Bull or Bare - IC
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Idlewyld on 22-09-2014, 00:59:26</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 00:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport<br>Tags: Entire Cast<br><br>Now let's not be hasty here. Constance loved her job. She absolutely loved it. Being a stewardess (airline hostess sounded so contrived) was the best thing since woman first discovered rocky road ice cream. From her first flight at the age of six, she had been enamored with air travel, and had worked diligently throughout adolescence to secure a position with one of the major carriers. In her career to date at United, now going on her fifth year, she had visited 326 cities, all 50 states, and as of last count, her passport carried the stamp of 63 different nations. She had over 1500 Facebook friends worldwide, and many of them she actually considered friends. She honestly woke up every morning looking forward to her day, which, as those in the working world know, isn't all that common anymore.<br><br>But then there were days like today. Days in which she looked longingly at the door to the 767 and walking out never to return. <em>Mid Flight</em>. First came the redeye from Sea-Tac to O'Hare. Redeyes are never pleasant as they are always too early, and flying west meant that even though the clock said 11:00 when she arrived, her brain was still saying eight. But in the end, it wasn't that bad - everyone was still asleep. The 11:35 from Chicago to Dallas-Fort Worth was a whole deeper circle of Hell. First of all, as one might notice, Connie's flight arrived at eleven, which was one full hour late, which meant a mad dash across the terminal simply in order to get to the gate on time. Then came the actual flight. The Captain who swore he could fly the plane one-handed and made very clear what he wanted to do with the other hand - at least until Connie suggested that if he kept it up, he'd be flying one-handed for the rest of his natural life. The gentleman in 34C who insisted on passing his time watching a racy film on his iPad, much to the displeasure of the family with three children in Row 35. And of course there was the lovely couple who had decided to make this the momentous day when they would enter the mile-high club. Which was all very romantic unless you were the one who had to fish the Manolo Blahnik clogging up the lavatory. And then be berated for the shoe being returned in that bright blue shade of toilet cleaner. It took every ounce of tact for Connie not to call the woman an idiot for wearing white shoes while pursuing pleasure in a commode in the first place. All she wanted to do was land, get out, and fly back home to Chicago where she could collapse on her own bed.<br><br>But it was not to be. People unfamiliar with Texas tend to think of its climate in terms of what they see in cowboy movies: hot and dusty. But that is only part of the story. People who live in Texas know that in fact it has four seasons: Hot, Hotter, Damn Hot, and What the Fuck is This? What the Fuck is This season came to Texas two weeks early, and as usual, the good people at DFW were not prepared for the ice storm. To be fair, it would have presented a challenge to airport personnel in more prepared Northern Climes - even Minneapolis or Boston. But such considerations mean little to people when they realize that every connecting flight out of Dallas-Fort Worth has been cancelled. Suddenly all the father on Flight 268 to Orlando can think of is that his family is getting to Disney World a day late; the businesswoman on Flight 637 realizes that she will not make her meeting in Denver tomorrow morning; the studmuffin on Flight 116 to Vegas isn't going to make it for his best friend's bachelor party. Multiply that by about a thousand (keeping in mind that DFW is American's main hub) and one might understand the scene that evening.<br><br>Ever the team player, Connie was more than willing to help out the gate agents in doing their best to book the stranded passengers to their destinations on still theoretical flights tomorrow morning. And also to find them all hotel rooms for the night. It was about 9 in the evening when the mess was entirely straightened out and the gate agent next to her gave her a grateful hug and a voucher for a room at the Airport Sheraton. She in turn handed him her cell number for the next time she was in town. Strictly platonic, though. Bob was only into redheads, and probably more importantly, only into men. So Constance found herself making a ten minute sprint across the airport, rolling her bag behind her, her blonde shoulder length curls flying everywhere, and her blue uniform in a very rare state of disarray just in time to slip into the Sheraton courtesy van as it was arriving on its forty-seventh round trip that evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 06:52:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name: Paige Larson</strong><br><br><strong>Age: 24</strong><br><br><strong>Occupation: Unemployed/Freelance Book Editor</strong><br><br><strong>Appearance: 5ft2 (157cm), slender, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes</strong><br><br><br>As she stood in line at the customer service desk waiting to re book her flight to Tucson, Paige wondered if today was worthy enough to be the second worst day of her life. She had woken up that morning convincing herself that everything would be fine if she just remained positive. By noon Paige found herself on her way to her sister’s wedding, dreading the questions from relatives asking why she hadn’t found a ‘real job’ yet. Serves her right for being a liberal arts major. <br><br>The plane took off Paige began to relax, <em>maybe this wasn’t so bad after all</em>. That was until the young boy behind her decided it would be fun to kick her seat for the next four hours. Irritated and with a headache, Paige arrived in Dallas that afternoon. The captain stated that the weather wasn’t looking too good. Paige, unaware of Texas’s crazy weather brushed it off; <em>how bad can Texan weather be?