The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Lingo on 10-05-2009, 16:03:22</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:03:22</strong>
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				Nichole dozed lightly on the couch of her cozy modern living room, a food magazine laid next to her small form, implying her sleep was accidental and she had been trying to stay awake as long as she could. It was somewhat cold in the apartment, and she actually had goosebumps on her arms from wearing a breezy short sleaved shirt and shorts. It was almost 2 am now, and for someone who went to bed at 10 oclock sharp, staying up had not been an easy task. She was tired of being a maid, a financial supporter, and girlfriend. "This is the last time he takes my keys, the last time he takes my money.." She had though defiantly only a few hours ago. The magazine was barely paid attention to; it kept her in a position considered uncomfortable as her thoughts occupied her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mastercain</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 12:32:51</strong>
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				Frank stared at the pink slip in his hand, the countless bottles of beer and shots arrayed across the bar not even catching his eyes. "12 years and bam... I'm not needed." He grabbed another half finished beer and chugged it down. Looking up at the bartender a grin smeared across his face. "Hey Sal, you know what I think of my boss?" Sal moved over to frank wiping a glass. "Nah, what do you think of em Frankie?" Frank's grin spreading he replied. "He's a fucking cocksucker." Laughing hard he pulled himself off the stool leaning against the bartop lest he fall on his ass. He fumbled around in his pocket. "What do I ow.. ow.. owe ya" Coughing loudly Frank sputtered out. "Looks like 212.00 Tonight Frank" Sal Replied "Shit...." Frank reached into his pants and pulling out his wallet and keys almost uncaring and threw them onto the bartop. "Just take what you want you damn bloodsucker." Stumbling for the door Frank burst out into street, greeted by the cool night breeze. He staggered towards the street leaning against the brick building. He appeared lost for a second before walking slowly leaning against the buildings and light posts along the way.<br><br>He leaned on the door to her house, breathing heavily his head spinning. "Shit... I did it again..." He spit on the stoop and laughed. "Well, at least I have a excuse to stay over now." Laughing some more he pulled himself up straight holding his head for a second. He turned towards the door, fumbling for the keys in his pants. "Where... Where are those damn things.." After a few minutes of searching his pants a trickle of sweat went down his neck. As he realized he didn't have them anymore. He snorted after a second, and began pounding on the door. "Open up! Its your Romeo, Juliet!" He cried, pounding on the door harder. "Come on open up babe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:54:52</strong>
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				Nichole almost fell off the narrow couch, looking for the nearest clock. It was 2 am. "Shit, fell asleep..." She cursed under her breath as she got up, smoothing down her shirt. <br><br>The pounded continued to go on, and Nichole scowled and walked towards the front door with fast angry steps. She opened the door and let it swing all the way back as she leaned on the door frame, her arms crossed against her chest.<br><br>"Funny, you told me you were going to be back here 3 hours ago." She said slowly, her eyes narrowing scornfully at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mastercain</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 22:09:34</strong>
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				"Hey!, is that anyway to talk to the man of your dreams?" smirking he pushed Nichole aside and staggered into the living room tripping over the low table in the middle and falling hard into the couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 03:41:12</strong>
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				She rolled her eyes and followe him, taking slow measured steps. "You're not the man of my dreams. You're a loafer who won't leave me alone. I want my keys, now." She said impaitently and bent down to his level and held out her hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mastercain</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 13:31:14</strong>
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				Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the pink slip and slapped it in her hand. "There, now don't help me up. I'm perfectly fine here." He said sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 21:25:14</strong>
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				She scanned over it, completely aggitated now. She stepped closer to him, her voice full of venom. "What the fuck is this?" She asked, holding the slip up to his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mastercain</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 01:02:01</strong>
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				Pulling himself up right Frank slapped her hand out of his face. "What do you think it is Nichole? Its my last paycheck. That cocksucker of a boss fired me. They said due to the recession they are making necessary cutbacks." Holding his head he sighed as the room began to spin around him suddenly. Pulling himself upright slowly he headed towards the kitchen to see if he could find another drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 23:45:50</strong>
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				She grabbed his arm and tugged him away from the kitchen. "You're not going anywhere, I want my keys. Now." She repeated, holding out a hand again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mastercain</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 03:14:17</strong>
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				His eyes flaring open as she tried to pull him back. He pushed her somewhat hard against the kitchen wall pressing himself up tightly against her her breasts rubbing against him. "Dammit.. I don't remember..." Staring into her eyes the feel of her body against him. His penis began to respond as some of the alcohol had worn off. A bulge in his pants growing pushing into her. "I... I can't remember right now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eviction (Mastercain and Lingogirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 02:18:47</strong>
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				She gasped as he smashed into her, his pulsing penis laid right on her intermost thigh and his whole body crushed her. "God damnit, don't tell me you lost my fucking keys, Frank!" She said furiously, struggling to push him off her. He was much too heavy. 
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