The new frontier - Brandon & Aestas
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				Title: <strong>The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 01:35:03</strong>
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				It was early in the day, passing just past eight when most people were still getting out of bed and preparing their morning meal. The station was always quiet this time of day besides a few laughs of joy filled children and the pipes running water through the station but those were sounds that many people over looked. As her alarm rang the purple haired girl gave a slight groan as she tossed over in the small bed, slamming her hand down onto the button as she lifted herself up. She stayed in a position on all fours for a minute before wiping her eyes and standing up. Her eyes were still half closed and she brought a slim hand to her mouth as she yawned and stretched her lithe body like a lazy cat before putting on her glasses. She was a slim girl, not tall, and not short. Yet somehow she had that cute combination of nerd and super model with small curves but still somehow perfect that attracted people attention. <br><br>"Better get to work." she said as she pulled out a white tank top, blue bike shorts, and a set of gray overalls. She dressed leisurely since she knew she would be busy and covered in muck for most of the day but she let the overalls hang low at her waist, supported by a thick leather belt. She walked out into the workship, huge bay with all manner of comfortable seating set along the walls but also cluttered with all manner of devices, replacement parts, and what seemed like old junk. She stopped in front of an old power generator, taking a moment to stretch as she thought about how fun it would be to strip the thing down and replace the wiring for her client. For now it had to wait though, first she had to check her email for any jobs that might have come in since the morning before. <br><br>She walked from the workshop and into the business lobby which was only separated by a stomach high wall yet this portion of her home was far better furnished and inviting. It had much more comfortable padded couches and chairs set out along the walls, a green carpet laid on the floor, and the walls were painted white instead of kept unpainted to show the steel that lined the room. She sat down behind the desk and turned the terminal on, smiling once again as it booted up quickly and thought that custom made terminals were the best. She cruised through the mails one by one, deleting the spam mail time and time again till she came to a job offer. She sat there, reading it out loud "In two weeks there will be a slave auction at the Casa del Toro hotel in Maritas station. I require a person to hack into the system and insert a spying program to their database. Pay: 250,000 credits. 2,000 up front when the job is taken." Her eyes widened till they were the size of saucers when she read that. If she did this job right she could finally buy her ship. Opportunity was knocking and Risa was never one to let it go. She took a moment to enter the system, pulling out the floor plan as well as the nights program and frowned as she read over more, knowing that she would need a partner for this job. She needed someone who came highly recommended and who could be trusted. Then a spark in her mind lit about her friends in the Haven and name Io, a name that fulfilled everything she needed and more. Her fingers placed themselves on the keys and a torrent of typing started as a few seconds later she had the woman's email and prepared a letter<br><br><em>Hello Io, <br><br>My name is Risa Starwing. I am seeking a partner of your talents for an upcoming job. Due to the insecurity of the solar net I am unable to talk about the specifics. I would like to arrange that we meet to discuss this business. I would like to invite you to my shop, Starwing repairs on Cronos station within the Cronos system. If possible please inform me of a date in which we can meet but it must be within the next week<br><br>R. Starwing</em><br><br>As she finally sent the mail she looked over at the power generator, and pondered getting back to work yet she could not shake her mind of the job and more importantly her partner. Rumors often left much to be desired but she had been recommended by the Haven, an outlaw group of the highest order and one in which Risa had been a member of herself one day. As she took out the welding torch she couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman Io was.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 20:38:54</strong>
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				Broke.&nbsp; After the whole mess with the Jenson Job, Ionae was running short on both Credits, and patience.&nbsp; Staying in a seedy dive where she was unlikely to be found by chance; where a few coins bought you secrecy, and a few more coins bought you a thug that would kill his own mother for his next hit.&nbsp; It made her sick, but she wasn’t complaining as long as she had the seclusion she needed to plan.&nbsp; “This all started with that Jackass.”&nbsp; The words spoken to the empty room as she would fall onto the bed, fully dressed, her frame long and slender; deceiving.&nbsp; <br><br>Long, slender fingers easily manipulating the small personal console, flipping it open distractedly, thinking of other things even as she engaged the Net.&nbsp; Long, slender fingers tapping quickly between the keys, and the screen itself as she entered into her account, there was relatively little junk mail, as it was something she only used for work communication, and it had been depressingly empty, of late.<br><br><em>I should have never taken the job.</em>&nbsp; The thought flitting across her mind.&nbsp; She had known, at the time that it was a bad idea.&nbsp; Had known even as she met her contact, things simply weren’t right, and it had only gotten worse from there.&nbsp; Slender fingers rapping at the screen in irritation at how easily she had been trapped in a lie, the whole job was a scam, and worse, she had invested the bulk of her credits in the hopes of earning far more.&nbsp; <br><br>“Men.”&nbsp; A single flashing contact left in her box, the woman opening it and settling back to read, her dark eyes sweeping across the screen as she would read the few words.&nbsp; In the mood she was currently nursing, she might have dismissed the letter as another unneeded distraction, except the girl’s name caught her attention.&nbsp; “R. Starwing.” Repeating it slowly as she tried to remember where she had heard it.&nbsp; The faint memory of a rumor, something to do with a young girl who was counted as a genius in her field, it had been long ago that she had heard it.&nbsp; That faint whisper of the past lending some credibility to the words that glimmered on her screen, the mercenary glancing at her ceiling as she calculated the time it would take her to get from the refuse station that she currently inhabited to the Cronos station.