The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral & Gaelyn)
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				Title: <strong>The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:55:52</strong>
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				He first saw her performance that highlighted the La Paramount d'Etoile (The Supreme Star) gentleman's club main stage, weeks ago, beneath the hot lights, the plays of thick shadows and glistening curves. The plays of coy, teasing environments that dazzled and provoked. That place was a beacon to the prestigious and wealthy. As exclusive as they came, it was a place that one only the select few knew about, and as the saying went, you only knew about it if you already knew. There was no second rate entrainment there. It was the best of the best. And of that lot, she had stood out amongst them all.<br><br>She was likely used to the token gifts, the none-too-subtle attempts to buy her outright, but his seemed different. More blatant, and yet somehow more subtle. Refined and tasteful, though certainly persistent. Something was always waiting in her dressing room after her set was over, more grand or exotic than the last.<br><br>And so, the prized dancer just finished her set that evening. She sat in the champagne filled Martini glass, enjoying the bubbles that fizzed up across her slender body. She was wearing tantalizingly little that all the men seemed to love. Showing off her perfectly shaped and voluptuous figure while all eyes watched and waited as though ensconced in a moment of pure rapture.<br><br>Yet, one set of eyes were peculiarly absent. Up in one of the decadently decorated balconies it was strangely vacant. The unnerving, potent gaze that had not missed a movement of her's on stage was gone. And indeed, should she retreat into her changing room, she'd find it disappointingly void of gifts.<br><br>Had the man simply gotten tired of her, and moved on? Had the novelty worn off, even for she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:03:31</strong>
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				She twisted in the oversized glass and crouched, one knee pressed against the sloping sides&nbsp; for balance as she rose out of the effervescence, presenting the smooth, bare length of her back to the eyes watching.&nbsp; She lifted her arms up over her head with a calculated motion that sent the foaming liquid sliding down her skin as one elbow bent behind her head, fingers slicking over her skin from wrist to shoulder.&nbsp; The music swept to its end, jazzy and rich with that hint of 40's kitsch that set the tone for her playful, teasing frolics.&nbsp; &nbsp;Knowing her job, enjoying her job, she sent a saucy wink over her shoulder to a young man in a college sweatshirt in the front row, and tagged a middle aged fellow in the back with a quick quirk of her lips, just before she slipped back down in the lukewarm liquid and, careful not to smudge her heavy eye makeup, the bold red lipstick, or the smooth, sweeping curve of her hair.&nbsp; <br><br>That she had a nearly full house tonight was no surprise, nor was it one that there was more than just a handful of women sprinkled in the crowd.&nbsp; She had a body ripe with lush curves, toned beneath the softness from years of dancing.&nbsp; Milk-pale skin that she pampered to water-softness, a fall of rich, dark hair that was more about good genes than something that came from a bottle.&nbsp; She was sloe-eyed, blessed with a fringe of dark lashes, high cheekbones and a perfectly pouty mouth.&nbsp; A classic pin-up girl look, that to her mind was more arresting than traditional beauty.&nbsp; She was fine with that.<br><br>Men wanted her, and women wanted to be her.&nbsp; She was fine with that too.<br><br>Her name, both on and off stage, was Jane.&nbsp; It suited her well- strong, feminine, every woman and completely individual.&nbsp; She'd never found the need to name herself otherwise in distinction of on and off stage. After all, she liked herself well enough just as she was.&nbsp; Why ask anyone to like her as someone different?&nbsp; <br><br>And hey most certainly liked her.&nbsp; Jane let her smile grow a little wider, let the appreciation for her customers, for their approval and enjoyment shine through as their whistles and calls and applause washed over her.&nbsp; She gave a final little wave, and her gaze shot to the upper balcony-&nbsp; the empty upper balcony-&nbsp; as the heavy curtains closed.&nbsp; She ignored the little sting of disappointment and murmured her thanks as she was handed her robe, offered a hand and helped down from the martini glass.&nbsp; She accepted the compliments of the stage hands,&nbsp; her smile genuine, if slightly absent as she moved toward her rooms. <br><br>&nbsp;He shouldn't be on her mind. She had a policy of not allowing anyone to get to close, to get inside her head and prevent her from focusing on her audience, but he'd done it.&nbsp; It irritated her, and it chafed even more that this first absence of the potent, watchful gaze, the overwhelming male presence that had snared her attention from moment had left her glancing around the room, seeking his presence through her entire set.&nbsp; It was the distraction that irritated, she told herself firmly, not the lack of his presence.<br><br>Jane slipped through the heavy stage door and moved down the short carpeted hall on bare feet as the Big Band sound was replaced by something with a faster tempo, pounding bass and an electronic twang as the house music kicked in.