Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:00:45</strong>
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				Kristie Remmington sighed as she glanced at her bank statement. There was just not enough to make it the rest of the semester; and she couldn't turn to her family. They had no money, and would only pressure her to accept money from Johnny sooner. She didn't want to take anything from Jonathan SaintClair, not anything she didn't have to, it was troublesome enough that she was going to marry him in less then a year. She had grown up with Johnny, and had never liked the mean little bully, even at the age of six when they had first met he had struck her as off.<br><br>The girl however had been promised to him basically since her birth, her family counting on the money that his family provided. Arranged marriages were what the Remmington family had done since the time of William the Conqueror apparently, however, for a twenty first century girl they seemed not only vastly outdated but partly evil. She had never been able to flirt with anyone, to be herself with any guy. Even the few shy crushes she had cherished during her young life had been ruined by the fact that she was publicly promised to another. No one would give her a second glance. She was either Jonathan's fiancee or the Remmington's eldest daughter, no one knew Kristine as her own person and it annoyed her.<br><br>She sighed and pushed away from her desk, happy for her dorm room. Most people, especially girls from high class families would disdain the dorms as beneath them, for Kristie it was a small form of escape from the life that had never given her anything. She didn't want to be forced to lose this one place of haven that she had. Her family had insisted on a private room, a single, so she had more space then most, but the room still wasn't like the lavish suite she had back home. Still, it was simple, neat and it was hers.<br><br>And so she had to find a way to stay here.<br><br>Kristie sighed and picked up her English Literature book, grabbing her bag to head to the coffeeshop. Maybe studying in a semi different location would be a good idea, maybe it would give her an idea of how to fix this. She hoped so. The female left her room and walked steadily, idly playing with her pale brown hair, her vivid green eyes worried and a slight mar to her brow as she pondered her situation. Her hair shone in the sunlight as she strolled across the campus, the pale color of wheat in the summer, so many intermingled colors that seemed to flow together seamlessly, which with her natural cream complexion made her seem the epitome of the British beauty, though she was always a touch too full for her family's liking, so she dieted and tried to keep that from ruining things, she didn't want to be fat. A size eight took work though and her mother bemoaned the fact she wasn't a size six. Quiet honestly, the girl thought passing a cart that offered sweet smelling pastries, she would be far more comfortable bigger, like a ten or twelve even, she was female, why should she be afraid of it?<br><br>But that wasn't approved of. She was sick of what was and wasn't approved of. Her eyes wandered across the bulletin board as she entered the coffeeshop. Kristie halted completely when she saw an ad for models for the art department. 15 pounds an hour. With that she could stay in the dorm, could keep her privacy. She snatched it off the wall and turned around, leaving the cozy store before she could change her mind. Her stomach was full of butterflies even as she made herself hurry across campus to the art building.<br><br>Was she really going to do this? Kristie wasn't sure but she had to at least try, most likely she would be turned down, her body was good, she knew that, but she had a horrible shyness when it came to people. Which, sadly, came off to most people as being a snob because she was from an old noble family, and technically she was a countess. She inhaled shakily, her hands feeling slightly sweaty as she knocked on the door of the department head for art, realizing it was the handsome professor she had had for her intro to art class last semester. Oh god, that was even worse, she had had a slight crush on him and she ruthlessly pressed down all thought of it as she rapped on the door and took a step back, clutching her book to her with one hand and the paper in the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:31:06</strong>
