Bound By Silk (Keith & PreciousPetra)
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				Title: <strong>Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 14:44:40</strong>
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				Mr. McGrath, as he was usually referred too, was looking quite out of place as he stepped into the unassuming building. Nearing his fifties he looked like he would be more comfortable in an office space, but he carried himself with an undeniable sense of dignity even as he heard the stereotypical music playing just beyond the last door to be opened for him. His bottom lip twitched over a clean shaven saw, his irritation with the situation nearly matched by his stubbornness to come himself, instead of sending back one of his employees.<br><br>There was several reasons why the old businessman stepped into the high end strip club, a building that was well hidden from the media, with a staff that did not record the dancers or their clientele. He knew this because he had ordered one of his most trusted private 'intelligence' personnel to find just such a place. The other half of the criteria was that the personnel had to bring back photographs of the women, along medical records of each of the employees. He didn't need to watch the shows to know which woman he would be approaching, the one who he had picked out was already clear in his mind.<br><br>When his presence was noticed the owner sent a scantily clad waitress to him, who ushered him politely through the back, into the dressing rooms. He was lead directly to the woman he had specified, his briefcase resting in his tight grip while he eyed the woman. Unlike most men he viewed such women with contempt, and couldn't care less what they looked like or their state of dress if every man with a hundred dollar bill or two could see the same thing. But that didn't mean he wasn't beyond knowing when one could be useful. <br><br>Clearing his throat he lifted up the case and opened it, turned it around so the bottom of the case rested on his palm, showing the stacks of ten dollar bills in such a way that the one hundred thousand dollars would be all the more tempting.<br><br>With a gruff and traveled voice, partially natural and part from his high risk of trachea cancer thanks to years of smoking, he laid out his offer bluntly. "I intend to hire you for a private session this weekend." The old McGrath man had a square jaw that looked tense, dark brown eyes judging her harshly as he stared her down from his height of six feet. Even his broad shoulders looked tense and his back ramrod straight, he intended to come off as a businessman who needed this for a client, refusing to let these harlots think he was there for them personally.<br><br>The gruff and tense man pulled one stack out of the case and dropped it at her feet. "One thousand, the other ninety nine will be payed after services rendered. Clear your schedule. The appointment time and address is with the money. Dress appropriately, bring additional..." With the same look of contempt in his eyes he glanced her current state of attire over. "Attire with you." Without another utterance he snapped the briefcase shut, turned, and walked away. The thought of her refusing never once entered his mind, not with the amount he offered.<br><br>Not needing be to led anywhere twice he shook off the arm of the attendee that attempted to hook her arm through his, and strode confidently out of the building, knuckles white on the handle to his leather briefcase and his jaw tense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 15:22:24</strong>
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				There were many reasons why Miranda had ended up working there though she never shared those reasons with anyone she worked there with. That included her boss, the guy who owned the exclusive and expensive strip club. Despite what some people might have believed some of the girls had morals and some of them like her had much higher ones than others in the business. A business which she had been in since the age of eighteen and whom now aged twenty three was more clued up than many a decade older than her were. Some of the girls went further than just dancing and taking their clothes off for the clients, however she was not one of them. If any man or women for that matter asked her for a private session she always made it perfectly clear there would be no extras just because they were behind closed doors. She would then in a polite manner direct them to one of the girls who willingly provoided such extras...for the right amount of cash of course.<br><br>When her boss had called her into his office and explained that someone had been inquiring about her for a private function she had been surprised but rather pleased. However when the fee was mentioned she had stepped back and reminded him that she was no prostitute, after all what else would the guy paying be expecting if it wasn't exclusive sex for that sort of money? Her boss assured her he was pretty sure that wasn't the case and to at least just hear the guy out as he was due to arrive within a half an hour.<br><br>Miranda wasn't shocked to see what the man looked like when he finally entered the office though she did think it really strange how business like he was behaving. Granted it was a business transaction, but it appeared as if he didn't really want to be there at all which was amusing as he was the one who wanted to hire her in the first place.<br><br>His whole manner made her feel angry and she would have snapped the case shut and pushed it back towards him had she not felt her boss put his hand on her arm. He knew her well enough to know she was ready to tell the businessman with the iron pole up his arse where to stick his money and to find another girl instead. Once he had gone she almost growled as she pushed her chair back and stood up. "What the hell does this guy want me for anyway? He looked at me as if I had just crawled out from under a stone! Where does he get off thinking he is so much better than me just because he can throw that sort of money about on a whim?"<br><br>However at the given time and place written on the expensive paper included with the down payment Miranda found herself. Large iron gates swung open to permit her car which she then drove up the long winding driveway. Once she had climbed out she took her small weekend case out of the boot and walked up to the front door of the imposing mansion, her high heels clicking as she walked. Dressed in a deep blue skirt suit she would not have been out of place in a office. <br><br>She then rang the doorbell and waited...and not ashamed to admit to herself worried about what the snotty older man wanted her for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 17:16:49</strong>
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				The woman was arriving on Friday afternoon at five, Mr. McGrath had made sure that he let more than enough bait for the stripper to be interested. There was one thing that never seemed to change, and that was people always wanted a quick score. Of course he wouldn't be arrogant about his ability, he knew that you using a single vice usually only lasted as long as the persons will to suffer being manipulated for it. He had more then money binding the stripper, she just didn't know it yet. <br>It didn't matter if it was money, drugs, prestige, pleasure, there was always something he could find to twist the people around him into the paths he needed them to follow. <br><br>Everyone but Stephen McGrath, his son. who was constantly spinning out of control. The latest scandal that he had to shove under the rug involved a court case. Officially Stephen was assaulted in a bar with a knife, his left eye was damaged so severely it was removed to negate the danger of the dead tissue. He had thought it would slow the anger and outbursts, give him a jolt in the right direction, but after two days Stephen had thrown his vicodin into oncoming traffic and trashed half of his wing of the house. That was a week ago, and things had gotten worse when his son got quieter.<br><br>At the front door the woman would be greeted by empty air as the door swung open, revealing the inside of the house. The lightning was dimmed somewhat, giving the place deeper shadows then one would expect, which hid some of the richness and insted accentuated the size of the home.<br><br>The building was wider then it was deep. There was a main entrance with a staircase toward the back wall, curved toward either side of the mansion, as well as two open doorways bellow the staircases to either side. The right wing of the house was Mr. Mcgrath's, the left was Stephen's. But this wouldn't be readily apparent until the woman stepped inside of the mansion to be greeted by the maid, wearing a more conservative outfit than what one would traditionally expect from a maid's uniform, standing in front of a small table inside of the entryway where a prescription bottle of vicodin was sitting.<br><br>Looking downright apathetic, clearly she wasn't surprised by the woman. Although it didn't show the maid was somewhat surprised that she hadn't come in something inappropriately revealing. It wouldn't have been an issue, they were far removed from the road, but the more conservative looking attire was a point of minor interest. The maid took a look over her a little more, reading the woman who had entered. Only a brief hint of distance showed in her eyes when she labled the woman. Someone that would do degrading things for money, although the maid realized some women would toss stones at her windows as well if she tossed around statements like that openly.<br><br>"Mr. McGrath told me to expect you. Please change into what you find is most appropriate to greet Mr. McGrath's interests in the room through the left door, your client will be inside second door on the left. You may change in the hall, there is only myself and your client in the mansion." The maid neglected to mention well hidden security cameras and the security staff that had access to the feeds.<br><br>Before the paid woman could get too far the maid remembered something, turned to the table, and picked up the bottle and held it out on her palm for the other woman to take. "I suggest you give this to the man you be entertaining. I've been instructed to tell you that payment will not be awarded if you cannot convince him to take two pills before you begin your... work. Also, do not neglect knock before you enter." She paused briefly and then, clearly thinking it wouldn't make any difference to a woman of such stature the maid clarified a point. "The prescription is legal." The maid would then turn and leave if nothing else was needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 17:51:31</strong>
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				While she stood at the door awaiting an answer she considered turning on her heels, throwing her case back in her car and driving off from where she came. There were two reasons why she didn't do just that. The first was of course was the money involved, after all few people who lived in the real world could afford to turn down $100.000 for a weekends work. The second was that she was very curious as to just what this McGrath actually expected or wanted for his money if it wasn't sex.<br><br>Miranda found herself greeted (if you could call it a greeting) by a very formal looking maid. Slowly she stepped through the entrance and into the hallway beyond, her eyes moved around the area to observe the different doors leading off of it. She had every intention of paying attention of where she went within the house just in case she needed to make a quick escape at anytime during her stay.<br><br>Even as her eyes wondered she listened to what the maid said to her and when she had finished she let her gaze return to her. Reaching out she slowly took the bottle from the other women and read what was written on the label. Obvious from it's name the contents was a pain killer and from what she had just been told was something her unknown client had not been taking. <br><br>"I see nothing wrong in the clothing I am currently wearing so thank you but I have no need to change at this time." She replied in a crisp tone as her fingers enclosed around the pill bottle and she slipped it into the pocket of her jacket. "I'll do my best to get him to take them but I'm not about to hold him down and force them down his throat. I'll leave my case here I'm sure you or someone else will take it up to my room for me while I meet my client. Second door on the left you say? Thank you."<br><br>And with that she briskly walked across the hall to the second door on the left, her hips swaying as she did so. She gave a sharp knock to the door before entering then closing it quietly but firmly behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 18:15:54</strong>