&nbsp; She pushed lightly on the door to her changing room, shutting the bulk of the music behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was little more than a ten-foot-by-ten-foot square room, windowless,&nbsp; with bare walls, a locking cabinet for her personal items, a counter and stool for her makeup application, a well lit make up mirror, and a triple full length mirror for last minute costume checks.&nbsp; Another door led to what was considered her 'dressing room', where she could receive and entertain customers.&nbsp; Jane slid her plain cotton robe off and slid into a silk dressing wrap, slid her feet into heeled slippers&nbsp; before she swung the door open and stepped in, tugging it firmly shut behind her. <br><br>Automatically her eyes swept the room, noting the arrival of two bouquets&nbsp; and a small black box topped with a bold blue ribbon.&nbsp; A faint line marred her brow as her breath caught once, then released when she saw the small envelope with her name scrawled across the top tucked into the ribbon.&nbsp; That alone told her it wasn't from him, as he'd not once ever needed to leave a calling card.&nbsp; The disappointment pricked again; he'd never missed an evening, nor an opportunity to leave a gift of some sort.&nbsp; &nbsp; The fact that he'd done both tonight bothered her on a level she refused to consider.<br><br>Knowing her duties, knowing the routine, she smoothed her expression into one of faint amusement as the knock came on the door opposite the one she'd just entered.&nbsp; This room was where she kept up appearances, in her mind.&nbsp; The club owners knew how to keep their customers happy with face time with their favorite performers-&nbsp; for a price-&nbsp; in a room appointed to please, that always reminded Jane vaguely of a movie set, personalized with a few things here and there. The lighting was flattering and warm in the L-shaped room, the carpeting soft,&nbsp; the couch and chair upholstered in rich, bold fabrics.&nbsp; The far wall boasted a mini-bar setup, with glass shelves holding a collection of wine, scotch, and martini glasses.&nbsp; She had a surprising selection of liquor at her disposal, and the supplies to mix up drinks to suit her customers pleasure.&nbsp; It always amused Jane that she was expected to be a bartender as much as a dancer in the club.&nbsp; &nbsp;A mini glass-fronted fridge held bottled waters and a few bottles of wine, and the small ice-maker was always full and ready.&nbsp; Fresh fruit sat in a pretty hammered copper bowl on the coffee table, the drawers of which held a few pens and markers, match books, coasters, and a small selection of glossy photographs of herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Her promotional supplies were also stocked in the pretty little vanity that sat in one corner of the room A mirror stretched above it, softly lit and angled so that if she sat in the chair she would have full view of every bit of the room behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The top of the vanity was littered with various pots and tubes of makeup, the bright colors of it scattered across the gleaming wooden surface.&nbsp; A silver backed comb, brush, and mirror sat there as well, and were some of her favorite props.&nbsp; <br>The club owners held stock in giving people what they wanted to see, even in the dressing rooms.&nbsp; They believed in meeting customer's expectations.<br><br>&nbsp;Jane believed in exceeding them.<br><br>Now, she slid into the chair in front of the mirror and made sure the robe was positioned just right, ready to slither and fall open along her thigh at the right shift of movement, ready to part a little more if she leaned forward just right to offer a glimpse of cleavage and a quick, winking sparkle of the costume barely covering her .&nbsp; She picked up the hair brush and slid it through the ends of her hair gently as she called out in response to the knock.<br><br>Perfectly on cue, the door opened and Mark, the bodyguard-slash-assistant, gave her a quick grin as he let the first of the evening's guests in and pulled the door closed to within in an inch of the door jamb, hovering discreetly just on the other side as she greeted and schmoozed the two men.&nbsp; She hid her impatience well, and managed to get through another two quick visits with paying customers before the door closed again and she was given a moment's rest.&nbsp; She allowed the quick sigh of relief at having the room to herself for just a moment to roll her shoulders and relax into the chair.&nbsp; <br><br>Jane caught herself wondering where he was, stroking a finger along the glittering drip of the necklace she'd fastened on before her set that night.&nbsp; She'd worn it with him in mind, she'd found herself wanting to please him with it.&nbsp; To please herself, she corrected her reflection in the mirror.&nbsp; She rarely...read, never...wore gifts on stage, but this...she couldn't resist.&nbsp; The simple scatter of diamonds on a chain of gold so delicate it almost ceased to exist.&nbsp; It perfectly circled her neck, and she'd known, the instant she'd seen it in the velvet case left on her vanity, that it had been chosen specifically for her.&nbsp; <br>She'd broken her own rule, she thought, and had let a material object sway her.&nbsp; <br><br>Refusing to give voice to the thought that bloomed immediately on the heels of that, she shrugged off her mood and pasted a purposely brilliant smile on her face, then called for Mark through the door to let him know she was ready.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:02:25</strong>