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				There were benefits to being the tenured head of the Fine Arts Department, and Matthew Woodworth enjoyed those benefits quite a bit.&nbsp; Since becoming Associate Professor and taking the reins of the college's Arts wing, Matthew had been given the freedom to expand the department into areas that had been previously passed off.&nbsp; Areas that his forerunners had thought to be "too common" for such a prestigious institution to give time to.<br><br>When he took the reins, the school's focus was primarily upon traditional theater, music and material arts.&nbsp; The first new thing Matthew established was a curriculum on modern film, and in the year since its' inception it had become one of the most popular classes on campus.&nbsp; He'd placed a pair of junior professors in charge of the films wing, and together they had taken it and expanded it into a handful of new courses.&nbsp; There was now even a class on Internet film, and the phenomenon of viral websites such as Youtube.<br><br>His next project on the drawing board was still media - He'd always had a place in his heart for photography, and in his youth he had gained quite an eye for capturing just the perfect image in print.&nbsp; When he'd proposed the idea to the Dean it had been to a cool reception, and he suspected he would have to prove his case before the idea was widely accepted through the senior staff.<br><br>Nonetheless, whatever their opinion was, it was his department.&nbsp; And he'd do whatever he wanted with it, until such a time as he lost his tenure.&nbsp; And that wasn't going to happen, unless he somehow managed to burn the entire department to the ground or cause the school public embarrassment on an epic scale.<br><br>He'd started by posting small advertisements on a few bulletin boards around campus, but so far he had received little in the way of interest.&nbsp; In the interim he'd taken time to begin moving around the school with one of the new cameras he'd purchased - A Nikon D3 with a bagful of high-quality lenses that had set the school back about eight thousand quid total.&nbsp; It was sure to cause the bile to rise in the throats of the college's accountants, but he really didn't care.&nbsp; In the weeks since he'd gotten it, he had managed some quite spectacular landscape and nature portrait shots just on campus alone.&nbsp; It would be quite nice to get out into the countryside and take the camera with him, so that he could really explore the depths of it.<br><br>Matthew was in his office poring over the latest prints he'd churned out of the thousand-quid laser printer he'd purchased as well, admiring a few candid shots he had taken of the cricket team when the knock upon his door came.&nbsp; It startled him a bit, and he shook off the shiver as he slid his chair back from his broad oak desk and circled around it.&nbsp; His office was in disarray, with books and presentations and paintings and stacks of electronic equipment littering every flat surface.&nbsp; Even the tall bookshelves that lined the walls were a mess, books stacked in a hodgepodge fashion with no sense of order whatsoever.&nbsp; He stepped past a circular table strewn with manuscripts and closed his hand around the doorknob.<br><br>The girl on the other side looked up at him with amazingly green eyes, and a look of what might be consternation upon her face.&nbsp; She was quite attractive, bordering upon beautiful - with a full-figured body and voluptuous curves that brought to mind actresses of the fifties and sixties, narrow waists and full hips and round, luscious breasts.&nbsp; To those breasts was pressed a textbook, held clutchingly in one arm, and in the other hand she held one of his advertisements.&nbsp; She had come to inquire about the modeling position.<br><br>Matthew tried hard not to grin too lecherously - he'd made it a goal to try and be as professional as he could with the female students around campus, for in his lifetime there was one thing he'd learned - once a woman made up her mind to make you an enemy, you would regret it.&nbsp; He was an attractive enough gent, to be sure - Six foot three inches tall and a hundred ninety pounds, he had gone to great lengths to keep himself in shape even moreso now that he was nearing 45 years old.&nbsp; Every year it became harder to maintain his physique, but it was something he still enjoyed doing three nights a week when he went to the gym.&nbsp; His hazel eyes had been called 'penetrating' by more than a few women, and he'd found the right stare was enough to elicit a blush in many, and his short-cropped light brown hair was a perpetual mess - just the way the younger men were wearing it these days.<br><br>"Can I help you, Miss?" he said with a smile, pulling open the door to his cluttered den.&nbsp; "I am Professor Woodworth, please come in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:33:25</strong>
