What Lies Beneath (Endorphin & Mith)
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				Title: <strong>What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:13:45</strong>
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				Lacey (http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo354/mithlomwen/rp%20art/Ladies/beautifulsexygothicgirl-Bellephotosexyfemmegothique.jpg) wrapped her arm more tightly around her waist, trying to hold the coarse material of her long woolen trench coat more tightly around her body and stop the rain from splattering against her bare legs beneath it.&nbsp; The fingers of her other hand were currently holding on tightly to an umbrella, it's black shape whipping two and fro in the wind, not doing her much good at all as the rain came down in sheets....sideways.&nbsp; <br><br>She hurried on her way, her booted high heeled feet scurrying along the dingy London sidewalks.&nbsp; The night wasn't fit for man or beast, and yet here she was, trudging her way to work in the pouring rain.&nbsp; It would help if she had a car, or money for a taxi, but she'd just had to spend the last of her cash to pay the rent before the landlord threw her out onto the streets.&nbsp; <br><br>With a sigh of resignation, Lacey continued on her way, thankful that the bar in which she worked was only about a block away.&nbsp; <br><br>A few minutes later, a very wet Lacey entered through the back door of the bar, shaking out her umbrella and tossing it in the bin where the others were stored, and then shrugged off her trench coat, giving it a good shaking as well before hanging it up on a hook to dry.&nbsp; Thankfully she'd had her long dark hair tucked up underneath a cap, so when it was removed from atop her head, the long inky tresses flowed down her back, the ends bouncing against her waist.&nbsp; <br><br>"Blimey Lacey...."&nbsp; A cute little blonde waitress exclaimed as she took in her partner for that evening.&nbsp; "Ye look like a drowned rat."&nbsp; <br><br>Lacy gave her a snarky smile, clicking her teeth at the petite woman, running her hands through her hair in an attempt to get rid of the 'hat hair'.&nbsp; "Well that's what happens when one doesn't have a swell boyfriend to drive me to work like you do Annette."&nbsp; She grumbled, setting about the business of setting up her station by the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well if you had better taste in men, you could have a swell fella."&nbsp; Annette chirped happily as she waited at the bar for the bartender to place her drink order on the tray.&nbsp; "Bad boys are fun and all, but they usually don't make good boyfriends.&nbsp; Well long term ones anyway...."&nbsp; The blonde said quietly, shaking her head at the brunette.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah, yeah, yeah...."&nbsp; Lacey mumbled, using her hand to make a talking motion.&nbsp; "I know, I know.&nbsp; But what can I say?&nbsp; I like 'em rough and edgy."&nbsp; The brunette said with a shrug, a saucy smile crossing her red lips.&nbsp; "Just like me."&nbsp; <br><br>She gave Annette an innocent blink and grabbed her tray, sashaying off to one of the tables in her section to see if anyone was ready to order.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endorphin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 16:46:28</strong>
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				Kyle Beckett (http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo354/mithlomwen/f4.jpg) was never the type of guy to care much about others. He’d been living by himself for as long as he cared to remember; and he liked it that way. Nobody to whinge and nag and tell him what to do. And certainly nobody to watch over the filthy habits he got up to, the events that occurred, or the endless line of random chicks he’d taken back to his apartment over the years for a casual fuck. It was just how he liked it.<br><br>When his phone had rung earlier that evening, Kyle had simply watched it buzz and the screen flash in front of him as he let it go to voicemail. He knew exactly who it was - it was Lacey. It was raining heavy, again; and chances were that she was more than likely calling to ask him for a lift to work. She was certainly a tidy piece of ass, though it bugged him that she was always after small favours for this or that.<br><br>He sat back in the chair and drained the first sip of the pint on the table in front of him as he looked at the steady stream of water run down the window pane. He was with a few of the guys down the local and they were watching Arsenal put on a display of skill – and goals – against a hapless Birmingham City and enjoying a few pints along the way. It was pissing down outside; he’d been working all day and there was no chance in hell he’d leave the game and the warmth of the pub so that he could get soaking wet and give that needy woman a lift. He figured that he’d just pretend that he didn’t have his phone with him when she asked. Maybe, if she was lucky and the rain subsided by the end of the game, Kyle figured that he might cruise on over to where she worked and give her a ride home. It was only a couple of miles away and he was pretty sure that the cops wouldn’t pick him up on his Ducati if he took the back streets over there. Hell, even if they did, he doubted he’d have any trouble blowing them off. And chances were that he might be able to take advantage of some of Lacey’s <em>appreciation</em> in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 02:19:05</strong>