<br><br>Opening a blank letter, she would jot back a message.&nbsp; It was brief, with neither salutation, nor identification of either one of them.&nbsp; A few sentences, which, if intercepted, would be virtually meaningless to anyone but the Starwing girl herself:<br><br><div align="center"><em>I shall look forward to meeting you in three days time.</em></div><br>She couldn’t say she was, at all, sad to be leaving this rat-dump behind, and if the job was legit, it would certainly be a way to fill her coffers once more, though, in the back of her mind, Io wondered just how long she could keep hopping from job to job, knowing that jobs like the Jenson Fiasco were just as plentiful as legit work, or as legit as work could be when you’re basically a criminal.<br><br>The redhead packing what few things she owned quickly, though most of it was tools of her trade, carefully wrapped and stowed in her bags before she left the room.&nbsp; She was paid up for the rest of the month, hopefully it would take at least that long for anyone who might have tracked her this far to know that what was gone, sneaking onto the next ship out of the system, knowing it would be easy for her to pay the rest of her way legitimately once she got to the next station.&nbsp; <br><br>Really she wasn’t that far away from the Cronos System, and arriving early would give her a chance to check out this Starwing girl without her knowing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 04:02:45</strong>
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				By the end of the day Risa had opened up the old power generator, replaced every bit of wiring, and sealed the whole thing up. As she set down the welding torch she went into the computer operating system it had installed and initiated a start up. It took a few minutes, which was expected for a model this old, but it purred like a kitten when running. <br><br>Grinning like she had just found gold Risa grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and walked over to her desk, plopping down into the cushioned chair with a cheerful smile. As she held the drink with one hand she typed with the other, like an expert who had done this a thousand times before she wandered through her email, throwing away the junk once again and came across her clients address. <br><br><em>Finished the repairs on your equipment. You can pick it up anytime tommorrow between noon and midnight. If you can not make it between that time please make an appointment for a time you can. Also transfer 1000 credits to my account or arrive with it when you pick the piece of equipment up. Your invoice follows<br><br>50 credits for wiring and replacement parts<br>50 credits for welding fuel<br>900 credits for labor (100 credits per hour of work)</em><br><br>Once that email was sent she began looking through the other work orders and stopped seeing a reply from the mysterious Io. <em>"That was quick"</em> she thought, finding herself wondering about what kind of woman Io was once again. "Is trustworthy...knows how to handle a knife...is a woman...is into other women...wow, I don't know much about her at all." she said softly. As she read over the single sentence she smiled and looked back at the workshop, knowing that the office was neat but the rest of it was a mess or at least would be considered such when it came to regular offices. Most people had a cute girl to work the desk while others worked the shop, for Risa it was harder but more rewarding. She had no employee's and since she had bought out the office she only had to worry about a hundred credit tax every month to keep both her shop and her residence open and running. In her heart, she hoped she would be paying another hundred soon once she bought out a hanger to store her ship in. <br><br>Her concentration was suddenly shattered as her stomach growled loudly. She couldn't help but put both hands over her slim belly that the tank top barely covered. "Food." she said softly before she stood up and walked back into the workshop, making a point to turn off the lights in both it and the office before she walked through the door and into the studio style apartment. The room had a homey feel with all sorts of half finished projects and tools laid out in it as well as the mixed smell of grease and Risa's lavender perfume. There were only three things of interest in the room, her queen sized bed which was covered with a black comforter and just as much of a mess as the rest of the room, the open shower which used to be a vacuum sealed area for cleaning starship parts and with a glass window facing the workshop but it had long been converted into a huge walk in shower. Finally there was the kitchen which was a double sink, a large double doored refrigerator and freezer, a stove, a dishwasher, and a group of cupboards welded to the wall. <br><br>Risa made her way over to the bed and took a minute to turn on some music. She had always enjoyed the old idea of rock and roll, a kind of music that was seen as an artifact of the past now a days but she had always enjoyed it. As the music played she walked over to the kitchen and dug through her refrigerator till she finally pulled out an old frozen chicken, some flour noodles, and a peppermint stick to chew on while she waited. Then she set to broiling the chicken and noodles in separate pots before she changed, slipping out of her overalls and into a form fitting black dress that lacked sleeves but covered everything from her thighs up to her neck. Finally as she waited for dinner she sat down on an old couch and began to read an old technical manual while chewing on the stick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 07:44:19</strong>
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				Io hadn’t picked a passenger ship to hitch a ride on, no, that would have been too easy to track, and far more likely to be checked.&nbsp; Instead she picked up one of the many automated trash drones, managing to squirrel herself away in the disgusting bay, knowing that the air would be stale, but that the ride would be relatively short, she’d be able to get off on the next station.&nbsp; The air was thin, and rank, barely recycled at all, though huge fans moved lazily, providing some change.&nbsp; The girl sitting on her pack, her back against the wall kicking out her legs as she would flip open the small console.&nbsp; It was harder to find a signal here, though soon enough she had managed to get in touch with her contact, transferring the last of her credits to his account with a note that she would be by in less than two hours to pick up the goods.<br><br>Luckily Trevon was known for being quick on the draw, so long as you had the ability to pay, that is.&nbsp; With that taken care of, she would lightly touch the edge of her screen, watching it slowly sink downwards, until the console was a simple, thin block of seeming alloy, easily tucked into the side of her pack.