Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)
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				Title: <strong>Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 19:40:19</strong>
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				Spencer did her best to relax and get into the flow of things--this wasn't her sort of place, and definitely not her favorite way to spend a Friday night after a long, rough week at work, and if not for a moment's weakness she wouldn't even be here.&nbsp; Why she'd accepted the wager in the first place, she couldn't remember.&nbsp; Why she'd been silly enough to let Lori and Laurie and Heather arrange the details...well, that was just plain foolish, wasn't it?<br><br>Settling her spectacles on her pert little nose again, the busty Mouse looked around the room again.&nbsp; She couldn't see anyone who met the description she'd been given of her date for the night.&nbsp; On the other hand, she was early.&nbsp; Very early.&nbsp; Early enough to have lots of time to dredge up the fatal discussion and go over it several times with self-deprecating thoroughness.&nbsp; She watched the denim-clad butt of a pretty Aussie Shepherd girl as she passed, bearing a tray-ful of drinks, and fought to get her mind back on business.<br><br><em>"Look, Spence, we know you like girls, okay?&nbsp; And we don't mind.&nbsp; It's just that we have a friend who kind of needs to get out a bit, and you need a night out, so we took liberties."&nbsp; Heather had beamed wickedly.&nbsp; "Just meet her at Sister Act, be nice, enjoy yourself.&nbsp; No pressure, okay?"</em><br><br>Shifting uncomfortably, she studied her drink for a moment.&nbsp; And she'd been just distracted enough to say 'yes'...<br><br>The busty little Mouse drained her drink and signaled for a refill the next time the skinny little Aussie passed by again, tried to ignore the way the Canine's eyes dipped to appreciate her displayed cleavage.<br><br>"Friend's not here yet?"<br><br>"It's okay," Spencer blushed.&nbsp; "I'm kind of early."<br><br>"All right.&nbsp; Just holler if you need help, honey."&nbsp; The Canine patted her hand and winked.&nbsp; "We try to keep an eye on the newbies around here."<br><br>"I'm not...!&nbsp; I mean...that obvious?"<br><br>"Yeah."&nbsp; The Aussie grinned, tail wagging a bit.&nbsp; "I'll go get your refill."<br><br>Off the waitress went, leaving a blushing and awkward Mouse in her wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 23:32:56</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rachael</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://e621.net/data/2e/ce/2ece3c6e2aa03f1a98d27281b516d5b1.png?1357962462)</div></div><br>Rachael Lockhart sighed as she pulled up to the restaurant that her blind date was set up to occur. She sighed as she couldn't have believed how she was talked into this date. "Its not my fault I have bed time with men and women." She slowly got out of her brand new inferno orange 2013 Chevy Camaro as she put her jacket over of her semi-formal dress that she was forced to wear because of her bet with one of the girls who talked her into coming. Promising to reward her if she went dressed up and not dressed like a man.<br><br>She slowly walked into the restaurant as she looked around for someone who matched their description, A&nbsp; busty girl with glasses. She thought back to the discussion that got her into this date.<br><br><em>~Flashback~<br>"I'm not going on some stupid date, I'm just fine being single." Rachael argued as she beat up the poor sap who agreed to spar with her. In between the fighting she heard some of her old dates. "Hey that asshole deserved every bit of it including the metal rod up his ass and don't get me started on Hank that cheating bastard, he is lucky he ran faster then me."<br>~FB End~</em><br><br>The arguing went on until they finally got her to agree to this date. She finally spotted the one who seemed to match the description the best. Rachael walked over to the table swaying her hips as she walked. "Hello ma'am I think I am suppose to be your date for the night" She said as she looked at her licking her lips enjoying at what she saw before her.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 23:50:10</strong>
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				At first the tall, muscular, drool-worthy black Cat in the evening dress didn't draw Spencer's attention as she toyed with the refill delivered by the cute waitress.&nbsp; Okay, sure, that dress was kind of upscale for this place, but maybe a lot of people came in here, dressed for all sorts of occasions.<br><br>Besides which, Spencer hadn't been given any particulars, which was yet another reason to be sore with her friends.&nbsp; So her date was as likely to be the stocky blonde Bear biker who'd come through the door a few minutes ago (and who showed up a moment later behind the bar, trading cheerful expletives with the Aussie) as it was to be the Cat.<br><br>Except, of course, that the Cat was looking around, too.&nbsp; And coming right toward her.&nbsp; And for a moment Spencer froze, that primal tickle of fear at facing a predator-type mingling with a sudden thrill of excitement, the woman's question almost going un-noticed.<br><br>"It's, uhm, Ms.&nbsp; Not ma'am.&nbsp; But, uhm..."<br><br>The Mouse blushed and smiled, holding out one hand in what she hoped would be understood as a friendly gesture.<br><br>"I feel kind of underdressed, now."<br><br>True--she had a sleeveless white denim shirt tucked into a dark green skirt that stopped just above her knees, an unzipped and hooded sweatshirt over that, and stockings to go with her low, soft boots.&nbsp; Very casual, very informal, just about right for a simple, friendly outing.<br><br>"Please join me, Ms...?"