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				Lacey went about her evening as per usual, serving drinks to the patrons while simultaneously dodging the occasional grope from various male patrons.&nbsp; It wasn't anything she wasn't already used to, and she'd become quite adept at dealing with the lewd remarks and touchy feely customers.&nbsp; She'd even learned how to play into both of those just right to earn herself some very nice tips from time to time. <br><br>Her standard work uniform consisted of black leather hot pants (http://www.pleasurewear.co.uk/main/images/15-100.jpg), the hem of which barely covered the pert curve of her derriere, and a black leather corset top that laced together in the front, and as tightly as she usually wore it, the corset only served to amplify her already lush cleavage, lifting the creamy mounds of her breasts just a little bit higher, giving the impression that at any moment they might actually spill out over the top.&nbsp; Plenty of flesh was revealed between the bottom of her top and the waist of the shorts, letting patrons get a glimpse of the soft creamy flesh of her abdomen, a diamond belly button ring glimmering in the low light of the bar to add a bit of interest to her mid section.&nbsp; She wore thigh high black stockings beneath her boots, the top of which came up halfway between her upper thigh and knee, allowing the patrons to see that she did have on stockings beneath the boots.&nbsp; <br><br>Lacey's thick black hair hung in soft waves down her back, the length of it reaching her slender waist, and she left it that way for the most part, save for when she was getting ready to leave and would usually pull the inky mass back into a ponytail so she could clean her station without it getting in the way, as it currently was now.&nbsp; Lacey was busily arranging her station at the bar for the next night, wanting to make sure that she had everything in order so that she would be able to just jump in and get to work without spending too much time getting ready.&nbsp; <br><br>A quick glance out of the window showed her that it was still raining outside, and she was not looking forward to trudging through the wet mess again to get home.&nbsp; Especially at one in the morning.&nbsp; She blew a wayward lock of hair out of her face as she finished the last of her preparations, her dark brown eyes scanning the stragglers at the bar to see who all was left.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd tried phoning Kyle earlier, but wasn't surprised that he'd not picked up, so she had to assume that he was either ignoring her or forgot his phone again, and either way it meant she was going to be hoofing it back to her place that night.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched with an almost wistful sigh as Annette's handsome boyfriend strolled through the door, with eyes only for the cute little blonde, walking up to her and greeting her with a hungry kiss.&nbsp; He was there to pick her up, just as he always was, and Lacey felt a pang of jealousy as she watched them.&nbsp; Her mind wondered what it would be like to have such a man, one that would dote on her and be there for her whenever she needed him.&nbsp; <br><br>With a snort of disgust, she threw her towel in the laundry chute, chastising herself for even thinking such a thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Get a grip Lacey.</em> She said to herself.&nbsp; <em>You are not the kind of girl someone like Paul would be interested in.&nbsp; You're not high class enough.</em> She grumbled silently, trying not to let her frustration and anger show.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi there Lacey."&nbsp; Paul said cheerily, giving her a smile and a wave before helping Annette with her coat.&nbsp; "Horrible weather out there."&nbsp; He said motioning outside.&nbsp; "You need a lift?"&nbsp; He asked politely.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, thanks but no thanks."&nbsp; She said softly, appreciating the offer but knowing that it was only offered out of pity.&nbsp; "I've got a ride."&nbsp; She lied with a smile, glowering at Annette before she could say anything.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright then."&nbsp; He said with a nod.&nbsp; "Have a good night."&nbsp; <br><br>"You too."&nbsp; She replied with a sigh and watched them leave, leaving just herself and the bartender and what few stragglers remained.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endorphin</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 14:11:16</strong>