&nbsp; The redhead crossing one leg under the other, trying not to breathe too deeply as she caught a catnap, the garbage ship making it’s usual run from the backwoods station, virtually no better than a garbage dump, towards the larger, and more civilized, station from where it had come.<br><br>Her nap was short; barely two hours when the sound of groaning awoke her, the girl feeling slightly dizzy as the, already thin, air supply was almost gone.&nbsp; Though she was instantly wide awake, crouching around the circular indentation in the floor, knowing there wouldn’t be more than a moment to spare.&nbsp; The moment the floor started to give way, she grabbed the edge of the hole, swinging herself deftly through the emerging opening, and directly to the right, letting go a second later.&nbsp; It was a twenty foot drop, though she hit the floor, letting her feet collapse under her, rolling away from the area where the tube was now connecting to the bottom of the ship, obviously priming it for the next shipment.<br><br>Io taking a moment to make sure that none of the workers noticed her jump from the ship, though most of it was automated, like the ship itself, and the room was empty, for the moment.&nbsp; Brown eyes sliding closed as she counted to ten, filling her lungs over and over with fresh, sweet air.&nbsp; She didn’t linger long; knowing time was of the essence.&nbsp; The woman moving easily through the corridors as if she had done it a hundred times, and wasn’t stopped, though that could be due to the fact that she was moving out of the building, rather than into.<br><br>Within an hour she was finding a seat on a passenger shuttle.&nbsp; Her hair faintly damp from the shower she had taken at Trevon’s place and her new ID still warm in the inner pocket of her vest.&nbsp; &nbsp;She normally kept a goodly number of alternant IDs on her, but after the Fiasco, she hadn’t felt safe using any of them, at the moment she felt more herself than at any point before.&nbsp; A smile touching her lips as she leaned back in her seat, pulling up the simplistic goggles they offered; something that would hide her face, as well as allowing her to acceptably ignore whoever took the seat next to her.<br><br>By noon the next day she should arrive in the Cronos System, by that evening she would reach the station itself, giving her a full day before the actual meeting to find the Starwing girl, she wasn’t about to step into another trap if she could help it, of course, if it all turned out legit, then she couldn’t afford not to take the job…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 02:12:13</strong>
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				After dinner, Risa had made sure to take a long hot shower as well as wash her work clothes and her dress. She had three others just like it but somehow that one was her favorite, having the best fit for her figure and felt perfect against her skin. Finally she went to bed, sleeping peacefully till the next day came around. <br><br>When morning came she dressed in her overalls once again and packed up a few things in her cargo truck. The plan for today was to go to the city dump to look for spare parts and casings that she could use in later projects. She spent the entire morning there, collecting anything and everything that she could use to fix other pieces of equipment till her transportation was full. She drove back without a care, knowing that for half a days work she had just saved herself a bundle of money in hundreds of future projects. <br><br>When she came back it was nearing noon and she made it a point to take a hot shower and change back into her favorite dress. She didn't know what time her client would be coming by to pick up the power generator but she wanted to look her best for when he did, instead of like some sweaty and grease covered girl which was her usual appearance. She sat down at the office's terminal once again with a small technical manual to read. With little else to do she crossed her long legs, leaned back in the comfortable chair, and began to read as she waited for him to show up<br><br>It was long into the evening when the door finally opened and a portly man in dirty overalls walked in, taking off his baseball cap as he approached the desk. "S'cuse me miss? Im John Marsh, my dad said you had a piece of equipment ready for pickup."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/risa5.jpg)</div> Risa looked up from her book as she absently chewed on a pen. She took a moment to look over him as she took the pen out and set it on the table. "I'm sorry your father didn't send word that he was sending someone else. Legally I can't release any repaired equipment to anyone except the person who brought it in. Not without some kind of documentatioin that said you were coming." As soon as she finished speaking she began typing on the terminal keyboard, pulling up the file. After a moment she sighed and looked up at him "Im afraid there's another problem, no payment has been sent into my account for the work."<br><br>The man looked a bit shocked, his hands squeezing the hat in his hand. "Oh, dad wanted to make sure it worked before paying anything. Could I have him call ya?" he answered.<br><br>She nodded slowly and pointed into the workshop at the generator that was already set on a trolly. "Its right there. I left the activation name and password the same so you can turn it on yourself and see that it works."<br><br>As he went over to it and tried to turn it on Risa picked up her phone and made a call to station security. Making sure she talked quietly over the humming sound. "I have a man posing as a client's child in my shop and trying to pickup a piece of equipment. Please send a few officers to arrest him." As she put down the phone she reached under the desk, pulled out a pocket sized computer and opened it, conducting a scan on the man. A moment later there was a beep, showing cybernetic implants and Risa immediatly reached under the desk, pulling out a large revolver and pointed it his way. "Stop right there, I already know you arent who you say you are."<br><br>Outside siren's could already be heard as the police made their way to Risa's shop and suddenly panick struck the man, his only response to charge and take a hostage. Risa wasn't having any of it though and fired the weapon, the first armor piercing round flying into the right leg taking out the servo's and the second taking off the limb entirely. A moment later the police burst in to take him into custody and clean up the situation. <br><br>Risa's hands were shaking though, she never liked guns and set it down on the desk as she breathed a sigh of relief. This was yet another reason that she needed a partner to handle these kinds of situations.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 05:32:04</strong>
