Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 18:31:41</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>It had been so very easy to live this life. So very easy to go from shaking her ass for a few hundred bucks a night to doing a different sort of shaking for a whole lot more. She was thankful for Sam, that he’d found her. And in truth, she liked him better than most of the Hollywood types. At least with Sam, nobody had to wonder where they stood or who they were. As he was really quick to tell you all about what he thought. More often than not, he was right on the money with it. <br><br>Nicole had been at this a few years now, even managed to pay her own lease payment on the spacious LA apartment Sam had originally set her up in. She currently walked through that apartment, in nothing more than a pair of blue lace panties and matching bra. Her red hair was already done, professionally, and her makeup already applied. This was how she operated, who she was. What she wore now was what had to look the best. <br><br>And she spent a lot of time making sure of that. A gym membership with a personal trainer kept her lean, toned body in lean and tone. Every week she went to the spa for skin treatments, manicures, and pedicures. Several times a week she had her long red hair styled by a professional. For Nicole, spending time and money on her body, was investing in her career. It was that body that kept one of the four blackberries on her night stand going off on a consistent basis. <br><br>The ding of the alarm caught her attention, announcing the arrival of someone, just as she opened her lap top to check her appointments for the evening. Only one person had a key, only one person currently knew where the apartment was. Nicole was glad to hear him come in, especially since she had been thinking on adding Caroline into her business ... to take some of the load off. <br><br>“I’m in here, Sam.”<br><br>She moved from the desk. Her long, tanned body crossing the room in only a few steps. Blackberry in hand, she was always working. She replied to a text from a client, as she stepped into her walk in closet to decide on her outfit for the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 07:46:53</strong>
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				Sam Goldman strolled in like he owned the place, which was likely just a carry over habit from when he did own the place. Now Nicole was doing quite well and have taken over payments herself. He'd never asked her to, but it was enjoyable to see his less public project and talent find being so successful. But as he'd known all along, with a body, face and cold hard practicality like her's, it would be hard not to be very, very successful.<br><br>She had stood out a few years ago, not the tattooed up, crack junkie strippers his lesser clients always hired for any given occasion. Stood out, and soon became his 'acquaintance' at his events. She became requested often at those events, and so he really set her on the right path. Now that path was her own luxury apartment, all business all the time, and enough money to truly enjoy life. And Sam knew she was just getting started.<br><br>Sam watched her disappear into the closet, hovering over her phone. "You still using that old thing? Blackberries are out, Androids are in. Or at least that's what the damn kids I've been forced to hire tell me," he joked as he poured himself a scotch from the decanter in her kitchen.<br><br>He waltzed into the fancier of the bedrooms and took a seat, looking into the closet at her. "Ah, blue, always such a great color on you." He commented, but didn't stop her picking out clothing. The banter had become half the fun with her. Ok, maybe not half, but certainly part of it anyway. He got comfortable, sipped the 20 year old drink, and enjoyed the view.<br><br>After a moment of enjoying himself he smiled and spoke up again, "Got another little gathering happening at my place next week. I was hoping you might be free. And not just me of course...plenty of others have inquired if you might be there." Nothing about his gathering were little...nor was his 'place'. But for all his money, he never liked speaking of it. Just making a ton of it, and spending it on the best life had to offer.<br><br>Sam took another sip, and admired his friend, his bad habit, and favorite whore. Although he guessed that's never actually what she was to him....Sam never paid. He enjoyed all the perks because he maid sure she met all his friends and clients that would pay ridiculous amounts to fuck her. Sam could attest...she was worth ever cent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 08:24:07</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>"You still using that old thing? Blackberries are out, Androids are in. Or at least that's what the damn kids I've been forced to hire tell me,"</em><br><br>She grinned, even as she pulled one outfit from the rack, inspected it, and placed it back. <br><br>“I have six of these. They’re easier and more cost efficient to get rid of as I change numbers. Plus, you can’t get an Android on a prepay basis. You know, it’s too bad I don’t know one of those rich Hollywood types ... who might buy me an Ipad ... then maybe I could start a new filing system. Then you could over look my lack of technology in my phone choice.”<br><br><em>"Ah, blue, always such a great color on you." </em><br><br>Nicole peaked her head from the closet and rolled her eyes dramatically at him. She’d been about to pull out a short, off the shoulder blue dress. Instead, she stuck it back in and pulled out a short, black wrap dress. She hung it separately, on a hook near the door of the closet. <br><br>“You only compliment me like that ... when you want something from me, Sammy boy. Next you’ll probably tell me it brings out my eyes.”<br><br>Samuel Goldman had done a lot for her, more than she could ever repay. Thankfully for her, he found some sort of perverse pride in her doing well. Especially when he reaped the rewards for her success. Those rewards being that he drank her scotch while sitting in her bedroom, getting a free show as she pranced around in her underwear. But he was Sam, so it felt ... completely normal. <br><em><br>"Got another little gathering happening at my place next week. I was hoping you might be free. And not just me of course...plenty of others have inquired if you might be there."</em><br><br>“Speaking of your events ...”<br><br>He’d come here for a reason, he always did. And while he may be discussing the party at his home ... it really wasn’t why he was there. He could have called for that. It just so happened, that while he might be a snake and possibly not even the best looking man in town ... she liked him. And she liked fucking him. It was her way of giving him back what he gave her. <br><br>So she made her way to him, her eyes not betraying the way her body responded when he looked at her. If one were too look at her pretty face, they’d see a perfectly composed professional. Though if they looked between her thighs as she straddled Sam’s lap and placed his drink on the table ... they’d see something much different. Already, Nicole was wet for him. <br><br>“... I had Caroline Parish work a client for me. He really liked her, a lot.”<br><br>Her fingers worked his buttons with a practiced ease. His shirt fully open to her, Nicole ran her nails up and down his chest as she settled on his lap. She’d met Caroline at one of Sam’s gatherings a month or so ago ... so she figured he knew a bit more of the perky blond than she herself did. <br><br>“So, I was thinking about bringing her in ... full time. To take some of the load off of me.”<br><br>She leaned in, nibbling at his ear before moving to his lips and kissing him deeply, with tongue. As she continued, the words were breathed against his mouth, as she barely pulled away from the kiss to speak.<br><br>“She does it anyway, fucking her from one baller to the next ... at least this way, she can pay her bills.”<br><br>One hand slid down to massage his groin, the other to his chest again as she pulled away to look at him. <br><br>“What do you think?”<br><br>She stopped her caresses long enough to reach behind her and unsnap the blue lace. With a shrug of her shoulders the bra was off and she tossed it onto the bed. Her almost perfect breasts bared for him, as she wiggled her groin against his.<br><br>“And just what can I do for you this evening?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 21:30:11</strong>
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				He smiled at her response to having 6 phones, but 'wishing' for an iPad. Of course he'd get her one...or six. not like she couldn't do the same. Odds were she was so busy she hardly got the time to shop for electronic conveniences much anymore.&nbsp; Sam of course did not deny wanting something from her, but did no more then smile in response. It was obvious, both knew, what he wanted.<br><br>It was when she changed the subject, from his party to some new girl that caught his attention. Sam frowned, trying to recall some Caroline Parish from a month or so ago; not the easiest task in the world. He had several call girls over, no one as in demand or reliable as Nicole, but even she could not satisfy all his guests in one night. Finally, a light came on in his head, and he smiled.<br><br>"Oh yes, the perky blond little play thing!" He laughed, "You know some might take issue with her charging, as she never bothered to before." He was busying himself with fondling her tits, which with her in his lap were right in his face. He pinched, pulled and then sucked on her available nipples, while he thought about her suggestion. "I think she came in and tried to get me to represent her once..."<br><br>He shrugged, and stopped playing with Nicole's tits for the moment; instead looking up at her. "It's your business, if you feel like pulling someone in." Deep down he was glad Nicole was even thinking about this. Most the clients she took were spineless schmucks, but that never meant her way of life was actually safe. Working with someone who knew what was going on upped those odds.<br><br>Sam picked her up off his lap, and stood, roughly, but confidently leading her to the huge bed he knew was all for show. Getting started with her in his lap was one thing, but he never liked to merely get screwed...he enjoyed actively fucking. Which was why he bent her over the foot of the bed and pulled out his now very hard cock from his pants. With her bare foot, a rarity when he saw her, she was just a hair shorter then he, which made lining things up for this perfect...and he yanked her panties down just far enough to be out of the way. Were she to have those sky high heels one, she'd need to spread her legs pretty far to ensure he could even reach her, but now he slid right in; wasting no time at all in setting a steady pace.<br><br>"Just be sure you take a cut. She's got a lot to learn if she's going to go pro. Has the talent and moral qualities for your line of work, certainly, but not the smarts," he said without interrupting his steady thrusting in and out of her.<br><br>As he kept fucking Nicole, he was becoming more and more distracted from this Caroline they were talking about. Still, he managed a bit more, "Bring her with you to the party. She was looking for actress work, if I recall...but the only films she's likely to get into will involve the same sort of work you're suggesting anyway."