</em> Very bad apparently. Paige watched in horror as her flight went from delayed to cancelled. Fighting off other desperate passengers, Paige waited in line wishing she had just stayed home in Seattle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 02:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><strong>Age: 28<br>Occupation: Business Man<br>Height 6ft1</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Derrick Steele was not a happy camper. His flight was delayed then cancelled. Yet that meant the other side of the meeting couldn't make it either. This entire trip was a wash out it seems. Yet Derrick was hoping to salvage something from it. The Airline was going to set up the passengers of the cancelled flight in one of their hotels. Daerrick saw an attactive blonde woman (Paige Larson) in line in front of him. He leans in conspiratorially and says,"Well the good news is we no longer have to listen to that boy goon about the new pokemon game and kick the seat in front of him any longer." When she turned to answer Derreck would greet her with a friendly smile and a hand offered to shake. "Derreck Steele, fellow cancelled flight passenger. I heard they might give us a free hotel stay. And you are?" he asks innocently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 04:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br>Standing in line and waiting to get her hotel room key, Paige spent her time listening to a podcast with one earbud in, the other ear listening for the PA announcements. In reality Paige wasn't really paying attention to the podcast, she was too agitated to really enjoy whatever mundane topic they were discussing. While daydreaming about a warm bed Paige felt someone whisper to her. She jolted with a start. After the initial shock she began to feel irritated. She was not in the mood for airport chit chat. She was hoping to give a terse response and kill the budding conversation then and there as she turned around. Her anger cooled when she saw the tall, handsome businessman looking back at her and looking very smart in a well tailored suit. He offered his hand, a name and a smile. Extending her hand to shake his, she introduced herself, "Paige Larson. Nice to meet you. And they better give us a hotel room, especially after the time and money I've spent today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 02:48:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton<br>Tags: Entire Cast<br><br>The courtesy shuttle struggled its way through snow and ice and made its way to the Sheraton. Constance deftly debarked, rolling her suitcase past two fellow passengers initiating a conversation. Just as deftly, she made her way to the front desk of the hotel, smiling at the harried clerk. "Hello..." she glanced at the tag, "Isabelle. I'm Connie. Hell of a night, huh? I know it's been rough for you tonight. It's certainly been rough for me. But if you could get me my key as quickly as possible I'll get out of your hair and hopefully our lives can resume some semblance of formality."<br><br>Isabelle nodded and started tapping at the terminal. Connie didn't like the way the look of consternation suddenly appeared on her face. Or how it was replaced by too wide a smile. She knew that smile. It was the one you gave when you wanted to soften bad news. Sort of an unspoken way of telling you, <em>You're not going to like this, but if it makes you feel any better, you can imagine me naked while I'm saying this.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 06:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br>Paige watched as a pretty blonde flight attendant ran by her to the front of the line. Those were the perks of working for the airline. She was insanely jealous, she just wanted to get into her room, rip off her clothes and jump in bed. She felt like she could sleep for a decade after the day she's had. She turned back towards the handsome businessman, "So Derrick, what brings you here tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 06:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Derrick took&nbsp; the hand and gave her a polite businessman handshake. He also noticed Paige was not wearing a wedding ring. He shrugs and says,"I was here to catch a flight to broker a trade deal. Well my meeting is complete shot do to the flights being cancelled.&nbsp; Would you care to join me at the Hotel bar Ms. Larson? We can swap travel stories and friendly banter over drinks." As&nbsp; soon as Derrick was finished speaking the&nbsp; Stewardess Constance Meadows stood up and put on the 'Here comes some bad news' smile. Derrick couldn't see how&nbsp; things would get worse, but he didn't voice that opinion. Every time some one did things got worse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 18:33:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton<br>Tags: All <br><br>Isabelle cleared her throat a few times. Not a good sign. She actually had two buttons undone. Worse yet. Connie steeled herself for the worse.<br><br>"I'm sooo sorry," the clerk started. "We... well you know how hectic it is, so we... are... pretty full up. Actually there's only one room yet. The good news is it's a suite and we'll comp the minibar. Did I tell you we're sorry?"