The House Next to the Bordello
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				Title: <strong>The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:38:27</strong>
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				Nanoki Hara stood six foot one, and wighed 165 pounds.&nbsp; He had joined the Army right out of High School, and his MOS had been Military Police.&nbsp; Now at twenty-six he had retired, and was out on his own once again.&nbsp; He had been looking through the phone book to find a new place to live since he was getting out of service he couldn't live on the base any more.&nbsp; He found a little place that would be in his price range, he had set up an appointment to view the place tomorrow after work.<br><br>To make it to the apointment on time he had to go straight from work, so he was still in his uniform as he found the address.&nbsp; He stepped out looking around the grounds as he waited for the person he had talked to on the phone.&nbsp; After looking around a few moments he moved back to the car, and looked next door seeing another building that looked rather currious, but he held himself in check as he was here looking for a place to live as he was out in a week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 03:30:19</strong>
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				Miss Marguerite smiled to herself to be done with the day and to find herself a bit richer in her bank account. The Bordello had started to come about well enough and she now needed time to rest and relax. Of course, she had a room in the Bordello but her house next to the Bordello was a piece of her. This house bought before she took the one that became the Bordello was her place of residence. Here, she wrote, drew, painted, loved, hated, every and any emotion and action she had in her Victorian house. <br><br>Now she had an appointment at her house and it did not involve anything sexual. Well, it might but it had to do with having someone living in her house. She rented out the extra room she had in her place from time to time. A few times she had artists and other times couples living in her house until a secure place came around. The artists stayed around to find their muse with her but when it came time to finding a personal pet, she could find nothing in these people. Such a shame really after having lost her pet to marriage, damn him, she thought amusingly. Strolling down the street, she let her green eyes take in the view of a delish male in a military outfit. Interesting, she thought as she stood by the gates surrounding her personal house from intruders. "May, I help you?," she questioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 04:22:08</strong>
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				Nanoki had been raised in Tennessee, he was a country boy at heart, but now he was stuck here.&nbsp; Being in the military for nine years, he had grown accustomed to moving all over the place.&nbsp; He had spent a couple of years in France, Germany, Japan, and a year in Hawaii, then the last couple of years he had spent here.&nbsp; He had come to like this little town, it wasn't anything like his home town but it was nice.&nbsp; He found the house rather quaint and could work until he found another job and money coming in to get himself a new place.<br><br>He leaned back against his car as he awaited the time of the appointment.&nbsp; He had no idea of what was in store for him if he was to rent this place, but after basic he was sure he could handle anything.&nbsp; He wasn't a problem nor would he be a problem to anyone.&nbsp; He was more of a loner and played his guitar, or his video games, or he would read while not at work.&nbsp; Nanoki was a Sergeant in the Military Police in the Army, and having been in for as long as he was he had lost most of his southern accent.&nbsp; He heard a voice ask if they could help him, and he looked around seeing the woman at the gate.&nbsp; "I'm Sergeant Hara.&nbsp; I called about possibly renting this house ma'am, and I'm here for an appointment that was scheduled."&nbsp; He answered looking at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 06:24:37</strong>
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				"It is Miss and not Madame," she answered, clicking her tongue. How many time would she have to show the lot that she was not a married female and enjoyed her bachelorette lifestyle. She enjoyed to keep herself flittering from one place to another almost like a hummingbird would to enjoy every bit of the dew of the roses. Except her own roses were different clients and individuals she took pleasure from. Still, she missed having her pet about who she grew tiresome of when he started to rebel and ask her to turn him into what she was. What she was? She was nothing more than a hedonistic female and yet he wished to be turned into the next Casanova of the new century. <br><br>She rather cut out her own heart than let an ingrate like her former pet out into the world if she had taught him what she knew. If she gave him a piece of the knowledge she acquired, the bastard would twist and corrupt it into the vilest form of seduction the fucking earth could see. He wanted to know what she had inside of her mind merely to seduce females and males without thought of their own feelings and their sanity. No, never would she let him do that and she had him banished to the ends of the earth with the money she had it was possible. Now she let herself think of only renting the second floor to this sergeant and she smiled. "Come on in for you to take a look at the place I have to be rented out," she commented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 07:33:10</strong>
