Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)
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				Title: <strong>Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:05:18</strong>
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				The Fallen Star tower was massive – tall and bright and windowed; it bespoke elegance and a certain wealthy sophistication that was cold, impervious to time and the flow of humanity. Inside the entry of the building, the service desk was occupied by a plastic bottle-blonde, too fake, too curvy and tone, to have been anything but purchased off the rack. Her eyes gleamed with hues of artificial pink as she welcomed guests in a high-pitched, anime-style voice. <br>Who in their right mind would find that attractive? This couldn’t be good.<br><br>It had gone out a few weeks ago: Darius Fallenstar, one of the wealthiest men in the nation was looking for a personal assistant. The call made it clear that he wanted more than that; traits like “attractive, fit, attentive, willing to relocate, no attachments, no questions asked” were mentioned in the brochure, along with a handsome six-figure salary contingent on a four year contract. Everyone knew what he wanted – arm candy and a whore – but no one said anything. <br><br>The elevator to the top of the tower was all glassed in so the occupants could see the world, see how it fell away and how powerless they were. Darius, it was said, had designed the tower to give that feeling, to make anyone who visited feel as though they were at his utter disposal.&nbsp; When the elevator dinged at the top floor, a private-feeling, circular room with a plush ankle-deep burgundy rug&nbsp; with the Falling Stars logo embroidered in it gave a welcoming, disaffecting feeling.<br><br><strong>You are safe</strong>, it seemed to say. Safe in the comforting arms of a man who knows how to be gentle, who can be soothing as well as demanding.<br><br>A redhead receptionist waited at this level, beside double doors leading to Darius’ private workspace. She, too, was as fake as money could buy. It was a warning, in a way. Stepping forward, auditioning for this role, was the same as selling your body for money, yet word was that many had tried – and failed – to catch the towers’ owner’s interest. He was a man of discerning tastes, or was just fishing, either way.<br><br>Past the receptionist – who did not even look up at the newest entrant – past those embossed sleek obsidian double doors, was a circular room with a panoramic view of the city below. Adorning the center of the office space was a concave desk, mahogany, that contrasted the ruby rug and the light shining in through the windows well. Darkness and light both had dominion here. <br><br>Standing behind the desk, looking out, was Darius Fallenstar. He turned, glancing at the doors as they opened and his majesty was revealed. Broodingly dark and handsome, well over six feet with Native American features – including long, silken black hair that framed high cheekbones well, he moved like a panther. His V-shaped torso was broad and deep, redolent with too much muscle to be easily hidden, above a tight waist. His legs were invisible behind his desktop. When he spoke to the new interviewee, his voice was the deep rumble of a V-12 engine, liquid and commanding. <strong>“Welcome. Please have a seat.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 02:43:13</strong>
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				Entering the cold, impersonal tower had taken all of Marie’s courage. She paid no attention to the décor of the building since she was trying to remember the answers she had prepared for this interview. Marie hesitated for a moment before entering the door to his office. This is my last chance to get out of this, she thought. She clenched her little suitcase tighter in her hand as she accepted this was her only option now. The salary and other incentives would allow Marie to have stability. The one thing her parents could never give to her as a child. She pulled the black glasses she had picked up from a local pharmacy and placed them on her face. Ignoring her mind’s screaming protest, she opened the door. <br><br>Now, she stood in front of the beast who was to be her boss if he accepted. Marie had decided it would be best to dress conservatively in black slacks that slightly hung to her hips and a white blouse. Around her neck she wore a silver cross hoping that God would somehow have mercy on her and deliver her from this job and her problems. Words from tabloids and rumors echoed through her mind as she lifted her eyes from the floor to meet the gaze of Darius Fallenstar. <br><br>His features were stunning. An artist would probably kiss the ground Darius walked on in order to paint his face into an immortal piece of art. Marie turned her thoughts from his appearance since she knew that the bad things always come in attractive packages. <br><br>The confidence and arrogance in his tone resonated with power but she refused to cower in front of him.&nbsp; More than likely, he was use to people going out their way to please him. Many women had probably come before her for this position, so she knew she had to make an excellent impression. Her pride would not allow her to portray the utter fakeness of the Barbies that she had passed on her way to his office. She would bet her life that the Barbies would bark if Darius told them to.&nbsp; “Good morning, Mr. Fallenstar,” she said smoothly as she walked across the floor to the designated seat his eyes directed her to. Marie was quite proud of herself for not falling flat on her face in the three inch heels. She had practiced her walk in the mirror for nearly three hours before falling asleep the night before. <br><br>Marie flashed him a dazzling smile before taking a seat. She placed her suitcase down on the tiled floors then placed her hands gently on her lap. She glanced at the astonishing view before returning her gaze to him, “This is quite the view you have.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 04:41:53</strong>
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				Darius watched the girl enter like a shark might eye a minnow. His tanned, dark face was placid, utterly void of any sort of signaling emotion as she sat. Not looking behind him, he frowned, slightly, lips turning downward. On his handsome face…the look of disapproval was heart wrenching; he emoted so visibly, so palpably, that it was all but impossible not to find ones’ self wrapped up in the impression of his feelings. <br><br><strong>“You know what I’ve requested, the requirements I’ve set aside and you come to me dressed like a librarian?” He arched one of those blue-black brows and unfolded his expressive, large hands, “Tell me why you thought that your appearance..” he gestured at her cloistered, Cross-wearing, clearly scared, form, “would tempt me in the least?” </strong><br><br>He wasn’t telling her to go. He was challenging her, testing her. This could mean the difference between getting to the next question…and being told to leave. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:32:41</strong>
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				The look on his face would make the sun set early. She decided it would be best to ignore his obvious temper. "Actually your description for this position was for an assistant. Does an assistance need to wear a skirt to do one's job?" she smiled at him innocently. "I never knew such a thing was required. Now will you ask me a serious question about perhaps my organization skills." Marie looks around the room allowing a look of disgust to grace her face.<br><br>"Or perhaps you would like to know my decoration skills. I'm sure your Barbie's outside gave you that type of information. Right" Marie knew that she was playing a dangerous game with a poisonous snake. Marie needed the money but she was not ready to sacrifice her dignity for it. She returned her eyes to his as she waited for him to do or say something. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:41:33</strong>
