Science Project (GothicFires & Mech)
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				Title: <strong>Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 05:06:28</strong>
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				The sun was just setting over the back of the sports field. Of course it could not be seen from the front of the school where Vivienne parked her brand new BMW. She would have preferred a convertible, but as she was going away to college the Series 1 five door was practical.&nbsp; Not that many would consider a BMW practical, but those people where just jealous they could not afford one. She had worked hard for this red beauty. Even now she was back at Northwestern High School to continue to work for it.&nbsp; Though her gpa was above a 4, her science average was a B. She wanted that A. <br><br>Like a scene from a commercial, the door opened and one delicate foot slid into view. The three inch heals accentuated her bare calf as she stood, her skirt which had been riding a little high as she drove dropped a few inches to her knees. She looked as if she were attending a business meeting than meeting a fellow student to discuss a science project. The knee length skirt and jacket where a grey pin stripe suit set. Her white blouse had pearl buttons all the way up to her neck. Though she would have preferred to hide her shapely figure, her mother would hear nothing of it. The skirt was slit on the right side to mid thigh and the jacket tailored to accent her voluptuous bust line.&nbsp; Even though she was always modestly covered, D cup breast on a 5” 1” woman got stares. With a sigh she grabbed her briefcase from the back seat and walked into the science building, taking only a moment to enjoy the florescent colors of the fading light. <br><br>“Ms Vivienne G Hunter! Glad you could make it! Your partner has not arrived yet, but I am sure he will be here shortly.” Mr Smith’s smile was well practiced and hollow as he greeted the blond beauty.&nbsp; The price of her shoes alone could probably dress 10 students and it was doubtful that any of the gems in her jewelry were man made. It would be fun to watch her fall a notch or two over the course of this project… and when the project was done… well those thoughts could be had in the future… “Please Ms Hunter have a seat on the couch at the back and relax… you make me feel so underdressed.”<br><br>There was always something about the science teacher that gave her the creeps. “Sorry Mr Smith.” She smiled apologetically, yet held her ground. Perhaps if he applied himself a little more he could find cloths in his price range to give him a better look. Though she did do as he asked and took a seat on the couch as the back of the room and crossed her legs like a lady. The teacher was quickly forgotten as she opened her briefcase and took out a designer note book and a fancy pen. Vivienne was almost interested in who the other student would be, female and nerdy were her expectations…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 08:43:48</strong>
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				Vincent Nemean grumbled to himself as the alarm went off,&nbsp; the damnable sound of its ringing was pounding in his ears.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment he simply pushed it off the desk with a thud, unfortunately that did nothing to stop the incessant sound that was emanating from it.&nbsp; The young man in response simply pulled the blanket up over his head, hoping that it would provide some sort of insulation from the intense noise, when a strange question hit him. “Why the fuck do I have an alarm clock?”&nbsp; He grunted before he remembered the reason he bought it yesterday, he had that damn science project.&nbsp; <br><br>The young man simply tossed off the blankets and brought himself to a stand.&nbsp; Vincent was a thin young man… though his body was thankfully well toned it kept him from looking sickly.&nbsp; He stood a little less than six feet in height.<br><br>The groggy goth looked about the room; the little apartment he was staying in was a mess.&nbsp; He could have sworn that it wasn’t that way when he went to bed but to be one hundred percent truthful he really didn’t remember falling asleep last night.&nbsp; <br><br>It was miraculous that he had set the alarm or woke up actually in his bed at all.&nbsp; He stepped over one of his friends who was face down on the ground in the room, judging from the tattoo on his shoulder it had to be Steven the bands drummer.&nbsp; He was tempted to give the guy a quick kick in the ribs, just to wake him up. He was nicer then that though.<br><br>The first stop was of course the washroom, where Vincent took a nice steaming hot shower… and scrubbed himself clean.&nbsp; Now, the next part was just a little bit embarrassing the young man probably used just as much skin care products and hair care products as some of the vainest women on the planet.&nbsp; It was one of those ways he pampered himself, besides who wanted to see a rock star or a fetish model with fried hair or blemished skin?&nbsp; No one… or at least that’s what he thought.&nbsp; When that was over he turned off the water and towel dried himself off before stepping out of the bath.&nbsp; <br><br>Next he switched out the piercings… the two skull hoops that he had thrust through his nipples were replaced with two tactful steel rings.&nbsp; The horseshoe that he had thrust through his septum was replaced with a single silver captive bead.&nbsp; The barbell in his tongue could stay… there was no reason for a change up there.&nbsp; <br><br>Vincent then went about moisturizing his tattoos he didn’t have very many, one was emblazoned on the side of his neck.&nbsp; It was the image of a black upside down cross, it was small and tasteful… the pair on his back were an entirely different story… they were huge black wings that were meant to look feathered.&nbsp; A serpent was coiled around his right Bicep.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally he combed his long stick straight black hair back.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he was sure that there wasn’t a knot left in it he nodded in satisfaction, with that he tweezed his eye brows into two perfect arches and smiled on.&nbsp; He was done…. Almost.<br><br>He moved back towards his room, stepping over Steven again before he went to the drawer to pick out his clothing.&nbsp; He slid on his sox, a pair of tight fitting black leather pants that showed off his impressive backside and the rather large bulge at his crotch.&nbsp; The shirt was a bit harder… he chose a black mesh shirt that hugged his torso and arms tightly, and then slid on a black wife beater.&nbsp; Next came a pair of black vinyl fingerless gloves that extended to his elbows.&nbsp; Finally he brought one of his collars to his neck and fastened it tightly it was a simple accessory that possessed a few small spikes and three bondage rings.<br><br><br>&nbsp;Now this would have been when most people would have expected him to head out,&nbsp; but how wrong they would be.&nbsp; He approached the mirror in his room and rummaged through the drawers,&nbsp; he pulled out what could only be called a make up case.&nbsp; He went about the process of putting on his face…&nbsp; nothing too extreme a base to turn his already pale skin snow white,&nbsp; black eyeliner,&nbsp; a bit of mascara, and then a bit of black lipstick.&nbsp; He looked in the mirror with a bit of a grin…&nbsp; he looked good, then of course he always looked good.&nbsp; <br><br>Vincent plopped down on the bed with a soft thud, and pulled on a pair of black leather bondage boots that stopped at the knees they were adorned with a zippers, rings, and buckles and four inch platforms.&nbsp; Most of the gear had absolutely no point besides adding to the bad ass factor.&nbsp; When he was sure they were tightly secure he walked back to his dresser and dawned his finger armor covering each of his long slender digits in interlinking plates of steel that ended at talons a few inches away from the youth’s finger tips. <br><br>Now he’d wake up Steven…&nbsp; He tapped him a few times with his boot.&nbsp; “Wake up…”&nbsp; His voice, was soft soothing, and even now possessed a strange hypnotic resonance.<br><br>The other young man groaned.<br><br>“Wake up dude…”&nbsp; He increased the volume a bit.<br><br>He didn’t stir…<br><br>“Fuck it…”&nbsp; He stepped over the drummer and disappeared out the door.&nbsp; Within a few moments he was outside and then he slid into his car.&nbsp; It was a simple black Lincoln Town Car.&nbsp; He started the engine, turned on the stereo which began blasting VnV nation before he headed off too school.<br><br>God the thought of it made him want to be sick.<br><br>The drive wasn’t a long one and he pulled into the lot and stepped out… he was nervous as all hell.&nbsp; Vincent hated being here… he hated everything about it.&nbsp; The fetish model took a few long breaths before he headed towards the science building and then tossed the doors open with a bit of a flourish and walked inside those deep grey eyes of his scanning the room with a look of boredom. <br><br>He caught sight of the teacher, but completely ignored the little girl hiding behind the note book.&nbsp; “Alright, let’s just get this over Mr. Smith…&nbsp; I’ve got other things to do tonight.”&nbsp; Which pretty much he wanted to get really fricken smashed and take shots from between his guitarist’s tits.
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>23-02-2007, 20:11:11</strong>
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				The young man may have ignored the woman in the back of the room, but he had her attention the moment he walked through the doors. She had been expecting another girl, but even with his long hair there was no mistaking Vincent Nemean. What the hell was he doing here? He had mercifully dropped out of school when he turned 18 and there had been rumors that he had even died. Mr. Smith couldn’t possible think that the horror movie reject could assist her with her science project.<br><br>The blue-eyed girl shut her mouth and shook her head, sending her golden curls bouncing around her face and shoulders. She opened it again to speak, but now that she thought about it the science teacher did say ‘he will be here shortly’. She had ignored what the older man had said. It seemed her grade of a B would suggest she ignored the man a lot.<br><br>But while Vivienne was gathering herself, the balding Mr. Smith was smiling and shuffling through papers on his desk as if it were his birthday. “Mr. Nemean so glad you decided to join us. It seems I have left the project papers in my car. Why don’t you go have a seat on the couch and get to know your science partner while I go get them.” Not that he was going to give Vincent a chance to leave the room. The teacher grabbed his keys and closed the door behind him with a click. The door was locked; it was a trigger for the gas to start filling the room. In 10 to 15 minutes both students would be sleeping heavily. He hoped they took his suggestion and sat down. Not that he cared for their physical well being, but the experiment wouldn’t work if one of them was hurt… and he wouldn’t get paid.<br><br>Once the teacher left the room Vivienne found her voice. “This isn’t going to work.” Her voice was firm, but not loud and her face showed that she considered him beneath her. She couldn’t decide if she should stand up or not, she already knew he was way taller than her, even in her heals. Height wouldn’t really be an advantage. When Vincent finally turned his grey eyes on her she continued. “You haven’t been in school since the beginning of the year and my grades are more important to me that that.” Well at least he could apply eyeliner well, but if he had any amount on intelligence he would also see that this wouldn’t work. She was the captain of the debate team, home coming queen, voted most beautiful and most likely to succeed… among other things… She was pretty sure he had an obituary in the year book. How more obvious could it get?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 04:55:57</strong>
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				Vincent Nemean wasn’t happy with the situation either,&nbsp; he remembered that snooty little bitch from freshman year.&nbsp; The stuck up little whore, treated him like garbage just because he wasn’t as well off as she was. <br><br>The chick and her fucken goon squad made his life miserable for years.&nbsp; The young man couldn’t even count the number of times the football fucks left him bruised and beaten in the gym locker room….&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; the strange young man didn’t think Vivienne had anything to do with that brutality she was still the figure head of the group that he loathed so much he left school.&nbsp; Fortunately,&nbsp; getting out of the place had been the best thing to happen to him…&nbsp; it gave him time to pursue his career.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite that,&nbsp; he wasn’t stupid…&nbsp; he knew that his career could bottom out at anytime and that was the only reason he was here today…&nbsp; and that was the only thing that kept him from cursing out the little bitch and the butt ugly science teacher right where they stood.<br><br>“Whatever teach,&nbsp; just hurry the fuck up…&nbsp; like I said I don’t have all day.”&nbsp; He couldn’t keep himself from rolling his eyes just a bit.&nbsp; Vincent was never that big of a fan of Mr. Smith…&nbsp; the teacher had never done anything that was particularly shitty to him, unlike some of the other faculty…&nbsp; on the other hand there was something beneath the surface that he didn’t find to be at all appealing.<br><br>Then he was left alone with that bitch…&nbsp; he listened half heartedly to the words that the girl was speaking before he dug into his pants pockets and pulled out a half rumpled pack of cigarettes.&nbsp; Out of habit he extended them in the girl’s direction before he laughed a bit to himself and shook his head,&nbsp; he removed one from the package and placed it to his lips before sliding them back into his pants,&nbsp; he produced a Zippo and brought the cancer stick to flaring life.<br><br>The young man took a seat on the floor across from the girl, crossing his legs. <br><br>“Listen…”&nbsp; He brought his hand upward and caressed his skin with one of the false talons.&nbsp; “I think this is as stupid as you do,&nbsp; I’m not fucken pleased to be looking at your snooty ass face.&nbsp; It would have been much easier if my partner was a timid little nerd that was scared out of her wits of me…&nbsp; Instead I have Miss stick up her ass Vivienne Hunter…”&nbsp; He took a drag and blew the cloud of smoke in the girl’s face.&nbsp; “But I’m not going to fail because your to fucken stuck up&nbsp; to sit within arm’s reach of me so you better fucken just deal with it.”