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				"Yes ma'am... I mean Miss...&nbsp; I apologize, it's habbit."&nbsp; He said correcting himself quickly.&nbsp; He wasn't trying to imply anything it was habbit drilled into his head while in basic.&nbsp; <em>You add <span class="bbc_u">SIR</span> or <span class="bbc_u">MA'AM</span> to the end of anything you say indicating respect for a higher ranking officer, or to indicate respect <span class="bbc_u">PERIOD!</span>&nbsp; You don't <span class="bbc_u">HAVE</span> to <span class="bbc_u">LIKE</span> the person to <span class="bbc_u">RESPECT</span> them!</em>&nbsp; He remembered his Drill Sergeant telling him in basic.&nbsp; Nanoki chuckled and shook his head quickly, before returning to the woman in front of him.&nbsp; She looked rather cute from where he was, but with the sun in his eyes he was having a slight problem seeing her.<br><br>He stood at attention assessing the situation in front of him, he was looking for a place and this one was free, yet the place next door had a fence around it and he wondered if it was for her protection, or if it served some other purpose.&nbsp; It wasn't any of his business, especially since he was looking to have to rent this place for only a month at the most.&nbsp; He knew a few peple that he had served with here, and he was sure they could help him find a new job quickly.&nbsp; Her words took him by surprise as he had turned his thoughts to finding a new job, and he nodded to her.&nbsp; "I would like that.&nbsp; I'll be no problems really, I'm rather quiet and stay to myself."&nbsp; He told her as he strode forward swiftly and confidently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:47:25</strong>
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				Marguerite had to stop herself from chuckling a bit. The way he carried himself and spoke to her screamed anal retentive. Sure, a military men was someone she enjoyed at the Bordello but here outside of it irked her nerves. He needed to let go and be told how to move his body the right away. Placing her hand against the side of the closed gate door, she waited a few seconds. She was not stupid and made sure to have her place wired with security which rivaled the fucking white house. Sure, if someone was a black market operative and a higher ranking officer could try and get through her perimeter. Still, it did not matter to her. There was nothing in her house to steal and everything was secured away for emergencies.<br><br>"You are going to die alone aren't you?," she questioned without any embarassment as she headed down the walkway towards her house. It was a question that came to mind because the way he described himself made him more like a loner and slightly sad. Military men were like that with her when they came around to the Bordello. Did not need a woman, were fine being on their own but get them in bed and those men purred like kittens needing to be held and protected. She found this one might be just like the others. Even better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 06:23:28</strong>
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				As he moved closer to her he saw that she was rather cute, but he wasn't too sure if he wanted to have anything to do with her.&nbsp; Not with the severity of the protection she had around the house, it said drugs, slavery or other things that needed extreme protection.&nbsp; It was easy to spot security cameras since he knew the most logical places for them, and many of the less conspicuous places as well.&nbsp; If she needed extra protection, and he got the place he would be here if she needed him.&nbsp; He took a quick look over the fence before stepping closer to her.<br><br>"It's highly possible, but I was thinking of finding someone now that I'm getting out, and my job isn't consuming all of my time."&nbsp; He replied evenly as he followed her.&nbsp; His job had occupied nearly all of his time, and trying to relax after work the rest, now that he was on his way out didn't matter.&nbsp; He didn't know whom she was or what she did, but if he got this place it wouldn't really matter.&nbsp; He felt almost as if he could share things with her and not have her betray his trust, but he wouldn't get too far into details with her yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:38:05</strong>
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				Highly possible? Interesting, most men would have asked her what balls she had to say a statement like that or give her a funny look. Even had one female back away and inform her she was not interested in becoming a rentee anymore. Marguerite had a way of scaring off the shy ones but bringing in the ones who thought they could take advantage of her hospitality. How amusing the last rentee tried to slip by without paying her each month. Once his second check bounced and the guy was off to work, she went into his room and have everything he owned pawned, including a few of his college trophies. Such good times she had with that one.<br><br>"You are allowed to have female or male guests over so long as you do not disturb my sleep," she commented, looking over her shoulder at him as she opened the front door and stepped inside. She could care less if he brought back someone to fuck his brains out so long as whoever he invited did not try to steal anything of hers from the house. Stretching one arm above her head, she sighed in pleasure when she heard a bone pop. All she wanted was a nice bath and stretch her feet out before she had another day of the Bordello.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 00:24:55</strong>
