Always Read the Fine Print
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				Title: <strong>Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:45:57</strong>
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				Deirdre's heart pounded as she stepped into the tiny recording booth.&nbsp; She'd been to a few auditions in the past, but this one seemed to be <em>exactly</em> what she'd been hoping for.&nbsp; She'd paid particular attention to her outfit this morning:&nbsp; A snug, jewel-green top highlighted her modest curves, and brought out the highlights in her hair, which was pulled back in a high, fluffy pony tail.&nbsp; Black, slim-cut jeans made her legs look even longer.&nbsp; All of that would mean nothing if she couldn't sing, though.<br><br>She took a deep breath, and launched into one of her originals - an anthem-like rocker called Bellerophon's Folly, which accented her vocal range and energy, with the last verse hanging on a clear, high note before dropping to the pounding chorus and outro.&nbsp; When the performance was over, she was flushed and a little breathless with the excitement.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:36:17</strong>
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				The record representatives listened, played back a few parts, and then talked amongst themselves for a few minutes.&nbsp; When the hushed speaking died down, all of them left, except for the recording technician and one of the representatives - who looked to be the youngest out of all them.&nbsp; "Well, Miss Avianna," he started, "your voice is very impressive, and it's something that we've been looking for for quite some time, and we believe that we can sell it.&nbsp; So, we are prepared to offer you a contract."<br><br>He held up a finger.&nbsp; "However, if you do sign with us, we would have to have a few...image changes.&nbsp; Nothing spectacular, just a few things to make you more relatable to our target audience - a few sets of stage clothes, maybe take the streaks out of your hair - like I said, nothing major.&nbsp; I feel it only fair to tell you this now, so that you may come in fully informed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 03:25:18</strong>
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				"I'm pretty sure I can handle a dye-job and having a real wardrobe consultant," Deirdre said with a smile.&nbsp; "You really think that my voice is right for the position?"&nbsp; The way it was put forth, as 'nothing major', Dee was sure that it would be little more than that.&nbsp; Heck, for the position of lead singer, she'd be willing to dye her hair pink and perform on five-inch platform shoes!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 03:29:32</strong>
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				"Absolutely," the representative told her.&nbsp; "We've been looking for a breakout star for teenagers for some time.&nbsp; You've got the voice, the age appearance, and the ability to relate to them that we want.&nbsp; You've got it, we want it, and we just have to meet in the middle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 19:57:43</strong>
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				"It doesn't sound too bad, like I said.&nbsp; Is there anything I need to sign?"&nbsp; She had been waiting for an opportunity for such a long time, that maybe she was a little over-eager.&nbsp; A sensible artist would have had a lawyer familiar with contracts on hand, but Deirdre had arrived at the audition alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 20:48:39</strong>
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				"Yes, as a matter of fact..."&nbsp; The representative turned to a briefcase that had been resting on a nearby bank of...some sort of electronic equipment.&nbsp; He then withdrew a multi-page document, and a pen.&nbsp; "Here is the contract.&nbsp; I've tagged where you need to sign.&nbsp; You're welcome to read over it, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 03:39:18</strong>
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				Deirdre made a show of looking over it - but about halfway through the second page talking about 'Party of the First Part' and 'Party of the Second Part', her brain had pretty much gotten lost in the maze of legalities.&nbsp; It was with some relief that she found the signature line and scrawled her name and the date.<br><br>"I'm really looking forward to working with you.&nbsp; When do I meet the rest of the band?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 03:42:01</strong>
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				"Sometime in the next couple of days," the representative told her, "we're still putting them all together.&nbsp; We've got the drummer and the bassist, but we're having a little bit of trouble finding a keyboardist and a second guitar player."&nbsp; He took the contract and put it away.<br><br>"Now, before you go home, follow me, please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 18:15:48</strong>
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				"Oh - okay..." Deirdre was a little disappointed.&nbsp; She'd had a silly vision of signing, walking through a door and meeting up with the rest of the band, instantly being friends with all of them.&nbsp; Of course it wouldn't work that way - someone had to be hired last, but that probably wouldn't be the lead singer!&nbsp; Not to mention, even with Dee's cheerful personality, there would undoubtedly be some rough spots to get through before they worked well together - <em>if</em> they worked well together.<br><br>As these thoughts went through her mind, she stood up, smiled a little at the recording tech, and followed the label representative out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 18:20:11</strong>
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				The representative led her outside, where there was a sleek black limo waiting for her.&nbsp; "Hop in," the man told her, "and the driver will take you anywhere you want to go tonight.&nbsp; There's a little pass on the seat next to you, which will tell anyone that you've signed to be one of our artists.&nbsp; Have a night of celebration on us, because frankly, you've earned it."<br><br>He smiled pleasantly at her - but a little bit sick inside at what he knew was going to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:07:42</strong>
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				"Anywhere?"&nbsp; Deirdre was shocked at the generous offer.&nbsp; Theoretically, she could find the fanciest restaurant in town and order the most expensive thing on the menu.&nbsp; She wasn't that sort of person, though, and she had a sneaky suspicion that the representative had gotten that impression from her.<br><br>Instead, she went to a more modest - though still a bit above her usual budget - dance club.&nbsp; As she walked in, she still felt a little out of place in her more conservative outfit, but she put on a smile and went up to the bar, presenting the pass.<br><br>"I'd like a Peppermint Pattie," she said, holding out her ID so he could verify her.&nbsp; It was a simple drink, only creme de cacao and creme de menthe, but it was the sort of sweet, admittedly girlish drink that she didn't typically feel too bad after drinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 04:16:11</strong>
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				Deirdre had no idea at what was about to happen to her.&nbsp; By signing that contract, she had effectively signed herself away, giving the record label full control over her image, appearance, and so much more.&nbsp; Now, for most labels, that really wouldn't have meant anything major.&nbsp; But this one in particular...they had a nasty little device that they used to help sell stars, depending on the target audience.&nbsp; And Deirdre was going to become a victim of said device.<br><br>"Of course," the bartender noted, checking both the pass and her ID.&nbsp; The pass enabled her to have free drinks, all night long.&nbsp; And even if Deirdre ordered non-alcoholic stuff...the bartender was under orders to slip at least a little booze into each drink - preferably vodka, since high quality vodka tasted like water. <br><br>"Here you are," he said, presenting her with her Peppermint Pattie - and knowing that this girl wasn't going to be leaving the club until she was well and drunk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:50:42</strong>
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				Not surprisingly, it didn't take too terribly long for that to happen.&nbsp; Between the liqueurs and the added vodka, not to mention the fact that Dee wasn't much of a drinker to begin with, she was soon feeling quite unsteady.&nbsp; She hadn't reached the point where she was likely to get sick, but she was very glad that she wouldn't be driving herself anywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>It was also evident that Dee was a good-natured drunk.&nbsp; As she weaved her way towards the Ladies' room, she was smiling and giggling at her own missteps.&nbsp; Amazingly, she managed not to cause any catastrophes on the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 06:55:54</strong>
