Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)
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				Title: <strong>Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 00:00:46</strong>
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				Sam was an awful mess.&nbsp; Slumping and reclining on the couch, he set aside his laptop and ran a hand through his short, dark hair, wiping the sweat on his bare chest.&nbsp; <em>I guess they're not too worried about getting the fucking AC fixed,</em> he thought with a frown.&nbsp; His apartment had been stifling for the past couple of weeks, and no amount of hassling the landlord seemed to help.&nbsp; So, Sam sat in his well-furnished little sweatbox, drinking lots of water and sleeping with no covers.&nbsp; It was starting to get old, and more than a little frustrating.<br><br>Truth be told, though, the lack of air conditioning was not the only thing causing him to sweat.&nbsp; Sam groaned as he stood, and he stretched hard.&nbsp; Picking up his discarded undershirt from the couch, he used it to dab at his chest and forehead.&nbsp; No, the lack of air conditioning certainly didn't help matters, but Pisces243 was the one to blame.&nbsp; How did she always manage to get him so thoroughly turned on?&nbsp; It was like she knew exactly what to say, every time.&nbsp; Tossing the damp shirt back down onto the couch, Sam adjusted his boxers to accommodate the arousal she had caused, and walked across the living room to the window.<br><br>The room was dark, save for the light spilling out of the small kitchen, which only illuminated his calves, ankles, and feet as he walked.&nbsp; His couch was upholstered in black, long and wide, running the length of one wall, and a low glass coffee table sat in front of it.&nbsp; He had another chair matching the couch, with wide armrests and a thick-cushioned back.&nbsp; Sam liked to have nice things, and he usually saved his money to get them.&nbsp; It paid off with the women that he occasionally brought home... They tended to like nice things as well, and he liked to oblige them.&nbsp; There was a little light coming through the wide-open window; it was the only one in the living room, but it was a large one at least.&nbsp; It covered half the far wall and overlooked the busy city street below.&nbsp; Even at one in the morning, there were cars and people passing by outside, and at that height, the sounds of the city reached him as a steady murmur.&nbsp; Sam closed it up tight with a hopeless sigh... it was the best source of fresh air he had, and it was the reason he chose to sit in the living room when he and Pisces243 had their, well, playtime.&nbsp; More or less.&nbsp; Pulling the heavy curtains shut, he stretched one more time and headed down the narrow hall to the bathroom.<br><br>Sam kept things neat, as a rule.&nbsp; It was not a compulsion, just a preference, as appearances were important him.&nbsp; He had learned early on in his life that you rarely got a chance to make a second impression, and that made the first that much more crucial.&nbsp; That and, of course, he hated any kind of large scale cleaning.&nbsp; Much better to keep things clean than to have it all to handle later, he felt.&nbsp; The bathroom was a perfect example of his philosophy; everything was put away, and all the surfaces shone brightly as Sam flicked on the light.&nbsp; He sat down on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, letting it get hot.&nbsp; Only once it was just shy of scalding did he start the shower, and he stood slowly and slid his boxers down, kicking them away and stepping into the spray of hot water.&nbsp; It had become a bit of a ritual for Sam to shower after his twice-weekly chats with Pisces243.&nbsp; Even before the AC had been busted, it was the only way for him to relax, the only way to come down off of the excitement.&nbsp; <br><br>That was how it usually worked, at least.&nbsp; There were nights, however, where very little seemed to help.&nbsp; He rested his forehead against the tile wall and crossed his arms above him, letting the steaming water roll off of his back and drawing a deep breath as he did his best to calm his nerves.&nbsp; <em>Pisces...</em> It was all he knew her by; they hadn't even exchanged first names, not in weeks of intensely hot chats.&nbsp; That was the thing about them, though.&nbsp; It wasn't about anything but sex, or their version of it.&nbsp; There was no 'How the hell are you' or 'How's the weather out there' or even where 'there' was for the two of them.&nbsp; Only rarely did they ever share any feelings besides a desire to enact the dirtiest, naughtiest, kinkiest situations they could imagine.&nbsp; And considering Sam worked in a sex store, that was saying quite a lot.<br><br><em>Damnit!</em> Sam cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut tight and grimacing.&nbsp; Here he was, trying to relax, and his mind kept drifting in the absolute wrong direction.