Flower and Snake (Sabby & frost rose)
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				Title: <strong>Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 08:14:49</strong>
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				The Boardwalk in F City was not an actual boardwalk. It hadn't been for years, long ago paved over, the stands and blanket vendors being replaced by actual buildings and the boards themselves by a broad alameda, sheltered by trees with broad sidewalks and large plazas and open air dining areas. It was probably the nicest place in F City if you wanted to walk about, sandwiched between the beach and the high rises that made up most of the city's core. Cars were prohibited from the streets, save emergency vehicles or the occasional parade, and the sea breeze made the air fresher, and there were enough barriers to let the sounds of people talking and the gulls laughing overwhelm the distance cars.<br><br>The buildings were two stories and connected together in long strips, but they didn't overwhelm the street, wide and airy as it was, and they themselves were open and attractive, inviting the passers by to stop in and sample whatever they happened to be offering. The Raging Sage wasn't an overly large café—that was one of its selling points—tucked away in between a pair of clothing stores. It catered in equal parts to beach goers and college students, luring the former with the right sorts of food, the latter with the right sorts of caffeine, and both with the waitresses.<br><br>It was not quite a smutty place, but there was no denying that the all-female wait staff were distinctly prettier than average, and that the uniform shorts and skirts showed off a little more leg than most of the competitors. It was never so pronounced as to make the place family unfriendly; the pretty, cheerful smiles attracted as many people as the skirts did, and anyone taking advantage of the attractive staff beyond maybe a moment's flirtation or large tip was a quick way to get shown the door, the manager and owner saw to that.<br><br>Vilkas Rafe was an immigrant, a tall wolf with a relatively thick accent, although he had lived there long enough that some who knew him were beginning to think that was as much affectation as anything else. He dressed about as modestly as his staff, tight shirt over the build of a longtime skater and athlete, lanky and toned, to as much approval as the women tended to get as hovered something fierce about the café, sharp eyes drifting both protectively and critically over the girls. It was mostly an appreciated gesture—there were times when his sharp eyes saw a little too much, and he guarded his establishment's reputation just as jealously as he did his employees, but on the whole it was agreed that he was a better boss than most, if you could keep up.<br><br>He couldn't help himself, if he were honest. Even now, manning a register to give one of his girls a moment to pick up a friend who had managed to get into a car accident, he scrutinised his demesne. Too much going on to take time away; he'd miss something that way. Take now for instance, watching the new girl. She was good worker, enough so and in such a way that he guessed that she was going out of her way to make sure he had no reason to fire her. Bad economy, poor girl probably had trouble finding a job, he imagined. But there was something about the way she walked... He had spent years watching athletes, and he had a pretty good feel for how bodies moved, and her gait didn't feel quite natural to him. Nerves, he had thought, but it had been a while and it hadn't disappeared.<br><br>Not that it was his concern, and he had not brought it up with her, certainly, but it gave his crowded brain something to focus on while going through the motions at the register, and it gave him something for his eyes to come back to whenever he needed to refocus. There was never anything like an unsolved quirk to get your thoughts in order, and it couldn't hurt the girl's performance any, either, knowing that he was still keeping an eye on her. She was a good worker, maybe, but pretending that was enough was not how he kept in business, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 13:39:17</strong>
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				Chandice was one of the many sub-human species in this hubtown. While it was not their actual name, his kind were referred to as Neko. Chandice himself was actually a quite typical example, body slender and effeminate, covered in a short haired coat of smokey white fur, black splotches covering his extremities, like he had presses his nose, hands, feet and the end of his tail in ash.<br><br>His hair was similar, shaggy enough to cover his eyes if he left it unbound, white at the roots but gradually becoming darker towards the end of each floppy locke. He had made a habit of combing it into a fringe down one side, so that he would at least have one of his light blue eyes free if ever his hands were too busy to brush it aside.<br><br>Yes, Chandice was a boy. But who would know? The Neko not only were physically girlish by nature, but their names also lent themselves to gender confusion. Chandice was a perfectly acceptable first name for a boy and a girl.<br><br>He had been very uncomfortable with the idea, but there was no jobs around at all! He needed to pay his rent somehow... when he had seen the cafe had a position available, he swallowed his pride, got some clothes together and spent a night practicing his giggle in front of the mirror. He felt quite silly, but all he had to do was look at the 'Overdue' stamp on his rent papers to push on.<br><br>Actually, he had been surprised at how easily he had managed it. Slinking in, giggling his way through the interview, he had been hired in no time, and with his species balance and grace, the work itself couldn't have been easier. Occasionally, his tail would get in the way, but grabbing it and pulling it away from whatever customer it disturbed, mumbling a hurried apology, only seemed to get him a tip at the end of the day. <br><br>He was starting to see why waitress girls acted the way they did. It was infectious! He was sliding into this giggly, cute mind state and within the week, his rent was paid and he was clear with spending money!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 11:42:13</strong>
