Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)
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				Title: <strong>Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 08:18:46</strong>
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				Iris was the most beautiful girl in the trailer park.&nbsp; That's what all the boys told her.&nbsp; Or rather it's what they used to tell her.&nbsp; Back then they would tell her that and then they would kiss her, and later they would touch her.&nbsp; They might say they were dating for a while, he would buy her things.&nbsp; And then the next would vie for her attention.&nbsp; Queen of the trailer park one of the girls sneeringly called her, but Iris didn't mind.&nbsp; She knew she could have any boy she wanted.<br><br>After a while they had stopped bothering to compliment her.&nbsp; She knew what they wanted, and they knew she wouldn't say no.&nbsp; They stopped saying they were dating her.&nbsp; But usually they would still give her things, though sometimes she had to ask.&nbsp; It wasn't the thrill it had been before, and to stay the most popular girl in the park she had to do more things.&nbsp; A few times lately it hadn't been boys from school who stopped by her trailer, but men.&nbsp; Not the kind of men she would have wanted to give her attention to, they certainly wouldn't have been King of their proms.&nbsp; But somehow they already knew the kind of things she had done, and they insisted on their fair share.&nbsp; Still, they may not say it, but she knew she was the best thing they had ever had.<br><br>Iris knew that she must be pretty, though she was unaware of exactly how lush and inviting she was.&nbsp; At 18 she had ripened perfectly from that high school blonde, her breasts growing in the last two years a full cup size, her hips widening, leaving her with a waist to die for.&nbsp; Her hair was wavy, and she let it grow long.&nbsp; It framed a face that was still fresh, despite all she'd done and seen the last few years, looking still like an innocent schoolgirl.&nbsp; Or it would if it wasn't for the heavy colored eyeshadow, the mascara, the tweezed eyebrows.&nbsp; Along with her jean skirt and the scoop neck top anybody could guess where Iris lived.&nbsp; She looked like white trash, but no one could dispute the ripe appeal of that body combined with that face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 08:59:34</strong>
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				Marko Baran is a household name around the park, rather like Iris, with one difference. Where her name carried with implications of favors given, and fun to be had, Marko was generally feared. It was not his imposing frame that they feared - for the man they call the Ram stands a head taller than most, and is possessed of broad shoulders - nor was he an angry person. What people feared about Marko Baran was the inevitable visit when the rent was due. The Ram was the manager of the park, and while he lived outside of the confines of that aluminum and plastic haven, the sight of his sleek black SUV meant only one thing: someone had missed a payment, and he was coming to collect.<br><br>The word was already spreading by cellphone and running child - The Ram was in the park that morning, two days after rent day. His SUV trundles through the twisted maze of haphazardly set up double wides and burnt out cars, and stops right in front of the ramshackle little place that Iris lives in.<br><br>It is not a minute that passes before the driver's side door opens, and Marko steps out. He shuts the door, arms the SUV's alarm despite the fact no one would be fool enough to touch it, and walks up the dirt path to the small porch in front of the trailer. With three raps of his hand, he knocks, and waits for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:34:14</strong>
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				No one bothered to inform Iris about the Ram, unfortunately.&nbsp; And so it was that she jumped up from her bed where she was watching TV and hurried to the door, hearing the urgent rapping.&nbsp; She was here, alone, and so the first thing Iris expected was ... a suitor.&nbsp; That was how it would start, often, with a knocking at the door and someone wanting to visit.&nbsp; Any chance to catch her alone instead of out on the park streets surrounded by a bevy of guys.<br><br>She hurried to the door, in her bare feet, but otherwise presentable in her jean skirt and top.&nbsp; She fixed the neck, tugging it down a bit before she opened the door, tossing her hair back.&nbsp; Pulling it open wide with a sweet smile on her face she froze when she saw who it was.<br><br>Oh shit.&nbsp; The Ram.&nbsp; What was he doing here?&nbsp; "Uh, hello," she said through the screen.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 23:04:13</strong>
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				When Iris opened the door there was not much of a change in Marko's expression. His face, in fact, remained a rather hard to read slab of calm. His steely gray eyes, however, do rake over her body, and he pauses a long moment, taking in the sight of this rather shapely girl. He knew her to see her, and by her reputation, but nothing in his outward appearance betrays that knowledge.<br><br>`I am here about the rent.` It is a simple statement, one that many in the park would fret over. Rent unpaid means many things, but none of them pleasant.<br><br>`Are your parents home?` Marko's accent is Slavic, and while it may make him seem a bit simple, there is a fierce intelligence behind his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 01:53:01</strong>
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				Iris fidgeted from one bare foot to the other as she listened to Marko, his hard accent, his face like rock.&nbsp; He looks at her, like all the boys do, and the men try to hide, but his voice shows none of the passion she might expect.&nbsp; Iris wonders at that, she likes it better when she can wrap a man around her finger.<br><br>"No, they're not here," she answered simply, looking into his eyes and then glancing down, finding it awkward to meet that steely gaze.&nbsp; "They didn't leave me anything for it.&nbsp; So I can tell them to call you or...?" she finished awkwardly, glancing back up.&nbsp; She knows that the Ram doesn't show up all the time.&nbsp; Iris begins to wonder about her parents, their finances.&nbsp; They're always telling her they can't afford things she wants, while they go out and drink.&nbsp; After they got their second car repossessed last year she should have expected things would keep getting worse.&nbsp; What a hole this place is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 09:53:23</strong>
