A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)
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				Title: <strong>A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 13:58:13</strong>
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				The night was haze of refracting light through cloud and rain, overcast taking the London sky not long before the sun set. It had been pouring for hours, evening growing rather old as he waited for his company’s arrival in the study. Their message that afternoon had apologized for the late appointment, but it couldn’t be avoided because of “business”. He was promised an explanation when they met.<br><br>Almost 11, and finally the sound of a motor-coach pulled into the front courtyard of the manor. The woman inside wrapped her rich clock tightly, awaiting the coachman to open the carriage’s door for them. A wealthy, older woman, graceful and refined. Clothed in luxurious corsets and dresses of the highest fashion, and more than comfortable in her financial means to acquire all she desired. The owner of a bustling business, a skilled businesswoman.<br>But she hadn’t always been that way. Her fortunate life for the past 10 years had all been thanks to a favour. A favour that she still owed, even if not for much longer.<br><br>She glanced over to her companion to be sure they were ready, then took the coachman's hand and stepped from the cab.<br><br>A soft knock came at his study’s door, and the butler let the guests through. The woman gave a little respectful bow, her cloak hood down and presented to speak. The other, trailing behind her, greeted him much the same though remained hidden in theirs for the time being.<br><br>“Thank you for meeting so late, sir,” she began. “I’m afraid my presence is necessary at my business until after the evening’s ‘peak’.<br>“I doubt you would remember me by sight, but perhaps my name from back then would ring a bell; Marian Laurey. A good 10 years ago you leant me a fair sum of money, with the promise I return the favour one day with something more ‘interesting’ than just repayment. I believe, finally, after all this time, I might have found something that will suit you.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 21:44:01</strong>
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				The weather was frightful, but the master of the manor's study was warm and comfortable, sheltered from the wind and rain. Only the gentle patter of rain on glass, and the occasional creak from the walls after a particularly strong gust of wind gave any hint of the rising storm. A lively fireplace crackled at one end of the room, bathing all the rest in a soft orange glow. In a large chair, not far away, sat the master of the house, smoking a pipe, a glass in his hand.<br><br>Ernest William Crane, E. W. for short, was his name. It was a well-known name, owing mainly to the success of his father, and his father before him, in building the family company. Both had been brilliant inventors of mechanical devices, and later firearms and other weapons, earning them a world-wide reputation. Ernest was himself a shrewd inventor, though not nearly so skilled as his father and grandfather, and perhaps the greatest businessman of the three. Consequently, most of his time was spent managing the company, and his own wealth. However, the hard work invested by the previous generations had left a company so large, and growing so quickly, that there was neither the need, nor truly the possibility, of him managing it all. As a result, he had ample time – and money – to pursue other interests.<br><br>When his appointment finally arrived, he laid down his pipe, and set down his glass, and rose from his seat. "I remember well enough," he said, which was not entirely a lie. In that day he'd been a young man, not even the company's head, and full of ambition. He still was not an old man, just past thirty, but he certainly felt older. Streaks of gray in his hair, by the ears and along the sides, only added to it. Still, he had all the energy, and very nearly the excitement, he had displayed all those years ago.<br><br>At her mention of the perfect repayment, he chuckled a little. "I had not thought you would remember, after so long. But if this is a repayment has been ten years in the making, I suspect it might just be perfect," he said. "Well, how long are you going to keep me in suspense?" he asked, with one eyebrow raised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 09:24:52</strong>