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 01:34:34</strong>
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				Rachael smiles as she pulled out her chair taking off her jacket and putting it on the chair. She slowly sat down into the chair as she looked at her date that was across from her and shock her hand. "My name is Rachael Lockhart" She looked down seeing her drink and sighed. "I'm guessing you got her early? I'm glad you didn't get scared and leave." She smiled showing her teeth and waited for a chance to order. Rachael looked around for the waitress to see if she was about to come help them but saw that she was busy with the blonde biker girl.<br><br>"Well I guess we have some time to talk before we order our food."<br><br>Rachael heard her about being under-dressed, which caused her to laugh out loud. "Oh so you weren't in on there little bet they have with me. Trust me I don't usually wear dresses. I prefer normal clothes, but our mutual friends said I shouldn't go dressed like a man. Needlessly to say they eventually got me to agree with a certain one of them agreeing to give me a reward."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 02:32:25</strong>
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				Feeling the Cat's hand close around hers, Spencer blushed.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Uhm, hello. I'm Spencer.&nbsp; Spencer Drummond.&nbsp; And yes, I'm afraid I was a little early.&nbsp; Force of habit."<br><br>She managed to keep her eyes off of Rachael's breasts and smiled at the taller woman.<br><br>"Ah.&nbsp; I see.&nbsp; You have a circle of friends who feel that it's high time you got off your well-toned posterior and got back into the dating game, and one of them just happened to know someone who they said needed just the right person to come out of their own funk and...voila, here you are, prepared to be someone's angel of social mercy?"&nbsp; She raised one eyebrow.&nbsp; "That was the line they gave me, anyway.&nbsp; But, uhm, mine didn't say anything about a dress."
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 20:35:06</strong>
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				Rachael smiled looking at the mouse who was obviously struggling with fact she was a cat. She didn't mind in fact it made it more fun for her. "That is ok I guess if it is a habit. That is a nice name miss Spencer." She looked at Spencer taking more of her body in and listen to her pretty much what her friends told her to get her into coming to this date.<br><br>After hearing what her situation was she couldn't help but let out a few giggles. "Is that so, well I guess was better then my situation. I have had dates but incredibly horrible dates with guys, It always ended badly with them. They even have a few restraining orders on me." She said completely happy with what she did. "Most of my female dates were only a bit better."<br><br>"Yeah Lori probably just made the dress thing up on the spot."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 20:45:20</strong>
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				Spencer swallowed nervously and smiled, looking even shyer.<br><br>"Guys and dolls both, huh?"&nbsp; The Mouse tilted her head and seemed curious.&nbsp; "Restraining orders?&nbsp; What'd you do?"<br><br>Her eyes drifted to one of Rachael's large, strong hands, and Spencer couldn't help noting that it was almost big enough to cover her whole bottom.<br><br>"What'd <em>they</em> do?&nbsp; Not, uhm...Lori?"&nbsp; Her eyebrows shot up.&nbsp; "Lori?&nbsp; You know Lori?&nbsp; Lori Morris?&nbsp; About five-six, curvy Skunk, has a kid brother who she likes to tease about being gay?"