&nbsp; He pushed off of the tile wall in frustration, and soaped himself up from the neck down.&nbsp; It took a rather large effort not to take matters into his own hands once he reached his cock, as it was still standing very much erect.&nbsp; Grasping it loosely, he gave it a couple of strokes with a soapy hand and made a low groaning sound, slumping to the side against the wall and shuddering faintly.<br><br>That was enough.&nbsp; He finished scrubbing his legs and rinsed off quickly, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.&nbsp; He toweled off and headed to bed, anxious to get some sleep.&nbsp; <em>Shipment day at work tomorrow,</em> he thought.&nbsp; He was looking forward to it, honestly; new merchandise was always fun.&nbsp; He crawled into his bed, rather small compared to the spaciousness of his living room furniture.&nbsp; But then, the tighter the squeeze the better, when there was another person involved.&nbsp; The sheets, for their part, were very nice, very soft and sheer and cool as he curled up on top of them.&nbsp; He was already beginning to sweat again.<br><br><hr><br>Sam slept fitfully, as usual.&nbsp; He woke up a few times, and every time the sheets would be soaked with his sweat.&nbsp; Every time he managed to go back to sleep, he had the most vivid dreams about a girl he couldn't even see.&nbsp; She was there alright, and he could feel her, run his fingertips along her skin, gather her hair in his fist and pull, but he could never see her face or even get a good look at her body.&nbsp; It was like she was always just out of sight, in the shadows of his bedroom.&nbsp; What sleep Sam did actually get wasn't very restful at all.<br><br>Morning came early, and he got up out of bed to take yet another shower.&nbsp; Like it or not, he couldn't go into work stinking like body funk.&nbsp; It wasn't good for business.&nbsp; So, he cleaned himself up, threw on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt, and headed out.&nbsp; Earlier was better today; there would certainly be work to do.&nbsp; All the way to work, though, he still couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to the so-very-hot Pisces243.<br><br>Sam walked into The Love Shack and looked around.&nbsp; It appeared that they were making room for new displays, and there was no one at the counter.&nbsp; It was a good hour before they opened.&nbsp; He passed through the front of the store and into the back, where the back door was open and a pair of his fellow employees sat sorting through several big boxes.&nbsp; "Got something for you," said one, a short-haired blond girl who looked to be in her late twenties.&nbsp; She giggled and pitched Sam a package, a fist-shaped dildo that was much bigger than his own arm.&nbsp; He laughed and tossed it onto an unopened box.<br><br>"Is it not big enough for you, Laney?&nbsp; I can't say I'm surprised," Sam retorted, smirking at her before turning to his co-owner.&nbsp; "Morning, Aida.&nbsp; You cracking the whip on this girl or what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:47:06</strong>
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				<em>Until next time, Libra, think of me, Pisces</em><br><br>Pisces243 also known as Aida Blackwood (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/475b948a2cda8.jpg) signed off from the chat room on AstrologyLove.Com. A shuddering breath fell from her lips as she sat back against her the head board of her four poster bed. Aida had special ordered the bedroom set from overseas having loved a bedroom that was reminiscent of the movie A Knight's Tale. When she stopped at the part of Heath Ledger in the four poster bed, the first thing Aida wanted was a poster bed and afterwords Heather Ledger himself. The bed cost about three of her pay checks but once it was completed, Aida slept like a damn baby in the opulent white bed with white sheets hanging from the rods (http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/1d/b6/7e/four-poster-bed.jpg) to secure herself in and it helped when it came around to bug season. Damn bugs were starting to bother her to bits and every other second was spent smacking her arms and legs to kill any roaming mosquito who tried to feed off of her. Looks like the only thing wanting to get between her legs was the bugs to hit the femoral vein in her inner thigh. What a pathetic night.