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				It was something which certainly endeared Rafe to his newest employee. Chandice had seemed to him at first as a somewhat nervous girl, fueling his suspicions about the sort of situation she had been in before she had come to work with him. Of course, many girls were nervous at first, working in the somewhat more intimate and flirtatious environment of the Raging Sage, and he was glad to see when someone took to the work. Chandice had been even more tightly wound than most his new girls had been, and to see her not only settle into things, but to start doing well with the patrons on top of it was gratifying, both professionally as one could never scoff at a new talent, and personally.<br><br>He liked seeing all his girls doing well—he felt rather like he did about the young skaters he had shepherded earlier in life. It didn't hurt that Chandice was a particular strong example, with a sort of tomboyish cuteness and lithe, unconsciously graceful air about her that he had to admit he was partial to. It wouldn't be professional to show it, of course, but that made it no less of a pleasure to watch her work, to see her giggle turn from something she did as a overly conscious afterthought into something she did when life amused her.<br><br>The paycheque, he thought, could not have been hurting there. Many people were stressed when impoverished after all, and while the salaries of his girls were not what one would call lavish, a person supporting just themselves without any grand ambitions could be quite comfortable. He firmly believed that a person who was not comfortable could not laugh, and if a little deviously applied leg was how the customers were drawn in, it was the laughter that kept them there. The Raging Sage had brand loyalty—how many strip clubs or racy diners could claim that?<br><br>It also didn't hurt that Chandice was a full timer. Most of his staff consisted of college students working spare hours to help alleviate debt, or to supplement their parents' money. Which he could not begrudge them, and was happy to keep them, but having someone actually spend eight or more hours a day working he felt ingrained the mindset better, and let him evaluate them more readily. Chandice was still shy—she never went out with the other girls it seemed, and she even changed privately—but the extra time had done her good in his opinion, working off the edges enough that at least she was comfortable enough in public. A peculiarity, really. Most of the girls seemed fine as far as socialising with each other went, and had to ease into the work.<br><br>There was no single thing, now that he thought about it while absently ringing up totals, that really attracted him to her. Indeed, while he had a certain aesthetic appreciation of his girls, both for how they looked and how they moved, he normally did not find it extending to such a visceral level. A few in the past, perhaps, but it was not frequent, especially to someone young enough, well, not to be his daughter, but a niece certainly. He usually liked his women somewhat older than the men. Perhaps it was the touch of androgyny in the boyish prettiness, although mostly he suspected that he just liked that ineffable quality of her movement, so hard to pin down.<br><br>If she weren't working for him, he mused as he watched her head towards the back to change out of her uniform, he probably would have asked her out to skate. Not even as a date, but just to see how she moved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 14:13:27</strong>
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				Chandice always tried to stay behind a few minutes, purposefully getting himself stuck in some time consuming last minute chore, so by the time he was done stacking the chairs and could change, majority of the staff were already on their way out.<br><br>Still, most of the time he would still change in a toilet cubicle, as one or two girls were still around. Today, however, someone had dropped a tray right before closing time, and Chandice had swooped in to handle the mess. Nursing a cut finger, sucking the bloody tip with a small whimper, he slipped into the changing room. He was delighted to see that the room was empty. Cleaning that glass had taken a few minutes along with the chair stacking, so he was all alone to change it seemed.<br><br>He kept girls clothing in his backpack, so that no one seeing him leave the store and walk home might call him out. He could have worn shorts and a plain shirt and no one might suspect that he was a boy, having already met him under this deception, but he was paranoid that he may get called out anyway.<br><br>And, though he hadn't quite admitted it to himself yet, he kind of liked it. Walking the small area between his home and work as a woman and having no one the wiser was... he didn't quite know how to describe the feeling, but more then once he had left the panties on when he slept or went for groceries. Once, he even debated shopping in this deceptive guise... that one, he didn't through on.<br><br>He didn't like dressing in the cubicle. No room to move around, and when his tail couldn't swish freely, he became fidgety. Carelessly, he dropped his skirt and pulled his frilly top over his head, waist and chest bare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 21:55:41</strong>
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				It did not Rafe long at all to cash out, although he was somewhat irritated that he had to. He was quick and practised at it, but the girl he was covering for should have been back by now—she had promised to aid in the final closing up in return for covering for her. He was not usually overly suspicious for all his critical nature, and he suspected that things had simply not gone as well as being in a car accident normally implied. That was a situation harrowing enough in itself he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, although he was certainly going to inquire later on as to what had kept her.<br><br>And that still left him without anyone to help out. Sure, he could do it himself, locking everything up, powering everything down, sealing up and taking inventory and doing accounts and managing everything else that went into his business' success. But he didn't particularly want to. The accounting wasn't so bad—he typically took it upstairs to his apartment on the second floor, put on music and paced around thinking to himself while he periodically sat down and worked through the books. Everything downstairs it was nice to have company for, not only speeding things up, but also making the cafe seem a little less desolate. He didn't like seeing his place empty, even when it was supposed to be. The lack of people made it seem a little eerie for his taste.<br><br>Oh well, if there was nothing for— no, wait, that wasn't true. He brightened somewhat as he realised that Chandice wouldn't have left yet, staying late as she cleaned up a load of shattered glasses. She often loitered to begin with, helping see things neatened up, and it had taken her quite some time to make sure that there weren't any fine shards left that could injure any of the patrons. He was pretty certain he could persuade her to stay a little longer. He could always just round up on any overtime it produced, and that usually was enough of an incentive.<br><br>He dropped the cash bag in the secure drop, safe until he went over the accounts later that evening, meandering his way back to the staff lavatory and changing room. It was a little awkward, and he regretted the somewhat peculiar nature of the facilities, but there wasn't enough space for splitting them up and keeping a staffroom as well, and he assumed that they preferred to keep the couch rather than have a dedicated place to get in and out of uniform.