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				Nanoki had no idea of what type of reaction she was looking for, but what ever it was he wasn't going to give her anything she could use against him.&nbsp; There had been an account in which he used since he had enlisted, he needed this place because most of the idiots around always confused the Army with the Marines.&nbsp; <em>Those fucking skirt chasing cock suckers could never measure up to us.</em>&nbsp; There had never been many pleantries between the Army and Marines.&nbsp; Usually there were masive fights it the two branches got near eachother, but it was all to keep moral up between the two branches.<br><br>"I will remember that Miss...&nbsp; I'm sorry I never caught your name, and that was rather rude of me.&nbsp; I will make sure to not disturb your sleep."&nbsp; He replied seriously and nodded to her as she looked over her shoulder.&nbsp; He doubted there would be many women over, but if any were he would make sure things didn't get too loud.&nbsp; "How much is rent, and when is it due?"&nbsp; Nanoki asked following her in and looked around a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 01:36:08</strong>
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				A man of secrets is what this rentee was and Marguerite was quite fine with that. As long as he did not get into her business or ask too many questions, she might not have to use a few underhanded tactics to get him to shut up. Usually, she did not bring any items from to the Bordello to her house here. For her, she liked to keep things separate. Here, she was a relaxed female without the need of a pet especially one who sought to be an evil bastard. For this male, as long as he had nothing bad to say about a few military men, she had no problem with him. <br><br>"Now, which brance are you? If you are Marines you are in luck," she commented, a lover of the Marines and Navy. Army boys were not her thing but she let them into the Bordello every now and then. Marines might be crazy motherfuckers and Navy boys horny sea men but all knew how to handle themselves in her house and Bordello. She dropped her bag on the front table, not caring one way or another if it was taken. Marguerite had more purses and dummy wallets and identification cards in the one she had in case anyone sought to steal from her. She informed him of her name being Marguerite, rent was 300 dollars a month plus utilities and internet making it out to 400 dollars and it was due at the end of the month. Usually rent was due at the beginning but she gave people a chance to pay up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 08:27:25</strong>
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				It was not like he had many secrets to hide except for those he had a clearance for.&nbsp; Not that those would get out anyway, because some of them could get him in trouble.&nbsp; He really didn't care what she did because it was none of his business, all he had to do was take care of himself.&nbsp; A quick look around told him almost nothing of the owner which confused him a little, but he hid it easily.&nbsp; As long as people kept to themselves and left him alone he wouldn't have a problem with them, but most Marines were different.&nbsp; As long as none of the Jarheads caused any fights they would be fine, and none of them would be hurt.<br><br>"Well then...&nbsp; It looks like I'm out of luck..."&nbsp; He said with a slight chuckle.&nbsp; "I'm from the Army."&nbsp; Was his reply as a shrug raised his shoulders slightly.&nbsp; The Army was not really bad, he had no problems while he was in the service and they were not trying to screw him over now that he was getting out.&nbsp; "I see Miss Margureite.&nbsp; I can cover 400 a month with no problems."&nbsp; He said closing his eyes trying to rid himself of the on coming headache, not sure if she would let him stay since he was Army instead of Marines.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why she like those damned skirt chasers, but it really did not matter to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 22:44:42</strong>
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				Chuckling as well, she shrugged her shoulders at hearing he was from the Army. She really could care less but found Marines and Navy were a lot more open about themselves than Army. With Army men and women, they were a bit closed off from others. At times, it was hard work to have them even think of their sexuality and their pleasures before getting them to look over the lovely males and females the Bordello had to offer. With Army men, she usually left them along and Marguerite would leave this one alone to fret over his cock by himself.<br><br>"Fine, this is your room, you can decorate it how you like but don't put holes in the walls," she commented as she leaned against the open doorway of his room. It was furinished with the essential, mattress, box spring, dresser, mirror, chair and a door which led to his private bathroom. She looked him over and nodded before she pushed herself from the door. "Enjoy, come meet me down the hallway to my office to do the paperwork," she muttered and with that, she went over to leave him to acquaint himself with the place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:33:38</strong>