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				His face froze into angles as penetrating and unyielding as steel. He gestured out toward the receptionist with an offhand dismissive grace, “They distract my guests, make the corporate clients and competition who come to my office want. Tits and ass go a long way to make men think less about how much I’m screwing them and how much they want to screw.” He paused, letting his words sink in, then continued.<br><br>“The personal assistant position does not involve décor, nor does it involve organizational skills in the way that you suggest. It calls for someone to be perceived as my arm candy, my intelligent sex-doll – someone other men will want when I go to parties, receptions, even board meetings.” Again, the pause. He was the captain of this ship, and he wanted to make sure she understood the voyage she was showing interest in.<br><br>“Maintaining such an illusion calls for certain things, certain expectations, to be met. That includes clothing you wear in my service. Services you perform in public. Training, working, and living with me. Hence, the relocation – and hints of fucking – in the recruitment poster. Now, are you certain that you want this position?”<br><br>Perhaps this was not an arrangement that would suit her, after all. If so, he seemed determined to see her off as quickly as possible so he could move to the next appointment.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:55:03</strong>
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				Anger seemed to surround her as he swore at her. No one had spoken to her in such a way since she was a child. His dismissal of her seemed close. Bravery deserted her as she thought of those she had to help. She was kidding herself when she imagined that perhaps she could sway his mind away from the personal candy to an actual assistant. Tears stung at her eyes but she blinked them away as she looked up at him.<br><br>"I can become prettier when dressed in the right clothes. I am smarter than the girls who decorate your hallways. I have been going through training lessons my entire life and so far I have yet to fail. Living with you will be a change for me but it can be no worse than where I am today. So yes Mr. Fallenstar, I not only want your position but I need it," her voice remained calm despite the pounding of her heart against her chest. "If you choose to employ me, you will not regret your decision" Marie bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything more that could possibly worsen her chances at being hired. She looked down at her hands in her lap feeling more tired than anything. Marie was beyond stressed and Mr. Fallenstar was not helping with that at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:04:08</strong>
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				Darius looked at the girl with a certain level of malevolent cruelty in those unyielding Native American eyes, “I see no reason to hire you. You have neither confidence nor grace. Audacity in plenty, yes. Spine does not make perky breasts, nor does it make something that I can use.” He glanced out the window, then back at her face, tone softening.<br><br>“Still, I am not a cruel man and I recognize that you need this position, so I will give you one more chance. Leave. Return tomorrow. See if you can mix…” he gestured at her, “secretary with arm candy. Culture and blowjob-in-a-can. If you can do this, I will hire you on a temporary basis.” <br><br>He moved back to his seat, flipping his laptop up. Not looking at her, he added, “Crying doesn’t add to your attractiveness. Assertiveness is far more challenging to men in power than tears, even if some consider them good lube. I do not. You may leave.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 06:29:55</strong>
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				Utter shock came over her face as she listen to his words. She shook her head slowly wondering if this was some type of nightmare that she was trapped in. The coldness of the leather against her arm snapped her back to reality. With the little dignity she had left, she rose up from her seat and picked up her suitcase. She was not sure how she managed to utter good day to him as she left his room. <br><br>When she finally made it outside to her car, she sat there for 15 minutes just crying. Wiping her tears from her face, she then pulled away from the prison complex to make the hour drive to her little apartment. Marie knew that she needed this job more than Darius needed to give it to her. He would probably make someone wipe his ass just to amuse him, she thought as she opened the door to her apartment. Marie plopped down on her couch as she tried to think of other options than basically selling her life away to the devil. Angrily, Marie ripped the cross from her neck and threw it across the room in frustration. <br><br>Marie grabbed her phone next to the couch and decided to call mother. The phone only rang three times before a cheerful voice answered on the other end. "Hola, mother. How is your day going so far?" Marie made her voice sound light to get her mother to talk. Her mother's voice always had a calming effect on Marie whenever she was distressed. "I'm doing fine. Just trying to get this this nasty couch to go away. It seems like it gets worse in the morning but it's nothing a bit of tea won't help," Marie's mother replied. Marie did not like the sound of her mother's cough at all. It sound like mother had spent the night in the attic from the sound of her cough. <br><br>Marie and her mother talked for approximately twenty minutes before her mother had to go make herself some tea. Marie placed the phone back on the receiver as she rose up to go look in her closet. I don't even think I own a slutty outfit, she thought as she browsed through her clothes. Marie decided to go shopping with the little money she had left to find something that would hopefully insure her a job. The day passed quickly before she once again laid down in her bed wondering if tomorrow would be the first day of her new job. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:26:15</strong>
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				After the girl left, Darius began as basic investigation of her. He’d enjoyed her fire, if not her silly optimistic attitude about the nature of the world. What, had she been raised on Disney movies and fairy tales? After a few calls he found out about her mother’s illness and about her current financial situation. <br><br>It wouldn’t do for her to go shopping (as he found out she was from one of his men who just happened to be checking up on her – aka Following her) and not be able to afford the variety of clothes he’d suggested that she attempt. <br><br>As Marie was shopping a plain-looking man in a brown coat wandered over to her with a thick wallet in hand. He pressed it to her and explained, “Mr. Fallenstar wants you to know that he doesn’t consider you cheap. Or a low-class whore.” Without another word, the man wandered off, leaving her with a thick stack of hundred dollar bills. Enough for clothes, and help for her mother both. A small percentage of the potential money she could make by living with the evil, evil, man.<br><br>In a way, Darius realized, helping her in this was unfair; he was only ensuring that she’d throw her life away in his depraved services. Then again, part of him really liked the idea.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:47:26</strong>