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				Her throat worked as she looked up at him, yes it was Professor Woodworth, it was the professor she had daydreamed about in class. A class that she had still managed to get an A in for all her silliness. Kristie looked down, her hand tightening around her textbook as he invited her in. She nodded and slipped into the office, her eyes darting around; it was a bit of a mess, clearly the office of someone who was an artist, of some sort. A creative genius. Kristie didn't even really know what she was doing, her degree she was seeking, a BA in Liberal Arts, was just a simple degree, nothing special. It was more the freedom of college that had been the lure to go, and it was only right that a member of the peerage be educated before her marriage. Or rather selling. She pushed away that thought and managed a soft smile, drawing her society mask into place.<br><br>"Good afternoon Professor, I came to see about this.." she lifted the flyer, fighting the urge to lick her lips nervously and loosening her hold on her textbook, letting her arm drop so that it was held at her side and she seemed completely relaxed. "The job position, the modeling." <br><br>She clarified, her smile rueful even as her green eyes moved around the office, away from the handsome, tall professor.With the book down at her side it gave him a clear shot of her body, the simple and neat outfit, a black a line skirt that ended just below her knees, the white blouse, pristine and fitting just right. A vest, a damask gray garment, was over the blouse, snug to her body and flattering all the same, it wasn't a full one, rather half, the skirt extending upward to just a few inches below her bust. Around her neck hung a strand of pearls, a simple classic mimicked in the pearl earrings she had, her hair neatly brushed and even her shoes smart, black low heels, cute and functional. Money seemed to drip off everything she wore. <br><br>"Is...it still open? Is this a bad time?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:29:36</strong>
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				The girl smiled finally, holding up the flyer and commenting on the modeling advertisement he'd posted.&nbsp; Finally, he recognized her from the warmth of the tentative smile, and he gave her a smile in return.<br><br>"Miss Remington, is it not?" he said as she moved past him and into his office.&nbsp; His eyes followed her as she stepped through, taking in the nuances of her expensive and meticulously arranged outfit, and how well it molded to her curves and valleys.&nbsp; He was normally one to prefer a slim woman over a female with a full figure, but there was something about the balance of her shapely body that sparked a tingle of heat within him.<br><br>"Is it still open?" she inquired, stopping in the center of his office and turning back around to face him.&nbsp; "Is this a bad time?"<br><br>"Certainly not," he said in response, giving his office door a gentle push as he moved toward her and circled around to make his way behind his desk and to his chair.&nbsp; The heavy door to his room clicked shut just as he was sitting down, and with the wave of his hand he indicated to her one of the two simple armchairs that sat on the opposite side of his desk.<br><br>"Please, Miss Remington," he said, "have a seat and make yourself comfortable."<br><br>He interlaced his fingertips and set his hands upon his desk as he waited for her to sit, and then continued to explain what he was looking for.&nbsp; "I intend to charter a photography class next semester, yet it is something that this institution has been without," he said as he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "What I need before the start of the semester, however, is a model that I can utilize in order to gain some material to use once the class begins."<br><br>Glancing down at the flyer upon his desk, he pondered for a moment the idea of having her as his focus while he worked to sponsor this new curriculum.&nbsp; "It will require at least an hour of commitment per day, but as the flyer states, I will pay you for your time.&nbsp; Any photographs that are taken will, of course, be property of the college - though if you so desire, we could discuss you receiving copies of the work at a later time."<br><br>Glancing back up and into her eyes, Matthew tilted his head and regarded her with a straight look.&nbsp; "Do you have any questions for me, Miss Remington?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 06:57:00</strong>
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				He remembered her. Oh god, she hadn't been to obvious last spring had she? She forced herself just to smile politely, inwardly panicking. Rather to be just a faceless student to him, yet still there was a heady rush of delight that someone remembered her. And just as Miss, not Countess. Refreshing, pleasant, yes, that was true. She focused on the brilliance of his smile and made herself nod at his question. Sadly she was a Remington.