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 16:09:27</strong>
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				There was nothing personal in the way that Vivienne treated anyone. She only hug out with those she considered her equals, at least monetary equals. Those people she knew what to expect of. Not that she trusted those she called friends, but those of a lesser life couldn’t be trusted at all. Her mother and father taught her that. If she had known that Vincent had been beaten up because of the times she had to interact with him she would have felt bad, but she wouldn’t have dared say anything… To the football players or to him.<br><br>She could tell that he didn’t care about what she had to say. Not that she expected him to, but she couldn’t let her grades rest on his choices, especially when he went out of his way to be a social outcast. The blond wrinkle her cute little nose when he took out the cigarettes and leaned backwards when he offered her one… as if. So he had many bad and unhealthy habits... If she lead the evening then perhaps they both could get out of it with a good grade… after all she actually ATTENDED science class.<br><br>Then he started talking… To say she was accustomed to his manner of speech would have been a lie. She didn’t use curse words and the ones she thought in her head were mild at best. At first she was shocked and failed to prevent the look of hurt when he said she had a ‘snooty ass face’, taking it as he thought she were ugly. But it was soon concealed with her practiced superiority. Who was he to speak to her like that? Why should she feel bad because he intentionally worked on being unaccepted?<br><br>“Eloquently spoken. I am positive that such graceful language would get us both a passing grade.” Vivienne said dryly. It wasn’t something she would have done if given the choice, especially wearing an expensive skirt, but she was going to be better then him. So she slipped of her shoes and slid to the floor. Her skirt rode a few inches up her thigh, but nothing to garner excitement about. She curled her legs to the side as not to give a view of her undergarments, but now she was with in arms reach. “You sat down last, you could have chosen the couch.” Her blue eyes showed the same bite that was in her tone.<br><br>Then for a second she lost what she was going to say next. Her head felt light and fuzzy, the room spun. She brought a well manicured hand to her forehead, but the feeling was gone as if it had never been. It couldn’t have been later than 7pm, she shouldn’t feel sleepy. Yet she had to stifle a yawn. “Since you don’t want to be here and obviously have an appointment with a bottle…” If he could judge her, she was willing to do the same “… I’ll do the project and put your name to it along side mine. That way you won’t have to suffer the horrible visage of my face. We’ll both get a good grade and you can party yourself into a drunken stupor and we’ll both be happy.” She was about to say something else she was sure of it. His smoking must be making her sick.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 18:54:07</strong>
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				How different he would have felt about this project if it was four years ago,&nbsp; he like every other boy in school had a bit of a thing for the beautiful blonde...&nbsp; that was until he discovered how cold and shallow she could be.&nbsp; Now the simple thought of remaining in the same room with her made him want to start tearing out his hair,&nbsp; she was a memory of a time that he just wanted to put behind him.&nbsp; But after this damn experiment was over he'd never have to see her face again,&nbsp; and he'd never even have to look at this damned building again.&nbsp; It would all be over,&nbsp; and he'd be able to get back to the fantastic life that he had created for himself.<br><br>Once more he heard that little voice ring within his ears,&nbsp; Eloquent?&nbsp; He could be as eloquent as any individual out there...&nbsp; that is if they deserved it,&nbsp; and Vivienne hunter obviously didn't deserve anything from him except his complete and total disdain which she would most definitely get for the rest of the time that he had to spend with her.&nbsp; Besides,&nbsp; he could at least make her feel completely uncomfortable with the situation.<br><br>“That’s so sweet,&nbsp; you like the way I talk…”&nbsp; He clapped his hands together in mock adoration causing a few ashes to fall from the cancer stick onto the floor.&nbsp; “Tell me,&nbsp; does the word fuck make your crotch all tingly?”&nbsp; He chuckled to himself,&nbsp; and brought the cigarette to his lips…&nbsp; almost as soon as he said it though he felt it was a bit much.&nbsp; Sure, being mean to her was fine…&nbsp; but that was borderline abusive.&nbsp; Fuck it,&nbsp; it didn’t matter…&nbsp; she deserved whatever he could dish out.&nbsp; <br><br>The young man shrugged&nbsp; a bit as she slid down to the ground,&nbsp; he really didn’t have an answer to her question…&nbsp; perhaps he just wanted to maintain eye contact with her and if he was on the couch he’d just be looking at the top of her head,&nbsp; and if she was dressed a bit trashier that ample cleavage of hers.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes a bit at that thought,&nbsp; so what if she had one of the biggest sets of tits that he’d ever seen she was still a fucking bitch.<br><br>Vincent was also feeling a bit groggy, he really shouldn’t have been at all…&nbsp; he just woke up probably no less then two hours ago.&nbsp; He almost,&nbsp; just almost felt like he was high but that didn’t make any sense at all…&nbsp; unless he accidentally switch packs of smokes with one of the people he was partying with last night.&nbsp; Nah,&nbsp; it still tasted like tobacco.&nbsp; “I don’t think so,&nbsp; you expect me to trust you enough to not go and tattle to Mr. Smith as soon as I agree to that…&nbsp; and as for partying myself drunk,&nbsp; hell yea…&nbsp; you should try it some time…&nbsp; ya might relax enough that the stick falls out of your ass.”<br><br>He sighed and actually laid down on the floor looking up at the ceiling,&nbsp; he was tempted to just shut his eyes and fall asleep.&nbsp; “Listen Viv,&nbsp; your stuck with me and I’m stuck with you… lets just get this damn thing done so we never have to look at each other again”&nbsp; He put out the cigarette on the carpet of the floor.&nbsp; “Then you can go on to try and be woman of the year or whatever it is you see yourself doing,&nbsp; and I can go back to not having to see any of the other students from high school ever again. “
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 23:08:31</strong>
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				The wide eyed blond had to resist the urge to ask why the word fuck should make her crotch all tingly. She simply didn’t get the big deal that everyone else put on sex. Perhaps she was asexual or just frigid like every boy who tried to climb in her pants claimed. But her crotch had never been ‘tingly’. Not that it was his business and he was being sarcastically mean… That she DID understand.<br><br>Viviene also wondered what he was smoking. She twisted a bit so she could put her elbow on the couch and lean her head against her palm. The smoke was the only thing she could think of that would be giving her a spaced out feeling. So he did drugs too… what a winner. She made a sound of contempt when she suggested she would tell Mr. Smith that he wasn’t going to do any work. There was something odd about that teacher… she didn’t like the way he looked at her.<br><br>She moved her head to rest on her arm as the last of his words faded away… her lighter frame succumbing to the gas before his. The words “you’re mean” fell from her full lips in a whisper as the harsh edge of emotion vanished from her beautiful face when she fell into slumber. It would be only a minute or so before her counterpart followed suit.<br><br>~<br>(For our readers, the characters are not aware)<br><br>Voice #1 - They are perfect specimens Mr. Smith. Their social circles are different to the point of hostility and they are both physically beautiful. You are sure they don’t know each other well?<br><br>Mr. Smith – No sir, they do not know each other well. But I did remember years ago over hearing some jocks brag about beating him up because he had a crush on her. Something they did repeatedly though out that year so I was told. She on the other hand was almost oblivious to his existence. The personal and cultural rift between them should more than suffice for your needs.<br><br>Voice #2 – Indeed now all we have to do is document the possible out comes. The could: 1. Remain hostile towards each other indefinitely and never physically join<br>2. Remain hostile towards each other indefinitely and physically join<br>3. Become friends and never physically join<br>4. Become friends and physically join or<br>5. Fall in love<br><br>Voice #1 - *snorts* Well it seems that the thought of love is universal. Leave it to a female to put THAT into the list.<br><br>Voice #2 – It is possible…<br><br>Voice #1 – Only you would hope. They may become indifferent to each other and physically join. It is a possibility also.<br><br>Mr. Smith – The most probable is #2 and I am looking forward to watching. This will be a popular video stream…<br><br>~<br><br>Perhaps due to body weight again, Vincent was the first to wake. He was sitting on an overstuffed black couch. As his mind cleared of the fog, he would feel a pressure against his groin. It appeared that someone had positioned Vivienne between his legs with her head against his crotch. She was in the floor, leaning against him and sleeping peacefully. Their arranger had unbuttoned her blouse 5 buttons, giving him a great view of her breasts. But that person had also unbuttoned his leather pants and moved the zipper half way down. <br><br>The room was not over large. Perhaps the size of his living room. The walls a steel grey that felt cool and metallic to the touch. There was a king size bed in the opposite corner. Odd that it only had 1 pillow and a top sheet designed to fit a single sized bed. There was a kitchenette area and perhaps a 10 by 10 foot area of space with nothing in it. The floor was covered by plush tan carpet and the only door was open, from what he cold see it was a bathroom.<br><br>He couldn’t see it now, but both would learn in time. It had a two person shower on one side. A toilet and vanity area and then a deep garden tub, again large enough for two on the other side.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 01:29:43</strong>