<br><br>Left to her own doubts and self-pity, Aida pushed herself off of the bed. After a session with Libra, it always left her heightened and sensitive to everything around her. Just these chats were enough to make her orgasm without even having to touch herself. She relied way too fucking much on this electronic chat with some unknown stranger to get her rocks off. For Christ's sake, for all she knew, the person on the other side of the chat room was some eighty-five year old geezer who had three chins and no teeth in his god damn mouth. It was better than the thought she was being aroused by some college punk who was having fun trying to play with her while he impressed his fraternity buddies at the same time. Thank God, she never exchanged any identifying information for she was not that stupid enough to spread her picture or personal address over the internet. No way was her ass ending up on the front page because she was murdered by a psychopath who preyed on women who frequented romance chat rooms. <br><br>Almost felt as if her veins were humming to the tune of the band down in the streets. Just the way the band played tonight could have been a soundtrack to what her mind was going through. Pulled in several directions and she had no clue how to get them all to head towards one single path. The twang of the singer below conveyed the inner turmoil she held and when the last note was sung, it flew away like a firefly towards the Bayou. Oh, if only she knew a couple of voodoo Priestesses to help clear up all the trouble brewing on the outskirts of her life. When the band started to play another tune, Aida walked herself towards the balcony where she could settle herself in one of two wicker seats she picked up at the local swap meet. Here, she spent time watching the sights and smells of New Orleans below and before her very eyes. At one in the morning she should not be awake but asleep in her bed but the band down below and a few individuals brave enough to walk the streets at this hour piqued her interest. The interest held her long enough that when she pulled herself from the sounds of the band, the members had packed up their instruments and gone on their merry way. <br><br>Sighing, Aida took in a gulp of humid air and yawned. It was not the best form to cool herself off but whenever she stood out here and looked at the restoring New Orleans, it took her mind off of her own problems. Her only concern was getting herself down from this inferno she placed herself in by chatting with Libra2790 tonight. Twice a week these chats consumed her erotic thoughts and at times her waking moments. Once, she almost ran over a pedestrian because she imagined Libra taking her to bed and tying her to the bedposts while he drew words with his tongue on her skin. The only reason she managed not to get a ticket was because Aida was friends with a few of the New Orleans police officers. In fact, a few of them were regular customers at the local adult store called The Love Shack on Bourbon Street. Still, she paid a fine and apologized to the pedestrian profusely before going on her way to work. God, what an embarrassment and yet it did not stop her from continuing the weekly dates with Libra2790.<br><br>"I cannot believe I rely on a cyber chat buddy to keep me satisfied," she muttered beneath her breath as she dabbed the sweat from her forehead. The heat wave in New Orleans seemed to not slow down for anyone and not even for the upcoming festivities to hit the town soon enough. All Aida wanted was one day when she did not have to change shirts twice because sweat stained her back and neck. Slowly, Aida made her way back into her bedroom to try and cool her heels from the erotic chat. Her hands slid over and outwards to open the sliding mirrored doors of her closet. After what happened tonight, she needed to take a very cold bath to bring down the fever running rampant in her veins. Once she found the necessary clothes she planned to change into after the bath and what she would wear in a few hours to work, Aida went to wash away the chat. <br><br>*****<br>Morning came without much trouble and after she bathed, Aida fell into a deep sleep. It was a wonder she woke up at six in the morning to open up shop. With Mardi Gras getting closer and closer on the calendar it was essential to have The Love Shack stocked with any and every accessory to benefit the human body. Last year, there was a thirty-nine percent profit made in the weeks Mardi Gras was held. Even when the store was flooded from Hurricane Katrine the insurance policy was enough to cover restoration and get it opened once more to the public. Aida was only too glad to have followed her instinct to have a website set up to ship and attract customers from around the world. The website helped to keep profits out of the red during the first year recovering from Katrina but things were solid now. While the rest of New Orleans needed aid in bringing it back to life whenever it celebrated Mardi Gras it never failed to amaze her. What amazed her even more was the friendship she had more ten years with Sam Brennan who was her best friend and most of all a man. Many never believed men and women could ever be friends and for a while people were mistaken when it came to Sam and Aida. Now, not so much.