Evolved (Flower & Deamonbane)
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				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-09-2016, 17:41:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div> There was an American tradition when it came to long road trips, starting back in the fifties and the sixties, when there wasn't any internet or smartphones and teens were starved for new and improved things to do. Getting into their parents' vans or VW Kombis and hitting the road, travelling to the furthest coast and back for an epic quest or story to one day tell the grandchildren. Like most things, the American Road Trip had evolved and eventually gone extinct as people found safer ways of exploring their adventurous natures. But the tradition and culture were there, and had lived on in the various motorcycle clubs that had survived the turn of millenia.<br><br>And travelling across the entirety of the country did have it's appeal, Ryan had to admit. It was an incredible journey, seeing all the different bits of the US in the span of a little more than a week. It was a journey that he had made before and would gladly repeat, despite the uncomfortable situation of being on one's posterior for hours on end, hands feeling numb from the vibrations and the fun lottery of what condition his rooms would be in in the various cheap motels that he had stopped in. He had taken the camping route on a couple of the nights too, unrolling his sleeping bag and sleeping under the stars.<br><br>All that said, Ryan was glad that the ride was finally at an end, pulling the bike to the stop a few hundred yards in front of the Bay Bridge, a welcoming sight to all of the hundreds of vehicles zipping by him on the shoulder of the road as the sun was beginning to touch the western horizon. There waiting for him just before he entered the city in proper MC tradition, was a greeting party of five members of the local charter, all on their favorite bikes, and one of them the president of the charter. The man had a head of long white hair tucked underneath his black helmet and a bushy mustache of the same color, but he looked as hale and hearty as a man half his age. Bushy eyebrows, thunderous blue eyes and a no padding needed under his leather jacket, he looked like he would be riding bikes until time ended.<br><br>"Ryan," The man said, coming up close and showing off his impressive stature, a good three inches taller than him. Both men hugged.<br><br>"Ol' Jimmy," Ryan responded, giving the man a hearty slap on the back and then took a step back," Still alive, looks like."<br><br>"Not for the lack of trying, I'm here to tell ya," The man was tied to the Irish mob by association only, his own origins as diffused as most folks tended to be out in the west coast. It wasn't any trouble, really. The Irish were an open bunch, and the man knew how to handle their particular brand of business in Cali as well as the best of stock brokers. It made him a lot of enemies, though.<br><br>Ol' Jimmy turned to his four fellow Brothers and indicated for them to come closer," You've met Ryan already Joker," He indicated to a man with fiery red hair and an ugly Glasgow smile, who made it uglier by smiling and coming over to give Ryan a hug of his own. The rest remained back.<br><br>"Westie, Knuckles and Conan, allow me to introduce you to the best fistfighter I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and a great biker overall, Private Murray," The three men nodded at Ryan, who gave them a half-hearted salute.<br><br>"Nice to meed you, boys."<br><br>Ol' Jimmy stepped in again and slapped Ryan across the shoulder," We have a bit of a party ready at the chapel for ya, man. Got some meat cooking over the grill, lots of booze and some of the local talent hired to make things spicy and interesting. It'll be a night you won't soon be forgetting."<br><br>Ryan nodded and smiled, understanding the meaning hidden underneath the man's words. Here wasn't a good place to get rid of that particularly loaded sleeping bag that was burning a hole in his back seat. The chapel, or where the MC called headquarters, a Bar that had the same name as the club, The Wildling, would be where the exchange would take place. All six mounted up quickly and rode off into the glittering lights of San Francisco, across the bay.<br><br><hr><br>The bar itself wasn't much in the way of showiness. It was decently lit with a lot of bulbs across the walls and a dusty ceiling lamp, cleaner than most similar establishments tended to be. It was big too, with almost twenty booths spread scross the outer wall and fifteen seats set up in front of the oaken bar, manned by two of the prospective members of the MC for tonight. The floor was stone and the chairs and tables were all in good shape. There was a bit of an open area out in the back, where the grill had been set up, as well as a dozen more tables, four chairs each as a rule and a makeshift bar with yet another prospect manning it. Most of the men and women there wore the Wildling patch, marked with an Irish Arrowhead flower with white petals and a yellow center just below a skull with a knife and revolver crossed behind it, the same patch that was old and scarred on the back of Ryan's own jacket, formerly his father's, until arthritis condemned the man to ride no more. The rest were affiliates, prospects, ol' ladies, and the aforementioned Local Talent. There were usually the random unknowns that came in as large numbers as they dared, wanting to feel the rush of danger that came from drinking at a known Bikers' bar, but not tonight. Tonight was a private party, and anybody that the bouncers out front didn't know were turned away with a gruff word about them shoving baseball bats up where the sun hadn't lifted the darkness.<br><br>The grill was going at full speed. The Wildlings could out eat the entire American Armed Forces if they put themselves to the task, and tonight that task seemed to be what they were putting themselves to. With enough burgers, ribs, sirloins, sausages, chicken wings, corn cobs and the various other kinds of cuts and foods that came with a barbecue, as well as the quality and quantity of booze that only Irish bars could produce, it was going to be one hell of a party. And in the middle of the week too. For shame.<br><br>Ol' Jimmy came over to where Ryan was sitting, handing him a well frosted mug of lager, likely touched with a shot of good Irish Whiskey to make things interesting.<br><br>"What's up, Jim?" Ryan asked before taking a long sip from the lager.<br><br>"The guns are appreciated, Private. We were in some need out here. Lots of competition out here in the west, ya know. It's just that... I need a favor."<br><br>"Ask."<br><br>"You ever been in the big house?"<br><br>"I did a stint for... oh eight months back in '15 for possession. Why?"<br><br>"Well, my son - you met him, Gunther -" Ryan nodded, recalling the bearded fellow," He's been locked up for holding an unregistered gun for a pal that was on his second strike. Anyways, you know how the county jails are around here. A lot of our enemies are inside, and not enough friends, you know what I'm saying?"<br><br>"You're hoping I could give my uncle a call, ask him to get some of his allies in county to keep any shivs from ending up in Gunther's back," Ryan nodded again, taking another sip.<br><br>"Yeah."<br><br>"I'll give him a call. I'll need to use one of your phones though. The one that I have is a burner only to be used in emergencies. I don't think it'll be a problem. The Wildlings have been helping my uncle for as long as I can remember. If my uncle gives me a hard time about it, he owes me a couple favors. I'll make it happen. Until he can get something arranged though, you can start spreading the word that to mess with Gunther is to get oneself and one's family, friends, loved ones, high school crushes and passing acquaintances in serious trouble with the Irish boys."<br><br>"I appreciate it Ryan. There's a phone out back that you can use. What time is it on the East Coast anyways?"<br><br>"Robert's up at all times of the day or night. He'll take my call."<br><br>And he did. Not much hard time was given over the request, although a few days were needed to have everything arranged. There were lawyers to be given messages, messages to be passed along through the various different paths and then finally, a contact with Gunther himself. Hopefully, the word and threat of dire retribution would keep the shivs contained until everything could be set up. <br><br>Ryan was a little surprised. The Mob must have angered the Wildlings pretty bad to be giving them free guns and free prison protection to keep the peace. Or maybe they just wanted things on the west coast to stay smooth and cozy. It was a major cash cow for them and the IRA back home, after all.<br><br>"Taken care of," Ryan said stepping back outside into the warm summer evening.<br><br>"Thanks a million," Ol' Jimmy said, looking genuinely relieved.<br><br>"Anything for the Wildlings, am I right?"<br><br>"Damn fucking straight," Both men slammed mugs together, spilling the enhanced beer and taking long gulps from their respective drinks," Enjoy the party!"