Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:37:21</strong>
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				"And that, Leonard as they say ... is that." He nodded, smiling to himself. There was more reason to celebrate tonight than it has ever been before. Earlier in the morning today a criminal prosecutor won The State Vs. Jonas Humpfrey in a landslide victory, and Mr. Humpfrey was none the least pleased. But then again the motive of this case was simple; Guy holds up a bank, bank complies gratefully with his wishes. Guy makes his escape. Security officer's gun goes off by mistake. Strikes the guy in the foot, and the whole world collapses. The guy sues The State for bearing promiscuous negligence in the use of a firearm as no warning shot was announced and since he was wounded he deserved the right to compensation.<br><br>"And the funny thing, Leonard was how he would have been allowed to go free ... if only he'd have admitted guilt. I mean you can't possibly go around waving a gun in a crowded bank during daytime now, do you without bearing any ill intentions. The coroner clarified the guard's gun went off accidentally as his skin temperature and facial palpitations as noted in a virtual environment showed there was only twelve percent chance he'd pull the trigger. And that, my friend ... " He was interrupted by Leonard who ends the sentence for him.<br><br>"Exactly, so now if you must excuse me ... I have a celebration to attend to." He hung up the phone and made his way to the bar in their house, pouring himself another glass of champagne.<br><br>Affectionately refered to as "The Dude", Donald Guy was a successful prosecutor and a good one. He never took the case unless he absolutely had to and he knew the other party wasn't innocent. And he had been doing this for a long time now. What he haven't been doing, lately however was his full time job he started making a living from ever since he turned 13.<br><br>Affectionately refered to as, "Two Shot Ronald" he was the most notorious thief who has yet to be caught by the authorities. Of course, the JFK heist was the last one he pulled and even that was several years ago. Now he's ony passing the time and living the life of luxury a respected lawyer could hope for. Unless of course, something even better comes up that would be too hard to refuse.<br><br>Donald aka Two-Shot makes his way to his bedroom, turning on the TV and laying on his back letting the environment consume him as he plants eyedrops to each of his eyes as prescribed by the optician a few months back. He was already short sighted and to invite any more precarious implications to his life was the last he wanted. Dozing off slightly, he felt his guard dropping down as he seared off to a deep sleep ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:09:31</strong>
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				If there was such a thing as too much sass embodied then one would get the result of the redhead currently eyeing the grand mansion of Donald Guy, a smile curved on her sweet lips. Dixie McClain was a female that not many could even dare to control, at least not when her innocent mask was dropped for the devilishly impish reality of her personality. And at the moment that façade was down and out. Instead the minx shifted slightly, stretching out her body, lithe and curvy in the tight black clothing she wore. Tight, scandalous black pants fitting to nearly every curve of her body, revealing toned, long legs, a black belt across the womanly flare of her hips. The lines of her body flowed up from there, flat stomach, curving back, and then the slope of her breasts, restrained by the tight snug fit of her black top, a turtle neck that encased the lower part of her slender neck, yet it had short sleeves to keep her cool. Her arms were clad in black elbow length gloves, fingers merely elegant points of them. <br><br>She was as ready as she would ever be and with a gamine grin to herself she tied up the mass of her fire red hair, completely natural and completely uncontroable with its errant wisps and curls. It added to her charm though, what with that mass of red hair, faint freckles dusted lightly over the bridge of her nose and eyes like aquamarines it was no wonder she could twine any male with a mile radius of her around her finger. Her lips quirked, the smile gaining a cocky edge, and females too if she worked at it. Her nose was long, strong, but it fit someone with the striking classical strutting of her cheekbones and the cupids bow of her pale pink lips. <br><br>Dixie moved slowly, making her way across the grounds, through all sorts of security measures, all as easy as if she were waltzing. And perhaps she was, this was just a game to her after all. A slight flush touched her cheeks with eagerness and anticipation, this was the very best sort of game to play. Her lithe body sprinted across the open areas, her body slipping easily into the shadows, the black of her clothing, even her supple leather boots making it easy for her to move. She found the proper place, a rocky wall covered in ivy and began to climb carefully, having stolen plans to this house to learn the secrets of the manor, scaling the side of the house with the ease of a ballerina in a spin. At the top, reaching near the roof, with two feet of no footholds she reached, stretching out her body to snag her arms on the rim of the roof and then flip herself vertically up and over, landing on it with the grace and quiet of a cat stalking. Her smile flashed again before it disappeared and she moved, there was a attic window up here, the least like place to be noticed for an entrance. <br><br>And she was in.<br><br>Her hands rubbed together in glee and she moved off, slipping out of the attic and down into the main house, using shadows and the floor plans imprinted in her mind to move around easily. She was hear to lift one of his paintings, a small little Monet worth far more then Mr. Guy deserved. And if she happened to snag some of his gems while she was at it, well she had always liked diamonds.<br><br>She found the gallery the small Monet was in, carefully removing it from its frame silently, spending a good thirty minutes in the darkness working on it. Freed and rolled carefully, it was placed in a cylinder canister she had brought with her, strapped over her back. She moved on then, walking like a feline, gracefully dangerous as she made her way to his office, her eyes lighting up. Diamonds were a girls best friend after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:00:48</strong>
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				Times loses all meaning when you're having a good time. That was the name of the game. He was with beautiful ladies. Cold margeritas and hot senoritas, as the saying goes. This was a tropical beach, there was none of the metropolitan bullshit. Nobody from home is gonna bother Two Shot now, hell nobody from even within a two hundred mile radius is gonna bother him...<br><br>"Excuse me, Sir... Are you drinking that?" What the hell, he looks back. It can't be.<br><br>Donald Guy is smiling at him, sipping on whiskey and wearing that annoying glare he took everywhere he went. "Because if you arn't I advise you to exercise haste and take care of matters more rational at hand."<br><br>This was one messed up dream, celebration or not Two Shot knew he shouldn't have had a few too many shots because too much alcohol didn't agree well with his system, which is the basic rationale surrounding any normal human being but then again he was in a dimension where he was talking with his other pseudo half so sanity was something he either cannot afford, or chose to give up long time ago.<br><br>"Thomas versus Belarus - The man was convicted but never proved guilty because he was rendered a lunatic who thought too much, asked too much, yet agreed to settle for the least plausible outcome to any presented notion ... "<br><br>"Man ... stop ... "<br><br>"But what should the prosecution signify? They could have worked it out should they have paid the least attention to the fact ... "<br><br>"Be gone ... "<br><br>"That there is something you must know!"<br><br>***<br><br>He opens his eyes. Here was the famous thief, the unnerving lawyer laying on his back, passed out over the couch he didn't remember falling in. Grouching mutely he stood up, something didn't seem right. He scratched the side of his head and listened again. A mouse, a stray pet? In this neighbourhood... unlikely. With the agility of a lithe cat he pinned himself against the other wall, his whole body tense... posture cemented against it's surroundings as he seems more a part of the concrete on his back than the mere flesh and fragment that makes him. The hall! His mind beckons at him. <br><br>Two-Shot prances quickly, jumping from one shadow to another trying to make sure he can maintain his balance and quickness at par with his breaths... for anything not stifled he runs the risk of making his presence - and the knowledge of the intruder's presence - known. An eyeball glares through a bedroom window with the entire body invisible, cloaked against the dark ... and that eye finally acknowledges the target. Female... early twentys perhaps. Extremely lithe. He'd have to be quick. <br><br>Pulling a small handgun as if from nowhere he jumps right in front of her, weapon pointed inches away from her face... the other hand ready to grasp behind her Two-Shot smiles. "Steady, darling. Lost on your way to the store?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:41:53</strong>
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				When a handgun's barrel became the thing directly before her line of sight it was all Dixie could do to not duck and tumble away, heading for the nearest door or window to get free. Greedy, greedy, perhaps she should have just taken the painting and gone, but the painting was for the client, the diamonds would have been for she herself. And well Two Shot was infamous, it wouldn't have hurt her career or standing in the least to have boosted some of his ice and not only that but flaunted it. It was so tiresome to try and make a name for oneself sometimes. Instead of jerking away and running like most thieves would have she summoned a smile to her full lips and put the full force of it into the aquamarine of her eyes.<br><br>"Now sir, going around pointing guns at young ladies is no way to charm them." <br><br>Dixie hadn't missed this his voice was deep, rich and rolling, a real males voice, just how she liked them. Her eyes slowly trailed down his form, one hand going to settle on a the flare of her hip as she let body poster sway, creating a form of all sweet female lines that usually distracted all but the most seasoned of males. She would use every tool in her arsenal, every one. Especially that she was female and he was male and she could give him a case of the blue balls before she skedaddled out of here. Her smile turned a hint sultry even as she lifted up her other hand to release the tie on her full red curls, letting them fall to frame her delicately made face and hoping it added to her winsome charm. <br><br>"Not the store handsome, sorry, your study had more interest for me but apparently the gig is up, so I'll just leave you and your ice be, I have other dates to meet as well." Her eyes crinkled slightly as she laughed inwardly as her own sauciness, lips puckering as she let her hand come to them before she blew him a kiss and then shockingly turned to present him with her backside as she walked with a swaying step away from him, giving him an ample view of her charms and hoping he would just let it be. After all he was a thief himself, or had been, he had to allow for thieves to do their work, even if he foiled them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 22:36:22</strong>