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				Hearing her chuckle her looked at herfor a moment and saw her shoulders move wondeiring what exactly was going through her mind after hearing he was in the Army.&nbsp; When it came to sexuality there was less hesitation on his part, since when he was growing up his parents had been openly talking about it for as long as he could remember.&nbsp; He knew exactly what he liked, what he didn't like and he also had ideas on things that he would never try.&nbsp; There were no problems in explaing the things he enjoyed, but that was not conversation for a woman that he did not know, and probably would never know.<br><br>He looked around the room with a nod as he listened to what she had to say.&nbsp; "Understood miss Marguerite."&nbsp; He replied swiftly turning to her as he saw her push off the door and heard her say to come to her office to fill out the paperwork.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go do that.&nbsp; Do you take a check or should I run to the bank after we're finished?"&nbsp; He asked looking over her briefly before following her to her office.&nbsp; Staying back a few paces he tried to keep his mind on business, but found it slightly harder to do than it sounded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:44:36</strong>
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				Her fingers slid along the banister, tactily aware of the things in her house. It was a nuisance, almost always a habit when it came to the Bordello but right now she did not want to feel the air stir around with the newcomer in her house. She was fine with having an Army fellow in her house but she did not want him interferring with her business in case he started to snoop around. Marguerite had nothing to hide and those who grew offended by her lifestyle were given the chance to walk out the door or to put up with it. She was not stopping it for anyone.<br><br>"Check will due because the banks I believe are closed for the evening. ATM is fine but I think the minimum one can take out is three hundred or so," she commented having learned the dealings of a bank and how to set up a savings account in a different name. She still needed to get an offshore account for one day her body would not be as pliable as the next young female. Besides, Marguerite might enjoy laying on a beach with a pina coloda and a pool boy slapping sunscreen on her legs. However, the fantasy was still a decade or so away plus there was the trend of the cougars which worked to her advantage even if she started to age.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:09:02</strong>
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				Slowly following her staying a few paces back he watched as she moved through the hall.&nbsp; The house was nice, and would work until he could find another and get a new job once the paperwork was finished with the Army.&nbsp; He was slightly torn between staying in this little town or returning to Tennessee.&nbsp; Suddenly his thoughts flipped and he was thinking of what he might like to do to his new landlord, shaking his head to clear the unprofessional thoughts he remained silent.<br><br>"Yes of course most banks are closed right about now.&nbsp; Yes that is true there is a limit on ATM withdrawls."&nbsp; He replied thinking about how late the bases' bank was open.&nbsp; He would have to adjust to being a civilian again after so long, it would be no problem except for the fact that everything they taught him would stay until long after he had been out.&nbsp; It did not matter much to him that he would no longer be serving his country all he really cared about now was what he was going to do with the rest of his life.&nbsp; It would be easy for him to get a job in the Police Department or in any other law enforcemnt branch, but he still wasn't sure of what he wanted to do right now except that he would not mind taking a shot at the woman in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 19:23:54</strong>
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				See? Marguerite was right about the banks and the ATM after all and why should she not? She made her business on making sure money came pouring into the Bordello and other solid investments. One had to know to be opened during the peak time hours where the clients wanted a quickie before heading back to work or to spend their paycheck at the end of the workweek. Hell where businesses were closed on holidays like Christmas, Thanksgiving and even 4th of July, the Bordello was opened and ready to pleasure a few clients.<br><br>"You can make a check out to me and I will take it to the bank before my business opens up or at lunch," she commented, not giving much to him about her business with the Bordello. If he wanted to know, he would have to find out by going to the establishment. Marguerite advertised but not with renters. Sure, a few of them came around after seeing her lock up the Bordello but she knew the consequences of enjoying her renters. Hell, the last one became her pet and look where that went. For now, she keep her distance from the Army boy and go on her way with her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:21:14</strong>
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				It surprised him that she knew as much as she did about banks and ATMs, but he could care less since it was none of his business.&nbsp; Although he had wondered what she had next dorr that needed so much security, yet he shook it off deciding it would be best to not know what she was up to.&nbsp; Quickly he thought about what his schedule would be like for his last week of duty, and what to do for his two weeks vacation.&nbsp; Working nights sucked on base, but there was no way he would complain now because it was only a week.<br><br>"Alright, you can cash it when ever you get the chance.&nbsp; There's no need to worry about me writing a bad check and skipping town."&nbsp; he joked with a slight chuckle, because if he went AWOL now he would really be screwed, and that was something he was not going to do.&nbsp; Walking with her in silence he wondered strange things that one should not be thinkig about your future landlord, however his thoughts turned quickly to getting his things moved here after the paperwork was done, but it would have to wair until tomorrow.&nbsp; Once he was finished here he would have to go home to get sleep and be up for his next shift, but he would call a moving company when he got back to the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 01:32:25</strong>