<br><br>He only tapped on the door before entering, something one or two people had told him was scandalous, but he had been around enough girls' changing rooms back during his tenure as a coach that he didn't see what the issue was. Many of the costumes he had seen were less modest than underwear, and he had done enough physicals and close contact instruction that the entire issue seemed rather silly to him. And being that he was in charge, others generally had to adapt to his standards.<br><br>Although even then, his first instinct when he saw Chandice with her shirt over her head was to glance away. Her chest was flat, true, but it wasn't polite to stare unless he had a reason to. It was only as his eyes tracked away that he saw that she filled out her panties in a way that no girl really had a right to. That got him staring for a moment, things lining up in his head and clicking into his place. He had spent his life watching people move, and while Chandice had been careful to add a sway to her—his step, it still explained exactly what had been bothering Rafe. It took years and dedicated training to fully adapt a style of walking, and although Chandice was surprisingly good at it for someone who had probably only started recently moving like a girl, he wasn't perfect.<br><br>"I see." Rafe's voice was even, disapproval evident as he looked over Chandice, frozen now with the rather feminine blouse half pulled down over his chest. It was, Rafe had to admit, a rather cute sight. If it had been a boyfriend he had been walking in on while dressing up in a skirt and blouse instead of a supposedly very female employee, the situation may have gone in an entirely more pleasantly sensual direction. As it was he simply held up his hand to forestall any excuses from the half-dressed Neko. "I would finish getting dressed," he said, sitting down on the room's bench as he waited, letting Chandice stew in the awkwardness of not being only found out, but dressing in front of someone just afterwards.<br><br>He wasn't particularly malicious, but he would rather have him off balance, more uneasy and awkward, in the hopes it might also bring about some honesty, or at the very least make lying fluently a lot harder. He patted the bench as Chandice finished securing his skirt, directing him to sit down. "Now," he said, his voice still low and even, the disapproval softened somewhat by a hint of sympathy. "You will tell me exactly why it is that you lie to me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 11:10:33</strong>
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				Head bowed in shame, ears flat, feeling as though the Wolf's eyes were burning into him, he dressed, slow and awkward, the only thing he had that wasn't girlish a simple white shirt and gray shorts. They were meant to go under his false day clothes. He didn't want to put the dress over them.<br><br>He was red when he sat down as instructed, shaking slightly, panic building. For a moment, he did not trust himself to speak, lest his voice waver, but simply sitting and wringing his furry hands in his lap, squeezing his legs together, he only got worse, as he was expected to speak. When finally, after a long minute, he spoke and it came out as a small squeak.<br><br>"I have to pay the rent somehow..." the simple sentence was all it took to push him over and he hugged his scrawny elbows, body shaking. He was panicking. He was going to get fired, and then evicted, he knew it! <br><br>The poor thing was very distressed. It would be hard for Vilkas to not feel a twinge of sympathy for him. The job market was indeed dead out there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 00:36:57</strong>
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				The irony was not lost upon Vilkas as he was taken aback by the violence of Chandice's reaction. He had intended to keep him off balance, not send him into a fit. He had expected shock, embarrassment, worry of course, but suddenly sitting next to a Neko having a breakdown was making him more than a little nervous in return. Perhaps he had pushed too hard?<br><br>...no, no he had not. That he was sure of. It was hardly as though he was the one doing the wrong here, and he had seen young men and women before act in similar ways, was quite used to dealing with petulant or fragile athletes. Of course, they had been with him out of choice, free to leave if they so chose, and doing so wouldn't end their comfortable existence. He knew how to handle that sort of person, but was Chandice really anything like them? Well, there was only one way to be sure.<br><br>"Is not so easy, living alone, without work?" he said, voice much softer now, the rich accent perhaps a little more pronounced than usual. He laid a hand on Chandice's shoulder. It was a guess, of course, that he lived on his own, but not an uneducated one. And even if he was wrong, Vilkas mused, it did give Chandice something to cling to. "This I understand. I am not here because I simply love the weather, no? At home, I would never be a successful businessman."<br><br>He let that sink in for a moment, hoping the tenor of his voice at least would be enough to let Chandice stop shaking, as the Neko boy would need it. A hint of the previous iron crept back in. "But you play with me, and this I cannot understand. You apply under false pretenses, risk my business' reputation. You are a good worker, yes this is true, but what good is that when I get lawsuits over it?" The hand on Chandice's shoulder remained, the touch still light, incongruous with the new displeasure. He did not want to send Chandice back into fits. He had always had a soft spot for the cute little things so often put in his charge, and Chandice had been a sterling employee. As justified as he might have been in doing so, simply kicking him out would have left a bad taste in Vilkas' mouth.<br><br>"I have cause to terminate you without repercussion, and may be very wise to do so. There are many girls out there that need the job too; I would hardly be the bad man for giving one of them the chance." His voice softened a little again. Or perhaps grew quieter was a better phrasing, as his tone did not lose entirely the hardened edge as he asked, "Why is it that I should not do just that?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 19:22:23</strong>
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				The hand on his shoulder caused him to tense at first, but the tight muscle underneath woul start to relax, soothed by the older man. However, the mention of 'termination' undid all of that, and suddenly Chandice's scrawny arms were about his waist, practically throwing himself at him with a squeak of panic.<br><br>"No! Don't throw me out! I'll never get another job in time, and I'll be on the street!"
