An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer & Revolutionist)
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				Title: <strong>An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 19:44:44</strong>
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				Growing up in a small town in the middle of no where was very hard on a young girl. Bella, with her long black hair and pale skin, had hopes and dreams of marrying into a rich wealthy family. But it was very rare that someone like that came through the town. However with her big green eyes, and fit body she became the attention of all the men in town. Her parents had hope of her marrying the son of the town banker. He had even began courting her. Yet she showed little interest in him.<br><br>Every night she would work her small town job in the little inn and tavern, hoping that one day her rich prince would come save her from her hill billy hell. Though her life was about to change in ways she didn't expect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 20:05:10</strong>
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				Jack Marston strode through the small town, His stare and name legendary, as was the speed of his draw. The side of the streets full of small groups, surprised that this man would even come to their small little town. When his name was name whispered by one it was shushed by the next, the town were in fear but also in awe. But Jack had no interest in them, his eye was for the tavern and a cold drink. <br><br>He walked into the small tavern, he didn't even scan the room upon entrance, even though all heads turned to his direction, he sat down and said "Drink." In a tone not to be questioned. He didn't notice who was behind the bar or even the beauty he was about to stumble upon.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.obsessedwithfilm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/brad_pitt_jesse_james.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 20:11:32</strong>
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				Bella turned around, in very old and beat up dress, but making her look beautiful all the same. Her eyes looked to the man in front of her. He was handsome, no doubt about it, but she doubt he would even give her a second glance. Smiling she grabbed a cup and poured him a small glass of whiskey. <br><br>"1 gold please," Her voice was soft as she spoke to him. She didn't wait long for him to make a move to pay, instead she moved to the customer down the bar. A drunken man who shot rude comments towards her in pour attempt to get her attention. She refilled the mans cup before returning to stand in front of the man who was obviously not from around the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 20:25:36</strong>
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				When Jack heard the soft voice he looked to its source, he was surprised by what he saw, she had cute and innocent eyes which but she moved on to the man who was rude to her, Jack turned to him, he was an eyesore and he irritated Jack, he turned back to face the pale beauty and smiled at her, she ignored it, well maybe she was brought up to, but John wasn't. As the drunken man raised his glass to his mouth, it exploded in his hand, cutting his hand and have a small eruption of glass over him. The source jacks revolver aimed at the man, Jack still faced the cute girl, smiling gently at her, whilst he said in his strong voice, "Have respect Sir for the young lady... If you don't I won't miss with the next bullet." He finished holstering his gun. <br><br>He then placed his hand in his pocket drawing 2 gold pieces placing them on the table, he moved them other to the girl, "First gold piece is for the drink, the second... your name." He said whilst he enjoyed the sight of her petit body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 22:12:04</strong>
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				She had turned her back for brief moment as the old drunk raised his glass, and the younger slinger shot his gun. She spun around her eyes wide and face pale as her eyes went to the old man now covered in blood from his hand. Shaking she took a step back looking to young guns man. She listened carefully as he spoke. The man was standing up for her some thing she wasn't used to. <br><br>Her eyes moved to gold and her hand reached out and took it. "Bella."
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				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:15:16</strong>
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				Cute name Jack thought to himself, "You don't want to know mine?" Jack asked her, teasing her. His mind drifted to thoughts of taking her, having her, enjoying her for himself. "How much for a room?" He asked quickly, maybe he could get her to show him the room.. give it an inspection whilst using its functions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:21:08</strong>
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				"Sorry," She mumbled softly as she place the gold behind the counter and pulled out the book to register for a room. "I was just a little shocked by what you had done. I get men like him all the time, causing problems. I have just learned to tune it out. However I do need your name if you would like a room." Her smile was teasing and bright as she stared at him, wanting to know what was going on in that mind of his. "The room per night is 5 gold." 
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				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:31:45</strong>
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				Jack was intrigued, "You're man doesn't stand up for you?" Jack asked, actually interested in this girl, it was a strange feeling. "Names Jack, Jack Marston..." He said loud enough for the place to hear it, causing a sharp intake of breath, some even left. "Golds irrelavent, but... could you show me the room, want to check it out first, please?" He asked enjoying her teasing smile, lust and desire to take her grew in him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:37:42</strong>
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				Her eyes glanced around the bar as the whispers started from hearing his name. She knew who this man was, and her first thought was to take the gold from the room, give him the key, and walk away. Yet there was something about him that kept her there as she wrote his name in the book. "Something tells me you are a little bit of an attention hog. As for my man, I do not have one, I do not take interest in any of the men in this town." Quickly her eyes looked to the other barmaid. "Melissa, I am going to run the man up to look at one of the rooms. I will be back shortly." She grabbed a key from behind the bar and moved slowly around the bar. "You coming?" A smile played on her face as she waited for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:02:19</strong>
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				He laughed at her blunt honesty, she wasn't the type to be frightened easily, he liked that. He was glad to hear she did not have a man. He enjoyed that fact that she knew she was better than the people of this town, he really did find a hidden gem in this small town. He rose smiling at her, now she wasn't standing behind the bar, he could really admire her body, and what a stunning body she had. gold from the room, give him the key, and walk away. Yet there was something about him that kept her there as she wrote his name in the book. "I am sure you will be able to make me come." He said cheekily at her. As he strode towards her, his frame towering over "Please lead the way." He said quietly to her, with a small grin.
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				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 23:27:45</strong>
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				She didn't quite catch onto do his little joke, instead she just smiled innocently at him and lead him to their finest room. The room was high class, or well high class for the town. It had a gold bed frame, a very nice matching blanket and sheets, the curtains matched the rest of the fabrics, and there were two matching chairs around the fire place. She led him in to the larger room. "This is our presidential suite." Bella explained turn to look at him. "Our finest room. If you are satisfied with it then it yours for however long you need it."
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				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 18:12:24</strong>
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				The whole way there, Jack was checking out the beautiful, he really did enjoy her ass he thought to himself enjoying the view. The room was boring to Jack, the only thing which excited him was the girl, He didn't even look at the room once, he only had eyes for her, "Yeah I will take it." He said his eyes on her cute face. He then closed the door behind him, locking the door and taking out the key. "But I also want you..." He said openly, moving towards her, placing on her face, outlining her cheek and Jaw line, till it moved to under her chin, he moved his lips towards her kissing her, enjoying her small mouth. He decided he would see, if she didn't want this, well he would have to use force, if she did want this, he would still use force. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Old West Fantasy. (Piercer &amp; Revolutionist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Piercer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 18:28:45</strong>
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				At first she was shocked by his movements towards her and it took several moments to realize what he was doing. Forcefully she placed her hands on his chest and pushed back from him. Her lips broke free from his, but still it took her moments to speak. She took a calming breathing and exhaled slowly. "Sir, I think you may have the wrong impression of me. I am not some street whore." Her voice was shaky hoping that perhaps the man confused her for one and this was all just a misunderstanding, but something told her it wasn't.
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