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				The young man’s eyes fluttered open,&nbsp; and for a moment…&nbsp; just a moment he didn’t even the beautiful little girl’s face pressed against his crotch.&nbsp; The only thing that really concerned him was suddenly waking up in a room that he had never seen before,&nbsp; now…&nbsp; that in and of itself wasn’t exactly and oddity for the musician after a couple drinks he was quite prone at making rash decisions.&nbsp; This though, was so much different he remembered conking out on the schools floor with Vivienne sitting across from him.&nbsp; That thought seemingly was enough for the young man to look downward and see that beautiful angelic face resting against his groin.<br><br>Something was wrong…&nbsp; and chances are when she woke up he’d be the one blamed for the predicament.&nbsp; Very slowly he moved the little girl’s head slightly and moved his own body before letting it come down on the couch.&nbsp; Should he wake her up?&nbsp; It was probably quite pointless what could the blonde have to add to this discovery besides hysterics.&nbsp; Truth be told he was quite surprised that he wasn’t freaking out as is,&nbsp; it seemed like a classic sort of kidnapping case yet here he was as calm as ever,&nbsp; perhaps he was just simply in shock.&nbsp; That would probably explain a lot…<br><br>Those intense eyes suddenly flicked down to the girl again,&nbsp; a look of disdain spread across his face…&nbsp; he should have simply let the girl wake up the way that whoever it was had left her.&nbsp; Those deep grey eyes of his wandered over the girl’s perfect breasts for a time…&nbsp; until he realized just how creepy it was to stare at a drugged chick’s tits.&nbsp; He shook his head and slowly brought himself to a stand…&nbsp; should he button them? No,&nbsp; if she woke up to find him screwing with her clothing the results would be catastrophic… the word rape would probably be screamed multiple times.&nbsp; <br><br>Why he did what he was about to do was beyond him,&nbsp; he scooped the girl up very gently in his arms and placed her very softly on the couch.&nbsp; Doing his best to keep the girl from waking up in the act…&nbsp; why didn’t he just let her sit on the floor like the bitch that she was?&nbsp; Bah,&nbsp; she was already going to be having a mental break down already he didn’t need her to stress out about anything else,&nbsp; he was pretty sure that there’d be a shitload of tears before the day was done.<br><br>He zipped and buttoned his pants once more and headed into the other room to give it the once over.&nbsp; Noting the strangeness he shook his head for a moment and closed his eyes.&nbsp; This was fucked up…&nbsp; what kind of game was….&nbsp; Mr. Smith playing here?&nbsp; That was the only logical explanation right?&nbsp; <br><br>The strange young man sighed to himself and walked back into the room looking over it once more.&nbsp; “This fucken blows…&nbsp; if I had to be locked in a room with a random chick why the fuck couldn’t it have been someone cool…”&nbsp; He must have been taking this surprisingly well.&nbsp; <br><br>The youth paced the room back and fourth, perhaps waiting for the little blonde to come too…&nbsp; or maybe he thought that eventually some sort of message would be played over loud speakers explaining why exactly he was here.
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				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 03:15:32</strong>
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				Perhaps a small bit of fortune smiled upon the singer, the girl was not a light sleeper. Since she never had a real worry in her life, why would she worry about what was going on around her as she slept? Vivienne actually snuggled into him when he picked her up and made a sound of protest when he put her down, though she didn’t wake up.<br><br>But the blond did start to come out of her stupor when he returned to the main room and spoke to himself out loud. She kept her blue eyes closed as she contemplated his words, not only the ‘someone cool’ but the ‘locked in a room’ part. And the couch, though comfortable it was a bit fuzzier than the one in the science class and she remembered being on the floor…<br><br>“I don’t like you either and exactly what were you smoking?” She said it with her eyes closed, though worry could be heard more than annoyance. She wasn’t stupid. If he was making comments like that, the situation couldn’t be good. Then she opened her eyes and took a look around. For a few minutes she was stunned into silence. She noted the ONE bed and the kitchenette. It was like a small apartment on a space ship or an underground bunker. But it was a place designed for someone to stay.<br><br>The girl sat up slowly, not even noticing that her blouse was unbuttoned enough to reveal the creamy flesh underneath. “Um, I don’t know how to use your colorful expressions effectively. Perhaps you can say some of them for the both of us?” Her voice was shaky but composed as she looked around for her shoes and didn’t see them. So she stood to try to find a door. After checking out the bathroom and the main room for another minute of the ‘bedroom’ her baby blues where beginning to look a little teary. But for the moment she wasn’t crying or sniping at him. “the had to get us in here somehow…” She looked at him with a little hope that he would have an answer… still oblivious to the fact that her blouse was opened so far.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 03:41:16</strong>
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				When he heard her voice, he allowed his eyes to roll back into his skull, well the peace couldn’t have lasted that long…&nbsp; He allowed his eyes to flick back to her form noticing that she still hadn’t buttoned up her blouse.&nbsp; God,&nbsp; why couldn’t she just cover up her tits…&nbsp; he didn’t need to be attracted to someone he loathed.&nbsp; But those two wonderfully large orbs were so firm and perky…&nbsp; FUCK!&nbsp; He simply averted his gaze for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t think that me swearing up a storm is going to get us anywhere…”He sighed and walked over to the bed and took a seat on the edge… still attempting to keep his eyes averted from that tender flesh.&nbsp; Instead he tried to busy himself looking for seams in the wall that might have been the doors that were used to bring them in.&nbsp; He didn’t find anything of course,&nbsp; but at least it kept him from staring at her chest.<br><br>“I was smoking tobacco…I stopped smoking pot.”&nbsp; Without warning the young man brought his fist about&nbsp; to slam against one of the walls with a loud thud,&nbsp; he brought it make and shook his hand…&nbsp; the walls were obviously reinforced with steel…&nbsp; there was no way he would simply be able to pound through the drywall.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Hey Vivienne…&nbsp; um, your blouse is kinda undone……”&nbsp; That was probably one of the most un-masculine things he had ever said in his life,&nbsp; and he could be a pretty feminine dude when it came down to it.&nbsp; “I just thought you might want to know, all things considering.”&nbsp; God just cover up,&nbsp; I don’t want to get a hard on for the dumb bitch…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 04:32:34</strong>
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				<br>For a moment Vivienne thought that Vincent was going to start talking reasonably. Swearing defiantly wouldn’t get them anywhere. But she simply didn’t know any expressions strong enough to describe the predicament they were in. She simply nodded like she believed him when he said he stopped smoking pot. Wasn’t there other drugs that could be smoked these days?<br><br>When he hit the wall, she screamed and jumped. Even strapped as they were… there was no way to keep her bountiful breasts from bouncing. Yet her attentions where still on their situation. She knew her body could be distracting, but she had never intentionally tried to distract anyone with it before. It never crossed her mind that he would be looking at her in a sexual way… until he brought her attention to the fact that her shirt was unbuttoned.<br><br>Her face flushed a rosy pink and she quickly turned her back to him as she began to work the buttons. “I can’t believe you are looking at my chest at a time like this!” But now she could see shape of the other side. Her cloths were designed to accent her curves. The jacket flared at her small waist and the fabric of the skirt lay smooth cross her round ass. Most girls her height and weight were straight hipped like a boy, but not hers. She might be able to hide skin, but nothing was going to hide this woman’s shape.<br><br>When she turned back around, the buttons were fastened all the way up to her collar. She crossed her arms underneath them and gave him a stern look. “Well since you’ve brilliantly discovered that we can’t kung foo our way out of this room what do you propose we do now?” She wasn’t the least bit sleepy and there didn’t look like there was anything to do but to talk to him. How did a good day end up like this? And then she thought about her dad? Did he know where she was… was he worried about her? The salty tears that had been collecting in her blue eyes, finally rolled down her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 05:09:46</strong>
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				The young man was a bit startled by the fact that the Vivienne let out a shriek,&nbsp; he hadn’t yelled at her…&nbsp; or even&nbsp; been near enough to her for the girl to even think that it was meant as a threat to her.&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; He’d never harm a woman…&nbsp; especially one so lovely…&nbsp; and there his mind went again sexifying the little bitch that he should be bitching out right now.<br><br>He sighed softly,&nbsp; and his eyes simply watched the little girl for a moment...&nbsp; it wasn't his fault that he was looking at her.&nbsp; Damn it,&nbsp; she was just too fricken sexy to ignore...&nbsp; the gently slopping hips those wonderful full breasts...&nbsp; all of it screamed at him.&nbsp; She was the epitome of femininity, but that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t frustrated at himself for being so weak.&nbsp; He simply swallowed hard and decided to do his best to ignore it all…&nbsp; of course that was going to be quite a feat considering.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m sorry they’re kinda hard to not notice…&nbsp; and I thought maybe for modesty sake you might wanta cover yourself up.”&nbsp; &nbsp;So what if it was a half lie,&nbsp; but she wasn’t the one to wake up with a beautiful member of the opposite sex face in her crotch.&nbsp; God,&nbsp; just looking back on it was enough to cause him the shudder with delight… for a moment he could even feel the sensation of her soft breath against his skin.&nbsp; Damn it, he hated having such a high sex drive!<br><br>“Well…&nbsp; it was worth a try wasn’t it?&nbsp; It might have been the stupidest possible solution to the problem but it was the first thing that came to my mind.&nbsp; I don’t see you doing much beyond sitting there, and what if I got fricken lucky and the room was shitty enough for me to punch through…”&nbsp; He just shrugged his shoulders,&nbsp; so what if it was a stupid plan…&nbsp; it was better then not doing anything at all…&nbsp; he couldn’t be cooped up here forever he had photo shoots and shows that he had to get too.<br><br>Then…&nbsp; for a moment everything stopped as he saw those tears begin to fall from the Vivienne’s eyes.&nbsp; A soft sigh passed his lips, and for just a moment he was tempted to try and comfort her.&nbsp; He wouldn’t though,&nbsp; he knew that she wouldn’t reciprocate…&nbsp; and just once it was kind of nice to see one of these rich snobs in tears.&nbsp; <br><br>But…&nbsp; this was a horrible experience…&nbsp; could he really be so cruel?&nbsp; He fought an inner battle with himself, remembering the snide comments of her friends…&nbsp; but he just didn’t have it in him to sit idly by and watch the girl weep.&nbsp; “I’m sorry that this is happening…” he knew the words wouldn’t help much considering the circumstances “This won’t last…&nbsp; I’m sure someone will report you missing and they’ll find us…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 06:06:02</strong>
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				To her credit she wasn’t blubbering. But it was the kind of tears that welled up and overflowed that usually was the most heart grabbing and they didn’t mar her beautiful face at all. Vivienne shook her head when he spoke… is tone was nice for once and that was a tad bit comforting. “I was just wondering if my dad was worried about me.” She wasn’t going to go into details about her family’s dysfunctions, but she was more worried about her dad that she was about being here. <br><br>She dried her eyes on her sleeve, by patting so as not to disturb her make up and then walked over to the bed and sat beside him. “Punching the wall was REALLY stupid.” The blond said, though with out any of the venom that the words would suggest. She picked up his hand and inspected his palm and turned it over to see his knuckles. “You could have broken your hand.” Those words were spoken in almost a whisper as she brushed a well manicured thumb over the back of his hand, lingering as she looked over his jewelry. One ring on her finger was probably worth more than he had on his entire hand, but that wasn’t in her thoughts. Instead she asked…&nbsp; “Isn’t anyone going to miss you?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 06:26:17</strong>