<br><br>Still, business was great and her friendship with Sam was getting better as the years went by; never did she worry about his choices in products. The order of anal dildos were supposed to come in today, the latest product to hit the sex industry. Apparently, this anal dildo was in the shape of a fist and was supposed to push the kink volume up a few notches. Whatever floated people's boats was not her concern but how much she could float their boats mattered. Aida had no trouble with aiding the other employees in lugging the boxes into the backroom of The Love Shack. As soon as she heard the front door open, Aida, needed to keep her emotions locked down and placed in another box. Putting on a smile and pushing herself into the role of best friend and co-owner to The Love Shack, she smirked at Sam tossing the dildo package away from him. "Laney does not need any whipping because I instilled the fear of being fired into her," she joked as she headed towards the front of the door. It just needed another thirty minutes and it would open up for business. "Sam, come help me put up the new lights to celebrate Mardi. Only two more weeks and this place is going to filled with horny college teenagers." To prevent theft, there were video cameras all around and each of the items were electronically tagged and would go off if someone tried to walk out of the store. Aida planned on getting her money for Mardi Gras.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:16:20</strong>
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				Sam gave Aida a lopsided grin as she mentioned firing Laney.&nbsp; He glanced over to the other girl and let out a soft chuckle.&nbsp; She didn't seem to have any more jokes for the moment, hiding behind her hair and sifting through the box as she tried to pretend her two owner/bosses weren't standing over her.&nbsp; She'd get over it soon enough, Sam knew, and that suited him just fine.&nbsp; He had to say, it was fun watching Aida let the employees know who paid them.<br><br>Turning his attention back to his partner, he nodded at her suggestion about the lights.&nbsp; "Sure thing," he said, and gestured back to the door with a smile.&nbsp; "Ladies first, yeah?"&nbsp; Despite his actions, and having grown up in the deep south, 'gentleman' was not something people called him very often.&nbsp; Oh, he could hold a door open for a girl on occasion, but only to flash them a smile and start a conversation.&nbsp; There was a reason to everything he did, especially when it came to women.&nbsp; In this particular instance, he only gave Aida the right of way so that he could grab up a box of decorations and follow behind her.&nbsp; That, and it was always good to keep your partner happy.<br><br>Despite a few rumors to the contrary, Sam and Aida had never, ever hooked up.&nbsp; It wasn't that she was bad looking, far from it actually.&nbsp; Sam had been involved when they met, and by the time that relationship ended, it was too late for them.&nbsp; They had already become best friends, already talking about opening up their own store, and Sam was sure that getting naked and sweaty together had never seriously crossed either of their minds after that.&nbsp; Besides, fucking your business partner was a horrible idea; everyone knew that, and it wasn't like he was hurting for sex.<br><br>Leaving the back of the store, Sam walked over to the counter and set down the big box.&nbsp; Mardi Gras was a huge deal in New Orleans, and they were in a prime spot to take advantage of all the foot traffic in the Quarter.&nbsp; Sam very much preferred their usual clientele to the drunken college kids that swarmed them during the festivities, but they came with money to burn.&nbsp; In a few days of putting up with the stumbling, blacked-out, thieving, spoiled little fuckers, they would make enough money to be comfortable for the rest of the year.&nbsp; And the new cameras and sensors should make sure they didn't have a single item taken without paying.&nbsp; Not to mention the fact of catching the motherfuckers in the act meant he would have the chance to beat the piss out of them in the back.&nbsp; Sam smiled at the thought as he took a strand of small white lights out of the box and began stringing it along the front of the counter.&nbsp; Best to get it out of the way first, as it would be the first thing the customers would notice when they came in.&nbsp; A few novelty bead necklaces, tossed around just so, and more lights hung around the store... "This is going to look fantastic, Aida.&nbsp; We're going to kill them this year.&nbsp; Once we get this stuff up, I'll bring out some of the new merchandise and set up the new displays."<br><br>Sam continued on with the decorations, a simple and repetitive task that made his mind wander from boredom.&nbsp; Pisces243 popped back in, as soon as she had a chance -- assuming it actually was a she.&nbsp; <em>There are no women on the internet,</em> he thought.&nbsp; That was what they said.&nbsp; But, if Pisces 243 was a man, he was an extremely feminine man.&nbsp; It was a very convincing act if that is what it was.&nbsp; Still, Sam couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and he coughed to clear his throat.&nbsp; "So... How was your night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:33:29</strong>