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				"Oh dear, whatever happened to my manners?" Two-shot smiled, gun still trained at his thiefstress's head. The jig indeed was up, from the looks of it she was aware who he was before he could have had the chance to even introduce himself properly so this was no simple burglary. He wondered and it dawned upon him. It could mean one of three possiblities; Either she has been sent by the authorities or one of his rivals to trace him. Possibly worse she could have been following his escapades closely and eventually ended up finding him, one left wing anarchist to another... whatever happened to honor among thieves?<br><br>Of course this proved his secret was no longer safe should the third assumption be true, all it takes is one crack in the dam before everything comes flowing out. He's gonna have to take care of this right here and now. Two-Shot encircled here, her demeanor insisted this was not the first time she has had a gun pointed at her, but had she known anything about Two-Shot he has never once succumbed to swift manuevers... now a beautiful female in a nice wrapped black suit was another matter. <br><br>"Too bad for your other dates, we just decided to play a little longer than planned." His deep voice booming as she stood there with the painting in one hand. "Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?" He pressed the gun against her head gently to make her move forward, his free hand ready for any surprises. It's been awhile since Two-Shot's seen action but rusty he was not. He needed answers and the beautiful minx shall provide him.<br><br>"Avoir un siège mademoiselle`". She looked at him quizzingly, he rubbed his free hand against the forehead smiling and repeated. "Please, have a seat." He sat right next to her, pouring two glasses of whiskey. The solitary celebration hours ago seemed pale in comparison to the excitement now at hand. Indeed, now he had company of a beautiful maiden who wanted to rob him of his hard earned Monet. None of the items here belonged to his coarse endeavours so that's why it hurt a bit to have it thefted but such was the law of nature.<br><br>"What you take, is thus taken from you... yet what's yours shall always be returned. Entendez-vous? Makes sense?" He handed her the glass and sipped casually from his own. "Which of course, brings us to the ever famous question; What are you doing here and how do you know about me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 23:17:11</strong>
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				Apparently when her luck ran out it really ran out. Greed had been her downfall, but at least it hadn't been something else or worse, it was Two Shot, even if he was now a 'regular' lawyer and he couldn't very well turn her over to the police very easily, or if he did she would make certain they knew exactly who he was. She had a bargaining chip in that and she would use it. Still she loathed having guns pointed at her and so she threw herself down into the chair with a huffing sulk, her beautiful face displaying it to quiet the dramatic effect. Dixie crossed her arms beneath her breasts, even slimmed down in her black skin tight costume they were an eyeful and purposefully lifted them to play the femme fatal card&nbsp; bit more thoroughly. <br><br>"No those aren't manners at all mister, you are still pointing a gun at my head." She tsked, crossing one leg to show off their shape even as her aquamarine eyes glittering in the low lighting of the room he had guided her into. With a heavy sigh she tossed him the container that held the painting, inwardly cringing at the fact that the client was likely to take its loss out of her hide. She did so hate failing on jobs. "And I happen to rather like keeping my other dates..." Her eyes went a touch hard then, the strength of a woman who was in a position of work that most never dared dream of. <br><br>"I would rather remain alive if its all the same to you..." And she really would, however entertaining it was to be eyed like a dangerous snake by a man who was rather handsomer then her usual marks and who had the flair to speak french to her. French, she sighed, her shoulders slumping with it even as she plucked a loose red tress to twine about her fingers, her gaze fixed on him. Dixie accepted the glass of brandy and sniffed at it, watching to make sure that he drank first before she took her own sip of the fiery liquor. It burned down her throat and spread a nice feeling to the rest of her body even as she folded up her legs beneath her on the couch and leaned toward him with a smile flashing across her lips to replace the pout.<br><br>"Ah, but my dear lawyer, you must realize that if I were to tell you that I would loose some of my advantage." her eyes sparkled with mirth and challenge even as she leaned in to invade his personal space, her face hovering just inches from him. Somehow she made her face set in deadly serious lines even with the abundant red waves of her hair still cascading down around her, her breath tickled against his skin as she breathed out her next words, scented with his good whiskey "And I'm sure you understand, a lady must keep her secrets..." She giggled then, pulling away from the teasing invasion to stand, trusting the gun would be lowered by now, she hoped, leaving the painting sadly at his side. "C'est vrai? Is that how you say it?" She shrugged her shoulders, shaking out her long red hair and smiling.<br><br>"You've the painting and you foiled me, that should be enough for any man, more then I give most." She laughed again, winking at him playfully. "Much more, now would you be so kind as to let me go? I wasn't joking about the staying alive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 01:45:25</strong>
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				Ha! Poor girl. She was more concerned of death than what was to happen should she refuse him again, Two-Shot thought. He gulped the shot down in one go, and tinkling the crystal glass with ice he poured himself another drink. Outside the clock struck three in the morning. Unlike other days his morning was just beginning. <br><br>He made himself comfortable on the couch, gun still pointed at her. "I'm sure by now you've realized death is not my fortitude. I deal in disappearances and art, not in lead." He took a small sip, steadying himself as he leaned forward tapping the muzzle against her forehead. "But should you know anything about me, you must know the primary notion; I hate killing when things can be dealt with... peaceful means. But that doesn't mean my patience won't run out shall the adversary prove to be a bit too gratifying."<br><br>He leaned back, his eyes on her vivacious figure as the thiefstress crossed and uncrossed her legs and the voice rang in his mind why is he bothering with trivialities when he can do so much what the old gang used to do; Play with her like a ragdoll and toss her about in lake Alfred the next morning. But then again that was the difference between them and him. The old gang doesn't exist and here was Two-Shot alive and kicking, and in the company of a beautiful companion whose intentions he still very much had to uncover. <br><br>She was playing the minx, a trick extremely valid and necessary in her trade. A woman of her kind would always keep a secret no matter how dire the circumstances yet he has also learned in his experience that they prioritize a lot, and at the moment it'd be running in her mind how worthy is the knowledge to her which he had humbly requested her to depart with. Some secrets arn't just worth taking to the grave. <br><br>Of course she was smiling and staying at ease, indeed the painting is still in his posession and none of the other crystals appear to be out of place but the idea still bothered him. "You see, mademoiselle`... Nous avons a petit problème, and this little problem at hand signifies I don't take kindly to intruders breaking into my house and making away with my beauties, not that I am not charmed to be in your company... croyez-moi! However this little problem entails a much bigger problem and that is you know about who I really am."<br><br>He stands up and walks to her where she is sat and gets on his knees to level his gaze with hers, his hand caressing her other one. "And whilst I might even let you get away with the painting, I just don't believe that'd solve my enquiry into the debacle we have here. How'd you know about me and who are you?" His eyes still staring in hers, his hand clicks hers against the mahogany table next to the couch. She's just been handcuffed.<br><br>"Comprendre ma chérie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 02:11:06</strong>
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				Death may not have been his fortitude but it didn't leave her mind that it was other's, and she really didn't want to risk the displeasure of a client, the way that might blacken her name, the danger it would put her in. And well, perhaps she should have never taken a job from a mob boss but she had been so sure she could do it and get out without any issue. Her wide eyes, so innocent in appearance watched the once infamous thief carefully as he moved closer to her. "I never said I was your adversary." <br><br>Her words were a whisper, breathy as they left her lips, feeling how his eyes moved over her and knowing the weight of his gaze. What would he do to her then? No police, and he didn't like to kill, so what else was there? He didn't have the rep of a man who enjoyed torture, didn't get his jollies off to blood and screams, at least not that she had heard. Those sorts of crazies even she steered clear of. Some men should be kept in mental hospitals.....no she couldn't go down that thought line, she had to focus on the here and now. As he moved toward her she turned, backing up to her chair again to sink down and sit letting him cage her for the moment, though Dixie would admit to herself she liked how lose his body was to hers, the tension that filled the few inches between them. <br><br>His eyes were rather compelling, which was why she didn't glance down at first when she felt his hand caressing her own. It annoyed her that her breathing was a little quick but there was nothing she could do she had played the first hand in a game of sexual tension, now she could only flash her sultry, winsome smile and hope it got her out of dodge like it normally did. Then she felt the cold metal bracelet upon her hand, her heart jerking to a stop. The girl's eyes narrowed and she lifted her free hand to strike him hard and sound across the face.<br><br>"I've been playing nice mister, even with your gun waved at my face, pressing against my head, I ain't draw a gun nor dagger nor tried to poison you, we played a game, like all thieves do and I lost." She sulked again this time with less sex appeal her body folding inward and away from him as her aquamarine gaze viewed him through her narrowed eyes, wariness and disdain in the line of her compressed lips. "I am not your dear! As to how I found out who you are..." <br><br>The redhead shrugged her shoulders, her breasts swaying a touch with the movement in their solid black encasing. "The client told me, figured I should know who I was going up against, must have been one of your old marks or something. I don't know, I don't ask questions of the men who hire me, too many questions and even a pretty face like mine gets cut up, now will you please" she jerked hard on the handcuff, enough to welt her pale skin, the skin all redheads had "let" another jerk, careless of the pain or injury she was causing herself at the moment. "me go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:30:43</strong>
