<br><br>"Give me something that'll take the hate away, Doc, and a lot of it," he muttered, eyes to the counter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:36:40</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>"I sure do like what I taste" He feels her hand going to his dick. Her soft hand is stroking it. Jones goes back with his fingers to her pussy takes of that thong and now she is totally naked. What a view. This is so much better than masturbating at home with some cheap porn: he thinks. <br><br>He sniffed the thong and threw it on the floor. He starts stimulating her clitoris with his fingers.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:46:28</strong>
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				<em>Aria - at home getting ready</em><br><br>She threw her waitress uniform on the couch and stood there naked for a moment. It was getting late and she hated that the other waitress had been late for her shift. Now she had to rush, she was losing out on clients, and tips. Aria jumped into the shower and washed off the grime from the diner, she made sure that she smelled pretty and not like some blue plate special. <br><br>Jumping out of the shower, she decided to go dark this night opting for something black (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Lingerie4.jpg). She quickly threw on her coat and jumped into her SUV to get her to The Gulch. <br>--------------------------------------------------<br><br><em>Opal Arriving</em><br>When she got there, looked like the place was hopping already. She saw Bert and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry I'm late, work issues. Maybe we can make up for lost time later?" She had a thing for Bert.&nbsp; She handed him her coat and headed straight for&nbsp; the lounge area. <br><br>She saw Doc and gave him a wave, there were a few men milling about, a few regulars, a few newbies. "Hey Doc, White Russian, you know," she winked at him, that was her 'usual' drink. She sat there looking around, she knew who was asking for Indigo, and it looked like she wasn't available. Indigo got all the good ones, they all liked her style. <br><br>Of now Opal would hang back and wait to see how the night progressed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 16:53:20</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones, Room 4</em><br><br>She fells the thong slid off, and raises her hips to meet his hand. She gasped softly as his fingers began to rub her clit. <br><br>Her and continued to stroke him, feeling his hard cock in her hand.&nbsp; She was trying hard to make sure he felt good, he had paid for her after all, but after Chuck, Ruby was beginning to feel like the girl with all the quickies. <br><br>Yes she was wet, and she had been left hanging from Chuck, so she was desperate for release. Still, Jones seemed not so in to her at the moment. "Oh Please harder, she moaned, trying to make sure the client was always happy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 17:00:56</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - ground floor room</em><br><br>Desdemona wasn’t often truly surprised at the Gulch, but this was different. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting from the Kid after his early release, but him storming off as if she had done something wrong wasn’t one of the options she had considered. Yet he almost angrily pushed her aside and got dressed again as if he couldn’t get away from her quickly enough. She felt offended to her very core. She gathered her lingerie up from the floor and left the room herself after she had lingered a few minutes longer, trying to make sense of it. At that point, she was still mad, but her first instinct - which had been to tell Bert the guy had roughed her up a bit - was gone. <br><br>She could have easily done so, gone to the big black bouncer all sobbing and pretending to be frightened. Bert would have kicked the kid out and warned him never to come back, <em>after giving him a good beating</em>. Bert was VERY protective of “his” girls. But her desire for revenge was subdued enough by the time she reached the back room for her not to carry out that evil little plan. Instead she took a shower and washed the sweat and other assorted fluids off her body, after which she brushed her teeth and used some mouthwash. She didn’t want to smell of seven kinds of cum by the time the night was over. After getting dressed again, she rejoined the crowd down in the basement lounge, consciously avoiding any eye contact with the Kid, who had returned to the bar area by then.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 17:08:23</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He continued stimulating her clit. Jones felt his cock getting harder while she was stroking it. Her moaning made him feel special although he knew she was acting. The previous months slowly dissapear from his memory while he started fingering her.<br><br>Such a treatment is better than a visit of a psychologist. He took of his boxers and was now complety nude too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 17:16:24</strong>
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				Doc - basement lounge<br><br>Doc smiled at the high school principle as he came in, another of his clients in real life, and a second time visitor to the gulch.&nbsp; Doc was always happy when people came back.&nbsp; It was a little risky when someone came and never came back.&nbsp; The Gulch held it's breath, worried that this might be the final client that blew open the lid on the Gulch.&nbsp; But a second visit, that meant a client.&nbsp; &nbsp;He cracked a bud light and set it in front of the man.&nbsp; He tended to give people beer if they didn't specify.&nbsp; He had a light hand with the booze when he mixed drinks and sometimes people complained about that.&nbsp; But his theory was that the booze was there as a social lubricant, that no one here was really here to get drunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;But with a beer you knew what you were getting... you could measure easily how much you'd drunk.<br><br>That was when the kid came back and crypically in emotional post teen angst, asked for something strong.&nbsp; &nbsp;Doc tapped the twenty dollar bill and said, "I'll pour you a drink with no problem kid, but let me see the car keys first.&nbsp; This isn't a dive bar where you can get drunk and drown away your sorrows.&nbsp; This is a place where you come to feel good.&nbsp; I ain't letting you get waisted and leave here."<br><br>He smiled, "Now, the fine art of bartending on the other hand is a lost art for some.&nbsp; You tell me what's on your mind and I'll help you feel better about it.&nbsp; I'm not a head shrink, but I'll help you feel better."&nbsp; He smiled and added, "That's how I got the nickname Doc don't ya know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 18:50:12</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones - Room 4</em><br><br>It felt good, and now she was glad he was completely naked as well. "Oh God yes," she cooed as he continued to finger her. She felt like she was going to burst, only because she hadn't gotten off tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon her back arched and she came over his fingers, her juices oozing out of her. "Oh god&nbsp; that was amazing." <br><br>She then began to roll him over to get him on his back. Once he was laying down, Ruby parted her lips and replaced her&nbsp; hand with her mouth. Soon, she had him swallowed to the base, wanting him to feel as good as she did right now.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 20:37:16</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>"I didn't drive here," Dean said, running his hand through his hair as he leaned forward against the bar. "I rode a bike." He sighed, looking up at Doc.<br><br>"<strong>You tell me what's on your mind and I'll help you feel better about it.&nbsp; I'm not a head shrink, but I'll help you feel better.</strong>"&nbsp; He smiled and added, "<strong>That's how I got the nickname Doc don't ya know.</strong>" That smile. Them pearly whites, so to speak. Dean wanted to punch the guy right in the mouth, something about how great and happy he pretended everything was.<br><br>Dean looked down at the bar again, his foot tapping against the floor. He began scratching at a couple of ring stains on the surface of the bar, left behind by perspiring glasses from the past. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice carrying a lot less of the conceited attitude earlier, cracking slightly with vulnerability.<br><br>"This isn't actually my first time here, y'know," he said softly. "The first time I was about 9 or 10. I literally was a kid. I walked in, turned a corner, and the room I was just in..." He glanced up, seeing Orchid. She was mingling with other clients, looking away, but she didn't look the same. Her posture was different. She was missing a glow about her. "...the room I was just in with her," he continued, pointing at the dark haired beauty, "it was actually the room I saw him in. A woman just...pop!" He leaned back, making a motion of a woman pulling her top apart like Superman. "They spotted me, and he dragged me outside and...BAM!" He smacked his fist into his open hand.<br><br>Dean sighed, leaning forward again. Glancing up, he saw his reflection against the mirror in the bar. "This place likes humiliating me, it seems. Getting busted up by my Dad, everyone treating me like a kid, letting go ea-...." He paused, glancing back over to Orchid, then up to Doc. He cast his eyes down once more, trying to think.<br><br>"I don't even know why I came here..." He reached for the glass Doc set down for him, nodding towards the bartender as he raised his drink, before tossing it back...<br><br>...and then exploding in a fit of coughing again, trying to down three shots worth of whiskey in one go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 20:54:26</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He felt her muscles pulling together and he knew she was coming. He felt good knowing that he could do that to a girl. As he was thinking he felt Ruby's lips around his cock. She did well although he felt that she was still a little inexperienced. He put his hand on her head and showed her which tempo he liked.<br><br>Now he had time to take a better look at her face. She had a beautiful even skin and Jones loved her blonde hair. She's a natural beauty.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 20:58:16</strong>
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				<em>Dark- Upstairs, BDSM Room</em><br><br>“Good girl.” Dark grinned, reveling in the sound of Indigo’s sexy voice made husky with desire.<br><br>Dark moved to the table where he had previously set the glass and began undressing slowly, in no hurry. He meticulously folded each article of clothing in turn, placing them in a neat pile. He kept his belt with him, if nothing else it was a good intimidation tool, so he slung the supple leather strap over his shoulder and placed his hat upon the stack of clothes.<br><br>Folding the belt over on itself, Dark pressed the ends in and then tugged hard, making the leather crack loudly against itself. The noise was loud enough that anyone, anywhere inside the gulch could have heard it. He was rock hard by now, the way she’d called him ‘Master” had seen to that and his erection was poking out proudly before him.<br><br>With a chorus of clicking gears and moaning hinges, Dark spread Indigo’s legs wider, locking them in place with the stirrups as he placed himself in between. He knelt down for a moment, breathing in the heady bouquet of Indigo’s arousal before lowering his face to gently spread her open using only the tip of his tongue. She tasted delightful.<br><br>Dark rose once more to his full height, fishing out an ice cube from the glass as the head of his long, hard cock teased at Indigo’s inviting entrance. He slid the ice cube in small concentric circles around Indigo’s areola, circling inward until it was just moving around the highest point of her nipple. When He lifted the ice cube to move to her other nipple, two things happened in rapid succession.<br><br>The first thing that happened, was that Dark drove the full length and breadth of his cock into Indigo’s tight pussy. The second was that his hot mouth descended upon the nipple which had just been teased with ice, making the temperature inside his mouth feel like fire. His warm tongue swiped around and around the cold little nub of flesh, lips sucking loudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 21:23:50</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>And with that, he was gone again… She had begged for his cock, but he moved away from the table and instead started stripping off his clothes at an incredibly slow pace. She could just about see him from the corner of her eye and her excitement only grew as he tormented her with the extra wait. A jolt went through her body when she heard the loud snap of the leather belt. Goosebumps formed all over her body as she understood the implication of the act. She licked her lips involuntarily as he rejoined her at the contraption she was strapped into.<br><br>His erection was impression, his throbbing cock moving with every step he took towards her. She growled silently as he operated the apparatus to further part her legs until he had a glorious view and easy access to her bare pussy. She moaned appreciatively as his tongue explored her damp slit. Her moans turned to desperate gasps as the limber little organ buried itself deep into her hole. <strong>“Oh yes… mmmmmmmm yes…”</strong> she cooed as the tongue worked its way around inside her. <br><br>As he rose again, she noticed another ice cube in his hand, and her eyes followed his fingers as they went to work on her nipple. She breathed heavily in anticipation as the cold teased and burnt her skin. <strong>“Mmmmmmmmmmm”</strong> she moaned as the ice cube further tortured her until it was retracted… And then it came.<br><br>A twin assault on hr body, with a warm mouth engulfing the previously ice-cold nipple but mostly, a thick throbbing cock spearing her entire snatch in one rough thrust. <strong>“Ooooooooooh fuck…”</strong> she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying from the top of the attic to the furthest corners of the basement and back again, or so it seemed. She felt impaled on his length and her nippled was as if it was on fire in his mouth. Her restrained body writhed and tremored all over…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 22:28:03</strong>
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				<em>Doc - basement lounge bar - talking to the kid</em><br><br>"Listen kid," Doc said, seeing that the kid had his own demons he was working through.&nbsp; "I understand you got yourself some issues.&nbsp; An I don't know why you came here tonight, an honestly I don't really care.&nbsp; But we keep things light and fun here at the Gulch.&nbsp; So you're going to have to cheer up some, cause if you start bringing people down, you're going to find yourself a whole lot of unwelcome."<br><br>Doc took the bottle away from the kid after his third shot.&nbsp; "Drinking like that won't do you any good you know.&nbsp; Whatever you're going through, trying to drown pain in a bottle never works... it just hides it for a little bit.&nbsp; But kid, let me tell you, when it comes back, it's twice as bad."<br><br>Doc leaned forwards on the bar, his hand finding his pocket and fingering the two year chip that he'd gotten at his AA meeting a few months back.&nbsp; "Trust me on this one, I know what I'm talking about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 22:32:36</strong>
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				<em>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby</em><br><br>The entire building was flooded with the sounds of passion and sexual deeds being done in all corners of The Fucking Gulch. It was easy to listen, but not so easy to shut out the sounds. Bert was most aware of the sounds from directly above where Dark was having his way with Miss Indigo. He felt more than a little protective of Indigo, and if he was honest, a little bit jealous of Dark. The client always seemed so calm, measured and at ease around the women. It was a level of poise, that Bert could only dream of possessing.<br><br>To say it was a busy night was a massive understatement, Bert’s pencil flew over the page of his ledger book as he struggled to keep up with the pace with his limited schooling. But he did a decent enough job.<br><br>Bert looked up from his books when Miss Opal passed into the lobby, his face lit up in a smile. She was another of the girls who he felt a closeness with beyond their roles as coworkers. When she apologized for being late and kissed him, Bert blushed though it was impossible to tell, and when she suggested that she could make it up to him he blushed harder still.<br><br>When Opal handed him her coat, Bert couldn’t help but check her out, she was gorgeous and absolutely dressed to kill. She smelled like heaven but was built for sin.<br><br>“Damn, Miss Opal. You Look sweeter than warm maple syrup on chocolate cake.” Bert said, his deep voice warm and familiar as he took her coat to hang it up.<br><br>It wasn’t long at all after Opal arrived that Kid came bursting out of the room he’d been sharing with Miss Orchid. He looked pissed off and miserable, making a Bee Line past Bert to the door. When Orchid emerged, Bert gave her a look that said <em>What the fuck?</em><br><br>It wasn’t that there were never dissatisfied customers at Fucking Gulch, but almost always they were clients who wanted a bit more than they’d paid for or wanted to dispute the clock, and no one ever, <em>ever</em> had any complaints about Miss Orchid who by all accounts was a most generous and enthusiastic lover. Kid, however, was a unique case; he didn’t even come close to reaching his time limit, and yet he was headed for the door like his Johnson was on fire. When Kid returned and walked down to the lobby, Bert watched him like a hawk.<br><br>Bert wasn’t sure what went wrong, but if it escalated, Bert wanted to be sure that he was in a position to stomp out the spark before it became a blaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 22:55:55</strong>
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				<em>Dark- Upstairs, BDSM Room</em><br><br>Miss Indigo was moaning and wailing by the time Dark stuffed his cock inside her, her melodious voice music to his ears. He fucked her for several rapid strokes, even as his teeth closed around the erect nub of her nipple and his tongue thrashed back and forth inside of his mouth over the tip. His hips knew instinctively how to move, he’d had enough sex that thrusting was as second nature as putting one foot in front of the other to walk. He reveled in the warm, wetness of her glorious cunt; The Fucking Gulch was unique to most other brothels in that they didn’t require the clients to use protection.<br><br>When it seemed like Indigo was growing close to her climax, Dark pulled his face back and pulled his cock out at the same moment. He left her abruptly empty of him and teetering right near the edge. Dark lifted the glass up from Indigo’s chest and lifted it to his lips, watching her squirm… He loved watching them squirm.<br><br>“Not yet, whore.” Dark said through a smile, lifting the glass to his lips. “You will climax at my pleasure and not before I instruct you to do so. Understood?”<br><br>Dark tilted his head back, drinking the water that had melted from the ice and then dumping a few of the partially melted ice cubes into his mouth. He set the glass aside, observing the red circle that the cold glass had left on Indigo’s pale skin. He lowered himself to one knee as the ice on her other nipple melted away to nothing, and he gripped one of the ice cubes between his teeth.<br><br>Using the ice cube to trace the outline of Indigo’s pussy lips, Dark worked his way up one side and down the other, teasing her closer and closer to her heated core as the water mixed with her juices and dripped to the floor. At last he slid the ice cube up under the hood of her clit and wiggled his face until he felt sure that the ice was directly upon her clit.<br><br>When Dark felt that Indigo couldn’t take much more abuse to her clit he slid his mouth lower and used his tongue to push the ice cube inside of Indigo’s hot pussy. His tongue followed that ice cube with another and another until his mouth was empty, using his tongue to push the bundle of ice cubes deeper, wiggling his tongue inside of her as he tried to shove the cubes of ice as deep as they would go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 01:49:15</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones- room 4</em><br><br>There it was, his participation. She smiled to herself went he set the pace for his blowjob and she complied. Ruby looked up at him as he guided her up and down his rigid shaft. <br><br>Her tongue began swirling around him, licking and tasting him base to tip. She even suckled the bulbous head to make him feel even better. She kept going, knowing from his moans he was enjoying what she was doing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 02:01:44</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He increased the pace. Jones looked right into her eyes while she was blowing him. He could see that she was doing everthing she could to please him. After a while he wanted her to stop. He went to his wallet and grabbed a condom. He put the condom on and slowly inserted his cock in her pussy. He started to fuck her slowly. He was really enjoying this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 02:04:58</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>Dean's body trembled, convulsing as he coughed a bit more. He could still feel the bourbon, still smell it, feel the warmth settling in his stomach. Right, next time, don't swallow so much at once. Smaller sips.<br><br>Dean shook his head, finally finished with coughing. Doc had just flashed a grin at him, trying to calm him, let him know that things are alright down here. Dean opened his mouth to say something, a sarcastic comment, but just at that moment...<br><br>"<strong>Ooooooooooh fuck…</strong>" It was barely audible from down here, but the walls and ceiling of the Gulch certainly carried that scream. Dean looked to the ceiling, a bit in surprise, though no one else seemed to pay any attention. He shook his head. Either way, it saved him from making some comment that was likely to piss Doc off.<br><br>He studied Doc for a moment, his smile, and listened to his words. A place for everyone to come and be happy, eh? So they just removed one mask and replaced it with another? Everyone pretending to have a good time? His old school principal was sitting at the end of the bar not six seats away, a married man coming to a whore house, and what was it? For happiness?<br><br>Dean wrapped his knuckles against the counter top briefly, looking across the room. The men of varying ages, the ladies in lingerie (the ones still around, at least). He finally looked back to Doc.<br><br>"Is this the real you?" He asked. He didn't seem to be trying to make a point. He didn't seem to be sarcastic, or trying to be a smart ass. It was a genuine question. Was Doc, well, Doc?