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				Now that Dee was good and drunk, phase two of the label's plan was set into motion.&nbsp; When she left the bathroom, she'd find her driver standing there, smiling.&nbsp; "Bartender says that you've had a few too many, Miss.&nbsp; And you've got to be at the studio tomorrow to do a few things, so I'm afraid I have to cut you off now."<br><br>Good thing that she was good-natured.&nbsp; The driver helped her into the backseat of the limo, and proceeded to drive off, ostensibly to Dee's residence.&nbsp; As they drove, though, a slight amount of a knockout gas was introduced into the back where Dee was sitting, and the driver was taking her back to the label...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 07:08:04</strong>
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				By the time that the driver reached the label, Dee was limp in the back seat.&nbsp; When moved, she seemed in no danger of waking up, save for making sleepy noises and squirming just a little as if to get comfortable.&nbsp; She looked even more like the girl-next-door in this state - not a sloppy drunk, but profoundly asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 07:14:25</strong>
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				A couple of men came out of the back of the building, and carefully carried her inside, to have her 'image changes' start being made.&nbsp; The record label had not lied to her - all the changes being made were meant to make her more sellable, more relatable to the teenagers who were going to be buying her music.&nbsp; They just didn't tell her the extent of the changes that were going to be made to her.<br><br>When the process was done, the driver took her back to her apartment, and let her sleep...tomorrow was going to be an interesting day for the new star.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 08:35:35</strong>
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				When Dee woke up, she had the familiar, cottony feeling in her mouth that she'd had after drinking on other occasions - although this time it also felt like the cotton balls were trying to chisel their way out of her skull.<br><br>"God, I think I overdid it," she said, heaving herself to her feet and making her way to the bathroom for an aspirin.&nbsp; As the drug kicked in and her headache faded some, she remembered more of what had happened that night.&nbsp; She glanced at the clock.<br><br>"Crap!&nbsp; I've got to get ready!" she yelped and started rushing around to get dressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 08:41:12</strong>
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				The time that Dee had slept had already started a few of the changes - bodily ones, anyway.&nbsp; The shape of her eyes was changing just a little bit, her breasts and hips had enlarged so that her bras and panties would be a little tight, and...<br><br>...was that a tattoo on her ass?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:42:32</strong>
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				It was as she was struggling to get into her jeans and panties that she noticed it.&nbsp; She'd almost convinced herself that she'd been trying to put on her 'skinny jeans' when she realized that these <em>weren't</em> that slightly-too-tight denim blues, but a pair that she'd bought to lounge around in.&nbsp; If anything, they should have been a little loose!<br><br>"Damn it - not <em>now</em>!" she groaned, and gripped the waistband, preparing to jump up and down until the garment popped over her hips.&nbsp; That was when she caught sight of the freshly-inked tattoo, still slightly red around the edges.<br><br>"I must have had more than I thought..." she said - but there was no time to inspect it.&nbsp; She bounced a few more times - threatening to spill her swollen breasts out of her barely adequate bra - and finally got the pants on.&nbsp; She raced out of the building before she remembered that she had left her car at the studio before her apparent drinking binge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:48:25</strong>
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				Fortunately, there was a car waiting for her down in the building's parking lot.&nbsp; It wasn't the same black limo as last night - this was more of a standard four door sedan - but it was the same driver as last night.&nbsp; "Ah, there you are, miss."<br><br>He smiled at her.&nbsp; "Come on, get in.&nbsp; I'm going to drive you to the studio today, give you a chance to meet the other two band members we've managed to recruit so far, and do a few other things as well."&nbsp; He opened the backseat door for her, and promptly slipped into the driver's seat.<br><br>Once Dee was in the car, buckled and door closed, then he started driving to the studio.&nbsp; "Normally, we don't do this," he told her, "but you were pretty out of it last night, so the execs sent me here to pick you up.&nbsp; Hate to say it, but from now on, you're probably going to have to take care of your own ride."&nbsp; It didn't take long for them to get to the studio.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 14:14:18</strong>
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				"Thanks," Dee said with an embarrassed chuckle.&nbsp; "I usually don't get that - incapacitated.&nbsp; I guess it was just all the excitement."<br><br>She chose not to mention the tattoo, although the snugness of her clothing would probably be evident to the casual observer.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly <em>tight</em>, but it wasn't what she had hoped to wear for her first day on the studio's payroll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 21:11:27</strong>
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				"More than understandable," the driver told her, "given that you're going to be a star.&nbsp; You should cut loose when stuff like that happens."<br><br>Arriving at the studio, the driver parked the car, assisted Dee out of the vehicle, and led her inside.&nbsp; The first day was starting...and by the end of it, Dee was going to find that there were quite a few other things about her that had started to...change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 08:54:51</strong>
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				Dee felt like her panties were riding up, not to mention the faint soreness on her left buttock.&nbsp; She hoped that her eyes weren't too bloodshot - although she didn't seem to have a hangover.&nbsp; That was a small blessing, especially since there would probably be a jam session at some point today.&nbsp; She was also hoping that her bra - which was feeling slightly tight in addition to not covering as thoroughly as it should - wouldn't make it difficult for her to hit her range.<br><br>She made a note to stick to some of her less-strenuous songs, put on a smile that didn't look too hesitant, and walked through the studio door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 09:05:55</strong>
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				There were four men standing there - one of them the label rep who'd spoken to her yesterday.&nbsp; "Ah, you're here, good.&nbsp; Hope you had a good time last night...but not too good a time.&nbsp; Allow me to introduce three other members of the band.&nbsp; First, this is Woody MacNeil.&nbsp; He's the band's manager - book your gigs, make arrangements, you know, manager stuff."&nbsp; Then, the rep moved on to the middle man. "This is Brennan McGee - band bassist."&nbsp; Finally, man on the right.&nbsp; "And that's Joe Francis, drummer."<br><br>When Dee first saw Brennan, another one of the label's 'changes' kicked in - Dee would feel herself slightly aroused by him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 20:10:11</strong>
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				Dee felt her face get hot, painfully self-conscious about the tightness of her clothing.&nbsp; "Hi," she said, extending a hand to each of the men in turn.&nbsp; When Brennan took her hand, she was sure he was going to feel her heart pounding through her fingers.<br><br><em>Get over it, Dee!</em> she told herself.&nbsp; <em>You're going to be working with him, not asking for his autograph!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 22:59:49</strong>
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				Brennan smiled.&nbsp; "Hi.&nbsp; Seems like Joe and I have you to thank for actually getting a band together - never really had a full-time gig doing this for a living up until these guys found you."&nbsp; He exhaled, slowly.&nbsp; "Here's to working well together."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 06:35:44</strong>
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				"No argument here," Dee said, hoping she wasn't grinning like a total idiot.&nbsp; "But I'm really in the same boat as you guys.&nbsp; They really need all of us to make a go of it."&nbsp; She frowned after a moment.&nbsp; "We're still missing one or two, but I guess we can start messing around a bit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 09:42:41</strong>
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				"Yep, especially since you write your own stuff," Brennan replied.&nbsp; "I tried my hand at it, but it takes me hours just to crank out one song.&nbsp; And Joe?&nbsp; Joe's songs aren't exactly...top quality material."&nbsp; That elicited a 'Hey!'&nbsp; from the drummer, but Brennan ignored him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 22:36:50</strong>