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				The woman smiled coyly. With the money borrowed, she had started a business which she knew very well; a brothel. It quickly became a success, reputation spreading of its discrete nature and... varied menu. Exquisite damsels, handsome young men, exotic beauties, and always a fair few “exotic” in ways one normally wouldn’t imagine. Within a couple years, it became one of the most respected, expensive, high-class brothels in the city, overseen by its strong-willed, clever owner, Madame Surrey.<br><br>“You’re known to have a taste for collecting unusual things,” the Madame spoke, smoothly, rounding her companion and raising hands to pull back their hood.<br><br>The cloth fell down around the other’s shoulders, revealing the woman below. A heart-shaped face with pinky skin, and curled hair as red as an apple. To call her striking was to put it plainly; she was sweet and lovely, with something otherworldly about her. A few subtle piercings adorned her face; a few beads below her lips, and couple more lining the bridge of her nose. And a maroon stripe of ink fell down the middle of her lip and off her chin. An unusual beauty with accents to match.<br>She looked back at him as blankly she could, but there was a hint of stubbornness behind her eyes.<br><br>“Her name is Anouk,” the Madame continued, beginning to unfasten the buttons of the red head’s cloak. “She was part of a French gypsy caravan that passed through a few years ago. I bought her off one of their merchants and have been refining her since for you, Mr. Crane.” She often found her escorts this way. Buying slaves or whores she saw the real value of from lower class sources and bringing them up to meet their true worth. Owned by her, they were taken good care of and lived in luxury for their work.<br><br>The Madame finally pulled the cloak free from the younger woman. Anouk was dressed in lavishness that out-shown her mistress’. An embroidered corset hugged her small-set torso, a ruffled bolero clung to her shoulders. Her breasts, smaller but shapely, sat snug inside the bustier, plump and soft. And below the bunched fabric of her dress seemed to be very distinguished hips; despite her smaller frame, Anouk appeared to be rather curvy.<br><br>“She’s more unique than even at first glance.” The Madame held a coy smile, standing a few steps away, in case Crane wanted to inspect her himself. “Should you like her, I have a few other changes of her clothes in the coach. I’m sure the rest you’d like to buy yourself, to fit your preferences.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 03:12:07</strong>
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				E. W. regarded Anouk with curiosity, and wonder at what it was that made the girl more interesting than any other. A pretty thing, to be sure, with a background that was no doubt colorful. Still, those were, all things considered, common traits. For her to truly stand apart from others, she would need to be special indeed.<br><br>It was true, as she said. The success of his company had afforded him much time to pursue other interests, and over the years he had developed a large collection of strange and unique treasures, statuettes, trinkets, books and other objects, the stranger the better. They would be tracked down by well-paid treasure hunters, or sometimes he would travel abroad to find them himself. Occasionally, he was visited by strange people from stranger places, witch doctors and inventors from faraway countries. Naturally, he had also seen his share of exotic women.<br><br>The master of the house smiled as the Madame spoke. "I am flattered you would think of me," he said, and chuckled faintly. As the Madame stepped away, he took a step closer, cocking his head. "What I would like to know is, does she speak? Perhaps she could tell me herself how she is unique. I should love to hear her say it, in her own voice and her own words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 11:08:06</strong>
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				“She <em>can</em> speak,” an unfamiliar voice chimed in, rather indignantly. English perfect and clear as a bell, but with just a hint of an accent. Just enough to ring unique in such an environment. <br>Anouk apparently wasn’t enjoying all this talk as if was weren’t present.<br><br>“Forgive me,” Madame Surrey interjected, “I’ve been unable to little more than tone down that bite she has.” She looked to the girl with light chastisement. “Answer him.”<br><br>Anouk glanced briefly at E.W. “I’m not... <em>entirely</em> female.” Her sights fell from his by the time her words trailed off, uncomfortable in the predicament. Still seeming to hold a strand of resentment for it all. “Female body, with male... organs.”<br>It was a confession that would take most by surprise, and perhaps to not be believed. Her face, her figure, and very nature was distinctively female. An identity Anouk appeared to be quite happy with.<br><br>Anouk sat quietly inside herself, with a sigh. She knew she should bite her tongue, swallow her defiance and accept indentures to this man. It was preferable, even to her, after all. At least he looked clean and respectable, and thankfully handsome. Unlike the slues of smug young noblemen and old pot-bellies with questionable hygene she’d had to endure at the brothel. She would be taken good care of here, it seemed.<br>With a final deep breath, Anouk regained a more attentive air, back straightening though her eyes still refused to linger in E.W.’s for more than a moment at a time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 01:15:33</strong>
