Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)
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				Title: <strong>Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 05:09:10</strong>
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				One might not think that he did what he actually did...he seemed too young, from those featuers to sweet to be the hard boss, leading a large comapny with worldwide influence, fireing people that didn't get their job right, cutting payment, distributing it elsewhere...numbers without at least 6 x 0 behind the number of no interest to him. He was the big fish...a shark, as some called him.<br><br>Light brown hair was neatly set in place, those deep green eyes peering over the papers infront of his desk, the&nbsp; buisness suit he wore of course tailoed to his body...nothing less for someone as rich as he was or someone that was as influencial.<br><br>Pupils darted back and forth... and a soft sigh flew from thos lips...leaning back into the comfort of that large office chair, the paper laid down. This was hard work and in the moments that he did allow himself a moment to take a breath showed this hard work, the responcibility, the constant need to make big choices. He peered to the small com on his desk...reaching over, a button pressed. "My office is closed for today..." he murmured to that new secretarry...freshly hired and not only to type letters for him...no, she was there for more, they knew, wouldn't ever show and both would play their part...infront and behind the office door, while he knew his own role was still...something he had to learn, understand and fully embrace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:15:38</strong>
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				Aurora Greeley knew a good thing when she saw it.&nbsp; Sitting in her favorite fetish bar, she saw a good thing walk through the door and staked her claim immediately.&nbsp; It didn't take much, a glance at the right person and a slight nod in the new meat's general direction.&nbsp; Truth be told she didn't view people that way, but the only way to survive amongst the BDSM crowd was to play the part of the badass bitch.&nbsp; She wasn't sure that the handsome, smartly-dressed man she'd just claimed knew what he was walking into, but the thought of being the one to introduce him to such things had her generous lips curving into a wicked smile.&nbsp; She recognized the bravado, the squared shoulders and feigned indifference to the sight of scantily-clad flesh.&nbsp; She'd waited until he'd settled, then approached.<br><br>What had ensued had been a delicious game of cat and mouse, which ended in him offering her a job.&nbsp; She didn't need to work, she'd sold an internet start-up before the dot-com bust, so she lived a comfortable life on the dividends of her investments, but she saw no reason to share that piece of information.&nbsp; Being a clever kitty, she downplayed her proclivities, being vague about her actual interests and flustering the poor dear.&nbsp; It was obvious that he was a man used to having control, being in charge, and that just so happened to be Aurora's favorite past-time... showing the powerful how lovely it could be to give up that control.&nbsp; She couldn't help but think that he was lucky he came across her and not one of the regulars.&nbsp; Her motives were altruistic enough, she wouldn't demand tribute or pretty trinkets, but someone so obviously in need of guidance would be an easy mark for someone looking for a quick buck.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd given her his business card and seemed surprised when she left shortly thereafter, without giving him so much as a phone number.&nbsp; She considered making him wait but decided against playing such silly games.&nbsp; The next day they'd discussed the job with no mention of anything extra-curricular and she'd arrived for her first day with her long brunette hair in an elegant French twist, her clothing conservative, although perfectly tailored.&nbsp; The young lady who'd mentored her through the twenty minutes it took her to master the mundane tasks she was to do seemed aloof, which amused Aurora quite a bit.&nbsp; It was painfully obvious that her job was dirt simple, a step beneath menial, and she suspected that the young lady knew there was more to the arrangement than met the eye.<br><br>It was almost soothing to spend hours doing mindless tasks and it gave her mind plenty of time to wander.&nbsp; Hearing her new employer on the intercom gave her pause.&nbsp; Unsure of whether she was expected to continue working or not, she finished typing the last sentence of the letter she'd been working on and rose, the picture of administrative decorum as she rose and went to his office door, opening it without knocking and stepping into his office.<br><br>"Does that mean I'm free to go, or did you need something further?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 08:47:39</strong>
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				It really had been a strange thing, the way they had met, in that bar...or was it more an overly exotic club? Gladly he was trained to be the cool guy that wasn't fazed by anything...it was a mask he had learned to wear...one that didn't sit right at times...people like her knew that there was more underneath. At least...things had been spoken...a little...about. The deal was hazy...he hoped it was the right thing...she promised descrete work...would offer a perfect camouflage...the good secretary and behind the doors a lover. It was multiple times the better choice than a hooker from the street. Buisenessmen simply didn't have the time for love and family...yet still had those manly urges, you know?<br><br>"I take you found a nice place?" besides paying her handsomely...after all she did do the work as secretary...he arranged for her to have access to some extra funds...so she could get a nice 'playground' for them...an extra room even had been freed for them in the building. No...he had made sure everything would be perfect...if it was about something as delicate as this...then he would be sure that no check would blow and no dollar would be held back. Having the money to spare helped...he simply only had his hobbies to spend that money on...with no time to do so, there was a lot on his bank. <br><br>"Did you get and find everything you needed?" he asked...still the mask of the tough guy...it was hard to take those off when one wore them almost always constantely. A simple button on the intercom, the door in the secretaries's office closing, locked...he knew most workers were gone home...no need to risk anyone stumbled in on them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 19:45:11</strong>
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				She found his demeanor endearing, trying to play the tough guy with her.&nbsp; She very much looked forward to pushing through that barrier.&nbsp; Cool and composed, she moved into the room as she spoke, "I did, thank you."&nbsp; She'd leased a small apartment from a friend, which happened to be separate from the main residence.&nbsp; Privacy wouldn't be an issue and she had permission to do whatever she pleased with the place.&nbsp; Since her friend shared the same interests the ceiling trusses were exposed and any changes along the lines of adding hardware would be considered improvements.&nbsp; Her wicked imagination had gone wild as she'd stood in the center of the spacious room and contemplated her options.&nbsp; Contractors were likely installing skylights as she worked, since she didn't want to encourage peeping toms so would be covering the windows.<br><br>Moving around the corner of his desk, she insinuated herself between him and his desk, settling back to sit on the edge. "I'd like to see the room that is available here, although we should probably make sure that everyone has gone home first."<br><br>Quirking a brow at him locking the door, she crossed her arms beneath her lush breasts.&nbsp; "Are you trying to keep me in, or lock others out?&nbsp; I wonder what's on your mind..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard shell, Soft Core (Tarin and Moondazed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 11:44:13</strong>
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				A flick of his tongue over his lips...watching her alone made him just that little bit unsure...most knew what he was, who he was and respected him for that...that alone, that she didn't seem to care...that she knew that little thing about him...it threw him a little of guard. "It is to keep the others locked out...even when the building by now should be empty...besides a few cleaning duty people that is..." a small shrug...eyes carefully observing her, the way she showed that she wouldn't back down...that she wouldn't need to with him...as much as he tried to show that strength...a mask with few lil cracks allready. <br><br>He brushed fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. "Sure...it's not far..." another press of a button on the panel...a light click...a door slowly swinging open to the side that normaly had been invisible...nicely set into the wooden wall. A gesture with his hand towards the room. "It's mostly a room for the days that I work too long..." he explained...really, it wasn't anything too fancy...a bed, a desk, chair...it was mostly made cozy...simple almost, the sheets neatly atop the matress, not an overly large bed...one to...merely sleep within. <br><br>"On my mind?" he mused...came to stand in the doorframe...leaned against it. "I....really am not sure....this is...still all kind of new to me..." it was one of thos cracks he showed. "This really...is a new thing to me..." he would have to let her get closer, no? Couldn't always block her out behind his attitude and the face he had to show. 
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