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:28:04</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br><em>"Oh yes, the perky blond little play thing!" </em><br><br>She could have sex with men who meant nothing to her. It was done readily and easily. Though, she always chose those she found attractive. Attraction came in many forms and Nicole was attracted to many different forms of men. Sam’s type, was one of them. What he lacked in looks or even height, he made up for in a great many other things. Confidence, he had in spades. Which made him even more attractive. <br><br>And it helped, that she enjoyed the way he conducted business. Especially when he did so while his mouth and fingers teased at her tits. That was her Sam, in all his glory. <br><br><em>"You know some might take issue with her charging, as she never bothered to before." </em><br><br>She thought about what he said, took it into careful consideration. As she’d had the same thoughts, but she also knew her clients. They didn’t just pay for sex, they paid for the experience. She could mold Caroline, make her become that experience. And it could help take some of the load off her, so she could enjoy a bit of free time now and again.<br><br><em>"I think she came in and tried to get me to represent her once..."<br></em><br>Nicole laughed, God love the man. Half the time he couldn’t tell you who had sucked his cock.<br><br>“And she gave you head that night.&nbsp; Or at least that's how you usually finish those sentences.”<br><br>Not that she ever expected him to remember who had played his ... tool for the night. There was no jealousy, no animosity. Not to say she didn’t enjoy a good bout with Sam, but they had no ties. Other than being friends. And she could do that without the sex. It wouldn’t be as much fun, but she could do it. <br><br><em>"It's your business, if you feel like pulling someone in."</em><br><br>She smiled down at him and arched against his attentions. She was ready for him already, ready to have him ... ready to have his cock deep inside her. Apparently, he was ready as well. No more comments for the moment, only a few purposeful motions as he sat her off her lap and they made their way to the bed. She bent over it easily enough, turning back to look at him over her shoulder. The sex was good, really good. But they were very busy people. This was a business meeting of sorts, even if it didn’t seem as such. <br><br>“Oh I feel like pulling something in ...”<br><br>And then it was in, her hands fisting in the thousand dollar comforter and her back arching as he entered her and started fucking her without further ado.<br><br><em> "Just be sure you take a cut. She's got a lot to learn if she's going to go pro. Has the talent and moral qualities for your line of work, certainly, but not the smarts,"<br></em><br>Nicole grinned again, even as she groaned and began the thrust back against him. She dropped her head to air with her efforts, even as she spoke. <br><br>“I plan to ... guide her a bit. But I think ... she could do well ... give the game some variety.”<br><em><br>"Bring her with you to the party. She was looking for actress work, if I recall...but the only films she's likely to get into will involve the same sort of work you're suggesting anyway."<br></em><br>Panting now, a thin sheen of sweat forming across her lower back ... Nicole smiled over her shoulder at him. The wet, smacking sounds of each thrust only made her want more. Her cunt was stretched tight around him, so tight that the building friction was almost painful. She loved it. No strings, no money, no nothing ... just sex. <br><br>“Was going to ... but ... I think ... ugghhhhhh ...”<br><br>A loud groan finished the sentence as she tensed and came, bucking back against Sam with such force he’d have to physically hold on to her. She coated his cock with her release, finishing her sentence only after she could breathe again.<br><br>“ ... I have several new clients. One I think would be perfect for her, and she him. Being as he’s new with doing business with me and she is as well, they might work perfectly together.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Guy</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 00:01:08</strong>
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				Sam really enjoyed their little chats...especially when doing so while screwing her. The fact things were so simple, just made it perfect. Nicole might be the closest thing Sam had to a stead lover...and that wasn't saying much. A girl he'd helped become a professional whore, and eventually befriended...but as close as he got non the less. He'd never married...not that a slew of gold digging wenches hadn't tried. Sam preferred the honesty of Nicole and those like her.<br><br>Not that he didn't enjoy the benefits of those others throwing themselves at him to get something. Like this girl Caroline they were chatting about. She had probably blown him, Nicole was right...he couldn't recall. Not once a party got going.<br><br>Right now though, he was enjoying other benefits, and could only nod his agreeing that variety and time off might work well for her. Not that she could see him nod, but that was unimportant now. He was grunting with each thrust at this point, firmly grabbing her hips and driving into her. Later he'd be fucking super models, actresses and anything else that came with tits and high fashion, and in odd places; but now it was nice to just plow into Nicole, naked on a bed.<br><br>When she came, and he felt her cunt grip him and he knew it was no 'trick of the trade', Sam was not far behind. But what really sent him over was her bringing up business of this other girl as soon as she caught her breath. He loved that she was such a slave to business as he was. After several more punishing thrusts, he groaned and pumped his load into her.<br><br>Sam fell back to the chair once he was done, enjoying the view once more. "That's fine, better even. Get her some experience before throwing her to the wolves. You know me...I just need my guest to have a great time, and talk about how amazing the party was. Beyond that...I don't care."<br><br>He zipped up, buttoned up, and stood to go. He slapped her ass and winked one last time before he turned to leave. "And for the record...yes, blue does bring out your eyes. Every man loves to see bright eyes brought out when you're blowing him." he chuckled, finished his drink, and walked out.<br><br>Sam washed the glass out before leaving the apartment, locking up as he exited. He felt great, and now totally focused for his next meeting. Some big shot movie star bitch thought she wasn't getting enough...and she was terribly attractive. Sam liked getting his rocks off before stepping into meeting with attractive clients that no longer needed to suck him off to get his services. They brought him the most money...but also were the biggest pains in the asses to deal with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 20:31:54</strong>
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				(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br><br>His grunts drove her every time to give him more. She was in the right business, as pulling these type responses from a man under no pretense was addicting. She couldn’t get enough. Not from Sam, not from any of her clients. For Nicole, to get paid to do something she’d find ways to do otherwise ... was a life worth living. Getting paid as much as she did, well, that was just icing on the proverbial cake. <br><br>She’d came, but never stopped fucking him back in earnest until he followed. His tight grip on her hips not allowing her to falter or to stop, even if she’d wanted to. Their meeting never stopped on her end, though she smiled when he didn’t immediately respond to her (other than his grunting). It meant he was enjoying thrusting into the tight confines of her pussy, that he was enjoying their fuck. For a man like Sam, who could have anyone ... that enjoyment gave her pride. <br><br>By the time he came and pulled away, she knew he’d collapse into his chair. She had taken to calling it his chair, as there was never anyone else sitting in it. Nicole knew though, as she always knew with her client, he’d like the view for a bit longer. So she stayed put, spreading her legs a bit wider, and giving him a very nice view of the mixed secretions that were now coating her thighs.<br><em><br>"That's fine, better even. Get her some experience before throwing her to the wolves. You know me...I just need my guest to have a great time, and talk about how amazing the party was. Beyond that...I don't care."</em><br><br>She laughed. <br><br>“Baby, I always make sure they have a great time ... don’t I? Even when I bring strippers, the guests enjoy themselves.”<br><br>The strippers she spoke of weren’t the sort of trash found scattered around the country. No meth club wanna be’s, Nicole knew the real thing. She’d been the real thing once. She had been amazed, however, that the young woman she was thinking of pulling in wasn’t a dancer. Quite the opposite. Not that it mattered, just a development she made not of. <br><br>She wiggled the ass he slapped before standing and turning, to blow him a kiss as he departed. <br><br><em>"And for the record...yes, blue does bring out your eyes. Every man loves to see bright eyes brought out when you're blowing him." </em><br><br>“I’ll keep that in mind, for next time. Especially if I find an Ipad on my desk tomorrow.”<br><br>She cleaned up, while she heard him leave. Waiting until the apartment was quiet again (as well as waiting on her heartbeat to slow) before picking up the phone to call Caroline Parish. She’d double booked herself tonight, so Caroline was going to get her first shot. A test run with a new client, though Nicole had faith the pretty little slut could handle it.<br><br>“Hey Caroline ... It’s Nicole ...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 22:31:08</strong>
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				<strong>Nicole Delane</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)</div>Nicole sat, curled on the couch, with her new tablet in her hands. If she kept Sam happy, Sam kept her happy. It was a business relationship that worked wonderfully, even if that relationship meant banging each other with regularity. She liked fucking Sam, if she didn’t she wouldn’t, but at the end of the day the key to their relationship was what he could do for her. He provided her security and clients, she provided him with a steady stream of hot ass to keep his clients happy. It worked, for both of them.<br><br>Her business was growing; enough that she was starting to imagine finding a young lady to work as her assistant, to help her keeps things running. It was becoming enough that on weekends like this one; she didn’t have to take a client. She was treating herself to a few days at the spa, courtesy of Sam Goldman. <br><br>Several ladies worked for her now, two of which would be working this weekend, both of which would pull in a pretty penny for their time. With her cut, Nicole would make bank for the weekend. Two new clients, too, which made her happy. <br><br>She was finger flipping through images of Bryce Pierce on her tablet. He was an attractive man; with his angular, sharp face and piercing eyes that were befitting his name. He was also incredibly wealthy with a taste for the finer things in life. Nicole respected that, just as she respected the way he conducted business.<br><br>She’d met him at a party she’d attended with Sam and found him delightful. His dominant nature was obvious, though his publishing business kept his outer edges polished to shine. She while she could feel it, know it was there, he was the consummate gentleman. She liked him and she knew just what he needed.<br><br>Lyla would be perfect for him; Nicole had known that almost immediately. Lyla liked sex, but more she enjoyed pleasing a man … being what he needed and what he wanted. She was feminine to the point of being girly and while she loved being pampered she loved being used. <br><br>Setting the tablet down and moving to her desk, Nicole began to make her arrangements. There were phone calls to made, the first of which was to Lyla. Lyla was, as Nicole suspected, delighted to have booked Friday night. She liked that about Lyla, the exuberance the woman showed. Especially when she told her that the gentleman was attractive. There was also a suite to be booked at the Hotel Bel Air; a nice, inconspicuous place that would suit Mr. Pierce’s needs. The price of the room was already included in the price she’d set up with Mr. Pierce. <br><div class="floatleft">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/suite2.jpg)</div>The email she sent him was impersonal, quite, and said no names. In fact her correspondence didn’t mention much at all, save for a time and place. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Hotel Bel Air, Suite booked under the name Nick Goldman. Your guest will arrive at 9pm. </em></div><br>No signature, nothing else. She knew the suite she’d been promised. It was sleek, long, with a great view of the city and a fireplace to separate the living area and the bedroom. It fit with what she knew of Bryce Pierce and Lyla Cross would be in awe enough to fully enjoy herself.<br><br>Her next details to arrange were a touch more intimate. Only in that she not only respected this client, but she valued her work enough to use it frequently. And she truly liked Andria Collins. She’d been a touch surprised when she and Andria had spoken of this arrangement. Not so much to find out that Andria enjoyed women over men, but that Andria would trust her enough to work with her. It meant, for Nicole, that her reputation was growing and she was well on her way to where she intended to be.