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				E. W. smiled, and shook his head. He motioned for Madame Surrey not to worry, apparently amused by the girl's attitude.<br><br>Nothing could have prepared him for what she was about to reveal, but if the revelation shocked him, he certainly did not show it. He began to raise his eyebrows when she said she was not entirely female, and then further as she revealed the truth. The man was silent, considering it for a moment. Anouk's apparent discomfort, however, urged him to speak.<br><br>"I see," he said, rather plainly, like someone who has just had some puzzle explained to them. "I certainly did not expect that. I must say, you have succeeded where many, many others have failed," he said, looking at Madame Surrey. He looked back at Anouk, looking her over, for once unsure of what to say. It was a situation both strange and exciting. For a woman who was not entirely a woman, Anouk certainly did not want for good looks.<br><br>E. W. looked back at Madame Surrey. "I thank you for this. Consider your end of our bargain upheld, to the letter. I'm certain the lovely lady and I will get along splendidly, though is there anything else I should know up front? If not, I do look forward to getting to know her," he said, glancing at Anouk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 09:19:34</strong>
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				“No, sir,” the Madame replied smoothly, pleased with his satisfaction. “That is all pretenses you should have to know. I’ve trained her in etiquette, manner, and the skills of her profession. She has been a good student, and you shouldn’t have trouble with her, other than that bit of a sharp tongue.” The woman looked proud of not only herself but the girl as well. Surely being brought in and trained by her was means to a better life, and while still a slave, here Anouk would live well so long as she provided with her responsibilities.<br><br>“Do my honour well, dear,” Madame Surrey spoke toward her gift, with an affectionate hand on Anouk’s shoulder. “Behave.” With a peck left of the girl’s cheek, the Madame started back toward the door. “I will have her trunk brought up. Is there a room that readily might be hers?”<br><br>E. W. described a room down the hall, and the woman was off after a proper farewell to both her host and former slave.<br>And the two were left alone.<br><br>Anouk stood straight and tall, stubborn, though uncertain enough to avoid looking him in the eye for the time being. For all her training and all the pride she tried her damnedest to swallow, the girl seemed unable to relent her aloofness on her own initiative.<br>She did, however, manage a little bow when their eyes did meet for a fleeting moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 00:51:48</strong>
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				E. W. regarded Anouk for a moment, in silence. He was smiling faintly, curious above all. After a few moments had passed, he finally got out of his chair, and took a few steps toward his gift. He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, and looked down at her, cocking his head.<br><br>He was a tall man, and thin. It was even more apparent when he stood next to her, the half-gloom of the room surely making him seem even more imposing, dramatic shadows cast over his gaunt features, and the creases of his shirt. The image was softened somewhat by his faint, persistent smile, and eyes bright at the side of such a beautiful mystery.<br><br>"Very well," he said, after some more moments of looking her over. "I admit to being quite curious. Curiosity, as you probably know, killed the cat," he said, arching one eyebrow, "but satisfaction brought it back. Would you like to satisfy my curiosity?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 05:05:59</strong>
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				She stood, uncomfortable inside herself for a long moment with a sigh. Inner lip gnawed in stubbornness before her hands rose.<br><br>Anouk’s arms folded back and the sound of silk ribbons pulled loose rose. The corset remained snug about her little ribcage and her pert breasts, but the skirts rustled and loosened. Soon she began to wiggle them from beneath her bustier, and slipped it down her legs. From beneath came voluptuously curvy hips, her legs thick and smooth, a little chubby belly peeked softly out from beneath her corset. About her hips wrapped a silky garter belt, straps falling to keep striped stockings, topped with lace, high up on her thighs. White heels stepped out from the plume of her fallen skirts, several buckles strapping the front of her tiny feet in on each.<br>Silk panties hung with something extra; something no one would suspect at look of her face or form.<br><br>Anouk came to stand still again, vulnerable and uncomfortable. Watching as his eyes came to wash over her.<br>“I hope I meet your expectations, <em>Sire</em>.” Polite words in a stubborn voice, wavering some with anxiousness. 