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				He had figured her parents were not around. Marko did not dislike people in general, but he could not abide a deadbeat. It was the third month they had been delinquent, and while the other two times they had been around and had mustered up enough within a day to pay, this was intolerable.<br><br>`No rent is not good.` It seemed a dim thing to say, especially with his accent, but Marko could not be faulted. He was not American by birth, after all. He had adapted quite well, prospered even, but he was from another culture, another world. `This is the third time, I have made much leeway for them. You have no money?`<br><br>There were ideas that came to mind just how Iris might be able to pay him off. His eyes settle into looking her over again, and though he does not smile, there is something in the look that might hint at a way to pay up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 20:59:14</strong>
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				Iris hesitated, watching him through the screen.&nbsp; The words he said, the eyes on her body, it was a message she was well-accustomed to receiving.&nbsp; He may be a little more passionless than she was used to--well, a lot.&nbsp; But she knew men well enough, boys at least, to know what was passing through that mind.<br><br>The real hesitation wasn't about doing it.&nbsp; She'd done it before, with a lot less reason, and no one could accuse her of being stingy with her body.&nbsp; No, the part that made her hesitate was that it was for her parents.&nbsp; She didn't mind giving a guy a few favors to help herself out.&nbsp; But why should she bother giving her parents that kind of help&gt;&nbsp; They wouldn't appreciate it, in fact they'd probably insult her if they knew.<br><br>"No, I don't have any money," she told him.&nbsp; "They give you money more often than they give it to me.&nbsp; They're probably drinking it away."&nbsp; Iris decided not to pull any punches.&nbsp; Frankly, if they got kicked out she could probably find someone else in the park to stay with.&nbsp; Not without the same sort of payment he was looking for, she supposed.&nbsp; What she wouldn't give to get out of this damn park, and this life.<br><br>"So what, you going to throw us out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 01:15:16</strong>
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				Marko considers, and shakes his head. `Kick them out, perhaps. But you, you are not the one who does not pay rent. With you, I have no agreement.`<br><br>Her parents were the worst kind of tenant. Not only were they deadbeats, but they were negligent, and drunks. It was a surprise to Marko that their daughter had not had more problems than a reputation for giving... favors.<br><br>`You, you do not deserve being kicked out. Perhaps we can make agreement. I have other places you could live, nicer.` Marko enjoyed such agreements with more than a few of his tenants. Not everyone would get such a deal from him, as he had money to make, but in Iris he saw potential. She had not only the physical assets, but she had a reputation for being easy with these type of deals. Of course he was not sure just how naive the girl was, or how much power she thought that sexy little body of hers had over men. `You want to live elsewhere, be away from your parents?`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 06:24:32</strong>
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				It was like Marko could read her mind.&nbsp; Or more likely, Iris figured, her body language.&nbsp; Or just her body.&nbsp; Even grown men she knew would bend over backwards to please a girl that looked like her, and not even expect anything in return.&nbsp; They just couldn't help wanting to impress a girl with a nice rack or a pretty face.&nbsp; Iris was not at all disposed to discourage them.<br><br>"Wow, would I ever.&nbsp; I mean I'd be moving out eventually, I just don't have a good job yet or anything," she told the man in her sweetest, most vulnerable voice.&nbsp; She'd never really tried to hold one down - she got the things she wanted from the guys.&nbsp; But no one had offered her a place before.&nbsp; "I'd love a nicer place.&nbsp; No offense," she added realizing he owned this dump.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 00:58:50</strong>
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				Marko actually cracks a smile when she backs out of the last sentence, trying to save it by apologizing. `No, this is a shithole, no offense would be taken.` He leans on the door frame, as if considering a long moment. `Tell you what, I have other places, much better. You work for me, do a job, I set you up with first and last month's rent.`<br><br>He had just the job in mind. Something that would allow her to use the one real asset he could see she had. Of course, he was not about to tell her everything the job would entail. `I need know you are right for the job though. Would need to see you are not shy. Shy girl is not right for the job.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:59:38</strong>
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				Iris bit at the tip of her tongue unconsciously, considering his offer.&nbsp; He wasn't quite like the boys around here, she wasn't sure how to read him.&nbsp; She didn't doubt that she had some idea what he was thinking about though.&nbsp; "No, I'm not shy," she answered.&nbsp; "What kind of job is it?"&nbsp; She didn't want to scare the offer away, but she needed to make sure what it was.&nbsp; Maybe he had a strip club or something, she didn' tknow.&nbsp; Getting out of here sounded good.&nbsp; She'd have to figure out a job after that, but the gleaming possibility of leaving her parents behind and being out on her own, out of this crummy park ... it seemed worth nearly anything.&nbsp; "I'm sure I'd be good at it," she said with a bit of a teasing flirt in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 02:29:15</strong>
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				There were not many who could read Marko, through his accent, and his sedate mannerisms. Marko liked it that way. It made people underestimate him.<br><br>`Not shy is easy to say.` It was a fact. Plenty of girls would say they were not shy, but would back down once they realized what kind of job he offered. `Job is dancing. Can you dance?`<br><br>He gestures to the inside of the trailer. `Let me in, show me you can dance. I think about giving you job so you can get out of this shithole, away from deadbeat parents.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 17:22:01</strong>
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				She knew it.&nbsp; Dancing.&nbsp; She knew a lot of girls from the park who had gone on to dance.&nbsp; I twas hard to make better money than that, coming from here.&nbsp; And the smug expression on her face as she opened the screen door showed what she thought of her dancing.<br><br>"Oh yeah, I can dance," she told him.&nbsp; And it was no lie.&nbsp; She'd always been a good dancer, and though the ballet classes of elementary school were long behind, replaced with moves she picked up from MTV and movies that would make her mother blush, she knew in her core that she knew how to move.<br><br>Letting him take the door she opened she walked back into the darker interior.&nbsp; The living room was there, a small square in the middle where she stood for him.&nbsp; She smiled, seemingly perfectly relaxed now.&nbsp; Teasing and enticing a man, this was right up her alley.&nbsp; Without prompting she began to dance, shifting her hips and tensing her stomach in ways that she knew in a club would get a guy to come right up to her.&nbsp; Her arms went up, knowing her breasts would sway provocatively in her top as she moved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 23:26:16</strong>
