The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady & Dabria)
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				Title: <strong>The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 17:07:07</strong>
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				“C.R. Mac Intyre - Vintage sports car specialist” the business card read. It was on white cardstock with plain unimpressive print. There was no address, just a phone number. If you received this card, with this phone number you had to be an aficionado of vintage sports cars. Because though Mac Intyre Restoration was relatively well known for its good work and good deals, only a select few cars and owners received special attention from Mac Intyre and her select staff. <br><br>Such a card has fallen into the hands of a young man by way of his boss. Being successful opens many doors, but maybe he isn’t fully prepared for what he might get.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 22:54:06</strong>
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				T.K. looks at the card on the passenger seat once again.&nbsp; He wonders why his boss gave it to him, really.&nbsp; After all, he doesn't really need the Cobra restored, he did it himself.&nbsp; Still getting other people to look at it from time to time might best.<br><br>Turning down the laneway he still isn't too sure about this, though.&nbsp; It's not the fact that C.R. is a woman, his mother knew more about cars than his father, and his uncle was the one who got him the Shelby and the 69' Mach One he hasn't started to work on yet.&nbsp; And really, who gives out a business card after a successful deal?&nbsp; So he's 26 and really likes older cars, it's not the sort of thing one gives out in lieu of a raise.<br><br>Running his fingers through his short hair, the 5' 11" male wonders if there's more to this place than he's been led to believe...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 17:17:08</strong>
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				The restoration shop was on the outskirts of town going towards the high end country homes that lay outside the city. The building itself was older, but in good repair and the manicured flower beds made the place look as if it were rather high end itself. As T.K. would pull up to the garage he was met by a gorgeous heart shaped rear clad in black shorts, black t-shirt, and little green flipflops hand washing a 1963 silver corvette. <br><br>The cute little brunette stood up straight as he pulled into the drive, turning around and smiling at him. She dropped the sudsy wash sponge into a bucket and walked over to him. Samantha had an all american cheerleader face with large brown eyes, full mouth and pert little nose, framed by a short pixie hair cut. <br>"Welcome to Mac Intyre's, I'm Sam...how can we help you today?" her voice was cheerful and bouncy as reflected by her well endowed chest the wet black t-shirt.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 19:16:43</strong>
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				Tyler K. St. Clair blinks as he's greeted.&nbsp; This was not expected, he's assuming she's also a mechanic, but having a really cute girl greet him, especially in a wet T-shirt was not the first thing the tall man would think is the first thing to see.<br><br>"Ah, yeah.&nbsp; I'm T.K.&nbsp; I was given this," The athletic frame pulls out the card from the gray shirt chest pocket, "I'm wondering what kind of service I should be expecting here."<br><br>He looks about, taking the building in and surrounding environment before giving this girl his full attention.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 21:02:03</strong>
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				Sam took the card and looked at it smiling "You need to back up and go around to the rear of the building." she motioned to a driveway that lead around back. "There will be a parking spot marked with your initals, park your car there.Take this card and go into the office, it will be the first door on the left as you go into the garage." She winked at him before returning the card and backing away from the vehicle. "Again..welcome.."<br><br>Sam sauntered back over to the corvetter and resumed her&nbsp; car washing.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 03:29:20</strong>
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				A parking spot with HIS initials?&nbsp; What kind of place is this?&nbsp; He slides back into the blue painted car with the white racing stripes along the hood, roof and rear spoiler and pulls back out, following the directions as best he can.&nbsp; This place is turning out to be really odd.&nbsp; It almost sounds like a gentlemen's club, something that's been out of style for decades.&nbsp; Right?<br><br>But it doesn't take much for him to find the spot, and as always, he parks his car in reverse, for ease of departure.&nbsp; A youth of illegal street racing has taught him to make sure he can always leave fast.&nbsp; Stepping out once again, he closes the door and looks at this entrance.&nbsp; A shrug and he enters the office, the card spinning in his hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 21:36:44</strong>
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				The&nbsp; building itself is clean and the colors of gray give anyone walking in a soothing sense, to the right you can see multiple bays with different cars in varying stages of restoration. To the left T.K. spies a wooden door with a window that says OFFICE. Upon opening the door he would also see and older woman sitting behind the desk, the name plaquard says she is Anges Brill. <br><br>She has that grandmother look to her, in her mid-sixties her hair curled to a style that is essentially 60 years ago, wearing a soft blue sweater and calf length dark blue cotton dress. She is rather small and frail looking but see's the young man enter the office she puts down the invoice she has been reviewing "Can I help you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 01:49:04</strong>