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				"A client she says!" Two-Shot rejoices, and then jumping up he walks around the room as if doing his celebratory dance. At least it was evident now she was willing to talk. But how easy could that have been was not the question, the main concern at the moment was what he could do with this knowledge, if there is an old "client" there who has the information on him, it could work wonders. Maybe it's a network, maybe it's a stray... maybe he's had too many drinks and there's no telling what he might end up doing or where they'd finish... but one thing was sure. He was just getting started, and in his mind the crowd was already calling for an encore. <br><br>She kept looking at him, was she shocked? He couldn't tell but it was obvious she didn't seem pleased at all. He kept spinning his handgun over his index finger, the safety being switched off of course for it'd have been a bit disorienting for any one of them getting shot in this debacle and the story taking a different turn. "Okay, I'll stop doing this." He pushed the gun back in the waistband of his pants and looked at her quizzically. "Though, forgive me for saying this mademoiselle, but I have reason to believe you're not being very truthful... comprende?"<br><br>He walked around admiring her, then taking her other hand in his before it could come slapping he stopped it a few inches away from his face. "Aggressive, are we?" Then pulling her up he bent her on the table and locked her other hand against the other end of the table, he wondered if she'd figured the trick yet of how he can keep producing these handcuffs. <br><br>"Now écoutez attentivement, mademoiselle`. The first rule of the game is to make sure that a fugitive is not carrying any weapons!" He spread her legs, his warm hands moving over her shapely bottom clad in tight black pants, letting it ponder and stay for awhile than originally meant... before slipping towards her legs and petting the insides &amp; outsides of her crotch. "Hmm, seems to be all clear ... oh, wait!" His hands then dipped in towards her front, raising her upper body a bit as he dipped his hands inside her top, one of his foot wrapped around in an arc over her legs to stop he from making a move should she want to kick him. He withdrew after a bit of inspection. <br><br>"I have my doubts, but this should suffice for now. So, who is your 'boss' or 'client'... Miss... ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:45:34</strong>
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				He was odd, frustrating and singularly fascinating. <br><br>Not exactly how she wanted to think of a mark, especially one that now her handcuffed to his desk. Her throat worked as she tried to hold back the retort that immediately wanted to come to her lips, her temper was not her biggest asset after all and she had already given him enough information. Silence then, she would remain mute, at least that was something she could do as her bright eyes followed him walking around the room warily. He seemed to like playing with guns, personally she was more a strangling type of girl, less noise, closer contact, easier to get rid of the object and harder to narrow it down to what actually had done the thing. And well, one didn't always have to kill with cutting off the breath, she knew how to make people go to the point of passing out and then leaving them alive. She didn't like blood, or death, neither really. <br><br>When he tucked his gun back into his pants she let out a sigh of relief, her eyes narrowing as he questioned her honesty. She had given him an answer, that was all she planned to give him, nothing more and while she never lied she certainly did dance a merry line around the truth. Though she had to say she was shocked that he had caught her hand and her eyes darkened in a glare even as she flounced her hair, turning her head up and away from him as if she would ignore him. However he made that impossible, damn the man, but manhandling her over the table and handcuffing her other hand as well. That made her angry, her temper already frayed starting to crack and flare as she jerked against the metal again. "What are you a damn copper now Two Shot? Wouldn't think you had such a thing for handcuffs..." she muttered savagely under her breath, ready to make his ears burn with her ire.<br><br>And then his hands were moving over her body, strong and firm, deft touches seeking out weapons. Not that she had any. Oh lord the humliation of being helpless while a man touched her so, clearly exploring all of her form and not just for the search of something that could harm him. "Get your ....god....damn...bloody hands off me!" She swore at him, cursing and struggling against the holds on her wrists, her frustrated voice wavering from a crisp American accent to show touches of Irish in it. When his hands dipped inside her shirt and touched her breasts, feeling around her bra she did try to kick him, only to find he had her well and truly pinned. A sound rather like a growl of frustration sounded from her throat, though it was laced with the same husky sweetness that all her voice had. When he withdrew she was panting and glaring daggers. <br><br>"I am not telling you anything more, you asked me how I knew, I told you. I tell you more my life won't be worth a shit once I have to go back and I don't feel like giving a swine my name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 19:39:44</strong>
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				She was not taking kindly to this treatment, but why? Two-Shot was out of words and there seemed no way to justify this moment; Wasn't he being a gentleman after all, he is letting her live, and surprising as everything may turn out to be later it would be no shame if he changed his mind. "Ahh, women." He smirked, still working his hands boldly over her, giving the beautiful lady a few finishing touches to cater to his curiosity if it turns out, she does posses a weapon. Or maybe just to feel her up? His mind beckoned and Two-Shot shook his head, of course... this was not gentlemanly at all. To call it so would be spitting in the face of charming and wonderful men all around the globe who bear testament to his wonderful notion. <br><br>"A l'aise, mademoiselle`." He insisted as she shook herself, trying to let go of his hold. He pulled back, and she did lash out with her leg at the last minute. Good thing was he was standing away, the bad part was how she could have almost connected this against his family jewels, and that was one set of crystals he can't bear to depart with. "You know, ma chère I've actually decided not to kill you because that'd be a waste of your talent and your beauty. Somehow it breaks my heart to see you so helpless, so defenseless..." He danced around her, as if waltzing to a Mozart only he can make out. The sight of her helpless self on the table was indeed some sight, and it didn't make matters easier she tried to lash out whenever he came closer.<br><br>"However as far as your security is concerned I have no idea why it should bother me. A pretty face like yours can get up, which would be a sincere pity but nonetheless unavoidable. I'm sure you have managed to survive for this long, you'll be able to pull for a few more, PROVIDED!" He shouted in glee, coming to a stop as he leaned against the other end of the table, looking directly in her eyes. "... that you are smart and tell me exactly what I wish to know, otherwise you know the age old saying which goes 'you won't survive the rest of the night... etcetra` etcetra`."<br><br>He withdrew back, arms crossing against his chest. "You do know I have several ways to make people talk, right?" She stared at him tight lipped, and what she said was not shat he wanted to hear. Sighing, and shaking his head he made his way around again. This is going to be one long night by the looks of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:35:14</strong>
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				<em>"Ahh, women."</em><br><br>Women? Oh Lord almighty she would show him what women could do if only he let her go. She muttered curses quiet foul under her breath about him, his family and his dim wit as his hands lingered far too long on her body, bold and so sure of himself. If she had been the type to use a weapon she would have shot him, or stabbed him by now. And why, why did a man who handcuffed her, insulted her and questioned her have to possess such a delicious voice, deep and rolling with richness, most especially when he spoke French to her. Dixie half contemplated slamming her head hard against the desk to give herself pain to focus on instead of the fact that was was attracted to the thief turned lawyer who had caught her. But no, that would not help much, just rattle her wits and likely make her look like an idiot. Besides, he would likely provide plenty of pain of some sort eventually and she didn't overly like bashing herself into things.<br><br>Her breath came quickly, half panting as she struggled with her temper and glared daggers at the handsome lawyer. "Again sir, I am not your dear, though its sooooo reassuring that you decided not to kill me." Her angry tone was well laced with her Irish accent now, and she all but snorted in contempt at his comment about his heart breaking at her being helpless. So clearly it was not breaking and she jerked at the handcuffs again before wincing and deciding it would be a bad idea to do that much more. Her wrists were feeling raw already and she hated, hated blood and wanted to try and avoid breaking open her skin. <br><br>His 'villian' speech did nothing to impress her and she sniffed, tossing her hair in a haughty manner in response to the threat of not surviving the night. "You just said you have no intention of killing me what other manner of torture do you plan to give? I assure you I've outlasted worse before." And with that she fell silent, refusing to utter another word for him even as her legs flexed and tensed and she tried to calculate a way out of this rather odd predicament. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:28:58</strong>
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				He knew he was drunk so that eliminated the fact he'd be thinking rationally tonight, but thinking he was still; You can take a man out of an institution but you can't take the institution out of the man. She was more than just a trifle distraught, not ladylike behaviour at all, but then again Two-Shot wasn't giving her much of a choice but to what avail? If he wanted to be cursed down, right and center he'd rather goto the Leonard Market and tell one of the ladies how she had an ugly child, but no sir... his issues ran deeper. He touched her hips again and that seemed to rile her. "Hmmm, interesting. A history of sensual abuse by the bosses, possibly some kind of trade which allowed the beautiful lady to carry out her endeavours in broad daylight, yet made her jump at the slightest interjection... intéressant."<br><br>He spoke without even acknowledging her presence for a moment. Thinking out aloud, as they say. He pressed his hand against the side of her throat for a few moments, of course it didn't help much with her trying to shake it and swivel him off. "Steady, darling... you'll only hurt yourself... holld, hhoooold." Her skin temperature was up, and so was her pulse. Either she's excited, nervous, scared or all three. Her vocal change proved the fact as well as she has no dipped into a strong Irish accent which proved either she ran with the gangs up North, or was part of the Yelkman truce which united the troublesome ghettos in the East some years ago, either way he'd know for sure. Two-Shot shook his head, then holding her head in place from the back he produced a pair of scissors and began to slice her turtle neck from the top, a few cuts later, he tore it. A smile crept on his lips again as he evidenced her beautiful satin bra with an edge of lace. He moved his hand over the clasp behind, letting the material endure his fingertips. She said something foul again, and he looked at her frowning.<br><br>"For a... belle dame, you have a foul mouth." He shook his head as he was actually disappointed at the barrage of curses she blessed him with, but what's there to say? Two-Shot was an honourable man, all he was doing was getting information out a thief in his home after all was he not? He pushed his leg in an arc around hers again to prevent any kicking and undid her tight black pants, unzipping and slowly sliding them down producing her beautiful figure. Whilst the pants rested around her ankles, he her let his hands stay over her legs, his eyes lingering. A belle dame indeed she was, so beautiful and flawless, but getting back up he cleared his throat. "Well this proves that you really aren't wearing any concealed weapons, lady." He walked to face her and looked in her eyes. "But that doesn't eliminate the option you're hiding something up here which I still need access to." He poked at his own head to point out what he was implying at. "So I'm gonna ask you again, nicely of course... who is the mob boss, and who are you, and how did you learned about my identity?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:03:05</strong>
