It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 04:40:05</strong>
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				“Are we clear?” <br><br>“Yea, we got them all.”<br><br>Deacon ‘Kilgore’ Greenspring rose from behind a stack of crates, badly damaged from the spray of gunfire from the late members of the Kings City Yakuza. His M4 was slug around his shoulder, his Kevlar vest punctured in three spots. Fingering the holes, he picked out the bullets, 9mm pistol rounds, hissing as he removed the vest to bare his tattooed and scarred torso. <br><br>“That shit’s going to leave bruises,” he muttered as he made his way across the short distance to the pile of bodies littered behind the long assembly table. “Fuckers try and double cross us? Big mistake.<br><br>“Machete, remind me to talk to Def Con when we get back. He isn’t going to let this shit slide,” Deacon called over his shoulder, kneeling to get a better look at the dead Japanese man, a pool of murky blood pooling around him. “What an ugly shit.”<br><br>“Def isn’t going to like this, Kilgore... You sure you don’t want to tell him yourself?” Kyle ‘Machete’ Teller called out to Deacon, an edge to his voice that had nothing to do with the current situation.<br><br>“He’ll chew me out as much as he’ll chew you, Kyle, just do it. Cops’ll be here any minute... Chief Kennedy can only delay for so long,” Deacon said, picking up the money case, smiling as he tested it’s heft. “Idiots actually brought the money. These were new recruits.”<br>Kyle and his hulking mass of muscle came up beside Deacon. “Think they were trying to send a message?”<br><br>“What, that they now how weak we are right now? Come on, Kyle, the Feds may have taken a lot of our guys, but that doesn’t mean we’re sitting ducks,” Deacon jibed, passing the money case to Kyle and calling over the rest of his guys; Moneyclip, Pyro, and Jacky. He hadn’t seen a need to bring any more men with him. <br><br>“Pyro, see what we can take with us, and set the charges. The Yakuza wanted to send us a message, so we’ll send them ours. Money, go get the SUV from the back, bring her out front. Jacky, you’re staying with me and Machete, there might be some left hiding, and we’re going to fish them out.”<br><br>“Got it.”<br><br>“Alright guys, time to fish them out-“ A clattering of metal on metal rang through the warehouse, like a paint can falling down stairs. Whipping around, Deacon pulled out his pistol, training it on the spot the sound came from, a stair way leading up to the second floor rafters. Firing three shots at the stairs below to freeze the culprit, Jacky, Machete and Deacon quickly made their way to the stairs, a shotgun, pistol, and AK all trained at a stack of crates on the platform halfway up the stairs.<br><br>“Alright Jap, out! We know you’re there, you coward piece of shit!” Deacon yelled, running up the stairs, sliding around the corner to tackle the one who made the sound, landing heavy on top of... her? It was a woman, and she was certainly not Japanese. “Who the fuck are you?” Deacon barked, his pistol pressed against her chest. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:31:15</strong>
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				She couldn't believe this.<br><br>Her last hideout had been busted when the cops had finally decided that it was worth it to do a raid on one of Edinburgh's famous night clubs. Having managed to secure herself a spot in a side room by virtue of her ability to get the manager a supply of some high-quality drugs, Brook gave up the comfortable bed willingly so she could avoid the police. No telling if they were the same bastards who'd let her father get killed - and it was useless going to them for help, if the documents she'd managed to make away with had been telling the truth of the matter.<br><br>Since the raid, she'd been wandering around the city's underbelly, staying a few days with one friend, then a few days with another. It'd been a good several weeks since she'd had a good night's sleep or even a bed more comfortable than a cold corner in an abandoned building; this warehouse had seemed perfect. It wasn't being used, and after a few days of observation, Brook had deduced that she'd be safe enough if she stole a corner on the top floor after dark, and left before daybreak.<br><br>Obviously not.<br><br>She'd woken to the sound of talking. Loud, arrogant fools - couldn't they shut up? - who, she figured out after a bit of listening (and with her smattering of knowledge in Japanese language), intended to cheat the dealers who were going to sell drugs to them.<br><br>That was when Brook decided it was safer to leave. Retrieving her small laptop and fitting it over her shoulders, the young woman tugged her cap over her eyes and her jacket over her bag. She made for the second-level exit, on the lee side of the building. The moon wasn't even out tonight, so if she could just make it out the door-<br><br>It was bad luck that the other group arrived just as she'd prepared to crawl down the narrow, rickety stairs. Brook had flattened herself against the floor, behind a bunch of empty oil drums and odd-sized boxes without any marks on them.<br><br>She waited there, hoping that the idiot Japanese yakuza wouldn't go through with their plan. It seemed like such a stupid idea, trying to cheat another gang for <em>drugs</em> of all things.<br><br>Then all hell had broken loose, and she was trapped as the sounds of gunfire, screams, and yells exploded below.<br><br>Brook had had to wait until the non-yakuza gang - that's probably who they were - had finished up business before she could move and try to escape. So now, she tried to slide down the stairs, staying as close to the wall as possible-<br><br>Only the slight sound of scratching warned Brook that she had shifted something. A metal rod slipped out of place, nudged from its precarious perch by the toe of her suede boots, clattered down the rest of the stairs.<br><br>It was like a gunshot.<br><br>Abandoning all pretense of stealth, Brook flung herself down the stairs. She wasn't that far away from the door-<br><br>Gunshots, and bright sparks of metal against metal, made her squeak in alarm as she ducked reflexively. She missed a step, and grabbed the rusting metal railing, using all her strength to keep herself upright despite how much her fingers screamed in protest. The awkward steps jarred her entire body; but an unlucky slip against the rod that had given her away sent Brook sprawling right in front of her exit with a gasp of pain, as she had the wind knocked out of her.<br><br><em>Shit. Shit!</em> Brook rolled and scrambled after managing a gasp for air. Just before her fingers could touch the door handle, something huge and hard tackled her.<br><br>Her head banged against the last step of the stairs; stars and white shapes exploded in front of her sight as she grunted, wheezing as she tried to breathe.<br><br>Everything <em>hurt</em>.<br><br>"What-" She coughed, fighting the burst of fear when she felt something hard press against her chest. Brook didn't need to see to know that she was looking death right in the face.<br><br>"What do you mean, who the fuck am I?" The indignant words came out between coughs, and gasps of breath. "I just wanted a good night's sleep when all of you started shooting each other!" She tried to move - he had her solidly trapped against the metal, with her shoulder jammed up right against the very sharp, and very uncomfortable railing.<br><br>"P-please-" Her voice wavered; Brook swallowed the fear, even though her heart was pounding in her chest and racing a thousand miles a minute. "Let me go. I won't say anything. I didn't see anything."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:59:02</strong>
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				“Like a hole in the head you didn’t see anything. You see me, and I sure as hell know you’ve seen Jacky,” Deacon growled back, nodding to the Korean man standing beside him, with the shotgun trained at Brook’s head.<br><br>“Now, get up,” he ordered, sitting up and pulling her to her feet, his hand holding to her shoulder tightly. It was then that he holstered his pistol, although Jacky and Machete kept their weapons trained on her. Turning her around, he made a sound like a ‘tch’, gently touching the back of her skull. <br><br>“You’re hurt. It might be a concussion. We’ll have to have the doc look at you when we get back to the club,” he muttered, pulling out a yellow bandana from his back pocket and tying it around her head. “That’ll stop the bleeding. You’re going to have one fuck ton of a headache tomorrow.<br><br>“Oh, that’s right. You’re not going anywhere, toots. You’re a liability... and you don’t have anywhere else to go,” he added, his hard edged voice softening. His grip on her arm, however, did not soften. <br><br>“Deacon, car’s ready!”<br><br>“So are the charges.”<br><br>He grinned haphazardly, at no one in particular, his fierce eyes glinting with the promise of an explosion. <br><br>“Good. Then we’re off,” he said, turning to Brook. “Come along, you’re going to have to give me some answers when we get clear of here.”<br>And then they were running to the car, Pyro laughing as they piled in to the black SUV, Brook sitting between Deacon and Jacky in the back seat, as Machete drove and Moneyclip played watchout through the passenger window.<br><br>As they cleared the block, a huge roar that lit the night sky of Pembroke’s little China as the SUV passed two police cruisers careening through the street toward the explosion. <br><br>Turning to Brook, Deacon studied her, the light shining off his sweat dampened torso, the words “He Who Attacks Must Vanquish” tattooed across his chest. “Why were you sleeping in that warehouse? Were you with the Yakuza?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 06:20:14</strong>
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				"No need to- ow!" Brook hissed, whimpering as his grip squeezed a bruise that she'd no doubt sustained in her uncontrolled tumble towards freedom. More stars exploded in her head as she was pulled to her feet; she stumbled, some absurd sense of relief floating in her chest when she realized that even after seeing her face, they didn't recognize her.<br><br>If they'd been the ones who'd targeted her father they might well have, different hair color or not. Sure, she was no longer sporting blond locks and rich-girl clothing, but her face hadn't changed. Brook didn't doubt that her father's enemies wouldn't take any chances with her still alive, especially if they knew that she had some of his most incriminating legal documents, and plans for full-fledged government reform hidden on her.<br><br>She tried to bat his hands away when he tied his bandanna around her head, rather ineffectually. "I'll take the headache if it means you'll cut me loose!" Brook snapped, wincing as splitting pain hit her right between her eyes. He was right - she was going to have one fuck ton of a headache tomorrow.<br><br>It was hard keeping up with them, especially with the leader - Deacon, she thought she'd heard - tugging her along like a limp doll behind him. Half-stumbling, half-running, Brook realized how weak she'd gotten in the last few days, not having found a steady source of food yet. She was almost relieved when she was shoved into the SUV, headache and aching shoulder and all.<br><br>Cringing at the explosion, Brook couldn't help staring as she got her first good look at the leader of the small group. He was as tall as she'd first assumed, and looked as hardened and toughened as any guy raised on the street. He was also the real thing; she'd seen a lot of wannabes and pretenders, but this Deacon made her want to have something more than her clothes between him and her.<br><br>Something like a ten-foot-thick wall of steel.<br><br>"The last place I was sleeping got busted by the cops in a raid. Ravex's." In a subdued voice, she named the club where she'd managed to charm the manager into letting her sleep in a back room. Somehow, she didn't think it would be the best idea to lie. It just didn't seem like he'd be amused. "I've been wandering around. Found the warehouse about a week ago, and watched it to make sure it wasn't being used for a couple of days. I've been sleeping nights on the third floor, and getting out before sunrise."<br><br>Gingerly, she removed her cap and touched the back of her head, where she could feel blood matted in her hair. It was going to be a bitch to clean out. She hadn't had a good shower in... well, who knew how long. "I wasn't with them. I was going to split when I woke up and heard them laughing about how they were going to cheat the drug sellers - I guess you guys."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 06:43:55</strong>
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				"Ravex is a Cartel club, not a smart choice to hang up in there. They're horrible at keeping the police away," Deacon laughed, still watching her with an intense stare. <br><br>He laughed again at the mention of the double cross. "Not the best idea Mr. Juichi ever had, sending some low level thugs to deal with us," he commented, causing laughter from the other three in the car."<br><br>They were entering increasingly seedier territory as they went, crossing over the Roosevelt Bridge that spans the Algonquin river, cutting through the middle of Pembroke. To the trained eye, like Deacon's, one could see the signs of Youngblood control. The graffiti on the walls pointing to safe houses, and the thugs patrolling the streets in small groups. <br><br>"We're going to a place called Solomon's City, a club owned by the Youngloods; that would be us," he said, gesturing to the other men in the car. "It's a safehaven for the Youngbloods, and where my crib and myself stay. You'll be staying there for the discernible future. You'll be given a room -a real room- and good food. You'll be free to roam around the club, although for a girl of your delicate sensibilities," he smiled then, quite devil-like, "that may not be the best idea. You'll have Jacky here as your guard, both for your own and our security.<br><br>"And there's no point arguing. You'll be weak for another week, with that head wound, and we need to figure out what to do with you beyond having you live in the club," he finished. If she looked closer at him, beyond the vibe of perfect danger, she'd see he had quite a love for body art. His arms were covered in tattoos, and both his nipples were pierced, along with his belly button, a knuckle sized skull with ruby inset eyes placed over it. It was far from a feminine piercing. He also bore a few scars, one long one going diagonally down his chest. His face had even more piercings, and even some along the shaved parts of his scalp, with his short trihawk hairstyle. <br><br>The SUV stopped, pulling in to a long alley with shoddy lighting, before pulling up to a four story building with a very Middle-Eastern motif at the entrance, Solomon's City lit up in huge neon.<br><br>"Alright, come on and we'll have the Doctor look at you," he said, getting out with his hand one again gripping her arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 06:57:56</strong>
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				"Well, if I had a place to go I wouldn't 'hang up' in there, would I?" She shot back, glowering and then wincing as her head complained again.<br><br>She was quiet as the car drove over a bridge. She could only tell it was a bridge by the streetlights that periodically shined into the car, giving parts of her pseudo-captors an orange glow before shadows darkened everything again. It had been a long time since she'd kept track of where she was in the city - when you were living in the streets without a gang, there didn't seem to be much of a point.<br><br>She knew enough to stay in neutral territory, most of the time, but... well, it was hard to tell where was neutral and where was safe, especially when she was subject to the patrols of the policemen and the location of her current hideout.<br><br>Brook scowled at Deacon's smile, fear or not. A passing streetlight illuminated his face - but despite her headache and the obvious threat the four of them posed, she didn't shrink or look away. It was like looking at a work of art - his body, and his face. And in an intense, punk-rocker kind of way... he looked good. His ferocity, at the very least, did match his metal and ink.<br><br>"Don't worry. If you're giving me a place to stay, even temporarily, I'm not going to argue, jail or not." Just the mention of good food was convincing enough. And if she had a concussion, she knew she would be sorry for her lack of coordinated escape tomorrow.<br><br>The neon lights of Solomon's City made her wince and shut her eyes tightly, shielding her face with her uninjured arm as she tossed her hat back on her head. "No need to hold me so tightly," she snapped again, earning another piercing stab in her head. "I'm not going to run away after you offered me food and shelter."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 07:18:57</strong>
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				"Yea, well I'm not going to take that risk. You run, go to the cops, and you force them out here. I don't want to have to deal with that kind of shit at the moment," Deacon commented, increasing the strength of the grip for a moment, acutely aware of the bruise developed on her arm. "And don't assume you can get away with that kind of lip when we're in side. Machete, Moneyclip, Jacky and Pyro are like brothers. The rest of the gang holed up in the City, on the other hand, see me taking lip from a street urchin, and I get thugs trying to show me up. I'd much rather not have to kill my own gang members, don't give me reason to."<br><br>It was clear he was serious, as he was staring straight at her eyes, his paralyzing anger visible, but carefully controlled.<br><br>And then they were in side, in a sort of coat room, where the five men disposed of their weapons, before his crew went through the door. Deacon stayed behind, still holding Brook, but not so tightly. It was more of a supporting grasp, since she was still whoozy from the concussion. <br><br>"Remember when I said this might offend your sensibilities? Well, I wasn't trying to be scary, they really might," he said as he opened the double doors in to a large room, the floor sinking as it went to the center, platforms where gleaming polls extended from the ceiling, with women dancing nude and partly nude on them.<br><br>But that wasn't the shock. The main room was large, with many booths partly secluded, and some not secluded at all. And in a number of those booths there were people, naked, and... having sex? Yes, it was undeniable, there were people having sex in a few booths. <br><br>"It's not like this all the time, but on weekends... it gets a little hectic," he commented, holding Brook, moving away to a door off the side of the room. A large, DO NOT ENTER sign was glued to the door, but Deacon ignored it, entering anyway, passing through a short hall to enter a clinic's room, with what must be the doctor (he looked more like a metal head) sitting at a desk.<br><br>"Doc, got a patient who needs looking at. Possible concussion and some bruises," he said, the Doctor jumping, turning around to see Deacon and Brook standing, his hand still gripping her arm. <br><br>"Ah, right away, Kilgore," the Doc said, pulling out the earbuds from his iPod and coming over to look at Brook. "Come sit over on the table and I'll see what's the problem."
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				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 14:00:18</strong>
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				"Even if I was <em>dying</em>, the cops are the last people I would go to for help." Bitterness rose like hot bile in her throat. For a moment, something flared in her eyes; as they passed under neon, it disappeared, as if it had never been in the first place. She looked away when he stared her down, tugging her cap further over her face. "I got it. I'll shut up." It was sullen, but it was a concession; Brook followed Deacon and his 'brothers' inside the club, watching with bland interest as they divested themselves of coats and a good dozen and more of weapons hidden on their persons.<br><br>She cast a confused look in Deacon's expression when they entered the club, but he stayed behind with her. "My sensibilities?"<br><br>Of course, once they entered the club, she understood exactly what he meant. Her face went pink at the sight, then flushed a deep red as heat flooded into her cheeks and neck. It wasn't that she'd never seen people having sex before - she'd once accidentally found her parents' collection of porn, both in videos and in magazines - but to do it so... <em>openly</em>...<br><br>"I see. Thank you for warning me," she murmured dryly, just under her breath. She let him tow her along the side of the room, keeping her eyes shyly averted, mindful of the dull aching in her shoulder and the sharper one in her head. It was going to be a pain if she'd re-injured it by falling, rolling, and getting pulled along behind him like some dog.<br><br>When they entered what appeared to be a clinic, Brook let out a squeak of surprise when the doctor also jumped. It was followed by a stifled moan, and a cautious tilting of her head, one hand pressing gently against the back as if it would help dull the pain.<br><br>"I thought your name was Deacon?" She asked curiously. Even though it cost her another piercing flash in her skull, she shook her arm free of him, stalking over to the table. With only a slight bit of hesitation (the amount of time for her to estimate the height of the table, and whether she could hop onto it without putting any more pressure on her shoulder), Brook edged onto the table with a tiny jump and several wriggles of her hips and bottom. She took a moment to settle comfortably, unbuttoning part of her black trench jacket so she wasn't sitting on the tail of the garment. It was remarkably clean, considering that she'd been sleeping on the streets and didn't have her own squat.<br><br>She folded her legs gingerly, glad that it wasn't her entire body that'd gotten mangled in her failed, mad rush to escape the warehouse. Underneath her jacket, the flat titanium case shifted on her shoulders; Brook's temple twitched as the shoulder straps sent pins and needles into her flesh. "I hit my head against a metal step," she said blandly, yanking the bandanna off with her other hand and placing the bloodied-up cloth in her lap. Her head was throbbing now - Brook imagined it would be worse tomorrow. She remembered what having a concussion was like, and didn't look forward to it in the slightest. She shrank a little when the doctor stepped close to examine her skull, but forced herself to relax, wincing only a couple times as he poked and prodded through her hair.<br><br>Silence let her brood over the past couple of weeks. It would be nice not having to worry about food and a bed for some several days, at least - even if the Youngbloods decided to get rid of her afterwards. It was too bad - surviving this long, only to get herself killed because she'd been looking for a corner to sleep. That would teach her to be picky. Whatever god existed would probably laugh her in the face when she made her way outside his gates.<br><br>Idly, she wondered if she would be able to avoid the guy who would be guarding her somehow.<br><br>Just as quickly, she scratched the thought out of her head. None of the four had looked like they were stupid enough to let her slip away.<br><br>Brook answered whatever questions the doctor had about her injury, obviously distracted and more than a little subdued as she tried to think around the annoying throbbing in her skull. It might be pretty bad - things were starting to swim around in her vision. Things weren't really supposed to move this way...<br><br>When he asked to look at her bruises, she hesitated again, shrinking a little inside her coat. "Doctor, would you be willing to take a look at an old injury, too?"
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:35:49</strong>
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				"It is Deacon. Only my friends can call me that. The rest call me Kilgore. You know, from that guy in <em>Apocalypse Now</em>," Deacon murmured to Brook, who wiggled out of his grip to move over to the medical table.<br><br><div align="center">***</div> <br>"You're bruises, ma'am. Your fall could have broken a bone, and you wouldn't even know," the Doc prodded, gingerly. "You'll need to remove your coat." <br><br>But then she asked him to look at an old injury.<br><br>"I suppose I can take a look. Where and what is it?" he asked again, with the unmistakable tone of a true doctor. "I'm limited in my capabilities here, if it's internal, you'd have to go to a hospital. We have one in our payroll, but I don't know if Deacon'd let you go," he said, looking to Deacon, who was leaning against the wall beside the door, his large arms crossed, creating a colourful mosaic across his chest. <br><br>"Unless she's going to die otherwise, she's not leaving this club," he stated bluntly, watching the Doctor and Brook. He wasn't going to be leaving this room without her. There were at least two dozen different possible weapons in this room, and he knew how good a deterrent he was for violence. <br><br>"Yes, yes, as I thought. Well, it doesn't look like you have a concussion, just a nasty bump. I've stitched the cut and it'll be sore for a few days. I'm giving you some medicine to help with the pain. Now, that other injury?" <br><br>If she was to glance at Deacon at this point, she'd see him unguarded. His fierce demeanor was gone, and he seemed almost tired and weary. He was simply waiting for this to end so he could get her to her room, get Jacky to set up a rotating guard, and let him go to sleep himself. Even so, his eyes were still bright and aware of his surroundings, and they were solely trained on Brook, simply watching, taking in her appearance; the undeniable wear from living on the streets in this unseasonably cold early spring; the demure features of her face (with her hat off he could see her face fully, and she was... interesting); and the fierceness that hid inside her, bottled away in the very kernel of her soul. In all frankness she was incredibly alluring and more so interesting.
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				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:54:33</strong>
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				She winced at Deacon's blunt tone. Had she intended to get out that way, she was certain she would have changed her mind after hearing the flat answer.<br><br>"It's... it's an old shoulder injury. A bit over a couple of weeks old-" Reluctantly, quite aware of Deacon's unflinching regard, her hands strayed up to the top buttons on her jacket. After another moment of hesitation, she began unbuttoning. There was nothing scandalous underneath, but it felt strange undressing in front of a complete stranger. Still, nothing to do about that... she wanted to take care of the injury while she still could.<br><br>The coat off, both the doctor and Deacon could see the case that she wore as a backpack on her shoulders. She shrugged off the rest of the coat, folding it to one side, then shrugged off the nondescript metal case, which went on top of the coat.<br><br>The sleeveless black turtleneck she wore underneath was plain, and rather simple - but it was exactly that simplicity that made Brook's appeal more clear. But she didn't give either man a chance to consider the picture she made - black top and boots, paired with a pair of jeans and her fierce, sharp eyes - because as soon as the case was off her shoulders, Brook reached for the hem of her top, and pulled up before she could chicken out of it.<br><br>Clad only in a bra, she twisted around, ignoring the hot flush in her cheeks. "I haven't been able to treat it myself, because it's just out of reach," she explained, pointing at several deep gashes behind one shoulder. Some of the smaller cuts had scabbed over; the larger ones hadn't. Brook only knew this because they hurt every time her shirt rubbed against them.<br><br>"I did manage to clean it out so it wouldn't get infected, but... I don't know if I have splinters or not." She shuddered, but didn't explain how she'd gotten the injury. Bad enough, having nightmares of Drew getting beaten to death right in front of her. "It still hurts when I move a lot - a dull ache, like."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 20:49:01</strong>
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				"Nasty bit of business," the doctor muttered, incredibly professional in his acceptance of Brooks near nudity. It was a strange clash to his appearance. For a few minutes he busied himself with cleaning the wounds that were still open, swabbing them with disinfectant before he went about stitching them up. It was painful, but it lasted only for a little. "That's going to hurt for a good while, so be careful not to rip the stitches. I'll give you some painkillers if it becomes to bad."<br><br>Patting her on the shoulder, he moved over to a wall cabinet on the far wall from the door, pulling out two bottles of painkillers. "Now these are for night, they're also a sedative to help you sleep," he said, handing her the bottle, "and these are for the day. They won't make you pass out," he added, giving her the second one.<br><br>"Best I can say is for you to rest for the next few days to let the stitches set. The biggest wounds will heal in about three weeks, but you should be up and about in one week at most," he stated, sitting back at his desk, pulling out his iPod. <br><br>"She's fine, Deacon. She can go now."<br><br>Deacon nodded from the doorway, looking at Brook. "Put your shirt back on. I'll take you to your room," he said, picking up the black turtleneck and handing it to her. His eyes were subverted, looking away from her. She couldn't have known, but they were looking away from her the entire time she was topless. <br><br>When she was ready, he opened the door, leading her out. They passed through another door opposite to the Doctor's office, which led to a stairwell. Ascending it for two flights, they exited to another singular hallway, with only three doors, two on the left, one on the right. Moving up to the first door on the left, he opened it, revealing a large furnished living room, a door leading to a bedroom off to the right, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The entire 'suite' was designed with a theme of somber colours with redwood furnishing and brown wallpaint. <br><br>"This is your room. The kitchen is fully stocked, so if you get hungry you can make yourself something. The windows don't open, but there's a thermostat in each room," he seemed uncomfortable, as if he was unaccustomed to playing 'house guest'. "My room is across the hall, and the third room is the guard room. That's where Jacky and his boys are going to be staying until we can figure out if we're getting rid of you.<br><br>Moving out in to the hall, he turned back to her. "Good night," he stated, before closing the door and moving to his own room, much larger than hers. Ten minutes later he was collapsed on his bed, the night's exhausting events catching him and putting him to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 21:09:35</strong>
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				With her freshly stiched-up wounds burning merrily in her shoulder, Brook took her turtleneck back from Deacon with a mumble of thanks. She held onto that and the precious laptop case, and pulled her jacket around her shoulders instead, using one hand to hold both sides closed around her body.<br><br>She'd forgotten that they might well get rid of her despite their week of charity, until Deacon mentioned it again. She stiffened, ready to bolster up her indignation with some snappy retorts... but found that she was really too tired to argue at this point. And her shoulder <em>hurt</em>. Brook wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, or take a bath.<br><br>The door shut in her face with finality, as if locking her into some kind of trap. "Good night." Brook bit her lip, for the first time feeling like she had no other option but to wait and see if they would be 'kind' enough to let her run free after she'd seen what she'd seen. Even if they believed that she wouldn't run to the police, the Youngbloods would never let her go now - at least, not unless she was a corpse.<br><br>Sleep didn't come easily. When the first set of painkillers wore off, she hurt too much to try to find them on the night table, where she'd left them. She drifted in and out of waking dreams, drops of cold sweat dotting her forehead. Only when she was too tired to resist did Brook drift off in a restless slumber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 21:30:20</strong>
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				Deacon arouse very early the next morning, hissing as he got up, his chest bruised from where the bullets hit the Kevlar. Busying himself with getting food in his empty stomach and cleaning himself up in a cold shower, he dressed, a pair of black jeans, with a skull-buckled belt, with no shirt again. He was a work of art, and he hated covering it up. It took a good ten minutes to get all his piercings in before he felt ready to greet the rest of the gang. <br><br>Sighing, he opened the door, walking in to the short hall, looking at Brook's door. One of Jacky's boys, Dozer, he thought, was sitting beside it, a pistol sticking out from the hem of his pants. <br><br>"Any trouble?" Deacon asked, moving over to the door. <br><br>"Nothing all night, Kilgore," the guard said, clearly disappointed. <br><br>"You're guarding a girl, Dozer. Nothing good could have happened in an attempted escape. You'd just be a lady killer."<br><br>Dozer clearly took the hint, as he turned away, going back to staring at the opposite wall again.<br><br>Shaking his head, Deacon knocked on the door with the flat of his fist, three times in loud succession. When the door finally opened, he shoved a bag in to her hands. "Clothes. You didn't look like you had anything else," he muttered, casting an evil glare at Dozer, just in case he entertained a laugh.<br><br>"Get ready. We need to go," he added then, stepping in to the room and moving to the bar that circled the kitchen, sitting on a black stool as he waited for Brook. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 22:15:41</strong>
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				When he knocked the next morning, Brook jolted awake with a gasp, fear clutching at her throat in the second before memories of yesterday night flooded into her mind. She sat up and closed her eyes, dragging her arm across her forehead. She scrubbed at her damp arm, then swallowed down a couple of the painkillers before she swung her feet over the edge of the bed and walked to the door, a little nervous about what she would find when she opened it.<br><br>She peeked around the edge when she opened it, and squeaked in alarm when Deacon shoved a bag into her arms. "Wha-" She stumbled backwards as he entered, her eyes wide as she blinked at him, almost owl-like in her surprise. The door shut behind him as he walked into the room. Even though she wasn't wearing anything more than she had been when the doctor had examined her, it was hard to be anything but... surprised.<br><br>"Clothes. Of course. Are you sure you want to put me in new clothes while you kill me? They'll get all bloody," she commented. Brook sat down with the bag of clothes in her lap, pulling out a few articles and examining them before selecting two from the bunch.<br><br>She quickly wriggled into a very brief, very snug black tube top - it was low enough in the back that it didn't bother her shoulder, and blended in perfectly with her black bra straps. Over it, she pulled on a dress shirt, this one a vibrant dark red; the jeans (that miraculously fit), a crisp, washed-out classic blue, finished the ensemble. At least, she did look a little more fitting among the rest of the Youngbloods, now.<br><br>"Where are we going?" Brook dug out a black belt, yanking an orange bandanna tangled up in the buckle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:05:11</strong>
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				"We can always buy more," Deacon replied reflexively, swiveling in the stool, Deacon leaned against the bar, watching Brook dress. He was somber this morning, not like he was last night. There was no inferno in his soul that threatened to break free. She cleaned up good.<br><br>Hopping off the stool, he closed the distance between him and Brook, far closer than was comfortable. His eyes flamed for a moment with that same fire she saw last night. She would also be acutely aware of just how much power he held, with his rock-like body inches from hers. "We're going to see my brother, Johnny. He runs the Youngbloods, and he makes the final decision on you. So let's go."<br><br>Retreating from her personal space, Deacon opened the door, waving to Brook to go through it. Outside, Jacky and Moneyclip were waiting for him. <br><br>"We're ready to go, boss," Moneyclip said in his baritone voice. He was wearing Kevlar over a worn army jacket.<br><br>"Good, then head out and get the cars ready," Deacon ordered, waiting until they were around the corner and heading down the stairs. That's when he turned to Brook.<br><br>"You wear this," he said, handing her a bandanna of swirling red and orange patterns, "and you pretend you're with us. You're wearing our colours, so you'll look it. You'll need to act it, though. Johnny'll be looking for fear or contempt. If he sees any, you'll be killed on spot. If you're calm, and look like you belong, you'll be fine. Get it?"<br><br>And then they were moving through the club, closed down for the day. The main room was a wreck, with bottles, cups, and used condoms dotting the floor. "Somebody clean this shit up, will they?" Deacon barked at no one in particular, before they went through the front door.<br><br>There were two cars, 70's era muscle cars, with the same red and orange motif of Brook's bandanna. Moneyclip and Jacky were in one car, and Deacon and Brook were to be in the other.<br><br>"It's a 20 minute drive out to the Pembroke harbour, that's where Johnny hangs. Remember what I told you and you'll be fine," he said again, clear agitation on his face and in his voice. He did not want to see this girl murdered. He couldn't say why. He liked her, she was interesting to him. All the women that are normally around Deacon are sleazy whores, literally. It's not often he meets someone like her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:19:28</strong>
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				About to fling some choice words at his bare back, Brook stifled the sarcastic retort and kept her peace, pulling on the black belt and the chains looped from along the leather with a bit more care than she had the jeans or the tops. Once finished, she patted and tugged at everything to make sure that nothing would fall while she was walking around-<br><br>He closed the distance between them before she could do more than look in his direction, than up. He stared - she stared back, proudly, daring him to say something. She could feel the power in his body - but Brook was hardly some weak, delicate flower who needed indulging and spoiling. She wasn't foolish enough to make another snappy remark, but she wasn't going to let him bully her around.<br><br><em>Johnny? His brother?</em> If she was surprised, she didn't show it. Subdued, but becoming more alert as the painkillers kicked in, Brook allowed her eyes to wander around the main room of the club as she tied the bandanna around her neck.<br><br><em>Fear and contempt...</em> He was a gang leader - it did mean she had something to be afraid of. Brook's chin firmed as she slid into the passenger seat of Deacon's car, telling the butterflies swarming in her stomach to shut the hell up. It wasn't a persona that she needed - but confidence. Confidence in herself, and her abilities.<br><br>The car started with a loud, healthy roar before settling slightly. She watched Deacon out of the corner of her eye as he drove, remaining silent.<br><br>"Why are you doing this?" She finally asked. "You could easily have killed me back in that warehouse, or even outside of your club. Nobody would have missed me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:51:16</strong>
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				"I don't like killing women," came the reply, clipped and curt. "I also don't like killing people who can be useful to us," he added after a moment of thought. It was then that his plan began to unwound. This girl, so outside of her comfort zone, had displayed astonishing levels of control and competence. She would be an asset to the gang, if she ever came around. It was a ridiculous thought, considering she was currently waiting a trial for her execution by the very gang Deacon wanted her to become part of.<br><br>There was a long silence, spanning half the car ride, before he then turned to look at her, only for a moment, before turning back. "And you're different. You don't shy away from me, even when I make it clear you're hanging from a thread. You haven't cried or begged for your life once... You're strong. Stronger than any woman I've ever met, aside from my mother, perhaps." He smiled then. An actual, genuine smile at a <em>joke</em> he had made. <br><br>The two cars pulled in to a long drive way, ducking in to an underground garage, before parking in front of a singular elevator door. "Come on," he muttered, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. "This is where you decide your fate, Brook. Make the right choice,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 00:18:38</strong>
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				She almost thought that she had an edge of some sort, when whatever it was that she'd heard in his voice disappeared. Brook nodded, a little.. disappointed?... when Deacon added nothing else. Well, what had she expected? They were from different words.<br><br>When he spoke again, Brook glanced over, then fully sat up, her eyes going wide at the confession. He didn't look at her, of course, but...<br><br>She turned her head back to face the front, suddenly feeling nervous again. She was different? Well, certainly, she didn't shy away from him - but it was a reflex out of pride, and out of habit, than anything else. Brook was not the type to beg or cry to begin with, as doing neither would help in few situations and would probably be more exasperating for the one on the receiving end.<br><br><em>Make the right choice, huh?</em> Her hands were trembling, just slightly.<br><br>Brook firmed her resolve.<br><br>She hadn't survived this far just to get herself killed - no way.<br><br>The passenger's door opened, then slammed from Brook's side. Then, she followed him into the elevator door, her eyes resting coolly somewhere on the blurry metal. Confidence. Pride. Those, she had in plenty... but she still didn't know what she was supposed to expect from Deacon's Johnny, the leader of the Youngbloods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 00:43:34</strong>
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				They rode the elevator in silence, Brook, Deacon, Moneyclip and Jacky all riding in the small metal box. The doors swung open on their greased tracks, revealing a wide open space, which had the strange mix of high class furnishing in a large empty warehouse. Johnny was sitting behind a huge ebony desk directly in front of them on the far wall. It was a genius move, forcing any body meeting with Johnny to make the far walk toward him while he sat behind his desk watching.<br><br>There was a buffer zone of polished wood around Johnny's desk, and beyond various collections of sofas, televisions, and other forms of entertainment thrown haphazardly around the high roofed warehouse in little cloisters of comfort. Men and women of all ethnicity were lounging in these groups as Deacon and Brook made there way over to Johnny. Moneyclip and Jacky had dissolved in to the rest of the men present.<br><br>Deacon was incredibly tense, barely hiding it under a cold exterior. There were two high backed ebony chairs in front of Johnny's desk. <br><br>"This is the girl, then," Johnny said, leaning forward, resting on his elbows. His voice was strange... very calm, almost melodic. He also looked... feminine. Angular jawline, with large, almond eyes. He wore a suit of muted red and orange, the colours of the Youngbloods, that fit perfectly to his slender body and straight shoulders. In all manner, he seemed incredibly delicate.<br><br>"She is, Johnny," Deacon said, his voice hushed so no one would here. Using their names in such a large gathering was a sign of weakness.<br><br>"Tell me, miss, why do you think my brother vouches for you so? He assures me that you had nothing to do with the Yakuza's backstab last night. I have never seen my brother so adamant about anything in a very long time," Johnny smiled lightly, waving with his hands to the chairs. "Sit, both of you, please.<br><br>"Well, miss? Can you answer me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 01:08:40</strong>
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				He was nothing like she expected - but then, Brook really had no idea what she'd been expecting, in her head. Someone like Deacon, she'd imagined - cold, hard, and dangerous looking. This man in front of her looked... not frail, perhaps, but delicate. The suit gave him an aura of professionalism that almost made him look like a flashy lawyer.<br><br>That was when Brook felt herself relaxing, just enough that her hands stopped trembling. Lawyers. She knew what lawyers and politicians were like. And she knew better than to think that this man was anything less than dangerous.<br><br>She almost saluted him when he indicated the two seats, but settled on a firm nod as she settled gracefully in the chair, straightening the lines of her shirt and crossing her legs.<br><br>"As for why he vouches for me - you would have to ask him yourself, sir. I wouldn't presume to know what your brother was thinking about me." Her voice was soft in the large room, but there was no lack in confidence behind her words. She stared Johnny straight in the eye, not backing down even when his gaze seemed to pierce straight into her.<br><br>"I recognize the holders of power when I see it, but I'm not afraid of it. I respect power, and I saw it in him," she answered simply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 01:38:49</strong>
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				Johnny smiled lightly. "A politician's answer, my lady. But not a wrong one. You were right to see the power my brother has at his hands, and in his head.<br><br>"Brother, maybe you should answer my question, then. Why didn't you simply kill her at the warehouse?" he asked, smiling as he backed his younger sibling in to a corner.<br><br>"I don't like killing women, you know that. She also interested me," he replied bluntly, quickly turning the table on his brother. <br><br>"Yes, I can see why you're intrigued by her," he added, turning his focus to watch Brook. <br><br>"She's yours, then. We're not going to kill her, but she's your problem. If anything happens, it's your fault," he said at length. "Leave then. You'll have a lot you'll need to tell her now she's with us."<br><br>"Yes, Johnny. Thank you," Deacon replied in a strange voice, before rising, eying Brook. "Come on," he whispered, before walking quickly toward the elevator. Money and Jacky were already waiting.<br><br>"No, we're going down first. You two get the next one," he ordered as the two doors opened and Brook and Deacon entered. The minute the doors closed, Deacon let a long, strangled breath of air loose, slumping against the metal wall. <br><br>"Well," he said quietly. "There's your answer. Welcome to the club."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 01:53:35</strong>
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				She was about to answer him - <em>A politician's answer; not unexpected, given my background</em> - but she didn't think she was ready to let him know who she was, if he didn't already know... and if he already did, then at least it didn't seem that Deacon knew, yet. A twinge in her gut made the corner of Brook's mouth twitch. She suddenly wished that she didn't feel as if she were deceiving him, by not telling him where she was from or who she was.<br><br>When danger came for her, then maybe she would tell him. For now... well, as Johnny had implied, she had a lot to learn.<br><br>At the dismissal, Brook uncrossed her legs slowly and stood, her gaze fixed on the leader of the Youngbloods. His gaze was calm, and steady, but there were layers there that she couldn't see past, couldn't read. Brook Townsend wondered if he knew who she was, or even cared.<br><br>Her eyes lowered incrementally as Deacon whispered urgently. She waited a breath, until he had strode past, and it was only her and Johnny. She was as unruffled as he, but it felt like she was looking up at the summit of a mountain.<br><br>She bowed, slightly, a deferential lowering of the head. "I'll make sure you don't regret this." The soft murmur was only for the gang leader's ears. Brook had turned and followed after Deacon in one fluid motion, her boot heels clicking and echoing in the large room.<br><br>Once in the elevator, she was faintly surprised to see Deacon... relieved, like he had escaped from some heavy interrogation. But she didn't mention that - only the part that had surprised her, to hear him say it so openly. "I interest you?" She inquired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 02:19:02</strong>
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				"Yes, you do," Deacon replied, turning to look at her in the small box, slowly descending to the garage basement. "I said it in the car, you're different. You're not like anyone else I had met. My life has been this gang, and this gang attracts a certain type of people. You're not that kind of people. It was all I could do to keep you alive, because I knew there had to be a reason why I took a liking to you.<br><br>"Now I'll have ample time to figure that out. Your life like you know it is over, Brook. You're part of the Youngbloods now. With that comes all the respect of being one of us, and all of the responsibilities. And like any other new recruit, despite your unique situation, you're going to go through the same initiation rights as everyone else."<br><br>The doors opened then, and Deacon made his way to the car. "We'll talk on the way back. You've got questions I think I can answer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 02:45:39</strong>
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				Brook nodded, then rested her back against the elevator's metal sides as it descended. Her life had been over as she knew it weeks ago, but this was an unexpected development. She'd never even considered joining a gang, precisely because she didn't know who it was that had gotten rid of her father, and thus who might well be after her.<br><br>Maybe things would be different now. Being in a gang - the Youngbloods - would certainly change things a lot.<br><br>"My... unique situation?" She followed him out of the elevator, the echoes of her boots as she walked louder in the underground garage than it had been upstairs. "What's so unique about my situation? Other than... well, other than the fact that I was this close to being killed by you and your brother. Twice."<br><br>Brook took a seat in his car and buckled herself in, then turned towards the driver's seat, waiting for him to start the car and drive back towards Solomon's City (or so she assumed).<br><br>"What initiation?"<br><br>A pause.<br><br>"Does that mean I get more new clothes?" This she said more lightheartedly, her delight obvious even though it was heavily dampened by the other concerns lingering in her thoughts. "And... well, what do the Youngbloods do, exactly? I've been on the streets for a bit, but I never really dealt with any gang members or saw them in action, except for your crew last night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 03:23:30</strong>
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				"It's not often we give people the option to die or join. It usually breeds hostility not conducive to our operations," Deacon replied, suddenly very calm, smiling lightly. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He was talking to a fellow Youngblood now. "You're a unique case, though. My brother never would have let you leave that warehouse alive if he thought you were a threat to us. He's a very good judge of character.<br><br>"We're heading back to the City. New faces come and go every day, so no one will give you a hard time. Just wear the colours and you'll be accepted... And wear this, too," he added, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a skull ring, with ruby inset eyes in the same fashion as the one fastened to his belly button. He had a weird expression on his face when he turned to regard her. <br><br>"It'll, uhm, it'll tell everyone you're mine..." he said strangely. "Don't take it the wrong way though. It'll just keep anyone who might want something from you to back off," he added quickly. "Women in gangs are often expected to... 'help' the male members in a certain way. The way you acted when we went in to the club last night, I can bet that's not something you'll want approaching you."<br><br>He cleared his throat, looking back to the road. "Every new members is initiated. They have to come on a run with their lieutenant -that'd be me- and he decides what your initiation will be. You don't find out until it happens. I can tell you, however, that it happens tomorrow.<br><br>"As for the clothes, yea, you'll have to get a new wardrobe. You're on a payroll now, you'll be given the money you need, and bonuses and the like. It can be quite a nice life when time allows. I'm sure you'll get used to it. "As for what we do, short answer is everything. I'm not going to sugar coat it. Extortion, smuggling, drug manufacturing, arms dealing, money laundering, prostitution. We've basically got out hands in every pot. Not enough to prove a threat to any single industry, but put it all together we get a lot of profit. You sure you don't want to take the other option?" he asked, smiling at her for a moment, before they pulled up to the City.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 03:38:21</strong>
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				"This?" Brook took the ring carefully, holding it closer to her face so she could examine the warm shine of the silver, and the vivid rubies as the eyes. They glittered - with promise, but also something more sinister. When she looked up at him to utter a thank you, the strange expression on his face made her pause just long enough to hear his explanation.<br><br>"Oh!" She tried not to crack up. Or blush. It was easier to laugh than it was to pretend that heat hadn't just flooded into her cheeks again. "Don't worry, I won't take it the wrong way. I'm sure there are a lot of other girls who are more your taste in the gang - it's a sign of protection, yes?" When he continued on, detailing the usual expectation of women in gangs such as this one, Brook colored a little more, nodding quickly. "Thank you. It's very... considerate of you. I wouldn't have guessed."<br><br>Well, she would have - once there was another gang member demanding that she get on her knees.<br><br>Brook winced. She could imagine such an encounter not ending very well.<br><br>"Other option?" The words were light; the tone, a touch too cheerful. "Dying wasn't an option, and that hasn't changed. I got used to living in the streets - I'll get used to living in a gang. I have to."<br><br>Before he could probe or ask questions she turned to him again, a playful grin on her face. "Do you have more clothes at the City, or can we go shopping?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 03:53:54</strong>