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 02:28:56</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones - room 4</em><br><br>She continued to suck him off until he decided he was done. She laid back and watched as he slipped on his protection. <br><br>When he sank into her soft folds, Ruby rose her hips to get him deeper. "Oh god yes," she moaned as he began to fuck her. She then reached up and put her arms around his neck. Her legs also soon wrapped around his waist to get him deeper as her moans filled the air. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 02:37:28</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He speeded up a little. The room was now filled with moans and the sound of of Jones bumping into Ruby. Her pussy was incredibly tight. When she reached up he kissed her. She had these soft lips, she was really wet dream material.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 03:25:02</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst w Mary in Room 2</strong><br><br>Amethyst couldn't help but grin when she saw Mary moving closer to her, she was mere inches away now. She could see what Mary was thinking and it thrilled her. Amethyst would have her sister-in-law, she didn't care how long it takes, but she would taste her. "It's not as good as when someone else does the touching, but it's feels pretty good when I touch myself." She slipped another finger into herself and found her g-spot rather quickly. It made her gasp and moan softly so she tapped against it with one of her fingertips. She arched her back a bit to where it was easier for Mary to see all she wanted to. Her other hand made work of rubbing her breasts and squeezing them together. Amethyst wanted to see her sister-in-law squirm with the want for her. <br><br>She smiled at Mary's next question. "I can either way, but it's all about what you want me to do. I'm yours for as long as you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 03:59:50</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones, Room 4</em><br><br>He felt so good, each thrust going deeper. His kiss was amazing, such strong lips against hers. Ruby flexed her muscles to milk him. He was an excellent lover and she moaned into their kiss. <br><br>Soon her body pressed tight against his. She was moving in time with him now, her body racing towards orgasm with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 04:05:59</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He felt Ruby flex her muscles and he groaned a little. This girl knew what she was doing. <br><br>"Do you like anal?" Jones asked. He really wanted to do something special tonight to make it unforgetable. His previous girlfriends didn't let him do the other hole but in here he could try. He paid for it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 04:13:51</strong>
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				<em>Mary Magdalene w/Amethyst in Room 2</em><br><br>"I want..." What did she want? The view of Amethyst playing with herself was turning her on, and Mary could feel her panties becoming wetter and wetter with her own excitement. She ran her fingers through her chocolate brown hair, brushing her hair back, feeling her skin quiver at her own touch, excited for any kind of stimulation before she suddenly remembered that there was so much more that she could have Amethyst do. "I want to watch you...use a toy on yourself."<br><br>She knew which toy exactly she wanted her to use. It was a toy she often had seen and knew the brothel had it...but she had yet to ask any of the whores to use it. Tonight, she would have Amethyst use it. She stood up and walked to the drawers with the toys until she found the one (http://cdn2.edenfantasys.com/pi/NW10582_1.jpg) she wanted and slowly showed it to Amethyst, her voice laced with obvious lust.<br><br>"Use this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 04:16:35</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones - Room 4</em><br><br>She smiled when he asked about anal, "Yeah baby, I'm into it. I'm yours to do what you like. Go ahead, let me feel you deep inside there. "<br><br>Ruby was so excited, she was dangerously close to orgasm. She knew if he took her in the ass, it wouldn't take long for her to cum again for him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 04:26:50</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He made sure he lubed everything enough so it would slide in without her getting hurt. He was really excited about this. He puts his dick in her ass and feels it stretching. He's really amazed. "I should have tried this earlier, this feels so good."&nbsp; He started to fuck that tight ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 05:00:22</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones- room 4</em><br><br>She lay on her belly as he lubed both of them. When she felt him slide in, she moaned happily. "Oh yes Honey, just like that." <br><br>She was wanton for him and her bum lifted from the bed to match his thrusts. She began to grip the sheets as he kept going. "God yes, so fucking good!" She was getting close, but would let him cum first and enjoy the ride. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 05:25:40</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst w Mary in room 2</strong><br><br>Her eyes zoned in on the toy and she smiled. "Very nice choice. One of my favorites." She murmured as Mary held it out to her. Amethyst reached into a drawer near the bed and grabbed a little bottle of lube. She lubed the toy up and got up to her knees so she could position herself over each part of the toy. It truly was one of her favorites, she was a girl who had never minded anal...in fact, it was one of her favorite things to do. If her sister-in-law learned about her when she was younger, Amethyst thought she might blush even harder than she had thus far. She had been quite the slut in high school.<br><br>She positioned the smaller end against her already lubed ass and maneuvered it into her ass, groaning softly as it went it as far as she could comfortably get it. She held her slightly swollen pussy lips open, giving Mary a glimpse of what she looked like all opened up, before sliding down until she hit the base of the toy's shaft. "Want this?" She offered the remote to Mary with a smile, giving her the chance to control the toy's vibrations when it was inside of her. "Just a suggestion, but I like it turned all the way up. Surprise me, though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 09:25:54</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He couldn't hold it much longer. He felt his cum going through his dick as he came but he continued fucking cause he knew Ruby was close to an orgasm too. <br><br>As he came he realized that he was starting to really like Ruby. She's really an amazing woman and if he could he wanted to know more about her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 10:02:45</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>Miss Indigo moaned loudly each time Dark’s cock slid in and out of her. His pace became ever more vicious and her moans increasingly louder. She yelped a bit when his teeth grasped her nipple and she felt a flash of pain run to her mind. Their union caused wet, slapping sounds that were drowned out by their moans and her screams. <br><br>Just as she threw her head back and felt herself near a climax, she lost the sensation between her legs. Only a tingling feeling remained and when she looked up, she saw what had happened… Dark had pulled his cock clear of her cunt and was standing over her with a grin on his face. She sighed when the glass was then detached from her chest and looked up at him incredulously when he just took a sip of the water. <br><br>His words were lewd and vicious, and they made her feel like nothing more than an object in his eyes, but she eagerly responded with a <strong>“yes Master.”</strong> She swallowed noticeably when he gulped in the remaining ice cubes and then got on his knees in between her legs. She had some idea what was to come but it still came as a shock when it started.<br><br>A noticeable jolt went through her body when miss Indigo felt the cold cube on her pussy lips first. She bit her lips hard. Deep moans still escaped her gullet, which turned to screams when one ice-cube was pressed up against her little button. That sensation made her tremble all over like a leaf caught in the wind.<br><br>When that was mercifully over, it was replaced by an equally torturous feeling, when one after the other the ice cubes were pushed up her cunt. It felt like a frozen cock had been shoved back up her whole and she whimpered in despair as she was filled to the brim with ice-cold cubes. <strong>“Please…”</strong> she whelped. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 10:20:40</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement lounge bar</em><br><br>"There is no such thing as 'real' Kid."&nbsp; Doc said straightening up.&nbsp; "When I'm here, I enjoy hearing the sounds all around.&nbsp; I like talking to people that come in and the eye candy of my co-workers certainly doesn't hurt either."<br><br>He reached for a bottle of water and set it on the bar, pushing it towards the kid.&nbsp; "Now when I'm not here, this me doesn't exist.&nbsp; Doesn't make me any less real, just makes things different.&nbsp; Gotta accept that, you'll live longer, have more fun.&nbsp; Plus no one around here likes it when you ask questions about who is 'real."&nbsp; Doc smiled hoping that the kid wouldn't get too upset, thinking he was attacking the kid.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 10:48:09</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>Dean nodded, listening to the words of the Doc. He spoke like he had the wisdom of a man that had seen a lot of things. Of course, Dean thought whatever he was spouting was bullshit, just an excuse for people to lead a double life and lie to themselves on a constant basis. He shrugged, though. If he argued anymore he was bound to get a fist to the face from Big and Tall upstairs.<br><br>The man was right about "hearing the sounds", though. While that one scream managed to pierce through the cracks of the walls like none other, there were plenty of moans upstairs to be heard. Dean looked around once more, taking in the members of the bar and lounge. Two ladies were present. Orchid, the dark haired girl, already knew a dirty secret of his. Evidently he was an early cummer, couldn't even get a full erection. What would she do with that knowledge? Probably tell the other women. He glanced over at the new blonde, another rather voluptuous member of the party...though there was...he couldn't quite place it, but she reminded him of someone. He shook his head.<br><br>Then there was the Principal. This old fart that had stood in front of his class on Graduation Day, speaking of all this goody two-shoes crap. A married man with kids, trusted by the community to lead their children to a bright future. And here he was, in the dark basement of a brothel, the stink of whiskey and gin polluting the air.<br><br>Dean couldn't help but smirk to himself. So this was life in New Harrisville Falls? On the surface, you pretend to be the absolute perfect being, the ideal Christian, the model Republican. Down here, however, down here everyone was sleazy, a slut, a player, or even a bartender. Dean couldn't help but laugh to himself.<br><br>He untwisted the cap to his bottle of water, smiling at Doc, and perhaps looking into his eyes for the first time that night.<br><br>"To our dirty little secrets," he said, raising the bottle to the air before pressing it to his lips, the cold water flooding down his throat and cooling the whiskey induced warmth in his gullet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 11:02:16</strong>
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				Doc - Basement lounge, Bar.<br><br>Holding out his own bottle of water, Doc toasted the kid's salute and added, "Indeed."&nbsp; &nbsp;But then one of the regular's caught Doc's attention and needed a refill.&nbsp; Doc gave the kid one last smile and a nod before he moved off, leaving him to his own thoughts.&nbsp; The kid didn't know it, but he was cut off for the night.&nbsp; Bike or car, three shots of burbon right in a row like that wasn't the kind of drinking that Doc encouraged.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 11:19:54</strong>
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				Dark smiled around his writhing tongue as Indigo moaned, wailed and pleaded for mercy. It turned him on immensely to hear her beg like that, but he had no intention of stopping until he was finished to his own satisfaction. He continued lapping at the smooth surface of the ice cubes within her, causing them to shift and move until they melted away to water that dripped down to join the growing puddle on the floor.<br><br>When Dark stood up again, he slid his hands slowly over the smooth flesh of Indigo’s inner thighs, caressing her skin, feeling the softness of her as yet unmarked skin. Dark gripped the buckle of his belt and looked deep into Indigo’s hazel eyes, smiling as he slowly wrapped the length of his belt around and around his hand until just a short five-inch length remained dangling from his hand.<br><br>The whole time Dark was wrapping his belt around his hand, he used the very tip of his still rigid and hot cock to lightly tease the chilly flesh of Indigo’s soaking wet pussy.<br><br>“Don’t hold back now, bitch. Scream for me.” Dark grinned, raising his arm up high.<br><br>In the same motion, the same shadow of a moment, Dark plunged his hot cock into Indigo’s frigid pussy and swung his belt down on her inner thigh. The slap of his heavy balls against her firm, toned ass coincided with the sound of the leather striking against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.<br><br>The belt left behind a long red welt, so well defined that small white ovals studded the middle of the mark left behind, where the buckle holes had struck. Dark thrust in again hard with a loud grunt, absolutely enamored with the feeling of Indigo’s soft, clenching folds made unnaturally cold by his previous actions. This was what he imagined it might be like to fuck a mermaid.<br><br>Dark swung the belt at her opposite thigh as he thrust inside Indigo again, then immediately swinging the strap at her other thigh. He built up speed rapidly, whipping her inner thighs back and forth, her welts swelling up where they overlapped.<br><br>“Oh fuck! Fuck Yes, bitch!” Dark was hollering as well now, joining the chorus of Indigo’s moans and screams. “I love to fuck this frozen fucking cunt! Squeeze me! Make that cold clam clench my eel!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 11:38:47</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room<br></em><br>Finally the torturous feeling on her snatch was gone, when the ice-cubes had all but withered completely away. What remained was a chilly feeling that ran right up her tunnel and created perpetual goose bumps all over her body. She opened her eyes again and looked up at Dark, only to see him slowly but surely wrap his belt around his hand… It was more than a threat now, he meant to use it on her… She shivered in anticipation of the stinging crack of the leather.<br><br>She stirred when his warm and blood-soaked cockhead touched her freezing labia. It made her moan as the sensation was something unlike anything other she had ever felt down there. When the warning came about the screams, she braced herself, and then a dual scream escaped her throat.<br><br>One was pleasurable confusion as his warm cock buried itself deep up her cold gasp. She bit her lower lip when she was filled by a warm rod that brushed heavily up against her cold walls. At the same time a jolt of warm pain hit up her spine as a deep welt was left where his belt had hit her thigh. Her cold cunt now gripped his cock even tighter as she felt the air disappear out of her lungs. Another thrust and another crack of the belt followed and she screamed her voice raw.<br><br>Soon her entire inner thighs were a deep red color, and warm pain burned up her body. All the same, there was a cold core where her frozen cunt was, and that was equally being tortured by his thick rod that was ripping it to pieces. She was desperate and starting to get a little panicky when he shouted at her at the top of his lungs. She squeezed him harder and harder with her walls, wanting to milk the warm goo right from his rod, in spite of her discomfort and pain.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 11:44:16</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones - Room 4</em><br><br>She felt him cum and that was all she needed for her own release. She cried out into the mattress, her body tensed as her orgasm came swift and hard. He had made her night, got her off like she needed. <br><br>She lay there, panting, he was a very good client. "Wow, that was good. Hope you liked it." She turned her head to look back at him and gave him a smile. Yes, this was a client she wouldn't mind servicing again and again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:00:19</strong>
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				Dark moaned louder as he felt that familiar tug at the back of his balls, it was almost time for the coup de gras, the moment his steaming hot cum invaded her cold pussy. It would likely feel scalding hot to her cold tempered, sensitive flesh; he moved faster still in anticipation.<br><br>Without any slowdown or hesitation in his thrusts, Dark reached down, unbinding Indigo’s wrists first, letting her arms free. Once she was unrestrained above the waist, Dark grasped her hair once again, pulling her up to sitting and kissing her aggressively, wantonly, hungrily. This was yet another reason Dark preferred Fucking Gulch over any of the locally based brothels near his home. A kiss could be a powerful weapon, a deep connection and a heart wrenching admission all at once.<br><br>While their tongues danced within the grasp of the kiss, Dark was busy unbuckling Indigo’s ankles. He didn’t stop hammering away with his hips, as this new angle allowed him to shove his cock all the way to her cervix when he slammed his hips into hers hard enough.<br><br>Dark slung Indigo’s legs around his waist as though he were simply putting on a robe. He carried Indigo over to the bed, not letting up with either his kissing or fucking until they were already there. One strong thrust and a release of his arms sent Indigo sprawling into the silken sheets.<br><br>Grasping her wrists, Dark forced Indigo’s palms up onto the leather bound headboard. He strapped her to the edifice, her ass pointed back at him; finishing this last setup by looping his belt through the buckle and lowering the shrinking noose around Indigo’s head.<br><br>“Open your mouth, whore. Bite down on the belt and beg for my cum.” Dark ordered, teasing her lips with the head of his hot, soaking cock once more. “Once I fill you up, I’ll allow you to seize your own climax. After waiting for this long, it ought to be something truly special.”<br><br>In Dark’s vast experience with the female orgasm, quality trumped quantity and that was why he was so adamant about holding power over the orgasms of the women he fucked at the Gulch. They were so close now, he himself could feel how huge his own climax was going to be, he could only wonder at what Indigo felt.<br><br>“Go on, Slut.” Dark demanded, tugging hard on the belt and forcing Indigo’s chin upward as he slammed inside, forcing her back into a deep arch. “Beg your Master for his hot cum in your frigid cunt!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:04:24</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He lay next to her, admirering here. She was really cute when she smiled like that. He saw that smile the first time earlier this evening in the lounge and he knew she was going to treat him well. She didn't dissapoint him, it was the best sex he had in his life. He could lay here forever watching her.<br><br>"I hope I wasn't your worst customer" he said with a smile. Jones took his clothes and he dressed himself again. "Do I see you at the bar when you're showered? Just want to buy you a drink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:13:06</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>Indigo tried to take the rough fucking as well as she could. Her body was in a state of near desperation, and then he upped his fucking tempo a notch higher. Her screams were now as raw as her voice as his cock plunged in and out of her well-fucked, cold hole and her thighs burned with the power of some invisible but scorching fire.<br><br>To her surprise, he bent over to undo her straps, but her mind was too otherwise occupied to pay it much mind. She was roughly pulled into him and her reply to his kisses was more tentative than matching in his passion. She just felt too exhausted, mentally as well as physically to keep up with him. <br><br>Even her legs were eventually freed from their restraint and then his fucking took up even further in intensity. Her screams were now near begs for mercy yet she still kept her safe word to herself. Would she even be able to properly remember it right now should she need it? After her legs were flung around his waist as if she was a ragdoll, she was carried to the bed whilst he pistoned in and out of her hole. Her arms trembled as she tried to hold onto to him but then was thrust and tossed onto the bed.<br><br>She was put in a new position, to further her submission and humiliation. Her hands were now bound to the headboard, but it was his next act that shocked her a bit. A leather noose was lowered around her neck and her teeth grasped the belt to obey his growled order. Through clenched teeth she started speaking, no, begging.<strong> “Please Master… Give me your warm cum… flood my pussy with your sweet seed… mmmmmmmmm”</strong> She was surprised to hear her own muffled voice, sounding raw even as she held the belt in between her teeth.<br><br>She yelped as he pulled the belt as if it were a horse’s reins and screamed in agony and desperation. <strong>“aaaaaw Master… yes… please… flood this frigid cunt with your hot sticky cum…”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:15:46</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones - Room 4</em><br><br>Her hand stroked his cheek, "You were my best customer tonight, trust me." She wasn't lying, after Chuck, this guy was damn good. He was so handsome too, she just lay there looking at him for a moment, taking in his face. <br><br>"Sure I can meet you downstairs. There's a shower in there for you if you need it." She pointed to the bathroom for him. <br><br>Ruby leaned over and missed him softly before pushing up from the bed. "I'll see you downstairs honey." She gathered her things and headed off to the shower once more, happy and satisfied. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:26:17</strong>
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				“Oh! Fuck! Yes!” Dark barked out with each thrust, hammering the entrance to Indigo’s womb with ease now, thrusting up with his hips and pulling back with the belt. “Here it comes! Here it comes!”<br><br>Dark shouted until what he was saying became unintelligible, his body steadily emitting a sheen of sweat and his cock beginning to swell up around the base. He drove inside again and again, becoming quite thick around the middle as a large glut of molten cum was rising steadily through his shaft.<br><br>“Cum for me!” Dark demanded, his voice raspy and breathless, yet no less authoritative. “Let it all go and cum with me!”<br><br>That was about all Dark could manage before he lost control of himself and shot off the first, thick jet stream of super-heated, molten cum directly against the opening of Indigo’s womb. He tried to force himself deeper as the next jet escaped him, splattering over her insides and heating her back up faster than could have been comfortable. He just jerked his hips now, arms coming down to wrap around Indigo’s lithe and limber body, holding her close to is chest. <br><br>Once his balls were empty, Dark unfastened Indigo’s wrists and unlooped the belt from around her face, tossing it aside before collapsing onto the bed. He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath from the tremendous amount of exertion he had just spent on giving Indigo the rough fucking he felt sure she deserved.<br><br>With gentle urgings and a tenderness that had been completely missing thus far, Dark wrapped Indigo in a tender embrace and pulled her close to his still heaving chest.<br><br>“So…” Dark muttered between breaths, no longer sounding nearly as intimidating or stern. “Was it good for you?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:30:52</strong>