<br><br>Constance sighed. She <em>needed</em> that room. Tomorrow was going to be a special kind of hell as she would have to help reroute hundreds of angry passengers. That meant she needed a good night's sleep and a shower. On the other hand, the service professional in her couldn't just send the other people packing. It just... didn't feel right. Besides with her luck, they'd be on <em>her</em> flight and they'd remember.<br><br>"Look," the stewardess offered to the others. "The suite's pretty big and it's getting late. Why don't we just share it? As long as we can respect each other's privacy, I think it's the best solution."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 21:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br><br>Paige was considering Derrick's offer for drinks when she heard that there was only one room left. As the stewardess turned around and offered that they share the room Paige cracked. She thought she might cry then and there. <em>This can't be happening!</em> "How is this possible? There must be a way to figure this out!" She did not want to share her room with <strong>two</strong> complete strangers!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 07:09:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Derrick let out an audible groan at the news about the suite.&nbsp; To be honest he would of been looking forward to sharing a room with Paige. But also sharing the room with Ms. Meadows would mean practically no chance of romantic activities. Two is company and three is a crowd right?<br><br><em>"How is this possible? There must be a way to figure this out!"</em> Paige had said. In response Derrick shrugged and said,"They were not planning on the flight being cancelled, so the hotel got overbooked. Honestly, I'd rather share a room with you two then sleep in the lobby on a couch. I had that happen to me once in West Virginia." A thought about sleeping arrangements suddenly struck Derrick.&nbsp; "Constance is it? How many beds does the suite have?" he asked the stewardess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 07:00:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton<br>Tags: All <br><br>"Well... Derrick," Constance started after pausing a moment to try and remember his name from the conversation she overheard on the shuttle, "usually these suites have two main rooms - a master bedroom with a bed and a parlor with a couch that pulls out. So we can work it that way with us girls in one room and you in the other. If... um... Paige, right? Well if she isn't comfortable sharing a bed, I'm sure the hotel can have a cot brought up and I can sleep in that instead. Won't be quite as comfortable, but it'll still work out. The only problem might be the shared bathroom, but again, as long as we're careful with each others' privacy, that won't be a problem."&nbsp; <br><br>The stewardess looked expectantly at the two of them. However this thing was going to be resolved, she was hoping it would be done quickly, so that she could turn in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 07:38:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br><br>Paige suddenly felt bad. Here was this stewardess, clearly exhausted after one hell of a day, and she was still trying her best to help people out. No doubt she'd been yelled at by countless people today. To be honest it didn't sound too bad. Sighing she relented, "Fine, it'll have to do. It doesn't sound too bad and it's not like I have any other options." She couldn't believe it was coming to this. Either way this would be one hell of a story to tell her friends once she got home. She looked at Derrick wondering how he'd respond to all this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 01:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>With a grateful but exhausted, "Thank you," Constance took the keys and distributed them to the other two. She then led them to the elevator, rolling her suitcase behind her, and headed up to the suite...<br><br>(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/P1010052_zpsdeb12d6e.jpg)<br><br>Which was, all things considered, nothing to snort at. The beds were large and comfortable, both rooms had immense flatscreen TV's, the nightstands were decorated with flowers, and there were even mints on the pillows.<br><br>And there was a fully stocked bar, just as Isabelle had promised - comped for their trouble. Pulling a bottle of 2013 Alamos Chardonnay and three glasses, she noted, "I don't know about you two, but I really need a drink right now."<br><br><em>That</em> was an understatement.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 04:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><br>&nbsp;"Well then I shall take the fold out couch and you two ladies can share the real bed," Derrick said a nod. He wanted to add a joke about them&nbsp; all sharing one bed, but the tired look on their faces made him relent. Derrick simply&nbsp; followed after the two blonde women with his suitcase. He would offer&nbsp; to help Paige with her bags if she wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;When Derrick&nbsp; saw the suite he let out a whistle. "Well this is a fine room&nbsp; at least," He comments setting the suitcase down. The business man looks to Connie and says,"I could use a drink as well and maybe&nbsp; something to pass the time. Do either of you two lovely ladies know a game or something we can play?"