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				Deacon noted that she had said 'we', and not 'me'. "It took me a while to get clothes I thought'd fit you. They belonged to a girl who used to stay here, before she moved to another club. She didn't leave much behind, so I suppose you'll have to go shopping."<br><br>He was silent for a moment, before smirking. "Hold on," he said as he slammed on the breaks, twisting the wheel so the car squealed and turned 180 degrees, before he shifted gear and burned rubber down the empty street. "We'll go right now," he added, barreling through the streets of Pembroke, the Ford Bridge to Bonapart creeping up on the horizon. "It's the least I can do after what I put you through."<br><br>About twenty minutes later, they were parked in the garage of the Madison Building, the ritziest shopping mall in all Kings City. "This a good enough place for you?" he asked, grinning again as he got out of the car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:08:06</strong>
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				She let out a squawk when he suddenly twisted the car around and sped in the other direction. "Hey! You're going to break traffic laws, driving this fast!" It was lame and stupid, but it was the only thing she could think of saying at that moment. He probably didn't care, and the police were probably in some gang's pockets anyway... any ticket Deacon got served with would probably just get torn up.<br><br>When Brook realized just in which direction he was driving, she fell eerily silent. By the time they'd parked in the Madison Building garage, she was a little more at ease, at least outwardly... ghostly pale complexion and all.<br><br>She'd shopped here often, in high school and sometimes when she came back on break to hang out with friends. Old friends - well, not really, as all of them had abandoned her when they heard that her family had nothing - might well be here, shopping and laughing and being their usual carefree selves. They knew nothing of suffering - of hardship. They were spoiled, but Brook couldn't blame that lifestyle. After all, she had lived that life for twenty years.<br><br>But even worried sick to her stomach (she could already picture someone glancing through the security cameras and recognizing her face), Brook couldn't forget Deacon's... consideration. So she grinned and slid out of the car, all liquid elegance and cool hauteur. "You wouldn't happen to have a pair of sunglasses, would you?" She purred, acting the part of a ritzy young socialite. "Have to play it up while I have the chance to shop here, after all."<br><br>Seeing her companion, oddly enough, calmed her considerably. He was obviously a gang member. She'd dyed her hair, changed her clothes, and was dressed in gang colors. Nobody would look for her here. They would see the pair of them and probably piss themselves in fear. If they were scared, they wouldn't have time to look for a dead politician's daughter. Which was all good, as far as Brook was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:28:05</strong>
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				"No, but they do," Deacon said, pointing to a gaggle of young women laughing and chatting on a bench overlooking a small pond. "One moment."<br><br>Walking over, casually, in their direction, doing a brilliant job at hiding his intent, he had made it almost beside them before they realized that a man like himself, shirtless, riddled with piercings and ink, were in arms length of them. "Hello, ladies. I've got a question. How much do a pair of glasses like those cost?" he asked, pointing to a pair resting on a bottle-blond's platinum hair. <br><br>"Uh... three hundred dollars," she told him breathlessly, from fear and intrigue. <br><br>"Cassy, you idiot! Why'd you tell him that?" one of her friends replied slapping her friend's arm.<br><br>"Because she's a trusting girl, raised in a privileged life," Deacon replied, all smiles. "But you're friend's right, dear," Deacon added. "It's really not a smart idea to tell someone like myself that." And with that he had reached and plucked the glasses from her head. He paused for a moment, though. Hesitating a moment, he pulled out a roll of bills from a pocket, handing the girl three hundred-dollar bills. "Not everyone is as kind as I am. Next time something like this happens, you scream and run."<br><br>Back by the entrance where he left Brook, he tossed her the glasses. "There you go," he said, smiling. "Shall we shop?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:41:15</strong>
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				Brook managed to choke back some laughter as she caught the sunglasses, having seen the entire exchange. "Kind of you. I could just as easily have purchased a pair inside, though," she commented, jerking a thumb upstairs, in the direction of the shopping mall.<br><br>Sliding the glasses over her face, Brook instantly felt ridiculously relieved. "So? Have you been here before, or should we just walk around?"<br><br>She paused on her way to the nearby elevator, and considered Deacon's... art. "You know, you're probably going to set off metal detectors just by walking through them. Do the cops ever do anything to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:00:41</strong>
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				"Yea, but that's not how we operate. We need a healthy dose of awe and fear in the populace, you see," Deacon replied, walking in to the store beside her. <br><br>He gave her an incredulous look. "Does it look like I've been here before? I don't do my shopping here, trust me," he laughed, stopping when she did. <br><br>"Cops no me. And if they don't, they know this," he said, pointing to the writing across his chest; He Who Attacks Must Vanquish. "It's the Youngbloods motto. Every member has it tattooed on someplace. You'll be getting one after you pass initiation. It's been a pain in the KCPD for thirty years now. I'd doubt if even security guards don't know what this is.<br><br>"But enough of that. We're here to get you some clothes. You seem quite at home, so you lead the way," he added, pushing the button on the elevator, the doors opening moments later. The inside was much more ritzy than the doors to Johnny's floor. Wide, with a gold railing and mirrors for the walls. When they entered, it seemed natural for Deacon to stand beside Brook, even if there was an entire car to themselves. <br><br>"I hope you're ready for this. It's not an easy life, Brook. You're going to be faced with a lot of... ugly business," he added when the doors closed, looking down at Brook, who stood off to his left. There was a good foot of height difference. "Are you sure you're up for it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:36:54</strong>
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				"Ah, I see..." Brook nodded, then grinned when he laughed at her question. "Of course - I apologize, I probably knew that and didn't think about the question. Though, just to let you know -" And now, she smiled again, obviously teasing good-naturedly. "I really wouldn't have minded going to any regular store. I'm not that picky, and I'm not like one of those spoiled princesses," she informed him.<br><br><em>Not anymore, anyway.</em><br><br>"Quite at home? I suppose that's one way to put it," she answered dryly, taking a deep breath as the elevator doors closed, and the small numbers in the elevator began going up, floor by floor. They were approaching one of the main floors. As the young women downstairs had shown, she was no longer 'one of them'; first, by her father's scandal, and second, by her inclusion as a member of the Youngbloods... well, everything was going to change.<br><br>She rocked gently on her heels. "I didn't have a life left when you caught me," she told him, her voice uncharacteristically soft. The words were tight, as if it pained her to say them; she cleared her throat and continued, a little more normally. "I don't really have a choice anymore."<br><br>Brook linked her fingers in front of her bare stomach, shifting them, folding and unfolding them over and over again. Then she looked up at him, something altogether different in her face as she considered Deacon. "Do you think you can get someone to teach me how to pole dance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:50:19</strong>
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				"Yea, but I like scarring rich kids. This is the best place to do it," Deacon responded, laughing lightly. <br><br>Deacon scowled at Brook. "You always have a choice. There are other ways than to roll with me that'll keep you in the gang, give you security. Manufacturing and packaging is a big one," he told her, looking down at her intently. He couldn't see her eyes from behind her oversized sunglasses, but he thought he saw a gleam in them not far off from his own.<br><br>He almost choked when she asked him about the pole dancing. Clearing his throat and looking away for a moment, he collected himself before looking back down at Brook, who was fiddling with her hands rest against her bare stomach. <br><br>"I can get someone for you no problem, I live at a strip club. But why would you want to learn that? You won't need the money, not when you're with my crew," he was flustered, his face a little red. It was from embarrassment, but also from a hidden excitement inside him that told him that if this beautiful girl was willing to get on stage and grind a pole, he had no right to stop her. Just then, of course, the elevator opened to the floor they wanted, and Deacon shuffled out of the car with Brook trailing behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 06:05:06</strong>
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				"Well..." She followed him out of the elevator, considering her answer, and wondering whether she should tell him some of it, or all of it. Brook doubted he would dislike the reasoning, either way, but she wasn't sure if she was bold enough to tell him the whole truth.<br><br>Idly, she glanced around. They had walked out of the elevator without any fanfare; the security guards didn't seem to have noticed them yet, and neither had any of the customers milling around in front of the stores, or ambling along the carpeted pathway.<br><br>"I've always wanted to learn, but it wasn't exactly considered kosher, if you know what I mean." Brook smothered a giggle, unable to hide the smile at Deacon's expression. He looked... stymied. Not troubled - something more akin to... conflicted. She wondered if, at the moment she had asked him, he had pictured her grinding against a pole, clad in as little as the women from last night.<br><br>She continued. "Also... well, if I'm going to live this life, I may as well live up to it. I won't need the money, I'm sure, but it's bound to do a lot for my-" Brook choked, coughing on her words. "My dancing skills."<br><br>Just then, the security guards noticed the two of them walking their way. One of them dropped his cup of coffee; he was probably a new one, she decided. No hardened cops she'd ever met had done that before. "Also... it might be fun."<br><br>Skipping forward a little bit, she turned around so she was walking backwards, facing him, a playful smile flirting on her lips. "Besides - you want to see it too, right?"<br><br>Before he could answer, she turned back around and walked up to the security guards, cheerfully saying hello and greeting them like she'd used to, as Brook Townsend. The rookie gaped at her. The older one reached for her wrist, attempting to haul her back before she actually managed to enter the mall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 06:25:29</strong>
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				Deacon frowned. "Yea, I think I can see that," he replied, moving out in to the center of the plaza. They were on the top floor, it seemed, as the massive glass ceiling let in a flood of sunlight.<br><br>"There's no requirement to learn how to pole dance to be a member... but if you're serious, I can get Vicky to teach you. She's a friend of mine, and I trust her," he replied, as they began to walk toward a store. <br><br>Deacon grinned at the new guard, who was practically hyperventilating at the site of them. The older one was slightly larger than a usual man, no doubt a mix of muscle and fat, and the young man looked fit, although compared to Deacon he was rather scrawny. <br><br>"Well, Vicky swears up and down it's great fun, and a workout too," he murmured, biting his lip. When she skipped up in front of him, about two feet in front of him, he slowed down so she could walk at ease backwards. "Fuck, I'd love to see it," he blurted out, snapping his mouth closed after his brain caught up to his mouth.<br><br>To bad at that same moment the older man lunged out to grab Brook. Deacon was faster on the draw. As soon as he saw the guard's legs tense as he moved forward, Deacon was already moving, grabbing Brook around her waist with his left hand as his right grasped the man's guard shirt. His momentum carried them forward until the guard was slammed in to the wall, Deacon snarling at him, Brook held tightly next to him. <br><br>"Look at the colours she's wearing, and consider rethinking what you were just about to do," he growled at the man, who was soundly held against the smooth granite wall. "We're going in, and we're going to purchase whatever we want. You and your guard friends are going to leave us alone."<br><br>Letting go of the guard, he backed two steps up, looking at the younger guard who was standing paralyzed with fear. "Be more careful next time, because I hate having to repeat myself," he barked, before turning away, letting go of Brook, who had been soundly held at his side, away from the two guards.<br><br>"Come on, hopefully we'll find a more hospitable greeting in side the store," he said, his voice soft and friendly again as he regarded Brook, who hadn't backed away when he let her go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 06:34:52</strong>
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				Even though she had guessed that the guard might try to stop her, she didn't expect Deacon to step forward and shove the man against the wall for trying to do so. Brook's eyes widened behind the sunglasses as she stared up at him, a mixture of surprise, shock, and admiration at his speed in them.<br><br>She held onto him, though, grabbing his arm and staying close, half hidden behind Deacon as the guard sputtered and choked slightly from the impact.<br><br>When he let her go, she was almost disappointed. She was hardly experienced, as far as relationships and men were concerned, but... Deacon was the first man in such physical prime that she'd ever had the chance to lay hands on.<br><br>Brook stuck her tongue out at the guards, then ran to catch up with him. "I think the rookie cop is about to piss his pants, you scared him so much," she said conversationally. Then, abruptly switching topics, she continued their previous conversation, before they'd gotten interrupted. "Can you ask her for me, please? If I have down time during the day or something, I'd like to learn. Though..." And now she blushed, wondering if she wasn't being too entirely bold. "Though, maybe somewhere a little less open at first, than the stages at the City."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 06:45:56</strong>
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				"He'll most likely quit after today," Deacon replied, laughing. He noticed something, then. Brook was walking much closer to him than before, their arms brushing every once in a while. He liked it. <br><br>When she asked him about the dancing, he stalled for a moment. <br><br>"Well... there's a pole and small stage in my room -My brother's idea of a present- that you can use until you feel comfortable enough to try the real stage. Even then, I'd suggest during the week you go out. As you saw last night, the lines between stripper and... 'friend' get blurry up there on the weekends," he said, his voice soft so no one else in the crowded store would hear. "I'll talk to her when we get back to the City. She'll agree. She owes me for getting her off the streets," he added then, smiling down at Brook as he through an arm around her shoulder, hugging her.<br><br>"You know, I think you'll fit in just fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 08:59:59</strong>
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				As they walked, Brook noticed with a pang that the regular shoppers gave them a wide berth, eyes narrowed and mouths bent to a friend's ear as they whispered and gossiped about the tattoo-clad gang punk and the pretty girl walking with him. At first, it stung; she was still basically the same person she had been a few weeks ago, albeit with a drastic change in her appearance and an equally drastic change in her family fortune. She never knew how harsh it was to be judged from her appearance alone. Just because she looked - and was - a part of a gang, these people didn't want anything to do with her.<br><br>But after she dwelled on it for a bit, she realized that she didn't care as much as she thought she would.<br><br>"A pole and a stage - in your room?" Brook repeated, startled, a little louder than she intended to. Some passing strangers gave her a weird look; she raised an eyebrow and stared until they looked away. She returned her attention to Deacon, blushing when she recalled the... very wild activities that had been going on in the main room last night. "I wouldn't want to... disturb you if you need to work," she quickly interjected. "As much as I'd love to learn, I really don't know how good I would be starting out. I'd probably look like an awkward stick," she mourned.<br><br>When he wrapped one arm around her shoulder Brook looked up, startled, right before she hissed as his arm clapped right on top of her stitches. She grimaced, but managed a weak smile at his encouragement. "I should be thanking you for not offing me the first chance you got. And if I'm going to be a Youngblood..." This trip, if anything else, was proof of her acceptance; Deacon already saw her as one of them, and he protected her, just as his giving her his ring proved. She twisted it around her finger thoughtfully, then finished the rest of the sentence.<br><br>"I want to at least be a really sexy Youngblood." Brook, who was now craning her head to make sure she had found the right store, might as well have said it in the same tone as, <em>I want to eat a sandwich for lunch</em>. Before he could respond, she dragged him into XO Chic.<br><br>The store displays were filled with a mix of grungy-vintage rocker looks, relatively mild clubbing wear, and feminine, half-sporty-half-sexy clothes that would work well for the look she wanted to have among the Youngbloods. Standing in the doorway and considering her options, she looked up at Deacon, tilting her head back so their eyes met over the edge of her (purloined) sunglasses. "Are you still afraid I'm going to run?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 14:44:07</strong>
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				"My room is big, you won't be bothering me. And if I have work to do, it's definitely not happening in my room. One thing you learn while you go is your room is your sanctuary away from gangland," Deacon replied, laughing as she stumbled over the thought of a personal stripper stage in his room. <br><br>He inwardly wished he hadn't had to do it, but she had to get used to pain like this. "Sorry, but you're going to have to live with this kind of pain. Not that we get such a bad wound all the time, but it happens enough. You will eventually get shot, and it's going to hurt. You need to be prepared for that," he whispered, below the audible ears of the shoppers around them.<br><br>"Well poledancing <em>is</em> sexy," he commented halfhandedly. He then let go of her, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked in to XO Chic with her. "If you ran here, you'd be dead. All around here is Yorick's territory. They keep away from the plazas, but the residential areas? Lined with them. They're the more sophisticated type you see in the old gangster movies, but trust me, they see those colours, you're as good as dead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 16:18:00</strong>
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				"Don't laugh! It's... it's not as if it's the usual thing, to have a pole-dancing pole and stage in your room," she said indignantly, a little softer to avoid the strange looks from the mall-walkers. Brook didn't need a mirror to tell her that she was blushing, and blushing hotly; to deflect attention away from her embarrassment, she examined a random top hanging on a rack.<br><br>"Well, I wasn't planning on running," she offered. "And it wasn't that painful, the shoulder." It was a flat-out lie, but Brook smiled up at him, before turning back to the rack of clothes. She shifted some of the hangers, pretending not to notice the cashier staring at her with goggle-wide eyes.<br><br>Delighted, Brook pulled out several garments with a critical eye, then pulled several pieces off the rack and nearby shelf. Temptingly short patterned shorts, simple tank tops, and other things that could be layered over both were folded over her good arm as she walked down the aisle of clothes. Passing by a jewelry case filled with a variety of cartilage piercings, earrings, and navel piercings, Brook paused, her eyes lingering on the case before she moved on towards some of the other clothes.<br><br>"What do the girls at the City wear when they're pole dancing?" Brook stopped and turned around to wait for an answer. The cashier, who'd heard the question in the empty store, spit out her water, and coughed, ducking into the back room; blinking at the spectacle, Brook's eyes returned to Deacon, trusting and innocent. "I mean, you must know, right, since you live there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 23:12:55</strong>
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				"Right," Deacon said, unconvinced, as she said the shoulder wasn't hurting. Right after, she was in shopping mode, expertly going though the racks of clothes, pulling item after item after item from the rack to hang from her arm. Some of the clothes caught Deacon's eye more than others; a very short pair of shorts, a thin tank top with just a large enough V-neck to show a hint of cleavage when worn, and other such items. He stayed in the main isles just behind her as he watched her swerve in and out of the racks all along the aisle.<br><br>She rejoined him in the main aisle after she had collected a large enough collection of clothes, and they began walking to the change rooms down the way when they passed the jewelery counter, where she slowed down, examining a number of piercings. <br><br>"Something catch your eye?" he asked her, looking at the case she was studying, seeing a number of very intriguing bully-button piercings. "You don't have a naval piercing," he commented from over her shoulder, offhandedly. <br><br>It was only a momentary delay, however, before she began walking toward more clothing. <br><br>Deacon glanced at the cashier behind the jewelery counter as she floundered before ducking in to the back room, amused at her old-ways thinking. But then he turned back to Brook, biting his lip again before answering.<br><br>"Well, it depends. Some women where costumes; Nurse or School-Girl for example. Most often, though, they simply where lingerie of various sorts, from full out garter, corset, stalkings and the like, to nothing more than a thong and shear bra," his eyes were peculiarly intense as he spoke to her, his eyes flicking hesitantly to Brook's chest, bare stomach, and everywhere else, much to the annoyance of Deacon's higher functions. Coughing to detract the attention of his ogling, he looked to a ridiculously priced watch to hide his uncomfortableness.<br><br>"Regardless," he said at length, "if you're looking for that sort of thing, Victoria's Secret is a better bet than here." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:14:01</strong>
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				At the piercings, Brook took one last tempted gaze before she moved on, a little regretfully. "Well- yes, but like you said, I don't have a navel piercing," she admitted, trying not to blush when she saw his glance inevitably slide down her bare stomach. Some of the bars sparkled invitingly under the case's internal lights; Brook swallowed, then moved on, trying to pretend disinterest enough that Deacon wouldn't get any ideas.<br><br>It was easy enough to bring up images of 'sexy nurse and schoolgirl' costumes into her head at Deacon's mention; but when he mentioned lingerie, and his eyes slid down her front again, Brook shoved the substantial pile of clothing at him, blushing profusely as she grabbed a couple of random items off the top.<br><br>Still, even embarrassed and blushing and at a loss of what to do and say (for all of his body art, Deacon was still a man, and an older one at that; Brook wasn't so experienced that she could remain unaffected by someone as admittedly good-looking as him... well... undressing her with his eyes), Brook couldn't be rude. Not that she wanted to; part of her jumped gleefully, happy to have the chance to dress up and show off to somebody. "...Well, you're here anyway, so you can tell me which ones look the best."<br><br>The fact that the 'dressing rooms' were nothing more than stalls separated from the main store by a simple curtain made it easy for Brook to go in and out, quickly. She was a skilled shopper - each outfit took less than a minute to wriggle, snap, or tug into place. None of the items were too skimpy or meant to tease: Brook hadn't picked anything that showed too much skin, and everything covered the proper areas, and a bit more besides. With an expert's eye, Brook discarded some garments that had seemed perfectly likeable (usually the ones that draped or showed off curves that she wasn't sure she would want to flaunt in the streets), leaving the pile of 'to buy' clothes sizable, but hardly a fortune's worth in stitched cloth.<br><br>The last outfit, Brook particularly liked, she decided in the fitting room. As with most of the others, she had bared her belly again, unashamed of showing off the toned contours of her lean body. The top was a black cotton turtleneck covering her bust, with a tear-drop shaped opening over her collarbone; she had paired it over black short-shorts with thin white pinstripes, just this side of decent. Without her boots on, her legs looked impossibly long, slender but not without lean muscles under her soft skin; and worse still, when she bent fully at the waist and grasped her ankles, Brook thought she could see the edges of her black panties from underneath.<br><br>She flung the curtain open, a mildly conflicted frown on her face. "I've already chosen a lot of shorts to buy, though," she said reluctantly, stepping out of the stall, but still twisting and turning so she could see herself in the mirror. A group of shoppers who had dared enter the shop in the meantime paused to stare admiringly at her long legs.<br><br>To make up for the lack of color, Brook had thrown on orange and red accessories that marked her as a Youngblood, starting with a couple of colored belts. She needed to ask Deacon for more bandannas when they got back, she decided. "What do you think? It's kind of similar to the rest..."<br><br>Which it was; only Brook had unwittingly chosen the hottest for last, making it painfully obvious that former city girl or not, the Youngbloods' latest recruit was undeniably sexy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 01:13:19</strong>
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				Deacon accepted his task solemnly, sitting in a simple wooden chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he gave his opinion on the various outfits, ranging in a many variations of warm and cool colours. One thing he learned from Brook that day was that she liked her legs, and she liked her stomach. To be frank, so did Deacon. She wasn't all hourglass curves and fake tits. She was natural, with long, slinky legs that Deacon found he was starring at first and foremost when she came out in a new outfit. With this newest outfit, Deacon's eyes did a sort of slowed down yo-yo, starting at her long legs (made longer by the shortest pair of shorts she had chosen so far), moving to her bare midriff where he saw the hint of her abs pressing against her creamy skin, up to the tear drop opening on her collarbone, which showed just enough cleavage to draw an appreciative glance.<br><br>He smiled to himself as she twisted and turned, her legs flexing as she did so, also allowing him a few of her tight butt -did the pinstripes make it look slightly bigger?-. Deacon made a mental addendum; Brook liked her three best assets, legs, stomach, and ass. If she was embarrassed of his appraisal, he didn't care. She wanted his opinion, he was going to give it. <br><br>"Best one yet," he grinned, standing up. "But we're still getting cold-snaps up here. As great as you look, I don't need you getting hypothermia. I picked up this when you were deciding what to keep," he said, pulling out a beautiful brown leather coat, with a hem around the lower thigh, lined with supple fur and a fur collar. "I hope you're not a PETA activist," he joked, opening the coat for her. "Try it on."<br><br>By now three of the braver men in the store had stopped to watch the little fashion show. Deacon had let them stay, only because he didn't feel like fighting. They had murmured to each other at each outfit, but nothing harmful was spoken, as far as Deacon could here. But then one of there friends had come up to see what his friends were doing. When he saw Brook he wolf-whistled, laughing at his friends before making some obscene gesture. From Deacon's position, it looked like he was quite drunk. How he stumbled in to the Madison Building, he didn't know.<br><br>Turning toward the men, Deacon eyed down each one, resting on the drunk, before shifting his hip, the hilt of a concealed knife moving visibly. After that, they quickly shut up, apologizing for their friend and hauling ass out of the store. "You sure you want to learn how to... 'dance'? You'll get old, drunk men picturing you doing much more," he warned as she slipped her arms in to the jacket, much against his penis's judgment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 01:47:24</strong>
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				"Best one?" She had to agree. The outfit made eyes travel up and down her body, especially her legs; Brook idly wondered if she could go on a shopping trip just for shoes next time, but for now she was content to wear her black suede boots, which her calves filled out perfectly. "Well, I suppose getting one more pair wouldn't hurt." She grinned - Brook was woman enough that she <em>liked</em> how she filled out the top, and the shorts. Her curves weren't particularly generous - she was actually quite small, all told, almost petite - but the huge expanses of bare skin, combined with the simplistic garments, helped to emphasize what she did have.<br><br>And, to be perfectly honest, Brook got a kick out of seeing Deacon stare. She felt a rush of pride when she asked his opinion, and there was a moment of pause as he scanned up and down before continuing.<br><br>"PETA activist?" A gurgle of laughter escaped Brook's throat as she slid her arms carefully through the sleeves of the coat, her eyes shining at how the leather draped around her body, especially at her hips. "Hardly. I'd rather be warm." Brook petted the furry collar, brushing her cheek against it.<br><br>Brook hadn't noticed her 'admirers' until the wolf whistle. She turned just in time to see the drunk make a crude gesture, and blushed, suddenly unsure of what to do.<br><br>Deacon did something. Brook blinked as the group disappeared as quickly as she assumed they'd appeared. With a slight shrug, she picked up the pile of clothes that she'd decided to purchase and had the cashier ring them up, including the ones on her person. "Well... I'm dancing for myself, not for 'old drunk men', as you say... And I could really care less what they fantasize about, as long as they don't try to get their hands on me."<br><br>Once all the other garments were folded up, put in bags, and paid for, Brook took them into her hands and thanked the cashier cheerfully, and followed Deacon out of XO Chic. "And if anything else... I can just picture myself dancing for hot guys, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:29:14</strong>
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				"That's what I thought," Deacon replied after the four men skittered off, smoothing out the crinkle of the leather over her shoulders, making sure not to aggravate her wound this time. His eyes made a quick journey to her ass, seeing the coat flare off her hips, hugging her body. "Fits perfectly," he commented. <br><br>The bill was atrocious at 800 dollars (although 600 was spent on the coat), but Deacon made no qualms as he pulled out the wad of bills, handing the cashier the money, Brook collecting the bags.<br><br>Deacon's eyes darkened for a moment. "If they try and touch you, they're dead. That ring means a lot in the Youngbloods," he stated, looking at her, wrapped in the coat. "It's a symbol of protection and devotion. When a gang member wears one, it's guaranteed they will be protected, and will never be without friends. It's a bit more intimate when a woman is given one, thought." That same face, strange, contemplative. It was a signal of his inner struggle with his being. At the moment, that face meant Brook. <br><br>Shaking it away, he sighed, glad to be out of that store.<br><br>His relief was soon shattered as he saw the guards running away from them rapidly. This in itself wouldn't have been utterly shocking, but the fact there were customers quickly abandoning their shopping to follow suit alerted Deacon to something horribly wrong. Whirling around to look in the direction of the sudden screams, he cursed, seeing the blue-tanned matching suits running toward them from the elevators, each with a yellow silk handkerchief in their breast pocket.<br><br>"Fuck! Run," he growled, grabbing Brook's arm and pulling her along, not slowing as she stumbled, eventually matching his pace. Letting her go, he saw the little glass sign pointing to the stairs, at which he gestured as he banked sharply, running down the stairs. Looking back, he cursed, Brook's boots not functioning well on the slick floor. Meeting her, he grabbed and tossed her on to his back, her arms clasped around his neck while he grabbed on to her legs.<br><br>"Cartel. They must have gotten a call from someone who recognized me," he yelled back at her, grinning in despite of it all, as Brook still had the bag of clothes in her hand. To be fair, he wouldn't have dropped them either, if they were his. <br><br>They were rapidly descending the stairwell now, already on the second floor, before the Cartel goons burst through the top floor door, trying to take chase after them. By the time they were on the third floor, Deacon was bursting through the garage door, putting Brook down, hoping she could get traction on the asphalt as he grabbed the keys from his pocket, using the remote ignition to start the muscle bound car.<br><br>The entire time he made sure he was in between them and Brook, shielding her from a clear shot. It was a good thing to, as just as they made it to the car, the Cartel burst through the far door, immediately firing blind at them, pistols and SMG's biting in to the side of his car. His hand was on the door handle when the bullet pierced his left arm, another one biting in to his shoulder. Cringing at the flood of white hot pain, he pulled the door open and crawled in side, shutting it, his foot on the peddle as soon as he was sure Brook was in as well. <br><br>Squealing tires and gun fire filled the garage as the car peeled out and away from the men, who chased on foot. Hitting the ramp to the surface, the car was thrown in to the air before landing hard on her nose, crushing the front bumper as Deacon fought for control, finding it and flying down the street, narrowly dodging two young girls and a hotdog stand as he sped away from the ritzy Madison Building. A building he had thought was safe. Obviously, he was wrong.<br><br>When he was sure they had lost any possible pursuers, he slowed down, fighting the pain in his left arm, which was now wet and red with blood, sitting limply at his side. <br><br>"<em>Fuck!" <strong>Fuck!"</strong></em> he cried, resting his head against the headrest, panting as he drove the car as quickly as he could safely do back to the City. <br><br>Turning to Brook, he managed a smile, despite the sweat that was now dripping from his brow. "You manage to keep the bag?" he joked, looking at the bag held in white knuckled hands. Laughing weakly, he sighed. "You alright?" he asked again, this time deadly serious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:16:45</strong>
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				Brook realized that something was horribly wrong almost as soon as Deacon did, though she didn't understand why until she saw gang colors. She might not have been part of a gang when she had wandered the streets of King's City, floating from friend to friend or finding her own squat to sleep nights in, but it didn't take a person long to recognize colors that could get you killed.<br><br>She stumbled after Deacon, but was soon able to match his pace, having been used to sprinting away from danger for the past few weeks. Brook did well enough on the carpeted flooring of the mall, but once they hit the stairwell, she had to slow down just to keep herself upright and balanced as they clattered down the stairs. She squealed in surprise when he hauled her against him, but clung tightly to Deacon as he continued his mad dash down the stairs.<br><br>Once in the garage, Brook hit the ground running. She heard gunshots, but didn't look back; she had just tossed the shopping bags into the back of the car and buckled herself into her seat when Deacon peeled out of there with a loud screech of burning rubber.<br><br>Concern was written all over her face as they sped away, though some relief eased the lines on her forehead when she realized Deacon had slowed the car slightly, less a mad dash for escape and more a speedy drive towards safety. It was strange; he wouldn't have taken her to someplace unsafe, but he hadn't seemed to expect Cartel members to chase them out of Madison Building. Frowning, about to ask him the flood of questions threatening to spill from her lips, she turned to look at him - and exclaimed in dismay when she saw blood running down his left arm.<br><br>"You're hurt!" Brook tugged on the safety belt, giving herself enough room to lean over and attempt to examine his arm. Since it was on his far side, she could do little more than touch the blood; after a little wriggling to get her legs underneath her, she managed to get herself halfway into his lap (ignoring any protests or insistence that she get back into her seat before she killed them both). It was enough to let her see that he'd been injured twice; snapping at him to let her be when he tried to move her again, Brook tied her bandanna off on his arm to slow the bleeding of the arm wound. They wouldn't be able to do anything for the shoulder wound until they got back to Solomon's City.<br><br>"I did manage to keep the bags, but that's a pretty hefty price to pay for a few new changes of clothing for me," she said softly, completely serious. She wasn't sure if she should feel guilty that her protector had gotten hurt, or relieved that they'd escaped relatively easily. "But I thought the building was a neutral area. The way my friends explained it, large department stores like that are neutral; it's just the streets outside that get claimed as gang territory."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:00:12</strong>
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				Deacon groaned in protest as Brook climbed in to the bucket seat with him, sitting on his right thigh as she did a gang bandage to the wound on his upper arm. The way she was sitting in his lap, she had to lean against his naked torso, or else she'd eliminate his ability to control the gas. His arm was also wrapped around her back to reach the wheel. He was effectively hugging her to him. <br><br>By now his face was deathly pale, the red and orange bandanna quickly stained with his blood as he fought for every last bit of strength, egging the damaged car on. They had just crossed the Ford Bridge in to Pembroke, and with that Deacon felt he could take a moment to breath. Pulling in to an alley, he shut off the engine, leaning back, in to the seat. <br><br>"No, don't move," he said, weekly, when Brook made a motion to get in to her seat. Instead he let go of the wheel and let his arm rest around her. "Please. It... it keeps me focused."<br><br>He was silent then, his eyes closed, as he simply gathered strength, focusing on the proximity of Brook to him, using her as an anchor. "Madison Building <em>was</em> neutral. There wasn't any gang activity for five blocks all around last time we checked. If I had known it would have put you in danger..." He let the sentence hang, breathing heavily as he squeezed Brook. "But at least they were nice clothes."<br><br>"Think you can drive the rest of the way?" he asked, turning on the car, putting Brook's hands on the wheel. "It's only seven minutes away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:19:38</strong>
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				"If there's gang activity in what's supposed to be a neutral zone, then there's been some kind of change in the power dynamic," she murmured, acutely aware of how heavily he was breathing, and how close their bodies were. She shifted in his lap, moving so that she could examine his wounds again. With gentle fingers, she rose above him in the seat, careful to distribute her weight so she wasn't unintentionally hurting him. With the car stopped, it was easier to clean up more of the blood with the edge of the bandanna.<br><br>Brook checked his pulse by placing two fingers at his neck. It was slightly erratic, but it was steady enough. He would live, but they needed to get back to safety, and a doctor.<br><br>When asked if she could drive, she hesitated, then nodded. "If you can stay lucid enough to brake and use the gas pedal, I can." Brook squirmed around in the seat until she was facing forward, kneeling and straddling his right leg easily. Her bare thighs were flush against his, the heat of his body warming her bottom and legs even through his jeans and her shorts. Seated this way, he would be able to see past her body as she directed the car.<br><br>"Are you sure you're okay?" She squirmed a little on top of him, frowning worriedly. "Should I call ahead first, or..?"<br><br>When he stepped down gently on the gas, Brook gave up on her attempts at conversation and concentrated on following his directions for the drive back to Solomon's City, her palms sweating and nervous at how pale Deacon's face was. Upon parking outside the club, Brook scrambled out carefully, calling for Deacon's friends from last night to help him out of the car and inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:59:25</strong>
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				"I'll be fine. <em>You'll</em> be fine, don't worry," he said quietly, pressing lightly on the gas, the car easing forward. If he wasn't so strained with his wounds, he would have enjoyed this immensely. As it was now, he couldn't focus his attention between the road and Brook's body against his. His Right arm rested on the clutch, shifting gears as needed, as he made it to the City.<br><br>Practically lurching out of the car, Brook began yelling for help. Jacky was the first one to see what the commotion was, and swore before rushing over to the car when he saw Deacon slumping out the door, trying to stand. <br><br>"What the fuck happened?" he barked at Brook, Moneyclip rushing out a second later to support Deacon's other side. <br><br>"If this is your fault, you're dead," Money accused, glaring at her before rushing in. <br><br>"No, Money, it's not her fault. Don't... don't blame her," Deacon managed to say, loud enough for all of them to hear it. <br><br>Nodding in silent acceptance, Money and Jacky hurried him to the Doctor's office, Brook trailing behind them, as the Doctor's eyes widened and he got the needed equipment. <br><br>"My god, Kilgore, what did you do?" he asked, more to fill the silence. He was busy cleaning the wounds, focusing on the shoulder, turning Deacon on to his stomach. After he was sure it was clean enough, he made the incision, and extracted the bullet. Cleaning it again, he filled the wound with gauze to stop the bleeding, before stitching it up hastily. After the immediate danger was over, the Doctor allowed himself to breath in relief.<br><br>"Alright. The bad one is good. It'll be a bitch for the next few weeks, but he'll be fine. It managed to graze the shoulder blade, but it didn't do any major damage. Nothing we should waste a cast on," the Doctor smiled, letting Deacon sit up. Already colour was returning to his face. "What happened, man?"<br><br>Deacon waited a moment, collecting himself, before looking at Money, Jacky, and the Doc. He couldn't see if Brook was there too. Those three were crowded around him. "Cartel. They came and busted us at the Madison Building. I don't know why, but they're moving in to swallow up the neutral territories. Jacky, go call Def Con. He'll want to know. Tell him everything."<br><br>Johnny nodded, rushing out of the room to contact the Boss. "Money, I'm fine. Go get the car. I'm afraid I wrecked it getting away. Sorry, mate."<br><br>"That's fine, man," Money replied, smiling as he pushed out of the room. Which left only Deacon, Brook, and the Doctor. <br><br>"Alright, that's the final bullet," the Doctor declared, the clink of metal in the pan marking his words true. After a quick stitch, Deacon was as good as new... almost.<br><br>"Doc, can you leave us alone?" Deacon asked, motioning to Brook. <br><br>"Uh, sure."<br><br>Then they were alone. Deacon moved over on the table, leaving room for Brook. It was clear he wanted her to sit. There had to be the inevitable talk. The reality of her life had just been shown to her. "Are you alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:14:07</strong>
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				Brook stayed out of the way as the doctor extracted the bullets from Deacon's shoulder. She tried not to hover, but it was hard not to be worried, especially when she saw the doctor cut open Deacon to extract the small metal cylinder that had lodged in his body. She blanched, but managed to keep the contents of her stomach, in her stomach. She was hardly used to seeing blood and mangled bodies, but her first week on the streets had hardened her considerably to life in the underbelly of King's City.<br><br>She wondered, briefly, if this really was better than dying. Getting chased by rival gangs - getting shot at, and fleeing just to live. By becoming a Youngblood, she had become a valid target, not just a stray street urchin.<br><br>Blinking out of her thoughts, Brook looked up, stiffening a little when she saw Deacon watching her. She relaxed, only then realizing that everyone had left, having been assigned a task from Deacon.<br><br>"Am I alright?" The young woman had removed her coat earlier when she'd washed her hands of Deacon's blood. He obviously wanted her to sit; Brook scooted backwards onto the table, mindful of her shoulder, and toyed with the bloody bandanna she had tied around Deacon's arm earlier. "Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be? You were the one who got hurt," she answered with a nervous swallow. He'd already asked her twice - and she figured he probably had a reason.<br><br>"Do you think I regret it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:46:26</strong>
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				"I've been shot many times before. Once right here," Deacon responded, pointing to the X shaped scar on his left pectoral, just above his heart. "I almost died from that. This was nothing.<br><br>"But you were shot at by people fully intending to kill you. That's not something you can easily get around. So, yea, I think you have all the logic on your side to think you regret it. But I don't think you do. I think, in your heart, you've found something you can latch on to. Something that'd give you a sense of purpose. It's the same case in so many of the people around here," Deacon replied, turning to face her on the table, placing his good hand over the bandanna. "I don't want you to feel like you've made the biggest mistake of your life."<br><br>Sliding off the table, Deacon stood in front of Brook, smiling, his left arm resting at his side. Then he was wrapping her in his good arm, holding her tight to him. "I hope you don't. I hope you feel you've done something right. And just remember, that ring means I'll be there to protect you."<br><br>He held her there for a good long moment, before loosening his grip and backing off. "Want to sit? Have a drink? I think we could both use one at this point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:55:27</strong>
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				She squeaked as he wrapped her up in a tight hug, a little embarrassed, but gingerly reached up to return the embrace, blinking back some hot tears in her eyes. Brook hadn't expected to find any kind of friends or family after she'd lost her own. Having lost her parents, being on the receiving end of this kind of protection made a warm knot in her stomach and chest.<br><br>"Have a drink? I could use a drink," she said amiably, scooting off the table so she could trail Deacon out of the Doctor's office. The main room of Solomon's City was empty, like it had been when they'd left that morning; this time, though, the floors and booths had obviously been swept and cleaned. It looked like a normal club.<br><br>Brook followed Deacon to the bar, but hesitated when she was asked what she wanted. She didn't want to admit that aside from a few glasses of wine at the dinner table with her parents, she'd never actually drunk alcohol before, let alone drunk the likes of beer, vodka, or gin. She'd been the odd duck at school, and had happily assumed the role of DD whenever the question of drivers came up.<br><br>"Er... I'll have whatever you're having," she said quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:22:57</strong>
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				Deacon and Brook were the only two in the main room, aside from the lone janitor, and Slapstick, the bartender. He was always there, it seemed. He seemed worried at the stitching and gauze on Deacon's arm, but waved it off as he pulled out to glasses. He'd seen Deacon with much worse before. <br><br>"So, love, what'll it be?" he asked, cheerfully. He could see the hint of red eyes from rowdy tears. He was an older man, probably around 45, with graying hair. Handsome, it that distinguished manner, he actually kind of looked like Sean Connery. <br><br>Deacon laughed when Brook floundered, looking to him for guidance. "Rye and Coke," Deacon told Slapstick, leaning toward Brook, whispering so only she could here. "See, I told you the ring works," he said, tapping the skull on her finger. "Keep that on, and you'll be golden."<br><br>When the drinks came, Deacon clinked glasses with Brook, downing half his drink in one go, putting it down on the coaster. He laughed at Brook's face, and the near full glass she put down a second later. <br><br>"Oh my god, DEACON HONEY! What happened?"<br><br>It was a wail, high pitched and oozing with woman. Swerving in his stool, Deacon was met with a face full of Vicky, the hour-glass blond running to him, mother worry written all over her face. When she was sure he was fine, she wrapped him in a huge hug, her white fur coat engulfing him as he supported her with his right arm, hissing when she grazed his stitches.<br><br>"You're right, it doesn't hurt that much," Deacon whispered to Brook through blond hair. Vicky held on a good moment longer, before she let Deacon put her down. It was then Brook got her first real look at Deacon's friend and her soon to be teacher. Tall, all soft curves, with large, pendulous breasts and a round, bouncy ass. In point, she was every guys wet dream. Yet, there didn't seem to be any underlying attraction between Deacon and Vicky. Just a deep seated friendship. "Vicky, how was Hawaii?"<br><br>"Oh Deacon it was amazing! So many hot guys, and the islands were gorgeous!" she squealed, and then it may have become obvious why there wasn't an attraction. She was the kind of girl who didn't fight. She simply went with the flow and let others do for her. She used her body to get what she wanted. <br><br>"I bet, what about the girls?" he asked, laughing easily with her. <br><br>"Oh, there were plenty of them too. Even tried out a few. Hawaiian women have this thing they can do with their tongue- Oh, who's this?" Vicky suddenly piped, turning to regard Brook, almost the polar opposite of Vicky. <br><br>"Brook, meet Vicky. Vicky, meet Brook. Newest member of the Youngbloods," Deacon introduced, looking to Brook to make sure she wasn't too overwhelmed. <br><br>Leaning in to Vicky's main of blond hair, he whispered something in to her ear, to which her eyes opened, looking to Deacon for confirmation, before she turned back to Brook. This time, she had a much different look about her. A look of appraisal. <br><br>"She's different..." she said at length, resting her chin in her hand. "Men like different. She'll do great, if she can get the moves down."<br><br>Reaching out to grasp Brook's hand in greeting, Vicky smiled. "Nice to meet you, Brook. -Oh, Deacon, what's this?" she asked in surprise, more so than when she first saw Brook. She was talking about the ring. "Silver, ruby inset. No doubt about it, this is your ring... I thought you said she was new?"<br><br>Deacon was silent then, as if struck by some invisible hand. "She is new, Vicky. She's also not from the streets. Well, not originally. I gave it to her for protection. I can't have some of the fucks Johnny lets in this gang think they can do whatever they want with her." Deacon's voice was much different, now. Incredibly serious, his eyes, near red, locked to Vicky's sky blue eyes. She didn't waver, though. Behind the carefree exterior, Vicky was strong. <br><br>"Babe, you're probably the luckiest girl in this damn city," she said at length, subdued. Shaking out of her contemplation, she sat down beside Deacon, waving Slapstick over to order a Sex on the Beach. Such a Vicky drink. <br><br>Smiling over to Brook, she asked the question. "So when do you want to start the lessons?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 11:26:12</strong>
