Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon & Allison)
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				Title: <strong>Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:50:19</strong>
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				She was weary to say the least. Her last offer had been turned down. She wasn't asking for much, just a few bucks this time to top her off so she could get on the bus and go home for the night. If she didn't make it a quickie, though, she would miss the bus entirely and her little cardboard box might find itself occupied by some other person instead of the one who it was used to.. or worse, it may be broken and battered. She growled a bit at the thought, and moved at a faster pace. She wasn't goign to let that happen, even if she had to frisk some asshole for his wallet.<br><br>Her short and far too revealing miniskirt hiked up higher than normal, she trolled the street, looking for her john. Finally, when it seemed she may just find one, he had turned her down too. She was shit out of luck, as they say, and stuck in the city for the night. She was restless though, and maybe a junkie had scored a bit of cash that she could swindle him out of with a quick fuck. She wasn't below such things at this point in her life, and she started going down the various dirt encrusted alleyways to find herself a sucker. She nudged a few, nobody wanted what she had to offer. Infact, she thought one of them was either so drunk he couldn't feel her, or dead.<br><br>She let out a sigh of disappointment, when a quick movement caught her eye, and she chased it like a cat chasing a mouse. The form was far too large to be anything but a man, and she called after him, "Hey! Hey you! You dropped your wallet!" That almost always got them to stop and check, and hopefully this time she wasn't far off the mark either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 22:10:37</strong>
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				Tonight was simply a night of wandering.&nbsp; He needed to feel the air tonight to take in something besides the four walls of his home.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had found one that he could mold to his image and train.&nbsp; He shook those thoughts as he slipped his coat on over a black silk shirt and black slacks.&nbsp; It was his favorite black duster in the western style.&nbsp; He looked in the mirror briefly as he pulled his shoulder length black hair back into a ponytail out of the way of his blue eyes.&nbsp; A growl came from his throat reflecting his mood.&nbsp; He slipped a 9mm into an under arm holster.&nbsp; He doubted that anyone in there right mind would try to step in his way with his hulking 6'7" frame, but one could never tell especially if it were someone looking to get something to trade for a fix.<br><br>He spent most of the early evening at a private club that catered to those of his varied tastes but with little avail.&nbsp; The familiar faces were unappealing to him and the new faces were decidedly lacking something.&nbsp; He shook his head and made small talk in the hopes that something might come up.&nbsp; However after a few hours it was apparent that what he sought was not here.&nbsp; He finished his drink and paid his tab before leaving and headed out the door.<br><br>He headed down the alleyways for a walk.&nbsp; He knew he was tempting fate but knew he could hold is own should it come down to that.&nbsp; He walked around keeping track of where he was but looking around taking in the sites as they came to him.&nbsp; Mostly junkies looking for a fix.&nbsp; Or dealers looking for junkies.&nbsp; He was ready to call it a night when he heard a voice behind him saying he had dropped his wallet.&nbsp; He didn't see how that was considering it was connected to a chain..unless it had broken again.&nbsp; He turned around and looked slipping a hand to his back pocket to check.&nbsp; Noting it was still there he looked up to see where the voice had come from seeing the girl there.&nbsp; Something about the way she was dressed sharpened his interest.&nbsp; The ploy she had used was an old one but it still worked.&nbsp; However the way she held herself said she wasn't as experienced as she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 19:56:46</strong>
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				As she approached him, she found herself slowing, her feet aching, a bit out of breath. She stopped a few feet from him, without anyone around, she couldn't have judged just how much of a hulking man he was.. however now that she was close enough to him, she could tell that he was indeed a giant of a man, towering over her small, and suddenly goosebumped frame. She bit her lip and held out the empty wallet, her eyes flicking to the chain on his pants, flinching a bit. <br><br>Taking in the whole of him, she suddenly regretted chasing after one last john, but it was too late to be anything but nice, despite the obvious fear in her eyes. She'd seen men as tall as he was, but experience told her that they made up for their lack of size down below in attitude. It was her general practice to avoid men like him, but he want to get home had.. well it had made her act a fool.<br><br>She finally spoke again, her hand shaking as she lofted her slight weight between either of her heels. Running in them had been a mistake as well, because her calves burned and she just recovering from the little sprint. "I.. I thought this was yours.. but I was wrong.. I.. I'm sorry." She was shivvering, partially from the cold, part from fear. She hoped he hadn't seen that latter. She wasn't all that experienced in her newly chosen trade, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in innate skill. She wasn't exactly a known name, but she had her share of regulars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 07:13:21</strong>