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				The handle turned and with a tumbling click opened the door inward, but even as she did he heard his voice from outside, "... but appearance must be kept," he was saying.<br><br>There was a pause, and then his voice again, "Yes -- I mean, no -- I understand. Of course," he spoke with an almost nervousness. She'd catch the glimpse of a large fellow lurking just beyond Mark. The man seemed brutish in comparison to the fine suit he was wearing. His face looked like it had been smashed more than once.<br><br>The man briefly met the gaze of Jane, and then sidestepped out of view in the hallway. Mark was still holding the door open, and moments later another form blocked out the light which spilled into the ambiance of her staged dressing room. She knew who it was before she even saw his handsome features, appearing more regal and defined than the last time she caught a glimpse of him during her last performance.<br><br>The air of cool confidence around him was almost palpable, like a stirring breeze to tease at the edges of her flimsy, gossamer robe. He was dressed in a fine, charcoal suit that was cut perfectly to accentuate the athletic strength of his broad-shouldered physique. Beneath which was vibrant blue shirt, partially unbuttoned as though he recently wrested the matching silk tie from around his neck.<br><br>His eyes swept over the room, taking in the smallest of details, weighing each in turn, measuring them against Jane herself. It seemed like an eternity as he looked to the flowers and other trinkets left for her until at least the hot intensity of his gaze was sweeping over her body, poised and half-exposed in the most tantalizing of ways. Until, at last, he caught the glimmering gleam of the diamonds that dripped down and nestled themselves against the inner swells of her pert breasts.<br><br>He didn't feel like he needed any explanation of his lack of appearance, and then sudden arrival, and indeed he did not. Yet nonetheless, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his seductively formed lips as he mused, "You started without me," he remarked casually, in jested disappointment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:17:14</strong>
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				Jane purposely turned her gaze back to her own reflection in the mirror, her shoulders lifting in a faintly Gallic shrug.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her hands were steady as she uncapped the tube of cherry lipstick and slicked it over her lips,&nbsp; despite the jolt of adrenaline that shot through her at his mere presence.&nbsp; She allowed herself one quick inhale of his scent as she turned her mouth in a pout at her reflection,&nbsp; though checking the color coverage before smiling brilliantly and lifting her gaze to his.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"The show must go on, Darling,"&nbsp; she said flippantly, sliding out of the chair with a flash of long, toned leg&nbsp; before the robe whisked back around her.&nbsp; Uncomfortable with the way she was just a little too pleased at seeing him tonight, she made an effort to put herself back on familiar turf,&nbsp; hips swinging as she moved past him, one finger reaching out to trace down the length of his tie, stopping just below his waist, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes just once before she moved to the bar.&nbsp; Hip cocked to the side and one foot slightly behind, she shifted her weight on first one leg, then the other.&nbsp; &nbsp;A subtle move, but an effective one, as it both stretched out her muscles and made her ass look damn amazing.&nbsp; <br><br>"You missed the show tonight," she said, casually, putting effort into keeping her tone non-committal and matter-of-fact.&nbsp; She wasn't fishing, dammit.<br><br>She took up a short,&nbsp; squat highball glass and filled it with ice.&nbsp; Her eyes met his over her shoulder, and she rattled the glass in her hand.&nbsp; "Drink?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:30:13</strong>
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				"You... tease me," he remarked as she came closer, the heeled slippers making a distinct staccato clicking as she moved in close to his own form. He was not used to being teased. Not since high school, and hardly even then. It felt like ages ago.<br><br>Mark had since closed the door back to its original position, and then they were alone. She with this man, whose fingertips were brazenly sliding along the hem of her flimsy silken robe, coaxing it to part more and expose the rest of her creamy, flawless leg, up to her hip's subtle, womanly swell. His hand was falling, knuckles brushing against her skin as she pushed away and moved across the room once more.<br><br>"I was busy," He spoke the words in a throaty, enticing purr of masculine prowess as his tall form eased in more against her fleeting, fading frame, "And I am not busy now, which is all that is important."<br><br>"Did I spoil your fun?" He asked as his hands shifted, clasping together behind his back as he moved to lean against the high counter of her vanity. He gave no response to her query about a drink, but only shook his head in a knowing way, though if it was in regard to the beverage or something else, it was hard to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:44:14</strong>