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				Dee laughed a little.&nbsp; "It's not exactly something I throw together either," she confessed.&nbsp; "But hey - since we'll be producing them together, we could always brainstorm over some of them."&nbsp; She patted her purse.&nbsp; "I've even got a few that I still don't have any sort of musical ideas for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 22:39:19</strong>
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				"Sounds like an alright deal to me," he replied, smiling with a nod.&nbsp; "So, I guess our first order of business is to get everything tuned up, and see what we can do...?"&nbsp; He turned to the label rep.&nbsp; "More or less.&nbsp; No recordings, as of yet, but the three of you can play around, get a feel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 21:39:35</strong>
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				Dee unslung the gig-bag from her shoulder, and unzipped it.&nbsp; As her fingers brushed the strings of the black electric inside, she felt a sudden thrill go through her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>This is real - it's actually happening!</em> she thought - a perfect rationalization to the feeling.&nbsp; As she bent to plug the instrument into the amplifier, though, the elastic of her panties seemed to bite into her hips a little more than it had that morning.<br><br>"Ah - hate to keep you guys waiting, but - I'm gonna need to take care of something," she said, face flaming.&nbsp; She detached herself from the rest of the band and walked over to the label rep.<br><br>"Is there - someone from wardrobe around?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:11:35</strong>
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				Brennan had gone over to open up his bag, and tune up his bass, but as he did, he'd gotten a good look at Dee's behind - especially when her jeans tightened around it as she bent over to plug in her guitar.<br><br>"Not a problem," the drummer - Joe - answered.&nbsp; "Take your time, I've gotta finish putting together the rest of my set."<br><br>Looking up, the label rep answered her question.&nbsp; "Well, yes, but we weren't really expecting you to do that today...if you want to go ahead and start early, though, I suppose we can do that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:28:09</strong>
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				"I wasn't expecting to do that myself, but it's - more of a potential 'malfunction' than anything else," she said in a low voice.&nbsp; She was absolutely mortified, and hoped that the sudden tightness of her clothing didn't mean that she'd be dealing with cramps and moodiness as well.&nbsp; "I'll be able to take care of things after we break for the day, but I don't want to hold up everything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:31:20</strong>
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				"Ah," the rep replied, understanding coming through his voice.&nbsp; "I gotcha.&nbsp; Yeah, she's here."&nbsp; He gave her instructions to where wardrobe was located in the building, being discreet all the while.&nbsp; When Dee would arrive at the area - which was helpfully marked Wardrobe for future convenience - she would find a late twentiesish woman there.&nbsp; "Ah, you're the new star...something I can do to help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:49:03</strong>
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				Dee was grateful that the wardrobe person was someone close to her own age as well as being a woman.&nbsp; It made the problem she was having a lot less embarrassing.<br><br>"Hi - um - I'm having a little problem.&nbsp; I think I'm retaining water or something - I woke up this morning and nothing fit!&nbsp; I thought I could make it through the day, but it's only getting worse.&nbsp; I - I'm not going to be able to get through anything like a rehearsal in these clothes."<br><br>To demonstrate, she wriggled a finger down the waistband of her jeans and showed that there was absolutely no extra space between the fabric and her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 23:58:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, my!"&nbsp; The wardrobe girl nodded understandingly.&nbsp; "I get you - girl can't jam her best when she's feeling the pinch.&nbsp; And I've got something for you - it's going to be one of your stage outfits.&nbsp; I'll go get it."<br><br>She disappeared for a few moments, and then came back with something.&nbsp; "Here it is.&nbsp; We haven't taken it in yet, since we don't have your base measurements, but it should fit you, maybe even a bit loose.&nbsp; I'll leave you be to get dressed."<br><br>The outfit consisted of the following articles: a pair of black flat shoes; black stockings; low-rise black panties; a short black skirt; and a white long-sleeved shirt.&nbsp; The shirt, however, had been...modified.&nbsp; The shirt had an open neck, that would reveal Dee's cleavage.&nbsp; Plus, it was shortened.&nbsp; A lot.&nbsp; So much that when the shirt was tied - tied, because there was no other way to close it - it would expose portions of Dee's underboob.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 04:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee immediately stripped down in the wardrobe room, wincing as the tight strap of her own panties scraped over the fresh tattoo.&nbsp; She left her bra on, even though the cups were ridiculously inadequate by now, and tied the shirt into place.&nbsp; When she put on the new, black panties, she practically sighed in relief as they fit just a little loosely.&nbsp; &nbsp;The skirt was a little shorter than she normally went for, but by the time she was fully dressed, she was feeling so much better that she couldn't resist a little twirl.<br><br>"Well?&nbsp; How does it look?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 04:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl came back in when Dee had finished dressing, and nodded approvingly.&nbsp; "Looks good on you," she replied.&nbsp; "Very naughty Catholic schoolgirl.&nbsp; Thought I'd be careful about twirling too fast - skirt's not very long, so you might end up flashing someone."&nbsp; And she was right - the skirt sat a bit loose, even though it was shorter.&nbsp; It had been designed so that when Dee walked, it would swish enticingly around her tush.<br><br>"Need anything else?&nbsp; The rest of the band is probably waiting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 06:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll remember that - and no, this'll do.&nbsp; I'll be going shopping after the session, and I can put up with my old stuff for that."&nbsp; She walked out into the studio and went back to setting up her gear.&nbsp; Of course, with the unusually short outfit, she ended up giving the guys a few panty-shots even when she was being careful.<br><br>"So - Joe, why don't you give us a beat, and then Brennan and I will join in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 06:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joe had been a bit busy, but by the time Dee got back, Brennan was already set up...so he noticed each and every panty-shot.&nbsp; And it seemed that the hormones were flowing a little more than usual in the bass player.&nbsp; Once she was ready, the drummer nodded.<br><br>"Sure, I'll count four, and then we go."&nbsp; Clicking his sticks four times, he sounded off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 03:56:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Belatedly, Dee realized that she hadn't said what key to start in, so she began with a few simple, open chords.&nbsp; As the trio continued to play, she moved into some basic riffs, and wordless vocals.&nbsp; It was the sort of thing that she often did alone, when she was just starting to work on a song from the music end of things.&nbsp; Occasionally, she wrote poetry and then set that to music, but she'd recently started letting the music 'pick its own words'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 04:06:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trio continued to jam, following Dee's lead.&nbsp; It seemed that Joe's forte was more in making things other than his body make music, and Brennan held in the background, since Dee was supposed to be lead singer as well as one of the guitarists for the group.&nbsp; They seemed to work pretty well together, for a group of first timers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 03:23:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the session went on, Dee was starting to feel good about the whole thing.&nbsp; <em>Really</em> good, in fact.&nbsp; Every now and again, she would meet Brennan's eyes and smile.&nbsp; "Damn, this is going to be killer when we finally get someone on lead," she said as they took a water break.&nbsp; She was still feeling a little giddy, as though she was drinking a wine-cooler instead of water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 07:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yep.&nbsp; Hopefully they'll find someone sooner rather than later," Brennan told her.&nbsp; "Though, honestly, I'm not sure how close the label guys are to that.&nbsp; Some things I hear say in the next couple of days, others say in the next couple of months."&nbsp; He shrugged.&nbsp; "Personally, I don't care much - I've got this now, and until the band's all together, I get paid to just come here and jam."