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				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 05:02:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br><br>Walking in Paige set down her suitcase. It was a nice suite. The situation wasn't too bad.<br><br>When Constance offered them drinks Paige smiled, "I've been needing a drink all day." Looking at Constance she said, "I'm sure you need it the most. Today must have been hell for you." <br><br>Paige sat down on the couch, glass of chardonnay in hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 06:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>Connie answered the questions by handing each a very full glass . "Hell and a half, actually, Paige. And in answer to Derrick, I got a game right now. It's called drink like a fish to try and forget all that happened today. No offense. You two seem nice. So if I have to share a room with somebody I just met, I'm glad it's you. But let's just say before I got here, things weren't pretty. Let's drink to that actually. To a good end to an otherwise awful day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 08:12:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br><br><br>Paige smiled, "Now you're talking my language. Bottom's up!" She downed the entire glass of chardonnay and poured herself another. "I just want leave this day behind me. Too bad I have a couple weeks of torture ahead of me." She said flopping back onto the couch.<br><br>Why was she dreading her sister's wedding so much? It mostly had to do with the judgmental questions her family would be likely to send her way the minute she got off the plane. Her family wasn't the type where everyone was happy to see each other after a long time of being apart. Her family was the type of family that wanted to know if you'd done anything useful with your time away. She remembered when she had told her parents that she wanted to study journalism in college. They had refused to pay for her tuition and had used her college fund to buy a yacht. Now here she was in debt and working as a freelance book editor in Seattle. She made enough money to pay the bills but it wasn't what she had gone to school for. She was dreading the questions about whether she had found a job yet and her parents telling her she should have just majored in something that would have guaranteed her a good job.<br><br>The cherry on top of it all was that she didn't get along well with her older sister. To be honest, they hated each other. Her sister didn't even make her a bridesmaid for the wedding. Her mother had been concerned about "what people would think" about their family but her sister hadn't cared. She had made up her mind and would rather have her bridesmaid's be former sorority sisters and high school "work besties". Paige didn't care either way but her father had put his foot down and threatened not to pay for the wedding unless her sister made her a bridesmaid. To be honest she wished that she could boycott the entire wedding. She could be in her Seattle apartment right now, curled up in bed with a good book and glass of wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 00:37:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Derricck shrugged&nbsp; and took a seat on the couch. He downed the glass of chardonnay like Paige did. He kicks his shoes off and relaxes. "It is good to sit down. I been on my feet so long they are killing me. I can only imagine what you go through in those heels Connie,"said Derrick.&nbsp; He pours himself a second glass of wine and&nbsp; sips this time.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 04:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>"Damn right," answered Connie as she drained the glass and filled herself another...<br><br>________________<br><br>The clock read 10:45 and two empty wine bottles were scattered on the table, with a third well on the way. By now, Constance was leaning back on the couch, shoes kicked off, jacket open, and sipping at glass number who knows how many. "So... here she is right? And I'm bringing her shoe from the toilet after she's made the thing overflow by joining the mile-high club, and she's got the... balls... maybe that isn't the right word here, to complain how the damn thing is blue. Can you believe it?" From the peals of laughter that followed, it seemed that maybe she had made some peace with the day from Hell, with a little help from two new friends and a couple of bottles of an old one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>14-10-2014, 08:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br><br>Somewhere along the way Paige had taken off her shoes, socks, and sweater. Now she was in a tank top and jeans, lying down on a couch and giggling at Constance's flight attendant mishaps. "They were blue?!?" she said shaking with laughter. A few moments later after the laughter had died down, "I think I'm tipsy." she looked at the other two trying to gage how they were holding their alcohol. "I was supposed to go to sleep the minute we got into the room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 05:52:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Name: Derrick Steele</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Derrick had removed his Jacket tie, and shoes. He was sitting in a chair across from the couch facing the other two. "Well I am definitely tipsy. But I suppose plans go awry Paige," &nbsp;he responds to her mention of going to sleep&nbsp; as soon as she walked n. You could see he had a pleasant buzz going, but wasn't annoyingly drunk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 06:40:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>"Soooo...." asked the blonde flight attendant as she leaned back on the couch. "If we're not going to sleep, what are we going to do?" The paused for a moment with a quizzical smile on her lips, as if an idea were percolating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>30-10-2014, 