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				His eyes traveled over her in interest.&nbsp; He knew what she was and why she had called out to him.&nbsp; His eyes slowly walked up her legs to her skirt before he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; He saw the uncertainty there as well as her shivering body.&nbsp; His car wasn't far away...but he didn't want to leave without this one.&nbsp; There was something about her slightly experienced yet innocent stance that made the hunger in him sharpen.<br><br>"Thank you for your concern.&nbsp; To give you a proper thank you though how about I give you a lift.&nbsp; Its to cold for a pretty girl like you to be walking home."&nbsp; He smiled to reassure her.&nbsp; Taking off his duster he placed it around her still warm from his body heat.&nbsp; Not waiting to really hear her answer leading her towards his car.&nbsp; Opening the passenger side her helped her into the car before shutting the door.&nbsp; He walked around sliding into the drivers seat.&nbsp; Turning the key in the ignition he started up the mercedes and pulled out starting to head down the road.<br><br>He looked over at her as he turned onto the highway headed towards his place.&nbsp; "So where can I take you?&nbsp; Are you hungry?"&nbsp; He kept her mind busy yet focused.&nbsp; He would net this one..it would be exquisite to train her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 14:51:51</strong>
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				She had given a start to his brusk nature and how he hearded her into his car.. albeit a very nice car.. but she didn't feel as though she had much of a choice in the matter. She pursed her lips, trying to show her clear unhappiness as he started the car and they had made their way in quick order to the bustling highway. Her eyes raised a bit as he spoke, and she bit her lip. She didn't want to tell him that her little cardboard box was the other way.. and she looked down at herself. She wasn't exactly emaciated, but she had lost more weight than she would have liked. She glanced over to him, worry still playing in her eyes, thinking more that he wasn't a typical john.. though he may very well just be rushing her to some skanky motel to have his way with her. As the car accelerated, her train of thought was halted, and she absently fastened her seatbelt, an innate fear of fast driving quelling any worry she had about his intentions. <br><br>Her fingers twirled her hair nervously, tugging at the various loose strands as they passed cars here and there. Nearly hypnotized by the way the city moved about her, despite the feeling of lead filling her gut, she spoke, "Food.. would be nice." Her voice barely there as she swallowed some of her fear, and praying that they wouldn't crash along the way. Particularly, when they went over a bridge, she jumped in her seat and covered her eyes. She could handle living under a bridge, sure, but being on top of one.. was an enitrely different story. She waited, of course, until the tell tale sound of the road changed from that hollow, almost death invoking thump thump thump to a smoother ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 04:51:03</strong>
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				He checked his watch for a moment even though he knew the time already.&nbsp; He knew that all but fast food places were closed.&nbsp; He looked at her out of the corner of his eye seeing her fear as they passed over each bridge.&nbsp; Not to mention they had already passed most of them on there way.&nbsp; He looked over at her while they were headed down a stretch of highway.<br><br>"Alright I'll make you a deal.&nbsp; We'll swing by my place first and I'll fix you something to eat.&nbsp; Its to late to grab something from a diner and a home cooked meal would do you some good."&nbsp; Which was true.&nbsp; She needed to get filled out..he liked his toys to be healthy.&nbsp; He also figured when she was finished eating she would be more tired so coaxing her to stay over night wouldn't be to difficult.&nbsp; <br><br>They pulled up to his house about 5 miles out of town.&nbsp; It was close enough to still have city water and all but far enough out that no one bothered him.&nbsp; It was a two story house sitting over a fully finished basement.&nbsp; It was a nice house if a bit large for one person.&nbsp; He pulled the car into the garaged and lowered the door after turning the light on.&nbsp; He helped her out of the car and into the house leading her to the kitchen.&nbsp; He had her sit on one of the stools next to a bar like area near the kitchen where she could see as he cooked.<br><br>"So what will it be?&nbsp; Fettuccine alfredo? or maybe something a bit more homestyle?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 21:29:11</strong>
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				He had done everything to make her comfortable, from the ride here all the way to the walk into the kitchen. She was a bit astonished really at the multitude of amenities he had, and let herself settle a bit, her stomach growling as he spoke of food and everything else. Her lips pursed into a smile as she nodded her assent, "Fettucine alfredo.. would be awesome.. though.. could you make it with some chicken maybe?" She asked, knowing her diet of protein had been rather limited lately. <br><br>As she watched him bustling around the kitchen, she gave him a question of her own.. "Do you.. by chance..." She didn't want to sound pushy. She may be a hooker, but she wasn't by any means a greedy one, at least not yet anyway. She was far too new at her trade to be entirely jaded and looking only for money. "I was hoping.. that if you had a nice robe I could borrow.. a shower would do me good." Her hair was a bit unkempt, and her makeup was smudged and smeared. She needed a nice long shower. Her face, by far, was more appealing when she was unmade and clean.. though she preferred the makeup, as it hid who she was.. or at least she thought.. a sweet looking, almost babyfaced girl with not enough meat on her bones. She had curves, sure.. but she had lost some of those natural curves during her time on the street, more angular than she would have liked, but she did manage to get by here and there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Khalon</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:49:19</strong>