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				The maid looked back over her shoulder when he noted that the case was being left by the <em>entertainer</em>. Briefly she considered throwing the case out of the door for the woman's assumption that she was there to serve her. While if she was a normal guest that would be the case, she was an employee, which meant she was not a guest, and not to be treated like one. The woman would find that out later, were she to come back and find her case where she left it.<br><br>Stephen was currently in his living room, which his maid knew as she had brought him something to drink not an hour before the woman arrived. He was resting tensely on his large and comfortable couch, limbs stretched out, his eyes closed and tense even though the lights overhead were switched off.<br><br>Stepping in would be quite disorienting, as the lights were not technically off. there was a soft blue light that rolled across the room in ribbons, like the light was filtering through deep water to reach the carpeted floor, with the sound of waves rolling from one side to another, breaking on shore where the door had just closed. It a system he had installed some time again. It was something he did on occasion when he was depressed or trying to trance out of his body, although he had not turned on the light music to accompany it.<br><br>But whatever comfort he was getting from thinking and feeling nothing, making himself distant from everything but the hypnotic lights that barely illuminated anything and the sound of waves, accompanied by the faint salty taste of sea air, wasn't enough to keep the tension of pain from forming lines across his brow. Being six foot two, and roughly a hundred and eight pounds of athletic muscle he looked rather intimidating when he was in pain.<br><br>At the knock he had said nothing, maids always knocked just before they entered and generally paused long enough to be sure he was decent. But when there was no three count he became curious. Easily he shifted himself forward, a strong arm grasping the back of the couch so his head would slip up over the back of the couch. His single visible eye pierced her with a similar ocean blue as the light that rolled through the room, noting the woman that entered.<br><br>Short blond hair brushed along his brow, disheveled and a bit wild, strong stubbled jaw tense as he looked the woman over. Despite his rather harsh expression showed he wasn't angry yet, instead he was curious. He couldn't make heads nor tails of the woman's presence, and something about her appearance made her current attire seem out of place.<br><br>Stephen suddenly felt another surge of anger well up in his temples, along with the deep stabbing pain that came with a lost eye and several bruises that lingered along his ribs. His hands clenched into fists as he fought back against the pain, turning his half gaze away. He was handsome enough, his blond hair accentuating his strong features, his father's hard features, but with a less square jaw, a bit less sharp in the cheek bones.<br><br>With a grunt Stephen let tension ease out of his body and he fell back against the couch, the sound too soft to hear over the waves. He couldn't even bring himself to question her presence. Doctor, nurse, new maid, he had no idea. But he still disliked being seen with the black eyepatch that covered his left eye, and he doubted his bitter manner would matter to anyone his father would send. So he laid and waited to see what his father came up with this time around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 18:40:31</strong>
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				Though she had not known what to expect and so should have been prepared for anything she found the sight before her quite a surprise. For some reason she had been expecting her client to be the older man who came to see her at the club. Instead she was met with someone of a similar age to herself and she could have kicked herself for not paying more attention to the bottle she had been given. So keen was she to look at the name of the medication she hadn't even glanced at who they were made out for.<br><br>The young man didn't speak a word though he did grunt after the effort he had made to push himself up to look at her. He was clearly in a lot of pain which was only to be expected if he had been hurt or was ill in some way. Even more so if he wasn't taking the pain killers which had been given to him to ease that pain. <br><br>"My name is Miranda," she said breaking the silence between them. "You have an advantage over me now as I have no idea at all who you are." Slowly she closed some of the distance between them though she was careful not to get too close just yet. After all she had no idea just what was else was wrong with him. He was quite good looking, she would have said even handsome despite his moody appearance.<br><br>As she moved closer he would be able to see she was around five feet six inches in height with long brown hair which fell to just below her shoulders. Many had called her beautiful as her cheek bones were high and her skin was flawless, it was one reason she was able to be so precise and picky in her work. Other girls had to grab all they could while they could but this young women had no intention of being like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 19:27:21</strong>
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				Stephen noticed two small details when he looked at the woman. One was that he saw surprise, if somewhat subtle, when she saw him. Self-consciousness of his disfigurement he instantly took it as a judgement on his appearance, yet another reason he didn't feel like staring at the painfully attractive, if businesslike, woman. The second thing he took account of was that when she had introduced herself she had not put a title in front of her name, not Nurse or Doctor, just her name.<br><br>Uneasily he nudged his eyepatch upward, finding his new habit of shifting it when he was acutely aware of his disfigurement still couldn't be stamped out. It added to his overall discomfort, fed into his anger, and again he was reminded why he had holed himself up in his wing of the house. If she had seen his bedroom she would've been even more intimidated then he already assumed her to be as she politely tried to find where she stood in the situation. He thought he'd like to know that himself.<br><br>"I have no advantage of you, the one who didn't tell you who I am does." Stephen decided he wouldn't warn her that it likely wasn't the only advantage his father likely held. Sighing he dropped a hand over his brow, rubbing his temples as old spikes of pain wedged a little deeper in his skull. He had no idea what the old man was thinking. Not bothering to go through the effort, and the fresh spikes of pain, needed to sit up he just lifted his free hand and waved in a halfhearted invitation to come closer while he introduced himself.<br><br>"I am Stephen McGrath," He said with a flourish of his hand, mocking the importance of his last name. It was a dance he knew the steps of, she would proceed to reestablish her perceptions of him, adjust how she would act to achieve whatever goal was set to her, and whoever she was would become secondary. The expectation came with a long pause in his awareness, expecting to hear nothing or a very slight gasp as the understanding sounded.<br><br>If she were to come around the couch she would see him, and he her, but for the moment he was simply unwilling to make the effort. Were she to see the rest of them he didn't expect to hear much surprise, he was decent. Wearing a long sleeved white shirt that was a size or two larger then his broad shoulders, with beige slacks that seemed to have molded themselves to the tone of his lower body, displaying his athletic figure, with his bare feet propped up on a plush pillow at the far end.<br><br>He would make no aggressive movements or bold statements, he would almost seem willing to dismiss her presence entirely, and just sink into himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:03:43</strong>
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				The truth could not have been further from what he believed it to be for the last thing she of all people would judge a person on would be their appearance. Be it due to disfigurement or otherwise. However Miranda didn't know what he was thinking and so did nothing to ease his mind though she did note seemed uneasy around her. Then again she took that to be because he seemed to be right when he said it was someone else who had the advantage and it was over both of them it seemed.<br><br>When he attempted to sit up and waved his hand for her to come closer she took a deep breath and did so. Though once again she made sure she was not in grabbing distance of him when she walked around the sofa to stand in front of him. "Ah so I assume the other man I saw a few days ago is your father? And from your reaction you were not expecting me." Tilting her head she observed him as she pondered what she should tell him. Deciding the best approach would be an honest one where someone such as he was concerned she pulled out the bottle of pills and held them up in front of her. "I know as little as you do. I was handed these when I arrived and told to ensure you took two of them. The only other thing I was told was that I was expected here today at a certain time and that I am to remain for the weekend."<br><br>Opening the bottle she took two of the pills out, noting the glass with some of the contents still in it she picked it up and held both out to him. "I'm not a know it all or someone who thinks a man will obey my words just because I flash a thigh at him or smile in a seductive way. Or just because your hard nosed maid told me to.&nbsp; But I can see you are in a lot of pain and it would be pointless and childish to refuse them just because you want to save face or make a point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:56:31</strong>