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				Aida would never fire Laney for Laney did a lot for the store and brought business to The Love Shack. One of Laney's on again/off again boyfriends hosted parties in and around New Orleans as part of his job as an adult party planner. A few of his parties were hen or rooster parties that needed a few toys, movies and games to incite the male and female attendants. Laney's boyfriend was a regular customer to buy boxes upon boxes of items and referred more customers to the shop. Right now Laney and Rob were on the rocks because of commitment issues but Aida was not worried about their money situation. With Mardi Gras, The Love Shack was sure to pull in more than enough to cover the mortgage for the next two to three months. All Aida was worried about was the college students thinking they were master robbers and trying to run off with their merchandise. Still, she left the rough handling to Sam who could handle the dirt bags without breaking a sweat.<br><br><em>Sweat drips down your chest as you take me against the wall, Libra</em><br><br>Bad, very bad idea to think about sweat after what happened last night with Libra. Aida almost tripped over her own feet with the box of expensive glass dildos in her hands. The glass dildos had the various colors in honor of Mardi Gras and even could be engraved to showcase the year it was bought at Mardi for an extra twenty five dollars. While the glass dildos would not break unless it was thrown a few stories up, Aida did not want to take the chance in anything and yet here she was about to drop them on the floor. Aida needed to get her shit together before it started to affect her work. So far, she managed to not let the cyber chats get to her and able to date without any problem. In fact, she had a date tonight with a local blues musician who planned to take her to a few clubs and perhaps even to the bar. Aida had no problem at all dating and even sleeping with men but it was the connection she never seemed to get with them.<br><br>Not to say she slept with Sam. Nope but that opportunity went off a long time ago on way one trip to Friendsville and never came back. Yes, she had a thing for him back when she met him ten years back but he had been in a relationship. Aida was not the kind to break up a relationship for her own petty gain. When Sam did end his relationship but then she had seen him as a confidante and true best friend to the fucking end. He had her back and always would she have his back. Besides, with the way she saw Sam with other women, he was not the kind of man for her. Sam was not an abusive jerk or one who treated women like garbage but the way he went through them like tissues was not her idea of a relationship. Aida knew Sam was his own person and did not judge him for it but for her, she wanted to at least settle down within the next few years.<br><br>In the next month, Aida would turn the big 3-0 and also celebrate ten years of friendship with Sam. "This place better look good or I am going to rip someone a new asshole," she jokingly said while flipping her hair this way and that way. At The Love Shack there usually was an air of joking around and relaxation. Why be uptight over sex toys and riding crops? Sometimes she pulled out a whip and tried to scare the new employees by whacking them to work harder at their jobs. It usually had her making sure there was no sexual harassment but after a while the employees joined in on the fun when there were moments of silence in the place. With the way the sex industry was coming out with new gadgets and toys, there was never a dead time at The Love Shack. <br><br>As Aida worked on setting up the glass dildos in an eye catching formation, she glanced up from her job to look over to Sam. "My night...was interesting. I had the musician I have been seeing. You know? Tomas to come over and show me a bit of his work. We ended up making use of my couch and he left to get to his next performance." Yes, nothing like lying about her night to try and keep Sam from finding out she got off on cyber chats with an unknown stranger. Whoever this stranger was, he knew how to push her hot buttons. Eyeing one of the glass dildos, inwardly she smiled at taking one home and going over the saved logged chats of Libra. God, she was pathetic but at least she had Sam to keep things in perspective with her life in New Orleans versus the world she played in as Pisces243. "How was your night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 00:17:33</strong>