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				Annette and Paul had barely been gone five minutes before the Kyle arrived. The whining sound of the Ducati clearly heard on the street as he shifted down the gears and brought the bike to an abrupt halt outside the establishment where Lacey worked. Parking was relatively easy to find this time of night; and he had little trouble securing a spot that was only a short distance from the entrance from the place. He backed the slick, black bike rearwards in towards the curb and flicked the stand up with a heavy black boot before hopping off and onto the street. The rain had eased considerably to the more common, miserable&nbsp; London drizzle by this time, though Kyle had managed to keep dry by the speed of the wind against him and mostly through the benefit of the weatherproof lining to his jacket.<br><br>He took off the helmet to reveal a set of blasting earphones from his iPhone and a fairly handsome, if somewhat rugged, face which had seen more than the occasional brawl on the streets of London or in the ring - with fairly angular features, heavy eyebrows, fairly short, spiked, dirty brown hair and several days’ growth, which was usually a common element of his often disheveled appearance. Though he had a solid, athletic frame and obviously kept himself in prime shape through regular fight events and routine workouts at the local gym, he had a complacent demeanor about him – not really caring a whole lot about what other people thought, and a certain edginess which often reared its head when things didn’t quite turn out his way.<br><br>This was an ok night, though, and Kyle was in a pretty good mood as he strode into the bar with his helmet hanging loosely in his left hand despite the numerous warning’s Lacey’s manager had given him about bringing it inside. He didn’t give a shit about what the manager thought and really couldn’t be bothered securing it to his bike or leaving it outside to get wet, so just brought it in with him each time and usually dropped it onto the counter as he ordered a drink. Tonight was no different.<br><br>Lacey was, no doubt, off cleaning or clearing something, so he pulled up a chair near the bar and engaged in a brief conversation with the other man – a guy who, despite Kyle having spoken to him on at least half a dozen separate occasions, could never remember his name. “Hey mate. Alright? Lacey still around is she?”<br><br>When he received an affirmative answer, he ordered a Jack Daniels and Coke to keep himself occupied for the moment, and took a drink as he sat and fidgeted and looked around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 01:24:13</strong>
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				The bartender nodded to Kyle, motioning his head toward the back and went on about his business, trying to ignore the man as best as he could.&nbsp; He was cordial enough to him, but he didn't like the man, and couldn't understand for the life of him what Lacey saw in him.&nbsp; <br><br>Having finally finished up for the night, Lacey came back out into the bar area, intent on grabbing her coat and other belongings and begin the trek home.&nbsp; She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Kyle, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.&nbsp; Heavens above she would never get over just how handsome he was.&nbsp; All thick and muscled, with a ruggedly handsome face.&nbsp; Her stomach did flip flops every time she was near him, and despite wanting to be mad at him, she felt her knees go weak when he looked at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, well, well...."&nbsp; She drolled sarcastically, brushing by him on her way to grab her things.&nbsp; "Look what the cat dragged in."&nbsp; She kept her back to him while she attempted to get hold of her runaway hormones, not wanting to face him and let him melt away her reserve with one of those wicked smiles of his.&nbsp; "I tried calling you earlier."&nbsp; Lacey said in a clipped tone, wanting him to know that she knew he was most likely ignoring her, and now that he was done with whatever it was he came looking for her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endorphin</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 12:11:30</strong>
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				If the man was ignoring him, Kyle didn’t really notice. The thought didn’t occur to him that the bartender might just be making busy work whenever he was around in order to specifically ignore him, though he didn’t really care; nor would his attitude be likely to change if he knew. Instead, he just sat there with his drink, casually observing the room without saying a whole lot until he spun around when he noticed Lacey enter the room. “Hey. Babe. How’s your night been?” He asked her with the kind of innocent charm he’d managed to develop over the years.<br><br>He watched her as she went about her business of giving him her back and brushing past without stopping for so much as a welcoming kiss as she gathered her things; dropping a snide remark here and there just to make sure he understood her point. “Yeah. I, uh... didn’t notice you’d called until later... it was pretty noisy where I was, so I must’ve missed your call... I figured I’d just cruise over here and see how you were gettin’ on. See if you might want a lift or something.”<br><br>Lacey was hot. No doubt about it. She had that kind of raw sexual magnetism and an incredibly tight little body that made him lust for her – even more so when she was a little bit angry. He found it both alluring and a little bit cute at the same time. Though his offer was sincere. All kinds of things could happen on the streets this time of night. And besides, he didn’t want her getting all cold and wet on the way home.<br><br>“So, you wanna ride?” He held up the helmet for show, just in case she hadn’t noticed in sitting on the top of the bar. “I brought the bike.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 14:19:26</strong>