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				"Ah, yes," The young fellow says, and hands over the card, "I was given this, and told that I was to show it to&nbsp; you."<br><br>He looks about, taking in the entire room, hoping to see what's this place about.&nbsp; It seems a touch extravagant for just a car shop, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 21:50:13</strong>
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				Agnes took the card and looked at it, giving him an unusual smile she handed the card back to him. "Please have a seat, I will let Charlie know your here." The old woman got up from her desk and walked out the door. <br><br>A few moments later a tall dark blonde woman dressed in coveralls walked in with Agnes, giving her a quick peck on the cheek she walked over to TK offering her right hand to him.<br><br>"Hi...I am Charlie Mac Intyre...and you must be T.K. It's a pleasure to meet you. Robert has told me alot about your beautiful Shelby." she spoke to him as if they had been friends for years. Familiar yet still polite and slightly formal. Her oval face was graced with clear blue-green eyes a little covered by safety glass, and her skin had that sun touched cast to it. Her high cheek bones a little red from time out in the sun and her lips not quite as full as Samantha's. <br><br>Where Sam had looked like a cheerleader, here was the gear head he was told about. Even to the small smudge of grease on her cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 22:10:31</strong>
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				Tyler stands up from the bench and takes the handshake with a solid, confident grip.&nbsp; It's not the touch of an overcompensater or weak-willed sop, it's one of a man who knows what he's about and is confident.<br><br>"Hello, Charlie, nice to meet you.&nbsp; I've heard a fair bit of the work you do here," An easy comfortable smile of a man whose finally hitting his stride after the initial shock, "As for the Cobra, well, I've had years to make her work, but I'm no expert."
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 22:37:05</strong>
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				Charlie looked over her newest client taking in all the little detials. He wasnt bad looking at all, Robert had understated the young man quite a bit. Maybe it was her own little reward for taking care of his new overseas business partners so well. The gentlemen were so impressed with the service they had offered to buy Samantha numerous times. But she wasnt in the human slave business. None the less, this young man had that hot shot look to him. He would enjoy their special services, she was certain.<br><br>"All good things I hope. Let's go take a look at your baby while I explain what we do here." Guiding him back out to the car she walked around it, as if she were checking for flaws. <br><br>"My car maintenace service is very exclusive to vintage sports cars. Both forgien and domestic, we pick her up we make sure she is tip top and always immaculately detailed and personally return her to you. Your new position will keep you very busy and these beautiful vehicles require alot of time and attention. Your boss knows you wouldnt want her in less-than-perfect condition so he has payed for our services for the next year."<br><br>Charlie continued to walk around the car as she explained further."If you decide that you enjoy our service and its something you wish to continue after the first year, then we will be happy to arrange to continue your membership. Now this is just the maintanence program, if you have other vehicles that you wish for us to restore, then that is extra. And of course this is a very personal service, we do not advertise it, each member has been hand selected by another member. So consider your self especially lucky. Do you have any questions?" she brushed a stray hair from her eyes as she waited for him to respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 22:59:53</strong>
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				The dark haired fellow with the athletes build, which he obviously maintains regularly, nods and then tilts his head, "What am I looking at in terms of fees?&nbsp; I'm not sure if my new six digit paycheck can maintain this."<br><br>The GT350 Fastback is a faithfully restored machine, with love and care poured into all the details.&nbsp; From the analog dials and speedometer, to the small cobra imprint on the steering wheel.&nbsp; The interior leather also looks hand crafted and placed.&nbsp; Opening the door, T.K. pops the hood for the mechanic which reveals a Super Cobra Jet 428, although there's the visible wear and tear of a machine that sees constant use, there's sign of maintenance done and recent as well.<br><br>He sticks his hands in his pockets and awaits the prognosis.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 20:49:44</strong>
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				Charly pushed up the bill of her "NY Yankees" baseball cap and leaned in to take a good look at the engine. She noticed where there were little detials missed, stickers and such that needed to be recreated and placed for thorough bred qualification. <br><br>"Well there are a few little details, stickers and such that you need, but over all she looks pretty good. As to price, like I said your boss purchased the maintenance program for a year. That is a fifteen thousand dollar package. If you choose to pay monthly its a two grand a month to start. But then again, it covers the bulk of your expenses and the time involved." she put her hands in her coverall pockets as she spoke and stood up right. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 04:54:59</strong>
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				"15k?&nbsp; Wow, much less than I expected," He doesn't say it, but he's pretty sure there'll be more expenses depending.&nbsp; On what, however, he has no clue.&nbsp; Still, she's good enough to notice the emblems and the like missing, which means she's thorough and very professional.<br><br>"As for questions, I have one.&nbsp; What's next?"