<br><br>Andria owned Phoenix Photography, which Nicole used to keep head shots of her ladies for clients to peruse. This meant Andria was just as discreet with her clientele as Nicole was. Though their businesses were very different, she saw them as kindred spirits of a sort.<br><br>Deidre was perfect for Andria, especially in terms of making Andria a returning client. Women, Nicole had learned, were much more difficult to please than the men. It just meant she strove harder to make Andria happy, right down to hand picking the suite she booked for her at the Four Seasons. <br>&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/premierelivingarea.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/deluxesuite2nd.jpg)</div><br>The premiere suite had just the right touch of feminine tranquility and classic design. She’d enjoyed it herself, many times, and knew the staff to be as discreet as none other. She even made sure that a champagne service awaited the ladies when they would arrive. For Andria, she merely left a message on her voicemail. <br><br>“The Four Seasons, booked under Samantha Del, you guest will arrive at 9pm. Enjoy.”<br><br>It was that simple, two clients taken care of and she was done for the weekend. Or she hoped she was, she knew better than to think she’d make it all the way through two days of spa treatment without being interrupted. She had no doubt Sam would make sure of that <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 22:57:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div>Lyla was excited, just as she had been each time before. There was something exciting about getting dolled up; applying the makeup and silk before going to work. And it was work, it was her career. Just so happens that Lyla Cross’ career is sex. She was making a good living out of it too. In just a few weeks working for Nicole Delane and she had enough money to rent a nice little apartment near Beverly Hill, which was a lot better than what she’d had before. <br><br>The little apartment was sparsely furnished, but after tonight with Mr. Pierce she’d be able to splurge on furniture. She didn’t know much about Bryce Pierce, as Nicole hadn’t told her much. Lyla wasn’t the type to do research on her own, she preferred being surprised. She knew, from Nicole, that he was attractive and that he enjoyed feminine women. That meant putting on all the things Lyla loved. Right down to the white silk thong and bra, the matching garter, and the silk stockings. Over that she wore a short, figure hugging, black dress. Her full breasts left curves of creamy cleavage just over the low cut front, and her legs looks amazing in the black spiked heels. <br><br>She pulled her dark hair up off her neck and made sure that her eye make up was smokey. Smokey eyes to Lyla exuded sex and that was exactly what she wanted to look like. She’d spent time and both her legs and between were freshly waxed; though a thin strip of dark hair remained over her pussy, proof that the red was very much real. She smelled of lavender and sin a she applied the pale pink lipstick. Sin was just what she was looking for.<br><br>She took a car that Nicole had arranged to the hotel and received several appraising glances as she walked straight to the elevator. Nicole had given her the room number and Lyla had been to the Hotel Bel Air before. Like many of the others of its kind, there was more money spent in décor in the lobby than Lyla had made all of the previous year.<br><br>The excitement of being there, of making money, of sex and sin, had tightened the belly of the curvy redhead as she walked to the door. Nicole had said she would suite him perfectly and that Mr. Pierce would be a very enjoyable experience for her. Lyla really hoped so. With a deep, nervous breath, she knocked politely on the door and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 23:59:19</strong>
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				<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>Life was something to be savored. Sip wine slowly, eat dessert first, and make sure that every day was lived as well as it could be. These were all things Deidre Verosky lived by. She loved life, loved living it, and further loved sharing life and her body wherever and whenever possible. She loved men and women, though had found women to be more to her liking. She’d never before considered herself a lesbian and in truth wasn’t so sure she was. Bisexual seemed like too much of a stereotype. Deidre was a lover and connoisseur of fine things; she just preferred those fine things to have soft lips and supple curves.<br><br>In her mid thirties, Deidre had been married once. She harbored no ill will to her husband; they’d just wanted different things out of love and marriage. Deidre was a firm believer in sharing the love, spreading it freely. Her husband had thought it a good idea at first, until he’d realized that meant sharing his wife as well as himself. When he realized she was not going to stop just because he wanted her to, their split had been short to follow. <br><br>In parting he’d paid her well, mostly to keep his secrets, and she’d kept the power that his last name held. She’d worked since then, realizing men and women alike would pay for a woman with Deidre’s talents to share her love. So she’d been doing that, for years. Even spent time as a kept woman, until the monotony of that life had grown boring. Then she’d met Sam Goldman and he’d convinced her to help his friend Nicole grow her business.<br><br>Deidre knew she only had a few years left and Nicole was making money hand over fist. In order to stay away from her divorce settlement, Deidre needed to make hand over fist as well … so here she was. She liked Nicole, she was a smart competent young woman who knew what she wanted and that it took work to get it.<br><br>But she really believed in discretion. Enough so that all Deidre knew going in to her Friday night appointment was that it was with a woman. A woman who could afford Deidre, which meant she was most certainly a woman of means. A woman of Deidre’s caliber did not come cheap.<br><br>The Four Seasons was one of her favorite hotels. Deidre gave a polite nod to the doorman as she strolled through. She dressed in simple elegance, a black skirt and low cut red blouse. Beneath, she was decked out in swatches of red and black lace that showed off the time spent in the gym. Her dark hair was down and curled, her bright blue eyes lined for affect. If looks could kill, Deidre would be knocking them dead.<br><br>At the door she softened the smile and held her smart black bag before her and then knocked. Her last few appointments had been with men, Deidre marveled at how refreshing it would be to feel a woman’s touch tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 23:59:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>Everything had been arranged; the money had been forward to the right account, the suite had been reserved, the right girl had been selected and now all Bryce had to do was wait for her to show up and fuck her.&nbsp; It was a simple business transaction, one of countless that had been made to the world's oldest profession since the dawn of civilization.&nbsp; The business may have gotten more complex, more complicated and more laden with rules and expectations but the act itself had remained the same.&nbsp; There was nothing more primal and basic as a man and a woman screwing each other until they were both sated.<br><br>No matter how much spin Bryce and his associate and connection, Nicole, might have put on it, it was still just sex.<br><br>Bryce would never have admitted to it being so simple however or in such a rude, blatant manner.&nbsp; He was a man raised in the corporate world and he adhered to a gentlemanly persona that border-lined on being outright arrogance.&nbsp; It didn't matter if they perceived him that way because he always got the job done and he was handsome, rich and cunning enough to get away with.&nbsp; Born to wealth and prestige, Bryce Pierce had made the best of his situation and had quickly educated himself on the business of mass media and publication.&nbsp; He put other people's thoughts out to the world and their works brought him money, connections and publicity.&nbsp; Let the scholars and the thinkers of the age debate and bemoan the state of the world; he happily took a cut of their profits and lived proudly on it.&nbsp; There was no time to lament when he surrounded himself with all of the best trappings his considerable wealth could afford.<br><br>It was not to say that Bryce was a decadent hedonist but merely that he enjoyed the finest luxuries life had to offer.&nbsp; He was far too busy running one of L.A.'s most successful publishing houses to maintain any sort of personal life outside of the many dinner parties and quiet meetings he had with his powerful and connected clients.&nbsp; So, when the urge struck him to exercise his will over a feminine creature of beauty, he contacted Nicole and let her handle all the nuisances.&nbsp; He just had to sit back and wait for his pleasure of the evening to arrive.<br><br>The soft knock at the door meant that his waiting was finally over.<br><br>Bryce stood and buttoned his black suit jacket closed as he crossed the room.&nbsp; The room was hazy with cigarette smoke and smelled faintly of cloves and vanilla.&nbsp; The black rolled cigarette sat forgotten in an ash tray on the table.&nbsp; As he stood in front of the door, he took a quick look in a nearby, wall-mounted mirror and smirked.&nbsp; His dark, dapper suit was tailored and expensive, the only splash of color was the blood red tie around his neck.&nbsp; His dark brown hair was stylishly cut and his blue eyes were a sharp contrast to his slightly tanned skin and angular features.&nbsp; He was a good-looking man and he prided himself on his handsome appearance.&nbsp; He stood proud and filled with self-confidence; what man in his situation wouldn't?&nbsp; <br><br>With a faint grin of anticipation on his lips, he opened the door and let his eyes wander over the red-tressed beauty who stood before him.&nbsp; She was everything he wanted in a woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Classy, gorgeous and with a hungry look in her stare that said, <em>"I want to be fucked by you."</em>&nbsp; She exuded sex and sin.&nbsp; <br><br>She was perfect.&nbsp; <br><br>Bryce made a mental note to send a dozen roses and a little bonus to Nicole for delivering such perfection.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come on in.&nbsp; I have a bottle of wine chilling for us." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 20:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br><hr><br>Her name was Deidre.&nbsp; Andria gazed at the photograph, admiring her ethereally blue eyes and smoky black hair as much as had wanted to when taking the shot.&nbsp; Deidre was a beautiful woman with an amazing smile, sultry eyes, and a body that demanded attention in its most subtle motions.&nbsp; It had been that twist of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the luscious curve of her rump that wore back Andria's resolve.<br><br>Despite the left-leanings of the society she kept, Andria knew she could never live as she was.&nbsp; Her clients trusted her to be an objective captor of beauty, not another pair of leering eyes.&nbsp; For decades, Andria had managed to hold back her hungry hands and gaze from the fleshy angels who fluttered passed her lens.&nbsp; She had been nothing but professional with every client, no matter the job.&nbsp; It was this professionalism which had made Phoenix Photography the best in the business.&nbsp; The same could be said for the business she now waited to patronize.<br><br>Her anxiousness had made Andria blind to the luxury of the fine hotel.&nbsp; She couldn't appreciate the smoothness of the champagne, the soft weave of the rugs, the inviting comfort of the bed.&nbsp; All of her focus lay on anticipating Deidre, the woman whose company she was about to keep.&nbsp; Though she did not doubt Nicole's discreetness, it was her own boldness she feared would ruin the evening.&nbsp; It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed a lover's company, Andria grew increasingly concerned she would be too demanding of the woman who was kind enough to entertain her.&nbsp; Typically, Andria's taste in women sided toward fair, lithe girls whose innocence and loyalty were pure and treasured.&nbsp; After so long, she didn't trust herself yet to indulge in the fantasy of keeping a girl to win her adoration and complete trust.&nbsp; A beautiful woman of skill and patience would suffice, and Nicole had promised that in Deirdre.<br><br>Andria mussed at her curls again, hoping the stylist's work would last the evening.&nbsp; Again, she adjusted her stockings and bra, hoping vainly that her escort would find some pleasure in her and not just work.&nbsp; Andria knew she wasn't a young girl anymore, but she hoped that Deidre would find a woman nearing her forties as worthy of adoration and sexual service as any of her other clients.&nbsp; She paced the hotel room, wandering with her arms folded from the bath to the bedroom.&nbsp; When the knock came, Andria nearly gasped in surprise.&nbsp; She was here!&nbsp; Andria quickly returned the photograph to her portfolio, shoving the bag and its contents to the corner of the desk.<br><br>The door opened with surprising smoothness, and Andria peeked out.&nbsp; There she was, dressed as finely and glamorously as a movie star or a fashion model.&nbsp; Wordlessly, Andria stepped aside and invited her in.&nbsp; She made no offer or order, knowing that a professional of her caliber would move through the motions with an ease worthy of admiration.