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				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 21:38:30</strong>
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				The sudden and rather forceful movement took Vilkas off guard and he had to place a hand down on the bench to stabilise himself as Chandice wrapped around him. For someone so light, the Neko had some serious momentum when it came down to it. He also wasn't thinking straight, that much was clear. Vilkas knew that he'd be in trouble without this job already, but it was hardly much use to press the point at the moment.<br><br>So Vilkas let him stay wrapped there for the moment, a decision easy enough to begin with and not made harder by the not unpleasant sensations of having a cute boy be the one doing the wrapping. Ah, if only people he met in other circumstances would do this for him. Vilkas brought his own arm around Chandice's shoulders, scratching behind his ears with his other hand in a soothing gesture. "No one is throwing you out," he said, this time abandoning any attempt at implied threat—that apparently had sunk home—and very carefully not adding any implication of not yet to the sentence. "I was not lying when I said you were a good worker. In perfect world, we could have you dressed in short shorts and a tight shirt and simply expand the customer base and I would be happy. As it is..." He shrugged. "Well, I am taking a risk in keeping you on as is. I do not wish to open myself to employment discrimination lawsuits, or to crazy customer who says I am trying to make him gay."<br><br>Vilkas slowly began disentangling Chandice from around him, although letting them remain close enough for their bodies to be in full contact, his arm around Chandice's waist. "And I must still think of my business. It will not do you much good if I fail, nor all the other girls. I am not heartless, but I cannot take risks for nothing, you see? You look cute in a skirt and you work hard, and for this I am happy to keep you on. But to keep secret this, I need something more." It occurred to him that what he was doing was probably blackmail. Threat to reveal a secret, or to fire in this case, if some kind of payment weren't delivered? His words may be nicer, but there it was all the same, taking advantage of Chandice's misfortune, even if the boy had brought it on himself. He wondered if it was a bad sign that he didn't feel guilty about it at all.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 07:02:30</strong>
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				"R-really?" He looked up at the wolf with wide, needy eyes that one would expect on a kitten looking imploringly at someone who had hidden his catnip toy, only to wave it just out of reach. "I can... stay?" Suddenly, his panic was replaced with eagerness, almost crawling up him as he gushed. He knew that this amount of contact was not normal here, but when he wasn't thinking right, it was hard to ease back on the customs he grew up into.<br><br>"What do I do?! I'll do anything to make it up, honest"
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				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 06:06:58</strong>
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				It was a little unnerving, seeing Chandice's mood flip so suddenly for the second—third?—time in such a short timespan. Vilkas supposed he could understand that Chandice might be feeling a bit of a rollercoaster of emotions, but it made the changes no less impressive for it. It did not help any that Chandice seemed quite determined to rub up against his body, and just after he had finished disentangling them at that. They were close enough together that it was a trivial task to pick out the scent of Chandice's conditioner, and it was beginning to colour his judgement.<br><br>"Well," Vilkas said, his voice soothing again as this time he was more careful to couch his language. "Provisionally you might say, while we work out what you might do to earn the privilege." It was very hard to get his mind out of the gutter even as he said it. It wasn't as though there were many choices to begin with. Literal payment, well, he didn't need the money, and it'd be out of the paycheque that came from him in the first place, and Chandice already helped out extra at the cafe. The short list of reasonable possibilities combined with the hasty offer to do absolutely anything...<br><br>Of course, Chandice hadn't played nice why should Vilkas do the same? "Ah, I know what the problem is. You see, I cannot do favours for employees like this. It is risk with no reward. But I can do favours to people who are not just employees. If I had, say, sister who just arrives from overseas, and she needs a job to get her established, of course I give her one. Is the same if I have a companion who has trouble finding work."<br><br>It was suddenly very noticeable that Vilkas had never taken his arm from around Chandice's waist as he looked over the Neko appraisingly. "You do make for a very pretty girl. I would not have hired you otherwise." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:34:10</strong>
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				He merely blinked up at him, a genuinely confused look on his face. Either he was a brilliant actor, or he has completely oblivious to the dirty thoughts that Vilkas was dealing with. Chandice seemed innocence incarnate. <br><br>It was kind of cute, in hindsight, Vilkas struggling to get out a sentence, and then this blank, almost expectant stare, waiting to see if he might clarify. Chandice might as well have been a kitten that watched him hide his toy behind his back and was waiting stock still to see if he would procure it again, though the fascination was not quite the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 10:57:38</strong>
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				Vilkas resisted the temptation to stoop to vulgarity in response to the rather innocently naive look Chandice was giving him, no matter how amusing the following scandalised reaction may or may not have been. Just because someone fed you a straight line, didn't mean you had to take it after all. And that sort of innocence cut both ways, besides. Vilkas didn't want to be so blunt that he sent Chandice into another fit, after all, nor did he really want to make it sound like he was demanding sexual favours for keeping shut up, even if he was.<br><br>He brought a hand up under Chandice's chin, leaning in so they were closer than they ever had been, close enough for the warm tickle of his breath washed against Chandice's face. "It is part of your job here to look pretty in frilly clothing and to play around a bit with the customers, yes?" The hand around his waist slipped lower, laying on Chandice's thigh now. "You could finish putting on that skirt and we could have a private service then. You might even learn a thing or two about how to make a many wild with desire for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 13:19:08</strong>