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				She took his head shake to be a no, and poured herself a scant two fingers of the rich, amber whiskey.&nbsp; She turned, glass in hand, and leaned against the counter, extending her leg in a casual move that let her robe fall open over her leg,&nbsp; gaping at&nbsp; the chest so that the shimmering beads of her costume sewn onto the discreet flesh-toned bikini caught the light and winked and flashed.&nbsp; Idly she plucked at the tie so the sides of it fell open and hung loosely.<br><br>Jane tossed her chin recklessly, and sipped at the whiskey, letting the potent warmth of it slide down her throat and curl in her belly, the prick of it mild compared to the heat his touch had sparked.&nbsp; "No one spoils my fun," she chuckled throatily.&nbsp; "I'll admit that it wasn't the same without you there."&nbsp; She shifted, sipped again, not quite liking that the statement was more truth than calculation.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:22:15</strong>
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				"And that's where we differ, you're all fun and play, and no work... I'm all work," he chuckled under his breath, though it trailed off as the corners of his eyes tightened, gaze intensifying as her robe fell further open and revealed her garment from her earlier performance.<br><br>"Well, I am sorry I missed it... and I know I'm spoiling their fun," he gestured with a nod of his chin towards the hallway outside her door, where Mark was currently confronting a disappointed line of guests that were being told their favorite starlet was feeling a bit under the weather and would not be making any more appearances for the evening.<br><br>"Now, I have my limo waiting outside, and more where <em>that </em>came from," as he spoke, he waved his hand towards the shimmering cascade of gems that so wonderfully, lovingly almost, gripped the pale slender column of her neck.<br><br>"I am having Mark is taking care of everything else, you just need to take care of yourself," he did seem all business as he pushed himself back to his feet, once again looking her over coyly out of the corner of his eye, "You should probably change into something more... comfortable, as well," he mused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 00:35:26</strong>
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				One dark and slender brow winged upwards, and her lips curved.&nbsp; She let her fingers trace over the hard gems at her throat again, but the action was automatic and the furthest thing from her mind.&nbsp; "Just step right in and take charge, why don't you, " she muttered.&nbsp; She took another small sip of the liquor, her dark gaze studying him.&nbsp; " You're a confident one." She set the glass done on the bar surface with a click and straightened, taking one step toward him, then another.&nbsp; "It's a good thing I like that in a man."&nbsp; <br><br>Approaching, her smile faintly feline, Jane reached out and toyed with the ends of his tie, tipping her chin up to meet his gaze.&nbsp; Despite the heels on her slippers, she still barely topped his shoulder.&nbsp; "And where are you whisking me away to?&nbsp; Paris?&nbsp; Milan?&nbsp; Sunny Spain?"&nbsp; She chuckled softly, her tone teasing and light, though husky, her mind scrambling to figure what she could do for a change of clothes besides the jeans and tshirt she'd worn when she'd arrived.&nbsp; She was fairly confident she could do something with the little black dress she kept in the back room, and between the costumes and the other girls, she was sure she could come up with something.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 07:32:08</strong>
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				"How about we start with a simple drive, and go from there," he replied to her grandiose visions. Not that they were implausible. Quite the opposite, in fact. But her teasing, impish attitude made him shake his head and reveal an honest grin, however small and fleeting. "Expecting to be spoiled tonight, are we?"<br><br>His eyes searched her own as she stood close, chin tilted upwards towards him. Those lips were so close, he thought. He'd need only slip his arm around her waist, feel the firmness of her rear in his palm, and steal away her breath with a single kiss.<br><br>And yet, he resisted. Seeming to guess what she was thinking, he leaned in to whisper quietly into her ear. "Honestly, you could wear the necklace and... well, I don't care what else," he teased her before slipping away, hand reachin behind him and falling upon the door knob.<br><br>"Fifteen minutes, and then I leave with or without you," he seemed to taunt her, playing such time limits on her. The door was opened, and he slipped past Mark and down the hall to leave her to herself." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:01:37</strong>