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				Brook took the drink from the bartender with a nod and a murmur of thanks, looking down at the mixed drink with a flutter of misgiving. Did she really want to drink? Surely Deacon wouldn't care either way; he seemed to accept without a qualm that she had a whole ton less experience on the streets than he did, so he probably wouldn't care if she declined the drink... right?<br><br>Before she could speak up and change her mind, the older man set down two glasses for the both of them. Brook took it, staring it down like a tough math problem, but clinked glasses with Deacon, murmuring a soft "cheers" before taking a sip.<br><br>The glass had not even touched her lips when she watched (with a mixture of fascination and horror and awe) as Deacon downed his glass without even a second pause. He wasn't outrageous, but... he was definitely a shock factor, in and of himself.<br><br>Brook attempted a sip of the rye and Coke.<br><br>"Wh- That doesn't even <em>taste</em> good!" The slight whine was good-natured, and a little playful; Brook complained a little bit, but she took another sip, savoring the bitter aftertaste, and especially the way it warmed her belly as the liquid burned its way down her throat when she swallowed a little too fast.<br><br>"It's an acquired taste, darling," the bartend chuckled, his laugh bringing another rosy blush to Brook's cheeks. She was about to offer him a rude suggestion, but her voice was drowned out by a high-pitched, feminine wail that made her pause just long enough to see Deacon get swallowed up by a white monster.<br><br>It took Brook a moment to pick out the blonde hair from the white fur, though she was still rather speechless at the very friendly way that the blonde beauty was clinging to Deacon. She was even more speechless that Deacon, a sharp and hardened individual if she'd ever met one, was returning the hug, smiling and relaxed as he tried to convince her that he was okay.<br><br>She'd seen glimpses of his gentler character that day, but certainly not to this degree. <em>So Deacon can have that kind of face, too...</em> <br><br>All thoughts of this new side of Deacon were wiped clean away when she got her first good look at Vicky. <em>Gods... she's so gorgeous!</em> She possessed the kind of body that Brook wanted to liken to "goddess-like."<br><br>She swallowed, blushing as she let her eyes scan the woman's frame a few times, before getting drawn back to Vicky's generous bosom. She liked her own body, of course - Brook wasn't outstandingly tall, but she was willowy and graceful, lean and lithe rather than soft and curvaceous. But it was probably by virtue of their being opposites that she couldn't help but envy for a small moment. Only when she heard the tenor of Deacon's and Vicky's friendly conversation change, did Brook drag her attention back just in time to hear Deacon introducing them.<br><br>All too aware that both Vicky and Deacon had caught her staring, Brook flushed, rubbing her hot cheeks as she slid off her stool and stuck out her hand shyly. The target of her admiration didn't seem perturbed in the slightest; Brook didn't even want to see what Deacon was thinking. "I'm Brook." She flashed a small smile, relaxing a little when she saw Deacon glancing her way. It was almost an alien feeling, being taken care of. Brook wondered if she would be able to get used to it, Deacon watching after her in this rough-and-tumble gang-dominated life.<br><br>About to relax at the optimistic appraisal of Brook as a potential pole dancer, the Youngblood blinked when Vicky suddenly took her hand, bringing it closer to her face. The ruby-eyed skull stared lifelessly back at Vicky - and when the dancer in turn turned to stare sharply at Brook, she couldn't help but squirm nervously, slightly confused at that strange expression. What was she supposed to say, when she didn't even fully understand what the ring itself meant?<br><br>Brook turned pleading eyes on Deacon, asking him to please explain it because she didn't know if she could. Just what was this ring? It almost seemed like there was some hidden, unspoken significance that she was missing.<br><br>"L-luckiest girl? Why do you say that?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, but Brook didn't try to take it back. When no answer was forthcoming, Brook made a face, but didn't continue to press the question. There were other ways of finding out. "Maybe after my shoulder finishes healing? The doctor told me it might take up to three weeks, but I'd love to learn basics before that."<br><br>"Though..." And now, Brook blushed a brilliant red again, wishing that she didn't embarrass so easily. How long would it be before she could walk into this club without blushing at the sight of women wrapped around the poles on the stages. Or at the sight of men and women freely having sex in the booths. "If I become good enough to dance here, I won't have to perform on weekends if I don't want to, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 22:53:18</strong>
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				"Darling, you've got the greatest guy I know looking after you. That's good reason to consider yourself lucky," Vicky replied, smiling brightly to Brook. Smiling, she shrug off the white coat, throwing it to Slapstick, who hung it on a rack behind the bar. Wheeling around, she leaned against the bar, her killer body fully displayed. She wore a simple black tank top with a swooping V-neck, her breasts threatening to spill out, and a pair of hot pink hotpants, cut incredibly high. Her white stiletto strap heels crawling up to her knees. <br><br>She looked puzzled at the peculiar question, before Deacon, catching that look, leaned in and whispered something in to Vicky's ear. Suddenly her eyes widened in understanding, mouthing a long 'oh'. She turned to Brook and gave her that same sweet, syrupy smile. <br><br>"Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Although, the weekends are the best time for business," she reasoned, crossing her legs. "They're also <em>really</em> fun when you find a hot guy," she added with a pointedly different kind of grin. Deacon picked up on it, smiling to himself, chuckling momentarily.<br><br>Vicky promptly slapped him across the chest. "Don't laugh. I know you like weekends as much as I do," she chided, giving him an evil look. <br><br>"Yea, but that was a long time ago, Vicky. Easy lays aren't nearly as fun anymore," he contemplated, waving to the bartender for another drink. He finished that as quick as the first one. He turned to Brook, seeing just how sensitive to sexuality she was. "Vick, when do you start work?"<br><br>"Hmm? Oh, I'm off until next weekend. A sort of vacation," she replied, thinking for a moment. "Why?"<br><br>"Teaching Brook the basics will give us both something to do while we're out of commission," Deacon replied, grinning lopsidedly at her.<br><br>She slapped him again, her hand running along his pecs. There was something about that touch. "I see your point. If it's fine with Brook, we can start right away? We going to use your room?"<br><br>Deacon nodded, "That's the plan."<br><br>Looking to Brook, Vicky smiled. By now, she could see she had a certain signature smile. "You up for it? We can start now, if you want. Might help distract you from this afternoon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 05:43:18</strong>
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				Brook smiled faintly, nodding and agreeing with Vicky's answer. Of course she didn't know how great Deacon was yet, but it was hard to disagree, especially considering what he <em>had</em> done for her since - was it only last night? - they'd met.<br><br>Settling back into her seat, she continued sipping carefully at her mixed drink, savoring the bite of the alcohol. It really was an acquired taste; even though it still wasn't what she would necessarily label <em>good</em> (she was, after all, a rich city girl; eating was one of her favorite pasttimes). When Vicky pulled off the white coat, Brook nearly spit out the part of the drink that was in her mouth. She really, <em>really</em> wasn't the jealous type, but the outfit itself was somewhat similar to a few of the ones she had tried out earlier, at the Madison, and Brook couldn't help but do a mental comparison of the two images in her head. Vicky filled out the shorts and the tank top in a way that Brook's figure would never be able to, so Brook took an extra moment to admire just how gorgeous she was.<br><br>No wonder the weekends were the best time of business for her. And if she wore even less...<br><br>Brook blushed and apologized when she choked on her drink again. The bartend asked if she was okay; she nodded weakly. "It's an acquired taste, right? I'll get used to it," she joked. The older man roared with laughter, especially when he caught Brook's sidelong glance towards Vicky. "You'll have lots of opportunity to get to know her, little lady, so don't go staring too much."<br><br>She blushed and clutched at her drink like a lifeline. At least if she had something in her hand and looked like she was pre-occupied, she would be less likely to be made fun of.<br><br>Asked if she wanted to start right then, Brook blinked, then considered it. Nervous butterflies suddenly started floating around insistently in her stomach, making her wish that she could be a little braver than this about... sexuality. It wasn't as if she was afraid of dressing sexy, or looking sexy; but it seemed that it was one thing to impress by showing off what she had, and quite another to flaunt her looks and try to provoke the wolf whistles deliberately.<br><br>"Can we start after I finish this drink? You and Deacon and catch up in the meantime," Brook suggested, a glow of anticipation lighting up her eyes. "And do I need to change? I'm sure the shorts will be fine, but maybe if I put on a tank top so I can have bare arms...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 06:10:18</strong>
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				Vicky noticed Brook's fascination with her body with a smile and a giggle, turned toward her and Deacon. She was used to stares of admiration, interest, and lust from women and men every since she started stripping and doing other things at the club. She loved her body, and she loved feeling good. It would no doubt be something Brook would have to get used to here, where expressing one's liberal sexuality wasn't considered bad character. <br><br>With that in mind, every movement Vicky made was meant to attract Brook's attention. A full fledged stripper of six years, she was an expert at making her body shake and bounce in the way she wanted. "Don't deprive the girl, Slapstick. I <em>am</em> sexy as hell, after all," she scolded, her smile painted on her lips. "Honey honey honey, that's a little stiff, don't you think? Why don't you try a much sexier drink," she mewed, sliding down her untouched Sex on the Beach. "It's delicious, honey."<br><br>"It's juice, Vicky. What's the point of drinking if you can't taste the bite?" Deacon retorted, turning around so he was also leaning against the bar. He seemed rather unfazed by Vicky's blatant jiggling and bouncing. Every breath was exaggerated, causing her chest to rise with her, and she made sure that her legs were always bouncing and crossing. "You need something like this after what happened today."<br><br>Vicky paused for a moment, stopping her mild exhibitionism, to look at Deacon with that motherly worry she had earlier. It eventually went away and she returned to bouncing and jiggling. "Maybe for you, but just because you like burning your throat with that shit doesn't mean Brook needs to. Drink up, babe. That's got enough alcohol to grease the gears for you. It'll limber you up for your first session."<br><br>She laughed at her question about her outfit. She smiled yet again, hopping up from her stool to stand in front of Brook, pulling her out of her own stool and twirling her around, examining her outfit, legs, and stomach. "Deadly sexy, babe. But yes, you'll want something with no sleeves, and a higher midriff. Something around here should be good," she said, grabbing the hem of Brook's black top and pulling it up until the bottom edge of her bra was just visible. "That's the perfect height," she grinned, running her left hand down Brook's stomach, tracing her abs. "Sexy and fit. You'll be perfect on the pole."<br><br>Meanwhile, Deacon sat against the bar, watching Vicky with an eyebrow cocked, looking to Brook and laughing as Vicky overwhelmed her with everything. "Now Vick, slow down a bit, or you'll scare her away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 07:06:38</strong>
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				Her eyes darting back and forth between Deacon, Vicky, and the bartender (Slapstick, she thought she'd caught Vicky calling him), Brook's drink was soon down to the last centimeters in the glass, when she was offered the blonde's... Sex on the Beach?<br><br>Curiously, Brook pulled the toaster towards her, glad to have something other than Vicky's bouncing and jiggling... everything. She was so overwhelmed, she'd even forgotten how to blush; but it was still mildly embarrassing to be caught staring so openly, so Brook used the straw in the drink to swirl it around. "What's in it, Slapstick?" She asked, pointing at the highball glass.<br><br>"Pineapple juice, vodka, peach schnapps, grenadine. Take a sip - like Deacon said, it's mostly juice, but you'll probably like the taste more than the other one."<br><br>Obediently, Brook sipped; she was surprised when she got a mouthful of something sweet and flavorful, instead of the bitter alcohol that she'd gotten in her first mouthful of her other drink.<br><br>"It's good," she said, surprised, then swallowed down more of the drink, her tongue flicking out to lick the excess juice from her lips.<br><br>"Of course it's good!" Slapstick grinned ferociously and begin mixing up another drink to replace Vicky's, which was rapidly being devoured by Brook. Once she'd gotten over the novelty of the rich color and taste, she returned to admiring Vicky a little less bashfully, blushing warmly but smiling (<em>and</em> holding her gaze) when Vicky winked at her.<br><br>"Limber me up? Well, it's not like I'm not flexible... I used to be a gymnast when I was in high school," she offered. That meant that she was, at a very minimum, flexible; but since Brook had also been an athletic sort in college, she definitely had muscles in her body that surprised those who thought she was just another pretty girl.<br><br>And then before she could take the last sip of the Sex on the Beach, Brook was pulled to her feet and twirled around. She squeaked in surprise when Vicky's hands traveled along her legs and stomach; and then protested with a loud, embarrassed "Vicky!" when the woman pulled the bottom hem of her top up, exposing several more inches of lean abs.<br><br>"Sexy?" Brook looked down at herself doubtfully, then at Vicky, looking more than slightly skeptical at the woman's pronouncement, professional or not. "But I'm not..." She couldn't bring herself to say the rest. When the others simply stared at her, waiting for her to finish, she pulled at her top. "I'm only a B-cup. And only just barely," she murmured uncertainly. "I'm not going to... well... I don't look anything like you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 14:45:50</strong>
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				"Oh bother, I'm just having fun," Vicky replied, verbally slapping away Brook's hand. She was still examining parts of Brook's firm body when Brook gave her a look. Vicky frowned at Brook, and so did Deacon. "Honey just because you've got tits-" emphasizing her heavy chest "-a soft ass- emphasizing her behind "-and a pornstars face doesn't mean that's all sexy is.<br><br>"Deacon's sexy, isn't he? Does he have big tits? -well, pecs don't count- But real tits? No. You're gorgeous, honey. My ass may be bigger, but yours is so tight." She was on a roll, spinning Brook around to face away from her, so she could examine her behind. "You could crack a walnut between those. How can you say you're not sexy? You're just a different brand. Ain't that right, Deacon?"<br><br>Deacon looked at her sharply, a secret grin only he saw on her lips. His eyes narrowed at her in understanding. "Yea, you are," he said at last, crossing his arms, cradling his injured left one. "You've got the body men wonder about. They see Vicky, and they think what she'd look like on her back, or with a dick between her tits. They see you, and they don't know what to think, they just know they want it. In ways, it's better that way."<br><br>"Exactly. You need more confidence, honey. That's what the alcohols for. Look, it's already gotten you past your little bout of shyness," she smirked, looking at Brook as her eyes were absorbed in to Vicky's cleavage. "So, want to start?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 16:05:27</strong>
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				Brook went all sorts of red as Vicky ignored her protests and continued touching and examining her body, all too conscious of Slapstick's grin and Deacon watching both of them. Reprimanded and scolded so thoroughly that she couldn't do anything but believe what they told her, she nodded obediently, still flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at the compliments.<br><br>"S-sure. Just let me go change first." She scurried away, face aflame as she fled up the stairs and back to the room she'd occupied the night before. Lined up at the foot of the bed were the several bags of clothes that she'd purchased from the store earlier; it took a bit of searching, but Brook managed to dig out an abbreviated tank top that she'd had the peace of mind to get along with the other sexy, more feminine garments. In a flurry of clothes, Brook stripped out of her new outfit and pulled on a pair of black hotpants along with the tank.<br><br>That done, she walked over to a mirror in the room, barefooted. She tried to look at her body through Vicky's eyes. "Tight ass." She touched herself, a slight frown between her eyes as she twisted, and squeezed experimentally. She'd done a whole lot of climbing and sprinting and running, recently; as Vicky had pointed out, her bottom was firm and tight, rather than soft and bouncy. Her hands slid up her front, smoothing along the wide expanse of hips, waist, and torso that was now exposed, before cupping her chest, again squeezing experimentally.<br><br>She still wasn't sure if she agreed that having smaller breasts didn't mean she wasn't just as sexy, but there really didn't seem a way she would be able to convince Vicky of that. <em>She's a professional, right? I'm sure she wouldn't lie to you just so you could feel a little better about yourself,</em> Brook chided herself.<br><br>Well, there was no point in dwelling on it. And here was her chance to learn how to be sexy! And pole dancing, at that. <em>If Mom and Dad were alive, they would be mortified,</em> Brook chuckled to herself as she walked back down the stairs.<br><br>"Is this okay?" She asked Vicky, a little breathless by the time she'd returned to the bar. Obligingly, she held out her arms and twisted, hopping a couple of times. Her chest bounced, gently, but the top was tight and held enough that Brook wasn't too embarrassed when Slapstick whistled and shouted some encouragement from the end of the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:47:41</strong>
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				The minute Brook had left, Vicky whirled to sit beside Deacon, touching his shoulder carefully. "Deacon, what are you doing?"<br><br>He looked at her for a moment, his eyes looking in to her own, trying to read the question. "What do you mean?" he asked at length.<br><br>"With Brook? You like her, a lot. What are you doing? She's not like the rest of us, you know. You've never dealt with someone like her before," Vicky pressed, leaning closer to Deacon, an intense need for an answer on her face.<br><br>Deacon sighed, wrapping his good arm around Vicky and hugging her. She returned the hug with both arms, craning her neck to look at him. "I don't know, Vicky. She's just taken me. I think that's the problem. She <em>is</em> different. I can't stop thinking about her. When the Cartel got to us at the Madison Building my heart was racing. I was so scared she would be hit, all I could think about was getting her to safety."<br><br>Vicky, her arms still wrapped around Deacon, looked at him with a heartfelt ache for him. "Oh, honey," she moaned, pulling him in to a hug, petting the back of his neck. "Don't worry about it. Just be Deacon Greenspring, and it'll solve itself. I've seen the way she acts around you. She sees something there that bugs her, just like you."<br><br>Breaking the hug, she smiled, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. "Now, Slap, two Wet Pussys (http://www.mixologyguide.com/component/option,com_mtree/task,viewlink/link_id,3417/Itemid,27/). One for me, one for Brook."<br><br>That got Deacon laughing and smiling, and Slapstick quickly whipped up the crewed drinks, putting them on the table. Just as Vicky was reaching for the drinks, Brook came rushing in, panting lightly, her chest rising and falling.<br><br>Vicky smiled, all pride and victory in her eyes as Brook twirled and hopped, her smaller breasts bounced along with her, just enough to be enticing. "See, you <em>are</em> sexy," Vicky boasted, putting down her drink, doing her closer visual inspection of the outfit, making sure her top wouldn't fall off in the middle of practice. After she was sure it was secure (which took a suspiciously long time), she stood back, looking over to Deacon. "Well, what do <em>you</em> think, tough man?"<br><br>Deacon, who had been lazing back against the bar, casually talking with Vicky, was now sitting rigid, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His eyes were glued to Brook, unable to decide where to look and trying to look at everything at the same time. He tore his eyes from her with some issue, glancing to Vicky, his eyes flicking to Brook often. "I think she doesn't give herself enough credit," he decided, at length, feeling the answer was satisfying enough, his eyes returning to Brook. <br><br>"Well, duh," Vicky mocked, before picking up the drinks, handing one to Brook. "Final drink and you're ready to go. It's one of my favourites," she smiled, a little devil glinting in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 04:29:11</strong>
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				Being praised by Vicky brought a happy flush to Brook's face. There was no cattiness or veiled sarcasm in the woman's voice, nor in her eyes and body; there was something truly genuine in her words, and in her appreciation for Brook's lean figure. It was nothing like the nice-but-not-really conversations that the daughters (and sometimes even wives) of other rich businessmen, politicians, and socialites engaged in, at dinner parties and gatherings.<br><br>Distracted, Brook had forgotten to be embarrassed or shy as Vicky turned her around and made her twist or move this way and that, sometimes making her give a little hop (and once or twice, was told to bend her limbs or body in ways that exposed her cleavage, pushed her breasts together, or stretched her shorts across her hips and ass) to test how her clothes would hold up.<br><br>Well, she'd forgotten to be embarrassed - until her eyes fell on Deacon. He was a far cry from his usual relaxed (if intensely forbidding) self, with his arms folded stiffly - and his eyes slowly roving up and down her body. Brook would have frozen, if it weren't for Vicky giving her instructions and moving her arms and legs; when Vicky asked Deacon what he thought, she really did freeze, blushing when their gazes crossed, and held. His eyes were guarded and unreadable; Brook didn't want to know what he could see in hers. She'd never been all that great at dissembling.<br><br>"Your favorite drink?" She asked doubtfully, holding it up and swirling it around in the glass. "Are you sure this isn't too much alcohol, Vicky? What is it, anyway?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 05:10:48</strong>
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				"I think Slap watered it down for you. He's an old gent like that," Vicky responded, sipping her own drink, eying Slapstick, who just shrugged his arms and moved to busy himself in the back room. "Thought so," she smirked, before turning back to Brook, cocking her head and smiling her smile. "It's Wet Pussy," she stated, as if it was absolutely obvious. <br><br>Deacon tried to stifle a chuckle at Brook's face, but failed miserably, only managing to snort before he burst in to laughter, Vicky following close behind. This was a set up if Brook ever did see one. It broke the tension in the air with an almost audible snap as Vicky paused her stifling laughter to down her drink, breathing in a heavy gush of air and exhaling in delight. This <em>really</em> caused her breasts to bounce this time in an uncontrolled movement, a hint of her nipple flashing before she hastily fixed it, still laughing lightly at Brook. <br><br>"Oh, honey, it's just a name. If it'll help, call it a Wet Cat," she managed between fits of giggles.<br><br>Deacon was still laughing hard, clutching his stomach as tears started forming in his eyes. After the events of the past 48 hours, a good laugh was something he really needed. When he finally managed to keep them under control, he looked at Brook, smiling, his eyes tinted red from laughter. He hoped he hadn't mortified her in his laughter. To ease any unease Brook may have developed, he got up, moving over to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder (missing her wound), bringing her in for a one armed bear hug.<br><br>"Thanks, I needed that," he said when he let her go, Vicky coming up and wrapping both her arms around Brook, her curves pressing against Brook. <br><br>"I just wanted to get a feel," she giggle, sticking out her tongue, a hint of alcohol blush evident on her cheeks. "But we need to focus, now. To Deacon's room!" she declared, moving out to the door and marching up in exaggerated stiffness to the room. Which left Deacon and Brook alone in the main room.<br><br>"You really do look great, you know. You'll do fine, I promise," he told her, his voice very mellow, all trace of laughter gone as he watched her, his eyes studying her face, her diamond nose, crystalline jaw and glittering eyes. This time, not even her body, clad in the most minimal amount of clothing he had ever seen her in (aside from the doctor's office. But there's a reason they call it a sterile room), could draw his eyes away from her's. "Come on, let's go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 05:39:07</strong>
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				"Watered it... well, okay, if you say so," Brook murmured, perching gingerly on the bar stool and beginning to sip the cocktail.<br><br>Hearing the name of the drink, she almost spit it back out; but when Vicky and Deacon both burst into laughter, Brook also couldn't stop herself from giggling, then laughing for the first time in... well, weeks. She had tears running down her cheeks by the time she could stop, and somehow, everything that had been on her shoulders - her father, the papers hidden in her backpack, her mother's suicide, losing her home, becoming homeless, almost getting killed (twice) in the past few days, joining a gang - all of it simply disappeared.<br><br>"It's okay," Brook managed weakly, taking the glass and downing the remainder in one long swallow. "If I'm running with the Youngbloods, I should probably learn not to blush with the name of every alcoholic drink served at the bar," she said, her cheeks glowing rosily from the alcohol. She wasn't drunk - or even tipsy - but it was clear that most of Brook's shyness had been wiped clean thanks to the alcohol.<br><br>Her attention shifted and rocked suddenly when Deacon hugged her; then it flipped over twice when Vicky suddenly enveloped her in a tight hug. Brook, finally at the receiving end of Vicky's soft curves, squeaked softly, but could only blink in fascination at how... lovely she was.<br><br>Brook watched her leave. And <em>she</em> was going to teach her how to pole dance? It was hard to imagine if she would ever be able to act like that.<br><br>Left alone with Deacon, Brook smiled, showing him a little bit of her nervousness as she tried to imagine herself dancing... pole dancing. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it - I'm just a little nervous about... well... trying to be sexy. Learning how to give men hardons just be dancing in front of them." She colored, but shook off some of her shyness and got up from the stool, beaming. "Where's your room?"<br><br>She followed him up the stairs, feeling more happy than she had in... weeks. It was amazing, how light she felt - and even though she was about to start learning how to pole dance, Brook didn't feel embarrassed or shy in the slightest. Which was all to the good, as far as she was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 06:09:33</strong>
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				"Just across the hall from yours, remember?" he smiled, biting his lip. "Don't worry about trying to be sexy. You are, just focus on having fun dancing. The rest will come naturally. At least, that's what Vicky always says when she' training someone new."<br><br>He was silent until he reached his room, opening the door for Brook before entering. It was absolutely massive. A condo within a club. A huge living room, fire place, gaming room, rooftop balcony, kitchen and full bar, giant master bedroom, two bathroom suites, a guest room larger than most master rooms, and a mini stripper stage, of course, crawling around the far edge of the living room, with three poles jutting down from the ceiling, which was mirrored over the stage. <br><br>But Deacon had a funny feeling Brook wouldn't have noticed any of that, because Vicky, at the moment, was topless. All she wore was her super-short hotpink hotpants. <br><br>"First things first, get used to it," she stated bluntly, grabbing her breasts for emphasis. "You're going to see women changing in front of you, and you'll be dancing, and women will be getting naked around you, entertaining the customers. This is on a weekday. On the weeknights, you'll be liable to see a man start eating a woman out right on the stage, before finding a booth. If you ever want to work then, just know how it is."<br><br>There was no blunt sexiness in Vicky's lesson. She was giving Brook a valuable lesson in sensibility in a strip club. "You won't have nearly as much a problem as I do, but get a strong top. Nothing loose. If you need to, get something almost too tight, it'll help keeping you from an unintended flash. Example." She turned to the side, bending at the waste to reach the matching pink top she left at the floor, purposefully putting her profile on display. This time, there was an absurd amount of conscious sexuality on display. Putting the top on, she positioned her breasts, before resting her fists on her wide hips. There was a plunging neck line for her cleavage, but when she moved, her breasts didn't fly about. <br><br>"Sexy, shows a lot of skin, but won't fall off. If needed, you can also get flesh tape. I've used it before, and it can get you an extra large tip at the end of the night," she laughed, moving next to Brook and moving around slowly. She was taller than Brook, almost to Deacon's height, so her breasts inevitably were at roughly eye level. "Now hon, watch my whole body," she chided with a grin, slowly circling, letting Brook study her attire. <br><br>"Notice all the skin. You need that to get a grip on the pole for more daring acts, like so-" she said, running over to the pole, placing a single foot on the stage before she launched herself, her hands grabbing the pole as her legs fanned out as she spun around, landing with her stiletto heeled feet pointed neatly back out to the imaginary crowd. "Notice how my entire arm was in contact with the pole. You need that for tricks, and climbing-" and she was at another trick, grabbing the pole, pressing her body against it as she climbed effortlessly to the top. On the floor, Vicky looked like all soft curves and no muscle, but the minute she was on the pole, the powerful body she possessed was easily spotted. <br><br>"It's a perfect balance," she said, letting go of the pole and leaning out, her legs wrapped around as she looked at Brook upside down, her happy sexy smile looking strange upside down. She then began to slowly slide down the pole, her body melting in to the floor. "Final crash course lesson you always need to know. Do everything sexy. You make a mistake, or stumble, make it sexy. Get up sexy-" to emphasize, she rose, lifting her round ass up, with her body following behind her, before she spun around the pole to face Brook again. "You keep that in mind, and you can do about anything and get an audience.<br><br>Deacon had sat down in a leather sofa, facing the stage, leaning back and idly watching Vicky, studying her movements as if he was looking over an old, familiar route on a map. "You don't think you're overwhelming her?" he asked.<br><br>"No, I don't. I've been doing this for six years. It takes a while to get here," she returned, before looking to Brook. "Anytime you need, babe, just tell me to slow down and I'll do it. Now, come up here with me, and I'll teach you how to move <em>with</em> the pole, and not around it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 15:15:17</strong>
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				Brook's eyes widened almost comically when she saw Vicky topless on the stage, but she swallowed and nodded, taking a seat at the bottom of the stage so she could watch and listen. Not even once did her eyes move off of Vicky; and while some of that was almost certainly admiration and awe for the sexy body now curving and and moving up and down the pole.<br><br>"It's not overwhelming at all," Brook murmured at the end of the brief lesson, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and determination. At Vicky's invitation, she clambered onto the stage, reminiscent of a dark-haired pixie when she stood next to the taller blonde. "Though, I don't know how I'm going to move like you... I can move, but I've never really done it with the thought of being sensual."<br><br>As if to demonstrate, Brook backs up slightly, then simulates her teacher's moves from earlier, though away from the pole. Mindful of her shoulder, she stepped around an imaginary pole, gracefully walking with her arms and legs extended, before falling fluidly to her knees, with her back to Deacon. She was performing, but in a way distinctly different from Vicky's earlier demonstrations. Knees spread, she arched her back, slowly dipping until her hair puddle on the ground beneath her, until her head almost touched the ground.<br><br>With an elegant sweep of her hair, she straightened and tumbled onto her back. Legs extended, arms reaching above her head, Brook's performance was more absorbed, more elegant and ethereal, than earthy and sensual. Even on her back, her body arched, as her legs moved fluidly in the air, the sight was decidedly more artistic than sensual in nature.<br><br>When Brook got to her feet again, she looked beseechingly at Vicky. "Even if I try to be... sexy - and I've tried before - it comes out slightly awkward. I've been told I look like I'm trying too hard," she said, frowning a little as she curled one bare leg behind the other. "So I guess what I need to learn how to do is... move sensually."<br><br>For the next hour or so, Brook practiced how to move under Vicky's direction. The smallest details that she would never have thought to employ - a gentle roll of the hips, an exaggerated arching of the back, or even something as simple as looking out over the audience - added a tinge of blatant sexuality to even the simplest of moves. She learned how to get up off the floor... the best way to pose, to show off her profile... when and how much to touch herself... and what kind of thoughts to think as she danced.<br><br>"But... I've ne... having sex?" Brook protested, her cheeks going red. Still, she didn't say anything more than that, as she paced back and forth - working her hips, running her hands up her front, and posing in various ways, all under Vicky's direction. She was asked to do it multiple times - back and forth, with a correction from her teacher before being sent to the end of the stage to repeat the walk, employing the extra instructions. By the end of that particular exercise, Brook was already walking like she wanted to draw eyes, like she wanted to be stared at; with the alcohol wearing down her shyness, she only needed a little encouragement to bloom into a decidedly more sensual, playful kitten.<br><br>She was sweating and breathing a tinge more heavily when Vicky gave her her last 'test' for the day. "You want me to dance?" Brook asked, doubtfully. Then she got the rest of her instructions, and blushed. "You want me to dance for you and D-Deacon... with music... with the pole." <br><br>Brook didn't argue, but it was obvious how awkward she was feeling when she was feeling when she was left alone on the stage, with pulsing, driving clubbing music echoing around her. She closed her eyes first, trying to imagine herself in a setting that would let her loose her imagination... it wasn't like she'd never danced before, so she just had to find the right spot where she could dance, and act on her imagination...<br><br>With the music beating in her body, making the beating of her heart more pronounced, Brook began dancing. This was less an exercise of skill, and more just an exercise to let her get used to... being sexy, and letting herself go. So she began dancing with the pole - sliding up and down, pretending it was a dance partner in a rave. As the tenor of the song changed to something more sensual and sexy, so did Brook's movements match it. She unabashedly ground against the pole, both standing and on the stage's floor, squirming, rotating her hips and... moving with the pole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 00:08:57</strong>
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				"Darling, that's your problem! Don't <em>try</em> and act sexy, baby. Just know you are and you'll be giving guys and girls all sorts of tingles," Vicky replied, sighing at Brook's stubbornness. "Look, just listen to me, and it'll come naturally," she stated, standing back, giving her command after command. <br><br>"My little trick is that I think about the last time I had great sex, and remember what I felt then. The guys always get more excited when they know the dancers are enjoying it too," she grinned, whispering to Brook so Deacon wouldn't here. "When they see those nipples straining against the top, or, if you really get in to it, the dampness in your underwear, they'll pay an arm and a leg to keep you on the stage."<br><br>She chuckled lightly at Brook, shaking her head. Returning to her instructions, she smiled as Brook upped the ante, running her hands over her chest, lifting and fondling them through her top as she twisted and twirled her hips.<br><br>Vicky watched, getting increasingly excited as she pushed Brook, seeing how far she'd go. She wasn't disappointed in the least. "Brilliant," she whispered, her cheeks flush with arousal. Sitting down against Deacon's uninjured right side, she looked at Brook as the girl stood on the stage, suddenly unsure of what to do now that her instructions had run out. <br><br>"So, I want to see a dance. Nothing fancy, just move with the pole, and get us excited," she said from the couch, her thighs pressed tightly together. <br><br>Pressing a remote, the lights in the room shifted, show lights filling the stage as other lights pulsed to the music, which flooded the room. Deacon and Vicky could be seen, but barely, as the bright lights blanketed the rest of the room in darkness, only their silhouettes visible. <br><br>They were absorbed by Brook's dance. They watched as she wrapped herself around the pole, sliding around it, running her hands over her body as she danced, before the music crescendoed to a hasty, intoxicating clash of speed and sex, and Brook, her body reacting before he mind could, matched the music.<br><br>Both Deacon and Vicky tightened in their seats when they saw Brook let loose, her body writhing against the pole, grinding her clothed mound against it, squirming as her body began to react to her play, leaning her body out from the pole, grabbing it with both hands as she ran her pelvis up and down the silver expanse, the beat quieting and slowing, her body feeling the need to reach the ground, sliding down, her pelvis never breaking contact as her back touched the wood, her arms spreading out high as she moved her hips up against the pole, before arching her back to sit around it's base, lifting her left leg to run along side the pole as she pushed, her body pushing out to the edge of the stage as the song ended, her head hanging off the raised platform, looking upside down at the silhouette of Vicky and Deacon.<br><br>"Jesus," Deacon gasped, breathing heavily, his jeans straining at his crotch. <br><br>"You -gah- said it," Vicky managed, rubbing her thighs together while her right hand had slipped beneath her hotpants as she played with herself. With her free hand, she turned off the music and the lights returned to their functional level, still playing with herself as she sat up straight, watching Brook with crazy eyes. Deacon just sat frozen, looking at Brook, and yet staring right through her at the same time. His jeans, being thick, hid his erection from the stage, but Vicky saw it, noting it in her eyes as she grinned back at Brook. The entire time her hand stayed buried in her pants. <br><br>"Baby, that was <em>brilliant.</em>" she gasped, her voice hitching as she suddenly stopped her play, shutting her eyes as she bit on her lip. Removing her hand, the wet shine of her fingers made what was evident obvious. She had had an orgasm. Standing abruptly, she smiled at Brook, before rushing to the door. "I'll see you two later," she called back before rushing out of the room, her cheeks still flushed with arousal, leaving Deacon and Brook alone.<br><br>It was Deacon who first reacted, coughing to break the silence that had fell, chewing on his lip as he watched Brook with his fire eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:41:44</strong>
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				By the end of the song, Brook was laying flat on the stage, breathing heavily, adrenaline still pumping in her body. After the song ended, and the lights flickered back to normal, she sighed and rolled partially onto her front, pulling her head onto her folded arms and trembling as she tried to slow her breathing, shaking as the hard, pulsing beat of the music faded from her body. For long moments, she couldn't do anything more than lay there, sweat shining on her skin, and her cheeks red with arousal and excitement.<br><br>Brook looked up just in time to see Vicky bite her lip and stop, her thighs clenching together... her hand buried in her shorts. The flush in her cheeks heightened when she realized what Vicky had been doing - and why.<br><br>And then, before Brook could do anything more than groan, Vicky was gone, leaving her alone with Deacon.<br><br>She swallowed, trembling a little as she sat up, not quite able to look at him in the face. He was around women who made a living dancing like this - so he probably wasn't affected at all, Brook attempted to convince herself. If anything, this was probably... well... "normal" behavior for women, in his eyes. Surely, his reaction to this was no different than the one he'd had when walking into Solomon's City last night, when there had been people dancing almost naked, naked, or having sex on the stage.<br><br>But with the adrenaline of the dancing and her lessons wearing off, Brook suddenly realized that... she hurt a lot more than she should, even if she <em>had</em> been moving intensely for the past hour. A few careful shifts of her body finally provoked a wince, and a small murmur of pain - there was fire in her shoulder, and a good deal of soreness that was probably thanks to her being so active.<br><br>"Deacon?" She called tentatively, finally looking up at him. He was staring at her, but with a rather stony expression on his face. That, if anything, killed off any lingering, small hope that he would have found her exciting or... well, sexy. "Deacon... can you help me back to my room? My shoulder kind of... hurts... and I'm not sure I can stand," she asked softly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:35:11</strong>
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				Deacon smiled at Brook, nodding his head as he stood up from the low couch, his still rather hard erection creating a suspicious bulge in his jeans. Ignoring it, he walked over to Brook, still laying on the stage. Kneeling down, he scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a baby, careful not to touch her scar. "No problem," he whispered, not wanting to break the silence of the room. She was sweating, and he was quickly excited by the press of her near nude, sweaty body against his bare chest, breathing a little deeper. <br><br>When they reached the door, he gently let Brook's legs go to the floor, opening the door to the hallway, leading her out and across to her own room, where he opened it, entering the seclusion of the room quickly. Once in side, he picked up her legs again, carrying her in to her bedroom. Pulling back her sheets, he laid her carefully on to the bed. He realized she may want to change out of her outfit, or perhaps take a bath or shower. So he left her sheets pulled down, and when he made a motion to leave, he paused, suddenly. <br><br>His fists clenched, and his back tensed, before he turned around, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulled her gently but urgently forward, kissing her with a fierceness that seemed only natural for Deacon. He lingered at her lips, drawing out the kiss for as long as he felt he could, before pulling back, his hand still cradling her head. His breathing was ragged and his face was strained, biting his lip, by now an easy sign of tension in the man. <br><br>Bowing his eyes, he retreated, making it to the bedroom doorway, turning to look at her on the bed. "Good night... you were amazing tonight," he whispered, before he retreated through the hall as fast as Vicky had when she came, leaving Brook alone and confused.<br><br>When he made it back to his room, he saw Vicky sitting on the couch, wearing a silk pair of sleeping shorts and a simple white T-Shirt. He didn't seem fazed in the least. "Hey," he whispered, moving over to sit beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder.<br><br>She simply turned in to him, cradling his head against her bosom, running a hand along his jaw idly. "So?" <br><br>"I kissed her, but I couldn't bare to sit around, so I told her goodnight and I left," he replied, resting comfortably against the warmth of Vicky's love. <br><br>"Brave man," she cooed, wrapping an arm around him. "Don't worry, babe" -the first time she had called him that since she got back to the City- "Don't worry about a thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 06:56:22</strong>
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				"Thank you," she breathed, letting herself relax in his arms, comforted by the fact that he was so willing to take care of her. Even if she wasn't... well, his type... she'd be okay with that. It made her feel good, that he thought she was unique and interesting. Brook could only hope that she would continue to - not impress, maybe, but at least show him that just because she was a city girl, she could adapt to this new life that had been thrust upon her, too.<br><br>When she was finally back in her room, with only the light on the nighttable illuminating the room, Brook smiled up at him, gratefully. "Thank you. I'm sorry to have made you carry me back like this," she murmured, twisting her head to the side. Strands of slightly damp hair clung to her cheeks and neck, but she brushed her hair back, stretching a little uncomfortably on top of the sheets. "Good night, Deacon," she called.<br><br>She had closed her eyes already, ready to fall asleep right there, she was so tired, when suddenly she felt the bed shift. "Deacon, wha-" And then his hand was deep in her hair, cradling the back of her head as he drew her up and forward - and kissed her.<br><br>Brook forgot to breathe at first, but after the first few seconds, she arched underneath him, moaning as a pure reaction as all the adrenaline, excitement, and arousal came rushing back. But exhaustion meant that she was only strong enough to wrap her arms around his neck, and cling to him, tightly, as the kiss eased, then broke. She was breathing hard again, her eyes startled and surprised.<br><br>"Deacon, wait-" Before she could say more than those two words, he had left, and she was alone in the room. Flopping back into the bed, Brook let out a shaky breath.<br><br><em>What... what?</em><br><br>Suddenly not tired in the least, she swallowed and levered herself into a sitting position, still staring at the closed door that separated her room from Deacon's. Shakily, she pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled to the bath.<br><br>Maybe a nice, cold shower would help her make sense of all the butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 07:10:58</strong>
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				Deacon woke up in his bed the next morning, around 10 am. He had no idea how he got there, but he had an idea that Vicky had something to do with it. Getting up, he howled in pain as he wrenched his left arm, completely forgetting about the stitches in his arm and shoulder. <br><br>"Deacon?" a worried quip came from the living room with the unmistakable sound of Vicky. Rushing in to the room, he saw she had just been in the shower, and had his robe wrapped around her body. "Are you alright?"<br><br>He only stared at her, puzzled as to why she was in his room. More importantly, why she was naked in his robe... "Uh, Vicky?"<br><br>She only smiled at him sweetly. "You fell asleep on my shoulder last night. I managed to get you in to bed and I took the spare. I didn't want to leave you alone last night." She was truly an amazing woman. She loved him unconditionally. It came to his attention that, in all Deacon's past relationships, Vicky had been his constant. She was his anchor. Sure, he had entertained sleeping with her before, and she did likewise, but it was nothing more than mutual lust. That had only strengthened their bond.<br><br>"Thanks, Vick," he replied, wrapping her in a hug with his right arm. "But I'm fine," he assured her. <br><br>"I know, but I can't help but worry. More importantly, I'm worried about Brook," she said, her face lit with concern. "Get dressed right now and go over to her. You left her on quite an unfinished note last night."<br><br>Deacon stared blank, still groggy with sleep, before his eyes widened in understanding. "Damnit! That's right," he cursed, rushing over to a cabinet, whipping out a pair of dark jeans and a red muscle shirt. Throwing it on, baring all right in front of Vicky, he looked at her, looking for approval. <br><br>"She isn't going to care what you're wearing, just go!" she argued, kicking his ass out of the room, laughing as Deacon made it to Brook's door in record breaking time.<br><br>He stood out there for a long time, trying to bring his fist up to knock on the door. He fought, before his fist came up and pounded against the solid wood. His fist fell to his side as he clenched and unclenched his fists, his breathing erratic as he chewed his bottom lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 07:43:07</strong>
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				Brook woke the next morning with a soft whimper. Having forgotten to take the painkillers last night, she only realized now how much her shoulder <em>hurt</em> - it was burning, and even moving&nbsp; made her groan loudly, especially when doing so stretched her back and shoulder, and all of last night's aches and soreness returned full force.<br><br>She'd stumbled into bed last night with only her towel around her body, and right now, the only thing on her mind was getting to the painkillers. Were stitches <em>supposed</em> to hurt this much?!<br><br>The knocks on the door were loud, and painful in her head; everything was throbbing, and sore, and dizzy, and there were colorful spots dancing in front of her eyes.<br><br>"Come in?" she called weakly. An unlucky swipe sent the painkillers falling off the night table. She moaned and pressed her face into the pillow, wondering why it felt like her head was ready to split. Why-<br><br>Oh, that was right. She'd found some alcohol hidden in the bathroom, and had indulged herself, so she wouldn't have to think of that kiss, and of Deacon, and how hard he had kissed her. That, and how much she'd wanted him to continue, after he'd left.<br><br>It was only after the door opened that Brook remembered that she was naked - completely naked, except for the cute little black boyshorts wrapped around her hips and bottom. When she realized it was Deacon who had walked into her room, she squeaked and flattened herself to the bed, the blush that rose to her face so red that it looked like she had paint on her cheeks. "D-D-Deacon!" Her voice came out in a high-pitched squeak, then melted into a soft groan of pain. "Can you give me my painkillers when you get over here?" She asked, her face muffled into her pillow. She dared not move without a bra on - she knew he'd probably seen everything on women he's slept with before, but... still!<br><br>"And can you pull up my sheets, too?" She asked, peeking at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 08:12:03</strong>
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				Deacon entered the room a moment later, putting a glass of cold water on the bed stand table, picking up the bottle of pain killers and placing them on the same table. Turning to Brook's bed, he paused for a moment, admiring her body flat against the bed, seeing how her ass stretched the black fabric of the boyshorts and her naked torso. Grabbing the sheets at her thigh, he pulled them up to just under her neck, careful not to aggravate the stitches. <br><br>Removing the cotton swab from the pills, Deacon got two out, leaning down beside Brook, handing them to her and holding the glass, letting her drink down the pills. When she was done, he put the glass on the table, staying knelt down beside her, resting on his crossed arms on the edge of the mattress. His face was inches from hers. <br><br>"Hangovers suck, don't they?" he whispered, smiling as she groaned in pain. "Head spinning, feeling like it's ten times the size."<br><br>His one hand, closest to her, reached out, his finger stroking her cheek. "Listen," he began, before stopping again. He decided it'd be best to let actions speak for him, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, his hand resting on her cheek while the tips of his fingers played in her hair. It was much more docile than last night with the pent up arousal between the two gone, but no less intense. He didn't break it for a long time, and when he did, he didn't retreat away from her, he stayed so intimately close. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 08:22:13</strong>
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				"If hangovers feel like this, I'm never going to drink again," she moaned, after taking the pills and drinking the glass of water. With a faint wince, pain etched into her delicate face, Brook carefully rolled onto her back in the bed, carefully tucking the sheet against her body so she was decently covered.<br><br>"Deacon-"<br><br>He spoke at the same time; their voices clashed, and she fell silent. About to open her mouth to speak again, she was interrupted when he leaned forward and kissed her. Again, shock rippled through Brook's features; but as she relaxed, her eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed into the kiss, the slight shifts in the bed indicative that she was enjoying herself.<br><br>When he broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes more confused than last night. "Deacon. I'm not... why are you kissing me?" She blurted out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 08:30:49</strong>