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 00:32:56</strong>
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				"Next we take a ride in your car. I would very much like to see what she feels like. If that is alright with you, let me go get changed really quick" Charlie walked back to the garage for a few moments coming back in a pair of tight black shorts not unlike the ones Sam was wearing, and white t-shirt. The smudge was gone from her face as well as the baseball cap. Charlie's blonde hair was down and she was wearing a pair of driving glasses, as well as carrying a pair of driving gloves. Her work boots had been replaced with a pair of fitted shoes that would remind you of flexible wrestling boots. <br><br>She held her hand out for the keys to the vehicle "I always take new cars for a test drive with the owner so they know I am competent, and to see how she handles."
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 16:58:33</strong>
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				Looking her up and down, T.K. grins and reaches into his right pocket.&nbsp; Flipping the keys once, he expertly flicks them over to her, "Sure, go for it."<br><br>He follows the mechanic as she walks over to the muscle car.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 14:32:44</strong>
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				Catching the keys with expert ease Charlie opened the door to the car and slid in, pulling the seat belt across her chest she slid the key in the turned the car on. The rumble instantly excited her. She knew this engine all to well, they always needed a moment to warm up. She patted the passenger seat. "I promise to not scare the heck out of you, and be absolutely careful with your baby."<br><br>With that she shifted the car and slowly crept out of the driveway before turning onto a side road that wasnt visible from the main road. "We have a driving course here to test a vehicles performance. So if you ever want to see how your girl is handling, you can push her to the limits without John Q. Law causing a ruckus. Being a private road, they have no juridicition here. That is also one of the benefits of your membership."<br><br>She slowly brought the car around till they were moving comfortably along the driving course, before she gave it a bit more gas "Lets see what she is really capable of?" Her long legs worked the pedals and the steering like an expert. Picking up speed, the wheels chirpped a bit as she hugged the curves, the needle on the speedometer steadily rising.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 18:07:26</strong>
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				T.K. wasn't worried at all, and it shows in his stance as he slid right beside the tall mechanic.&nbsp; If something happens to the Shelby, she'll be the one to fix it after all.&nbsp; Hiding a grin as the executive swivels his head about taking in the scenery, including the lovely driver, this car used to be the machine he raced with a few years ago.&nbsp; It can handle speed.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>30-04-2008, 18:48:27</strong>
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				Shifted harder as she took them further down the driving course, turning off the course to a side road leading to a large expanse of forest. The road was still smooth and winding. Charlie slowed the vehicle and turned sharply into a long driveway, up to a large two story half timber house with a stonewalled courtyard.<br><br>"Now for the rest of your membership privileges" Charlie parked the Shelby next to three other vintage sports cars leaving the keys in the console. She opened the door, giving him a knowing smile and waving him after her. The sounds of people's voices could be hear on the other side of the courtyard wall. <br><br>"I think your going to like this part" she giggled at him and opened the gate to allow him entrance. "Welcome to The Aficionado's Club T.K." 