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				Sam barely listened to Aida as he continued his task of stringing up the lights.&nbsp; The bits he did catch sounded interesting enough, but his mind was preoccupied.&nbsp; Dragging a stepladder from behind the counter and pulling more lights out of the box, he started working his way along the wall, hanging them over a display of lubes.&nbsp; Pisces refused to let him go.&nbsp; Pressing his palms flat against the wall, he nearly shivered as he thought about their chat.<br><br>He had held her wrists like that, hard against the wall above her head as they kissed.&nbsp; Sam's chest swelled with a long, deep breath as he tried to relax.&nbsp; Carefully, awkwardly, he kept on with his work of hanging lights, even as thoughts of her overwhelmed him.<br><br><em>I drive into you rough and deep as your legs wrap around my waist.</em><br><br>It was tough to stay focused on his job, and all but impossible to pay attention to Aida.&nbsp; All he could think of was Pisces, bouncing on his cock while he thrust into her, holding her tight and shoving her hard into the wall again and again and again.&nbsp; She was always so... <em>intense,</em> he thought with a faint nod.&nbsp; That was the only way to describe her.&nbsp; He couldn't remember sex ever being so intense in real life.&nbsp; Pisces was eager for it, hungry for it, and she gave Sam all he could handle and then some.&nbsp; So unlike most girls; a lot of them seemed to think getting naked and lying on their back was all they needed to do.&nbsp; Dead fucks, only good for a quick release.<br><br>Sam was yanked out of his daydreams by Aida's question, just as he reached out to string the lights onto a far hook.&nbsp; "Ah!&nbsp; Oh, fuck-"&nbsp; The strand fell away as he nearly tumbled off of the stepladder, swinging his arms to try and regain his balance.&nbsp; He just barely managed to keep from falling, and it took a moment of catching his breath before he could answer.&nbsp; "...My night?&nbsp; I, uh... didn't do anything.&nbsp; I was tired.&nbsp; I stayed up late Tuesday night, so..."<br><br>That much was true, at least.&nbsp; He had stayed late at a bar down the street, talking to a cute blond.&nbsp; Sarah?&nbsp; Sora?&nbsp; Serena?&nbsp; Something like that... there was an S and an R, he was pretty sure.&nbsp; Sam hadn't done more than make out with her, even though he had considered taking her back to his place.&nbsp; The opportunity had been there, but... Well, he hadn't made the move, and some other guy had.&nbsp; Sam hadn't even been disappointed.<br><br>That in itself made him wonder, and not for the first time.&nbsp; When his last long-term relationship had ended, he had sworn that he would never go through it again.&nbsp; It was much better to keep things casual.&nbsp; He had been doing just fine since then.&nbsp; So why was Sam turning down chances at no-strings-attached fucking?&nbsp; Was the whole game just getting old?&nbsp; Pisces sure as hell seemed able to hold his interest.&nbsp; Sam felt like a loser at that thought, but it was true.<br><br>It was not a train of thought that made Sam feel very good about himself, so he brushed it from his mind as best he could.&nbsp; "I just went to bed early.&nbsp; I'm glad you had fun, though.&nbsp; I might try and do something tonight, since I'm going to be working my ass off after that."&nbsp; He convinced himself as he spoke.&nbsp; He was just at a low point; the only thing to do was keep pushing on.&nbsp; He needed to get his swagger back.&nbsp; Mardi Gras was right around the corner, and self-pity was only going to distract him from the important thing, all the money they were going to make.&nbsp; A good, thorough fucking was just what he needed to get his head on straight.<br><br>Gathering up the fallen strand of lights, he hung it up on the hook and stepped down, dragging the stepladder to the next wall.&nbsp; "You want to come out with me tonight?&nbsp; You know, it's been a while."&nbsp; Having Aida around always did wonders for his chances at hooking up, now that everyone knew they weren't together.&nbsp; More importantly, she was great fun to hang out with.&nbsp; Even if he didn't manage to get any interest, the night wouldn't be a total loss if she was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections (Will and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 21:47:06</strong>
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				This was how it went in their dynamics when it came to going through the motions of actually doing work. Most of the time, Aida went to work on the receipts but she left it to Sam in case there were a few discrepancies she wanted his comment on. A few months back, a former employee was charging less on the products whenever his buddies came around to buy items from the store. Only when Aida planted her younger cousin, Maria, to hear and watch the employee give half off of an non-clearance item and charge it under a less expensive one, had Aida gone berserk. She went off on this employee like it was the end of the world and wanted to get one last argument in; poor male and he broke down under her insults and disappointment.