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				"Because I need to," he replied, ducking in and kissing her quickly again. "Because I'd go crazy if I didn't." He kissed her again, quickly. But then he pulled back, sitting on his haunches at the side of the bed. "I don't know. After last night, I couldn't think of doing anything else."<br><br>Sighing, he got up, sitting on the space between her and the edge of the bed, looking down at her. "You're amazing, in so many ways. You're strong, you're beautiful, and you're incredibly sexy. Kissing you is the only thing that makes sense for me." He was so lost, never before had he felt so conflicted. It was evident on his face. <br><br>"Get dressed, and we can talk," he said at last, getting up from the bed and leaving her room, without looking back, moving to one of the couches in her living room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 08:48:01</strong>
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				"Because..." Her voice trailed off as he continued; she couldn't say anything in response, because she had no idea <em>what</em> to say. Each kiss he pressed to her lips made her more and more flustered; by the time he left, she was utterly in shock, and blushing so hard that she didn't know when her cheeks would ever feel the right temperature again.<br><br><em>He... he likes me?</em><br><br>She sat up, staring at the door, mindful of her aching shoulder and splitting headache. <em>Sex and sexuality are normal things for him. He likes my body?</em><br><br>Brook looked down at herself, experimentally cupping and squeezing her breasts gently. <em>He thinks I'm... sexy?</em><br><br>It was probably the dance that had done it. She didn't remember exactly what she'd done... but she distinctly remembered, at one point, rubbing her crotch against the pole with her back flat on the ground, one leg twisted and curled up the pole. Her hips, she'd been thrusting eagerly, to stoke the ache in her wet pussy.<br><br>Remembering it now, Brook couldn't do anything but blush and be happy that she'd succeeded in being so sexy, Vicky had masturbated to climax right in the room, and now Deacon... well, she didn't know what Deacon wanted.<br><br>When Brook slipped into the living room, she was wearing more normal clothes - a maroon-colored tube top, layered over by what looked like the top of a snug black turtleneck, that exposed her collarbones and stretched enticingly along her shoulders and underneath her arms; and a pair of regular denim jean shorts, almost as short as the the pair she had worn yesterday. She found him sitting down on one of the couches, pensive and looking all-too-serious, and slid onto the couch next to him, one leg curled underneath her, and the other dangling off the edge of the seat.<br><br>"You think I'm beautiful? And sexy?" It was more a rhetorical question; she flushed, a little reproachful. "Why didn't you say that last night? Or go... further?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 09:07:15</strong>
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				"I didn't know what to do. I had to leave, to sleep and... I don't know," he sighed, sinking in to the couch. "God knows I wanted to, Brook. I saw you on the stage last night and I would have loved nothing more than to go there and take you then. If you were any other girl I would have. But not you. I couldn't do it with you."<br><br>He turned in his seat to face her, resting a hand on her bare thigh, squeezing reassuringly. "I still want to, Brook. You're amazing, and I want you bad. Vicky knows this, and she's been pushing me all night. I came here to... I don't know. I just had to see you again, after having left you last night." By now, he was inches from her, and it would have been so easy for him to lean in and kiss her, but he held back... he wanted it, but he wanted Brook to want to give it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 09:17:30</strong>
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				There was something warm growing in her belly. Brook lowered her eyes, biting her lip and fighting down that automatic rush of satisfaction and pleasure. So he hadn't been unaffected after all... and for some reason, that made her feel elated and happy, pleased that he wasn't so immune to her, inexperienced or not.<br><br>A troubled look flitted into her face. "Are you sure you're not.. confusing this with a feeling of protectiveness?" She extended her hand, rubbing the ring he had given her yesterday. "I... find you attractive. Intense. Handsome... to me, you're something... new. Unknown. But... I don't know if I can handle... being your girl. I'm not like them," she rushed on, panic filling her eyes. "I can't look at people stripping and having sex and not be affected. I've never killed anyone before. I have-" Fear gripped her throat briefly, just in time to stop her from spilling the truth to him.<br><br>When she continued again, she looked less unsure of herself. "I have secrets that I can't tell anyone," she said softly, painfully. "And... you're... a very important person in your gang. Our gang - the Youngbloods. People are going to look at me and think that I got in because you thought I was hot, and wanted to fuck me."<br><br>Brook paused again. That wasn't what she wanted to say. Abruptly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips hard against his. It was short, and urgent, and filled with all the pent-up-lust of last night, that had invaded her dreams. When she sat back, she was blushing yet again. She took a deep breath. "I'm not like... them. I can't... I think you're sexy, but I don't just want to be your toy. If it's sex you want, I'm sure there's dozens of women who'd be happy to spread their legs for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 09:33:45</strong>
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				Deacon actually looked hurt. He had expected it, but that didn't take away the sting. "That's the point, though. You <em>aren't</em> like them. You aren't someone who'll open their legs for any good looking guy. If you don't think you can handle it, than I'll have to change."<br><br>He was beginning to rush just like Brook. "Everyone has secrets, Brook. I don't <em>care</em> about secrets. I care about you. I gave you that ring to protect you. That doesn't mean just from violence. It means I'll be there to defend you every time. I'll be there whenever you need me. That's unconditional," he was holding her hands in his then. "And if <em>anyone</em> thinks you're in because I fancy you, they don't know me at all. That's an insult to me, my brother, and my gang. You can't care what people like that think."<br><br>He returned her kiss for as long as it lasted, wishing it had been longer, but letting it go. "You could never be my toy. You're too special to play around with. This? This isn't some little fancy because you're something new. This is serious. I can't get you out of my head, Brook. That... hasn't happened to me in a long time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 09:48:59</strong>
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				She swallowed, nervous, but continued, a little more subdued. Her hands trembled slightly in his, and she thought she could understand why. He was nothing like the 'gang member' stereotype she'd had in her head, of someone reckless and wild and hedonistic and immoral. Well, he was some of those - but not immoral. He had extended a promise of protection to her, and Brook knew she didn't fully understand what the ring meant, yet... but it meant something to her.<br><br>Still, she couldn't very well lie to him. "I'm attracted to you, physically," she admitted, raising her eyes until their gazes held. "I know that much. But the rest - I don't know what you're looking for. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be yours... if I can handle this life. But if you're willing to accept that, then..."<br><br>Brook let her sentence trail off, her eyes wandering for a moment before they flitted back to him. The blush, which had disappeared while they had been talking, had made a reappearance in her cheeks. "Will you kiss me again?" She asked, softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 20:18:11</strong>
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				Deacon responded with a kiss, wrapping an arm around her back and a hand cradling her head as he pressed his lips against hers, trying to pour all his confusion, lust, and protection in to her at once. He didn't break it until he was out of breath, even then he only took a quick gasp before he kissed her again,&nbsp; both kisses lasting longer than all the past ones combined. But then he pulled back, letting go of her and looking out across the room, to the window overlooking the park and river. It was deceptively beautiful, but he knew what really happened in that park. <br><br>"I can accept that. I don't want to, but I can. But I'm not going to just sit here. I'm going to win you over, Brook. I'm going to show you that you belong here, and that what I'm looking for is you. I need to," he smiled, looking at her. "Are you willing to accept that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 23:48:46</strong>
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				She sank - melted, even - into his kisses, overwhelmed by the intensity that was Deacon. Brook wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping as he stole another kiss from her. She clung tightly to him as her body trembled faintly, but she couldn't do anything more than moan softly. Gods... it had been so <em>long</em> since she'd thought about sex, and kisses, and being fucked, and being turned on.<br><br>Being with Deacon reminded her of all of that, especially when he kissed her like he wanted to devour her and eat her up.<br><br>She was faintly embarrassed to realize that at the end of the two kisses, she was straddling his hips, seated securely in his lap. Brook had to swallow, and tried to get her bearings. "I can't stop you from trying to win me over," she said softly, "But I'm willing to keep an open mind. I'll accept that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:48:31</strong>
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				Deacon was very turned on now. He wasn't completely hard, but he had his doubts that Brook wouldn't notice. His hands were resting on her hips when they broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. He smiled at her brightly when she assented, breaching the few inches from their faces to kiss her again, not as much in lust or need, but in glee. He actually leaned forward, pressing his body against hers as she was bent back, forcing her to cling to his neck for fear of falling. That didn't help his semi-hard member.<br><br>"We need to go. If we stay like this any longer, I'm not going to be able to stop myself," he breathed in to Brook's ear, hot breath tickling her neck as he hugged her to him. Reluctantly, he let go of her, lifting her off and placing her beside him. He stood, and now his arousal was evident in the bulge in his jeans. Grabbing her hands, he pulled her up, pulling her to the door. "Today you learn to shoot a gun," he commented as they made their way to the main club. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:28:12</strong>
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				As reluctant as Deacon, Brook lifted her leg moved her hips, sitting herself back on the couch next to him. Her knees felt weak enough that she didn't want to chance standing yet, and her legs seemed to be in that rubbery, just-been-kissed-senseless stage. She was about to ask him to help her up when she glanced at him - or rather, at his hips, which were now at eye level as he stood.<br><br>She wasn't so innocent that she didn't recognize a man's arousal when she saw the bulge in his jeans. Brook stared, eyes large as butterflies jumped into her stomach and began fluttering about frantically.<br><br><em>He's turned on... from kissing me</em>. The thought filtered through a blank, surprised mind; Brook murmured a distracted 'thank you' when he pulled her off the couch, and tried not to look like she had noticed his arousal. She had to mentally force her eyes up when she caught them wandering back down - and a part of her, dark and secret and hidden, whispered, <em>Don't you want to see how good he is in bed?</em><br><br>Brook shook the thought away. "I already know how to shoot a gun," she told him, grabbing his elbow. "I have one. With me, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 05:52:54</strong>
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				"You can shoot a gun, but can you do it well?" he asked her as he walked through to the main club, the earliest customers beginning to filter in at around... 12pm. There wouldn't be any dancers until 5, but 12 is when the bar opens. <br><br>"Can I get you anything, boss?" Slapstick asked when he saw Deacon and Brook enter from the tiny doorway at the side of the room, near the bar. <br><br>"No, Slap. Teaching how to shoot. I think I should be sober for that," Deacon replied easily. It was amazing how quickly he had changed now that he was in familiar waters now. His hand was still holding Brooks, though, and Slap gave him a look before nodding and turning toward a customer. <br><br>"Down here," he told her, pointing to a stairwell beside the bar, leading to three doors. Opening one led to a shooting range, which was deserted at the moment. "Just let me get the guns," he explained, entering one of the other two doors, coming out shortly with a plethora of weapons. He was all dangerous smiles now. <br><br>They were set up moment later at a station, with a number of targets were set up at various ranges. "Here," he said, handing her a pair of earmuffs and a black pistol. "Simplest gun there is, just point and shoot. Aim at that target right there" he pointed, lining up his arm with her eyes. "Empty the clip in to it." <br><br>Standing back, he crossed his arms, making sure she couldn't see him and thus would be distracted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 06:28:36</strong>
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				"I- Deacon!" Before she could explain further, he was already leading her into the club. Scrambling after him, gentle ache in her shoulder forgotten, Brook gave up trying to tell him that she didn't just know how to shoot - but she'd been taught by someone who'd done it as a profession.<br><br>Down at the shooting range, Brook frowned a little awkwardly, wondering how she was going to tell him that... well... she didn't need lessons. When he came back, she tried again. "Deacon-"<br><br>She squeaked when he pulled the earmuffs around her neck and handed her a pistol. She glared up at him. Wasn't he going to let her explain?<br><br>Walking over to the tray of weapons, she switched out the pistol for a semi that she recognized as a Beretta; she remembered asking some of the enlisted Marines who had spoken to her father about some issue or another about their handguns, once. It had been weeks since she'd last practiced, but the speed and care she took to check the magazine and examine the gun spoke of considerable practice in the past.<br><br>Gun in hand, she aimed at the target. She shot in a steady rhythm, relaxing her hands after the recoil, taking a split-second to re-aim, and then shooting again, until the magazine was emptied.<br><br>Brook peered at the target. "I think I missed one," she commented calmly, referring to the bullet that had pierced her target out of the black.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 07:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon cocked an eyebrow as Brook unloaded the clip at the target. Moving over, he flipped the switch for the paper target to roll up on the railing, examining the target carefully. <br><br>"Where did you learn to shoot?" he asked her, a funny tone in his voice. It was almost threatening. He turned around, his eyes trained on her like pinpoints. It was a natural instinct, when someone fires with the proficiency of a cop, to wonder. Shaking his head, he smiled, burying the momentary doubt he had dared entertain. "Don't answer that," he said, moving over to the table he had left the weapons on. <br><br>"You handle a pistol smoothly, but what about shotguns, SMGs, and rifles?" he wondered, coming over with an M4 assault rifle. "These things have&nbsp; a hell of a longer range, and a mighty kick back. Keep the stock against your shoulder in tight, and pump the trigger," he instructed, putting the rifle in her hands and setting up another target, moving back three times as far as the last target.<br><br>"Empty the clip again, and be weary of the power," he instructed, placing his hands on her shoulder (mindful of the wound), and squeezing reassuringly before he backed off again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 07:44:31</strong>
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				For a moment, fear leaped into her eyes when Deacon demanded to know where she'd learned to shoot. She wondered if she had to answer, and realized with a sinking feeling in her stomach that she didn't want to tell him. Would he still feel the way he did about her, if he knew that she was the daughter of a recently assassinated politician... and that she was probably no less a target (albeit more of a minor one) than her father had been?<br><br>She relaxed marginally when Deacon decided not to pursue the issue. "My specialty is semi-automatic handguns and pistols, but I've handled sniper rifles before. Machine guns and assault rifles... not so much." She hefted the M4 in her hands; it had been even longer since she'd handled one of these, but she still remembered the basics of shooting, as they'd been drilled into her head. Her father had been adamant about teaching his baby daughter how to shoot; it was the one thing he had insisted on, despite his wife's protests.<br><br>Brook took a deep breath, the gun held loosely in her hands; when she opened her eyes, she lifted it up, resting her left elbow on her hip to steady her arm, her right hand resting on the trigger. At this range, the target was distant. But she'd shot farther before. She concentrated on her breathing. In, out... in, out... hold... her finger squeezed in that moment of stillness, of utter concentration.<br><br>She was much slower than with the Beretta, but none of her shots missed the inner three rings of the target, and one of them had even hit dead in the center of the black.<br><br>"I forgot how much of a kick this thing has," she said, rolling her shoulder slightly when she was done. "Are you sure I can't just stick with handguns?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 07:57:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon watched Brook with increasing agitation, hiding it when she turned to him, all beautiful smiles. He smiled back, his worry washed away. <br><br>"Yea, you do. You can never know what you'll have to fire if you get caught in a mess. It's whatever's there to use," he explained, taking the rifle from her and putting it down on the table. He picked up the long-barrel shotgun and looked at her, debating. <br><br>He decided he'd let her make the choice. "This will bruise you. It holds 8 shots, and each one will be more painful than the last. You're shoulder is already pretty messed up, and I don't want you to use it if you think it'll rip your stitches." Placing the gun on the ledge in front of her, he lingered, squeezed in beside her in the tight booth, wishing he could kiss her. It was evident on his face. But he left her, returning to where he had stood before. Pushing a button, a solid target rose up at the maximum distance for the shotgun. It was the fake torso of a man. <br><br>Smiling at Brook, he motioned to the dummy, and then to the gun. "You need to fire it once. Hit the head, as close to the middle of the eyes as possible," he instructed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 08:17:05</strong>
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				"A shotgun," she said in dismay. She didn't like shotguns - she wasn't exactly a lightweight, but Brook knew that her body type was not conducive to using a gun with such a strong recoil. Every time she'd practiced with one (not often; it was a rare day when her father was willing to put such a powerful weapon in his daughter's hands), she'd been coached through every step, reminded about everything she needed to do in order to handle it safely.<br><br>Still, she picked it up, with a deep breath. "I've used them before, but never on my own," she warned him. It had a different weight than the M4.<br><br>She swallowed.<br><br><em>Don't be afraid. You've practiced; it's been a while, but your body remembers, see?</em> Already, she had gotten into position, holding it up in her arms. Brook had to lower the shotgun when she realized that her arms were trembling, afraid of how much her shoulder was going to hurt if she shot this thing.<br><br>She lifted it back up and breathed, slowly. In... and out... <em>in... out...</em><br><br>She squeezed.<br><br>Even braced for it, Brook had to suck in a breath as the kick punched her shoulder back like someone had kicked it. It fell back into place, and she aimed, then fired again.<br><br>Brook fired three more times after the first two, before pain erupted in her shoulder. She hissed and lowered the shotgun gingerly onto the ledge, grimacing and trying to shake it out with some shoulder rolls. "I think I hit it with the first three or four, but I'm not sure about the last couple."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 08:26:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon nodded to himself, sure that whatever secrets she had, this had something to do with them. He'd leave it at that. He took a step forward when she hissed in pain, but realized she needed to experience the pain without anyone trying to coddle her. When he did move up beside her, he was studying the dummy intently. <br><br>"Two in the face, one in the neck, and I can't see any others," he stated, turning to Brook in the tight confines of the booth, smiling at her a foot away from him. "Good job, I didn't expect that, at all," he explained. It was another alluring point about her. He looked at his watch; 12:30pm. Pulling off the earmuffs, he paused, looking at her.<br><br>Putting the muffs down, he smiled, looking down to the floor. "I'm going to kiss you now," he stated before closing the distance and planting his lips against hers, giving her a quick, intense kiss before pulling away and moving out of the booth. "Let's get some food," he said, looking away at the door, before looking back at her, opening an arm: It was an indication he wanted to hold her while they walked. He'd hope she took it, but wouldn't think anything of it if she didn't.<br><br>"I'm sure Vicky's already up there. She'll want to talk to you, I'm sure," he added, frowning lightly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 08:42:42</strong>
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				She smiled at the praise; Brook imagined that he didn't praise or compliment, and not light even when he did. "It could have been better. Next time, when I practice with a good shoulder - I'll hit the dummy all five times." It was said with determination; it was clear that Brook wasn't used to missing, and she wanted to practice at first opportunity to become better.<br><br>Pulling off the earmuffs, she was about to ask Deacon if they could come down to the shooting range more often, when he interrupted. With another kiss. Startled, only a muffled squeak came from her mouth; she was staring at him with large eyes when he pulled back, wanting to ask him...<br><br>Well, she didn't know what she wanted to ask him, except that she was confused, and he was coming on so... <em>strong</em>.<br><br>Brook smiled shyly as she exited the booth. She didn't take follow at his side, so he could wrap his arm around her - but she did take his hand, holding it tightly. Her fingers were still trembling; she knew she would have to ask the doctor to take a look at her shoulder later, but for now.. she wanted...<br><br><em>You should think about this a little more... he's a gang member, Brook. You don't belong in this world. Once you follow through with your plan, you're never going to be able to come back here.</em><br><br>Brook shook the thoughts away.<br><br>"What are we going to eat?" She asked instead, lacing her fingers in his. "And... why is Vicky going to want to talk to me? You sound like.. you don't want her to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 08:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon frowned again. "I don't know what we're going to eat... I'll have to ask Slapstick what he's got," he answered, horribly serious at such an inconsequential detail. He was serious about his food, however. <br><br>"I'm afraid she'll scare you away," he laughed as the ascended the stair well, Brook trailing just behind him. "Thing is, she likes women as much as she likes men. And, well... let's just say her 'fun' when you were dancing extended in to the late hours of the morning. She's loud, and I could here her from the guest bedroom," in and of itself, this wouldn't have been a problem. Perhaps embarrassing for Brook in the fact he had known Vicky was masturbating to her throughout the night, but nothing worse. "But, she's not going to stop there. I know Vicky. Unless you lay it all on the line, you'll find you've got a very excitable blond trying to jump in your pants."<br><br>They had reached the main room, and when he opened the door, a happy scream came from one of the tables on the outer edge before a Vicky ran out and wrapped Brook in a huge hug. Despite his warning, he couldn't help but smile to himself. "Vicky, down," Deacon admonished, and the girl listened in a fashion, letting go of Brook but exuding all her sexiness for the lithe girl. <br><br>Deacon simply sighed.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:55:20</strong>
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				"Scare me away?" She asked, gripping his hand tightly as she climbed the stairs. The movement was making her shoulder shake; and now that she was away from the firing range and her head had fallen back into its place, she realized how just painful it really was, even with the painkillers she'd taken that morning.<br><br>Oh, she'd done it now. Brook only hoped the stitches hadn't ripped out.<br><br>Hearing Deacon's explanation, Brook colored quite predictably, the flush in her face indicative of how flattered and embarrassed she was to hear that Vicky had masturbated to the though of her. All night. <br><br><em>Jump in my pants?</em> Brook paused just before he opened the door to the main room. "I'd never thought about having sex with a woman before," she remarked honestly.<br><br>Before he could respond, the door opened, followed by a scream of delight.<br><br>Brook managed - just - to bite back the screech of pain, as Vicky's arms fold directly over her injured shoulder. Still, she managed to twist her face into a warm smile for the older woman. She liked Vicky - the last thing she wanted her to do was to be worried over by someone who thought she was sexy... sexy enough to masturbate to.<br><br>"Morning, Vicky," Brook said shyly, a warm smile filing her eyes. On an impulse, she leaned forward to give the woman a hug. She was faintly intrigued by how her own body, lean and tight, pressed against Vicky's softer curves; she didn't think about it much, though, merely leaning up on her tiptoes to give Vicky a kiss on the cheek.<br><br>"I hope you had restful dreams last night?" She asked innocently, her eyes glimmering with the knowledge that they hadn't bee restful in the slightest. If Vicky heard the gentle teasing behind the tone and glanced at her, Brook winked; the action was utterly charming on the sweet-faced Youngblood, moreso because she wore a mask of innocence on her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:23:05</strong>
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				Vicky's eyebrow cocked as Brook came forward to hug her back, even going so far as to lean in and give her a peck on the cheek. Her other eyebrow raised to match when Vicky heard the teasing undertone of Brook's voice. She smiled then. "Babe, I would have if you hadn't gotten me so hot and bothered last night," she winked back, before looking at Deacon, speaking a secret language of old friends. <br><br>Deacon returned her stare, and she nodded to herself. "Well, Slap's got chicken wings for us," she said at length, looking at the pair before they made there way to the bar. Sitting down Slapstick placed a familiar drink in front of her, aptly named after her marathon session she had partook in last night. <br><br>Deacon sat to her left, nodding to Slapstick, who gave him a Whiskey and Coke. "What about you, ma'am?" he asked Brook, leaning against the bar with his hands. <br><br>"I think some strong coffee would be a good idea, Slap," Deacon told him, smiling to Brook. "Helps get you over a hangover," he explained when Slap went to pour her a mug. A minute later, slapped returned with a coffee for Brook and a basket of wings for the three. <br><br>"They're a bit hot, so watch your tongue," he smiled at them, before attending to a customer. <br><br>Taking a wing, Deacon gingerly pulled the meat from the bone, hissing at the spice of the sauce. "Jesus, Slap, you're not shitting," he called, taking a sip of his drink to cool the burn.<br><br>"After you get some food, we'll have to have the Doc look at your shoulder again. If the stitches ripped open than you'll have to be put on the bench until they heal," he told Brook at length. Vicky turned to the two, her eyes alert with worry.<br><br>"What were you doing that her stitches could have ripped?" she asked, her worry replaced by a sly grin as she pictured the two in various stages of copulation. "And you didn't think to include me?" she teased. This time it was directed to Brook. "You know I've got just the cure for that kind of pain."<br><br>"Vicky," Deacon warned. It was like chastising an unruly child. Just this child was very horny. <br><br>"What? I don't bite!" she admonished. "Well... actually, I do."<br><br>Deacon just sighed. "Told you," he whispered to Brook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:42:26</strong>
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				"Chicken wings!" Brook's eyes lit up; she couldn't remember the last time she'd had... well... food, let alone good food.<br><br>She took the coffee gratefully, declining sugar or milk that Slap offered her as an afterthought. Mindful of the heat, she held the mug to her lips, then drank, slowly and deeply, eyes closed as she savored the strong, bitter taste. When it was half empty, she sighed in bliss; there was nothing like a good mug of black coffee to warm your insides at the start the day. Or at any time of the day, for that matter. Brook could already feel herself relaxing as the familiar-tasting liquid spread through her body.<br><br>Watching as Vicky and Deacon began biting into the chicken wings, Brook tilted her head to the side, wondering if the wings were really as hot as Deacon seemed to think they were. She took one gingerly in her hands, then bit delicately, sucking at the sauce and juice in the meat before chewing it off.<br><br>She swallowed thoughtfully.<br><br>There was a pout on her lips, wet and glistening with the hot sauce, when Brook turned to Deacon, a little disappointed. "The wings aren't that hot, you baby," she complained, licking her lips before continuing to neatly clean the bones of the perfectly-cooked chicken meat.<br><br>After all three of them had had a few wings each between them when Deacon spoke again, this time to Brook. "I think that would be a good idea," she sighed, making a face at her shoulder. "I wish I could have gotten all eight shots in." Noting Vicky's worry, Brook put down the chicken wing she was currently devouring. "You don't have to worry, Vicky, we're not doing anything too dangerous," she said hastily, absently sucking her fingertips clean of the sauce. They were so <em>good</em>, she felt like she could eat a hundred of them.<br><br>When it was clear that Vicky had (perhaps purposefully) misunderstood, Brook's cheeks brightened. "We weren't doing <em>that</em>!" She insisted, her eyes immediately lowering shyly. To keep herself occupied (and to prevent herself from saying anything more incriminating), Brook resumed eating, her cheeks red from the implications being Vicky's teasing remarks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 02:55:06</strong>
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				Deacon frowned, looking at Brook as she easily ate the chicken wings. "I've just got a much more sensitive tongue," he said, looking away as Vicky snorted at the double entendre. Then Brook fell in to Vicky's trap.<br><br>"Ohhh, I don't know, babe. Deacon's a pretty dangerous guy," she grinned, taking another chicken wing. "I can just imagine what he'd be like in the sack," she mused, looking off, Deacon growling at her in warning.<br><br>"I'm just having fun, Deacon. The way you're acting, you'd think you <em>liked</em> her," Vicky said, completely innocent. <br><br>"Vicky, have done!" Deacon growled, which caused Vicky's mouth to shut tight. A moment later, his eyes softened as he wrapped Vicky in a one armed hug. "You got to watch it, Vick. You're a little to eager," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead before letting her go, finishing his drink. Vicky did the same. <br><br>"Sorry, Deacon," she whispered back, before turning to Brook. Seeing she was absorbing herself in her food, she grinned to Deacon.<br><br>"She likes you, she just can't admit it to herself," she whispered so only he could here. "Just give it time."<br><br>"Vicky, not here, alright?" he responded as quietly, smiling to his friend as she winked, taking another wing. "These things really aren't that hot, you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:00:55</strong>
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				Brook absorbed herself with eating, but out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but notice how friendly Deacon and Vicky were with each other. They were as comfortable around each other as old friends - friends who had experienced a lot together, who trusted each other implicitly -<br><br><em>Maybe friends who had slept together?</em><br><br>Envy seeped into Brook's thoughts; when she realized what the emotion burning in her tummy was, she almost choked on her coffee.<br><br>Excusing herself with a weak smile, she returned to her chicken wings, though entirely unwilling to pursue the feeling that was causing her blush to renew. Once she felt like her face was the normal temperature again, she licked her fingers clean, finished off the rest of her coffee, then slid off the bar stool with a click of heels and turned to face Deacon.<br><br>"Doctor's office?" She inquired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:20:33</strong>
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				"Yea. The longer we wait, the worse," Deacon agreed, getting off his stool after wiping his hands and mouth. Seeing Vicky begin to stand up, Deacon placed a hand on her shoulder. "We'll be right back, Vicky. It'll only be a few minutes," he said, smiling. Reluctantly, Vicky nodded her agreement, sitting back down, turning to strike up a conversation with Slapstick. It was no secret the older gentleman harboured lusts for Vicky, and she made no strides to get rid of them. <br><br>The doctor was in, as per usual, watching a basketball game on a small TV on his desk when Deacon opened the door. Starting at the sound of the door opening, he whirled around, seeing Deacon and Brook file in.<br><br>"Hey, Doc. Care to look at some stitches?" he asked, standing at the door as Brook went forward to sit on the clinician's table. <br><br>"Uhm, certainly. What seems to be the problem? You didn't rip them, did you?" he accosted, moving over to sit on his stool in front of Brook. <br><br>"Come now, I need to see the stitches," he goaded, waiting for Brook to remove her top. "Carefully though, if you have ripped the stitches, they may be caught in the fabric."<br><br>Deacon, on an impulse, moved over beside Brook, grabbing the back of the top when it got near the stitches. "Careful, I can see it, you can't," he explained when she froze at his touch. Surgically slow, he rolled the tube top up over the stitch, seeing it was indeed ripped. "Shit, no more shotguns, ehy?"<br><br>The shirt now clear of the wound, he moved back to a chair near the door, where he sat down and let the doctor go about his business.<br><br>"Shit, Kilgore, why were you doing that?" he asked incredulously as he examined the severity of the rip. "Two stitches are gone, and another one will need to be replaced. Not at all bad, all things considering. Now, this is going to hurt," he warned, beginning to remove the broken or damaged stitches, cleaning the wound, before reapplying fresh stitches.<br><br>"I needed to see what she could do, Doc," he defended himself, crossing his arms tightly as he watched Brook in pain. He didn't like it one bit. <br><br>"I know, I know," the Doc replied absently as he started restitching Brook. "But you could have waited at least a few days."<br><br>"Doc, please," Deacon replied, the vested authority of a gang shutting up the doctor as he finished the stitches. <br><br>"Done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:33:41</strong>
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				Obediently, meekly, Brook reseated herself on the table, trying not to wince at the accusatory tone in the doctor's voice. "I might have ripped them," she said, brutally honest. "I was using a shotgun this morning."<br><br>She was wondering how she was going to go about removing her top without aggravating the stitches further when she felt Deacon come up behind her. Brook froze.<br><br>"Ah... yes. Of course. Thank you," she managed to stammer, as he gently rolled up the bottom of her top. Once it was clear, she unbuttoned the neck, and squirmed out of the sleeves with the doctor's help. It was hard not to be tense, expecting the pain; when the doctor started removing the damaged stitches and recleaning the wound, Brook yelped, before biting down on her whimpers, tears gathering in her eyes at the pain. The lack of adrenaline meant that she could feel every single twitch her muscles made in protest, though given the circumstances, she couldn't really complain.<br><br>Once done, she let out a shuddering breath of relief. "I hope I don't see you anytime soon, doctor," she groaned, gathering up her top but leaving it off. The tube top was decent enough to wear on its own, though alone, it did have the added effect of drawing eyes to her elegant shoulders and collarbones.<br><br>Brook thanked the doctor, then grabbed her leather jacket from last night (which she hadn't gone back to retrieve after her rather eventful 'lesson' with Vicky). She trailed after Deacon, who was looking... tense, again.<br><br>"What else are we doing today?" She asked, unsure if he would let her take his hand again. She stared down at it, uncertainly, but swallowed down the question. "Are you mad? What's wrong, Deacon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:09:07</strong>
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				"I hope you don't either, miss Brook," the doctor smiled, waving them away as he returned to his game. <br><br>Once out the door, Deacon visibly relaxed. Obviously it wasn't enough. "No, I'm not mad," Deacon assured, stopping just before the door to the main room, leaning against the wall. "I'm just tense. Broken stitches can do a lot worse than having to get them replaced. I'm just angry at myself for making you do it. I had a feeling they'd rip, and that's why I told you to fire the gun. On hindsight, it was a stupid idea," he sighed, smiling to her.<br><br>"You look really good in that," he told her, his eyes crawling across her shoulders. "Really, you do." He wanted to kiss her. He really did. But he held himself, knowing that he could easily come on too strong. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her hand, bringing it up and kissing it, before opening the door and leading her out back to Vicky, who smiled when she saw them hand in hand.<br><br>"How'd it go?" she asked, smiling to the two of them. <br><br>"Three stitches had to be replaced," he muttered, his face showing his anger at himself as he sat back in his seat.<br><br>Vicky frowned, shaking her head. "Don't blame yourself, Deacon," she told him, wrapping an arm around him. "She could have said no," she added, smiling to Brook. "Couldn't You?"<br><br>"I know, but that's not going to change it," he returned, unwrapping himself from Vicky's embrace. "You asked what we were going to do, Brook. I don't think it'd be smart to aggravate those stitches, and you did want to get some more dancing clothes before yesterday's mishap. I'm sure Vicky would love to join us."<br><br>Vicky's eyes lit up. "Oh, I <em>love</em> shopping for lingerie!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 04:44:16</strong>
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				"No! I could have said no, but... I wanted to show off a little," Brook admitted. "I remember perfectly well what shotguns can do if you don't fire them correctly - and it might not have been the best idea, but I thought it was more important for you to know what I could do."<br><br>She grinned sheepishly back up at him. "Though, in hindsight, I was a bit stupid. I probably could have asked to show off in a few more days," she said cheekily. <br><br>He complimented her, again; Brook expected him to try to kiss her, and shrank slightly in response, but all he did was take her free hand and kiss the back, warmly. Unexpectedly, she felt a blush rising into her cheeks, and almost wanted to slap herself for feeling embarrassed at such a small gesture. You were supposed to blush at gropes, and hot kisses, and people having sex in public - <em>not</em> little kisses on the back of your hand!<br><br>Looking at him, Brook wasn't sure what she found attractive about Deacon. He was good-looking, yes, but she'd seen plenty of good-looking guys in her lifetime. Being from the social elite meant that she was often around people with money, who groomed themselves well; being in college meant that she met even more people from good families or high ambitions.<br><br>But he had an intensity that was... rare. His brash, reckless, but controlled confidence was the fire in his eyes, and Brook wanted to explore both.<br><br>It also helped that he oozed raw sensuality with each step. Brook had to stifle a sigh of admiration when his back muscles rippled when he opened the door.<br><br>She didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Vicky and Deacon until she heard... delight?<br><br>"Lingerie?" She snapped out of her thoughts, then immediately began shaking her head, trying not to look... excited. "I... with the two of you?" She asked weakly. "But..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:04:52</strong>
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				"Who else would you go with?" Deacon asked. "You need some protection, and Vicky's got the dancing experience. We're a three man team," he smiled, looking at Vicky who was practically jumping with excitement. <br><br>"You need our expertise, honey," Vicky added, wrapping the girl in a hug (this time wary of her stitches). "And besides, who doesn't like going shopping for stupidly priced cloth that covers as much skin as a string?"<br><br>"We're waiting at least four days before we do anything that could aggravate your stitches, so what else is there to do?" Deacon mused, Vicky picking up on that que.<br><br>"Aside from fucking and dancing, not much."<br><br>Deacon glanced to Vicky, giving her a look, which she promptly ignored. "And since you're stitches won't allow you to dance safely and you don't seem inclined to fuck, that leaves only shopping."<br><br>Deacon lifted her hands up, sighing. "I give up. You're on your own, Brook," he said, Vicky smiling in victory as she crossed her arms under her sizable chest, lifting them up in her sheer lace top.<br><br>"I'm tenacious, what can I say?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:25:41</strong>
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				"I-"<br><br>They'd thought of everything.<br><br>Brook couldn't think of anything that she could say that would persuade them to drop the shopping trip - and to be honest, the excitement on Vicky's face made Brook feel rather guilty about not wanting to go. And really, what else was she going to do for the next four days - sit in her room?<br><br>"I.. I guess there's really no better choice..."<br><br>The scream of excitement that came from Vicky sunk a pit of dread into Brook's stomach. She swallowed, and glanced at Deacon apprehensively.<br><br>Somehow, she couldn't get the image of Vicky stripping her naked in the dressing room and putting lingerie set after lingerie set onto her (sneaking gropes in here and there), and parading Brook in front of Deacon between each change of clothing, out of her head.<br><br>"I suppose we should go shopping then," Brook said weakly to Deacon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 06:49:15</strong>
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				"We won't head so deep in to Bonapart this time. There's a rather extensive boutique on the river we can go to. It's so close to Youngbloods territory the Cartel give it a wide birth," Deacon explained as they sat in a car, a hot pink Ferrari 612 Scaglietti (http://museuminmyhead.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/2008-ferrari-612-scaglietti-one-to-one.jpg) with a red leather interior. It was Vicky's, but she opted to let Deacon, the better driver, take the wheel. <br><br>"Even so,&nbsp; I'm taking some extra precautions, as you can tell," he explained, motioning to his dress. He had forgone his jeans and bare torso for a black on black on black suit, and he had removed all his piercings. To complete the transformation, he also wore a pair of thin snazzy black glasses to cover his eyes. It was strange to see him in such a beautiful suit, even more so when his red trihawk made the entire suit seem dangerous and terribly sexy.<br><br>"Yea yea yea, stop showing off. You're sexy in anything you where, now let's go!" Vicky pushed from the back seat, fighting tooth and nail with Brook, who had reasoned it was her car, she should get the front seat. It didn't matter to Vicky, as long as they got to the boutique in plenty of time. She herself wore something that wouldn't attract as many lustfilled looks as normal. A pair of spray on jeans had somehow been painted around her lush curves and wide hips, with a thong poking out the top, while her breasts strained against a short pink baby-tee that left her midriff bare, cut low to reveal enough cleavage to distract anyone talking to her. A pair of white sandals and over sized pink-rim sunglasses finished her outfit, with her platinum blond hair billowing out in a wavy main around her face.<br><br>"Alright, alright," Deacon sighed, starting the car, the engine all but silent. Italian cars at there finest. Rolling out silently form the City, he drove as fast as he dared toward the Bridge leading in to Bonapart. <br><br>During the ride, Deacon stayed pretty much silent, commenting here and there whenever Vicky or Brook asked him a question, but mostly he left the chatting up to Vicky. She of course had no problem finding topics to talk about, from clothes to men to food to movies to music and anything else. The twenty minute drive was good for Brook. Sure, she had been around Vicky for a while now, and was obviously comfortable (as much as someone can be around the blond) with her, but this was the first time they could really just talk. <br><br>They were in the middle of an argument between two actors, he failed to catch their names, when he pulled in to the parking lot, gathering strange looks from the people loitering on the benches at the front of the two story store. A man driving such a feminine car wasn't something you saw every day. <br><br>Their looks were punched off their faces when they saw Deacon's company, Vicky, who had managed to turn a t-shirt and jeans in to an incredible feat of female sensuality, and Brook, all gentle, elven curves and grace. Deacon couldn't help but feel his ego inflate as he linked his hand with Brook's, while Vicky looped her arm through his as they made their way in to the store.<br><br>And what a store. They literally had everything here. From functional bras and panties to ludicrously skimpy bits of string tied together and called a bikini, to full out costumes and, although Deacon nor Vicky tell Brook of this fact, on the second floor they had a section cordoned off where they sold sex toys and other items of that nature.<br><br>Vicky squealed with delight and leaned in to kiss Deacon on the cheek, before looking to Brook with absolute joy in her eyes as she pulled them through the store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 07:46:51</strong>
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				During the car ride, Brook had sunk gingerly into the seat, resting and trying to gather all of her nerves, courage, and gutsiness to survive the shopping trip. She wasn't naive enough to believe that Vicky would let her get away with buying nothing, or only a few conservative items; if nothing else, she knew that the stripper was going to do anything to make sure that Brook had a good dozen or more sets of lingerie and dancewear that would be about as covering as a strip of saran wrap.<br><br>She had a chance to learn more about Vicky, though, and to fully appreciate the depth of her knowledge. Sure, she was no college professor or well-rounded socialite; but Vicky seemed to know a lot about a great deal of things, and a lot of fun little details that Brook likely would have dismissed as trivial in her former life. <br><br>Brook gave as good as she got, teasing and firing joking retorts at Deacon and Vicky when the situation required it. Once in a while, she would be embarrassed into silence, but neither of the two dwelled on their small victories, and would make efforts to slowly draw Brook out of her shell, to get her chatting amiably.<br><br>Which she did - to an extent. A couple of times, the topic neared city and state politics, both topics that Brook was careful to avoid or deflect precisely because she knew so much. She couldn't claim to know nothing (her brief college education and natural voraciousness for knowledge ensured that she knew and revealed enough in normal conversation to appear the farthest thing from uninformed), and so used her knowledge to slowly point topics off in different directions. Vicky and Deacon didn't seem to notice; and though she enjoyed the talking, it was with a sigh of relief that Brook unsnapped her safety belt at the parking lot and got out of the car.<br><br>Brook admired the picture that Vicky, dressed simple and sexy, and Deacon, dangerous and sexy, made as they stood next to the car. The blush that always seemed to linger on her cheeks these days warmed; was it really possible that both of these... hot, gorgeous, amazingly <em>sexy</em> and experienced people - found her hot enough to fantasize to?<br><br>Brook had opted out of changing, her sleek, elegant clothes making a willowy line from the tips of her black suede boots to the top of her head, where a pair of sunglasses perched carefully in her thick hair. She had long given up trying to make herself look like she had curves where she didn't; and true to form, all of her clothes fitted her in a way that made mouths gape open at her slight, feminine curves and tight body.<br><br>Once inside, it was all she could do to keep up with the crazy whirlwind that was Vicky. Somehow, Brook managed to convince her that she wanted to look at personal items first - underwear and bras, and also sports bras, gym shorts, and a couple of bathing suits, for when she needed support and wanted to take a dip in the water, respectively.<br><br>Somehow, Vicky translated that to Brook's wanting feminine silks, laces, and satins, all in varying degrees of blatant sexiness. They all suited Vicky's figure - but unfortunately, Brook was slight enough that wearing them made her look like she was trying to dress up in her mother's clothing.<br><br>After being trussed through the dressing room in a fifth set of such an item, Brook finally stomped out and thrust the pile that Vicky had shoved into the dressing room with her, back at Vicky.<br><br>"Vicky! I can't wear these!" She protested. When Vicky tried to argue, Brook was adamant. "I look and feel silly in all of these ribboned-up, lacy, see-through concoctions. And I don't have anyone to wear them for anyway!"<br><br>They argued for a few moments; when Deacon tried to intervene, both women glared at him before continuing.<br><br>"Will you let me choose some on my own, if I promise to let you pick out the other half of my wardrobe?" Brook finally said, exasperated.<br><br>When she said it, she suddenly realized what Vicky had managed to execute successfully. Still, ever a graceful winner, Brook ran a hand through her hair, watching as Vicky bounced away to pick out half of Brook's lingerie purchases for the day.<br><br>"Is she always like this?" She groaned to Deacon. After a moment of good-natured complaining, Brook made a beeline for the racks of lingerie that she'd seen earlier and wanted to dive into.<br><br>Making it back into 'her' dressing room in record time, Brook removed her tube top, underwear, and shorts for the umpteenth time that day (her boots, she'd left Deacon outside to guard), and then carefully fitted herself into a sleek, purple-and-black satin bra (http://www.fredericks.com/Black_Tie_Bra/45122,default,pd.html?cgid=br17), and a matching pair of black boy shorts (http://www.fredericks.com/Crisscross_Chain_Panty/92127,default,pd.html?cgid=pa8#). She peeked out of the dressing room - Deacon was still sitting there, as patient as a man could be in this kind of situation - but there was no sign of Vicky.<br><br>She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry as she slipped out from behind the curtain.<br><br>"Deacon? What do you think?"<br><br>Shyness made her heart pound as she waited for Deacon's reaction. But when he asked, his voice tight, for her to turn around slowly, like Vicky had requested for every single change, Brook balked. "Turn around? W-why? It's cute, isn't it?" She asked, blushing, and half-hoping he would get up to turn her around himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:30:05</strong>
