Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Hans on 17-12-2010, 03:00:41</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:00:41</strong>
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				Luke leaned back and spread his legs out comfortably in the champagne room. He had made a habit out of getting a lap dance from the same girl, every Thursday night. He was obsessed with this girl and he knew it, but tonight he would make her his. It hadn't taken his private investigator much time to find out about her sister's illness or her dead husband's debt. She was out of options and she knew it. She couldn't afford not to accept his offer tonight. <br><br>So with complete confidence in his plan, Luke tucked another twenty in her G-string with a smirk. "How has your sister been?" he asked ignoring the club's no touching policy and fondling her breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:48:29</strong>
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				Cindy inwardly sighed as she danced for tonight's latest batch of drooling men.&nbsp; The last year, the woman had been dancing and making as much as she could to help her sister, as well as keep herself from going completely under in debt.&nbsp; How the raven haired girl had missed her husbands major flaw that had been the second bane of her existence since his unfortunate death.&nbsp; Between the different payments and the interest behind them it felt like she was getting more in debt then when she had found out.<br><br>Then there was the man that kept getting a lap dance from her every time he came in, it was creepy to her, but her fellow strippers said that was normal.&nbsp; Though as he grabbed her breasts, and spoke about her sister, Cindy wasn't sure which shocked her more.&nbsp; Either one made her gasp and nearly cry out in surprise.&nbsp; In almost a strangled voice as she tried to move a bit away from him and give room to the bouncer if she needed to call him in, "My sister is doing fine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 21:45:56</strong>
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				"That's good to hear," Luke said in a friendly tone. He removed his hands from her chest and draped his arms across the booth's backrest. His gaze fixed on the rhythmic movement of her hips.&nbsp; "I heard that she was sick from one of the other dancers," he lied, though, he made an effort to catch her eye as he said, "You must really love your sister to be willing to put up with assholes like me, every night to help her." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 01:55:15</strong>
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				Cindy looked around the private booth in shock and took a seat briefly before one of the bouncers peeked in and she went back to dancing before she got in trouble.&nbsp; Though this did not keep her from glaring at the patron who was so forward with her, and seemed to both want to insult her and be in some manner intimate.&nbsp; "My sister would never come to a place like this, she just has cancer and I am trying to help her out till she is cured and back on her feet."<br><br>As the dancer did what her job entailed she tried to keep her glare on the man, trying to gauge the kind of man he was, and why he really choose her every time.&nbsp; "It's not just my sister I work at this place to make money for.&nbsp; This is just one of the best ways to make money for a girl of my age and looks."&nbsp; Cindy was only in her late twenties, 28 to be exact, and could have been a runway model if she didn't have a larger chest then was normally allowed for such a profession.&nbsp; This had not stopped Cindy for trying to such a career it just didn't work out and she ended up at a strip club.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:50:23</strong>
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				Luke crossed his muscular arms across his chest as he matched her glare. He never once broke eye contact despite his strong urge to leer at her chest. "One of the best." Luke chuckled.<br><br>"And what if I told you I know of a better way for you to pay for you sister's Chemo, and whatever else you need cleared up?" Luke asked, trying his best to sound sympathetic. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:49:43</strong>
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				Cindy wrapped her leg around a pole in the middle of the table in the booth as she listened to what the man said.&nbsp; Was there really a way that she could pull herself out of the debt collectors, make enough for her to live on and pay for her sisters treatments?&nbsp; Could this man actually be able to do all that for Cindy and her family.&nbsp; The question really should have been upon further thought was what would keep her from taking him on whatever offer he had, there was little choice if he could really provide it.&nbsp; "If you can show you actually can pay my dead husbands debts and my sisters Chemo, then I will take it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 16:56:59</strong>
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				"Perfect," Luke replied with a friendly grin. He produced a note pad from his back pocket and wrote something down. He felt like a kid who had peeked into his parent's closet the week before Christmas and found out they had gotten him exactly what he wanted. He stood up. At his full height of 6'5" he towered over her, and his broad shoulders gave him a very imposing presence. <br><br>"Be at this address tomorrow at ten am sharp." He commanded. "Don't be late." He then turned and left the private room, headed for the parking lot and sped off home. There was much to prepare for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 19:25:06</strong>
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				Cindy took the piece of paper and placed it with the rest of the money that had been slipped to her through the entire night.&nbsp; With the strange man having left, Cindy went back to the dressing room to get ready for the next shows she would perform before being able to go home and rest for the night.&nbsp; Although due to the time that she had been told to meet the possible employer there would not be much time to sleep, so the stripper didn't waste much time setting alarms and grabbing some sleep once she got home.<br><br>The alarms went off seamlessly in the morning, bring the raven haired beauty awake and chasing her off into the shower.&nbsp; Though she would only spend enough time as it took to get clean before rushing out and putting on a t-shirt and some jeans before heading out and knocking on Luke's door just before ten AM."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 21:10:59</strong>