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				Chandice's face was a very sensitive area. Just nuzzling his pillow at night was enough to arouse him. The wolf's gentle cupping of his chin wasn't quite enough to stimulate, but it did kick a particular part of his instincts, almost putting him in a trance, frozen and unable, or secretly unwilling to draw away, mouth barely open. His glossy ears perked and those light blue eyes suddenly widened as the meaning of his words dawned on him.<br><br>The look he gave him, along with a soft intake of breath, was enough to signal that his point was made. Suddenly his face was quite warm, a lump forming in his throat. Gulping down his nerves, he nodded obediently, trying his best to stow away whatever humiliation and shock he felt. "O-okay boss..."<br><br><em>What am I doing? He's blackmailing me... and I'm letting him. Ooohh, this was a bad idea...</em> He needed only to think of his aunt, the family disgrace, to push on. He wouldn't be an alley cat. He wouldn't get kicked out on the street. Swallowing his pride, he stood up and took a step back, feeling as though he were naked and vulnerable. Reaching for the dark grey summer dress on the seat, he pulled it over his head, slipping his arms through the short sleeves. He hugged his elbows, looking away, unable to shake the shame of what he was doing, his tail writhing in the back to find the special hole, spilling out and giving a flick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:42:16</strong>
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				Vilkas looked on approvingly, watching Chandice finish putting on his dress. He made a fairly fetching sight like that, in that androgynous way he had, skinny and lithe with a lively wiggle to his movements that even the emotional roller coaster of the past few minutes couldn't entirely eliminate. And the more Vilkas thought about it, the less badly he felt about the entire situation. Perhaps it was a little ethically dubious what he was doing, but at least he knew he wasn't going to be a complete jerk about it, and when it came down to it, Chandice <em>had</em> lied on the application form. It was an extraordinary consideration that was being given in just not being fired, extraordinary compensation didn't seem unreasonable.<br><br>And regardless of any justifications Vilkas could invent after the fact, it in no small part came down to that image of Chandice standing in next to nothing, shirt half over his head, and now again, his eyes slightly glazed, transfixed by Vilkas' touch against his cheek. That in particular was filed away for future reference. Vilkas was already imagining the sorts of things that might lead to, and they were pleasant enough.<br><br>He wasn't quite yet aroused enough for it to show clearly when he stood up, but he was getting there. He sauntered over, patting Chandice's hip with some affection. It was a nice dress, and the Neko wore it well. "I should finish closing up and managing the accounts. I should expect you bright and early tomorrow?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 09:45:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving a little cringe at the touch, he felt a wave of heat wash through his body, the tiny pat enough to make his tail flick upwards. Damn his heritage! He thought... so much as a pat or a scratch was likely to hit some sensitive area that would erupt some pleasant response despite his nerves. If Vilkas wanted to, he could have the poor Neko writhing and loving it, no matter how he might be feeling. This vulnerability was something he hoped the older man was unaware of.<br><br>Nodding and mumbling a quiet, but polite goodbye, he dashed out with his purse, and the first thing he did when he had slinked inside was lock the door, strip naked, and shower until the water had ran cold. He felt so violated, so helpless, and yet the arousal that twisted in his loins simply wouldn't go away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 09:24:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It had taken Vilkas far longer than usual to finish his evening work, thoughts filled with images of Chandice that got progressively more x-rated as the evening went on. He did not, could not, fail to realise what exactly he had on his hands, and between work and not having that broad of a social circle here it wasn't as though he had been rolling in sexual release lately.<br><br>But while he had thought of a hundred different things he might do, actually seeing Chandice come in the next morning, already in uniform and looking, understandably, a little bit more on edge than usual, made each and every one of them flee from him. Save the impractical ones, he mused ruefully as he considered what Chandice might look like in a pair of hot pants. It wouldn't be a bad look, short shorts and a top tied off at the bottom of his chest, but something like that, while not technically violating the uniform policies if they were the right sorts of tops and shorts, would certainly not do for Chandice. Too much risk there—skirts were going to be the bulk of things for the time being.<br><br>Vilkas greeted Chandice with a, well, wolfish smile as he came in, giving him a discrete pat on his derriere as he passed. "Good morning, Chandice. I hope you had pleasant evening after we parted company? I know I found things... very distracting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 11:58:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chandice gave a small squeak, and then perhaps a bit too loudly, exclaimed that he would get right on that spill, then nervously shuffled off to the change rooms, bright pink under his fine cheek fur. The day would drag like none before it had, however, and there was more then one instance of him almost dropping an order. The worst of it was a spilt drink, but he had shuffled and saved the meal from falling and the glass from breaking, so it was hardly even noticed.<br><br>But his usual grace and balance were absent... all because of that wolf, watching him. What was he going to do? Closing time was approaching...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost a little painful to watch Chandice today, so different from the lithe agility the neko usually displayed. Vilkas couldn't bring to mind a single incident of Chandice ever so much as spilling something, although to be fair he hadn't watched him every minute of every day. To see him act, well, not quite like a klutz, but more like an amateur was a little troubling. And not only because Vilkas knew why it was happening, but just in itself as well. There was still the business to consider. While it might not have been the most ethical thing to do, Vilkas was still going out on a limb for Chandice, and to see that only turn into a burden on the staff was not something that would be acceptable.<br><br>It didn't seem to be a transitory thing, either. Vilkas had given Chandice almost his entire shift, and still the signs of nervousness were plaguing his work. Granted, it wasn't as though he was breaking things willynilly or spilling drinks on the customers, but it was the change that was the most dramatic. This would definitely have to be nipped in the bud, he decided. He even had an idea how to do it, which even if it didn't work would be worth it just for its own sake. He passed off oversight of the café to his de facto assistant manager, a rather leggy and pushy lynx with the rather unfortunate name of Candy, and glided over to where Chandice was collecting dirty dishes.