Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison & KieraJade))
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				Title: <strong>Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>23-06-2019, 04:37:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>When the Uber Black Lexus pulled up to the curb, Anissa laced her fingers through Becky’s and led the brunette out of the restaurant doors. The crisp October air tugged at her loose blonde tresses, tossing them around her head and her sunglasses, but Nissa paid it barely any mind. Her head was hours into the future, concentrating on getting her and her girlfriend into the car so they could get back into the office and prepare for a meeting that could potentially change their lives. <br><br>The two had worked side by side for what seemed like forever, building a company and their brand, Naughty Otter Media, from the ground up. After meeting in college, sharing an affinity for video games and the business, but finding the other brands lacking, the girls struck out on their own the minute their graduation caps came down from the air. They’d already dated for a year – why not start a business together? <br><br>Settling in Chicago was another choice they’d made together. The city offered the atmosphere they were looking for, the infrastructure and inclusivity they craved, and the travel options that were necessary. With Anissa’s smart business sense, and Becky’s brilliance behind the keyboard and coding, they were bound to make it. Naughty Otter grew with the times. They focused on LGBTQ and feminist issues, had an emphasis on consent and equal representation, even taking a few educational roles in the gaming community. They won awards for independent games, from the LBGTQ community and organizations, and garnered the girls praise that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the big gaming companies for long. <br><br>They made the curb just in time for the Lexus to come to a full stop and Nissa opened the door for Becky, ushering her beautiful girlfriend into the car with a sweet little smack on her bottom. The small squeak could be heard as the blonde shut the door and moved confidently around the vehicle to the other side, where the driver had finally gotten out to open it. She gave him a smile and a ‘thank you’ before tucking her black Prada purse against her waist and slipping into the leather seat, letting the driver shut the door behind her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Automatically, Nissa reached over for Becky’s hand. The two held hands whenever they could – especially on big days. The touch was comforting for both. Even Nissa, who didn’t always show it the best that she needed the woman in her life. Tipping her sunglasses up to the top of her head, she settled into the seat, and turned her chocolate-colored eyes to her companion. “Thank you for lunch, baby. That was a really good idea to get out of the office before our meeting this afternoon.” <br><br>Becky looked over at the blonde with a soft smile, only pulling her hand away in order to clean her glasses on her vintage She-Ra shirt before sliding them back up her nose. "Thanks for listening to me worry all through lunch. I didn't want to have a panic attack and pass out under my desk." she added with a sheepish smile. <br><br>“Which is exactly why we went where we did,” Nissa replied. “Harvey’s is private and their salads are delicious…” She rubbed her stomach when she spoke, turning her head to grin at Becky as the driver pulled into traffic. “But you’re going to be fine. You know your product, you know the company.” Her smile widened then. “Aaannnnddd, you’re finally going to get to meet big daddy Mateo…. How doesn’t that feel??”<br><br>Rebecca blanched, her pale gray green eyes flashing nervously to see if the driver was watching them in the rearview mirror. He wasn't. "Nissa!" She hissed, sounding mildly scandalized. "Not in front of the driver." It was clear from the soft red blossoming on her cheeks and throat exactly how the brunette felt about their current and future plans.<br><br>Oh, taunting the sweet, curvy woman that rode beside her was one of Nissa’s favorite past-times. Mostly because the explosions of pleasure that it caused when they could be alone were of epic proportions. She chuckled softly and leaned over, her lips grazing Becky’s ear softly. “You’d rather I tease you about wanting to be on your knees for a tall, dark, salt-and-pepper handsome man, in private then, hmm?” She whispered. “Where no one can see your beautiful eyes get dark with need? Or hear those sweet little gasps I know come from your lips??”<br><br>The response was immediate. Instantly everything felt like it was tightening up for Becky. Her body went rigid with embarrassment at the same time the unmistakable clamping of arousal made her sex tighten with the taunting idea. Her girlfriend knew her far too well and was rather ruthless in her chosen times to remind her of this. "Nis.. I'm serious! This is not fair. I should have never told you that... that... " she lowered her voice to a whisper "…I think he's hot." The heated breath danced it's way across her neck with a familiarity that never failed to send a wave of goosebumps over her soft milky skin. She turned towards her partner and hid her face in her smooth golden tresses and whimpered. "You... you know what it does to me." Still, admitting it gave her a little lewd thrill.<br><br>The car slowed as they pulled up to Naughty Otter’s headquarters. Nissa tilted her chin up with a grin so she could kiss Becky’s forehead. “I absolutely know what it does. And I love it. And if you want, we’ll continue the conversation upstairs.” She promised, just as the oblivious driver got out and opened Becky’s door. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>23-06-2019, 07:38:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>&nbsp; The pair climbed out of the car with a small “thank you” strangled by nerves. Their building housed a number of offices and theirs was one of the larger suites perched atop the second floor. <br><br>“Afternoon, Coby.” Rebecca said politely to their front desk security guard who smiled and waved, earbuds firmly in place. <br><br>The entrance to their office was a simple wood backboard that looked like it had been scrubbed one too many times with “Naughty Otter” backlit tastefully. The door chimed happily as they scanned their badges and entered. <br><br>Inside, wrapped in floor to ceiling windows lived and breathed their small magnum opus. A few employees zoomed between the sparse meeting rooms on little scooters, while others sat at the tables laid out in the kitchen chatting away happily over coffee or tea. All around them were the team they had hand-picked to help them build their dreams and it was thanks to them that they had achieved so much in such a startlingly short amount of time.<br><br>The girls picked their way through clusters of desks cheerily adorned with everything from family photos, to ball gags and more than a few action figures and Funko Pop figurines. It was a fun place, even with all the stresses of running it and guiding this crew through the choppy waters of the adult game industry. <br><br>Their progress to the singular office they shared was delayed by stopping to chat with an engineer and an animator respectively until at last they had shut the door behind them. <br><br>“Nis, what time is he getting here again?” Becky asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. <br><br>While she didn’t face her fears with the squared shoulders and confident smirk as her beloved partner, one thing could be said for the bespectacled brunette now sinking down into her office chair. She never ran away from them either.<br><br>Making the trek from the door of their building to the office was always a welcome routine for Nissa. The sights and sounds of what they had built out of an idea cooked up in their conjoined dorm rooms never failed to fill her with pride and put a smile on her face as she followed Becky through the winding path of booths and tables and scooters, lunch bars, sack chairs, tall desks, and the random pleasantries tossed their way by the employees. <br><br>It was company culture to always stop and talk too. No matter how long or short. Kyle had to show her pictures of his new fur baby. Aimee was having trouble getting in contact with a vendor. Nissa made a note on her phone, then followed Becky into their joint office that took up the back corner of the floor, promising to follow up. She plucked her bag from her shoulder and set her phone on the charger, tugging off her light green jacket to reveal the cream-colored silk short-sleeved blouse beneath it. “The meeting is set for 2 p.m., so we have about an hour.” She said, leaning a hip against Becky’s desk and crossing her arms under her ample bosom. A grin lifted one side of her plump lips. “Excited to see what he has to offer??”<br><br>Becky fidgeted in her worn blue jeans looking up into that lovely painted face that wore what would appear a casual smile to almost anyone but her. There was that taunting flicker in those eyes as she asked about the offer. <br><br>"Yeah, but I'm also a bit worried. He doesn't exactly have the best reputation, ya know?"<br><br>Sliding around the edge of the desk, Nissa moved so she was closer to Becky. She pushed the keyboards back on her desk so she could slide her black-pant clad ass onto the desk directly in front of Becky. Spreading her legs, she braced her palms on the edge of the desk and leaned forward. Her face dropped a bit more serious - she was listening to her partner in life. But those eyes still held mischief.<br><br>"No, but that's why we are taking this initial meeting. We're not signing anything yet, Otter. We'd be fools to not at least hear about this opportunity." Shrugging a bit, she continued. "But if its an opportunity that is too risky, we can walk away."<br><br>Her pet name when uttered on the lush lips of Nissa never failed to fetch an instant response from her girlfriend and business partner. It was reassuring in a way.&nbsp; But not enough to keep her timid eyes flicking to the door to see if anyone was passing by the frosted glass as she slid back to make room on her desk.<br><br>"I'll be interesting at least, but I'm glad we're not chaining ourselves down to anything. I know you'd not let that happen. I had Valerie order some of those fancy meat and cheese plates from the deli down the street you like. Since I wasn't sure how long the meeting would last."&nbsp; Becky was no less protective of their creation than the blonde but it was always easier to let Nissa do the battling.<br><br>Nissa grinned full on then. "You always think of the details, and I love that about you. And you can chain me down anytime, you know that" she finished with a playful wink. "It could be a few hours. Depends on what they want to discuss in detail today." <br><br>The phone went off in the background, but Nissa ignored it. Her eyes were full on Becky, eyebrows raising over their chocolate depths a bit. "Is there anything else you can think of though, that we need? Or that you need?"<br><br>No matter the number of years they had been together it was impossible for Becky not to blush when Nissa's eyes took on that intense soul-searching stare. She felt her lips instinctually twitch. <br><br>"I... think I'm okay. How.. how about a good luck kiss?"&nbsp; &nbsp;The brunette asked softly.<br><br>"Well, I'm not gonna say no to that..." Nissa murmured out, raising a hand and crooking a finger at the brunette, beckoning her forward. When the girls were within reach of each other, Nissa bent down, slowly sliding her lips across Becky's in a tender, meaningful, and easily passionate kiss. Her tongue licked out slowly along the brunette's plump lower lip, sucking it between her teeth playfully for a moment as her hand reached forward. Her fingers first started on Becky's shoulder, simply to touch her during the soft embrace. But they soon trailed further south, smoothing over the t-shirt covered breasts she knew were encased in that delicious nude-colored bra she'd bought her girl a few months prior.<br><br>The softest of whimpers, breathless and needy trembled from Becky as she felt the teeth grazing her bottom lip. Large round nipples hardened almost before Nissa's knowing fingers pressed into her heavy chest sinking into the fabric and yielding flesh.<br><br>"Niss..." she said heavily as if her girlfriend had stolen the very air from her lungs. "We've... got work to do."<br><br>Hearing her name from Becky's lips was always something that sent a jolt through Anissa. It never failed to empower her. Swiftly, her other hand slid behind the brunette's neck, tugging her forward, prompting her to stand from the chair, even as she claimed those delicious lips again and her fingers teased over turgid nipples. "Plenty of time..." was all she managed to murmur out before the kiss overtook their mouths again. She desired Becky between her legs, pressed against her body, curves giving and taking at the same time. Work called, sure, but so did soothing and energizing her girlfriend.<br><br>Answering the wordless summons, and glasses slightly askew, Becky found her thighs nestled comfortably between Anissa's and her hands coiling around the small of her back, getting momentarily lost in their kiss. Plenty of time she thought as her tongue teased and the other challenged hers. Something about the way she felt, practically melted into Nissa had always made the shy girl feel comfortable. Feel utterly at home. <br><br>"Beck... what should we do with this artisanal cheese and fruit plate for the meeting?"&nbsp; Came the voice of Liz, their assistant as her knock made her jump. <br><br>"Oh! You can put it in the big meeting room fridge!" She managed to squeak out, her pale green beginning to darken with lust but still wide with nerves.<br><br>Laughing softly, Nissa licked her lips and gave Becky's hips a reassuring squeeze. "C'mon. Let's get freshened up and we'll go over some of our questions. The really fun stuff can wait for later. Think we could get a better deal if we offer to let him watch??" She said, winking playfully and shifting off the desk with a little giggle.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>23-06-2019, 17:45:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Mateo Lucas ... Not the name people wanted to hear in the recent year within the gaming industry. Currently the CEO of Abyss World Inc. However, that seat of power did not come cheap. He had to sever far too many connections to get where he was. Exposing a fellow employee to the whole world. Not that he did it in a gallant or valiant fashion. No, he pretty much ruined his competitor's career, and was blamed of exposing a little more than personal corruption. Many of his peers were impacted by what he did. Not to mention a few secrets were unveiled to the gaming community. He sold out his reputation to sit on that chair. But it meant he'd walk the rest of this path alone. After all, he wasn't seeking redemption for what he did. He'd betray himself if he did.<br><br>These were all thoughts that swirled in his mind as he buttoned up his shirt, and put on his cufflinks. As he stood over the mirror, staring into the man he'd become, and the path that lead to where he is now. Because of what he did, his recent project, one where he poured countless resources into, bombed so hard that he had to rethink his entire strategy for the coming year. Critics turned ravenous when he show cased his newest project, tearing it apart one item after the other. This wasn't the price he had to pay for what he did, not in his eyes. They wanted it to be ... but he wasn't selling. All he had to do was humble himself enough to try something new and different.<br><br>His reflection on the mirror was as determined as he was. Standing tall in a perfectly hand sewed suit, a bold depth of black with a somber white shirt underneath. His own six foot height stood confidently with one hand tucked into his pocket. He was ready for his appointment. An appointment that could win him this cold war the rest of his peers waged on him. Checking the time on his silver plated wrist watch, its was still 1:35 pm. He wanted to leave an impression so he decided to beat the traffic and reach their office on time.<br><br>He picked up the phone and dialed his personal assistant's cell. There was one final preparation he needed to do. "Wilson, prepare the assets and send them to me by e-mail. Yeah I won't be in the office until later." Mateo clicked off his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. He was supposed to pick up the necessary assets to present his project to his new potential partners himself. But he ran a little late with prior engagements before he returned home and prepared himself for the meeting.<br><br>Naughty Otter. As much as they were the talk of the industry after their latest game, Mateo spent the past few days reading up on them. Projects, management and resources. A simple indie studio compared to his triple A behemoth corporation. Yet they took the recent events by a storm, praised and paraded as the ground breaking pioneers in gaming development. Was he jealous? No, he was frustrated. His own games were good, put people teared them down for who he was. He played some of their games himself. They were good, entertaining, but they were too on the nose when it comes to their goody-goody message. Sure a game should be inclusive, but Mateo always preferred those aspects to be subtle and perceived by the player rather than being shoved into their face. Or maybe he read a little too much into their games.<br><br>Regardless, they were a capable studio. Interestingly though, they were lead by two female figures. When he made the appointment with them a few days past, he felt the two of them were managing the company. It wasn't one above the other. It was always easier to deal with one person, but two? Considering how quick they made it into the industry's hall of fame? Things may not be as easy or traditional.<br><br>Mateo picked up his work's tablet and made his way down from his penthouse to the front gate, his Pearl white Audi ready for him. As he slipped into the driver's seat, he pulled up his phone and highlighted the location of their office. He let his own customized cruise guide voice announce the beginning of this trip. He paid one of the voice actresses a hefty bonus to have her services used across his company, and included in his phone as a cruise guide. Her voice was spectacular, which made her voice acting so superb that he had to offer her this expanded chance.<br><br>As he neared their location, he ran his idea through his mind one last time. To salvage his project, he needed to strike a deal with them, so they'd add their own touch to his own open world project. While no details were discussed so far, aside from a simple open opportunity to create a joint project where their talents and resources are poured into it, he still had to be sure that he doesn't scare them off. He was lucky they actually humored his offer. Anyone else was more than happy to cut ties with him than even listen to what he had to offer. Was he desperate? He'd better not look like it, or this whole deal is doomed against his favor.