<br><br>Ryan chuckled, intending to do precisely that. He needed some relaxation after having spent the better part of the past two weeks on the road. His eye caught on one of the local talent, a lean brunette with a distinctive European look to her, carrying herself across the bar floor like she owned the damn joint. He indicated for the barkeep to pour another mug, and, once that was done, he strolled over to where she was standing.<br><br>"May I interest you in some of the Eire's finest stout?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div>Bob, her boss, instructed her to wear something attractive for the potentially lucrative occasion. He recommended, in his usual blunt manner, one of those conservative but flirty summer dresses, with the frilly edges and silk bow belt, preferably with nothing but what the Lord blessed her with underneath. His comments did not end there. He then stated she should doll up her pale face; be heavy-handed with the foundation, eyeshadow, and other crap women liked to smear across their skin. Don’t forget to make those big lips of yours pucker. Most importantly, Bob mentioned for her to keep that venomous mouth of hers closed and just smile until it was time to do something other than talk with it. <br><br>In response, Billie only had two words for him. <br><br>Fuck off.<br>&nbsp;<br>She pulled some loose fitting, dark denim shorts up her thighs and then yanked a dark brown halter top over the top of her head, not bothering with a bra. A quick comb of her fingertips tucked her lifeless hair into a messy ponytail as she did not have the patience for a more elaborate style. Why bother? It would be ruined by the end of the night. <br><br>Cigarette burning between her pouty lips, Billie headed out into the thick humidity and then unlocked the door of her nearby hooptie. The car was something to get her from Point A to Point B without much fuss. Sometimes, it worked; and other times, she ended up cursing the piece of shit while stranded on the side of the road, waiting for some cheap lowlife to help her bring it back to life. <br><br>The drive was a completely silent one; her car’s radio did not create anything worth hearing, only static played from the dusty speakers when she bothered to turn the volume knob up from being muted. Purchasing CDs from the local bootleg man was not an option either. The ancient car was too old and did not have a CD slot. Every now and then, smoke escaped her mouth before she eventually let the blowing wind take the still burning butt end of the cigarette as she tossed it out of the window. <br><br>Turn signal flashing into the surrounding darkness, dark cerulean hues quietly accessed the outside of the nightclub. It was packed, from front to back, with vehicles parked bumper to bumper. Licensed plates, found within it, were more varied than what you could find in a Walmart situated along the freeway. A sharp shriek cut through the night as she swung open her door and then stepped out onto the freshly mowed lawn. Already, Billie could hear the more familiar sound of celebration and inebriated men from inside of the building and more prominently coming from the backyard.&nbsp; <br><br>Hips swinging, she stroke determinedly towards the front door, unconcerned about the presence of burly men standing guard at the front door. Her arched eyebrows did lift a fraction when she noticed them shooing away a group of gangly young men. <br><br>Not everyone would be granted admission to the notorious gathering. <br><br>“The fuck are you?” One of them asked in an uninterested tone as he stared her up and down, not impressed by her choice of attire.<br><br>Some women, in her profession, might have taken that moment to do something dramatic, speak in a sultry tone intended to make his cock stand at attention. <br><br>“Billie Jean,” she replied in the same monotone voice, folding her arms across her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently against the ground. “Before you ask a shit ton of other questions, I’m one of Bob’s girls.”&nbsp; <br><br>“You’re not dressed like the rest who walked up in here.” The other guard accused, not even mildly amused by her attitude. <br><br>“This ain’t fucking kindergarten,” Billie snarled the response through gritted teeth, more irritated at the revelation of the other girls listening to Bob than the men’s pestering questions. Inhaling deep through her nostrils to calm her rising temper, she continued more civilly, “I wear what I want. Now, if you boys are done, I got work to do.”<br><br>For a few seconds, she truly believed they would send her skinny behind packing back to her car but then one of them gestured for her to head inside with a nod of his head as the other opened the door. Billie flashed them a smile before she made a beeline through the open door. Sure enough, the dumb broads from her strip joint were dressed like they were from some godawful 80s movie. She shook her head from side to side, not bothering to wave back when one of them tried to acknowledge her. <br><br>There were plenty of prospects around the room, pretty much all of them were drunk off their ass or well on their way to becoming so. Despite their rough exterior, she had little doubt they had deep pockets. If she played her hand right, she’d make a killing. However, unlike some of the other girls, who were already flashing their tits and doing other provocative deeds, her first priority was not finding the nearest cock to ride in some darken corner or in public if necessary. It was filling her growling stomach with some of the barbeque she smelled and drinking some beer. <br><br>Navigating through the somewhat rowdy crowd without difficulty, Billie made her way over to the food table, assessing its offerings, before she grabbed a plastic plate and begun piling food atop it. No doubt people would think her wasteful and unable to eat all the crap she put on it but she would put those thoughts to the coffin. Sitting down in one of the chairs, she brought the rib up to her mouth and took a bite. An approving groan escaped her mouth as a result. <br><br>It was then a dark haired biker approached her with a beer in his hand.&nbsp; Her gaze roamed across his face before she gestured with barbeque covered fingertips for him to sit it down on the table. Licking her fingers clean, Billie brought the mug up to her mouth and took a deep gulp. <br><br>Whatever they had in the mug was a strong concoction and she struggled to swallow it. Mentally, she made a note not to have another one or else she might end up passed out. “Damn,” she said with a little chuckle. “Can’t chug that down, can you?” Billie then tilted her head to the side, staring at him, before she took a scoop of her potato salad and brought it to her mouth. “This isn’t a pickup like or anything like that. I don’t have time for that shit. You look familiar. Not sure where I might have seen you though. I know it wasn’t here.” <br><br><hr><br>Ryan sat down, momentarily dumbfounded by... well, the woman in front of him. Utterly in tune with the spirit of the party, she seemed to all but have dismissed him in her presence, taking the mug without a word of thanks and chugging it down. He opened his mouth to offer advice against it, but she didn't seem like she would have given a rats ass about his comment on the potency of the drink. Some things folks had to learn by themselves, and he had to stifle a chuckle as her face reddened a bit as she struggled to swallow the gulp. He masked it well, taking a long sip from his own drink.<br><br>It was a momentary victory, however, as the chuckle returned," Shit," He said, incorporating the word into his chuckle," Give you a patch and you could pass for one of the Wildlings," A compliment of the highest order for someone that didn't have a patch themselves. An invitation to a wildly contagious brawl if said to a patch member. Something about it meaning that the person wouldn't pass as a member under closer inspection, but who cared? Brawls were rough fun, but not the kind of rough fun that he was in the mood for tonight.<br><br>"In response to your questions in order," He gave himself a moment to remember," Yes, this is a pick-up line. If you want, you can start charging now, since I find that a good talk makes for a better shagging experience in my..." He paused, giving himself a moment to think. He ended up just clearing his throat," Experience," He concluded lamely.<br><br>"As for your second question, I don't know. Don't take this as the lame pick-up line that it might be made out to be, but I think I would have remembered you if we'd met before. I came out here to San Fran two years ago, got into some fist-fights. Was even paid for a couple of them. My name's Ryan, by the way," He offered his hand," Ryan Murray. Don't ask the other guys for my name, though. They can't be trusted," He took a moment to take a sip from his drink.<br><br><hr><br>The taste of the drink lingered in her mouth, burning her cheeks and throat with its potency, but the slight discomfort did not prevent or slow down her enjoyment of the barbequed ribs. Not when a decent meal had evaded her in recent days. Billie lacked the patience needed to prepare a meal, especially one which required more than three steps. Usually, she mooched off her younger sister but of late the food had been poorly crafted, either burnt beyond recognition or over seasoned to the point where even a drink could not aid swallowing it down.