<br><br>"Here, someone else can take care of that," he said gently, his hand coming down on Chandice's and forcedhim to put down the stack of little pastry plates. "I would like to talk with you in my office." He let that hang somewhat ominously as he led them up the stairs in back to the study where he kept the accounts. He didn't want to scare the neko too much, but it was important to make his displeasure known at the same time. He closed the door behind them and rested himself down on the edge of the desk.<br><br>"I agreed to let you stay despite your problem because you are very good worker," he said, his tone even. "So, tell me. What is wrong?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:37:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was shaking a little as his boss sat down, clasping his hands in his lap and wringing them nervously, eyes on his shiny shoes. His tail was flicking a little too much, but kept behind him, as if it was self consciously avoiding any contact, afraid of knocking something over.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry boss... I'm, err... tired" The lie rang hollow even to his own ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:40:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vilkas looked less than amused by the transparent evasion, his expression flat as he speared Chandice with his gaze. He did not, however, call him out. "You were kept up thinking about yesterday, perhaps?" His voice was as even as it ever was, infuriatingly at times with how calmly he seemed to take any development. "This I can see, I suppose. It is no small thing, and I was kept up for some time too."<br><br>He leaned forward, keeping his gaze steady as he seemed to try to peer directly into Chandice's skull for answers. "So why exactly is it you are kept up? I expect my staff to be exceptional, and a... tired worker will not be one who can contribute to that." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was shaking again, caught between his usual voice and the softer, higher one he put on for work, resulting in an odd wavering that only accented his nerves. "I-I'm sorry boss, it won't happen again..."<br><br>He didn't know of his job was seriously on the line or if Vilkas was simply torturing him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 05:17:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a treacherous moment Vilkas thought his eyes were going to roll with or without his permission. Chandice was nervous, and being rather unfairly manipulated—he had the right to be evasive and nervous. And it was even a little cute to see him squirm, all but tugging nervously at the pleats in his skirt. All that did not change that moment of irritation as he tried to fish for answers. Vilkas didn't want to have Chandice in a constant tizzy after all. "See that it does not, and perhaps to solidify the lesson. Stand over here."<br><br>Vilkas gestured for Chandice to come closer, a hand coming down on his arm to help guide him over to Vilkas' desk. "Hands apart, here and here, leaning over the desk, feet apart." Years of practise saw Vilkas a deft hand at positioning people into proper stances and needed no more than a few guiding touches as he brought Chandice into line. For all his size advantage over the fey neko, it felt scarcely more than light breeze nudging Chandice along until he stood legs apart, weight forward on the desk, his derriere sticking impertinently outwards.<br><br>With a touch just as gentle, Vilkas slowly tugged up Chandice's skirt, taking time as he went to trace out the curves hidden beneath the fabric. "It is important to remember," he said as his eyes rolled appreciatively over the sight of Chandice's panties, taking a moment to tug at the elastic with one finger, "that no matter what else happens, you are first here to do a good job, yes? I think a reminder is in order, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 11:19:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He obeyed with the sluggish, instinctual manner of a rabbit that was being woken and herded from it's spot, not quite understanding what was happening but none the less going along with it. As he was positioned, his ears were in a perpetual perk, peeking curiously and nervously over his shoulder. It dawned on him what was happening when he felt the cool air under his skirt, and it was all he could do not to yelp and pull away.<br><br>Most embarrassing of all, Vilkas would be able to see his birth mark! This was just as bad to him as being bent over and having his girly panties pulled down... he had always been extremely sensitive about that one particular mark, and he never did understand why. The same black fur as his trademark Siamese splotches and socks, it was shaped like a heart, albeit a misshapen one, just next to the base of his tail and at the top of his left buttock.<br><br>Chewing his lip, he suppressed a shudder, not wanting to show just how timid he was with his birth mark revealed, but he felt like the stronger, bigger wolf could see right into him with those eyes...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 21:33:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was fortunate, Vilkas decided, that Chandice was turned the other way. Even glancing over his shoulder, the Neko was in a poor position to see, and Vilkas did not at the moment particularly feel like coming off too strongly. Chandice seemed rather nervous still, and seeing exactly how aroused Vilkas was at the moment might have gone over poorly. It might not of, but no sense in pushing too hard quite yet. He had nothing but time, after all. It would have been a difficult thing to hide, too. Simply pushing Chandice around a bit had started him off, and seeing the slender waist and firm butt framed by surprisingly feminine panties did nothing to dissuade his libido. He had almost expected Chandice to be wearing bikeshorts under his skirt, despite knowing better, and anything more than conservative modest white made him rather inclined to start doing a great deal more than he intended.<br><br>He resisted the temptation, instead simply moving to tug again at the elastic. He stopped short of removing the panties entirely, sliding them down to reveal Chandice's ass but nothing more. As much as Vilkas had a certain curiosity about how aroused Chandice might be or become, it was hard to imagine the Neko being cuter than with flipped up skirt and bunched up panties, showing off a pert derriere. Vilkas couldn't help but smile seeing the heart-shaped spot there--it was hard to imagine a more perfect boytoy, svelte and effeminate, built for being doted upon right down to the markings.<br><br>His hand rested on the mark for a long moment, consciously avoiding giving a squeeze just yet, fingers merely tracing the outline before her raised his hand and then brought it down sharply. He hadn't had the occasion to use such a punishment in years, not since a young Neko skater had come on to her coach a few too many times and had to be put back into line. The feeling however was satisfyingly familiar, the memories old but not at all faded. A second spank, the feel of Chandice's ass firm and pleasant against his hand. A third, and a low, satisfied growl escaped his throat for a moment. "You are a good worker, Chandice," he said, pausing for a moment to lean over and speak more intimately. "I have seen this, and it distresses me to see you not do your best." The spanking resumed, blows coming down firmly and evenly with a practised hand across Chandice's backside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 02:32:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew exactly what Vilkas was doing... he may have been as timid and aloof as was typical of his kind, but he could tell the difference between professional reprimand and being taken advantage of... he'd already been made to strip and dress in front of him, and now he was being spanked. The humility of it was overpowering, yet he found submission to be the only answer, to make it end quicker, and to secure his position here.