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				<em>Jones with Ruby, Room 4</em><br><br>He called her when she left. "I think you forgot something" he said. Jones gave her a well deserved tip.<br><br>He headed of to get a refreshing shower. This was exactly what he needed. Just a little confidence boost. In the shower he couldn't get&nbsp; Ruby out of his head. The cold shower did him well.<br><br>At the bar he ordered a beer and looked around looking for some other familiar faces that you don't expect here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:35:51</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Basement Loung, Bar</em><br><br>Dean brushes his hand through his hair again. The atmosphere here...he wasn't sure what to think of it. No one seemed to be speaking to each other in a friendly manner. Those who weren't having sex were merely waiting to have sex, listening to the sounds of pleasure of those above. What could you talk about when everything about you was a secret, after all? He shook his head, leaning back as he gulped down the remainder of his bottle of water.<br><br>"Thanks," he said to the bartender, placing the bottle back onto the bar. "Keep the change, if there is any." He stood up, assuming the Doc would understand what he meant. As he turned and walked up the steps he remembered the dark haired man. He didn't recognize him, knew nothing about him, but he sighed. That man's money had been a complete waste. Dean only lasted a couple of minutes. Why did he have to do that? Why couldn't he just have left?<br><br>As he reached the top of the stairs one of the doors opened. A blonde stepped out, a nurse's outfit gathered in her arms. She was smiling, beaming even, as she looked back into the room. He paused a moment, still not used to such behavior, seeing her curved form with nothing more than a crumpled bundle in front of her. It was that girl he first saw when walking in, the girl who had tousled his hair.<br><br>He didn't know if it was her breasts, her curves, or her smile. Or maybe it was just how cheerful she seemed. There was definitely something...not so much enticing, but endearing about her. He shook his head and continued forward. "See you later Big and Tall," he said, nodding to the large man standing guard at the door. "Don't have too much fun" he added, patting the man on the shoulder as he stepped outside.<br><br>He hopped onto his bike, gripping the handle bars. He sat there momentarily. The night had gotten colder, the wet scent of dew beginning to spread throughout the air. He remembered the way here well enough, but did he remember how to get home? Ah, it shouldn't be too hard.<br><br>He kicked off, biking down the dirt path, the memories of this night fresh in his head. He couldn't figure out how he felt, what he was thinking. There was too much to remember, to recall. All these faces, mostly new, some familiar...<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Continued in town... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5460366#msg5460366)</span></strong></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 12:53:59</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room</em><br><br>The thrusts now came heavy and hard and she yelped through the clenched teeth she had around the belt. He announced his own orgasm long before it actually came, and long before his speech had become a completely unintelligible rambling of half-words. By then she had no energy to really pay attention anyway.<br><br>His order for her to cum came none too soon, yet he still beat her to it. Shrieked loudly and deeply as a hot goo hit her on the inside and created a strange burning sensation as it clashed with the feeling of her chilled walls. Her velvety grip started contracting violently around his base and then the real explosion of cum came. She was filled to the brim with his warm seed and her teeth let go of the belt to scream at the top of her lungs. Sweetness washed all over Dark’s crotch even as he was still fucking her and she shudder all over in sickening pleasure.<br><br>She was pulled close to him as they both rode their orgasm down. His body was crashed down on top of hers as his last bit of goo was squeezed out inside of her. By then, she was so exhausted she no longer felt the burning sensation on her thighs, or it was dulled and pushed to the back of her mind. <br><br>Instead he unbound her and undid the belt around her face, finally freeing her from all restraints. Her body slumped down to the silken sheets and she panted heavily, barely remembering where she was or whom with.<br><br>She heard his inquiry but could only pant heavily in reply and then finally muster a smile as she lay back trying to regain her breath whilst locked in his embrace.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 13:50:38</strong>
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				<em>Ruby heading to bar</em><br><br>She beamed when he gave her such a big tip, and gave him a sweet " Thank you." she held the money in her hands and raced to the shower not caring who saw her. She hadn't even noticed the sweet kid leaving. <br><br>She showered off and fixed herself off and headed to the lounge. She saw Jones there and sat next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi stranger, thanks for everything, hope you enjoyed yourself." Ruby really liked him, and hoped he would come back over and over again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:50:07</strong>
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				<em>Jones - bar</em><br><br>"I really enjoyed it." "So how did a girl like you end up here?" he tried to start a little bit of small talk. Jones hoped that she didn't see this talk as an obligation to make sure he came back. He ordered another drink and asked if Ruby wanted something as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:50:51</strong>
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				<em>James Franco - at the bar</em><br><br>He nursed through his first beer slowly, watching people move not finding Ms. Indigo and not getting an answer from the Doc which made her assume she was with a client. That felt odd, he wasn't sure how much. It was a given that she was fucking men around after all she was working in brothel, but to her after waiting for someone to finish was .... one may say something he hadn't thought of.<br><br>James had thought about coming here since he had heard of it couple of weeks ago. His sex life had turned a bit stale and passionless and he was looking to find it, to experiment but his need had changed much with the last visit. He remembered back when he was coming out of a chat with the owner and noticed her, "Ms. Erica", a gentle shudder went through him.<br><br>He couldn't mention that here or call her by her name but the thought of the gorgeous teacher from his school, someone he had often admired from distance made him rise up a little. He sat there with a empty beer glass in hand as his mind wandered a bit into the fantasy of playing with Ms. Indigo.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:52:04</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement lounge, bar<br></em><br>Doc hearing Jones' question frowned and knocked on the bar,&nbsp; "Ah ah ah... no questions like that Jones."<br><br>Then looking at Ruby he told her very seriously, "We don't talk about the outside when we are here.&nbsp; So don't let the clients draw you into a conversation like that, ok?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:57:57</strong>
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				<em>Jones - bar</em><br><br>"I'm sorry Doc. I misunderstood you, I thought that we weren't supposed to talk outside and to others about this. This won't happen again." He's still learning everything here. There are two different world in and outside the brothel. "Let me buy you a drink" He tried to make up for his mistake. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 14:59:38</strong>
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				Doc - Basement lounge<br><br>"Not a problem friend," Doc said, his frown quickly turning back to a friendly smile.&nbsp; "It's a simple enough mistake to make, and a lot do their first visit here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just gotta keep it in mind."<br><br>Doc moved off down the bar to give the man a little privacy with Ruby.&nbsp; He didn't know the new guy and didn't want to mess up Ruby's night if she was going to try to get another round out of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 15:14:49</strong>
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				<em> Mary Magdalene w/Amethyst in Room 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.msg5458277#msg5458277)</em><br><br>"Oh my," Mary couldn't help but whisper as she watched Amethyst's ass open and take the toy inside slowly. A tremor ran down her spine as she realized that to be able to take it so easily, it meant that Amethyst had often participated in anal. Well of course, she would have...she was a whore. But for Mary, it opened her eyes to her sister in law and made her seemed more...worldly. More experienced. She envied that. Envied...and lusted after it. So much so that she didn't hesitate to take the remote from Amethyst, a startled gasp slipped past her lips when their fingers brushed over one another and she felt a sexual current run down her spine. She had always found Amethyst attractive but now...dear God in Heaven, she was completely besotted with her.<br><br>Mary looked down at the remote in her trembling hands, pressing the two buttons together: one manipulated the speed of the vibrations while the other changed the pulse of it, making it a steady hum or rapid shots of vibrations. Different styles and different types. She looked up, staring at Amethyst's pussy hungrily before she changed the speed to a nice medium speed and altered the vibrations to one long hum with two short bursts following. "How is this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 16:18:56</strong>
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				<em>Ruby at the bar</em><br><br>She knew well enough not to answer questions like that and gave a little scowl to Doc for thinking she didn't. It kind of made her feel like a child being scolded for something she hadn't even done. <br><br>"I know not to discuss such things," she murmured after the men had their exchange. <br><br>"I'll just have water," she spoke softly to Jones. She had already had three tonight and that was her limit. She tried to remain bright, but it was obvious that she was upset that Doc had spoken for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 16:25:40</strong>
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				<em>Jones - bar</em><br><br>He walks to Doc and asks "Can I get a water, please". He noticed Ruby's glance while he was returning to her. "Here you go and please don't be upset. He only tried to explain the rules to me. Doc didn't mean anything with those words."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 16:27:34</strong>
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				Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar<br><br>Doc nods and cracks a bottle of water open and sets it down near Ruby and Jones.&nbsp; &nbsp;He tried to move off to give them space to talk, but the bar was only about a dozen feet long, so he didn't really go very far.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC threada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 17:27:34</strong>
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				<em>Ruby with Jones</em><br><br>"It's ok, it's just been a long night. Glad you had a good time&nbsp; so did I." <br><br>She knew her night would be winding up soon, and could not Wait to get home and get some sleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 17:40:48</strong>
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				<em>Jones - Bar</em><br><br>"I'll go now. It has been a long day. I'm glad I've met you and I will return here soon"<br><br>Jones pays his bills at the bar and takes his car and drives home.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 18:32:31</strong>
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				<em>James Franco - at the bar</em><br><br>Looking around once again as his day dreams puffed up, he stood thinking of better of getting another beer. It seemed that Ms. Indigo would be late getting free. His eyes locked on one particular woman as he was looking. He knew her, though he couldn't remember her name. It was a little shocking to see someone like her, with her money ... that red Ferrari if he remembered correctly, that she drove. This town really had some wild things going on, he thought before starting for her.<br><br>Coming around in front of her, he gave her a shaky smile, unsure of how to approach a girl here. His eyes took in her lovely figure, slim tall beauty in a push up bra and pantie, what more could a guy want. His cock was throbbing and started to swell in his suit pants. "Uhmmm ... Hello; you might call me Jack Ms. ...", he paused letting her know that he wasn't aware of his name.<br><br>"You wouldn't mind keeping me company would you? This is my first time here ... so I really don't know what ...", he trailed off once again, uncertain of how to go about it. His day time confident and poise seemed to be all lost at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 18:42:39</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - at the bar</em><br><br>Desdemona had rejoined <em>“Thomas Jefferson”</em> after she made her way back into the basement lounge. Her mood had not been good at all after the upstairs debacle with Dean, but the constant flattery by <em>“Thomas”</em> had soothed her bruised ego. She was even considering taking him upstairs herself when another voice addressed her. She turned away from her conversation with her current suitor when she was addressed by another middle-aged man. She vaguely knew him from somewhere though she couldn’t exactly place him.<br><br>He was handsome in an unobvious way. She bared her pearly whites with her sweetest smile and patted the empty bar stool besides her. <strong>“Hello there handsome, where have you been hiding all night… Jack is it? Well Jack… I'm Miss Orchid and I'd be delighted to keep you company.” </strong>Perhaps this is what she needed after the youngster, an experienced man who wouldn’t freak out like a crazy person. <strong>“You don’t really know what you are supposed to do here?”</strong> She giggled. <strong>“Well Jack… it’s a brothel… you pay us girls drinks, charm us and then if you feel up to it, you take us up to a room… but only if you want to.”</strong> She pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek and let her head linger on his shoulder. She caressed the back of his neck and felt how tense his muscles were.<strong> “You should try to relax a little baby… You’re with me now; I’ll take good care of you.”</strong> She tickled his right cheek as her fingers gently brushed over it whilst her lips pressed another soft kiss onto his left cheek. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 18:57:37</strong>
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				<em>Jack - James Franco - at the bar</em><br><br>James blushed a bit at her words, of course he knew that they were in a brothel and what was he suppose to do; its the mechanics of that got him a little uncertain.<br><br>"May I pay for your next drink Ms. Orchid", he said as felt her lips and her soft fingers on him. He felt a tiny shudder going through his body as her soft body pressed against his side. "You are very sexy and lively but I bet everyone said that", he said, feeling a little more comfortable after the initial introduction.<br><br>"And I would really love to charm to you to a room if you are not other wise engaged Ms. Orchid".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 03:33:44</strong>
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				That gasp was sexy to Amethyst and she smiled. The toy felt really good inside of her and she ground her hips down onto it as her hands moved up so she could play with her own breasts. Squeezing them together and teasing her nipples while her eyes were trained on her sister-in-law and the woman's reaction. Amethyst wanted to keep watching Mary, but she had to close her eyes because it was feeling so damn good. <br><br>She couldn't help but to giggle softly as Mary changed the speed and the pulse of the vibrations. The giggle was soon replaced with a loud moan as she was well on her way to an orgasm. Her back arched a little more than it had been and her legs were shaking a bit. She could feel that happy delirium start to take over her mind and body as she cried out loudly. Her juices rushed out and dripped down the toy. There was a slight flush to her face and she waited until she was calmed down a little before slowly pulling the toy out of herself. She moved to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked to Mary. "Did you like that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 11:52:40</strong>
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				<em>Dark- Upstairs BDSM Room</em><br><br>When Indigo smiled, Dark’s whole face lit up. This was the moment he cherished, the moment when he truly felt like himself. Both his sexual appetite and his “Dark Passenger” sated and purring. All it would ever cost him was some money. These were the good times, the times that made up for the nights bleeding from his head in a dirt parking lot…<br><br>Dark got up from the bed, unashamed in his nakedness and turned the shower on. Hot water only.<br><br>“Can you shower up here with me? Or would that sort of breach in protocol bring Big Black Bert running?” Dark asked, moving over to his neat pile of clothes to retrieve a cigarette. “I know you don’t want to go running down there half naked.”<br><br>Dark lit up the smoke between his lips and moved back to the bed, holding it out to Indigo after taking a deep drag and chasing it with a lungful of air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 13:38:01</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar<br></em><br>Doc had been standing near Jack, leaning against the bar and watching the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was of course immediately attentive as Jack offered to buy Orchid a drink.&nbsp; But he likewise did his best to remain in the background.&nbsp; A true test of a bartender's skill was the ability to stay in the background when not wanted or needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked over at Ruby, wondering if she'd find another client tonight since the new guy had left.&nbsp; She'd seemed upset about his reminding both of them about the rules.&nbsp; But both she as a worker and he as a client were new.&nbsp; One of the rules at the Fucking Gulch was not to ask about the world outside, it was a simple mistake and one a lot of new members made.&nbsp; But Ruby had snapped at him when he reminded the pair of them of the rules.&nbsp; He could tell she was mad at him, and he'd accept that.&nbsp; Maybe later if they had a chance alone, he'd apologize, and hopefully make her know that he had only done it to try to protect her.<br><br>After all, he knew who she was better than anyone else, and he didn't want to risk losing her, in either world.<br><br>His attention drifting back to the present, he waited to see what Ms. Orchid would want and prepared to get the drinks for her and Jack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 13:56:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mary w/Amethyst in Room 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.msg5461627#msg5461627)<br><br>As Amethyst began to moan and move with the toy, Mary felt herself unable to look away. Her sister in law was beautiful, so carefree and sexy. Her own body was flushed with arousal and excitement over what she was witnessing, and she wished that she could touch her. Just once. But soon she heard Amethyst reach her climax and she shuddered as she watched the toy become soaked with Amethyst's excitement. She licked her lips, smelling her release...hungry to taste it.<br><br>"Yes," Mary whispered as she suddenly looked down and hid her eyes from Amethyst, "I liked it very much." She shivered, now after the excitement was gone, realizing that she might have been in the brothel longer than she had anticipated. Now, after the haze of lust was gone, she could hear the commotion and so much action going on in the building that it frightened her, made her realize how easily someone could recognize her. Shoving a hand inside her pocket, Mary withdrew two crumbled up twenties and placed them on the bed with the remote before she turned and quickly exited the room.<br><br>She didn't run or cause a scene by leaving, merely she walked at a quick pace towards the exit, her cheeks flushed and her eyes downcast, focused on walking and not who was around her. She didn't even look at Bert, so high was her shame. It was often the case with Mary; she would watch the whores pleasure themselves and then, like a bucket of ice water, realize where she was and what she was doing and rush out of there like a bat out of hell. But she would be back, Mary was what one would call a 'regular'. She always came back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 16:27:29</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - Basement lounge, bar area</em><br><br>Desdemona slid even closer to Jack and gave him another smile.<strong> “You’re well on your way to charming me, but all you need to do to go upstairs is ask, baby.”</strong> She ordered herself a glass of Merlot from Doc and waited for her new client’s next words. If he suggested going up immediately, she’d just take the wine to go, so to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 17:09:47</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>Doc took a sip of his water to hide his smile.&nbsp; This was exactly what he loved about this place.&nbsp; The interplay of humanity.&nbsp; The hunt, chase, and capture, and the illusion that it was anything other than a sure thing.&nbsp; He enjoyed imagining what might be going on inside the client's heads when they talked to the girls.&nbsp; Were they nervous, bold, excited?&nbsp; It was all so exciting.<br><br>On another note Doc couldn't help but wonder if Jack and Orchid would be in one of the downstairs rooms where he could hear them clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 18:30:36</strong>
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				<em>Jack - James Franc - at the bar</em><br><br>James didn't have the mind to stay and meet with others or simply idly chat. He was too tensed too wait now, already passing enough of a time waiting for Erica. Ms. Orchid's offer to go upstairs immediately sat well with him. "Why don't we go upstairs then. I would really love to get to know you better Ms. Orchid ... know you more more intimately."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 04:20:11</strong>
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				Amethyst w Mary in room 2<br><br>Amethyst sighed softly as Mary threw the $40 on the bed and rushed out of the room. She knew that Mary would be back, she always came back, but Amethyst was not used to people just rushing out in her and she didn't care for it too much. She cleaned the toy and put it back up before getting dressed to go go take a shower in the employees' shower. <br><br>Amethyst, Basement Lounge<br><br>Amethyst cleaned herself up and made sure she looked perfect again before heading back down to the bar. She smiled at Doc as she asked for a double shot of whiskey. Amethyst could more than handle her liquor and after the slight disappointment that she'd just had, she wanted some. She thanked Doc when he handed it to her and walked over to where Bert was. "Hey Bert. I'm sorry that I just kind of ignored you earlier. Jayden's doing great, thank you for asking. How's your son?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 05:36:25</strong>
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				<br><em>Debbie&nbsp; Miss Violet&nbsp; Arriving at Fucking Gulch </em> <br><br>She arrived late, the wheels of her old model Sentra scattering dirt as Debbie slammed on the brakes.&nbsp; Killing the engine and switching off the headlights, the dark haired beauty grabbed both her bag and purse before getting out of the car.&nbsp; It was dark outside yet her features were bathed in the pink glow of a neon sign that read ‘Fucking Gulch.’&nbsp; Framing the sign was the old weathered structure that served as the town brothel.&nbsp; Debbie threw both bag and purse over one shoulder and quickly strode her way to the porch where Bert let her in with a smile and a friendly, “Evening, Miss Violet.”&nbsp; Giving him a wink and a nod, she strode past and made her way straight to the employee lounge.<br><br>Abandoned for the moment, Debbie stashed her purse away before tossing the bag onto the table.&nbsp; She undressed quickly; gone were the sneakers, socks, jeggings, and halter top.&nbsp; Peeling out of her bra and panties, Debbie opened the bag and removed her costume for the night; a white tulle and satin babydoll and matching low-rise v-string panties.&nbsp; After putting both on, she retrieved a pair of white stiletto heels and slipped them on.&nbsp; Feeling pressed for time, she paused in front of the mirror and took the moment to brush and tease her hair before applying glossy lipstick.<br><br>Done.&nbsp; Running her hands down the gossamer fabric of her baby doll, Debbie took a second to assume her persona for the night.&nbsp; She was now Violet, a soiled dove.&nbsp; Putting her old clothes away, Violet left the lounge and slowly made her way downstairs where the bar was located.&nbsp; It smelled of tobacco, booze and both cologne and perfume.&nbsp; Men and scantily clad women milled about, some in conversation, others alone and waiting.<br><br>Hers was a sinuous walk.&nbsp; The heels made a slow click as she made her way to the bar with the grace of a tigress.&nbsp; Men turned to look at her as she nodded to the bartender.&nbsp; “A Long Island Iced Tea, please,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.&nbsp; She held a pose that accentuated her legs and the firm globes of her ass.&nbsp; She turned her head, meeting the gaze of several men with a suggestive lingering look.&nbsp; It was time to make some money.<br><br>(here is a pic of what Violet is wearing)<br><br>(http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V283127.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 06:26:43</strong>