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 04:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still, it's got to be a bit of a rush, knowing that we're going to be doing this on stage sooner or later?&nbsp; That 'next step' from just tooling around in your bedroom?"&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure why she assumed that he practiced bass in his bedroom - other than the fact that she did her practicing there - and the train of thought brought a faint blush to her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 05:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, it's...exciting," Brennan said, swallowing carefully.&nbsp; He was starting to feel the same rush that Dee was - and he was noticing her patrially-unclothed state much more acutely now.&nbsp; "It'll be great when we get onstage to play in front of a crowd."&nbsp; As he finished saying that, the label rep came in.&nbsp; "Hey, great session!&nbsp; Why don't you guys go take five, and meet back here soon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 16:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds like a plan," Dee replied.&nbsp; "Hey, Brennan - you do a lot of studio work around here?"&nbsp; It seemed the logical way to find out what was nearby.&nbsp; If the other two worked with this studio often, they'd surely know the local 'musician haunts'.<br><br>Of course, there was no reason why she couldn't have asked Joe instead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 19:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some, I guess," Brennan replied, shrugging.&nbsp; "I'm not a local, but I know the area around the studio well enough.&nbsp; You want some help making your way around?"&nbsp; The bassist would be happy to help Dee out, if that was what she needed.&nbsp; He looked over at the lead singer expectantly, waiting for her answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 22:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I was hoping there might be some place nearby that wasn't too pricey, but wasn't going to be a complete dive, you know?"&nbsp; The idea of someplace where the two of them could get to know each other better crossed her mind, but she didn't voice that thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 22:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan's face momentarily scrunched up in concentration.&nbsp; "Yeah, I think I know a place around here that you'll like."&nbsp; He stood up, and started for the entrance to the studio.&nbsp; "Come on."&nbsp; The label rep called out from behind them.&nbsp; "Don't take <em>too </em>long, you still have an afternoon session!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 04:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee laughed.&nbsp; "You think any of us are going to blow it <em>now</em>?&nbsp; We'll be back - just gotta refuel and wet the pipes down.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe we'll even do a little 'collaborating' over lunch."&nbsp; She grinned at Brennan, feeling like she was trying to wheedle a later curfew out of her father instead of a longer lunch break from the label rep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 04:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just be back before two!"&nbsp; The rep called as they left the room behind, the door closing behind them.&nbsp; "Relax," Brennan told her, "they're not gonna do anything - the contract you signed made sure of that."&nbsp; As they headed for the studio parking lot, he bassist looked over and asked.&nbsp; "So, you gotta car, or are we using mine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 19:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mine should be over in the side parking lot," Dee replied.&nbsp; "I kind of - um - left it here last night by accident."&nbsp; She giggled a little.&nbsp; It was somewhat embarrassing to admit that, and she didn't want Brennan to think she was a <em>total</em> space-case.&nbsp; "It's nothing fancy, but it gets me around town."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 20:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, had a long night of fun after signing the contract?"&nbsp; Brennan smirked.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I did too - and I think so did Joe.&nbsp; Hell, probably everyone who signs the contract will."&nbsp; The bassist gestured in the direction of the side parking lot.&nbsp; "Lead the way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 18:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe..." Dee said.&nbsp; "But it's so completely unlike me to let it go <em>that</em> far."&nbsp; She led Brennan to the little car that she normally drove - it was frugally stingy on gas, but looked like little more than a jelly-bean on wheels, down to the crayon-bright electric-blue color.<br><br>"Still, I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on myself.&nbsp; I mean, we're going to be touring eventually - I've always wanted to see other places, and so far, I haven't even left the state!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 03:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Exactly,” Brennan affirmed with a nod.&nbsp; “Have fun while you can.&nbsp; Especially since when the band is completely put together, and we get on the road, there’s going to be a lot of time spent rehearsing, coming up with new songs, stuff like that.”&nbsp; <br><br>The bassist followed her to her tiny car, and then got in.&nbsp; “Boy, sure is tight quarters in here…”&nbsp; Once he had buckled himself in, he looked out the windshield.&nbsp; “Okay, head out of the parking lot, and make a right.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 18:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee laughed as she followed the directions.&nbsp; "Actually, what I meant was that we probably deserved a little celebration.&nbsp; I don't know about you, but this is the dream of a lifetime for me!"&nbsp; <br><br>Right down to the fact that she was heading out to lunch with a <em>very</em> attractive guy, she added to herself.&nbsp; <em>That</em> thought made her even more aware of how tight her clothing was, as her breasts began to tingle slightly.&nbsp; She wondered if he was staring at them.&nbsp; It was all she could do not to glance down at them - or back at him to see where he was looking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 01:45:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan had looked at Dee's breasts - in these quarters, and with the prominence of them, sticking out from her chest, it was impossible not to - but it had been very quick, and his eyes had riveted straight forward again.&nbsp; "Oh yeah, definitely, I've been wanting this for a long time."<br><br>He swallowed carefully.&nbsp; "Up at the light, make a left, then go three streets down and turn right.&nbsp; The place is about halfway down the street."&nbsp; Said street wasn't very long - they'd get there in about a minute once they turned onto it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 19:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, Dee parked the car.&nbsp; She groaned a little as she got out of the car, as the tattoo once again made its presence known.&nbsp; <br><br>"Looks like a pretty good place," she observed, as the smells of cooking food wafted out through the doors.&nbsp; "Maybe when we're rehearsing, we could make this a regular thing."&nbsp; She meant to include all of the band in the suggestion, but when she looked at Brennan, the correction sort of slipped her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 23:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could," the bassist replied.&nbsp; "It's pretty cozy in back, too, so we don't have to worry about anyone bothering us."&nbsp; Brennan blinked a couple of times when he heard himself say that.&nbsp; Wasn't like him.&nbsp; Then again...it wasn't every day that he found a woman as attractive as Dee.<br><br>"Come on, let's go inside."&nbsp; He headed over in the direction of the door, to hold it open for the new lead singer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 03:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Nobody bothering us...</em>&nbsp; The images that caused in Dee's mind brought a touch of color to her cheeks.&nbsp; "As long as the <em>waitress</em> doesn't forget about us," she said with a laugh.&nbsp; <br><br>Dee blinked in the changed lighting as they walked into the restaurant.&nbsp; The place was busy enough to speak well for the food, and one of the employees steered them to a booth set back in a corner.&nbsp; "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked the pair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 05:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," Brennan replied with a brief laugh.&nbsp; "Can't forget about the waitress."&nbsp; He hadn't considered that...though the idea of them being alone together was inviting.<br><br>He then looked up at the waitress who had come to their booth.&nbsp; "Ah, I guess water for me right now, thanks..."&nbsp; He had thought, briefly, of getting alcohol, but he was going to need to practice later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm - Tea for me, cream, no lemon," Dee answered.&nbsp; "Gotta get a little caff, you know?" she said to Brennan.