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				When Iris open the door with that smug look on her face, Marko's features crease into what might pass as a smile. She was sure of herself, confident. He had seen the look many times before, and even before she danced he knew he was looking at just the right girl. Spirit like that, she would be perfect.<br><br>He follows into the darkened interior of the living room, and nods to himself. The place was a shithole, but it would do for her... audition. While Iris begins to dance, Marko settles onto the ratty looking sofa, and watches.<br><br>Though he is at first stone faced, his eyes follow every move of her hips, and the play of the fabric across her breasts. He nods, an approving look upon his features, and he gestures for her to turn a bit as she dances.<br><br>`You have moves. This is good.` High praise from a man with his reputation. `Tell me you are not too shy to remove some clothes. How much would you take off?`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 16:37:36</strong>
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				Iris looked smug as she turned over her shoulder to listen to his praise, letting him get a good look at her backside as well in her tight jean skirt.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said as if she was surprised to be praised, even looking down through her eyelashes.<br><br>"I don't mind showing my tits," she told him boldly.&nbsp; She knew guys loved it when a girl called them tits.&nbsp; "And down to my underwear.&nbsp; It's nothing they wouldn't see at the beach," she added, trying to sound blase about the whole thing.&nbsp; She knew stripping meant a lot of money.&nbsp; A nice place, real money, her own life.&nbsp; Her friends in the park would shit themselves with jealousy.&nbsp; <br><br>"You want to see?" she asked, hoping to seal the deal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 02:34:51</strong>
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				Marko is a man, but he is not one to be entrapped by feminine wiles. When she feigns the surprise, he smiles still, but sees it for the manipulation it is. Still, his reactions are sedate. This girl is quite promising indeed.<br><br>Tits and underwear? So she was modest after all. He nods slightly, at the question that follows up her answer. `Yes, I would like very much to see.`
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 06:56:50</strong>
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				Iris was happy.&nbsp; The fact that she was peeling off her top for a strange man who ran her parents' trailer park did not bother her.&nbsp; She tossed it on the couch, arching her back to press her chest forward, her young firm breasts pleasantly presented in a demicup bra.&nbsp; They were tan, round and hung perfectly as she undid the clasp and slowly slid the bra down her arms, knowing the way they hung bare between her arms as she did so would be enticing.&nbsp; No, she had done much, much more in her parents' living room, and gotten much, much less for it.&nbsp; <br><br>Today as she unzipped her denim skirt, turned around and peeled it off, bending to give him an amazing view of her ass clad in only a skimpy pair of satin panties, today she felt good.&nbsp; Putting one hand on the arm of the couch, bent over she looked over her shoulder, her hair and breasts hanging free and kicked away her skirt.&nbsp; "Not too shy, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 19:55:36</strong>
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				Iris can dance, which is good, because Marko had given this deal before to girls who could barely walk when in front of people. They still provided the needed service, but in the end, his friends were not as happy as they could have been. She was also not shy, which was important. The less shy she was, the easier the transition would be.<br><br>When she bends over the couch and displays that thinly covered ass, Marko nods, the quiet smile still upon his features. `Very good. Not too shy at all. I had thought you might not be. People talk here, say you do things for men. Dancing least of them.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 22:06:49</strong>
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				Iris blushed a little, turning back to face away from the man as she slowly straightened, her arms crossing slightly to cover her breasts.&nbsp; She then turned around to look at him.<br><br>"I don't know what people say," she lied.&nbsp; She knew what they must say, because the boys kept showing up, and then some of the men too.&nbsp; She knew, but it was always an awkward moment, when they talked about it, but before they just did something.&nbsp; Was he going to ask her to do something?&nbsp; For her parent's rent, no way, but for what he was talking about?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 02:13:59</strong>
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				She acts modest now, covering herself, and even managing to blush. It only serves to settle in Marko's mind she is right for this job. Of course, there is always the practical test.<br><br>`You know, Marko is no fool.` His voice is even, though there are other indications of his interest. `You are not child. They say you know how to please a man. Is this true?`
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 05:54:07</strong>
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				Iris chewed on her tongue nervously, unaware of how young it made her look, even standing nearly naked in front of this man.&nbsp; She wasn't used to a guy being so direct, so business like. <br><br>"Yes, I do," she said, a hint of pride in her voice, and a lot of uncertainty.&nbsp; She knew she did, and frankly was pretty impressed with herself.&nbsp; she&nbsp; was able to get whatever she wanted, all because she could make a guy go crazy.&nbsp; But she wasn't sure what this man thought of that, or what she was getting herself into.&nbsp; She wasn't sure he was the type to get crazy.<br><br>"Guys can't leave me alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 09:55:01</strong>
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				She was quite innocent looking for one so naked, and with such a reputation, yet Marko was sure her reputation was well deserved. He lets his eyes rake over her again, and nods.<br><br>`I can see why. You are quite lovely, and not shy at all. But, I am still not sure you want the job, or the apartment.`<br><br>He leans back on the ratty old sofa, arms leaning over the back of it.<br><br>`Perhaps you should show me how much you want it? Demonstrate your other skills besides dancing.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 16:18:45</strong>