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				She shook her head as though to clear it, and managed to call after him "I always expect to be spoiled."&nbsp; &nbsp;Her laugh floated out into the hall after him just before she stepped to the door to peek out at his retreating figure.&nbsp; She gave Mark a quick grin at his questioning look, and gave him the pertinent information, rolled her eyes at his admonishments to be careful and that he'd be checking up on her mystery date.&nbsp; Mark meant well, and was as protective as an older brother.&nbsp; She adored him for it, as much as it chafed now and then.<br><br>Her heart was pounding , both, she imagined, from the memory of the near brush of the kiss and from the excitement of what lay in store.&nbsp; An adventure, she laughed to herself as she dashed back across the staged dressing room. <br>It was exactly fourteen minutes and thirty five seconds before Mark escorted her, dutifully, albeit&nbsp; grumbling under his breath, out the side door of the club.&nbsp; No one had to know---except for the amused assistant/protector currently reminding her to check in every hour so he didn't send SWAT after the limo- that the last minute of that time had been spent trying to erase the silly grin off her face and catching her breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;The final check in the mirror before she'd left&nbsp; had shown her the mad rushing of trying to get dressed had been worth it.&nbsp; Her stage makeup had been toned down, the bright red lipstick replaced with a subtle glossy nude shade, the dramatic false eyelashes removed and the color sweeping over her lids was smoky, without the hint of glitter she'd worn on stage.&nbsp; <br><br>The little black dress, modest in the front, screamed over her body and ended at mid thigh,&nbsp; and she'd swept her hair up loosely in a&nbsp; tumbling disarray so that the bare length of her back showed to full advantage.&nbsp; She wore stockings of smoky black, seamed up the back, and conservative heels that only made them all the more alluring for their subtlety.&nbsp; <br><br>She wore the earrings he'd first given her, small winking diamonds that matched the sparkle of the necklace at her throat, and left her wrists and fingers bare.<br><br>She'd traded her usual oversize purse for a borrowed beaded clutch, had dropped her cell phone, lipstick, compact, breath mints, ID, pepper spray,&nbsp; and keys inside, spritzed on a faint hint of her favorite vanilla scent, and now, as they approached the limo, she offered him a quiet, confident smile.&nbsp; <br><br>"Twenty seconds to spare.&nbsp; Looks like you'll be taking me with you,"&nbsp; she murmured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:20:01</strong>
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				Outside she went, into the cool, crisp night air. Down the red carpet that led from the building's double doors and to the limo that purred in idle, waiting for her. A man waited by the car door, to open it as she Mark near and the man gave a bow silently, before opening the door for her.<br><br>She'd slide into the plush interior of the limo, across the expanse of smooth, butter-soft leather. Inside already was her companion, one arm lifted to casually drape across the back of the seats. His eyes wandered over her form in that slinky, thin little gown that whispered and fluttered with her every movement as she slipped gracefully inside.<br><br>"Mister Ravennati, our destination?" the man asked, and the cool strength of his voice, was enticing in its confidence. "Drive around the park, for now. I wish to see the scenery." Even as he spoke, however, his eyes were fastened upon Jane's form. Perhaps a subtle innuendo, in that he meant another, more sinful type of scenery. He did admire how she fixed herself up. The light make up. Not the bold colors meant to be seen on stage, but delicate, precise applications that were meant for his eyes only. Like the earrings she wore, it was only for him.<br><br>Once the door was closed he returned that smile with his own, warmer than before. "Twenty seconds, indeed. Though to be fair, I think we both know I wouldn't have left without you," he spoke before gesturing to the small inset wet bar. Two tall glasses of champagne were already poured. "Help yourself... and now tell me, just how exactly do you want to be spoiled tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:47:28</strong>
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				She accepted the glass of champagne, but only held it, gestured with it in acknowledgment of his statement&nbsp; as she cocked a head at him, one long leg crossing over the other in a fluid movement.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I never miss a cue," she chuckled as the car slid smoothly into motion.&nbsp; <br><br>Outside the tinted windows, the world slid past unnoticed.&nbsp; Inside the elegant interior,&nbsp; surrounded with the plush of wealth and attention, Jane felt herself both relax and come to further attention.&nbsp; She met his eyes directly, boldly.&nbsp; "If I tell you what I want, it becomes&nbsp; you fulfilling my wants and desires."&nbsp; Her voice purred out, words dripping with both innuendo, and sincerity.&nbsp; "The point of being spoiled is that it comes purely from what you crave to give me."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:09:32</strong>
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				"What I crave?" He replied with a teasing admonishment and then laughed mirthfully, eyes creasing at their corners. Large hand fell from the back of the seat and downwards, fingertips brushing briefly along her bicep and down, until his warm touch was felt against her smooth, sun-kissed thighs and settled at the top of her knee.<br><br>"Do you always make such bold proclamations to the men you meet, Jane?" He remarked with a cant of his head as he surveyed her with interest. His own glass of champagne had been lifted, and brought to his lips in a slow, purposeful sip. Those stunning eyes peering over the rim as her club faded into the distance behind them, the driver leading far afield from the familiar haven of her stage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:03:34</strong>