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				Marie woke up in the morning feeling rather refreshed until Darius’s image appeared in her head. She had to rush out of her room to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. Yesterday, while shopping she had received some money from one of Darius’s evil henchman. At first Marie did not want to spend what she had not worked for but then she thought of her mother and her lack of funds so she tucked the money deep down in her pockets. <br><br>Marie took a hot shower in attempt get the water to sink down and cleanser her soul but only her skin became clean. Yesterday, she had picked up a lovely dress that would make all who know her take a double look since she had never in her life wore something as daring and beautiful. Marie took the time to lotion every ounce of her body with a delicate lotion that filled her with happy thoughts. More than likely she will need every bit of happiness she could get when in his office again. Marie decided not to straighten her hair since she felt curls had a more sensual appeal to them. <br>Marie pulled the dress on slowly then rolled her stockings up her legs. Looking over at the clock, she quickens her pace as she put on her shoes. She forgot to pick up her fake glasses as she rushed out the door. <br><br>After a hour of driving, she arrived at his tower. Marie passed the Barbies, security, and businessman without a glance in their direction. Her mind was focused on a goal. She paused as she approached the massive door that separated them from each other again. Sighing softly, she knocked at the door before entering. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:10:34</strong>
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				Darius stood in a t-shirt and khaki pants today, looking casual with his hand on his cellular phone pressed against his ear. The t-shirt was tight across his broad shoulders and flat over his stomach, clearly tailored to emphasize just how narrow his waist was and hint at the rippling musculature of his washboard abdomen. He gestured for her to enter once the doors opened (which they did of their own accord at her first knock) and resumed speaking.<br><br>“Yes, the party sounds fine.” He glanced over at her, looked her up and down once, “Yes, I have a date. No, she’s not one you can buy off me to fuck later. Yes, I’m serious. This is a keeper. I’ve hired her to be my personal assistant. No, that doesn’t mean I’ll ask fifty-percent more for you to fuck her ass. She’s all mine.” He huffed into the phone, “Look bro, buying my women off me was cute, but now I’m serious business. How serious? Serious enough to want your shares…” The conversation ended shortly after that, with Darius clicking the phone closed.<br><br>He turned, looking at the frightful, but beautiful woman and arched a brow, before flicking two cards across the desk toward her. One card had a number on it and was silvery. “The movers. Call them, give them your address and authorization. You’ll be moved into my mansion immediately.” The second card had an address. “A tailor. You’ll need appropriate outfits for everything from dancing, to costume balls, to sleep-ware parties, to physical training. All alluring, of course. I can’t have an assistant who isn’t trying to get my dick. Your expense account his fifty grand for clothes.” He looked her over, eyeing her sparse cleavage, “I trust you know how to make a man want you, yes? Good.”<br><br>He didn’t wait for her to speak. “We have a party to attend tonight, which gives you twelve hours to acclimate yourself to being my personal assistant. First and foremost, we’re going to go have lunch. Are you hungry?” His smile was…lecherous, a leering promise that he might very well mean more than hungry for food.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:44:44</strong>
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				Darius did not have to try very hard to shock her. A wave of relief came over Marie as she realized she was not to be passed around to his business associates. That relief quickly disappeared as he went on to insult her physical appearance. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts from his prying eyes. I wonder if he does this intentionally just to see my reaction, Marie thought as she moved forward to pick up the cards he had tossed on his desk. <br><br>Marie took mental notes of all the things he wanted her to to do so that it would not slip from her mind. Even if she was not technically an normal assistant should could at least perform her regular duties from him well. Marie did not bother to answer his question of her knowledge of making men desire her because it seemed like a rhetorical question. <br><br>The word party scared her more than Darius did. More than likely all of his enemies would swarm on her like vultures to scent of a fresh kill. Marie knew that even women could be treacherous in the upper classes of society. Darius would be the only one she could depend on. That thought almost made her sick.<br><br>When Darius spoke of getting lunch, Marie realized that she was quite hungry since she skipped breakfast to make sure she was on time for him. It was not until she saw the expression on his face that she realized she was not that hungry after all. "Yes, Mr. Fallenstar. I am quite famished," she said as she leaned her frame slightly on his desk. "What would you like to eat?" Marie had decided not to call him by his first name unless others were present in front of them to keep him at a distance from her. It was one thing she probably could control without him noticing. <br><br>Marie decided that now would be the best time to wrestle an answer from him before he became busy. "Mr. Fallenstar, if you don't mind me asking? How far is your mansion from the city?" Marie bit her lip since she knew he would have some type of rude answer for her simple question. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 08:56:59</strong>
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				Darius looked at her curiously. “About a thirty minute drive. Why? Are you worried about your mother?” He canted his head to the side, studying her, studying the expressions on her face. There were far easier jobs for her to take on than this – and he’d given her opportunities to back out. Now, he decided, he wouldn’t bother trying to scare her away, he’d just reel her in like a hooked fish.<br><br>Moving around his desk, Darius extended a hand, callused and large and warm, capable of delivering incredible violence or affection. In that deep, panty-soaking voice of his, he murmured, “Come, let’s go get lunch. We can discuss your mother too, if you’d like to negotiate something further for her.” Yeah, negotiate selling more of her soul away, probably. But he didn’t hide the fact that he was the devil.<br><br>Handsome, and corruptive. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:12:07</strong>
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				When Darius mentioned her mother as soon as she questioned the distance of his mansion, she could barely contain her rage. "Mr. Fallenstar, whatever business relationship you and I have will not involve my mother. She is my concern not yours," Marie's voice did not raise above her normal tone of voice. Marie would die of shame if her mother ever found out about this new job. The unspoken feelings lingered in the air as Marie moved away from his desk to place his cards in her purse. She shook her hand in slight annoyance, "If you wanted to know something about my history, it might have saved you money and time to just ask me." <br><br>She looked at Darius then his hand when he extended it to her. How could Darius show power and control while still keeping all of his feelings in check? Marie was slightly curious to figure out who was the man behind the mask. Her thoughts extinguished her anger towards him as she moved to place her hand in his. Marie gasped in pain as she felt and electric shock sting her hand when her skin touched his hand. Marie attempted to hide her horror as she laid her hand back in his. Perhaps... he really was the devil, she thought. Marie did not feel as if she would need to dig herself deeper into a hole with Darius, yet the prospect of getting her mother immediately out of her old neighborhood peaked her interest.<br><br>Lunch. Marie could only imagine what type of lunch Darius had planned. She laughed softly to herself as she pictured on the Barbies on a platter with an apple in their mouth. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:55:40</strong>