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				The flight, itself, was rather boring.&nbsp; She wasn’t able to con herself into first class, and so she was crushed between a rather fat man, and the window, her long legs curled up against her frame, leaning against the window wall, the goggles blocking her vision though nothing was really playing on them, allowing her to listen to the flow of conversation around her.&nbsp; Most of it was easily dismissed; in fact, the whole ride was a monumental waste of time.&nbsp; Perhaps something interesting would have caught her attention if she had been able to afford a first class ticket, but as it was, she merely let her mind roam over the impending meeting.<br><br>Io let her mind wander through the rest of the flight; she may have even dozed, though she wasn’t able to tell, later, how long she had.&nbsp; Awakening as the shuttle shuddered around her, her fingers clutching the arm of her seat, her eyes snapping open to see nothing except the soft white glow of the goggles reflecting her own thoughts back at her.&nbsp; A slow breathe as she would get her bearings back, slowly sliding the goggles from golden-brown eyes, letting herself adjust.&nbsp; Her attention shifting, the station visible out her window, though it was dominating by the cold press of empty space around it, something that had become, strangely, comfortable in the last years, a smile touching her lips as she would begin to ready herself to disembark.<br><br>Slipping from the station into the bay with only a single pack to her name; the rest of her ‘toys’ would be delivered in a different way, to keep them from being found on her, should she be searched at any point.&nbsp; The girl, Starwing, wouldn’t be hard to find, moreso as she seemed to have something of a reputation around town, though not for what the Merc expected.&nbsp; A smile pasted on her lips as she would move through the streets, heading directly towards the shop.&nbsp; Dressed down, a black turtleneck clinging to her form, molded to the line of her breasts, jeans framing long legs, her red curls swept up so that they tumbled from the back of the cap she wore.&nbsp; The wide bill hiding her eyes as a couple of coppers strong armed a squirrelly looking man from the building.&nbsp; <br><br>Though she ducked her head to hide her face, the men didn’t take notice of her at all, allowing her to slip through the opening that they had just vacated, before the door managed to shut.&nbsp; A wide smile pasted on crimson lips as she would lean against the counter, studying the girl behind it for long moments before she spoke.&nbsp; “Miss Starwing, I presume?”&nbsp; She asked casually with an ironic twist of her lips.&nbsp; The girl behind the counter was lovely, slender and fragile, like spun glass, though there was an alert intelligence behind the eyes that darted towards the taller woman.<br><br>“Don’t trouble yourself to get up, I arrived in town early, and didn’t think you would mind if I swung by.”&nbsp; Slender fingers reaching up to brush against the bill of her hat, shifting it so it didn’t hide her face.&nbsp; Her features fine, though sharp, her eyes a light brown, gold flecks catching the light as she smiled.&nbsp; The girl still not completely sure the job was legit, but if it wasn’t, at least they picked the right bait this time.&nbsp; “It may not be what my ID says, but I go by Io.”&nbsp; Her eyes sweeping to the crimson smear on the ground obviously dragged towards the door.&nbsp; “Have a little trouble tonight?”<br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v494/Summerschild/d2ee47d8c476624b0f1561328067e547.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 06:40:48</strong>
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				When Io entered she found Risa sitting on the edge of the desk, placing two bullets into the revolver. She was still dressed in the form fitting black dress, and her feet were bare. As the woman walked in she looked up at her, making sure to close the chamber and keep the weapon ready. Just in case. She listened to her speak and her eyes widened at the mentioning of the name. She was nothing like Risa had expected yet she was ready to accept her with a quick question. "Welcome, I had an imposter show up and had to stop him before the police got here. I run a legitimate business. Anyway, Orion told me a little about you when I worked with him and the rest of the Haven. He said he first worked with you on a run around Saturn." Of course one part of that was a lie, Orion was a she. These were the ways that Risa made sure that people were who they said they were.
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				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 23:22:51</strong>
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				“Did ‘he’ now?”&nbsp; Her voice was a low purr, the black hat removed entirely, letting the auburn mass of her hair to cascade down her back, placing it, instead, on the counter.&nbsp; “Now, that is plenty strange, as I recall Orion quite well…”&nbsp; More than well, really.&nbsp; “…and I think she would have been insulted to have been referred to as ‘him’” She couldn’t really fault the dainty creature from asking, after all, Io herself didn’t much look like the roughnecks that normally filled her position; she wasn’t bulky, nor was she coarse, but then she wasn’t just a smash and grab artist, she was a security expert, as well as a certified pilot.&nbsp; Though likely if she ever showed up anywhere with her real ID, and her certificate, she’d find herself in shackles before she could blink.<br><br>“Ah, but the Saturn job, that was a nice one.&nbsp; Went off without a hitch, though the payout wasn’t as much as I could have hoped.”&nbsp; Was it ever?&nbsp; Sometimes she felt as if she were chasing a dream, and no matter how much she made, it was never enough to cover her ass.&nbsp; “Now, I believe I got a communiqué that you had a juicy bit of work for me out this way.”&nbsp; She fervently hoped so, as she didn’t think she had enough credits to buy herself a lunch, much less to slide back into hiding.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 01:01:03</strong>