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				Still facing away from him, Lacey bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes.&nbsp; Oh gods....the bike.&nbsp; She had to stifle the small moan that threatened to rumble up from her chest at the thought of riding that bike with him.&nbsp; Sweet heavens how she loved to sit astride that machine and wrap herself around his muscular body.&nbsp; It was fast and dangerous....just like him....and heaven help her she was a complete and utter sucker for both.&nbsp; <br><br>He was being very sweet to her at the moment, laying the boyish charm on thick, and despite not wanting to give in, Lacey felt her resolve crumbling.&nbsp; He hadn't been ignoring her, or so he said, just hadn't heard the phone ring.&nbsp; She knew the places he tended to hang out, so that was actually a pretty good excuse.&nbsp; He was there now wasn't he?&nbsp; That had to count for something.&nbsp; Or at least that's how she rationalized it in her head.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching up to grab her coat and hat, she finally turned around to face him, finding it very hard to be stoic and angry when he smiled at her like that.&nbsp; All she really wanted to do was lean in and kiss him within an inch of his life, but she stayed back just a bit, trying to give the impression she was still cross with him.&nbsp; She actually looked as if she was debating his offer for a few moments, glancing outside to see if it was still raining.&nbsp; "Sure."&nbsp; She said evenly, shrugging her shoulders in answer to his offer of a ride, trying to act as if she her knees weren't already weak from the prospect of riding on the bike with him.&nbsp; "Providing I'm not taking you away from other business....."&nbsp; She couldn't help but snark, getting in one more dig as she moved away from him, sashaying toward the door, her hips swaying invitingly as she walked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endorphin</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 14:17:31</strong>
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				Kyle stood there with a stupid grin on his face as she pretended to deliberate - teasingly waving the helmet towards her as if it were some kind of prize that she might crave. He truly had no idea of her female ploy, though he was pretty sure she’d crumble in the end. After all, the prospect of a quick and reckless ride home on the back of a high-powered sports bike was far more enticing than the long, tiresome, wet and muddy walk home she was faced with if she continued to be mad at him. It just didn’t add up. Lacey wasn’t the only one who enjoyed taking the bike for a spin either. He loved the way she clung to him as they raced through the streets of the city; winding round corners and opening up the throttle on the straights as they blasted past the midnight traffic on the often circuitous route back to her place, or his, depending on the occasion.<br><br>Despite the way she was already moving away from him, the broad grin that crossed his face was clearly apparent when she finally acquiesced. He watched her intently as she stepped towards the door – the hot pants that barely covered her ass and the thigh-high boots only serving to accentuate the sway of her hips as she moved in front of him. No matter how many times he caught that view, it was something that he would never grow tired of; and it was highly unlikely he’d have any business to attend to that was more important than this.<br><br>After a quick exhale of breath, he moved to join her outside, running the fingertips of his left hand up her leg as he finally caught up with her when they reached the street. She was hot. And he was horny, as always. He grabbed hold of her wrist and spun her round as his hands came to rest on her waist, with the sly, cheeky grin apparent in his smile and the smouldering look in his eyes reflecting in the pale light of the street as he gazed upon her. Even with the heels she normally wore, he still hovered a few inches over her as he brought his athletic frame in close and let his heavy hands settled upon her seductive hips and pulled diminutive body into him.<br><br>“You are truly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He said, looking into her eyes with the clear look of intent as he moved in to kiss her with surprising tenderness.
