Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)
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				Title: <strong>Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>19-10-2007, 23:55:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; All those that worked for Frank Little, called him “Mr. Big.”&nbsp; Whether or not they would call him this to his face was a question few of them would have to worry about.&nbsp; Mr. Big’s place was a rambling estate in the country - the one with the tall walls.&nbsp; He’d torn down the fences and put up ten foot walls.&nbsp; Then he’d put up twenty foot walls surrounding the main house.&nbsp; They figured he must have a zoo in there because they could hear some animal noises sometimes.&nbsp; They also knew that he must’ve had a museum.&nbsp; “Zeke” figured that.<br><br>&nbsp; One of the things that&nbsp; J. Ezekial Credible did for Mr. Big was buy things.&nbsp; That’s why he was rubbing elbows with the high and mighty at Sotheby’s.&nbsp; He was dressed to the nines in a dark blue suit, light green shirt and a yellow tie.&nbsp; The tie had those French clover-things stitched in it that matched the color of his suit.&nbsp; He wished he could’ve got new shoes, but he polished up his scruffy black leather shoes as best he could.&nbsp; In his pocket, a white hanky poked out.&nbsp; There was a girl selling flowers on the street, so he bought one and was now sporting a red carnation on his lapel.&nbsp; He had piercing blue eyes, flat cheeks and black hair.&nbsp; He tried growing a mustache once, until he found out that it looked like a black caterpillar.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Standing in front of a display case, he pulled a notebook from the breast pocket of his suit-coat and matched the numbers.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Ariane Dandois: European Furniture, Paintings &amp; Asian Art<br>Sale: N08361&nbsp; |&nbsp; Location: New York <br>LOT 750 <br>A GILT-METAL MOUNTED LAPIS LAZULI TAZZA</span></tt></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-7/1269690/SmallTazza.jpg) (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2007-7/1269690/BigTazza.jpg) </div><div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt">(click for full size)</tt></div><br>&nbsp; Shit, it was nothing more than a pretty blue bowl.&nbsp; <br>- - - - -<br>&nbsp; “Sold,” droned the man behind the polished wooden podium.&nbsp; He reminded Zeke of the blackjack dealers you see in Vegas.&nbsp; You couldn’t get a rise out of them if you’d told them their pants were on fire.&nbsp; He was sitting on armless metal chair with a round cushion for the seat and round cushion for the back.&nbsp; These circle-cushioned chairs were in rows facing the auctioneer.&nbsp; They were all filled.&nbsp; Most of the people were sporting the latest style in auction-ware – paddles with numbers on them.&nbsp; Zeke’s read 629.<br><br>&nbsp; “Lot 750.&nbsp; A Gilt-Metal Mounted Lapis lazuli Tazza”&nbsp; Oh so that’s how you pronounced it thought Zeke.&nbsp; A trolley was rolled in with the blue bowl on it.&nbsp; Sure it was a pretty enough thing, Zeke would’ve easily paid two or three hundred dollars for it.<br>&nbsp; “Shall we start the bidding a two thousand then?”<br>&nbsp; Zeke noticed the lady raise her paddle.&nbsp; She was the kind of person that had a foam-mustache after drinking from a mug of hot chocolate.&nbsp; Zeke could taste the chocolate in his mouth, she was sweet and smooth.&nbsp; He couldn’t get a good look at her, just her face, but she seemed to be having the time of her life – sitting up on the edge of her seat.&nbsp; She was a brunette, the way a woman was meant to be.&nbsp; In front of the fire she’d smile as you grinned at her moustache and say “What?” then lick her lips.&nbsp; Then you’d realize someone put some pepper in the chocolate, and your pants would pull tight.&nbsp; Did she know that temptation was turning your world upside down, or was she as sweet as your sister?<br>&nbsp; “Going once.”<br>&nbsp; He looked away and raised his paddle.&nbsp; He didn’t need to see the puppy-dog eyes and see her slump in disappointment.&nbsp; He couldn’t remember the last time he was as exuberant as she was, and felt like he was under orders to stomp a puppy to death.<br>&nbsp; “New bidder.&nbsp; Five thousand then.&nbsp; Do I have any at six?”<br>&nbsp; He couldn’t help it, he noticed that she raised her paddle.&nbsp; The puppy was crying out in pain, and breaking Zeke’s heart.<br>&nbsp; “Yes, do I have seven-. . .”<br>&nbsp; Zeke raised his paddle.&nbsp; It was only business, she’d get over it.&nbsp; Look at him, he did.<br>&nbsp; “Now asking eight thousand.&nbsp; The bid is at eight thousand.&nbsp; Any bids at eight thousand?&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Seventy-five hundred then.”&nbsp; She made some motion.<br>&nbsp; “Do I have Eight thou-."&nbsp; Zeke flipped his paddle.<br>&nbsp; "Eighty-five hundred?&nbsp; Anyone?&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Eight thousand two hundred fifty then?&nbsp; Anyone?&nbsp; Thank you madam."<br>&nbsp; "Eight thousand five hund-"&nbsp; Zeke again.<br>&nbsp; “Eight thousand seven hundred fifty?&nbsp; Anyone?”<br>&nbsp; “Going once.&nbsp; Eight thousand seven hundred fifty.&nbsp; Anyone else?&nbsp; Going twice.&nbsp; Any other bids at eight thousand seven hundred fifty?&nbsp; Sold.”<br><br>&nbsp; Zeke felt like he wanted to get the damn bowl and get the hell out of here.&nbsp; He felt dirty.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>22-10-2007, 23:03:46</strong>