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				Dixie stilled completely at his words, her cheeks, mere moments before flushed with anger and humiliation were now stark white as if he had hit her with a whip. She flinched away from the touch on her hips with a shudder, tramping down the memories that wanted to well. How could he tell so easily? She hid it, and she was damn good at it, even the boss couldn't tell anymore, nothing about her demeanor showed it; unlike so many others she used her sensuality to tease her targets, to do her job, she seemed to use it even as she closed it off from the true part of her being. No one had ever seen through it before though, she was a minx, a delightful sensual tease with a temper near as brilliant as her flame colored hair. <br><br>And to have him say in such an off hand manner, not even talking <em>to</em> her. <br><br>She summoned her anger, for that was easier then the white shock and it flushed her pale skin easily enough, touches of pink spreading over her before she stiffened when he touched her throat, about to turn her head to spit at him, either literally or verbally, she had not quiet made up her mind yet. But then his words, caution and she stayed still, not sure what he had in mind but not wanting to hurt herself. She could feel the coolness of metal and then felt her shirt being cut open, summoning up the simmering hatred of being helpless, of being a thing for men to use. Her hands clenched, nails cutting into her palms as the sound of ripping fabric filled her ears and her skirt gaped uselessly on either side of her. Then she cursed him with words that would have made even her drunk of a father go red with shock and shame, of course it didn't do anything at all to rifle his feathers, the stone cold man. <br><br>"If. I. Have. A Foul. Mouth." she gritted out in a flat tone "Its is only because you mister bring it out, trust me, I can be as sweet as honey when I'm happy." <br><br>The redhead felt him undo her pants then, the tight material slowly moving down until it hit her knees and her boots, not that he seemed to care as she lay bent over his desk in only her black bra and panties, her rear presenting him with what she was sure was a enjoyable view to his mind. Just bloody perfect. His hands moved up her legs and Dixie couldn't help the shiver at it caused, feeling his hot skin caress against the smooth cool velvet of her own, but she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from giving him any sign that she enjoyed how he touched her. She would bite through her lip before she gave him that. At least he got up and moved away, not looking too closely at any of the very faint scars that scattered her body, 'war' wounds of a sort. Her glittering eyes held nothing but hate for him as she glared at Two-Shot. <br><br>"Well aren't you a blood smart one, you figured out the mob bosses all by yerself did you? As for your identity, already told you you sodding ass, the client told me so take the fucking issue with them, not me. And what in the fucking world gave you the idea that it would be okay to cut off my clothing? I am not some whore to spread my legs for your sad, short lived pleasures if you could even get anything but that gun up." Scorn, thick with her Irish hertiage now, dipped from her voice, and the girl was so enraged and flustered her breathing came in pants, quivering with impotent fury. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 23:00:26</strong>
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				She was repeating the same answer, which brought things to a very interesting standstill. Either she was sure he'd be inclined to believe her, or she was still aiming to throw him off the real scent. Two-Shot was still impressed, he'd met several women over the course of his escapades and none of them have come close to the kind of behaviour she was showing, well none being as old as she was anyway. They were all old hags who's done a lifetime of servitude only to never get in this mess, and thus seeping away to the places unknown, but this poor lass ended up in his hands, and eventually on his mahogany table, which once again garnered two interesting prospects; Either she didn't realize she'd be going up against him, or she made very little preparations. Nonetheless, it still made him wonder why would they bother him, now that he was semi retired anyway. He didn't bother them, and they didn't pestered him in the past. Perhaps a power change? New individuals bring new concepts forth and maybe this one particular boss was just too daring.<br><br>He let her wail and scream, while he looked at her stupidly his finger still poking at his head while she cursed him to kingdom come. He shook his head and went behind her again where he sat on the couch, pouring himself a drink and contemplated in silence. What a captive hates more than enquiry is an unwanted silence; It gives her ideas, notions, presents her with possibilities of what might be going through the captor's mind. He then stood up, filling another glass of sherry walked to her and began talking in a deep, calm tone.<br><br>"Your client or your boss looked me up, mademoiselle`... but I have reason to believe there is still something you're not telling me." He took a sip, letting the knowledge sink in. "And no you still haven't told me who you are, which is an utter shame because I'd like to know your name, not the address mind you that's something I excel in, but who are YOU? What made you take this assignment in particular?" Of course, she didn't he thought. This was forced, better yet shoved down her throat. Given his reputation nobody would wanna cross paths with Two-Shot, especially the ones in the same trade. <br><br>He knelt on his knees and spread her legs as he kissed the back of her thigh before moving the fabric of her panties from her right hip to a side. "And I understand quite well you're not a whore, but I am a bastard so I get to enjoy you the way I like it." He kissed the naked flesh of her hip, enjoying it a bit too loudly, in fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 23:51:52</strong>
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				At least he wasn't touching her anymore.<br><br>That was the thought she clung to as she simmered with her anger and curses in near silence, for not only had he gone silent and stopped talking to her, pestering her with questions she was not going to answer, he had also moved completely out of her line of sight. Giving her his rather nicely decorated study to stare that. To distract herself she mentally made a tally of everything there was, how much it was worth and rated it on how hard it would be to lift; it helped cool her down and clear her mind which was desperately needed. Her breathing was even half normal by the time he moved closer to her again, speaking in that same voice that got under her skin with so little effort. She squirmed, trying to break the effects, reminding herself that she was bound bent over his desk and that she should be nothing but coolly collected or furious. Nothing.<br><br>Her throat worked and she inhaled deeply, focusing on trying to keep herself removed and reserved, silence, she had to just stay silent that that would give him nothing. Dixie doubted she could do it though, he would rile her up again and her temper would snap free and then she'd be off cursing him again. <em>Just breath, just focus on breathing...</em> "Good money, the perks that would build my rep if I succeeded, the usual...." she flashed him a saucy smile similar to her gamine grins earlier that evening but it was not as easy in coming to her pink lips.&nbsp; She couldn't see him, but he was talking to her and that made her nervous, unsure of what he was going to do next.<br><br>The redhead jerked and winced as she dug the handcuffs into her skin further at the kiss on the back of her upper thigh, swearing under her breath and praying he wouldn't do more then that one small kiss. He had no right, but then when did that ever matter to men? Dixie shifted in her bonds, her breathing speeding up again as she tried in vain to control it and her bucking temper, not in the least reassured as he informed her he was a bastard. Well she certainly wasn't going to disagree with that assessment. <br><br>Her teeth dug into her lower lip to avoid cursing, ranting, giving anything away, even a sound as he kissed her bared hip and made a show of enjoying the satin texture and sweet taste of her skin. "You bloody buggering fucker...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 03:20:10</strong>
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				He took his sweet, merry time with her, and why not? She was his guest after all. It was his honour as her host to make sure that the visitor enjoyed the time spent, but of course for the time being he was bothering with mere trivialities he considered formal at his place. Two-Shot shook his head grinning, he had a sick sense of humour but that made him the man he was. With a deep moan he offered the same treatment to her other hip, locking his lips over it and sucking out a kiss. One thing he admired the most was the swell of a woman's behind, and with her generous one there was no telling how long the night is gonna drag on.<br><br>He stood up and reached out to trace her spine as it arched towards her shapely ass, loving the way her fiery, red mane matched her temper and yet still cared to flow free and fairly. His index finger he kept next to her neck, slowly beginning to run along the line, only stopping it when it comes next to her bra clasp which he begins to toy with... playing, chasing. Why use two hands when you can undo something like that with just a finger? Of course, it'd take time but then again good things came to those who wait. She was gritting her teeth, her curvaceous body tense. She was prepared for anything, yet nothing would ready her for what he had planned for her, and it was so much better this way for he now had the motive to do what he wanted.<br><br>Pushing himself slowly over her, he ran his mouth over Dixie's spine, following the finger's path and began to undo her clasp with her lips and teeth. Once it was done, he raised his head and stared at it in wonder. "Si beau!", he exclaimed as if he's made an important discovery to rival the likes of penicillin and matter theory itself, and she called him a buggering fucker. He shook his head, which was becoming quite the annoyance of the night. "Touche`", he murmured and brought a chair next to where she was being held.<br><br>His hands began to move all over her back, massaging... pressing into the rough and tight spots as he began to work them in. If he had been asked why he'd begun that he wouldn't have been able to come up with a response. Everything is part of the bigger scheme, and all must serve the top step of the food chain would have been the gratifying answer. He wondered if his puzzling behaviour confused her to a degree. That's quite alright, it was one weapon in his arsenal nobody else has to get information out of their victims.<br><br>Two-Shot put a hand over her behind again as his other kept waltzing over her body. "Your name ma chère?" She struggled, and without looking away the hand dipped slowly and began to rub the spot between her legs deliciously through the black satin panties... before the night was through he&nbsp; silently swore she'd be screaming, let alone tell him what he wants to know...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 04:39:23</strong>