<br><br>Yes, she could order from somewhere around her neighborhood. However, half of the time, none of the fancier and worthwhile places were open by the time she had the urge to feed herself. Either that or they did not deliver their four star appetizers and entrees beyond the tables in their pompous restaurants. <br><br>The next time she took a swing of whatever he handed her, Billie did not swallow it as eagerly as before, exercising some caution and good ol’ fashioned common sense. Around her, some of the other workers did not, attempting to look “cool” in front of their prospective buyers. She did not bother hiding her disgust, rolling her dark blue eyes, when one of the other bitches ran out of the party, as if her panties were filled with crabs, hand clamped over her mouth, presumably to paint the ground with her vomit. If she was going to choke on anything tonight, it sure as fuck was not going to be some fucking beer. <br><br>Her relaxed laughter joined his rumbling chuckles when he made an unexpected comment that she did not anticipate hearing from him or anyone else at the gathering. No flattery induced blush crossed her cheeks, though her face still remained a bit reddened from the heat of the drink spreading through her system. <br><br>“Mmm,” Billie said with a cleaning lick of her index finger, a motion not intended for his benefit but general pleasure, before she broke off another piece of meat to pop into her mouth. “As fun as your crowd is, I wouldn’t fit in.” She shrugged her shoulders as she chewed a little before swallowing the food in her mouth. “I have never been a big fan of riding. I always liked sitting, preferably on men’s faces. We can talk about that later though.” <br><br>She frowned a little, prodding her memory banks more deeply to come up with an answer, before her lips curved into a full-fledged grin, his explanation making their not-encounter less murky in her thoughts. “That’s where I know you from. I was at your match. I forget who you were fighting.” Billie bit her lower lip, pouted slightly, before she spoke again. “What was his name? Something stupid. Fuck it. I can’t remember. Anyways, you beat the shit out of him. Some people were calling you the Unbreakable man after the match.” She reached out and accepted his hand, shaking it, only noticing afterwards that she got his hands a little messy. “My bad. I’m Billie, with an I-E instead of a Y at the end. How long will you be in Cali this time?” <br><br><hr><br>He honestly didn't blame her. He didn't remember the names of most of the guys that he fought. He kept an honor roll of the guys that had actually been good fighters, and had probably only lost because of his, well, his condition. The first time he used it also came to mind, a lot, but he didn't recall the huge man's name. Plus, most of the guys had some ridiculous nicknames like 'Shark' or 'The Bull' or 'The Tank', and other such things. He disliked the use of a fighting stage name. There wasn't anything on this world that was like him and nothing that he was like. There were some similarities between what he did and a jackhammer, but using that as his fighting name was just...<br><br>Well, it was just all sorts of wrong.<br><br>He shook her offered hand, discretely wiping the transferred grease on a nearby and clean napkin," Nice to meet you, Billie."<br><br>She asked a question, he suddenly realized, tossing the napkin with perfect aim into a nearby waste receptacle. He knew the owner of the place, and the fact that she hated littering more than she hated feds, burnt meat and unkempt beards. Of course, there was no avoiding a mess when you had this many people and this much alcohol in the one place, but whoever started the mess would be getting an earful and a boxed ear. Because she treated most of the Wildlings, male or female, like they were ten years old, for some reason. Every MC charter needed a matriarch, after all.<br><br>"I'll be in Cali for a week or so, helping out. Likely gonna be heading up and down the West coast over the next couple months, crashing here for the most part. Some trouble back in Boston that I'm avoiding," No need to get into details. No need to share just why they called him the Unbreakable Man.<br><br>"About that sitting though... well, riding is a form of sitting. The only difference is that there's something vibrating, to some extent or another, underneath," He smiled crookedly as he finished that sentence. He wasn't generally this forward, but she didn't seem to be skating away from that sort of topic. Seemed rather comfortable around it, in fact. He leaned back in his seat and looked a little longingly towards the grill.<br><br>"I'll be right back," He said suddenly, springing quickly to his feet and jogging over to where they were serving the meats and food stuffs. He picked a plastic plate of his own and proceeded to pile on some food, ribs, meat cuts, sausage, dirty rice and&nbsp; some of the house's special couscous salad. Grabbing a thankfully real fork and another mug of draught, he returned to his chair.<br><br><hr><br>The corners of Billie’s eyes crinkled, lipstick coated mouth threatened to form a smile when Ryan did not hesitate to take her hand. Though she understood the Wildlings were without pretentiousness and roughly bred, it was a refreshing change of pace to her more recent clients, who needed to be stripped of their inbred sense of entitlement and arrogance. <br><br>Though she would perform with the same level of enthusiasm regardless, making his porno inspired filth into a reality, a tiny portion of her hoped he would not disappoint and turn out to be an absolute bore. From what she could recall from murky memory, he concealed a rather muscular form underneath his leather jacket. <br><br>Most prostitutes did not have the illusion of choice when it came to their clients. They spread their thighs for every Tom, Dick, or even Sally who requested or more accurately demanded it of them in order to keep food in their stomach or a roof over their head. Even more pressing, there was the known fact that not all of their earnings went into their own pockets. No such person existed for Billie, at least not anymore. Still, she held onto the same practices of her younger days, not turning away someone for their appearance. Bill collectors had little patience or sympathy for excuses. Tears only served to agitate them. So she screwed the old, obese, and so forth as long as they could afford her services. It was a rare treat though when she met someone with nice packaging. <br><br>She savored the brief feel of his hand around hers, calloused fingers warming her skin more than the thick humidity clinging to the air. His touch exerted enough strength for her to be reminded of his profession. Withdrawing her hand, she dropped her hand back to her plate, picking up yet another rib to bring to her mouth. <br><br>Some trouble back in Boston that I'm avoiding.<br><br>“Mmph,” she grunted in response, mouth occupied with the task of chewing meat, when he answered her question about how long he would linger around California. Faint curiosity flashed across her expressive blue hues when he revealed the reason behind his presence being related to trouble. Her interest did not spur forth due to an infatuation with bad men, though she always seemed to attract them, but self-preservation. Billie did not want to be in the midst of polishing his cock with her mouth or pussy to find herself caught in the middle of a gun standoff or dragged off him by the local boys in blue. <br><br>“I don’t need or want to know the details,” she stated calmly and lowered the remaining bone into her plastic plate. “But whatever sent you running from Boston isn’t going to make itself known tonight, is it?”<br><br>About that sitting though...<br><br>She laughed abruptly when Ryan challenged her preference with an assertion of his own. “Well, maybe I haven’t been riding on the right type of bikes. Doubtful; seeing as I have been on a few. I’ve been proven wrong before though. It was a while ago but it still counts.” <br><br>No longer interested in her plate, not that much remained atop it, Billie pushed her food away and then reached over to grab a few napkins, using them to clean off her hands and face. It was only then did she realize some water and soap was essential. About then, Ryan decided to get himself some food as well. Without bothering to explain herself, she rose up from her chair and grabbed her plate as well. A quick glance around the room allowed her to spot the trash bin. She headed over in its direction, dumping her food within it, and then made a beeline for the ladies room. Since she was in there, she went ahead and took a quick piss as well. After emerging, her gaze immediately went back over to the table, checking to see if he bothered waiting for her return or not. She would not be sore if he turned his attention elsewhere. <br><br>“I have returned,” Billie announced softly as she sat down beside him, lifting her leg to drape across his lap. “There’s a motel nearby if you’re interested in more than a quickie. If not, I’m sure we can find somewhere else. Your choice.” <br><br><hr><br>She made an interesting point. Would the Feds or those... other guys be tracking him all the way down here? He had gotten into a little scrap with them on his way to Cali, but he had taken some very thorough precautions to make sure that he lost them and that they stayed that way. Tracking a guy that had been on the wrong side of the law his entire life, and who had grown up alongside folks that had taken that wrong side and made it their home for generations was a difficult proposition, no matter how extensive your resources were. He had even taken the time to get some new plates and papers for his bike in Vegas before taking the last leg to San Fran. If those guys could find him after that, he deserved... whatever they had in mind for him.