Trade Off For Fame (LD50&halspeedyrp)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Sugarman (hal) on 17-09-2007, 00:37:29</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 00:37:29</strong>
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				Steven Affleck<br>Age 23<br>Physical Description:<br>Steven is a strong healthy young man at 5’8’’ high and a trim 175 lbs. He works out regularly and perhaps thinks too highly of himself. His hair is dark black and he sports neatly trimmed facial hair. <br><br>His manhood is overly large at a healthy 9 inches. He loves it beyond question and proudly uses it sparingly. His favorite saying regarding it, is, “never put it in anything you mind won’t go first,” so sex is very selective and seldom. <br><br>Settling: <br><br>The day had been another disappointing day. His hope to becoming a top model in the fashion industry had been met with rejection again. After six interviews in thee weeks, all coming to not, he is nearly ready to pack it in. <br><br>It had been almost two years sense he came to New York. Two years and a hundred interviews reaping in only thee good jobs, it sucked. Bar tending seemed his only bright spot. He liked Max’s Bar, it has a good regular bunch, but his income lacked inspiration doing it. Something had to change very soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 01:11:54</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 01:48:31</strong>
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				It was another busy Friday night at Max’s, totally crowded, noisy and rather depressing. Steven was one of three tenders this evening and one of them was a new trainee. This, of course, meant he had to take up the slack. <br><br>“Hell I wish the boss wouldn’t put on a new guy on a Friday evening,” he mumbled to himself.<br><br>His nature was generally pleasant, but this night it was hard to be so. He just wanted to get the hell home and kick back, you know, ignore life. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 02:19:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Bianca's attention had been abruptly brought to the new bartender as he fumbled with her drink. She could feel her temper rising and pushed it down with some effort. "Jack and coke. It's not that hard." Her tone was patronizing, but her voice was a silky and smooth contralto marked by a distinctive French accent. The man only fumbled harder, made doubly nervous by her irritation. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 02:39:57</strong>
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				Seeing the new guy melt in embarrassment, Steven stepped in. <br><br>“I’ll take care of her Charles, you get that guy a logger,” he told the new tender with a smile. <br><br>Then turning to the lovely patron, “sorry Miss, your drink is… Jack and coke?” <br><br>He cleaned off the counter as he smiled nicely at her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 03:18:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Bianca looked him up and down, "<em>Oui</em>." Her answer was short and impatient. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 03:28:02</strong>
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				He retreated to the mixes and put together her drink. On returning he eyed her. <br><br>“Something familiar to this woman… where?” he thought. <br><br>“Here you go Miss… this one is on the house.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 03:36:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">"Thank you." She took the drink and sipped at it, turning to look back at the dance floor until her cell phone rang. She dug it out of her purse and unfolded it, bringing it to her ear with a short, "Barclay." She listened to the voice on the other end of the line, her face growing darker. "<em>Quoi</em>?! He can't do that! He's on contract! Call Pierre immediately! Where the hell are we going to get another model? What? No. No no no. Call Pierre and tell him what's going on and then call Charlotte and tell her to fax me everyone she has in the next ten minutes. I'm going to finish my drink and I'll talk to you in thirty." She hung up, obviously very distraught. This would never happen in Paris. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 03:59:15</strong>
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				He was working the bar but continued to think on where he had seen her. After her call he returned. Looking questioningly at her, “pardon Miss… do you frequent Max’s?” <br><br>He hadn’t remembered serving her before.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 04:05:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Bianca looked up at him, mid-sip, irritated. "No. This was the first and last time." She took another sip, obviously trying to drink more quickly. Her accent was thicker now that she had more stress. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trade Off For Fame (LD50&amp;halspeedyrp) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sugarman (hal)</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 04:20:43</strong>
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				“Truly sorry…. But I’ve seen… ah…&nbsp; your very familiar to me,” he stammered. <br><br>He sensed her irritated state. She was definitely not having a good day and neither was he. He certainly didn’t want to bother her but it was his job to make folks happy and comfortable. A happy drinker is a more enjoyable patron, and he definitely wanted her happy. <br>
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