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				Her lips curled into a soft smile and she put the revolver back in its holster under the desk. "Sorry, you can never be to sure so I always check with little things like that. It'll almost always be important to listen to what I say." She hoped down from the desk and then walked behind it, taking a seat in the chair as she started to flip through her mails. <br><br>After a few moments she said "Here it is. You can find a floor plan of the hotel the job takes place at too." as she turned the screen around for Io to see. "MC1291 would like us to hack into a slaver organization and implant a bug so he can access their database at a later time. The Yeldes organization has encryption that's on par with the earth military which is probably second or third hardest to hack into when compared with all known data systems. I can do that pretty easily if I have time to do it. The problem is they move their organization every week, do a core memory wipe, and only people who already have business dealings with them can get into their facilities. So we dint have any choice but to do this during an event they hold. MC1291 has gotten us an invitation to a slave auction that'll be held in two weeks on the station. I need someone to pose as my owner because the only terminal that gives me opportunity and lack of surveillance is located in the slave's quarters. Obviously, I need someone who isn't shy about putting me in my place so to speak, who knows how to hide and use a weapon if things turn bad, and who is virtually unknown in their appearance. That's why I asked you here. The pay is twenty five thousand credits if you want to leave after the job...but I could use a more permanent partner. If you want to stay on with me, I dint mind sharing all the funds in our account as long as we can keep the business running."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 19:42:14</strong>
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				Io’s eyes strayed over the sitting girl, from the smooth, soft curve of her shoulders, down to her bare feet, though the moment the info was pulled up, she was all business.&nbsp; &nbsp;The pilot moving smoothly around the counter to crouch beside the sitting girl, slender fingers paging through the information at her fingertips; security specs, the hotel layout, even some notes on the computer that the girl would need to use to install the bug.&nbsp; “We’re going to need a signal, while you’re in the, ah…” taping the layout of the hotel where it marked off the slave area, “…slave pens, here.&nbsp; I’ll be effectively blind.&nbsp; I assume that we won’t be able to sneak in any sort of communications device.”&nbsp; <br><br>Frowning lightly as she studied the layout, and then the girl beside her.&nbsp; They would likely have to go all out on costumes, gold flecked eyes drawing down the smaller girl, trying to imagine her in BDSM wear.&nbsp; “What exactly do we still need?”&nbsp; The original email had given her a week to get here, so she could only assume that they still had a few days to get ready.&nbsp; "Do you already have the outfits?&nbsp; Or will we need to be fitted?&nbsp; It seems we have all the layouts we need, but I'll have to brush up on what, exactly, this will entail of me."&nbsp; A small frown appearing between her brows as she considered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 02:16:20</strong>
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				"They wont let us take communicators int here but I've been working on an alternative. Come with me." She said while hoping up from the chair and leading Io back into the residential part of her shop. The residential part was just like a studio apartment and had a mixed smell of Risa's perfume and grease. There were a hundred half finished projects laying about in seemingly no particular place. She sat down on the bed and opened up the nightstand next to it, pulling out a small wooden box. She blew some of the dust off of it and then opened it to show four earrings inside. Each one was small, being no more then a near worthless blue gem and a small pin. "I made these awhile back. They're communicators but they transmit our voices on an electromagnetic frequency. Most people use radio waves or laser links for communication so I doubt many people will think to check the various EM frequencies." She reached up, placing one in her ear and then tapped on the gemstone which made her whisper come through the other set. "All you do is tap once, say what you need to say, tap again and it turns off. Its set to amplify the voice of the person using it so you can whisper and it comes through as clear talking. I can also adjust them for higher or lower decibel levels. The only problem is they have a short range compared to other communications devices. At five miles you start to get static without some kind of relay device inbetween us. At seven miles its nothing but static. Still its good enough for this mission."<br><br>She put the box down and pulled a small pocket computer from the desk, typing a few things out on it as she continued. "As for outfits, I haven't had time to get them yet since I had a customer that was supposed to show up tonight. I know of a few places to look though. I can give you a thousand credit's tomorrow and you can go shopping for them. I think it would be a bad idea for me to go since some of those shops could be linked to the organization were trying to infiltrate. In the meantime I can arrange for transportation and a safe house in case things go badly." After a few moments she handed the computer over to Io. "I put the addresses of some fetish wear stores in here. Keep it with you and think of it as your personal assistant. Whenever I need to update you on something and were split up Ill forward it to your computer."<br><br>Once Io took the pocket computer she got up and made her way over to the kitchen, and got a glass of water. Then she leaned back against the counter. "The last thing to talk about is practice. Once we have our costumes and such out of the way the last thing we need to keep up the facade is to practice the whole domination thing. We're both going to have to practice a bit to get into that mind set."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 04:18:22</strong>
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				A slow smile would touch the taller woman’s lips as she follows the girl into the other room.&nbsp; “You really do think of everything, don’t you?”&nbsp; The smaller girl was adorable, her glasses reflecting the screen beneath her so that Io didn’t have to look down to see what the girl was doing.&nbsp; Instead of taking the small pocket devise, she would reach up to curl a strand of the other woman’s hair around a single digit, her fingertip brushing Risa’s cheek, tracing her soft skin as that strand would be drawn behind the other girl’s ear.&nbsp; “I suppose you are right, we will need be perfect if we have any hope of fooling the Lifers, eh?”&nbsp; &nbsp;That smile still on her lips as she would lean down, her breath warm and sweet against the other woman’s lips, though she didn’t make contact, merely hovering there a moment, golden-brown eyes meeting her partner’s pale eyes as her fingers would finally close around the small, electronic notebook.&nbsp; <br><br>“I will expect the credits tomorrow then.”&nbsp; Drawing back, her eyes sliding down now, taking in the tight dress that seemed to cling to the other girl’s form, the Pilot standing close enough that the girl wouldn’t be able to leave without pushing her out of the way.&nbsp; “I am going to need your measurements, as well as what you would prefer in leather, unless you want me to go with my own ideas.&nbsp; It will be your own fault if you end up dressed like a pony.”&nbsp; A warm smirk as the taller girl would step away, finally, tapping the computer against her lips as she contemplated the other woman.&nbsp; Truth be told, she could probably guess the dainty tech’s measurements.&nbsp; Even if her hands hadn’t yet traced those smooth curves, or cupped pert breasts, she had certainly traced them enough with her eyes.<br><br>“Oh, one more thing.”&nbsp; Called towards the girl as she retreated for a glass of water.&nbsp; “I seem to be tapped out, at least until this job pays out.&nbsp; I expect you arranged proper accommodation?”&nbsp; Even a couch would be fine, really, and with the credits the other woman was putting out, she could probably swing a small dive, but there wasn’t much point to it if the two women were going to be closeted with one another during the planning stages.<br><br>Io would have to see how things panned out before deciding to take the girl on permanently, or not.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 04:35:35</strong>