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>01-05-2008, 16:37:27</strong>
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				The rest of his privileges?&nbsp; There's MORE?&nbsp; He blinks as the tallish fellow steps out of the Cobra.&nbsp; He follows Charlie into the building and stops once he hears the voices.&nbsp; Looking back at her, he steps forward the moment the 5' 9" mechanic waves him forward.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>04-05-2008, 08:23:25</strong>
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				The voices he heard before only became lounder as the heavy iron gate swung open. Inside there seemed to be a few men, both young and old in tailored suits not unlike his own, be attended by nothing short of a handful of scantily clad young women. Charlie walked infront of him and smiled at the members of the club. <br><br>"Good to see you all again gentleman...this is your newest member of course....T.K." she walked in and shook hands with a few of the gents, smiling and saying hello to a few of them personally before turning around and walking back over to T.K. <br><br>"This is the club house, your welcome here anytime day or night." sliding her arm through his "let me give you the tour." She guided him into the expansive house entering the sun room first where a man was receiving a rather prodigous oral attention from a voluptous red-headed woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 17:02:15</strong>
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				He blinks at the scandalously clad women, realizing he was right, this is a sort of men's club.&nbsp; He follows quietly, but appreciatively, until he sees the redhead.&nbsp; He's going to like it here, at least with these girls he's not going to have to shell out for dinner first.&nbsp; Or so he hopes.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 13:43:15</strong>
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				Charlie nods politely to the man receiving the blowjob and guides T.K. on through the house to the kitchen. "Of course we would prefer that you not live here, so over night stays are limited to 3 a month. You are also not allowed to bring guests of any kind. If you mention your membership to anyone then your membership can and will be revoked forever and you will be black balled from any of our sister clubs." <br><br>She leaned against the marble counter of the spacious kitchen watching the newest member closely."We have both male and female clients, so dont believe this is a good ol' boys club. Also you are not allowed to damage any of the people who work here..one thing we will do today is go over the rules and you will have to sign off on them. Your signature makes you legally bound to a contract of silence about the club. If this is a problem then we can stop here and I can take you back now." she spoke matter of factly but not in a rude way.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 06:59:53</strong>
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				So no abusing the help?&nbsp; He can understand that, T.K. has never been one for beating a woman, just doesn't seem fun really.&nbsp; Pulling his hands from his pockets, he shrugs, "Nope, no problems here."<br><br>The handsome fellow waits for the other rules, should there be any, with his head tilted.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 08:53:39</strong>
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				Charlie leads the newest member through the kitchen and the dining room showing off the expanse of the house before bringing him into a rather nicely appointed library. Picking up a rather thick contract lying on the desk she motions him over to a dark leather couch with deep cushions facing a stone work fireplace. She sits in the middle of the couch, crossing her long tan legs , and placing the contract upon a clip board she turns to face him and smiles.Pushing a stray dark blonde strand from her face and tucking it behind her ear, she lifts the clip board and begins to read over the contract with him. <br><br>"Now you have an idea of what we are, and what we do, let me clarify the rules a little more for you. What you have is a basic membership. We take care of your car and you basic carnal needs. Let me stress basic, straight forward one on one, vanilla sex. If your kinky and like more exotic things, its extra." she spoke clearly yet a little slowly to put emphasis on her words. <br><br>"We do have members that have unique tastes and we cater to them. So there is very little that is out of bounds."she continued. "If you find this is someplace you would like to continue then you can discuss upgrade options."<br><br>She hands him the contract to review. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 02:27:09</strong>
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				The tall young Exec looks around, taking in everything and mentally boggling at the just how much money must have been poured into this place.&nbsp; Gold furnishings, wood paneling, this place has the works.<br><br>He takes a look through the contract, reading it thoroughly, although T.K. asks, "What are the prices for the kinky stuff?"<br><br>The pen spins in his right hand in between his fingers as he looks over the wooden paper holder.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 18:42:26</strong>
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				"Well, like I mentioned before we do cater to that, but usually we require a waiting period of thirty days before your offered the upgrade. But exceptions can be made at the right price of course. What exactly are you looking for?" Charlie inquired. <br><br>She watched the newest member of the club with intense scrutinity. "The other issue is that I always personally introduce our new members to the delights of our club. So the more you tell me, the better your first experience will be." With that she settled back into the couch and crossed her long legs, the tight shoe clinging to her shapely foot wiggling just a little.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 01:27:55</strong>
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				T.K. let's his eyes trail over the sexy mechanic and grins, "Well, nothing too out there, really.&nbsp; Mostly bondage to begin with, that is a must.&nbsp; That's foreplay to me, really."<br><br>He doesn't say it's the main reason he doesn't have a girlfriend, none of them understand that, despite being somewhat good looking.&nbsp; Another shrug of fit shoulders, "Of course, I'm willing to pay extra for the right to 'experiment' with other things, again, I don't think I'm all that odd or 'out there' as I stated."<br><br>A pause, "It is however, dependent on what's allowed, as well.&nbsp; This looks like a really fun place for me, and your mechanics must be excellent, mainly due to the fact that most of the cars outside look in almost mint condition.&nbsp; And I recognize some of these license plates, I've seen those at the local outdoor car shows."<br><br>Those are the ones that aficionados and other non-professional gatherings where people show off their prides and joys.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 01:54:35</strong>
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				Charlie smiled again and waited for the young man to sign the contract. "Our rules are simple, we dont participate with anyone under the age of 20, no animals, drawing of blood, or other body fluids other than seminal or vaginal. All sessions are monitored and if your subject gives their safe word the play ends. Failure to abide by this rule is automatic ejection from the club and all privileges are stripped"<br><br>She continued watch him and make note of how he reacted to her questions. Her foot slowed in its tapping and became still, the idea of being all tied up with new guy definitely intruiged her. Now how much was he really willing to pay, in order to play. "If you will sign the base contract, I will be more than happy to show you to one of our dungeons..." her eyes almost lit up with excitment at the prospect.