&nbsp; Andria knew she was not yet in her own element, and left the establishment of protocol to Deidre instead.&nbsp; The door closed softly behind the two women, leaving them in the privacy Andria had longed and paid well for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:25:55</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em><br><br>"Come on in.&nbsp; I have a bottle of wine chilling for us." </em><br><br>"Thank you, Mr. Pierce."<br><br>Her very first thought as she followed him into the suite was how very attractive he was. The second thing was that Bryce Pierce could school most of her clients on how to use their self confidence to exude sexuality. Barely more than a few seconds into the call and she already wanted to fuck him senseless. <em>'I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.'</em><br><br>The suite was as contemporary and sexy as he was. Smooth lines with sharp contrasting colors that matched the tailored suit and dark tie he wore. The view of the city from the wall of windows made it even sexier. Everything about this was sexy, she'd give Nicole credit ... the woman knew how to set a stage.<br><br>A slow shiver worked its way up Lyla's body as she took a turn around the living area and sized him up.<br><br>"It's sexy, stylish and sexy."<br><br>She gestured around her and then leveled her cool gray eyes on him. Her best "fuck me" smile and made her way to him.<br><br>"Just like you."<br><br>From the corner of her eye she could see the large, inviting bed. He'd brought the entire night, which meant they'd be in that bed at some point. Though Lyla was fairly certain they wouldn't do much sleeping.<br><br>There were some johns she prayed would only want an hour, others who bought the entire night and Lyla took payment upfront so she could sneak out before they woke up in the morning, and others she just flat out refused to service. Bryce Pierce was none of these things. In fact, he was a completely different animal. <br><br>"Though, I wonder if you'd look sexier a little mussed."<br><br>Closer now, she ran the tips of her perfectly manicured fingernails against the hair on the side of his head. The best part of her job was the lack of pretenses. He wanted her there for a specific purpse and she was there to comply.&nbsp; No games, no drama ... just pleasure. His pleasure. And she fully intended to take her own pleasure from every moment of it.<br><br>"Yeah, I bet you're a lot sexier all sweaty and panting."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:27:09</strong>
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				<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div><br>"Andria, isn't it?"<br><br>She knew it was, the questions was just a method of opening a conversation. Knowing how Nicole would have set things up, Deidre made her way to the flutes and champagne. He took a sip, slow, and savored the bubbly wine for a moment. <br><br>It was a pleasant surprise to find Andria one the other side of the door. She understood the need for discretion or at least could fathom Andria's reasoning. Tonight, however, wasn't so much about reasons. Tonight was about two women enjoying each others company. Whatever the reason for it being Deidre she chose to be with ... didn't matter. And that had nothing to do with money at all. <br><br>This aspect if Deidre's sex life her ex-husband was all to happy to oblige her. It hadn't been until he'd realized other men would be involved that their lifestyle had become a problem with him. Two women was fine, but sharing his wife with a man was not. Deidre so now gender, sex was sex no matter who it was she was having sex with the outcome was always the same. She'd loved her husband, but in truth she'd loved her overtly sexual lifestyle even more.<br><br>"You are a beautiful woman."<br><br>It was a low, flattering statement. Though, it was completely honest ... Andria was beautiful. After taking a slow sip of the bubbly wine, Deidre gave a slow smile.<br><br>"In my line of work I'm not often pleasantly surprised ... tonight, I am."<br><br>Andria possessed the soft, rounded curves that were all female. The sort of curves that Deidre wanted to have her hands all over. Even now, as she assessed the other woman, she wanted to have her hands on those curves. She gripped the champagne just a bit tighter as she imagined the way Andria's hips would feel through the fabric as Deidre ran her hands up and down them.&nbsp; Even more, she wondered how their lips would glide against each other before melding into the first of what she hoped were many sensual kisses between the two tonight.<br><br>Deidre gestured to the couch with a nod of her hand.<br><br>"Shall we sit for a moment? I'm afraid if I stand here just staring at you, I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself and start acting like a horny teenage boy." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 18:36:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>She certainly was a looker and a straight forward woman at that.&nbsp; There was no pretense to what was going to happen between them and for once, Bryce didn't have to wear the mantle of negotiator or diplomat.&nbsp; He was used to haggling deals, struggling to get his clients to work together and find a means of making a great deal of money off them once the deal was closed.&nbsp; Publishing was hardly the easiest business to work in unless you had the keen business-savvy mind of a CEO and the diplomatic, conversational skills that could make authors give into another five percent of a cut to market their books in a profitable manner.&nbsp; He rarely got the pleasure of being himself, of getting down to the business of fulfilling his own wants and needs over those of his clients.&nbsp; And now, with Lyla, there would be no pressure, just pleasure.<br><br>But, he was the one in authority and he had made that abundantly clear to Nicole when he had decided to call on her services once more.&nbsp; He was never to be the one put into a position of surrender or submission; it was merely not in his nature to let someone else hold the reigns of power.&nbsp; He was a man of importance and stature and such qualities even continued into the bedroom for such a proud and arrogant man like Bryce Pierce.<br><br>They were thinking on the same wave length and as she moved closer, her comments tumbling from those beautifully supple lips of hers, Bryce couldn't help but grin at the possibilities that stretched before them.<br><br>"Oh, I would say the same things about you, baby.&nbsp; But, let's not rush into such things so quickly.&nbsp; Besides..."<br><br>Bryce sat down on the plush, leather couch that sat dominant in the spacious suite's living room and crossed his legs with the rustle of expensive material.&nbsp; He looked up at her with an expectant grin, the dark lustful and domineering look in his eyes undeniable.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm the one who makes all the decisions tonight. And right now, I think you should strip off your dress and serve us some wine.&nbsp; It sounds like a good way to start the evening if you ask me." <br><br>And from the fire in his dark eyes, he wasn't asking her but rather telling her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 05:25:56</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"Oh, I would say the same things about you, baby.&nbsp; But, let's not rush into such things so quickly.&nbsp; Besides..."</em><br><br>Lyla grinned inwardly when he called her baby. The greatest part about her job, her life, was that when there was sex there was no other connection. She could walk in and tell him her name was Dorothy from the land of Oz and it wouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter because all that mattered was the sex.<br><br>His grin was returned as she watched him sit down. The look in his eyes told her this would be a game. There were a great many people that liked games with sex. The look in his eyes told her he liked the dominance game. That was fine with her. She liked it a lot more than she liked the men who liked being led around like dogs. For some reason, Lyla just couldn’t see herself respecting a submissive man. <br><em><br>"I'm the one who makes all the decisions tonight. And right now, I think you should strip off your dress and serve us some wine.&nbsp; It sounds like a good way to start the evening if you ask me."</em><br><br>Easily, she slid the dress off and stepped out of it. Her nipples showed easily through the thin white silk, the strip of hair between her thighs thin enough the white thong didn’t show it. The garter, well it was cute and for good measure she didn’t bother taking off the stockings or heels. <br><br>She’d had to fight rolling her eyes. In truth, she didn’t mind the game and the game could be really hot. But she was her own woman and this was about sex, she wasn’t about to turn into his slave or his maid. Sexually, she’d do whatever he wanted … but she wouldn’t humiliate herself for him. All too often she had to explain this to her clients, submissive didn’t mean slave. Not when it came to any Nicole’s girls.<br><br>With an elegant shrug of her shoulder, she poured him a glass of wine, and handed it to him before sitting on the couch with her own.<br><br>“I’m here for your sexual pleasure, Mr. Pierce, but not for your entertainment. In our arrangement I don’t expect much, though I do expect to be treated with respect. I do not enjoy being humiliated, Mr. Pierce … not even for <em>your</em> sexual pleasure no matter what decision you make.”<br><br>It was the same speech she had to give every other dominant john she’d ever had. It was sad too, that so many of them had so little respect for women. Which was probably why they were paying for sex in the first place. None of it was really Lyla’s business, she took a slow sip of wine. <br><br>There was an innocence to the way she looked that appealed to a great many of Nicole Delane’s clients. Innocent look aside, Lyla Cross wasn’t nearly as innocent as she appeared. She had a quick mind, to make it in her business she had to. <br><br>Fingering small circles around one lace clad nipple, she smiled sweetly over the rim of her glass at him.<br><br>“You can make all the decisions Mr. Pierce … as long as it's a decision we both enjoy the outcome of.”<br><br>As hot as he was, she planned on enjoying it a lot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 18:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>Bryce had to wonder just when asking a woman to get him a glass of wine without her dress had become a form of humiliation.&nbsp; He had had other call girls before who had been more than happy to fulfill such a request of service, often without much more than their stockings and heels on and they had enjoyed the simple game of dominance and servitude they had indulged in.&nbsp; It wasn't as if he was making her vacuum the suite before he fucked her relentlessly.&nbsp; Nicole had selected Lyla for him and he was beginning to wonder just what kind of woman Lyla really was... and if Nicole's assessment of what he wanted had been flawed.<br><br>But, one glance at Lyla in nothing but her lingerie quickly dispersed those doubts and drew a tight-lipped chuckle from the businessman.&nbsp; He reclined back on the couch, accepting the offered glass of wine and sighed contently.<br><br>"I think you misunderstand my intentions here.&nbsp; If I were to humiliate you, it would be far worse than making you serve us a glass of wine before we settled down to the business at hand.&nbsp; While I can understand that our business is just that, I do expect you to enjoy yourself as much as I do.&nbsp; This.."<br><br>He waved the glass of wine in the air dismissively before taking a sip.<br><br>"...is hardly a gesture of wanting to make you feel humiliated.&nbsp; If you feel that it is such a thing, then please accept my apologies and learn that my intentions are not as such."<br><br>Bryce's piercing dark eyes watched her face as he spoke, trying to read the emotions that were evident there.&nbsp; She had felt slighted and had elected to lecture him on the purpose behind their meeting.&nbsp; It was a speech he didn't need to hear but perhaps they were beyond the point of such words now.&nbsp; There was no need for any more conversations if it was merely going to draw out the woman's ire and prevent him from enjoying some well-spent money.<br><br>"Enough conversing then.&nbsp; Perhaps we should discard the pretensions and just get on with something we both can enjoy."<br><br>With that, he set down his wine glass and stood, closing the distance between them in a few strides.&nbsp; His strong hands went about her slender waist and he pulled her close, the scent of her perfume filling his senses.&nbsp; He breathed her in deeply, exhaling it in a sigh of contentment.&nbsp; She was the very picturesque vision of beauty he had wanted, although her attitude did leave something to be desired.&nbsp; He would have to see just how that changed once he got her into bed.<br><br>His lips sought out her own and he kissed deeply, the first stirrings of that brooding passion he had been holding back coming to the forefront.&nbsp; Submissive might not mean slave but she would do as he asked before the evening was out and their business concluded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 20:26:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br><hr><br>Deidre was a professional.&nbsp; Andria felt not much unlike how she hoped her models felt when they would meet for the first time, especially if the shots were to be nudes.&nbsp; She was familiar without being creepy, complimentary without buttering her up, and casual without losing any authenticity.&nbsp; Andria found herself disarmed by the woman's easy humor so soon in the evening.