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				Just. Breath. Just. Breath. She kept chanting the words to her, running through his study again for how expensive things were, how much the would fetch, trying to hold onto cold detachment even as it bucked out of her control. It was so hard, with the way his mouth moved over her arse, the suckling kisses that made her body fluttered and flush; she wasn't use to having her body respond like that when people touched her, no warm feelings usually. Dixie sighed with relief when his mouth left its exploration of her hips, slumping against the desk with a world weary sound, her bright eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she shivered at the trace of his fingers against her spine. The touches on her bra made her tense stiffly, breath halting as she prayed he would leave it be. It should be enough that he had already torn apart her shirt and taken down her pants, right? <br><br>And why, why did he have to speak in French? Did she have no luck at all left to her? The girl did bash her forehead lightly against the wood of the desk then, not hard enough to hurt really just enough to try and rattle her back to focus. Just because he was sinfully clever with that mouth of his and spoke in French was not a reason to enjoy what he was doing. Deeply she exhaled and then drew air back into her lungs, shifting on the wood that was pressed against her torso, shivering at the way his hands slowly worked themselves down her back. She always carried her stress in her back and though she made sure to keep herself limber she was sad to admit that if there was one thing she was without a doubt a sucker for it would be back massages. <br><br>"Oh....you...tramp-shagger...." She all but groaned out into the wood, shuddering as the knots of tension smoothed out and left her half limp against his desk, her hands going slack in the handcuffs for the first time since he put the first one on. She was sure, sadly, that her eyes were all but rolling up in her head in pleasure even as she cursed her body for betraying her. But he was so damn good with his hands and no one had ever touched her like this before. Not just to give pleasure. <br><br>But he wanted things, there was always a price, for everything and it was just a matter of finding it. <br><br>Her price would not be a bloody back massage. <br><br>Her tormentor asked for her name again and she shifted, coming out of the languid half trance his massage had put her in, her blue eyes snapping fire again, she was not giving him her name. And then his hand dipped between her legs and touched against the most intimate parts of her body, teasing it through the thin barrier of her satin panties and she all but yelped in shock at the touch there, instinctively shying away before a whimper sounded as well, surprised that he was being so soft in how he touched her. Clearly the girl had been rough handled before and it took her a moment to gather her wits, after which she promptly replied to his question with a sneering retort.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I don't think we've had the pleasure of being properly introduced and a proper young lady never gives her name first. Why don't you be a gentleman and go off and find someone to introduce us who knows me so I can escape whilst you are buggering off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 06:21:10</strong>
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				"Mon cher, vous pouvez être une salope." He sighed, but rejoiced inside. A gentleman persona inhabited with the flimsy soul of an anarchist, Two-Shot loved a dirty talking woman more than anything. And when she happened to be a thoroughbred Irish lass who has got herself in a tight spot. Well, can you give us a hallelujah? His finger remained on that spot, still rubbing and torturing her into submission as his voice took a deep yet hushed tone, the attempt was made to calm here but of course he had no idea how seductive it sounded when it came out.<br><br>"Pas besoin de lutter , mademoiselle`... hush, just try to admire the crispness in the air. The flutter of this environment." She was relaxing but nowhere near what Two-Shot wanted. He smiled, and getting up from his chair again he locked his lips over one of her shoulder blades, dragging his kiss to the next, and as his lips grazed against it, he spoke again; "I'm sure you are familiar with this very beautiful, albeit slightly twisted saying... " His teeth brushed against her skin as he bit gently. "'There live not three good men unhanged in England today... ", his hands slowly slid the crotch of her panties aside as it held her lips below between the back of his two fingers, carefully massaging them. "... And one of them grows fat and old'?" He swung another arm around her neck holding her in a position so he can arch her head up to his liking. <br><br>"Won't you agree that your boss fits the description quite splendidly, comprende`"? He let the question sink in and began to enjoy her body, planting small kisses wherever he wished, trailing his tongue over her curvy back, slowly pulling her panties down to expose her behind more. He smiled at the sight, she was teething to the edge of moistness and it made him wonder if she was enjoying this more than fearing him. He crossed his arms, "Now, now... lady, this is strictly business. I need answers and a chaste gentleman like myself should not be subject to a sight like this, HOWEVER... " He walked in front of her again. "Granted your situation is a bit too stifling, I'm still willing to strike a deal with you, because that's the sort of gentleman I am... <br><br>"But I don't mind going on a vacation every now and then... even a chaste guy like me needs a break... " He pushed one of his fingers inside, burying it till midrift and felt that much desired moistness. "Sensationnel... ", he whispered... a smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 06:45:58</strong>
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				"And you're a right bastard..." Dixie muttered under her breath as he insulted her back in French, at least she was finally getting some reaction out of him outside of that infuriating calm. The redhead bit down on her lip once more when his finger rubbed again through her panties, trying to keep from giving him anything in the least, for that was not what she wanted, to encourage him. Please Lord almighty let her not encourage him. And his voice, oh his voice. She hit her head slightly against the desk again but it didn't do away with the effects of the low deep sound washing over her in French. He was a bastard, she was bound, handcuffed to a desk and being touched in a way she usually hated. This was not the moment to discover she liked touching. <br><br>Not in the least. <br><br>No need to struggle? Was that what he had said? She didn't know French as thoroughly as she was suppose to perhaps but that was pure insanity. Yes, there was no need at all to struggle when she was bound and spread against her will providing prime time entertainment for a lawyer. Was this hell?&nbsp; The crispness of the air? He had to be insane. And then his lips touched her shoulders again, kisses raining down upon the smooth pale skin of her back it felt...rather amazing. But she couldn't help but flinch away, hoping his lips didn't touch the faint scares that lingered here and there, then the devil would be likely to come up with more questions and ones she never had an intention of answer for anyone or anything. When the man started to bring up ancient history she nearly groaned, he really must be a devil, to dance around subjects while he touched her so intimately, did seeing her displayed in such a way truly do nothing to him?<br><br>Dixie rolled her eyes as he asked her if she saw her boss as a fat old king and wrinkled her nose. "Nae, not old nor fat, but perhaps you would fit the old part?" her sass truly had no bounds, although it was clearer that it was a strain to keep it up now as he touched her, his lips kissing down her back in a way that drove a shiver through her body followed by a shocked gasp she couldn't hold back at the lap of his tongue against her smooth flesh. It was hard, so hard to focus on her breathing, on keeping her temper when she wanted to just scream in frustration <em>Why must he tease me so? Either rape me and be done with it or leave my body alone!</em> yet those thoughts she kept for herself, those would not help this situation. <br><br>The girl eyes TwoShot warily when he moved in front of her again so she could see him, a frown creasing her brow and confusion flickering through the bright blue green of her eyes. "Chaste?...yes and I'm the bloody Queen of England and Wales." Her tongue peaked out to lick her dry lips before she breathed the next question, inwardly hating herself for asking but unable to help herself. "What deal?"<br><br>And of course, thoughts of that were promptly driven out of her head when his finger pushed inside her and and made her back arch away, caught between pleasure and fear as she whimpered with the same mixture as it shuddered through her body. "Please...just let me go..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 22:18:09</strong>
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				Tsk... tsk. He muttered. "Not bastard, mademoiselle`. Now if you'd have said, how do we put it? Un imbecile, un connard... maybe that'd have been the proper response to what I called you. This once again puts me under the impression that you, Miss-whoever-you-are, doesn't bode well under pressure." He produced a pair of scissors again and cut a piece of her turtleneck that was in tatters, and sniffed it. "Hmmm, faint smell of sawdust... possibly an area where either furniture is manufactured or put out for distribution." He turned the piece around, rubbing his thumb trying to get a feel of the material itself. "Dress was probably worn the first time today... or better yet the second, which of course shows subject didn't wash it after first use that again outlines two further possibilities, either her victim was too easy or didn't put up a fight at all."<br><br>He looked at her finally registering her presence again. "Oh, you do have to forgive my manners, mademoiselle` I have a very annoying tendency of drifting away when the guest is least expecting it. Of course this very well could show why you haven't discovered too many close friends or relatives, when you or your boss were looking me up, but I assure... it is in no part a reflection of my personality, but rather an extremely compact lifestyle that I believe is the key to happiness." She blinked and looked back at him, it was not surprising she didn't seem impressed, nor interested. And Two-Shot can very well imagine why, her only heist has gone wrong which was supposed to soar her to the heights of fame and luxury in the sad world of criminals, he wondered if she'd already selected a celebration day. He looked at her again, rubbing the side of his face. "What's your favourite restaurant?"<br><br>Once again she looked at him in distaste. "A penny for your thoughts, mademoiselle`." He grumbled while making his way around her again, not realizing she was willing to listen to him but he was in no mood to bargain now. All of a sudden, he wanted to play, have a bit of fun, drive her over the wall... metaphorically speaking of course, since it would be nigh too odd to see a bound woman flailing around.<br><br>He walked to where she was facing and producing a remote control from nowhere and turned on some music, he looked back at her winking, pressed another button and a jazz track started playing. Dancing around merrily, a glass still in one hand, his gun tucked in his waistband Two-Shot looked quite a sight, a fool of sorts. The Inkspots began to sing about a prayer made to linger and Two-Shot sand along some, then coming to a stop in front of her he sighed. "You can't be the Queen of England and Wales, she's too old." He broke into fits of laughter and then slapping a hand on his knee looked at her again. <br><br>"I'd let you go. I'd protect you. You know what I'm capable of so that eliminates me showing my laurels so that brings us to the end of our discussion." He looked at her, a gleam of seriousness in his eyes as if he finally meant business. "What's your name, where are you from, and who else is aware of this attempted feat of yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 05:33:19</strong>
