Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)
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				Title: <strong>Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 22:13:15</strong>
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				The girl at the door took her cover charge, and Mara slipped past the pierced and bored-looking little bluette, down into the club and out onto the dance floor, letting the heavy beat coax her steps forward: this was good music, a beat that shot straight to the groin, made the hips twitch while leaving the mind just interested enough to seem worth the trouble of listening to the teen-emo lyrics.<br><br>Not that anyone here listened to the music for the profound poetry in the words, of course.&nbsp; It was that hip-shaking, libido-firing beat that drew the crowds; the spectacle of flesh and endless promises of sex, the easy availability of any of a thousand forbidden things to ease the long dark nights, and the sheer energy generated by so many people surrendering their daytime selves to the primal drives within.&nbsp; It was almost enough to make her long for things she did not have, had never had, never would have.<br><br>As with any other situation so wealthy with opportunity, there were predators.&nbsp; She spotted two such hunters almost at once and resolved to keep away from them--there was little point in being here, in search of her next 'friend', if she were going to tangle with the grimmer denizens of the gritty underbelly of life.&nbsp; She did study them long enough to determine that they weren't working together, which was a relief.&nbsp; One of them appeared to be naive, or at least less experienced at this sport than she...no, no point in helping him improve.&nbsp; He'd thank her with cold steel in the back, or worse!<br><br>This was serious business, after all.&nbsp; Very serious.<br><br>She caught several envious and lustful glances from others as she made her way across the floor, dancing in between couples and around lone dancers, eyes always in motion, scanning for someone who might be amenable to her advances...and she returned a few interested smiles on the way, but stopped for none.&nbsp; She knew, of course, why: her unruly mane of wavy coal-black hair, pale skin, and voluptuous curves only accentuated by her black leather ensemble fit the fantasies of oh so many men and women here.&nbsp; Sooner or later, one of them would prove agreeable...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 20:02:16</strong>
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				Greg sat at the bar, slowly nursing a beer, he didn't know why he had come here.&nbsp; He was not much of a club-goer.&nbsp; But he had heard that it was a good place to pick up women from one of his friends.&nbsp; The problem was that, though he could probably get any woman in the room with his dashing good looks.&nbsp; The short dark hair, the light bit of scruff, and the gray suit, he was not interested in some drunken woman plastered with so much makeup it made them seem almost like a doll.&nbsp; He wanted a woman who was real, and not needing the bar to stand up straight.<br><br>The man sighed, finished his beer, only his second of the night, and started to head to the door, accidentally bumping into a woman wearing a tight leather outfit.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Sorry!" He muttered, looking at the woman and smiling warmly.&nbsp; she was beautiful, and didn't seem to wear any, or at very little, makeup.&nbsp; She seemed almost alien to the planet "Club 51"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 19:45:10</strong>
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				"That's perfectly all right," Mara smiled at the man who bumped her, her long fingers brushing his wrist.&nbsp; "Crowds happen."<br><br><em>Cute.&nbsp; He'd do, if...</em><br><br>"But if you insist on apologizing, then I must insist you buy me a drink."&nbsp; Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief.&nbsp; "And since you seem to be leaving, we might have to go somewhere else...unless you're busy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 23:08:18</strong>
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				Greg smiled at the woman as she told him that he would have to buy her a drink.&nbsp; He was about to say something, but caught the glint in her eye.&nbsp; He thought for a moment.&nbsp; He knew that he probably shouldn't. There was something off about this woman.&nbsp; But, when she spoke of going someplace else, he couldn't help but say, "I have some drinks at my place, if you like." as he held out his hand for her to take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 00:55:42</strong>
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				<em>Oh, so very eager!&nbsp; He'll do nicely.</em><br><br>Mara smiled warmly.<br><br>"I'd like that very much.&nbsp; You seem much more interesting than the usual clubber..."&nbsp; She let her fingers wander up his arm, licked her lips slowly.&nbsp; "Certainly more sober."<br><br>Stepping closer, letting her full breasts brush his back, she stood on tiptoe to whisper.<br><br>"Or, if you dare, we could go back to <em>my</em> place.&nbsp; It's soundproofed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 02:55:51</strong>
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				Greg chuckled at her words.&nbsp; "I'm not much of a drinker." He said.&nbsp; "Name's greg." he said with a smile, holding out his hand.&nbsp; He suddenly paused as she poke of her apartment being soundproofed.&nbsp; "Wait... Did you just say... Soundproofed?" He asked. "But... Why?" He asked, slowly following her out of the club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 03:23:50</strong>
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				"Mara."<br><br>She took his hand, raised it to her lips, kissed his knuckles: her lips were warm and soft.<br><br>"Soundproofed," she repeated with a grin.&nbsp; "It cuts down on complaints from nosy neighbors when things get a little wild."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 04:00:51</strong>
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				Greg smiled as she kissed his hand.&nbsp; IT was unexpected, but appreciated.&nbsp; Before he knew what he was doing, Greg said, "Oh.&nbsp; Well then.&nbsp; That sounds wonderful.&nbsp; Lead the way." he said with a smile, motioning for her to take the lead, oblivious to what he was in for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 04:20:48</strong>
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				Her eyes flashed and sparkled with wicked glee.<br><br>"Don't mind being led, do you?&nbsp; I like that...a man secure enough to let a woman take the reins.&nbsp; I'll have to reward you later."<br><br>She crooked a finger.<br><br>"Come on, baby...and feel free to watch my ass while I walk and think of all the things you want to do to me later.&nbsp; Turnabout being fair play."<br><br>Her car was parked nearby: black, sleek, sporty.&nbsp; The precise make and model weren't too clear, but it was dark and daring, much like the owner.<br><br>"Get in and buckle up.&nbsp; I promise not to break too many traffic laws on the way home!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 08:50:34</strong>
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				Greg was slowly getting more nervous as they walked to her car.&nbsp; The way she talked, the way she walked, it was pure seduction.&nbsp; He felt as though he would follow her into the sun, but would continue to second guess himself until he burned alive.&nbsp; He knew that he SHOULD probably turn back and grab a taxi before heading him.&nbsp; but, at the same time, he felt like living on the edge tonight.&nbsp; Going home with this strange woman who seemed to constantly be hiding something about herself.&nbsp; Some deep, dark, secret.<br><br>The man was silent as they entered the car and, quickly, he buckled his seatbelt before chuckling at her joke.&nbsp; Or, at least, he assumed it was a joke.&nbsp; Just in case, he found his hand wrapped around the handle above the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 05:44:05</strong>
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				She smiled at him as she buckled her own safety belt, adjusted the mirror, and then pulled out into traffic...and drove well enough, if not spectacularly.&nbsp; She had probably been joking after all!<br><br>"You like your women fast and in control?&nbsp; Or do you prefer them wild, crazy, unpredictable...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dizzi</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 23:35:16</strong>
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				Greg looked at the woman as she drove.&nbsp; Confused by her question.&nbsp; Was she always so... up front?&nbsp; "I don't really know." He said, chcukling slightly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ensnared!  (Dizzi/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 05:14:25</strong>
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				"What, no opinion either way?"<br><br>She laughed softly, her face lighting up with a wicked little grin.<br><br>"Or are you just trying to play 'nice innocent hometown boy' in hopes that I'll stick around longer?&nbsp; Don't answer that, by the way."
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