<br><br>When he pulled into the parking lot, his astonishment grew even more. They were a single story studio, and they made that grand of a success? Compared to his own five stories headquarters ... What would it be like on the inside?&nbsp; Turning off the engine, he picked up both his phone and tablet and slipped out of the car, straightening his jacket, he made his way towards the front gate. "Mateo Lucas, I'm here for Naughty Otter." The security guard regarded him with a quick look and nodded and pointed towards the elevator to the left, "Right this way sir, second floor." Mateo nodded and made his way to the elevator.<br><br>The metallic doors slowly opened up to what he only can describe as modest and passionate. Someone who loved what they did but did not go overboard with it. The backboard with the logo. A star difference from his own company which was a pitch black building from the outside, true to the name of their brand, and the inside, marbled floors and metallic clading plated doors. Even the entrance was a huge lobby that had its ceiling stretch up to the top floor. You'd think you're in a abyss if it wasn't for the grand space above rather than downwards. But those were ... semantics if anyone worried about them.<br><br>Mateo slowly approached their own security guard. One hand remained tucked in his pants, while the other clutched his leather garbed tablet, "Mateo Lucas, I've got an appointment with Miss. Lepage and Miss Warren." The guard smiled, "Hang on one second, please." and he picked a phone hanging on the wall next to him, quickly dialing a short extension number, "Yeah, hi Liz. I have a Mr. Lucas here. Yeah yeah, Alright." He put down the head piece and smiled at Mateo, "Liz will be here shortly to escort you, sir." Mateo nodded and didn't have to wait for too long which made him think this place wasn't too big. The lady came out the door and greeted him, "Mr, Lucas. Hi! It is so nice to finally meet you, Let me escort you to the meeting room." She was a rather bundle of joy the way she smiled.<br><br>"Thank you, Liz. Lead the way." They walked past the threshold, into the world where Naughty Otter was more than just a name or a records breaking game. Now he was in the heart of it all. And though he wasn't averse to stare at the woman's back whose escorting him, he also could not sate his curiosity unless he eyed everything around him on the way to the meeting room. Everything was simple. The desks, the computers. They knew how to be efficient, but how does that compare to his own world? Everyone there seemed to have a friendly spirit. Not a bad atmosphere. Abyss wasn't a gloomy world by any comparison, but everyone was more occupied with their work there.<br><br>There was also the prominent presence of so many figurines and novelty items. Unlike his own company, where merchandise of their own brands were littered everywhere from small figurines, to life sized sculptures or floor to ceiling posters. This place felt relaxed, while his was a meticulous web of professional designs and atmosphere. Pursing his lips, as he couldn't help but judge and compare anything he'd seen. He lost so many awards this year, compared to this? Its not like he thought little of what they did, but everything he did should be magnified by a ten times scale. There's more secrets around here than he could see, and perhaps, just perhaps this meeting could be his entrance to those secrets.<br><br>They finally made it to the meeting room, and Liz, in her jolly demeanor, stood by the door when he walked in, "Nissa and Becky will be with you shortly. Make yourself comfortable." And she closed the door, leaving Mateo smirking. They even have such a friendly relationship with their team that they used pet names or some such? While he wasn't too strict since everyone can call him Mateo at his own Abyss. He'd still wouldn't be that friendly with everyone, even if he substituted for a motion capture session, or went to an after event party. There were lines that shouldn't be crossed, he thought. Otherwise, he'd be sated in his grunt-level work.<br><br>As he waited, he didn't sit down, rather, paced around in slow steps, running over his ideas, and how exactly to present them now that he had a glimpse of what their studio looked like. He could easily adapt depending on how the ladies played with him. After all, this is just another game of conquest.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>03-07-2019, 16:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Anissa would never tire of Becky’s kisses. Of her soft, reassuring hugs, her gentle squeezes, the little hand-holds that simply let her know she was there and around. In the past, they’d been Nissa’s lifeline to stability, and the gateway to many more lustful touches and sounds with the woman. Now, the woman inspired strength and confidence in Nissa to step out of her comfort zone of Naughty Otter, and into the proverbial ring with a known big-leaguer like Mateo Lucas. <br><br>After moving back to her own desk, Nissa checked in with Liz, making sure the meeting room was prepped. While she wasn’t interested in changing her company’s image to fit some Wall-Street-business mold type gamer studio that she was sure Mr. Lucas was used to, she was not about to have their place look sloppy. <br><br>Even as she was on a phone call about a hiring issue in their logistics group, Nissa was informed the moment Mateo Lucas entered their building. She was someone who believed in treating all employees well, equally, and found that was one of the best ways to keep up with the information necessary to run a growing company with limitless potential. Where Becky excelled at the coding and computer aspect in the gaming world, Nissa was just as talented on the business end of things. The alert on her phone disappeared and she quickly began to wrap up the phone call, asking for a group meeting to be scheduled later in the week to continue the discussion and come to a consensus. <br><br>As if on cue, Liz’s lithe form walked hurriedly past her office to go collect the CEO of Abyss World, Inc. Nissa sent a quick text back to the security desk and answered one more email before standing and moving to where a small closet was tucked into the shared corner of her and Becky’s office. She opened it to reveal the floor-length mirror on the inside and immediately began adjusting her outfit and touching up her makeup. The sounds of Becky’s fingers on the keyboard helped keep her calm, silencing any butterflies in her stomach. <br><br>She was back to her desk and setting out the hard-copy papers she would want in her folder when Liz slipped back into the office with a soft knock. “Mr. Lucas is here to see you guys!” She said, almost excitedly. The dark-haired assistants high and pin-straight ponytail almost bounced with her nervous excitement. “I’ve put him in the boardroom for the meeting, just as requested. Also, he is MUCH cuter in person!” <br><br>Nissa laughed softly, grinning up at the assistant. “Excellent news, Liz. Thank you,” she said with a wink and then began gathering her notepad, iPad, and documents. “Why don’t you follow us in, and while we make the introductions, you can set out all the drinks and treats?” She moved around the desk and waited for Becky to join her before leading the ladies out of their office and down the hallway, crossing over to the official meeting room at Naughty Otter. <br><br>Although most of their astetic was laid-back and relaxed business casual, the meeting space was built with a bit higher-level eye. The matte black table was long, wide, and stretched the length of the room. Power outlets were hidden in compartments that popped up throughout the middle of it, and chairs that mimicked the professional gamer-chair look lined the outside. More straight-back chairs sat along one edge of the room, with the opposite end wall being filled with wipe-boards that could be moved to reveal large digital screens. Another long wall held windows to the outside, with blinds that could adjust to the amount of natural light needed in the room, and the other wall was coated sound-proof frosted glass, along with the doorway. It was colored in grays and deep greens, giving a calming effect, but also neutral tones that could blend into the background of any conversation happening within the space.&nbsp; <br><br>Nissa entered first through the doorway, her bright eyes immediately searching the room and finding Mateo Lucas. Liz was right – the man was more handsome in person. Domineering, confident, and every bit of him exuded business. She knew his background. It had been one of the first things she had researched when the opportunity to meet with the head of Abyss came up. She also knew the man was cut-throat and knowledgeable. <br><br>None of her perceptions though about him showed on her face as she set her arm-load down and approached the suited man in her boardroom. Nissa extended a hand, the smile on her face welcoming and open. “Mr. Lucas, hi. I’m Anissa LePage. Thank you for making your way here for the meeting.” She was careful not to give anything away in her greeting, and shook his hand with ease, no matter the strength of his grip. “I know you’ve met Liz already, but this is my partner, Becky Warren.” She let go of the man’s hand and turned to introduce the others in the room, taking charge as was her usual role.<br><br>Liz scooted quietly around the other side of the table and made herself busy setting out waters and the platters of snacked goods she and Becky had picked out for the meeting. Becky, who Nissa was smiling at, stepped up then, to greet Mateo Lucas. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>05-07-2019, 06:38:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>It was perhaps lucky that Becky had her laptop firmly gripped in both hands, held in front of her like a wide-eyed freshman walking into her first class because her nerves had gotten the better of her and the cold metal of her MacBook pro gave her something steady to grip. How was this possibly more terror inducing than getting up on stage at PAX West to talk on a panel about the future of sex games? It was one damn person. Not a person, exactly, but the persona that made her nimble digits tremble. <br><br>He was revealed to her the moment Nissa stepped aside, her long golden hair having kept him hidden like a glorious curtain and then she realized he was every bit of his image she had expected and feared he would be. Doubled and timed by about a hundred million.<br><br>Now, Becky had always favored women partners when it came to romance and sexuality, that she had never been shy about, but occasionally she would spot a man that hit that dirty little guilty pleasure itch and right now, the man reaching out to take her hand was the perfect avatar. <br><br>The crisp lines of his hand-tailored suit fit perfectly on his broad shoulders. The polished surface of his extremely expensive watch glittered in the lights overhead as he extended his hand. From this close a range she could smell his designer cologne mixed with that strange and somewhat illusive maleness that was unique to this caliber of the sex. <br><br>Eye contact was sometimes the hardest thing for Rebecca and right now she had nowhere to hide. The moment she felt her small hand dwarfed in his grip she managed to pull her pale green eyes up. <br><br>“Hi, I’m Becky.” She said, a nervous smile before awkwardly adding “Course, Nissaaaiii I mean Anissa already said that, didn’t she? Ha ha… ha” <br><br><em>“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I made a mistake. Punish me! I deserve to be put over your knee and...” </em>Came a voice in the back of her head. <br><br><em>“Shut up, brain! Shut up, brain! Shut up, shut up, shut UP!”</em>&nbsp; She hissed back at the voice internally, feeling the red flush her round cheeks under her glasses. <br><br>His grip was tight, no doubt a skill he mastered through many a greeting and business deal, but it was just as imposing and strangely alluring as the salt and pepper neatly trimmed beard on his chiseled features and the flecks of gray at his temples. Even his hair and the closeness of his shave left her knees buckling as if they already knew how eager she was to be on her knees before him. <br><br>In no time flat, she was sitting at the table, the back of her sticker covered laptop flicked up and she busied herself trying to plug it into the power outlets on the table trying to hid behind the dark brown sheet of her hair. It wasn’t particularly difficult to catch her girlfriend's extremely amused eye over the computer screen and she could have groaned in embarrassment. No doubt, no doubt whatsoever that the taunting and teasing Nissa had in store for her would be adding copious insult to injury. <br><br>Desperate for a distraction, well, more like salvation from the mental images and fresh embarrassment, Becky pulled up a fresh Google doc, set her office Discord to offline and prepared to take notes and leave all the driving to Nissa. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>05-07-2019, 19:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Success is an elusive concept. Even if talent, impulsive creativity or endless resources were readily available, success could remain a mirage. This is what he started to consider when he paced around the long table of his host's boardroom. This is the studio headspearing the competition right now. Impressive big a role did luck play to put them where they are? No, luck probably was the launch pad for their projects. Somehow, Mateo was more intrigued by that X factor they had, than striking a deal with them. There must be something he could harvest out of them, if not all of what they had.<br><br>But he didn't have to ponder too long when he heard the door open up, and as he turned from the windows that overlooked the street, his eyes fell on quite the sight. A blonde, a stunner, walked through the door with a handful of papers. His eyes locked on her, seizing her in his sight. She was beautiful, but more so was all of her. She was a shapely lady with quite the figure that his eyes wandered over, but everytime he reached her waist, he forced his eyes back up to meet her gaze. Last thing the CEO wanted was to tarnish his own public image. Though it was surprising, considering non of his products ever featured any close resemblance to what he was observing right now.<br><br>When she approached, and officially introduced herself, Mateo already had one hand extended, the other almost instinctively reached behind his back. One might recognize this habit if they ever watched any of his public appearances. What no one knew was how this habit came to be. Something had to keep both his hands busy, otherwise, he himself become too fidgety ... or too possessive with his holds. His hands always itched to keep hold ... of anything. This is why Abyss was more primed for consoles than PC, and as much flak as they get for that, considering their PC ports were always under criticism, he still remain faithful to the consoles scene.<br><br>"A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Lepage." He did his due research and knew non of the owners of this studio were formally entangled in any social capacity. But as he felt her own firm grip, he wondered exactly what she meant when she introduced her partner. Why did that sound intriguing when it could easily imply that they're simply business partners. Unfounded questions that soon became clear when the blonde stepped aside, and there she was, the brunette.<br><br>Just as beautiful, but unlike Anissa, she was wrapped around herself. No wonder he just noticed her. The contrast between their presence was obvious. He could see Anissa as more domineering. Becky however, he already felt it ... She's not one to hold the reins, not from where he observed right now. Her handshake was timid, and when her eyes travelled up from their hands to his eyes, she couldn't escape his silent predatory gaze. She was just as curvy as her partner, and her mousy demeanour would not hide how much she wanted more than just a handshake. He squeezed her hand firmly and answered in the same level of dapper as he answered Anissa, "Pleasure to meet yo, Becky."<br><br>He didn't comment on how nervously she blurted those words, and even dignified her with stifling the smirk that wanted to creep around the corner of her lips. It could bet he fact that they're in possibility of striking a deal with a grand incorporation, but no time to dawdle on these thoughts, because if he did, his eyes will wander, and that hand behind his back will begin to crave something to fill the space between its fingers. What made him more conscious about these thoughts was the flicker in Anissa's eye. Once he let go of her hand, the same hand that shook her went up to tug at the collar of his shirt. Mateo spent so much of his time researching their history and their company's, and wasn't aware that they were quite captivating themselves.<br><br>He left his tablet on the far end of the table, so as he moved towards it, he began to speak, "I'm happy you agreed to this meeting ..." he started, and as he picked up the tablet, he turned and his eyes followed Liz until she found her way out of the room. Forget the carnal infatuation, right now, Mateo just slipped into his cut throat skin when he eyed the two ladies once only the three of them remained in the room.<br><br>"I don't do well with introductions, so allow me to fire the first shot." He waved with his free hand, as if the phrase he used was too casual, "I think Abyss can make use of Naughty Otter's talents. I'm preparing for an open world project, and rather than the typical narrative you expect from such games, I'm hoping to add a touch of Naughty Otter to the mix." As he spoke, his voice levelled and firm, his eyes on his tablet as he swiped through a few pages before he clicked it off and framed the two stunners in his eyes.<br><br>It shouldn't escape them what he meant when he said he wanted a touch of their company in the game. They specialized in sex oriented games, and that was an untapped market ... once you know how to present it. And these two ladies were praised for it. "I can promise full access to Abyss' facilities and resources, as long as we found our common ground on the project." Then he interrupted as he looked around the room, "Is there a smart screen I could cast to?" He asked rather casually, before he returned to pacing closer to the women, still not interested in taking a seat, or rather, finding this moment too decisive to be reclined and comfortable.