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				Dixie mocked his words under a breath at first, her face screwed up slightly in a extremely petulant expression "...Miss-whoever-your are, doesn't bode well under pressure...." Oh if only she could get free, she would show him some pressure then and see how well the bloody arse stood up to that. The redhead stiffened at the feel of the scissors near her again, eyes narrowed with frustration as he cut off part of her shirt and then sniffed at it; he really was a extremely odd man. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stifled a groan, how could he get all that information from a scrap of her once shirt? And why did he have to repeat it all outloud? It was bad enough he could get that much information without her speaking but to have it said over her as if she wasn't there really got under her skin. Hopefully he couldn't pick up what warehouse from her shirt, if he did she would have to kill herself and save Ian the time.<br><br>When the man addressed her she lifted her head to glare at him "I suppose I shouldn't expect anything more from a lawyer." She had tried to be nice, asking what deal and he had ignored it so she saw no reason to play polite with the teasing liar of a man. Tramp-shagger indeed. Shock, confusion, annoyance, those all played through her as he moved on to speak of the oddest things. TwoShot had her handcuffed to his desk, had cut away her shirt and he was asking her what her favorite restaurant was? "I...don't go out." came the startled reply, won more from pure surprise then anything else, for if she hadn't been so surprised he would have gotten another spirited, disdain laced retort. And then she did glare at him, quiet furiously, her lips compressing further in anger that he had gotten anything from her without her grudgingly giving it. <br><br>She had fallen down the rabbit hole and into hell. <br><br>He listened to jazz music, odd, interesting detail, though the sight of the lawyer in a sleep wrinkled shirt and slacks dancing around his study with a whiskey in one hand and his gun in his waistband nearly made her want to laugh. If she hadn't been bound she would have, but her sense of humor seemed to have dried up quiet quickly that evening. Of course he laughed, at her comments, at her, thinking her acidic rebukes were just hilarious. If she had been the type to ground her teeth she would have then, in earnest. She was too old to be the Queen, that had not been the point of her saying it though. His next words though surprised her and she blinked up at him, a frown flickering across her face. "Protect me? From what?" she snorted, trying to cover any fear or longing that might surface within her with her normal sass. "Your singing?"<br><br>Which, admittedly had been rather nice, not bad at all, his voice did make her shiver, in the good way. But it didn't matter, he couldn't protect her from her past, she was born into the life she lead and as trapped into it as a feudal serf had been thousands of years ago. The mob kept what was its own, not letting go short of death. "If I tell you my name..." she jerked her hands lightly in their metal holds "You'll let me go?" Dixie asked softly, not quiet trusting him but not ready to turn down an offer either, after all it wasn't like her name would lead him anywhere. Her mother had died years ago and it was her last name that Dixie used, her family was all dead, and her father, while alive, was a nameless drunk in some pub tonight, as usual. And she hadn't been born in America, never registered, no papers, nothing, Dixie was the perfect ghost thanks to her father's paranoia, no papertrail to trace. <br><br>And no one would really care if this man did kill her, not her father. And the boss, well Ian could replace her easily enough, for all that she amused him with the fire and sharp tongue she seemed unafraid to turn on him. Still the idea of a break with the life that had been forced upon her, oh that was a dream and the gleam of longing showed in her eyes. She spoke, before she could reconsider. "Dixie, my name is Dixie McClaine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 21:24:31</strong>
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				“Dixie...” Two-Shot let the word run over his lips. “Dixie McClane...” He was getting a feel of it. Yes, the name suited her perfectly; she was indeed made for this name as it appeared to be made for her. A hand rubbing his chin he continued dancing to the music. “But why Dixie? Why not Alayna or Roberta or Jenny or Gemma?” Of course, it didn’t cross his mind he was being more quizzical than before, but then again such was the way of Two-Shot, full of contemplation and measurement of possibilities. He kept prancing around, and then landed right next to where she was sat, his face inches away from her. “You sure you’re not lying to me... Dixie, in case you didn’t notice I do possess the uncanny ability of rooting out a lie and a liar.”<br><br>The girl appeared distraught, for the first time during the night Two-Shot can see the barrier breaking. She was confused and starting to get scared, but she was still not letting up. There was so much more he needed to know and time was running out. Whoever sent her would have been smart enough to dispatch somebody else as well should something go wrong, provided that person was man enough to outsmart Two-Shot. But if there wasn’t anybody else, then there’s no juice left in the pickle and he needn’t worry, but he couldn’t help but wonder.&nbsp; <br><br>He edged away some and crossed his arms around his chest again. “Dixie. Dixie. Dixie. Why do I believe there’s so much better you can do? You can tell me a lot more than that...” He seeped away, and in the corner from the noises it was evident somebody was losing a shirt. Two-Shot stretched, twisting his neck a bit getting comfortable, and then stooped behind her again as his found the familiar spot between her legs again through the panties. Indeed time was over for any trivialities, he had to get the information out of her. His entire frontal body was rubbing against her back as he whispered in her ear. <br><br>“Who’s your boss, Dixie... I want a name. I want to know who sent you, who have grown a pair of balls big enough to stand in my way.” He licked her ear, nibbling at it softly. His fingers bearing the mark of a man who knew where to touch and what buttons to press, as it encased over her pussy, rubbing her clit through the dark material. She’d give in soon, the voice in his head murmured, and should she not... she’d know the true meaning of torture and Two-Shot wasn’t done with her by a long shot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 22:22:43</strong>
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				When he questioned her name the redhead truly did want to rip her hands out of the handcuffs regardless of the pain or the blood and strangle the bastard. She had given him a touch of trust, given him something he badgered her for and he doubted it when she spoke the truth? Where in the world did he get that? Dixie drew in a deep shuddering breath, trying to control the instinctive response which would be to curse him in such a manner that would make her earlier 'foul mouth' seem like a bath in roses. <em>Just...breath...</em>. Her hands clenched and unclenched in the handcuffs as she glared at him. "I am quiet sure I am not lying, though I suppose as a lawyer you would have a skill in that."<br><br>The girl inhaled as he moved away from her, trying to clear her mind even as his voice taunted her. At least he wasn't speaking in French anymore that was a marked improvement for her own sanity. Though her ears could have sworn she heard clothing being removed, she prayed she was wrong, that nothing more then some tormenting touches were going to happen. And then he was back behind her again. Dixie could feel the press of his muscular torso against her back, the heat of his skin against her own cooler flesh and she shivered softly. His fingers found her panties once more and his voice, that addicting, deep voice, breathed his words into her ear until she nearly moaned, this was not fair.&nbsp; <br><br>He asked her questions she couldn't give, not without signing her own death sentence. "He doesn't have overly big balls...." she quipped, trying to cling to humor and sass, such a random comment to fall into the shivering silences that stretched out as she tried to keep her lips shut. It was so hard to resist, to not give him what he wanted as his tongue teased along the outer rim of her ear, his teeth scrapping at it until she was all but quivering beneath him, her sex slicked with wet arousal she couldn't help. He knew how to play her all too well, how many others had he done this too? The young woman jerked with a soft gasp as his finger found her clit through the thin satin of her panties and she did whimper then, sweet and high even as her hands clenched in the handcuffs again, nails biting into her palms, eyes fluttering shut to savor the sensation. <br><br>"I.....oh fuck I can't you arse! I gave you my name....please....oh fuck please just let me go!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 04:42:07</strong>
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				She was begging him to let her go, but how can he do that so easily? It wasn't a matter of pride but necessity. Throughout the night one thing that never left Two-Shot's head even in all this mingling was the fact that he was the finder, and she was the enemy. So perhaps had circumstances been different it could have been possible this was him lying tied up and defenseless, while the temptress did unbelieveable things to him to make him talk. This made him pause once again and think, it's true even a&nbsp; real gentleman sways every now and again wondering about the forbidden to get that slight taste, but then again now was not the time nor place.<br><br>He licked her ear again whispering. His voice deep and rich. "Rien de personnel, mademoiselle`. As you very well can see, all I'm trying to ascertain here is who sent you. If I'm in danger, you're in danger as well because you failed to dispose off me, very soon they'd send somebody to make sure you're back, and things won't go very easy with you lying so welcomingly on your front. And on the other hand anybody who leaves Two-Shot alive, doesn't live to enjoy the tale for long." He paused, his fingers still deliciously rubbing the thiefstress's clit, as he held it between two of his fingers and flicked it repeatedly, taking his sweet time. "But I'm also aware this wasn't your fault, and I'm willing to forgive your shortcomings. I might be retired, but I'm not dead. They whisper my name out of fear and longing, both my friends and enemies. You'd do well to know and remember that."<br><br>She should have known, from his youngest Two-Shot's tried to maintain a reputation. They still talk about him going up against twenty cops in a firefight singlehandedly where he killed three and wounded four other, making his escape good as the precinct blew up. Some say this never took place, for the details are embellished to the last, whilst others believe if any man was capable it was Two-Shot. Two-Shot himself doesn't talk about it, with friend or foe. <br><br>"My offer stands. If you tell me, I would not only spare you but I'll make sure they do not hurt you. I'll make an example out of anybody who even thinks about approaching you, and we can become partners. Should you not tell me, I'll eventually find them but by the time I do you won't be in the best shape of your life, darling... " He let the words sink in, like previous occasions Two-Shot gave her plenty of time to think. He casually slid a finger inside, feeling the inside of her walls slick and wanting... and eventually made them two... as if he was rewarding her for giving this a thought, a sly smile on his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:11:28</strong>