<br><br>A tiny yip or squeak was all the noise he would make for the first few smacks, but the last had a wavering little mewl rumble down his body, tensing as the stinging set in. "I-I'm sorry Mr Vilkas..." his faked female voice was getting slightly croaky. He didn't even realize that he still used that voice in his bosses prescience. "I'll try harder, I promise!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:06:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A little smile crept across Vilkas' face at the noises Chandice was making. It was difficult to help himself, especially followed up as it was by the light, apologetic tone. It hadn't been until now, with the strain starting to creep in, that he had realised Chandice was making an effort to affect the tone, although in retrospect it did make sense. Slight and fey Chandice might have been, but he was still a boy. In truth, that was probably all the more reason to back out now, to do the, well, ethical thing if not perhaps the right thing and simply let Chandice go. Treating a young man like a naughty girl couldn't be doing wonderful things for his psyche.<br><br>"See that you do," Vilkas said, tugging the panties up into place again, his hand dwelling once more on the smooth curve of Chandice's derriere. "You have before, no? You can be a model employee when you put your mind to it. Simply find yourself to do so again, and I have no doubts you will go far." He righted Chandice's skirt, giving him a pat on his ass before gently guiding him towards the office door, giving him a nudge outwards. "Now, don't worry about closing up tonight; I can take care of it. Go home and think a little, find yourself, and perhaps we'll see improvement."<br><br>He waited for several long minutes after he had shooed Chandice off, leaning against his desk and letting his arousal subside. It had not been a comfortable decision, having the Neko leave so quickly, but he figured that Chandice would likely want some time alone after this, first time especially. Vilkas chewed his lip. It wouldn't do to use only stick as well. He had read that it was far less effective than using encouraging means as well, and he didn't want to simply terrify Chandice; that would leave him entirely ineffective. Sitting at his desk he stared at his accounts. It wouldn't hurt to alleviate some of Chandice's stress in other areas of life, either. Nodding to himself, he made the proper adjustments. A one time bonus wasn't a pay raise by any means, but it would probably not be unwelcome for that. And with luck, it would go a long way to oothing Chandice's nerves. And besides, wasn't being a little extra flirty with the boss supposed to bring rewards, not stress and panic?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:32:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't have been out of there faster... in his quiet haste to be home, he hadn't even thought about changing. Usually, he stopped at a unisex toilet at the boardwalk, right next to the public rinsing shower and the ice cream carts. But he had just kept walking, right past, and it only clicked in him when he was in his apartment.<br><br>Suddenly feeling very tense, he tried to recall his trip, anyone that saw him, in his summer dress, and he rolled the knowledge about in his mind, testing it... the only person here who even knew him, and barely, was the landlady... and she wouldn't be able to tell...<br><br>Sneaking off to a midway point between work and home to change into a secret identity was a nerve racking routine, and the constant switching was making it difficult to maintain both lives...<br><br>Sitting back on his bed, he hugged his pillow and just thought, tipping back. His boss had said to take some time and consider his situation... right now, work was his priority. He couldn't afford to slip up... he couldn't afford to break character, or for his nerves to compromise his work. He was just going to have to suck it up, and keep the girly persona... all day, every day. <br><br>He took a deep breath when he stepped into work the other day, having walked about in his dress all the previous day and that morning. He put on his best giggling face and then went about his duties. While he had felt the inertia of a stumble coming at one point, he had saved his footing, and didn't trip after that. His confidence was picking up, and even Mr Vilkas watching him couldn't throw him off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 20:53:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of Chandice coming in the next day, his face determinedly bright and friendly, did a great deal to ease Vilkas' heart. He had confidence that Chandice was a fairly resilient person, but it was nice to have confirmation nevertheless. He had been wrong about people before, after all. It also spoke volumes about what exactly Chandice was going to be willing to put up with, another good thing to know. If the neko did not walk away today, there was a good chance that little Vilkas could do would drive him off. Or at the very least, little he'd actually consider doing.<br><br>And of course, the grace returning was rather nice for its own sake besides. The swish was back in his stride, again moving in a way that made Vilkas smile while watching, all the more so now knowing what he did. Things weren't really back to normal, but what was normal had changed into something similar and altogether agreeable.<br><br>It made the day seem to slide by breathtakingly quick, the concerns Vilkas might have had being discarded under a thousand little tasks that presented themselves with dire urgency. It wasn't until late in the evening that he even really had the time to think about Chandice again, save perhaps to take the time to give an approving nod at the sharp improvement in performance.<br><br>When he finally did manage to catch Chandice alone, it was after they had technically closed again, Chandice being one of the last to pick up his paycheque. When he did, Vilkas placed a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from immediately fleeing with the envelope.<br><br>"You do very good work," he said, his face sober, but his tone warmer than before. "Do not think I do not notice when you make special efforts." His hand slid down Chandice's side to rest on his hip. "And I think I can help. You walk very gracefully, but it is not perfect. I spent years watching people move for a living. Of these things I know a little bit, if you are interested in improvement."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 16:16:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stiffened at the touch, freezing but doing his best to seem impassive, little shoulders tensing under his hand. "I-I'm sure I can figure it out sir..." He wanted to go, feeling uncomfortable with the man's eyes trailing down his back, but he stopped when he saw the numbers on his check, mouth hanging open slightly. A bonus?