<br><br>All that to say," I don't think any of my troubles'll be bleeding over to you tonight, mo bhean," That last bit felt like a nice touch.<br><br>While she was away, he took the time to get some food eaten. Eating quickly had never been something more than a habit for him. Ryan was the youngest of four brothers and all four had taken to stealing his food when neither of their parents were around, so eating quickly became a necessity if he wanted any of the good stuff at all, and he never grew out of it, even when he then proceeded to outgrow all four of them. He wolfed down the meat and was halfway through the couscous when Billie returned from powdering her nose, as it were. He quickly cleaned his mouth with a napkin as she sat down and propped a leg up on his lap. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her nicely toned thigh.<br><br>Ryan tried not to show that he was caught off guard when she immediately jumped to them blowing this joint in favor of a quickie or a motel room, quite well too, and he gave her thigh a quick squeeze," Motel room sounds nice. I need to get some accommodations around here anyways. Two birds, one stone and all that," He said, taking to his feet and offering a hand to Billie to help her up. Who said bikers couldn't be gentlemen too? He picked up his plate and tossed it, food and all, in the nearest bin and guided her to where his bike was parked. He swung himself into the leather seat and pulled on his helmet, offering her one that he had snagged from the bar on their way out.<br><br>"Hop on," He indicated," I'll show you what a real ride feels like," On cue, he turned the engine on with a deep, satisfying thrum.<br><br><hr><br>Billie’s mouth curved upward, forming a lopsided smirk, when Ryan laid one of his hands atop her thigh. Unabashedly, she widened her legs for him, as if to offer more than a brief caress of skin, regardless of the fact that they could gain an audience as a result of her wordless encouragement.<br><br>Being used by him would only result in more money, making her the hottest piece of pussy in the joint. The other workers, try as they might, would not be able to complete. Even if they were foolish enough to try, she did not doubt her ability to overcome whatever they devised amongst each other.&nbsp; Despite these thoughts, she exercised rare patience for Ryan, granting him the ability to determine how he wished to spend his evening without any persuasive interference from her. His choice was unsurprising as he did not come across as a lover or orgies. <br><br>“Customer knows best,” Billie commented with a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, as she watched him rise from the table. “At least, for now.” <br><br>As he extended his hand, she made a point to ignore it, standing up without his assistance. The brunette saw no point in pretending to be someone she was not. Following behind him, she inhaled deep, holding the night air in her lungs, before she quickened her gait in order to keep pace with his longer stride. A quick glance was spared in the direction of her beaten-up vehicle, still parked in the grass, but she did not voice her concern for it. More than likely, their session would only last an hour or so. There were some nearby motels so she could walk back afterwards. <br><br>She did not emit a single protest when he held out a helmet for her. “Call me crazy but that’s the hottest thing you’ve done since we started talking.” Her tone held sincerity before she placed it atop her head and buckled the fastenings underneath her chin. Without further delay, she placed her hands on his shoulder and then mounted the back of the bike, securing her arms around him. <br><br>I'll show you what a real ride feels like.<br><br>Her stomach did a little flip as the engine purred to life, unlike hers which sputtered every time she turned the key. “Umm…we can save the tricks for the bedroom.” She swallowed thickly and tightened her grip as the bike began to move. <br><br><hr><br>He pulled his own helmet, custom-made to sport the MC's sigil in the front, from where it was hanging on the right handlebar and pulled it on, strapping in place with a small smile as he felt her arms tightening around his neck at the rev of the engine," You're crazy," He said, in a point-of-fact sort of way, still sort of grinning as he gently glided Charlene out from where he'd parked her and finally gave her some juice. They picked up speed gently. He could tell from the way that she was gripping at him that she didn't enjoy riding on motorcycles, or maybe just not one that sounded like it was it's own personal, rolling and revving earthquake. While feeling her gripping at him tightly, feeling her pressing against his back was enjoyable, he really hoped that the ride didn't put her off the mood. Just in case, he kept the ride at a very smooth cruise, not going for anything fast or fancy, reaching one of the nearest motels after the ride took a bit longer than it would have had he been in a hurry.<br><br>He'd stayed at this place before, and while it wasn't exactly the Ritz, far from it in fact, it was a family owned joint and was kept relatively clean and tidy in comparison to the kind of reputation that motels had garnered. Most of the guys from the MC stayed at this place when they didn't want to crash at the charter, and the owner and his wife were almost considered honorary Wildlings.<br><br>Ryan rolled up to a parking spot near the check-in and climbed off the bike, taking a page from his previously learned lesson and didn't offer to help Billie off. Instead, he pulled his helmet off and moved over to the counter where a stout, middle-aged man could be seen, peeking at some papers from behind his inch-thick glasses. His hair was a dull brown, combed over to cover the spot of his head that was beginning to grow bald. He was clean-shaven and wearing a beach shirt with some bright colors palm leaves creatively drawn on it.<br><br>"What's up, Georgie. I need a room for a couple weeks, starting tonight if you've got any openings."<br><br>The man looked up, his eyes looking huge through his glasses and his face opened up in a smile, showing an impressive selection of pearly whites," Holy shit, if that ain't Private Murray on my doorstep once more, He turned back to where a door was leading behind the counter," Hey, Carla! Guess who's come to town again!"<br><br>Ryan ground his teeth at the appearance of a nickname that he hoped would not make an appearance tonight," Hey, it's nice to see you again, Georgie, but..."<br><br>"Carla, Goddammit, come out and see who came to pay us a visit."<br><br>"Georgie..."<br><br>"CARLA!"<br><br>"George..."<br><br>"Damn woman's probably up watching some of her damn Mexican telenovellas. Can't get enough of them soaps."<br><br>"George," Ryan's patience was wearing thin, but damned if it was going to show in his voice or on his face," I need me a room for a couple weeks, MC rate, starting tonight. You got any available?"<br><br>"Shit, I've always got a room for you, you know that. You still like that corner room? The one with that balcony?"<br><br>"If it isn't too much trouble."<br><br>"Fuck trouble, she's yours. Here lemme get you the key," He rooted around in a drawer nearby and pulled out a key with 201 engraved on it.<br><br>"Thanks, Georgie," Ryan pocketed the key, giving the man a smile," There's someone I got to take care of first, but once I'm finished I'll come down and settle, okay?"<br><br>"Damn, Private, you know that you can always settle when you leave."<br><br>"Still though, I'd rather settle as soon as possib..." George wasn't listening anymore, instead, walking over to the door.<br><br>"Dammit, Carla! Private's here, come down and say hello."<br><br>Ryan closed his eyes, grinding his teeth and taking a deep breath before turning back to Billie," He's a nice guy. He really is," The smile was as difficult to portray as the compliment, even if both were meant from the deepest part of his heart.<br><br>"Shall we?"<br><br><em>You're crazy.