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				Risa didn't really answer any questions till Io had moved away, she couldnt find her breath so close to the woman. In that moment it was like she was mesmerized her her golden brown eyes and unable to speak or move away from them. <br><br>As Io moved away she took in a sharp breath, smiling at how she had suddenly lost control from having the woman so close. There was something about her eyes but Risa couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Um...I think something at least dignifying for me will work well, I'll make sure to have a credit chip ready. I need to warn you though, as a rule when Im working with someone new I dont pay everything up front. If you want I can arrange half the pay as an advance, the rest when the job is done. That's not negotiable. Shouldnt be a problem for someone of your caliber right?" Her eyes were determined that time, she had been burned a few times with past partners and with such a dangerous situation she wasnt going to give anyone the option of running off, even people recommended by her friends. <br><br>With that out of the way she walked over to the walk in closet and pulled out a blanket. "I've got a dozen couches between here and the office you can use...or you can sleep in the bed. Its a king size so its not like there isnt a lot of room."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 18:37:32</strong>
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				Io had been carefully studying the girl, every hitch of breath, every minute change in expression, she had decided to trust this one, of course, if she got burned twice, there would likely be hell to pay.&nbsp; “That sounds reasonable.&nbsp; If you want, you can keep the credits until the job is done, and we can discuss everything then.”&nbsp; How the job went would likely determine how things proceeded from there, and whether she took the money and departed, or found herself a partner she could actually trust.&nbsp; Though, for the moment she didn’t allow herself to think of that, instead, running her fingers through the dark red curls, letting them settle over the unrelenting black of her shirt.&nbsp; <br><br>“A king-sized bed?”&nbsp; Her smile widening as she would follow the girl, her steps nearly silent against the hard surface of the floor.&nbsp; The smaller girl pulling out a plush blanket, her fingers biting into the warm fabric as the taller woman would merely watch.&nbsp; “Well, that is an offer I can’t refuse, for sure, I don’t think I’ve slept anywhere that didn’t end with metal wires poking me for some time.”&nbsp; Long, slender fingers, slightly calloused from years of tinkering with various projects, sliding over the girl’s and taking the blanket.&nbsp; “We could always use another, right?”&nbsp; <br><br>The red-head didn’t seem particularly shy, especially since she knew she would be seeing the little computer mouse decked out like every man’s wetdream, titillating, really.&nbsp; “It’s been a long trip over, and I don’t think I slept more than a few winks.&nbsp; Tomorrow we discuss the gear needed, and just how good you’ll look in a leather bustier, but tonight, I think we should enjoy a&nbsp; little R&amp;R, don’t you?” Letting the smaller girl lead the way, whether it was out of the building, or merely back to a bed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 03:04:35</strong>
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				Risa couldn't help but give a coy smile as she nodded slowly, taking the other woman's hand as she walked back over toward the bed. She sat down on her side and opened up the dresser drawers by it again before pulling out two cotton towels. "I make it a point to live with some comfort. Anyway, you came a long way right? How about you take a shower and relax. In the mean time I'll order some food and drinks...then we'll see about some R&amp;R. OK?" she said, giving a wink before she leaned over the bed began to clear some of the trinkets and unfinished devices away<br><br>Then she looked up and back at the other woman. "I have an old washing machine in the workshop too, if you want to wash your clothes. I don't know if you brought a some spare ones but if not, I think one of my robes will fit you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:04:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A laugh, husky and low, trailing across the smaller girl’s neck as she would turn around with the towels only to almost bump into the other girl.&nbsp; Slender fingers snagging the soft material, drawing it from the programmer’s hands and tucking it under her arm.&nbsp; “A shower sounds lovely.&nbsp; I do have an extra pair, though I didn’t pack much more than that.”&nbsp; What few tools she had managed to make it out of the last heist with, though that was little enough; she liked traveling light for the obvious reasons.<br><br>“So don’t worry about the wash tonight.&nbsp; The robe will be lovely, I hope you don’t mind, I’m not used to sleeping in my work clothes.”&nbsp; A slight shrug as she would move towards the obvious bathroom.&nbsp; “Probably best to hit the bed early tonight, for me anyway.&nbsp; You can leave me a list of what you need me to pick up tomorrow, and I’ll head to the fetish stores bright and early.”&nbsp; Her smile hidden by the fact that she was in the bathroom, already stripping off the snuggly fitted black sweater, though the other woman would only be able to see her back.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:13:45</strong>
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				Risa would give a tender yet enticing smile at every word, thinking about this woman's former occupation and what she had gone through. Then she spied the girls bare back and blushed softly while she walked over to her closet and pulled out a long red robe. She walked into the bathroom, spying her again and laid the robe down on the kitchen. "Here you go. I was thinking about ordering chinese. What would you like?" she asked while turning away to hide her face as well as give Io some measure of privacy.&nbsp; <br><br>It was odd to her, her workshop and home had been empty up until now. Customers came in on occasion but it was always business and except for the rare night when she picked up another girl at the local night club, her home was devoid of life outside of her own. Io being here was a nice change, one she welcomed