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				The young man did his best to conceal the shock in his face when the young woman took a seat beside him.&nbsp; He hadn’t expected that sort of closeness from her…&nbsp; and in a very weird sort of way Vincent almost found the tears that had been falling from the girl’s eyes to be borderline erotic.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a bit of a strange revelation to be truthful…&nbsp; and it didn’t really seem to help the conflict that he was feeling.&nbsp; He shouldn’t be attracted to this snooty chick…&nbsp; but he had been before,&nbsp; and now she had blossomed into an image of perfect femininity… thanks to every curve and that beautiful face.<br><br>“I know it was stupid…&nbsp; I tend to do idiotic things when I get aggravated,”&nbsp; He said with a bit of a half grin,&nbsp; when she touched his hand his heart stopped.&nbsp; Why? Damn it…&nbsp; he’d been with enough women to not get butterflies in his stomach.&nbsp; What made this chick any different…&nbsp; it must have been the pedestal that people.&nbsp; Nah,&nbsp; it was impossible besides he wasn’t that shallow…&nbsp; and damn it!&nbsp; He didn’t like her…&nbsp; right?<br><br>“I’m okay…”&nbsp; He said with a bit of a whisper…&nbsp; yea his hand&nbsp; did ache a bit but it wasn’t something that would bother him for very long.&nbsp; When she asked her question, he pondered for a moment…&nbsp; the band might…&nbsp; just maybe but more likely then not they’d think he just flaked out and disappeared.&nbsp; “Nah…&nbsp; not really I don’t live with my family anymore…&nbsp; and my friends probably will just think I wandered off somewhere.”<br><br>For just a fraction of a second he turned his hand over and gave the girl’s a bit of a squeeze before he realized just what he was doing,&nbsp; and did his best to make a bit of a recovery.&nbsp; “See… the hand is working just fine…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 18:05:44</strong>
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				Being the epitome of high society, Vivienne didn’t understand a thing about him. She knew that even though she could see him just fine, she had been avoiding the details. But as she held his hand, he became more dimensional… A person. A person with horrible shinny gloves that thankfully didn’t cover his entire hand. The intricate jointed finger rings that covered his long fingers were scary and made his hand seem unnaturally long… but they were pretty in a way; she almost liked them. <br><br>The blond never had an unguarded moment with another person before and it scared her more than any horror movie he would fit right into ever could. When Vincent squeezed her hand it brought her back to reality. Despite how tenderly she had caressed his hand seconds before, she now dropped it in his lap as if it had been something disgusting to touch. The gothic man had thought her bitch, as she stood up and walked away from him… she felt like one. “Since you say that no one wants you and there is obviously no monetary gain for you being here… why do you suppose Mr. Smith would want to kidnap us both?” <br><br>It was only after she finished the cutting words did she turn and sit on the couch, her face a forced mask of perfection. Speaking like that to another person was something she thought she would never do. It was so like her mother. But she couldn’t allow herself to sympathize or like the man whose touch she had felt oddly comforted by. Her mother didn’t allow her friends like him; society didn’t either.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 20:06:52</strong>
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				For just a moment,&nbsp; Vincent felt calm despite the whole situation at a hand.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just the simple contact with another person’s flesh.&nbsp; Part of him was actually quite surprised that Vivienne had allowed him to actually touch her,&nbsp; but the moment didn’t last long at all.<br><br>And then she returned,&nbsp; and suddenly the whole world seemed like it had returned to the way that it always had.&nbsp; If he was younger he might have allowed his hurt to register across his face,&nbsp; but four years of torture was enough to allow his face to transform into just a cold dull stare.&nbsp; No matter how beautiful she was…&nbsp; she was just a bitch,&nbsp; who didn’t give a shit about another person’s feelings.&nbsp; Why had he expected anything different from the girl?&nbsp; She was still the same uptight little brat she was before they were tossed into the room together.<br><br>“I must just be hear to make the princess as uncomfortable as possible,&nbsp; your parents will probably get pictures of how you’re at the mercies of some sort of deviant individual.” He snorted&nbsp; &nbsp;“I don’t have a fucken clue why I’m here, and since I am its not about fucken money because I’m the only person that has any access to my cash.&nbsp; So get it through your fucken head Viv this has nothing to do with what in your god damn families bank…”&nbsp; He spat the words from his lips,&nbsp; behind that hypnotic tone was a feral growl. <br><br>“I don’t even fucken see the point of speculating why were here,&nbsp; its not going to fucken change the fact that were stuck in this fucken box with each other.”&nbsp; He shook his head a bit “Well I guess you just chose to sleep on the couch,&nbsp; wouldn’t have been at the top of my list but who am I to dispute the tastes of royalty.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 20:57:06</strong>
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				At least he was strong enough to give back what she dished out… Though it made her feel a little less guilty about how she has spoken to him it made her feel more alone than ever. Loneliness was something she was accustomed to… and she ignored it by keeping herself busy from the time she woke up until the time she went to sleep. How was she supposed to avoid it here with nothing to do?<br><br>She scowled at him as he talked, but she was seeing him now. His distinctive grey eyes held the fire of his anger even though his face was stoic. His voice was warm and smooth. It was apparent that Vincent knew how to use it to his advantage because the menacing edge in his tone caused the hair on her arms to stand on end and a weird tingling sensation down her spine that she had no idea how to describe. <br><br>But was he right that his had nothing to do with her family’s money? It’s not like they flaunted exactly how much money they were worth. If it wasn’t about money then how would she get home? Tears began to flood those expressive blue eyes once more, but she never got the chance to shed them as he informed her she had chosen to sleep on the couch. “What!?” She exclaimed as if slapped. “You are not so stupid as to think that I am sleeping on this couch.”<br><br>If he thought she was sleeping on the couch, he had seriously been doing too many drugs. The short woman stood again and walked back to the bed. He was only sitting on the edge of the bed. Unless he stopped her she was going to claim the middle, the pillow and the small blanket. God this was childish, but she didn’t want to stop talking to him yet… she didn’t want to face the fact that she was completely scared of having no control over the situation they were in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 21:32:34</strong>
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				He smirked he didn’t care if he ended up sleeping on the couch,&nbsp; he could sleep comfortably on floors if he needed too.&nbsp; Was it really worth it to argue with the girl over sleeping arrangements?&nbsp; It might have been an amusing endeavor for a while,&nbsp; but would it really accomplish anything worthwhile besides maybe making Vivienne’s life a little bit more miserable.&nbsp; Should that have really been high on his list of things to do?&nbsp; Probably not…&nbsp; she was already in a horrible situation…&nbsp; but damn it he tried to be nice to her and she just threw it all back into his face.<br><br>The young man couldn’t keep from noticing the poise of her body,&nbsp; the soft curves,&nbsp; her perfect posture,&nbsp; she was an image of feminine self discipline and damn it…&nbsp; she at least had an appearance that at least helped to make up for her relative bitchiness.&nbsp; <br><br>As she approached the bed a smile spread across his lips and a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.&nbsp; “I’m sorry babe,&nbsp; but your just not my type you’ll have to stay on the couch…”&nbsp; &nbsp;With that he leaned backwards and collapsed onto the bed stretching out before she had the opportunity to get there.&nbsp; “I mean,&nbsp; no offence or anything but I just don’t think it would be right for both of us to sleep together on this nice comfortable bed…&nbsp; but I’ll be nice and you can use the blanket tonight.”<br><br>Was he actually having fun?&nbsp; That should have been impossible considering the situation…&nbsp; was it just because he was used to strange situations now?&nbsp; His life had been one shit hole after another up until recently,&nbsp; what harm could one more do to him.&nbsp; Besides with this chick here they’d be found in no time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 22:26:04</strong>
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				Oh so he wanted to play this way… a challenge or competition was something that the large breasted blonde’s mind could accept rather easily and she took it. Her mother had always told her that she thought about her body all wrong; that her wicked curves could get her anything she wanted from a man. Though she was not about to test the entirety of that theory… dabbling a bit wouldn’t harm much would it?<br><br>Vivienne’s facial features softened and she gave Vincent a sugary sweet smile. There was a mirthful sparkle in her baby blue eyes that hinted she would be better sited with horns than a halo at the moment. Her hand slid down to the buttons of her jacket and she slowly began to unbutton them… her eyes never leaving his. “What ever do you mean Mr. Nemean… that I am not your type?” She asked innocently. That was easy because she had no imagination as to what his type was… and despite rumors that she had helped create… she had never even gone so far as to kiss a guy on the lips. <br><br>After the third and final button was free, she shrugged off her jacket and put her knee on the bed. If the man had thought she was difficult to look at before now he could see her glorious globes straining against the thin white material of her shirt. The lacey edge of the bra he had gotten a glimpse of could be seen as a white shadow accenting her volumous swells. Her chest in contrast was small, her waist smaller yet. Inwardly she saw herself as grossly out of proportion. So it truly didn’t dawn on her that he would think of her as physically attractive. <br><br>As she rolled up her sleeves she continued her ‘attack’. “But I do accept you’re gentlemanly offer of the blanket and since I agree that it would be wrong for us both to sleep on this nice comfortable bed… you are going to be a gentleman and let me have the bed too.” She brought her other leg up on the bed as she spoke, failing to notice the way the skirt rode up her shapely thighs. <br><br>The blond then made her move to roll him off the bed. One manicured hand went to his shoulder and the other to his side. Her long acrylic nails sought to find any place that could be ticklish as she attempted to move him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 22:59:09</strong>