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				Iris bit her lip once or twice but then decided.&nbsp; Dropping her arms she crossed her living room to kneel down in front of Marko.&nbsp; He was no boy like she usually fooled with, but then he had a lot more to offer her than some boy.<br><br>"I'm going to show you.&nbsp; But tell me what the deal is first."&nbsp; She rubbed her hands up the inside of his thighs, making sure his legs were parted, and then over the bulge of his crotch.&nbsp; "I want to know what I'm signing up for."&nbsp; With that she dragged one finger down his zipper, teasing, looking up at him with her blonde hair falling around her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 04:12:03</strong>
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				When she kneels in front of him, Marko's head cants to the side, and he watches the way she moves, the look upon her face. There is trepidation there, hesitation, but he pays it no mind. She had come this far. He almost has her.<br><br>`The deal?` He shifts his legs as she rubs her hands along them, making room for her. `Deal is simple. You come and dance at private party, big send-off for a friend. You make my friends happy, you get handed the keys and get a drive to your new apartment. Groceries waiting there for you, charge card for new clothes. Escape.`<br><br>He tilts his head again. `All you need do is seal the deal.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 06:50:42</strong>
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				Dancing at a private party.&nbsp; It was a bit different than what she had imagined, but maybe a bit better.&nbsp; She didn't doubt the guys would get their hands on her, but it wouldn't be the first time she'd been with a bunch of boys.&nbsp; Right here in this living room there had been a party, the neighborhood guys had pulled a train on her.&nbsp; It did not occur to Iris that this could be much different.<br><br>"I like the deal," she purred, putting on the face she did when she wanted to make a guy happy.&nbsp; pulling down his zipper she eagerly went to work, trying to put aside the fact of his age.&nbsp; Otherwise he was just another guy.<br><br>Iris's hand fished inside his pants, working his cock out of the zipper.&nbsp; She pressed herself further between his legs, spreading them with her shoulders as she squatted on her heels.&nbsp; Once his cock was out she stroked it easily with one hand, looking up and smiling coyly as she hardened it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 16:00:09</strong>
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				She likes the deal now. Marko's half-smile returns, and he places his hands behind his head, leaning back on the ratty old sofa.<br><br>`Good. We will do good business together.`<br><br>When her hand slides into his pants, and she slips him out of the zipper, Iris will discover just why they call Marko the Ram. Long before he owned the park he was making his own money with sex, except he was a film star, one known for his rather sizable cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 18:12:06</strong>
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				Marko heard her gasp.&nbsp; The kind of thing you saw in porn movies, yet he could hear how genuine it was, her shock and surprise as his cock flopped out of his pants.&nbsp; It was only half hard, still bent over as she took it out.&nbsp; And yet it was thicker than anything she had ever seen.&nbsp; And the head, the head was fatter than the shaft and she could see that by itself it would fill her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand wrapped around the shaft and stroked and she watched in amazement and a bit of fear as it grew, that thickness growing hard under her touch.&nbsp; Now it was like a fat snake but it transformed into something more like a bat, an instrument to bludgeon with.&nbsp; Iris looked up at him with a startled expression, making her look all the more youthful despite her makeup and nudity.&nbsp; As she stared into the man's eyes she felt it thickening still in her grip, growing longer.&nbsp; "I, I didn't know you were so big, Mr. Baran," she said, having to lean back on her heels as the cock lengthened.&nbsp; She looked down at it and decided to do her best.&nbsp; Putting out her tongue she began to swirl it around the fat head, then locking her lips along the shaft in a wet kiss, slid them up and down the length, wetting and sucking the shaft.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 00:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marko is no stranger to this manner of surprise from a woman, young or old. Even when he was in the business, working with starlets with no small amount of experience, they all reacted the same upon seeing him for the first time.<br><br>While Iris strokes his cock, he watches the reaction, and the smile grows upon his face. She had done this before, but she no doubt had much to learn. It was going to be good having a deal with her.<br><br>`I am not so well known these days. Once, many knew why I was called the Ram.`<br><br>When she begins to work his cock with lips and tongue, Marko nods, and closes his eyes for just a moment before watching again.<br><br>`This is good, no need to try to be heroic and swallow whole thing. Not many can.`
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 17:13:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris could believe that.&nbsp; She wondered what kind of girls knew about his ram, she couldn't quite imaging anyone being attracted enough to the older man to want him.&nbsp; Perhaps just girls like her, eager for a job.&nbsp; In any event she sighed in relief as he old her she realistically did not have to try to take him all the way in - she had been afraid he would be insistent like a few of the boys were.<br><br>Relieved she worked to do her best for him, to show her appreciation.&nbsp; She couldn't suck much more into her mouth than the head.&nbsp; So she would do that, swirling her tongue around it and sucking.&nbsp; And then she would take her mouth off, lock her lips around the underside of his shaft the best she could, wrapping around half of its girth and with a wet sucking slide up and down as fast she could.&nbsp; All the while her fingers circled the base and jerked on the monster shaft.&nbsp; she hoped he would appreciate it.&nbsp; She hoped she would get the job.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 19:18:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sense of relief that Iris holds at not having to attempt to take too much of Marko's sizable cock in her mouth is evident to him mere moments after he tells her she does not need to be heroic about it. She seems to transition from hesitant to something else, perhaps appreciative, quite quickly, and the effect upon him is registered by a shift in breathing.<br><br>When she first takes the head of his cock into her mouth and twirls her tongue about it while she sucks, he sucks a hissing breath in through his teeth, and, eyes slightly closed, he nods. `Good, very good.