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				"I'm afraid so," Deacon laughed, doing his manly duty at guarding Vicky's purse and Brook's boots as they hunted throughout the store for the outfits that would gouge a hole in his wallet the size of a crater. It was worth it, Deacon reasoned. <br><br>Watching with idle interest as Brook entered her dressing room, spending a time fitting in to her newest outfit, before her head peaked out around the curtain. When she shyly left the stall, Deacon's body tightened, crossing his arms, his neck tightening as his jaw cinched. He had stood up from his chair, closing half of the distance between the two, his eyes wandering over Brook's amazing body. His breathing was deep and his voice was ragged when he asked her to turn around.<br><br>Her blush killed him, as he closed the remaining distance, placing his powerful hands on her shoulders, guiding her smaller body to turn around. He made a strangled noise when he got a look at her ass and the 'V' that was cut right down the center, showing him more of her than he had ever seen before. <br><br>Tearing his eyes away from that perfection, he continued to twirl her around until she face him again, his eyes (he had taken off the glasses) burning with so much need and restraint. If he could, he'd attack her right here, but he needed to keep himself in line. Despite that fact, his hands had traveled up her shoulder until they were cupping each of her cheeks, his eyes staring hard in to hers. His breathing was audibly strained, and his voice was none existent.<br><br>How easy it would be to push her through the cloth 'door' to the change room, where they would be concealed and he could feel her like he wanted to. It was agonizing for him, but he couldn't give in. It had to be her. His want was obvious, but he knew it was <em>her</em> who had to make the initial move.<br><br>Vicky had been coming back with a handful of items, hopefully more to Brook's liking, and another bundle of clothing for himself. But she saw, over a rack of skimpy tops, Deacon and Brook, an inch away from each other as he held her head in his hands. Her eyes widening, she made sure she couldn't be seen and watched where it would go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:47:58</strong>
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				Her breath got caught, then choked up considerably in her throat when she saw Deacon's reaction. It was as rewarding as anything he could have said; Brook stared, mesmerized, as his eyes traveled - down, then up, then back down, slow and lingering on her body.<br><br>She could almost feel the heat from his eyes as they lingered on the gentle swell of cleavage peeking above the playful bra. She felt, more than saw, his gaze travel down, caressing the long expanse of her torso (elongated thanks to the low-rise waistband of her boy shorts) before lingering on the tiny bit of cloth that covered her mons. Then they slid down her long legs, ending at her toes.<br><br>Brook was short of breath already when he asked her to turn around. She didn't refuse - but she couldn't move, because her feet were rooted to the ground, afraid of that hungry, raw desire in his eyes.<br><br>It didn't matter. He turned her around himself. Brook heard the strangled noise that came from his throat; her heart skipped a beat, and her short breaths became shallow pants, nervous and confused and wanting <em>him</em>. But he did nothing except turn her back around and cup her cheeks, staring down at her, forcing her to stare back at him. She could feel the tenseness in his entire body... but somehow, his hands were amazingly gentle on her cheeks.<br><br>For long, strained moments they stared at each other, their breaths both strained from conflicting emotions. But it was Brook who moved first - she lifted one hand up, sliding it over the hand cupping her cheek, and swallowed, wetting her lips before she repeated the question she had asked him that morning.<br><br>"Will you kiss me, Deacon?" It came out strangled as her eyes smoldered, her eyes closing briefly as she kissed the palm of his hand, gently. Brook saw only Deacon as she waited for him, silently pleading, to kiss her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 09:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Deacon whispered, before he pressed his lips to hers, kissing with all the need he had for her, his left hand dropping to wrap around her slender waist, deepening the hold on her body as he deepened the kiss, rocking forward on his heels as he devoured her. Realizing that they were in full view of any body glancing this way, Deacon pulled back the curtain on the dressing room, and carefully moved Brook and himself in, spinning around so he could close the curtain back up, before his knees hit the back of the bench and he stumbled to the bench, instinctually pulling Brook down with him, his hand trailing down to rest on her hip, his pinky finger resting against the band of Brook's boy shorts.<br><br>He wanted to touch her, but he couldn't go to fast. He simply tightened his grip on her hip as he broke the kiss to gasp for air, before taking her lips in his again, his teeth grabbing her lower lip and tugging it gently. "Brook," he moaned in to her ear as he began to kiss her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, and traveling up again to meet her lips. By now she was straddling his hips as he hugged her to her, using all his control to keep her in command.<br><br>Meanwhile, Vicky jumped with glee as he saw the two disappear in to the change room, her eyes bright as she returned to shopping, reinvigorated by the look on Deacon and Brook's face as they kissed. They were perfect together. Vicky could see that more than anything else. Sure, a slight pang was in her stomach at the knowledge that as long as one of them were here, she'd never be able to enjoy the other, but for Deacon she could suffer. <br><br>Everything has its price, they say. Well, with Deacon and Brook's joy came Vicky's joy. And Vicky's joy meant shopping with Deacon's money.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 09:19:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lost all sense of space, direction, and time as Deacon grabbed her up against him and kissed her, hard. Brook clung to his expensive black suit and shirt, her breath coming in shuddering gasps whenever he freed her lips long enough to breathe. When he didn't, she whimpered, and returned his hard, urgent kisses with her own - soft and yielding, molding herself against him until she couldn't figure out where he started and she ended.<br><br>Somehow, Brook ended up straddling his hips on the small bench in the dressing room, one long, bare leg danging past their bodies, reaching towards the carpeted floor. His name spilled from her as he trailed down her neck and collarbone; against her rampaging desires, something screamed at Brook to look around and stop and <em>think!</em><br><br>She managed to open her eyes as she trembled in Deacon's arms. They were- that's right, they'd been shopping. This was a dressing room. Brook whimpered, her mind temporarily blanking as their lips met. Her tongue danced over his lips, her teeth nibbling and nipping gently.<br><br><em>Dressing room</em>.<br><br>That's right. They really shouldn't be doing this here.<br><br><em>Half-naked...</em><br><br>Brook moaned softly as his hand squeezed her hip, as rough, firm fingers slid down her back. Delightful shivers tingled in her skin as she rubbed up against the material of his suit.<br><br><em>Wait-</em><br><br>"Deacon-" Brook's soft whimper made her lift her head from the kiss with a gasp, breathing hard, shaking from a mixture of arousal and taut nerves. "Deacon, wait-"<br><br>She couldn't resist. Brook kissed him again, harder, more urgently, her barely clothed body squirming on top of his finely dressed one. She pressed her hips down, grinding gently against Deacon.<br><br>It took some effort, but she managed to tear herself away, pressing her arms on his shoulders so he couldn't kiss her again.<br><br>"We're... store... Deacon, we're... in the dressing room of the store." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 09:37:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon had no such hang ups as he kissed Brook's shoulder and neck and lips and jaw. Her voice was a dull thud in the back of his head as she tried to gather her thoughts and find her bearings. He didn't make it easy as he deepened their kisses, his tongue flicking at her lips. Somewhere in those needing kisses his member had hardened enough to tent his pants and press against Brook's clothed mound.<br><br>He groaned in to her kiss when she began grinding her hips against his member, sending jolts of pleasure and need to his fire as his hand slid down from her hip to cup her tight ass cheek, squeezing lightly.<br><br>But then she was pushing him back, her arms locked as she panted heavily, trying to get through to Deacon that they were in a very public place. He didn't seem to register her words for moment, before realization donned on him and he relaxed, shifting to lean against the side of the booth, breathing heavily. His hands came up to pull Brook to him in a hug.<br><br>"Why did you have to say it?" he smiled, whispering in to her ear as he stroked her back with his hands, his member slowly deflating as he got used to Brook resting on him. Turning to face her, he gingerly kissed her cheek, before kissing her lips with out the maddening need that he graced her with prior. Now it was just pure emotion he conveyed. Resting his forehead against hers, their noises touched as he looked in her eyes. "I was carried away. I'm... sorry. You're just so... amazing," he whispered, smiling lightly to her.<br><br>But then the curtain whipped open and Vicky was standing their with an armful of clothing. "Good, you haven't started fucking. You guys need to be more careful," she breathed with relief, holding up three different outfits. "I've got more for you to try on," she beamed, as if the site before her was as natural and normal as walking down a street..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 11:16:48</strong>
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				"Sorry," Brook apologized breathlessly as the two of them caught their breaths. She relaxed her arms and collapsed against him, curling up on his chest like a kitten - albeit a large, half-naked one. Had they almost...?<br><br>Gods, she had been terribly close to letting herself get devoured by Deacon, dressing room, public, or not. She dragged in a deep, cooling breath, sighing as he kissed her long and sweet. Brook felt something quiver in her belly when he stared down into her eyes again. There was something dark, stormy, and sensual in them, in the rawest way, that made Brook want to reach out and-<br><br>Vicky's arrival triggered a blush into Brook's cheeks - the first since she'd they'd arrived in the parking lot. "D-D-Deacon was just leaving!" Brook squeaked, somehow managing to simultaneously yank him to his feet and shove him out of the small dressing room. She grabbed the outfits from Vicky, her face beet red, then slid the curtain shut, glad that at even if both Deacon and Vicky knew she was horribly embarrassed at having been caught red-handed, at least they couldn't see her flaming cheeks.<br><br>When she had calmed down some, Brook peeked her head from behind the curtain. "Vicky? I forgot to ask your opinion on this bra and these panties..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 17:39:35</strong>
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				Deacon was rushed out of the dressing room, standing quite confused why Vicky gave him a lecherous grin. "It's only a matter of time, Deacon, before she accepts you," she whispered, wrapping him in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.<br><br>Turning to look at Brook, she smiled. "Coming," she piped as she slipped through the curtain in to the booth with Brook. Unlike Deacon, Vicky didn't seize up when she saw the large flesh 'V' on her ass. "Oh, I see why Deacon was so bothered," she smiled, running her hands down Vicky's back. <br><br>"Absolutely deadly, hon, now try this (http://www.fredericks.com/Open_Mesh_Chemise/90861,default,pd.html?cgid=li3) on," she said, handing her the mesh chemise. "And don't say you have anyone to wear it for, because we both know that you very well do," she chastised, smiling.<br><br>"After that, try on this chemise (http://www.fredericks.com/Sequin_Stretch_Mesh_Teddy/92375,default,pd.html?cgid=li14) and this set (http://www.fredericks.com/Rhinestone_Heart_Skong/92256,default,pd.html?cgid=pa4)," she ordered, smiling. "One for sleep, one for show, I do hope they aren't to... frilly," she pouted, before skirting out through the curtain to join Deacon, who was sitting on his chair again in contemplation. Moving over to him, Vicky pushed him so his back was against the chair as she sat on his lap, hugging his head to her and petting. <br><br>"You alright,?" she asked, subdued, as she looked down at Deacon. There was peace on his face at the moment, but she knew that couldn't last.<br><br>"Yea, I'm alright," Deacon said, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her. "It's just frustrating."<br><br>Vicky clucked. "I know, baby, just give it time," she told him, wondering what was taking Brook so long. "I'll be right back," she told Deacon as she peaked her head in the curtain. "You almost done, hon?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 18:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook blushed. Of course, Vicky was right - considering Deacon's interest, and the way she reacted to him, she certainly did have someone to wear pretty and sexy lingerie pieces. She carefully removed the bra and panties she had on, then set it in the small basket of things she planned on purchasing.<br><br>If they'd been in the privacy of her room, or his, would she have stopped him from going further?<br><br>Lingering, conflicted thoughts were swept out of her mind when she looked at the items Vicky had insisted she try on. They were mesh. Not that that was bad in and of itself, but... they were structurally designed to really not hide much of anything, and to make whoever was looking at her want to remove said items of mesh.<br><br>Considering Deacon, well... Brook blushed again. He would probably prefer to strip her naked as soon as he saw the lingerie.<br><br>Vicky's voice sounded through the curtain. "Coming!" She called back. She was currently in the chemise (http://www.fredericks.com/Sequin_Stretch_Mesh_Teddy/92375,default,pd.html?cgid=li14), blushing a little bit at how much it was going to reveal.<br><br><em>You silly. If you're eventually going to have sex with him anyway, he's going to see <strong>everything</strong></em>, the sexy, exhibitionist part chided the blushing, shy part of herself.<br><br>Brook bit her lip. Well, hopefully the sequins would be distracting - and at the very least, the panties covered everything...<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the curtain. "I didn't really like the first one, Vicky, but how's this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 18:41:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, poo, I really liked the first one. Oh well, I'll just get it for myself," she smiled when Brook popped out, and Vicky breathed in sharply. "Absolutely ravishing," she grinned, looking at Deacon, who was starring at Brook intently, reading every part of her skin. The mesh was thick enough to obscure her pert breasts, but he could still see the smallest tinge of darker skin where her nipples were. <br><br>"Well, what do you think, Deacon?" Vicky quirked, moving to twirl Brook around, pausing to let Deacon examine her bare back, the stitches only adding to his fire, with her high cut panties revealing the underside of her butt. "I think she's amazing," she said, finishing Brook's twirl and smiling. "Go try the last thing on," she smiled, pushing her in to the booth with a slap of her butt. <br><br>"Hmm, tight, but you already knew that, didn't you?" she grinned at Deacon.<br><br>"You're incorrigible," Deacon sighed as he sank in to the chair. "You really are."<br><br>"And you love me for it, so drop it," Vicky returned, gleefully. Again, she wondered what was taking Brook so long.<br><br>"My word, it's like getting a child to try on clothes," she sighed, peeking through the curtain once again. "You're fine darling, now let's see," she called to the girl. <br><br>"Vicky, let her go at her own pace," Deacon warned, and Vicky turned to look at her. "You <em>will</em> scare her away."<br><br>"Oh, no I won't," she waved him off, moving to sit on Deacon's lap again. "What's with only having one damn chair in here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:07:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing some of her shyness, Brook slipped out from behind the curtain again, this time in the matching set (http://www.fredericks.com/Rhinestone_Heart_Skong/92256,default,pd.html?cgid=pa4) Vicky had found for her. This one, she had liked; the lines of the bra emphasized and drew eyes to how lithe she was, rather than her decided lack of a chest, and the skirt was playful and flirty.<br><br>"I liked this one a lot," she announced, bouncing out. She swirled once without having Vicky prompting her to do it; as with the other, the thong underneath the sheer mesh rode her tight bottom snugly.<br><br>When she was shooed back in, Brook began trying on some other, sexier pieces that she'd seen, but wanted to save as a surprise for Deacon. She tossed a few that she particularly liked into the <em>To Purchase</em> basket; maybe she could ask Vicky to give her opinions on when the best time to wear them would be.<br><br>Trying on another chemise (http://www.fredericks.com/Audrina_Chemise/91671,default,pd.html?cgid=li17&amp;defaultOpt=true&amp;all1=all), Brook slipped out again for an opinion. She did the same for two (http://www.fredericks.com/Strappy_Lace_Teddy/91012,default,pd.html?cgid=li19&amp;defaultOpt=true&amp;all1=all) others (http://www.fredericks.com/Crisscross_Lace_Teddy/91387,default,pd.html?cgid=li19&amp;defaultOpt=true&amp;all1=all), each more daring than the last, before unexpectedly coming out in a slinky, sexy black number (http://www.fredericks.com/Strappy_Bra__+amp+_Thong_Set/92293,default,pd.html?cgid=li10&amp;start=24&amp;sz=12&amp;all1=all) that made a passing shopper (a young man, who had probably come at the behest of his girlfriend) gape, and stare openly.<br><br>Brook only had eyes for Deacon and Vicky. "What do you think?" She asked Vicky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:22:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon watched the show with increasing interest, Vicky deciding to sit on him to keep him from attacking Brook again. "Down boy," she giggled as Deacon reluctantly sat back on the chair. <br><br>As each outfit was modeled with a slow twirl, Deacon felt the fire return as he fidgeted under Vicky's weight. As the last three outfits were displayed, Deacon growled deep in his throat as she twirled, revealing her basically bare ass, a thin string with maybe a small triangle patch the only thing actually covering her. By then his arousal was back, his member stiffening just enough for Vicky to feel it as she sat.<br><br>"You're getting me all wet, babe," Vicky giggled, rubbing her thighs together. "And I can say with confidence that Deacon here likes what he sees," she laughed, wiggling her ass before standing up to reveal the slight tent in his pants. The sudden freedom Deacon had caused him to practically jump to his feet, moving a step forward before stopping him.<br><br>"What <em>are</em> you going to do with those?" he asked her, his voice thick with suggestion. It was the most brazen he had been with her so far. He wanted her horribly. <br><br>"Oh, wear them to get you excited enough to take her, I suppose," Vicky pondered, before ushering Brook back in to change in to her short shorts and tube top. "Now get changed before Deacon decides he isn't going to wait for more privacy."<br><br>"Vicky..." he growled. <br><br>"Hey, <em>I'm</em> actually being responsible for once. You're the one who's thinking with your dick at the moment," she chastised him loud enough for Vicky to here behind the thick curtain. <br><br>"I think that's all we're getting, don't you Brook?" she asked, gathering the items she was getting for herself and gathering them in her arms. "Well, Deacon, get the wallet out."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:42:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Given how loud Vicky was, Brook couldn't help but hear as Vicky audibly chastised Deacon and told him wait outside the dressing room. She giggled, but quickly changed back into her clothing with a sigh of relief. It was exciting, dressing up and showing off for Deacon and Vicky, but it was so much more comfortable wearing actual clothing that covered up more than just her nipples and her crotch.<br><br>When Brook slid the curtain open, she handed to Deacon the basket of things that she wanted to purchase, and slid her long legs back into her boots. It was obvious from the number of items inside that she hadn't shown her protector (and her mentor) at least a third of the basket - or at least, she hadn't worn them for inspection. "Vicky, can I ask your opinion for some of the other things later?" Brook asked shyly.<br><br>Towards Deacon, Brook felt just slightly guilty - she hadn't wanted to tease him <em>too</em> much. "Deacon, you look angry," she said in a soft voice, taking his free hand in both of hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:51:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing, babe," Vicky smiled as she practically skipped toward the checkout counter. She heard Brook's timidness, and looked back to see her holding Deacon's hand protectively. <br><br>She laughed. "Honey, he isn't <em>angry</em>. He's all wound up and edgy. I would be too if I got as far as he did," she explained, to which Deacon smiled.<br><br>"She's right. I'm not angry, although I'm going to miss my wallet," he added, smiling to Brook as he grabbed her hand and kissed it, before moving to the checkout, the girl at the counter ringing in the clothing. <br><br>"That'll be... $582.57, sir," the girl returned, trying to hide a smile as he reluctantly pulled out his wallet, handing her a credit card. <br><br>A half grand later and the items were officially theirs. "There you go, sir, madames, have a nice day."<br><br>Sighing, he linked his fingers in Brook's and made to the car. <br><br>"I better get to see every one of those, just so you know," he teased Brook as Vicky hummed to herself, walking triumphantly out with a large bag.<br><br>"Oh, I think you will, Deacon," she chimed in as they piled in to the car and Deacon pulled out of the driveway. <br><br>The sun had crept out of the clouds while they had been in the store, and it was turning out to be a beautiful day. "We could go back to the City, or we could do something else. Any suggestions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:23:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook blushed brightly, but she shyly kept to Deacon's side as he paid for her purchases, watching as his eyes darted over each piece speculatively while they were rung up. A couple of pieces were more daring than even the last set she'd shown off for Vicky and Deacon; they were pure mesh, or strings with small patches of cloth to cover the essentials. She'd even bought a couple of bathing suits, though it was hard to distinguish them from the rest of the pretty garments.<br><br>"I'll show them to you on the condition that you don't ravish me with them on," she murmured, only for his ears. <br><br>Once in the car, Brook pondered... what they could do. She couldn't go into the pool, but... "Do you want to go swimming?" She asked them. "It's been a while since I've been in the sun... but I wouldn't mind simply going back to Solomon's and sleeping, or watching a movie, or doing something...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't make any promises, but I'll try my hardest to wait until they're off," Deacon whispered back, squeezing Brook's hand.<br><br>"Hmm, you and Vicky in a swimsuit? I think I'd fry my brain after so much time shopping," he pondered, eliciting a giggle from Vicky. "Besides, both our stitches would keep us from the water, and as much fun it'd be to watch you sunbathe..." he let the sentence hang. <br><br>"We could go back and watch a movie, and maybe Vicky could give you a less intensive training session this time around? Just a visual?" he asked, a rather poorly hidden excuse to let Vicky dance for him and Brook. "There's a lot to do in Kings City if you have the money, any suggestions?"<br><br>"We could go clubbing!" Vicky suggested, leaning between the two seats of the front car. <br><br>"Vicky, we live at a club and you're a stripper," Deacon said.<br><br>"Exactly, I'm always on stage. I never just get to sit and watch them dance for <em>me</em>. Besides, it could be fun. You know how the atmosphere is there," Vicky pressed, and Deacon sighed.<br><br>"It's only three o'clock. The good clubs don't open until 10 at the earliest," he pressed in turn. <br><br>"So we go home, watch a movie, I dance for you, and Brook dances for me. That's my compromise," Vicky said, crossing his arms stubbornly. <br><br>Sighing, Deacon turned to Brook, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. <br><br>"You decide: Club, home, or you can come up with something else."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:49:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook laughed at their banter. "Vicky, I'd love to see you dance again, if you wouldn't mind," she said enthusiastically, turning around so Vicky could see the delight in her eyes. She squirmed a little bit at the thought - she was sure that Vicky's dancing would be much more sensual, much more sexy than anything she'd done yesterday night.<br><br>She did have to protest when Vicky said she wanted Brook to dance for her, though. "I really don't think I could do anything like yesterday night," she said doubtfully, blushing warmly. "Not because I don't want to, but - the stitches really hurt today," she said in a soft voice.<br><br>"Maybe we can watch a movie at home... if you want to dance, you can dance, Vicky... oh!" Brook gasped as she twisted in the seat so she could talk more directly with Vicky. "I can show you some of the other things I got?" She offered, pointing at the shopping bag in the back seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 03:19:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't mind at all. But my dancing is <em>much</em> more personal with friends, darling," she smiled sweetly. She frowned when Brook tried to get out of dancing. "Ohhh but you don't have to dance like last night. Besides, I was thinking we could practice lapdances tonight," she grinned predatory at Brook . <br><br>"Oh, I'd love that! I do need to make sure they're fashionable, after all," she giggled gleefully, Deacon sighing to himself.<br><br>"Alright, home it is," Deacon said, turning on the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "But I want to see what you bought too," he added, frowning at Brook before cracking a smile.<br><br>It was a quick, pleasant drive back to the City, where Deacon parked Vicky's car in the alleyway, handing her the keys, reaching out to grab Brook's hand. He was carrying both bags in his other hand, the large logo from the store printed in green on the baby blue bags. <br><br>Soon enough they were in Deacon's room, and Deacon was serving drinks for the three. A large Wet Pussy for Vicky, a Pussy Juice (http://www.drinksmixer.com/drinkz123y99.html) for Brook, and a Gilligan's Island (http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink96.html) for himself.<br><br>Putting them on the bar, he smiled to Brook. "Living in a Club you learn to make a lot of drinks, try this one. It's a Juicy Pussy, but don't let the name get you, it's quite good."<br><br>Taking his drink, he moved to the couch, sitting down on the biggest one, Vicky plopping down beside him. He patted the seat for Brook to join them.<br><br>"So uhh... what movie do you want to watch?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 03:33:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll dance as much as you want me to after I get better, Vicky!" Brook protested, her cheeks going even more pink at the idea of giving anyone - let alone Deacon or Vicky - a lapdance. "Besides, neither of you would be able to keep your hands to yourself," she murmured reproachfully, making the appropriate sounds of disbelief when Vicky laughed it off.<br><br>Again, he seemed to think it his right to take her hand in his; she smiled to herself, gripping his palm tightly as they returned inside. It wasn't long before Deacon was handing drinks for her and Vicky; looking at the drink in her hand, she sipped it tentatively, smiling at mixture of sweet-and-bitterness.<br><br>This time, she managed not to blush cherry red for Deacon. "A Juicy Pussy?" She repeated, taking another sip. "It's good. I wouldn't mind having this more often," she murmured softly, her cheeks burning only when she realized the double entendre.<br><br>Brook took a careful seat on Deacon's other side, kicking off her boots and curling her legs up beside her. "I don't really care what movie," she answered, "Just something to keep us occupied for a couple of hours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:09:33</strong>
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				"And that's a bad thing why?" Vicky asked, as if it was the dumbest reasoning she'd ever heard. "I'm going to hold you to that," she smiled to the girl who was rapidly becoming a good friend.<br><br>Flicking on the television, he flipped through the Apple TV with the catalogue of movies: Action, Sci-Fi, Romance, and the like. At the bottom of the list was a random movie button. Pushing it, he leaned in to the leather couch, resting his arms along the top of the cushions behind Vicky and Brook. He had taken off his jacket and untucked his shirt, so he could move freely, and his sleeves were rolled up.<br><br>The wide screen went black as the FBI warnings rolled, and then the opening credits for <em>Crank</em> began rolling. <br><br>"Well, it's a movie..." he said at length as the opening ten minute action scene progressed. <br><br>"At least Jason Stathome's hot," Vicky muttered, using Deacon's side as a back rest. <br><br>"I suppose..." he said at length. "Man, I wish I could do that," Deacon commented when Jason's character took out a room singlehandedly.<br><br>"Of course you do. Every guys does," Vicky rolled her eyes, getting up to refill her drink. <br><br>"Yea yea yea," he waved her off, turning to Brook. "So how was your day?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:48:12</strong>
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				Once the movie started and the lights in Deacon's room dimmed, Brook felt significantly more comfortable leaning against Deacon. In the dress shirt and slacks, he looked almost like a politician, or a college student going to a job interview. He could very well have fit into her world - as a businessman or a professor. Though, his hair...<br><br>Brook giggled, shyly, scooting a little closer to Deacon's body until she was pressed up against his side. As the action scene began, the camera darting back and forth to see the actors, Brook rested her body against him, relaxing marginally as some of her shyness faded, and she was able to forget about being close enough to smell him, and feel his harder body against hers.<br><br>But sated with alcohol and after her shopping 'experience' with Deacon and Vicky... before long, Brook had dozed off against Deacon's shoulder her breath steady and even.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 05:29:31</strong>
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				The movie was half way done, and it was only 5 o'clock when Deacon felt Brook's body relax utterly against him, and he could here her breathing slow and deepen. Looking down at her peaceful face, Deacon smiled, looking over to Vicky, who was engrossed in the movie. Wrapping an arm around Brook, he smiled, watching the movie.<br><br>Vicky was getting bored, though. <br><br>"Oh, poo, this is <em>boring</em>. Wake her up so I can see what else she bought," Vicky groaned, leaning against Deacon's other side.<br><br>"Vicky, I'm not going to wake her up," Deacon whispered back to her. The job was done, though, by a massive explosion that rocked the room, coming from the speakers. She was startled from her sleep, momentary confusion and panic striking her face before Deacon, his arm resting around her waist, squeezed. "Woah, settle down. It's the movie."<br><br>"Well, she's awake now. The clubs aren't open yet, and the movie is obviously not doing the trick. That leaves only a fashion show!" she jumped up, her breasts bouncing. "Come on, I haven't shown you any of the things I got, and you've still got to show us what else <em>you</em> got," she reasoned, skipping over to pull Brook from the couch, pulling her over to where the bags sat by the door. "No buts, I'm bored, you're hot, it's a perfect combination," she shot, knocking back any retort Brook might have had. <br><br>Deacon just sat there, wondering what had happened to watching a movie.<br><br>"Come now, Deacon, we'll use your room, it's got the biggest bathroom," she called, and Deacon, sighing, got up from the couch to follow them in to his room, which was large enough to still sport a small living area with a couch, which he promptly parked his rear. <br><br>"Come on, Brook," Vicky groaned, pulling her in to the massive bathroom with their bags.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 05:53:20</strong>
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				Brook jerked awake partly through the movie at a loud explosion, the sudden sound startling her into sitting up before she even knew she was awake. "Deacon, wha-?"<br><br>She didn't fully wake up, though, until Vicky mentioned a fashion show. Then, she bit her lip and tried to get out of it - somehow. How was she going to wear all the things she'd gotten - in front of Deacon? Some of them weren't even halfway decent, and there were some that were even <em>less</em> than halfway decent!<br><br>"But Vicky!" Brook wailed, as the older woman pulled her to her feet. "I couldn't - you can't make me! Some of them aren't- Vicky!" The blond dragged her through a set of doors and into a large, spacious bathroom suite, complete with a shower stall, luxurious bathtub with water jets, and a large mirror paneled over one wall. They were inside already before Vicky let her go, and suddenly, Brook found herself under Vicky's intense scrutiny.<br><br>"Can I at least not model the ones that show a lot?" Brook squeaked nervously, her eyes darting out to the door that led to the Deacon's room. She pulled out one of the pieces she was referring to - a bra and thong set in black lace (http://www.fredericks.com/Lace_Shelf_Bra_+amp+_Strappy_Thong_Set/90586,default,pd.html?cgid=br16) that completely exposed her breasts and just barely covered her center with a diamond of black cloth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:07:30</strong>
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				"If you weren't going to wear them then why on earth did you buy them?" Vicky huffed, wondering if she should argue further. "But I'm not going to make you wear anything you don't want. Although, I know we'd both <em>love</em> to see you in that."<br><br>Sighing, Vicky pulled out an item for herself to try on. "I'll be right back," she giggled, opening the shower, closing the door behind her, clouding her body as she shed her jeans, thong, shirt, and bra, before fiddling around with a black item. "Alright, coming out now!" she called, before opening the stall, revealing her black bit of string (http://lingeriecanada.com/catalog/product_info.php/cPath/25/products_id/3277), her hefty chest virtually bare as they strained against the strings and the black lace stretching across her nipples. Twirling around, she smiled, bouncing on her heels, which caused her body to bounce along with her.<br><br>"Well, what do you think?" she asked. "I think it's a little restricting," she complained, shifting around as the strings crisscrossing imprinted on her body. "But it's damn sexy, no?"<br><br>"So, come now, find something you <em>will</em> put on, at least. If we're really going to knock Deacon on his ass, we'll need something that compliments each other. You got anything like this, even a bit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:34:45</strong>
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				"Well..." Brook was trying to sound indignant without sounding shy or embarrassed, but the her rosy blush and slight pout complete undermined any forcefulness that she might have had in her voice. "It's because... eventually, if we have sex... I would wear it as a surprise for Deacon," she admitted, feeling her tummy flip-flop as her heart jumped excitedly at the thought.<br><br>Still, Brook couldn't find it in her to deny Vicky this pleasure. After all, Vicky was teaching her to pole dance, and it was probably thanks to that particular performance yesterday that Deacon had found himself captivated her her. <em>Her!</em> Watching as Vicky bounced into the shower stall, Brook remembered one item that she'd remembered liking very much. It had covered everything without revealing too much - and yet, the design functioned such that it seemed like the garment covered very little at all.<br><br>Brook was just straightening the last straps of her teddy (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/produit.asp?CodeCollection=106&amp;Modele=40&amp;idx=1&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) when Vicky came, quite literally, bouncing out as she showed off her purchase to Brook.<br><br>"It's beautiful," Brook blurted out as she stared, wide-eyed, at the way Vicky's lush body bounced along with her movements. "If I didn't like my own body so much, I'd probably be jealous," she admitted, finally fastening the last of the straps that connected the bra to the thong.<br><br>It was delicate and feminine, with pale pink lacing lining the edge of the black bra. The straps and strings of her thong and bra were all embroidered lace and lovely floral designs... and the strings that stretched down from the bra to the tiny thong were wholly inadequate at concealing anything, and only served to force the eye down between Brook's legs, concealed by a pretty scrap of lace.<br><br>Even better, her nipples could just barely be seen through the mesh of the bra; and, as close as Vicky was, it was easy to tell that they had pebbled into hard nubs.<br><br>"I... you're not going to make me give Deacon a lap dance, right?" She asked, blushing, her voice a high, breathy gasp as Vicky examined her. "I don't think I could do it without collapsing at his feet, especially if he touched me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:57:24</strong>
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				"Honey, it's not a question of <em>if</em> you have sex with Deacon, it's <em>when</em>. I've seen the way you skitter around each other, trying to keep your needs in check. There's only so long you can keep that inside you before it explodes," she explained, grinning to Brook. "And when that happens, it's the best sex you can expect to have."<br><br>Ducking out of the shower, she did a quick cat walk to display her new outfit. "Hmm, there are times I wish I had a body like yours, you know," she sighed, completely comfortable in the skimpy clothing. She grinned, so did Brook, it seemed. Amazing how quickly she adapted to her new home.<br><br>"That is a brilliant piece, darling," Vicky said, moving over to closer examine Brook. Trailing a hand around her shoulder and back. Then she noticed the eraser hard nipples poking against the dark mesh. <br><br>"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want, but... I think you're lying to yourself," Vicky whispered in to Brooks ear, pressing her body against Brook. "I think you want to grind against Deacon, have him touch you."<br><br>Pulling back and away from Brook, Vicky switched on a time to casual friend. "But, I'm not going to make you do anything. So, let's go and give Deacon a major chubby," she chimed, linking an arm in Brooks and opening the door, pulling the girl along with he to stand in full view for Deacon, who sat on the couch directly across from the bathroom door.<br><br>"Well, what do you think?" Vicky asked, twirling the two women around for Deacon's appraisal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:13:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook squirmed in her lingerie, becoming more at ease in little bits of nothing because of Vicky's relaxed manner. She had never been in such a sexually free environment as this (for obvious reason), so showing her body off, being comfortable as a sexy, <em>hot</em> young woman, was as new to her as being a member of a gang.<br><br>But Brook liked it, and liked it a lot. When Vicky pressed their bodies together, a throaty moan escaped her lips, a reaction of pure pleasure as her nipples were rubbed against the mesh, and Vicky's soft flesh sent shivers all the way up and down her own spine. The former city girl didn't doubt that if she'd been a lesbian, she would probably, at this very moment, be all over Vicky, instead of agonizing about about her conflicted feelings about Deacon.<br><br>It was hard to say what she was waiting for, or why she didn't want to tease Deacon until he simply ravished her. "Even if I want it and he wants it, I... when I eventually give myself to him, I want him to want me so badly, he won't even be able to remember what thinking is like," she murmured, before following Vicky back out.<br><br>At Vicky's command, Brook twirled elegantly, looking sweet and sassy in bare feet and her lingerie. She waited behind Vicky as Deacon inspected the older woman; when he was done, she slipped out from behind the blonde, her eyes glimmering with disquieting restraint. She didn't quite give Deacon a lap dance, but she did walk forward until she stood between his knees.<br><br>Taking his hands in hers, she slid them over her hips, where the flower-shaped bits of lace stretched over her flesh. "Do you like it?" She breathed softly, watching him eagerly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:33:32</strong>
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				"Hmm, that's what I want to here," Vicky grinned, just before pulling her out through the door. "That's what I want for my main man."<br><br>But then she was in exhibitionist mode, stalking over to Deacon, bending at his waist to look at him straight in his eyes, which she managed to hold for a few seconds before they dropped to her pendulous breasts, all but covered by her top. "Oh, you like it," she grinned, turning around, sitting on his lap and grinding her ass against his pelvis just long enough to feel a stir in his pants. "You really like it."<br><br>But then she was done, hopping off Deacon and skirting away from Deacon, letting Brook take charge.<br><br>And take charge she did. The girl who had been so skittish just two days ago walked over to Deacon in full confidence, stepping in between his legs. Feeling the flush of her skin against his hands, he swallowed, trailing his hands down her thighs, before sliding over and coming up her inner thigh, before wrapping around to cup her ass.<br><br>Looking up at her, he sighed, seeing the hard nubs of her nipples scraping against the mesh. She was absolutely ravishing. "Are you sure you don't want to give me that lapdance?" he asked forlornly, smiling to her. At least this time he didn't nearly choke on his desire. "Because you're absolutely beautiful."<br><br>"Hmph, didn't say that to me," Vicky teased from where she stood completely at ease. "But that's alright. I <em>know</em> I'm beautiful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 07:41:46</strong>
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				"Thank you." The words were soft and breathless, as pleasure from his obvious enjoyment filled her eyes and face, bringing a warm smile to her lips. She struggled with the want to give him what he asked for, but opted for a more Brook approach instead. She couldn't beat Vicky with blatant, overwhelmingly satisfying sexuality - but her touch of lady-like elegance was almost as alluring.<br><br>Brook smiled down at him, then leaned forward, giving him a soft, luxuriously long kiss with his hands cupping her ass, and her skin hot and flushed where he was caressing her. As the kiss ended, she let her tongue flick against the entrance to his mouth, teasingly; and without another word, she broke the kiss, smiling shyly, that lovely blush rising to her cheeks again.<br><br>"I hope you like kisses," she murmured softly into his ear, before stepping back and letting Vicky drag her back to the bathroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 08:34:06</strong>
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				Deacon groaned in to Brook's kiss, feeling her lips press and mold around his as she made his head light, his hands squeezing her ass reflexively, feeling the firm buoyancy of her behind. When he saw her smile, he gave her his own, reluctantly letting her go, the knowledge of more outfits yet to come the only thing letting her disappear in to the bathroom with a nearly hypnotized Vicky pulling her back in. He never did answer her, his dumbfounded silence all the answer she needed.<br><br>"You're quite the tease, you know that?" Vicky smiled, grabbing another item from her bag. Even balled up, Brook could see that this one actually had some fabric to it instead of string. "Be right back."<br><br>And when she returned, she set a different light in the room. If her last outfit had been pure sexuality and lust, this one was elegance and effervescent and class on top of sexuality and lust. The black silk gown (http://lingeriecanada.com/catalog/product_info.php/products_id/2225) pooled around her feet, hugging her round hips, the see through sides of her gown revealing more skin than one would originally have thought. And then when she faced Brook, she saw how good she really looked in it. Her breasts sat in the deep semi-transparent cups, threatening to spill out if she bounced. <br><br>As if matching the outfit, she moved with nobility to twirl around, the gown swooping out in her twirl in a very Monroe manner. "Well? Do you like it?" she asked. "It's something to wear when I go out. Just decent enough to let me in a good restaurant, but still racy and sexy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 09:17:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a tease," Brook insisted as they returned to the bathroom. The small smile curling her lips was proof enough that she believed it. "I just... it's not really my style, lap dances," she murmured. "You were the one who said it, weren't you? The best way to act is simply to be natural... and I'm rather fond of kisses," she explained, smiling and blushing lightly as she recalled Deacon's shell-shocked look when she'd lifted her face from his.<br><br>When Vicky disappeared, Brook knelt next to her bag again, mentally going through her purchases and wondering what she should put on to titillate Deacon with next. Her fingers encountered boning - and suddenly, she knew what else she could wear that would depart from sheer nothings and sexy bits of cloth, and tease by hiding and emphasizing.<br><br>Brook's reaction to Vicky's gown with a loud gasp of amazement. It was at once elegant and classy - and sexy beyond words. Her eyes went round when she saw the front of the gown. Even though Brook was most definitely straight, even she couldn't deny the picture of feminine eroticism that Vicky made.<br><br>But she'd chosen something that was entirely different from what Vicky had attempted. The black pinstripe corset (http://www.fredericks.com/Pinstripe_Off-Shoulder_Corset/56475,default,pd.html?cgid=co2&amp;start=12&amp;sz=12&amp;all1=all) pushed her breasts up and out, deepening the swell of cleavage in front of her chest, but had sweet, feminine straps that accentuated her elegant shoulders and graceful arms. She wore a white miniskirt that had made their way into her purchases, amidst the mountain of lingerie.<br><br>But the outfit didn't stop there. Held up by simple black garters (teasing in and of themselves, as Brook had neglected to pull on a pair of panties to wear underneath the skirt, and an inch of garters peeked out from lower hem) were the simplest of sheer black stockings.<br><br>"How does it look?" Brook giggled, twirling in front of Vicky.<br><br>Less than a minute later, after Vicky's catwalk to Deacon, Brook came forward, again standing between Deacon's knees. Her shyness might have seemed odd, especially since she wore more now than she had a moment ago; but if Deacon's hands forayed underneath her skirt, he would instantly understand the blush staining her cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:18:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now <em>that's</em> a tease," Vicky laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. "But he'll love it. It's a different sexy he doesn't get to see all too often."<br><br>After Vicky's catwalk to Deacon (finished off with a held out hand for Deacon to kiss), Deacon turned to Brook, who was walking up to him in her dreadfully sexy clothing. There was a thrill in his throat when he realized this is something he could see her in at any time during the day, and not just in the shaded confines of his room. <br><br>Placing his hands on her hips, he smiled to her, his hands traveling up her sides, skirting near the edge of her breasts as he stood up. Looking down now, he made no secret he was examining the enhanced swell of her breasts, before his hands slid down her front, this time moving right over her breasts, all the way to her ass, cupping it again through her skirt. Leaning forward, Deacon placed his lips on Brook's neck, kissing her as his hands continued to crawl down to her stocking legs, groaning at the mere notion of the classic item of lingerie on Brook. But then his hands were up near her ass, sliding underneath the loose white slip to glide across unexpectedly bare skin. Exciting him to no end, he squeezed again, before moving back to her hips, looking at her with a grin at her little bit of indecency. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 23:14:30</strong>
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				"I wasn't sure it would suit while I was trying it on in the dressing room, honestly," Brook admitted to Vicky, "Since I never really could give corsets the oomph that others could." Read: she didn't have a large rack. "But this one was so pretty, and it fit perfectly, so..."<br><br>Brook sighed. Sometimes she could be such a sucker for soft, pretty things.<br><br>Standing in front of Deacon, Brook could only smile shyly, the flush of pleasure high in her cheeks, enormously pleased that he seemed to like what he was seeing and feeling. She watched the path that his eyes made - they lingered on her breasts, especially how prettily they were displayed by simple ruffled lace - and made a note to herself to think about wearing corsets more often... or wearing bras that would be a terrible distraction for him.<br><br>A delicate quiver slid up her spine and through her body when Deacon kissed her, and groped her possessively. Her thighs trembled underneath his fingers as they slid down and touched, tracing the top edge of the stockings - and when his rough, strong hands bunched up the back of her miniskirt so he could grope her ass, it was obvious to all three of them (including Vicky, who stood directly behind Brook and could see the very definite lack of panties) that Brook wasn't wearing anything underneath the skirt.<br><br>"Do you like it?" Brook breathed into his ear, a fair amount of smoldering clouding up her dark eyes. She didn't really need to hear his answer to know what it was, especially if that grin was any indication. As promised, she gave him another kiss. This time, she had to press her front all up against his body, just to bring his head down so their lips could meet.<br><br>And the kiss was decidedly different in tone. It matched her outfit, really: subtly sexy, with an undercurrent of desire, but for the most part confident and delicate, all at once.<br><br>She released him before he could try to deepen the kiss, stepping back as she straightened the back of her skirt demurely. "More?" She asked Vicky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 02:46:53</strong>
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				"Yea, I do," Deacon whispered back, kissing her neck quickly. Accepting her kiss, Deacon held her tightly against him, a hand traveling down to her thigh while his other arm wrapped around her back. It was just racy enough to thrill Deacon, but it wasn't something to gaulk at if they had been in public. Sighing, Deacon let himself collapse on the couch as Vicky led Brook back in to the bathroom.<br><br>The minute the door was closed, she whirled around, smiling evilly. "I got you something as a surprise. Do you want to see it?" she grinned, not waiting for Brook to answer before digging out the item from her bag. <br><br>"Now, I doubt you'll want to wear it now, but in time, I think you'll come around," Vicky smiled, holding up the kinky little number (http://lingeriecanada.com/catalog/product_info.php/cPath/25/products_id/1680) for Brook's inspection, laying it out on the counter before pulling out the next outfit. <br><br>As per usual, Vicky disappeared in to the shower to change in to her outfit, giving Brook enough time to get mostly changed, before stepping out, wearing a mesh bodystocking (http://lingeriecanada.com/catalog/product_info.php/products_id/2792) with a bright bow lace. For Brook's sake, she left on her black micro-thong, where there would normally be nothing covering her lady parts. Her nipples indented the mesh, but it was thick enough to obscure the acute details of her body. <br><br>There was no doubt that Vicky had hoped Brook would try on her gift, but she doubted it would happen. Regardless, she held her breath as she turned to look at what Brook was wearing.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 03:48:22</strong>
