Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)
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				Title: <strong>Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 18:55:59</strong>
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				Lorraine sat at the table with her friends from work at the local bar in the city. It was her friend's bachelorette party and they'd made a vow to make it a damn good one. However, the night hadn't gone exactly as they'd anticipated. First, they had hit a strip club, but the guys on stage had not been impressive in the least.<br><br>"At least I have something to look forward to on my honeymoon," Lorraine's friend, Stacy, said, looking glumly at the male dancers. The guys' packages were nothing for the men to be especially proud of.<br><br>Several of their friends collapsed into giggles at Stacy's words but they patted her back, apologizing for the lack of good entertainment.<br><br>After that, they went to get something to eat and then they ended up at the bar, where they were currently. Lorraine was happy for Stacy, she really was, but it almost made her depressed, reminding her of her own non-existant love life.<br><br>"I'm going to the bar to get another martini," Lorraine told her friends before she got up. Her long dark hair was wavy and cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. She wore a short, low cut, red dress that fit her just right. She also had on a pair of three inch red fuck-me-pumps, her favorite shoes.<br><br>She walked over to the bar and leaned against it, careful not to lean too far so her ass wouldn't show. "Another gin martini with an olive, please."<br><br>"Right away," the man behind the counter said and started making her drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 17:30:26</strong>
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				Patrick sat alone at a small table near the piano bar, and ran a hand through his brick-red hair.&nbsp; His emerald green eyes had been scanning the joint, but the best conversation he had found was with the piano player.&nbsp; <br><br>He had been there for a while, shooing away a few girls hitting on him, but they were too young, and traveling in small packs, like hungry she-wolves.&nbsp; Not at all what he had hoped for.<br><br>He chatted with the piano player, who obliged him in playing music they both liked.&nbsp; He was in the air force, and only here for a few more days before he had to leave on a mission, and he had hoped to find some someone he could actually relate to.&nbsp; Someone to spend a little time with.&nbsp; Someone who could listen, and also converse.&nbsp; <br><br>The teenage girls that giggled around him as a group were all cute, but he wasn't interested in underage kids for a number of reasons.<br><br>He smiled as the pianist swung into some soft tunes that actually had listenable lyrics.&nbsp; He turned and dropped a 10 dollar bill into the oversized wine glass on the piano.&nbsp; He liked good music, and was happy to pay for it.<br><br>He saw that the pianist was drinking a gin martini, and said "We must be the only two people at the bar who are drinking gin martinis with an olive.&nbsp; Vodka is the pop cocktail of choice now.&nbsp; I'll get us each a fresh one."&nbsp; He nodded to the pianoman, and turned to get refills at the bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 18:31:54</strong>
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				Lorraine sat up on the bar stool as she waited for the bartender to make her drink. She glanced to her left when she saw movement but then she looked back at where the bartender was working. She glanced inconspicuously out of the corner of her eye at the man who was approaching the bar. He was one gorgeous man with his red hair and those killer emerald eyes. She could see the color just from that one glance. <br><br>She unknowingly sat up a bit straighter, feeling all her senses tingle and heighen. She was a knock-out in her red dress. The bartender set her drink up on the bar in front of her and she slipped the money over to him. But she didn't move from the bar. She just sat there on her stool, drinking her martini.<br><br>The bartender looked over at the man with the red hair. "What can I get for ya?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:15:35</strong>
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				As he moved to the bar, Patrick's eyes took in the short, low cut red dress, the red shoes, and the backs of her legs and thighs, where she leaned to the bar just enough to show off slim legs and thighs that reached nearly to her ass, which he was certain would be exquisite!&nbsp; Then as he reached the bar and their face met, he saw the dark wavy hair, cascading down her back, and he knew that he had to meet her.<br><br>He sat on the stool next to her, and looking at her, rather than the bartender, he said "Two gin martini's with an olive, one's for the piano player."&nbsp; He slid a bill, still without looking, to the bartender, and said to the vision before him, "Hello, I'm Patrick.&nbsp; This can't be a coincidence, this has to be karma.&nbsp; Nobody drinks gin martini's anymore.&nbsp; Please don't tell me you're with someone," he said with a gentle smile as he took in the whole package of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:22:52</strong>
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				Lorraine had to smile at how forward this man was. She liked it. "Gin martinis is my favorite drink," she told him. "And 'with' as in romantically or just here with people? I'm not romantically involved currently, I'm afraid. And I'm here with my friends for a bachelorette party," she said, gesturing over to her group of friends at their table. "I could ask the same thing of you of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 19:36:35</strong>
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				When she smiled, he though it could work out!&nbsp; He said "Please don't tell me you're here romantically with someone," then grinning he ran a hand across his brow and said "well, that's one step taken care of.&nbsp; I'm here alone, but I don't want to be.&nbsp; How long do you have to stay?" he asked, "I've been waiting for you anyway, I just didn't know it was you until now."&nbsp; He said "That was stupid, but I meant it.&nbsp; Not as a line, but how I felt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:47:51</strong>