&nbsp; Sharing their sipped champagne, Andria already felt more at ease than she had expected.<br><br>Andria motioned to the bed, still considering it an innocent piece of furniture rather than the platform of purchased sex it was about to become.<br><br>"A teenage boy?" she repeated.&nbsp; "Well, at least if you drool over me and are finished as fast, we can spend more time watching wrestling or playing video games."<br><br>As they shared their laughter, Andria watched the other woman's body as well.&nbsp; She could see at admiring look in her eyes, a lingering gaze that was unconscious when looking at a beautiful object and not a habit one merely reproduced for money.&nbsp; The fact that Deidre might honestly be attracted to her surprised her in a way she hadn't expected.&nbsp; Having been so caught up in desiring her, Andria hadn't considered the idea that it might be a mutual attraction.&nbsp; The thought of another woman so openly admiring her in return gave Andria a shiver.<br><br>Andria paused, her gaze lingering on Deidre's curves, cleavage, and finally her brilliant eyes.&nbsp; "But I think I can imagine better uses of our time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 00:59:26</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"I think you misunderstand my intentions here.&nbsp; If I were to humiliate you, it would be far worse than making you serve us a glass of wine before we settled down to the business at hand.&nbsp; While I can understand that our business is just that, I do expect you to enjoy yourself as much as I do.&nbsp; This.."<br><br>"...is hardly a gesture of wanting to make you feel humiliated.&nbsp; If you feel that it is such a thing, then please accept my apologies and learn that my intentions are not as such."<br></em><br>Her brows shot up in amusement, as she’d said nothing at all about the wine. For a few moments Lyla was curious as to why he would think something like that. It had never been the wine, but rather the look in his eyes that had made her remember her little speech. In truth, she’d only given about half of it in the first place. What a curious man, Mr. Pierce was. She giggled inside, just a little, suddenly very curious as to how this evening was going to go. <br><em><br>"Enough conversing then.&nbsp; Perhaps we should discard the pretensions and just get on with something we both can enjoy."</em><br><br>Lyla laughed, the sound a little nervous as he closed the distance between them. The shiver that rolled up her spine was one of warning … though not of danger. A warning of desire ahead, a bell or whistle that told Lyla what she wanted was very close. She’d been kissed breathless on a number of occasions, but there was something in Mr. Pierce’s kiss that took her beyond that. So warm, so full of promise, was that kiss that before she wrenched her lips away she was whimpering. <br><br>“I …”<br><br>“… give the speech each time. Each woman has …”<br><br>Weakly, she moaned.<br><br>“… a personal set of rules. Nicole says to make those clear ..”<br><br>Then, she giggled.<br><br>“… but if you keep kissing me like that, I think I’m going to forget who Nicole even is.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 01:04:26</strong>
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				<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>Never missing a beat, Deidre flowed effortlessly to the bed when Andria motioned to it. She sat, quite comfortable on the edge and crossed her legs. Not that she was embarrassed or even noticed the bed. From her perch, it was far easier to admire Ms. Collins.<br><em><br>"A teenage boy?"<br><br>"Well, at least if you drool over me and are finished as fast, we can spend more time watching wrestling or playing video games."<br><br>"But I think I can imagine better uses of our time."<br></em><br>The familiar tingle started at the core of her body and worked its way outward. Andria was an attractive woman. But that fact wasn’t as arousing as the look she saw in her eyes now. Very slowly Deidre uncrossed than recrossed her legs. The brush against her sex added to the tingle. <br><br>She didn’t tremble, nor look away from Andria, as she leaned back to place the now empty champagne glass on the side table by the bed.<br><br>“I would have to agree.”<br><br>Effortlessly, with deft fingers, Deidre slid the buttons of her blouse free from the holes. First one and then another, over and over, until the red and black lace that covered her breasts and the creamy skin atop her breasts and stomach were exposed. She shrugged free of the shirt and gave a sensual smile. <br><br>There were times when she had to pretend to be aroused by the client; times when she had to make believe they were someone or something else. But this time, she desire Andria Collins … this time she wanted every inch of her.<br><br>“Though, I’ll happily take a demonstration of a better use of our time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 18:31:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>Perhaps communication between them had been lost in translation but actions would succeed where words failed.&nbsp; They came from two different worlds but they had been placed together by a very adept woman who knew her clients' intimately on a level that few ever would.&nbsp; Nicole was the great orchestrator of sex and sinful pleasures and Bryce had never doubted her abilities before and he was not about to start now.&nbsp; They were moving forward through whatever minor difficulties they had stumbled upon in the beginning and as she moaned out in pleasure, Bryce knew that they were both going to enjoy whatever came next.<br><br>"Mm, then consider her nothing but a memory for the rest of the evening."<br><br>He said this with a faint chuckle and by no means meant it in an offensive manner.&nbsp; He was fascinated by Lyla's boss and seen her as a respected equal, something that was rarely achieved in the eyes of a prideful patriarch like Bryce Pierce.&nbsp; Lyla had given her little speech and now she was melting under his passionate kissing.&nbsp; He had the desired control he had been wanting, lusting after and she would be the vessel upon which he sated his lusts.<br><br>Bryce's hands ran down the curvature of her back and grasped at the clasp of her white, lacy bra&nbsp; With a quick, practiced movement, he had it unclasped and tugged the garment down her arms gently.&nbsp; He stepped back, admiring her breasts as he stepped around her, as if appraising some piece of fine art.&nbsp; He came up behind her, his hands once more roaming over her beautiful body, running up her flat stomach before settling on those ample breasts.&nbsp; He cupped each one and squeezed them gently, the action and proximity of such a gorgeous woman arousing him to no end.<br><br>"God, you are just what I've been wanting." 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 20:34:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"Mm, then consider her nothing but a memory for the rest of the evening."</em><br><br>For Lyla, everything that happened earlier was already a distant memory. Nicole, the job … she’d forgotten everything but the money. Lyla wasn’t the sort to forget the money, no matter how amazing a kisser the john was. And this one was pretty amazing with his lips; she really hoped he was that amazing with everything else.<br><br>When his hands rand down the curve of her back, Lyla arched like a cat. The move left her body pressing even closer against Bryce. She wanted closer, she wanted no barriers, if he fucked like he kissed … well she wanted that too. So she kissed him, eagerly with tongue, as he slipped her free of her bra. <br><br>At the flick of his wrist her breasts tumbled free of the white girlish material; they were large but not overly so. Youth kept them high, firm, and a personal favorite of most of her clients. She watched him admire her, watched him take in the swell of her rose capped breasts, all the while a sense of pride swelled inside her. She might not be the most educated or the smartest young woman she knew … but she had a killer body. <br><br>When he stepped behind her, the anticipation heightened. It was always good, in Lyla’s opinion, to have a john that didn’t expect her to be wet from the get go. It was nice to have one who took his time about things. The redhead gasped when he reached around her and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples hardened against his palm and she leaned back against him. The moan that came next was low and seductive, the damp spot on the silk between her thighs grew larger.<br><em><br>"God, you are just what I've been wanting."<br></em><br>Another moan as her hands reached back. She needed to touch him, wanted to touch him, so she grabbed his hips and pulled his groin tight against her round, writhing ass.<br><br>“I … I’m … glad.”<br><br>"What else have you been wanting, baby?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 21:09:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>From the way she arched her back into his wandering touch, Bryce could tell that it wasn't just about the considerable money for her. It was about the earthy ecstasy of sex too.&nbsp; She was a feminine, sensual creature who embraced the more brazen, bold ways of her sexuality while tempering it with the facade of submissiveness.&nbsp; He didn't know if there was an actual desire to be dominated or a clever facade that she created so wonderfully well; it didn't matter as far he was concerned.&nbsp; She was everything he fantasized about and Nicole had delivered without fault.&nbsp; He was going to make sure that she learned just how thankful he really was.<br><br>His hands trailed over her back, touching and exploring each curvature of her gorgeous, fit body.&nbsp; There was something empowering about standing behind her, only a few millimeters of cloth and lace separating them.&nbsp; If he had his way, he would indulge in the sensation for a few moments before taking the rest of her clothes off and getting down the business that had brought them together.<br><br>Bryce's dark eyes were drawn down to her perky, firm breasts.&nbsp; He was taller than her by more than a few inches and it allowed him to gaze over her shoulder, enjoying the sensual sensation of her ass grinding into his groin. They were the perfect size as far as he was concerned and they more than drew his attention as he started to kiss down her neck and back, his teasing lips soon lavishing her shoulders with just as much eagerness as his hands fondled her breasts.&nbsp; Her proximity and her teasing words drew a groan of anticipation out of the CEO and he simply couldn't wait any more.&nbsp; His voice was a husky, whispered demand that burned in his own ears. <br><br>"I want to fuck you.&nbsp; Now, get on the bed."
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 07:06:36</strong>
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				<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div>Caroline had never been to the Beverly Wilshire, much less the Penthouse suite. The call from Nicole had been last minute, just before she was getting ready to go out on a real life date. That served as a conundrum for Caroline Parish. She couldn’t exactly call and tell him she had an emergency call at work. Especially since she’d told him she was a Nanny for some rich celebrity in the hills. It was unlikely her rather cute date would understand that she was a call girl.<br><br>The last guy she’d told that too had called her a whore. In truth, he was right, but the term had taken on such a derogatory connotation over the years that Caroline hated to hear it. Unless of course, the sex had gotten that hot and a yummy guy was growling it at her. She’d not had sex in awhile; her last two jobs hadn’t been for sex for real. One was accompanying a very single and very gay man to his cousin’s wedding so his parents didn’t think he was gay and the other client was a delegate from some foreign company who’d just wanted a blow job in his car and to cum on her tits. Both were an easy way to pay the bills.<br><br>The bellhop showed her up, all the way up, to the penthouse floor where she’d be meeting her client. A Mr. Joe Huntington occupied one of the penthouse suites. Set up, Caroline was certain, by Nicole. She’d learned Nicole’s business was becoming the premiere in town and it showed by the hotels she was booking. It showed, too, in Caroline’s checking account. Sure there was the occasional asshole, but the money more than made up for it. <br><br>She’d worn what she’d had put on for her date, just before calling him and feigning a horrendous stomach virus and solving her conundrum. Lying really did suck, especially to a nice guy, but she’d not had much of a choice. The money was just way too good to pass up. Plus, this guy was some sort of music producer, a famous one, surely he’d have connections. And connections were what this was all about if she took away the money.<br><br>Since the date had been casual, Caroline was wearing a short, made to look faded, denim skirt and a black silk cami. Since the date was intended to get her laid, she wasn’t wearing much else but a swatch of blue silk beneath the skirt. By the time she was knocking on the Penthouse door her nipples were already showing through the top. She wasn’t sure if it was from the conditioned air or the excitement.<br><br>At 26, her blonde hair and blue eyes gave her the apple pie, midwestern good looks of a young woman ten years younger. Her mother would say she was pretty and if he saw her, with her nipples hard and her ass almost hanging out of her pants her now defunct date for the evening would have thought her a hot piece of tail. She was hoping this Joe guy thought along those same lines. 