20:31:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Derrick Steele</strong><br>Tagging: All<br>"How about a&nbsp; game of some sort&nbsp; then?"suggested Derrick. He looked to Paige then back to Connie. It&nbsp; seemed Connie was thinking of something fun. The gambler in&nbsp; him spoke up. "Something with wagers, like&nbsp; Truth or Dare. I'm sure we can wager things besides&nbsp; money," Derrick added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>01-11-2014, 07:02:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>Constance looked Derrick up and down. And then glanced at Paige. "A game huh?" She slowly considered, looked up, looked down, looked around, and then nodded. And took another large swallow of liquid courage. "OK. I don't know if you two are in for this, but there's a game I learned at a convention last year that can be..." she searched for the right word. "...interesting."<br><br>The blonde sat cross-legged on the floor and began explaining. "It's called Bull or Bare. The way it works is this. We all take turns telling stories. They can be true. They can be false. But they've gotta be hot." She took a quick glance around at her roommates, gauging their reactions. "At the end of each story, the other players have to call Bull or Bare. If you choose Bare, you have to give up one article of clothing. Bull's a little more complicated..." She looked around again, a bit red, perhaps from the drink or perhaps from what was coming ahead. "If you say Bull and the story was false, you get to <em>take</em> something off him or her and then make a player's choice - which means you choose one person to take another item off another person - and you can choose yourself to be the one removing or having something removed. If the story's true, however, the storyteller gets to take something off <em>you</em> as well as take a player's choice. It's a little complicated so if you need anything cleared up, just ask. Otherwise, are you two in?"<br><br>Constance pursed her lips and gave a smile, which promised interesting things coming this evening. Of course her hands shook a bit too as she wondered if she was biting off more than she could chew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 07:34:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Britt-Robertson.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paige Larson</strong></span></span><br><br>Looking down at her discarded socks, shoes, and sweater Paige said laughing, "It seems I've already started, but yeah that sounds...interesting." She couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. Maybe it was because she was feeling a little tipsy already and therefore her judgement wasn't at its best. Either way the day had been crazy. If she was going to share a room with two good looking strangers she might as well have a little fun. She hoped she could handle what she was getting herself into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeth</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 17:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/8e/16/bb8e16ac8f7aa03d3c594d949798e199.jpg)</div> <strong>Derrick Steele</strong><br>Tagging: All<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Derrick perked up a little upon hearing about the game Constance proposed. When Paige said she was game to play that&nbsp; sealed it for him. "Well I am game then. So which one of us goes first?" asked&nbsp; Derrick. Now Derrick had some wild tales of hiss own, but he can hardly imagine what gems these two were hiding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bull or Bare - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idlewyld</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 18:13:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Constance Meadows</span></span><br>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton - Room 1569<br>Tags: All <br><br>Connie was quick with an answer. "Well, I guess I can start. That way the you two can get an idea of how the game's played. But first things first, since Paige is down to four right now, and fair's fair..." The stewardess peeled off her jacket and cravat, and followed that up with her stockings - black nylons - hiking her skirt up enough to give a good glimpse of her milky thighs before settling the skirt back into its original position. Standing for a second, she stretched up her arms, locked her hands to crack her knuckles, and set back down with her feet bent back behind her knees.<br><br>"OK - the good thing about working for an airline is that you get to see a lot of interesting places. Like for instance this one night, I'm in Prague with nothing to do until the next morning, so I decide to throw on my little black dress and explore the town. Two hours and three bars later, I'm leafing through the little magazine they give you at the hotel for something interesting and I stumble upon this category called sex clubs. So I'm thinking What the Hell is that and curiosity being an effective cat-killer and all, I go hire this taxi, show him the first address on the list, and after one really creepy smile, off we go.<br><br>"At first I didn't think too much of it. The place looked more like your standard large-scale strip bar than anything else. There's flashing lights and cigarette smoke in the air and they're playing this oversyncopated techno music with the bass turned up. There are like five stages with girls on them dancing around poles in various stages on the way to naked. Each one's got a handful of businessman-types holding out scrunched up bills to stick in their g-string or figure out some other way to get their thrills while losing their money. But their attention isn't really there. Everyone seems to be watching center stage. Hell, the dancing girls are busier watching center stage at this point.