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				He had been moving around the kitchen the entire time pulling out various things.&nbsp; He nodded when she asked for the pasta putting the water on to boil.&nbsp; He went to the fridge grabbing the heavy cream, butter, Persian, and adagio cheese.&nbsp; He preferred to make everything from scratch.&nbsp; Great food had no shortcuts and it looked like she could use the calories to help flush out what she had lost in weight.&nbsp; <br><br>He smiled at her question about the chicken and went back to the fridge grabbing some that he had cooked last night setting it next to the cutting board to be cut in a bit when the sauce was finished cooking.&nbsp; He poured the cream into another pot.&nbsp; He took a hand cheese grater and started alternating between the cheeses adding it and the butter into the cream as he turned the heat on low.<br><br>He chuckled looking over to her at her last question.&nbsp; "The master bath is attached to the bedroom."&nbsp; He lead her back to the bedroom showing her where it was.&nbsp; He lit a few scented candles of jasmine and vanilla knowing the combination would help her feel better.&nbsp; As an added touch he lit some dragonsblood incense to add just a touch of earthiness to the sweetness.&nbsp; "If you want just lay your clothes out here and I'll be back in a few minutes when you are in the shower and put them in the washer and lay out a robe for you.&nbsp; Towels, soap and everything else you'll need is in the bathroom."<br><br>He walked out back to the kitchen finishing grating the cheese and adding the noodles to the boiling water.&nbsp; He set the the sauce on to a soft simmer letting the cheese melt and combine with the cream and butter for the sauce.&nbsp; He waited for a few minutes before walking back to the bed room.&nbsp; He took a quick peek to make sure she was in the shower before stepping in.&nbsp; He went to the closet smiling a little devilishly.&nbsp; He took out a woman's robe.&nbsp; It was cut to fall to the upper part of her thigh just barely covering, and it was sheer enough that when she walked into the kitchen he would be able to see a bit more of her then a usual robe.&nbsp; He picked up her clothes and walked out to the washer dropping them in adding soap before turning it on.<br><br>He went back to the kitchen and stirred the sauce before starting to cut up the chicken.&nbsp; He put some corn on the cob in a pot of water to heat up and cook as well as some rolls in the oven to warm up to have with dinner.&nbsp; He took a bottle of wine off the rack next to the wall.&nbsp; He smiled to himself.&nbsp; The first step....to seduce and ensnare her senses and draw her closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twisted like a pretzel (Khalon &amp; Allison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Allison</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 14:22:09</strong>
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				She had followed him willingly enough, her eyes wandering over the other various nuances of his home. She was a bit taken aback by the master bedroom.. and the attached bath. Her demure eyes watched as he gave her all of these comforts, the incense.. the scented candles... She felt more like she was at one of those if-you-have-to-ask-you-can't-afford-it spas. She was, infact shocked into silence by it all. She nodded as he left the room, making some grautitous noise, but not really able to articulate herself well, and she began to slip out of her self proclaimed "streets". When she made it back to her shabby version of home, she would always put on some sweats she kept hidden away, and a pair of mismatched sneakers. She knew her life wasn't great, but she had turned down a pimp a few times in preference to a more free life.. that is why she chose to leave home in the first place right? <br><br>Naked, and feeling a bit awkward.. which was unusual for her.. she went to the ajoined room and began the careful preparation of an incredibly hot shower. She hadn't had one in a long time, and even as her bare and sore feet danced almost silently across the chilly, but ornate, tiles.. she couldn't help but relish in the thought. She turned the water on, not quite to it's hottest setting, and let it build up a little steam as she looked at herself in the mirror... and quickly looked away. She had long since made it a point to avoid mirrors, she had begun to dislike parts of herself, those bruises that showed up after a particularly good (or bad) job, the way her hair was kinked and disarrayed. She couldn't understand just what that hulk of a man saw in her, but she would enjoy it for the night. She mostly shut the bathroom door, and went to the shower after collecting a towel and hanging it on the nearby rack, slipping into it and letting the hot water pound on her body, cleaning her as much in a mental sense as a physical one. She took her time, cleaning every single inch of herself.. spending a long time on her hair with both shampoo and conditioner, using the gently scented body wash, and letting the knots in her body melt away. She didn't know exactly how long she had been in there, the light had been long gone from the day, but as she stepped out, she felt refreshed, better about herself. She wrapped up in the towel, drying off her arms and legs, and grabbing another to wrap her hair up in as she moved once more to the mirror. She forced herself to look as she took off the towel covering her long raven hair, mussing it to catch most of the moisture before borrowing a brush to work through it. <br><br>Finally finished, she let the other towel drop, picking up both in her arms and hanging them to dry off as she moved back to the bedroom, near skipping and smiling to see he had been in and exchanged her clothes for a robe. It was smooth to the touch, if not a bit short.. but not much shorter than the skirt she had been wearing a bit earlier. She wrapped it around her body, the slick fabric hugging her every curve, accentuating her more than moderate but perky breasts and the gentle slope of her ass, though it was by far smaller than she had ever remembered seeing it. <br><br>She moved slowly to the kitchen once more, taking things in as she made her way back to the stool she sat on before. The smell of italian cuisine striking her immediately and with such force she had to clench her stomach to remind it that she would actually be eating it instead of just sniffing it tonight. She smiled brightly as she found her way to the entryway of the kitchen, her head tilted against the frame as she looked to him, a slight smile on her softer, makeupless face. She had never needed makeup, just a force of habit from the streets. "Smells like it's all done." She said softly.
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