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 20:13:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br><hr><br>So many times, Andria needed to look away.&nbsp; There had been so many beautiful women, their colors and shapes spreading before her like an undulating rainbow of luscious femininity.&nbsp; Andria could never let her gaze linger, couldn't let her body grow lax and desirous.&nbsp; There was a sense of freedom that bloomed over her as she watched Deirdre undress unashamedly.&nbsp; As the buttons gave way and the blouse fell so effortlessly, Andria found an unexpected pleasure in simply allowing her eyes to stay on just what she wanted to see.&nbsp; In that room on that bought hour, Andria realized slowly that she didn't have to hold anything back.<br><br>The brilliant red and stark black of her bra paired with the creamy, smooth mounds of her breasts were too inviting to be enjoyed by the eyes alone.&nbsp; Andria's glass soon slid into place next to Deidre's, and she slid over the bed to nestle up closer as well.&nbsp; The subtle brush of their thighs together sent a vivid shiver through her; to be so close and uninhibited sent sparks all through Andria's body.&nbsp; Her eyes drank in the curve of Deidre's neckline, the tense line of her neck, the inviting gloss shining on her lips.&nbsp; Perspiration bloomed on Andria's bare back, the cooled air making her skin prickle.&nbsp; The whisper of silk on silk seemed a sensual sigh to her ear.<br><br>"It's, um... It's been a while," Andria confessed.&nbsp; "I could use a demonstration.&nbsp; Just a little something to get started."
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 21:35:08</strong>
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				<strong>Joe Huntington</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/tom-petty-11th-golden-heart-awards-05bMN5.jpg)</div>The suite was very nice but Joe had known it would be.&nbsp; There were privileges that came from having money and nice things was one of them.&nbsp; Things like this suite and the bottle of perfectly aged bourbon that had been waiting in it.&nbsp; Things like the pure silk robe he'd changed into and the luxurious armchair he was lounging in as he sipped his drink.&nbsp; Things like the all American beauty that he was waiting for.&nbsp; And as if by magic, there came a tap at the door to interrupt his musing.&nbsp; Joe rose and swept a hand over the burgundy silk before crossing the room and opening the door.&nbsp; He smiled and let his pale blue eyes roam the woman there shamelessly before stepping back and gesturing with his drinking hand for her to enter.<br><br>"Well hello there.&nbsp; You must be Nicole's friend.&nbsp; I'm Joe."<br><br>Once she was inside, he slipped the do not disturb card onto the door-handle and closed it.&nbsp; Then he turned and leaned his back against it as he took another sip.<br><br>"Why don't you fix yourself a drink and get comfortable.&nbsp; This bourbon is almost as exquisite as you." 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 23:34:18</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div>Having him behind her, feeling him behind her, was enthralling to Lyla. Of course, sex was almost always enthralling to her. This time, however, she didn’t have to imagine she was somewhere else with someone else. This time she was writhing against Bryce Pierce while his lips scalded down her neck. The skin in his wake felt as if it were on fire, burning and tingling all the way down to her core. <br><br>Lyla couldn’t help the whimpering moans; especially not once his hands found her breasts. She watched as the creamy pale skin disappeared and then reappeared beneath his palms. To be touched was sexy, hot, and made her want to do whatever he asked of her. Her nipples turned to pebbles, sensitive aching dark pebbles that begged for more. Every part of her begged for more; her back arching so that her plump breasts filled his hands and her ass still pressing against him invitingly, all of it her body’s way of telling him what she wanted … what she would do to get it.<br><em><br>"I want to fuck you.&nbsp; Now, get on the bed."<br></em><br>There was a rush of adrenaline from his voice, from what he said. That adrenaline propelled her around the half wall that separated the two areas of the suite and right to the bed she’d been thinking about not sleeping in. No, no, with the way he touched her Lyla had no intentions of sleeping at all.<br><br>Her long, dark red hair brushed across her back, the soft sensation against her warm skin added a strange element to her excitement. A reminder of her femininity, of the differences between she and Bryce. She was soft, warm, and female. He was hard, strong, and very male. She wanted that.<br><br>On all fours she crawled onto the bed, glancing once over her shoulder and plump ass before rolling onto her side and stretching out with a feline purr. Every part of her body hummed with anticipation, and the thin strip of panties the only barrier between Bryce and her body.
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 23:57:54</strong>
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				<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>The watching and the waiting were both part of what made the tease between potential lovers so intoxicating. Deidre was drunk off it already, even as Andria approached her. The other woman was so put together, so lush, and at the same time so intelligent and ambitious. On any other playing field she would find Andria Collins admirable and would give her the due respect. But on this one, this one the other woman was a body to loser herself in, a place to let got.<br><br>She wanted to teach Andria to let go, to watch as the other woman lost herself in passion and desire. To see her as something else, someone else, to feel and touch and experience what they could do together was the reason Deidre was so aroused, the reason she wanted to be here. <br><br>With Andria close, Deidre’s hands slid to touch, sliding up the remaining fabric of the other woman’s clothes. She let the fabric tease her, over the slope of Andria’s him, let the rush of silk move her to slid her knee between Andria’s. It was a desperate search to feel closer, to touch more and still all Deidre could do was smile invitingly and offer up what they were both there for.<br><br><em>"It's, um... It's been a while,"<br><br>"I could use a demonstration.&nbsp; Just a little something to get started."<br></em><br>Deidre inhaled sharply before leaning in to brush her lips across Andria’s. It was her opinion that a woman’s lips were so much more inviting, so much softer and made to be kissed. Just once wasn’t enough, so Deidre took it deeper, her tongue sliding against Andria’s to taste her. She moaned into it, moaned as her arousal built and between her thighs she dampened.<br><br>One, expert hand, slipped beneath the silk and up Andria’s thigh to clutch at her hip; the other hand, as Deidre rested on her elbow, levered ever so slightly to tease at Andria’s nipple. <br><br>She wanted this woman, desperately. She wanted her enough that her hips rocked against Andria’s knee, teasing her own sex with stocking clad leg. By the time Deidre broke the warm, leisurely kiss she was panting and her hand had clutched to Andria’s ass.<br><br>“More?”
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				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 20:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>"That's my girl."<br><br>His statement wasn't meant to be demeaning but rather a compliment, a masculine labeling of possessive appreciation.&nbsp; For the money he had paid to Nicole, which was a considerable amount, Lyla was "his girl" for the evening and now that they were settling down to business, he planned on showing her just how much that statement rang true with him.&nbsp; He was going to show her just how much he had invested into this meeting between them by giving into the lustful anticipation of fucking her.&nbsp; <br><br>Bryce stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes taking in every feminine curve, every alluring bit of her beautiful body.&nbsp; Every single inch was his to explore for the evening; in his mind, he owned her.&nbsp; He would never voice such dark, archaic desires to her but it was enough that such notions existed in his mind.&nbsp; He needed that sense of possession at the forefront, to know that he was the one in charge, the one who was directing the action.&nbsp; Bryce Pierce got whatever he wanted and right now, all he desired was Lyla.<br><br>"Turn over.&nbsp; Let me see that magnificent ass of yours again."<br><br>Bryce had always enjoyed the sight of a woman's behind, especially bent over the front of his desk but this was more than enticing.&nbsp; His hard cock strained against the fabric of his expensive trousers as he watched her, the sexual tension building and the foreplay only making it that much sweeter. 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:14:47</strong>
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				<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div><em>"Well hello there.&nbsp; You must be Nicole's friend.&nbsp; I'm Joe."<br><br>"Why don't you fix yourself a drink and get comfortable.&nbsp; This bourbon is almost as exquisite as you." </em><br><br>Joe Huntington, she knew exactly who she was. She’d roomed, for awhile, with several members of a famous local band. They’d never made it big time, but they were always talking about Joe. It was funny, to Caroline, she’d always approached a job praying the john was hot and usually found herself unimpressed and disappointed when he wasn’t some ripped, masculine Italian beefcake. <br><br>There was no disappointment here. Joe Huntington was somebody, a big somebody. What Caroline needed and wanted the most was connections. This was a connection she needed. It might not be the industry she wanted into, but the music business and the acting world had a lot of strong ties.<br><br>He was already in a robe, which made her job that much easier. A man that answered the door prepared was a man ready to get it done. And Caroline really enjoyed it when she was what was getting done.<br><br>“Yeah, you could say I’m her friend.”<br><br>“Though, I’d rather I be yours.”<br><br>She stuck her purse beside the settee and poured herself a drink. The large living area was spacious and clean. She liked that, she liked too that there were plenty of surfaces and places to play. In Caroline’s opinion variety was the spice of her life. <br><br>Turning to watch him as he leaned against the door, Caroline took a long slow sip of the bourbon. It was nice, with a elegant richness, but she’d never been much of a drinker. Even Nicole’s two drink minimum rule for working never really came into play.<br><br>“Am I exquisite? You’ll have to tell me what you think of me after you’ve experienced the whole package.”
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"That's my girl."</em><br><br>Lyla could only grin up at him. He was hot and he wanted her, it was becoming more and more obvious that he did each time she looked down the front of his pants. This time, she caught herself licking her lips even as she teased one dark, swollen nipple with her finger. <br><br><em>‘Fuck, I love my job.’ </em>And she did, especially when there was a rich, sexy man staring down at her like he wanted her for dinner. And he could have her, he’d paid the price already, but Lyla was pretty sure he could have had her for free. Especially with how he looked at her now, with how her panties dampened further. She wanted to preen for him, to stretch out and show him just how sexy she was, just how ready for him she was. <br><br>But he spoke before she could. <br><br><em>"Turn over.&nbsp; Let me see that magnificent ass of yours again."</em><br><br>Another grin and the curvy redhead did just that, rolling onto all fours as gracefully as possible. Beneath her, her breasts swayed seductively. Lyla tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him, wiggling her ass a few times. <br><br>Then she reached beneath herself and rubbed one finger over the delicate material of her thong. She brushed it up her slit before darting it beneath the material to caress her clit. The moan she gave was low and deep, arousal filling her eyes and making each breath almost painful.<br><br>“Do you like what you see, Mr. Pierce?”