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				"Do you always answer questions with questions?"&nbsp; She asked archly, one dark eyebrow lifting, her lips quirking slightly as she neatly sidestepped him and left his question lingering in the air between them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She studied him in the muted lighting, making no effort to hide her appraisal.&nbsp; She was confident he was a man who enjoyed being seen, being admired, and she found it no hardship to watch him.&nbsp; He was comfortable in the space, he didn't preen or flash around his wealth.&nbsp; &nbsp;It, and the power that wealth afforded men, enveloped him with dignity she approved of. <br><br>Jane admitted to herself that she was more than a little intrigued by this man.&nbsp; She couldn't quite pigeon-hole him the way she easily did with others.&nbsp; She liked the unexpected, even as it upset her balance.<br><br>Mystery, he may be, she thought to herself,&nbsp; but a man was still a man.&nbsp; To remind them both of who held the cards, and to please herself, she rolled her head on her shoulders, stretching her neck, arching her back just slightly and making the quietest sound.&nbsp; The smile didn't cross her lips, but instead slid through her, riding on the back of pure feminine power when his gaze dropped to her breasts, clearly unrestrained by a bra and pressing against the dress.&nbsp; She shifted her hips, angled against the supple upholstery and recrossed her legs, the movement sliding her hemline even farther up her thigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a&nbsp; purpose, she&nbsp; lifted one hand and stroked a fingertip delicately along the diamonds that flashed against the smooth column of her throat, leaving her fingers there as she brought her glass to her lips and took a sip of the champagne.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:41:07</strong>
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				"Often times, yes. I am a man that enjoys having answers. And you spoke of what I crave to give you, can one not spoil with questions?" He smirked, but then fell silent as her soft, curvaceous form shifted and stretched in all the right ways. He took notice of her show, but recognized it for what it is. Of course, that did not mean he enjoyed it any less.<br><br>Hand whose fleeting touch had boldly brushed along the slender joint of her knee was now drifting higher along her soft, yielding flesh of exposed stocking-clad thigh, for her already tiny black dress had revealed even more of the skin encased in that gossamer silken substance that accentuated every touch, heightened with friction.<br><br>His own form was moving, leather seat hissing against the fine fabric of his suit as he turned his torso to face her more fully. The hand holding his champagne lifted up to the side of her face, and she'd feel the cold glass of the flute, slightly moist with dewy condensation, brushing across her cheekbone. He swept back an errant lock of her hair with it, exposing those stunning diamond earring more fully.<br><br>"In all seriousness, I just only a single question that I want answered from you. The rest are just for fun," he added, eyes flickering downwards to where her manicured nails toyed with the necklace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him, studied him as the chill of the glass raced over her skin, followed by a trail of heat.&nbsp; Without realizing it, she strained for his skin directly on hers, even as the warmth of his fingers stole along her thigh over the stockings.&nbsp; She had a quick mental image of sliding her dress up so he could find the tops,&nbsp; enjoy the roll of them down her legs as he drew them off.&nbsp; <br><br>Jane took another sip of her champagne, then purposely set it aside.&nbsp; <br><br>"Which question would that be?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:32:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand retracted, teasing her leg with faint, fading promises of unrestrained want. Hand instead drawn up off the lissome leg, supple and womanly with the faint hint of muscular definition, and instead he was leaning forward, pressing a button upon the leather and stainless steel console that brought up an obscuring barrier between them and the driver.<br><br>" Before I ask, do note that I understand you work at that club. I am a businessman and understand the importance of contractual obligations... which is why I am in the process of procuring La Paramount d'Etoile as my own. So, tell me, Jane, how much would I have to spoil you until you were mine?"<br><br>Another sip of the champagne, before it was set aside and those dark, sultry eyes were leveled upon her once more. Not upon the accentuated shapes of her body, nor the diamonds, but seemed to bore into her own gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:58:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flash of surprise on her face was quickly masked, and she merely arched a brow as her mind raced.&nbsp; She'd heard no rumors, not even the faintest rumbling of a buyout.&nbsp; &nbsp;The club, any club, was a hotbed of gossip and speculation over any and everything, which made the shock of his words all the more keen.&nbsp; <br><br>Jane carefully&nbsp; lay her hands in her lap, flattening her palm first against her thigh, then her other resting on the backs of her fingers.&nbsp; "I suppose that depends on what being 'yours' meant."