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				<strong>A week before</strong><br><br>Wearing a dark blue wool sweater, a pair of worn slacks, her knee close to popping out of the right leg, Elizabeth sat in The Brotherhood’s library as she always did, one of their only full-time and paid members, though the pay was lousy. She was their librarian, in charge of keeping their books, scrolls, manuscripts and other such written materials in an organized fashion, the more dangerous under a lock and key, one even she did not have, though she was aware of its owner.<br><br>Today was a quiet day, she had been studying a text on the Grindylows, how she ended up on the subject was a convoluted path she dared not duplicate, nor was she sure she could, but here she was reading a the thick leather bound grimoire on the subject, its pages in surprisingly good shape considering the age of the text and the fact it was made of reeds. It was when she turned the page to a drawing that had been hand painted and laced into the center of the book, one that was opposite the staff required to summon the Queen that her heart stopped. There was the unmistakable image of a bowl she had seen in an advertisement earlier in the day, one for the bowl, the second item used in summoning this evil water demoness.<br><br><em>The Queen of the Grindylows, to summon her forth, to bring back her greatness, so that she may rise from the lakes and devour all children whom live upon their shores, one would need the Lapiz Lazulis Tazza and the Water Reed Staff, a staff so ancient it felt at once brittle and alive in one’s hand, or so it is said. The Staff had been missing for eons, since the first calling of the Queen during the time of the Plague when so many children had died of illness; it was easy to forgive a few more deaths. It is believed to be held by a secret society who worshipped this Queen and her kind. <br><br>The bowl, forged using the coldest of waters of the deepest lake within Britain, during the dark months of winter, vanished and thankfully so, until now. The stand added much latter than the bowl itself, but that was the nature of art, was it not? </em><br><br>Frightened and excited she had phoned her mentor, the man who had introduced her to the society, the man who had adopted her when her parents had died tragically in a car crash when she was a mere child, Jonathon St. Claire and explained what she had seen. He had arrived an hour afterwards and asked her if she wanted to be the one to retrieve the bowl, it would need to be secreted away, kept from all those that might know of its dark past. She was exhilarated, saying yes before he finished his question.<br><br><strong>Present day</strong><br><br>Frumpy or mousy were words to describe the librarian, to even attend the auction she had taken the day after the discovery off and spent hours, staring at gowns, wasting her good hard money, saved to purchase more books for her own studies of course, on the dress. Finally settling on a dress of sea green, one that would offset her darker emerald green eyes; she had made appointments to have her nails and hair done.<br><br>There she stood, entering the auction, with her white gloved hands holding the auctioneer’s pamphlet a little too tightly, lest she shake, nervously looking around for what she thought might be the nearest cultist, too nervous to take food from the several caterers walking around with silver platters. Half of the items, she was unsure what they were or if they were edible, the delicate flowers on one plate, another with what looked to be raw fish and black eggs on toast. <br><br>Grabbing a glass of water, champagne would go to her head and she was too afraid to let the bubbly interfere with securing the item she had so desperately wanted to acquire. Her budge was $8500, an astronomical amount of money for the piece, it worth about four thousand as an art piece, she just prayed, her fingers unconsciously touching the silver crucifix under her gown that no one here knew its real purpose.<br><br>Finally the moment was upon her, the auctioneer describing the piece and then starting the bidding at two thousand, she had quickly raised her paddle, a little too high, her glasses sliding off her nose a bit. Pushing them up for a finger, she held her breath as she waited for someone else to bid, her heart sinking as a man with a loud yellow tie raised his paddle, so nonchalantly as if there was not a care in the world. Did he really want the item or was this a funny way to meet a girl? She raised hers again, and again, and again, staring at him with her eyes, begging, pleading for him to stop.<br><br>And then the price soared passed her budget and she had no recourse, unable to call and ask for more, she had to let it go, let it fall into hands and perhaps into something more sinister. <br><br>Disappointed, her heart crushed, her first journey outside of the library a failure, she hung her head down and wiped a single tear from her eyes, her massacre threatening to run. It was then she formulated a plan, perhaps the man was willing to sell it to her for a quick turn around. Calling her father, she was quickly explained the situation and he authorized an additional thirty-five hundred, up to twelve thousand. <br><br>Excitedly, she made her way through the crowd, the drone of the auctioneer and slightly drunk participants gnats in her ear as she focused on the one man and her goal of winning the bowl back from him. Meeting up with him before he had a chance to go purchase the item, he was in line to do so, thankfully there was a bit of back up.<br><br>”Excuse me, Sir; I was hoping we might have a chance to talk, perhaps over coffee or lunch?” she asked of him, a hint of nervousness shining through.