<br><br>"You've got the best indie game award for two years for two different project, and in 2018 your game was nominated for a GOTY award. I believe our combined effort will help create the game of the decade, wouldn't you agree?" He mentioned their recent successes, but he was ready to explain himself if they bring up his recent fiascoes at E3. Perhaps the cut throat man wasn't aware he was considered eye candy himself, as far as he knew, he was a deathwish to anyone's potential career given his history.<br><br>He was waiting for any sort of screen to where he can show off his concepts, but at the same time, this simple introduction to his proposal was probably under judgment from his potential partners. After all, there was probably more to the word 'partner' between these two. He still did not forget the way Anissa's eyes smiled when Becky made her first verbal blunder. But that remain to be seen. Right now, its time for business ... maybe.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 22:21:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>She knew she should’ve been studying the man who was at the center of this meeting in Naughty Otter. But when she stepped aside, Nissa could not take her eyes off Becky as the woman shook Mateo’s hand, and stammered over her words. It was as if she could read the thoughts going through Becky’s head in that moment. How attractive she thought Mateo was. Nissa had to bite her lower lip to keep from grinning as her attention went back the man in question. The girlfriend and lover mantle, coupled with whatever fantasy she had brewing in the back of her head, had to fall. The businesswoman who had helped develop and build this prospering company had to step up. <br><br>It seemed Mr. Lucas was apt to get down the bottom line as well. He spent very little time on platitudes – a point in his favor in Anissa’s eyes – and just like his controlled, measured steps, brought them right to the beginning point of negotiations in the conversation. Nissa listened carefully, even as she stepped to the side and pulled out a chair for Becky. It was situated farther up the table, close to the head, but still at a safe enough distance that the woman wouldn’t feel on top of Mateo should he chose one of the other three chairs closer to the smartscreen. <br><br>As the bespeckled brunette took her seat, Nissa picked up the controller from the middle of the room’s large table. It was a sophisticated remote that could control virtually everything in the room. Lighting, curtains, temperature, phone volume, and the smartscreen. She nodded in response to Mateo’s request for one and pressed the button that would slide open the hidden panels on the end of the room closest to him, revealing the smartscreen behind them, startup screen on. Another tap on the buttons and the lights dimmed in the room just slightly, giving the screen the brightness it needed to be used. She kept the remote in her hand as she stood next to Becky’s chair, continuing to listen to Mateo’s opening salvo. <br><br>He wanted to partner with Naughty Otter for a game. That much she had expected when she first even got the phone call about a meeting. What she didn’t expect was his open world project concept – and the “touch” he talked about with Naughty Otter. Abyss wasn’t known for it’s sex-inclusivity. But it was something that was becoming more and more accepted in the mainstream, and more and more expected with adult-centric games. <br><br>As he ended on a question, Nissa was quick to pick it up. “The game of the decade is a pretty high mark to hit. We’re not agreeing to anything just yet, Mr. Lucas.” She said with a grin. “Not even that sideways compliment. Although thank you for clearly being impressed with our little company enough to do your research on our recent awards. We’ve worked very hard to achieve them.” That sass of hers was evident in the last few words of the sentence. Mateo Lucas had a reputation and Nissa clearly hadn’t poured enough points into her shields this morning to keep from thinking some of his words were a bit condescending. A hand slipped to Becky’s shoulder to touch it reassuringly before backing off. Nissa reached for a little piece of cheese before continuing.<br>&nbsp;<br>“The smartscreen in the room should connect through the Bluetooth on your tablet. Becky can make sure the connection is solid as well, if you need. It isn’t a big surprise that you’ve come to pitch a partnership in creating a game, Mr. Lucas. You wouldn’t be the first company to do so with us. Just last year, we partnered with Ten Games to develop a top-100 mobile game. Definitely not an open-world type concept you’re suggesting, but it did well. Taught us some things.” She continued around the table to the other side, leaving Mateo and Becky on one side, and putting her directly across from them on the other. “But maybe you could be a little more specific in what you are asking for a “touch” of, with Naughty Otter?” <br><br>Her face was open, eyebrows raised as she looked at Mateo, expression not giving one hint to the fact that she knew a double-entendre when she heard one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>16-07-2019, 07:13:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>It had been Becky's fear at first that he was proposing to buy them out. It had been an assumption that had her ready to fight even before there was a need to put on the gloves. Nissa had assured here that there was no way that he would be making this type of meeting suggest a buyout or merger, or that she would ever entertain the idea. This company had been their baby. Their dream since college. To own a company that promoted their ideals and visions and giving others a safe place to explore themselves without the rigid structures and views of sexuality put in place by the media at large. <br><br>But the idea of a game together was… interesting. Abyss wasn’t exactly known for doing similar types of work. If anything, they contributed to the over sexualization of women, feeding into the notion that they were merely objects to be won. A prize for a game well done. That they could only be tiny wasted, large breasted, round assed and vapid, with only the purpose of fluffing the ego of the player. To say Becky had feels about this sort of thing, well that was an understatement for sure. <br><br>She sat across the table, ticking away at her laptop, setting up the projector so that Mateo could connect his tablet, even his phone to their wifi and Bluetooth systems and her eyes could not stop themselves from feeling the gravitational pull that was his charisma and presence. <br><br>He simply owned the room, didn’t he? His voice was commanding and calm. Sure footed and confident in his delivery of the proposal. As he spoke, occasionally moving his hand, a soft breeze carrying the scent of his cologne or the dim light would catch on the cuff links around his wrists and her eyes would dance across his frame. <br><br>Though on principle, she hated the idea of men who used women in the way that most of the game companies did, it was easier than she’d like to admit to see the allure of it. Mateo Lucas was a man that seemed so very in charge. Cool, calm, collected and self assured. That dominant and confident energy just rolled off of him in ripples, that same type of feel that had first and continued to draw her towards Anissa. <br><br>Images flashed through her mind, fleeting flavors of what having Mateo Lucas and her Nissa standing over her kneeling naked body would be like. She could barely handle her girlfriends Domme side. The blonde could get her stammering and blushing just by the way she raised an expectant eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest. But the two of them would be so overwhelming that it was like a four car pileup in her head as emotions and sensations coupled with deeply bashful arousal. The undeniable tingling as her clit began to swell simply at the idea of the two of them working against her was so distracting that it took the weight of her lovers hand to snap her out of it. <br><br>Becky straightened her glasses, gazing up into the stunning features of the woman at her side, her thoughts snapping like a rubber band. <br><br>There was something so desperately sexy in watching the person you love at their best. You know? Really in their element and excelling with ease and skill at what they do best. Right now, that was Nissa to a T. She wasn’t overawed by the presence of the gorgeous man in the well tailored suit, nor was she intimidated in any shape, form or fashion. <br><br>Becky felt her chest swelling with emotion and pride at her amazing partner, her hefty chest filling out her She-Ra shirt to the point that the fabric rippled between her breasts. She wanted to reach up and grab her hand, give it a squeeze of appreciation. It was their little silent way of supporting one another, but it seemed as if it were hardly needed. <br><br>With just as much precision, Nissa lobbed the questions back at him and to Becky, who spent much of her time nose deep in her coding, it was like watching a game of business tennis. She followed her girlfriends gaze over and waited to see what Mr. Lucas, ugh… even thinking his name like that seemed lewd… had in mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>16-07-2019, 23:39:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Two sides of one coin. Anissa And Rebecca. While it was obvious who held the most control in their dynamic, it seemed more profound than a simple power based relationship they shared. Just as Mateo was starting his proposal, the way Nissa offered a seat to her partner, held her shoulder and took the initiative in responding to him was a clear indication that there's something much more deeper than a business entanglement between the two. Not that Mateo saw anything wrong with that, but it was crucial to know how to approach them from henceforth. To win Naughty Otter is to win them both, not one without the other.<br><br>Little did Mateo know what went in their wicked minds, especially Becky's. Oh the things his mind would conjure up if he even had a hint of what these ladies were contemplating ... or fantasizing. For all he knew, he was the bad man in the brazen suit and the triple A behemoth out to devour their business. An image he wasn't too opposed to if it would give him leverage. But from the way Nissa answered? That image would only hinder his plans. Not that it didn't make him smirk with the tone of sass Anissa laced her words with. She'd fit as a character in his proposed project, but that was something for him to fantasize about once this meeting was done.<br><br>The CEO had to wonder if their sexual themed games were born out of their visible attraction? Certainly every concept has a constant and vivid basis we experience every day. You can't be passionate about something you do not experience every day. This is how Abyss came to be. Mateo's own fascination with the gaming world morphed from a gaming enthusiast into a passionate game maker. Sometimes a bit too passionate ... passionate to the point he was ready to cut bridges and throw some people into the abyss where they cannot come back.<br><br>But the blonde was unto him. The sideways compliment was supposed to pave the path for an easier dialogue, but no, she knew just to handle him. Not a problem, if he never got a kick out of a game until he spiked the difficulty to the max, then negotiations are just the same. Smiling at her as she offered an example of their own success, he reached up with his free hand and scratched his stubbled beard, "Its not an easy mark to hit, but one everyone should strive to achieve once they step out of the indie zone." His eyes were now transfixed on Anissa. There's two&nbsp; opponents present, but right now, Mateo was engaging the tank, leaving the support for later. "Also ..." He started, taking a few steps closer to her, "... No offense but I'm not here for a pocket mobile game. I'm talking a proper game. A strip down to your undies and grab a nice beverage and spend hours playing in the comfort of your room game." He let his smirk linger in her gaze before he dropped his gaze to his tablet and found their screen on the device list and connected, swiping towards his specified photo folder he prepared for this meeting.</div><br><div align="center">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/140446231/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=2a0ada729cfbdbd1a7578f07e1a523783c2b8df7b22281d263ad83703b7b61e5)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">The image came up on the screen and he glanced up at it just to confirm it was the image he wanted up there. The ladies did a good job adjusting the lighting as it gave the image a more vibrant presence with the mix of colors. "Welcome to the world of Empty Abyss. That's the code name we're using until we finalize the project." He found it a proper name. It was a bottomless world where he can add anything to it. Yet it remained empty since the world was lifeless. His own quest right now was to gain these ladies' talent to make it alive, but not in the standard fashion.</div><br><div align="center">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/114428643/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=01e505918a6ef23f28c46c8b2f36c21f9155e20a043723bd209ae419113674d8) (https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/105832541/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=1191f1df72efa23e110a2ee609dd53df48ae713ac47f986c698400055c85289b)<br><br>(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/133280895/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=415bdcff01dc54311a75e252baaf6d87b0106485c20eec76fc1986287281c868)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He started to bring the images in groups. Concept arts to his world. Embers lasting from half a decade's work. "As you can see, the main theme of this world is a constant presence of fog. It adds an atmosphere of mystique that could tie into the origins of the world once we agree on a certain lore. From a gameplay stance, it would add more suspense when someone plans on a raid or goes on a quest. Something to keep the player on their toes, yet provoke their intrigue to explore further since they do not see too far ahead into the horizon. Not to mention the skirmishes they get into can be more thrilling." He began to prowl the perimeter of the table, still not choosing to sit or even giving a hint to do so as he began to explain the basis of the idea to them.<br><br>He brought only the best concept visuals he had. There were far too many, but most were too intricate for a general proposition. But one image he enlarged more than the others. The one with the black and white waterfall. Standing behind the two ladies and facing the screen with them, he began to describe its theme, "Take this picture for example. That's Lifelost valley. Fogless, since that lingering fog brings life with it. With its absence, not only does living creatures disappear, but the very colors drained from those places. Imagine a lifeless waterfall, offering the first clue to our protagonists about the mysteries of their world?" As he turned to step away from his spot and circle around Nissa to stand by the side of the long table, he glanced at her profile, and if that did not give him a sudden throb and an involuntarily pull of his lower lip to bite on it. The woman was so curvy he could barely tear his eyes away from her. And from the stature of Becky, it seems she was just as perfectly endowed as her blonde partner.<br><br>"Now you might ask, what sort of touch I want Naughty Otter to add." He placed his tablet on the table and grabbed the back of one chair with both hands and braced himself on it as he let his eyes bounce between the gaming duo, "People want more out of their games. Especially when they propose an open world concept. More character development, more political intrigue, more trading and business options ..." he paused and then leaned further on the back of the chair and without a smile on his lips, "... More sex life." He let the worlds sink in, straightening himself and picking up his tablet to provide more visuals for them to look at as they contemplate his true offer that he just dropped on them.</div><br><div align="center">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/262245497/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=ebf7b7c3a427e8f199096777e0ca2776a170d1eedb0a4ef00b0d8da0c2ef970b) (https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/185487363/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=7daa6c3ce68b60628f52d39195a4c39fef4ad13c685515ec36735665be14c790) (https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/16966369/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=5c825066b429249b071e90508fd6403fb803cf736f2ae6b3225c261b91223a58) (https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/281453789/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=73e043abb831f00a97fb397788ac40dc22b0357f06358c7f4e8662b9732c839c)<br><br>(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/94555739/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=999543713043dedf5464d9c6d50587974444e72d4da8b148e2d4af96ead97912) (https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/277274215/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=d0f7d6dc5850f824cc8f4777a4aeb2463c6cad7ce506d7377171e86d550d4280)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Visuals of warriors in various states of undress and profiles. Everyone knew Abyss had no shame on stripping down their characters. One of the reasons they didn't get any recent awards was pandering to that mentality. Mateo wasn't about to abandon that mentality just to appease the rest of the gaming world. On the contrary he wanted to be a recurring allure with the addition of elements that makes it plausible. But this was the moment to make or break the deal with them. Their opinion on the proposed concept arts.<br><br>"Our team think sex is a huge draw to games. But I'm not looking for a robotic Mass Effect strapped on sexual appeal, or some Dragon Age mechanic." If Anissa thought he was condescending at first, then this was full on thick and on the nose in comparison. "I told them if sex was part of this world, then it needs to be a constant part of it and not just a conclusion of a character arc or some flimsy reward for a quest." He knew that little bit was surprising, considering how adding a busty scantly clad women was their repertoire. But if they looked deep enough, they will know what he was truly after.<br><br>"This is how I ended up here. You can make this possible." He turned to face them and pointed his finger in their general direction, not towards any of the two specifically. "Sex shouldn't be a reward or a taboo. It needs to be a lifestyle." He set them free of his gaze and flipped through his tablet one more time to bring up one last visual to the screen.