&nbsp; She was sitting opposite him, leaning forward a little, which showed her cleavage a little more than she would have ordinarily - even the new clothes seemed a bit snug, although they weren't cutting into her the way her other clothes had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:52:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, sure, I understand," he replied, nodding, "I think I might order something myself when she comes back...I just wanted time to look over things."&nbsp; Brennan stared, for a few moment, trying to not make it obvious that he was looking at her cleavage.&nbsp; "That's, ah, some outfit, isn't it?"&nbsp; He commented on the clothes she was wearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee glanced down at herself.&nbsp; "Yeah - I , um - had a bit of a 'malfunction' this morning, and this is what the girl in the back had in my size."&nbsp; She gave him a rueful look.&nbsp; "I guess that's one thing guys don't have to worry about - I mean, unless you hit the cheeseburgers big-time, things don't go changing overnight on you.&nbsp; But - I guess that's probably a little TMI," she added with a shrug and a smile.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 04:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, kinda," Brennan admitted.&nbsp; "But it's a good TMI, trust me.&nbsp; If I had to choose, I'd pick that over knowing some really gross thing, you know?"&nbsp; The bassist shifted a little in his seat.&nbsp; "Besides, you look really hot like that."&nbsp; God, he was starting to feel like he just wanted to bend her over and DAMN!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 20:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee blushed vividly.&nbsp; "Thanks - it's really not the sort of thing I usually wear.&nbsp; I was actually starting to feel like it was a little <em>too</em> revealing."&nbsp; She fidgeted with one of the cheap cardboard coasters for a bit, only rescued by the waitress coming back.<br><br>"One tea, one water," the woman said, setting down the two beverages.&nbsp; "Did you want to order, or do you need a little more time to decide?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 21:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, well, you know how the big time can be, right?&nbsp; Gotta play to the crowd, and such..." Brennan shrugged, speaking rather matter-of-factly about Dee's appearance.&nbsp; "Although, that is a nice look for you - guess they don't pay the wardrobe people the big bucks to just sit around all day, huh?"<br><br>When the waitress came back, the bassist looked over at Dee.&nbsp; "I think I'm ready.&nbsp; How about you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 09:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee looked hurriedly over the menu.&nbsp; "Um - I'll have the turkey club with fries?" she said, picking the first thing that leaped off the page at her.&nbsp; She knew they'd be coming back again as the recording sessions progressed.<br><br>Underneath the table, she scuffed off one of her shoes.&nbsp; She was careful not to let the waitress see - not that this was something she did often - and waited for the woman to take Brennan's order.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 14:53:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I'll go with the rodeo burger, also with fries."&nbsp; Brennan had been here a handful of times before, so he had a pretty good idea of what was good on the menu, and he picked something decent.<br><br>The bassist took Dee's menu, and handed them both to the waitress, and she went off to place the order for the two of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 09:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is it typically fast service around here?"&nbsp; Dee asked, and there was a hint of 'play' in her voice.&nbsp; Her stockinged foot swung back and forth under the table, lightly brushing against Brennan's leg in a casual manner.&nbsp; It was the sort of thing that <em>could</em> have been accidental - perhaps she thought it was the side of the table's support.&nbsp; <br><br>But then again, a table leg wouldn't have the feel of fabric over it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 21:31:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really," Brennan replied, "at least, not any faster than anything else around here.&nbsp; We'll probably be waiting about fifteen, twenty minutes for our food."&nbsp; And the bassist felt the brush of her foot against his leg, so in retaliation, he started to push his foot against her other foot, the one that wasn't swinging.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 01:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, Dee was surprised by the contact, but then she realized what he was doing - and what <em>she</em> had been doing.&nbsp; She grinned, and started running her foot lightly up his leg.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Playing footsie with a guy I've barely met?&nbsp; Who'd've thought?</em> flashed through her mind.&nbsp; But Brennan was good looking, and she was feeling unusually playful right about now.&nbsp; With any luck, the waitress would be on the slow side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 01:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan waited, one arm under the table, until Dee's foot was in range.&nbsp; And then, he began to try and tickle the top of the foot.&nbsp; Given her shoes, it was going to be difficult - if not impossible - to do the bottom, so he settled for the next best thing.<br><br>He was grinning himself as he did this.&nbsp; It was a bit hard for him to believe that he was flirting with her himself...but he was doing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers brushed - not against the closed toe of her shoes, but against the smooth surface of a pair of nylons.&nbsp; Dee laughed, and wriggled her toes against his thigh.&nbsp; It was obvious in her face that she was no longer doing it by accident - although there was also a sort of disbelief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmm..."&nbsp; He continued to grin.&nbsp; "Looks like the naughty schoolgirl is being <em>naughty...</em>"&nbsp; A pause for effect, before he continued.&nbsp; "Are you going to behave, or do I have to punish you for your misbehavior?"&nbsp; He grabbed her foot, and prepared to tickle it with his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 09:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeaked and tried to pull her foot back, but he had it firmly caught.&nbsp; "That depends - on how you want me to behave," she said with a sly smile.&nbsp; To emphasize her point, she wriggled her foot so that it stroked just a little further up his leg.&nbsp; With the size of the table, she was pretty sure she could get it all the way into his lap if he let her push her luck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 09:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't suppose that I'm going to be able to convince you to give up your wayward habits," he faked a sigh, trying to sound like a disappointed teacher.&nbsp; He was still grinning, though, letting her know it was an act.&nbsp; Brennan then smirked.&nbsp; "Go ahead, be naughty - I dare you."&nbsp; He wanted to see what all she was willing to do in public.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 08:19:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you really want me to give them up?" Dee asked, sliding her foot all the way up his thigh.&nbsp; She remembered admiring how well his pants showed off his body, as she gently rubbed her toes along the zipper.&nbsp; "Dare me to keep going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 08:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really," he replied in response to her question of if he wanted her to give them up.&nbsp; "I happen to like them just a little too much for that."&nbsp; And the bassist grinned at her other question.&nbsp; "I dare.&nbsp; I dare you to do your worst with that foot..."&nbsp; He was flirting, like this, in public...and it was all becoming a turn-on for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 02:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I don't know what's with me!&nbsp; He's got to think I'm some kind of hussy,</em> Dee thought, but her smile only broadened a bit as her toes began to slowly fondle him.&nbsp; Part of her was embarrassed at her own behavior - as if she was watching a drunk friend make a fool of herself, part of her was worried she might press too hard, but the far greater part of her was was thrilled by the sheer risk of it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 02:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hussy?&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; Brennan was a bit busy enjoying what Dee was doing to him, as well as what he was doing - removing one of his shoes.&nbsp; Once the shoe was off, he raised his own leg, careful to avoid contact with Dee...until he extended it fully, his big toe sliding under her short skirt and pressing against her pussy through the thong she was wearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 02:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee's eyes widened as Brennan's foot started getting <em>very</em> friendly, then crinkled in a grin as her own toes curled against his crotch, almost like she was trying to curve them around his cock through his pants.