</em> <br><br>It was not the first time one of her clients concluded as much about her though Ryan's realization occurred at record pace. Any other time, Billie might have smirked knowingly or even teased him about how his chose to continue forth with their little escapade meant he might possess a little bit of crazy within himself as well. However, the purring rumble of his motorcycle coming to life along with him kicking off from the ground distracted her from the nuisances of verbal foreplay. Unlike some people, she did not experience some wild sense of freedom and enjoyment as the motorcycle picked up speed. Instead, she kept her eyelids screwed close, refusing to watch the buildings whiz past them as they thundered down the abandoned road.<br><br>Expelling a pent-up sigh of relief, Billie reopened her eyes once the noise of the motorcycle died down and Ryan shifted from where he sat in front of her. She then undid the clamp of the helmet from underneath her chin, removing it from her head, before she dismounted from the bike. A quick comb of her fingers, as she stared at her reflection in a nearby car window, brought some much-needed life back to her flattened ponytail. <br><br>Only then did she take the time to inspect her surroundings, dark brown eyes rising up to read the luminous sign holding the motel's name. The neighborhood was not unfamiliar to her. It kind of surprised her where he decided to handle the business of fucking between them until she recalled a piece of vital information; he intended to remain here for the duration of his stay in San Francisco. <br><br>Following his example, Billie held onto the helmet, pressing it against her side, before she walked to stand nearby the counter for service. A flash of annoyance rose up within her when it became evident the exchange of money for keys would be delayed by their reunion. She partially paid attention to the exchange until the married couple started to say each other's names in increasingly exasperated tones. Their connection was not one she aspired or even desired to attain, as it would make her profession difficult, but she did not make a habit of mocking those who somehow discovered it within their lifetimes. <br><br><em>He's a nice guy. He really is.</em><br><br>“ I can believe it,” Billie commented honestly before she leaned up to close the gap between them, brushing her lips across his. Heels would have made doing so easier as her short height put her at a disadvantage. “Doesn't really mater much for me though.” She then plucked the key from his fingertips, grinning as she did so. “We shall, Private Ryan, unless you rather wait for Carla to come and squeeze your cheeks.” <br><br>If Ryan did want to wait for the woman, she would not be too upset about it. He could spend her time however he would like so long as every penny of her money was accounted for at the conclusion of it. Still, if he chose to tarry, she would not. These people, though important to him by appearances, meant little to her. There was no point in becoming familiar with them. <br><br>As Billie pulled away from him, she pressed yet another lingering kiss against his mouth, teeth applied this time to his lower lip, before she turned around and headed in the direction of the room. The hypnotic sway of her hips undoubtedly a siren's call despite the fact that her backside was not as pronounced as some women. It did not take overly long to locate the room. <br><br>With a turn of the key, Billie opened the door for them and then flicked on the light switch. The room was homely in its decoration; the scent of cleanliness wafted underneath her nose rather than cheap air freshener. Settling the helmet upon the nightstand, she removed her flip flops and then lifted the thin tank top over her head, revealing silver hoops adorning her nipples and an ornate tattoo underneath the rounded curve of her breasts. She did not hid anything from him, lowering her hands instead to her shorts. "Oh wait." Billie stilled her hands. "You can remove these if you want."<br><br><hr><br>A gentle smile touched Ryan's lips as Billie brushed her lips against his. There was a bit of a size difference between the two, making her rise up to her tiptoes to get that far, but he didn't mind much. Shorter girls tended to be more feisty, and feisty was what he was in the mood for tonight. His smile disappeared when she used his nickname, making him raise an annoyed eyebrow, but she had already pressed another kiss and snatched the key from his hand, making her way to their room, swaying her hips provocatively as she did so. She obviously knew her way around, although he couldn't tell if Georgie had met her before. Ladies of the night tended to be well know about the hotels and motels that they frequented alongside their clientele. And as he looked back at Georgie, the man had already abandoned his post at the front desk to hunt down his wife, Ryan decided that the further formalities required for acquiring a room could wait in light of more... pressing concerns.<br><br>Besides, Carla really would squeeze his cheeks, and that would be, in the words of the youths of this generation, a total boner killer.<br><br>He jogged after her, not quite reaching her before she opened the door and went inside. He'd been to the room before, and he already knew it by heart, almost like a second home. There was a considerable lighting up of the place with a woman inside, that much he knew, and he placed his helmet beside hers, not quite getting it right as his eyes were drawn to the fact that she was already stripping down, starting with her shirt. The helmet hit the ground and rolled.<br><br>"Dammit," He growled, a scowl touching his handsome face as he retrieved the matte black helmet and placed it instead on a chest of drawers, still distracted by the beautiful woman in the room with him. He pulled his patch off, not caring enough to find a place for it and dropping it on the ground, his eyes focused on her. He didn't bother to hide his arousal, no point really. Her breasts were just the perfect size, and the hoops through them were more than a little tantalizing, drawing his mind to playing with them with his tongue. Like a perfect portrait, the tattoo only helped to emphasize the perfection of the breasts above them. Below, he stomach was slime ad firm, curving delicately and prettily into soft, feminine hips, still covered by her shorts. Above, her neck was tall and elegant, her eyes looking at him like she was daring him to take his best shot. Her hair was relatively simply done, especially when it came to the other girls that had been hanging around the bar, but there was a hint of elegant and beautiful simplicity to it all, making for one hell of a sight. No wonder he'd been distracted.<br><br>He licked his lips as he came in closer to her, wrapping his powerful arms around her and pulling her closer, his hands coming down to settle on her waist, tugging her until she was pressed snugly against him, towering over her as he dipped his head to press his lips against her neck, her cheek, and then a soft kiss to her lips," You know... I think I'd like that," He said with a smile, kissing her lips as his thumbs hooking the top of her shorts and slowly pulling them down, curling around her hips and dropping past her thighs, and he let gravity do the rest as they slipped past her knees and tumbled to the carpeted ground. His hands trailed back up, tracing over her slim, toned thighs passing her underwear for the moment and coming up to cup her firm yet soft breasts as his lips found hers again.<br><br><hr><br>She could still taste the flavor of him in her mouth, sweet tanginess of barbeque combined with the smoky flavor of meat. If Billie inhaled deep enough, traces of Ryan’s scent could be detected in the air around her, clinging to her clothes from their motorcycle ride together. Unlike some in her profession, she was not searching for someone to rescue her from the “chore” of spreading her thighs and parting her lips for dollar bills. She, alone, made the choice to become what she was, only profit held her chained to it. <br><br>An amused chuckle fell from Billie’s mouth when Ryan, clearly distracted, dropped his helmet onto the floor rather than place it upon the nearby dresser. Lifting her hand, she motioned for him to close the space between them with a beckoning motion of her finger. No shyness or shame crossed her dark blue eyes when he greedily devoured every inch of her displayed skin with his gaze. She preferred not to feign coyness with her clients. <br><br>“I hope you plan to do more than look tonight, Ryan,” she teased, hands still fiddling with the button at her skintight shorts. Even if he wanted to stroke to her masturbating or something along those lines, she could not resist taunting him in the hopes that he might be goaded into something more physical. “And here I thought you wanted to get your dick with something more than lube and spit.” <br><br>Whether or not her words delivered the right amount of urgency remained unclear. Figuring it out took a backseat to more pressing matters, like how wet her panties became when he strode confidently towards her with stark need etched across his face. Billie whimpered involuntarily, hands winding around his neck, as she found herself leaning up in order to meet his mouth halfway. Annoyance faintly stirred within her when those calloused hands turned out to be gentler than she expected. <br><br>Too experienced to display her true emotions, she permitted him to guide the pace, craning her head back to grant him easier access to