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				Darius large, callused, hand fit around hers comfortably. He ignored her statement, her snapping words, and gently led her to the elevator. His sandalwood scent filled the space, pressing inward on her, crawling across her skin, invading the space between her thighs and within her chest. Five floors down, the doors dinged again, revealing a large spa-like area with, of all things, a pool. A table was setup next to the pool and a petite, pretty little girl was waiting with two menus on her arm.<br><br>Leading the way, Darius went so far as to pull Marie’s chair out and under her, before taking his seat across from her. The table was small, the space intimate enough to touch, but just far enough to give the hint of propriety. He lifted the menu – it had a delicious selection of the richest, most delicious foods and aphrodisiacs from around the world – and commented, “Order what you like.”<br><br>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTiQVF2G-NQNzegUVuRwV5JYxlYy8-rH9wg63HC_4PqcPIKUSt0)
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 17:23:04</strong>
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				The elevator ride was a bit torturous for her. Darius held her small hand in his which prevented her from putting some space between them. His scent was divine. She was tempted to lift her head up to his neck to inhaled him more but then she remember who the scent belong to. Marie grumbled to herself as she made a sound of relief when the elevator doors opened.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes narrowed when she saw the pool and the table by each other. Surprisingly, the room did not have the same dark allure as his office. She did not have time to speak since he began to led her deeper into the room. Marie smiled at the lovely woman who was to be their server before turning her attention to Darius pulling out her chair. She almost felt a smile come across her face when she realized that the devil had some manners.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you, Mr. Fallenstar," Marie said before she sat down gracefully in her chair while moving it forward slightly. Marie's legs situated close together as she moved her feet under her chair slightly to avoid accidentally touching Darius. She picked up the menu the woman had place on the table while allowing her gaze to look at each item. <br><br>Marie did not think this was the right time to partake in wine especially since it did not take much to make her light headed. "I believe I will start with a glass of pomegranate juice," Marie said as she gazed at the menu still trying to decide. She raised her gaze from her menu slightly to look over at Darius while he stared at his menu. She studied his face for a bit noticing his strong features. His hair looked as if it would be soft in between her fingers. Marie cleared her hands of such thoughts before saying, "Mr. Fallenstar, perhaps you should order for the both of us." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 02:44:46</strong>
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				Darius looked at Maria as she studied the menu, clearly amused by her recalcitrance and interest; she wasn’t his normal first choice. She didn’t sway when she walked, didn’t flash cleavage when she leaned, didn’t dimple when she smiled – then again, she was not fake in the way that women he surrounded himself with often were, a trait that he found most attractive. Even if he’d have to train her to be more than a simple librarian or secretary, or whatever it was she’d experienced prior to selling herself to him.<br><br>Hell, she still sat so they did not touch. Avoiding contact was a sign of stubbornness that he found both invigorating and disgusting. More than a small part of him wanted to see her kneel at his feet, to make her beg. Perhaps it was precisely that desire that kept him from forcing her, from making her choose to be his whore…or leave. <br><br>His thoughts were unassailable, invisible on his bronzed features. “The lady will have the chicken parmesan with a Caesar Salad and I will have tea with the chicken and shrimp with the spices on the same, no salad – a bowl of pineapple on the side.” The serving woman blushed slightly at the last, as though she knew why Darius wanted that. She nodded, said her thanks and left, leaving the two of them alone.<br><br>Darius addressed Maria then, frankly, boldly, “Tell me, do you exercise? Can you swim?” He glanced over at the pool, then back at her as tough he was considering an immediate dip in the pool.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 03:50:00</strong>
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				<em>Chicken parmesan did sound delicious.</em> Marie thought as she gave her menu to the serving girl. The maid’s reaction to Darius’s request did not go unnoticed by Marie but she hid her reaction from his prying eyes. What trick he had up his sleeve? Marie knew that she would have to keep him interested in her to keep her job but Marie still believe she could outwit him. <br><br>Marie flashed him a smile and held her laughter inside when he boldly asked her about her exercise routine.&nbsp; She could only imagine how he behaved as a child. “I use to jog in the morning but school work began to take up my time. If you count walking to class and climbing stairs exercise then yes I do,” Marie glanced over at the pool while thinking of an answer to his second question. “I do not know how to swim very well, Mr. Fallenstar. I usually stay on the side with the least amount of water.”&nbsp; Marie did not mention that she almost drowned as a child when she foolishly tried to complete a dare from her friends. <br><br>Click..Click. The clicking of the serving girl’s heels approaching. Marie made sure to thank her for bringing her drink before talking a small sip. Marie forgot her surroundings as she lifted the glass to her lips. A soft sound of approval came from her mouth as she thought this was the best pomegranate juice she had ever taste. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:00:52</strong>