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				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 00:58:42</strong>
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				Lacey could feel him looming large behind her, the heat radiating off of his body caressing hers, making her unconsciously lean back to absorb more of that warmth.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers trailing along her thigh, a soft squeak of alarm erupting from her lips as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes mirroring the heat and passion found in his.&nbsp; For a moment, she thought about playing hard to get, to try and resist his charms, but the second she felt his hands move down to rest on her waist, she was lost.&nbsp; Lacey had absolutely no self control where he was concerned, and as he pulled her body closer to his, she could feel the burgeoning arousal that was nearly always present when he was around, burst open like over taxed floodgates.&nbsp; <br><br>When his mouth touched hers with such surprising tenderness, she moaned softly, the soft sound lost between their lips.&nbsp; Her arms came up to circle around his neck, her back arching ever so slightly to press her breasts against his chest.&nbsp; Lacey didn't know if he truly meant what he'd said, or if it was just his way to try and butter her up so he could get her into bed, but right then she didn't care.&nbsp; She was already as good as there, and knew that the ride home was going to be a long one as she was already itching to get him naked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gods you are delicious..."&nbsp; She murmured thickly against his lips, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip playfully.&nbsp; "How fast do you think you can get to my place?"&nbsp; She asked in a husky whisper, her dark brown eyes glittering with hunger and need.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: What Lies Beneath (Endorphin &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endorphin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 23:53:50</strong>
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				The press of her body agaist his only served to increase his appetite as he pulled her in close and her arms wrapped around his neck for a long kiss that was filled with insatiable desire. He allowed his hands to drop from her waist, sliding down the outside of her hips and cupping either side of her taught ass with a firm squeeze as he pulled her onto him – his growing hunger reflected both in his eyes and in not so subtlely in his pants at the thought of the things that he wanted to do to her.<br><br>“How fast can we get to your place?” He looked at her desirously in response to her husky whisper, thinking for a moment that he would just back her up against the closest wall and take advantage of her right there and then. Then he thought better of it, pulling away as he stole a few more quick kisses and grabbed her hand once again as he led her to the bike. “Hop on babe... we’ll be there in no time at all!”<br><br>He gave her the spare helmet, put on his own and sat astride the bike as he turned the engine to hear the satisfying idle of the engine between his legs as he waited for her to get onto the bike before pulling away sharply. <em>This won’t be a night for joyrides... well, not on this Ducati anyway.</em>, he thought to himself as they raced away down the street and towards her apartment.
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				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 14:53:22</strong>
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				She didn't have to be asked twice.&nbsp; Swinging her leg over the back of the set, Lacey propped her luscious bottom against the seat and scooted in close to his body.&nbsp; Once the helmet was in place, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing the front of her body tightly against the back of his.&nbsp; &nbsp;The inside of her thighs rubbing sensuously against the outside of his as he sped through the streets of London toward her apartment.&nbsp; <br><br>She laughed and squealed as he drove at breakneck speed, enjoying the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her body, only adding to her already smoldering arousal.&nbsp; Lacey knew that they would be lucky to make it through her door and get it closed before they were on each other and tearing at the other's clothes.&nbsp; <br><br>Once they arrived at her place, she hopped off of the bike, not even waiting for it to finish moving and headed toward her door at a quick trot.&nbsp; Removing the helmet, her long dark hair escaping the confines, fell down her back, the ends tickling against the small of her back as she ran.&nbsp; <br><br>Lacey glanced back at him over her shoulder, a sensual chuckle rumbling up her throat as she teased him by staying a step or two ahead of him.&nbsp; 
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