&nbsp; There was no coyness to her now,&nbsp; no sly innuendo.&nbsp; This was guarded curiosity, under which a shimmer of excitement rippled, despite her efforts to suppress it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her eyes met his directly, gaze tangled in gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>She was unaware of her chin lifting, the stubborn set of her mouth.&nbsp; "And what it is, exactly, you want me for."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 22:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing you wouldn't want to do," he replied with a cant of his head, acknowledging her concerns and the thrust of her jaw.<br><br>"Let us not lie to ourselves, I am a man of wealth and power, and you a woman of charm and sexuality," he spoke, settling back again as he thoughtfully looked her over. "I attend functions. Social events, galas, and the like. You would be a prized commodity there, Jane, at my side. You are quite comfortable having an entire room staring at you already. You know how to work a crowd... they'd be eating out of your hand in no time," he chuckled softly at the thought.<br><br>"And in return... well, you could have anything you could desire," he stated flatly and an indifferent shrug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 21:49:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Indifference irked.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes went to smoke, dark and full of secrets and promises.&nbsp; Her hands slid from her lap, braced against the rich texture of the set as her hips lifted, swiveled to&nbsp; edge her knee up onto&nbsp; the seating.&nbsp; &nbsp;On hands and knees, she closed the distance between them with a predatory smile,&nbsp; breaking down the barriers of formality they'd maintained to that point.&nbsp; <br><br>She placed a hand on each shoulder, her eyes on his, and boldly slid into his lap, straddling his thighs, mindless of the way her skirt rode nearly to the tops of her own.&nbsp; Jane tilted her head slightly, a mirror of his.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't imagine you'll be wanting me to strip during these social events."&nbsp; She flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder, carelessly.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I suppose that will be saved for...after hours."&nbsp; That was a topi c they'd address again later.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shifted slightly, as though trying to find a more comfortable position, her breasts brushing his chest.&nbsp; In the close confines,&nbsp; his scent wound around her, filled her head so that for a moment she was lightheaded and flushed.&nbsp; <br><br>That irked her more.<br><br>Her fingers lifted to his temples, her fingers threading through his hair lightly, then danced down his nape, bringing her face even closer so that her breath, her words brushed his lips.&nbsp; &nbsp; "If I perform all the social duties, be the proper female escort for you at your functions, I'll have anything I want."&nbsp; She allowed the gleam of anticipation of material wealth to come into her eyes; it was expected, after all.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Does that mean I stop performing?&nbsp; And what of all the people who will, undoubtedly, recognize me?&nbsp; It could cause quite the scandal for you, you know."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:02:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're right, I don't think I would," he said, agreeing with her first assessment. His hand fell to her ankle, stroking up from it and along the firm curve of defined calf through sheer stocking. He gave a soft chuckle to her words, openly hungrily gazing upon those lips.<br><br>He ached to drag her flesh across his lap with a tug of that hand which curled around the back of her firm lower leg. But then, she was doing plenty of sliding of bare flesh across him as she scooted across the leather seat and deposited that enticing rear directly atop him, now her breasts grazing over the hard expanse of his broad chest. His hand was now brushed over her thigh and resting high upon the full curve of her womanly hip, lost out of sight underneath the silkiness of black bless. Under his fingers he could feel the strap of her panties stretching over her hipbone.<br><br>"But I am not a jealous man, Jane. What you do with your body is entirely up to you, such as continuing to work at the club, or stripping at my galas. I can be a protective of what is mine, however... but you aren't mine... yet..." He trailed off, eyes meeting her own directly as he spoke those slow, enticing words.<br><br>"As for scandal, well... you don't really know <em>what </em>my business is. What if my business was making sure I had the very best, most attractive, devastatingly sensual dancer in the world on my arm, and wanted everyone to know it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 00:54:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jane laughed quietly, richly.&nbsp; "Flattery gets you <em>almost </em>everywhere. "&nbsp; She fought off the thrill of his fingers, warm and dry, stealing over her skin, struggled to keep her breathing slow and even despite the racing of her heart.&nbsp; "If that's your business, then that makes your business MY business.&nbsp; After all, it does involve me.&nbsp; And I make a point to never mix business with pleasure."