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				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 19:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>He had never met a woman so ready to fuck in all his life.&nbsp; Lyla thrived on sex, lived for it and got caught up in the moment as readily as any man ever could, but she did it with a wanton style and grace all her own.&nbsp; It was the sexiest thing Bryce had ever seen in his whole life and as she rolled over, her ass in the air and started to touch herself, he gave up on the game and took what he wanted: her.<br><br>"Spread your legs, baby."<br><br>Bryce's fingers worked diligently to loosen the belt around his waist and his trouser were soon open and falling around his ankles.&nbsp; He stepped out of them, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers underneath that did little to hide his obvious arousal.&nbsp; His hands tugged them down and he moved away from the pile of discarded, expensive clothing, naked from the waist down. He discarded his jacket as well, tossing it casually on the floor and forgetting about it just as quickly.&nbsp; His cock was girthy, a large specimen that he was secretly quite proud of.&nbsp; It made women moan all the louder when he pierced their sex with it, driving it deeper and deeper with each pounding thrust.&nbsp; Lyla would be no different and the prospect made him grin wickedly.<br><br>Bryce loosened the tie around his neck but he did not remove, nor did he make any effort to remove his dress shirt.&nbsp; The impatience was too great and the lust too overpowering to wait any longer.&nbsp; Lyla had seduced him as thoroughly as he wanted her to and there was no point in pretending to be the reserved gentleman any longer with her.&nbsp; He became less refined, more primal and surrendered to that lust she was driving forth from him.&nbsp; He got on top of the bed and grabbed her thighs, pressing them apart just a little more.&nbsp; He came up from behind her and rubbed his thick cock against the silky material of her thong-covered pussy, teasing her just as she was teasing him.<br><br>"You want this cock inside you?"<br><br>His voice was a husky whisper of desire, the hunger in his dark eyes unmistakable.<br><br>"Tell me how much you need this cock inside you." 
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				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 19:32:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br><hr><br>Andria felt herself begin to brim with arousal as Deidre made slow, careful work of her body.&nbsp; Though she had only begun to trace the faintest outline of Andria's body, Deidre's gentle touch turned Andria on like a facet.&nbsp; The kiss and her caresses were purposeful and deliberate, inviting and shameless.&nbsp; There was no coyness, no false modesty here.&nbsp; Andria had no doubt that Deidre likely knew her way around a woman's body as much as a man's, and her initiative made Andria bolder.&nbsp; Her own tongue flickered out, dancing with Deidre's between the smoothness of their glossy lips.&nbsp; The soft scent of Deidre's cosmetics filled her senses; she leaned back, letting her lover adore her.<br><br>Andria's own hands began to explore as well.&nbsp; The other woman's warm curves seemed to beg for her hands to run across them, and Andria found her fingers rubbing along the feminine lines of her waist and then up to cradle the supple weight of her breasts.&nbsp; The sleek fabric let her hands glide all along her body, making their shared caresses fluid.<br><br>"More?"<br><br>The hypothetical question made her grin.&nbsp; Feeling Deidre's heat on her thigh, Andria grew a primal curiosity.&nbsp; There was one thing she had to endure almost every day as part of her profession, and her self-control, had anyone known her secret desires, was admirable.&nbsp; In modeling, nudity was as common an outfit as any.&nbsp; Andria had endured the sight of beautiful women in all forms of dress and undress, being dressed and taking off their clothes, and always she looked away.&nbsp; Always she averted her gaze or looked through them, biting back the undeniable urge to drink in the sight.&nbsp; <br><br>She jutted her chin toward the body her eyes and hands had a difficult time leaving.&nbsp; "Take your clothes off for me," she said, her voice growing husky and whispering.&nbsp; "I want to watch you undress."
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 02:00:11</strong>
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				<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>The response of a man, no matter the man, was almost always something she could anticipate. But a woman was different. Andria Collins was very, very different. Each sigh, each ripple of flesh, each and every taste as their tongues met, was something unique and different. The other woman was like a ripe blossom opening for her, even the slightest touch getting a response. Deidre was in her own little version of heaven; a sexy, beautiful, wondrous heaven. <br><br>And when the other woman started to touch her back, when hesitant hands started to warm against both exposed and non exposed skin … Deidre was practically purring. Between her thighs she was warm and wet, her nipples pressing tightly against her bra, and her skin already starting to flush. But no, it wasn’t time for release just yet … it was time to tease and seduce, time to drag Andria along with her into that seduction.<br><em><br>"Take your clothes off for me,"<br><br>"I want to watch you undress."</em><br><br>Deidre rose up, grinning, onto her knees. How many women had came before Andria’s lense on done this thing. It occurred to Deidre then how torturous such a life could be. So grinned, wickedly, and slid her skirt down her hips. She’d already removed her blouse, so now she went for her bra. With a quick, competent, flick of her wrist the garment gave way.<br><br>Gooseflesh rippled across Deidre’s skin as her nipples were met by the conditioned air. Her breasts were full and ripe, the pink caps pebble hard and begging to be touched. All of her was begging to be touched, she was here so Andria could do what she wanted … and she wanted Andria to do all of it.<br><br>With her thumbs hooked at the hips of her panties, Deidre gave a flirty smile.<br><br>“Will you take them off of me Andria … please?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 21:20:42</strong>
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				<strong>Joe Huntington</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/tom-petty-11th-golden-heart-awards-05bMN5.jpg)</div><em>“Yeah, you could say I’m her friend.”<br>“Though, I’d rather I be yours.”</em><br><br>Joe grinned and tipped his glass back to finish it.&nbsp; Sure, he was in decent shape for a man of his age but he wasn't vain enough to harbor any illusions about his looks.&nbsp; What he did have was money and power.&nbsp; While it might have bothered some men's egos to know that was what made them attractive Joe didn't really care why this gorgeous woman was here and ready to fuck.&nbsp; After all, Joe lived by the golden rule... he who has the gold makes the rules.<br><br><em>“Am I exquisite? You’ll have to tell me what you think of me after you’ve experienced the whole package.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh don't worry honey," Joe laughed as he pushed away from the door, "I've got no doubts that I'm going to enjoy every moment of the experience."&nbsp; He grinned and untied the belt of his robe as he moved closer, letting it part to reveal that he was naked beneath it.&nbsp; Stepping close, he leaned in to brush against her as he set his glass down on the table.<br><br>"Mmm.... I am definitely looking forward to the whole package.&nbsp; Good thing you're all mine till morning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 03:09:14</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"Spread your legs, baby."</em><br><br>Lyla grinned wickedly. Her creamy thighs spread wider as she pushed her knees out. The motion left her torso closer to the mattress, left her thinking of her it felt to be pressed forward against a luxurious bed like this while a man fucked her. Especially if the sultry sex she heard in that man’s voice was anything at all like what she heard in Bryce Pierce’s voice.<br><br>She watched, enchanted, as he slid first his pants then the dark silk boxers off his hips. His arousal sent her pride through the roof. If she made a man that sexy and that powerful hard … well, that was further proof she’d taken the correct job path.<br><br>By the time he’d made his way behind her, he’d done away with the suit jacket as well and loosened his tie. There was something sexy, to Lyla, about how he left the shirt and tie on … especially with his thick, hard cock peeking out beneath it. <br><br>“Mmm…”<br><br>The moan of anticipation was something she faked often. Only now, rubbing her finger across her swollen, wet clit … it wasn’t. She wanted that cock inside her and soon, she was wet for it.<em> ‘There isn’t a job in the world I’d rather have.’</em><br><br>The bed sank beneath his weight and she moaned again. When he grabbed her thighs and forced them further apart, she gave a mock gasp and her eyes widened. Though inside, inside she wanted it. Already the space between her knees forced her forward, just like she was wanting. <br><br>“Oh baby …”<br><br>The tip of his cock teased across the damp silk that barely covered the slick lips of her pussy. <br><br><em>"You want this cock inside you?"<br><br>"Tell me how much you need this cock inside you."</em><br><br>Laying her cheek against the coverlet, Lyla gave what would have been a practiced whimper any other time. Now, she wondered if there wasn’t more than a little bit of genuine desire. No, she knew there was a good bit of it. Each slide of the head of him across her sex and she was closer to begging.<br><br>“Yeah, yeah I want your cock baby.”<br><br>Her hips moved slightly, pressing her cunt against him. All she needed was the silken barrier to slide to the side and she could have him.<br><br>“Please, Mr. Pierce … I need it. I need it so bad I ache for it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 05:45:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>Bryce couldn't help but smile as she let out that first soft moan, the genuine lust that was coursing through her captured in an audible sound.&nbsp; God, she not only looked good but she <em>sounded </em>good.&nbsp; Every little moan or gasp was a symphony of wanton desire that only drove his own arousal higher.&nbsp; He had been with more than a few women but she was practiced in her seduction, in every little method and she did her job very well.&nbsp; <br><br>He had never been so turned on in all his life.<br><br>As she proceeded to fulfill his fantasy and beg for his cock, Bryce thought he was going to lose control right there and then.&nbsp; Here was this incredible gorgeous, red-haired woman spread out on the bed, pleading for him to fuck her; how could any straight man not give into such a perfect temptation?&nbsp; He was a man of pose and control but in that moment, control was the last thing he had for it was her who beckoned and he who answered.<br><br>"I hear you, baby.&nbsp; I won't make you wait any longer."<br><br>Bryce's rough hands grasped at the silk thong that hugged every intimate part of her and pulled it down her hips with alacrity.&nbsp; He wasn't going to waste any more time when she was as ready as he was.&nbsp; To hell with being discreet and sliding her thong to the side.&nbsp; He tore it off.&nbsp; He needed to fuck her that badly.<br><br>She must have enjoyed her job a great deal to work up a man so much and lay back and take it all like she did.&nbsp; She must have loved the fact that she could have any man eating out of the palm of her hand with just a few seductive words and that beautiful body of hers.&nbsp; Bryce envied her in that moment, craved the power she had over men.&nbsp; But, in the end, it was he who held all the cards.&nbsp; She was just some call girl and he was the rich patron who had bought her time.<br><br>But, damn did she know what she was doing and he loved every minute of it.<br><br>He tossed the thong on the floor and pulled himself closer to her, his knees tucked underneath him to give him leverage.&nbsp; His rigid cock parted her outer lips and his arms wrapped around her hips as he started to fuck her from behind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 21:58:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"I hear you, baby.