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				He watched as the beautiful little creature stripped down ,&nbsp; now…&nbsp; Vincent wasn’t stupid,&nbsp; far from it to be truthful.&nbsp; In fact he caught on to her game fairly quickly…&nbsp; but that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t enjoying the soft core strip tease that she was doing for him.&nbsp; If her friends could only see her now, stripping for the pathetic goth outcast…&nbsp; she’d never be able to live it down.&nbsp; The young man wished that he had a camera,&nbsp; it would have been fantastic to take her down a peg.<br><br>He watched as she tossed the jacket to the floor,&nbsp; and he did his best to keep his features composed as he saw those two perfect swells upon her small body.&nbsp; God,&nbsp; they had to be fake!&nbsp; There was no way that a girl with that type of body could have a pair like,&nbsp; it was maddening…&nbsp; When he said she wasn’t his type that was a dead lie…&nbsp; he always liked his women tiny,&nbsp; but he had always been so disappointed because of the fact they were usually flat chested.<br><br>Then Vincent’s eyes went lower still, noticing the slim yet perfect leg move to onto the bed,&nbsp; for a moment he almost extended his metal clad hand to softly caress her flesh.&nbsp; The young man thought the better of it though,&nbsp; he might not be able to play her game…&nbsp; but he could turn it back on her if he needed to.&nbsp; Though his body was reacting to her… attention pretty soon all nine inches of him was as hard a rock and it was quite noticeable as a long thick shaft that snaked down his thigh.&nbsp; He could feel the uncomftorble pressure against his root thanks to the angle that it was at.&nbsp; He really hoped that the little girl didn’t decide to look down.<br><br>The young man closed his eyes loving the feel of her long fingernails against his flesh,&nbsp; it did tickle slightly…&nbsp; even bringing a bit of a smile to his lips but he still wouldn’t budge.<br><br>“I don’t think I’m much of a gentleman to be truthful…&nbsp; because this bed is still looking really tempting.&nbsp; Even more so with you in it…I mean despite the fact you’re a bit on the snooty side you’re quite nice on the eyes…&nbsp; so I wouldn’t mind throwing propriety to the wind and getting all warm and toasty with you.”&nbsp; Let’s see how she reacts to that, she was a bit of a slut but that would probably get her to back off…&nbsp; the bed was his…&nbsp; only because the little girl wanted it of course.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 23:28:49</strong>
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				Thankfully the blonde didn’t look down. It was one thing to be out maneuvered. Had she seen the evidence of his arousal she would have ran. Instead she emitted a sound of frustration. Either her mother was wrong about the power of her shape or she just sucked at using it to her advantage. She had heard enough about Vincent’s conquests in school not to doubt where his sexual preferences lay. “Hell would have to freeze first.” She retorted to his offer of getting ‘warm and toasty’. <br><br>She ceased her efforts to get him off the bed. Though her next move probably didn’t help the state of things in his tight leather pants. Vivian reached over him and grabbed the blanket and the pillow, causing her breasts to be pressed against his chest. Though it was doubtful he could tell from that, but they were 100 percent real. Items in hand she sat back on her heels. She looked at the pillow for a second and then it him with it. She was frustrated at being here… frustrated that she had pulled tricks that her mother would pull… and oddly hurt that her little ‘tease’ hadn’t worked at all. Why did she even want him to be attracted to her anyway? Eeew. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and hit him with the pillow a second time. The she slid off the bed with her prizes. The only problem being that he was also on the blanket. As she was walking away, the blanket pulled back on her, causing her to loose her balance and fall, not so gracefully on top of him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 00:29:46</strong>
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				"Babe,&nbsp; some layers of hell are pretty chilly, haven't you ever read Dante's Inferno?"&nbsp; He said with a bit of a grin,&nbsp; &nbsp;the girl knew what she was doing...&nbsp; that much was obvious and if she&nbsp; hadn’t been such a bitch earlier he probably would have fallen prey to her game.&nbsp; Fortunately, despite his high libido he was able to retain enough control over himself not to simply jump at the idea of pleasing someone with that sort of body.&nbsp; He ran his tongue across his lips,&nbsp; and just watched as the little girl threw her mostly silent hissy fit.<br><br>When the young woman bent over Vincent, he could feel the weight of her breasts against his chest,&nbsp; he couldn’t tell if they were alter at all…&nbsp; but they certainly felt great against the thin shirt he was wearing.&nbsp; Though things did go both ways, she was able to feel his tight muscles beneath…&nbsp; he might have been lean but he wasn’t exactly a soft body individual.&nbsp; The young man lifted his hand… and perhaps not even noticing what he was doing he ran one of those long silver talons against the back of her thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>When she whacked him with the pillow the first time he let loose a little bit of a chuckle,&nbsp; now if things weren’t already well beyond childish he might have said something about her level of maturity,&nbsp; but in truth he knew that he really wasn’t being that much better.&nbsp; But then she whacked him a second time, and in response he gave her a bit of a wink and licked his lips.&nbsp; “Ya know I’ve seen Porno’s that start out like that…”<br><br>He watched as she walked away making a note of the soft swaying of her hips,&nbsp; and the pleasant motion of the muscles in her rump.&nbsp; He didn’t even notice that he was still laying on the blanket until, well she was suddenly falling backwards.&nbsp; When she landed on Vincent he made just the smallest winces, though it had nothing to do with her weight, and everything to do with the fact that because of the way she fell his erect member was nuzzled quite comfortably in between the cheeks of her rump.<br><br>“Wow…. Um that was a bit forward Viv…&nbsp; but I’ve gotta say that I kinda liked it.”&nbsp; He decided to do his best to hide his embarrassment by continuing on with his childish antics.&nbsp; While inside he was appalled not only by the fact that she was able to effect him so,&nbsp; but also because considering the situation it was probably the least appropriate way for him to be reacting.&nbsp; “So…&nbsp; you like reverse cow girl too?”&nbsp; He gave the girl a wide grin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 01:49:55</strong>
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				Had she not been so distracted by the unexpected way her body reacted to the feel of his chest and annoyed at his porno comment, she probably wouldn’t have been caught off balance and fallen. But not even that could prepare her for the flood of sensations that coursed through her blood stream once she realized the exact part of him that she had fallen against. <br><br>The socialite’s face flushed a pretty shade of rose just knowing that it was THAT part of his anatomy. The warm tingling sensation at the juncture of her legs brought back the words he had said in the science room and her breasts now ached with a need to be touched. She had never had such feelings happen before. That in itself was horrifying but then she realized just how long that hard lump was. Did her abdominal muscles clinch out of want or fear? She had no way of knowing, but he had to feel it. Muscles worked in sets, her glutes had moved against his massive hardness. Her face deepened in color of red. She was afraid to move and afraid to stay.<br><br>However his words spurred her to action. “You are such an ass.” She hissed, but was her tone just a bit deeper? She turned, sliding her soft ass over his erection, balled up her fist and hit him in the stomach. Fortunately for him… she hit like a girl. Finally she gathered the blanket… all of it ensuring she wiggled as much as possible against him before standing up. As she stepped away from Vincent with well ingrained dignity she felt a stupid sense of loss. <br><br>Her first sexual reaction to anyone and it was to a crass low life. She laid down on the couch and covered her entire body with the blanket. Vivienne’s body ached in a way that she didn’t know how to deal with and she didn’t even want the temptation to look at him. He wasn’t even cute, was he? There was no way she was going to get to sleep anytime soon. Darn him.<br><br>The lights to the room dimmed almost to the point of going out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 03:52:21</strong>
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				Too say that this was an unpleasant experience would have been a horrible lie, but when he felt the girls body beginning to react to the feeling of his masculinity pressed against her, needless to say he was a bit shocked.&nbsp; The feeling of her tight little backside clenching at his shaft set him on edge and he let loose a soft whimper as his eyes fell shut.&nbsp; One of his hands moved to rest, on her hip giving it the softest of squeezes.&nbsp; God,&nbsp; &nbsp;he wanted to take her…&nbsp; he wanted to feel everything that she could give him…&nbsp; and if rumors were true the little minx was capable of giving quite a lot.<br><br>It was the red tinge to her cheeks though that really got him going…&nbsp; he knew that it wasn’t part of her game then,&nbsp; no one could fake that…&nbsp; and she hadn’t had time to apply any make up to attain that desired sort of effect.&nbsp; Then, he realized that thanks to his childlike antics he killed the girl’s arrousal…&nbsp; damn it!&nbsp; He should have watched his tongue…&nbsp; he probably could have had the beautiful little woman riding his manhood three ways till Sunday if he had kept his mouth shut.&nbsp; Now,&nbsp; he was without a blanket, pillow,&nbsp; and smoking hot babe in the bed with him.&nbsp; How could this get any worse?&nbsp; Well, besides the fact that a mad science teacher captured him and decided to keep him in a little box.<br><br>When the young woman brought her fist to his gut, he let out a bit of a wince…&nbsp; somehow he was expecting more.&nbsp; He probably deserved a punch in the face,&nbsp; but all he got was a weak sock to the gut,&nbsp; it was probably better anyway he didn’t want to have his beautiful face messed up. <br><br>Vincent felt like a complete and total ass…&nbsp; why was he thinking about sex at a time like this?&nbsp; He didn’t know if this guy planned on killing the two of them or what,&nbsp; but here he was acting… basically normal.&nbsp; Maybe it was his attempt at trying to cope with the situation.&nbsp; Who knows, or maybe…&nbsp; he was a creep,&nbsp; it was a distinct possibility.<br><br>“What the fuck?”&nbsp; He said with a bit of a hiss as the lights began to dim.&nbsp; Well, as long as the lights were going out he slid off all of his rings and placed them on the little table by the bed…&nbsp; the collar came off next,&nbsp; after that came the shirts,&nbsp; and finally the pair of boots and his sox.&nbsp; He laid in the bed his eyes looking up at the ceiling…&nbsp; he couldn’t sleep like this,&nbsp; he usually was only able to relax in the nude and the leather pants he was wearing were not something a person should sleep in.<br><br>He just sat there for a few moments and stewed on the events that had just transpired, feeling a bit dirty…&nbsp; he shouldn’t be putting the girl through all of this…&nbsp; she was suffering so much.&nbsp; “Your right…&nbsp; I am kind of a dick…”&nbsp; He said with a bit of a sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 04:33:35</strong>