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				"Oh, even if you wrote a bad check and skipped town, I have people to find you," she easily slipped into the conversation before she changed it to what the paperwork entailed. Yes, just like Marguerite to slip in a racy or weird comment before she turned the conversation on to clearer waters. What? That was her habit and if anyone had a problem with a way she talked, there was the door and she coud keep on talking.<br><br>Opening the door to her office, Marguerite stepped in first. There was the usual mahogany table, two chairs and the big sturdy almost looking like a lazy boy seat for Marguerite. She settled into the sturdy seat and motion for the Army body to sit down in the one of two chairs. "Need to also have a credit check run on you unless I am going to have problems doing that. Will I?," she questioned, stapling her fingers together and putting it beneath her chin. Interesting laddie he was but not one to mess with especially if he was paying to live in her house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 07:29:49</strong>
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				"I see, not that I would do it anyway.&nbsp; I'm too close to getting out to think of anything that stupid."&nbsp; He replied before listening to what the paperwork would cover.&nbsp; It was easy for him to jump from one subject to another because he did the same thing on many occasions.&nbsp; There were no problems in dealing with off the wall comments having been in for any period of time, yet there were a few that caught him off guard.<br><br>Looking around the office he admired the furnature for a moment before taking the seat across from her.&nbsp; Thinking about her question for a moment he shook his head saying&nbsp; "You shouldn't have any problems what so ever running a credit check.&nbsp; I don't have the best credit in the world, but it's not the worst either, so feel free to."&nbsp; Nanoki said watching her, as he wondered what she may be thinking, but was smart enough to know not to say anything about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 01:26:36</strong>
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				The papers were ready for him to read, look over, even get a second opinon if he wanted to before he signed away his life. Wait, wrong person, she remembered picking up another file and handing it over to him. "Wrong one, that is for another client," she answered, smirking all the while. Yes, her smirks were infamous around the Bordello and she really could give a rat's ass about the definition of it. There were different type of smirks as there were different types of laughs. <br><br>This smirk on her face was one of amusement because how she almost handed over a few papers to the new rentee who would wonder why he was signing away his rights and his body to her. The forms must have been mixed up with the lease and application. A few friends of her continued to let her know that one could not be without a male pet by their sides. Right now, Marguerite did just fine without a male at her feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 01:46:43</strong>
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				Taking a quick glance at the paperwork in front of him he had started to fill it out before she said it was the wrong paperwork, he looked confused and wondered why it said something about his life and body.&nbsp; "No wonder it looked a little strange...&nbsp; I started to fill it out, I hope that you have other copies."&nbsp; He said handing the file back to her taking the other, and looking over it before starting to fill it out.<br><br>He saw the smirk and chuckled to himself wondering what it was about, but continued to fill out the requested forms.&nbsp; Once they were finished he handed them back to her with a slight smirk, as he wondered if the papers had accidentally got mixed up or if she had done it.&nbsp; Either way a couple of the other forms had his information on them, however he would have to trust her to take care of them later.&nbsp; "Do we have anything else to take care of Miss Marguerite?"&nbsp; Was the question as he pulled the checkbook out of the pocket on his theigh, before he started filling it out asking&nbsp; "Do you mind if I make it for two or three months at a time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 21:55:04</strong>
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				The rentee was smart enough not to ask too many questions. She would answer the questions she wanted but when someone started to get too curious about her lifestyle and point fingers, well, it would be a problem Marguerite would happily fix. What could be said about Marguerite that she would go through a few different ways to keep her tenants from interfering in her affairs. She meant to keep her business away from drama and if tenants had a problem with living in the same house with a female who sold sexual pleasures to men and women, oh fucking well. Deal with it.<br><br>"I am fine with you making it for the next few months though I suspect you might be looking for something else. Maybe even a house if you are getting out of the Army," she commented as she crossed her legs over her knees and played with an imaginary lint on her stocking covered knee. Even at this house, she wore stockings with wedges after her time at the Bordello. One never knew when a visitor came around to get a private session with her or she had to reopen the Bordello for night vistors.