</div><br><div align="center">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/134962021/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=671da226942da566837ed98ac574d24c46df5758fcf20e501d0ccecc0f18b93d)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He thought he said enough. Putting down his tablet, and pulling a chair to sit upon, leaving two empty chairs between him and Becky. He was giving them space, literally and figuratively as he finished his proposal. It was probably for the best as he couldn't stop imagining picturing his own characters based on the bodies of these two ladies. The idea wasn't simply entertaining. It hit hard into his own creative bone, and given the sheer contrast between the two when it comes to their personality, it made the allure that much more fitting to his own world. His eyes were dancing between them. Taking in the brunette, and the Blonde. The confident and the mousy. The outspoken, and the dirty silent. He reached with one hand to fiddle with the cuffs of his other hand. Quietly waiting.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>21-07-2019, 04:35:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div><em>Oh, this guy was good.</em> Mateo Lucas clearly knew what he wanted. Nissa also had a feeling he had hardly ever missed the mark when he squared something – or someone – up in his sights. <br><br>So when he stepped closer, she crossed her arms over her chest in an unconscious defensive move. But also because he intrigued her and that was something she did when thinking. Projects don’t go well when the parties involved don’t get along. The chemistry of personalities has to be there. Everything could look beautiful on paper for a choir, but if the tones of the voices don’t match up, there won’t be any symphony. <br><br>Mateo Lucas might be wearing an impeccably-cut suite, but he would have had to earn those cufflinks somehow. No one racked up points like those by losing every match they went into. <br><br>The screen lit up and the lights in the room automatically dimmed as Nissa’s attention was drawn to the smartscreen. Mateo began the meat of his presentation – the game. Empty Abyss. Her eyes scanned each piece of concept art as it came up and then immediately went to her lightning rod – Becky. She could read that women so well that even the slightest turn of her lips would let Nissa know how she was feeling on this game. <br><br>And if Becky wasn’t in, neither was she. <br><br>Through it, though, she also kept her eyes sweeping back to Mateo. Taking in his stance, his tone of voice, the way he gestured to the screen, or swiped through the presentation. She had the feeling he was a man of many levels. Taking down that corporate wall he’d built around himself would only be the beginning of discovering his capabilities.<br>&nbsp;<br>Nissa licked her lips slightly as he paced – no prowled – around the table. His energy was changing. The vibe was getting more exciting now that the man behind that mask was becoming more engaged. She made no move to stop him, gave no hint of interruptions or soft sound to whatever she was feeling with the conceptualized game. She let him speak, and listened, took in every piece of information she could as he described the Lifelost Valley, and the idea behind the game play with the fog. He was already invested, and she had the feeling it wouldn’t matter if Naughty Otter was on board or not. The quality would suffer in this game if they didn’t sign – but it would still get made.<br><br>The man circled behind her then, out of her view, and she let him. Not turning her eyes to track his movements, she glanced again at Becky before he came around her and went towards the head of the table to grasp one of the chairs. Nissa met his gaze, met the challenge in it when he proposed that people wanted more out of games, but continued to still simply listen. <br><br>The man talked about sex, and then said the few words she could react to. That Naughty Otter could make it possible in this game. Sex, the way he wanted it. As a lifestyle within the game play, not as an afterthought. <br><br>Mateo sat down then. And instead of addressing the man who had just put the presentation on in the room, Nissa turned towards her partner. Her eyes immediately went to Becky, and an eyebrow lifted. It was the only portion of her expression that changed. She did grasp the ends of her elbows though, pulling her arms just a little bit more together and squeezing her tits in that small space. “You know Naughty Otter’s technical capabilities and our staff’s talent better than anyone, Becky…” She said softly. <br><br>“Is that true? If we signed on…” She took a small step forward then. More of just a shift of her weight from one foot to the next. “…If we agreed… Does Naughty Otter have the capabilities and talent depth to pull that off?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>25-07-2019, 05:46:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> Becky sat during the presentation, watching the sides of skillfully created concept art as Mateo began explaining the world and the ideas within it. Her dusty jade eyes kept flickering to Anissa for a reaction but as usual, the woman was a cool, calm statue, as beautiful as a work of art to the young engineer. <br><br>The character art flashed up on the screen, one at a time and as they were paraded in front of them, her fingers started to fidget. A clear sign that something was bothering her. They fiddled with the hem of her vintage printed t-shirt, folding the edge in between her fingers as one might crimp the pliable dough of a soon to be baked pie. <br><br>Typical… she thought. It's what his company was known for. Women in scantily adorned chainmail bikinis and men overly ripped and dripping with oodles of testosterone. Everything that Naughty Otter tried to shy away from. Not to mention they were all white, save for one token person of color. There was no diversity. None whatsoever. Sure, it was concept art and nothing was set in stone but she couldn’t help chewing on her cheek. Another telltale Becky sign that the girl was feeling feels about something. <br><br>He wanted them to do the characters, huh? Did he really understand what the company the two of them had built was about? Had he even really studied their products or read up on their reputation? If he had then nothing in his concept art reflected it. It was, if she was honest, a bit insulting. <br><br><em>“…If we agreed… Does Naughty Otter have the capabilities and talent depth to pull that off?”</em><br><br>Becky realized all too late that the question had not been in general, so lost in her own annoyed thoughts, that when she looked up to see how they would answer, two sets of very expectant eyes were weighing on her. <br><br>“I uhh…” She began, twisting her shirt into a little knot around the tips of her skilled fingers. <br><br>Her thoughts were like a pack of cats who had suddenly been startled when one had popped a balloon. Each feline scattered in a different direction, each one clawing their way over the other in a mad dash to clear the room, leaving her standing there, uncomfortable and awkwardly alone. <br><br>“I don’t think it’s a question of if we have the talent.” She began, clearing her throat and giving herself time to coax a few less timid thoughts back into the room. <br><br>“It’s more a question of style… I’d say. These… concept characters aren’t exactly… what we do.”<br><br>She was dipping her toe into the waters of the conversation, testing the temperatures and, after an encouraging look from Nissa, she felt a bit more at liberty to stick her feet in. <br><br>“If I may say, I couldn’t help but notice that the characters are a bit… uhh… pedestrian.” she finished lamely then added hastily “Not to say that they aren’t visually great pieces of artwork. I just mean…” <br><br><em>"Come ON, Rebecca. If you can’t stand up for your beliefs now then when can you?"</em> She felt a small, stubborn voice chide her in the back of her head. It sounded uncomfortably like her girlfriend. <br><br>“To be honest…” She looked down at her keyboard, anywhere but the man across from her. “We’re all about inclusivity here. That means all shapes, sizes, colors, sexual orientations, and kinks. The concept art you provided kinda goes against, well, everything we’re known for.” <br><br>She gestured at the screen where the last image of a woman in armor sat with a sword. <br><br>“Your artists are stunning but every single female is wearing pointless, and utterly useless armor meant only to sell them as sex objects. Sure, you may script them as badass barbarians, but not a single one looks like they could lift a fork, let alone that double handed bastard sword in the image. Every single one looks like airbrushed models.” <br><br>She took a deep breath and continued. <br><br>“The men aren’t much better. Insanely ripped and impossibly masculine to almost a comical level. Only a single person of color, too, I might add. It just drips of stereotypes and worn out tropes that we have intentionally avoided.” <br><br>She felt a simmering in her stomach. Remnants of the many rants she had with Nissa over drinks after they had left game cons like PAX and GDC and Gamescon. How many industry men had walked up to them, looking at their badges and said “Oh, do you play games, sweetheart?” knowing full and god damn well that they not only played but owned their own studio. How many times had they been taken for booth babes or Becky had her ass slapped by some random passer by. <br><br>No… today she would finally say what she’d wanted to say all along. She would throw caution to the wind, business deal and personal boundaries be damned. <br><br>“If we were to partner with you, the only way me or the team would sign on is if we could do the characters… and do them OUR way. That means men with Dad Bods, girls with stretchmarks and bellies, furries and love is love in all the colors of the fucking rainbow!” <br><br>She finished at a pant, her plump chest rising and falling as her pulse raised in her ears. It wasn’t until she blinked a few times that she realized she was staring Mateo dead in the eyes. <br><br>Instantly, her face softened, as if her brain had finally caught up with her runaway mouth, which now sat slightly open as if stunned by her own daring. <br><br>She could feel the cold sweat starting to form on the palms of her hand and worries about what this would mean for their little beloved company if he took it poorly. But somewhere, deep down that little voice murmured… <br><br><em>“Fuck yeah, that was awesome!” </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>26-07-2019, 04:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Mateo thought he had them figured out. But he did not expect the blonde to toss the matter into the hands of the brunette. He thought Nissa would be the first to voice her objections and observations. Yes, he knew there would be objections. Farhad, his own community manager warned him during their own quarterly meeting when the proposal to partner up with Naughty Otter, that they weren't in-line with what Abyss was creating the past few years. This wasn't a challenge, it was a fact he had to deal with and absorb before he can make any progress. This is why he hand picked every visual he presented.<br><br>But the way Anissa was silently watching him, and occasionally stealing a glance from her partner, he was ready for her to voice the first challenge. But nope, it was the mousy fidgeting brunette who seemed to be having the most intense inner fight right now. But they were both polite enough to let him finish his presentation before saying anything. And with Nissa shifting the attention towards Becky, Mateo's eyes fixated on her. And boy did she have a lot to say.<br><br>Through Becky's entire speech, Mateo's face did not wear a single color of emotion. He listened, and absorbed everything she said. He could feel, by the way her voice increasing its resonance that she was on a roll the more she spoke. He didn't try to interfere with that. He knew if he did, he could shatter her, and with it the only chance to save this project. It was disheartening that they focused on the character and didn't put any thought or comment about the world, but he could surmised that they found it good enough to start talking about its characters instead.<br><br>His own fingers were calmly rubbing the pad of his digits against the smooth surface of his cuffs. A way to filter any reaction while he listened. They thought he was following a token formula when he presented the ebony warrior? Let them think that. This was a concept art, not a full exhibition. The women and their armor, something he wouldn't sacrifice, but he knew what most female gamers thought of that. Nothing yet he heard was out of bounds, or unacceptable. It was an open world game, and variety adds longevity and more flavor to it. Besides, Mateo wasn't against pandering to some prominent critics by being inclusive. One item made him visibly cringe when she mentioned furries, but that was the only reaction she got from him.<br><br>Once she was done, he let the air settles around them, or rather around Becky. He had a feeling she did more than she expected to do herself. He leaned forward in his chair, his hand quickly swiping through the images, flipping back and forth until he again settled on the Red female warrior. He kept it there and lifted his gaze to look at Becky, then at Anissa. He pursed his lips for a moment before leaning back on his chair and began his own counter argument.<br><br>"I understand how scantly armored females can put you off, but it seems you forgot about the red warrior, Vyrona." If he's going to work with someone, then he wanted them to be on their toes, and never miss a single thing.<br><br>"I understand how sexuality is reflected through many dynamics, and given how this is an open world game, Abyss is not opposed to add such dynamics, on the contrary, they need Naughty Otter's expertise in how to include them and present them in a proper manner. Again, I do not want something tacked on just for inclusivity's sake." His tone was slowly growing more taut. It was his world, his creation, and if he's going to allow someone to wander into his own haven, then he'd damn make sure they knew he'll protect it with all he's got.<br><br>"As for your ..." He paused and pursed his lips before he continued. Trying to pick the best way to answer without causing any misunderstandings, "... Dad bods and cellulite females, by all means you can add them. However ..." At this point Mateo pushed himself up to fully stand before them. Sitting was not meant for him. Its something he did when he was relaxed, not fully engaged with someone.<br><br>"... The game will still include Bikini armor on big titted warriors with thin waists and a fat ass, just as they will also include the insanely ripped warriors." He put his hands behind his back and began to prowl the table once again as he provided his own reasons, "I am not going to alienate my own fanbase, as you no doubt know these stereotypes are desired by a lot of gamers. Even female gamers want their warrior ripped or buxom, some of them. This doesn't mean the main characters wouldn't be less in shape and more relatable. All main characters of course. Just remember you will not abolish one type to add your own. As you said, the project must be inclusive ..." He then paused as he stood on the far end of the table facing them. Sighing he forced the words out at the end when he said, "Except for furries. The game will already include animals and natural predators and I am not going to compromise the integrity of these creatures by adding furries. Its a solid no for that one particular item."<br><br>Mateo quickly ran everything Becky said through his head to know if he missed on something before he continued, "So, are we on the same boat? Or is there anything else you'd like to add?" His eyes veered from Rebecca towards Anissa, since she didn't say much except enable her partner, which was admirable, but nonetheless wrapped her in her own enigmatic aura.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>26-07-2019, 20:40:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div><em>Oh, Becks…</em> <br><br>Nissa had to force herself not to bite her lower lip as the words began spilling unbidden from Becky’s beautiful mouth. Not because she disagreed with one thing the dark-haired buxom woman said, or hated how she was expressing herself in front of a potential business partner. None of that mattered to the blonde. She loved how intoxicating her girl was when her shell was broken and the control was lost. <br><br>The question had been intentionally thrown at her partner. Nissa had turned the conversation that way – full well knowing the answer – because she was betting this is how Becky would react. Maybe not to the extent, but the hope had been for the woman to spill her thoughts. <br><br>She had no intention of embarrassing her partner. She wanted Becky’s honesty because that, in turn, would give her Mateo’s honesty. <br><br>Nothing Becky said wasn’t anything Nissa hadn’t heard before. The girls had many late-night discussions with fellow gamers about just this subject. It wasn’t anything Nissa hadn’t expected from Becky. She’d opened the door and Becky had beautifully walked right in. <br><br>Okay, the furry thing might have been a little unexpected. <br><br>Allowing herself a small smile, she kept her arms crossed and gaze open as the room settled. She knew Mateo came here because he wanted something unlike anything Abyss had developed before. It was the heart of the matter at hand. Naughty Otter could provide something better, smarter, and faster than any other developer out there. What she needed to know, before inking anything however, was how Mateo worked with others. How he treated those on his team. Their business had not been built on taking every deal on the table, and Nissa wasn’t about to start doing that now.<br><br>The man remained calm – but firm. He went through point by point, offering up some stern counter arguments to Becky’s thoughts and opinions. He brought up the red warrior. He accepted the ‘dad bod,’ but also wanted to keep the scantily-clad icons. Nissa had to stop herself from taking a step back when he began prowling in the room, as if moving and thinking were one in the same for him. She held her ground, however, and the smile began to drop from her face. <br>The man wasn’t passionless. But he was hard-edged with it. He wasn't out-right rude, but he also wasn't meek with his mannerisms. The opinion’s to be inclusive without being tacked-on weren’t wrong, they were just given like disgusting-tasting medicine. You didn’t have to like it, but you knew it was good for you. <br><br><em>"So, are we on the same boat? Or is there anything else you'd like to add?" </em><br><br>Nissa shook her head, sending those blonde tendrils of hers skating over her shoulders. She also stepped forward then, putting herself in his primary view and keeping Becky in the background. She knew the woman would still be recovering from her outburst and subsequent rebuttle, and wanted the rest of the volley to be driven towards herself, not towards Becky. “Mr. Lucas, we haven’t even agreed to be in the water yet. This meeting was simply a preliminary discussion about the possibility of working together. Personal preferences aside regarding – as you put it – bikini armor on big-titted warriors, you came here because you need something for this World. You came here for something from Naughty Otter.”