`<br><br>His stamina was well storied in the industry, almost as much as his size, but much of that is due to sheer force of will. He could withhold for a long time, if he so desired, but he does not want this girl to grow tired while she works his cock. He does not want her questioning if she is right in taking the job after all.<br><br>Besides, the combination of her youth and her enthusiasm, as well as no small amount of skill on her part, has him feeling quite good. Good enough that after a few minutes he lets out a low groan, and bows his head to look down his chest at her.<br><br>`I will come soon.`<br><br>Nothing, no instructions. He will come soon, and in volume, and he will leave it to her to decide just what to do about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 23:58:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris looked up at him, a bit shaken by this strange man.&nbsp; He sat, seemingly impassive, as he informed her he was about to cum.&nbsp; Hardly an expression on his face.&nbsp; Nothing like any man she had had before.&nbsp; Determined to make it true she wrapped her soft lips around his shaft, taking the head into her mouth.&nbsp; She wasn't able to take even half of him inside her mouth without causing discomfort, but that half she worked with her mouth, up and down, up and down, her tongue lapping underneath.&nbsp; All the while she jerked at his cock with her other hand, rubbing her own saliva on the skin.<br><br>Iris was not the kind of girl that spit it out, or made them go in a kleenex.&nbsp; One of her first lessons had been that guys will go nuts for a girl that swallows, and so she intended to swallow.&nbsp; Better than getting it in her pussy, which was the usual other choice.&nbsp; Staring up at him as she worked, she willed him to cum.&nbsp; To cum and hire her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 21:28:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the films that Marko had been a part of, in the life he had lived before those films, he was merely background. In movies, it was his cock that was the star. The Ram had fans of its own, many of whom had never so much as seen anything from the waist up of the body behind the fucking. It was a different time for pornography, a time before quick-cuts and angles that show way, way, too much. But that is not to say Marko is not enjoying Iris' ministrations upon his cock. Quite the opposite is true.<br><br>When Iris shifts position, and takes half of his length into her mouth, he lets out a low moan. A betrayal of his facade, perhaps, but the girl simply knows how to suck a cock, and suck it well. He had tagged her early on for an asset, but he might have indulge himself of her again.<br><br>With a shudder, Marko looks down to her, and grunts the word 'now.' At the same time as he utters the words - a warning to any who had seen him in climax before - and he rolls his head and eyes back, shuddering and erupting hard into her mouth. While Iris may pride herself on swallowing, she might regret not getting some Kleenex now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 03:24:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris heard him speak, but she could tell already from the way he shifted, clutching the chair, his lower body trembling.&nbsp; She felt him press his cock forward involuntarily, and Iris pulled her head back, keeping the head at a safe point in her mouth, not wanting to choke.<br><br>Little did Iris realize that not choking was not an option.&nbsp; His hips bucked, his cock jerked inside her mouth.&nbsp; A familiar sensation, but different with a cock of this size.&nbsp; And then she felt his cum strike her throat.<br><br>It was a sensation unlike she had felt before, the amount of cum that shot with such power into her throat.&nbsp; She swallowed it noisily only to find her throat filled again, even while still in the process of swallowing. And again.&nbsp; His cock shuddered and it shot out cum and now she choked, her throat filled with more cum even as she finished swallowing the first load.&nbsp; She coughed and pulled back, trying to swallow all that thick cum so that she could breathe.&nbsp; <br><br>But his cock came again, covering her tongue and filling her mouth.&nbsp; She pulled back further, only to find that itw as not over, his cock spurting more white seed over her soft lips and across her cheek.&nbsp; Iris choked and gagged, staring up at him in shock as the cum she could not swallow dribbled out from the corners of her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 11:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though he is in the midst of a very powerful orgasm, even though part of his mind is shut off, blanked in the midst of a little death, Marko retains enough sense to watch Iris' reactions, to see how she adapts. Until now, he suspects, she has been with little boys pretending to be men.<br><br>She is valiant in her efforts not to choke upon the torrent of cum he unleashes, and he is impressed with the fact that she does not pull back right away. Either she has done so before and wound up rewarded with a shot in the eye, or she is confident. When she does pull back, he resists the impulse to place a hand on the back of her head, and to hold her in place. She need not be distressed by this. He has baited a hook, and she bit. Now, with her swallowing his cum, he will catch her, or he will scare her away.<br><br>When she stares up at him he can see the awe, and he can see the last of his cum dribbling down her mouth. He nods, suitably impressed with the job she has done.<br><br>`We have deal, then.` His voice is, as always, flat, but she will know by the taste in her mouth just how impressed he really is. `You clean up, get anything you want to bring, and I will have someone come to drive you to your new apartment.`<br><br>Just like that. As if he had a place all ready for some girl to come along and earn with her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 21:47:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When finally her mouth was empty, some cum down her throat, others dripping out of her mouth, Iris took in a long ragged breath.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding though she had hardly moved, and though he sat impassively like nothing had happened.&nbsp; He was like a statue, his twitching wet cock the only sign of his interest in what she had done.<br><br>"What, like right now?" she stammered as she sat back, eyes glancing around for something to wipe her face on.&nbsp; Now that it was over she battled with the shame of how she must look sitting there.&nbsp; She had swallowed a boy's cum before, but never worn it as a badge of her sluttiness.&nbsp; Only the fact that he seemed, if not pleased, at least indifferent to her, passing no judgment as some of the boys would do once they were done.<br><br>It seemed so fast, to go now.&nbsp; But what did she have to wait around for?&nbsp; She wouldn't tell her mother either way, to listen to her bitch or drone on about it.