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				<em>Bert: Fucking Gulch Lobby</em><br><br>Things were finally, starting to calm down at the Fucking Gulch. There were a few more clients who hadn’t yet occupied a room and it was slowly bleeding from late, into early in the morning. As Bert felt his body calling for sleep, it became harder to ignore the sounds coming from upstairs. Dark was up to his old tricks, and from the sound of it wearing Indigo out for the rest of the night. Bert ground his teeth as the sounds of leather slapping flesh echoed down from upstairs, coupled with the familiar sound of flesh slapping flesh.<br><br>When Amethyst came up the stairs from the basement, she was a welcome distraction.<br><br>“Don’t trouble yourself over that one bit Miss Amethyst. I know you girls got a lot to worry about around here.” Bert smiled, leaning forward when Amethyst asked about his son. “Well, it’s different now. Him livin’ so far away. I miss him like crazy, and he doesn’t call near enough. But I guess that’s what happens when they move out. They don’t start carin’ again ‘till after the first stroke or heart attack.”<br><br>Bert sighed as he revealed the truth of his son’s departure.<br><br>“Last I heard, he was rushing some kinda black-student fraternity. But they gotta learn some kind of ‘Step-Dance’ thing before they can even be considered. You heard of this? He tried to explain it to me, but I don’t think I quite understand what any of the stuff he tells me has to do with the education I’m going broke to pay for.” Bert smiled, his attempt at levity. “Boys will be boys I guess.”<br><br>Just as Bert finished his bit about Noah, he heard tires skidding over dirt in the parking lot. He looked out the window, afraid that tonight was going to hold another late-night rush that might keep him busy past sun-up. He was relieved when he saw that it was Miss Violet, hurrying toward the door.<br><br>Bert moved out from behind his little table to open the door for her.<br><br>“Evening, Miss Violet.” Bert smiled, offering his hand to take her bags and coat.<br><br>Miss Violet just smiled and flashed a wink before breezing past him into the staff room. Bert smiled at Amethyst closing the front door behind her. He gestured in the direction Miss Violet had gone.<br><br>“You see? If I took it personal, I wouldn’t last long.” Bert smiled again, his smile warm, sincere and disarming; though it faded fast. “Though, if Fedora-Hat up there doesn’t wrap it up soon, I’m going to start taking that <em>real</em> personal.”<br><br>Bert motioned with his eyes toward the ceiling, just as the wailing moans reached their summit. At long last, the screams and sounds of bodies slapping together died out, telling Bert that Dark had blown his load at last. Though, Bert doubted very much that Indigo would be in any shape to see more clients tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 06:46:24</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst. Lobby with Bert.</strong><br><br>Amethyst listened as Bert spoke, she'd always liked the man's voice and while she was closer to his son's age, she had always found Bert kind of cute. "I know we do, but I don't like to be rude. I guess so. I have quite a while until I have to worry about that. Pre-school's more my thing right now." She laughed softly and smiled as she leaned up against the table slightly. There was always a little flirting on her part, but Amethyst wasn't sure what Bert thought about that.<br><br>"I've heard of it and I've seen it before. It's pretty cool, but as for knowing how to do it...I'm pretty shit out of luck." Amethyst regarded the sounds of Dark and Indigo's union upstairs with a shrug. "People like what they like, I guess." She rested her elbows on the edge of the table as she leaned over, inadvertently giving Bert a pretty great view of her cleavage.&nbsp; <br><br>"How are you doing, Bert?" When she had time, Amethyst always tried to make sure she asked him that. "You look a little tired."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 07:07:01</strong>
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				<em>Bert: Fucking Gulch Lobby</em><br><br>Bert was blushing again and his heart was pounding so hard that he worried Miss Amethyst would hear it. As she leaned over his little desk, her platinum blonde curls spilling over her shoulder, Bert was helpless to stop himself from looking down at her youthful, firm breasts coming together. He averted his eyes quickly back to her face, but the sight was imprinted on his mind. His cock was filling with blood already and growing hard down the leg of his jeans.<br><br>“I’m fine, really.” Bert answered when she asked how he was doing, averting his eyes lest they betray how untrue that was. “Just, burning the candle at both ends, you know? Owning my own business, plus keeping things in line around here. Not enough hours in the day to force in eight hours with my eyes closed.”<br><br>Bert feigned a half smile, trying unsuccessfully to stop himself from saying what he said next.<br><br>“It’s just so lonely, being by myself in that house. I never really thought much about Noah’s mom running off, never had much chance to. Raisin’ a kid on my own an’ all. But now that he’s gone it’s just me and…” Bert trailed off, what was there besides his home and his work? “It’s just me and loneliness. I tried to use work as a distraction, but it just takes its toll.”<br><br>Amethyst was gorgeous, all the girls were; but he tried not to feel those Masculine feelings toward them. Yes, The Fucking Gulch was a brothel, but it was also a part of an exceptionally small town. The Gulch’s secrets were sacred, but outside of these walls, nothing was. An uneducated black man like himself, bedding down beautiful white women was a good way to end up tied behind a speeding pickup truck.<br><br>It didn’t stop him from wanting her.<br><br>“How about you? Looking forward to watching the inside of your eyelids after closing?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 12:37:05</strong>
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				Doc - Basement lounge, Bar<br><br>Doc smiled as miss Violet came down the stairs.&nbsp; He began mixing her drink and said, "You've missed a busy night so far.&nbsp; We've had two new clients sign up tonight, quite a few visits from regulars and,"&nbsp; he nodded his head towards Ruby, "That's miss Ruby, she just started tonight."<br><br>He handed the drink to her, "Good to see you Violet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 10:59:53</strong>
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				<em>Miss Orchid - Desdemona Pratz - basement lounge, bar area</em><br><br>Jack's answer was the one she had been hoping for. She gave him a coy smile and slid off her bar stool.<br><strong>"Well then lets not waste any more time..." </strong>She took Jack by the hand and leaded him up the stairs towards room n° 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124065.0). 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 17:52:16</strong>
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				<em>Violet - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>“Thanks, Doc,” Violet replied.&nbsp; “It’s good to see you too,” she added, almost blushing.&nbsp; That’s what Doc always did to her.&nbsp; The dreamboat hunk made her feel and act like an awkward teenager.&nbsp; She actually liked it as nothing quite made her feel like that, especially in this place. <br><br>Violet tossed her head casually to the left and right before glancing back at her drink and at Doc.&nbsp; Truth was, she was yearning for any kind of physical intimacy tonight even if it meant a two minute fuck with a john.&nbsp; She didn’t have the time to date and a woman has her own needs just like a man does.&nbsp; She was horny that night and with the pickings growing slimmer by the moment, Doc was looking like a good candidate.&nbsp; Well, more than a good candidate.<br><br>“So…,” Violet started as she traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip, “does all work and no play make Doc a dull boy?”&nbsp; She looked at him with eyes of mischief and want, her lips curled into the hint of a lusty smile.&nbsp; She was half-expecting him not to take the bait, but there was the part of her just crushing for him to take it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 18:36:09</strong>
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				<strong>Ruby</strong><br><br>She watched Jones leave, and sighed. This hadn't been the best first night for her. She just hoped Jones liked her enough to come back and see her again on another night. <br><br>She noticed pretty much, everyone was occupied, and decided to just sit and hang out there for a while. She noticed, she only had about an hour more to go, probably not much more time for another client. She would bide her time, if someone came up to her, she would glady take on one more customer tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 18:37:53</strong>
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				<strong>Opal</strong><br><br>That's what she got for coming in late to the game tonight. Everyone had a client and Opal just sat there casing the place. Old man Harris would not be happy with her at all for not at least getting one client into bed with her. She sat there and sighed. Maybe tomorrow would be a better night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 18:57:04</strong>
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				Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar<br><br>"Oh now Violet, you know I love to play around!"&nbsp; Doc said leaning in and winking at her.&nbsp; "But I like to stay at my post during business hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though it's slowing down quite a bit.&nbsp; Maybe if you'd like you can help me close up if you're not too tired in..."<br><br>He looked at his wrist watch, man the time had flown tonight.&nbsp; Two new clients and a new girl, Ruby.&nbsp; It ended up being a pretty busy Saturday night.&nbsp; Even the regulars were beginning to filter out.<br><br>"Well," he continued, "about an hour I guess?"<br><br>Doc knew that an hour was still plenty of time for a late customer to come in, and he'd never want to take a girl away from a potential client.&nbsp; It wasn't just money either.&nbsp; While he and Bert got a 'discount' rate, only having to pay the girls and not the house, it was bad form to take a girl away from a customer.&nbsp; They were the ones who paid all of their salaries, and if he couldn't wait till after closing time... well then his demons really did have too firm a control over him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 05:11:48</strong>
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				Violet - Basement Lounge, Bar<br><br>She smiled at him when Doc leaned in and winked at her.&nbsp; As she listened to him, Violet watched him glance at his watch and her eyes lingered at his hands.&nbsp; They looked strong and supple, the kind a doctor should have.&nbsp; She wondered what they would feel like against her skin and for a second, Violet felt goosebumps.<br><br>“An hour?”&nbsp; She took another long glance around the lounge and reckoned her odds were slim for any trade to come her way.&nbsp; Of course, anything could happen and the johns always came first before the help.&nbsp; “Sure,” she replied finally.&nbsp; “If I’m not busy, I’d love to help you close up,” Violet added before placing her glass down.<br><br>“Make it a tonic and water while I stand here and count the minutes,” she drawled with a saucy smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 10:41:44</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar</em><br><br>Doc shook a little ice into a glass and topped off the glass with tonic water before passing it to Violet.&nbsp; He'd thought that he might be spending a little time with Ruby tonight after closing time.&nbsp; But this was her first night and the way she snapped at him earlier, he guessed she might not be interested.&nbsp; That was a shame, but then again, Violet seemed more than interested, and Doc hadn't actually slept with the young brunette yet.&nbsp; Doc wasn't stupid enough to turn down an offer when it was being thrown at him, and according to the rules, Doc knew that if they used one of the bedrooms here, he'd have to make sure he paid for her time.&nbsp; Not that it was an issue of course, he had money saved up, and as the only doctor in New Harrisville Falls, business was steady and good.&nbsp; He made a small bit working here at the brothel, but usually that money was just rolled back into the girls when he spent time with them.&nbsp; Well, it appeared that Violet would be getting his money tonight.<br><br>He slid one glance over at Ruby as he looked down, so that Violet wouldn't see.&nbsp; A shame, he really was looking forwards to getting to know Ruby more intimately.&nbsp; But there were always other nights, and Violet was certainly no second place.&nbsp; Young, taut, healthy and gorgeous, Doc was doing something he didn't normally look forwards too.... closing up for the night.&nbsp; In fact even though he had an hour left, he began clearing away the bar, straightening up.&nbsp; If no one came in during the next half an hour, he'd consider the night done and finish closing up.&nbsp; If Violet was still free, he'd see if she wanted to visit a room then.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 13:31:43</strong>
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				<em>Henry Pratz and Joshua Harris' phone conversation</em><br><br>The phone in Old Man Harris office rang and he picked it up without missing a beat, "Yeah?"<br><br>"Mr. Harris," The smooth voice of Mayor Henry Pratz filled the phone, one of the Fucking Gulch more anonymous and well-paying customer. He had just gotten into town from another meeting three towns over and as far as his family and the town was aware, he wasn't supposed to be back home until tomorrow morning. That left him with enough time to go to the Fucking Gulch and indulge himself. It had been almost two weeks since he had been able to take time out and he was well past the point of caring that the brothel was about to close soon. "I'm on my way. Get a room ready with one of your ladies. I want her in the room by the time I make it there."<br><br>"You know we're about to close," Old Man Harris said dryly, knowing that it was simply a comment. If the Mayor wanted to come after hours, they would make an exception for him.<br><br>"I don't care if you're about to close. Send all those bastards home and leave me with one or two of the girls that will take good care of me," The Mayor snapped into the phone before he sighed, releasing a chuckle, "Come on, Josh. Don't be difficult."<br><br>The was a lengthy pause before there was a quiet, "Come through the back. We'll have a room ready." As soon as the call was disconnected, Old Man Harris placed a call up to the bar, his voice short, "Make sure Miss Orchid is out of sight. Big Daddy is coming to visit."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 13:32:00</strong>
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				<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - taking her leave</em><br><br>Erica slipped out of the bed, feeling a mixture of soreness and stinging pain - where the belt had hit her inner thighs. She felt too tired to return to the basement and decided to call it a night. <strong>"I'm afraid not, darling... You enjoy that shower and perhaps I'll see you around soon..."</strong> She kissed him on the cheek and quickly gathered her things before slipping out of the room and going downstairs to the staff bathroom. She took a quick shower before slipping into some sweatpants and an old hoodie she kept in her closet at the Gulch. No one would even recognize her now even if they passed her on the "parking lot". She slipped out in the cover of night after sending a text to Bert to tell him she was off the clock. She drove off in her banged up old dodge, longing for her own bed and a good night's rest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 16:24:29</strong>
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				<em>Ruby calling it a night</em><br><br>She sighed, it was close to closing time and decided to get her coat and head out for the night. Doc was already occupied and so it was best to leave things alone for tonight. <br><br>She retrieved her coat and slipped out not too soon after Miss Indigo. She had given a little wave to all as she left, wondering if anyone had seen her go. Tomorrow would be another night, a fresh start for Miss Ruby. <br><br>Driving off, she headed home, needing some well deserved rest after a long night.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 16:26:08</strong>
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				<strong>Opal hanging on</strong><br><br>Not much time before the Gulch closed for the night, but Opal stayed. Most people were leaving, but she remained at the bar, hoping for just one client. She would wait until the last minute on the off chance a straggler headed in needing some service. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 19:58:26</strong>
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				Time crawled on as Violet nursed her tonic and water at the bar.&nbsp; She glanced around at the patrons still lingering, making eye contact when she could.&nbsp; The crowd was thinning out and no one had come her way.&nbsp; Once and awhile she would turn and give Doc a covetous look when her was near.&nbsp; She couldn’t believe how horny she was tonight.&nbsp; But who could blame her, she thought as she took another sip.&nbsp; It had been what? Over three years since she came home to take care of her mother and she hadn’t had a chance to date or hang out with a guy.<br><br>Violet could barely stand it and finally spoke to Doc as she slid the nearly empty glass across the bar.&nbsp; “Almost time,” she said with a slow glance at the clock at the end of the bar.&nbsp; “Tell you what, Doc…just meet me at my room when you’re finished.”&nbsp; She peeled away from the bar and then stopped, turning to glance at him once more.&nbsp; “You won’t have any problem finding your way there, will you?”&nbsp; Violet gave him a wink and a saucy smile before slowly walking toward the stairs, her bottom swaying as her heels clicked against the floor.&nbsp; She gave him something to look at as she finally left the lounge.<br><br>Once she entered her room, Violet closed the door behind her and let her back and shoulders rest against it.&nbsp; The anxiety, the anticipation of what was coming was soaking her panties.&nbsp; Easy girl, she told herself, easy…<br><br>With slow practiced movements, Violet stripped out of her babydoll and panties as she approached her bed.&nbsp; Leaving her heels on, she eased herself onto the bed and lay onto her back, stretching her fine shapely figure along the length of the brass bed.&nbsp; Various scarves, fuzzy handcuffs and lengths of rope were attached to the headboard as she let her long dark hair fall about the pillows.&nbsp; As the seconds ticked by, she lightly stroked the curves of her taut stomach, the anticipation gnawing at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 20:11:21</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Basement Lounge, Bar - moving to room upstairs</em><br><br>Doc had been trying to close up.&nbsp; He'd never felt terribly comfortable leaving his bar when there were still people in the lounge, but there were enough employees down here that everyone would probably keep honest.&nbsp; &nbsp;On top of that no one seemed in much of a drinking mood this late.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Violet said she'd meet him upstairs, Doc nodded and watched her as she sauntered up the stairs, her hips swaying as she walked.<br><br>Doc could feel the tension in his pants as he hustled to put everything else away and take the cash out of his till.&nbsp; Flipping open his billfold he realized he had enough to invite another girl up with the room with violet and himself... he did love group sex.&nbsp; But Ruby had already head out, and Big Daddy was on his way, so he'd probably want a little choice.&nbsp; &nbsp;In addition, Violet seemed interested in him... not in a group session.&nbsp; So it was only a few minutes later that he was bidding everyone a good night and moving up the stairs himself.<br><br>He stopped to hand Bert some cash and tell the bouncer that he'd be spending a little time with Violet.&nbsp; Reaching the room that Violet had gone in he grinned as he came through the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd been waiting for him for several minutes, and he didn't doubt that she'd already have started without him.<br><br>"Greetings beautiful," he said as he shut the door and saw her sprawled on the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 20:24:27</strong>
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				Violet - Violet's Room Upstairs<br><br>There was a lump in her throat when she heard the doorknob turn and she turned her head as the door slowly swung open, the lingering creak giving her goosebumps.&nbsp; There he was, standing in the doorway.&nbsp; Violet chewed on her lower lip as he stepped inside her room, her eyes riveted on him as he closed the door behind him.<br><br>“Hello handsome,” she replied, falling once more into the role as Violet.&nbsp; She took a strand of her dark hair and began to play with it.&nbsp; “Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable…or would you like some help?”&nbsp; Her voice was growing huskier by the second.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 20:35:28</strong>
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				Doc - "Violet's room"<br><br>Dos stretched his fist coming up to cover his mouth as he yawned.&nbsp; Feigned of course to hide his excitement.&nbsp; But also to show how his toned body moved under the button down shirt he was wearing.&nbsp; "Oh..." he said as he walked towards the bed. "It's been a long day, I wouldn't mind a little help.&nbsp; I do seem to be quite overdressed compared to you."<br><br>He slid down onto the bed next to her and reaching to her neck, pulled her forwards and kissed her.&nbsp; The kiss started slow, but quickly grew hungry as his other hand found the soft silken skin of her thigh.&nbsp; Then as the intensity of the kiss built, just as it got quite passionate, he stopped.&nbsp; Pulling back he crossed his hands under his head and lay back on the bed.&nbsp; "I'm sure you wouldn't mind, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 20:57:21</strong>
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				James Franco - Jack - at the bar with Miss Orchid<br><br>Jack smiled at her response and taking both of their drinks glasses put them on the bar before following the lady upstairs to the room #4. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124065.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 21:50:51</strong>
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				<em>Opal</em><br><br>She saw Old Man Harris coming her way and she sat up straight. <br><br>"Opal," he grumbled, "Head to room three now. We have a late arrival, and you need to be on your best behavior, understood?" He then smacked her on her ass.<br><br>"Yes sure, ok, room three, no problem Boss." Opal hopped from her seat and headed up to the room. At least she would get one client tonight, she had no idea just how important that client would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 02:39:22</strong>
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				Amethyst with Bert<br><br>"I am so ready to sleep. Gotta pick my little man up first, but then we'll probably be asleep for a while." She laughed softly and smiled. "I know all about loneliness, it's a good friend of mine. Not many friends besides the people here. Rumors will tear you apart in a town this small. I know how it is to raise a kid by yourself." Amethyst shrugged a bit but kept the smile on her face. "Since we're on that subject, would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I'd like to get to know you a little better, one lonely person to another."<br><br>She knew he was a little nervous to get close to her or any other woman who worked here, but she would just like to have a friend in him or maybe more...if it turned out to be something more. "I think my little boy would like you and it may help since your son is out of the house and all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dvalen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 05:15:47</strong>