<br><br>She cocked her hip against the table then, leaning there and watching the man in the suit. Her eyes matched his gaze and she let her eyebrows raise just slightly. “You know we can provide you with the depth of character needed to make those pretty world pictures come alive. But we’ve never made a game because of the check that came along with it. We've never participated in a business deal because of the status we could achieve. We’re not about to start, either. So if we did decide to work with you on this project, tell me…”<br><br>Her right shoulder went up a bit, as if she was partially shrugging. “….what’s in it for us?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>27-07-2019, 03:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Mateo was too caught up in his own world to notice the smile fading from the blonde observer. Rebecca charged him head on and he felt a thrill that took over him. She made him excited to be engaged in a discussion about his own creation. She gave him that exhilarating feeling of protecting his kingdom. Just as Becky was fighting for her own beliefs, he was too. An epic battle, like the ones he wanted to include in his game. Not a five minutes cut scene of swords clashing and flashy moves. No, an epic debate between two nations within the royal halls of one area or another.<br><br>This is why he couldn't remain seated. The constricting nature of a chair always hindered his mind. It is why whenever he made a public appearance, he walked back and forth on the stage. The sense of freedom while expressing his thoughts was important. Sometimes more important than others trying to force their own presence around him. But not right now. Not when he wanted to alley with people who could help him soar those elusive skies he couldn't reach on his own.<br><br>But the battle barely begun, and it was a two on one and the odds were not set in stone. It was clear when Anissa stepped in, in verbal and physical fashion when she put herself between him and Rebecca. Still fortified in her stance with her arms crossed before her, almost putting attention to her own luscious physique, or so his eyes interpreted that. But a momentary lapse of attention as he gazed below her eyes, until her voice summoned his eyes up to meet her gaze.<br><br>He felt her tone was similar to his own. More so, she was barely hiding the fact that he needed them more than they did. Of course, the way Anissa built up to the eventual question made his smile grow wider and wider before her eyes. He didn't feel insulted. On the contrary, Anissa was speaking a language he was quite fluent in. There wasn't much of a pause between her last and his answer.<br><br>"I give you the chance to create your own Zelda. Your own Final Fantasy." He pushed himself to a perfect stand and turned around to face the screen, pointing towards Vyrona's picture as he continued on, "You made it clear what sort of characters you wanted, and that I think ... Is the beginning of understand what Abyss can do to Otter."<br><br>Mateo turned around again, to face both ladies, though the focus was on Anissa since she put herself in the spotlight, "I already promised to offer you access to all that Abyss has to offer, but I believe that wasn't enough. Certainly other studios would've jumped on the mere chance of a partial cooperation. But then again, other studios couldn't make a good game to begin with." Condescending? You betcha. Mateo couldn't respect anyone who compromised their passion for a quick cash grab or a spot at fame for a month or two. This is why Otter was now becoming a challenge. A conquest he must achieve.<br><br>Stepping closer towards the blonde, their eyes bound by an invisible tether. He didn't stop until he was two steps away from Anissa. His hands tucked behind his back, and his heart, for some reason was beating all too fast. It wasn't the thrill of the negotiation. Well not the only reason. Stepping closer to her, something kicked in and he wasn't about to lose his focus to understand what it is.<br><br>"Naughty Otter isn't the same as any other studio. And with all I have at your service. I have to ask, what does Naughty Otter want?" He leaned forward just a head, to add emphasis to what he was about to say, "Pass on the chance to create a masterpiece, and continue to work on mobile games? Choose the comfortable corner you created to yourself, or take a leap of faith where you can spread your passion to a greater audience?" He arched an eyebrow at her. This was the moment that could make or break the deal. No use beating around the bushes. Mateo was confident in everything he said. But what about them?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>02-08-2019, 14:30:33</strong>
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				In another life, one that would’ve been cookie-cutter and probably more pleasing to her parents – Nissa would’ve been a lawyer. Stuck behind some desk in some law firm somewhere, pushing papers around for the man in charge until she could prove her worth and earn her place. She could manipulate and argue with the best of them, move people like pawns sometimes to get what she wanted, and see the battlefield from all angles. <br><br>Most people glanced away when she spoke so directly and intensely to them. When she threw social norms out the wind of what a business meeting should entail and instead blazed her own path to the destination. Not Mateo Lucas, however. The man grinned. Like she’d seen some boxers do in the middle of a ring fight. Grinned because they loved the action of it, the thrill of it all. He didn’t hesitate in his steps, either. He answered her jabs with blocks and hooks of his own. She hadn’t scared him back into his corner of the ring. Instead, it was almost as if he’d choreographed her moves. <br><br>She tilted her head slightly as he pointed back to the artists renderings, telling her what she already knew about having access to the Abyss studios and equipment. Her eyes might have flicked to the screen, but they were continuously captivated by his deep gaze. He was taller, making her tilt her head back slightly. His aura wasn’t so much daunting… as it was promising. <br><br>When he put the question and offer back out to herself and Becky, she couldn’t help the smile that opened up on her face. Small, but significant. “Becky, do you have our general contract documents handy in that paper pile, by chance?” <br><br>Becky blinked a few times, her eyes fluttering behind her glasses. Mateo's reaction had caught her off guard and he actually seemed... pleased?&nbsp; She had sat still and listened at his reply to her and now she felt like a cat watching two people play tennis as the feisty side of her girlfriend came out to play, line driving the ball right back at his head with each swing. <br><br>"Oh... yeah, I think it's here with our NDA also." <br><br>She shuffled through a few of the folders containing the requested documentations handing each one over to Nissa.&nbsp; She also had to admit that she was surprised about his willingness to bend to her request as Abyss had a track record of being, well, stereotypical. Her curiosity of where this was going to end up was starting to override her timid nature.<br><br>Nissa had turned away slightly from Mateo to take the papers Becky gave her, and she flashed the woman a reassuring grin as she handed over not only the documents she asked for, but more. Things that would put words to the nitty-gritty of hashing out a partnership between Abyss and Naughty Otter. “Thank you,” she said, her tone considerably softer, less demanding. She also tapped the back of the papers twice with her first and middle fingers – a signal they’d long worked out forever ago that it was time to pack up and leave. Mateo wouldn’t have seen the movement and only her partner would know what it meant. <br><br>Turning back to the man in question, she set the papers on the table and slid them the short distance with her fingerstips so they were within his reach with a smile. “You’ve given us a lot to think about and discuss, Mr. Lucas, thank you. This is clearly a large project that warrants a deeper discussion between my partner and I to see if it would be the right fit for Naughty Otter.” She turned then, sweeping up her own papers and notes, following Becky as she stepped away from the table, trying to be quick without looking like she was rushing.<br><br>The brunettes insides flooded with warm comforting relief that she would be able to step out of what had been an interesting but intense exchange.&nbsp; She scrambled to gather up the papers neatly, getting to her feet with the enthusiasm of a school kid that had just heard the end of class bell on a Friday. So much so that she had to double back to snap her laptop shut and stuff it into her arms. <br><br>"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Mateo... Err, I mean, Mr. Lucas." She said with a nervous smile "I'll change your mind about anthros, though. I mean, they're in Skyrim so..." <br><br>She stopped herself short, smiling again uncomfortably. Why was she trying to drag this out? She wanted out of the room, right? Sure, she was relieved but something in her tummy nibbled at her. There was a weird sense of longing? Fascination perhaps and a sense of unfinished business. The thrill of an unknown and untested element being introduced to an equation.<br><br>As Becky’s statement hung in the air, Nissa had to hold back a laugh. Becky was right – she’d change the man’s mind. She’d never known her girlfriend to back down on anything that was truly important. But the words cut the exit she’d been carefully trying to craft to keep the upper hand at that moment. <br><br>Instead she moved her gaze from Becky back to Mateo and gave him a grin. “She’s fierce in battles, Mr. Lucas, let me tell you." She nodded to the papers at the table then. "But look those over, and we’ll be in touch, I’m sure.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>03-08-2019, 23:37:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Was it too much for the duo? Mateo was known as a straight shooter, and usually Wilson or Richard would diffuse any bombs he drop during a confrontation ... or business meetings as they officially call them. The ladies however did not lose their smiles, nor their nerves. Whether he made a lasting impression or not remains to be seen. But from the blonde's request to her partner, it seems the undulations of his offer reached deep enough to give him hope of success. They barely scratched the surface of their deal though, yet she wanted to present him with a standard blue print of their contracts and NDA. His face melted into a grimace at first. This wasn't going as well as he anticipated.<br><br>A basic contract, or a blue print, was something you'd handout to anyone, regardless of what you discussed or any potential agreement that may follow. He narrowed his eyes as Anissa put the papers on the table and pushed them in his direction, unaware of any signal she flashed her partner. Mateo was already lost in his own calculating thoughts as he tried to recall where did he lose their interest. Did he overestimate his own offer, or did he put too much faith in them? He knew there wasn't much to look into these papers. This was a gesture ... a gesture he didn't like one bit.<br><br>Even the blonde's words weren't assuring. At that moment they felt like hollow obligatory words meant to punctuate the end of a meeting. However, the brunette's voice broke him out of his trance with what she said. Changing his mind? So there was more to this partnership then? His eyes snapped up to Rebecca, and some might easily mistake that look for an aggressive one, but Mateo was simply so interested to know that this wasn't the end. The two ladies weren't pulling off a cheap 'Thanks-but-no-thanks' after all. He grinned at Becky, Oblivious to Anissa's smiles and stifled laughs. He put the pads of his fingers on the papers and dragged them closer to him.<br><br>Anissa's words about her partner made his smile grow wider till the whites of his teeth bared themselves before his hostesses, "I think it is best if you pour that energy into the concept of your favorite character and locale, in Empty Abyss." The words were directed at Becky, but then he turned his attention to Nissa as he picked up the papers and tapped on them with his other hand, "I'll keep myself busy with these, till I hear from you." He will, no doubt about that. But he had to keep his hands busy because he knew by now he wanted to swat their rears so hard they'd jiggle for days. Somehow he knew these ladies had so much control, and there could be a power struggle between them. And somehow ... that just made those urges surface into his mind.<br><br>"Its been a delight, Miss LePage, Miss Warren." He started to make his way out of the room, when he stopped short of reaching the door's handle and turned to face them with a playful smile, "Why don't we make our next encounter less ... informal? When you're ready to discuss more, let me invite you out to dinner? Without too much visuals, I think we can delve easier into the finer details. Think about it." He smiled and reached for the door and pulled his presence out of the room, leaving the two to digest everything he offered, while giving himself the chance to analyze everything that transpired so far.</div><br><div align="center">~~~*~~*~~~</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"Wilson, I want everyone ready in fifteen." Mateo called from his cellphone while he drove towards Abyss HQ, his tie already loosened. "Abyss Assembles?!" Wilson's voice came out giddy and excited, perhaps knowing too well that Mateo would roll his eyes at the comment, which he did and followed it with a sigh, "Sure ... Get them ready." He clicked the call off and sped towards his company, the papers the blonde game him resting on the passenger's seat, and quickly snagged once he parked his car and made his way towards the main elevator which lead him to the third floor, where their biggest conference room was located at the very back of that storey.<br><br>As soon as Mateo walked into the room, every department head along with their next in command was present. The room was swallowed in dark marbled floors with bright streaking blue lights along the rim of the floor, and the table itself casting a gentle light hue, while the main source of light were the hidden LED lights in the ceiling, designed to cast their aura without causing any glare unto the table. Wilson was already standing when Mateo walked in, and Mateo gave him the papers, which went nimbly into a black leather folder to keep them tucked in for later reviews.<br><br>"Just got back from Naughty Otter ..." He started off as he began to roll his jacket off his shoulders, while standing in front of his chair. "We've a change of plans everyone ..." He continued, dropping his discarded jacket on the table, then his hands reached for his cufflinks, undoing them while he grinned at his the suggestion he's about to give them, "Till further notice, you'll play every game Naughty Otter was involved in. Not just play them, soak them in, and build enough concept characters and locales for Empty Abyss based on your experience." With his cuffs undone, he rolled his sleeves up and then threw his weight back on the chair, discarding any professional presence he had. He was among family here. There was no pretenses between them, only the common purpose of work and creativity.<br><br>"So are we signed up with Otter?" Richard's voice came from the left side of the table. The head of their engineering and programming asked, while reclining in his own chair. "Not yet. But it'll happen. And I want you ready when it happens." Mateo answered, rubbing his forehead before he leaned forward and braced himself on his elbows on the table. "We've all knew we needed change since our teaser reveal back in E3. We might work from the ground up on some of our characters and storylines, so be ready."<br><br>"Not that I'm not happy about this but, what the hell happened?" Sarah from community management asked as she perched herself arms on the table, his face no doubt full of questions at the one eighty Mateo pulled after one visit, considering how he used to say that Abyss was going to be a purely Abyssal project no matter what happened. And Mateo's answer wasn't too loaded as he gazed at her, then veered his eyes at the rest of his employees, "We might share creative authority with Naughty Otter, so we need to be prepared." And whispers spread through the room until Wilson, with a confident smile lured their attention to him, "I've played all their games. I liked ..." His words were cut when Mateo interrupted with enough enthusiasm as to not disappoint his assistant, "There you go. Wilson will appoint which game is best for each of you. Play, play again, and immerse yourselves. Now go ... </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>09-08-2019, 06:40:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>&nbsp; Rebecca could not get herself out of the meeting room fast enough, leaving Niss to wrap up for her, hearing her girlfriend’s overly sweet words about her made her both beam and cringe in equal measure. She had realized all too late, as she often did, at what Niss had been attempting to do and she could kick herself and did just that mentally, all the way down the hall. <br><br>Tucked away under her chin, she carried her laptop in crossed arms, cradling it against her chest like it was a shield against her own social awkwardness. Whether it was holding it in or fending it off was anyone's guess. She could hear the smart clicking of the blondes perfect heels on the polished cement floors a few paces behind her. A sharp contrast to the shuffling of her own Converse. <br><br>The meeting had been full of surprises and Becky wasn’t particularly skilled at handling those if that wasn't painfully obvious by now. She’d lost her temper and blurted everything out. Just laid out a nerdtastic word vomit right there in front of both of them. Though, he didn’t seem very upset by that. If anything, he seemed… excited? <br><br>It had also afforded her the opportunity to see Anissa in her full and awe inspiring glory. A rare treat that was often lost on the bespectacled brunette as there wasn’t often a need for her to be in the actual business discussions and just got the meeting notes from her partner later that day. <br><br>But to round out the whole event and bring it full circle, she had once again stuffed her entire foot and maybe some of her ankle too into her mouth at the very end. There was a reason she didn’t major in business in college and it was never more apparent than in that moment. <br><br>“How did it go?” Valerie asked cheerfully. Becky couldn’t make eye contact. <br><br>“Oh, uh… it went.” She replied in what was no doubt a very unsatisfying answer. <br><br>She carefully dodged a few other curious inquiries with variations of “We’ll see.” and “Too early to tell.”