&nbsp; Why not start now?&nbsp; Her heart was racing for a whole new reason now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:40:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a look around the room, taking in all that it does not have to offer, Marko shrugs. To look at her there upon her knees, his cum branding her for what she is, she still remains the most beautiful thing in the trailer. And perhaps the most valuable.<br><br>`You have something to stay for?` He asks it plainly. If she hesitates, the implication is that she will lose out. Of course, given the blowjob she just gave him, and just how much potential she had, he was not about to let her languish here and be the park bicycle. `Perhaps you want me to fuck?`<br><br>He lets the words hang in the air a moment before reaching for her top, the one she had tossed onto the couch. Almost callously he uses the top to wipe his crotch clean before tossing it back onto the couch and tucking his cock away. `I have other business, but rest assure you will be taken care of. Anything you need, tell the driver. He will be waiting for you.`<br><br>Marko stands, and he considers her for a moment. `I know I am cold. It is my upbringing. You, Iris, you need not worry. I very much appreciate your skills.`<br><br>That said, he zips up, and heads out the front door of the trailer. As he does, he pulls a cellphone out of his pocket, calling for a driver for her. When she has packed, she will find someone waiting outside, and his SUV gone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 05:12:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris watched him, all her youthful uncertainty and inexperience showing as her emotions flitted across her face. Unsure if he was going to fuck her, unsure if that was what she wanted, eagerness to get out of this hole, disgust as he wiped himself on her shirt.&nbsp; When he stood and spoke his words helped.&nbsp; In fact they nearly won her over completely.&nbsp; This was not a hard, scary man who was going to find some way to use her.&nbsp; He was someone who wanted to help and just didn't know how to come across.<br><br>Iris smiled broadly as she stood up as well, not feeling uncomfortable despite the mess and undress.&nbsp; This type of parting was not unfamiliar to her.&nbsp; and this one was more promising than any of the others.&nbsp; "Thank you, Mr. Marko," she told him, putting back on her youthful charm.&nbsp; She put her hand on his arm and smiled as he left.&nbsp; He might have heard while on the porch her squeal of delight after she closed the door.&nbsp; This was it, things were suddenly going to change. Like any girl Iris had dreamt of escaping to a more glamorous life.&nbsp; Now she was sure she would.<br><br>When she climbed into the SUV 40 minutes later, with one very full bag and nothing else, she had a smile on her face, a pair of big sunglasses and confidence that life was getting better by the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 06:27:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No one offers to help her with her bag when she climbs into the SUV. The vehicle is already idling, and within moments of her sitting down, it is in gear, and pulling away from her old home and onward to new horizons. To hope, it would seem.<br><br>The driver is a young man, not much older than Iris herself. He has Slavic features much like Marko had, however he is more handsome than he is cut of rough granite. There is more polish to him, right down to the calculated manner in which he dresses - casual, yet with an eye for labels and accessorizing. The kid adjusts the rear view mirror as he turns onto the road heading out of the park, his eyes covered with dark sunglasses.<br><br>`So you're the new girl?` He has the faintest hint of an accent. It would seem he has been on this side of the ocean much of his life, in just those words. `I'm Yuri. I'll be your driver today, and at your call if you need anything. There's a small bar back there, feel free to help yourself.`<br><br>He is smiling, and while his words and tone are friendly, he is really thinking about how much he would like to pull over and insist on a fuck. Not yet, though. He had orders otherwise. Instead, he is the perfect gentleman, and friendly as well. All throughout the drive he will keep up conversation, though he is avoids questions about Marko, or what he does for the man.<br><br>Ultimately he drives them to the city, past the endless suburbs and right into the downtown core. While the building they arrive at is not in the center of downtown, but rather closer to the industrial docks, it is quite the nice neighborhood, and a vast improvement on the park.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:57:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris frowned down at her clothing after observing the driver and his casually immaculate dress.&nbsp; Here she was in her jeans and tanktop and feeling like the girl from the trailer park more keenly than ever.&nbsp; She tugged and adjusted but nothing would make her match the style of the car or driver.&nbsp; The transit from the park through the suburbs and into the city proper only highlighted the feeling, making her feel less and less at home in the new environs.&nbsp; She did not talk much, did not drink, only sat and began to wonder if she had made a mistake.&nbsp; Home was ... well, crap, but they knew her and people liked her and she had never wondered about her place there.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring out the window as the car stops, Iris wonders what she's going to do now.&nbsp; Will she find a way to fit in in the city, becoming something new like she always wanted?&nbsp; The question of what she would have to do to afford this place barely entered her mind.&nbsp; Clutching her bag she slid out of the car, thinking she must look as out of place as she feels.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 02:16:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The driver reaches up for a pass tucked into the visor of the drivers side of the SUV, and he waves it over the reader for the gate. He drives down into the underground parking for the complex, and parks in a spot near to the elevator. When parked, he steps out of the car, and opens the back door for Iris, beckoning for the elevator. He follows her to the elevator, and stays quiet as they wait, as if sensing her mood. As the elevator arrives, he leads, and he presses the call button for the fifteenth floor.<br><br>He could be quiet on the ride up, but instead Yuri smiles. `They are just clothes, you know. You are a beautiful girl, that will be the same no matter where you are.` The statement is truthful on his part. She is gorgeous. Of course he says it as much out of desire for her as to ease her troubled mind.<br><br>Their arrival at the fifteenth floor comes quickly, and with little fanfare on the part of the elevator. Yuri leads the way to a door down the hall, and he fishes a set of keys from his pocket. He offers the keys to Isis with a smile. `It is your place now. You should do the honors.