<br><br>Now, Aida was more diligent about checking the books every other week to keep consistency. It was pure luck the employee was found out before he literally handed out expensive glass dildos as ten dollar latex ones to his friends and lovers. Aida made sure to give him the worst recommendation when he had the gall to ask if she could give him one for his next job. The little bastard deserved it and she was glad to have used his frustration out on Libra when she pulled at his hair and raked her nails down his back. Aida had a thing for pulling hair and scratching someone with her nails. If she could find a man who did not mind those two things, Aida might marry them on the spot. Still, since Libra was the only man in her life, she contended with having to do it through a chat system.<br><br>However, she needed to keep an eye on Sam not killing himself in the process of stringing out lights. She dropped the clipboard held in her hands to steady the step ladder. The cracking sound indicated a few of the naughty strands had broken but Aida cared less about the lights. The lights could be fixed but if Sam was hurt, she doubt men like him were replaceable. What Aida was concerned about was Sam almost breaking his neck. Where the hell was his head? "Usually, you are coordinated even at the crack of someone's ass, Sam. You feeling okay?," Aida asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Aida listened to his story before having to fight not letting a smile appear on her face. <br><br>Silently, Aida called Will bull shit on not doing anything last night. The man usually had a bevvy of women surrounding him and he usually brought, sometimes, more than one, back to his place to a night cap. Usually the night cap was ending up in his bed but Aida did not complain. Sam kept his end of the bargain of handling the business and as long as he kept his personal business away from their professional, Aida tended to ignore the women who made up his harem. A few times the women came in to buy a few lingerie or toys to tempt or get closer to Sam but Aida was happy because it brought more money to their pockets. <br><br>Aida glanced up from her box of the second box of penis beads (http://www.nolaimports.com/store/images/Black_PeniswEyes.jpg) (in honor of Mardi Gras), she thought over whether or not to go out with Sam tonight. After what happened last night and this morning, maybe it was best to go back to her place to finish herself off. Already, she was revving to take her new vibrator into the bath tub and see if it did hit the Gspot over and over as it promised on the box. While the interest in hitting the big O a few times appealed to her, Aida could not drop out on being Sam's wing man. Well, wing woman to be exact and when was the last time she hung out with Sam? Recently, she kept canceling on the few times of hanging out in order to keep her sexual interest under control.<br><br>It would be weird to try and hit on other men when in reality she wanted Libra. Hell, Libra could be a woman or perhaps even a little boy but it felt as if it was someone who was not a creeper. No, it was almost as if it was the man of her fucking dreams. Strange how two conversations a week with Libra practically had her pondering whether he was her soul mate. Aida was out of this world pathetic. Right now, she needed to take back her social life and by hanging out with her best friend, Aida might be able to forget Libra. Even if it meant having to pull a few tricks on the women in New Orleans for Sam. Already she had a few ideas of what to use to find Sam a girl for the night while she made sure none of them were crazy bitches.<br><br>"Are we going to pull the stunt where I pretend you are a famous up and coming musician? Or the one where I say you are the man who got away and is the best lover this side of Louisiana?," she asked, going through a list of clothes options to wear for the night. If they hit the bar, she wanted to wear comfortable jeans and to keep the drunks from grabbing her ass. The last time, Aida wore a skirt, some ass slapped her ass and he ended up on the floor with a pitcher of beer over his face. She left before being asked to leave the bar but it was a funny story the next time she let Sam talk about it with the employees.<br><br>Standing back to look at the display, she nodded at the success of how it looked. If it looked great from the inside, it was going to attract attention from the outside. With Mardi Gras just a few more days away, their shop was going to have to keep all of its employees on lock down. Aida had to give up a few days of Mardi Gras and she planned to take a few days from her employees. The incentive to keep them from not showing up was a bonus in their checks if they took at least three four hour shifts during Mardi Gras. The bonus could be anything from a bucket of free sex toys to a hundred and fifty dollar bonus in their upcoming checks. Either way, they had a few employees willing to suck it up for The Love Shack. Money and sex toys were the best bribes in Aida's opinion.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright, I am up for tonight."<br><br>Aida only hoped the night turned out to be a blast rather than a fucking bummer. 
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