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				It seemed his theatrics went ignored, he wondered if only he was amused by it. The staff sometimes looked horrified when they caught him doing such, not sure which master they were meant to placate to in such a situation. Either he had missed her reaction because he had laid down, or she simply hadn't noticed. He shrugged, it wasn't all that important to him, just a passing thought.<br><br>Whatever she had missed it seemed she hadn't missed his mood, not put off by the fact that she skirted around the are one would assume was his reach, which he knew because the coffee table was about as far as he could and she was just next to it. To her questions, both of which he thought were abundantly clear, he merely grunted an acknowledgement, not feeling like rattling around the spikes that bunched together in his skull.<br><br>Take two? He turned and glanced at the 'two' in question.<br><br>Stephen's left upper lip twitched as he stared at the pills, and then he looked up at the woman. Without comment he turned his head back to the couch, with her to his left he couldn't see her when he was laying with his whole body straight, as though he was dismissing her presence outright. There was a reason he hadn't taken the pills before. Even the woman admitted that she didn't think she could seduce him into taking the, and he made a mental note that she decided to say she couldn't seduce him into taking them.<br><br>Whatever indifference he showed was sharply erased at the tail end of her sentence, his gaze locking on her, looking like he was willing her to drop dead on the spot.<br><br>Faster then she likely expected, as it was likely obvious by the lines etched in his face that he was in pain, Stephen swung his feet around and stood. With his height and frame towering over her he glared down, his sea blue eye flashing dangerously as the blue light rolled over him. "I will not suffer the insults of a stranger in my own home, much less a second after you admit your own ignorance." All his masculine physical presence was joined with indignation, his presence bearing down on her harshly as he stood above her, unmoving once on his feet.<br><br>A few changes would be readily obvious. The lines of pain etched in his face deepened, his sudden movement had sent jolts of pain deeper into his awareness,&nbsp; and along with the deeper pain his breathing had increased from subtle and grow louder. For a long moment he just stayed as he was, the muscles in his shoulders and arm never tense as though he was about to strike out. Abruptly he turned raised a leg up onto the couch, and eased himself back down, hissing through his teeth as a small amount of the pain eased off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:30:13</strong>
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				Miranda wasn't at all impressed by any of his reactions and even though she had only been in the room a few minutes. Se had already grown irritated by his grunts which he seemed to favour more often than not over actually speaking. She had met a few similar during her five years at the club, people whom had accidents which had changed their lives. Some reacted like Stephen where as others decided they would grasp life and make the most of it despite the vast changes which they had gone through in their lives. Maybe part of this guys problem was his background, he had become spoilt by being handed everything he had wanted on a plate. Then when life had thrown something nasty at him like it often had the habit of doing, he couldn't deal with it and so reacted like he would have when he was a child and had not been able to get his own way. It was pretty clear nobody felt as sorry for him as he did for himself.<br><br>When he turned his back on her in an almost sulky fashion she had rolled her eyes. However she hadn't been expecting her last words to have the effect on him which they did. When he pushed himself swiftly off the sofa he towered over her in a way which she had to admit unnerved her slightly. The glare he gave her was nearly as bad as the drop dead look he had given her moments before. Deciding to stare him out she found his pain soon kicked in again though for a brief moment she believed he just might hit her. However the pain clearly won out when he lifted his leg and eased himself back down onto the sofa.<br><br>"Please yourself," she replied as she put the pills back into the bottle before putting it down on the coffee table. "It's no skin of my nose if you want to be a Marta and suffer pain when there is something to ease it. Just remember there are people in some parts of this world who don't even have basic health care. Those are the people I feel sorry for not some spoilt overgrown school boy who is full of self pity." With that she turned on her heels and headed for the door. "Tell your father I've better things to do with my time than pamper you. We could have had an enjoyable weekend if you had just tried to be civil to me.&nbsp; I'll return what he gave me via my boss, he will know where to find him. I'll not intrude on your self pity any longer."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:54:57</strong>
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				Stephen did not move from where he had laid down once he did, he covered his brow with his hand to shield out even the soft blue light, needing the darkness to ease off some of the pain. But whatever good it did was easily broken when his anger continued to make his head pound harder every few seconds. Why did he care what some stranger said? It was trivial, he wouldn't have cared two weeks prior, and now he was letting it hurt him in a very literal way.<br><br>"Of course my refusal of medication is an insult to those that can't afford it, and as I can afford it clearly I deserve the pain I receive for rejecting it." He spoke in a distant voice, having heard the argument several times over from less well off people, thinking that his actions somehow made him irrelevant or a heartless bastard. Stephen spoke mechanically, he didn't even care to discuss such an argument logically. "Keep your sympathy and your assumptions, I will not justify my actions to you."<br><br>With a sigh he reached to a pillow that rested on the arm rest and dropped it over his brow, which allowed him to rest his arms along his side without issue. He briefly entertained the thought of what he could tell <em>her</em> to tell his father, but he suspected she only had the spine to insult him to his face, his father was a completely different story. The thought was quashed, she didn't know what she was doing, if she got herself into that kind of trouble it would be her own doing, he didn't need anything else on his mind.<br><br>An image drifted through his mind and he could barely hold down the rage that it conjured. <em>Yes,</em> I'm <em> the selfish child.</em> Gritting his teeth he did his best to replace the image, but it simply wasn't budging. With a sigh he reached to the table and lifted a remote, faint music drifted just above the waves, and he released the tension in his muscles. Perhaps when she had left he would be able to return to emptying himself of thought.<br><br>She would find that leaving his room was a simple matter, and her case just where she left it. The change would be that the maid now stood in front of the door, facing the door to Stephen's wing, looking much as she had upon first seeing her. Subtle differences could be noted in her expression, but the woman would be unreadable by the untrained eye. The only thing that would be clear is that she wouldn't be leaving without talking to the maid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 23:20:44</strong>
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				"Good grief you have to be the most self pitying guy I have ever met to date. You only deserve the pain if you believe you have some divine right to do so, when in fact as a mere mortal you have no such right. And I'm sorry if you have misunderstood but I don't have any sympathy for you and I really couldn't care less about what you do or how much you suffer as it's clearly your choice to do so."<br><br>With that she grabbed the handle and yanked open the door and closing it none too gently once she had walked through it. Within a few seconds she saw he case still sitting in the hall where she had left it. Grateful it was as it meant she wouldn't have to ask someone to fetch it down for her she walked over to it briskly and grabbed hold of it before heading for the front door to leave the way she arrived.<br><br>However she found she could only reach the end of the passage before her way was blocked by the maid who had let her in just a short time before. "Look I really don't know why your employer wanted me to do for his son but whatever it was he isn't going to get it from me. I'm not going to spend the weekend being his babysitter, no amount of money is worth the effort. Least not for me because I have some pride and self respect even if I don't have a bank account full of cash. Now please step aside and let me pass, I wish to leave right now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 00:03:55</strong>
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				Stephen closed himself off from her further comments, he didn't care what she had to say, she already lost what little credit he had given her. Within his mind he was also too busy fighting off the images that brought fresh fragments of pain that didn't show up on her face, an anger she would've fueled and made more intense. He considered it best that she left, and couldn't fathom why she had bothered to come in the first place.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/nemaatkd/headerpost.png)</div><br>The maid raised her brow slightly as the young woman who strode purposefully out of Stephen's wing, looking livid as she approached. But she wouldn't pass without comment, and comment she did. The maid took it all in without comment, listening quietly, the judgement she was forming visible in her vision as her mind rolled through the possibilities and responses that had been fed to her by Mr. McGrath.<br><br>"While you are of course free to leave, it would be unwise." Lifting her arms she crossed them across her chest, looking more imposing then she had right too, being shorter and smaller then the woman she was stopping. There was a long pause where she let her words sink in, let possibilities and fears surface, and then began to basically quote word for word what she had been told.<br><br>"Self respect? Pride? Please Miss Durham, I will not tolerate being lied to any more then the young master would." Her eyes flashed dangerously, and her expression intensified. There was a reason she worked where she did, chief among them was the presence she held when carrying out her employer's wishes. "Now let me be frank. You have been stripping since you were eighteen, and have been posing as an office worker just as long. The money was transferred to your bank account after you stepped through those doors." The maid nodded over the taller woman's shoulder.<br><br>"How do you intend to explain ninety nine thousand dollars to your brothers, mother, and father?" The maid took a moments pause, she thought that would be enough to make the point, but McGrath did not know anything but a heavy hand. With an inward sigh she related the last of the message. "It is an awful lot of money, I'm sure the FBI would be curious about it. They've grown somewhat paranoid of large sums of money slipping through bank accounts in the past few years."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 00:28:52</strong>
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				Miranda rose up to her most tallest in retaliation to the forboding way in which the maid was now standing with her arms across her chest. <em>Unwise</em> the word rang through her ears over and over again. She knew whatever the maid was about to add she for one was not going to like it and already she was feeling uneasy and rather worried.<br><br>As far as she was concerned she had plenty of self respect and pride and she did not think of herself as a liar in any shape or form. Granted her parents and her brothers along with her old school friends had no idea that she earned her money from taking her clothes off. But she didn't see the fact they believed she did office work as a lie, she was just protecting them from a truth which she knew would hurt them.<br><br>"Your employer said the remainder of the money wouldn't be paid until after the job had been completed. How dare you stand there and call me a liar when he is the one who has been telling a lie as well as hiding the truth. I have been bought here under false pretences and now when I try and leave, to cancel this farce you have the nerve to throw in you will inform the FBI about the money in my account. Maybe they would be just as curious as to where and who it came from as well!"<br><br>However despite her anger she knew that she needed time to think if nothing else. And so still clutching her case she glared at the maid. "I hope you sucking McGrath's cock is worth being such a tight faced bitch for!" With that she turned on her heels again and stormed off down the corridor and back into the room she had just left. <br><br>She didn't even knock this time though he would soon know of her presence when she slammed the door shut behind her. "For the record Stephen your father is nothing more than a dirty old blackmailer." She let out a frustrated sound as she leaned back against the door, dropping her case at the side of her. "I need a drink, do you have anything in this prison disguised as a home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 14:28:24</strong>