`<br><br>The apartment she had been promised is actually a one bedroom condo. A condo with a sweeping view of the city. It has been tastefully decorated, and as promised, she will find groceries in the large fridge, and a charge card on the counter. All of this, for the promise to dance at a party, and for a blowjob.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:20:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[ooc: I'm sorry, real life concerns have swamped me.&nbsp; I haven't been able to check in here at all.&nbsp; If possible, and if you're still interested, I will try to tag as I can, but can't make any real promises.]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 18:55:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[Life comes before play, so I understand quite well. I'm still interested, and I'm happy with waiting.]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 20:11:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris hadn't got where she was by being very discerning.&nbsp; The man's kind words and praise in the elevator lifted her spirits.&nbsp; She found herself smiling coyly, glancing sideways at him and accepting his compliments in a demure fashion.&nbsp; At the same time she shifted herself a bit closer to her, automatically shifting into the assumption that he wanted her.&nbsp; It was how men treated her, and what they seemed to expect after they complimented her.&nbsp; <br><br>The experience is surreal, being led from the private garage up the well decorated elevator into the sumptuous hall and to a door, all of her own.&nbsp; Iris had hardly ever had a room of her own even in the trailer, to be presented with such a place to be hers, it was no exaggeration to say she didn't know what to think, it was the literal truth.&nbsp; She stared at him a moment before she realized what he was doing, taking the keys from him and taking a long moment to operate the lock.&nbsp; As she stepped in she walked around, clearly in shock, looking at her new surroundings.&nbsp; She was not wise enough really to wonder at the disconnect between what she was given and what she had offered, not in a suspicious way.&nbsp; Instead she merely marveled at what it was.<br><br>"This is- I've never seen a place like this, never mind live in one," the young woman said, staring at the driver who had accompanied her there.&nbsp; She didn't even know his name, she realized, and yet there he stood in her doorway.&nbsp; "Come in," she said with a warm smile which was more inviting than she realized.&nbsp; "Is this, is this normal?&nbsp; I mean this place, or me having it or what ..." she trailed off, not knowing what she was saying.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:00:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It is not lost on Yuri, the shift in Iris' posture, the quiet move closer to him in the elevator while they ride to the fifteenth floor. He is a keen observer, and part of his duties call for him to scout for Marko, to find girls for him. He has, over the years, learned to see the signs of a girl used to acting in a manner she thinks pleases a man.<br><br>He has also, from time to time, observed the effect a gesture such as giving a place for a girl to live could have upon them. Isis does not fail to act as he had expected. The promise that the apartment offers often overwhelms, and distracts a girl. Little does Iris know that there are several other condos in the building with girls in them who first earned their way with a little dance and a blowjob as well.<br><br>When she invites him in, Yuri matches the smile with one of his own. `This is quite the place Marko has given to you.` He is genuinely impressed by the view. `You must have made quite an impression upon him.`
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:14:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris had the decency to blush a bit at Yuri's comment, not knowing how much Yuri knew of what she had done to impress.&nbsp; Iris wasn't exactly ashamed of what she'd done, but she wouldn't kiss and tell.&nbsp; Still, how could she explain what he'd given her?<br><br>"He is very nice," she said, trying for some faint praise, not wanting to sound too impressed or not impressed enough.&nbsp; "I'm going to work it off,but it's such a blessing to get out of that park and get a start here."&nbsp; She sounded like a beauty pageant contestant.&nbsp; She really was sincere though.&nbsp; A little blowjob was no problem if it gave her this. <br><br>Speaking of which ... Iris eyed Yuri, feeling him out for what he was up to.&nbsp; She didn't know how close he was to Marko, but he had driven her here, and been so nice.&nbsp; "You want to stay for a bit?" she asked him in a warm voice, "Or do you have to get going?&nbsp; I know you probably have other work to do but ... "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:27:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Iris calls Marko nice, Yuri cannot help but chuckle heartily. `I have known Marko many years, Iris. He is generous, yes, but nice is not a word that would often be used to describe him.` The man was cold and calculating. He gave much, but only when he could gain from it. As he planned to gain from her no doubt. The work she mentions, Yuri is not sure just what she thinks she is in for, but he knows there is more to it than she expects. Still, he says nothing.<br><br>After all, she has just invited him to stay. Why spoil such an invite. `I am on call at the moment. Marko expressed no need for me to return right away. I would very much like to stay, yes.`<br><br>Now, what exactly she had in mind he does not know, but Yuri does venture to take off his jacket. If he is to be a guest, it would be rude to wear it, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:34:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris shrugged at Yuri's description of Marko.&nbsp; She wasn't much of a student of people.&nbsp; "Well, I can't imagine him telling a joke or petting a puppy.&nbsp; But he did an awfully nice thing for me, at least."&nbsp; She smiled, all of her innocence shining through despite her experience.<br><br>It was her experience which showed next as she sauntered over to where Yuri was taking off his jacket.&nbsp; "Sure, let me take that," she said, coming up very close and brushing his hand as she took it from him.&nbsp; She gave him a slow smile, taking her time before she turned away and looked for a place to put the jacket.&nbsp; It didn't matter much to her where it went, it was just an excuse to come close.&nbsp; Looking around, Iris was distracted by the rest of the apartment.&nbsp; The coat draped over her arm she turned back to Yuri, "Come, let's look at the rest," she told him excitedly.&nbsp; She hurried across the living room, which was obviously nice, to the hall where she expected to find her bedroom.&nbsp; Two birds with one stone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 07:35:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuri can see that innocence radiating through when Isis smiles, and he knows exactly why it is that Marko chose her. Were he a more honorable man, were this a few years before, he might warn her. He might sweep her away from all of this and hide her from his boss. As it is, however, he lost any claim to honor ages ago.