&nbsp; She shifted a little in her seat - could he tell that this was turning her on as well?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 02:54:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan was wiggling in his seat, feeling Dee's toes curling, trying to work themselves around his shaft.&nbsp; In retaliation, he started to move his big toe, rubbing it against her crotch to show her how it felt.&nbsp; Damn...he'd never flirted like this before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 09:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee caught her lower lip in her teeth as she felt his toe nudge her in <em>just</em> the right way.&nbsp; If she hadn't she was afraid she would have made some kind of betraying sound.&nbsp; If that happened, the restaurant might throw them out, and <em>then</em> what?&nbsp; She soon realized that Brennan had the advantage.&nbsp; She was working through his pants and whatever he wore underneath them (if anything!), while it would only take the right move of his toes to shift the thong she was wearing out of the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 17:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan was grinning the whole while.&nbsp; And while he knew that he could easily shift the thong Dee was wearing out of the way, and thus have direct access to her...he also recognized that doing that was dangerous.&nbsp; Without the barrier of her underwear, his rubbing could cause her to make a scene...and have them both tossed out.&nbsp; Something that he definitely didn't want.&nbsp; "What's wrong, sister?&nbsp; Feeling a little hot under the collar?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 20:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sister?" she asked, raising an eyebrow briefly before his toe made her shiver pleasantly.&nbsp; "Mmm, let's just say that I'm looking forward to when we finally get some dates - or at least a tour bus."&nbsp; She'd seen pictures of some other bands' buses, and could just picture being in the back, where the seats were usually converted into someplace to sleep.&nbsp; The fantasy was pure 'high-school groupie', but she couldn't get it out of her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 02:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hear you on that," Brennan replied.&nbsp; Thoughts of being famous popped into his head, having legions of adoring fans of the band and himself...and all of the perks that came with such a status.&nbsp; The bassist shifted a little in his seat when one of Dee's toes got just a <em>little</em> too friendly for his liking - he was enjoying the teasing, but he had known from the start that it really couldn't go further.&nbsp; Not in here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 09:25:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seemed to get the same idea, and slid her foot back down along his thigh, going so far as to tuck it up underneath her.&nbsp; Just in time, too, as the waitress came back with their orders.<br><br>"Sorry that took so long," she apologized.&nbsp; "Training a new fry-cook.&nbsp; Let me know if you need anything else, 'kay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 09:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that they'd stopped flirting in a pretty timely fashion - the waitress had come back with their food.&nbsp; "Not a problem," Brennan replied.&nbsp; "And we'll call you if we need anything."&nbsp; He let her walk off, then turned to Dee.<br><br>"So..."&nbsp; A smirk on his face, he rested his head on the palm of his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 09:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah - um -"&nbsp; Dee was flushed red with both excitement and embarrassment.&nbsp; "<em>That</em> was a little close for comfort," she said, picking up a french fry and nibbling at it.&nbsp; "Gonna have to remember to be on my best 'out-in-public' behavior, I guess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 09:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that was pretty close..."&nbsp; Brennan admitted, taking the toothpick with the flag on it out of his sandwich.&nbsp; "But don't be surprised if sometime in the future, the execs ask you if you'd do a thing like this...of course, that'll be well after your image has already been established, I imagine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You think they would?" Dee asked, honestly shocked.&nbsp; "I'd think that would be the <em>last</em> thing they'd want me to do!"&nbsp; She picked up the sandwich she'd ordered and took a big bite of it.&nbsp; A little drip of mayo clung to her lip.&nbsp; After swallowing, she went on.&nbsp; "I mean, I read in all the papers about celebrities doing stupid stuff, and how it really hurts their image and all that, you know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 08:11:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...a <em>little</em> bit of infamy is good for a star.&nbsp; Or so I hear.&nbsp; Something about it making you more real, and a person, than some distant, untouchable rock star, or something like that."&nbsp; Brennan took a bite of his sandwich as well.&nbsp; "Like I said, <em>if</em> they ask you do to something like this, ever...it'll probably be down the road.&nbsp; I'm sure that for our first tour, they'll expect you to be really clean and wholesome."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 17:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess we'll have to be careful that something like that doesn't happen again, right?"&nbsp; There was a touch of disappointment in her voice. Even though the incident wasn't at <em>all</em> the sort of thing she'd normally do, it had been - well - <em>fun</em>.&nbsp; It certainly didn't help that Brennan was seriously hot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 17:06:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm," Brennan agreed, for a moment.&nbsp; Then a smile cam over his face.&nbsp; "Then, again, I'm reminded of something a friend from my high school band once told me.&nbsp; And that is...there is no difference between <em>never happening</em> and <em>never being caught.</em>"&nbsp; An eyebrow raised, in question.&nbsp; "Don't you think so?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A matching grin spread over Dee's features.&nbsp; "It <em>would</em> make something like this -" she gestured around them - "almost out of the question..." she said thoughtfully.&nbsp; "But it doesn't rule out something a little more - discreet?&nbsp; At least, for now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 19:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You catch on quick, sister," Brennan agreed, nodding his head.&nbsp; "It would have to be pretty discreet, I'd imagine...but I'd also imagine that for a while, the persons involved could live with it...don't you think?"&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; He'd not even known her a day, and they were already...wow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 08:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure the - persons involved - could give it a go for a while.&nbsp; Maybe - see how well they could live with it?"&nbsp; Now she was <em>sure</em> he would think she was easy.&nbsp; Heck, she couldn't even remember if the agent had given her his last name.<br><br>Then again, the whole day had been so bizarre, that she was lucky to remember her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 08:38:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds alright to me," Brennan replied, nodding.&nbsp; This girl...was something, to say the least.&nbsp; Here they were, talking about entering a rather physical relationship, over lunch, on the first day of meeting each other.&nbsp; He himself was surprised at the speediness.&nbsp; She probably thought he was a flirt and a casanova who had women lined up wherever he went...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 02:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee couldn't think of what to say to that.&nbsp; She, too, was concerned about how quickly she'd gotten on the topic - god, not only the topic, but actually playing <em>footsie</em> with him in public!&nbsp; Still vaguely pink, she concentrated on her sandwich.&nbsp; <br><br>"I guess we should be getting back soon," she said after a while.&nbsp; "The guy from the label said we still have the afternoon session to get through."<br><br><em>And after that, I'm going to have to go shopping,</em> she added to herself, sending a quick text message to her best friend's in-box:&nbsp; /Retail therapy, after work?&nbsp; Lots to tell you./