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				"A surprise?" Brook asked, her eyes lighting up in wonder. She was slightly suspicious - Vicky didn't seem the type to pass on simple, conventional bras and panties - but she had no idea what Vicky had until she examined it briefly, her cheeks going so hot she was sure that her entire face must be bright crimson.<br><br>But she could look more closely later. Brook was now faced with a quandary - did she want to tease and titillate some more, or simply dress in something beautiful, that Deacon would be sure to admire? She could no longer doubt that Deacon found her undeniably attractive, at least on a primal, physical level (any fool could see the way his eyes practically ate her up)... but she wasn't sure how far she could push him before he would throw away all sense of restraint and throw her onto the closest soft surface and fuck her until they were both sated and exhausted.<br><br>One thing from the store that had had Brook's eyes wide and filled with awe and daring had been some deliciously revealing pieces. While Vicky changed in the bathroom, Brook laid out on the counter a complete set (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/collection.asp?CodeCollection=128&amp;idx=1&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) of lingerie that she had slipped into her pile.<br><br>The nude and black went well with her skin, with the black stark against a gentle tan, and the nude giving the illusion of skin where the most crucial parts of her body were covered. But these pieces were wildly teasing - there had been an open-cup (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/produit.asp?CodeCollection=128&amp;Modele=210&amp;idx=1&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) bra with black strings criss-crossing underneath her nipples, and a teddy (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/produit.asp?CodeCollection=128&amp;Modele=204&amp;idx=2&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) designed similarly, hiding nothing but accentuating her feminine body with string and knots. Brook carefully slipped on the black choker, her breath caught in her throat as she chose the two items she would wear.<br><br>When Vicky returned, Brook was examining her 'gift' with avid interest, her fingers running over the tiny little chains, and especially staring wide-eyed at the blindfold and the ballgag, both of which she had only seen in hidden porn magazines owned by her mother and father. From the back (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/images/LUXXA/zoom/scorpion/large/E-Dos-ensemble-ouvert-Scorpionzc.jpg), her thong looked harmless enough, though at first glance it might appear that she was wearing pieces of black string and nothing else. The exquisite babydoll (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/produit.asp?CodeCollection=128&amp;Modele=207&amp;idx=1&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) flowing around her body was wispy and delicate, her bra giving her breasts the effect of having scorpions tattooed on her soft flesh. And there was the thong, of course.<br><br>Even when Brook turned around and exclaimed at the lovely picture that Vicky made, it wasn't immediately obvious what was so daring about her outfit. But the open thong (http://www.luxxa-lingerie.net/produit.asp?CodeCollection=128&amp;Modele=211&amp;idx=1&amp;cur=840&amp;lng=us) that Brook wore underneath the babydoll had only a rectangle of fabric stretched between the strings that pressed into the creases of her legs - and it left her shaved pussy completely bare.<br><br>When Vicky saw the very subtle flash of bare pussy and commented on it, Brook felt her cheeks getting red all over again. She tried not to squirm - as her hard nipples had attested to, she was well on her way to becoming tremendously aroused, and if she moved too much, Brook knew that Deacon would be able to see the shining wetness on her thighs and nether lips. "I think we should stop after this," she whispered weakly, as Vicky again dragged her out of the bathroom to parade her in front of Deacon. "I don't think Deacon will think kindly of me for teasing him so terribly..."<br><br>And so for the third time, Brook watched as Vicky showed herself off comfortably, her own eyes unable to help but admire the stripper's full, luscious figure.<br><br>And then it was her turn. Part of her hoped he wouldn't notice - but a secret part of her wanted him to notice, and react, and be shocked and pleased and all kinds of excited, as well. Swallowing down her nervousness, she stood in front of him for his inspection again, her thighs pressed together so that he might not see how revealing her underwear really was, unless he spotted the lack of cloth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 04:28:01</strong>
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				Vicky didn't immediately notice anything peculiar about Brook's outfit. It was stunning on her, but the flesh behind the square of the fabric and the fact that she had a shaven pussy meant, from her distance, it wasn't noticeable. That was until she examined the outfits laid out on the large marble counter, looking at each one with more and more interest. Looking back at Brook, Vicky saw the distinctive black scorpion design on the teddy she wore, and looking down with purpose, she noticed the glisten of Brook's mound in the bright light of the bathroom. <br><br>"Oh, honey, you sure you want to wear that?" Vicky asked, her eyes absorbed by Brook's bare quim. "Deacon is an extraordinary man, but even he has his limits." <br><br>Crossing her arms across her chest, Vicky watched the girl. "You just give me the signal, and I'll pull you apart if need be, hon."<br><br>With that, they were out one final time, Vicky doing her easy show while Brook came up behind her, standing between Deacon's spread legs again, but this time her thighs were practically molded together. At first, Brook had nothing to worry about. His eyes had drawn directly up to her, seeing the signs of anticipation and worry etched in to her beauty. But, she could only hold his gaze so long before his eyes dropped to her chest, one of his hands moving up, his index finger tracing the pattern of one of the scorpions on her breast. he could see the indent of her nipples, but he ignored them, simply letting his finger travel across the patterns. <br><br>He particularly liked how the draping cloth obscured her midriff, the light filtering through the material to shimmer against her lean stomach. But then his eyes dropped lower, to her crotch, where his hands that had been resting on her thighs clenched. He had seen the glisten of unclothed skin, and when he realized where it was coming from, his heart jumped in to his throat. Sighing shakily, he let go of her, reaching up to her shoulders, where he pulled her down on top of him, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her deeply. <br><br>"Distract me," he pleaded deep in his throat, kissing her fierce and quick. "Please, anything... just don't let me think, touch..." he couldn't finish his thoughts as he kissed her again, traveling down her jaw, neck, and to her chest, where he bit down on her nipple through her teddy, pulling her tighter to him. <br><br>"Anything!" he pleaded, biting again before darting back to her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:21:10</strong>
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				She stared down at him, trembling faintly under his hands as he pressed his fingers lightly against the black scorpion in the nude-colored cloth. Brook almost breathed a sight of relief when he didn't tease her nipples - they were hard, achingly so, and studded the fabric in a painfully embarrassing way. Her nipples throbbed as Deacon's fingers neared, then moved away.<br><br>His hands slid down to caress her thighs, lightly, as his eyes stared at the wispy black cloth fluttering around her belly. Brook almost wondered if he would miss the daringness of the thong completely - until his fingers suddenly tightened on her thighs, squeezing so hard that she squeaked softly in pain.<br><br>Deacon was staring.<br><br>And then she was tumbled into his arms with a soft gasp of surprise. She fell against him, forearms pressing against his chest. "D-Deacon, wait-" Her knees, now straddling his thighs, scrabbled for purchase on the soft cushions.<br><br>He pressed a hard, urgent kiss against her lips. "Deacon!" Brook mewled, anxiety and excitement blocking her throat. She was breathless, her heart beating so quickly it felt like to jump from her chest completely. Her entire body quivered from the intensity of his kisses, and when he bit on her nipple...<br><br>Brook squealed, the half-sob of pleasure-pain erupting through her nerves like fire. But their lips were soon pressing together again, and even though she was aching, and confused, and scared, she managed to remember Vicky, watching them... and Deacon's own promise that he would wait for her to come to him.<br><br>Fear. She didn't know where it came from - only that he was moving so terribly fast for her.<br><br>"Deacon... Deacon," she murmured against him, between each hard, urgent kiss. Her lips felt swollen and tender. "Deacon... too fast," she whimpered. She was scared... she didn't want to be. But her body was shaking on top of his, unused to this sensation of raw, overwhelming lust. "Please..." Another shudder of desire-fear made her legs tremble.<br><br>But she couldn't let him know she was scared. His kisses threatened to move down her body again; Brook slide her hands to the side of his face, and pressed her lips firmly against his. Slowly, she eased the kiss, making it tender and gentle, and soft... trying to convey to him her need for him to slow down.<br><br>Finally, she drew her lips away, breathing slowly. "I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't... too much... I didn't mean to..."<br><br>Brook slide the fingers of one hand gently down his temple, tracing his cheekbone. "I'm not ready yet," she murmured softly, pressing her forehead against his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:10:24</strong>
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				Deacon was lost, but Brook's fear somehow managed to reach the reason buried somewhere deep inside him. He froze, his hand cupping a breast while another cupped her ass. <br><br>Moaning in grief, Deacon sighed in to Brook's kiss, moistness threatening the edge of his eyes as he looked in to hers. Deflating in to the couch, Deacon pulled Brook with him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he sighed shakily in to her ear. <br><br>"Don't be sorry," he whispered, a hand tangling itself in her hair as he hugged her protectively. "I should be sorry. If I had more restraint... I know you aren't... I'm sorry."<br><br>Another shaky sigh as he buried his face in to her neck, kissing her lightly as he steadied himself, gathering his center before he let Brook go. Caressing a cheek, Deacon smiled weakly, pulling the girl he was rapidly falling in love with to his lips, kissing her weakly before placing his lips on her forehead. <br><br>Letting her go, Deacon sat back, closing his eyes. Vicky silently came up to them, placing her hands on Brook's shoulders, guiding her in to the bathroom with an arm wrapped around the girls waist, soothing the girl. <br><br>When they closed the door to the bathroom to change in to their normal clothes, Vicky looked at Brook with a long gaze. "You alright, hon?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:39:18</strong>
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				Her eyes were wide, but calm when his kisses eased. Brook didn't say anything, unsure of what she could say right now. So she let him pull her against him, resting against him, her hand caressing his cheek gently and soothingly. <br><br>When he let her go, she went without a protest; but as Vicky guided her back to the bathroom, she looked back at Deacon, several times.<br><br>Once inside the bathroom, Brook blinked back moisture from her tears, unable to look Vicky in the eye. She really hadn't meant to make him feel terrible - to make him feel guilty for wanting her. And she'd known something of how he'd felt, especially after the incident in the dressing room earlier.<br><br>"I'm okay. Go ahead and change," Brook urged Vicky, looking up at her with a trembling smile. She waited for Brook to go into the shower stall; undressing in a flurry of fumbled snaps and tangled string, Brook cursed softly and dashed tears of guilt from her eyes, scowling as if to frighten them away. Carefully returning all of her items into the bag, she squirmed into her clothes as quickly as she could manage, before all but flying out of the bathroom. <br><br>Brook stumbled as she slipped out of the bathroom and glanced around quickly, her throat tight. When she spotted him, she paused, uncertain, before running and embracing him tightly.<br><br>"You didn't do anything wrong," she breathed against the fabric of his shirt. "I'm sorry for doing that to you - for making you feel sorry, for feeling bad, for feeling like that. It wasn't what- that's not what I wanted to do at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 06:55:43</strong>
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				Vicky simply nodded to Brook, moving in to the shower stall, putting on her simple baby-tee and jeans with enough time to let Brook get changed. When she got out of the stall, she saw Brook had left already. Exiting the washroom, she looked over to see Deacon and Brook hugging tightly.<br><br>Deacon had been stalking back and forth in his bedroom, his mind racing, when he saw Brook, turning to her just as she collided with his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her to him, her face buried in his chest. <br><br>"It's alright," he breathed, burying his face in her hair, whispering to her. "You can't have known what would happen. Please, don't beat yourself up. It's not what I want. I don't want you feeling like this."<br><br>Stroking her hair, he sighed, kissing her cheek, brushing away the moisture pooling at her eyes. "I know you didn't want that. You just wanted to prove yourself. You did. You really did, so relax." He kissed her lips this time, his lips barely ghosting hers. <br><br>Vicky opened the bathroom door then, coming out gingerly, looking to Deacon and Brook to make sure she could come out. When Deacon smiled and nodded over Brook's smaller frame, Vicky returned her smile, moving over to the two.<br><br>Looking at her thin watch, she saw the time nearing 10 pm. "Clubs open soon. Shall we get changed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 18:24:50</strong>
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				She was reassured deeply by the gentle, ghostly kiss, not pressing for more or even meeting his kiss - simply accepting it, and his warmth, and the restrained intensity in his body. Having seen it unleashed briefly several times now, Brook could see it under his skin, stalking about like a panther, ready to unleash when it was necessary.<br><br>Or in her case, lose control of it when his feelings strong-armed his restraint out of the way.<br><br>"When I'm ready for you, to give myself to you - I'll wear it again. The scorpion." She smiled up at him as the promise passed between them, her tears now gone as she felt reasonably certain that her teasing hadn't crossed that invisible line between acceptability and unacceptability. She wanted to say more - about how her fear had been for her body's immediate reaction to his, and how she trusted him implicitly - but she felt his attention shift for a moment, and realized that Vicky had dressed and come back into the room.<br><br>As Vicky glanced down at her watch, Brook squirmed out of Deacon's arms and pressed herself into Vicky, curling against her chest in a silent plea to be hugged. When Vicky's arms wrapped around her, Brook snuggled warmly, her cheeks gently blushing as she was all but enveloped in Vicky's softness. "Thank you for making me just a little bit braver today," she whispered, just for Vicky's ears. Spontaneously, she leaned up on her tiptoes to give the stripper a wet kiss on the cheek; then, she scurried back to Deacon's side, taking his offered hand and stepping into the circle of his arm at his side.<br><br>"Should I change into something else?" She asked, looking down at her clothes. She still had the tube top and shorts on; as Brook wasn't going to be dancing or moving too much that night, she figured that all they would be doing was knocking back a few drinks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 18:56:39</strong>
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				"We'll call it a deal," Deacon smiled at Brook, thrilling at the thought. But then he had to let her go as Brook wriggled her way out of his embrace to go over and hug Vicky. <br><br>Vicky's voice hitched when Brook hugged her, an overwhelming sense of love from the younger woman flooding in to Vicky. Hugging her back, Vicky tried her best to convey those same emotions, all thoughts of Brook as a hot piece of ass evaporated as she embraced her friend. Smiling, she was on the verge of tears when Brook leaned up to kiss her cheek, Vicky doing the same on the girls easier to reach forehead. <br><br>"You're welcome, baby," she whispered back, holding the girl for a moment longer before relinquishing her back to Deacon. The two old friends shared something then, completely lost on Brook who had wrapped Deacon's arm around over and around her shoulder. The two smiled, then turned to answer Brook's question.<br><br>"It's a little to unnoticable," Vicky answered. "You don't need to show any more skin, but you'll be swallowed up by the crowd."<br><br>"When you went shopping yesterday, you grabbed a few good clubbing clothes. We can go and Vicky can put together a few good outfits, she's very versed at this ritual."<br><br>Smiling, Vicky moved closer to the two, so they were in a comfortable circle to talk. "Damn right I am. After clubbing almost every weekend since I was 18 (Vicky now being 26) I better be good at it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 23:34:20</strong>
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				"Unnoticeable?" She looked down at herself, wondering if her clothes were somehow not suitable for clubbing, and then realized it might be that they were <em>too</em> suitable for clubbing, making the showing of skin commonplace. She was thoughtful for a moment, cataloging the clothes that she'd purchased on her first trip with Deacon, when her eyes lit up.<br><br>Brook started for her room in the middle of Vicky's sentence. "I'll be right back!" She called gaily; and like a little whirlwind, she was gone before either of the two could protest.<br><br>She dressed and undressed as quickly as possible, tossing some of the contents of her bags onto her bed so she could search for them more easily. Once she found one black pair of boyshort panties (black cotton and unspectacular), she slipped them on and made for Deacon's room again, this time in a clatter of delicate heels.<br><br>"How's this?" Brook asked breathlessly as she skipped back into the room. She stopping in front of Vicky, first, holding her arms out for inspection; her black top (http://www.venus.com/viewproduct.aspx?BRANCH=7~63~&amp;storeid=0&amp;ProductDisplayID=9000&amp;dept=Venus+Clothing-Tops&amp;prod=cold+shoulder+foil+print+top) had a stretchy hem that fitted snugly around her thighs, just underneath her bottom. The black boyshorts hidden underneath would be adequate disguised as very tight shorts under dim lighting, though whoever saw her bottom in them would get an eyeful at her tight ass. Her simple, strappy silver heels (http://www.zappos.com/product/7363194/color/8304) matched the foil design on the front of the top, sparkling in the room's lighting, but not over the top.<br><br>Brook twisted her head around as Vicky felt her up, glancing up at Deacon. "What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:12:18</strong>
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				"Brilliant. Looks like you aren't wearing panties at first glance, and at second it's apparent you're <em>only</em> wearing panties," Vicky grinned, pulling up Brook's dress and cupping the younger girl's ass playfully, the swell of her ass prying against the tight fabric of the boyshorts.<br><br>Giggling as Brook jumped away, Deacon had already made it to his drawer, fishing out a pair of dark jeans. Turning toward the girls casually, he dropped his pants, revealing his tight boxer briefs and the swell of his limp cock against the tight material, as well as the contours of his powerful thighs through the cloth. Ignoring the girls, he turned around bending to pick up the jeans, his ass muscles flexing as he pulled them up and buckled up his belt, the buckle a large silver star. Untying the black shirt, and rolling up the sleeves to his elbows, he had revealed his pierced nipples, perfectly sculpted chest, and the tattoos on his arms and chest. It took thirty seconds for him to become the dangerous gangster Brook had first met. <br><br>This left only Vicky unchanged. Sighing as she ate up Deacon with her eyes, she left for the spare room where her stuff had been moved (Brook having taken her old room), returning later with a very revealing, eye drawing, mouth gaping black slip (http://lingeriecanada.com/catalog/product_info.php/cPath/28/products_id/1464). It was immediately apparent she wasn't wearing a bra, as her pink nipples could be seen a mile away in the mesh, and they also dented the 'dress'. You could also see the super tiny black thong she wore underneath it, her round, soft ass bouncing as she walked in black high heels in a similar fashion to Brook's.<br><br>Twirling she giggled. "I feel like getting fucked tonight, so I'm bringing out the big weapons," she commented as Brook and Deacon stared shamelessly at Vicky's body.<br><br>"Uhm, right... What club do you want to go to, then?" he asked at length, feeling an involuntary twinge in his dick as he tore his eyes away from Vicky. <br><br>"How about the <em>Sultan</em>?" Vicky asked. "It's not to racy, but it can get just wild enough for you to get to protect your little girl," she teased, looking at the linked hands of Brook and Deacon. He didn't even remember when he had reached out and grabbed her hand. It just felt natural to him. <br><br>"Hmm, it shouldn't be to bad tonight," Deacon agreed. They were in Vicky's car and driving to the club ten minutes later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:34:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook giggled at Vicky's comments, then squealed when Vicky pulled up a corner of Brook's oversized top and cupped her bottom. She jumped away, but not in alarm or discomfort; she was playful as she made a face, then leaned forward to pinch at Vicky's soft ass playfully.<br><br>When Deacon began undressing and dressing, Vicky wasn't the only one who ate him up with her eyes. Brook stared, and unabashedly - she'd seen his naked chest and torso before, but not his legs. Seeing them now, she had to shake her head slightly at the thought that Deacon was beautiful. Of course, physically he very much was... but <em>beautiful</em> seemed too tame a word to describe the gangster.<br><br>While Vicky went to change, Brook hurried back to her room to do her makeup. There really wasn't much she could do about her nails - they weren't smooth, or ready for a manicure or polish anyway - but it was the work of minutes to dust her face with light foundation, then give herself sexy, smokey eyes that added about a dozen points to her sex appeal. Gold and silver dusted into her shadow and lashes brought out the golden flecks in her brown eyes - golden flecks that sparkled when she returned to Deacon's room and sneaked a sweet kiss to his cheek as he grabbed her hand.<br><br>And then Vicky walked in.<br><br>Brook squirmed, staring shamelessly, unable to tear her eyes away. "Vicky, you're practically naked!" She blurted out, her cheeks flushing... in arousal. She couldn't stop picturing Vicky naked in her head (easy enough, as she was more halfway there) on the car ride to the club... and she couldn't stop staring when they got out at the parking lot.<br><br>"Vicky, if I start drinking and then kiss you tonight... it's entirely intentional," Brook said solemnly, her sexy makeup slightly at odds with the innocent blush on her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:54:29</strong>
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				"I know! The dress is perfect. I can get naked in two seconds!" she giggled, causing her chest to bounce. They had chatted amiably during the ride, Vicky flirting shamelessly with Brook from the back seat, making sure the impressionable girl saw every detail of her lustful body. <br><br>When they parked in the lot outside of the <em>Sultan</em>, Deacon grinned to himself at how shameless Brook and Vicky were being. He, of course, couldn't help picture the girls together, on the opposite ends of sexy, but chubby inducing by themselves. He couldn't help but shift as his cock tingled with arousal. By the grins on both girls, he knew they had seen his hand shifting his pants to hide his semi-rigid member.<br><br>"Hmm, why do you need to start drinking before you kiss me?" Vicky grinned, grabbing the girl by the ass and pulling her toward her, pressing her mesh covered curves against Brook as she husked in to her ear. "You know, Deacon would get a great kick out of seeing us girls getting it on."<br><br>Deacon coughed then, ruffling his pants again, before deciding that it didn't matter, standing straight and tall while his dick pressed against his jeans, tenting them lightly. "Well come on then, we should go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:05:50</strong>
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				The color in Brook's cheeks heightened when Vicky all but lifted Brook onto her toes, by grabbing her bottom and hauling their bodies together. To keep herself from staring down at Vicky's pseudo-nakedness, she forced her eyes up - right into Vicky's lust-filled, flirting eyes.<br><br>Brook swallowed. Her heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of her chest. Her skin tingled and burned everywhere Vicky's curves pressed against her body through the soft fabric of her top.<br><br>Her blush got worse when she saw passing clubbers wolf-whistle at the sight of the two women. With a burst of daring, she pressed tighter against Vicky and pressed a hot, hard kiss to the woman's lips, showing her exactly what was going through her mind. When her arms relaxed in surprise, Brook dropped back to her feet and tangled herself up in Deacon's arms.<br><br>"I guess I don't need to start drinking before I kiss you," she said shyly, interlacing her fingers with Deacon's before tugging him in the direction of <em>Sultan</em>'s entrance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:26:09</strong>
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				Vicky was only struck dumb for a second, before her natural, sexual instincts kicked in and she returned Brook's kiss, quickly taking control as her hands clawed in to Brook's ass. She grinned in the kiss when she heard Deacon's strangled grown escaped his lips as he watched the two women who currently occupied his life kissed passionately. <br><br>When Brook finally broke away from Vicky and dashed over to Deacon's side, wrapping herself in his reassuring arms. However, she had stood in front of him, and as she pressed herself against him, she felt the rigid strain in his jeans against her ass as his arms rested around her. Leaning down, he husked in to her ear.<br><br>"You'll have to let me see that again in the club," he whispered, nipping her earlobe before looking over at Vicky, sharing an interesting look. <br><br>The gorgeous blond was panting lightly as she stood there, relishing in the aftermath of that kiss. Her chest was rising sharply as she breathed, her nipples now extremely visible against the mesh. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and she grinned, composing herself as she followed behind Brook and Deacon. They simply went around the long waiting line at the club entrance, the bouncer only giving the three one look before his eyes bugged at the amount of beauty the three possessed, and promptly let them in to the club.<br><br>Once inside, Deacon led his ladies to a comfortable booth not to far from the bar, sitting the ladies down as <em>Boom Boom Pow</em> played in the speakers just to the right of them, where the dancing was happening. <br><br>Deacon had left the two only momentarily before coming back with three drinks, setting them on to the table before growling at the group of men already trying to pick up the ladies. Seeing Deacon, they all immediately backed off, looking for less dangerous conquests.<br><br>Vicky looked dejected as Deacon sat in between the two women, wrapping an arm around each of them. "Why'd you do that? You know I want to fuck tonight."<br><br>For his part, Deacon smiled at his friend. "No men beside me at this table. I'm not going to stop you from going hunting, but the den stays clean."<br><br>Frowning for a moment, she sighed. "Fine, fine. But I get two more kisses from Brook because of this."<br><br>"I think I'd be okay with that," Deacon grinned back to her, tightening his grip around Brook's waist. "Been to many night clubs before?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:39:37</strong>
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				Brook was snuggled up next to Vicky in the booth when a passing group of men, searching for some nice ass, paused upon seeing the voluptuous, scantily-dressed blond - and then became much more interested when they saw the kitten-like, young woman who was almost her polar opposite curled up against her.<br><br>"I don't suppose you'd be interested in a dance?" One of them asked, grinning as he looked Vicky up and down.<br><br>"Or a drink?" Another offered.<br><br>None of the four were shy about what they were thinking, and it definitely looked like Vicky was enjoying the attention immensely. Brook, much shyer and a little wary of the odd glint in the eye of the 'leader' when he looked at her, blushed and shifted so she was nestled tighter against Vicky.<br><br>She was glad when Deacon returned and chased them away. Her relief was palpable as he wrapped an arm around her slim waist, and she snuggled against his hard body, relishing the difference and contrasts between him and Vicky. She missed almost all of their banter as she looked around, intrigued, including Deacon agreeing to give Vicky more of her kisses.<br><br>"Night clubs... no, not really," Brook admitted. "I've been to clubs, but they were mostly the dancing sort, with a bar - nothing really racy, and all of them had dress codes," she said with a warm blush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:52:11</strong>
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				"Hmm, so another new experience," Vicky called from Deacon's other side. She had decided that for now, she'd just snuggle up against her friend and chat. She was still relishing in Brook's openness, something she thought she'd never see. "Don't worry though, I'll keep the men away," she said, fake chivalry in her voice.<br><br>"Come on, Vick. You're just saying that because you want to get all the fucktoys looking at you. You're an exhibitionist, through and through," Deacon joked, patting the lush woman's thigh, where his hand was resting. <br><br>"So, do you want to do anything? We could dance, or we could sit and talk," he asked Brook. "Personally, I wouldn't mind talking," he said, a little more quietly, his hand snaking down to rub her thigh. Even with his lust for her brimming under the surface, there wasn't any recklessness in his eyes as he held her to him. He simply wanted to experience... <em>her</em>.<br><br>"Well, I'll stick around for a bit, but the men can only wait so long," Vicky added in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:59:12</strong>
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				Brook giggled at Vicky's chivalry. "Are you sure you'll keep the men away, or just make sure that they all come after you?" She chimed in with a warm chuckle. It felt comfortable here, being tucked against Deacon's side, chatting with Vicky and being herself with them. She felt like she'd known them forever - and she definitely didn't feel like she'd only met them for the first time not even days ago.<br><br>"I'm actually feeling a little achy and tired... I'm fine with sipping at drinks and talking with you here," she told Deacon, a little tinge of longing in her eyes. Brook didn't think it would be wise to go dance, though - she wasn't feeling her best, and when she danced, she liked to get wild (or so some past boyfriends of hers had said). She wasn't sure if her idea of wild quite matched up to either Deacon's or Vicky's, but...<br><br>"Vicky, you don't have to stick around if you want to go dance!" Brook said, leaning over slightly so she could look up at Vicky and steal another glance at her lush body again. "I'm sure you'd have an easier time finding someone to take to bed tonight out on the dance floor - Deacon's going to scare away anyone who stops to take a look at you here," she giggled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 07:08:35</strong>
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				Deacon had hoped for that answer. "That's fine with me," Deacon replied, pulling Brook toward him and kissing her warmly on the lips, lingering there after he broke off, staring at the way her makeup made her eyes absolutely glitter. Kissing her quickly once more, he pulled away, unwrapping his arm from Vicky to get his drink. <br><br>"Vick, go on. You're not happy unless you've got a guy grinding his package against you, and you know it," Deacon scolded without any real heat in his voice. <br><br>For her part, Vicky just smiled, leaning in to kiss Deacon on the cheek, before deftly diving past him to lock lips with an unsuspecting Brook, hitting her hot and heavy with her lust for the lithe woman, before pulling herself off Brook, looking around, seeing two decent looking men watching her with easy lust in their eyes. <br><br>"There's my entrance," she grinned, looking at the two before running off to join up with the men, quickly grabbing them and pulling them on to the dance floor, promptly guiding their hands to her lush body, already bumping and grinding against the two men as they practically fucked on the dance floor.<br><br>Smiling to himself, Deacon just sighed, laughing to himself as he looked at Brook, who was also watching Vicky with interest. <br><br>"So, what do you think about... this?" he asked, gesturing to Vicky, himself, the club, and everything else that had become her life in such a short amount of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:29:16</strong>
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				Brook smiled into the first kiss, warmth making her cheeks glow. The second kiss surprised her; when she blinked her eyes open, he was staring; before she could ask why, he turned to get his drink, though he still kept his arm tight around her, almost possessive. And since she enjoyed how his fingers pressed into her soft flesh through her top, Brook didn't protest.<br><br>She contemplated reaching for her drink, and leaned forward. In that moment, Vicky attacked; Brook gasped, her voice slightly strangled, and was promptly silenced and kissed into submission.<br><br>Before Brook could respond, or even return the kiss, Vicky was gone, bouncing off to go dance with two men who were stripping her naked with their eyes.<br><br>"I... this..." Brook had to take a deep breath as she tore her eyes away from Vicky, whose idea of wild was <em>clearly</em> more than Brook had ever thought about doing with a guy in a club... they were on both sides of her, and the one in the back was practically... fucking her.<br><br>Brook swallowed. "It's overwhelming, but I don't dislike it," she said honestly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:07:29</strong>
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				Deacon smiled at Brook, finishing his drink as he let Vicky go on her lustful way. He couldn't say he didn't envy those men, but then again, he was Vicky's friend. He meant so much more to her than they ever could. He also knew that she meant more to him, too, then what those men saw her ass. An easy, hot piece of ass.<br><br>"It can be overwhelming, but Vicky and I are there for you. We'll be your anchor until you don't need us to shelter you," Deacon smiled to Brook. The way she looked right now was beautifully serene. Tucked in against Deacon's side, his arm draped around her, she was at a point of utter content. Laughing, Deacon looked away out to the dance floor where Vicky had already abandoned the two men for more sturdy stock. <br><br>He caught her eye and she giggled, her eyes glinting as she waved at them. Waving back, Deacon smiled at his dearest friend. <br><br>"You'll need our protection for the next couple of weeks while you adjust. You've had it easy so far. Aside from the run in with the Cartel and when I first met you, you haven't been apart of any of the Youngblood's activities. That ends this Monday. It's the earliest point the Doc gave us for our stitches. When that day comes, my crew starts running under me again. You're part of my crew, and you'll have all the responsibilities that come with that.&nbsp; <br><br>"The next few days are about rest, and getting you comfortable with, well, everything. The shopping, the fashion show? It's all about comfort. By the end of next week, you'll have killed a man. You'll have seen stuff you never thought you'd see before. For that I'm sorry. I really am," Deacon said. He no longer had the ease of friendship in his voice. He was rigid in his speech, speaking to Brook so she could truly comprehend his words. "Do you forgive me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 09:13:56</strong>
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				Brook took a deep breath. "You don't have to be sorry, Deacon," she murmured, "and you don't need my forgiveness." She looked up, staring up into his eyes. He might not care so much for her comfort if he knew that she was a fugutive - but like this, she could almost believe that she was just some street kid come on hard times that he'd picked up and taken a liking to.<br><br>Wasn't that what he thought she was?<br><br>She swallowed. "I'll deal with it. It might be hard at first and I might need... need time to think, but I'll learn to handle all of that."<br><br>With Deacon by her side, it was hard to think of anything else at the moment - hard to think about pole dancing, her 'fashion show' for him, shopping for lingerie, being courted by him... it was difficult to remember why she was in this position in the first place.<br><br>"So you don't have to be sorry. I'm a Youngblood now." She took another deep breath, her eyelids lowering over her eyes as her confidence wavered. "I'm yours, so you don't have to apologize for that." She couldn't look up at him or meet his eyes, now; Brook knew she would blush.<br><br>"If it means I can stay with you and explore this weird feeling I get in my belly when you look at me like you want to eat me up... then I don't mind learning all the ropes of being a part of your crew."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 09:29:00</strong>
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				Deacon grinned at Brook. "That's exactly what it means," he laughed, caressing a cheek before pulling her in to a fierce, long, hot kiss. He wanted to show her that he had the ability to control that quivering, light feeling in her stomach. "Oh, Brook. You say you're mine, but you've got the hold on me," he groaned in between the last kiss and the next, matched in it's unmistakable intensity that Deacon had. <br><br>Pushing her on to the booth, his heavier body pinning her to the soft seat, Deacon rained kisses down her jaw, neck, and shoulder, nibbling as he went, before pulling up and kissing her one more time on the lips. But it wasn't reckless abandon that drove him this time. It was a sense of want and control that let him devour Brook for a moment, before pulling her back up just before she could think about protesting.<br><br>It was all a show of control, and despite his now hitched breathing, he showed exquisite mastery of it. His hand was again caressing Brook's cheek, and he was again kissing her, yet as if a switch had been turned off, it was slow, sweet, and loving. <br><br>"I'm happy that you're willing to go through so much," he whispered in to her ear, before getting up to get them more drinks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 11:41:39</strong>
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				She shuddered against him, sighing into the hot kiss he pressed against her mouth. "Isn't it the other way around?" She whispered, finally relaxing her guard and wrapping her arms around her neck.<br><br>Brook tumbled down into the seat of the booth with a gasp, whimpering softly as Deacon trailed kisses along her bared skin. She thought he was going to trail more kisses down her body when he pulled her back up; she didn't complain, but Brook couldn't help but blush when she felt a bit of disappointment that he hadn't continued.<br><br>But he could kiss - oh, Deacon could kiss. He was making all of those butterflies in her stomach flutter and tremble so terribly. She hated that he seemed able to tell her heart exactly how fast and hard to beat in her chest; and with just a few kisses, drive all thought of anything from her head.<br><br>And then he left to get her drinks, and she had to lean back in the booth to catch her breath. <em>Damn him.</em> No guy she'd ever dated had been able to make her feel like this. Was it the fact that he was a gangster? Or that he was hot? Or maybe it was something else... like that feeling of contentment and safety when he was resting his arms around her body, pulling her snugly against him.<br><br><em>Might just be the kisses,</em> Brook thought longingly.<br><br>"Is this seat taken?"<br><br>Interrupted from her thoughs, she looked up.<br><br>He was... really handsome, and rakishly so - pale blue eyes, a few shades lighter than the blue eyes her last boyfriend had (and he'd had amazing eyes). They were paired with hair in a simple black crew cut, and olive skin made him seem... dangerous. Quickly, her eyes scanned down his clothing.<br><br><em>Black pants.</em><br><br>She scanned up, and saw a blur of blue and green.<br><br><em>Blue and green tattoo on one arm...</em> Brook swallowed. She knew he was from a gang - that blue, green, and black panther tattoo was definitely a gang sign - but she didn't remember which one. When she'd escaped to King's City's underbelly, she only ever remembered what combinations of colors to avoid; it didn't matter what they called themselves.<br><br>"It's not, but I'm going to get myself something from the bar," Brook said coolly, looking him in the eye (as much as she could, anyway) as she stood up. He was close to the booth; once she was standing, their bodies were not even inches apart.<br><br>"Want me to get you a drink, baby?" A slow drawl; even Brook had to admit it was sexy as hell. She felt something in her belly flutter despite herself - she'd always been a sucker for accents. Keeping his gaze, she caught flashes of blue and green on their arms, too, but much less detailed and ornate. Obviously, the one who had his eye on her was... considerably higher up in the gang ladder. She didn't dare glance down, but she caught a flash of silver in the tattoo... and a distinctive silver ring (http://www.viviennewestwoodonline.co.uk/acatalog/Online_Catalogue_ARMOUR_RING_SILVER_36.html) on his right hand.<br><br>Very high up.<br><br>Brook smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry. I don't accept drinks from strangers. Please excuse me."<br><br>She swanned her way past him, ignoring his chuckle. A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist; as she turned furiously, eyes snapping with anger, the gang member yanked and made her stumble against him. Then even more humiliating, she felt her top being pulled up gently, exposing her sweet bottom.<br><br>He groped, squeezing hard. "Are you sure you want to let this one go, Maverick? This firebrand's got a tight ass!"<br><br>Just after he finished his sentence, Brook punched him in the jaw, making him bite his words as she shoved him against his leader - Maverick, she presumed. "I'm also not too impressed by men who can't control their underlings," she remarked frostily, not bothering to tug down her top as she stared directly at the man. He stared back, but she couldn't read his expression after he wiped the faint look of surprise and intrigue from his eyes. It felt... assessing. Interested.<br><br>His men weren't as scrupulous. They stared at her panties - and the snug outline it made of her hips, legs, and pussy. They were just tight enough to tempt and tease, but not tight enough for their eyes.<br><br>Brook made the first move. "I'll be going now."<br><br>"Wait."<br><br>She waited; he walked forward, until they were standing within arms-width of each other.<br><br>"What's your name?"<br><br>Brook paused, not sure if she wanted to answer, or simply leave. She didn't want to offend (though, she wasn't sure if he was more impressed or offended by the punch she'd given his man), and she didn't want to lie - but she didn't want to give her name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 21:13:03</strong>
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				The answer came to Maverick in a fashion. The tip of the gun pressed firmly at the base of his skull was answer enough for the small time gangmember. <br><br>"You're about two seconds away from dead, Maverick," Deacon growled, his eyes livid as he strained his finger against the trigger of the large handgun. "What the fuck are you doing here in colours? You know the fucking rules, no colours in Pembroke clubs!" Deacon barked this time, drawing a small audience. When they noticed the gun pressed up against the olive-skinned man's head, they gasped, but they didn't panic. Most everyone in Pembroke was used to gang life everyday.<br><br>Vicky, hearing the commotion, abandoned her latest toy to see what was going on. When she saw Maverick, her eyes darkened, and she quickly came over and pulled Brook away, near Deacon. <br><br>Maverick simply smiled. "Vicky! Long time no see? You still working the streets?" <br><br>"Fuck you, Mav!" Vicky snarled, holding on to Brook almost too tightly. <br><br>"Such a mouth on the whore, you let your street-meat talk like that, Kilgore?" Maverick asked, as if he didn't have a gun pointed at his skull.<br><br>It was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. His body shaking with rage, Deacon gripped the gun with a death vice. "Jason, back door. Vicky, Brook, come with me."<br><br>The man behind the bar nodded, before leaning down below the bar to pull out three long-barrel shotguns, handing two to his guards who were standing by. Jumping over the bar, the three gathered the five men with Maverick, before Deacon roughly pushed them through the silent crowd, until they reached the back door, where a large white van was waiting.<br><br>This was gang business that Brook would need to get used to. Once outside, he let Jason and his two men line the five against the wall, facing them kneeling. It was then that Maverick realized what was going on.<br><br>"H-hey! You can't do this, man! This was just a-a misunderstanding! We didn't d-do anything w-wrong!" he screeched, but he was cut off as Deacons gun fired, ripping through the brittle skull, tearing apart the soft brain, before exiting through his forehead, the exit wound much larger than a bullet, with brain matter and gore traveling with the bullet.<br><br>Jason and his two men did the same, firing their shotguns at the heads of the five men, virtually beheading them, only gore covered stumps left as the bodies slumped. <br><br>"Put them in the van, and drive them out to the pier. Wait for Jackal, he'll be there to pick up the bodies. Tell him what happened, they'll understand," Deacon ordered Jason, who nodded before the three began loading the corpses in to the white van.<br><br>Turning to Brook, still held tightly by Vicky, he sighed, slipping his gun back in to the hem of his pants at the small of his back. "Maverick has been double-dipping for seven months. He's been cutting deals with the Skulls (Cráneos Felices), giving them whatever info he could get from the King's City Irish Mob, a tributary gang for us, and selling it to them. We've been looking for an excuse to get rid of him and his crew for almost as long," Deacon explained, moving to the two women. "Maverick knew he was close to getting caught, but I doubt he ever thought of not showing up in colour at a club. Especially one so tame."<br><br>Wrapping the two women in his arms, he kissed each one, Vicky on the cheek, and Brook on the lips, holding the two women close to him, trying to comfort them the best he could. "If you want to head home, I'll understand," he said at length, looking down at Brook, who he was holding on to for dear life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 23:58:38</strong>
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				The answer in Brook's throat died when she saw a gun - and she followed the arm, which was attached to a very familiar shoulder and distinctively-tattooed chest.<br><br><em>Deacon</em>. It wasn't surprise - but a sense of dread. Brook stared at Deacon, amazed at the change that had been wrought in seconds. She hadn't even sensed him come up from behind her; how had he gotten next to Maverick?<br><br>Abruptly, Brook found herself squished against Vicky with a muffled cough. Vicky had only ever been cheerful, bubbly, and amiable around her and Deacon; this growling, snapping creature whose fingers bit into Brook's skin, almost tightly enough to make her squeak in pain, was someone she hadn't even gotten hints of seeing.<br><br>It passed by in a blur - the execution. Brook could only stare, unable even to throw up or gasp or cry when first the man named Maverick, then his underlings had their heads blown to pieces.<br><br><em>--black and white--</em><br><br><em>Broken face--</em><br><br><em>--Dad's--</em><br><br><em>GunbloodcolddeadhandsMom!</em><br><br>She gasped, the shriek in her throat from the waking nightmare caught as she felt Deacon's familiar warmth around her. It was only later, when his strong arm clutched her to him, her arms almost bruising with how hard he was holding her, that she realized she'd slipped into the recurring nightmare, and was trembling violently.<br><br>"I'd like to go back inside. I don't want to go back yet," she said softly. It was hard to to make the words rush, her heart was beating so hard and fast. But if she choked up, Deacon would think something was wrong, and she couldn't tell him why. "Can we just spend the night here... drink a little, and Vicky can dance and kiss and flirt... you and me, we can talk a little... Please, Deacon..?" Nothing was wrong.<br><br>Brook shuddered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 01:03:32</strong>
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				"Of course," Deacon whispered to Brook, letting go of Vicky so he could fully hold the shaking girl, rocking her slowly.<br><br>They were back in the club again, and already it was beginning to return to normal. Brook, Deacon and Vicky got a few cautious glances, but all in all it was as if six murders didn't just happen in the back alley. <br><br>They found a table a little more close to the bar and dance floor, where there were more people and they were less likely to be noticed in the throngs of dancers. Jason had returned to the bar, and upon seeing Deacon, he nodded, pouring three drinks and having one of his boys bring it over to their booth. <br><br>"Does Def Con know yet?" Deacon asked the guard, who paused for a moment, looking back to Jason, before nodding. "He says he'll speak to you later, sir."<br><br>"Thank you," Deacon replied curtly, taking the drink and downing it, the hard liquor lighting up his insides, which had gone ice cold. He had pulled Brook's chair next to his when they had sat down, and he was holding her again, cradling her in his arm, her own knight in grunge armour. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but... it was necessary. This is your life, and while I hope you never have to go through that again, it happens all the time. Gangs don't keep prisoners very often."<br><br>Vicky, in all its impossibility, had lost the edge of her hunt. She just sat on the opposite side of Deacon, leaning against his shoulder, cradling his hand in hers as she slowly breathed.<br><br>"Are you alright?" he asked Vicky in a hushed town, just loud enough for Brook to here him. "I know you used to date Maverick."<br><br>"He was a creep of a man. Got off on watching me fuck other guys, and then he'd beat me when I got a wandering eye," Vicky spat, burying her face in the crook of Deacon's neck, her hands clinging to him. She was crying, the sobs visibly shaking her lush body, so far gone from the bubbly, ready to burst sexuality it oozed just ten minutes ago.<br><br>Kissing her scalp, Deacon sighed, comforting his friend while he held on to Brook, unwilling to let her go. Vicky, lifting her head from Deacon's neck, smiled sadly at Brook. "You really don't know how lucky you are to have found Deacon," she managed, whimpering as her makeup began to streak down her cheeks. "You really don't..." she trailed off, reaching over to cup Brook's face, smiling, before reaching over and locking lips with her, kissing her as deeply as she ever had. Vicky was a sexual creature, and she found comfort in that kiss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 06:08:58</strong>
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				Brook, on her part, was finally able to convince her body to relax, and stop trembling. Deacon looked a little worse for wear; she touched his hand, interlacing her fingers with his and caressing it with her other hand, trying to convince him somehow that he wasn't to be blamed for this life that she was now living.<br><br>"I told you you didn't have to apologize," she murmured, as she shifted closer against him.<br><br>Vicky, too, looked... considerably worse than she had earlier, and when she explained why, Brook felt a rush of empathy. She'd never had a boyfriend that had beaten her, especially not one who was used to this hard life in one of King's City's many gangs; but she faintly remembered one or two who had used her, without compunction, for their own purposes.<br><br>It almost seemed like a lifetime ago.<br><br>Brook was surprised at the kiss, going still under Vicky as the other woman kissed, pressed deeply, and slid her tongue into her mouth. Shocked at the invasion, and the heat and the passion and the raw sensuality behind the kiss, Brook couldn't do anything but sit and accept it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 09:11:31</strong>