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 21:18:21</strong>
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				Rachael let anther small laugh and looked at her seeing her reaction, even getting shyer. "Yeah, lets just say I learned that both sides could be fun. I never decided to just stick with one. Yeah well I maybe beat up some of the assholes I dated, some times my anger got the better of me." She finally got her drink from the Aussie who seemed to stop talking with the Blonde bear.<br><br>She took a few sips from it while looking at Spencer. "Yeah that is her, she really does enjoy teasing people, she defiantly has the right curves. Though this is the first time hearing of Danny being gay, but that maybe because last time I saw him he was still a kid."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 21:24:21</strong>
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				"Great."<br><br>Spencer sighed and shook her head.<br><br>"I am so gonna kill her for this," she mumbled, sipping her drink, then shook her head.&nbsp; "Danny?&nbsp; He's not gay.&nbsp; He's just sensitive. And delicate.&nbsp; And, uhm, likes women who are taller and stronger."&nbsp; She blushed and smiled.&nbsp; "I don't know if Lori knows, but then I can understand not asking your own sibling about such matters. She kind of set us up once.&nbsp; He was very nice but I didn't do it for him and he...well, I...girls, you understand?&nbsp; Not that I have anything against boys, I guess, but...I prefer girls."<br><br>She dared to tilt her face up to Rachael's.<br><br>"Wanna go eat somewhere quieter?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 21:43:15</strong>
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				Rachael smiled and laughed as she listened to her. "Really is that so, glad to hear that he is still a good kid. You shouldn't kill her atleast not before I get a piece of her. Yeah she has a habit of trying to play matchmaker. Half my dates were set up by her but this is the first time she did a blind date." She took a sip from her drink while looking at her. "So is there a reason you prefer girls?"<br><br>"Yeah sure lets go somewhere else. Lets go where ever you think is quieter. Plus I have a feeling we might not truly be alone." <br><br>"I think Lori and the others might be following us." She leaned in and whispered to her 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 21:49:24</strong>
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				"He is," Spencer repeated, blushing.&nbsp; "I might have gone for him, too, but he likes...well, as I said.&nbsp; You, he'd probably love to know better."&nbsp; She smiled wryly, then slid out of her chair and left enough on the table to cover her drink and a generous tip.<br><br>"Ask me that question again when we're out of earshot," she offered, glancing over to see if Rachael was correct.&nbsp; Spotting Heather in one corner, she flushed.&nbsp; "Awwww, man!&nbsp; Not this!&nbsp; Yeah, definitely outside."<br><br>She waited for Rachael to finish her drink and rise, then all but grabbed the Cat's hand with hers and headed for the door.<br><br>"My place isn't too far from here, if you don't mind frozen pizza for supper," she offered.&nbsp; "Not as cool as whatever they serve here, but it comes without eavesdroppers."&nbsp; She gave the Cat a sidelong glance.&nbsp; "And privacy to sort stuff out.&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; If you want."