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				“As my assistant, you will join me in a strict workout routine that includes jogging and weight training as well as martial arts classes and ballroom dancing. If you don’t know how to rise horses, you will also be taught. Swimming is negotiable, as long as you can sunbathe enough to look good in a bikini.” He said the words curtly - not with an air of wanting to hurt her, but with a forward evenness that indicated how unafraid of being blunt he was.<br><br>Lifting his glass of tea and taking a long, deep, gulp, he looked at her over the rim, seeing the subtle changes of expression across her face. Interest, fear, intimidation and disgust. What an odd creature she was. <br><br>Moments later the food arrived – steaming, piping hot, and both visually and aromatically appealing. Setting his hands on either side of his plate, Darius closed his eyes and appeared to be, as unlikely as it sounds, praying.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie was not too thrilled about working out with him. If he was this bossy with giving her instructions, then he would probably put a whip to her butt to make her jog faster. The word horse grabbed her interest though. She had never really been up close and personally with horses except at fairs. “I don’t mind swimming, Mr. Fallenstar. You should just remember that my swimming skill probably not like yours,” Marie said while moving her feet a bit since she felt a bit more comfortable. <br><br>Marie arched one eyebrow as she saw Darius begin the traditional motion of starting to pray. Confusion swirled around her as she wondered how he could bring himself to pray. Marie decided to respect his prayer even if he did seem to be a ruthless man. She and closed her eyes allowing her own prayer to flow through her mind. The smells from the chicken nearly made Marie’s stomach growl for her to quicken the pace of eating. The first bite in her mouth tasted divine. Marie could go hug the chef for preparing the delicious meal. <br><br><br>Thankfully, the meal would provide a wall to stop him from drilling her with questions and demands. After few minutes of silence, Marie finished chewing her piece of food before asking, “What type of party are we attending tonight<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:13:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Tonight will be an informal party. My brother will be there. There will be arm candy, and some prostitute swapping – everyone at these parties tries to out do one another by re-selling their whores for more than they pay to get them – or giving them away as gifts. It’s an easy way to make a good deal in the next negotiation cycle, or to gather a bit of precious information for relatively cheap, if you bring the right girl.”<br><br>Darius looked at her as he took a bite of food, “I’m changing the game with you. Saying that I’m off the table – unsellable and not looking to share or be sold to. It’s the equivalent of hard ball and will make the men want you even more.” He smiled devilishly, “Just the way I like it.” <br><br>After he finished his meal and the waitress took it away – and her plate too – leaving them in peace, Darius asked, blunt and hard, “Are you a virgin?” He watched her response, gauging that as well as the words she said. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing this information would be helpful tonight, Marie listened closely while watching his facial expressions. From the look on his face, tonight would be an interesting event. She would be fresh, untouchable meat in a room full of scavengers. <br><br>Marie was thinking of what the other girls might wear to the event and frowned in disgust. More than likely there will be breast and butts hanging out at every corner. Marie was snapped away from her thoughts when Darius questioned her virginity. At that question, Marie finally laughed loudly.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughter had lighten her spirit so she decided to indulge him. "Maybe I should have had a little wine if your questions are going to go in that direction. No, Mr. Fallenstar. I am not a virgin but I do not go around having sex with men I barely know," Marie decided to be honest with him since more than likely he would eventually ask. "I just have not had time to develop a relationship with someone that would lead to sex." Marie smiled playfully at him, "Any other questions of that type while we are on the topic."<br><br>Marie rose up from the table suddenly since she had not forgot about that look on the maid's face when Darius ordered pineapples. "Well Mr. Fallenstar, thank you for allowing me to partake in this meal with you but sadly I really must go do your assigned task. The moving...and preparing for this party."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius growled and flowed to his feet, all muscle and power. In an instant he was standing across the table and…in the next he was against her, pelvis against her hip, the outline of his impressive need warm and semi-hard against her thigh. His hand wound around her arm and he pushed her toward the table, forcing her forward, bending her over the surface as inexorably as time. He was strong, so very strong, and hot and hard…<br><br>One hand moved down, cupping her ass with enough force that his fingers dimpled the cloth between her thighs and against her core. He squeezed hard, forcefully, almost painfully, and leaned down, breath hot in her ear, exhaling in a low, chillingly threatening voice, “You ask permission to leave. You are mine, now. Is that fucking clear?” His grip on her arm shifted to the back of her neck and tightened, keeping her in place, forbidding any movement. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:33:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie knew she was in trouble, when she heard him growl. The sound made her cringe as she knew that her plan had not only backfired on her but pushed him over the brink as well. Marie barely had time to react to protect herself defensively from his body crowding hers. <br><br>She could not believe he would do this in a place where anyone could enter. Marie held in a sound of pain and disgust as he groped on her like an animal. Marie began to fight against his hold but stopped moving immediately when she felt his hard member against her. "Mr. Fallenstar, you did not tell me that you wanted me to ask your permission for simple task such as leaving you to go do other things. Now that I know, you can release me since we both know that my librarian clothes and nice personality disgusts you," Marie said patiently and calmly. The only thing that prevented her from yelling at him was the fact that it would cause people to come into the room. Darius, more than likely, would not release her even with others present. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 08:57:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He replied to her calm tone with one of his own, “Well, I’m glad you can be reasonable about this, then.” His hand shifted lower, beneath the hem of her too-long skirt and he cursed, “We’re really going to have to re-wardrobe you as quickly as possible…two inches shorter than this – high mid thigh is the lowest you are allowed. Is that clear?” Without waiting for an answer he slipped his hand beneath her skirt and across her panty-clad sex. His tough was firm, but not harsh, as he cupped her covered sex directly, fingers sandwiching her labia around her clit …and squeezed. “Is that clear?” He asked again, voice deepening with desire that she could feel through her hip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:06:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie could not suppress the moan that came from her lips when she felt his hand squeezed against her clit. She tried to turn her thoughts away from the feeling and more on the person doing it. "I understand! Mr. Fallenstar...now please release me. I cannot change my clothes if you won't let me go visit the tailor," Marie made an attempt to push him off of her but all that did was push her onto his hard crouch. Groaning in frustration, Marie moved her hand to over his and pulled his hand away from her body. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:30:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her attempt to stand only made him tighten his hand. For a moment, one finger threatened to push inside her, to force her panties into her tight confines…but…finally, he relented. “Shorter skirt tonight. I want an easier time reaching your cunt when, and if, I want it.” With that, he made her watch him sniff and lick his finger tips clean of her hinted moisture and simply…walked out on her.