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				She lay there as Doc eased onto the bed, the mattress springs creaking slightly as he joined her.&nbsp; Violet felt his fingers curl around her neck and let herself be drawn to him, their lips pressing together as they kissed.&nbsp; She got her first taste of him as their tongues swirled against each other.&nbsp; He was a good kisser, she mused.&nbsp; Not too urgent, not too sloppy…just right.<br><br>The bare skin of her thigh tingled where he touched her with his other hand as their kissing became more passionate and growing more urgent.&nbsp; Violet didn’t kiss her clients as a rule, but tonight was different, and she was with Doc.<br><br>Then suddenly she felt him pull away.&nbsp; Violet opened her eyes and looked at him with almost a pout as he lay back on the bed with his hands tucked behind his head.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but smile.&nbsp; “No, not at all,” she whispered before snuggling next to him.&nbsp; Taking her own sweet time, she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt from collar to his waist with one hand as she nuzzled his ear and throat.&nbsp; Slipping her hand inside, she let her fingertips graze the defined muscles of his torso.<br><br>“Nice…,” she murmured before pulling out the shirttails.&nbsp; Leaving the front of his shirt open, Violet rose to her knees and turned away from him, showing him the back of her toned thighs, the pink folds of her sex and the perfect globes of her bare ass as she slid off his shoes and socks.&nbsp; With both hands, Violet slid her fingers along the inside of each leg and grazing the growing bulge between his legs before undoing the belt.<br><br>With deft fingers, she slowly pulled down the front zipper of his pants.&nbsp; Her breasts swayed slightly with each breath as she curled her fingers into both the waistbands of his pants and underwear, pulling them down his thighs.<br><br>“Oh my…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 10:09:04</strong>
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				<em>Doc - Room 2 (?)</em><br><br>Doc couldn't help but chuckle.&nbsp; Despite the fact that he and Violet had worked at the Gulch for a while, they hadn't hooked up until now.&nbsp; He was sure that the girls talked, but there was a difference between talk and experience.&nbsp; He knew that he was on the larger side of average.&nbsp; Just over seven inches long, and almost that big around, he had a tool that was thick and satisfying.&nbsp; In fact some women had told him in the past that he was a little too thick for their tastes, but honestly, he was a doctor.&nbsp; He knew that nationally he was only a little bigger than the national averages.&nbsp; Still... it was very enjoyable when a beautiful woman gasped like Violet just had.<br><br>He kept his pubes tightly trimmed, while he never brought a razor to them, he had a trimmer and kept it tight against his lean abdomen.&nbsp; Doc always ate fairly well, and worked out regularly, though at age thirty five he would never be called 'a hunk' any more he did keep in good shape.&nbsp; His stomach was tight and there was just enough fat on his body to round out, keeping the muscles from showing through like they might on a younger man.&nbsp; His thighs though were quite muscular, both from the jogging he did regularly on his treadmill, and from the workout he got riding his Harley.<br><br>His cock began to stiffen, already full with desire.&nbsp; He reached down for Violet and caressed her skin as he smiled down.&nbsp; "You like?" he asked with a half a grin on his face, "Go ahead, give it a taste."<br><br><br><em><br>OOC - Moved replies and play to the room 2 thread.&nbsp; <br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124063.msg5478616#msg5478616 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124063.msg5478616#msg5478616)</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 14:25:48</strong>
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				<em>Big Daddy - Entering the back door - Close to closing time</em><br><br>The limo pulled up behind the Fucking Gulch and as Big Daddy stepped out, he looked at the man who opened the door for him and said shortly, "Don't go anywhere. As soon as I'm done we'll head home." The nod of the driver was all he needed before he made his way up the stairs to the back door. He shook it once and when it turned in his hand, he smirked, pleased that Old Man Harris had left it open for him. He came in silently, making his way down the hallway.<br><br>Old Man Harris appeared out of no where and said in a low tone, "She's in Room 3."<br><br>"Miss Indigo?" Big Daddy questioned.<br><br>"No, someone new for you. Miss Opal." Turning, Old Man Harris left just as silently as he had appeared.<br><br>Big Daddy grinned as he made his way to Room 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124064.msg5476126#msg5476126), excited at the idea of a new girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 04:36:24</strong>
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				<em>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby With Miss Amethyst</em><br><br>Bert’s face lit up when Miss Amethyst invited him to dinner. Having lived on fast food and takeout from the local diner since his son left home, a home cooked meal sounded like heaven to him. Not to mention the prospect of spending time with the beautiful Miss Amethyst outside of work, person to person. She mentioned wanting to get to know him better, it had never occurred to Bert before just then how mutual that desire was.<br><br>“That sounds absolutely Splendid, Miss Amethyst.” Bert beamed, his foot tapping under the desk in excitement. “I would love to. What time should I plan on being there?”<br><br>Just as Bert asked this question, he became aware of a buzzing coming from his pocket. Bert pulled out his cell phone to see the message from Miss Indigo. He made the appropriate annotation in his ledger book, but the tricky part was replying.<br><br>Bert’s fingers were long and thick, perfect for loosening stuck bolts in the confined spaces of a car engine; but tapping tiny keys on a cell phone screen to make words that Auto-Correct would recognize, Bert’s big hands just weren’t made for that. He’d wanted to say: “Got it. Could you bring the Challenger by the garage tomorrow, please? I’d like to work on it.” The text that actually went out to Miss Indigo’s phone read: “Gotham. Cold you bling the Cadaver by the garbage tomorrow, peace? I’d bike to wreck on it.”<br><br>Bert put his phone away, shaking his head slightly about the Auto-Correct just as Mr. Dark came downstairs, walking right up to Bert, paying no attention to Miss Amethyst who was clearly was in the midst of conversation with him.<br><br>“I’d like to book a threesome for next week.” Dark said flatly, as casually as if he was ordering a cheeseburger from a drive-through. “I want a Catholic School girl fantasy, one of the rooms outfitted to suit this setting. The uniforms should match and their hair should be done up in pigtails with ribbon. I’d like to reserve Miss Orchid, and…”<br><br>Dark looked over at Miss Amethyst, seeing that he was interrupting a moment that certainly appeared to be more than business as usual. Did Big Black Bert have a Big Black Crush on one of the whores? Dark smiled sadistically, looking Amethyst over.<br><br>“And her.” Dark said at last, smiling up at Bert after inspecting the merchandise, he leaned in close, whispering to Bert though Amethyst surely heard. “Don’t worry, big guy. I’ll teach her how to cum and deliver her back mostly unharmed.”<br><br>With his business concluded, Dark backed away from the counter, smiling in genuine amusement at the expression on Bert’s face. The two of them had never gotten along, and Dark couldn’t resist a chance like this to really rub his nose in something. Dark lit another smoke as he walked out, letting go of a derisive laugh as he went back to the parking lot.<br><br>Bert just looked into Amethyst’s eyes apologetically. He only hoped that she still wanted to have him over for dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 06:16:06</strong>
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				Amethyst with Bert&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Amethyst smiled at Bert,she was genuinely happy that he would be coming to dinner. As Dark smiled sadistically, she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes because she knew the only reason he chose her was to get to Bert and she hated that, but it was her job so she was happy to get his business because she had heard that he tipped generously and Jayden needed some new clothes. "I do have a name, you know." She called after him as he left. Amethsyt looked at Bert as he gave her an apologetic look and she smiled. "Don't worry about it, sugar. It's my job and whatnot. I'm sorry because he kind of rubbed that in your face and you didn't deserve that. Umm just come over at around 6:30, that should be great. Anything in particular that you'd like. I can cook pretty much anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 12:03:57</strong>
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				<em>"Doc" - Dr. Sean Rossi - Sunday morning, October 16th 2011 – Sometime after the gulch 'closes' for the morning - (around 2.30 AM maybe?)</em><br><br><br>Having finished up with Violet, Doc didn't bother to shower up.&nbsp; He could do that at his apartment before he caught a few hours sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;Luckily in his real life, he didn't have to work on sundays.&nbsp; So he could catch up on a little sleep.&nbsp; He never slept much, five or six hours was usually enough for him, especially if he could get in a quick nap later in the day.&nbsp; &nbsp;But he knew he needed to go grocery shopping today after he slept.<br><br>He closed up the bar and then moved around the Gulch, making sure that everything was in order.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pondered, it had been a good saturday night, and he wondered if maybe he'd get a chance to sample Ms. Ruby in the near future.&nbsp; Then heading out, he said good night to old man Harris and left.&nbsp; Kicking his Harley to life, he headed home to get some rest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 02:36:50</strong>
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				Bert grinned like an idiot as Amethyst reassured him, it made him feel good that she cared how he felt, it made him feel… Special. It was something he hadn’t felt in a while.<br><br>“Thank you Miss Amethyst, but I know what goes on around here. I’m not embarrassed.” Bert told a white lie before continuing on. “It’s very kind of you to invite me, six-thirty works fine. It’s a date.”<br><br>The last few words spewed forth from his mouth before he had a chance to contemplate their meaning, it wasn’t actually a date, was it? The very idea made Bert’s cheeks feel warm. What if it was and she wanted him, sexually? Would he have to pay her? Was that just another part of the job? His mind was reeling with questions that wouldn’t be appropriate to ask her, so instead he just listened.<br><br>When Amethyst asked what he would like, Bert’s mile returned. He was sure that she was an excellent cook, she just had that special something about her that bespoke of an inherent superiority through good breeding. Like success was just in her DNA.<br><br>“Soul Food?” Bert answered timidly, not sure what he even meant himself by that, but it seemed like a safe answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 06:40:47</strong>
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				Amethyst with Bert<br><br>Amethyst smiled brightly as Bert smiled at her. "I know, but still, he shouldn't have done that." She could tell that it did embarrass him, he just wasn't going to admit that. She could see the questions in his eyes, but spoke nothing of them. "Soul food sounds great. Well, as much as I would love to stay and chat...I should probably go get my things so I can let the babysitter get home. She's probably tired. I'll see you tomorrow night." She leaned in and rested her hand on his forearm while she leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.<br><br>She walked back to get her things so she could get home and let her neighbor get some rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 16:56:51</strong>
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				<em>Opal Leaving</em><br><br>She had just finished with Big Daddy and was showered and ready to leave for the night. She gave a wave to Amethyst and Bert and headed out. She drove off tired and satisfied, almost ready to start her shift at the diner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 14:01:51</strong>
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				<em>Big Daddy calling it a night</em><br><br>"Alright, take me home," Big Daddy called out once he pushed the door to the back open and saw his driver smoking a cigarette outside. He chuckled as he rubbed his rounded stomach, patting it. "I'm ready to see the Old Hag. I'm sure her ass is going to drag me to church too."<br><br>He shook his head as he slipped into the backseat with a chuckle, "This town is a gold mine, Bobby. Full of good working people...and sex crazy girls." He grabbed a cigar as he kept the window rolled down, a sigh of contentment escaping him. He always loved coming to the Fucking Gulch. He left in a much better mood every time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 00:31:49</strong>
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				<strong>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby- Closing time</strong><br><br>Bert nodded and flashed a smile to each of the girls as they left. Lucky for them that they were headed home and didn’t have to deal with all the stragglers left behind; that was Bert’s job. He brought the shotgun up to rest on his shoulder, making his way over to the room Doc had rented with Miss Violet. Trying to be as respectful as he could, with as tired as he was, Bert wrapped his fist on the door a few times before calling inside.<br><br>“Wrap it up in there, you two. Or go rent a room somewhere else, it’s closing time.” Bert alerted them before making his way downstairs to the bar area.<br><br>Bert banged the butt of his gun several times on the floor to get everyone’s attention, a chorus of groans answered him, most of the regulars recognizing what it meant. They had all been helping themselves from the bar in Doc’s absence, the precious few that remained, and many were complaining that they hadn’t gotten time with their desired girl.<br><br>“Put that back. Go on, get on out. She’ll be back another night, drive safe. You okay? You need me to call a cab?” Bert was muttering as he ushered the crowd of intoxicated, horny men out of the basement. Some surely meant to oppose him or argue with him further, but Bert left no openings for protest. “Go on, out you go. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”<br><br>Once the last of the Bar Flies had been “escorted” to the parking lot, Bert shut the front door and locked it tight. He pulled the cord to turn off the neon sign and made note of this also in his ledger book. With that finished, he closed the leather bound book and brought it down to Mr. Harris.<br><br>“I think Doc might still be up to no good, but he’s got a key. Do you think I could-?”<br><br>“Go on, Bert. You look exhausted. Good night, I’ll see you next time.”<br><br>**Moved to Town IC Thread**<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 23:16:40</strong>
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				<em>Continued from town... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5919253#msg5919253)</em><br><br><strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Sunday night, maybe 10pm? 11pm? - The Fucking Gulch</strong><br><br><hr><br>There weren't a lot of cars there as he rode his bike up to the Gulch. He chained it beside the building as he did the previous night, feeling his heart beating like a drum. It looked like he arrived early, though fortunately not the first. With a sigh he approached the door, just standing there for a minute. It was harder this time. Last night he had just stepped right in, or so it felt, and walked down stairs without a single care. Tonight, though, knowing what it was, remembering last night...<br><br>He took a deep breath, and struggled to remember the name of the man that stood guard at the door. Twisting the nob he slowly stepped inside, and...<br><br>The man wasn't there. For now, at least. Maybe he was just away at his station for the time being, Dean didn't know. Either way, he was pretty sure he wanted to get down stairs. The man intimidated him for some reason.<br><br>As Dean descended down the stairs slowly, he noticed the smell of smoke and booze wasn't nearly as strong tonight. Then again, a Sunday night was bound to be a lot more calm than usual. Only a couple of fellows hung about, and The Doc was nowhere in sight. With a shrug, Dean wandered to an empty lounge couch and took a seat, sighing. Maybe he should have waited another night after all. It was looking like Sunday might be a bust. He sighed, leaning back, closing his eyes...and before he knew it he began to doze off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 23:51:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/applepielife1/17%20batch/alexandra011.png)<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Night, Opening Time - The Fucking Gulch<br>Her Outfit (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335257.jpg)<br>Her Shoes (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335623.jpg)</span></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Ellie hadn't been working at the Gulch for long, but she had begun to develop some regulars. She was one of the girls that men called for when they wanted someone more innocent. She was a bit less experienced than the other girls, and had even lost her virginity to her first client here. Because of that, plus her doll-like face and sweet personality, she was the ideal fantasy for men to corrupt. Of course, how much could one really corrupt a prostitute? That didn't mean that she wasn't seductive. She played each man how she sensed they wanted, so she could be seductive and urging for a young and inexperienced man, and innocent and coy for a more dominant male. And women were not out of the question, either.<br><br>She hadn't worked for the past week, as she had to finish a midterm report for her online courses. Luckily a prestigious university was willing to send her course work online in order for her to stay home and work at the farm...and the Gulch. The latter was the reason she could afford school at all, so she worked here as much as she could. The week off meant she'd have to work extra hard from now on to make up for it. She parked her Toyota Camry outside the building and stepped out of the car. She wore a long trench coat with something hidden underneath, and white lacy heels as she walked inside. Immediately she went back to the employee area and put her things away before stripping off the coat, adjusting her white eyelet baby doll nightie and fluffing her red curls They were loose and glossy, and she reapplied some red lip gloss before exiting and smiling at the patrons so far. Tonight she figured she'd start with the basement, so she descended the stairs and sashayed sensually into the room. Looking around, she saw a man sleeping in the corner and frowned. That simply wouldn't do. Mr. Harris would have her head if he thought she left a man in boredom, so she walked over to him and leaned over, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage when he woke. She gently ran a finger down his chest and spoke seductively.<br><br>"Sir? Is there any way I can help ease your boredom?"<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 12:34:43</strong>
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				Continued from town (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.50)<br><br><em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) entering the Gulch</em><br><br>Jones parked his car and it didn't seem very busy. Only a few other cars were parked and one bike. He smirked for a second when he saw the bike and pictured some of the men he had seen at the Gulch on that bike. The only one he could picture with that was the young man he had seen only vaguely when he entered the Gulch for the first time the previous night. It had only been one moment because the next Jones had to go to Mr. Harris for his membership.<br><br>As he entered he greeted Bert the bouncer and paid him. The money would be enough for another night of fun except for drinks and tips. He quickly got to the lounge in the basement and ordered himself a beer. While waiting for it he saw that he was right. The young guy that he had seen before was probably the one that was here on his bike. The woman that was seducing him was new to Jones. She hadn't been in the lounge when he was there. The woman had a very cute face and as far as he could see her curvy body wasn't that bad either. <br><br>Jones took place on one of the couches and took a sip from his beer. He had expected to see more men here but he realized that this time on a sunday evening was probably the&nbsp; good time for married couples. The day that they got what they wanted from their wifes and that would mean that they didn't need to be here. There weren't girls either only the one that was busy with the other guy. That made Jones just sit there and enjoy his drink while he was in deep thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 14:12:42</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - The Fucking Gulch Lounge</strong><br><br>Dean awoke with a bit of a snort as he felt a finger press against and descend his chest. His vision was a bit blurred for a moment, but as they regained focus the first thing he saw was a large pair of breasts hanging low before him, red tresses of hair to either side.<br><br>"<strong>Sir? Is there any way I can help ease your boredom?</strong>"<br><br>Dean's face flushed. Son of a bitch, he had embarrassed himself again <em>already</em>. How was he going to recover from this? He cleared his throat, sitting up straight as he got a good look at the woman's face. Dear God, she was gorgeous. He opened his mouth, stuttered a bit, and closed it back up again. He shut his eyes, let out an easy breath, and tried to calm himself.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "This is just my second time here, and... I'm not used to this sort of thing." God, he must be the <em>other</em> sort of guy that makes this a true job for these girls. No dashing debonair charm, no classically handsome Harrison Ford style good looks, no chance to fantasize that it is more than just a gig.<br><br>He needed to relax, though. He needed to calm down. He had read in that book that he probably cummed early last night because he had been so nervous. He didn't want to repeat that mistake.<br><br>"Here," he was about to pat the seat beside him, then quickly changed his mind and patted his lap. "Take a seat, talk with me a bit as I wake up." He didn't know if it would work, or if she'd just move on to another client, or any such reaction. He just knew that, in those debonair situations, a truly charming man would offer his lap.<br><br>Maybe. Shit, Dean had no idea what he was doing at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 17:36:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/applepielife1/17%20batch/alexandra011.png)<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Night, Opening Time - The Fucking Gulch<br>Her Outfit (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335257.jpg)<br>Her Shoes (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335623.jpg)</span></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>&nbsp;Ellie was startled when he snorted, but she quickly recovered and smiled in an attempt to calm him down. He seemed rather nervous, and she didn't want to frighten him away. Instead of playing the innocent girl tonight, she knew that she'd have to be a bit more forward with him. When he stuttered and obviously appreciated her assets, she figured that he wanted at least something from her, so she honed in on her prey. <br><br>When he patted his lap, she raised an eyebrow. That was more forward than she expected, but she was glad. Without hesitation, she crawled onto his lap and settled in with her arms draped around his neck. Her ample ass rested on his groin, and her legs were to the side. Tilting her head, she let her hair fall over one shoulder and tickle his arm. <br><br>"Hi. It's alright. I understand, and if you want to go slow...or not go at all...I won't push you. However, there's no reason to be nervous. I would love to help you relax for the evening. You can call me Pearl."<br><br>She lightly stroked the nape of his neck and subtly pushed her breasts out as she looked into his eyes. <br><br>"So. Is there anything in particular you're looking for tonight?"<br><br>Her tone was husky and suggestive. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 18:54:42</strong>