&nbsp; I won't make you wait any longer."</em><br><br>She was thankful for that. The one thing that made her good at her job was how much she enjoyed sex. Right now, she was really enjoying the sex part of her job. Or rather, Lyla was really enjoying the build up to sex part of her job. She was trembling with anticipation and arousal. If he hadn’t told her to beg him for it, she would have anyway … she wanted his cock that damn bad.<br><br>A throaty, almost purring groan slid from her lips when he pulled her panties down and ripped them away. The silk was expensive, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the rush of pleasure she got from knowing he wanted inside her badly enough to not waste time or niceties on her undergarments.<br><br>As he slid behind her, Lyla was already moving. Her knees were spread wider apart and her hips undulating to beckon him closer. She needed cock, she needed his cock with every part of her being.<br><br>And then he was there, his arm around her hips and his cock sliding into her warm, welcoming embrace. Lyla groaned at the width of him, loving the pleasure filled pain of being so tightly stretched around him. <br><br>“Oh fuck …”<br><br>She didn’t waste time on adjusting, he didn’t either. Instinctively her hips began to buck and thrust back against him and her fingers tangled in the bed covers. Lyla needed that friction to build, needed it to build until she fell forward in a heap on the bed and came screaming. <br><br>“Fuck me, Mr. Pierce, don’t stop.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 22:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br><hr><br>God, her pussy was tight.&nbsp; She was ready for him long before he had thrust himself inside of her.&nbsp; She must have loved every minute of their banter, of his pseudo-controlling of her.&nbsp; His cock seemed a perfect fit too and as he started to build forth that steady momentum as he fucked her, Bryce wondered if she was not in fact the perfect girl for him.&nbsp; Nicole had done her work flawlessly and Lyla was just what he desired.&nbsp; How much closer to his dream girl could she get when she said everything he wanted to hear, loved sex as much as he did and bent over and took it like the submissive whore he wanted her to be?&nbsp; Bryce had never been so aroused in all his life and with Lyla, he had the means to sate that lust finally.<br><br>"You love cock, don't you?&nbsp; Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."<br><br>It was the entirety of the experience that drove him to such lengths.&nbsp; The soft sounds of her moaning, the smell of her musk and of their mingled juices, the beautiful sight of her gorgeous ass thrust high into the air; all of these elements came together to form the perfect sexual experience for Bryce Pierce.&nbsp; She was everything he wanted and then some.&nbsp; <br><br>He only hoped he was living up to her own expectations.<br><br>His rigid cock thundered in and out of her pussy, each stroke burying it up to the shaft each and every time.&nbsp; His lovemaking was methodical and practiced, measured and blissful.&nbsp; Everything about him was polished and refined; why wouldn't his rutting be?&nbsp; Whatever it was, it felt spectacular and it wasn't long before her client was straining on top of her, their crotches slamming together in a building rhythm as he started to reach that edge of sweet release.<br><br>"You better cum for me, Lyla!&nbsp; I'm going to cum!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Star Safyre</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 15:03:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br><hr><br>Without shame or modesty, Andria watched her disrobe.&nbsp; Her eyes lingered unabashedly on Deidre's every curve, taking in the smooth transition between her being clothed and her bared nudity.&nbsp; Knowing that Deirdre did so with the full intention of allowing her to see this nearly magical change and to enjoy the sight brought her need to vivid life.&nbsp; Her invitation to complete her disrobing was accepted with a sultry sigh and lidded eyes, the heady arousal plain on Andria's face.<br><br>Andria knelt in front of her, taking her panties in both her fists.&nbsp; Clawing them down to her thighs, Andria let loose a low sneer as she buried her face between her lover's breasts.&nbsp; The soft mounds yielded with feminine tenderness under her cheek, and Andria's mouth sought those pink, pebbled nipples with an animalistic hunger.&nbsp; Deidre's body heat and her perfume filled Andria's senses as her tongue and lips moistened and adored her lover's pert nubs.&nbsp; Her panties partially removed, Deidre's thighs were spread for Andria's hand to seek their way up.&nbsp; Cupping her cleft, Andria's fingers slid along Deidre's sex, feeling the slick hint of her arousal.&nbsp; She gave Deidre's pussy a few quick rubbing circles, enjoying the sensation of her pliable, moist slit.<br><br>"You're wet," Andria said, a low, dark humor in her tone.&nbsp; She lifted her head, grinning wolfishly and she parted her lips.&nbsp; Her moistened fingers brushed against Deidre's lips, inviting her to taste her own arousal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 22:20:34</strong>
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				<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div><em>"Oh don't worry honey,"<br></em><br>She wasn’t, not really; it was all part of the game. Confidence wasn’t something Caroline lacked. In fact, it was probably the one of the few things she had going for her: confidence and a firm, plump rack. <br><br><em>"I've got no doubts that I'm going to enjoy every moment of the experience."</em><br><br>He approached her and Caroline’s lids went heavy with lust. The were a power about him that rich and powerful men often have. It was an aphrodisiac to Caroline and women like her. There were those who would fuck a man like this for free, try to latch on to him and live off of his power and wealth. Those, were gold diggers. Caroline wanted the money up front. Money for sex, if he likes the sex enough then maybe a connection or two … either way, they would both when. He’d get the hot piece of ass, no strings attached and Caroline was one step closer to where she wanted to be.<br><br><em>"Mmm.... I am definitely looking forward to the whole package.&nbsp; Good thing you're all mine till morning."</em><br><br>She grinned, brightly before setting her own class down and sliding against him, all the way down to her knees. By the time she looked up, her eyes were wide with a well practiced innocence.<br><br>“Me too, Mr. Huntington.”<br><br>Her tongue flicked out across his cock, pulling the tip of the appendage into her mouth for a good, long suckling. When she popped him free, her cheeks were already flushing and her panties starting to get damp.<br><br>“Mind if I try out this package for just a little while?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:16:22</strong>
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				<strong>Joe Huntington</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/tom-petty-11th-golden-heart-awards-05bMN5.jpg)</div>He could feel her curves as she pressed close and slithered down his body and he liked each and every one of them.&nbsp; When she gazed up at him he smiled and his cock stirred in eager anticipation.&nbsp; The look and the way she teased and coaxed him were flawless and Joe groaned softly as she took the head of his cock into those sweet lips.&nbsp; He reached to grip the edge of the bar with his left hand to steady himself while his right hand moved to drift through her golden hair.<br><br><em>“Mind if I try out this package for just a little while?”</em><br><br>He smiled and continued to pet her hair.&nbsp; "I think I would mind if you didn't sweetcakes."&nbsp; He shifted slightly, spreading his feet a bit more as he curled her hair in his fingers to gather a handful and tug her mouth back toward his throbbing member.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 21:14:56</strong>
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				<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div>She gazed up at him, playful and willful, watching his face even as the tip of his swollen member bobbed in her face. She wanted to please him; for the money, for the connection, and because she wanted to watch his face slide into pleasure filled passion. The room around them seemed to get smaller, her cami seemed to get tighter as her nipples swelled, and the hand in her hair grew insistent. <br><br>Arousal hung heavy upon Caroline, heavy and warm so that when he urged her mouth back to his cock Caroline obliged. She sucked the top of him between her lips, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue as she suckled. <br><br>The call girl gave a gentle moan and took more of him, inch by slow inch, until her nose tickled at the base of his shaft. When she moved, she sucked desperately, and soon she worked a musical rhythm upon his cock her sweet moans accenting each thrust of her mouth.<br><br>She trembled with lust; her fingers sliding down between her legs to brush and tease against the tiny patch of blue silk that covered her pussy. She sucked him, stroked herself, and remembered exactly why she loved her job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 14:32:54</strong>
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				<strong>Joe Huntington</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/tom-petty-11th-golden-heart-awards-05bMN5.jpg)</div>His fingers curled, gripping and relaxing as she took him slowly into her lips.&nbsp; He nodded and a gave a low murmur of pleasure, enjoying the warm and soft touch of her mouth and tongue.<br><br>As she began to suck, bobbing her head up and down his cock and moaning, he leaned back against the bar.&nbsp; "Fuck yeah," he groaned as he watched her.&nbsp; The look in her eyes and the way she started to touch and tease herself.&nbsp; Nicole's girl's were the best because they didn't just fake it, they really did enjoy the sex and that made it so much sweeter.<br><br>He gathered a fistful of that flowing blonde hair and tugged playfully at it as his hips rocked to meet her mouth.&nbsp; There was something about seeing such a sweet and pretty face wrapped around his cock that he just couldn't resist.&nbsp; "I've got something for you... hope you're ready for it sweetcakes..."&nbsp; And without further warning, his balls tensed and he cried out as his load began to pump into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shakin' Hands ~ IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 23:33:35</strong>
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				<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div><em>"Fuck yeah,"</em><br><br>The words from his mouth with the type of response Caroline really wanted to hear. So when she did, she kept right on sucking up and back down the length of him and moaning as she went. When he tugged on her hair, the perky little blond sighed and sucked with even more vigor. <br><br>Her fingers began to rub with a vengeance upon the now moist blue silk, she couldn’t stop herself. Sucking off a man with that much sway in the music industry, with that much power, well there wasn’t much hotter. Not that she wanted to be a singer, but she was pretty sure he knew the right people to give her other opportunities … especially if she did him right. And she planned on doing him right and doing it all night long.<br><br>He was rigid in her mouth, forcing her heart shaped lips to open as wide as the could, her saliva starting to wipe the makeup from around her mouth and chin. But she didn’t stop, especially not when her own release started getting closer and Caroline started squirming on the floor beneath him. <br><em><br>"I've got something for you... hope you're ready for it sweetcakes..."</em><br><br>And she was, sucking down every ounce of molten cum that filled her mouth. Greedily, still sucking upon his shaft and milking him for everything he was worth, Caroline took his offering.<br><br>When he was spent, she pulled from his cock and rocked back into sitting beneath him. Her fingers were still primed on her trigger but had stopped, the blond whore keeping herself just inches from her own climax. She smiled up at Joe, his cum still coating her lips.<br><br>“That was nice, Mr. Huntington … I liked that a lot.”
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