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 03:31:47</strong>
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				"Is that so, I don't think I would be the best for him. Plus I don't think Lori would be to happy about it." She then gained a slightly evil grin. "Maybe I should at least to see her face. I'll keep that in mind for later." She watched her seeing her sneaking a glance it in the direction she spotted their unwanted company.<br><br>&nbsp;"Guessing they've spied on you before." She grabbed the rest of her drink chugged all of it with no problem. Rachael was pulled out of the restaurant by the mouse, forgetting her jacket on the way out.<br><br>"Your place sounds great, in fact it sounds unlike you. Purrfect, they wouldn't expect it." She said purposely saying the pun. "But first we have to lose our tailers." Rachael moved her hand and started pulling Spencer into a run. Then going into an alley she picked her up effortlessly and using her agility to jump over a fence. Eventually they came out of an alley a few blocks from the restaurant and disappeared into the crowd. "Lead the way, I'll come back for my car later. They know what I drive so it'll be safer to walk."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 06:04:30</strong>
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				"I dunno.&nbsp; You look like his type."&nbsp; Spencer bit her lower lip, demurely glanced away.&nbsp; "Big, tall, strong, confident...pretty..."&nbsp; She shook herself a little, smiled.<br><br>"Yeah, maybe they wanted to make sure that neither of us would just show up on Monday and claim that everything went well.&nbsp; Since they went through all the trouble to bet that you wouldn't wear a dress and stuff.&nbsp; As for me, I usually don't ask someone home until at least the third date and...uhm..."<br><br>She gave Rachael another shy sidelong look.<br><br>"I never seem to get to the third date."<br><br>Once the race down the alley was done (and she'd needed Rachael's help to get over the fence, being both smaller and nowhere near as athletic), Spencer led the way after she got her breath back.&nbsp; True to her word, her place was a mere four blocks away, give or take...<br><br>"Home sweet home.&nbsp; Sort of."<br><br>Said home was a neat little apartment: two bedroom, bath, living/dining area, kitchen...modestly furnished, with one bedroom set up as a home office, and a love seat in the main room across from an entertainment center.<br><br>"Here we are.&nbsp; I'll get the pizza in the oven.&nbsp; Please, make yourself at home.&nbsp; I don't have much to drink, though.&nbsp; Tea?" 
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 09:49:03</strong>
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				Rachael walked into the small apartment building and looked around. "Well this is a nice place you have here." She went further in and sat down onto the love seat. She stretched out on the love seat letting out a light purring sound before she stopped instant. <br><br>"This is some really nice furniture you have here. I never could own anything this nice. Mainly cause sometimes I give into some of my primal instincts. Long story short I've had lots of torn up furniture. Yeah tea sounds like it will just fine."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 05:07:39</strong>
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				Spencer 'eeped' softly, shaking her head as she put the kettle on and pulled a pizza out of her freezer.<br><br>"Uhm, please don't go primal!&nbsp; I kind of need the deposit back when I move on.&nbsp; Every little bit helps, you know?"<br><br>She laughed, but she was clearly a bit nervous at the mere idea...<br><br>"Sooooo, uhm, what do you do, Rachael?&nbsp; Besides get set up on blind dates with Mice?"&nbsp; She gave the Cat a smile across the counter that separated kitchen from main room.&nbsp; "I mean, you know Lori Morris, obviously.&nbsp; I'll assume you know her personally instead of, like, uhm, professionally."
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 06:09:32</strong>
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				Rachael smiles and laughed hearing her. "Don't worry it is only more during my time of month I loose control. I'd imagine you wouldn't be worried about damage, I mean if you work with Lori and the others you should be doing good in life."<br><br>"Me well I kinda do multiple part time jobs usually MMA fighting and being a trainer. I even ended up being a bodyguard for a few people. So I really don't have a set schedule. Some times I have an entire week off but still make quite abit more then most. I do know Lori personally, we use to be childhood friends. We lost contact but recently meet up again. Then I started hanging out with her and the others."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 06:17:56</strong>
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				"You know her from that far back?"<br><br>Spencer tilted her head and thought.<br><br>"I wonder how come we never met before?&nbsp; But if you knew her before college, that'd make sense, 'cause I only really met her my senior year, and that's how come I know Danny..."&nbsp; She paused to take the kettle off and start the tea steeping.&nbsp; "Guess that was a while back.&nbsp; He must've been in grade school or something, last time you saw him.&nbsp; So.&nbsp; Bodyguarding.&nbsp; That sounds...uhm..."<br><br>She brought the teapot and two cups around, set them on the small table in front of the loveseat.<br><br>"That sounds awfully interesting.&nbsp; Moreso than what I do.&nbsp; I mean, it's all numbers and plugging variables in here and occasional translations of the baseline material which is...uhm...it's weird.&nbsp; I know what it says but not what it means, if you get my drift."&nbsp; She seated herself, hands on knees, nervously looking down at the table instead of up at Rachael.&nbsp; "I get bits and pieces, of course, but I think the only people who really understand it all are the ones tinkering down in the labs.&nbsp; And they only really get their part of it, you know?"