her neck. Her teeth greeted his mouth when he returned from adorning her skin with soft kisses, nipping at his lower lip with a soft growl. Satin, pink panties were revealed when he slipped her shorts down her legs. As he kissed her, Billie maneuvered them around a little until his back was to the bed. Then, with a push of her hand against his chest, she shoved him down onto the bed with a little grin. <br><br>“Oops.” She was not the least bit sorry about her actions and did not look like it either. Kneeling onto the floor in front of him, she positioned herself in between his legs, eyes locked on his face. “Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.” <br><br>It was a simple instruction, given as she stroked his thick cock through the dark denim of his jeans. Only then did she tug his pants down enough to grant herself the ability to take hold of his cock from his boxers. Exposed to the chilled air within the room, Billie rolled her thumb in a circular pattern around the hardened tip with a slow drag of her tongue across the seam of her mouth. She kept her hand at the base of his dick when she wrapped her mouth around the head, hollowing her cheeks with a satisfied moan. <br><br><hr><br>A soft growl was tugged from him as her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, his fingers gripping her tighter, his body pressing closer to hers. There was a reason why he generally wasn't as rough as he wanted to be when it came to sex. The reason was that, in the heat of the moment, as sweaty bodies were locked in loving embrace, his unique abilities had a habit of making themselves shown. The last time had ended with a broken bed, beyond repair really, and a one-night-stand that hadn't been able to walk right for the next couple of days. She's claimed that she had loved it, that it was the most fun she'd ever had, but as he felt and saw the effects of his abilities beginning to grow, a bit of soreness might have ended being the least of his partner's worries. It made for some pretty vanilla love-making from that point forward, but it was better than potentially injuring her and himself in the process.<br><br>And then she guided them back until he could feel the bedsheets touching his heels, and with an innocent 'Oops' she pushed him onto it. Nothing like the feeling of falling backwards to get the blood pumping, he thought as he dropped, rather surprised onto his back. The bed creaked as he impacted it, followed by a surprised grunt from him, and Ryan quickly gathered himself again, sitting up and leaning back on his arms as he watched with growing arousal as she settled between his legs and undid his pants, pulling them down. She wanted something more than lube and spit on his cock, and he was more than happy to oblige her. She seemed pretty intent on coating it with some of the latter, though. <br><br>"So bossy," He growled following a low moan as her fingers worked shivers of pleasure up his spine, stroking the head of it before leaning down and taking the head between her lips. Despite her bossy tone, he did as she all but ordered, keeping his eyes open and licking his lips at the sensual sight of her lips wrapping around him, and the pleasurable sensation of his body's responding to the sucking urges of her mouth, hardening him further as he reached over. He stroked her cheek, still hollowed, and pulled a few errant strands from her face and tucking them behind her ear.<br><br>There... couldn't be any harm in taking some control of the situation, he thought. So long as he kept himself under control too. So long as he didn't feel that tell-tale cramp in his muscles. His fingers curled up in her beautiful hair, pulling it all into something of an improvised pony-tail, his hand as the binding as he leaned back into his free arm, still supporting him. A gentle sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as his grip became firmer, taking control of her movements by the back of her head and bobbing her head on his cock, pushing her just a little bit further down each time.<br><br>One hand working on pumping his dick in and out of her mouth, and the other moved down between them, finding her breast and cupping it in his hand, grinding the palm against her nipple before taking it between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and twisting the nub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved (Flower &amp; Deamonbane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-09-2016, 17:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243165.msg12382732#msg12382732)<br>Attire (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a5/9b/75/a59b7567830c4b16f15a20e594d315e1.jpg)<br></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Some women in her age-old profession advised it was better to permit the client to dictate the pace of their sessions. Billie was never misled by such assertions. It was sex, not some bogus advertisement from Wal-Mart. She always took charge at some point, whether if blatant or not. Men needed to be lead, similarly to children or sheep. Of course, she rarely uttered such inflammatory opinions aloud…unless she sensed her client might enjoy some humiliation mixed into their play. Ryan, despite his gentleness thus far with her, did not seem the type to become harder from her insulting him or crushing his balls underneath the heel of her foot. <br><br>Billie roamed her hands across the hard ridges of his jeans until her searching fingertips came into contact with her prize. His dick was fat and lengthy. Though she did not break from character, where she portrayed a woman eager to be filled with cum, she experienced a hint of concern, blackening her thoughts, as she worried if it might actually hurt if he took her too roughly too soon. His overall size came to mind, not of his cock, but entire muscular frame. While she did work daily in sexual profession, Billie did her best to keep her cunt tight with daily kegel exercises. A pleased smile spread across her mouth upon hearing his deep growl when she rubbed her hand against his cock, loving how it strained valiantly in the hopes of freedom. <br><br>“Somebody’s eager to meet me,” she commented with a soft laugh before she unleashed the beast in front of her face. <br><br><em>So bossy.</em><br><br>“I learned early that it’s better to take what I want or need rather than pretend otherwise. Why should I waste my time with that other foolishness?” Billie explained before she twirled her stud adorned tongue (http://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2014/10/26/620/8764618.gif?site=sex&amp;user=melanieliz) around the head of his bulbous head, covering it in warm spit. “Tell me you don’t like my bossiness and I might consider stopping.”<br><br>Before Ryan could even consider commanding her elsewhere, Billie parted her soft lips and took his cock into her warm mouth. Muffled moans escaped her as she bobbed her head up and down his length, using her hand to massage the lower portion of his shaft. Her blue eyes remained upon his face, letting him witness how she enjoyed servicing his cock. She knew his positioning upon the bed granted him the ability to see each pass of her lips, how his cock stretched the confines of her mouth.&nbsp; Meanwhile, her other hand slipped in between her thighs to rub her sensitive clitoris, seeking to prepare herself for inevitable penetration. <br><br>Her arched eyebrows rose in silent challenge when he pushed a few blonde strands from where they drifted in front of her eyes. Still, Billie did not lose concentration on her task as she continued to torment him with slow, teasing movements. Pain did cause her to pause, just briefly, when the stinging sensation of her hair being pulled registered within her mind before he exerted a hint of force in order to cease control. <br><br>“Mmrgh,” she groaned wantonly around his throbbing length. Her hands remained out of his way even when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat as he force-fed his cock.&nbsp; Part of her enjoyed being made vulnerable and helpless. She never admitted as much aloud, even with her sister, due to her intention to view every encounter with her client as work. It was about the money, not how they made her feel. Evidence of that fact could be felt as her pussy became hotter, glistening with wetness, against her fingertips. It was probably easier for her to enjoy those damnable feelings rather than feel frightened like other women since she could stop it if her clients ever became too randy or violent with her. <br><br>Soon, Billie’s hand no longer caressed his cock as his entire length slid within her mouth. It was undoubtedly a struggle for her to handle. Her eyes shone with unshed tears while saliva coated her chin despite how tightly her mouth fit around him. Every now and then, she gagged audibly. Still, she showed no indication of wanting him to stop. In fact, those blue eyes taunted him, daring him to use her more brutally. A whimper could be heard from her though when he returned his hand to her hard nipples, fingers playing with silver hoops around them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved (Flower &amp; Deamonbane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>11-10-2016, 07:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div>His fingers gripped her hair firmly, only one hand needed as he kept working her face closer and closer to his hips with each time he drove it down. And he watched her. It was almost hypnotizing, the sight of her lips spread around his dick, small droplets of spit escaping them and beginning to run down her chin, and instead of cleaning it off, she kept one hand firmly placed between her legs, as he could see, teasing herself as she gagged his cock down. And her eyes were locked on his, brimming and yet with a challenging eyebrow raised. Like she was asking if this was all he had in him. Was this all he had?