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				Luke had slept peacefully through the night. He woke early, as the sun shone through his window. He wasn't completely sure she would even come. He had been so sure of himself before that he hadn't even bothered to tell her what the job was. Now last minute doubt crept into his newly awakened consciousness, and he wondered if he would pay the price for his hubris. He jumped quickly in the shower and moments after he stepped out he heard the knock at he door which laid his fears to rest. He took his time dressing himself and made his way to the entry hall.<br><br>Luke answered the door wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved, pullover that clung, tightly to his muscular torso. His black hair was still damp from his morning shower. "Your early," he said opening the door for her. The entry hall was quite large. It featured a marble staircase directly across from the front entrance that lead up to a balcony with doors to access other areas of the house. There are also two doors on the first level on either side of the staircase. "Welcome to my home," Luke said with pride. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 08:00:50</strong>
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				Cindy took great care as she came in to try and assess the value of everything, trying to make sure she would be able to get paid the amount necessary to keep her head above water of money problems.&nbsp; Though what she was seeing, the stripper had no real idea what it was worth, how ever could she possibly know it when not once did she ever really have money to begin with.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Thank you for having me, though I would prefer to get right down to business, what is this job, and what proof do you have that I get paid enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 18:07:41</strong>
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				"Very well," Luke replied diplomatically. He produced a cell phone from his back pocket and handed it to Cindy. "If you call the hospital, you will find that your sisters medical bills have been paid up to the end of this month." Luke informed her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 23:08:55</strong>
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				Cindy shook her head, knowing from the look of everything that she was sure he had the money.&nbsp; Though it bothered her that he had already paid for such, it obligated her to take whatever offer he had for her.&nbsp; "I will trust such is already taken care of, so what is this job you have for me, that you would go to such trouble and start paying ahead of time for?"&nbsp; The more Cindy thought about what he might want, the more she cringed on the inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 00:44:40</strong>
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				Luke replaced the cell phone in his right back pocket. "I require a live in maid." Luke answered. "And it really was no trouble about your sister. Despite whatever opinions you may have already formed about me, I'm not so evil that I would cause your sister to suffer, simply to get what I want from you." His tone had an angry edge to it. He would never admit it, but she had offended him.<br><br>"So you'll take the job?" He demanded. "I won't cancel your sister's payments even if you turn me down, but we both know that without me you have no way of coming up with the money for next month. Especially with your husband's debt." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 06:55:13</strong>
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				"Yes I will take the job, I could not turn down such after you have been so kind to pay for my sisters treatment."&nbsp; Cindy would have felt indebted for the rest of her life if she had not taken the job, or at least added the money owed as another debt on the rest of them she owed.&nbsp; There was no choice but continue to see what would be required of her.&nbsp; Taking another look around she would plaster a fake smile on her face. "Okay when do I start and what will I need?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hans</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 02:47:01</strong>
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				"Excellent!" Luke exclaimed, "You start as soon as you are ready." His plan had come together perfectly. "If you'll just follow me I can show you your room and your work attire." Luke then made his way up the marble staircase on the right and made his way down a near by hallway. After walking about twenty feet he opened the third door on the left revealing a bright room glowing with natural sunlight.<br><br>"This will be your room. I apologize for the lack of decor, I haven't had a use for this room since I bought the place." Luke explained. The room was incredibly bare. Other than the queen size bed there was only a small wooden desk in the room. "Your work outfit is on the bed." Luke finished feigning disinterest. In reality he was very excited to see what she would think of her new work outfit. Though he could hardly wait to find out how she would look in it.<br><br>(http://www.3wishes.com/images/vinylmaid-c.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Out of Options (Hand and Rayne Bluestone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayne Bluestone</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:39:39</strong>
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				Cindy looked at the layout of the place as they marched, finding the decor far too flashy for her own taste.&nbsp; Walking into the room the stripper would spin around trying to take the entire room in, how the light floated around the room and touched every little piece inside.&nbsp; At the mention of the uniform, Cindy would turn away so that her grimace at the prospect could not be seen by her new employer.&nbsp; Well it would probably be better then what she had to do for work it honestly couldn't be worse.<br><br>Walking over to the bed she would pick the uniform up hardly even looking at it. "There a place a girl can change in private?"
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