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 10:33:30</strong>
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				The roar of water hitting the smooth tile of the shower filling the room, steam slowly drifting out of the shower as the red-head would strip down, taking her time to work her tight jeans off, a sigh as she would step under the stream of water, letting it wash over her form, allowing her precious moments to think about everything that happened.&nbsp; A sexy little thing, one moment all business and computers, and the next trembling like a schoolgirl.&nbsp; Holding her breath for a moment as Io would let the hot water stream over her face, washing away the grime of the trip, thinking about the girl in the other room, as well as the job ahead.&nbsp; They would have to put on a good show to make sure no one suspected, a sexy, tight-fitting outfit, perhaps a leash, and of course, the girl would have to give in to her Mistress, completely, for show, of course.&nbsp; <br><br>The very thought made her warm all over, the hot water soothing over excited flesh, feeling even better than a shower had right to.&nbsp; A soft sigh as she would rest her head against the cool tile, allowing the water to simply stream over her, washing away the soap that she had been rubbing into pale skin.&nbsp; It would be hard to keep professional with such a cute little morsel, but it would probably be the best.&nbsp; They had a job to do, didn’t they.&nbsp; The woman breathing deeply, letting the hot steam fill her lungs as she finished her shower, still half excited as she would step out, dripping all over the floor, grabbing the towel she had left on the sink.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa retreated to the office to put in an order for food. She sat at the desk, tinkering with an observation drone for a long time, thinking about the upcoming job and her new partner. Her concentration was broken when she heard the door open and someone step inside. "Oh, hey." she said as the delivery boy came in and set down a few plastic bags. She took out her account card and transfered the funds to the business, bidding him a good day before she took the bags and made her way back into the residential part of her home. <br><br>As she saw Io coming out from the shower she set the bags down on one of the couches by the bed and dug around in them for a bit before taking out a paper carton and a set of plastic utensils. She sat back on the bed, opening the top and took a bite of the chicken chow mein before she called to Io. "Dinners here. I wasn't sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 05:01:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ionae would casually towel her hair dry, or at least to the point that it wasn’t dripping.&nbsp; The scant robe barely tied closed as she would walk out of the steaming bathroom; fine droplets of water still glistening upon her long legs.&nbsp; “Ha.&nbsp; After that trip I think I could probably eat it all.&nbsp; I swear, the RTE’s they serve on carriers nowadays are about as filling as dry cardboard.&nbsp; This is to say, pretty filling if you can manage to swallow any of it.”&nbsp; Io laid herself out across the bed, slender fingers plucking up some of the utensils, holding it neatly in one hand as she grabbed one of the small boxes of rice, adding a bit of meat atop of it.&nbsp; Luckily there was enough food that it didn’t matter one bit that she claimed a whole box of rice to herself.<br><br>“So, Starwing.”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment to enjoy the rich taste of meat and rice before continuing.&nbsp; “I think it is probably a good idea to practice for this little… arrangement.”&nbsp; The food was delicious, though she found her attention shifting from food, to other things entirely.&nbsp; “You know, just to make sure we are both comfortable.”&nbsp; Her slender fingers spreading over the other girl’s knee, gently caressing her inner thigh, pushing up the short skirt, if only just barely.<br><br>“If you flinch when I touch you while we’re on the job, they will surely notice.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 07:01:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A slight blush flushed across her lips as she looked down at Io's hand. "I know." she said softly while trying to take a deep breath but she found herself faltering at control for the moment. Control was never something that she had a lot of, it was more like others controlled her and she was along for the ride. Just like now. "The kind of lifestyle they will expect...well I've had a taste of it before. Orion taught me a little bit herself...you're right though we will need to practice. I anticipated that so I held all my appointments over the course of the next week and a half. We've got all the time in the world...so Im guessing you want to start practicing tonight?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 09:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The food placed aside for the moment, her hunger forgotten as she would look into the other girl’s eyes; impossibly large behind the frames of her glasses.&nbsp; Her fingertips touching the edges of those wire frames, gently pulling them away from the lavender-colored eyes behind, so that she could see the girl’s face more clearly.&nbsp; “Ah little Starwing.&nbsp; I begin to think that you might like that too much?”&nbsp; Licking her lips slowly as she would place the smaller girl’s glasses on the dresser beside the bed, taking her time to clear off the various boxes and plates; almost torturously slow about it.&nbsp; “Perhaps this whole job is an excuse to put yourself in that position, do you think?&nbsp; Naughty little Risa Starwing.”&nbsp; A smirk touching her rouged lips as she would move towards the girl now that it was free of anything but their bodies.<br><br>“Tell me how it makes you feel, Starwing.”&nbsp; Her fingers lightly brushing the other girl’s thighs, slowly forcing that skin tight dress upwards, baring a little more of the girl’s thigh.&nbsp; “How it feels to be forced to your knees?&nbsp; Do you want it?&nbsp; Or is it just another job?&nbsp; Remember, you need to be honest with me.&nbsp; I will measure every word.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 07:40:25</strong>