<br><br>Kristie moved further into the office, her eyes moving to take in more details of the office, unable to hold back her curiousity about the fine arts department head. When he gestured to the seats she sank into one, her eyes trained downward on the floor for a moment as she sought inside herself to try and find the cool and collected self she was in society functions. Her head rose as he spoke and she listened to him, perfectly still, gathering around her the manner she used before her mother. Aloof, proper and above reproach, her eyes were politely attentive as were her thoughts, even if butterflies still swirled within her stomach she knew nothing of it showed on the outside now. <br><br>At the mention of time commitments she nodded slowly, pausing at his question before speaking softly, her voice carefully controlled as the rest of her body. "Yes, actually. Though first, I should be easily able to give you an hour or more if you wish it daily." she glanced down at the flyer again, neatly laid over her text book which rested upon her lap, her hands draped over it. "I would like to know what manner of pictures it is you are seeking, before I agree to this. You see, my family is...well very particular."<br><br>She trailed off, suddenly thinking that if her family knew what she was doing they would likely pitch a fit and drag her by the hair back home. But no, they were a good old family, more likely they would have one of the servants drug her tea when she visited home next and then keep her locked in her room on bread and water rations. She shifted nervously on the chair, perched on it, all too ready to stand up and flee. "Perhaps...maybe I should just go now. I'm sorry for wasting your time Professor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Safety in the Forbidden [Dreamweaver &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 09:02:20</strong>
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				In moments, he saw her interest turn to consternation, and then to nervousness as she questioned the nature of the photos.&nbsp; He didn't know much about the girl who had spent the entirety of his fine arts class tucked in the far back row, under the spot between the lights upon the back wall.&nbsp; What he did know was that she was a member of a family of nobles, if not a troubled one.&nbsp; The Remingtons were well known throughout the region, and she was not the first Winchester to pass through the halls of his college.&nbsp; If pictures of questionable moral substance with her as the focus were released to the public, it could decimate her family's status.&nbsp; In turn, it would guarantee her own downfall.<br><br>"You're concerned that your parents would not agree with an artist on the nature of art, no?" he inquired, tilting his head and watching her curiously as she tittered on the edge of the chair, looking all the more ready to flee at a moment's notice.&nbsp; "A naked bosom or the curve of a hip or thigh is all well and good when it is displayed in marble centered in the courtyard of the family estate, but when it is of the Lord's daughter, it might not be considered as artistic."<br><br>With a tap of his fingertips upon the hardwood top of his desk, he stood and pushed back his chair.&nbsp; "I have a solution that I believe will keep you from needing to worry whatsoever about your family, and what they would think," he said as he circled around the desk to stand over where she sat fidgeting on the edge of the armchair.<br><br>"Do you have any birthmarks from the waist down that might identify you to someone, were they to see them?" he asked her as he folded his hands behind his back.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 19:13:07</strong>
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				"They would yank me out of the college at a moment's notice...." she murmured softly, more to herself then to him when the Professor asked about her parents reception to art work. She felt her butterflies erupt through out her body and knew, just knew this would get her in trouble somehow. Was it worth? The risk being photographed to keep her dorm? She didn't know, and when he mentioned naked skin, her hips, breasts she blanched, color draining from her face. To let a half stranger, a teacher who she was attracted to see her nude body? Madness, this was all madness. <br><br>She was gathering her courage to leave, trying to regain control of herself, to be the ice princess that had been drilled into her from birth, when he moved to stand before the chair she sat on. For a moment his words didn't make sense, what solution could there be? And then it sank in, birthmarks. Slowly Kristie shook her head, her face tilted back to look up at him. "No, I don't." Her skin was unmarked, not even freckles touched her body, pure and white, just as a ladies should be. <br><br>All the same, she pushed herself up onto her feet, one hand going to tuck her hair back behind her ear once more. Politely she inclined her head to him. "I am sorry for wasting your time Professor Woodworth. I'll just go..." she lifted the hand that clasped the textbook and flyer with it. "I'll put this back up for you. I..." she glanced at him, at the handsome Professor who had always been so polite and engaging, even to her and her eyes softened a touch, her lips quirking with a rueful smile. <br><br>"I fear I'm not very good at taking risks."