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was easy enough not to ask questions unless they pertained to him or the situation he was entering into.&nbsp; If the sityation did not pertain to him it was easy enough not to ask any questions, since being in the military taught not to ask unless it was absolutly necessary.&nbsp; Coming across the 'wrong paperwork' made him even more currious about this woman that was about to become his landlord, however he knew enough to keep his mouth shut.&nbsp; He could have cared less about what she did in private, but the currious paperwork had him a little too currious.<br><br>"I may look for something else down the road, but I think that may wait until after I find steady work and know that I'll have no problems in keeping it.&nbsp; I'm not too sure if I want a house or an appartment, but I'll figure it out when the time comes..."&nbsp; He replied as he finished the last of the paperwork, and started filling out the check.&nbsp; She was an interesting one this Marguerite, although it was currious as to the attire she decided to wear for the meeting.&nbsp; Once the check was finished he handed it to her before leaning back to take a few moments seeing if she had anything else she needed from him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 06:39:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				None of her private life concerned this newcomer. All he needed to know that she was not his landlord who would make sure he did not fuck up her house. Other than that, he lived his life and she lived her own life. Nothing much to be said about that. She glanced over the paperwork and nodded to see the right things in order. Her banker would put the paper through and then let her know if there was anything fishy in regards to the new renter's credit history. Already she could tell it would be shoddy only because he stayed in places a few times or even never owned a house.<br><br>Leaning over, she took the check and nodded to him. "Nothing else, you can move your stuff in tomorrow. Right now, I am in need of rest," she commented as she stood up from her seat. Sleep called to her like a lover's song and she wanted to listen to the rest of the music. Hopefully, he would understand and be on his way. If not, well, she would show him out her fucking front door with the Beretta she had hidden beneath the desk. For her, she kept guns in the house in case anyone thought to rob or harm her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 07:20:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her personal life was her own, and he did not care to know any of it.&nbsp; She was his new landlord and he had no problems with it nor would he delve into her business.&nbsp; Though he found the thought of possibly sharing her bed interesting, but he kept the smirk that accompanied then thoughts was kept in check so it never showed itself.&nbsp; He knew there would be no problems with his credit, because he had bought two vehicals and owned a house in Tennessee, but as it was he had rented out the house in his home town.<br><br>A smile threatened cross his lips as he watched her lean over to take the check, while he admired her some more.&nbsp; He nodded at her words with a chuckle saying&nbsp; "Alright I'll set things up in the morning.&nbsp; I agree with you, it's been a long day and I still have to go to work later.&nbsp; Everything should be in order, and I thank you for your time Miss Marguerite."&nbsp; Standing with her he gave her a smile and a nod as he turned heading back the way he had come down.&nbsp; It was easy enough to show himself out since he still had the night shift in the guard shack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:01:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Good to see he was not asking about herself or whether she was here by herself. She had her puggle, Phantom, to take care of business and look out for anything suspicious. He usually stayed in her room when she was home but when she was gone he could be roaming about. The only tell-tale sign of him being around was the bell she placed on Phantom in case he ever tried to sneak up on her while she ate. She knew animals were not supposed to be given animal treats and made sure he never sneaked off with chicken or food from the garbage.<br><br>Hearing the bell coming around the corner and entering through the open door, she smiled to see Phantom running up to see her. Phantom bypassed the newcomer into the house and flew to grab at her legs to get entrance to her lap. "This is another one who hangs around here, do not give him human food. Do it and regret it," she warned to her new renter as she stood up from her seat with Phantom in her arms. There was nothing else to discuss and she waved him off to leave her place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would still be a while before he thought about asking anything about her, yet he could care less since he was only renting for a short period of time.&nbsp; Wondering how long it may take until the credit check came back, shaking his head he stretched silently.&nbsp; Though when the time came everything was in order, and nothing really had any bearing on the situation he was in now.&nbsp; Slowly he looked at her a question on his lips and he decided to ask&nbsp; "How safe is the neighbourhood around?&nbsp; I ask because I've got a Jeep and my car, but I don't want either of them disappearing."<br><br>Looking around as he heard a bell he was slightly confused as he thought it may be a cat, but when he saw the Puggle pass by he turned watching the dog.