Teacher Pet (Mithlomwen and Served Cold)
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				Title: <strong>Teacher Pet (Mithlomwen and Served Cold)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Served Cold</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 02:28:11</strong>
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				(http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Editorial/090615/DILF/crops/06dilf-daniel-dae-kim1.jpg)<br><br>The invitation was printed on heavy bond.&nbsp; Paper the color of fresh ivory, ink painted in the style of Chinese calligraphy in bold strokes across the stiff, textured surface.<br><br><em>Mr. Jaewon Rhee and guest are cordially invited to Tim and Celeste’s second annual S&amp;M ball, at six o’clock at their home on Fulsom Street.&nbsp; R.S.V.P.</em><br><br>He had RSVPed alright, back when there was an “and guest” that could accompany him.&nbsp; But a month can change a lot of things, and Jaewon ate dinner alone that night, cleaning his dishes and setting them beside the sink to dry.&nbsp; The invitation hung by magnets on the refrigerator, and he could see it whenever he turned.&nbsp; Logically, he knew that he was withdrawing from his friends, but it didn’t change the fact that he would have preferred to lay back on the couch and watch T.V. than go to Tim and Celeste’s place.&nbsp; He had most of a bottle of Scotch, and an Errol Flynn marathon on one of the classic movie channels.&nbsp; How hard would it be to just...do nothing?<br><br>Jaewon was halfway across the living room before he stopped.&nbsp; His feet stopped, the rest of him kept going, as if half of him was just willing to be carried forth by inertia alone, but the rest of him refused to cooperate.&nbsp; He reeled forward overcorrected, and staggered backwards like a drunk working out how to operate his limbs.<br><br>“OK,” said the Korean-American executive, to no one in particular.&nbsp; He turned around, and walked back into the kitchen, pulling the invitation off the fridge.&nbsp; It left a square, white space on the gleaming black surface of the appliance, and Jaewon saw a darkly tinted reflection of himself staring back.&nbsp; Thirty-two years old, with the athletic slenderness of a man who logged his hours at the gym as assiduously as he billed clients, smooth-skinned and professionally groomed.&nbsp; He had removed his jacket and tie when he’d left the office, his shoes when he’d come in the door, but he wasn’t worried about <strong>under</strong> dressing to one of Tim and Celeste’s little parties.&nbsp; If anything, he looked too straight-laced, especially given his reputation in the scene.<br><br>Five thirty.&nbsp; He didn’t have time to both change into something a little more menacing AND make it there on time.&nbsp; But this was San Francisco; traffic was a foregone conclusion, and Tim and Celeste lived halfway across town anyway.&nbsp; Why not dress up, make the night of it, or at least pour back a few beers in the company of his friends instead of alone?&nbsp; It wasn’t like <em>she</em> was going to be there, after all.&nbsp; And he might even see a good show, depending on the crowd that turned up; as good as anything Errol Flynn had ever done…publically, at least.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaewon found himself in a surprisingly cheerful mood when he left the house fifteen minutes later, a nondescript brown overcoat over his party wear.&nbsp; Maybe he was getting over her after all.&nbsp; He couldn’t remember looking forward to anything as much as this in a rather long time.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher Pet (Mithlomwen and Served Cold)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 02:22:55</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Black_and_white_portrait_by_xChristinex89x.jpg)<br><br>"Come on Riley!"&nbsp; Jenny urged, the short blonde tugging on the arm of her friend eagerly, leading the slightly taller brunette toward the front door of the house.&nbsp; "No one will bite you I promise.....well not unless you want them to!"&nbsp; She teased, a bright twinkle in her blue eyes as she watched the look of horror cross her friend's face.&nbsp; "Oh come on...I'm only teasing.&nbsp; They're good people Ri, I promise.&nbsp; I wouldn't have brought you here if they weren't."&nbsp; <br><br>Riley O'Connor eyed her friend suspiciously, quirking a dark manicured brow at her, not entirely sure she was telling her the truth.&nbsp; "Jen, I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb in there!"&nbsp; She protested, pulling back against Jenny's hold on her arm, very nearly making the blonde drag her toward the door.&nbsp; "I don't know anything about any of this...for all I know they're going to tie me up and....and.....well I don't know what!"&nbsp; She hissed softly, her dark blue eyes glancing around to see if anyone was watching the two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenny snorted and rolled her eyes at Riley, hooking her arm with the brunette and all but dancing up to the door.&nbsp; "No one will touch you unless you want them to sweetie.&nbsp; They aren't a bunch of heathens....just people who enjoy a few kinky things on the side that's all."&nbsp; The blonde turned to poke her friend in the shoulder none to gently, "Something YOU could do with a little bit of in your life if you don't mind my saying so.&nbsp; You're entirely too serious." <br><br>"I'm a school teacher Jen, I'm <em>supposed</em> to be serious.&nbsp; What would my students think if they could see me at a place like this?"&nbsp; Riley asked, swallowing hard past the lump that had formed in her throat. <br><br>"They'd probably think you were the coolest teacher ever!&nbsp; Riley you teach a bunch of horny teenagers, what do you think they would think?&nbsp; They'd probably be all like, 'Miss O'Connor you ROCK!' Besides you already are pretty cool, not many teachers go to school sporting a nose ring and goth jewelry do they?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Jenny wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her close.&nbsp; "Just relax and try to have some fun OK?&nbsp; I won't leave your side I promise.&nbsp; You'll be just fine here."&nbsp; <br><br>Riley took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, glancing down at the black corset she wore.&nbsp; The creamy flesh of her breasts looking, from her angle at least, as if they might spill completely out of the top if she moved a certain way.&nbsp; Never in her life had she shown this much cleavage, nor felt as naked as she did at that moment.&nbsp; At least the black pencil skirt she wore offered her lower half a bit more coverage despite the way it molded itself to the curves of her body.&nbsp; Shaking her head she wondered how in the world she'd let Jenny talk her into this.&nbsp; A BDSM party!&nbsp; She was going to a BDSM party.... <br><br>She felt a moment of panic when the front door opened, very nearly breaking free of Jenny's hold and bolting for the car, but before she could, Jenny had handed over the invitation and yanked her inside of the door.....<br><br>
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