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 07:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan nodded.&nbsp; "Yeah," he agreed, blithely.&nbsp; They'd kinda run into a dead end as far as what they could talk about regarding this matter - especially in public - went.&nbsp; Once they were both done, he called for the check and put down money while Dee texted her friend.<br><br>Dee's best friend was pretty quick to respond to the new rock star's message.&nbsp; /Sure!&nbsp; Can't wait to see you after your first official day as a music sensation! :P/&nbsp; Obviously, she was only joking for the time being.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee put down enough to cover her meal and a tip as well - this wasn't a date, after all, and she should have no expectation of him paying her way.&nbsp; Besides, the two of them would be earning plenty of money soon enough!<br><br>"This is a really nice place," she said as they got up to leave.&nbsp; "I can see coming back here some other time when we aren't in as much of a rush."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 20:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; Maybe sometime when we're not having to just step out for lunch, or something."&nbsp; Brennan agreed, nodding his head as they headed outside.&nbsp; "Maybe if we've ever got a half-day rehearsal, or something like that," he suggested to Dee.<br><br>At the very least, they weren't going to be coming back at least while they were all getting acquainted and such with one another, familiar with everyone's style and so on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 06:52:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they returned to the studio, Dee found herself tugging at the borrowed clothing.&nbsp; For some reason, it was starting to feel a little snug as well - not bad enough that she needed to change out of it, but she'd <em>definitely</em> need that retail therapy after practice.&nbsp; She also considered stopping in at the free clinic to see if there was something she could take to deal with this unexpected weight gain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 06:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan looked over at her, having noticed her tugging on her clothing.&nbsp; "You're feeling uncomfortable...in <em>that?</em>"&nbsp; His voice sounded a bit skeptical.&nbsp; "Granted, I'm a guy, and I would no sooner wear clothing like that than I would jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, but one would think that it'd be a bit difficult to find that constricting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 02:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it <em>wasn't</em> constricting when I put it on," Dee replied.&nbsp; A fair amount of cleavage was now displayed for Brennan - or anyone else, for that matter - to look at.&nbsp; "And the worst thing?&nbsp; In a couple of days, this is all going to be too loose again.&nbsp; You should be glad you're not a girl.&nbsp; Guys don't have to put up with this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 07:29:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess not," the bassist admitted.&nbsp; "Well, I'm sure when that happens, they'll have the wardrobe people take in the clothes and such.&nbsp; After all, we've still got time before we start hitting the road to go on tours."&nbsp; Brennan tried to keep looking ahead - though Dee's cleavage was a bit distracting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They probably have a bunch of the same outfit in different sizes," Dee said, mostly to reassure herself.&nbsp; Surely the label was accustomed to dealing with people of different sizes - although normally it would be different <em>people</em> needing the changes in wardrobe.&nbsp; As they pulled in to the studio parking lot, she made one last adjustment.<br><br><em>I'll just try to last through the rest of the session,</em> she decided.&nbsp; <em>Otherwise, they're going to wonder exactly what I had for lunch!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 05:09:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brennan thought about that.&nbsp; "True, very true."&nbsp; While he'd been in the music world for a while, there were still some things, he admitted, that he didn't have experience in.&nbsp; Parking in the studio lot, he shut off the car.&nbsp; "Alright, well, let's get back to work."<br><br>The afternoon session was ahead, though, thankfully, not as long as the morning one...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 05:29:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The afternoon session was just as much of a thrill as the morning one - at least as far as Dee was concerned.&nbsp; They played a few cover songs, just so they could start working on how their voices sounded together.&nbsp; She found herself looking over at Brennan frequently, and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.&nbsp; It tended to brighten her vocals, and she had to actively look away in order to do any of the lyrics that called for a different emotion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 13:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon enough, the corporate rep called for the end of today's practice, quite obviously pleased with how well the three of them were coming together.&nbsp; "And more good news for the band, I got a call during the afternoon - we've got our keyboard and piano player.&nbsp; They'll be here in a couple of days, so don't get too comfortable with this arrangement..."&nbsp; With the keyboardist, all they needed now was the second guitarist, and they were all set.&nbsp; "Go home.&nbsp; Relax.&nbsp; And be back here tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 07:24:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee headed out, but she didn't head home.&nbsp; Instead, she hit the first saved number on her cell phone and connected to her best friend's voice mail.&nbsp; "Hey girl, Dee here.&nbsp; Session's over, and it went well.&nbsp; I have <em>got</em> to tell you about the guy they have playing bass, and I have <em>got</em> to hit the shops.&nbsp; I'm retaining like crazy, and I'm going to need something to wear until my hormones settle down.&nbsp; Call me when you get this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 07:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short while later, Dee's friend Kate rang her back.&nbsp; "Got your message, sister."&nbsp; Dee would almost be able to hear the smile in her voice.&nbsp; "Glad to see that the band isn't a bunch of total music geeks...meet me over at the outlet strip, and we'll got you some stuff to wear that'll be comfy <em>and</em> eye-catching!"&nbsp; The outlet strip was one of the three major clothing sources in town, and one that had good prices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee had managed to get home, and found what she usually called her 'fat clothes'.&nbsp; Although her waist hadn't increased in size, she knew her butt and her bra-size just wouldn't fit in her normal clothes.&nbsp; When she met Kate at the mall, she was wearing a wrap-skirt, and a blue flannel shirt left over from an old boyfriend.&nbsp; None of it really <em>disguised</em> her new curves, but it was about the only thing that would accommodate them - even if she did end up looking like a cross between a hippie and a grunge singer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Kate showed up, she slowed the last few steps before closing distance between them.&nbsp; "Damn, girl, you look...different.&nbsp; You sure you're just retaining water?"&nbsp; She hugged Dee and then pulled back to arms' length, looking her up and down.&nbsp; "Well, come on, we've got to get you some new clothes, and you've got to tell me all about the band that you're working with now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 05:12:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I can't think of any other reason that I'd be squishing out of my clothes overnight - it's not like I downed a couple pints of Ben and Jerry's or had a boob job after a three-day bender," Dee said with a laugh.&nbsp; "But even if that was the reason, I still need a new look so I don't look like I need a new set of hand-me-downs."<br><br>As they headed towards the stores, Dee chattered on about how the day had gone, and particularly about Brennan.<br><br>"... And let me tell you, his voice is to <em>die</em> for.&nbsp; And those eyes?&nbsp; Oh, yeah..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 11:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate accepted the answer - it was only reasonable to expect that.&nbsp; Still, it was kinda weird.&nbsp; She followed Dee towards the stores, listening to her friend talking about the band, what they'd done that day, and a particularly charming base player, it seemed.&nbsp; Kate grinned and giggled.&nbsp; She'd almost never heard Dee talk about someone like this before.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>"Sounds like someone has a cruuuuu~sh," she singsonged, looking over at her best friend.&nbsp; "Can I expect to be finding guy clothes hanging in your closet and on the floor when I come over?&nbsp; Or should I be getting ready for you to hand me a new address?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 04:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee laughed.&nbsp; "Hopefully I don't get my head turned <em>that</em> fast," she said.&nbsp; "But yes, we talked a <em>lot</em> over lunch, and I - think he kinda likes me, too."&nbsp; She blushed a little as she said it.&nbsp; "And that's what makes it so <em>annoying</em> that I'm bloating up like the Goodyear Blimp."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 13:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate nodded a bit in understanding.&nbsp; "Although, it wouldn't be <em>too</em> bad for you if it was just a little," she said.&nbsp; "Guys like to have something to grab on to, if you get my meaning.&nbsp; It's if you start getting pudgy that we have a problem."