<br><br>No, it wasn't, came the calm and collected unspoken answer as he pressed hr face down until her nose was pressed against his hip, her chin being stroked by his sack. He held her down there, her tight, constricting throat sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine, drawing a soft gasp and making him close his eyes for a moment as his fingers, those not engaged in holding her down, kept playing at her breasts, teasing them too, tugging lightly at the rings through the nipples. He'd never had a woman with studs through anything but her ears, and the one in her tongue was playing all sorts of havoc with his sensibilities, and the rings through her nipples were... fun to play with.<br><br>He let her back up, far enough to drag a breath in as he leaned in to kiss those wet lips, his hand in her hair holding her in place as he tasted a bit of himself int her mouth. He gave her left&nbsp; breast a firm smack as he dragged himself clear of the kiss, his eyes hooded and full of lust, a soft grunt of pleasure and need escaping his lips as he looked back into those pale green eyes, just for a moment really before he pushed her down to taste his length again, pushing her down until he could feel the fat head driving into the back of her mouth. Lean, powerful muscles flexed then, his hips coming forward as his right hand left her breasts and came back down to the bed for support, fucking her pretty mouth thoroughly. Not quickly, as he wanted the night to last as long as he could make it. Ryan's eyes closed then, a low growl coming from his lips as the fully savored the exquisite sensations that her warm, wet mouth were sending through his body.<br><br>After several prolonged thrusts, he dragged her clear again, lifting her face up by the hair to look into his eyes, a small smile touching his lips. His powerful body was touched with a light sheen of sweat. He liked working himself up like this. Dangerous as it was, there was nothing quite like the feeling of letting go, and she was dragging him to that particular precipice with alarming ease. It made him annoyed and aroused at the same time, and that was a dangerous combination if there ever was one.<br><br>"Now what do you say we coat this with something other than your spit, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved (Flower &amp; Deamonbane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-10-2016, 23:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243165.msg12382732#msg12382732)<br>Attire (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a5/9b/75/a59b7567830c4b16f15a20e594d315e1.jpg)<br></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Relax. <br><br>The reminder arose within Billie's mind when Ryan finally loosened his leash on self-control. A muffled groan resonated around his cock as he pushed deep within the constricting confines of her throat. Her finger played faster with her pussy, wetness betraying how much she loved how he used her for his enjoyment.<br><br>Pleasure quickly shifted into growing discomfort when Billie found herself struggling to force air through her nostrils. Her cheeks became flushed with a pinkish hue as she gagged loudly around his hard length. Upon trying to pull back, inhale through her mouth rather than her nose, his strong hands held her in place, denying her the ability to do anything more than work her throat muscles involuntarily around his generous girth. <br><br>Tears fell like rainfall down her cheeks, ruining her black mascara, as she removed her hand from where she stroked at her aching clitoris and weeping cunt in order to press her palm against his leg. Only when her attempts to push him off her did not work did she bury her sharp nails against his skin. Pleasure appeared to diminish the presence of pain because he did not seem perturbed. In fact, his strokes increased in frequency. <br><br>You are in control. <br><br>Despite how much her jaws ached, Billie stretched her mouth wider and secured a much-needed breath of stale hotel air. Relief spread through her when another alleviated the burning of her lungs. Composure returned, somewhat at least, she extended her studded tongue and lashed it against his balls, relishing his reaction. Though she was a little shaken by the sudden shift within him, one beckoned forth to the surface by her provoking actions, the temporary loss of control made her hornier, genuinely so, which was uncommon with her predictable clients. Her sessions were governed by her terms, even those where her clients believed themselves dictating the pace. Ryan blurred the line a little, something she loved and loathed equally. <br><br>Billie returned his feverish kiss with equal zeal, practically sucking on his tongue, when he lifted her by the hair to mold his mouth against hers. A husky moan escaped her when he slapped her breasts, sensitive from how he twisted and pulled them. More than anything, the prostitute wanted to wrap her limber legs around his waist and impale herself on his cock, ride him hard and fast. Ryan had other thoughts in mind as she found herself back face to face with his dick. <br><br>“You want some mo—.” <br><br>Before she could finish her taunt, Billie's mouth was stuffed full of cock and she couldn't contain the whimper that resulted from it. It was a sloppy blowjob, each push of his hips enunciated by her throat kissing the head of his penis. She squirmed as she rubbed her thighs together, hand buried between them, before she swore around him as she came hard on her fingers. His cock was given a final lick before she climbed on top of him, leaning down to press her mouth against his. As she kissed him, her hand found the base of his cock and rubbed it back and forth against her slippery folds. <br><br>“It's extra without a condom,” Billie whispered against his lips. Before he could answer, she lower herself upon him, welcoming him into her warmth without a hint of protection between them. Her pussy was tight despite her profession and popularity, clenching around him repeatedly. “So fucking good,” she purred as her eyelids closed partially, not bothering with a slow tease. Hands playing with her nipple rings, she lifted herself up slowly before filling herself back up with him, enjoying the stinging stretch as her body accommodated him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved (Flower &amp; Deamonbane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 06:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div>A shiver ran over taut muscles, first over his chest, making the powerful muscles there tighten and flex, moving slwoly down to his midsection, his core sucked in for a gasp. He was okay with this, Ryan thought to himself. He didn't need to control every aspect of the evening. She was good, better than he was in pretty much every aspect. Sure as hell looked a whole lot better than he did, that much was certain. She looked even better on top of him. Long, calloused digits found their way to grip her hips, almost possessively. Firmly, but not inhibiting her movements in any way. He loved what she was doing, and wasn't about to stop it just because of some need for a semblance of control. No... the feel of her working her magic on his body was too good to resist, and his jaw, touched by a few days on the road without any sign of a razor, clenched, teeth grinding as the moan that escaped his lips was warbled into a low, throaty growl.<br><br>Her words registered. Barely. Confined to his back as he was, with his hands gripping her hips, his view on what was happening between them was limited, but he let the sensations fill in the necessary details. Her tongue had left it's parting mark, leaving his cock a little wetter after having fucked her mouth. But a different wetness greeted him as her hands gripped the shaft and rubbed it between her lips, nether lips, that was, as the higher ones came down to capture his in a hard, ardent kiss. And he returned it. Hungrily. Passionately. Lust made his body tense up as her tight entrance stretched smoothly around the fat head and then proceeded to take in the rest in a hurry. She was in no mood for a long, teasing drive, apparently.