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				The maid tilted her head, her arms moving as she clasped her hands together in front of her, looking like she was being patient with a child throwing a tantrum. It was pretty infuriating to adults, but it's use was a little bit of overkill when the woman was already livid. Not expecting she was going to get a word the maid simply waited with that infuriating expression.<br><br>While the woman had her presumptions there was little denying the way McGrath assumed had assumed the way the situation would progress. If she were a little more in control if herself the maid would've pointed a few things. Starting with the fact that saying she wouldn't be paid until the job was completed was invalid, it was a show of faith to be paid before a job completed, it would be a break of faith, which would work in McGrath's favor. <br><br>McGrath also said nothing about what would be required of her before hand, so no false pretenses. And the as for the FBI, they would hassle her for years trying to sort the whole thing out with bureaucracy, eventually court dates, and she would simply lose twice what she would've been paid just defending herself. But without that said the threats had their desired effect.<br><br>And although there was a pang of anger when she was insulted she only deepened the expression, she had heard worse, but it still rubbed her the wrong way. With a sigh she turned and went back to what she was doing beforehand, while the woman likely went back to the young master as her work was now assured.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/nemaatkd/headerpost.png)</div><br>The sudden open and slam of the door jarred Stephen painfully as he jerked up, something clutched in his fist and leveled at the doorway. His eyes were unfocused due to the pain, and it took him a second longer then it should have to realize who it was, the judgemental bitch. Aware of what he was pointing he pulled it back, not feeling like explaining it's presence, and slid it back into it's hiding place.<br><br>With an exasperated sigh he fell back onto the couch, rubbing his temples why he tried to understand exactly what the hell was happening. It didn't take long, his father was rarely denied something he wanted, but what he wanted was still a mystery. His mouth opened and released a bored yawn, crossing his legs and slipping his hands behind his head.<br><br>"I don't care," He commented when he was told what his father was. Nothing she could say would be news to him, he was his father. If it was meant to anger him though, it wouldn't do that either. He simply didn't care, as he had said.<br><br>But with the next thing that came from her lips he felt the familiar pound of anger. It was small compared to what he was already struggling with, but the twitch of his upper lip made it feel all the more real. "Since you stepped through my door you've insulted me, barged in and out loudly, insulted my father, and with this history you decide to then you ask for drink without so much as saying please?" An exasperated sigh sounded out from the couch, and nothing further would come from him if he could help it
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 20:59:39</strong>
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				Thankfully due to the strange light he had in the room she had not seen what he had hidden swiftly after having held it in his hand. Had she done so she may well have turned and left again, only this time nothing the maid might have threatened her with would have kept her in that house.<br><br>"That's part of the problem Stephen, you don't seem to care about anything, including yourself." In truth she had no idea if she was meant to pamper to his every whim but even if that is what had been inspected she had no intention of doing so. If she was to get through to him at all she would do so by being as frank and as honest as she could be. If that failed to work then it wasn't her fault as she would know she had done her best. "Is this how you intend to live the rest of your life, holed up in a wing of this house like some male and modern day version of Lady Haversham?"<br><br>Miranda pushed herself away from the door and marched over to where he was still laying down. "Are you trying to say that I don't have any manners? That's rich coming from you. Look I don't know what happened to make you this way. Maybe it was an accident or a fight. But whatever it was it does not give you the right to behave the way you do. I may not think much of your father but he must be desperate to try and reach you to ask an outsider to try to get through to you. So he must care about you and what happens to you. But as neither of us have a choice in the matter right now would it really be so terrible to try and get to know each other? You might find you like someone elses company helps take your mind of things."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:10:03</strong>
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				Stephen sighed loudly, making sure that she understood how she frustrated him. Turning on his side, keeping the pillow he had pulled over his eye in place while he looked out at the coffee table briefly so he would be able to gauge the distance of her voice with his ears alone, and closed his eye.<br><br>"I'm not a widower," He said with very dry tone, brushing off her judgement of him.<br><br>Even if he couldn't track her heavy foosteps as she marched purposefully between the couch and coffee table, he would've known where she was just because he could feel her eyes on him. "Rich, coming from me." A faint growl slipped into his tone as he again replayed how many times he thought she had shown poor manners, including the fact she couldn't seem to stop lapping an assumption on him and then judging him by it.<br><br>He had about enough, but it wasn't nearly the same as it had been when she got a sudden rise out of him, this one had been more gradual, and it's weight would be heavier because of it. He didn't feel he had to justify himself, but if his father in the equation he highly doubted the woman was going anywhere for the weekend, and he'd be damned if he was going to listen to her judgemental views thethe whole while.<br><br>Stephen nudged the pillow off his head with a flick of his head, and eased himself into a sitting position. The tension in the air would thicken gradually as he rose up like a sleeping giant, his eye drawing to her slowly while he repositioned himself. His left knee raised into the air as his foot tucked against the couch, pressed against his chest, while his right legs stretched out. Moving his right hand behind his back his fingertips touched the reassuring object while he formed his thoughts, his left forearm resting on his knee before he dropped his chin on top of his forearm.<br><br>"I have two points to make, and by God you will be silent until I am finished because I will not quietly suffer interuptions." If she had any sense about her at all, she would either fear, or respect, his wishes enough to do as he demanded, as his tone and expression was steel.<br><br>"I got a call from a childhood friend, in tears she called me to a local club. When I got there she grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me along a series of alleyes, where I found a mutual friend being beaten by a man in a neon purple suit. Due to certain things I want to talk about even less I know how to fight, I won easily." He paused only long enough to take a deep breath as the memory filtered into the darkness of his left eye. "On the ground he screamed at my friend to attack me. I wrote it off as the pain I gave him muddling his mind. I found out I was wrong when she did this with a broken bottle."<br><br>Stephen took another deep breath and his eye closed, not wanting to see how she would react. "The pimp got up, walked on over while I was clutching to what remained of my eye, trying to break my ribs while my friend clutched the bottle and begged for a fix." He didn't go into further detail of how she begged, what she said, or how pathetic she sounded while she clothed the bloody shards of glass.<br><br>With a shake of his head he had opened his eyes and glanced purposefully up at her. He didn't intend to recant the result of that evening, nothing good would come of it. "And then here you are, a stranger who didn't even know my name before she stepped through my living room door." Resting his chin a little heavier against his forearm he took a moment to let this reminder sink in. "What is it you decide to do? You stand there, make assumptions and judgments, trying to confine me in a little box in your head so you can control a situation that is clearly out of your control."<br><br>Stephen gave her a meaningful glare as he finished. "So no, I don't much care to get to know you. I've had my fill."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 18:05:29</strong>
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				She was surprised nobody had slapped him because between his mood swings and his almost constant sighing he was clearly someone who was very difficult to live with. Of course she picked up his frustration though she firmly believed he was frustrated with everyone and everything.<br><br>"I never said you were a widower. Besides which I have met one or two and none of them have appeared as sad as you." Miranda may well have judged him but then again isn't that what everyone did when they met someone for the first time? Even if they did not admit it to themselves first impressions were the ones that counted.<br><br>Her mouth opened as she prepared to say something else though she soon closed it again when he informed her that he had two points to make. He warned her he expected her to remain silent and something about him told her she should do as he asked. The truth was she really didn't know what he might be capable of, he might think nothing of being violent and not think twice about hitting anyone, including a women. And so she watched as he eased him into a different position and listened without interuption as he explained how he had lost his eye and what had led to him being the way he was.<br><br>The look of disgust and horror was something she was unable to hide and both were etched on her face, though due to him having closed his good eye he wouldn't have seen her reaction. There was a very uneasy and heavy silence which hung in the air when he finished explaining things to her. After what seemed like hours she rubbed her temple with one hand. "I'm sorry that something so horrible happened to you and even more sorry that you discovered she wasn't really your friend at all. But that doesn't mean you have to shut yourself away in here so nobody else can hurt you the way she did. Not everyone in the world is like her and you could make some really good solid friends if you really wanted to." <br><br>Miranda let out another sigh. "Despite you not wanting me here and truthfully this not being where I would choose to spend my weekend, I just thought it would make sense to make the best of the situation. But if you don't want to try and get to know me then I'm not going to force you, even though I would like to get to know you. I'm going to go and ask the maid to show me to my room, I need to freshen up and have a think. Don't worry I wont bother you if I can avoid it. I don't want to make you feel worse or cause you further pain than you are already in."<br><br>With that she turned and began to walk back towards his door. How was she going to get through the next two days of this when he didn't even want her near him? Maybe if she had a think while she freshened up she might come up with a way to deal with the situation.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:43:36</strong>