<br><br>And so when she hurries across the living room he follows, a smile playing across his lips at her display of excitement. She was so naive for a girl not much younger than himself. It was an endeering quality. He follows her along into the single bedroom of the condo, which also has a door to the balcony, and shares a view with the living room through the sweeping windows. It was simply furnished, with no extra touches. But it had a bed, and to some that was all that mattered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 21:15:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh wow," Iris exclaimed, rushing around the bedroom, which despite its sparse nature held no end of amazement for her.&nbsp; "You don't even know, this is almost as big as our trailer.&nbsp; This bed is as big as my bedroom!"&nbsp; Iris threw herself down on the bed, bouncing on her ass with a giggle.&nbsp; From there she could see out the windows and see the city itself.&nbsp; It was hard to believe she was gone, gone from that crummy park and all those losers.&nbsp; She was so happy, she had to find a way to share it.<br><br>"Why don't you come over here, Yuri," she told him with a smile, as if she was submitting to something that was his idea.&nbsp; "There's a really good view."&nbsp; She was dressed simply, in worn skin tight jeans and a tanktop, a strip of tan stomach showing as she leaned back on her hands. She was excited, and Iris really only knew one thing to do with excitement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yuri himself was impressed by the view. Iris did not know it, but he lived in the same building. The prime difference between their places, however, was that he was down on the fourth floor, barely above the level of street noise. His view was of the cars below, and the building across the way. Iris' excitement is infectious, though, and as she declares just how big the room and bed is, he finds himself watching not the details she points out, but her. There are no thoughts of how innocent she is running through his head, now, and he seems right in dispelling them.<br><br>`I do not doubt the quality of the view, Iris.` He moves to join her upon the bed, sitting right close to her, one hand resting so that he leans half over her. `I like what is here better, though.` The boss had not forbidden him from sampling the new girl's talents, and she seemed to be sending the signals, so why deny himself? When he settles upon the bed, Yuri leans to kiss Iris, to judge her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 16:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris could see the view out of the windows, the view of the room itself, even as Yuri leans over her, obscuring half her vision.&nbsp; Only as his lips press against hers does she turn her eyes solely to him.&nbsp; She kissed him back, clearly no stranger to this.&nbsp; And though it gives her the familiar thrill, there is an added layer being in this room, this new world.&nbsp; <br><br>She reaches up and hangs onto his neck as they kiss, pulling him down towards her as she sinks back on the bed.&nbsp; The mattress even feels plusher than her old one.&nbsp; She's sure the sheets will be nicer.&nbsp; The smile that wants to come to her lips is translated into a hungrier kiss, her mouth opening to his, her hand stroking against his back and neck and head, urging him on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 09:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never one to let opportunity pass him up, Yuri takes the hands on his back as a cue and slides a hand up under Iris' tank top. He is so eager to get a feel for her breasts, to see if they are in fact real, that he does not bother to strip the top from her just yet. He does, however, slip his free hand between them to undo the fly of her jeans. <br><br>Where Marko was content to let her do her think, it would seem Yuri is very hands on in his approach. All the while he greedily kisses her, having abandoned the polite driver persona entirely once they hit the plush mattress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 02:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris is not unfamiliar with the hands-on type, and is pleased at Yuri's eagerness to touch her body. As most guys his hand goes immediately under her shirt to her full breasts, squeezing under her bra to get a feel of the soft firm flesh.&nbsp; She moaned encouragingly into his mouth, feeling him fumbling with her breasts and her jeans at the same time, popping things open.&nbsp; She supposed she should feel a bit ashamed she was about to christen her brand new bed with a near stranger moments after seeing it.&nbsp; But she was happy, and what better way to celebrate it.&nbsp; &nbsp;And besides it was just this one time.&nbsp; Now she was away from the trailer park, away from all those boys.&nbsp; She'd get a chance at a new start.&nbsp; <br><br>Iris's own hands went to his shirt, untucking it from behind and trying to tug it off of him, feeling his strong bare back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was one constant with the people that Marko employs it is that they are not lacking in strength. Yuri is no exception. He is perhaps on the short side for most of the crew, but his frame is packed with workman's muscles, earned in his previous employ.<br><br>Yuri is quite pleased to find this girl's fantastic breasts are a product of nature rather than a surgeon's hands. He has never been a fan of the silicone variety, not that it would deter him in this moment. He gives one of her breasts another squeeze before withdrawing his hand from under her shirt, and he shifts to allow her access to take off his shirt. When his torso is freed, he kisses her again and then starts to slide off her top, to expose her bra encased breasts to his further attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Promotion of a Slut (lips and thorns + Xerial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 20:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Iris was happy to relieve him of his shirt, and then assist him in relieving herself of hers.&nbsp; Tossing them both to the floor beside the bed, she laid back down, confident that the view of her in her bra and jeans would be pleasing to him.&nbsp; She was certainly enjoying the view of him.&nbsp; He was in better shape than most fo the guys in school except for maybe a few of the basketball players.&nbsp; But he was more clearly a grown man.&nbsp; Her hands stroked across his chest and stomach, inviting him down towards her.&nbsp; She wanted to feel that skin and that weight on herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks for bringing me here," she said with a little sly smile as she caught her breath.&nbsp; This was the best way she knew to thank a guy.
			</dd>
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