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				The dress slide up with little trouble, even though it was skin tight it was easy to push up and even easier to remove entirely. Her face turned a bit brighter as the questions were asked "It's a job...but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to be put in that position again. I enjoy being...in that position...along with others." she answered shyly. It was hard to talk about being submissive and much easier to simply act the part. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 19:03:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, she wasn’t trying to make it easier on the girl.&nbsp; She wanted to see her strain, to see how she would react under pressure.&nbsp; Warm fingers would slide up until she could see the apex of thighs, stopping there with the dress practically pushed up around the other girl’s hips.&nbsp; “Prove it.”&nbsp; The woman’s voice faintly husky as she would look from the line of the girl’s thigh up to her face, her gaze searching that expression for any sign of hesitation.&nbsp; “Prove that you can handle it.&nbsp; Let’s call this a little exercise, a dry run, if you will.&nbsp; How well can you follow orders?”&nbsp; Her fingers curling along the girl’s hip and nudging her over the edge of the bed, even as the taller woman’s body would recline back, her legs crossing.&nbsp; “Put on a show for me, lovely little slut.&nbsp; Strip your clothes off while I watch, offer yourself to me.”<br><br>There was a predatory hungry in her golden eyes, and a heightened color to her otherwise pale skin making it obvious that she was enjoying this exercise a little too much.&nbsp; “Perform for me little Starwing.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 15:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In essence Risa had always been a shy and submissive woman all her life, she had always known what she wanted and worked hard to obtain the object of her desires. Even now that drive made her respond to her newest desire: being the perfect slave for Io. Without hesitation she slide out of her seat and walked over to the bed, stopping at the edge as her hands pushed down the edge of her dress to cover her thighs once agian. She stood there for a moment, letting her hair fall down over her face as she looked back and gave Io a wanting smile. <br><br>She thought some music would be more fitting for the moment but Io hadnt asked for that, instead she asked for a show and for Risa to prove that she was ready to be Io's willing slut during day and night. As she looked back her hands ran up the sides of her body, starting at her outer thighs and upwards on the sides of her stomach and chest till they came to the zipper at the back. She pulled it down slowly, so slowly that it seemed like that single moment took nearly five minutes but as the thin fabric parted it revealed her bare back and the creamy white skin beneath. She let it slide down, falling to the floor till she stood in nothing but her heels and again she looked back and smiled before stepping out of the dress. Then she bent down, further then was really neccessary, giving Io a perfect look at everything from her firm bottom to her partly wet nether lips. She snatched up the dress easily and set it aside where it wouldnt get trampled. She couldnt allow her best looking dress to be damaged in what was likely going to turn into Risa's complete submission afterall<br><br>When she returned to the bed she kicked off her shoes, letting them land just under the frame and then bent down again. This time her hands moving back to feel her butt and thighs as she looked back and continued to smile. "Im yours now Io. Your slave. Your slut. Your companion. Your partner. Whatever you want me to be, I'll do anything you want me to do. Please, come and fuck me tonight. Make me fulfill every desire you have"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aestas</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 13:03:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pilot would rest her elbow on the bed, propping herself up sideways.&nbsp; Long legs crossed loosely at the ankle as she let herself feast on that sight.&nbsp; The girl was beautiful.&nbsp; The girl’s long hair working like a veil as she would perform for the other woman; the revealing of flesh happening between those strands as her outfit was unzipped, a peek-a-boo of desired flesh for her pleasure alone.&nbsp; Her smile warming as she would watch that dress fall to the floor, her eyes only slowly working back up to take in the sight of smooth, bitable flesh.<br><br>“Mm, you are.&nbsp; Though it is good that we go over this, while just looking at you makes me want to bite every inch of your flesh, you will need a much more rigid discipline in order to fool those who have been doing this for their whole lifetime.”&nbsp; She would rise up on all fours, crawling around the girl so that she was behind her.&nbsp; “First this, you show off your charms, but you are too relaxed.&nbsp; Her hands would grab the girl’s wrists, wrenching them upwards so that palms would press against elbows.&nbsp; “Something more like this would thrust your chest out more to please your Mistress or those watching.&nbsp; Remember, everything you do will be seen by more than just me, sweet Risa.&nbsp; Another way would be to lace your fingers behind your neck.” <br><br>She would be gentler, drawing slender arms up into that new position.&nbsp; “Once more, this shows off those bitable breasts.”&nbsp; Her hands sweeping down over those breasts, cupping them, her fingers spreading so that tender nipples were grasped between curled digits for but a moment, and squeezed.&nbsp; Only then would hands release and slide down to touch upon her thighs.&nbsp; “And these, these must never be pressed together.&nbsp; You are a sex slave, sweet Risa, your body is displayed with your every move.&nbsp; Spread your thighs.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The new frontier - Brandon &amp; Aestas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:24:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Io crawled over to Risa and drank in the look over her body she felt herself growing a bit excited, it had been a long time since she was put in a position like this, far to long. The touch of the soft and warm hands on her revealed skin made her lean her head back just slightly as if begging for more though there was a bit of a surprised reaction as she found her hands pulled upwards yet it only took a moment for her to assume the position Io wanted. Her breasts pushed out as far as they could be, presenting themselves, and she took a single step over till her feet were shoulder width apart giving Io perfect access to her nether regions as well as the sight of a trickle of her juices running down her inner thighs. <br><br>Risa took in a deep breath, mentally telling herself to pull it together and perform to Io's expectations. She was there to please first and if she was lucky, be pleased in kind. Once again she tried to push her chest out even more as well as became more rigid, trying to control herself more then before. "Like this?" she asked sweetly, looking back and paying Io that same enticing smile
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