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				Stephen never saw her reaction to his story, but he didn't know what he would see and he rather stay in the dark about it. If he saw a reaction he didn't appreciate he didn't know what he'd do, and despite his attitude at the moment he wasn't someone who would want to fly out of control. By limiting himself he missed the expression of disgust and horror, for good or bad.<br><br>Time stretched on, while the air was heavy uncomfortable for the woman who had listened to his history Stephen showed only the smoldering anger that accompanied it. When it became clear he was not the one to break the silence the woman spoke, apologizing. During it Stephen had to hold back the urge to sigh again, not beleving he had been betrayed. From what he had peiced together she was the victim, not him, despite what his wound would make her think. Without comment he simply kept his eyes closed, shutting off the nagging urge to correct her.<br><br>Despite the frustration he felt Stephen wondered if she actually did care to get to know him. Obviously hired by his father he wasn't even sure why he let her stay as long as she had. He couldn't remember the last time he felt that someone genuinely wanted to get to know him, some time during his very early teens. Chastising himself for entertaining the idea he simply nodded to the woman so it would be clear he wasn't ignoring her, but stayed silent.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/nemaatkd/headerpost.png)</div><br>Instead of being found in the entryway the maid would be seen walking briskly past Stephen's living room door, her arms in front of her, a comforter and two plush pillows resting across them. With only a glance the maid summoned the woman to follow along, but said nothign to avoid bothering Stephen. She would lead down the hall and to the right, where the hallway split in a T, and went to the door at the end of the short hallway. The door was opened despite her arms being occupied and the maid stepped in briskly.<br><br>The room was a guest bedroom for Stephen's wing. It had been used through his youth for sleep overs, but it had found more use when he had gotten a little older and friends came to visit during school breaks. While he didn't have many friends the ones he did have were loyal, for the most part, and Mr. McGrath had quickly understood that he would be driven insane if he kept them seperate, and thusly gave Stephen the entire wing just to have some peace.<br><br>Unlike the entryway, polished to perfection, tastefully lit while accentuating it's size, the guest room was cosy. Reading chairs to either corner of the bed, a couch that looked more like a work of art then furniture, and of course the large plush bed. The room was kept gender neutral, no vibrant or dark colors that would put any personality into it, looking more like a high end hotel suite then a bedroom.<br><br><br>Walking to the foot of the queen sized bed. While she laid the blanket along the end of the bed the Maid, her tone conveying that she knew exactly what she was asking. "Is the young master feeling better now that he has taken his perscription?" Without turning to look at the woman she laid the pillow end to end at the foot of the bed. With the thermostat in the room it could be made chilly, if it was desired, and thus the extra blanket and pillows were offered on the already plush bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 22:25:03</strong>
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				This time when she left his room Miranda didn't slam the door closed behind her, instead she closed it quietly and all he would have heard was a small click. However she didn't have much time to consider what she needed to do next for she saw the brittle looking and sounding maid walking briskly toward her. Her arms were full of items of bedding and even if the women had not given her a glance the young club employee would have guessed she should follow seeing as she was there. After all it made sense that she was taking them to the room Miranda would be using during her stay, and so she simply nodded in return and followed the maid down the hall, which seemed to lead her deeper into that wing of the house.<br><br>Once inside her eyes roamed it and paid attention to how comfortable it seemed even though it could have been called bland of colour by some. It did remind her of several expensive hotel rooms she had seen in magazines and on TV.&nbsp; It was one thing she would not be able to complain about as at least she had not been given a room in the attic like one of the servants might have slept in. <br><br>The question asked by the maid bought her out of her own thoughts again. "You will find the young master is feeling just as terrible as he did before I arrived because he refused to take any of his medication. Why anyone would refuse something that would ease their pain is beyond me...and considering I am here I'd say he has been refusing to take it for some time." Miranda stated as she placed her case onto the bed before turning and looking at the maid again. "Would I be correct?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 14:55:37</strong>
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				The maid had finished her work of laying out the extra beddings and turned to focus her atention on the woman meant to entertain Stephen, wondering if Mr. McGrath would come and check on the situation personally to be sure things were going accordingly. Shaking her head slightly at the absurd thought she reminded herself that she would just get a call, update him, and he would deal with it from a distance.<br><br>Moving her hands forward she clapsed her hands together in front of her, looking thoughtful as she considered how much she was to tell. McGrath had neglected this subject because he had no idea what Stephen had been doing, she did. It took a few moments of consideration, but she decided what information she would use to manipulate the situation properly, although she couldn't hold a candle to her employer.<br><br>But there was one thought that lingered long enough to make her pause noticable, that the young woman had refered to stephen as the young master.<br><br>Clearing her throat she began. "Miss Durham, your time is dwindling." With a faint shake of her head she unclasped her hands and smoothed her hands over her thighs briefly. "But to answer your question, no, he hasn't. He refused morphine once he was aware enough to reject it, and after only two days he threw away his perscription of vicodin. However he seems more content, if vastly uncomfortable, without it and becomes agitated when suggested to take it."<br><br>Suspecting this would lead to another line of questions the maid paused purposefully, guiding the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go. If things didn't go the way she desired she knew she had more then enough leverage to bludgeon the woman into doing what was demanded of her, instead of guiding her to come to the decision on her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 22:13:25</strong>
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				At times the maid reminded her of the matron types she had seen in the old British Carry On movies. She half expected in the middle of her stern seriousness to come out with a one liner, though of course it would never really happen. It wouldn't have surprised her if she led quite a sour existence if she lived in with this strange family.<br><br>"I've only been here an hour or two. If you or the older McGrath who employed me expected me to appear in skimpy clothing and perform a miracle by parading around in front of that troubled young man while I removed my clothes then you were both very wrong. Besides which it was hardly about to make him begin taking his medication when you now tell me he has been refusing it from the time he became aware." Miranda flicked open the clasps on her case as she continued to speak. "Has anyone thought it might be the medication that doesn't agree with him seeing as he is less content on the rare times he does take it?"<br><br>The truth was this was nothing like her usual work at the club. There you didn't get involved with the clients private lives, they just came in and paid to be entertained. That she was quite comfortable with these days but Stephen was a different matter because he had not come into the club or even shown any need to his father for her form of entertainment. In his case she wanted to know as much as possible before she started to take her clothes off in front of him...after all he may well react badly to it. <br><br>She began to remove the items of clothing from her case and hung them in the closet. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:56:25</strong>
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				With a small shrug of indifference she walked to the decorative couch, it was build in an odd way to fit two people. While the positioning seemed odd it was actually quite intimate. If one were to lay down on one side and use pillows to prop themselves up it would be like laying down next to the other person, looking over at them from where you lay when you were propped up over the top of the couch. It was also quite comfortable.<br><br>Once she was comfortable she felt better equipped to handle the situation. Comfort helped keep her mind on task, and while Mr. McGrath would never do something quite so obvious he did teach her that the more comfortable you look while controlling someone the easier it was to manipulate them through frustration, which made their decisions less unwise.<br><br>With this in mind she let out a long sigh. "In fact Miss Durham, that's exactly what you were intended to do, his contentment is unimportant at the moment." She would have offered the other woman to seat to the other side of him, but he expected that she would have refused so made no attempt. "Frankly I'm surprised at you. Instead of working as you always have you instead seem to be gathering information about him gradually. I doubt he has been very kind to you, so I don't understand why you would bend your habits now."<br><br>Shrugging the thought away she continued, after planting the little seed in her mind. "Despite what he thinks of the medication, it is necessary. If he continues on with this level of stress it <em>can</em> actually hurt him. What you've been hired for was not a whim. What better way to convince the young master that he needs relief from pain, then by giving him the desire to end it for something more pleasant? Quite frankly, even if you are horrible at your work he will become aroused. When he is it should be simple to convince him to take the medication."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:20:18</strong>