<br><br>She used the slight jolts of the car over the pavement to her advantage, sliding closer, letting&nbsp; the rocking motion of the car put her pelvis into an easy forward and back swing, bringing their bodies into close alignment before easing away again.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Is this business?"&nbsp; She tilted her chin, gave him a long look from beneath her dark, sooty lashes, and let her hips&nbsp; nestle intimately with his for a heartbeat. "Or is this pleasure?"&nbsp; she asked, her voice dropping huskily, seductively.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave herself the secret, female thrill of leaning into him, of feeling the muscled wall of male chest as she pressed the soft curves of her body into the hard planes of his, her breath&nbsp; whispering along his jaw as she shifted her lips, a hairsbreadth from his skin, from his mouth to his ear.&nbsp; "Be it business or pleasure, there's details to be discussed.&nbsp; What you have in mind....the terms I'll agree to.&nbsp; And the not-so-little matter of what I want out of the arrangements."<br><br>She was determined to come out ahead in their little game.&nbsp; Just because her heart pounded fiercely at the very thought of him, just because his presence at her shows gave her a heady kick, just because she had allowed herself to entertain more than a few little fantasies didn't mean she was going to let herself be run over, be foolish and weak.&nbsp; Any woman who wanted a man, in her opinion, was at a great disadvantage, unless she made demands for herself in return.&nbsp; And Lord, how she wanted...she hadn't realized just how much until she was pressed against him, with his heat branding her, his hands touching her, his words echoing in her head, his scent wrapped through her head and the anticipation of his taste on her tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp; She pulled her mental&nbsp; list of material wants around her like a cloak, shielding and protecting.&nbsp; He might want her, but she had a list of demands that were damn well going to get met.<br>&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 21:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, and that is where you and I differ, Jane," he chuckled under his breath at her soft, coy words. "I <strong>always </strong>mix business and pleasure. I'm all work and no play, or so they say," he added.<br><br>Her provocative, suggestive, purely sexual nature was having the reaction she intended -- knowingly or not -- in him. She'd feel the firm bulge hidden under the rich, smooth fabric of his suit's pants. His hand remained at her hip, toying with the strap of her thong, tugging it away from her flesh, only to let go and have it deliciously snap back against her skin, caressing up and down over her hip.<br><br>She so desperately wanted to be in control. She straddled him, took the initiative, and boldly worked into negotiations. Yet all the while there was a faint smirk just at the corners of the man's seductively crafted lips. Something suggesting that he was still in control. Perhaps it was the way his hand now gripped her. Large, strong hand shifted from hip to around behind her, settling upon one of her ass cheeks, which fit perfectly, its dainty, plump globe resting in his large palm.<br><br>"But if I had to pick, I'd rather make you my pleasure," his other arm was coiled around her shoulders, though he still held that tall glass half full of champagne in his hand. The glass's coolness rests against the back of her shoulder, its dewy edge teasing her skin with the droplets of condensation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Candy Girl Catch (Umbral &amp; Gaelyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gaelyn</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 22:07:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irritation worked it's way through her.&nbsp; She was used to getting her way, and she luxuriated in the knowledge of being able to charm the birds from the skies if she had the whim.&nbsp; This cat and mouse game was wearing thin- especially since she had the feeling that she was the mouse for the very hungry cat.&nbsp; Being toyed with was a feeling she didn't like.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mm, well.&nbsp; It'll come at a price.&nbsp; I have expensive tastes, you know."&nbsp; Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed the open collar of his shirt in her fist, stroked her upper body against his,&nbsp; her tongue flashing out from her mouth to trace along the seam of his lips with a deliberate taunt.&nbsp; "Though I think you'll find I'm worth it."<br><br>It disconcerted her that her acceptance of him as a lover felt somehow inevitable.&nbsp; She always made the decisions, she always maintained control, and she couldn't seem to do either with him.&nbsp; She piled the seduction, her body offering promises of sinfully rich delights as she arched into his hand, rubbed herself against him.&nbsp; &nbsp; If her heart tripped on it's mad race, she ignored it.&nbsp; If her body responded, eagerly, to the evidence of his arousal, she clamped down on it, on the burgeoning need to toss the head games aside in lieu of physical ones.&nbsp; &nbsp;Only the fear of giving in, of control being out of her hands kept her stubbornly refusing to budge, trying to push him into giving in first.&nbsp; <br><br>The thought bloomed, uncomfortably, that she might actually lose this round...lose all of them to him, and she told herself the sharp thrill she felt was instead fear.<br>
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