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				Dixie felt her breath catch in her breast when his tongue lapped around the outer rim of her ear again, shivering to feel the impact of his hot breath when he spoke over the now slick skin. Everything felt so intense in that moment, and then, oh she was screwed, he spoke in that same deep French that made her body clench and desire flared. She could have slapped him for it, but of course, she was handcuffed. Pesky that. "I wasn't suppose to dispose of you arse, just lift the painting, that was all." she snapped back at him, inwardly seething at the fact that he was right and no one would believe her if they saw her like this with him shirtless and touching her, they wouldn't believe that she hadn't given them all away. She felt like the room was closing in around her and she wanted to kick him in the groin, do something to level the playing field that was tipping far too heavily in his favor for her comfort. God damn it why did he have to be right? <br><br>The lawyer's fingers pressed into her clit further, two fingers framing it and making her quiver, barely able to suppress her moans of delight, something she didn't want to give him. Yet. Because she was sure he was going to break her, after all he had her strung out for him all too easily. Fuck. "Longing? Would that be longing for you to die?" her voice still clung to some of the sass she had shown earlier in the evening but she was loosing the battle inch by inch, touch by touch, her clothing in ruins around her, her body displayed and his fingers tormenting her in a way she could have never imagined. Right now she was longing for something alright, and it wasn't mercy, at least not the type she demanded outloud. <br><br>His offer, oh that was tempting, but how could she really trust him? Her mind tried to weigh it, to figure out the risk and the gain to be had. However he didn't give her that time undisturbed, no a finger sank into her slight tight body and she let out a soft cry, unable to help it as it both eased the aching heat and inflamed it all the more. "I...." her voice trailed off into a sweet high whimper as the man sank a second finger into her slick depths and she arched on the desk, pressing back into the touch as she withered in the handcuffs. She wanted him to just take her already, to give her what his mouth and hands had teased at, Dixie had never been one to enjoy sex, it had been something she had to give, but now, oh now she wanted him deep inside her thrusting away until she reached the peak that normally eluded her. Could he make her climax? Desperation, confusion, they warred within her until she panted out a response. A challenge.<br><br>"Make me...." she licked her lips, rewording it "Give me a climax. If you can I'll give you the name, nothing for nothing you know..." she laughed and squirmed her hips teasingly, summoning the sauciness from inside herself somehow. "I've never climaxed before, though make no mistake I'm not a virgin. I want to see just how good you are, in all ways before I sign my life over to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:54:01</strong>
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				He tried not to think too much about what she said, instead his fingers stayed steady inside her pussy. A sly grin on his face he thought about what she said, and eventually responded. "So you're saying if I make you cum, you'd let me know whatever I demand?" He thought again, wondering to himself. This appeared to be a win-win situation and she was at his disposal after all. Not only would he get to make love to a beautiful woman but also know what they have planned for him. Of course, Two-Shot was concerned this ran a lot deeper than he can fathom. She can insist all she wants that it's just about a painting but who can actually tell for real, than one of them? And indeed, he wouldn't lie if he admitted if her "bribe" caught him by surprise... <br><br>"Mmmmm... easy now, mademoiselle`. Céder au plaisir... " He cooed in her ear as two of his fingers slid in and out of her wetness. A wonderful position he had put this thiefstress in, and she was begging him to please her. Such was her price for the information she wished to give away. He shook his head; This really called for contingency measures, how could her boss have known that a beautiful woman like her would have given in to the thought of an orgasm by someone such as him? But then again Two-Shot prided himself on all the things he can manage with the womanfolk. He was after all only proud of three things in his life; Stealing, loving and lying. And loving was in demand at the moment as he pleasured the woman bent in a fuck-me posture on his large mahogany table. <br><br>He yanked her hair, enclosing his lips over the frontal part of her throat and began to kiss up towards her lips. "Un putain comme vous... she deserves to come over and over again." He whispered, his tongue dashing out at the oddest moments whenever he sucked and kissed... her throat, chin... finally her lips. His lips met with hers, he half expected "Dixie" to lash at him and this wouldn't be the first time his poor self fell for an old and cheap trick in a woman's arsenal; Intimacy. Yet for some reason this kept going on and she appeared to greet him with an equal passion. <br><br>He kissed her deeply every second and pulled his face away whenever she was about to respond, teasing her... playing with her. She was gonna have to earn this climax. The fourth time she tried to kiss him when he pulled his head away, Two-Shot nibbled on her lip... stretching it some, and then kissed her full on the mouth. His other hand affectionately rubbing her bottom, fingers tapping against her hips. He grinned, as his lips mumbled against hers; "Rigolade."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 22:44:32</strong>
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				"I would tell you the name you want." she replied back, she wasn't going to tell him <em>anything</em> about she herself beyond her motives for being there tonight and her name. Just Ian's name, and that would be enough of a price to drag from her lips, if he could succeed. Which she doubted. After all Ian had had years of attempting the same thing and got nothing, she half thought part of the reason he kept her around was just because she frustrated him, taking whatever he dealt out and responding with the same acidic wit and sass. Why should this man be any different? Except for his voice which got under her skin, and that deft touch that had her withering against her will. Right, not different at all. She was so in over her head. <br><br>His fingers slowly moved within the moist heat of her body and she arched back into it without being able to control herself, gasping in delight at the sensation as a soft whimper fled her lips. His two fingers felt like heaven, certainly her body was reacting well to them which was shocking in itself. She wanted more, craved it. But she would die before admitting that. Dixie was pulled from her thoughts, from the trying to hold back just how good things felt when his hand closed in her hair, tangling the silken flame colored strands and jerked back, arching her neck and back for him with a yelp upon her lips. She could have sworn at him, but his lips kisses and suckled up the tender skin of her throat and instead he earned a plaintive whimper as she shifted in her bonds, his rich voice murmuring words that made a tremble wrack her body even as his tongue lapped at the cream of her skin. Fuck she had gotten in over her head now.<br><br>She had never climaxed before, now she just might. When his lips met hers her breath caught and Dixie parted her lips in an eager welcome, wanting to consume him, to drive him as crazy as he was urging her to be. She kissed him back, demanding and fiery, even though he had her bound she would not be meek. And his kiss was as achingly maddening as his voice. She moaned into his mouth even as his tongue tasted the honeyed hot sweetness of her own. If the redhead had been in her proper frame of mind she would have been ashamed of how she whimpered when he pulled away, how her body clenched and she pressed herself into him with a sound of pleasure at the nibble of his teeth, how eagerly she melted into his hard kiss that followed. But she wasn't, she was lost to him. Over her head indeed.<br><br>Dixie squirmed her shapely rear back into his hand that teased it with just finger taps, shivering as his voice breathed against her lips in French and her bright eyes fixed on him, glazed with passion. "Tease."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:44:34</strong>
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				He smiled as she mumbled out the words. There was no question about it; Poor little Dixie was having the time of her life and Two-Shot wanted to make sure he can make this as memorable as possible. Such was the thing with favours; You leave one good memory and the rest of what's left in a scenario follows which offers everything nice... glad tidings indeed. Whilst slightly out of practice, he was a bit sloppy catching up on to his old tricks and crannies... for if this was a few years ago his lover would be begging him to take her by now, but apparently it still seemed he hasn't lost his flair. She kept arching her back against him whenever his two fingers protruded deeper inside of her and rewarded her with extra momentum. Good girl. Good thiefstress.<br><br>His mouth moved deliciously back to her lips, leaving his mark in it's wake. Her whole body was so tense, yet as slick as the beads of sweat that dripped down her spine and between her thighs. To prove this reckoning, Two-Shot ran a finger, tracing the deep line between her shoulder blades with his free hand, scooping up the wetness and sucking it dry. "Salty... sweet." He moaned. He withdrew his fingers out of her pussy and began to rapidly rub her clit in quick succession, bringing her close everytime to withdraw, teasing her... playing with her. He was enjoying her as a kitten does a yarnball. Such a long night awaited both of them.<br><br>His hands yanked at her mane again, this time raising her silky, sweat ridden body so he can admire the front. A smile crept up on his lips, and holding her in this posture his lips wrapped around her nipples... drawing them to attention and a deep growl of pleasure from within her throat. His tongue daring to flick against her right nipple, feeling it go from raw to sore instantly from the attention it's offered. His arm still clutching Dixie's flame-riddled mane which held her strung out, well curved frame in place for him to devour her other breast. Enclosing his lips over and ferociously seeking his pleasure. <br><br>When Two-Shot was done he rubbed his crotch and took position behind her, undoing the clasp on his pants and letting them slide down. He began stroking his cock, readying himself... only to bend on his knees again to let his mouth get a taste of the nectar now running freely from between her legs. His mouth closed and he sucked deep, letting his tongue do the daunting task of clearing all the excess... Two-Shot then gets up, a sly smile on his face. "Bon voyage, Mademoiselle`." He says... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 02:10:28</strong>