<br><br>"At first, I don't know why. It's hard to see what's going on past the crowd that's gathered around it. But the stage's elevated, so I soon get the picture. She's a pretty tolerable looking redhead - green eyes, sweet smile - and I like seeing a girl smile when she dances, nice curvy ass, probably a D-cup but a well-proportioned one. At this point she's almost done I guess - she's peeling off her panties to show just enough fire there to prove that the drapes match the curtains. I mean yeah, she's hot, but I still don't see what the huge fuss is about. <br><br>"Then she sees <em>me</em>. And she gives me this look like a lioness spotting a juicy gazelle. And she does one of these." Constance crooked her finger back and forth in the international gesture of come hither. "Well I don't know what to think of this, but she seems to want it, and the crowd's really enthusiastic, and like I said, she's a looker, so, like usual, I think What the Hell You Only Live Once and start heading over. The crowd really likes this, so with a roar, they lift me overhead and pass me over like it's a mosh pit, dumping me unceremoniously on the stage. She gives me a hand and lifts me up and says, <em>I'm Nadia.</em> So I say <em>I'm Connie</em> and she says <em>Dance.</em> So I start stepping and she gets behind me and takes my hips, instructs me <em>Like this</em> and starts them swaying to the beat. Fortunately I'm a quick learner.<br><br>"The crowd's now screaming and suddenly I'm feeling a little chill down my back. It takes me about a second to realize this is because Nadia's unzipped my LBD and is proceeding to work it down off my shoulders. Which, when you think of it, isn't all that surprising. What did I think would happen, right? Down the arms over the tummy, around the hips, and onto the floor it goes. Constance used this opportunity to trace the imaginary dress's path off her body with her fingers, to give some better mental imagery and a preview of what was to come both for the story and for the night ahead of the trio. "I step out and as she kisses me hard, whoosh, off it goes into the crowd - a souvenir for a lucky fan. Or maybe two or three the way they were fighting for it. I'm still dancing and her hands are all over me now and apparently I'm enjoying it because my nipples are two compasses pointing true north behind my bra - black satin if you're interested - and my matching panties are more moist than the German chocolate cake at Lindor's. Part of me's thinking <em>Whoa I'm in too deep!</em> and the rest is just screaming <em>Deeper deeper!</em><br><br>"Nadia's kissing the back of my neck and undoing my bra now. Off it goes into the crowd. At this point, you can't even hear the music above them. She gives me the temporary courtesy of a hand bra, but there ain't no hiding the fact that she's enjoying her trot around second, all the while grinding her D-Cups into my bare back for effect. We turn and fondle for a bit, engage in some connect four, and maybe a little more light kissing and touching for the crowd's benefit. I'm now getting into the swing of things, and again, her hands are all over - face, neck, hips, boobs, ass, thighs..." The stewardess sighs at the memory. "But I knew where this was all going, she knew where it was all going, the crowd knew, you guys probably know, and soon enough - there she is with her hands on my panties. I face with my back away from most of the throng, and down they go. Once again, they're off into the audience, and I turn around. There you are. American pussy. Yay - show's over. Hope you had your fun.<br><br>"But I'm wrong. Because she doesn't come back up.<br><br>"She <br><br>"Doesn't<br><br>"Come<br><br>"Back<br><br>"Up.<br><br>"Nope. She stays down there. And buries her face in deep. And gets to work with her tongue. And now I know what this is really about. Because as I collapse like a bowl of jelly into the floor, the crowd, which if you remember was just screaming at the top of its collective lungs seconds ago is now dead silent. The music's off. The only thing you can hear is me. And believe me, I am giving them their money's worth. Nadia obviously knows what's she's doing. She hits every spot with pinpoint precision. My clit never had it so good. Me, all I can do is scream OHGOD and OHFUCK in every combination possible. My only hope when I die is that the Almighty remembers that sex is one of his greatest inventions and what I was screaming was meant as a compliment to His fine work. I will never be able to fake it with anyone in that club that night because they heard the real thing loud and clear. I might be able to say the same thing for the entire city. <br><br>"It felt like Nadia was working me over for two years but in reality I probably reached climax in a minute or so. Not my finest hour on that point, but I think everyone will forgive me. She raised me back to my feet, to the accompaniment of thunderous applause, and we head back to the dressing room. Obviously I've got nothing to wear at this point but she's got an overcoat, which, while kinda kinky would get the job done until I'm back at the hotel. I try and thank her but she just puts her fingers to my lips and says <em>Next time. You come here. <strong>You</strong> eat <strong>me</strong>.</em><br><br>"Now I'm really looking forward to my next flight to Prague."<br><br>Leaning back against the couch, Connie waited a moment and leaned back on the couch, the smile to end all smiles gracing her face. "OK. There it is. What's the verdict? Bull or Bare?"
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