<br><br>“You have seven hours left. Make them count. I want to be impressed again.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:50:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie collapsed on the chair beside her as she fought to stop herself from trembling. She felt confused and made at herself for her confusing thoughts. One moment she was disgusted to be in the same room with him while the next she was getting wet from his rough treatment of her. She readjusted her shirt and dress before she walked out of the building. <br><br>Time to go shopping before the big debut. Marie spent the most time in the shopping center than she had ever done in her life trying to find something that would satisfy Darius and these associates of his. Finally Marie found the perfect&nbsp; dress that looked delicously stunning on her when she tried it on. <em>Who are you?</em> She thought to herself as gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Before Elizabeth went home to get ready, she visited her mother really quickly to make sure she was fine. <br><br>Back in her apartment, she took a steaming shower while washing her hair at the same time. Marie dried her body off then put on a dab of perfume behind her ears. Marie pulled out the pair of black thongs she had purchased for today. <em>So uncomfortable...</em>She slipped into her dress and combed out her hair. Marie examined the final product in the mirror. The dress was midnight blue that stopped mid thigh just as Darius demanded. The sleeves of the dress stopped at her forearm but the sleeves had decor in them that showed off ringlets of her skin. She made sure to put on a black lace push up bra since Darius had complain about them earlier. For the final touch, Marie put on her shoes with a thin, high heel. <br><br>Looking in the mirror, one last time she left out the apartment without looking back. The night was lovely since it was not too hot nor cold when she stepped out her apartment. The traffic back towards Darius's tower was not even backed up as she glided down the highway. In her car, Marie decided it would probably be wise to call Darius to see where he wanted to meet up before the party. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 12:51:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius allowed her time to dress and prepare herself and did much the same. His gym time was precious to him, as was the time he spent attending to hundreds of little tasks he was far too anal to allow anyone else to oversee; the man was a specimen of perfect and precisely controlled precision. It was no wonder that he’d evolved the attitude and tastes that he had. <br><br>He came out of his personal room in a light blue suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and matching pin stripe pants, just in time to meet the group of movers – a dozen men to fit the girl’s things in a suit of rooms just across from his own. He nodded to the men perfunctorily, even as he caught murmurs of how lucky he was to be banging this new “leggy” “classy” “dame.” Who says dame anymore? One of the movers, that’s who.<br><br>Striding to the elevator over an hour or so before the due time for the party – Darius buzzed for Maria and announced that he’d be going down to the first level of the tower. There was a small bar there, where he’d be waiting for her to arrive, once all of her preparations were done and to take her time making everything "meet his standards." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 17:37:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie parked in a lot close to the tower and quickly walked over. She felt the stares of not only men on her but also women. Once in the tower Marie say a friendly looking security guard. “Hello sir, would you please point me in the right direction? I’m looking for the bar that is on this level,” Marie flashed him a quick smile. The guard did not reply since he was too busy staring at her cleavage. “Sir!” Marie snapped. She lifted her hand as the urge to slap his face came over her. The guard noticed her hand and apologized. He attempted to remedy the situation but Marie would not hear of it. “Never mind, I will find it on my own.” Mari marched causing her heels to make a furious sound. After wandering around the first floor for about ten minutes, she came to a room that had the lights slight dimmed. Calm music flowed to her ears, and immediately calmed her attitude. Everyone in the bar was off in a corner to themselves having soft conversations to not bring attention to themselves. <br><br>She stepped into the bar hesitantly while looking around the room for the one familiar face she knew. Marie would love to hide in a corner as well to avoid those in the bar that were looking at her lustfully. Marie already had to deal with the attentions of one man and for her that was enough. She strolled over to a sit by the bar and sat down gracefully. An older man came over and smiled at her, “Can I get something for you, young lady?” Marie thought for a moment and decided tonight was one of those nights where a drink would be required. “May, I have an Apple martini please,” Marie smiled back at him since the older man looked at her face and not her breast. <br><br>While waiting for her drink, Marie felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around expecting it to be her demon, but instead it was a young man who looked as if her was in his twenties. “Well, aren’t you a hot piece of ass,” he slurred close to her ear. Great, Marie thought. Now she had to deal with a drunk while Darius nowhere in sight. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 02:45:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius owned the bar as he did the tower, and allowed itinerant businessmen and their friends to use it – deeply discounted – in order to provide liquid to the moving parts of the industry. He’d been there more than an hour early, taking his customary seat just beyond the view of anyone who wasn’t familiar with the layout of the bar and simply watched the comings and goings of the people. It was pleasant – to him – to watch, unobserved, to see how people interacted, to anticipate the sorts of bargains, both in and out of beds, people were trying to make with alcohol on their side.<br><br>A double edged sword. <br><br>When his new personal assistant came in, dressed much more appropriately, he waited to see how she would handle herself. Shy, but without slumping – jumping at every glance like a rabbit. Part of him relished her innocence and was intrigued at the thought of ripping it away slowly. So very slowly. The idea of making her take the young bravo at her shoulder into the bathroom for a lick and a nip tempted him…but no. That was something for one of the many whores who lavished him with broken attentions. Not his assistant.<br><br>Standing, rounding the corner, the bronzed Adonis approached the amorous, drunk, young man and cleared his throat. “She is mine, Adam.” The young man blinked and shifted away with sudden eagerness. More than political fear shone in his eyes. Darius was, after all, a massively built man who moved like he knew how to handle himself.<br><br>Sitting next to her at the bar, Darius ordered something involving Kraken Rum and Coke Zero. Both of their drinks arrived almost simultaneously. Darius turned to her, murmuring, “You did well. I am pleased. Your belongings have been moved. This is your new address….so cheers.” He held up his tall glass and offered her a celebratory clink. The glasses were all tall here, grotesquely generous with the alcohol too. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 05:26:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well...,” Marie lifted the glass and took a sip of her drink. “I never thought I would be delighted to see your face.” She smiled at him as she placed her glass down. Her grey eyes took his image in feeling a small inch of desire course through her body. Darius had an aura of power that was hard to ignore. Marie did not doubt for one second that Darius would have pummeled the young drunk if he said one word out of line. His scent washed over her like light mist in the early morning. “You know…there are going to be a lot of women at this event. How are other business man going to know that I am yours,” Marie said the word yours sarcastically since she found the very idea hysterical. Marie took a bigger gulp of her drink since she knew she would need to be at least a bit tipsy in order to pull off this event without dying of embarrassment. “I should probably have on some type of collar to let others know,” Marie joked. She looked over at Darius to make sure he understood it was a joke. <br><br>Feeling the effects a bit since she was not use to drinking Marie moved over a bit closer to Darius, “You know, you’re not that repulsive when you do not speak,” Marie smiled at him to let him not she was playing. Feeling strangely excited and nervous, Marie started to rise from her seat then sat back down abruptly, “Oh yes, I almost forgot. May we leave now, Mr. Fallenstar,” a seductive smile painted her lips. “Or are you the type of man that likes to appear late to the party.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 05:48:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius chuckled at the swift change of his assistant’s demeanor given a little alcohol and made a note for it. At her comment about a collar, his dark brow arched and he laughed softly. “In my car, I happen to have a silk choker with my emblem on it. I think it’ll do just fine – somewhere between collar and classy. A good reminder that you are, in fact mine. I hadn’t thought of bringing something leather. Perhaps next time?” His hand shifted across the space between them and wound around her hip.<br><br>“Yes, I suspect that we will arrive late,” He glanced out to the doors leading to the elevator and then back to Maria. “Shall we take a ride?” His lips quirked playfully, teasingly; it wasn’t clear whether he intended to take her up on it…or not. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:25:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie scoffed at Darius as he mentioned the collar. The collar did not offend Marie as much as should have. She was actually curious to see how it would look around her neck. Marie ran her hands through her head as she laughed softly. The liquor must be going to her head. <br><br>His hand around her hip made her feel slightly protected. None of the man in the bar had even looked at her after he came and sat by her. Is he really that powerful? Marie thought as she stared up at him. Thoughts assaulted her mind as she followed his decision to lead. Marie hoped he did not misunderstand her intentions when she asked him if he wanted to appear late at the party. She just figured that by going late all eyes would be on Darius since he seemed to enjoy exercising his power.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 06:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once they made it into the elevator, Darius pressed the button to close the glass doors, then did something odd – he pressed the two and three numbers simultaneously. The glass tunnel lifted a few feet until it was between floors. Out of view, but exposed to the darkness of the world outside all the same. Hints of lighting might show the interior, but only vaguely – the ultimate exhibitionist room. <br><br>Turning to his assistant, Darius pressed forward, pushing her against the glass, hands on her hips. His voice was a growled threat, a deep promise, “You will have my seed oozing out of you by the time we start dancing tonight,” and, sure enough, one hand moved down her stomach, played across her bare thighs and began to creep upward toward her core yet again. <br><br>His smell was everywhere, his body so very strong, so urgently starving; intoxicating and horrifying, no doubt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:33:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie was listening to the boring elevator music when she saw Darius press an assortment of numbers. "Hey, you are not.." Marie trailed off as the elevator continued to move then stopped. She was trapped in an elevator with a beast. <br><br>Her hands moved upward in an attempt to fend him off as he pushed her against the glass. Marie's dress rose up her thighs to expose more of her flesh. She resisted the urge to tug it down because it would only pull his eyes to them. The sudden movement made her stomach lurch as she moved her hands down on top of his. "I do not think that is a good idea, Mr. Fallenstar. In fact, I rather have the collar around my neck," she whispered as she stared at his face. Marie could not stop her body from beginning to tremble as she was left at the mercy of a ruthless beast. "Besides...do you not want me on some type of pill to make sure that I do not have your child," Marie tried to appeal to his logical sense. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:35:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius leaned close, pressed his lips against her throat. His flesh was soft, supple, and spread warmth and moisture and fire over her ear. “They make one for men, now.” His chuckle was dark and wicked as his hand glided higher, across her thong. One long finger hooked across her panties and, with an effortless motion, tugged the fabric away, tearing it from her hips. He pulled the remaining cloth away, tossing it to the floor of the elevator and moved his hand back between her thighs. <br><br>“We can replace those..after. I have spares in the car,” His hand found her core, cupped her labia, pressed her lips against her clit…and one finger began circling her entrance, taint, and ass in a serpentine motion. This was going to happen, whether she liked it or not.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:48:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie did not bother to fight him off since this would be a part of her new job. She was just happy that his face was against her neck so he could not see the desire that flamed her eyes. Although by now Darius would probably know that she did want him. As much as Marie tried she could not prevent her body from responding to him. Slick wetness greeted his fingers as he began to manipulate her clit. A soft moan slipped pass her lips as she moved her hands to rest at his shoulders. <br><br>In a split second, Marie decided that if she was going to be fucked then she might as well enjoy it. More than likely, Darius planned to. She rationalized her decision by thinking that just because she has intercourse with him does not mean she has to like him. Smiling to herself, Marie nuzzle her face closer to his neck to inhale his scent before biting his neck gently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 08:53:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius’ hands shifted to the bottom of her dress, pulling it up, over her hips. He did not wait, did not offer foreplay, or any more teasing. In another setting the man might have drawn it out, tied her up, or committed any number of more prolonged or long-winded assaults on his poor new assistant’s nubile body. But this was neither the time, nor the place.<br><br>He guided her hand to the front of his pants and demanded, voice low, “Take me out of my pants. Now.” She could feel his generous, wrist-thick need tenting his pants, bold and eager to make her his. His lips rolled over her neck and he exhaled before biting, hard. It did not matter if he left any marks; she’d wear a collar that said she was his as surely as if he hadn’t.