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				<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Fucking Gulch Lounge</strong><br><br>Truth told, Dean didn't really know what he wanted at the moment. Well, except to relax. That was getting more difficult, however, as she sat on his lap, her fingers tracing along his neck, her voluptuous breasts demanding his attention. He wanted to just grab them, to feel them, or maybe to just kiss her, or bite her neck. Suddenly the pages and pages of the book he had read were coming to mind, and it was almost like a sensory overload.<br><br>He just needed to relax.<br><br>"A massage," he blurted out. He then smiled, looking up at her. "Yes, a massage should do nicely. To start, at least." Good. He was already feeling better. Just making a decision was helping him feel more calm, good about himself. He'd at least get more of his money's worth that way.<br><br>"Just lead me to a room and we can begin," he said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 19:25:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/applepielife1/17%20batch/alexandra011.png)<br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Night - The Fucking Gulch<br>Her Outfit (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335257.jpg)<br>Her Shoes (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335623.jpg)</span></div><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She knew he was getting aroused, and that always pleased her. She ran one hand down his chest and then up to his neck. Stroking his cheek, she leaned in and kissed around his ear softly before speaking softly.<br><br>"A massage sounds like a good idea. I think you need to relax first, and then we can go from there."<br><br>She kissed the shell of his ear and then slowly moved off his lap. Standing up, she took his hand and pulled him up to lead him away. Before they did that, though, she pulled his fingers to her mouth and sucked his index finger inside. Her blue eyes never left his and she let go of his finger with a pop.<br><br>"Right this way."<br><br>With that, she turned away and led him upstairs and into room #1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124062.0).<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keala Mensha Khaine</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 19:33:42</strong>
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				Viktor - Sunday Night - Fucking Gulch<br><br>Viktor pulled up his broken down Dodge Neon to the gravel parking lot of the Gulch. <em>Another fucking day in paradise</em> he thought as he turned off the engine. He had to be to work early tomorrow morning, cleaning the halls before the damn little brats came in and messed up all his work in a matter of seconds, but that didn't matter to him right now. He needed to relax and escape from his miserable life for a while, and the Gulch was just the place to do it. He hadn't been able to make it for a few days, and it was starting to make him ornery, something he had hoped to take care of tonight. With luck, that cute little slut Erica would be working tonight. He had seen her first at the school where they both worked, and had gladly admired her nice figure from afar, but then his life had taken a turn for the better when he stumbled upon the Gulch by accident and gladly gave himself to the secret world of the town's brothel. He was even more pleasantly suprised when he noticed that she had worked here as well. <em>Some day I will get me some of that </em> he promised himself as he locked the doors and made his way to the entrance. <br><br>Opening the door, he walked into the establishment, first making his way down the stairs to the lounge area. No one seemed to working the bar tonight. Bert wasn't at the door either which was strange...but maybe he could go without paying the entrance fee. That would make the night even better. Leaning over the bar he 'ordered' himself a drink to loosen himself up a bit. Seemed a slow night, but Pearl had already gotten her hooks into her first customer for the night it looked. He hadn't been able to talk with her much, but she seemed to be a nice girl, only passing conversations so far. He was still quite new himself, just getting a feel for the place really, but he had enjoyed the feels he had been able to get. Taking a drink from his beer, he leaned back against the bar to relax and wait to see how the night would unfold for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 01:34:19</strong>
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				<strong>Bert- Fucking Gulch- 11:30PM</strong><br><br>Bill was late, and much to his dismay, there were already vehicles parked in the clients' lot. This was bad, really bad, though he had to admit, the time with Vivienne had been worth it. He only hoped that none of the clients had been taken into a room without paying the door. Old Man Harris was kind and generous about most things, but losing his share of the money wasn't one of those things.<br><br>Parking behind the building, as was his custom, Bill rushed inside. There were already clients milling about down in the basement and it sounded as though Room 1 was in use. Had Old Man Harris opened up himself? Who was in there? He'd just arrived and his Ledger book was already light. He made his way to Harris' office first for the lecture he felt was inevitable.<br><br>"I'm terribly sorry for being late Mr. Harris." Bert mumbled, closing the door behind himself. "I was at dinner and I just... Lost track of time."<br><br>"Tell me, Bert. Were you at dinner with one of my girls when you... Lost track of time?" Old Man Harris asked sternly, taking a puff of his cigar. "Because as much freedom as I lend them and you as well, they are MY girls. Don't forget that Bert, next time you <em>lose track of time</em>. The Kid still has credit from last night, he's in there with Pearl who can negotiate her own tip, I'm sure. Jones from last night already left his fee at your empty station. The other still owes. Now go do your job, and keep your hands to yourself."<br><br>Bert sulked out of Mr. Harris' office looking broken. How had he known?<br><br>Technically speaking, the girls weren't supposed to associate with clients outside of work, but Bert thought that since he wasn't a client it would be alright, but Mr. Harris seemed to imply that it only made things worse. He approached Viktor, who Bert had seen there before in the past.<br><br>"I'm sorry to bother you Viktor, but you forgot to pay the door. It's my fault really, for being late. I still need to collect though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 11:45:38</strong>
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				<em>Erica Adamsson </em><br><br>Erica was later than usual, which is why she found it odd to see Bert pull up the gravel drive-way only moments before she did. It wasn't like their burly bouncer to be late. <br>Erica decided to go for the schoolgirl fantasy that night, which is why she arrived at the Gulch wearing a pleated navy-blue mini-skirt, a creme-colored blouse that gave ample cleavage, tube socks pulled up just below the knee and her hair done up in pigtails. After quickly greeting Old Man Harris, she stepped out into the main area of the Gulch, all Miss Indigo.<br><br>She was part surprised and part amused to see the school's janitor (and part time private detective) Viktor there. There was no one behind the counter. There was something up with Doc, but Harris had been very vague about the entire thing. She hoped it got resolved quickly. Somehow the lounge area seemed a lot more empty without their barkeep. Instead she went behind the counter herself and quickly fixed herself a Mojito. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 19:22:12</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – Walking to Fucking Gulch</em><br><br><em>Fucking Gulch. Well, at least it told you what it did on the tin,</em> Nate mused as he strode down the country road. The address he'd been given was a ways out of town – surprisingly close to the elder Goddard's family lands, actually, but the walk was comfortable on a cool evening, and helped settle dinner. He grinned to himself, wryly hoping he didn't meet anyone he knew... though in such a small community, maybe that was a vain hope.<br><br>Pausing on the side of the road, he craned his head, gazing around through the cornfields, seeking landmarks. There was something hypnotic about the terrain in this part of the world; endless rolling plains adorned with a quilt of crops, great regular grids and rings of plantings. But Nate managed to pick out what he was looking for: a great barn in the middle of a field, less dilapidated than most, with light visible around curtained windows and under doors. Grabbing the wires of a fence he swung himself through the barrier and straightened in the field, making his way towards the building. Brushing a few strands of cornsilk from his sleeves, Nate approached the door, hearing voices and low country music inside. The Kiwi man paused, glancing around surreptitiously, but saw no-one else nearby, just a few parked cars... and stepped inside.<br><br>The place was quite empty; there was a big black guy talking to a square-jawed man by the bar, while a slender blonde in a schoolgirl-fantasy outfit fixing a drink on the other side. Nate's eyes widened appreciatively as he took her in... yeah, it did what it said on the tin, all right.<br><br>He stepped towards the other two men, reaching for his wallet. “G'day. You said something about a door fee...?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 22:10:00</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) in the Gulch</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Jones overheard some things of the conversation between the young guy and the redhead. He was new just like Jones but he seemed to be a bit more shy. That didn't seem to be a poblem for the girl because a few moments later the two of them headed of to one of the rooms. For a moment Jones was alone in the lounge and that didn't give him a good feeling, he liked it when there were other people around. His wish came true because a man that he didn't really know came down and took a beer. He had seen the other man in the town but Jones didn't know his name or his profession.<br><br>A cute blonde in a school uniform joined the two men and got behind the bar. Jones walked up to her. "Are you doing the bar today? Doc wasn't here and I just took a beer I should probably write that down. By the way my name is Jones and what's yours, gorgeous?" </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 23:02:58</strong>
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				<strong>Bert- Fucking Gulch Basement- Tagged: Indigo, Viktor, Nathan</strong><br><br>Bert was helpless against the sight of Miss Indigo arriving, he checked his watch so that he'd be able to adjust the ledger once he got back to the lobby. He'd hoped that his wicked little tryst with Vivienne would help prevent these bouts of reckless sex-interest that he'd been having of late, but it seemed that actually having sex again had only served to reawaken his masculine desires. Miss Indigo looked so beautiful, innocent yet adult, sweet yet sultry. He had to physically shake his head to get the thought of those long blond tails caught in his fists out of his mind.<br><br>"Yes, the door fee is $250. If it's your first time here at the Gulch, you need to go see Old Man Harris through that door for your pseudonym. Once you have that, you can mingle down here until you meet someone who suits you and work out her tip with her once you've retired to a private room." Bert informed the new arrival with a strange accent, he didn't recognize him right away so he assumed it was his first time at the gulch. "I'm Bert, that's Miss Indigo and there should be more girls arriving soon."<br><br>It really was becoming chaos in a hurry, without Doc to tend bar and only two working girls to four clients. Bert hoped that he wouldn't have trouble getting the door fee from these two clients, but if it came down to it, perhaps throwing a few blows was a good way to get out the tension that had built up since arriving at the Gulch.<br><br>He still had to fix the ledger book, but Bert wondered if it was a good idea to leave the basement unsupervised with so many clients and so few employees. Not a good night to be the head of security at Fucking Gulch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keala Mensha Khaine</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 02:15:52</strong>
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				<strong>Viktor - Fucking Gulch Basement</strong><br><br>"Oh hey there man...I was hoping today was going to be a free night and all," Viktor said with a smile as he fished into the pocket of his jacket to find his wallet. Opening it up, he reluctantly took out the money and counted it twice before handing it to Bert. "Oh...no one was at the bar so I helped myself, don't worry, I put the money in there for it too. Last thing I want is to get jacked up by you or kicked out of here. What you pushing now, 300?" he said with a smile. <br><br>Taking a swig of the beer he had commandeered from behind the bar, his eyes grew wider as he noticed Erica walk in...or should he say, Miss Indigo. He had to catch himself at times with saying her real name in the Gulch, but thankfully had yet to make that mistake. Holding the beer to his lips, his eyes followed her as she walked buy him. <em>God damn...</em> he thought taking in her outfit. She looked extremely sexy in the school girl outfit, a fantasy he was sure that every man shared, which it was especially hard not to after seeing how well she sported to look. It took him a moment to gather his senses as he watched her breasts bounce nicely in the tight blouse as she walked to behind the bar. Spinning his chair about, he watched as she made herself a Mojito. "Well, if she's working the bar tonight, I'm probably going to have too many drinks to be able to drive him," he replied to the man's comments with a smile at Miss Indigo. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 05:57:13</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones aka Miss Amethyst. Fucking Gulch. 11:45pm Tagged: Nathan</strong> Outfit: http://www.trashy.com/Add-Bra-Pads.7463-product.htm (http://www.trashy.com/Add-Bra-Pads.7463-product.htm) <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Amethyst just knew she was going to be, like, half an hour late and she rushed around. Having to take the time to get ready after the babysitter had gotten there. She sped over to the Gulch and tried to sneak in, hanging her trenchcoat up in the dressing room. Alas, she heard someone behind her and closed her eyes as she recognized the walk. It was Mr. Harris. <strong>"Miss Amethyst, if you'd join me in my office."</strong><br><br>Amethyst followed the old man into his office and sat in the chair across from his desk. "I'm sorry that I'm late. It won't happen again."<br><br><strong>"You know that I don't mind you being late, if it's on account of your son, but your son wasn't who you were taking care of tonight. If you're thinking of starting a tryst with someone close to this place, do not, it would be bad for business. Can't have my girls having boyfriends, who would see them in action and cause trouble, now can I?"</strong><br><br>"No, sir, understood. I'll just get to work now. It won't happen again." Amethyst&nbsp; stood, nodded to him, and walked back out towards the bar. She made herself a martini and let her eyes scan the room. Her eyes caught sight of a rather handsome man standing next to Bert, this man looked to be new to the Gulch and she would love to welcome him properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 19:01:32</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><em>Sunday Night – Paying his dues; Tagged – Bert, Amethyst</em><br><br>Nathan gave the harried-looking Bert an amicable grin, and quickly pressed the five $50 bills into his hand. The man looked like he had enough to be getting on with without tarrying for some tardy payments... and had the kind of physique you didn't want to hold out on. “There y'go, mate.”<br><br>That taken care of, Nate glanced around the room again, and his eyes were arrested by another pair of blues... set in the tan, wheat-blonde-framed face of a shapely woman in a confection of black lace, pink ribbons and white polka dotted lingerie. He did a quick double take, his gaze sliding down her body (at least as much of it was was visible behind the bar) before rising back to her face. He offered a smile, and found his legs trotting towards her.<br><br>“G'day,” he said, a touch bashfully, as he rested his hands on the bar. “Name's Nathan... and if that's the bar maid uniform here, I gotta say I approve! Could I get a beer, please?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 00:43:15</strong>
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				<strong>Bert- Fucking Gulch Basement to Lobby</strong><br><br>Bert nodded to Vik after receiving his payment, not feeling particularly like discussing the bench press right now, especially as Amethyst entered looking amazing. It seemed that Old Man Harris wanted to give her the same sort of third-degree that Bert had received upon arrival. He felt slightly guilty for that. The new guy also payed up without much trouble, which made Bert glad.<br><br>After thumbing through the bills to make sure the amounts were correct, Bill made his way upstairs to the main Lobby. He unlocked his shotgun and opened his ledger book to the current date. He was writing fast to try and make note of all the goings on he'd missed. Pearl taking The Kid into private, Indigo and Amethyst's arrivals, his own late arrival. He also stored the cash in his lock box and made ready for whatever else was bound to transpire.<br><br>He was still wearing his clothes from earlier that night, though he'd abandoned his tie and coat. He sat behind the small counter in the lobby, trying hard not to think about the fact that Vivienne would soon be in a room with someone else, giving them the same pleasure she'd given him only a slender few hours earlier.<br><br>It was going to be a tough night at the Fucking Gulch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 06:37:00</strong>
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				<strong> Amethyst behind the bar. Tagged: Nathan</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled at the man as he made his way towards the bar. "Of course you can have a beer, honey, you could have a lot more than that...if you'd like." She got Nathan a beer and set it down in front of him. "I've never seen you in here before. Since it's your first time and all, your drink's on me." She'd pay for it later.<br><br>"Oh, I'm Amethyst, by the way." Vivienne stepped out from behind the bar, sipping at her martini as she stood closer to Nathan. Seeing Bert looking at the two of them she had to keep focused on Nathan or else she'd start feeling bad about it. "So, that's a mighty fine accent you have there. Where are you from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 19:20:28</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br><br>Nate couldn't help but chuckle at the brazen suggestiveness of the invitation as the blonde poured him a drink. Then again, he'd found small-town Americans to be just as direct and take-me-as-you-find-me as country folks back home, so there should have been no surprise that straight-talk manifested in a place with such a clear name and agenda.<br><br>“Thanks,” he nodded appreciatively at the free drink, wrapping his fingers around the glass as condensation began to form on it. He took a sip; American brewing was quite watery to his palate, but in his travels he'd learned that insulting the local beverages was never wise. Besides, free beer was free beer! As he drank and she stepped out from behind the bar, he couldn't help running his gaze up and down the woman's body out of the corner of his eye.<br><br>He dragged over a coaster with one finger and set the glass down, lowering himself onto a stool by the bar, leaving room for her to join him. He smiled at her name. “Amethyst... always liked that stone. Forms the most fascinating geodes. I'm Nathan... Nate, if you like. That's right, it's my first time. Uh, that is to say, I've never been here before. I'm from New Zealand... I guess you're a local?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 05:44:23</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst at the bar, scoping a new customer</strong><br><br>Amethyst poured herself a glass of whiskey before stepping from behind the bar to stand closer to Nate. "It is very nice to meet you, Nate." She didn't know that was his real name so it's what she called him. She saw the slight grimace on his lips as he took a drink of his beer. She, herself, had never acquired that particular taste.<br><br>"Yeah, born and raised. Wasn't the most exciting place to grow up, but it's cool." She smiled at him. "since it's your first time here and all, I should show you to a very satisfying evening. Thank you...you sound like a geologist or something?" Amethyst smiled brightly, she loved intelligent guys and he was definitely attractive. She wouldn't mind entertaining this man for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:14:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Evening - Basement Bar</strong></span><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Ellie and Dean re-entered the room and proceeded to have an educational and pleasurable first time for the young man. He tipped her and left, leaving Ellie to shower and re-dress in a different outfit (http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs150.snc1/5570_136940416498_43613481498_3292469_3676341_n.jpg) with red stiletto heels and red lacy panties. She pinned her red curls up and re-applied her make-up before exiting the room and making her way back into the bar.<br><br>She figured the night was still young, and as such, she intended to make the most of it. Dean had been a great customer, and she had enjoyed her time with him immensely, but now she was done and back on the prowl. Standing up straight and taking a deep breath, she sashayed confidently into the bar to look around. However, one face she saw there made her stop in her tracks. <br><br>Nathan was there. The young New Zealand researcher who was staying at their farm was in the Fucking Gulch! Shit! He could tell her family everything. What would he think of her? He knew her as the sweet farmer's daughter who blushed when he flirted and baled hay with her brother. She'd be humiliated if he saw her here, but she knew there was no way to get around it. Maybe he'd be so wrapped up with Amethyst that he wouldn't even notice her. Swallowing nervously, she tucked a red curl behind her ear and sauntered past him and Amethyst, hoping that he wouldn't see her and that she could escape upstairs. <br><br>Hey...a girl could hope, right?<br>.....<br><br>Moved from Brothel Room #1. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124062.new#new)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 21:50:19</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br><br>Nathan grinned slightly as he saw Amethyst's choice of beverage – there was something cool about a women who could handle her hard liquor. “Well, it's nice to meet you too.” He smile only widened as she mentioned a 'satisfying evening', and all the thoughts and images that suggested. It seemed this place was exactly what he'd been told, and as forthright as its name. “A biologist, actually, studying the genetic range in local crop varietals...ahh, but I'm not here to talk shop,” he added slightly apologetically.<br><br>He was about to continue, when from out of the corner of his eye over Amethyst's shoulder he spotted a familiar face... and an unfamiliar, but stunning figure.<br><br>Ellie Goddard, the pretty, intelligent and charming daughter of the farming family he was lodged with. He'd recognise those big blue eyes, delicate lips and cascade of red hair anywhere, even when it was pinned up and more styled than the ponytail she usually wore it in while doing chores. But he was used to seeing her in simple, hardwearing work attire or more modest clothes around the dinner table... not a dress that tantalisingly showed off every stunning curve, the body that had haunted more than a few of his dreams since coming to New Harrisville.<br><br>Without realising it, Nathan slipped off his stool, straightening as he stared after her. <em>“Ellie?!”