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 02:30:04</strong>
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				"Sign?&nbsp; Already been done, my dear, although I have a few more questions,"&nbsp; He hands back the tablet to her, "Like: Is the mechanic the same person that one can have assignations with?&nbsp; Is one person per customer, or does the price include more than one, if not at the same time?"<br><br>He sticks his hands into his pockets, "There's also the question of hours of operation for both sides of this business.&nbsp; And I'll need a list of prices for the various 'levels' one is allowed to purchase here, so I can see what I'll need to budget for my expenses."<br><br>A shrug of his handsome shoulders, "As for the dungeon, colour me intrigued, gorgeous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 03:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie looked over the document and smiled at him placing it to the side. "To your first question, yes the mechanic is available for assignments. The second question there can be more than one person open to your need and it only costs more if there are more than two. As for hours of operation we are opening 24 hours a day 365 days a year, though different representatives are available at different times. As for the list, all prices are available in your contract, we dont talk money in public." <br><br>Standing up and offering her hand to him "Please follow me..." she slides off her shoes and walks barefoot holding his hand as they slowly mount the stairs, the shorts clinging to her curves. Her long tan legs enticingly sweet leading up to her heart shaped rounded rear. "I think you will like this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 04:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at her long legs as the mechanic sways her way to their next destination, "I already do..."<br><br>But after that comment, T.K. follows quietly, looking about taking in the sights once more, hands still in his slack pockets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 08:55:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie continued to lead him through the house, up one set of short steps to a another set leading down and away. The little hallway was beautifully panelled but seemed to end rather abruptly, until she turned to her left and pressed on of the panels themselves. It clicked settling in and sliding to the right showing the opening to a stone room <br>tastefully appointed with wingbacked chairs to the right on a lush dark rug. To the left there seemed to be more than enough accourements for plying the fetish of bondage to intice even the most fickle of appetites. A St. Andrew's cross in one corner with what looked to be a heavy iron cage like device with panels that could be removed or added at a persons discretion. <br><br>She turned to allow him in further and touched the panel so it would close behind them. Sliding her hand onto his shoulder, she leaned very close and whispered in T.K.'s ear. "So what's your pleasure sir? I am here to accomodate your needs." Charlie slid the shoes off and stood just at his right waiting to see what the newest member of the club could do with so much at his disposal.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 10:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching out, the handsome former street racer runs his fingers through the gorgeous blond's hair as he looks around the chamber, "Very nice, well stocked..."<br><br>And then he looks straight at Charlie, "And very well built too."<br><br>"Before I get into this, I would like a safe word of your choosing, please," He commands smoothly, tugging off his gloves and running a finger along the nearby surfaces.&nbsp; He picks up a black leather collar and inspects it as he waits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 18:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie tilted her head back for a moment as he seemed to feel relaxed enough to touch her. His eyes told her everything she needed to know for the moment and she smiled.<br><br>He was ready to try the place out. "One moment please....." she walked away from him to the center of the room. "Begin session Charlie Alpha 4, subject 01592TK" she spoke clearly and loudly. <br><br>A soft beep responded to her as she turned to look back at him "My safe word is always 'RED'. You may not gag me at this time, or bind me in such away that I cannot find a way to release myself. The more we play together, the more you can keep me from moving, do you agree to this?" she spoke directly to him with a level tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 02:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods, mentally trying to figure out what this leaves him with.&nbsp; Then nods to the woman's outfit, "Take that off, please."<br><br>Once that command is given he wanders around the place a little more, testing restrictive devices, bindings and other toys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 20:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie nods at him and slips the t-shirt off her body releasing her braless lush breasts, the lightly tanned torso rippling with the muscularity of a woman who kept herself fit. The heavy breasts lightly tipped with hard rosy nipples. She directs her attention to the tight fitting shorts and pressing them down off her legs. Her whole form was shapely and taut, the flat belly leading to a barely there strip of pale blonde pubic fur. <br><br>Walking over to the center of the room, she knelt before him lowering her head. "At your service Sir"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 22:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				T.K. has been presented with a conundrum.