<br><br>If there was one thing she had to learn from Nissa’s example it was never let them see your cards till you’re sure of the other person's hand. <br><br>Finally, their shared office door came into view and the swelling of relief couldn’t have been stronger if she had been on a lonely island and it was a boat coming up on the horizon. No sooner was she in the doorway than she made a direct line for her desk, nudging her chair out of the way with her wide hip and plopping down into it. <br><br>Her laptop hit the wood surface with a clatter and instantly Becky had her arms folded on top of it with her face buried in the shadows like an uncomfortable ostrich. <br><br>“Oooohhhh!” She groaned upon hearing the heels enter the room and the door click shut. <br><br>“Why?! WHY do you let me in the room with you on stuff like this? Never you mind actually talking!” <br><br>Her soft, annoyingly straight hair slipped in front of her eyes as she peeked up over her arm at her girlfriend, the tresses acting like a curtain and hiding most of the blossoming red embarrassment on her soft round cheeks. <br><br>“This is why I code. Computers don’t judge you when you make an ass out of yourself. They just stop working. Easier for everyone.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>19-08-2019, 14:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>The dinner invite – a way to get them out onto an even playing field and a place where hiding behind suits, ties, high heels, and pencil skirts wasn’t always an option – was just the thing Anissa had been hoping would be the outcome of this meeting the moment she’d introduced herself and Becky to Mateo Lucas. She suspected, much like the two women who ran Naughty Otter, Mateo did better when he was more comfortable. That was when she would learn more truths about the man. In a formal business presentation, people always put their best foot forward, garbed in expensively tailored suits and expertly polished Italian leather shoes.<br>&nbsp;<br>To make a project like this work, to build a world that would be a smash hit success across the board, the man in charge needed to also connect with others when he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a wife-beater. <br>Hell, maybe even when he was wearing nothing but his intensely sexy stare. <br><br>After Mateo left, she scooped up the rest of her things and followed a clearly embarrassed Becky out of the room. She kept her steps slow behind the brunette, snagging a pen from one of the desks and writing two quick notes on a sticky pad. One she handed to Valerie as they neared her. The woman’s eyes were wide and curious, as Becky’s answers to others were entirely vague. <br><br>Nissa motioned the woman to fall into step with her. Valerie was as resourceful and driven, something Nissa inherently respected. “I need you to set up an appointment with the lawyers for sometime on this date,” she said. “And get me Mateo Lucas’ personal cell phone number. I don’t want to have to be directed through his secretary every time there’s a question.” <br><br>They rounded the corner to Becky and Nissa’s shared office, and Nissa stopped in the doorway after Becky sulked through. She gave Valerie a grin. “Since I know there will be questions and gossip – the meeting went well. But it’s too early to tell anything concrete,” her voice was soft now. “That’s what I want people talking about around the water coolers. We need everyone to keep up the great work they’re doing.” <br><br>Glancing over her shoulder, the blonde tresses swinging with the movement, she nodded to Valerie again. And now Liz, who had come up behind the assistant. “Give us an hour. Maybe two. Take messages for anyone that needs us, but no comment on anyone outside Naughty Otter who asks about us working with Abyss. Not until the ink is dry on any contract are we talking about that.” <br><br>The women nodded and headed off, Nissa stepped fully into the office, closing the door tightly behind her. <br><br>Becky was at her desk, head down already and bemoaning the fact that she thought she’d made a fool of herself in front of Mateo Lucas. Becky just grinned to herself and moved over to her own desk. She slipped off her coat, and out of her heels, before turning and moving back towards Becky, who was adorably peaking at her through those deliciously straight tresses of hers. <br><br>Instead of joining her girlfriend on the back side of the desk, Nissa leaned her hips on the front of it, and pressed her right palm to the surface, leaning on it, as her left stroked some of those stray strands out of her face with a soft smile. “You did amazing, gorgeous. You were exactly you and that is what I wanted you to do in that room. If we’re going to work with Mateo, he needs to know what he’s up against.” <br><br>Her fingers slipped into that thick, straight, dark hair at the back of Becky’s scalp and held there for a moment. Her smile turned into something a little more towards a grin at that point. “I guarantee that man is driving in his car back to his office right now not judging the way you spoke, or what you spoke about….”<br>&nbsp;<br>She leaned down then, her grip tightening just enough that the pull against Becky’s scalp would be felt. “But about the way you stood up to him. The way you held your ground in that room…” Nissa brought her lips closer to Becky’s then, her eyes finding the brunette’s easily. “How fucking good that ass of yours looked when you turned around in front of him.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 06:55:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> Becky instinctively leaned in towards her girlfriend’s outstretched fingers, her cheeks still baring the flustered red glow as she attempted to nuzzle them against the palm, seeking out its comfort like a scolded puppy wanting forgiveness for chewing the doorstop. The praises Nissa laced with honey made the awkward brunette's gaze feel too heavy to look up and find those intense browns, leaving the soft green orbs circling around on the surface of her desk, noticing the flecks of crumbs buried in her between the nooks of her keyboard. <br><br>Eye contact was never something she was particularly good at holding. That was until the soft scraping of nails on her scalp sent a shiver running full tilt down her spine. <br><br>As Nissa grasped the tresses at the back of her neck, Rebecca drew an audibly shaky gasp, her lashes fluttering up to connect with those intense deep brown eyes and the electric shock that followed coursed down to her very core making the muscles of her pussy clamp and tingle. She knew what she was doing… she <em>always</em> knew what she was doing. Didn’t matter if it was inside or out of the meeting room. Nissa always had control of the situation. Always.<br><br><em>“I guarantee that man is driving in his car back to his office right now not judging the way you spoke, or what you spoke about….”</em><br><br>As the grip tightened, Becky lifted her chin, her lip quivering with the effort of holding that gaze, fresh shy embarrassment flushed her cheeks in new hues of pink and red. She grasped her hands in her lap while her fingers tried desperately to tie themselves into a knot. <br><br><em>“But about the way you stood up to him. The way you held your ground in that room…”</em><br><br>She wanted to look away but something within her made her sit and endure it further. She couldn’t help it. Powerless sometimes when she felt that familiar energy rolling off of the curvy blondes perfect body. <br><br><em>“How fucking good that ass of yours looked when you turned around in front of him.”</em><br><br>Whatever was going on in the bespectacled woman's head, it was evident by the look on her lovely soft features that it was akin to a ten car pileup on the interstate of her mind. <br><br>Now, that thick, deep sultry voice was hard to resist, even on a good day, but toss in that threatening almost predatory tone she equipped whenever she was in a very particular mood and Becky was as good as warm clay in her hands. However, the added element of Mateo into the equation completely through off the alchemy of it all. The thrill of being thought of… even wanted by such a powerful man made her feel a whole confusing jumble of things from disbelief to pride to confusion and then back to disbelief again. In truth, she rarely even pictured herself with men, always tending to favor the softer familiar hands of women. Particularly her girlfriend since the day they first met. <br><br>However, Nissa knew easily that if there was ever a type for Rebecca, Mr. Lucas surely was dead center at the bullseye of this particularly elusive target. <br><br>Becky shifted uncomfortably, her eyes almost tearing up with the effort of continuing to look back at those stunning browns before her as she felt the heated breath tickle against her lips and neck. It was Nissa, after all, who had insisted on almost bullying her into buying and wearing those jeans in the first place. She often preferred baggy clothing that she could easily hide in. <br><br>She had a hard time admitting how much she enjoyed the way Anissa treated her almost like a coveted piece of property. The trophy she enjoyed polishing up and showing off whenever they were out in public. Knowing she was admiring her ass alone was enough to send the brunette into a quivering mess. <br><br>“Nissy….” she murmured attempting to pull her eyes away, finally feeling the intensity breaking her willpower. “... st… stop teasing.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 17:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Turning Becky into a quivering mess was one of the greater joys Nissa got out of life. It pushed her heartbeat faster when the brunette could barely stand to hold her gaze because of the feelings coursing through her. The same ones that were currently coursing through Nissa’s veins. It was a connection the girls shared that was unparallel to any other she’d had with her past or present partners. Whenever she and Becky shared someone, it was always an addition to this – the moments like this one. When she could gaze right into Becky’s eyes and know exactly what her girlfriend was thinking of. <br><br>Hot, wet, sounds of pleasure echoing off of whatever room they happened to be in at the time. Sounds that Nissa instantly wanted to mimic now. There was no greater high than bringing Becky pleasure and orgasms. <br><br>Slowly, she pressed in closer to her girl, licking along her lower lip temptingly. The smile on her own mouth was hard to suppress as Becky began to protest the teasing. “Why should I, gorgeous? You always look so damn delectable when I tease you…” She murmured in response. <br>“Besides… it’s hardly teasing when I plan on following through, is it?” <br><br>Shifting slowly, the hand in Becky’s hair pulled her back. Nissa’s other hand tucked under the brunette’s chin so she could bring her up to sit straight in the chair. This gave Nissa enough room to quickly shove the computer back and desk items aside so her plump ass could fit right on the open spot on Nissa’s desk. <br><br>Still, that hand in her hair remained. “Stand up for me now. Hands to those pants I made you buy. Unbutton and then slowly pull them down for me. Aahhh… no protesting.” She grinned, leaning forward so she could kiss Becky’s lips hard again once more. “I want that ass that Mateo was clearly coveting bare for me, baby…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>08-10-2019, 04:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> <em>“Besides… it’s hardly teasing when I plan on following through, is it?”</em><br><br>"Uh huh..." Becky murmered completely missing the meaning of her girlfriend's words as her tongue had distracted her like the flute of a snake charmer.<br><br>"huuuuhhhh. Wait, huh? You... No! Not here! There are too many people outside. Nissa, you can't..." <br><br>The color washed away from the brunettes face in record speed as she faltered, sputtering and pleading, her soft jade colored eyes flitting to the office door, keenly aware of every dark shadow that moved across the frosted glass. But there was no arguing as her protests were cut short by the slow tug of her hair and the fingers resting on her chin, commanding both her silence and her attention in a perfectly unified motion. <br><br>Nissa made her point by sitting on the desk, indicating to her skittish engineer partner that she was expecting a show and wasn't going anywhere until she got what she wanted... and Anissa always got what she wanted. One way, or another. <br><br><em>“Stand up for me now. Hands to those pants I made you buy. Unbutton and then slowly pull them down for me. Aahhh… no protesting.”</em><br><br>She had just opened her mouth to mewl her reluctance when Nissa added the last bit so she would have to make do with letting her eyes and trembling lip beg for the reprieve. Both were silenced by the crushing of soft pillow lips to her own, making even her breath relent for a moment to the blondes will. <br><br><em> “I want that ass that Mateo was clearly coveting bare for me, baby…”</em><br><br>Bright red again, the color flooded into her face like cream poured into the blackest coffee. Becky gave her one last "Nissa..." but after a few long seconds and an expectant and excellently sculpted eyebrow raise later, Becky rose to her feet, eyes darting from Nissa to the door and back again as her hands went reluctantly to her jeans. <br><br>Pop!<br><br>The button was undone and thumbs fitted into the belt loops of the wide-hipped jeans and Becky pushed them down, having to do a little shimmy wiggle of her hips to make sure they made it down the widest part of her womanly figure. <br><br>It served only to add to Rebecca's embarrassment what was worn beneath them as the sound of sighing denim hitting the floor almost whispered the secret it had been hiding. The bespectacled girl now stood in a t-shirt with her jeans around her feet with a pair of <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">purple and black boyshort panties</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://is.static-barenecessities.com/is/image/BareNecessities/1434dre_irisblack_bv?$PLP2017M_v1$)</div></div> embracing the swells of her hips and the round fullness of her milky white plump bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>A low, soft trembling whimper bubbled up from Becky's throat. What had she been thinking? She had thought they would make her feel confident, sexy... in control when she put them on this morning and this morning was seeming like an awfully long time ago. She bit her lip, bracing herself for whatever teases and torment was in store for her. Bracing herself even though she could feel the arousal tingle between her thighs like an engine warming up in the dead of winter. It thrummed, steady and unapologetically and she knew that sooner or later Nissa would discover just how naughty she really felt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 21:21:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>The button to the jeans came undone and Nissa pulled back slightly from Becky, giving her more room to maneuver out of the piece of clothing she demanded be removed from her girlfriend’s body. Excitement was already thrumming through Nissa, her heavy, round breasts tightening at the nipples behind the thin material of her bra in a tell-tale sign of her arousal. Not only was Becky lusciously hot, but her sweet little whimpers when she was equally embarrassed and turned-on always got Nissa wet-<br><br>“OH my goodness….” <br><br>Nissa said with a soft little gasp as the boyshort panties Becky was wearing were revealed to her. She pulled back even farther – as much as possible while she still retained a grip on Becky’s dark locks – getting a once over with her sharp gaze in before aiming her grin once more at the brunette. “Look at these very fancy panties you have on…” She cooed softly, biting her lower lip as her free hand moved down to trace the top of them, running a finger easily along the inside edge that clung to Becky’s hips. <br><br>Leaning in, Nissa let her lips drag along Nissa’s cheek as she pulled the woman closer, her mouth tracing its way til eventually, she was right against Becky’s ear. “No wonder your ass looked so good.” <br><br>That free hand reached out quickly, smacking the left mostly-exposed buttcheek of Becky’s with a small, but sharp thwack. “Did you put those on for Mateo, my sweet slut?? Or did you know how sexy your ass looked in them, so you put them on this morning hoping I would see?” <br><br>That hand in her hair let go now, tracing down Becky’s chin and towards her voluminous breasts, hefting one, squeezing it through her shirt. Once she started with Becky, it was always almost impossible for Nissa to stop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 05:03:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> Upon the exclamation at seeing the panties she had chosen, Becky felt a jolt of needy pride race it’s electric fingers up her spine. She adored Nissa and anything she could do to please her, at the very least in the bedroom, was at the top of her list. She knew how hard earned the praise could be from the blonde who often took no prisoners and suffered precisely zero fools. <br><br>It was also the way those hungry eyes looked her up and down, appraising her form and finding it pleasing that caused the shy nerd’s thighs to clamp together as her sex trembled with rapidly increasing need. She was very much her willing little captive as her hair was still held in her loving grip. <br><br>Goosebumps rose up as those perfectly manicured nails teased and tormented the canvas of her bared skin, making the brunette shudder and whimper in uncontrollable little convulses. Hardened peaks of her nipples stood proudly out through her shirt like proud little mountains. The lights from above only exaggerated this by throwing their shadows into sharp relief against the faded she-ra shirt. <br><br>An almost whoreish little moan at the feeling of hot moist breath against her ear and a whimper of remembered awkwardness at the words would follow.<br><br>It was difficult to tell which had been louder, the sharp smack on her ass which bounced happily for a moment at the attention it was shown or the yelp of surprise that was quickly muffled as Becky threw her hands over her mouth as her eyes drilled into the door, waiting for someone to walk in and check on her. <br><br><em>“Did you put those on for Mateo, my sweet slut?? Or did you know how sexy your ass looked in them, so you put them on this morning hoping I would see?”