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				Miranda watched as the maid sat down and she had to hold back a snort. This women really did think she was something, when it fact she was nothing more than a glorified servant. Taking her bag of toiletries out of her case the young club worker hugged it against herself and moved closer to where the other women was now sitting. "Well it would have been polite for someone to have told me that before I was sent into his room. All you said was to change before I went in...now I know why. As for how I work, you have no idea so do not assume that you do. I'm sure you think everyone who takes their clothes off for a living has low standards and will do anything for money but you would be wrong. This situation is nothing like anything I come face to face with at the club."<br><br>She then stepped even closer to the other women and leaned over so her face was directly in front of the maids. "Oh trust me I'm good at my work. If I wasn't then I would have been fired from the club a long time ago, my boss doesn't put up with girl's who do not please the clients and that includes those of us who don't provide extras." She slowly stood up and stepped away from the sofa before taking the bag she was holding into the en suite bathroom. When she returned she lifted her head high. "If you don't mind I'll get changed into something that might do the trick assuming he isn't gay." Then she lifted an eyebrow. "Unless you want to stay and watch me take my clothes off that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 17:36:38</strong>
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				The maid glanced up and raised her brow slightly, noting that the woman was hugging something to her chest. The maid cocked her thin brow up, not able to handle an amused smile. If she were to take her literally at her word the stripper was surprised that being sent to a room for a client to entertain meant talking, and not stripping. Honestly she could barely keep from laughing at the very concept, but the laughter danced briefly in her eyes all the same.<br><br>"You take off your clothes, move your body, and rich men give you their pocket change. You're protected while doing this act by your employer as long as you keep him, and the clients happy. Your skill has kept you from overtime, but that's only going to last as long as your body retains it's current appeal." &nbsp;She smiled up at the woman. "You really shouldn't assume anyone involved with Mr. McGrath as ignorant." <em>It makes you vulerable,</em> she thought. Quietly she moved herself slightly, wriggling her shoudlers deeper into the plush couch while she closed her eyes. Technically she was on overtime herself, this was actually her break.<br><br>The maid kept out the information that the emoployer knew exactly what could happen, and had hired her out because she was reaching the end of that period. Of course she was still attractive enough, but people get restless when you dangle what they want in front of their face long enough. It would be useful to tell her for later, Stephen was the best offer she would get, especially considering their ages were fairly close.<br><br>"And no, I won't be leaving. The young master is certainly not a homosexual, but he does have cetain tastes. Show me what you brought."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:09:28</strong>
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				And I suppose you and your employer think that makes me unrespecable? But still he has hired me to do my thing to get his son to play ball, and here you are doing his continued dirty work for him." She had seen the look the maid had given her and it angered her greatly. Day in and day out she faced people like her and yet still day in and day out a large number of rich men and women for that matter came into the club to pay girls like her to take their clothes off. "There are a lot of men who come to exclusive clubs like those because there is something missing from their home lives. Oh sure they would tell you it's just somewhere different to entertain business clients but we all know they are lying. The bulges which stick out tell a very different story, one which they tell when they return time and time again, many taking the next step and paying some of the girls so they can touch them or engage in sexual acts their well glossed wives and girlfriends refuse them."<br><br>It wasn't lost on Miranda that the maid had almost insulted her by hinting that she was reaching the end of her career as a exclusive stripper. It was also not true for many could continue into their early thirties so long as they kept their figure and youthfull looking skin. Turning sharply she walked into the closest and returned holding two outfits. One was a tight, short black leather dress which fastened with a steel zip on the front, black seamed stockings, garters and six inch heels. The other was also tight though this one was a red latex catsuit with hidden press studs to fasten and unfasten it onto the wearer. Knee length red latex boots were worn with this and were also on display for the maid to see.<br><br>"I also have a blue silk evening dress which is slashed at the thigh which I bought with me, even though it isn't what the clients want as a rule." In truth she had packed it in case she had been expected to dine with her so called host in a more formal setting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 22:55:28</strong>
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				"Unrespectable? Perhaps, but it also makes you useful." She hadn't honestly considered it. Personally she did not care for the work of a stripper, but she was behaving as she was because it was how she hanled those she manipulated.<br><br>While the stripper into into great detail of what happened at her work the maid started to look genuinely confused. Tilting her head she listened quietly, the expression not leaving. At the end she couldn't help but say. "I'm sorry, do you expect me to argue with you on this point? If so, I have no care to. Those that do such are not men, but boys who refuse to grow up." Her brow raised slightly. "Or are you suggestion one of the McGrath are like such boys?"<br><br>Glancing over the outfits brought out she thought back on what she knew of the young master. Through all the time she had known him his fantasies were never readily apparent, ever. If they were his manipulation wouldn't have been significantly easier. It wasn't exactly a last ditch effort to hire the stripper, but it wasn't far off either. But she did know two things. One that the silk dress would put him on edge, make him think a suitor was trying to seduce him. The hardest choice came between the other two. Which would suit him better? Wracking her brain she rested her chin on the couch. "The black one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 00:24:21</strong>
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				Miranda laughed at the maids question. "I'm not suggesting they are such boys, it's a given fact as far as I'm concerned. I wouldn't expect you to agree or even understand. As for expecting to argue any point with you, to be honest I'd prefer not to talk to you at all. Let's be honest, we don't like each other and will each be pleased never to see the other again after this weekend."<br><br>She stood holding the outfits while the maid pondered over which she should wear. The moment she finally informed her he would prefer the black one she the young women placed it on the bed before returning the red one to the closet. Once back in the bedroom she began to remove the clothes she was currently wearing until she was fully naked. Miranda then pulled out a leather thong from her small case, putting it on before she reached for the leather garters and black seamed stockings. It was obvious from her ease of dressing that she had put such items on many times before, including the leather dress she slipped and wriggled into with the use of some discreet talc. Once in place she slipped on her heels before touching up her make up and brushing out her long hair.<br><br>Finally she turned her attention back to the maid. "Do I pass as suitable to make your employers son hard and in need of relief? Pain relief that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 01:47:05</strong>
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				She had to admit that Miranda had gotten the upper hand, briefly. If only because she had been right, she didn't care to argue the personality of her employers. It was frustrating to her for a moment, but she was right on another point as well. They didn't like each other, and neither of them wanted to continue the discussion at the moment.<br><br>Not caring to see a naked woman walk about the guest bedroom the maid turned her head and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of rest before she would need to get back to her durties. They weren't strenuous at the moment, but it was still nice to rest as the day before had been long.<br><br>The stripper mentioned something and she opened her eyes, glancing over the woman. The outfit fit her well, and she honestly wished she knew the young master better so she could have used a more informed decision. With a shrug of her shoulders the maid grinned. "A slip of the tongue, I'm sure you would say. No matter, only one way to no, go to him. I have work to do." Sitting up she stood and left ahead of her leaving the door open, silent as she passed the door where the lapping of waves and slight tremble of music lingered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 20:42:47</strong>
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				"There was no slip of the tongue I can assure you." Miranda replied with an amused laugh, watching the other women stand and leave the room. Once she was alone she took one last look in the mirror before taking a deep breath as she too headed for the door. She walked slowly down the corridor, impressive as any model as her heels clicked on the marble floor and her hips swayed.<br><br>Reaching the door of the man she had been paid to entertain she took yet another deep breath before knocking on the door before entering. For a moment she stood as her eyes adjusted to the limited light in the room before she closed the distance between her and Stephen. "You may not be very pleased to see me again so soon but this weekend doesn't have to be unpleasant for either of us. Trust me it really doesn't..."<br><br>With that she began to slowly dance before him, clearly experienced in the art of doing so as she ran her hands down over her curves confined in her tight leather dress. Moving closer as she danced her hips were soon directly in front of his face, close enough for him to be able to smell the leather and the smell of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 17:59:45</strong>
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				Stephen heard the knock at the door as a distant annoyance. Once again he was reminded of his pain, pulled from the dark where he could push aside all the painful thoughts and sensations. Iritated he rubbed his neck and sat up on the couch, swinging his legs down, thinking it was round three, if his memory wasn't too hazed by the pain.<br><br>Instead of finding her in her bussiness attire, ready for another round of brow beating him, she was wearing black leather that made her nearly invisible in the rolling blue light. He was too shocked to respond to her words as she stood before him, he was only vaguely even aware of what she was saying to him. For some reason he had it in his head that she was a psychatrist, or maybe a new maid. his perceptions altered slowly.<br><br>With the music already playing, slow, with only the lightest beat. It seemed she was aware of this completely, the slow sentual movements of her body, instinctively wanting his hands to be the ones trailing along her curves of the form fitting leather dress. But those instincts were tempered by spikes of solid pain shooting from his groin into the inside of his skull. He could almost feel the entire length of the nerves as he was aroused.<br><br>Wincing he bucked forward, his forehead resting against her pelvis while he groaned in pain. He had never allowed himself to become aroused since he lost his eyes, the pain was barely manageable when he kept himself calm, and he had a very good resistance to pain. With the heightned heartrate the pain effectively doubled, the pain made his stomach lurch toward his throat, but all that came from it was a heavier groan.<br><br><em>Father, you asshole.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 20:14:14</strong>