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				She could feel her skin throb slightly where his lips and teeth had lingered on her neck, he had marked her like a male animal marking its mate and at the moment she could do nothing. Her aquamarine eyes promised retribution. But the lawyer didn't seem to be paying attention to her eyes and then his lips met hers and she moaned at the heat of his kiss as it consumed her thoughts and chased away the anger to leave only raging desire. Damn the man to hell and back. <br><br>Dixie felt his hand dip down her spine, fingers tracing the slickness of her flesh and she watched him in surprise as he licked the taste of her off his finger; she had vastly over estimated herself. Her throat worked when his fingers withdrew from the core of her pussy only to have her lips part in a whimper of delight as his fingers found her tender little clit and teased it, holding her on edge through the nerve endings in that one little pearl. She clenched her hands, moaning and trembling at his mercy as her desire fanned higher and higher beneath the focus of his ministrations. The redhead had had men touch her before, yet this was different and it made her pant and wither even as she cursed him under her breath, her voice a husky sound raw with passion and need. <br><br>A yelp parted her lips at the yank on her hair, this one higher then before and her body arched obediently in response, displaying her torso and the pert mounds of her pale breasts. Her skin was moonlight pale there, ivory cast into flesh, with delicate blue veins playing through here and there, crested with the rose of her nipples, both of which were hardening in desire. Her whimpers, wordless pleadings seemed not to reach the ears of Two-Shot, for he held her there and then his mouth find a nipple, suckling upon the tender flesh, tongue lapping at it until she moaned out unable to help herself, her lower torso pressed hard into the desk to arch as his hold demanded, so much of her body bared for him. "Oh...oh fuck...." she breathed out the words hoarsely as his lips transferred to her second nipple, leaving the first one tingling in the cool air after the heat of his mouth. Sinful, decadent...it was all those things and more, his damn mouth, as it moved over her flesh and suckled teasingly, never giving her enough. She was being broken into this one grudging inch at a time but her enemy was ruthless and unstopping. Fuck. <br><br>Two-Shot moved then and the young woman slumped forward, panting as she tried to clear her thoughts, blissfully left along as the thief turned lawyer did god knew what. She focused on her breathing but then she felt him move behind her and then his tongue lapped at her swollen folds, tasting her liquid desire that had been leaking slightly from her and made her gasp with a jerk, shocked pleasure flaring within her. "You....damn...." she hissed out along with a moan as his mouth suckled and tasted her, making her wither against the desk and the handcuffs around her wrists. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 23:30:14</strong>
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				He grinned as the lady struggled. Strung hard against the confines that held her in place, Two-Shot knew to successfully build up her climax he's going to have to get himself interested. A smear of sweat over his brow thickened as it slid down his blue eye and he blinked, letting it sting him there for a bit as he sucked away hungrily. He loved her pussy; It was engorged, it kept responding - and if that wasn't enough - it held Dixie in place for him to devour her, no allowances made for error for this pretty yet untamed woman at his command, and he'd punish her rightfully should she dare to disturb his performance. His fingers dug against her thighs; Short, well manicured nails grazing the smooth flesh of her skin, leaving his mark everywhere he touched, and she rewarded him whimpers in a language that would startle any high class and roll their ancestors in grave.<br><br>She seemed to look back at him everytime he tried a different maneuver; She was testing his resolve as much as he was trying her tolerance. Women are fickle wonders of nature indeed; So serene, yet so blasphemous to hearken a drizzling angel to sin; To rage a burning tear unto passion ever raging; And yet to bring a grizzly monster to his knees. He smiled, his tongue dug in deeper... the rugged exterior of his organ paving in to seek what's inside. Ever curious, ever hungry... for that search was never in vain as her folds kept parting - albeit too slowly - but part they did, and like the sweet warmth of honey spilling over a petal he dew kept seeping over his tongue and he groaned. This was too much, the thiefstress was a woman indeed and nothing can match against that. <br><br>Two-Shot eventually got up, his words a mere whisper against her ear as he stroked himself. The head of his cock doused in his pre-cum so drawn by the depths of her passion and his lingering hunger for her. He ran his thumb over the tip, smearing it... spreading it. This shall only make the ride much more delicious. A smile on his face steady and he pushed himself in... slowly, letting the confines of her insides welcome him at their own pace. He wanted the woman, but he was in no rush at all. The handcuffs clanged again as she drew on the chains sharply and he registered it from the corner of his vision. <br><br>His shaft he found it hard to accommodate, grunting he held the base of his cock again and spread her folds as he leaned in against her. "You are extremely enjoyable, mademoiselle`." He whispered, before darting his tongue out again and licking her spine, as he felt her giving herself to him ever slowly; His chest panted and grazed against her back and he found himself fully indulging in the wonders of her delight, a few more nudges and he'll be inside, he assured himself and as if the heavens heard with another lurch he found himself buried in the tight thiefstress; Her walls enclosing around his member as she devoured him in. He heard her gasp and that again brought a smile to his face, holding her hips tautly Two-Shot began to rock the woman's body who only moments earlier almost robbed him blind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 18:55:28</strong>
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				Breathing was a lot harder to do, to focus on when he teased her so, when his tongue lapped at the most intimate core of her body urging her into passions she had never thought of. Dixie could feel her cheeks flaming though she would have been hard pressed to say if it was for shame or arousal, her whole body was burning with <em>something</em> but it was all a heady mix inside her and she could only tremble and whimper as he tasted her, took her with his mouth. She had so gotten in over her head and yet for the moment she couldn't bring herself to regret it in the least. God his mouth was a sinful creation that was far far too skilled. She could feel herself grow damper with each passing moment, a fountain for him to drink at and he drank, unending, his tongue playing with her soaked folds and making her tremble. She could feel the power of his hands as they moved over her legs, the scrape of his nails, more marks by this man. And what shocked her was that she didn't hate him for them, for scoring and bruising her skin, raising thin pink lines of the scratches, any other man and she would have but some part of her wanted those marks. <br><br>They would cause trouble when she went back.....<br><br>That thought was shattered though as Two-Shot moaned into her hot sex and the vibrations made her wither with a groan of her own falling from her lips. The pleasure surrounded her, possessed her until their was nothing else but her aching, throbbing pussy and his devilish mouth; she could almost taste her release on her tongue but then he moved and she slumped down against the hard glossy wood surface of the desk, panting hard. He had failed, given up, she would be free and leave without betraying her 'family'. Somehow it wasn't only relief that filled her but she pushed that away only to hear his voice in her ears, words that no lady would ever hear perhaps but ones that thrilled her to her core, a core that was still very much leaking and aching for him. And then....oh then he pushed within her, slowly and she let out a sound of shock and delight as her tight pussy stretched to accommodate him. She had been taken before, Ian had always helped himself to whatever females he wished of the 'family' but with her it was more perverse then anything else. It was that she didn't break or surrender. This was different. <br><br>Maybe it was that she was soaking wet, or that Two-Shot was better made, or more aware of what would give her pleasure. She didn't know but the slow and steady push into her both had her withering, her hands drawing on the handcuffs, squirming beneath him as her hard nipples pressed into the hard surface of the desk. It only served to inflame her further and she moaned, panted, air nearly a forgotten need as he worked himself so steadily into her. His voice, that wonderful, deep, possessing voice filled the air and her ears, her red mane of silken hair sliding across the cream of her skin, splayed out over the darkness of his desk as she trembled beneath him. He was praising her, the lawyer was, and it surprised her but thought was not something she could hang onto right now, his sinful tongue lapping at her spine even as her back arched to push herself fuller onto him and she let out a sound of pure passion as he held her hips and himself deep. She had been fucked before, taken, yet this was something different, this was possession, this was wonder and rapture and her hips squirmed back into his as he rocked into her, eager and wanton in her welcoming of him. Her skin was flushed with the heat of the flames of passion that burned within her and his sure thrusts with the wonder of his thick shaft, along with the play his mouth had performed earlier sent her over screaming before she knew what was happening.<br><br>Her whole body tensed and then withered madly, convulsing against the desk, beneath him and she screamed, oh she screamed to the heavens as her first climax crashed down and over her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Partners In Crime [Starring Gilead and Wistful_Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 01:12:54</strong>
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				He smiled. Extremely confident and pleased with himself, he swayed some without indulging her any liberty to move at all as his hands pressed her down firmly, but it wouldn’t be wise to say she didn’t try to move. Shake she did, her hands clanging against the chains as the handcuffs adorned her wrists further , her beautiful frame displayed and spread over the table like a tablecloth he was using to dutifully bide his time with after a well earned dinner. And it only took a few moments after that; he had only adjusted himself inside her when her own walls tightened around his cock as she convulsed repeatedly, attempting to force him out in the process. Her insides leaked against his member. Trails of smooth, sticky nectar running freely against his shaft as it traversed to his testicles and dripped slowly on the wooden floor, and he felt her heave a sigh of somnolent resignation.<br><br>He inhaled deep and easy as his hand began to course over her back, once again massaging his fingers unto her smooth curves as her body panted below him. Two Shot bent again and kissed her spine, running his tongue over spots that oozed a whimper out of her pretty lips and Dixie laid there spent. It was said to forcefully retract, one must start painfully slow and thus his hands caressed the still-shuddering beauty whilst his tongue seeped out to lick and mark the soft velvet of her skin, pulling at it occasionally as he nibbled to get a taste of all she offered. His mouth praised away, and his other hand sang a tune of its own as his skilled fingers found the warmth of her clit again, pressing unto it they rubbed the warm wetness still trickling from her pussy in sheer droplets of an orgasm.<br><br>He began to move, his cock grinding against and inside with every subtle pressure he put forth and more of him slipped into the thiefstress... his hand below never once pausing to rub her clit as it responded to his navigation against her pussy. He groaned, his slight movements making him realize just how wonderfully wet this vixen was, and how tightly she enclosed him... her walls engulfing him to urge him on, and lurch he did; increasing the pace he was fucking the beautiful damsel. His hand on her back moved seductively over her neck as it curled around it, pulling the upper half of her body back, highlighting her beautiful curves in the process as she is arched and his mouth sinks over her throat as he began to ram from behind. He nipped and her body responded, and he felt the woman matching his rhythm. Her body taut and her hips smacked against his thighs as her insides almost squeezed the juice out. Two-Shot groaned as his climax neared, and then with a tight hold against her, his cock began to spurt inside the thiefstress... shooting his seed, his lips locked against hers, his body spasming until there was no more left to offer. He kissed her deeply, just three words leaving his mouth. “Very good, Cherie`... “
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