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				"I know what you told me," Deacon replied, bringing her hand up to his, kissing it tenderly, before leaning in to kiss her lips the same. "But that doesn't change the fact that you didn't have a choice. If you had come freely, this wouldn't be a problem. But you were forced in to this life, and I want to make it enjoyable for you."<br><br>But then Vicky was leaning across him, her hands latched on to Brook's head as she devoured the girl, her lips mashing against Brook's as her tongue probed her warm mouth, groaning as she began to rub her thighs together, a hand roaming down to cup Brook's smaller breast, squeezing reflexively. <br><br>That's when Deacon stepped in. "Vicky, slow down. You can't scare her like that," he cautioned, letting go of Brook to hold Vicky in both his arms. She was staring at him with such a sadness and need he almost let her go, but when his thoughts returned to Brook he just couldn't put the girl through such a shock. <br><br>Then Vick's hand landed on his crotch, gripping his member through his jeans. "Deacon, I need it. I need someone some healing, some distraction... <em>please,</em>" she begged, her hand tightening around his shaft, which was growing despite himself. Helpless to help his dearest friend, Deacon looked at Brook, his eyes filled with indecision. He didn't want to let his friend, this woman who meant so much to him, down, but he didn't want to upset Brook, either. His eyes conveyed that tear to her, and he begged her silently to make his decision for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 09:25:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook stared, something in her stomach flipping and flopping despite her utter shock and utter dismay. It wasn't that she felt that Deacon was... hers. But to see Vicky touching him so intimately, without reserve, so obviously in <em>need</em>...<br><br>She didn't know what she was feeling, but she was only sure that she wasn't ready for whatever it was that Vicky wanted from her. Her body had reacted - nipples hardening gently, especially at the gentle squeeze - but an ugly part of her was wailing and disappointed to see that Deacon was responding to Vicky so easily. And well, Brook couldn't blame him - she'd reacted similarly, after all - but with her wrapped up in his arms...<br><br>It was easy to call on her calmness, that of a politician's daughter. She smiled gently and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. She didn't know how she remembered, but her fingers looped into his pocket and fished out the keys to the car while she distracted him.<br><br>"Give Vicky what she wants," she breathed against his lips. "I'll... I'll wait in the car for you." With a deft twist, she squirmed out of his distracted grasp and slid into the crowd, leaving him with Vicky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 09:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon just stared after Brook, wishing he didn't need to do this, before his attention was abruptly brought back to Vicky, who was squeezing his cock rhythmically now, quickly bringing it to full mast. "Deacon!" she groaned, panting as his instincts kicked in, grabbing Vicky up and pulling her to her feet, practically dragging her across to the bar, where Jason took one glance at the horny blond pawing at Deacon and motioned with his head to a door beside the bar. "Third door on your right."<br><br>"Thanks," Deacon replied before pulling Vicky along, eventually making it to a small room with a large bed. Vicky jumped on to it, not even bothering to remove the slip, as she bunched it up around her waist and pulled the thong to her side, revealing her glistening snatch. <br><br>Deacon knew what she needed. It wasn't gentle love, it was a hard, furious fuck to distract her from her sorrows. And so, foreplay unneeded, Deacon pulled his pants off, revealing his swaying, hard member, before kneeling in front of Vicky and impaling her, before he began to take and abuse her in the way she needed.<br><br>It wasn't until forty minutes later and an ejaculation in each of Vicky's orifices did Vicky relent, thanking Deacon and apologizing at the same time. Cleaning herself up as best she could, she led Deacon out of the room and out of the club, making it to the car. There wasn't glee in any of them. Nor was there a freshly-fucked look to them. They seemed, better, then before. Vicky no longer was on the verge of tears, but she was a far cry from happy. <br><br>Seeing Brook leaning against the car, Vicky ran up and wrapped her in a fierce hug. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry," she whimpered in to Brook's neck, holding the girl to her body, before breaking off to dash in to the car, leaving Deacon and Brook alone.<br><br>Deacon just stood there, looking at Brook, his eyes heavy with emotions. "I didn't want to do that," he whispered forlornly to her. "I wished it was you the entire time... But Vicky <em>needed</em> me then. I couldn't let her down."<br><br>Reaching out, he grabbed her hands, pulling her to him and embracing her, burying his face in her hair as he sighed, feeling her body against his. "Are you alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 09:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She spent the first twenty minutes of her interminable wait sniffling back her tears in the car, even though she didn't know why she was sad, or why the hot tears kept threatening to well up in her eyes. Brook had to tilt her head back so she wouldn't ruin her makeup; Deacon had liked it, and if he saw her eyes and noticed that her makeup was all smudged, he'd know that she'd been crying, and she didn't want him to feel guilty for it.<br><br>Eventually, when she was sure she wouldn't need to hide, Brook slipped out to wait outside the car. She was subdued, her mind occupied with too many thoughts. And even though she was distracted, Brook managed to keep herself alert, warning away some clubbers intrigued by the attractive young woman waiting outside <em>Sultan</em>, alone.<br><br>She didn't want to think about how this... all this... was so different from anything she'd ever known.<br><br>And she was tired. What she would give just to sleep...<br><br>Brook was nodding off against the car when Brook grabbed her into a hug. Shaken into waking, she gasped, but couldn't think of anything to say to Vicky.<br><br>And then it was Deacon wrapping her up in his arms again. She bit her lip, wanting to hug him... hugging him would mean that she was accepting all this.<br><br>Brook wasn't sure if she was ready, despite her brave words. "I'm okay," she murmured, her arms still limp by her sides. "Though it's unfair to Vicky - thinking of me the whole time. You shouldn't do that, Deacon," she said softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 10:06:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Vicky needed me to give her my best. The only way I could do that is if I thought of you," Deacon replied, whispering in to her ear as he refused to let her go. "What she said about Maverick wasn't the whole truth. He eventually forced her in to prostitution, which was what she was doing when she found me," he muttered, hoping Vicky wouldn't overhear them. "His death closed a dark chapter of her life, and caused a lot of confusion."<br><br>Cupping her face with one hand, he looked at her, seeing the barest hint of tears and ignoring him, before he locked lips with her, kissing her with a fierce passion. It was that same passion he had harnessed for Vicky. When he finally broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless, he silently got in to the car, before he drove off, Brook sitting beside him in the passenger seat. <br><br>The drive home was silent. Vicky was dozing in the back seat, and Deacon was absorbed in his own problems swirling around in side him. When they got back to the <em>City</em>, he led the two women in to the main room, where the action was in full swing, music pounding in the back ground and women grinding on poles and men. Vicky markedly lit up when she entered the familiar setting. Deacon just tightened his grip on Brook's hand.<br><br>"I'm going to stick around," Vicky told Deacon, leaning in to kiss him on the lips quickly, before moving off in to the crowd to get swallowed up. <br><br>Deacon looked at Brook, seeing the weariness in her eyes, guiding her to the hallway with their rooms. <br><br>They made it to Brook's first, and together they stood outside, looking at each other. "You think you'll be alright alone? I can sleep on the couch if you want," he ventured, smiling weakly to her, caressing her cheek. "It's comfortable, I've slept on it before."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 10:20:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was silent on the way home, thinking about everything. Vicky, and prostitution, and sex, and Deacon, and... gangs.<br><br>Brook barely even noticed as Vicky left them; barely even noticed the music and lights and women and poles and the men. She was silent as they went upstairs, silent as Deacon stopped outside the door to her room.<br><br>"Alone..." The word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it; and when she realized that they'd both heard it, she clapped her hands over her mouth. As if the word had set off something inside her, hot, fresh tears began rolling down her cheeks, ignoring her frantic attempts to catch them and hide them. "I'll be fine," she gasped, quickly fleeing into her room and trying to close the door in Deacon's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 10:29:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon was faster. His hand caught the door before it could be shut, flinging it open as he rushed in to her room, closing the door behind him. "Brook!" he called as she ran in to her room, trying to escape him. Again he caught the door before it was shut, and again he chased after her until there was no where left to run. At that point, she simply collapsed in racking sobs, Deacon rushing up to her, falling to his knees as he encircled his arms around her, holding her to him as she cried, unrelenting tears rushing down her cheeks, smearing her make up.<br><br>"Brook! What is it?" he asked, worry etched in his voice and face as he rocked her back and forth, trying his best to comfort her. "Tell me, please! I want to help you. I want to be there for you. But you need to tell me what it is!"<br><br>Unknown to him, tears of his own began to form. Tears of frustration, love, and confusion all brimming up the surface, and then spilling down his cheeks as he held to Brook, his own sobs beginning to sound in her ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 10:50:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd fallen next to the bed, tripping and managing to catch herself before she'd hit the bed frame. It was shameful, to cry - it had been weeks since their deaths. So many deaths. Dying, and leaving her alone.<br><br>Alone.<br><br>"Don't look at me," she sobbed, hunching over and hiding her face in her hands. "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm fine, I don't need anyone..."<br><br>Brook choked out the words like a mantra, as if trying to convince herself. She wanted to break down and tell him everything-<br><br>-but she didn't know who it was okay to tell.<br><br>Six weeks ago, her life had shattered into a thousand pieces, and everything she'd thought was true had been violently exposed to be false.<br><br>But in Deacon's arms, she cried, great racking sobs that made her small body shake and tremble violently. Despite her wanting to not need him, she found herself leaning into his strength, hot tears rubbing into his shirt and his chest as she lost the tenuous hold she had on her strength.<br><br>"I... I don't... I can't..." she was gasping and sobbing at the same time, breathless and choking on her words. "I don't want to be alone..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 11:00:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you aren't fine!" Deacon pushed, still rocking Brook. He had managed to keep his composure throughout his tears. "I'm not going to leave you."<br><br>Scooping Brook up in his arms, he brought her to the bed, pulling back the sheets, resting her on the bed before he crawled in beside her, laying on top of the sheets as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her to him, his forehead resting against hers. "Let it out, Brook," he whispered to her, clutching her to him as she cried to her heart's content. "I'll be here for you."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 11:17:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a long time for her to calm down. She never thought she would be able to stop crying - she hadn't cried since her first boyfriend had dumped her, after she'd found out he was only dating her to get to know her father, and he was cheating on her with older girls from a different high school. Her father had sat her down and spoken to her.<br><br>It had taken a long time for her to calm down and stop crying then, too. But she'd been sixteen - four years ago.<br><br>She lay still in his arms for a long time, sniffling occasionally, hiccuping softly. Finally, she spoke, her voice still choked something terrible, her words occasionally interrupted by a few harsh hiccups that made her squeak softly.<br><br>"When I got home, everything seemed normal. But my mother usually greeted me when she heard the door. She didn't greet me that day.<br><br>"I walked... calling for her. She was home, but I couldn't find her, so I walked into the dining room. There was an envelope - photos."<br><br>Her voice quivered; she pressed her face against his neck. "They were colorized black and white photos, with his blood in bright red. My father's. Sent to our home." There was a chill in Brook's voice. "There was blood everywhere. And the pictures were scattered... on the table."<br><br>She choked now, unable to continue. "My mother shot herself in the head with my father's gun." Tears ran down her cheeks again. "That was how I came to live on the streets. Abandoned."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 20:01:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon said nothing. He simply held Brook to him, cradling her with all the love he could muster, his hands rubbing her back, soothing. It was a long time before she could even think of talking, and even then it was with great difficulty. When she told him his story, he felt his own tears, full of sympathetic pain, begin to trickle down his own cheeks.<br><br>"My mother and father were killed when I was ten," he whispered, his voice rather monotonous. "They were killed by the Skulls. At that time, we were still pushing them out of Pembroke... I came home from school one day to find my Brother crying. I had never seen him cry before. It made me cry.<br><br>"It was then he showed me my parent's heads, which had been sent to us as a warning," Deacon said, almost too quiet to hear. "My Brother had taken care of me ever since..."<br><br>Sinking down beside Brook, he pressed his forehead against hers. "It's my turn to take care of you," he whispered, so much love in his eyes. "I will <em>never</em> abandon you. You mean too much to me. I will never leave you alone, and neither will Vicky. I promise."<br><br>Kissing her ghostly on the lips, Deacon sighed, resting his head on her pillow. He was weary as well. "I can leave after you fall asleep, if you want," he whispered, laying on top of the blankets, with his arm cinched around Brook.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 01:10:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to his story, too, hearing the sadness and pain, long dimmed by time. She lay in his arms for a while, thinking, not thinking, listening to his heartbeat, waiting for her eyes to close and let the darkness of dreamlessness take her. But when thirty minutes, then an hour passed without success, she sat up, reluctantly, careful not to stir Deacon if he was asleep.<br><br>"I'll be right back," she murmured softly. Brook paused, the fingers pressing into the bed in front of Deacon's chest tightening marginally as she stared down at him. She couldn't quite see his face; there was a small window high above her bed, but the moon was but a sliver tonight, so dim as to give her no lighting. That sliver did outline the figure resting on her bed though.<br><br>She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek on impulse, before (carefully) scrambling off the bed.<br><br>Brook didn't turn on any lights in the bathroom, even though it was completely dark. She stripped off everything - bra, panties, the top - and washed her face in the sink, with the background noise of the tub filling up slowly. She couldn't really tell if all the makeup was off, but at least her cheeks were clean, and her face felt fresh and cool.<br><br>Towel. There was a stack next to the bathtub, she remembered... Brook fished around with her hand, blind in the dark, before she found it. Stopping the hot, bubbled water from rising above the edge of the tub, she slid into the steaming hot water with a shudder.<br><br>It was odd, almost, to think of herself as part of a gang, and yet still enjoying something as simple as a bubble bath.<br><br>Brook sighed into the darkness of the bathroom, hot water forcing her limbs to relax and unwind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 02:54:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His voice broke the silence that had only been broken by the sloshing water of Brook's bath. "Why was your father killed?"<br><br>It wasn't possible to see him approach the open door from her angle and the darkness, but his voice was as clarion clear. "He obviously had enemies... I'm wondering if they'll try and come after you."<br><br>He was kneeling beside the jacuzzi tub now, his eyes peering out at the humanoid shape that Brook cast. He couldn't see anything clearly, but there was an inevitable feminine trait about the darker shadow that she cast. <br><br>His arms were crossed as he leaned on the rim of the tub, staring almost sightlessly forward. As his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, Brook's naked form began to define itself, although the water was still a black, impenetrable blanket hiding her intimates. He could catch her eyes in his now. "If there are men who want you dead, I need to know to protect you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 03:02:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was only darkness to hide her sudden stiffening, when she heard Deacon's voice cut through the silence. When she felt him close by, she slid a fraction farther into the tub, grateful for the darkness and the layer of frothy bubbles that hid her body from him.<br><br>Was it safe to tell him? She wasn't sure. For all she knew, his brother could be one of those people who had gotten rid of her father - and while she didn't doubt that Deacon like her well enough, maybe even care for her... if it came down to choosing her over his brother, she knew all too well what choice he would make.<br><br>He was blood and family. She was... a stranger.<br><br>And if she told him, and he investigated, and her father's enemies realized... they would go after him.<br><br>"I'm sorry. Did I wake you, Deacon?" Brook asked instead, reaching out with one hand. Her wet fingers touched on an arm; she slid it down until she could slide her hand into his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 03:12:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wasn't asleep," Deacon told her, smiling at her when she linked his hand in hers, leaning forward to kiss her on what he thought was her cheek. "I told you I'd stay until you fell asleep. You never did, and neither did I."<br><br>His free hand came to run down her damp hair, before circling around to stroke her cheek. "Tell me. Do these men know where you are? Can they get to you?"<br><br>Oh how he wanted to join her, to feel her naked body against his, enveloped and hugged in the water. But he knew he couldn't. Not without her invitation, at least. There was certainly enough room for the both of them. <br><br>Getting up, Deacon sighed, moving to sit on the rim of the tub. That was a serious miscalculation, as his hands slipped on the slick rim, his center of gravity suddenly finding itself over the tub as he yelped, before he fell back first in to the tub, splashing the water, settling at Brook's feet, his clothes drenched and his hair sagging with water. <br><br>"Uhm..." he managed to say, before bursting out with laughter, releasing so much pent up frustration in one fell swoop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 03:29:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducking her head underneath his hand, she tried not to sigh in satisfaction, or purr at the feeling of his fingers sifting through the damp locks, and then caressing her cheek. "They don't know where I am. As long as they don't know my identity, they can't find me, or get to me," she murmured in answer.<br><br>The next thing she knew, he was in the water, and had thoroughly soaked himself in the jacuzzi tub. The sound of dripping and splashing water was loud in the silence, as Brook tried to reconcile the fact that he was in the tub while she was naked, with the fact that he was in the tub, completely drenched.<br><br>She giggled.<br><br>"You can wash my back for me, Deacon," she said in a warm chuckle, deftly grabbing a small towel and a bottle of body wash where she'd seen it earlier. It took a few tries before she found the correct bottle (the one that smelled absolutely heavenly, of Hawaiian plumerias). Turning, she slowly edged closer to him on her knees, until she was only inches away, her wet body smelling faintly of the cucumbers and melon from the bubble bath soap.<br><br>She thrust both at his chest, then turned around and seated herself comfortably in front of him. "You might want to take off your clothes," Brook commented dryly. "I'm sure they can't be too comfortable, wet like that."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 03:47:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon just grinned at Brook, his eyes now almost completely accustomed to the darkness of the room, darting down to see her naked breasts just under the water as she moved to him, handing him the cloth and lotion. "You sure you only want your back washed?" he grinned, not missing a beat as he set them on the far rim, before standing up behind Brook to remove his shirt, pants, and boxer-briefs, leaving him as naked as she was, before he sank back down, sitting on his knees. He was acutely aware of the effort Brook had put forth not to glance behind her to see him when he had shed his clothes.<br><br>Picking up the bottle and cloth, Deacon inched closer behind Brook, his knees bumping against her feet, as she sat likewise on her knees. She felt the lotion beginning to drizzled against her back, before he started to rub the soft cloth against her, the lotion beginning to create suds along her back, which trailed down in watery lines to the water around their waists. <br><br>His breathing was becoming more defined as he pushed himself to keep calm. He was <em>so</em> close to touching her, feeling her exquisite body against his, feeling how she would wrap around his member. It was enough to drive a man crazy. <br><br>By now he had pretty much abandoned washing Brook's back, and had switched to rubbing the kinks from her shoulders and back, relieving the stress of accumulated weeks. Leaning forward, he buried his face in her damp hair, breathing in the sweet smell of the shampoo she had used. Dropping his hands from her shoulders, he encircled them around her waist, pulling her naked form against his, his swelling member almost touching the cleft of her behind, as he leaned forward to kiss her and bite her neck. <br><br>"If you aren't ready, tell me now," he muttered, feeling his body begin to behave on base instinct as his hand began its slow decent to the junction of her thighs. "Before it's too late."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:02:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes and relaxed against his hands, which were rubbing and massaging her shoulders. Every now and then a soft moan would emit from her mouth; every kink and tense knot was becoming unraveled. There were tense spots that she hadn't even known <em>existed</em>.<br><br>If Brook hadn't known better, she would have called him a magician.<br><br>But she could sense his excitement almost as well as he could; somehow, this darkness, and the water they were both resting in, served to heighten her senses, making her more aware of Deacon's intensity. Brook shivered when she felt him lean close and wrap his arms around her waist; she made a soft noise of protest when he dragged her body warmly against his, whimpering when he bit hard at her neck.<br><br>"Deacon." Somehow, Brook grabbed the hand that had slid almost too far down her belly. She wrapped it tight in both of her palms, her hands shaking. "You only met me two nights ago."<br><br>She hated doing this. She wanted him... and she knew, she knew that he liked her, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to give her body to him. It was too confusing.<br><br>"I'm not ready," she said, the terrible guilt thick in her voice. It was a good thing her face was already damp from her wet hair; he wouldn't notice the hot tears sliding down her face again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:12:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon sighed, smiling sadly to her, even if she couldn't see him. "I understand," he whispered, pulling his hand away from her juncture. He didn't make any move to get out of the tub, though, and he didn't let her move away from him, either. "But, at least give me this," he added, holding her to him as his member deflated. She was warm, and he didn't want to let her go. "Let me stay with you tonight. I want... to feel you sleeping in my arms. And I think you do too..."<br><br>Turning her to face him, he all but ignored her naked chest, his eyes locked with hers, as he leaned forward, taking her lips in his and kissing her deeply. "Will you give me that?"<br><br>His hands were holding her waist as he leaned in to kiss her again, this time a little more passionately. But then he was done, and he was holding a hand over her eyes. "I'm getting out now," he whispered to her ear, before the sound of water sloshing filled the room as he stood up, pulling his hand away from Brook so he could step out of the tub, toweling himself off hastily before grabbing one of the many robes hanging beside the towel rack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:28:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd stopped, just like she asked. A small trickle of relief slid into her belly; but she tightened her arms around his as he held her. Silently, more tears slid down her cheeks as she stifled soft sobs, trying not to let him know of the confusion that was rippling through her again.<br><br>When he kissed her, she held onto his shoulders, fingers tightening as their lips met and molded together, warm and wet. "Yes..."<br><br>Brook's answer was whispered, but they both heard her answer. Even though she couldn't see anything in the darkness, she obediently closed her eyes, waiting until she heard him move to grab a robe before she opened them again.<br><br>She moved to the edge of the tub. "Deacon, can you find a fresh towel for me?" She tried not to sound wistful; it felt lonely, losing his warmth behind her. "You... got all the other ones wet, earlier."<br><br>When he came back, she touched his hand, anxiously. "Are you mad?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:38:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all. In fact, I'm relieved," he told her, handing her a towel to wrap around her. When he saw the look on her face, he laughed. "Sex in a jacuzzi isn't nearly as fun as people think."<br><br>Looking away as she got out of the tub and toweled off, he turned back to her when she gave him the okay. She was absolutely smoldering. The towel was far to short, not even fully covering her ass, and she had to be careful or else her shaved mound would be visible, and it was wrapped very low across her breasts. Reluctantly, he handed her a robe, opening it and wrapping it around her. He didn't move away though. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, resting on the fronts of her thighs as he held her against him, feeling how the robe rubbed against his naked skin. <br><br>"I could never be mad at that," he said, much more seriously. "You're too special to get mad at something like that." Leaning in, he kissed her neck, wishing despite his words that she had let him continue. He was incredibly aroused, even if his cock was flaccid at the moment. <br><br>He led her hand in hand to the bed, where he kissed her for a very long time, before breaking off. "I need to get something to sleep in, lest I be nude," he smiled, lingering there watching her. God, she was beautiful. "Unless of course you don't mind." He was teasing her, it was apparent. Still, there wasn't an empty gesture there. He'd much rather sleep nude, flesh to flesh with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:56:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Back in her room, it was easier to see him in the darkness; silver glinted off his red hair, and the white robes made them both look like a ghost. Brook didn't expect it, but the kisses he favored her with were welcomed, and eagerly, as she lay back in the bed. Tentatively, she allowed one hand to rest behind his neck, caressing the soft skin as her lips molded themselves against his.<br><br>When he leaned back, she was half-breathless, thoroughly dazed and happy for the reason. Blushing, Brook pulled herself reluctantly into a sitting position, and pressed a soft, warm kiss against his cheek; then another, this one directly on his lips.<br><br>"While you're gone, I'll get something to change into, too," she whispered softly against his mouth, once her appetite for kisses had been marginally sated. Before she could tempt herself into staying any longer, Brook slid off the bed in a flurry of white cloth. There had to be at least something halfway decent in the bag of lingerie she'd purchased today...
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:11:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon smiled, before quickly making it to his room, throwing on a pair of super-tight black boxerbriefs, before making himself a quick drink to give Brook time to change. He couldn't get her out of his head, especially at the clandestine glances of her naked figure that filtered through his head. Edgy to get back to her, he waited for as long as he could bare before quickly making it to Brook's room again, draped in the white robe as he entered, seeing her likewise hiding her body. <br><br>Smiling to her, he took of his robe, revealing the skin-tight briefs, doing nothing to hide his bulge or his power. Sure, he didn't expect to have sex with her tonight, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to make her as bothered as she could make him. "I normally sleep nude, so this is going to be weird," he complained, smiling brightly to Brook as he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge, facing her. <br><br>"Well, do I get to see what's under there or what?" he grinned, his hands resting on his knees. "Is it something new?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:23:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Deacon returned, Brook was back on the bed, still swathed in the white terry cloth robe, her cheeks warm from the combination of bath, Deacon, and the silky, slippery lingerie she'd chosen to wear for him tonight.<br><br>It was easy to stare at Deacon when he took off the robe. Even in the dim lighting coming from the moon, she could see the powerful contours of his figure, and the myriad of tattoos on his upper body.<br><br>She swallowed. He was making it hard for her to stay calm, he had to be; it was difficult to keep her gaze locked on his eyes, though a couple of times they did stray to his chest, which she ached to touch. It was powerful, and protective; and it was obvious that Deacon meant to protect her, no matter how much she would protest.<br><br>"I got this today, but I didn't show you; Vicky would have told me to take it off and buy something more revealing or sexy," Brook admitted, opening the sides of the robe and sliding it from her shoulders.<br><br>Brook had chosen simply, not wanting to tease Deacon any more than she had done today. All silk with bits of lace, the camisole and shorts (http://gw.tv/fw/ravi/b/pc/Product.html?mthd=04&amp;ANGLE=001&amp;PC=RAV09M0128&amp;SC=0R1) were inky black, reflecting touches of moonlight as she shifted under Deacon's gaze. She had to lift her bottom from her heels to catch the edge caught underneath her, unwittingly flashing a glimpse of bare stomach to Deacon; the deft twist of her body revealed lacy sides to the delicate shorts.<br><br>"What do you think?" She asked shyly, smiling for the first time since her spate of tears earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:44:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon smiled to Brook, before crawling forward to grab Brook's arms, pulling her on to the bed, rolling until he had her pinned beneath him, his lips pressing hard against hers as he probed for the first time with his tongue, running along her teeth hoping for entrance. Meanwhile, his hands had ran down her sides to cup her ass as he squeezed.<br><br>Breaking the kiss, he smiled to her. "Relax, I'm not going to push. We both need to blow off some steam," he managed before kissing Brook again, his hands groping her ass through the silk shorts. He continued on like this for a good ten minutes before he finally let up, rolling off of Brook, sighing as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his member straining against his briefs. <br><br>Sliding under the sheets, Deacon patted the empty side of the bed, beckoning her, wrapping her in his arms when she crawled over to him, kissing her on the forehead. "We could do this every night, you know," he whispered to her, stroking her hair. "I could protect you 24/7. You'd fall asleep in my arms every night, and wake up in them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeaked in alarm, but she didn't make any strong protest as found herself tumbled underneath him, and groped, and thoroughly kissed. Gasping for a breath of air, she looked up at Deacon, startled... then melting under his assault, wrapping her arms around his neck as she returned the kiss, opening her mouth for his tongue to explore.<br><br>The ten minutes seemed to go on forever, but for not long enough. Brook was breathing hard as she stared up at the ceiling, eyes closed, again feeling slightly bereft of his warmth.<br><br>"I'm sure I would enjoy it, but wouldn't your men have trouble finding you if you weren't in your room in the mornings?" Brook tucked her body against his, shivering as they slipped under the covers. The blanket was warm, probably from their body heat. "You don't seem like the type to be too happy if they were to burst in here looking for you," she murmured.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:05:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A minor inconvenience," Deacon replied, linking his free hand with hers while his hand that snaked under her lazily rubbed her thigh. "Of course, you could stay in my room, and give Vicky's back to her," he added, grinning down at her, stealing a swift, hard kiss. "I'm sure she'd enjoy sleeping in her old room."<br><br>Rolling over, he pulled Brook on top of him, resting his hands on her ass again as he looked up at her, kissing her again and again. "I could definitely get used to sleeping with you against me," he whispered, hotly, his breathing becoming more ragged as she felt the stiffening of his dick at her pelvis, only slightly noticeable. <br><br>Sighing, he leaned back, closing his eyes as he let his body relax, Brook still laying on top of him as he moaned in comfort and pleasure. Again he wished he could feel her naked body against his, but he needed to hang back. <br><br>Letting go of her tight, round ass, he slid his hands up to her waist, pulling the silky top with him so her stomach was bare and he could run his hands along her back, tracing along her spine before falling back down to her hips. <br><br>"I think you'd enjoy it too," he breathed in to her ear, biting the lobe gently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:16:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think you would say that if your wandering hands managed to expose enough of my skin that your men would get an eyeful were they to walk in," she shot back with a low chuckle. She followed the urging of his hands with a soft giggle of delight, her laughter warm and playful as he kissed her repeatedly, and she squirmed underneath the firm grip of his hands on her bottom.<br><br>"You're not even interested in sleeping!" Brook protested, her tears slowly eased away and forgotten as she squirmed on top of him. Her brown eyes were shining when he finally gave up and relaxed into her bed; she let her legs fall to his sides, straddling his hips easily, and pressed a soft kiss against his jawline.<br><br>Then his hands were moving again, making her shiver as he ran his hands up her back. "I probably would enjoy it, but there's a reason I want to wait," she murmured, twisting her head to catch his lips.<br><br>When she finally released him, she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her breaths washing over his skin as she relaxed against him. Gods, she was tired. It had been such a long day...<br><br>"The first time I sleep in your bed, is the night I choose to wear that scorpion-tattoo lingerie for you." She let the sentence hang, the implication heavy between them as she fought sleep. "It'll be after you've ravished me until your appetite is satisfied, so until then, you can sleep here if you want to spend nights with me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 09:43:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon grinned, accepting the kisses, returning his own. <br><br>"I'm going to hold you to that. Any and every night I want I'll be here, holding you while you fall asleep, until you give yourself fully to me and I to you. No backing out of it now, it's already been said." He rained more kisses down her neck, even going so far as to kiss the very tops of her breasts and their gentle swell, before his head fell back, his hands stopping their roaming to hold her sides as Deacon rolled so they were on their sides, hugging each other as their breathing began to slow and steady out, their bodies flush with each other, Deacon's face buried in Brook's hair as she nuzzled against his chest. <br><br>It was the most refreshing sleep of his entire life. <br><br>When he awoke the next morning, his higher functions had yet to kick in. All he knew was he was spooning a woman, his morning wood pressed between the cheeks of her clothed ass, and one hand palming a breast. Squeezing instinctively, he groaned, grinding his erection against Brook's ass, before he started to stir from the half-sleep, realizing the very intimate touches he was giving Brook, his hand <em>under</em> her silk top, feeling the naked skin of her breast, and his hard cock sandwiched between Brook's ass. Quickly, he pushed himself away, rolling on to his back, separating his body from Brook's for the first time in hours, laughing to himself.<br><br>Looking over to Brook, he just smiled brightly. "Good morning." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 09:52:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't know when she drifted off to sleep, but it was one of the first nights that she'd slept without blood and black and white photos coming to haunt her dreams. And she knew that she'd dreamt of something... well, if not nice, then mildly pleasant. At the very least, it was much better than the kinds of dreams she'd been having.<br><br>Brook stirred awake to the sound of Deacon's laughter the next morning, and his warmth still imprinted into her body, though from the way the bed was shaking, he wasn't still pressed up behind her.<br><br>Sitting up, eyes half-shut, Brook reached up through her tousled hair as she yawned.<br><br>"What's so funny, Deacon?" She asked sleepily, not noticing that her body had roused from his very intimate embrace of her body. She stretched her arms above her head; it gave him a generous glimpse of her soft, smooth belly, and pressed her hard nipples against the soft silk of her night-wear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 10:02:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, nothing," Deacon replied, rolling back over, ending up on top of Brook as he pinned her to the bed, leaning down to kiss her with so much passion. "Just something I thought of when I woke up."<br><br>But that was enough talking. It was the first thing in the morning and all he wanted to do was kiss and hold Brook, morning breath be damned. And so he did, his hand cupping her ass, pulling her pelvis to his as he deepened his kisses to nuclear hot levels, her hard nipples rubbing against the silk and his naked chest. <br><br>Reluctantly, slowly, he eased off, until he was looking down at her, his arms extended to support his upper body while he still held her pelvis to his. She was so beautiful no matter what time of the day it was. <br><br>Sighing, he looked at the time. 7am. They could afford to lounge around for a while. Leaning in to kiss her one more time, he finally freed her, rolling to his side and hopping out of the bed. "Shall I make breakfast?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 10:13:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed and squealed in protest as he rolled onto her and pinned her to the bed, but too sleepy-eyed and drowsy to argue as he kissed her, deeply and fully, their bodies pressing together in a way that made her tingle and shiver, even though the temperature under the covers was anything but cold. Brook whimpered, and sighed, and made all sorts of soft noises of pleasure as they kissed; she couldn't even pretend that she wasn't enjoying it.<br><br>When he broke away, Brook tried to catch her breath, gasping and sitting up when he let her go. "What are you going to make?"<br><br>Realizing she didn't care either way, she smiled and slid out after him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing the center of his back, between his shoulder blades. "Never mind. I'm going to take a quick shower, first."<br><br>She disappeared into the bathroom, though this time she closed the door for some privacy. In the light of day, it was harder to be as free as she'd been last night - it had been easy to let darkness erase her embarrassment and nervousness around Deacon.<br><br>It was a quick shower; she rinsed herself off, cleaned the rest of the makeup from her face, and wrapped her body in a towel, not realizing how terribly short it was (from Deacon's point of view). She looked around, but didn't see another robe.<br><br><em>Ah... I left it outside last night.</em> Remembering that she'd dropped it at the end of the bed, Brook trotted back outside, hoping it was still there.<br><br>At that moment, there was a knock on her door. She answered it without thinking, hurrying over as she held her towel up with one hand. She opened the door with the other, and saw-<br><br><em>A man's chest?</em><br><br>Brook looked up, her brown eyes large and unfamiliar with her guest. Standing in the doorway, someone she didn't recognize had his hand up, ready to knock again. "Deacon, I didn't want to wake you, but Vicky said..." The man's voice drifted off with a slight choke. Brook tilted her head as she stared up at him (he was actually quite good-looking, though he had more of a boyish charm than Deacon's masculine intensity), not realizing why he'd gone silent.<br><br>Everything was covered, but as Deacon had noted the night before, the towel was wrapped low over her breasts... and the bottom just barely covering her shaved pussy. Brook blinked, not understanding why he was standing there looking at her, but finally stepped back to let him in. "Deacon! Someone's looking for you!" She called, walking back to the kitchen area of the room. She didn't see it, but the man in the doorway almost choked again, when the edges of the towel flirted up, and he saw the bottom curves of a very tight, firm ass as Brook bounced back towards Deacon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 21:48:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who is it?" Deacon asked, opening an arm to scoop up Brook in his arm, leaning down to kiss her. <br><br>"It's Jitterbug, Deacon," the man Brook had let in spoke up, moving to the bar, sitting down. <br><br>Deacon's arm tightened around Brook, inadvertently pulling the hem of the towel up even higher. "What are you doing here, Jitter."<br><br>The man bit his lip, before sighing. "You pissed a lot of people off with your stunt last night. Johnny isn't too pleased."<br><br>"You can tell my brother that I don't give a fuck what he thought. Maverick should have been taken out months ago, but no one wanted to piss off the lower gangs. I did his dirty work like usual," Deacon returned, his voice filled with venom. His other arm came down to wrap around Brook as well, holding her against him, her head resting against his bare chest. "But that's not the only reason you came all the way out from Tudor."<br><br>"No, you're right... the Skulls are planning something big. <em>Real</em> big. We think they're planning to push the Cartel out of Bonapart," he told him, sinking noticeably in to his stool, all thoughts of Brook's almost naked ass forgotten. <br><br>"Which would push the Cartel in to Pembroke," Deacon reasoned, his voice dropping low.<br><br>"Exactly."<br><br>"Then we need to get a hold of the Cartel, get a cease fire out there and focus on putting the Skulls back in their place." Deacon had loosened his grip on Brook, leaning against the inside of the bar with both hands, Brook caught in between his powerful arms. "Go talk to Johnny, tell him you've already got my support. Now." <br><br>Jitterbug nodded, before slipping off the stool and moving to the door, turning around and nodding to Brook. "Nice to meet you, uh, ma'am." But then he was gone and the door was closed and Deacon and Brook were alone again. <br><br>Looking down at Brook, who had been leaning against his chest while watching Jitterbug, he kissed her bare shoulder, crawling up her neck and jaw to her cheek, before his hands ran to her hips and he spun her around, pressing his body against hers, pinning her to the bar as he took her lips in his, placing his hands on her bare ass, groping shamelessly. It was something she'd learn about him: He was very frisky in the mornings.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 00:42:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brook listened to the back and forth of their conversation without understanding what it meant, or what most of the particulars were. She was more interested in the faint smell of food that was clinging to Deacon's skin, and was patently distracted even as the man named Jitterbug left.<br><br>"Ma'am?!" Brook's indignant whine was lost in a fit of giggles as Deacon began touching, and kissing along damp skin above her towel, which she was still absently clutching to her chest with one hand. "I'm not old enough to be a ma'am. Deacon! Call him back here and at least introduce me!" She wailed, squirming in Deacon's arms.<br><br>It was a kiss that cut off her protests; a hard, searing kiss that made Brook whimper softly before she forgot all about Jitterbug and gangs and territory, and melted against Deacon as he pressed her up against the bar and groped her. But she didn't dislike it - far from it, actually. She moaned softly as her smaller body got caught between his body and the bar, her body straining against him as she returned the kiss with eager passion.<br><br>"Deacon... my towel's going to fall off," she gasped against his lips, tilting her head to taste more of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 00:56:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know. I'm counting on it," Deacon managed to say between needy kisses, his hands crawling higher up her body, pulling the towel with him. With a sudden surge, Deacon let his hands drop to Brook's ass again, but instead of groping, he lifted her body up on to the counter, his body in between her legs as he returned to her lips, his hands tugging on the towel lightly, seeing how loose he could get it before it all but fell off. <br><br>Pressing harder against Brook, Deacon groaned suddenly as his hard shaft, bulging against his tight briefs, caught against Brook's bare pussy, grinding instinctually in to her as he clawed her ass, pulling her against him. <br><br>"I won't push for sex, but I need to feel you somehow. Will you let me?" he breathed, a hand skirting to her thigh, close to her junction, letting his hands talk for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:03:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was set onto the counter with a squeak, and moaned when she felt him kissing her, tugging the towel lose, grinding against her bared pussy. Brook shuddered and bit her lip, mewling as pleasure burst through her body like fireworks.<br><br>"If you need to feel me... you have to let me, first," she whispered against his lips. Her arms had wrapped tightly around his neck, her desire of feeling his body against hers overriding every other sense of fear and uncertainty in her. But one hand slithered down, squeezing his ass, hard and desperate, before it slipped between their bodies.<br><br>Brook's fingers found the hard bulge inside his briefs. "I'm hungry, Deacon," she murmured.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when Brook groped both his ass and cock, which was furiously trying to tear out of the material holding it back from the pussy inches away from him. <br><br>Sighing, he kissed her once more, the blood staining both their lips, before he pulled away, seeing the towel bunched up above her hips, his eyes drawing to her glistening snatch before he quickly turned away, seeing the Bacon on the verge of burning. Dashing over, he saved them just in time, his flurry of breakfast saving taking up his immediate attention as he broke the eggs in the pan and popped bread in the toaster. <br><br>Moving back to Brook, now that the immediate emergency was done with. He moved back to the exact same position as before, and kissed her in the exact same way as before, before pulling back. "There are other lips I've wanted to kiss too, you know," he groaned in to her ear, his hands trying to pull off the robe more seriously this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:21:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't moved from the counter, nor had she closed her legs when Deacon had run to save the breakfast. Brook couldn't help but admire.. him - all lean muscle and harnessed strength, with a sensuality that was as raw and intense as his gorgeous green eyes.<br><br>It made her shiver when he looked at her with his green eyes - aroused, wanting her. She felt the tingling rush in her spine and shivered again, enjoying the rush of wetness that moistened her sex thoroughly.<br><br>Brought into his kiss again, she was more in control, having had a few moments to breathe. "Breakfast," she murmured softly. "I'm hungry..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:26:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Deacon reluctantly broke away from Brook, yet again, this time his eyes lingering on her wet sex for a long moment before he tore away, fishing out the scrambled eggs and toast, putting them on two plates before walking over to put them down on the dining table. His cock visibly twitched beneath his briefs as he moved, reaching up to the highest shelf in the cabinet for two glasses, his muscles tightening as he stretched, pouring orange juice in to them before setting them on the table too. <br><br>Finally, he moved back to Brook, slipping between her legs and grabbing her behind, hoisting her off the counter and on to the clothed shaft of his erection, walking over like that to put her down in the chair across him. Sitting down himself, he grinned, looking through the glass table top to see that she had yet to cover herself again.<br><br>"Breakfast is here, but I don't think this will fill me up," he commented dryly, eying her with flames in his green eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 01:50:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a brief kiss and rearranged the towel so that it wrapped around her shoulders and covered her breasts. It left her hips and legs bare; but Brook merely smiled when she saw Deacon's eyes lower to her crossed legs.<br><br>"I can cook something else for you later if this isn't enough," she remarked cheerfully, picking up a piece of bacon and chewing happily. It was crisp and crunch, and Brook took gleeful pleasure in eat her plate clean of even crumbs.<br><br>When she was done, she dabbed at her lips with a napkin, a little more solemn now that she'd had time to think. "My father taught me how to shoot. Him, and some of his friends, sometimes, when he was too busy to take me to the range." It was true, if not the whole truth. Her father had been friends with lots of soldiers, as well as people in the police force.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:19:46</strong>
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				"You can't make what I'm hungry for," he replied, giving her a look, before his eyes markedly went to the junction of her thighs, obscured from his view. "But I'd love to have dinner with you tonight."<br><br>Finishing his plate, and seeing Brook's done as well, he gathered up the dishes, putting them in the sink before he turned to look at Brook. <br><br>"You're father was a smart man, then. A girl as pretty as you needs to know how to shoot," he said, moving over to her, pulling the chair back and scooping her up in his arms. Sitting down on the couch, he moved her to straddle his lap, his erection, which had left him while they ate, quickly returned in full force as he ran a hand along her back, before resting on a tight ass cheek, his other going up to run along her jaw, before pulling her face to his, kissing her longingly. They had kissed so much in the past two days it was becoming second nature. <br><br>Fingering the towel, he smiled to himself. "You know, this isn't really doing anything anymore. I can see your most precious spot, why do you feel you need to cover up?" he asked her, before suddenly yanking it off her, leaving her nude in his lap. "Besides, you're much too beautiful to cover yourself up when we're alone."<br><br>A sudden thought dawned on him, and he grinned wolfishly. "If you're feeling embarrassed, I could take my underwear off, that way you're not the only one naked."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 05:30:18</strong>
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				She squeaked in alarm when he simply walked over and picked her up like she weighed no more than a feather. Brook's cheeks reddened thoroughly as heat rushed through her body, and she tried to squirm out of his lap without any success. If anything, that made the heat worse, when she felt his erection pressing against her through the fabric of his briefs. But she couldn't do anything but try to breathe when his fingers first slid up her spine, then cupped one globe of her tight bottom, then drew her in for another breathless kiss.<br><br>Dazed, Brook tried to frown, her fingers loose on the towel. "Because-"<br><br>He didn't even let her answer. The towel fluttered to the floor, forgotten as Brook stared, her eyes wide. She didn't even try to cover herself up - just stared into his eyes, for lack of any better place to look. So when he grinned like he was ready to devour her, something twisted tight in her belly, and made her body warm considerably. Oh, goodness. If she didn't do something to stop him-<br><br>It was a bad day for Deacon. The door sounded again, this time the recipient of a gentler pounding. "Deacon, honey!"<br><br>Brook squeaked in alarm when she heard the door open, followed by Vicky's bright, bubbly voice. She pressed her body tight against Deacon's just as Vicky's eyes landed on them, though it really didn't do much. Vicky could see her entire backside... and Brook's pert breasts were riding against Deacon's chest, making it even more difficult for her to think straight. "Morning, Vicky!" Brook managed to squeak out, hiding her mortified expression in his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:13:55</strong>
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				Vicky didn't miss a beat when she saw Brook's naked body, although she did perk up when she saw the girl buck naked. "Oh my, am I interrupting anything?"<br><br>Never faltering, Vicky moved over to sit right next to Deacon, wearing a plunging V-Neck blouse, cut high above her waist, and short shorts, her thong riding high up her ass. <br><br>Placing a hand on Brook's back, she smiled to the girl, trying to hide against Deacon, rubbing her back lightly. "Continue, by all means. Don't let me perturb you of your pleasure."<br><br>Deacon for his part groaned at the heightened level of pleasure with Vicky's addition. It wasn't that he was physically stimulated by the addition, but the thought of Vicky seeing Brook and himself in such a vulnerable position excited him. When Brook pressed her body to his he instinctively bucked, his cock dragging against her entrance as her nipples scraped against his own pierced ones. <br><br>"You're not interrupting anything, Vick," Deacon managed, his hand massaging her tight ass cheek with more gusto than prior, pushing her down on his member. "Although I'm afraid you've startled Brook." <br><br>For her part, Vicky just grinned, her hand trailing down to cup Brook's other cheek. "Want any help?"<br><br>Deacon was very frisky in the mornings...