</em> he called in surprise, his own sky-coloured eyes sliding down her figure and past the short red hem of her dress in widening amazement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 04:08:35</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Ellie "Pearl" Goddard<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fucking Gulch Basement Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nathan<br><hr><br>Ellie had almost made it to the stairs when she heard him say her name in that sexy New Zealand accent of his. Swallowing, she grimaced and froze for a few seconds before slowly turning around and giving him an awkward smile. She took a deep breath and walked toward him, smiling apologetically at Amethyst. She drew closer and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. Damn! Why did he have to be so incredibly attractive?<br><br>"Hi, Nathan."<br><br>Her voice sounded guilty, and she blushed in obvious humiliation. <br><br>"Umm...I didn't expect to see you here."<br><br>Fidgeting awkwardly, she was breathing harder in nervousness even as she subconsciously moved in such a way as to display more of her ample cleavage and creamy skin. She considered lying and saying that she was a customer, but that would never fly. Swallowing, she worried at her bottom lip.<br><br>"This is incredibly awkward. I guess you've discovered my...other job."<br><br>Her voice grew quiet, and she looked like a little girl who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 08:56:28</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br><br>The surprise of seeing someone he knew as more than a passing acquaintance left Nathan speechless for a moment. Rather rudely, he seemed to have forgotten Amethyst in the midst of his distraction. He rolled his bottle of beer from hand to hand, fidgeting and looking Ellie up and down in disbelief... that she was here, that she was more alluring than he'd ever imagined during their wandering conversations about local history, farming methods, movies and everything in between. She'd always seemed like a sweetheart, a 'good girl', pretty but chaste... yet here she was, in the brothel, and clearly not just a visitor.<br><br>Her blush stirred him out of his tied-tonguedness, and he laughed, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “You didn't expect to see me? I didn't expect to see you! But wow, you look... fantastic,” he added impulsively, eyeing her creamy flesh offset against the low-cut scarlet dress. It was hard to miss the way she turned to show herself to best – and impressive – effect, and Nathan was feeling it full-force.<br><br>“Other job... so you... work here?” he asked, his tone shocked but not at all repulsed. If anything, a new light came into his bright blue eyes as he watched her cheeks redden. The girl he'd thought of as sugar and spice and all things nice was suddenly revealed to have a hidden sexual side... and it turned him on immensely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 04:45:55</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst at the bar</strong><br><br>Vivienne was just about to say something when Nate jumped off the bar stool to follow Ellie. "Well, I never." She rolled her eyes and downed her whiskey before her eyes scanned around the room to see what the talent looked like. Her eyes landed on Ellie and her apologetic smile, it wasn't the girl's fault, it had been awfully disrespectful and rude of Nathan to just leave. Nobody had ever done that to her before and she didn't care for it, not at all.<br><br>She did owe it to Ellie to tell her that they didn't use real names here, she liked the girl and didn't want her to get fired. Vivienne sighed softly and walked over to them. Talking to Ellie, not to Nathan, she really didn't care if he got kicked out or not because of it....he shouldn't have started ignoring her. "Sweetie, I know you're kind of new and all, but we don't use real names here. That's why you're 'Pearl' and we don't talk about our real lives. Just thought I'd let you know because I like you and don't want you to get fired or anything." She smiled sweetly and then walked back over to the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 05:14:31</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Ellie "Pearl" Goddard<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fucking Gulch Basement Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nathan<br><hr><br>Ellie was breathing hard and worried at her bottom lip as he looked her up and down, making her tingle in places she shouldn't. She liked the way he looked at her, though. Was that wrong? They never trained her on how to act when someone from her real life showed up. Everyone knew everyone in this town, so it was bound to happen eventually. Was she supposed to ignore him? Act like she didn't know him?<br><br>"Umm...thanks."<br><br>She smiled up at him almost shyly and then blushed crimson as he asked if she worked there. She nodded slowly and once again looked guilty.<br><br>"Yeah...yes, I do."<br><br>She was about ready to tell him her name was Pearl here when Amethyst spoke up. She didn't blame Vivienne. After all, Ellie had unintentionally stolen attention away from her, but it was natural. If you saw someone you knew in a brothel, wouldn't you react? Nathan couldn't be blamed for being human, and he hadn't walked away from her. Ellie had walked to them. Sighing, she smiled at Amethyst kindly and nodded.<br><br>"I know. I hadn't used my real name, but he's obviously not expected to know my name in here. I hadn't had a chance to tell him about the rules, and we weren't talking about our real lives...just acknowledging each other."<br><br>She was defending Nathan, and as she looked up at him, it was obvious she liked him a lot.<br><br>"It's best if we don't talk anymore about anything outside of here. Also, my 'name' is Pearl."<br><br>She smiled and bit her bottom lip before licking it and sighing.<br><br>"I...well, I can't really stand around and chat. We can really only spend time with the...customers if you...well, if you buy one of us."<br><br>She spoke softly, obviously assuming he wouldn't want to pay for her.<br><br>"So I should be going...."<br><br>She gave him one last longing look before turning away and trying to force herself to walk from him...although her steps were slow. She had become wet at the mere mention of him buying her. What would it be like to lie beneath him as he drove into her over and over again? Saying her name in that sexy accent of his, and watching her with his ice-blue eyes. He was extremely intelligent and very strong, so she had lusted for him for quite a while. She often had erotic dreams of him, and a few times had even considered walking down the hallway to his room and seeing if he felt the same way. She never had, though, and now she was stuck in this awkward situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 21:22:56</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br><br>Nathan hadn't actually moved that far from Amethyst when he noticed Ellie, but he <em>had</em> forgotten about her, and the conversation between the two girls brought his attention back to that. Ducking his head remorsefully, he looked back to the blonde with an apologetic smile. “God, I'm sorry, Amethyst, that was really rude of me... I was just surprised to see her. I'll pay for those drinks.” Nathan pulled a note out of his pocket and laid it on the bar top.<br><br>Turning back to the redhead he grinned slightly, charmed by the way she stood up for him. As she began to move away he stepped out and wrapped his large, strong hand around her wrist, slowing her escape. His big fingers and palm were rough and work-worn for a scientist, but held her gently... if firmly, in a way that wouldn't take no for an answer. “El... Pearl, hold up. What if I <strong>did</strong> buy you?” Nathan asked boldly, fixing his gaze on her eyes. His ears could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth; she was the daughter of the family that had kindly put him up and helped him with his research! The innocent but sexy farm girl... although she was clearly more than that, working here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 21:35:42</strong>
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				Ellie, at the bar. <br><hr><br>Ellie liked that he apologized to Amethyst, and she honestly hoped the pretty blonde wouldn't hold this incident against her. Still, she didn't expect him to follow her. When his hand closed around her dainty wrist, she stopped and turned slowly...liking the way he held her in his hand. It was gentle, yet dominant, and she swore she could feel the heat to her bones. <br><br>When she faced him again, she looked into his eyes and smiled in barely suppressed relief at his question. She had such a crush on him, and as they stood barely a foot apart, she licked her lips and stepped even closer. <br><br>"If you bought me? Would you really want to do that, Nath-...I mean, Sir?"<br><br>Her voice grew soft and she swore she could hear both of their hearts pounding. <br><br>"If you bought me, then you would have however many hours you want with me...alone...until you're satisfied."<br><br>She wasn't acting purposefully seductive, but she obviously was saying she'd like him to buy her. The thought alone made her wet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 22:31:10</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst by the bar</strong><br><br>Vivienne didn't hold it against Ellie, it wasn't the redhead's fault, she wanted to let the newer girl know that but seemed she'd be busy so Vivienne would just have to wait. What it did seem like was that Vivienne would have to find herself a new customer and that was what upset her, no it would not be hard, but she had been looking forward to the man and the fact that she had never in her life had someone else chosen over her.<br><br>She smiled at Nate slightly. "Thank you, well, I didn't mean to interrupt y'all...so carry on. Maybe some other time." Vivienne promptly walked away to move on to someone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 21:11:01</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – In the Fucking Gulch bar</em><br><br>Relieved to have parted on amicable terms from the woman who had been so welcoming to him, Nathan's attention was drawn addictively back to Ellie. His firm grip pulled on her arm, coaxing her closer, and his sky-coloured eyes slipped down from her face, taking in the surprising, tempting curves of her figure as revealed by the alluring red dress and her unconsciously seductive poise.<br><br>As she stood closer and he got a tickle of her perfume in his nose, Nathan's fingers stirred, tightening hard around her delicate joint then relaxing, stroking her inner wrist gently. She looked up at him like she had in his many, many wicked dreams about her, that blend of knowing desire and innocent sensuality that piqued his interest and stoked his desire. And she called him 'sir'... “Of course!” Nathan answered, hastily and forcefully. “Of course I want that,” he repeated in a lower, husky tone, shifting his hand to envelope hers, strong tan fingers entwining with her slender white ones. Even as relatively inexperienced as she was, Ellie could see the way his eyes widened as she spoke about the two of them, together for hours of pleasure, a secret flame burning in the back of Nathan's stunned, aroused gaze.<br><br>“God, yes,” he exhaled after a moment, grinning with a hint of wickedness in his charming smile. “Is there somewhere private we can... talk?” Though the glint in his eye told Ellie that conversation might not be his top priority.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 21:34:05</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Ellie "Pearl" Goddard<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fucking Gulch Basement Bar, Moving to Brothel Room #2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124063.new#new)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nathan<br><hr><br>When Nathan moved closer, she smiled and finally admitted to herself that she had been hoping he'd buy her...and she began to purposely show more to him by arching her back a bit and tilting her head. Her perfume smelled of lilacs, and she almost didn't breathe as he moved his hand around her wrist. When he stroked her inner wrist, she gasped very softly and looked lustfully into his eyes. He had found a very sensitive spot, and she knew he'd find her absolutely soaked if he decided to buy her.<br><br>He answered hastily in the affirmative, and Ellie smiled happily. <br><br>"Really? Great! I mean...I'm glad."<br><br>She almost couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she took his hand and chuckled at his 'God, yes.' This was actually going to happen! The New Zealander she'd been fantasizing about for months would be alone and intimate with her in mere minutes. Heart racing, she led him up the stairs.<br><br>"Yes. There are private rooms here, although there is usually very little talking that takes place. Follow me."<br><br>Finding room #2 empty once they were upstairs, she entered and pulled him inside before closing the door. After locking it, she turned to him and smiled almost shyly.<br><br>"I've never been with a man I knew very well before. I guess this is a bit awkward."<br><br>She backed away slightly and looked at him, licking her lips nervously.<br><br>"If you did just want to talk, we can do that...but...well...I definitely would not be opposed to doing more."<br><br>Her voice grew quiet at the end, and she bit her bottom lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 09:45:43</strong>
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				<strong>Bert- Main Lobby</strong><br><br>The books were a mess, and Bert didn't have anyone to blame but himself. Worse still was the fact that he wasn't even sorry. The date with Vivienne had been worth every ounce of trouble that followed, even if he had loused things up in the end. He hung his head for a moment, cursing himself for being so clumsy.<br><br>It was good that Pearl had been in such a hurry to get her next client up to room #2, because otherwise he might have missed it, throwing the books into further chaos. He made note of both her and the client, occupying the room. He assumed that he'd purchase the total package, but he wanted to wait for the sounds from within to confirm.<br><br>Just as Bert didn't think that things could be much worse, Dark strode confidently in through the front door of the Fucking Gulch. He smirked at Bert as he tossed his hat and scarf at the much larger man.<br><br>"Big Black Bert! My Big Black Brother! What's happening?" Dark taunted, the cynicism evident in his voice. "Don't hold back. Tell me how your date went."<br><br>"Your threesome isn't booked until next Saturday Mr. Dark." Bert muttered, not wanting to tell this irritating sadist any of the details of his intimate evening with Viv-Amethyst. "What could we do for you tonight?"<br><br>"What? I can't stop by to hear about how things went with your whole 'Pretty Woman' experiment? I thought we were pals, Three-B." Dark continued teasing. "So you're not going to tell me? Maybe I should go ask your girlfriend, maybe somewhere quiet. Maybe not so quiet, maybe so loud you can hear how it's really done. Take notes and such."<br><br>Dark snatched the pencil from the top of Bert's precious ledger book, and waived it through the air, mimicking notes. Bert quickly snatched the pencil back and rose to his full intimidating height. Dark just raised his hands, playfully, revealing three crisp hundred dollar bills in one hand that he passed off.<br><br>"I might want two tonight, also. You never can tell." Dark continued to tease as he descended the stairs into the basement. "Someone needs to bring me an ice water. Preferably someone crawling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 07:22:47</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst- At the bar</strong><br><br>Amethyst was just headed back behind the bar when she heard Dark coming down the stairs, he was pretty loud. He was an ass towards Bill/Bert but he did tip very well and she could hear him tell Bert for someone to get him a glass of ice water. She filled a glass with ice and then water before begrudgingly starting to head his way. She needed to make some money tonight, Jayden was outgrowing almost everything he had, so she put a smile on her face as she got over to the man.<br><br>"Why, hello there, you look mighty handsome tonight. Can I offer you anything besides your water, Sir?" It was onto the next customer after Nate, but she hated who said customer was because of Bill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 10:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.cdn4.123rf.com/168nwm/nejron/nejron0910/nejron091000038/5670638-mysterious-man-retro-portrait.jpg)</div><strong>Dark- Basement Lounge. Tagged: Amethyst and Indigo</strong><br>A devious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as Dark saw the very whore he was looking for bringing him a glass of water. She complimented him, but there was nothing behind it, almost reflexive as though she was saying "Bless You" after someone sneezed. Whores were such intriguing, beautiful creatures. <br><br>Dark offered Amethyst his arm as he made his way into the basement lounge. He was dismayed to see Doc not at the bar, though it would have been taboo to ask if he was alright. In fact, what he wanted from Amethyst might have been taboo as well.<br><br>"I don't usually come here on Sundays, but I was so curious to hear how your date with the bouncer went I couldn't help myself." Dark sneered as he made his way into the lounge. "So, I want to know everything, down to the last, dirtiest detail. I'll pay you to tell me, more if you do it down here, loud enough for him to hear you upstairs. Did he do that to your chest?"<br><br>Dark ran the back of his index finger lightly over Amethyst's chest where a fresh bruise was still forming. Just as he was beginning to feel the infectious pleasure of Amethyst's humiliation, he spotted Indigo, dressed exactly as he'd requested the other two should be in a week. Had she been expecting him? Down to the pigtails on her head. It was a common fantasy perhaps, but it threw him for a moment. He all but dragged Amethyst with him over to Indigo.<br><br>"Well, well, well Miss Indigo. Were you expecting me tonight?" Dark asked with a smile, his eyes journeying up and down Indigo's wonderful outfit. "I just came to hear this one's 'Pretty Woman' story, but now you've got my attention. Unlucky thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 17:07:18</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Indigo, surprised by Dark's arrival</strong><br><br>Erica was a bit taken aback by Dark's arrival. She had not expected to see him that night. It was rare for him to come in on Sundays. In fact, she could not remember the last time that he had. Dark was a good tipper, but he was also one of the more demanding customers and she hadn't considered the possibility of him showing up when she dressed up for work earlier that night. She recovered quickly enough to flash him a smile as he practically dragged Amethyst towards her position. <strong>"Well hey there handsome... can't say I was expecting you, but it's always a nice surprise..."</strong> Based on what she read in Amethysts eyes, the woman was thinking the same as she. Dark could be a massive pain - sometimes quite literally - but he was also one of the best paying Johns. It was too good to pass up the chance at a night with him. And by the look in his eyes, he was interested in more than just Amethyst...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 13:09:36</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Jones seemed to be ignored tonight. He had been waiting for Ruby but it didn't seem like she was going to show up any time soon and now the 'barmaid' had completely ignored him when another man walked up to her. He felt bad for it because there wasn't really a girl left. The guy that last came in seemed to have a reputation because two girls were both trying to get his attention. Jones took another beer and wrote it down himself because there wasn't someone to do it for him and thought about what he had to do. Should he wait for Ruby or should he take his chance with one of the girls here? After all he had paid for it.<br><br>He took a sip of his beer and made up his mind. If Ruby had been here she wouldn't have waited for him to come here and he shouldn't do that either. Jones would wait for the other guy to finish the conversation and see who'd be available. He did hope that the other man would leave the student girl here and left with the one that seemed a rather good friend of the bouncer.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:06:11</strong>
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				<strong>Desdemona Pratz AKA Miss Orchid</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Desdemona_attire3.jpg)</div>Desdemona was flooring her Ferrari down the interstate. The early evening air was in her hair, the night was announcing itself to be warm and she was driving to nowhere in particular. As her father had cut off one perk after another, he had allowed her to keep her car and hadn’t been stingy when it came to gas money, so she found herself just driving around idly more and more. It wasn’t as if there was much else exciting to do in her shitty town, not counting her work at the Gulch.<br><br>She sang along with Lana Del Rey on the stereo when she was interrupted by the sound of her phone. She would have ignored the ringing if she did not recognize the acronym that flashed across her dashboard. OMH. The code she had put into her phone for Old Man Harris. She pressed the button behind the wheel to accept the call.<strong> “What can I do for you, baby?”</strong> She coed over the sound of her engine.<strong> “Orchid darling, I need you to get your pretty little behind to the Gulch as soon as possible. I got several no-shows and more patrons than girls to service them.” </strong>Desdemona considered it for a moment. She hadn’t planned on going to the Gulch that night, it was her shift anyway. But she had nothing better to do…<br><br><strong>“Alright baby, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes…”</strong> She took the nearest exit and then raced back to New Harrisville Falls. Dusk had truly settled in by the time she drove up the dirt road to Old Man Harris’ brothel. She parked her car at the far end of the small lot and then made her way to the back door. She hadn’t brought any other clothes, so she just went down the stairs in the clothes she had been wearing* when Harris called her. She didn’t figure she would be wearing them very long anyway. When she made it downstairs, she noticed Dark was there. She swore underneath her breath, she hadn’t planned on fucking him that night. He could be fun in small doses, but she would hate the Gulch if she was to service him every time. Thankfully Amethyst and Indigo seemed to have captured all of his attention, so she had no trouble slipping by the three of them and sliding onto an empty bar stool next to a slightly lost-looking young man. <strong>“Well hello there baby, you’re looking mighty lonely…” </strong>She flashed him a smile and crossed her legs. <br><br><hr>* <em>see picture for her attire</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:37:36</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly another woman showed up out of nowhere. Jones had seen her in here before but they didn't had a chance to talk so far. She seemed to be walked straight to him which wasn't surprising as he was sitting alone at the bar waiting for someone to join him. "I was indeed looking for company and I must say that you're looking very good today. I'm Jones by the way. How can I call you, miss perfect maybe?" Of course he had known her, she was the daughter of the richest man in town. Jones knew that because he had been managing the family's money for several years. Being able to play with her was something he could only have dreamed of before but now it might become reality. She was looking really sexy in her jeans shorts. They fitted her body perfectly and he was eager to find out what she was wearing under that. Her black top revealed her shoulders and it left Jones thinking that she wasn't wearing a bra under it.<br><br>"Can I buy you a drink mylady?" He wanted to seem cool and not too needy that's why he offered her a drink first. It would make them stay here a little longer and it would seem like he was only considering her as an option. The truth is that Jones knew very well that there wasn't anyone else there right now and that it was ridiculous to sit at an empty bar. Miss Orchid had seen that and joined him. Thinking that waiting here would make him seem less needy was a stupid thing to do anyway but he was still thinking that way.