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				If he had only killed her arousal she might have had a slight chance to go to sleep. But now she was worried that she was going to become a wanton whore like her mother. If Vincent would have touched her more would she have allowed it? She could still feel the exact spot he touched on her hip and it kept her aroused. The ache was annoying. But it was even more so that she couldn’t do anything about it. She wouldn’t touch herself if she was alone; much less with him being in the same room. <br><br>Vivienne selfishly wished he was having as much difficulty as she. It was then that she realized for him to get to such a state he had to like the way she looked. Though it didn’t fill her head with the twisted since of power that she feared it would, it gave her a small since of confidence that she wasn’t as gross as she felt herself to be. But then again this was Vincent Nemean. His entire demeanor was bizarre. So she could still be gross. <br><br>But why was she attracted to him? He defiantly wasn’t her type. And there had to be a natural law against it. As she heard him undress, her body disagreed with the thought. She softly groaned and hoped he didn’t hear as soon as the sound came out of her mouth. Perhaps it was the forbidden fruit combined with the stress of being kidnapped.&nbsp; <br><br>The thought of being kidnapped did the trick. It was like her body being doused in ice. In the silence she thought she could hear all the creaks and groan of the building they are in or it could have been her imagination, but she didn’t like the idea of being alone all the way across the room. What happened if Mr Smith came back. Though the man had obviously gotten them here in the first place, she would pick Vincent over the science teacher any day.<br><br>When he confessed to being a dick she pulled the cover down, slightly exasperated at her body’s response to the thought of his anatomy. She had never even seen one outside of a picture. “Now are your are starting to make sense.” She replied softly. “Are we going to call a truce for tonight? Honestly I’m terrified. I don’t want to be over here by myself.”&nbsp; She wasn’t sure she could sleep beside him, but she sure wasn’t going to sleep by herself, not that she was tired anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>26-02-2007, 04:57:19</strong>
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				The young man sat in the darkness listening to the sound of the girl breathing,&nbsp; he really did feel like he had hit rock bottom all of a sudden.&nbsp; He went too far…&nbsp; though he usually had a tendency of going to far,&nbsp; if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t have made it anywhere in the music scene or the modeling scene.&nbsp; But right now,&nbsp; his words were probably hurting someone…&nbsp; and the girl was already in enough pain as is.&nbsp; She had people out there that she really cared for…&nbsp; and she was separated from them,&nbsp; it must have been hellish.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Could he do anything for her?&nbsp; It didn’t seem likely that he could provide the girl any comfort,&nbsp; the fact of the matter was sometimes getting emotional scared him.&nbsp; Could that be why he was putting on this show?&nbsp; Or was it simply because he had so many shitty memories of what this young woman’s circle of friends had done to him.&nbsp; He’d stop… for now,&nbsp; She didn’t deserve those last comments…&nbsp; damn it though..&nbsp; She was so hot, and well…&nbsp; she still was the same chick from high school he could still feel his member pulsing away wanting more of the little girl’s touch.&nbsp; <br><br>He did his best to push the thought aside…&nbsp; unfortunately he didn’t have as much control over himself as the young lady did.&nbsp; Part of him was very… very tempted to excuse himself to the bathroom so he relieve himself and start thinking straight for a while.&nbsp; He wouldn’t though,&nbsp; she was under too much stress already and she probably would have guessed what he was doing in there.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he heard her voice and his ears perked up…&nbsp; what she said surprised him,&nbsp; and he would do his best to act naturally…&nbsp; all things considering.&nbsp; “Yea…&nbsp; truce,&nbsp; come on…&nbsp; I’ll be on my best behavior.”&nbsp; He shifted ever so slightly,&nbsp; wishing that he had something to cover himself up with.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 01:33:21</strong>
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				Vincent agreed that they would be civel to each other for at least tonight. That was such a relief. There could only be so much conflict between two people who didn't get along before they stopped talking to each other. It had felt like they were at that point. Though she still didn't like him; she was scared. That made him ok for now. She got of the couch, pulling the blanket and pillow in front of her. It didn't afford him a view of her swaying hips or bountiful busts, but she was rather adorable with her hair being tousled from the blanket and pillow. <br><br>It was too late for her to worry about how she looked anyway. Since there hadn't been any soap in the bathroom there was no way to wash her face. The morning might be terrifying for the both of them, even if nothing else happened. Perhaps she should have worried about how he looked now. After all she did hear him undress. But it was not until she was climbing on the bed that she realized just how much simply looking at him could affect her. It was not so dark that she could not see the shadows that marked the contours of his defined chest. There was that odd tightening in her chest and abdomen again. With a sigh of frustration she hit him in the chest with the pillow and let go of it.<br><br>The bed was big enough for them to lay on it with out touching, but the blanket wasn’t. Could she really sleep knowing he was cold? No… if he had continued to be mean it would have been a different matter. So she grabbed her jacket and moved over to lay beside him. She balled the expensively uncomfortable material up and shoved it under her head, then used her feet to kick the covers over their legs (well not all of his) then passed him part of the blanket for his chest. It till wasn’t big enough to cover them completely with out them getting closer to still, but she was NOT going that far.<br><br>“Thanks Vincent. The room doesn’t seem as spooky from over here.” And it didn’t, but now she had to deal with his leather clad legs against her bare calves and the warmth of his arm against hers and the surprising fact that he had a great chest despite being so slim. It was then that she realized that she didn’t feel smothered by his size. Sure he towered over her in height, but he didn’t feel like he was 5 times her size. Maybe that was all their was to it, hopefully…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 02:59:35</strong>
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				<br><br>The young man simply watched the silluetted&nbsp; form of the beautiful&nbsp; girl approach, while he listened to the soft sounds of her feet touching the floor in a gentle rhythm.&nbsp; The situation was awkward to say the least,&nbsp; they were probably the least likely people on the planet to be interacting with one another.&nbsp; He really didn’t know what to expect,&nbsp; would she tease him a bit more?&nbsp; Or would they live up to the weird idea of a truce between the two of them?&nbsp; He didn’t know her intentions but, he’d play nice as long as he thought she was doing the same.<br><br>When she began to crawl over the bed towards him, his heart started to pound nervously…&nbsp; he could see that soft silken hair hanging in front of her face.&nbsp; She looked like some sort of disheveled angel, he could smell the soft scent of her expensive perfume,&nbsp; her shampoo,&nbsp; feel the wonderful warmth of her body.&nbsp; He shouldn’t be thinking about this…&nbsp; it was so fucken wrong!&nbsp; Sex should be the last thing on his mind…&nbsp; but there was that tight little body that looked like it belonged to a sex goddess just inches away and getting even closer.<br><br>Then, she began to cover him up…&nbsp; it was an extremely touching gesture,&nbsp; he didn’t know why but it brought a soft smile to his face.&nbsp; Perhaps, it was because it was such a generous act…&nbsp; and he never seen Vivienne Hunter as a generous sort of girl,&nbsp; or maybe it was just the simply kindness behind the act.&nbsp; Whatever it was,&nbsp; he felt surprisingly content…&nbsp; &nbsp;he allowed his eyes to fall shut.<br><br>“That’s good…”&nbsp; What else could he say,&nbsp; he wasn’t exactly the best at finding comforting words…&nbsp; “Despite…&nbsp; everything,&nbsp; I’ll do my best to keep ya safe…”&nbsp; He spoke very softly.&nbsp; “were in this together
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 04:07:24</strong>
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				Even as her body gently burned beside a man she would have normally walked across the street to avoid, she felt an odd sense of peace. Perhaps it had always been there, but they were too loud to notice it. She had noticed it when she had held his hand, but had not thought it real. Still it was not something she could believe in, but right now she was going to give into it. <br><br>As she spoke his vow to keep her safe she couldn’t keep out the image of a wolf holding a sheep and promising not to eat the fluffy white animal. By the time he said the word ‘together’ she was giggling pretty hard. Vivienne actually had to audibly drag air into her lungs to calm herself down so that she cold speak. “I’m sorry… I just couldn’t help but to imagine giving a cute little lamb to the wolf… we are so odd…” The blonde was really hoping that he didn’t take offense at her giggling. She was not intending to hurt his feelings this time.<br><br>But there was no time for him to answer after her last word. A loud boom resonated though the room and shook it.&nbsp; Her mind did not register that the origin of the sound seemed to be far away, suggesting they were in something rather large. She just rolled over and pressed herself as close to her nemesis as possible. Her bra bound breasts pressed against his side and part of his chest. Her left arm crossed his chest and her tiny hand gripped his left hip tight enough to prove that she had been frightened. Her legs wrapped themselves around his right leg. He cold clearly feel her juncture pressed against his hip suggesting that her skirt had ridden very high. She buried her face against this chest… damn he smelled good this close. It calmed her a bit. He would find her hair was indeed as soft as it looked.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 04:56:59</strong>