&nbsp; "Interesting choice in dog I must say.&nbsp; No worries on feading him any type of food, it may have been a while since I've owned a dog but I still remember what to do and not to."&nbsp; He asnwered as she stood from her chair.&nbsp; Seeing her motion him to leave he turned slowly making his way down the hall and to the front door.&nbsp; Once outside he put his earpeice in and made a call, letting his friend know that he had a place to stay so he would not have to be a bum at his house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 02:44:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two of them need not know anything about one another. All she wanted to know was whether he could make his payment and not cause her to want to throw his ass out on the street. The last one tried to do a live and ditch on her and the male ended up in the fucking hospital with a broken leg. She might have accidentally brushed against him as he tried to leave with his stuff and he accidentally fell down the stairs. What? No one blamed her for it since she had tripped over her own feet when it happened.<br><br>Marguerite watched him as he stood and commented on her dog. Phantom growled in her arms though he knew he would have to put up with another male around the house. The puggle was not threatened one bit for it knew no one stayed too long in his owner's house. Smiling, she rubbed Phantom behind the ears as she walked the male out of her house, locking the door behind her. Another day, another dollar. Such a good thing for it to happen just when she needed a bit of play money. She might even buy that new outfit with the rent money she received in this check. That is, if he was not a con artist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 05:41:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All he knew about the woman was that she owned two places, one was hevily fortified while the other looked like it was just a normal house.&nbsp; Yet with as far as she had gone with the other place he wondered for a brief moment as to what she had to hide, but brushed it off as he needed to leave.&nbsp; He had no idea that whe could make his life a living hell if he did anything stupid, although there was no reason for it.<br><br>It was slightly disconcerting to have only made a slight comment on the animal to have it growl at him for no reason that he knew.&nbsp; There was no information on the previous tennants if there had been any, though there was no reason to worry about it because it had nothing to do with him.&nbsp; Slipping into his car starting the engine he slowly pulled away from the house, talking to his friend all the while.&nbsp; "I need to talk to you when I get back."&nbsp; He told the other man before he hung up and finishing the drive to the base.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 05:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do not start biting his ankles, only do that if he starts sniffing around or stealing from me, Phantom," she warned as she pet the top of her puggle's head. The dog barked and his collar with the bell jingled as he moved his head this way and that to get a better position on being petted. Just like she did to the clients in the Bordello, she somehow made them beg for more. Marguerite was humble about herself even if she had a big personality in the body of a five-foot three inch frame though big surprises always came in small packages and she was a surprise for sure.<br><br>Chuckling to herself as she remembered the last package she came in for a client, she turned away from the door and headed upstairs. Time to sleep and get as much rest in as she could. This new tenant would be coming back to move in and who knew what time he would pop up. Hopefully he did not come around when she was sleeping on a day off, as if she had any day off's, but any time she had for sleep no one better fuck with her. Fuck with her sleep and might as well hand over a nut sack for their stupidity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The House Next to the Bordello</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nanoki</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 21:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having returned to the base he pulled his car up just behind the guard shack after passing through, getting out he nodded to the Corpral checking identification.&nbsp; Spotting Duncan at the back of the shack reading a magazine with his feet propped up on the desk, removing his cover as he was just inside the door he threw it at the other man knowing he could hit with it from here.&nbsp; He knew he could do it because he had before, chuckling as his cap hit the magazine scaring the piss out of the other man.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; Get your feet off my desk, I'm not gone yet."&nbsp; Nanoki said walking over to retreive his cover and to get some privacy in the small room they called an office.&nbsp; Sitting on the edge of the desk looking over at Duncan he lowered his voice asking "Have you heard of a woman named Marguerite?"&nbsp; The reason he was asking was because the man had been here a few ten years longer than he had, so he was the obvious choice to ask without pulling string that did not need to be.<br><br>Duncan's eyebrows dropped as if thinking then one raised questioningly, he looked at the retiring young man.&nbsp; "I have heard a few things, but I doubt you would need to know them.&nbsp; It's nothing for you to worry about my friend, I am currious as to why you're asking though." He answered wondering how he had heard that name, or why he was asking about her.
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