<br><br>Ryan gasped as he felt her warm pussy squeeze tight around him, core flexing as he brought himself up, more out of instinct than any intention to press harder against her. Even so, he could feel her nipple rings press against the corded muscles of his chest as his hips drove upwards a bit, meeting her downward push. One arm snaked around her waist, wrapping tightly around her and pulling her closer as the other trailed up her back, underneath the flow of her hair to grip the back of her neck, fingers wrapping around the slender arch and oh so gently squeezing, pulling her down as he captured her lips once more, slipping his tongue in to explore her mouth. His arm around her waist was not idle, forcing a slow, teasing grind of her hips around him still buried balls-deep inside her.<br><br>The growls finally forced him to part from her lips, gasp of air needed as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her wrapped so perfectly around him.<br><br>"F..." He ran out of breath with the single letter, having to suck in another lungful," Oh fuck," He hissed, falling to his back again. His hand on her neck moved to her shoulder as the arm around her waist pulled away, slowly pushing her into an upright position, perfect thighs parted to straddle his waist.<br><br>His hand remained on her shoulder, while the other moved down, stroking her breasts gently as they trailed lower, low on her stomach, low enough for his thumb to slip down between her folds and gently play with her clit. There was an ache in his muscles, he realized, a very familiar burning. Painful, to the point of distraction, and he pushed it down. Away from his mind, his eyes closing, teeth clenching as he fought the urge back. Letting go was...<br><br>His eyes opened suddenly, a gleam in them as a smile touched his lips. Overpowering her was a fairly quick and simple task, flipping her onto her back while keeping himself buried between her thighs. His hand on her shoulder held her in place as the other gathered up her hands and pinned them above her head by her wrists, his lean build arching over hers, his body shivering with the tension that he was holding back. Like a cramp that would not let up. A light sheen of sweat was beginning to coat his body as he looked down at her, locking her eyes with his as he tried slow thrusts, gliding his dick out of her drenched hole and pushing back inside slowly, carefully. And again. And again.<br><br>By the time he pulled out for a fourth thrust, he couldn't hold it back anymore. The thrust was hard, rough. Rough enough to jump her entire body by the time he bottomed out inside her, hard enough to rock the frame of the bed, making it creak as the wood was not made to withstand the kind of pressure that it was being subjected to. A gasp of release escaped his lips, the lack of pain almost resembling pleasure as he pulled back out of instinct, and without thinking, rammed himself in again. Harder. Rocking the back back to bang against the wall. The gentle side of him had evaporated as his hand, pinning hers, left her nowhere to go, nothing to do but take his increasingly rough thrusts between her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved (Flower &amp; Deamonbane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-11-2016, 17:36:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)<br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243165.msg12382732#msg12382732)<br>Attire (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a5/9b/75/a59b7567830c4b16f15a20e594d315e1.jpg)<br></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">A soft chuckle escaped Billie’s mouth as she watched Ryan’s face contort with obvious pleasure the instant her tight cunt kissed the head of his cock and then slowly sheath his entire light. Mischief glinted with her dark blue eyes as she intently caused her inner muscles to grip him within a tighter hold.&nbsp; He was hers. At least for the moment. <br><br>It was this moment she found herself most greedy for, outside of being paid for her services, and also one of the reasons why she found it so hard to abandon prostitution. Right now, she witnessed Ryan at his most vulnerable and pliable. Fuck the tough guy persona he adopted in front of his fellow Wildings. She could spit into his mouth and he would love every second of it...so long as she kept her hips rocking up and down his throbbing cock. Controlling others, man or woman, never failed to fill her with a sense of power. <br><br>Billie’s fingertips caressed the sides of his stubble covered cheeks as she crushed her breasts against his broad chest, seeking to eliminate any lingering space between them. Her tongue traced the closed seam of his mouth before she claimed his mouth, kissing him hard and ardently. A real rather than fabricated moan slipped from her, though muffled, when he unexpectedly used his arms’ positioning to yank her down harder against his throbbing shaft. <br><br>“Mm fuck,” she groaned inadvertently against his mouth. <br><br>Her pussy became even wetter after the fact, proof that she had not fully honed the ability to separate herself from work. Not to be outdone, her full lips quirked upward for a brief second before she put those workout routines to good use by lifting derriere and then slamming her hips down until a nice smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. The noise was joined by the whining squeaking of the bed springs and occasional bang of the headboard against the wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She nipped at his lower lip hard with her teeth, enough to taste a little blood upon her tongue, before he guided her to sit upright. Billie did not relent or ease up for him, knowing it would not be long before he came inside of her. Instead, she leaned back until her hands were buried into the covers and continued to ride him with urgent purpose. Her breasts bounced up and down rhythmically, nipple rings glinting in the dim light.&nbsp; She gasped loudly when his hand began to strum at her sensitive clit. <br><br>“R-ryan,” she whined his name as one of her hands lifted to pinch and twist at her nipple.&nbsp; <br><br>It was all going as she expected until she found herself unceremoniously flipped over onto the bed. The motion was so random that she actually screamed from surprise rather than pleasure or faking it for his benefit. Confusion colored her eyes as she stared up at him and found herself in bed with a different man. No, he did not change faces or something as obvious as that. It was an instinct she possessed. Most people had a sense for these things, like how someone might become more aggressive when drunk. <br><br>Testing him, Billie struggled a little when he grabbed her hands and found he was not playing around. She gulped, a shuddering breath leaving her parted lips as she trembled underneath him, and pushed aside whatever silly fears sought to cloud her judgement. Instead, she tempted him by tilting her head back. <br><br>“Wouldn’t your hands feel better around my throat, Private?” Yes, Billie was insane and in possession of little limits. <br><br>There was nothing fake about the next few minutes as he slid his cock with agonizing slowness inside of her. Her eyelids drooped close as she surrendered herself to the moment rather than right against it. Again, Billie could handle this side of him until his next thrust elicited a pained yelp from her. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him, noticing he didn’t even appear to notice her discomfort. Fuck, she thought. Gritting her teeth, she tried to deal with his increased roughness but it was becoming worse rather than better. <br><br>“Ryan.” Saying his name did nothing to break his concentration. Her eyes closed tightly as she sought to take herself away from the situation, hoping he would tire himself out and cum sooner rather than later. The uncomfortable situation was not helped by the fact that she was not as wet any longer. Each thrust elicited a noise from her then as his roughness became almost unbearable.<br><br>“Stop.” She bucked in an effort to get him off her but he far outweighed her. “Stop it.” Panic filled her as she feared she might become another prostitute spoke about for all of five seconds on the news before they moved on to cover more pressing stories. Her reaction was instinctive. Billie’s essence lifted from the confines of her body until she floated above the scene in a kind of ghostly form. Her form went limp underneath him, eyes open but glassed over.&nbsp; She still breathed but there was clearly something wrong with her. Ryan didn’t notice. <br><br><em>Fucking asshole.</em> <br><br>Realizing he would murder her in search of release, she found herself without any real choice. Her essence filled his body and consequently stripped control from his hands. She had done this a few times already but did not like it since it left her body...vulnerable. As she did it more often, she realized that she could either trap the person in kind of a box where they were unaware of being controlled...or she could leave them aware of the fact and basically caged within their body. Considering the fact that she was pissed with Ryan, she chose to do the latter with him. <br><br><em>I should have you commit fucking suicide</em>, she thought to him, knowing he could hear her. <em>What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear to god if you’ve killed someone else like this, I’ll go walk in front of a sixteen wheel truck. Don't fucking lie to me either because I'll know it.</em><br><br></span>
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