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 19:35:29</strong>
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				"Yeah I had to move halfway through high school because of an instance that involves me beating up some bullies. I got stuck in a all girls school for the last two. Which reminds me you told me to wait for when we didn't have anyone to listen in, Why do you like girls more?"<br><br>Rachael leaned forward grabbing one of the cups and poured her some tea into her cup, she took some sips from it.<br><br>"It might sound interesting but not really because 90% of the time I have to be watching the person, I much prefer being a trainer. Well the most important thing is that you like your job right?"
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 04:15:33</strong>
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				Spencer sipped her own cup nervously.<br><br>"I, uhm...I don't quite know, myself.&nbsp; It's always seemed rather like preferring vanilla to chocolate, or cheddar to swiss, you know?&nbsp; Not that I haven't dated a few boys over the years."&nbsp; She swallowed, smiled shyly.&nbsp; "Never very successfully, but I've given it my best.&nbsp; Granted, none of the boys seemed all that keen on me when I was in school.&nbsp; My boobs weren't big enough and I wasn't willing to let them put it anywhere they wanted on the first date."<br><br>She blushed and studied her tea.<br><br>"And girls...well, they're vicious.&nbsp; And nasty. And cliquish.&nbsp; And...and soft.&nbsp; And warm.&nbsp; And..."<br><br>Shifting, pressing her knees together, she cleared her throat.<br><br>"I'm being silly, I know."
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 12:05:31</strong>
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				Rachael smiled looking at her as she tried explaining it. "High school was defiantly hell no matter which gender you choose or how you looked, always learning and experimenting."<br><br>"Yeah I can see that, guys usually end up only wanting one thing while girls end up being vicious and judgmental. In the long run I think girls are the better choice of things. If only there was place of all women, an amazonian paradise." <br><br>She sighed as she took a few more sips from her own cup be for refilling it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 05:28:02</strong>
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				With a soft giggle, Spencer poured a refill for the (<em>rather quite Amazonian</em>) Cat.<br><br>"Oh, I don't know.&nbsp; Guys might all want one thing, but they aren't all pushy assholes about it, and...well, it isn't as though women live in a total absence of desire," she said airily, blushing a little as her ears caught up with her mouth.&nbsp; "I mean, uhm, we like it, too.&nbsp; Yes?"<br><br>She sipped her tea.<br><br>"I think the problem is that most of the boys who might not have been pushy assholes were too intimidated by the ones who were to date much.&nbsp; But about your other question..."<br><br>Reaching out to lay one hand briefly on Rachael's knee, Spencer offered a weak little smile of apology.<br><br>"I didn't answer that one, did I?&nbsp; I don't really like my job.&nbsp; But I'm good at it, and it isn't that far removed from the research I want to do, so I have opportunities to branch out and focus.&nbsp; Not as glamorous as being a personal trainer, I'm sure.&nbsp; I certainly don't get to put my hands all over other women all day, not that there's anything wrong with that..."<br><br>She pulled her hand away with a start, squeaked, looked down at her tea.<br><br>"I...I am sorry.&nbsp; I keep meaning to be polite and instead I'm being a bit of a...a...a meanie, aren't I?"
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 02:08:56</strong>
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				Rachael sighed as she chugged her tea and poured another cup. "Yeah I know they aren't all assholes, I'm mainly speaking of out of anger of my past experiences."<br><br>She smiled hearing her fumbled over her words and her blushing when Spencer tried to say women also had desires. "Yeah I see that alot at work. The popular pretty much scaring the nice guys away."<br><br>"Yeah its good that you have the opportunity to branch out." She laughs out hearing her next statement. "Yeah I do get to do that alot but not like its all I do."<br><br>She put her hand onto Spencer's knee after she removed hers. "Don't worry your not being a meanie, your a very great host. So is our pizza about ready?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 03:58:45</strong>
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				"I'll go get it," Spencer smiled, making no move to get up just yet.&nbsp; "When the timer chimes."<br><br>For a moment the petite Mouse seemed to think something over, then leaned against Rachael's arm, resting her head against the Cat's upper arm.<br><br>"You're rather comfortable.&nbsp; And I <em>am</em> feeling a little naughty, I admit it."<br><br>Just then the timer sounded.&nbsp; With a soft sigh, the Mouse pulled away with a muttered curse and got to her feet.<br><br>"I'll have it cut in a moment.&nbsp; Might as well come into the kitchen to get yours.&nbsp; Just give me a moment to get the plates."