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				The music he had playing was very different than the sort she normally danced and stripped to in the club. However she was experienced enough to be able to perform to almost anything as long as it had a beat. The music's beat was so light that her movement was slow and even more sensual than it would have been unless requested by a client paying for a private performace, be it a lap dance or not. <br><br>Miranda knew just how to work her body and the men who watched her, she knew just when to touch herself and make them want it to be theirs hands moving over her curves. The tightness of the leather dress clung to her body like a second skin as she swayed though she stopped the instant he jolted forward and began to groan in obvious pain.<br><br>For a few moments she did nothing, then she let her eyes search the table for the bottle of pain killers she had bought in with her on her earlier visit. When she saw them she grabbed hold of the bottle and moved even closer to him. "If you take a couple of these you will feel so much better. I've only just began this dance and somehow I don't think you want me to stop." Just to remind him of what she could give him she began to move her hips in a sensual way as she stood within an inch of him. "Do us both a huge favour and take them Stephen...please."<br><br>Despite this being her job the way she was feeling while doing it was very new to her. She actually liked watching him become aroused because of what she was doing, though she was trying to ignore and push down inside herself how for the first time ever wanted to break her own rules and have his hands replace her own over her curves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 20:56:19</strong>
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				Stephen groaned again when the pills were offered. It was like someone was offering to exchange a knife for a mallet, he hated the very thought. He hated the pain he felt, knowing what it would mean if he allowed it to end. Eurphoria, coming from two, maybe more sources, but what good would that do him with the mallet came later? Lifting his hands he pressed one against his neck, the other moving over the patch on his eyes.<br><br>Again he cursed his father, but couldn't bring himself to do the same to her. If he knew the old man then she had no real chance to refuse, something was making her be here. At the same time he couldn't help but blame her a little. Active participant or no, this was partly her fault. But again, she also didn't realize what she was asking either. Through the white haze of pain he lifted his head, looking up at her, trying to ignore the slow shifting of her hips. "You don't know what you're asking."<br><br>Unable to think properly through the haze he had to make a choice, with her so close, the smell of her comining with the sight, he couldn't hold back. What choice did he have, let her stand there and torture him? With only instincts left it wasn't hard to figure out which choice he would make, the body would always seek ways to aleviate pain. His hand trembled as he reached out, taking the pills from her hand.<br><br>Looking up at her with one clouded eye he pushed thoughts past the pain, knowing exactly what he would ask. Raising the shaking hand near his mouth he paused, and then sighed before he spoke. "My hands," He glanced down, showing that they shook from the pain. He then glanced to the drink she had, it was a tart drink, mixed with a sugar alchol, very low content. "Use your mouth." Stephen glanced up from the drink, stared at her hard. He couldn't place why he decided to ask for it, the pain was still too strong, but some part of him demanded it.<br><br>Cutting off her options he slipped the pills into his mouth and leaned back against the couch, far out of range, meaning she would have to slip herself over him and lean where he was resting low on his back while he leaned into the back of the couch. Some instinctive part of him wanted her to mold herself to him while he drank from her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 21:38:02</strong>
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				<br>She knew it must almost be torture for him for she could almost see it in his one good eye as he looked up at her. "I'm asking you to bend your principals so you can enjoy something for the first time since you were attacked." She continued to sway her hips as she took the lid off the bottle and took out two of the pain killers. It was almost sadistic, what she was doing to him but she knew deep down it the pros out weighed the cons. Even if his father hadn't paid her a large amount of money to entertain his son she would have wanted to do this, wanted him to break out of his secluded world and feel pleasure someone else was offering him.<br><br>Miranda's eyes lingered on his hand as he reached out and even though it was shaking took the two pain killers from her palm. Once he had taken them she reached for the glass and was about to offer it either to him or to hold it for him while he took them. However she was rather taken aback when he told her to use her mouth instead. As a rule she would have refused such a request but this situation was very different, that much she already knew. When he stared hard at her she did the same back, including when he finally put the pills into his mouth and leaned against the back of the sofa.<br><br>Still holding the glass she slipped her body over his, one leg either side of his lap as she settled onto it before taking a sip of the drink and lowering her head till her lips were a fraction away from his. Then slowly she pressed her lips against his, passing the fluid from her mouth into his, the closeness meant her confined breasts were pressed against his chest. And much to her dismay she had overwhelming desire to know what it would feel like to kiss him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 00:15:28</strong>
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				Stephen was too distant in his pain to note that she was surprised when he told her to use her mouth. His hands still shook, although one rested on his thigh, the one over his eyepatch only slightly more still as he pressed his hand against it harder. He wouldn't make the request again, he wasn't sure he would be able to stay upright let alone use his voice for much longer. Fortunately she didn't torture him much longer.<br><br>Watching weakly from his slumped position on the couch he kept looking up into her eyes as best he could, feeling her calves pressed into his thigh while she settled herself onto his lap. It didn't take long for her to take a healthy sip and lean toward him, Stephen moved the hand from his eyepatch shifted and rested on her shoulder.<br><br>His head tilted slightly to the side, but otherwise did not move until he felt her soft lips. Thirsty to rid himself of the pills he did not simply passively accept the passing of the drink. Instead he drank from her like a bottle, the suction pulling her lips tighter against his, liking bringing the tip sof their tongues together as well.<br><br>Gulping down the liquid and pills would only bring their tongues together more tightly. He would have enjoyed it so much more if it didn't spike another layer of pain ontop of everything else, being so close, so warm, and only feeling worse for it.&nbsp; Taking a breath he ducked his head forward, resting the bridge of his nose on her shoulder, a faint tremor working through him every few seconds. He could only hope that the cursed pills worked quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:29:27</strong>
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				Why did she feel attracted to him of all people? The question raised it's head several times within her head though she continued to ignore answering it even to herself. Maybe it was because he was damaged and not in the physical sense but damaged because of what had happened to him. That was something she could understand in part at least because of a part of her own life which she kept well hidden from her co workers and her boss. <br><br>His hand still seemed to shake even when he rested it upon her shoulder though she wasn't that surprised given the state he was in. However what she was surprised about was how he accepted the drink from her lips. The more he drank from her mouth the closer they seemed to become, tongues touching as Miranda slid her free hand around the back of his head, holding it close as they shared the intimate moment. Once he had taken all the fluid from her mouth he broke contact though it was clear it was because he needed to rest because of the pain. Her eyes closed when he rested the bridge of his nose on her shoulder and she stroked his hair trying to help sooth his pain until the pills kicked in.<br><br>"When the pain has eased tell me what you want," she told him quietly. Never in her life had she behaved like this with a client before. It had always only ever been a strip tease while she danced at arms length from the guy. But here she was breaking all her own rules and she had a feeling she would have broken quite a few more by the time she left his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 15:30:12</strong>
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				Stephen's hand on her shoulder squeezed slightly, pain hissing through his teeth while he pressed a little harder against her shoulder. Feeling her hand stroking over the back of his head, down his hair until she reached his shoulders, he was briefly reminded of a field trip h etook during midle school. He was fairly good with women, made friends more then girlfriends. It reminded him of when he had a massive headache on the way back, he'd been urged to lay down in the back seat of a over night bus, rest his head on one of his closer friend's lap. Stroking his hair until he fell asleep was one of the more pleasant memories of his youth. Sad considering all the money and places he had gone to.<br><br>"And when you refuse, what then?" He asked, his voice weak and grating. Despite what she thought of him, he thought less of himself. He didn't expect that she would be willing to do the thing he wanted, the things that would distract him enough. In fact he wasn't sure why she even bothered trying to soothe him, it was at least third her fault that he was in an increased ammount of pain. Lightly he shook his head, arguing with himself. He forgot, for a moment, that she was doing this for herself. She had money, and likely other pressing concerns that urged her to do this.<br><br>And so he sat mostly motionless, a few shudders of pain rolled over him occasionally, but little else. It would take a good ten minutes for it to kick in at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 18:41:14</strong>