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				He realized that it was a humorous situation,&nbsp; in fact he probably would have started laughing with her if she hadn’t been startled by the sudden noise outside.&nbsp; In response to her suddenly pressing her body against his, he turned on his side and wrapped both of his arms tightly around her little body pulling her as close as possible to him, resting his face in that beautiful golden mane of hers.&nbsp; It felt wonderful against his flesh,&nbsp; much better then the make shift pillow that she had created for him.&nbsp; <br><br>Vincent lifted a hand to softly stroke her hair,&nbsp; his voice a bit louder then a whisper…&nbsp; his was about as relaxed as he could manage considering the situation.&nbsp; “Its okay…&nbsp; whatever it is was, was a good distance away…&nbsp; something probably just fell of a shelf…&nbsp; there wasn’t any other sounds but that one.”&nbsp; He closed his eyes and continued brought his free arm to softly stroke the small of her back with a single long tapered digit.<br><br>God…&nbsp; they were real,&nbsp; holy crap this girl was naturally stacked like some sort of sex goddess!&nbsp; The young man tried to push that fact as far away from his mind as possible,&nbsp; he thought about the situation at hand…&nbsp; and the image of the science teacher suddenly appearing out of nowhere howling like a lunatic.&nbsp; It didn’t help,&nbsp; he could feel her groin pressed against his leg,&nbsp; feeling her inner warmth was driving him mad with desire.<br><br>“Don’t worry…&nbsp; I’m here for you…&nbsp; I’ll protect you I promise.”&nbsp; It feel so odd speaking these sorts of words to Vivienne Hunter,&nbsp; though it was no odder to have the girl pressed so closely against his body.&nbsp; “Don’t worry…&nbsp; everything will be fine…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-02-2007, 21:56:35</strong>
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				The dainty blonde shivered in his arms, part of it was fear of the noise and the situtation they were in, but part of it was something she didn't want to acknowledge... she loved the feel of his arms wrapped around her and his body pressed tightly to hers. He was holding her tight and he felt stronger than he looked. His smooth chest was so arm against her cheek. The irony that her first close interactions with a boy was with someone she could never accept was not lost on her.<br><br>"That had to be a pretty big something and a very lousy shelf." though her voice was muffled by his chest it still sounded shakey. Vivienne snuggled into him again to get closer, completely clueless to the effect that grinding her bossem into his bare chest was having on him. It was strange the affect it was having on her though. The normally soft bra felt scratchy against her skin, specifically her nipples. Aside from feeling safer, the only physical comfort being this close to him was the pressure at her juncture from his leg. It seemed to counter the pressure building at the base of her tummy. Though she wasn't sure how long that was going to last.<br><br>But as he spoke comforting words to her in that sultry voice of his and his fingers continued to stroke her hair, she knew she wasn't going anywhere tonight. She would enjoy the sweet torment being near him caused... just this once. The blonde slowly lifted her heat, her full silken lips accidently grazed his chin. "Thank you Vincent, I feel better now." She leaned in to give him a kiss, intending for his cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 01:32:22</strong>
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				When he seen those lips pucker up and move in the world seemed to stop,&nbsp; the world seemed to begin to move in slow motion.&nbsp; Could this really be happening?&nbsp; And more so could he really be enjoying it?&nbsp; It didn’t seem possible…&nbsp; up until tonight the only thing that the name Vivienne Hunter caused in him was a nauseus feeling in his gut and bile in the back of his throat.&nbsp; But now,&nbsp; here he was holding her like she was a lover…&nbsp; and her lips were moving to meet his.&nbsp; It just didn’t seem right…&nbsp; he wanted to scream at himself…<br><br>Instead he rotated his head and very softly pressed his lips to hers,&nbsp; he could taste her…&nbsp; and without thinking he brought the tip of his tongue to run slowly against them but choosing to not reveal the barbell that was thrust through his tongue.&nbsp; He shifted his leg ever so slightly,&nbsp; and put just the slightest extra pressure against her junction.&nbsp; <br><br>The young man lifted one his hands from its position on her back and used it to softly caress those beautiful golden locks. With a bit more of moving about the poor little woman, soon found that big and achingly hard member pressed against her thigh.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but allowing a soft sigh to pass over his lips,&nbsp; the other arm still wrapped tightly around her little form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 03:43:21</strong>
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				Her mind was screaming at her just as much. She had wanted to kiss his cheek, but he shifted his head and lined up their lips. God help her she couldn’t stop. Vivienne was 18 years old, she had never kissed a boy before and had never let one get close enough to kiss her. Vincent wouldn’t believe her if she confessed… she had instigated rumors to the contrary… but she wanted to know what it was like…<br><br>When their lips met, her heart stuttered and that strange warmth intensified at the juncture of her thighs. This man definitely had a special magic and she envied him that he got to show it. She had not known what to expect, but his tongue tracing her lips was not it. It was so sensual and her lips parted slightly. Then he shifted her against his leg, she closed her eyes and whimpered. Sparks shot though her core as her nether lips where shifted between her body and lace panties. <br><br>She sunk her nails into his hip and his arm as she tried not to be swept away by sensations she wasn’t prepared for. As if he wasn’t overwhelming her already, they shifted again and his engorged manhood felt like a giant rock against her leg. She stilled, not moving a muscle. Vivienne had no clue what to do now…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 04:08:50</strong>
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				He felt those nails dig into his flesh,&nbsp; he winced ever so slightly against the pain…&nbsp; but it felt so wonderful.&nbsp; In a moment the sharp searing sensation, was replaced by a dull ache that only seemed to push him forward.&nbsp; When her lips parted he slid his tongue into the warmth of her mouth, teasing the girl’s own pink muscle with the steal barbell that was thrust through his flesh.&nbsp; he began to spiral it within her mouth… savoring her pleasant taste.<br><br>One of his hands traced over her body,&nbsp; running his finger tips down her spine…&nbsp; until his hand met with that firm rump.&nbsp; Vincent ran his hand very slowly against that perfect back side, before he gave it a gentle little squeeze, before moving to the other cheek and repeated the process.&nbsp; In the same instance he used his hand to push their bodies as close together as they could possibly be,&nbsp; but that was when he noticed the strange stiffness of the girl’s body.&nbsp; He would have expected her to be more relaxed…&nbsp; she had seemed to be reciprocating.<br><br>The young man was in a quandary now…&nbsp; doubly so,&nbsp; not only was he arguing with himself about the fact that he was kissing her…&nbsp; was he taking advantage of the situation.&nbsp; He felt like a pig…&nbsp; very… very slowly he broke his lips away from hers and shifted his leg back so she wouldn’t be in contact with his errection.&nbsp; God,&nbsp; he was getting so sore…&nbsp; he could feel the beating of his heart in his sex,&nbsp; and the ache of over arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>“Should… should I stop?”&nbsp; He said very meekly….&nbsp; Though he kept his arms wrapped tightly around the little girl’s body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 05:06:35</strong>
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				His tongue slipped into her mouth and her heart began to pound hard in her chest. She wanted to melt into the kiss, but simply didn’t now how. The blonde virgin did make a sound of surprise as she felt the metal bar come in contact with her tongue. But it wasn’t unpleasant and she knew his skill far surpassed her own. She did return the tongue play hoping to hide the fact that she didn’t know how to kiss.<br><br>Everything about Vincent’s touch only worked to drive her core temperature higher. She wanted to moan as his hands caressed her bottom and whimpered with what was definitely desire. The girl knew that his experience should be a reminder to how meaningless this would be after they were done and she knew she wanted more that a fleeting feeling of pleasure. But her body was trying to override her thought… wanting more of his touch and skill.<br><br>But he must have sensed her indecision and like the gentlemen she wouldn’t have expected him to be before this night, he broke the kiss and pulled back. At his question she leaned her head against his chest. She didn’t know what was more embarrassing. Admitting that he was her first kiss or explaining that the rumor of her wild prom night a few months ago was the result of her bribing her date with a bmw to say he had sex with her, rather than admit the truth… the blonde woman Tony had been seen with had been her mother.<br><br>Her body ached and her emotions where so raw. He deserved better than what she was giving and she knew she would never be able to treat him decently. “I..” her&nbsp; voice was shaky, husky and she had to try again. “I’m sorry. I’ve never kissed anyone before…” Her word barely made it above a whisper and she felt some what ashamed of the confession. It was comforting that he still held her; his sex goddess made no attempts to move out of his embrace.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 19:41:53</strong>
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				If she could have seen him through the darkness, she would have noticed his brow arching in confusion.&nbsp; Vivienne Hunter,&nbsp; never been kissed?&nbsp; That didn’t sound plausible at all…&nbsp; he had heard about the prom night excursion,&nbsp; but more shocking was the gang bang that rumor had it involved every member of the first string on the football team.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet, could you always trust a rumor?&nbsp; There was quite a few about him going around,&nbsp; the one about him being dead wasn’t the strangest…&nbsp; there were a few that brought his sexuality into question…&nbsp; there really was no reason to trust the rumor mill.<br><br>If it was true though…&nbsp; she wasn’t a bad kisser,&nbsp; which was better then most people when they started out…&nbsp; at least she hadn’t drooled on him or anything.&nbsp; Vincent decided that he’d have to take the comment as the truth,&nbsp; there was no reason for her to lie to him. “Alright,&nbsp; I gotcha…”&nbsp; He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.&nbsp; “Well… if it makes you feel any better for your first kiss you did pretty good…” He regretted saying it almost immediately…&nbsp; it sounded really shallow considering the situation.<br><br>Vincent decided to not press things any further, and just held the girl close,&nbsp; running a finger across her jaw line while the other rested gently on the small of her back. “Listen,&nbsp; we can just lay here and fall asleep.”&nbsp; He slowly pulled the blanket back over there bodies.&nbsp; <br><br>The young man felt even worse…&nbsp; he was taking advantage of a poor girl…&nbsp; a poor virgin girl.&nbsp; Fuck,&nbsp; damn it he had to get his mind out of the gutter.&nbsp; It wasn’t right…&nbsp; she didn’t deserve this sort of treatment did she.&nbsp; Yea, she had been a bitch to him in high school…&nbsp; but she didn’t deserve what he was about to do.&nbsp; <br><br>He was in so much pain…&nbsp; the dull throbbing ache was elevating into a sharp pain center on his balls,&nbsp; he needed to relieve this feeling welling up within him.&nbsp; Hell,&nbsp; a cold shower would have done wonders…&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 02:04:22</strong>