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:23:34</strong>
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				Poor Brook could only quiver under Vicky's touch. "N-no, you weren't interrupting anything," she said plaintively. "We weren't doing anything." That was slightly more reproachful, aimed at Deacon, whose cock was pressing even more urgently against her sex. She shivered as his piercings pressed gently into her soft skin. Damnit. It wasn't right that there were men and women as patently gorgeous and handsome, respectively, as Vicky and Deacon.<br><br>Brook moaned softly against Deacon as his hand began caressing and playing with her ass, his fingers hot and tingling against her skin. Some muffled sound escaped from her throat when her hips were pressed tighter against the hard bulge inside his briefs; and then she squeaked, loudly and audibly, when she felt Vicky's hands slide along her backside, to cup and squeeze the globe opposite of the one in Deacon's hand.<br><br>"I-I-I-I'm going to go change!" Hoarsely, a mixture of terrified and excited to be the center of attention of two sexy individuals, Brook managed to scramble out of Deacon's lap before he could catch her. She scooped up her towel and wrapped it around her body as she made for the bathroom, darting around the corner before peeking around the frame.<br><br>"Do I need to wear anything specific today, Deacon?" Brook asked sullenly. She wished there was a pill she could take so that she wasn't as affected by him. And by Vicky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 06:33:17</strong>
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				Deacon laughed with Vicky, seeing Brook fly through the suite until she got to her room, where she timidly poked her head out. <br><br>"Not really. You'll just be coming around with me while I meet with some other lieutenant," Deacon called, his voice hitching as he felt a new hand on his cock, this time slipping under his underwear.<br><br>"She got you really riled up, didn't she?" Vicky whispered in to Deacon's ear after Brook was out of sight, pressing her breasts against Deacon's arm. "I could help with that, you know." She was stroking him now, lazily, like a cat would.<br><br>Deacon faltered for a moment, before he grabbed Vicky's hand. "Last night was one thing, Vicky. We can't make it a habit," he explained, hissing as she twisted her grip, he thumb running over his head. <br><br>Sighing, Vicky pulled her hand away, pre-cum staining her thumb. Popping it in her mouth, she suckled on it, staring bolts of lust at Deacon, before pulling it out of her mouth. "I know... but you were so good!" she groaned.<br><br>"I shouldn't have done it... It's been years since we gave in. It always follows the same pattern, we fuck, you try and pull me back, and I can't do it. You're practically my sister. A gorgeous one, but my sister nonetheless..." He let it hang.<br><br>Vicky smiled sadly at Deacon, before leaning in to give him a slow kiss. "I know. But I can't help how I feel."<br><br>"And neither can I," Deacon replied, seeing Brook walk in. "My case in point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 07:02:38</strong>
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				When Brook reappeared, she was dressed simple and sexy in a simple dark red tank top and a pair of black denim shorts that hugged her hips, exposing the slightest sliver of waist when she twisted one way or another. Layered over both was a long short-sleeved hoodie, zipped up halfway and stretched around her thighs - just high enough that you could see the bottom of the shorts underneath (which, of course, made her legs look absolutely divine).<br><br>It wasn't so much the clothes, as the shy eagerness with which she bounced out to show Vicky what she'd bought from her first shopping trip. As if her earlier arousal had been completely forgotten, Brook came out with a smile, seeming not to be affected by Deacon's near-nakedness.<br><br>"Vicky!" Breathless, she hopped out of the bathroom, sliding onto the couch next to Vicky so she could press a warm kiss to the woman's cheek. "Do I look presentable? It's too bad I'll have to hide my legs by wearing the boots, but this should be comfortable to wear all day..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:23:37</strong>
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				"Hmm, more than presentable, love," Vicky smiled sweetly, her had running down one of Brook's legs, from where the shorts ended to just below the knee, her fingers running along the soft contours of her muscle. Neither one of them were dressing to impress much, with Vicky's plain (although incredibly tiny) blouse and shorts revealing pretty much everything except for the goodies and Brook's sweater and shorts leaving endless leg for the viewing pleasure.<br><br>"Hmm, I've got an idea, though..." Vicky replied, hopping up, her heavy breasts shaking in Brook's face involuntarily, before she darted to the door. "Stay there, I'll be right back."<br><br>Smiling to Vicky, Deacon quickly closed the gap between himself and Brook, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a steamy kiss, although this one wasn't filled with reckless need. "I feel horribly underdressed," he chided, looking over Brook's simple outfit, before Vicky knocked the door open, holding a pair of crotch high black leather boots, with only a small heel and deceptively comfortable. There was a soft lining to keep her from chafing, and all in all they were absolutely gorgeously sexy.<br><br>"Try these on. An old friend of mine left them here ages ago, and I hadn't gotten around to getting rid of them. They look like they'd fit perfectly," she grinned, before turning to Deacon. "As for you, put these on," she ordered, tossing a number of items at his sitting near-naked form.<br><br>Looking at her incredulously, Deacon sighed, before putting on the clothes. In the end, he wore something strikingly similar to Brook's clothes. Same coloured dark-red wife beater with a black vest that left his tattooed arms visible, but instead of jean shorts he wore dark blue jeans, with his same large skull belt buckle. To finish it off, he also wore a pair of dark sunglasses.<br><br>Looking at himself and then at Brook, he frowned. It wasn't glaringly obvious the outfits were matching, but to them it was all to clear. "Vicky, why?" Deacon sighed, sitting back down with a thump. <br><br>Vicky just smiled radiantly. "Because it's cute. Gangster and his Lady."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:49:12</strong>
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				Brook jerked back as Vicky suddenly stood up, and made a reminder to herself that she had to learn how to stop staring at her breasts. It was terribly impolite (though Vicky didn't seem to mind very much). She watched curiously as the blonde all but ran to the door, as if she were in pursuit of some hot, sexy man. Brook couldn't imagine Vicky chasing anyone, though - probably, the situation would be the other way around.<br><br>Deacon dragging her back into his lap wasn't entirely unexpected, and Brook smiled and engaged him in a brief, steamy liplock while Vicky was gone. When she returned, Brook stared.<br><br>"These are so cute!" Brook's eyes went wide as she flopped back into the couch and wiggled her feet and legs into each boot, squirming as she tried to fit them in. Amazingly, the fit was almost close to perfect; an excited bounce onto her feet showed that they were not only sexy, but comfortable. "I can have these? Really?" Bending the legs was no more difficult than doing so with a pair of jeans on; she squealed in delight and grabbed Vicky in a tight hug, showering her with 'thank you's and an excited kiss on the cheek.<br><br>Comfortable as she was, Brook couldn't help but blush again at Deacon's outfit. "Vicky! We're not a couple," she protested, shoving her hands bashfully into her own pockets. She couldn't avoid looking - as always, he looked dangerously sexy, this time in a more rugged, grungy way.<br><br>"Oh. Were we going to the shooting range again, or did you have something else in mind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 09:02:09</strong>
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				"Keep them, they don't fit me any way," Vicky smiled, seeing how the boots hugged her legs, ending with only a few inches of skin visible between the boots and shorts. <br><br>She did scrunch up when Brook kissed her on the cheek. As the girl started to fall away from her, Vicky shook her head. "Hell no, I get more than that," she said, mocking anger as she grabbed Brook's face and pulled her roughly to her, giving her a quick, searing kiss before letting the girl fall to Deacon.<br><br>Vicky just snorted at Brook's weak protest. "The way you two have been clinging to each other could have fooled me," Vicky grinned at Brook. "Especially when I came in to find <em>you</em>" -Brook- "naked and <em>you</em>" -Deacon- "almost there yourself. So don't give me any of that bullshit, alright?" despite the heat in her voice, her face was just bubble gum lovely.<br><br>Deacon just grinned, looking down at Brook in the couch, before he grinned, moving to loom over her as he bent at the waist, hovering over her as his hands gripped her hips and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers with such force she was pushed in to the back rest of the couch. Breaking the kiss, he let his lips hover <em>just</em> out of reach from how Brook was currently sitting. "We'd make such a hot couple though. You all willowy grace, dynamite ass, and endless legs and me all dangerous muscle and overwhelming heat." They were words meant to sizzle Brook's brain. Kissing her again, he pulled Brook up with him, standing in front of him as his hands rested on her hips. "You can't tell me that doesn't excite you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 02:14:16</strong>
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				Brook squeaked again - it seemed, around Vicky, a more or less automatic reaction - before she stumbled on her heels, tripping right into Deacon's arms. Obviously, Vicky didn't believe the bit about them not being a couple. Though to be perfectly honest, Brook didn't think she would have either. It just seemed incredibly surreal, the way Deacon was able to get her clothes down to nothing without even the slightest bit of trouble...<br><br>Forced down onto the couch by Deacon's advance, Brook stared up at him, half-breathless after the first kiss. "Well... but... oh, damnit, stop teasing me," she finally said, flustered as he pulled her back in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:23:00</strong>
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				Deacon snorted. "It's only fair after what you've put me through the past three days." Vicky laughed with him. Deacon simply wrapped his arms around Brook, resting her against him. No matter how much he held her or felt her against him, he always wanted more. <br><br>"I don't think we need any practice with guns at the moment. Besides, your stitches still could still be ripped. To be honest, it's mainly going to be meetings with various lieutenants to try and organize an offensive against the Skulls. I'll be heading in to Cartel territory to talk with Yorick and see if we can't put aside our differences for a few weeks," Deacon explained, running a hand up and down Brook's back. <br><br>"You'll be coming with me. You need to learn everything, and this will be a very good teaching aid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 06:31:11</strong>
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				Brook ignored the comment about her teasing, but smiled, her cheeks warm when he pulled her against him. It was feeling more natural, now, being held by and wanted by Deacon. Somehow, she'd allowed herself to get comfortable with him, and it was hard imagining wading through this new 'life' of hers without him to guide her.<br><br>"I was only going to suggest handguns, but if you want me to wait, then I'll wait." She wanted to show him her gun, at some point - she was better with her CZ-75 than with any other pistol or semi-automatic.<br><br>They began strolling out the door; Brook stayed at his side, trying not to shiver from the feeling of his fingers tingling along her spine. "What do I need to learn, exactly?" She inquired, going down the stairs first when they reached them. "And who else are we going to meet? An offensive? And isn't it dangerous for you to be going into another major gang's territory?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 08:19:59</strong>
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				"You need to learn how we deal with a crisis and how our politics work," Deacon explained. "It's almost as convoluted as government politics, but there are a lot of dangers you need to learn to deal with and avoid."<br><br>He smiled at her questions, waiting until they were down in the main room to answer. "We need to talk with some lieutenants to organize an entourage to come with me in to Cartel territory. It sounds stupid, but this is how meetings between gangs work. We go to them and hope they don't try and kill us. And as much as Yorick and the Youngbloods fight, we both know a push by the Skulls is bad for business."<br><br>Wrapping an arm around her, he brought them to a table off to the side, near the exit. "We aren't going in blind, though. They know we're coming, so we should have an uneventful trip to Bonapart. Just in case, you'll be riding with me."<br><br>"And I'll be staying here," Vicky added, leaning back against the seat and crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm not a Youngblood, and I don't want to be. I'm just here for the fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 09:44:18</strong>
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				She waited until they said their goodbyes to Vicky and exited the building before she began asking questions, trying to make sense of gang politics in her head. Not surprisingly, there were some vague similarities to real politics - Brook recalled how her father often spent days calling in favors and recruiting allies for his biggest, most important, but most controversial bills.<br><br><em>"It's always a bitch to play politics, Brook. Remember that it's all about give and take - tread carefully, but stay true to why you became a player in the game. And always make sure you go to your battles with extra ammunition."</em><br><br>Brook could almost hear her father explaining some of the particulars of negotiating to her sixteen year-old self. "Why is a push by the Skulls bad for business? And are the Skulls... the people you killed last night?" She asked. It was still early outside, but there were already some people awake and waiting outside, standing in small groups outside of the club. Seeing Deacon, they straightened into alertness; seeing Brook, more than a few jaws hung open slightly, some of the less-hardened Youngbloods staring speculatively before quickly averting their eyes. If a lieutenant had his arm wrapped around a new girl, it was best not to be too interested.<br><br>"Deacon! Going somewhere?"<br><br>Brook glanced to her right, trying to see who the speaker was. She thought he was one of the people who had been there, the night Deacon had caught her, but she couldn't be sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s229/DullMind/charagirl.jpg)</div><br>Deacon turned to see the face of the speaker, smiling when he saw his friend Jacky. The slight Korean man had a broad grin on him. <br><br>"Actually, I was going to find you. I thought you were out in Little Korea for the day, visiting the family?" Deacon said, letting go of Brook to wrap the small man in a big hug. "I'm heading out to gather up Shrapnel, Flak, and Huxley for the Cartel meeting at the Truman Tower. Now that you're hear that meets the five bodyguards allowed."<br><br>That made Jacky pause. "I only counted four there, Deacon."<br><br>"No, you didn't. Brook's the final guard," Deacon replied, pulling her over. "I trust her, and she needs the experience." That was a preemptive warning, Deacon's eyes clearly closing the case.<br><br>"Alright, alright. I just hope she can handle it. I hate dealing with Yorick's thugs," Jacky admonished, raising his hands in defeat.<br><br>"You don't need to-"<br><br>The rest of his sentence was drowned out by the sound of a thunderous roar of engines, as six beastly motorcycles pealed in to the Solomon's City parking lot. In big letters on the six backs was a three part patch, <em>Dickson Edan's Domain</em> in bold letters on the top, a picture of a sword with a rose-hilt, and <em>Reagan County Original</em> along the bottom. Shortened, it would be DEDCRO. Everyone knew them as the Dead Crow's.<br><br>"What the fuck do they want?" Deacon muttered as the six dismounted their bikes. The leader, an immense man, bumbled over to Deacon, where he grasped his shoulder and shook him. "How are you doing, Pigeon?"<br><br>Deacon sighed, relaxing as he smiled at the old man. "I'm fine, Dick."<br><br>"Well than give me a fucking hug, you little shit!" the man barked, laughing as he wrapped his bearish arms around Deacon, making him look like a child. "We heard you were having some troubles with the Skulls. Dead Crow's been fighting them for ten fucking years, and we just came here to tell you the club's got your back, hundred percent."<br><br>"Good to know, Dick," Deacon managed after finally prying the man off of him, looking around him at the other five. He tensed at the site of one of the bikers, a woman, clad in the leather of a biker, with piercing eyes and a seriously pissed off look about her. She had long, dirty blond hair and a body that was clearly tight and powerful, even through the skin-tight leather jacket and pants.<br><br>"Ah, fuck," Deacon cursed as the girl suddenly and quickly shot by Dick, her fist coming in clear contact with Deacon's cheek, knocking him to the right as he stumbled back. Jacky was already in action, but Dick maneuvered himself between the asian and his lieutenant. <br><br>"Easy now. Hell hath no fury and all that. Just let Jewel get it out of her system." The pistol aimed at Jacky was simply insurance.<br><br>Meanwhile, Deacon was taking the shit from this woman, making no move to stop her, or even lessen the pain. It went on for at least four minutes before she finally let off, backing away to stand next to Dick.<br><br>"Fucking asshole! You said you'd call!" the woman shrieked, her voice deep and almost masculine, a stark contrast to Vicky's. <br><br>For his part, Deacon simply stumbled, leaning against one of the cars, wiping away the blood trickling from his nose.<br><br>"Hi to you too, Julie," he laughed, causing him to hiss and clutch his side. "I was gonna call you, but then Dick had to move the gang all the way out to Minnesota. The only way to get a hold of Dead Crow was through a runner, how the fuck was I suppose to call you?"<br><br>"You figure out a way, asshat!" Julie snapped, before the icy exterior cracked and she smiled, hopping over to Deacon and hugging him warmly. "It's good to see you, Pigeon."<br><br>That made Deacon scowl. "Who said you could call me that?"<br><br>"I did, Pigeon, now shut up and hug her back," Dick remarked, leaning against his bike. <br><br>Simply smiling, Deacon wrapped his old-flame in a warm embrace. But before long, he pulled away. Holding her at arms length, Deacon smiled to her. "You could use a little touch-up on the right-hook, love."<br><br>That made Jewel grin, before she jabbed him in the spleen. "Fuck you, Pigeon."<br><br>"Not my job. At least, not anymore."<br><br>"Well, it could be."<br><br>And that was when Deacon remembered Brook, and he stiffened again, pushing Jewel back once more. "Not a good idea," he whispered, before glancing to Brook. Jewel followed his gaze to the slender girl, and she grinned lopsidedly. "Well well well. I wouldn't mind getting some of that."<br><br>Deacon just sighed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 14:23:01</strong>
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				Brook tried not to look too frightened or out of place as she stared first at Jacky, then at the others who were looking at her speculatively or with some consideration. She did rather appreciate that neither of them brought up her considerable inexperience and newness to this entire... situation... in front of the rest of the people loitering outside the club. specially when Deacon's mentioning that she was the fifth bodyguard got the attention of more than one of the gang members outside.<br><br>Before she could do anything more than firm up her shoulders and bring her chin up in determination, a roar interrupted everything, including her own thoughts.<br><br>Her first through when she saw the motorcycles: <em>that's a lot of motorcycles...</em><br><br>Her second thought, when she got a better look at the hard-looking, rough, and grungy group who had come to a stop outside Solomon's City: <em>They all look like gigantic bears...</em><br><br>It was almost true. Compared to Brook, a pint-sized young lady (dynamite ass or not), all of the men on the loud, roaring motorcycles could be twice her size. The man who clapped a hand on Deacon's shoulder was even more bear-like than the rest, with some crazy hair coming out from underneath his bandanna to match. Brook couldn't help but gape as she stared, her head tilted back slightly and her eyes wide with wonder as Deacon took the hugging, shoulder and back-slapping, and the name-calling (albeit friendly) without a scowl.<br><br>Of course, it was a different story when a tough-looking woman emerged from out of the group of motorcyclists, and slugged Deacon. <br><br>Brook's mouth worked silently in protest, though her words were drowned out by the shouts that came from the rest of the Youngbloods. Jacky, standing just in front of her, surged forward until he was stopped by Deacon.<br><br>Brook blinked in response, some of her adrenaline disappearing when Deacon waved his bodyguard off.<br><br>"But... she's beating him up!" Brook whispered urgently, eyes wide as she stared at the rather remarkable scene. She'd never thought Deacon would take any beating without striking back - he just didn't seem like the kind of person to sit and let someone kick and punch him until he was down - but here it was. It seemed there was quite a lot that could still shock her, when it came to Deacon and his enemies and acquaintances.<br><br>And then the woman-beating-up-Deacon and Deacon hugged, like long-lost lovers. Wide-eyed with surprise and curiosity, Brook stared until Deacon glanced over. Under Jewel's scrutiny, Brook blushed and squirmed slightly where she stood, though she didn't step back or lower her eyes uncomfortably.<br><br>(For the life of her, she couldn't get used to being looked at sexually by another woman, though.)<br><br>"Deacon, aren't you going to introduce me?" The words were brave and daring, emphasized and backed up by the stubborn set of her chin and the sexy, confident poise in her hips, but her voice quivered just the tiniest bit at the end. Jacky, close enough to see her red cheeks and white knuckles, tried not to let the amused grin show on his face; and if Deacon noticed, he didn't make a move to let on that he knew most of her behavior was just bravado.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:25:21</strong>
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				"Yea, she is. But the Boss says stay out of it, I'm staying out of it," Jacky replied, eyeing the gun Dick had to him. <br><br>It was over quickly enough, and the attention moved away from Jewels and Deacon to Brook. <br><br>A knowing smirk on his face, Deacon nodded his head. "How rude of me, Julie, this is Brook. Brook, Julie." <br><br>The woman held out her hand, taking Brooks and shaking it with a civility that laid in contention with her biker demeanour. "A pleasure."<br><br>A second later, and Julie was shifting between Brook and Deacon, a quizzical look on her face. "What's with the matching outfits?" she asked quietly enough for just the three.<br><br>Deacon's face flushed crimson then, too. "Vicky."<br><br>Julie's face lit with understanding. "Ahh, she still kicking around here, huh? How's that working out?" she added, looking pointedly at Brook. Apparently, Vicky's sexual nature had stuck with the girl for years.<br><br>"It's <em>fine</em>, Jewels." He used her gang name. He only did that when he wanted her to shut up. <br><br>Looking at Deacon for a moment, she nodded lightly. "We're sticking around for however long this beef with the Skulls lasts. I expect the Youngbloods to be good to us Crows."<br><br>Deacon, unconsciously, had moved right beside Brook, wrapping his arm around her waist. It was a defiant show of authority that he knew needed to be seen among the Crows.<br><br>Dickson and Julie, the two senior members, noted with silence. <br><br>"That'd be Dickson. He's an old bear, was friends with my father before he kicked the bucket," Deacon continued, and Dickson, in a show of grand gesture, bowed low, his immense girth threatening to topple him over, for Brook.<br><br>"An honour, madam.<br><br>"So, Deacon, what's on the schedule for today?"<br><br>"Meeting with the Cartel. I <em>was</em> going to get my other lieutenants for the five, but if you and Julie want to come, I'm sure we can get by with four."<br><br>That made Dickson and Julie smile both. "I thought you'd never ask, Pigeon," Dickson grinned, clapping a meaty hand on Deacon's shoulder. "When do we leave?"<br><br>"In ten minutes."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 13:12:29</strong>
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				Brook's eyes flickered back and forth between Deacon and Julie as they bantered and tossed friendly insults at each other. Jacky didn't seem alarmed, and neither did any of the Dead Crows, so Brook relaxed slightly against Deacon, still more than a little bewildered at all the new information, names, and faces that she had to process. And it was still morning - which mean more surprises awaited.<br><br>She smiled tentatively to Dickson when the man bowed to her, and returned the gesture, a sincere smile curling her lips up and making more than one man (and woman) pause as the smile brought a warm glow to Brook's cheeks. "It's my pleasure, Dickson," she murmured, a hint of shyness in her otherwise forthright eyes.<br><br>When Dickson and Julie nodded in response to Deacon's prompt answer to their time of departure and turned to talk with the other Dead Crows, Brook took the opportunity to tug gently on Deacon's sleeve. "Is... I don't really know what I should be doing," she murmured softly, suddenly worried when she saw how capable and ready everybody else in front of the City was. Are you sure I belong here with you? I don't even know how I could possibly be of help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 20:49:02</strong>
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				"Just follow everyone else's lead. I'll be the only one talking, you just need to look dangerous," Deacon whispered, smiling at Brook. "And besides, it's common place for the rookie to tag along to meetings."<br><br>Walking over to the car, Deacon popped the trunk, which was laden with weapons. Pulling out two handguns, and a small SMG, he put them in Brook's hands. "Just point and shoot if it gets hairy."<br><br>"You sure buttercup here should tag along, Deacon?" came the smooth, deep voice of Jewels from somewhere behind them. She was leaning against her bike. <br><br>"Are you questioning my judgement?" Deacon growled. That wasn't a good idea.<br><br>"No, not at all." Julie gave Brook another long, appraising look over. "I suppose you wouldn't be taking her if she wasn't..."<br><br>"That's right. Now, get ready. We're leaving in five." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 14:24:46</strong>
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				"Look dangerous?"<br><br>Just how exactly did you do <em>that</em>? She'd never needed to look dangerous even once in her life!<br><br>She became even more flustered when opened the car trunk and dumped a bunch of weapons into her hands. She protested (silently) and tried to communicate with Deacon with her eyes, but he wasn't having any of it. When she gaped at him, he just shut the trunk and gave her a look. "Just point and shoot if it gets hairy."<br><br>"But..." <em>But what if I shoot somebody I'm not supposed to?!</em> And that wasn't the worst of it; what if she made a complete fool of herself and shot somebody on <em>their</em> side? She'd never been in a real gunfight before, of course, but she imagined that it wouldn't be neat and easy to divide up the 'teams'; if movies were a pale comparison to the real thing, a real gunfight meant that you wouldn't be able to tell who was enemy and who wasn't, let alone shoot with any kind of certainty that you were hitting somebody that you were supposed to.<br><br>Brook was so nervous, she couldn't even dredge up a defense for herself when Julie (or was it Jewel? Or both?) looked down at her consideringly. All she could do was flush angrily and look away, and she just managed to keep one of the handguns from dropping as she slung the SMG over her shoulder and tucked the other into the back of her shorts. Fumbling the second handgun, Brook kept her eyes to the ground, pretending to check the ammo and the slide action so she didn't have to say or do anything.<br><br>Sure, she had reason to think she was useless (all her life, people had thought she was just another pretty, spoiled rich girl), but... <em>buttercup?</em><br><br>Five minutes seemed to take forever. Once in the car, Brook looked over at Deacon nervously, this time some of her panic apparent. "How am I supposed to know who I'm shooting at? I don't know anybody in the Young Bloods except you, and what if I kill someone important from the other side?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 06:24:52</strong>
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				It didn't take long for the nerves to kick in once it was just the two of them. They were driving in a large convoy, the cars along the center flanked by the Dead Crows roaring beasts of motorcycles. <br><br>"It should be pretty simple. If they're shooting at you, shoot right back. Friendly fire happens, but I doubt you'll need to worry about that. If they're facing away from you, and shooting away from you, they're friendly." He looked over at her, smiled, resting his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. "Relax, Brooke. You'll be fine. <em>If</em> it comes to it, which I highly doubt it will, stick to my side, and shoot with me."<br><br>Leaning across the gear box, he pressed his lips quickly to her own, giving her a searing kiss to quite her up. "I promise, it'll be fine. Now just relax, we'll be there in ten minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 09:55:47</strong>
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				She swallowed nervously and sank backwards into the bucket seat, trying not to fidget or think about how she was on the brink of death by agreeing to come along with Deacon. When he reached over and touched her thigh, she almost jumped; but when he squeezed, she relaxed a little bit, nodding at his words and trying to avoid thinking about all the different ways she could screw this up.<br><br>Some of it was her own optimism; but the rest of her doubts and worries, Deacon drove away with a hot kiss, making part of her belly warm and melt. The only outward reaction she showed was a gentle quiver underneath him, and a dark flush that tinted her cheeks pink.<br><br>"Okay. I'll try to relax," she murmured.<br><br>As promised, they were 'there' in ten minutes, there being a street that led to the center of Skull territory. Brook blanked her face and stared purposefully out the windshield, her eyes flickering back and forth when she caught movement in or on the buildings.<br><br>"Did you make an appointment? It looks like there were watchdogs to keep an eye out for you," Brook murmured softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 19:53:10</strong>
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				"Yorick was the first to call for a meeting. We agreed to it after short deliberation. They'd have had outposts all across the city, right up to where Cartel territory meets Blood territory," Deacon explained as his car, the lead, rolled to a stop. "Alright, let's go."<br><br>In total, there were five of them; Himself, Brooke, Dixon, Julie, and Johnny. They were gathered in front of Deacon's car, waiting for their escort to arrive. The alley was rather typical, despite there being very little trash, and no gang signs scrawled on the brick walls. <br><br>One of the plain metal doors swung open in front of them, and a tall, rather lanky man stepped out, wearing a smart business suit and, of all things, a bowler hat. "You'll be comming with me. All of you," the man stated, an unmistakably Brooklyn accent colouring his words. <br><br>Deacon simply nodded, the man turning on his heels and whisking away down the alley. A short distance away, it split in to a large courtyard of tall, square, gray buildings, the dirt of the city not stretching beyond the alleyways. In the center was a large, white stoned building, with gothic architecture incredibly out of place in the uniform, government build buildings of this part of the city. A single walkway cut through a dense garden, leading to a set of heavy oak doors. It was a stark contrast to the Youngbloods night club. <br><br>"Wait here, please," the man from Brooklyn said once they had entered the main foyer, exiting through another set of double doors on the far wall, leaving them to their own devices for the time being. <br><br>"He's gloating," Julie said crassly, taking a seat on one of the large, plush cushions. <br><br>"Yes, he is. What would you expect from Yorick?" Deacon replied, opting to remain on his feet.<br><br>"I guess it'd be too much to ask him to just see us and screw the pleasentries. I mean, he's as likely to turn on us as soon as this little crisis is over," Dixon reasoned.<br><br>"And we aren't? The Youngbloods would gain a lot of territory if we stabbed Yorick in the back." Deacon returned, leaning against the west wall.<br><br>"What about you? Are you alright?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 06:20:48</strong>
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				Brooke threw on her blank, cool-eyed mask as they entered the deepest part of Cartel territory, doing her best to look the part of an unfazed, experienced gangster. It was hard not to look up at the buildings in awe; when she'd thought of gangsters, she'd always thought of them as bald, clean-shaven roughs in wifebeaters, weather-roughened jeans, and a gun or two shoved into their waistband. But this - Deacon's suit from before, then the drastic change to now; the motorcycles and gruff camaraderie of the Dead Crows; and especially this almost regal-looking building, gothic and white and surrounded by gardens and a plethora of gray buildings that made it look even more impressive than it already was - well... it was never something she'd ever imagined, or could have imagined.<br><br>This world was so far beyond what she'd known, that Brooke didn't know <em>what</em> to think.<br><br>"I'm okay. Rude of them to make you wait, though, if he was the one who called for a meeting," she murmured. She stayed standing, as well; short and unimpressive though she was, Brooke wasn't sure she'd be able to get back to her feet if she sat down, her knees felt so watery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 13:58:14</strong>
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				"We're guests in his home, and he wants to make sure we understand that. He'll keep us waiting here for as long as he feels he needs to," Deacon explained to Brooke, who he moved to stand beside. "We could have met on neutral ground, but letting him invite us to his home is a sign he's willing to play some serious ball."<br><br>And just like that, the same bowler-hat gangster came back through the main double-doored entrance. "Yorick's ready, now."<br><br>Looking to Brooke, he let his hand sneak to hers, squeezing it, just for a moment, before he let go, moving up to stand beside Dixon. "Ready, old timer?"<br><br>"Are you, pidgeon?" Dixon smirked, looking at the younger, red-haired man through the corner of his eyes.<br><br>As they made there way in through the double doors, they found themselves surrounded by light pouring in from the huge windows lining the back and side walls, with a dark, amber coloured dining table stretching the immense length of the room. Seats were set out only on one end of the table, and as Deacon's crew took their places (Deacon on the right hand side of Yorick's chair, Dixon on the left, their respective members each following suit), a small door set in between two windows on the eastern wall swung open on well-greased hinges, and Yorick came through, impecably dressed, down to the carefully placed cufflinks, two tiny skulls with a Y engraved on their forheads. <br><br>Taking his seat wordlessly, and without ceremony, he looked first to Deacon, then to Dixon, then to the rest seated at that horribly long table. <br><br>There's no guards for him. He must feel incredibly secure, Deacon thought to himself. <br><br>"What are we going to do about the Cartel, Mr. Greenspring?" he asked, his voice all gravely, like a 30's jazz singer. <br><br>"Pressure them. As it stands, the gangs have gotten comfortable. No cops, and very few internal problems. We need to change that," Deacon answered, his dazzling green eyes boring holes in to Yorick. <br><br>"Between the two of us we've got a good third of the KCPD in our pockets. If we can get some of our men to jump in to Cartel territory and cause some chaos, the cops will have to answer. When they do, we end them. <br><br>"We push our men in the police to move against the Cartel, and we add the full strength of the men in blue to our ranks." Deacon was smiling. This was where he exceeded.<br><br>"And, in the midst of their war against the police, we stage an insurection. There's always new gangs wanting to take a piece of the pie, I say we let them. You funnel them some cash from your holding's company in Bonapart, and I'll make sure they're well armed."<br><br>"Now, hold on, kid." It was Dixon, speaking. "We do that, the Cartel'll know it's us who's funding these little rebels."<br><br>"Doesn't matter. They'll still have to deal with them, the cops, and us, when we decide to go on the offensive and push back."<br><br>Yorick was silent, then, for a long while. He was a businessman at heart, and he wouldn't jump in right away. <br><br>"It has merit," he said at length. "It's risky, including the KCPD, but it's payoff would be huge. I think we can do it.<br><br>"I want insurance, though. We so much as think you're preparing to take us out during this little operation, and the deal is off."<br><br>Deacon smiled. "You can guarantee it's the same on my end." <br><br>"Good. It's settled. We'll meet again in two weeks time, this time, at your club, the Sultan, or whatever," he looked at the group. "I hear it's quite the party."<br><br>And then, without any ceremony again, he rose from his seat, and left the room the same way he entered, leaving them there, alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 14:19:39</strong>
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				Brook tried not to look too awestruck as she walked into the meeting room, the last one following the line of Deacon's crew. The room itself was like something out of city hall, especially the rooms where the bigwigs met - long table, though this one wasn't surrounded by chairs, security cameras in the corners of the room, and a nice, throne-like chair opposite of the line where Deacon and the rest took their seats.<br><br>She recognized the table, actually - it used to belong to former Senator Kingston, whom she had visited once as a child, when her father had had a dinner party or some such meeting with him. They'd eaten dinner at this table, or at its twin, she was sure of it...<br><br>When Yorick walked into the room, all of them sat straighter, more alert, except for Deacon. Brook couldn't help but stare - he looked nothing like what she had imagined in her head.<br><br>The rest of the conversation, she couldn't follow very well, but it was clear enough - Deacon had a plan, a good one, and Yorick was willing to go for it, provided that they weren't going to backstab each other. It was risky, but the payoff was worth it.<br><br>Once Yorick walked out of the room, Brooke felt everyone in the room relax visible. There was still quite a bit of tension that was palpable, but now that the enemy-dog-leader had left, it was easier for most of them to be on wary guard, rather than hair-trigger cautious.<br><br>Brook wasn't even sure if she had caught all the double-meanings and double-dealings during that short, terse conversation, but she waited until all of them filed back out of the room, out of the building, and she was reseated in the seat of his car before turning to him and asking her questions.<br><br>"I caught some of that, but I think I need you to explain what's going to happen from here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:15:39</strong>
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				"I don't understand it, Vicky. What's going on with her? What the fuck happened?" Deacon cursed, sitting in a deep sofa-chair, wearing nothign but a pair of jean shorts, his scarred and tattooed torso inexorably drawing Vicky's gaze. <br><br>On her part, Vicky managed to make a pair of sweat jeans and tank top look like the skimpiest lingerie, the pants hanging low on her swelled hips and her prodigious chest stretching out the tank-top's bunny print in comical ways. She sat on a coach stretching the length of one wall opposite him, her eyes lazily rolling over Deacon. <br><br>"She's freaked out, Deacon. She's never reacted so intensely to anyone before. It's a damn sensory overload," the blonde bombshell said frankly. "I don't blame her, you are an intense guy."<br><br>"But it was going so well! Then when we got back from Yorick's meeting she changed. She skittered away when we were in a group, and she'd give me these ugly signals when we were alone," he bemoaned, putting his head in his hands. "Then, she comes in to my room and collapses in to my arms! It's like she can't make up her mind."<br><br>Vicky laughed, then. "Deacon, honey, she <em>can't</em> make up her mind. One minute she's going out of her way to put some serious distance between you two, the next she's burning like crazy for you. That can do horrible things for a woman."<br><br>"Damnit, then what can I do? I don't want her to drift away, Vicky. You know how strongly I feel for her. What do I do..." <br><br>Vicky bit her lip. "Give her time, Deacon, and she'll come around. She's confused. This life is still so new to her, and she's having a hard time adjusting. You've been her emotional buoy for the last two weeks, but even you are so new and completely out of this world for her. She hasn't met someone like you before, and the fact she's falling so hard for you is freaking her out. You're the epitome of the badboy, Deacon, and she's never been one do go for the badboys."<br><br>Sighing in resignation, Deacon nodded. "Fine, fine. I'll give her time. I just hope she comes around sooner than later."<br><br>And, as if on que, the door opened, and out from the hallway came in Brooke, looking demure and sexy all at once. <br><br>Deacon straightened in his chair, his muscles tightening instinctually, causing his pectorals and abs to ripple, much to Vicky's ammusment.<br><br>"Hi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:49:22</strong>
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				Brook stood in the doorway, frozen, unable to even so much as respond to Deacon's greeting. She was having a hard time deciding whether she should turn around and run back out through the door, or continuing forward as if she was completely fine. Her muscles twitched, quivering, wanting to flee from him as fast as possible - he made her heart skip in ways that was completely new and unknown, and the effect he had on the butterflies in her belly was significantly worse. She had worn a cute outfit today - a corset (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Fredericks_Menswear_Corset.jpg) very reminiscent of a flashy men's vest, and a relatively conservative pair of denim shorts that were just long enough to cover every inch of her backside and frontside - but from the way Deacon was looking at her, she might as well have been naked.<br><br>That was it. She really couldn't stand here any longer, or she would explode from... something. Brook was just about to disappear back into the hallway when one arm slung itself around her shoulders, and another sidled around her waist to bring her up against a lean, well-toned body.<br><br>"Hey there, sugar! Did you have fun today?"<br><br>Turning to the sometimes-pole dancer, sometimes-stripper, Brook flashed Nita a warm smile, grateful to have an excuse not to have to say anything to Deacon. She could feel his hot, intense stare - and to her chagrin, she could feel her entire body warm and flush in response, desire and apprehension leaving her temporarily paralyzed before she forced herself to greet the two new arrivals.<br><br>"Yes. Thanks for teaching me how to work in the split, I was having a lot of trouble with my balance before that," Brook said softly. Nita's smile widened when she saw Deacon out of the corner of her eye, as well as Vicky; suddenly, it was all too obvious why Brook had been frozen in the doorway, especially with the way that his muscles were rippling and bunching so deliciously in the heat.<br><br>Or perhaps that was due more to the girl wedged between her and her twin brother, Neil, than it was to the heat.<br><br>Grinning rather wickedly, Nita slid her arms from Brook's shoulders and gave her firm bottom a hard spank through her jean shorts, eliciting a loud squeal of protest before she slid her arm back around the girl's shoulders. She was a sweet thing, Brook was; it wasn't hard to see why everyone in the club had taken a shine to the shy little thing. Hot as she was, it was also not a surprise to see Deacon acting the way he was, as much as he tried to hide it.<br><br>"I'm sure you would have gotten it in no time," Nita proclaimed. "Vicky, can you believe this little darling made her first full split mid-routine today? I was very impressed, I'd never have known that she'd never made one before from how smoothly she put it into the routine."<br><br>"Very sexy," Neil said with a grin, his smile widening when he saw Brook blush hotly from the compliment. "And to Britney Spears, too. You can tell there's a hot minx of a dancer hidden inside Brook." He considered Deacon from where he was standing, wondering whether it was safe for him to stay wedged next to (what everyone considered, anyway) Deacon's latest interest. He would never consider going after Brook - especially not after Deacon had all but staked his territory - but it was well known that their esteemed leader had a hot head sometimes. But Brook <em>was</em> a lovely girl to talk to, AND she had a wicked eye for shooting. They'd made it a habit to duel each other with pistols at the shooting range, after her shoulder had healed up.<br><br>Nita dragged both her twin and Brook to a couch set right across from Deacon and Vicky. "Are you two having a drink here, or waiting for someone?" She and Neil sat Brook on the couch between the two of them, then settled in on both sides of her, looking extremely pleased with themselves. What with Brook trying to absent herself from Deacon's presence lately, it had been easy to monopolize the girl's time, chatting and introducing her to people at Solomon's. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 03:51:40</strong>
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				Nita. She was a hellfire kind of girl, from what Deacon had heard from Vicky, his eyes and ears in the club. She had been around for a while now, although he really didn’t know how long. Dancers came and went from Solomon’s like the weather. Aside from passing in the halls, he didn’t think they had actually ever talked.<br><br>Neil was another story, though. Deacon knew Neil, and counted him among his friends at Solomon’s. He fluctuated between a made-member of the gang and an associate, without ever really being labelled either. He was just always there. It was because of Neil his sister joined the club.<br><br>Deacon idly watched Nita and Neil put some ‘pressure’ on Brooke, and couldn’t help but smile in amusement as Nita pulled a very Vicky move by slapping Brooke’s tight ass. His eyes sharing a silent joke with Vicky, who smiled back at him. <br><br>“Oh, I have no doubt she’s a natural,” Vicky said, smirking at Brooke, sandwiched between the twins. “You should see her when she really shows off, it’s absolutely scintillating.” Giving Brooke a silly grin, Vicky sighed, looking back to Deacon.<br><br>“Are you going to let them in, or are you going to make them stand there, crammed up against each other like a sandwich?” <br><br>Deacon raised an eyebrow, before silently waving them in, ignoring Neil’s comments about Brooke. Fuck, they were true enough, Deacon knew, and if Neil <em>did</em> make a move against Neil, he’d make sure to lock that train of thought away.<br><br>“We were just talking,” Deacon stated from his chair, directing his gaze to Nita and her Marilyn Monroe cocktail dress. <br><br>“Yes, but to be honest Deacon can’t hold a conversation for shit,” Vicky teased, bubbly as always. “What have you three been up to? It’s a little early to be starting up dance routines, isn’t it? God knows I never started before 1.”<br><br>Deacon snorted. “That’s because you had to sleep off the hangover from the night before. Everyone knows you can’t keep your job separated from your fun.”<br><br>“Darling, that’s because my job <em>is</em> the fun,” Vicky replied, not missing a beat. In these verbal repartees, she always came out on top. Much like in life, she was always on top. <br><br>“Quite,” was Deacon’s reply, standing up to move to the bar, gathering five glasses for them all. <br><br>“What’s your poison this morning?” he asked the group, opting for a glass of orange juice himself and for Brooke. They had business to attend to in a bit. She may have been trying to avoid him, but she was still his charge, and he was her teacher.<br><br>“Hmm, a gingerale for me, darling,” Vicky called out, delighting in his chiselled back clench and stretch as he reached for the glasses on the top shelf, his shorts tightening around his equally chiselled behind. <br><br>Nodding, Deacon got the gingerale and the orange juices out and poured, before looking to the twins, waiting for their decision. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's fun being on top... (Marlow and Caeli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 14:57:16</strong>
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				Nita smiled as she leaned back in the seat and crossed her legs lazily. The action had her leg crossing slightly over Brook's thigh, close to her knee; if she noticed or cared, she didn't react. For how ill at ease Brook had been only a week ago with Solomon's and her new life, the reactions she had to the amount of touching that Nita and Neil subjected her to was somewhat surprising. It was only Nita who had her arm resting on the couch behind Brook, her fingers dangling down to brush and tickle at the girl's bared skin. Neil was seated in the corner of the couch, one long leg sprawled in Brook's direction, the other hiked up so that his boot was hooked onto the part of the couch underneath the cushion.<br><br>"When she <em>really</em> shows off?" Neil sounded interested; Brook flushed and elbowed him hard enough to make him cough. When she had relaxed, he couldn't resist another teasing remark. "You want to be scintillating for me sometime tonight, babe?"<br><br>This time, it was Nita that shushed her brother, choking back some laughter as Brook reddened and studiously ignored them both. And then they all had something else to think about, when Deacon got up to go to the bar.<br><br>Vicky wasn't alone in admiring Deacon's backside as he reached for glasses and drinks; Nita almost cat-called, and when she nudged Brook to look, the shyer woman blushed faintly before glancing vaguely in the opposite direction.<br><br>"Doing anything today, Nita? - A couple of beers for us, Kilgore, thanks - and we were up early because this one wanted to go shooting downstairs in the range," Neil said, indicating Brook. "We've been doing it most days, but she said she had something to do at our usual time, so I offered to skip the party last night so I wouldn't have a massive hangover to deal with while I tried to outshoot Brook."<br><br>"She's got a real eye for the target, too," Nita piped up, shaking her head. Being Neil's twin meant she had a certain respect for good marksmen, but she didn't indulge in the hobby herself. "Even when her shoulder was injured earlier in the week, she outshot Neil two out of three times, and Neil's got wicked control."<br><br>"Don't listen to them, Vicky. I went wide almost every shot this week - and I'm not half as hot as you when I'm on the pole," she said wistfully.<br><br>Nita snorted. "You can't compare hotness between two different people, sweets. Vicky is... in your face drop-dead sexy, in a way that makes you want to reach into your pants and squirm. You... I really can't put a finger on you, but you're hardly <em>boring</em>. I can attest to it, and I'm sure Neil would, too, if you'd stop blushing long enough to ask for his opinion." Nita's grin widened when Brook's blush only deepened.<br><br>"Have you seen her practice, Kilgore? Brook's hardly some convent-raised nun when she's pole-dancing!"
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