<br><br>His eyes were glued to the cheque, so it wouldn't be hard for Vilkas to figure out what had struck him. "...Sir?" He peeked up at him, innocent eyes large and curious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 03:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Careful to keep his face to some modicum of neutrality, Vilkas nodded. "You show perseverance and improvement in the face of trying circumstances, and you get bonus, yes? It is how capitalism works, I am led to believe. You are provided incentive to do even better next time." A hint of a smile crossed his lips then despite himself. "It is an elegant system, I think."<br><br>He slid a little closer, coming up to stand next to Chandice. It wasn't <em>quite</em> a complete invasion of personal space, but it was fairly close, and it soon became one. "For instance, your walk. You sashay nicely, but you are not quite fluid sometimes, thinking too much, putting effort in places you should not." A hand slid down to rest on Chandice's hip, putting gentle pressure on, guiding the neko into a few steps forward, controlling the motion of his pelvis with a light touch. "Like so, you change how you walk, you become a new person, no? And the more people like this, the better business is had, and consquently—" a gesture to the opened envelope "—rewards for effort and success are to be had." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 15:55:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stiffened yet again when he felt those hands on his hips, but one look at that cheque was all it took to weaken any ill feelings he held. He was already reworking his budget in his mind. He peeked up at the older man, giving a tentative but genuine smile. <br><br>"T-thank you boss... I'll practice" He slipped out of his arms and gave a polite 'goodbye' wave over his shoulder, but once he had left the door and turned out of view, he was skipping, knees kicking up his dress. He had to go cash this right now! He didn't even feel the usual butterflies at going to a public place in his girls clothes. No one would notice him at the bank...<br><br>With that little stack of left over money, he browsed through the clothing stores between the bank and his home, and was carrying a man-bag like an over sized purse swinging at his front, with four new outfits inside, and some new undergarments. It had been forever since he had gone shopping like this... he was losing himself in this new persona of his. He wanted to get back inside the privacy of his room and slip into these new white stockings and then practice like Vilka's showed him, in front of the mirror. <br><br>His walk the next day would be improved.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frost rose</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:09:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile made a ripple of warmth run through Vilkas, and he could not help but return the gesture encouragingly. The self-satisfaction was deep and pervasive as he watched Chandice leave, considerably more light of step than when he came even today let alone previous days. "See that you do," he said, the note of sternness in his voice almost entirely vanished, just enough to hint that he would not tolerate backsliding at this point, returning the wave and seating himself so he could watch Chandice leave. The smile remained, curving up now in amusement as he saw the downright giddiness with which Chandice carried himself.<br><br>It was just as gratifying to see that Chandice had apparently taken his promise seriously. It would take a fair while of conscious effort to perfect, of course, but it was plainly obvious to Vilkas' eye that Chandice had been putting in an effort to improve his walk. There were other little things as well. The uniform was of course the same skirt as always—although he made a mental note to see if he could get Chandice into the hot pants variant in private some time—but it seemed that Chandice had put some more thought into making it an actual wearable outfit. Plain socks had been traded for something more appropriately feminine. An able and cute employee before, the new effort had drawn more than a few appreciative glances from the male patrons, and even a few of the female ones.<br><br>Vilkas was care to pay his waitresses a living wage, despite not being technically required to. The notion of tipping was still somewhat alien to him, despite having lived here for years, and making someone rely on them? No, it wasn't something he would do. Which translated into not needing every cent of tips just to make the minimum wage, and the new bearing and manner worked wonders, compounding more here on top of the bonus already had.<br><br>And things only looked to be getting better for the moment. Vilkas did not find himself with the time to corner Chandice that evening for as long as he would like to, not with the monthly inventory and bookkeeping to catch up on. Instead, when seeing the neko start to leave, he beckoned him over, tilted his chin up and placed a kiss on his cheek. A gentle one, affectionate and not yet too forward, but unmistakeably romantic, different from the kisses of greeting he might have used in other circumstances and punctuated by a hand coming down to follow the curve of Chandice's bottom for a moment. "It is good to see you doing better," he said, before shooing off the boy home, thoughts and plans starting to sift through his head as he considered to what extent Chandice had gotten used to the new level of affection between them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Flower and Snake (Sabby &amp; frost rose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 18:13:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chandice really liked his work hours. There was enough day light when he closed up to spend an hour in town, and when coming home the sky would be darkening and showing stars. It really felt like the end of a day. This time, though, what with the season changing and the day being quite busy, it was mostly black outside when Chandice was putting the last of the chairs on their tables.<br><br>He waved to Cherry, the Hyena girl that he was getting to know, who laughed and waved back as she dashed off with her bag over one shoulder, already changed and out the door. The chairs had always been Chandice's job, first so he could change alone, but now it just meant he was alone with Vilkas...<br><br>He didn't think Cherry suspected, and it was helpful to have a girl around, both for his confidence and for his learning. He couldn't help the flutter in his stomach as his eyes drifted down to Cherry's short tail, which wagged and flicked her skirt up. It had been a while since his last time...<br><br>With that thought in his head, his shoulders stiffened at Vilka's voice, and he finished up with the last chair and obediently turned on his heels to go to him, the serving tray held to his flat chest. "Yes boss?"<br><br>While he saw it coming a few seconds early, he froze and couldn't stop it, but it was such a gentle thing he did not feel that twitch reflex to yank himself away. "Er... t-t-thank you boss... I mean Vilkas... I mean, err... Mr Rafas, uhm..." He couldn't even remember which was his first name and his last in the mental confusion, scratching the back of his head and grinning nervously, just shutting up, not trusting a word to come out right.
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