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 07:03:57</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst being dragged by Dark to Indigo</strong><br><br>"You know I can't talk about my life outside of the Gulch, Dark and even if I could...I wouldn't. Now, you can buy me and do whatever you'd like to do to me. Tie me up, hurt me, use me however you'd like...you are extremely welcome to, but my love life is something that you're not entitled to." Dark wasn't her favorite of her Johns, but he could make her orgasm in minutes...when he allowed her to, she had learned how to control that since he'd started frequenting the place and she quite enjoyed being treated like that. Someone who actually treated her like the whore she was. She would only let herself be treated like that in this double life of hers, never in her life outside of the Gulch...although she could be so inclined if Bill was into that. <br><br>She felt herself being dragged over to where Miss Indigo was and she smiled at the woman. "He does look rather handsome tonight, doesn't he?" Amethyst was very much so attracted to Indigo and if Dark decided to have the both of them tonight, it would be their first threesome together and Amethyst would enjoy that very much. <br>Amethyst felt herself being dragged over to where Indigo was and she smiled at the other woman. She did find Miss Indigo extremely attractive and if Dark wanted both of them for the night, it would be their first threesome together and Amethyst would like that very much. Besides that, Dark paid very well to do what he wanted to the women here and Amethyst could handle just about whatever he could throw at her, she secretly loved it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 08:34:59</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Orchid fetching a couple of drinks<br></strong><br>She inclined her head and looked up at Jones. <strong>“Sure, I’d love a drink, but it seems like we’re still without a bartender…”</strong> She slipped off her barstool and walked around the counter. She poured herself a soda from the can. She wasn’t in the mood for any alcohol at the moment, the night was still young and she wanted to be prepared for whatever was to come. She looked up at Jones.<strong> “What can I get you, darling?” </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 10:51:52</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Jones looked at her as she got behind the counter to get herself a drink. "It does seem like Doc is taking the night off for a reason. We can still let you help to fulfill our needs when he's gone." He smiled at her and was almost drowning in Miss Orchid's eyes. After a second he realized that she was still waiting for an answer and he replied "You can get me a coke." For a second he thought about Ruby and how he had wanted to enjoy his evening with her here but since she still wasn't arrived it would be the heiress that could show him how good she was. "How's your night going so far?" Jones wanted a little bit of conversation first.</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 13:23:22</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Orchid with Jones</strong><br><br>Desdemona fetched Jones a coke and then handed the glass to him.<strong> "My night's been pretty uneventful so far, baby. But you are going to save me from the tedium, aren't you?" </strong>She slipped back onto the barstool besides him. She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear.<strong> "I'm not going to lie to you baby... I'm really, really horny tonight... I'm going to fuck the crap out of whoever I take upstairs..."</strong> She winked at Jones and then took a sip from her drink, only to suggestively lick her lips as she put the glass back down on the counter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 13:34:15</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br>Jones took a sip of his coke. "Thank you and yes I do hope that I can save you from that. Nothing worse than spending a sunday night bored and alone. Although I think that you'll never have to worry about spending a day alone against your will." He swallowed hard when he heard her whispering in his ear. She knew exactly what he needed. The licking of her lips and the winking only made the show more pleasant for him. He had some troubles staying calm but after a few seconds he managed to speak. "Sounds like a good deal to me." Jones wasn't used to hot ladies talk to him like and she might have noticed that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 13:45:43</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Orchid further teases Jones</strong><br><br>Desdemona was secretly amused when she saw the effects of her words. She hadn’t expected to fluster him, but it appeared that was the case nonetheless. She let her hand trail down in between his legs and grabbed his crotch, gently massaging the area underneath. Meanwhile he mouth went back to his ear, only not to talk this time. Instead she trapped his earlobe in between her lips and gently started to suckle on it. Eventually she let go off the earlobe only to whisper.<strong> “Are you in the mood for a party, baby?”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 13:55:59</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br>Jones had the intention to remain calm from now on but Desdemona wasn't making it easier for him. When her hand went between his legs massaging him he felt that it hadn't missed his effect. The weapon in his pants was growing bigger and stronger because of her. He had already figured out that she was straight to the point but he hadn't thought of her being this direct. Jones liked her approach though. Her suckling made him want her even more and he couldn't think of a time that he was hornier then now. This girl really knew how to please and entertaiin her customers. He whispered in her ear. "I think you've already found out that I'm in the mood for that." A grin came on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 11:47:18</strong>
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				<strong>Miss Orchid</strong><br><br>Desdemona knew when she had reeled in a client, and that was very much the case with Jones now. There was no point in her losing any more time, so she took the direct approach. <strong>“Want to take our drinks upstairs so we have a bit more privacy?”</strong> She glanced over at where Dark was with the two other girls. <strong>“I’ll totally make it worth your while baby…” </strong>She slipped off the bar stool and held out her hand. After Jones had slipped his fingers through hers she lead him up the nearby stairs to a vacant room.<br><br>Moved to room n°4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124065.0)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 11:58:43</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624)</em><br><br>"I love that idea, Miss Orchid." Jones noticed her glancing over to the other girls and some doubt hit him. Had she only came to him because that other guy was occupied? He seemed to be very popular and must be a regular customer Jones thought but he quickly got his focus back as Desdemona talked to him. She gave him his hand and he grabbed it eagerly and followed her to one of the empty rooms. "I have no doubt that you can do that" he replied with a grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 16:30:04</strong>
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				<strong>John Williams</strong><br>As John was driving back from a call he noticed a glow in a field, and decided to check it out.&nbsp; As he pulls up the drive in his fire truck he sees a building with a neon sign on the side.&nbsp; He pulls up to the building as the wine from his diesel engine shuts off and walks in the front door and starts looking around and notices a big a big black man standing behind a podium.&nbsp; John walks up and asks, "How are you doing tonight."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 06:25:35</strong>
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				<strong>Amethyst</strong><br><br>Amethyst decided it wasn't worth what Dark was asking for and was grateful when her cell phone rang. It was Jayden's sitter and she was a little concerned about why she would be calling this late. Frankly, it worried the hell out of her and she excused herself from Dark and Indigo's presence to head up the stairs. She was relieved to find out it was just because her son had had a nightmare and wanted to talk to his mommy. She calmed him down, told him that she loved him, and leaned back against the wall as she sang to him softly so he could fall asleep again. The sitter got back on the phone and told her that everything would be okay and not to worry about Jayden.<br><br>She started to head outside and was intrigued as she heard a familiar voice, someone she remembered from school. John was older than she, but she had always kind of thought he was cute and wondered if he would recognize her. They didn't run into each other much in town so she didn't know if he would or not. Amethyst smiled at him, just slightly, as she approached John and Bert.&nbsp; Bert did his bouncer/doorman thing, asked for the cover charge, and told him that real names were not to be used inside. She waited to see if John would actually venture inside the place or not.<br><br>This was time for customers so she turned towards John and not Bert. She liked the black man...a lot actually, but it could get both of them fired so she was waffling on the decision to continue the flirtation with him or not. She probably would have to tell him that she liked him but couldn't jeopardize her job at the Gulch. She needed a client for the night and her attention was on John. "Well hello there, Handsome. How are you doing this fine evening?" She smiled at him, it was a sweet yet seductive smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 17:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>John Williams</strong><br><br>John Turns and looks to see who is talking to him thinking that he has heard the voice before.&nbsp; As he turns he sees Vivien, she was a Sophomore when he graduated and was one of the prettiest girls in the school at that time, and things hadn't changed much, she was still as hot as ever.&nbsp; Looking her over he loved the lingerie she was wearing, and then looking down at himself who was wearing a fire department t shirt and gym shorts under his fire fighting pants.&nbsp; He looks up to her and says, "I'm fine, how are you doing tonight Miss, I don't believe I caught your Name."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 16:42:17</strong>
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				<strong>Congressman Darcy<br>Arrival</strong><br><br>(http://static.getkempt.com/photos/articles/bentley_crop.jpg)<br><br>The vintage Bentley pulled through the field, he had not been around in quite a long time and now he was a re-elected congressman, despite his questionable ties and his "Fat cat" status as an one of the largest gas giants best lawyers he had convinced enough people that he was an honest man who had passed more laws to support his district than any in the area. Not to mention his district had many powerful people within it, friends to his way of doing things. Now the congressman was speaking for the party and campaigning; it put a lot of cash in his pocket.<br><br>His eyes fell on the shack and he could not help but chuckle, this place always did hide its true intentions; perhaps even better than he did? He made a point of parking around back so no one could see the vehicle, hidden in the dark he slipped free from his vehicle, his hair was slicked back, a little stubble on his face played him like the common man and he had a great smile, his biggest weakness was what the media called a predatory gaze. It made him appear aggressive and though it worked in his district many pundits felt that despite his recent celebrity he would never make it to Senate or hold the position of speaker.<br><br>He made it through the doors quick enough and with that tantalizing half smile he asked one of the girls for a drink, with that John made his way to a seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 17:51:33</strong>
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				-Amethyst-<br>She smiled at John and could tell that he did recognize her, that made her happier than it shou.d have. "You can call me Amethyst. What should I call you, sugar?" She stepped closer to him and grinned. In her real life, the amount of cleavage that was on display would have been a bit inappropriate since she managed a daycare, but here in the Gulch…her breasts on the verge of popping out was commonplace and she rather liked playing the part of the shameless whore. "What do you say we head on in, want something to drink?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 18:51:22</strong>
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				<strong>John</strong><br>"You can call me Jack."&nbsp; He was happy that she was showing interest in him, he had secretly had a crush on her in his senior year and almost asked her out to his senior prom before his dad died.&nbsp; He looked down at at her chest and loved the view he was receiving.&nbsp; he looked back up and said, "Sure, lets go get a drink, lead the way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 20:05:02</strong>
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				-Amethyst-<br>She smiled as he agreed to come inside with her, Amethyst grabbed his hand and led him down to the lounge. "So, Jack. Pick your poison, what can I get you?" She got behind the bar, poured a drink for the Congressman and handed it to a girl to take to him. She had entertained Darcy more than a few times and she liked it but he was in close contact with her grandfather. He was and had been in the Senate for quite some time and Amethyst knew her secret was safe with Darcy. If he exposed her to her very powerful grandfather then he would have to explain why he had been here. Her attention turned back to Jack and she smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 20:08:31</strong>
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				<strong>John</strong><br>Looking at the selection of the Alcohol behind the counter and decided to just go with a beer, he did have to get the truck back to the station tonight.&nbsp; "I'll just have a beer, still have to get the truck back tonight, not till later though."&nbsp; "So tell me what is the naughtiest thing you have ever done here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 23:16:53</strong>
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				-Amethyst-<br>Amethyst looked at the offerings of beer that they had and figured that Jack was a homegrown kinda guy so she grabbed him a bottle of Budweiser. She grinned a little while she slid it over to him, oondering his question and pouring herself a glass of bourbon. She came back around to where he was and stepped even closer to him than before. "Hmm, the naughtiest thing? I have done many things within these walls, but the one that stands out is a, I guess you'd call it an orgy…there were six people involved." She remembered that night well, had made a lot of money. "What's your most desired fantasy, Jack?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 04:09:07</strong>
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				<strong>John</strong><br>Taking the beer and taking a drink, he thought it over.&nbsp; &nbsp; Finally he said, "I guess it would be to "rescue" someone and then have sex with them on the rig."&nbsp; Taking another drink of his beer he looks at the rest of the place and sees that while it looks bad on the outside it is very well kept on the inside.&nbsp; Turning back to Amethyst he says, "So, what do you have planed for tonight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 17:29:09</strong>
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				-Amethyst-<br>She smiled as she heard this fantasy of his. "Well, that is a very nice fantasy and it does sound rather fun." Amethyst moved to where she was basically in his lap and looked at him over the rim of her glass while she took a sip. "Well, my plans would be whatever you want to do. What would you like to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Firefighter8346</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 19:22:30</strong>
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				<strong>John</strong><br>John watched as she moved almost in to his lap and then looked at her and said, "I think we have a bit too many clothes on to be continuing this conversation, don't you?&nbsp; Why don't we go somewhere less public?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 19:04:10</strong>
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				-Amethyst-<br>She smiled and slipped from his lap. "That is a splendid idea, baby." Amethyst reached for his hand and led him up to a private room. She was going to make sure he enjoyed himself and he looked like he was more than well and able to make her enjoy herself.<br>-to Room 3-
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 17:54:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.msg6296380#msg6296380">Quote from: Elias on 18-05-2012, 16:42:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Congressman Darcy<br>Arrival</strong><br><br>(http://static.getkempt.com/photos/articles/bentley_crop.jpg)<br><br>The vintage Bentley pulled through the field, he had not been around in quite a long time and now he was a re-elected congressman, despite his questionable ties and his "Fat cat" status as an one of the largest gas giants best lawyers he had convinced enough people that he was an honest man who had passed more laws to support his district than any in the area. Not to mention his district had many powerful people within it, friends to his way of doing things. Now the congressman was speaking for the party and campaigning; it put a lot of cash in his pocket.<br><br>His eyes fell on the shack and he could not help but chuckle, this place always did hide its true intentions; perhaps even better than he did? He made a point of parking around back so no one could see the vehicle, hidden in the dark he slipped free from his vehicle, his hair was slicked back, a little stubble on his face played him like the common man and he had a great smile, his biggest weakness was what the media called a predatory gaze. It made him appear aggressive and though it worked in his district many pundits felt that despite his recent celebrity he would never make it to Senate or hold the position of speaker.<br><br>He made it through the doors quick enough and with that tantalizing half smile he asked one of the girls for a drink, with that John made his way to a seat.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>Blossom, approaching Darcy</strong><br><br>Kelly (http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liyl3cNns61qamgijo1_500.jpg) walked slowly out of the employee lounge and into the main room, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She hadn't gotten to talk to many of her coworkers, but she wondered what their reasons were for working at the Gulch. She couldn't imagine that any of them were here purely for fun or enjoyment, because she certainly was not. Her boyfriend, Xin, was the one who convinced her to work here so he could play out his cuckold fantasies in real life. Her first and only relationship, she had given herself completely to him, but now he wanted her to do the same for any stranger who walked in the door of the brothel. She felt scared and mostly betrayed, but Kelly eventually agreed to try it. Now, she was in the waiting room and approaching a customer. She wondered what kind of man would be the second to take her.<br><br>His back was turned when Kelly approached him, and she had no idea how to approach him. She could still turn away if she wanted to, but Xin would probably send her right back or kick her out, and then she would have nothing at all. Mustering up all her courage, Kelly rested one slender hand on his shoulder, and greeted him with a timid and gentle hello.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 18:22:07</strong>
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				<strong>Darcy speaking to Kelly,</strong><br><br>He spun on his chair so they came face to face. That congressman's smile greeted her, clearly he couldn't turn off his demeanor while on the campaign trail. "Well hello little lady," His eyes moved up and down her, slowly rising from his seat he moved intimately close to her, pressing one hand against&nbsp; her lower spine before offering his hand, "Names John Darcy, its a pleasure."<br><br>His eyes gave her another look,&nbsp; he focused on her breasts and legs than her face, she was very pretty and an innocence so few girls could attain in a place like this, plus he had a talent for reading people, "You new here by chance?" That half grin formed on his lips and he nearly laugh but he didn't want to scare her off. "Come have a drink with me. I think I can help you to relax."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 19:17:55</strong>
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				<strong>Blossom</strong><br><br>"B-Blossom. It's my favorite flower." She stammered, surprised by his forwardness. No other man had ever touched her like that, and her instinct was to shy away. The only thing that kept her body in his grasp was her mind, constantly preventing herself from running away. He looked familiar, but she didn't dare wonder about his identity- it took all her mental power just to keep herself from turning tail and running as far away as she could. <br><br>"Can you tell?" Kelly replied, her voice with a tint of embarrassment. Her day job was being a masseuse, so it wasn't that she was afraid of touching men. It was only strange to be touched so intimately, by someone other than her boyfriend. She followed John without a complaint; she would need a few drinks if she was ever going to go through with this. With the way he undressed her with his eyes, Kelly was pretty sure he didn't just want a drinking companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 19:28:20</strong>
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				"Kelly? What a lovely name," He ordered a few drinks from one of the cute little things passing by, he wasn't very particular he just liked the loosening effect of liquor. <br><br>"Can you tell?"<br><br>"I am afraid so my dear." He placed her glass within her hands and smiled, "So tell me Kelly, what brought you hear of all places? Excitement? Money? Are you a nymphomaniac by chance?" That smile formed again and he chuckled as if his words held no value and he was just making conversation. Sipping his drink he watched her subtle little movements, how she moved her legs, how her breasts sway and just how red she would get as he teased her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 21:40:39</strong>
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				<strong>Blossom</strong><br><br>"I'm here for somebody.." Blossom replied, her embarrassment rushing into her face in full force. She made no attempt to cover it up, but she was acutely aware of the man's gaze. Nobody but her boyfriend had ever looked at her that way before, and she could already feel the lust in him. When would he make his move? Or would he keep her in this embarrassing torment for even longer?<br><br>"Why are you here?" She countered, though most people only came to the Gulch for one reason. The man in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Kelly briefly wondered if he had been one of her clients at the spa before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 22:03:01</strong>
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				"Why am I here?" He holds up the beer, "The Gulch makes the best..." He checks the label, "Heineken. In the state." He said laughing at his own sense of humor while his hand moved up and under her skirt rubbing her inner thigh. "This person, he must really matter for you to come to a place like this, but I suppose ill thank them. You're very pretty."<br><br>His leg slipped between her thighs pushing them open for easier access. "Wanna bring me to one of the private places to continue this little conversation?" His hands continued to travel over her, in a relaxed enjoyable fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>aya</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 22:23:33</strong>
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				<strong>Blossom, about to experience her first client.</strong><br><br>Kelly watched the man joke about the beer, knowing full well that he wasn't serious. He seemed to get a kick out of it, but she couldn't help but feel impossibly awkward. After all, she was about to let a stranger do anything he wanted to her. She had only ever been with her boyfriend. Nothing in the world would have made her laugh right then. <br><br>A tingle went up her spine as he slipped his hands between her thighs, dangerously close to her pussy, and spread them open. She looked around, and stood up. Kelly wanted to get this over with before she lost her nerve. Leading the man to room #1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124062.msg5998090#new), she sat on the edge of the bed after the door closed. Hidden in various places around the room were cameras, as her boyfriend had requested. He would be able to see everything, as his girlfriend was fucked by a stranger, from every position and angle.<br><br>"I'm still.. very new at <em>this</em>." Kelly whispered, referring to sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Brothel IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 22:42:21</strong>
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				(Moved to room 1)
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