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				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 04:42:47</strong>
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				"Ok I almost thought I would have to complain on the service of this restaurant." She let out a laugh at her joke. Rachael smiled as she looked at the mouse leaning on her. <br><br>"I'm glad I'm comfortable for you, usually I am the one saying it in the morning. Well then it is a good thing we didn't say at our original dining choice, not sure if they would like a naughty girl." She looked at her<br><br>Then she heard the timer chime and Spencer got up to get the pizza.&nbsp; 'Fucking timer' She mentally cursed and thought of letting the pizza burn. <br><br>She got up off the couch and walked over into the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 05:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spencer bustled about, taking the pizza out of the oven and cutting it before fetching a pair of plates and a spatula.&nbsp; Finally she scoops two slices onto a plate and holds it out to Rachael before taking one for herself.<br><br>"It isn't fine dining, but it should do."<br><br>For a moment the Mouse looked as though she thought of adding something else, but then she shook herself and turned her eyes demurely away.<br><br>"Shall we watch a movie or something while we eat?&nbsp; Or would you prefer girl talk?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 05:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael took the plate with her slices on it. <br><br>"Yeah you are right but I've never been a fan of fine dining. To many rules and manners that has to be followed. I'll take frozen pizza over 5-class meal any time, but still good every once and awhile."<br><br>She took one of her slices and took a bite out of it.<br><br>"I think movie would be fun, girl talk is always better for later. I'll leave the movie choice to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 06:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spencer giggled nervously.<br><br>"I could just see what I've got on the player, then.&nbsp; But it might be a bit...naughty."<br><br>She blushed, nibbled her pizza, gave Rachael a sidelong look.<br><br>"I mean, I don't remember what I was watching last, and I do have a couple...y'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 06:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael smiled and laughed as she took another bite out of her pizza.<br><br>"Yeah I'm ok with what ever it is, including naughty. After all I love watching something new."<br><br>She goes and sits down so that she was more comfortable for the movie. <br><br>"That is ok I rarely remember what I keep in the player until I press play. It has lead to various situations, some good and others bad"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 06:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With another shy sidelong glance, Spencer joined Rachael on the couch, but this time she sat sideways with her back against one arm and her feet in Rachael's lap.<br><br>"If you don't mind?"<br><br>Then she turned on the TV and player, pressed play...<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Oops.&nbsp; Uhm..."<br><br>And there was a rather torrid lesbian cosplay porn, more or less in mid-orgy, and poor Spencer's blush nearly lit up the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 06:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael sat there still eating her pizza as she had just finished one of her slices. Reached over and grabbed her cup taking a drink.<br><br>"Nope play it... you sure you want to lay this way on the couch?"<br><br>She looked as the movie played and revealed to be a lesbian cosplay in a orgy. <br><br>She blushed lightly but no where near as Spencer and new she needed something to distract and cool down.<br><br>"You shouldn't have laid like this it allows me to do this." She started tickling her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 03:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eeeeeee!"<br><br>Spencer squealed and squirmed, but didn't try to pull her bare feet away from Rachael until after she had carefully set her plate down on the coffee table...<br><br>"Stop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 22:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael smiled and laughed as she watched Spencer squeal and squirm around. She didn't stop even when asked.<br><br>"Well you looked like you were uncomfortable and needed a distraction"<br><br>She did eventually stopped looking at her. <br><br>"you feeling better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 04:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spencer pouted, laying her feet in Rachael's lap again, eyes widening when her toes brushed the Cat's body in an unexpectedly intimate way.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Uhm...s-sorry?"