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				"Why do you assume I'll refuse? I wouldn't have asked if I intended to do that with anything you requested or desired."&nbsp; Miranda asked him softly as she continued to stroke her fingers over the back of his head. It was obvious the pain was really bad from the hissing sounds he was making and the squeezing of her shoulder with his hand. "You can push me away but what would be the point when I can give you something you want?" She reached back and put the glass back on the table before placing her now free hand on his cheek, caressing it as she too waited for the pain killers to take effect.<br><br>Of course she knew she was behaving in a way she never had before. However she also knew in this instance she didn't think of Stephen as her client. His father had been the one to hire her though she still had no idea if he had intended for her to simple dance and strip for him like she would have in the club. There were strange unknown feelings stirring within her for the young man who's lap she was now sitting on. So much so that despite the fact she was no longer dancing she took her hand from his cheek to ease the zipper on the front of her leather dress down several inches so he would be able to see the fullness of her cleavage.<br><br>"Tell me what you want Stephen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 16:43:48</strong>
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				Why indeed? It wasn't like him to assume such, especially when his father was involved. And here she was, comforting him while he thought that she wouldn't. Frowning against her shoulder he thougth deeper, trying to understand exactly what it was he wanted. Part of him just wanted her to leave, just to try and fight against the pills he took. The other part, one she could feel if she moved herself any closer over him, was eager for her presence.<br><br>The largest reason he did little more then wince, hiss, and groan was that he didn't belive that she actually wanted to do any of it. She seemed to set out to prove him wrong. Feeling the warmth of her hand leave his cheek he tilted his head slightly, glacing at her out of the corner of his eye. The distinct sound of a zipper being lowered caught his attention, and with a small wince he leaned his head back, his eye trailing down to note that her breasts were nearly exposed in their fullness.<br><br>"Remove that little slip of leather and come back where you are now," He whispered, his eyes feasting in the sight of her, his clear arousal growing stronger against the loose confines of his pants. A faint hiss left him as a fresh throb of need, his pained expression mixing with a hunger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 17:07:06</strong>
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				He may not have known it but she did want to do this and nobody was more surprised by that fact than Miranda herself. As the knowledge began to filter through to her brain she wondered if it was because he was moody and difficult that she had become attracted to him. He was nothing like any of the men who came into the club wanting to be entertained. Maybe that was why she wanted what she was doing with him to be nothing like that. What she was offering him was nothing to do with her work or even how much his father was paying her.<br><br>She saw him lean back and watch as he lowered the zipper on her dress, and the almost hungry way he was looking at her nearly exposed breasts. Miranda heard his whispered words and the hiss which followed, though the latter did not stop her easing herself from his lap and unzipping the dress fully before easing it off her shoulders and peeling it from her body. Once the little slip of leather as he had called it was removed she returned to where she had been on his lap, her fingers once again stroking the back of his head.<br><br>All done without a word from her but also without any hesitation or second thought.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 18:09:54</strong>
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				Stephen was a little surprised that she so easily obeyed his weak order, he was sure that the pained hiss would give her pause, or at least some sort of hesitation. For some reason it seemed out of character, it didn't seem like something she'd actively participate in. It was likely due to his preconceptions of her, he thought she was to prideful to do any of this, let alone obey when told to do something.<br><br>He was between pain that ebbed slowly away, with that came a dazzed light headedness as the first distinct sensation of cool water spreading out from what felt like the top of his brain, and he was simply too sexually stimulated to think on what felt off about the situation.<br><br>Once back on his lap he felt her fingers stroking the back of his head, the sensation aiding the slow dripping of that cooling sensation. Moving one hand out he rested his hand on her hip, squeezing hard enough that his fingers on the top of her rump dug lightly into her skin. He pulled her lower body tight to him, his brazen arousal pressed tight to her leather clad mound, through his loose pants.<br><br>Stephen moved his second hand around behind her back, his fingers pressing into the middle of her back. With a long firm stroke he glided the pads of his fingers up her spine, until his fingers locked in her hair. Leaning forward he nuzzled briefly into the side of her neck, letting his lips brush along the her throat, and with an instinstent pressure pulled her head back so her chest would press forward naturelly, and let her weight rest on his hand.<br><br>With her chest exposed he lowered his head down, breathing softly on the top of the soft flesh, his lips pressing down and spreading outward, suckling his lips pressed tightly to them with the suection. Nudging his face lightly deeper between her rbeasts he let his tongue sneak out, a small experimental lick the dragged smoothly between them, enjoying the warmth of her breasts pressing against his cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 19:13:53</strong>
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				It was only on instinct that she knew how to soothe away some of his pain. However each time she saw his reaction to her touch it only made her want to continue and to find other ways of making him feel pleasure which would out weigh the pain if it wasn't able to dissolve it altogether. She couldn't remember the last time she had been sexual or even close on a personal level with another guy. It hadn't been high on her list of priorities for a long time for there was someone else who took up almost all of her time when she was not at work. Finding someone for her, someone who would understand why she did the type of work she did and who would accept coming second in her life had been impossible and not worth the effort.<br><br>However her desires for the man who's lap she now sat on had gripped her like a vice. Even if turned out to just be an affair confined to just the one weekend it would be enough to satisfy her needs for a while. <br><br>She felt his fingers squeezing hard into the flesh of her bottom and slowly moved her hips. This action combined with his own pulling of her lower body caused her mound to grind against his arousal. Each stroke of his fingers along her spine bought murmurs of pleasure from her lips, his fingers then entwined in her hair as he nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her throat so lightly she wasn't sure if he had done so or she had simply imagined it. However she knew she didn't imagine the feel of his lips when he nuzzled his head between her breasts, his warm tongue slowly licking upward. She also didn't imagine the murmurs of encouragement which spilled from her lips as she still stroked his hair and moved her hips again rubbing it against his arousal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:29:10</strong>
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				Stephen listened for noise of appreciation, little mumurs of encouragement followed the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin. The rubbing against his arousal, stoking the heat in him. The fingers that pressed firmly against her rump dragged back, his fingers slipping over the leather thong. Once at the edge he pulled her leather clad mound against him harder, his fingers against her skin keeping up this pressure while he slipped them under the leather. Firmly he caressed the cheek he cupped firmly, stroking toward her own heat slowly.<br><br>The hand that griped her hair pulled back further, making her back bow while he leaned forward, angling her until she was a leaning at nearly a forty five degree angle. He shifted his head from from between her breasts to their front, his lips pressed firmly to the pliable flesh all the while. Stephen opened his mouth wide, ecompasing much of her breast, his teeth lightly dragging along the soft skin while his tongue dragged lightly around her aerola in one circle. Suckling lightly his tongue pressed tighter against her on the second circle, which stopped half way, and with a sudden firm movement he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:04:37</strong>
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				It felt so good to be close to a man again. Not close in the way she was when she was dancing for them but close like this, in such an intermate and seductive way. She made a moaning sound when his fingers moved over the leather thong to pull it and therefore her barely covered sex against his ever growing arousal. The pressure from his fingers was deliciously firm, her own arousal growing with each passing moment.<br><br>Miranda moaned as he pulled her hair back even more, causing her back to arch and her breasts to push upward as if presenting themselves to him. At this angle she couldn't see what he was going to do, her first knowledge of it being when she felt him take one of her breasts into his mouth. Another moan fell from her lips as his teeth grazed over her soft flesh, feeling his suckling before his tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple and causing her body to quiver. Trailing one hand down between them she brushed her fingers over all that was accessable of his arousal, teasing him without mercy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keith</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 18:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stephen moved his hand deeper between her legs, the tips of his fingers troking over the very bottom of her folds, the inside ofhis wrist pressed firmly against her cheek. The back of his hand was held snugly between her cheeks by the tight leather thong, which he pressed harder against her mound by arching his wrist against it, tugging the smooth material against her.<br><br>The mouth on her breast slacked as he released tension, shifting himself to her other breast, leaving the first to cool. Wrapping his lips over her breast he moaned lightly against her, the friction of their her touch making him twitch in need. Focusing on her breast his tongue dragged over the sensitive nipple three times, long hard draws of his tongue, finished to flick it with the very tip at the end of the lick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bound By Silk (Keith &amp; PreciousPetra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PreciousPetra</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 18:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squirming when he eased his hand further and deeper between her legs Miranda moaned as the pleasure of his touch washed over her. His fingers almost tormented her folds as he stroked over them, pulling the thong even tighter. By now it was making quite an indent in her soft flesh and the leather was becoming very wet.<br><br>Her eyes switched between closing and opening, finding herself staring at the ceiling as he held onto her hair and kept her back arched. Once again she murmured words of excitement and encouragement as he turned his attention to her other breast. Each drawn out lick he gave to her nipple was the sweetest of tortures. Miranda's fingers no longer just brushed over his arousal, instead they began to massage it through his pants, her other hands fingers tightened in his hair just a little.
			</dd>
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