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				Lorraine smiled at him, taking a sip of her martini as she looked at him over the rim of the glass. "That's sweet. I can get away from them at any time. All I have to do is tell them that I have a headache...I rented a hotel since we're all here from out of town. They all have seperate rooms...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 14:52:24</strong>
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				Patrick couldn't believe what was happening.&nbsp; He had never been a believer in love at first sight, but that was exactly what he felt upon meeting Lorraine.&nbsp; Even more amazingly, she apparently had similar feelings.<br><br>He said, "You have a room?&nbsp; Let's finish our drinks and go up.&nbsp; I'll wait for you by the elevator while you tell your friends about your headache."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 19:28:35</strong>
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				A bright, beautiful smile graced Lorraine's lips and she swallowed the rest of her martini in one gulp. "I'll go do that," she said with a wink and walked off, hips swaying under her dangerously short dress. She walked over to her friends. "Stacy, I'm really sorry but I have a horrible headache."<br><br>Stacy frowned, "Oh, don't go!"<br><br>"Sorry hun, but I need to go lay down." Lorraine hugged her friend and told the other girls goodnight before she walked out of the bar and to the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 21:08:23</strong>
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				He witnessed the exchange from a distance, and waited by the elevator, not missing a beat as she walked toward him.&nbsp; She looked wonderful both coming and going, and again he couldn't believe his luck.<br><br>He opened the door, and they entered the empty elevator.&nbsp; "What floor, Miss?" he asked as he put a hand on her ass and pulled her against him.&nbsp; He smiled and said, "Is this as fast as this thing can go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:31:18</strong>
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				A carefree laugh escaped Lorraine's lips. "Floor seven. And yes, apparently so," she said, her body pressed right up to his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 15:47:37</strong>
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				Patrick laughed and said, "I think time has stopped for us.&nbsp; The elevator seems like it's hardly moving!"<br><br>Then he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Well, at least we have progress," as he took her hand in his and walked to her room.&nbsp; He said "I'll get the door for you if you hand me the key?"<br><br>Still amazed at their double dose of love... or lust, at first sight, he was anxious to share a first kiss, and much more, with Lorraine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:56:40</strong>
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				Lorraine smiled and reached into her little black clutch purse and produced the key to the room, handing it to him. She hoped he wouldn't prolong it anymore than he had to - she wanted to kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him some more until they were too tired to continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:07:22</strong>
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				He only fumbled the key slightly in his hurry to get inside and get his hands on Lorraine.&nbsp; He quickly turned the key, opened the door and had it closed and locked behind them in a heartbeat.&nbsp; He tossed her clutch along with the key onto the table at the door.<br><br>First, he kissed her, because if they had waited another second for that first kiss he would have screamed.&nbsp; He clutched her, pulling her close and kissing her, hard, one hand around her waist and the other on her butt, pulling her close enough that she could feel that he was already tenting his trousers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 06:09:38</strong>
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				Lorraine gasped softly against his lips, and when he pulled her to him in such a rushed manner, her leg had slipped between his and she could already feel the bulge in his pants. She moaned softly against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest and shoulders to the back of his head, her fingers curling in his red hair. <br><br>Her mouth moved over his in almost a feverent manner, able to feel her panties dampen slightly under her red dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 15:02:47</strong>
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				Feeling her return the kiss, his tongue sought hers as they entwined each with the other's.&nbsp; Her soft moan only served to inflame his passion, as did her hands on his chest and onto his head as her fingers ran through his hair.<br><br>He began tugging at his clothing with one hand, while sliding his other hand under her red dress and up her slim leg.&nbsp; He wanted to get closer to her, and the fabric separating them was a nuisance!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 18:47:06</strong>
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				Lorraine shivered as she felt his hand on her leg, starting to slip under the fabric of her clingy red dress. When she noticed he was tugging at his own clothing. She slipped her hands down from his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 19:01:08</strong>
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				As she worked on the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.&nbsp; Meanwhile he was tugging at the zipper of her dress, pulling it open and glimpsing the lingerie she was wearing.&nbsp; Seeing the fragile underthings brought even more need into his movements, but his first goal was to get rid of all clothing as quickly as possible.&nbsp; He moaned with his efforts to accomplish that mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Tell Me What To Do (Fallen Angel and FatallyYoursAlways)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FatallyYoursAlways</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 23:06:26</strong>
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				Lorraine felt her dress slide down her slender yet curvy form and she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side as she stepped out of her black heels, making her four inches shorter. Her fingers tugged at his pants.
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