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				Though the low light might have been enough to show his facial expression if she had bothered to look, Vivienne was far to scared. In a rare moment she actually cared what Vincent thought about her. She didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath until he gave her a compliment. Still she was afraid to say thank you, even though it made her feel better, or apologize for kissing him in the first place. Just remembering the kiss caused her to shiver in his arms again. The blonde knew what she would be dreaming about to night. <br><br>“Sleeping would be good.” She whispered and snuggled against his chest. None of his friends would blame him for his mind being in the gutter with a blonde bombshell wrapped around his lean frame. And of course she didn’t help as she made herself comfortable. She found she needed the pressure of his leg against her crotch to ease the ache that throbbed across her hips. Of course this adjustment pushed and pulled on his leather pants and what was trapped beneath it. At least the pillow was available to him now, as she decided to at least use his body for that, but he was going to be reminded of those two pillows pressed between them until he managed to drift to sleep. She slid her hand over his flat abs to tuck it underneath his chin. <br><br>“Sweet dreams Vincent.” She said softly, finally feeling tired as the drama caught up with her. She really did feel safe in his arms and fell asleep with relative ease. Again things where not so simple for the singer/model. Almost the times he thought he would get comfortable, she would move: A shift in her hips that brought more of her tiny frame on top of his, her face rubbed into his chest as her hair tickled her nose, even that hand that was tucked up under her chin drifted down seemly lingering over his skin only to end up with her fingers tucked up under the hem of his pants… and she was still wearing her rings.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 03:13:44</strong>
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				The young man sighed contentedly, well half contentedly…&nbsp; the position was wonderful.&nbsp; The warmth and softness of her body pressing so close to his own, would have been one of the most soothing experiences in the world…&nbsp; if it was after a few rounds of sex.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; Vincent hadn’t been lucky enough to get anything…&nbsp; perhaps if he had pushed her just a bit more he could have had her,&nbsp; but that would have left him feeling like a horrible person for the rest of his life.&nbsp; Now though,&nbsp; he was left with a pounding erection and a set of balls that felt like they were being crushed in a vice.&nbsp; He needed relief… <br><br>Even in sleep she was tormenting him, driving his sex drive higher and higher!&nbsp; The poor young man was sweating,&nbsp; he had to focus to keep his body from shuddering.&nbsp; He closed his eyes…&nbsp; just trying to fall asleep&nbsp; but not only was he a night owl,&nbsp; but damn it…&nbsp; it was literally impossible for him to come close to getting comfortable.&nbsp; With his leg straight back it was putting tremendous pressure on him…&nbsp; &nbsp;Fuck.&nbsp; If he moved would she notice?&nbsp; More then likely…&nbsp; though she was a very sound sleeper.<br><br>He decided to risk it…&nbsp; he slowly untwined their bodies hoping against hope that she wouldn’t notice.&nbsp; Fortunately, she didn’t stir so he very quietly crept to the bathroom.&nbsp; Wishing that he knew which floor boards creaked and which didn’t.&nbsp; Once more he was lucky,&nbsp; and he very softly closed the door…&nbsp; there was no lock…&nbsp; Could he really do this with her being so close given that she could barge in?&nbsp; If he was going to sleep he had too…<br><br>The young man flicked on the light,&nbsp; and dropped those leather pants to the floor and took a seat on the toilette.&nbsp; He looked nervously too the door at that pulsing beet red erection…&nbsp; he wrapped one of his hands around that thick shaft and began to pump up and down.&nbsp; He let loose a soft gasp,&nbsp; doing his best to keep as silent as possible. Thanks to his peak of arousal,&nbsp; it was kind of difficult…&nbsp; but he managed only letting out tiny grunts of pleasure as he went about.&nbsp; He brought the other hand downward to softly caress his balls,&nbsp; as his dick began to&nbsp; ooze precum…&nbsp; and he used to help lube up each slide of that hand.&nbsp; All the while he envisioned the girl on her knee’s his manhood between her tits,&nbsp; kneading them up and down along his shaft as she licked his head.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 03:53:24</strong>
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				It wasn’t being moved that woke her up. Nor was it the sound of him pleasuring himself. It was the cold, the emptiness of not having his body against hers. Vivienne had a nightmare that she woke up and Vincent was not there. It caused her to reach out and feel the cool bed where she had expected a hard warm body. <br><br>Then she woke up to find him not there. Her heart started to pound and tears instantly streamed out of her baby blue eyes. For a moment her throat felt like it had a huge knot in her throat and couldn’t speak. As she slid off the bed she trembled and shook. How long did she sleep? Did someone come and take him.&nbsp; “Vincent?” She called out, fear obviously in her voice. Looking around the darkened room she couldn’t see any shape that would suggest he had decided to sleep somewhere else. “Vincent are you in there?” When she came to the door she knocked gently then her hand came to rest on the door knob. If he answered she would wait at the door ready to jump into his arms when he came out. If he did not answer she would open the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 02:08:51</strong>
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				The knock on the door, and the voice from the other side only seemed to push him further over the edge, she was right there…&nbsp; so close and all she’d have to do was turn the door knob and she’d see the image of his pleasuring himself, demeaning his body…&nbsp; while he thought about her.&nbsp; God, it was really fucken kinky he almost wished she would have opened the door.&nbsp; Almost,&nbsp; &nbsp;he’d never be able to live it down and considering he had no idea how long they might be together he didn’t want something like that hanging in the air between them.&nbsp; The word awkward didn’t explain it at all…<br><br>Using his fantastic vocal control,&nbsp; he regulated his voice…&nbsp; though there was just the slightest hint of the pleasure that he was inflicting upon himself barely registering behind it.&nbsp; “I’m… in here… I’ll be out in a moment.”&nbsp; His neck arched slightly,&nbsp; and he allowed his eyes to fall closed…&nbsp; he had to bite his tongue to stifle the groan that attempted to push its way through his lips.<br><br>He wouldn’t last long…&nbsp; and as he felt his orgasm begin to build he reached outward to grab a wad of toilette paper… pressed it to his head…&nbsp; and allowed his body to release its seed, he could feel the heat of his cum even through the fabric. allowing that wave of pleasure to crash over him as his cock pulsed away in his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>All the while…&nbsp; he thought about the girl sitting just on the other side off the door..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>02-03-2007, 03:15:42</strong>
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				Vivienne could feel every heart beat from the time she asked if he were in the bathroom. If he was in there she didn’t want to walk in on him. But she was curious as to what he looked like with out that trapping of leather. His chest had been more appealing than she could have imagined, but perhaps that was the light. It didn’t matter, even now it caused her temperature to rise and her core to pulse. <br><br>After the 10th heart beat she slowly began to turn the knob. She had the full rotation when she heard his voice. Immediately she let go and the knob righted itself with a loud click. Now her heart was beating hard for a different reason. Though she was too naive to even have a remote clue as to what he was doing behind that closed door, she knew that walking into that room usually meant one was removing some sort of clothing or another.&nbsp; Her mind recalled that frightening, yet oddly thrilling erection that had been pressed against her small body.<br><br>The blonde took a few steps back from the door and sat on the floor. She was so confused. Vincent was the last person on the earth that she should be attracted to. Regardless to what she wanted from life it was socially unacceptable in so many ways. The press would have a field day with that long fall from grace. Yet he made her body ache in such a sweet way. Even more importantly at this moment she was relieved that he was still here.<br><br>When the goth singer opened the door he would find a small and surprisingly athletic rich girl launched herself from the floor at his body. Regardless if he caught her, she would just wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tight, her breasts softly pushing into him and her dainty feet dangling above the floor.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MechanicalImpulses</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 17:44:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wrapped his arms around her without even thinking about it, and softly nuzzled his face against hers.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just the pleasure that was slowly subsiding that caused it,&nbsp; but feeling that little girl in his arms was enough to truly make him feel well,&nbsp; relaxed.&nbsp; He knew that he shouldn’t,&nbsp; he shouldn’t like Vivienne…&nbsp; but it seemed that, that little spark never completely fizzled out no matter how many times he had the shit kicked out of him for it.&nbsp; The young man could feel the softness of her body pressed against his own lithe muscular frame.&nbsp; <br><br>“Nice to see you too…”&nbsp; He whispers,&nbsp; running one of his fingers against her spine.&nbsp; “Sorry about that…&nbsp; I didn’t mean to worry you or anything.”&nbsp; Slowly he returned her to the ground and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Ya wanna head back to bed?”&nbsp; He absentmindedly leaned forward causing a few of those strands of black hair to hang in front of the young woman’s eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Science Project (GothicFires &amp; Mech)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 16:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It had to be the stress of being kidnapped and the worry of how her father was taking her being missing, because for a moment… a tiny moment… Vivienne felt as if Victor’s arms belonged wrapped around her body. She loved the feeling of his face rubbing against hers and his breath on her cheek. His voice and his caress of her back mixed together to continue the fire that was a slow burn in the base of her belly. The slow slide down his body didn’t help her uncertain feelings at all, but her feet back on the ground seemed to break the moment… at least part way.<br><br>“I… I just had a dream where I woke up and you were gone. I was in this place all by myself… Then I woke up and you were gone… I got scared.” She said quietly, explaining herself with a small stutter at the beginning. Though he might not be able to see it, she smiled as his hair tickled her nose and lifted her hand to tuck the stray strands behind his ear… her fingers lightly grazing his cheek as he did so. “I should probably go… … while I am here. Will you wait for me?”&nbsp; She couldn’t say the word pee, urinate or any other slang terms. Not that she would normally say them, but being in his personal space made it even more embarrassing and if she had not been to naïve to figure out what he had been doing on the other side of that door she would have opted to return to the bed.
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