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:48:56</strong>
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				He stood as she did, and impulsively he reached out and grasped her wrist.&nbsp; "Before you go, let me propose a suggestion," he said.&nbsp; Looking down into her doe-innocent eyes, he smiled in return.<br><br>"Let's take some photographs, and once they're done, you can give me your opinion of them," he said with an arch of his eyebrows.&nbsp; "Nothing inappropriate, mind you - just poses throughout my office here, and I'll make sure the shots are all from the neck down."<br><br>Letting his grip loosen, he released her wrist from his touch and leaned back to rest up against his desk.&nbsp; "Once I've taken the photos, we can go over them together and you can give me your opinion," he told her.&nbsp; "You can then think on the subject for a while, and if you still feel that it would be something beyond your level of comfort, then I'd completely understand."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 17:32:21</strong>
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				She stilled when he took hold of her wrist, her green eyes staring up at him in surprise, no one had ever dared to grab her before, not a Countess, at least not anyone that wasn't from her circle of society, which as handsome and nice as the professor was, he certainly wasn't. She gazed at him, her expression politely blank, after all she wasn't sure what to do or say, this wasn't covered in deportment. A Professor, a teacher, was to be obeyed, but neither should they ever touch her. When he mentioned a suggestion she nodded slowly, open to listening to whatever it was he had in mind. <br><br>"I..." she bit her lower lip as he presented his idea, to take pictures in his office, to do a sort of practice of what it would be if she did work for him. Could she do this? Really? It would be worth it, nearly anything would be worth it to keep her haven of her dorm room, but she wasn't sure she had the nerves to do so. But just a few pictures, fully clothed, in his office, that couldn't be harmful, neck down, right, no issue. Kristie absently worried her lower lip, her brow slightly furrowed as she considered what he said. <br><br>Though to be honest her wits weren't completely around her, not his his warm hand around her wrist, holding her like a life line to keep her with him. When he let go she drew back a step, clasping her hands around her book again in a nervous gesture. She inhaled, searching for what to do, there was no real reason to say no, and so many to say yes, to see if she could do this. So she nodded, slowly, and put her book and the flyer down in the seat she had just left, her cheeks slightly pink as she murmured her answer. <br><br>"Okay...lets try then."
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 00:52:34</strong>
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				Matthew's lips curled into a smile, half at her reluctant and timid acceptance, and half at the pink flush of heat that was spreading across her cheeks.&nbsp; "Wonderful," he said in response, turning and striding across his office to the desk he'd established as a base for his growing supply of camera hardware.<br><br>The body of the D3 was the centerpoint of his collection, sleek and sexy in matte black plastic and aluminum.&nbsp; There was nothing wimpy or cheap about this camera, and considering the 2500-pound price tag, it wasn't a huge surprise that it was a high quality piece of equipment.<br><br>Picking up the body of the camera, he scanned the array of lenses that he'd also picked up at the camera wholesaler on his shopping spree.&nbsp; Standard, wide-angle, telephoto, wide-angle zoom, high power, close-up, fisheye, panoramic - a host of lenses that cost twice as much as the body of the camera itself.&nbsp; Since they were just starting out, he didn't figure they would need anything too fancy, so he picked up the standard 50mm lens and locked it onto the body.<br><br>The table also contained a number of filters and electronic add ons, from a remote control trigger to a right-angle viewfinder and even a GPS tracking unit that would place geotags on the photos, pinpointing the exact locations that the pictures had been taken.&nbsp; He didn't need any of the other add-ons at this time, nor did he need any of the array of tripods that he'd purchased, so he turned back to the girl and raised the camera to focus her within the viewscreen.<br><br>"Alright, let's see," he mused as he adjusted the focus of the camera.&nbsp; Her torso was silhouetted in the center of the tiny viewscreen, the image only a couple of inches square, yet her curvaceous form was easily noticeable.&nbsp; A tingle of arousal flared low in his belly, and he squashed it down as quickly as it appeared.&nbsp; He brushed his finger over the shutter button and clicked off a trio of photos with her standing there, her books still clutched in her hands.<br><br>"How about," he said, glancing around the room, pondering the scene.&nbsp; "Let's try you leaning up with your bum against my desk first, then standing with your hands atop the back of my chair, and lastly silhouetted in front of the window and looking out, with the sun shining down on you."
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