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 08:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah - I mean, I don't want to be a <em>stick</em>, but it's kind of annoying to wake up one size, and be another one by lunchtime, yanno?&nbsp; And then knowing that it's only going to last a week - it's not like we've gone multi-platinum already and I've got tons of disposable cash lying around."&nbsp; &nbsp;Dee flipped through the clothes on a nearby rack, looking for something that would accommodate her swelling curves without looking like a muu-muu.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 08:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I know the feeling."&nbsp; Kate nodded.&nbsp; "Did you ever figure out what your new sizes are?&nbsp; I think we'll have more luck doing what we're doing if we start looking in the range of your new body - temporary though it may be."&nbsp; She and her best friend had absolutely no idea that this was not going to be temporary, by any stretch.&nbsp; "I have somethings in mind, if you are about where my eye says you should be."&nbsp; Kate's eye was good, but not absolute.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 09:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I haven't had time to measure myself - I came almost right from practice.&nbsp; I only stopped home long enough to change.&nbsp; You would not <em>believe</em> how much skin they had me showing during the jam session."&nbsp; She patted her hips, putting on an expression of exaggerated concentration.&nbsp; "I'm at least another couple sizes bigger in jeans, and -" she cupped her chest.&nbsp; "God, a whole cup size?&nbsp; Maybe more?&nbsp; We're going to have to get me refitted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 09:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate looked her friend over.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; Let's go find a changing room, and I'll ask a clerk for a tape measure so that we can get what we need rather than fumble around trying to find your size."&nbsp; She led Dee away from the racks, finding an attendant at the nearby changing room, and borrowing a measuring tape.&nbsp; "Alright," she said, holding up the tape measure.&nbsp; "Now, let's see what we've got for you now..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 08:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee took the tape measure, and started doing the standards - her ribcage and waist hadn't increased any, but she was up to a DDD, and her hips were a voluptuous 44 inches.&nbsp; "Dear god - this is insane!" she said.&nbsp; "I'm going to need a few new sets of underwear, at least three sets of jeans, and a bunch of new tops.&nbsp; And all for maybe a week!"<br><br>She sat down in the fitting room, fisting her hands in her hair and miming tearing it out.&nbsp; "What am I going to do, Kate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 12:55:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate was visibly surprised by the changes that had happened to her friend.&nbsp; She had heard of water weight and bloating happening during periods, but this?&nbsp; Certainly not on this scale.&nbsp; But, as Dee's best friend, she certainly had a few good words of advice.&nbsp; "I'll tell you what you're going to do, Dee."&nbsp; She got herself down on her friend's level.&nbsp; "First, you're going to make advantage of this for the week you've got it.&nbsp; Use it to grab the attention of that cute bassist and then reel him in.&nbsp; By the time this passes, he'll have seen the real you, and won't care about how you look."<br><br>She paused.&nbsp; "Second, you're not going to tell anyone at the record company about this.&nbsp; You've worked too hard for them to drop you over a bad week.&nbsp; And lastly, you're going to get some help from your best friend to buy the new clothes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 15:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dee looked at Kate, still visibly shaken.&nbsp; "I'm wondering if I should make an appointment or something.&nbsp; This <em>can't</em> be normal.&nbsp; I mean, I know there are girls out there who pay good money for curves like this, but it worries me that it happened so quickly."<br><br>She shook her head slowly.&nbsp; "I suppose there's nothing much we can do now but make sure I've got something to wear - think they've got anything in my size?&nbsp; My <em>new</em> size, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 16:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate nodded.&nbsp; "We can set up an appointment with your doc, but for now, we're just going to have to settle for finding stuff for you to wear."&nbsp; It was weird that her friend had swelled up like this in a day, but it didn't seem to be affecting her adversely.<br><br>"Well, where do you want to start?"&nbsp; She asked her friend.&nbsp; "Jeans?&nbsp; Tops?"&nbsp; She deliberately left underwear off of the list, wanting to spare Dee a little bit of embarrassment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 08:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Jeans, definitely," Dee replied.&nbsp; "I've got some tops that are - well, used to be loose on me.&nbsp; Worst case scenario, I can make do with those until I get a paycheck and can get to a 'big girls' store."&nbsp; She made a gesture with her hands to emphasize that she didn't simply mean 'grown-up' when she said 'big'.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, I only have the one wrap-skirt, and it's not particularly in fashion any more."&nbsp; She gave an exaggerated shudder at the thought of walking into rehearsals with something so completely dated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright," Kate agreed, nodding her head.&nbsp; "Jeans first.&nbsp; Lemme go and grab a few different styles in your size, and then you can try them on to see if you like the feel."&nbsp; Dee's friend disappeared out of the changing room, leaving her to her privacy due to her new enlarged...personage.&nbsp; A few minutes later, she came back with a half dozen different styles of jeans.&nbsp; "Here, try these on.&nbsp; Make sure they fit right."&nbsp; She wanted to make sure that her friend got nice things to wear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 08:23:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was far from easy for Dee to get into any of the jeans.&nbsp; With her new, fuller shape, there was nothing short of a complete unzip to get them on or off, and there was still a little bit of squeezing to get her hips past the waistband.&nbsp; Amazingly, though, the new curves weren't horrendously lumpy or unattractive once they were sheathed in denim.&nbsp; To tell the truth, they didn't look half-bad just on their own, despite the unfashionable panties she'd had to resort to. <br><br>"Hey, Kate?&nbsp; Do they have any of these in stretch denim?" she called out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 08:28:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lemme go check!"&nbsp; Kate responded to Dee's query.&nbsp; That, at least, sounded encouraging for her.&nbsp; She knew that, for the moment, some of her clothes - most notably the unseeables - were going to be unflattering.&nbsp; At least, until they got to the specialty stores for those.&nbsp; She had no doubt that she could find nice things for her friend, even though her friend's assets were plus-sized now.<br><br>"Here!&nbsp; We lucked out!"&nbsp; Two pairs of jeans came over the top of the stall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 21:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few minutes later, a few of the original pairs of jeans came flopping back over the stall door.&nbsp; "Those make me look like a sausage.&nbsp; I'm going to go with the four I've got in here now."&nbsp; A little bit after that, Dee herself came out, once again wearing the wrap skirt, and carrying an armful of denim.&nbsp; "What do you want to do now - grab a bite, or keep on shopping?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 12:47:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate took the jeans that came over the stall doors.&nbsp; "Okay, I'll go and hang them back up."&nbsp; She went and did that, coming back in time to see her emerge.&nbsp; "We should probably keep going," Kate replied.&nbsp; "We've got a lot of other things to go through.&nbsp; If we're lucky, we can finish before dinner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 16:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm going to get a cart, then.&nbsp; It's going to be hard to thumb through the racks with all this to carry."&nbsp; She headed off to the front area of the store and came back with a basket.&nbsp; "They have a few really cute tops, but I don't know if I'll be able to get any of them to close over the girls," she said, glancing ruefully down at her bust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Always Read the Fine Print</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 18:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, let's try," Kate tried to be reassuring to Dee.&nbsp; "Besides, with something that size...I think that getting that bassist's attention won't be much of a problem.&nbsp; Unless he's gay.&nbsp; He's not gay, is he?"&nbsp; Her friend had steered the conversation back towards the positive, to keep Dee from getting depressed about what had happened.
			</dd>
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