</em><br><br>It was difficult enough to answer the question with the way Anissa was looking at her and the task was not made any easier as the hands wandered her chest. She had always had a guilty pleasure for feeling objectified, but only by her girlfriend. There was the trust there, the safety of it. She loathed it in almost all other aspects but in Her hands, she turned to a mewling little puddle of need. Even now, as the palms cupped her breasts, no doubt feeling the lacy garment below her shirt, Becky felt like she was being assessed, manhandled if you’ll pardon the term, a toy only for Nissa, and she loved it.<br><br>Craved it. <br><br>She suddenly became very aware that she was chewing her bottom lip and had taken far too long to provide her with an adequate answer. Proof enough as she felt the pressure of those digits as they burrowed into her pliable meaty curves. <br><br>“I… I wanted to feel confident today. For both of you. I wanted to make you proud and I thought these would help me... not be... dumb in the meeting. I guess..." Boy that sounded so lame. <br><br>"So, well… So I got them last week and I picked them out because I thought… you’d like them. ” Even admitting. She would wear whatever Nissa picked out for her but going out on her own to the expensive fancy lingerie stores was still way out of her comfort zone. <br><br>She peeked up, waiting and wanting to see that familiar and yet no less thrilling fire of need burning in those loving eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2019, 20:30:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Nissa had to bite her lower lip as Becky’s words drifted out of her half-open mouth. They were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together squarely and the electricity between them hummed now as the sexual energy in the room ramped up. With Nissa’s hands clearly grasping and groping Becky’s tits, there’d be no question to whoever walked in what they were doing. <br>Not to mention Becky’s pants on the floor and her ass practically waving around in a show. <br><br>What should have been a moment to stop, collect themselves, and continue perhaps back in the privacy of their home later tonight however, turned completely the opposite direction as Nissa let go of her grip in her girlfriends hair and slid her free hand down her voluptuous curves. “You were confident, beautiful. Telling big daddy Mateo how you’d change his mind.” The grin that graced Nissa’s face then was all pleasure and mischief. Something recognizable as a trigger for typically naughtier ideas that the two engaged in. <br><br>“You were excellent.” Those hands went to work now together, shifting the comfortable tshirt up Becky’s torso and just high enough to hook over the expanse of her breasts, exposing them and the beautiful bra they were encased in. <br><br>Nissa gave herself no time, however to admire the sight.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her right-hand shifted course, flipping so the heel was pointed upwards and her fingers were pointed directly towards the thing she currently craved feeling the most. With a deft little wiggle and a bite of her lower lip as she watched Becky’s eyes, Nissa slipped her hand beneath those purple boyshorts and directly down over her girlfriend’s pussy, her middle finger already wiggling against the clit she knew was just begging for attention. “Smart… sexy…. And oooohhhh…. Mmmm, maybe you enjoyed more than just our potential partner’s words, hmm??” <br><br>The tease was accompanied with a gentle tug on her shoulder to bring Becky just a bit closer inbetween Nissa’s spread legs. The movement allowed Nissa’s index and middle finger to slip down farther between the wet lips of Becky’s pussy and in a practiced move, dip just inside her honeyed little hole. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>19-10-2019, 01:39:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> As Nissa hiked up her shirt, Becky held her breath, always that anxious thrill of if she would receive the praise from her partner. If she would please her. It was always such a jolt of electricity that ran without shame across the very surface of her skin whenever her fingers graced it. <br><br>The bra would match the panties, lovely purple, and black lace, hoisting up those hefty heavy breasts and presenting them beautifully gift wrapped for the blondes hungry eyes and famished hands. <br><br>The bottom of the shirt rested on the swell of them, draped over them like a shelf as Nissa pressed the palm of her hand against her belly and let her hand fall with purpose. Becky barely had time to register what was happening and by the time she did, there was no stopping her. <br><br>Becky gasped, the air hissing sharply in around her teeth as Nissa’s clever fingers slipped below the hem of her boyshorts and bullied their way between her thighs.<br><br>Instinctively, they parted for the demanding digits as she felt the pads of them slip through the wetness already soaking the fabric below her girlfriend’s knuckles. There was no muffling the slick wet sounds as her swollen clit instantly found itself trapped, lovingly pinched between two very evil fingers.<br><br>Goosebumps raced up Rebecca’s thighs as they trembled, quaking with the thrill of such an intimate touch in such a dangerous space. The thick lush pale skin quivered as Anissa teased the little bud, whisking it back and forth, encouraging even more of those lewd, embarrassing noises.<br><br>It was all Becky could do to bite her lip to keep from moaning and as Nissa’s finger sank deeper into the sloppy needy cunt that all bug begged for her, the brunette’s hands feel to the desk, her plump legs parting even wider for the invading eager digits. <br><br>“Niss….”&nbsp; She begged, feeling her nipples harden painfully in the cute lacy bra. <br><br>The folds of her sex throbbed as it trying to suckle greedily on her fingers, coaxing them deeper.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>30-10-2019, 15:23:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Every time. Every fucking time the brunette begged her name out like that, the word sent a terribly driving thrill up Nissa’s spine. It made her body shiver, sit a little higher, back a little straighter on her girlfriend’s desk, her fingers still buried deep in the wet cunt she knew so very well. There would never be anything sweeter to her than Becky’s desperate cries. They made a devious smile break out onto her face, and it was impossible not to follow the urge to drag her digits through the sodden mess of her girlfriends pussy, drenching them fully, before sliding them right back into that tight little hole, just a little deeper and just a little quicker than before. <br><br>She opened her mouth, but the next sounds of commanding pleasure were cut off as the cell phone in her pocket beeped musically, indicating a text message had come through. <br><br>Not to be too interrupted and determined not to lose the spell she had over her girlfriend, Nissa began sliding her fingers in and out of that precious little pussy quickly. Her other hand worked just as fast, tucking into the edge of Becky’s bra near her armpit and dragging downwards along the lacy cup, popping that pretty tit and its turgid nipple right out into the open. <br><br>“There. Right there is my good, pretty slut… Mmmm, use your hands now, darling. Pull your tits out and play with them for me while I…” After a deft squeeze, her hand disappeared from Becky’s breast to flash into her jacket pocket – the other still multi-tasking away at her wet hole – and pulled out the interrupting cell phone. She looked at the screen quickly, her attention barely on it for a moment before she saw what the text message was about. “…While I see that we now have Mateo’s cell phone number.” Nissa said, flashing the screen so Becky could see the contact information pulled up in the text message from their assistant. <br><br>“Maybe I should call him while you’re just like this…” She grinned, lowering her hand with the phone in it to her thigh so she could lean forward a bit more, reaching just that much farther into her girlfriend’s pussy and working her palm against that sensitive clit. “…Or send him a naughty photo, hmm? What if he saw how wet you got for me, gorgeous? Think he’d want to give us a better deal then??”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>05-11-2019, 05:06:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> The room was full of the sounds of Beckys panting and the squelching sloppy wetness as Nissa’s hand worked her pussy to the point her knees were trembling. It was all the shy little engineer could do to keep herself from crying out as those expensive manicured nails pressed over and over into her G-spot with delicious little stabs of pain mingled with the heated pleasure of being stretched open. The heel of her palm dominated her clit, pushing her lips aside so it would have nowhere to hide as she ground it in against her. Even the very air around them was heavy with the perfume of female arousal in all it’s sweet and musky glory. <br><br>The musical little tinkle of her girlfriend’s phone brought her back to the present somewhat as she forced her lead-weighted eyelids open. As Nissa plunged her other hand into her bra, Becky fell forward, her own trembling hands planted grasped at the top plump part of the blonde’s thighs. She could feel the tremors in her hands no doubt as she was forced, bullied towards an orgasm. <br><br>The cold air of the office hit her nipple the moment it was released and Rebecca was forced to follow commands, pushing off of her support to slip her other breast free. There, less than a foot from Anissa’s face, she rolled her nipples for her partner’s pleasure as she checked her phone, every now and then glancing up from the screen to make sure she continued to do as she was told. <br><br>What if someone walked in? Were the doors locked? Did the doors even <em>have</em> locks? She couldn’t remember as she mewled, biting her bottom lip just to have some sense of control. She stood there, feeling like a little object while Nissa flipped open her phone with a swipe of her thumb, those brown eyes dancing across the screen. The smile that spread over her lips did nothing to soothe her worries. <br><br>It took her pale blue eyes a moment to focus on the screen, her glasses having slid down her nose, but there was no mistaking it and her words confirmed it. <br><br><em>Maybe I should call him while you’re just like this…”</em><br><br>Nissa wouldn’t need the strangled “No!” that squeaked from Becky’s throat to know her response. The muscles of her pussy contracted, clutching at those devious fingers as if holding out from pure fear. <br><br><em>“…Or send him a naughty photo, hmm? What if he saw how wet you got for me, gorgeous? Think he’d want to give us a better deal then??”</em><br><br>“Nissa! Oh my god! Don’t…” <br><br>Becky blushed from her forehead down to her hardened dark nipples that were promptly covered by the palms of her hands as if somehow trying to cover herself from eyes not yet upon her. <br><br>“You wouldn’t… Even you wouldn’t… You wouldn’t do that to me!” <br><br>Though in her own head she had sounded so much more convinced that there was no way Nissa would put her through that, they tumbled from her lips in a pleading begging whimper, broken by heated pantings. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>08-11-2019, 02:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Everyone was already engaged in their new assignments. It was hard to call it an assignment when it was pretty much a break from typical work and their daily routines. They were playing games, plain and simple ... Building up a review to be precise. Mateo could've hired professional reviewers, but this was different. His team needs to be able to bounce off ideas with Naught Otter's. Mateo's role was to make certain the entire project wouldn't stray too far from his own vision.<br><br>Mateo already strolled into his public office. A grand space with glasses from roof to floor at the opposite side of the door, with his grand desk a few feet from those gigantic windows. To the left side was a two seat couch, a lazy chair and a gamer's chair, with every possible console and controllers entangled in a web of wires under the shelves that held the flat SUHD 103" screen. His public/private testing ground for products that required a proper setting. This is where some of his most successful concepts came to be. Through a meeting and a presentation.<br><br>To the right side was a long desk with 12 chairs, one spacious enough for the leading heads of each department. Past it to the corner against the marbled wall was a stand of shelves that held a mix of games' cases and a plethora of magazines. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for one particular and oddly breaking the contrast of his office was a closet on the far right corner from the door. A closed that housed reading materials. Books, novels and short stories by renowned and obscures writers. Compared to the dominant hard wired presence of gaming culture, Mateo always believed that a spark of inspiration is easily obtained through the roots of storytelling.<br><br>Mateo closed the door behind him and went for the couch, slipping in a right side lean on the cushions and picked up a tablet off the coffee table on the other side. He began an aimless browsing of the day's happenings and updates throughout the world. Sleeves rolled, and slowly buttons of his shirt came off one by one while he took his time hopping from one tab to the other. A knock on the door disrupted his surfing, and as he glanced up at the door, he called out clearly unhappy about the interruption, "What?"<br><br>The door handle sunk down and Wilson's head popped from the door's frame, "Don't think I forgot you." He chirped with a devious flicker in his eyes. "I was hoping you would." Mateo rolled his eyes and gestured with his hand to beckon him, knowing what Wilson up to. His trusted and rather annoying assistant smirked and came in holding a smart phone in his hand. "I saved the best for you." He said playfully as he approached the CEO. Handing him the phone, and as soon as Mateo woke the screen, a game was already in view. <em>Trust your Heart,</em> the title read.<br><br>"And why is this for me?" Mateo said with furrowed brows and an inquisitive tone, to which Wilson replied with a lot of enthusiasm in his voice, "It's an interesting game. It's a social simulator. It randomly generates a scene and allows you to interact accordingly. So far there's over ten thousand original scene with its variations."<br><br>"Ten thousands?! Ten thousand scenarios for a dating simulator?" Mateo was both astonished and offended that his assistant picked him a dating simulator.<br><br>"A social simulator. You don't get to fuck every character. It's a masterpiece so get off your high horse and try it for once." Wilson feigned offense, though his genuine enthusiasm remained strong in his tone.<br><br>"Sheesh, Sorry. Maybe they ought to put you in this game while we discuss Empty Abyss." Mateo said, his eyes already focused on the game, contemplating the possibility of a simple app to deliver what his assistant just claimed. His hand began flipping through the menus to set the variety of options. When he noticed Wilson still standing with a wide grin, he lifted his face and shooed him with his hand, "Anything else? Daddy needs some privacy to get acquainted with his new girls."<br><br>Wilson rolled his eyes, a smile couldn't escape his lips when he turned on his heels and left the office, leaving Mateo with his new game that he thought was going to be a quick test to see what the game was capable of. However, those few minutes he thought he would put in turned into an hour.<br><br>The game was brilliant, short scenarios constructed over the simple concept of 'what if'. The character models were interesting. They weren't motion captured, nor were they cheap hand drawn animations. Hard effort was put into the graphics, as much as they put into the little stories included. Some of these simulations would end in a raunchy sexual scene, but what captured him was the surprisingly hopeless scenes. Scenes that would never have a positive conclusion. Remarkable in how they captured the essence of humanity in too many scenes. What started as a short side leaning session turned into an intent sitting-up-straight-hunched-back-staring-into-phone session.<br><br>He saw enough to put down the company's phone and reach out for his own and swiped to the text messages. Nessa's number came into the screen and he tapped with a single thumb a quick message:<br><br><em>How about an unofficial dinner to get better acquainted?<br><br>8pm The Black Forest, Saturday.<br><br>How does that sound?</em><br><br>He did not hesitate to hit the send button. He'd seen enough to want to know more about the minds behind such a fascinating project. Not that he didn't fancy seeing these two ladies again. Not that he wanted to see that fucking daring smirk of the blonde, or the reluctant resistance of the brunette ... Or their fucking smoking bodies that he struggled to not stare at them. No, this was a meeting because he enjoyed their game and wanted to know them better and pave the path for this joint project.<br><br>Trying not to thinking too much on the real reason behind his impulsive invite, Mateo already sunk back into the game. Then the random generator presented a scene ... Two girls, perfectly voluptuous ... and shared an apartment ...<br><br>This is going to be interesting.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>15-11-2019, 16:22:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Fuck.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Yes.</em><br>&nbsp;<br><strong><em>FUCK.</em></strong><br><br>Nissa could cum a million times and it would never be as sweet or as satisfying as the tiny sounds her girlfriend made just before she was made to climax. <br><br>The moment Becky started to protest, that she couldn’t believe Nissa would do the outrageous things she claimed, was when those quick kegels currently wrapped around Nissa’s fingers came into play. That wet cunt tightened around her invading digits, belaying the brunette’s cry of protest. <br><br>It only fed Nissa’s drive to give her girlfriend pleasure. Mateo himself could walk through their office door now and it wouldn’t have stopped the blonde’s hand from moving between Becky’s legs. Each curved push in and out of that honeyed hole was meant to drive her quicker and quicker to the edge. Her panting gasps only had Nissa’s spine straightening to get a better angle, a better look, at how sexy her partner was when in this state. <br><br>The phone sounded again in her hand as Becky’s palms covered her exposed nipples. At first there was confused curiosity on Nissa’s face as she looked down at the device. Then a devious grin spread across it and once more, she was turning the phone towards Becky’s gaze so she could see just who had texted. <br><br><em>How about an unofficial dinner to get better acquainted?