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 00:16:19</strong>
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				E. W. watched her with great interest and intensity as she undressed herself, sitting back to enjoy the sight and allow her the time she needed. The faint shuffling sound from her undressing mingled with the crackling from the dying fireplace to provide a soothing background noise, the only sound to break the silence of the sort that makes everything seem sharper, somehow.<br><br>He nodded faintly, mostly to himself, in approval, as her hips and her belly were revealed. She was quite thick, at least compared to some women, and that had always been his preference. In the end, it was the drooping bulge in her panties, where women usually had no such bulge, that caught his attention. A jolt of excitement rushed through him, and for a few moments, he sat still, simply looking at it.<br><br>"I don't know what to expect," he said, after a moment. He looked her in the eyes. "Come closer," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LohAnon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 10:12:42</strong>
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				He could see her throat roll with a hard swallow at his command, and hesitated a moment. But soon she wound his desk and stood a bit off to the side of her new owner, posture still proper and her demeanor only given in slightly to the blight of her nerves.<br>Anouk was looking him up and down as he examined her similarly. E.W. was, indeed, handsome, and she was thankful for that. He seemed a gentleman, so far at least, which she could also appreciate. And wealthy. She would be well looked after. Things looked hopeful, if she over-looked the services that would be required of her. Disregarding her purpose, though, was very hard.<br><br>The details of her figure and face were only all the more grand up close. Her skin looked lush just in appearance, and her face even more lovely and exotic when drawn in so closely. She smelled sweet and warm. Even the luxury of her clothing was more than expected, not that those held much interest for him. Though they did suit her marvelously.<br><br>But the object of most his attention’s gravity continued to be the weight inside her thin-fabric panties. E.W. could even make out some definition below the silk, and it only intrigued him more.<br><br>The woman turned slowly in place, after a requesting gesture from him. Her rear was smooth and soft, much like her belly and hips, her small frame leaving her pear-shaped. Anouk found him looking quite pleased as she faced him again. “Madame has sent me with other garments and ‘gifts’ as well, if you are inclined to see them.” She was diverting the situation, or perhaps stalling, uncomfortable in her place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Man of Unique Tastes (Hemingway/LohAnon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 02:07:59</strong>
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				Anouk's hesitation and apparent discomfort did not elude E. W. It struck him as odd, as he assumed the girl was used to the sort of exposure he expected of her, and he could not understand why she would feel more uncomfortable in his company than anyone else's. Still, though she was now his property, it would not do to mistreat her in any way. Besides, that exotic bulge he could so vaguely see the outline of in her panties filled him with a warmth deep within, one of curiosity and desire, one that should be savored, not rushed.<br><br>"Very well," he said, speaking slowly, calmly. His was a deep voice, one that seemed to suit perfectly the quiet, intimate atmosphere of the room with its quietly crackling fireplace. "Here is what I suggest. You saw where your things were brought? Why don't you go upstairs, and find something nice to wear – impress me – then come back here, and we will get acquainted. Perhaps we will have some wine, even, to help you feel comfortable?" he suggested, and raised on eyebrow, as if to ask her opinion.<br><br>Curiosity still burned within him, but he found it would be best to allow her a certain degree of leniency. Others who owned slaves, especially those noblemen who kept young women essentially chained to their beds, could be harsh masters, with no regard for the slave's feelings. To be too lenient, he also knew, was to invite rebellion. There had to be a balance, of sorts.
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