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:06:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie's hand trembled slightly as she moved her hand lower to unzip his pants. Ignoring the sharp pain of his teeth on her neck, she moved her hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his penis. "Oh God..." she moaned as she felt the immense size of him in her hand. She stroked him up and down as she pulled him out his pants. <br><br>Marie could only hope that she would be able to contain her moans so that no one will hear a random scream. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius seems to not care if anyone hears, if anyone sees, if anyone knows. Bold, brash, he moves his hand down between them and helps her guide him to the proper spot before settling his hand back on her hips, her bare ass pressed against the glass hard enough that it is certain to leave cute little ass-cheek marks for the cleaning crew to worry about. Once the head of his cock dimpled her entrance, he broke his kiss of her neck, locked eyes with her, and arched forward, skewering her in a single stroke.<br><br>Instantly, she was full of him, so full that his instroke – despite the position – ground against her g-spot and his pelvis rubbed her clit. Moaning, he didn’t wait for her to adjust – he began fucking her, withdrawing and slamming into her hard enough to bounce her slightly off his dick. His heavy balls slapped across her ass as he moaned, growling out how much he loved her hot pussy – lewd and lascivious, right to her face. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 09:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darius!" Marie moaned loudly as her body adjusted to accommodate his huge size. Pain and pleasure vibrated through her since her body was tight from long months of not sexual contact with anyone. The cold glass of the elevator provided a lovely coldness to her ass compared to Darius hot flesh. <br><br>"Yes..." she moaned as his hand slapped against her ass. Marie forgot herself as she moved her hips on his dick aching to achieve what she had experience. The sound of Marie's wet pussy echoes each time Darius moved in and out her. Vagina muscles lavished his dick with attention as they clenched and unclenched around his flesh. Sher eyes drifted close as she moaned incoherent&nbsp; words against his ear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grabbing her hips, holding her in place, Darius used Maria’s cunt for his pleasure – his strokes were hard, deep, claiming – possessive. There was nothing sensitive about this man, he was taking what he wanted from her careless of her pleasure. Raw enough to have hurt most women, he shoved himself in and out of her tunnel with wild abandon, balls smacking against her ass. Leaning close, he demanded, voice low, “Cum around my dick. Milk it. If you don’t, it’s going to hurt even worse when I start on your ass.” An empty threat? Perhaps.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie's eyes slowly opened as she began to feel a bit more pain than pleasure. Darius grunts of pleasure surrounded her but he was beginning to hurt her. "Ouch.." she grumbled softly as she attempted to move but his hands held her steady. <br><br>Marie moved to suck his earlobe but stopped herself when his words rasped across her ear. The part about anal penetration did not piss her off but the way he said it. Marie knew she should be use to his ruthless statements but it still sting her to hear them. Trusting Darius not to let her fall, she moved her hands move to her nipples. Marie pulled and twisted them as she felt herself grow wetter around his dick. His thrusts no longer felt intrusive as they pummeled in and out her. She rotated her hips slightly so that his dick could hit her spot over and over. Marie's moans filled the elevator with the musical sounds of her pleasure. <br><br>"Yes!," she screamed as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. Her body shook slightly as she moved her mouth to his neck to muffle her sounds. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her contractions were precisely what he needed. Burying his face against her neck, pinning her against the glass, he came. Hard. White hot seed pummeled her womb and tunnel as he continued to move, fucking her hard enough to smash the cum out of her with each thrust. Pulling her toward him, he held onto her, literally carrying her weight entirely, wanting every single drop to pass inside her before her greedy cunt pushed it out. Surprisingly enough, he kissed her then, hard, not letting go. Forcing her to savor the moment of being full to the brim with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie was still in the mist of pleasure when she felt Darius spill his seed inside her. For some strange reason, Marie felt pleased. <br><br>Marie did not move her lips against his at first since she was shocked. It did not take her long to move her lips against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him closer. Marie milked his dick of his semen as she tighten herself around him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding her to him, Darius waited until he'd finished to reach down, fetch her panties and - quite firmly, force them inside of her, making his seed remain (most of it) captured deeply within. The little bit leaking out would, indeed, decorate her inner thighs all night. Still half hard, it was clear that Darius could go for a second round but, he explained, "I want to make the next time right. Still, fucking you in a glass elevator in the middle of the near-public is amazingly hot." He reached around, squeezing her ass, then began helping her get her clothes adjusted back into place:
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie frowned as soon as she realized what Darius planned on doing with her panties. "Darius...please, do not make me go to this party like this," she pleaded as she watched him straighten out her clothes. "People will know that we just screwed...and it feels gross." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Darius smirked at her comment and shook his head, sending a sway of black hair curling across his cheek. His voice was velvet and low, "You are dirty. You are dirty for me. Get used to it, let it empower you, otherwise it will destroy you." Curling a hand around hers, he drew her with him and pushed the button for the lobby level. It was time to go to the party.<br><br>Escorting her how to his neon blue Mazarrati, he even went so far as to open the door. The interior had literally no elbow room and, as he got in the driver's seat, it was clear that they'd be sitting hip to hip for the entire drive. Not that he minded. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:24:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie frowned as she thought about Darius's words in the elevator. If she felt empowered by such a thing, then what would they make her. Marie decided that it would be best to ignore it for now. There was no reason for their car ride to be full with tension. <br><br>"Can we listen to something?" Marie decided to ask first before she started touching random buttons in his car. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Tycoon (Darius and Dancing Flower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 11:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," Darius replied. He had satellite radio - the first button was BPM - a techno channel, and most of the rest were pop or rock, with the last button being yet another techno channel. As he drove, he reached down and let his hand rest against her panty-stuffed pussy. Driving one handed, he began casually strumming her clit. "What sort of music do you like?" He asked conversationally.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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