&nbsp; He picks out a collar and motions for Charlie's head to tilt up as he opens the leather and currently unleashed circle of soft back leather.&nbsp; He then gets a idea, she did say can't bind her hands in a way that she can't escape from, not that he can't tie her up.<br><br>He grins waiting for the next step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 04:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilts her head up to present her neck for the collar he is holding. Her blue eyes staring back at him waiting his first orders. Her lush breasts rising and falling slowly as she anticipated what he might do next. Kneeling before him, her muscular taut body glowing in the dim light. Her tan skin was flawless, his eyes would be drawn down to her mound as she knelt, her thighs parting to give him a better view of her charms. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 01:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He fastens the collar around the sexy mechanic's throat, idly wondering if one can 'acquire' a girl for as long as he or she pays.&nbsp; Running his fingers along her jaw, he tugs up, coaxing the lithe, athletic frame to an upright position.&nbsp; And hooking a finger through the ring, the 'Master' in this scenario presents her in front of the St. Andrew's Cross.<br><br>Keeping the blond facing it, and using two of his fingers along each of her forearms, lifts them to the rings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 10:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie looked up at the restrictive device and smiled. This was one of her favorite toys. The collar was comfortable around her throat and she didnt seem to resist anything he offered thus far. Stepping up and lifting her arms to the bindings she would move her tan taut form to the cross and grasp the hand hold placed there. <br><br><br>She felt her heart beat a little faster as this new member of the club seemed to know his way around the accourements of the room. Charlie thought that maybe he would become a fast favorite of the girls. They always seemed to want a little more fresh dominate meat for their appetites.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 05:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				T.K. fastens each wrist to the leather and steel cuffs, every so tight backside facing him, while she continues to look at the cross.&nbsp; They hold her hands securely, but he made sure that her fingers had more than enough purchase to undo them, should the need arise.&nbsp; He steps back for a moment, debating tying more of her up, but decides that it's enough for starters.<br><br>After admiring her some more, the tall young exec teasingly runs a finger under his captives arms and hips, skipping over the inwardly curving flesh of her ribs and upper waist.&nbsp; A slow smile as he licks Charlie's spine waiting for her reaction, before cupping her chest, lifting and releasing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 07:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft moan esacpes Charlie's lips as the tongue slides along her skin, the sudden feeling of his hand on her breasts creating an aching well of need. She tried to stay still but he was summoning very slowly the want that truly existed in her depths. She does not struggle against the bonds holding her, instead feeling completely safe in their grasp.<br><br>"How would you like to begin Sir?" she whispered just loud enough for him to hear the need in her voice.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 19:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A laugh escapes him, "Oh, I think I already have."<br><br>The strong grip on her chest slips off, leaving the air to caress her for a few moments before the sharp crack of a cupped paw strikes the firm, round heart shaped bottom.&nbsp; Then switches back to the almost gentle touch to her spine as a digit traces up the indent.&nbsp; The second expert strike connects to the warm, firm buns, with a third following right after it.<br><br>Another cupping of the heavy globes up front, before he disappears for a few tantalizing moments, leaving the only sounds to be Charlie's breathing and rummaging in one of the cabinets.&nbsp; Suddenly it stops, footsteps approach and then the fourth spanking bounces off the blond's sexy frame.&nbsp; A pair of fingers trace along the petals for two passes, before a third pushes into the woman's core.&nbsp; It slips out, as he parts the netherlips and something sharp bites into the clit!&nbsp; He let's the clamp dangle for a single moment in time until the fifth slap makes it swing and jump wildly.<br><br>"Very nice, my dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 17:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first of the sharp spanks takes Charlie by surprise, the blood rushing quickly to where the smooth hand strikes and tingling smartly. Taking a soft breath out she feels herself slowly slipping into the special place, as the hand smacks her again. The long "ohhhhhhh" barely audible as he leaves her for a moment, the air enhancing the sting of the spanks.<br><br>Charlie feels her own sex suddenly become fiercely wet as TK slides his fingers along the swelling petals. Its the deft invasion of her wanting core that she grinds against for a moment, until the fingers are removed again, splaying her wide open. The the sharp pinch of the clamp makes her yelp for a moment, a begging whimper of pleasure following afterwards. <br><br>"I think you might have done this before Sir...." he voice is a little breathless as she turns her head for a moment to look over her shoulder. The silky blond tresses caressing the skin of her back as her eyes become wide and lustrous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 21:24:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				T.K. chuckles, "You don't say?"