<br><br>Blushing, the Mouse swallowed and stared, wondering how Rachael would respond to the accidental footsie-job, barely noticing her own response to the situation was not the scream-and-flee that she probably would have guessed she'd have.<br><br>"Uhm.&nbsp; I...I'm ticklish, that's all.&nbsp; Very ticklish.&nbsp; Sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 15:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael sat there as she looked at her and let out a small laugh as Spencer moved her feet back into her lap. <br><br>"yeah I noticed that your ticklish. It'll be a good thing to notice for the future."<br><br>She glanced up at the tv as it got to one of the many good points.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 06:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still blushing, Spencer gave what she thought was a strap-on in Rachael's jeans another slow, tentative rub with one foot.<br><br>"You came prepared," she squeaked, trying to sound sultry and brave instead of nervous, skittish, and maybe a little too excited.&nbsp; "Isn't it uncomfortable to walk around all packed like that?&nbsp; I mean, the buckles on the harness...don't they dig in all the time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 18:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael sat there looking at her confused abit not understanding her but quickly realized what she was talking about. She found it funny she instantly jumped to thinking it was a strap-on.<br><br>"Yeah you are right I guess you can say I came prepared. It does get uncomfortable sometimes but I've gotten use to it. It's mainly about adjusting and beside its fun to have it with me all the time" She grinned as she emphasize on the last part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling onto her side to focus more attention on the movie, Spencer pulled her feet in so that she was no longer threatening Rachael's personal space quite so intimately.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the eyeful of the pretty, busty Dog in the sailor fuku humping one corner of her desk as she watched the fully nude four girl daisy chain as they approached orgasm did little to help her still the pitter-patter of her heart.&nbsp; It was difficult enough for her to keep her hands out of her panties while watching this scene, even without company!<br><br>"S-so," she began, only to squeak in surprise and alarm when someone rang the doorbell.<br><br>"Who the fuck...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ P0N3</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 05:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rachael smiled when Spencer rolled and moved her feet. She moved herself closer to her while her arm snaked on the back of the couch and found it's way to one of her ears and started rubbing it. While rubbing her ear she eased the mouse girl from laying position to sitting by pulling her arm back with a subtle laugh as Spencer moved towards the pleasure.<br><br>She looked at her hearing her tried to say something. She jumped at the sound of the doorbell but froze at the voices coming from the other side of the door. She quickly got up to her feet looking around and jumping into small pantry and only leaving a slight crack. She didn't hear much but was asking about where she was hiding something which caused Spencer to blush alot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Date/ Blind Bet  (MP and DJ PON3)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 15:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spencer watched Rachael's sudden retreat with puzzled eyes, then shrugged and went to the door...and sighed in resignation as she spied her two co-workers standing outside.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she opened the door.<br><br>"What do you two want?&nbsp; I'm rather annoyed with both of you right now, so say your piece and scram."<br><br>"Annoyed with us?&nbsp; How so?"&nbsp; Laurie tried to look innocent.<br><br>"Let's see.&nbsp; Blind date?&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; With a Cat who's big enough to bench press my car?"<br><br>"Oh, she's harmless," Lori laughed.&nbsp; "We just want to know if you found out about her secret."<br><br>"Ha, ha, very funny.&nbsp; You're spying on me.&nbsp; Couldn't wait until Monday to rub it in, could you?"&nbsp; Spencer's eyes flashed angrily.&nbsp; "None of your fucking business!&nbsp; And if you bug me about it Monday I might have to call the folks in HR about your inappropriate commentary on my social life!"<br><br>Laurie laid a hand on Lori's arm.&nbsp; "Okay, yeah, sorry.&nbsp; Just wanted to make sure that you were okay, that's all.&nbsp; And you're okay, right?"<br><br>"I'm.&nbsp; Fine."<br><br>"So we're going."<br><br>Cutting Lori off in mid-ribaldry, the two backed away, letting Spencer slam the door and stomp back over to flop down on the couch again.<br><br>"Fucking bitches..."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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