<br><br>8pm The Black Forest, Saturday.<br><br>How does that sound?</em><br><br>“Speak of the very devil. Looks like he’s making the first move. Your naughty photos are safe now, my dear. I'll text him back later to give him our affirmative answer. Maybe then I'll show you off more... But for now, move your hands dear….”<br><br>When Becky complied, it was mere seconds before Nissa’s blonde head swooped in and captured her left nipple between her lips, sucking it in hard and tight while her hand let go of the phone, dropping it to the desk and freeing her palm to grasp Becky’s hip, keeping her right in place so those fingers that were deep in her pussy could continue their very-much-calculated assault. <br><br>Nissa’s tongue swirled around that turgid little bud in her mouth and she made a mental not to have Becky do the same to her later tonight when they got home. It was far too enjoyable and even though she was still fully clothed, and barely touched, Nissa’s own pussy was growing just as soaked as her girlfriend’s. The glow in her eyes when she flicked her gaze up to Becky’s would tell her that much. <br><br>The soft, vibrating groan around her nipple while she finger-fucked her, would also let her know how much she craved the brunette’s climax. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>28-11-2019, 05:41:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> Nissa was as relentless in the bedroom as she was in the boardroom and Becky knew well enough not to stand in her way when she spotted something she wanted. What she wanted, as it turned out, was to leave her girlfriend a quivering puddle on the office floor. Already a thin streak of juices had raced their way down her lush plump thigh and the air between the two of them was thick with the sweet musk of sex and sweat. <br><br>The blonde knew how to hold her in the edge, dangle her orgasm just out of reach like a kitten playing with a string, even as she changed her angle, fingers delving deeper and palm pressing harder, there was never a moment when she was at the mercy of the clever woman. <br><br>Breathless whimpers and stifled moans managed to work their way from between those plump lips, no matter how hard Becky tried to keep them together. To be as quiet as possible. The wet sloppy noises surely managed to slip out from under the gaps in the door and the whole office would know what she was having done to her. <br><br>Her eyes were glazed over, clouded by the fog of pleasure, so much so that she couldn’t focus on the screen as Nissa somehow managed to operate both the phone and the sopping pussy clenched fruitlessly around her fingers. She neither knew what the words said or cared much in that moment, moving her hands-free from her breasts and leaving white prints of them behind from where she had gripped them<br><br>Rebecca mewled, squeezing those devilish fingers as the blonde captured her nipple, rolling it between her lips, teasing it with her teeth and flicking it with her tongue and it was all the nerdy little engineer could do to grasp at Nissa’s shoulders for support and throw her head back. <br><br>“Oh… Niss… Nissa… I… I can’t…” She panted, her nails digging into the lovely high fashion blouse. <br><br>“I’m… fuck… I’m gonna… “ Her lovely features were aching with the concentration it took to keep herself on her feet, her lovely soft gray eyes clamped shut as the trifecta of her pussy, clit, and nipple sent her careening towards the cliffs edge like a car without brakes. <br><br>“I… I’m... “ she moaned as her thighs trembled and her body quaked.<br><br>“I’m… cumming!” Groaned, seeming to no longer care about staying as silent as the mouse she usually resembled. <br><br>Her head fell forward, forehead resting against the glassy smooth golden hair as her chest heaved, her hips rocked wildly like a horse determined to buck its rider off at all costs. The walls of her wet and used cunt spasmed, milking Nissa’s fingers, suckling her digits hungrily as she clung bodily to her girlfriend. <br><br>Her little grunts and moans sent waves of heated breath down the back of Anissa’s neck as Becky rode out the last of her orgasm, feeling the heated liquid trickle down her very unstable thighs, pattering softly to the carpet and her bunched up clothing piled around her ankles. <br><br>“Nissa…” She whined, panting heavily. It would be the only thing she would be able to say for several long blissful seconds as the aftershocks of her released timed perfectly with the hammering of her heart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 16:04:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>Becky’s rock-hard nipple was securely between Nissa’s teeth as the brunette threw her head back and worked hard to keep the sounds of pleasure from escaping her lips. The blonde sucked gently before grinning, but never releasing the sensitive nub. <br><br><em>“Oh… Niss… Nissa… I… I can’t…”</em><br><br>“You <strong>can</strong>. And you <strong>will</strong>.” She demanded urgently, her voice all but a whisper against her girlfriend’s tit. <br><br><em>“I’m… fuck… I’m gonna… “</em><br><br>Nissa gripped harder at her girlfriend’s hair and quickened the pace at her pussy just slightly. Not enough to slam into that precious cunt, but enough to keep the milliseconds of relief from happening between her finger thrusts.<br><br><em>“I… I’m... “</em><br><br>“Give it to me…” Nissa murmured, flicking her nipple with her tongue between words. <br><br><em>“I’m… cumming!”</em><br><br>Becky’s head fell forward against Nissa’s, and the blonde caught her quickly, wrapping her legs even around her thighs, gripping every part of her girlfriend she could tight as those curvy hips bucked and that perfect pussy was fucked gleefully on her invading fingers. Soft gasps of joy and gentle “good girls” were moaned against the brunette’s ear as Nissa gritted her teeth and didn’t stop fucking those strong fingers in until she was sure the orgasm had subsided. <br><br>Even after the tight, wet walls of Becky’s pussy stopped spasming, Nissa did not remove her fingers. She kissed the side of her girlfriend’s head softly, ran a hand up and down her back, smiled happily against her cheek as she let breathing and heartrates return to somewhat normal. “I love making my girl orgasm right where she shouldn’t…” <br><br>Only then, did Nissa remove her fingers from Becky’s soaked hole, gently sliding them out and cupping the sensitive mound with her hand possessively. Her lips moved to the shell of Becky’s ear. “I like playing with what is mine.” She said devilishly, then pulled back with a grin, bringing the sopping fingers up to her lips so Becky could see her give them a lick. <br><br>“Mmm….there’s no way desert at The Black Forest is going to taste this good…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>18-01-2020, 03:21:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div> It took more than a few moments for the brunette to open her eyes, the spots of her intense climax still popped and sparkled before them as she carefully leaned back, panting and feeling a few beads of sweat trickle down the groove of her spine. After several difficult blinks, she focused on Nissa just below her, licking her fingers impishly with as much glee as ice cream on a hot summer day. <br><br>Normally such a sight would make her squirm and blush, as most of what her girlfriend inflicted upon her did, but her mind was too fuzzy, too warm and marshmallowy to do anything as difficult as being embarrassed. Her mind was floating along on a tide of afterglow and before her poor brain could react her lush plump and glistening thighs gave a wobble and down she went. <br><br><br>She slipped down onto her knees, the fall slowed by Nissa’s own perfect form as Becky came to rest in a heap, legs folded below her, bottom resting in the nest of her jeans and panties. Even the now cold spots of her own juices barely connected, as they soothed the heated flesh resting on top of them as she leaned forward, glasses completely askew, and rested her head in her partner’s lap. <br><br>She wanted to say something, anything to show her appreciation. To tell her how much she loved her and how it never stopped marveling her how glorious it was to be so used by her, like a beloved little pet and plaything. How it did nothing but kindle her already burning devotion to her, but all she managed was… <br><br>“Thank…you…” <br><br>Her voice was deep, panting and breathless. Uttered thickly as her mouth had gone dry from the gasping and groaning. Nuzzling her cheek lovingly into Nissa’s thigh, Becky felt completely content and somehow even the intimidation of Mateo seemed miles away. <br><br>“Thank you, Nissa.”<br><br>She knew it wasn't much right now, that more words would come later, no doubt the blonde would see to that, but she knew that Nissa knew exactly what she meant in those two simple words. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>29-01-2020, 22:34:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>The Black Forest.</em></strong></span> An eccentric restaurant compared to the five star line up the city has to offer. An exciting locale for nerds, or as the owner likes to call them, fantasy enthusiasts. The layout, the menu and the staff all seems like they came out of a Lord of the rings film set. The food is amazing and sports a menu from most global kitchens. It felt perfect for something casual. And considering the project he's trying to woo the two women into, the place felt fitting. And the best thing was the lack of a dress code, so a Gandalf hat wasn't mandatory.<br><br>Mateo spend an uncharacteristic amount of time picking his outfit. For some reason, this little detail mattered this time. Or perhaps the countless hours he spent on NO's social simulator brushed off on him. He was impressed, a simple concept taken to a ridiculous and exciting extreme. If he had any shadow of a doubt about the capabilities of these gals and their team, it was cast off in a new light of appreciation and admiration. This is why he finally opted for an open collar black suit and a white shirt. He almost picked the blue shirt, considering his affinity to the color, but a touch of formality can reflect his intention of respect to his two capable and ... voluptuous guests.<br><br>He really cannot swipe away the image of these two women ... he way they handled his initial proposal, or the way they exchanged glances. He can't even imagine how this dinner will unfold, but one thing for certain, he was curious about the dynamic these women shared. These thoughts seemed to grow more intense just as he flicked on his engraved cuff links, sporting the M.A initials on a black diamond crystals. An item he customized personally after the first year of finding Abyss gaming.<br><br>Wilson will handle any emergency, though the likelihood of something to happen on a weekend was slim, but Mateo took all the necessary precautions. With only his personal phone which he used to text the assertive blonde, he made his way to the restaurant, and just as the clock ticked at 7:50pm he was being escorted to his usual table. One perched on the side, shrouded in trees. And the windows next to it decorated in old oak to give it a feel as if it was a portal to another world opening unto the bustling street outside.<br><br>Two empty seats parked opposite of him as he sat waiting. He already notified the Maitre' d about his expected guests. And for some reason, his heart picked up a pace in its rhythm as the minutes drew closer to their designated time.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>28-03-2020, 20:52:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://indulgeme.ie/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Louise-OReilly-Milk.jpg)</div>With one last look in their hallway mirror, Nissa smoothed a hand over her bright locks that had been drawn into a loose bun at the nap of her neck. Her smooth, curvy legs ended in a pair of nude wedge heels and the rest of her voluptuous body was encased in a red dress (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQhyd7P3GNWjPb1Jta53v3UPaOzSsDGAaGBUfbVwmgL4INPa6cGyyF2ctm7aDWb-i-yKqYvjqrVig&amp;usqp=CAc) with scalloped edges. It hugged her hips and dipped low enough in the front to tease with the promise of her breasts fully showing themselves. Shape tape took care of that possibility tonight, however. The Black Forest was a venue that required an upscale dress, but not so upscale that temptation couldn’t be hinted at. She and Becky had been there once or twice, saving it for very special occasions. Joining forces with the likes of Mateo Lucas and Abyss counted as definitely a special occasion. <br><br>Not that they had made a final decision on going into business with the man. Their afternoon had been spent discussing more intimate things than the business deal. <br><br>Licking her lips at the very recent memory and trying not to let the cat-like smile spread across her face, Nissa turned away and picked her clutch up off of the hallway sidetable that constantly served as a catch-all for the things they regularly carried on their person. “Did those shoes work, gorgeous?” She asked her partner in life, love, and all the things inbetween as she wandered back down the hallway. “I can help with the back of the dress if you need…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beautiful Poison</strong> on <strong>26-05-2020, 20:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>Becky resisted the urge to pick at her newly manicured nails as they gleamed with a fresh coat of nude lacquer that ended in white french tips. It would be such a shame considering all the work Nissa put into them and pampering her nerves about the dinner. <br><br>“No no.. I think I… got it.” <br><br>She struggled as she pulled the zipper up the form fitting black dress her girlfriend had helped her pick out. Dressing girly was not an area that the nerd usually excelled in.&nbsp; The outfit &nbsp;(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/351223450284720130/714896390928728093/unknown.png)had two zippers, one up the back and another along the front that was purely for show. It had taken her some time to hike it up but eventually she had managed to keep her hair from being tangled up in it. It settled in shamelessly snug around the brunette who felt equal parts empowered and exposed in it. <br><br>“... and I think I can manage the shoes.” <br><br>The shoes ended up being knee high boots that flared out, encasing her shapely calves in soft supple matte black leather. Bless Nissa because she had picked out chunky heels for her clumsy partner, knowing she couldn’t handle too much all at once. <br><br>She had opted to flat iron her usually straight hair for the occasion, adding a lot of high gloss product so that it fell about her face like a silken slick sheet only held open by the arms of her glasses. The silver dangling earrings glinted happily in the light of their closet. <br><br>“I’m ready now, I think.” <br><br>She stuffed her wallet into the pocket of her short leather jacket and threw it on around her shoulders and stuffed her arms down the long sleeves, the bottom barely reaching her ribs and she gave herself one last look over her shoulder in the floor length mirror. She hated to admit it, but she didn’t look half bad. <br><br>Becky tried not to think about what was coming up ahead, because every time she did her stomach flipped over forward and backward, making the tight dress feel even more uncomfortable. Sitting at a table with her girlfriend who sometimes intimidated her and Mateo who for SURE intimidated her. It was as terrifying as it was thrilling. Her thick heels echoed on the hardwood floor as she stepped carefully through the hallway into the living room. <br><br>“Ho..how do I look?” She asked, taking an awkward little spin in her outfit. <br><br>The smile that spread across Nissa’s face made Becky melt inside and it was a good thing that they were wearing the same shade of lipstick because the blonde surely would have ruined it with the force of the kiss she gave her followed by a firm swat on the rump as the pair locked their front door behind them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three Can Play That Game ((Formless, Beautiful Poison &amp; KieraJade))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Formless</strong> on <strong>29-05-2020, 21:09:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">However slow time was while he waited, it stopped the moment his guests came into view. Or probably time ceased to exist. It didn't matter. His eyes escaped his idle gaze to watch as the two approached the table. His mouth gaped for a moment, before he collected himself and stood up before them. Awe and fascination written all over his visage, just as his voice was laced with unbridled thrill as he welcomed them, "Miss Lepage, Miss Warren ... You look incredible." Mateo was known among his staff to shoot off compliments when he's overtaken with surprise or extreme fascination. What he'd seen waltz into his little corner at the forest was something far more breathtaking and fascinating.<br><br>The moment perhaps lingered long enough for the Maitre'd to reach for one chair to help the ladies into their seats, but Mateo put up his hand, "Allow me." He circled around the table, his eyes locked on them both. From their beautiful crowns of their hairs, to their toes, Drinking in the profile view, and even their rears. Helping each of them one at a time, in calm motions and firm holds on the chairs that betrayed the wild thrum of his heart.<br><br>When the ladies were finally seated, he went for his chair, sitting there, and barely aware the waitress already approached them. Everything phased out now that they were here. "I'm really glad you made it ..." He inhaled, and then picked up the presence of the waitress nearby, turning his attention to her for one moment to tell her the quickest words so he could get back to his guests, "The usual." She would deliver their finest wine. It was imposing to order for them, but they could interject. He simply wanted to engage them already. Not that he didn't want to examine the dresses they wore more personally, but those were just the thoughts of a man completely enamored by two sexy ladies.<br><br>Leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the arm rest while the other reach up to run his thumb and index against his beard. "I hope you don't mind the place. There's less papi's here and its more ... immersive considering our possible project ..." He didn't hide his grin at the pun he unintentionally said. But its true, someone of his stature was hounded by the worst group of paparazzi ... The gaming kind.</div>
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