<br><br>Another spank is laid upon the burning cheeks, "Maybe I have...&nbsp; Once."<br><br>Then the fingers trace the sleek muscles again, roaming over the back of the sexy woman's curved torso, back and front, until his touch take the nipples between two digits and pulls on them.&nbsp; Another pinch on the tips, as he licks behind the honey blond's neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 09:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tension the clamp created was merely amplified when she moved, and there was no recourse but to move when he touched her body. It was like wanting to bend into the hands, only to have them pinch again. A groan slipped from her and tried to lean back into the press of his lips on her neck.The restraints kept her from going too far, and that only illicted another series of whimpers and moans. <br><br>Charlie was not sure what to do with new member of the club, but she was sure if this was the wayu he began, TK would become quite popular among the masochist set.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 22:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smirking to himself and letting the small metal toys that hang from his pinkie fingers scrape lightly along the flesh, the young man hefts the mounds once more, as well as teasing the tips again before attaching the clamps to them!&nbsp; From behind as always he presses and rubs the breasts together for a few more touches, then stands back and spanks Charlie again.&nbsp; The strike is hard enough to make her jerk and bounce the attachments to her sleek frame.<br><br>His other hand grasps her head by the hair and tilts her face backwards so the tall male can look at her expression before kissing the soft mouth.&nbsp; He keeps alternating between the soft and harsh caresses to the mechanic girl's sexy frame, either by spanking the bottom, or sliding fingers along the ribs, spine and back of her thighs...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 16:15:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss left a lingering want on her lips, a need that was quelled by the sharp smacks and soft caresses. Charlie's shoulder length locks brushed against her shoulder as her head rolled to the side, just catching his form out of the corner of her eye. The clamps jingled and jumped everytime he struck her, making the writhing desire down her her core quiver. <br><br>She almost whimpered when he pulled his hand away, the reddening flesh so easily distinguishable under these dim lights. "How else may this girl please you sir?" she whispered softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 22:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A grin in his voice as T.K. nods, "Yes, open your legs a bit more."<br><br>He steps back, unzips his pants audibly and waits for her to do as he says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 13:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Parting her legs a little further, Charlie felt her muscles shiver with anticipation with the metallic sound of T.K.'s zipper opening up. "There are contraceptives in the left drawer of the table over there. A requirement until you go for the physical you agreed to upon signing the contract." she said softly and over her shoulder.<br><br>The heat from the spankings were radiating out on the flesh of her body, enchancing the tension already prominent in her aching core. Even the brush of her hair against her shoulder seemed to arouse her at this point. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 20:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding away for a bit, letting his sounds tell the story, T.K. rummages around to make sure he's all prepared and properly fixed before going back and spanking the firm rear end one more time.<br><br>And without much ado his sheathed weapon gets thrust upwards into Charlie's waiting body.&nbsp; His fingers alight on her ribs, thumbs rolling and massaging the soft flesh as the above average length and girth fills the mechanic's passage working her over to his pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 09:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie moaned aloud at the sudden invasion of her body. It was not an unwanted thing but the newest aficionado was more than little well endowed. The tightness of her expanded with a little resistance at first, it was as if she was a little untried then it took all of him in and clung tight.<br><br>The fingers on her body continued the waves of shivers, as the filling of her aching core squeezed and rippled along the length of him. Her shoulder length blond hair brushed Charlie's back and spine adding a soft silken sensation to the sizzle of lust between them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Aficionado's Club  (Chris_Brady &amp; Dabria)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 19:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brushing her the dark strands away from her back, over a shoulder, the handsome young exec runs his thumb along the back of her neck, licking it once.&nbsp; His hips continue to piston into the soft, warm tightness of Charlie, a paw slapping the firm, athletic bottom as a single counter point to the pleasure.<br><br>Continuing to nip along an earlobe, as the strong fingers grasp around her throat.&nbsp; The grip isn't tight, just commanding as it slides up the sexy mechanic's jaw to tilt her head back.&nbsp; The other touch rides the side of her hip and ribs to heft a healthy globe on the five-nine woman.<br><br>"Yes, very nice," T.K. purrs into her ears, "Very sexy..."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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