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				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>24-10-2007, 06:24:44</strong>
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				Zeke was standing in line to claim his object, when ‘hot chocolate’ caught his eye moving through the crowd.&nbsp; He quickly looked away – he’d been driven to distraction by a youngster!&nbsp; She was a little undersized, the top of her head reaching Zeke’s nose, and had the lean upper-body of someone who still had growing to do.&nbsp; Zeke didn’t mind a little trouble, but he drew the line at jail-bait.&nbsp; While not long on conversation, dating his right hand was tolerable until someone better came along.<br><br>He glanced at the woman processing the claims.&nbsp; She knew her business.&nbsp; Her blonde hair was tied up, revealing the perfect skin of her neck.&nbsp; The thin straps of the slinky silvery dress jumped over her collarbones in a hurry to more important destinations, and then kept to their separate ways until it didn’t matter anymore.&nbsp; Handing the fellow his envelope – Zeke could see her hands were like the rest of her: polished and cool - the ideal place to rest your eyes on for awhile.&nbsp; But she’d carefully stalk a mug of coco else the struggles for perfection be ruined in a moment of weakness.<br><br>He was distracted from his musings when the woman from the auction stood right next to him.&nbsp; She had her head down and was fiddling with something around her neck.&nbsp; Viewed from slightly above - the cling of her modest dress against her hips said that she was all grown up.&nbsp; Her green eyes sparkled through the lens of her glasses as she looked up, her moist lips were parted – for a kiss?&nbsp; No she was saying something.<br><br>Get a grip on yourself, he thought to himself, always hounding after women.&nbsp; Finding sex in everything.&nbsp; Put that nearly useless talent away and pay attention!<br><br>”. . . perhaps over coffee or lunch?”<br><br>He was caught off-guard.&nbsp; But it took a lot of courage for her to do that, he could no more disregard her bravery than he could rip out his own heart.&nbsp; Zeke figured she only wanted that bowl he’d purchased for Mr. Big.&nbsp; At the same time she was pretty enough, and besides Zeke was a little smitten.<br><br>“Aww I don’t know.&nbsp; I make it a rule never to eat unless I know the persons name.”&nbsp; He extended his hand, and felt her chilly fingers grip it.&nbsp; “Zeke Credible.”<br><br>“Beth St. Claire.”<br><br>“There.&nbsp; You see?&nbsp; Now I’ll have dinner with you.”<br><br>The fellow in front stepped aside and Perfect Blonde gave him in a winning smile that was like the sun coming from behind a cloud.&nbsp; “Excuse me a minute,” he said to Beth before turning to the sunshine.<br><br>“J. Ezekiel Credible, bidder six twenty nine for lot seven fifty.”<br><br>“Oh,” she said after searching for his name.&nbsp; “It’s just the letter.&nbsp; I was looking for Jay the name.”<br><br>“It’s just the letter,” grinned Zeke.<br><br>“What’s the letter stand for?” she said in a whispering flirt to him.<br><br>“What do you think it stands for?” he whispered back, playing the game.<br><br>Her forehead was momentarily disturbed by wrinkles from her cute frown, then she said, “Joseph.”<br><br>“Right.&nbsp; Got it in one,” he smirked.&nbsp; <br><br>She handed him his pick-up slip without a smile, “Next.”<br><br>He turned back to Beth.&nbsp; Not knowing what else to do, she smiled.&nbsp; She fell in step with him as Zeke stepped to a quite corner.&nbsp; He'd changed his mind about going through the motions of dinner - it wasn't fair putting her through all that.&nbsp; Girding himself to make the world a little less joyful, the expression on his face was correspondingly grim.&nbsp; He drew a breath to tell her to stop wasting her time – no dinner, no bowl, nothing, and what came out instead was “You know, your chances would be a lot better if you gave me your pitch about that bowl while dancing.&nbsp; How about we meet at the Copacabana tonight at seven o’clock?&nbsp; I’ll be the one wearing the tuxedo.”&nbsp; His eyes were lively now, and he had trouble keeping a foolish grin off his lips.<br><br>She would do that.&nbsp; Seven o’clock he said?<br><br>“If you really want to get in good with me – take a lesson from the&nbsp; Blonde Bombshell over at the pick-up desk.&nbsp; You’ve got the right raw material and a little alternate packaging would go a long way with me.”<br><br>He had to stop himself from chuckling with delight - watching the thoughts play across her face.&nbsp; First concerned dismay because she could read his expression that he’d changed his mind and was ready to call the whole thing off.&nbsp; Then wide-eyed alarm at having to learn to dance in a few hours, followed by a steely determination do to just that.&nbsp; Ending in a red-faced blush as it dawned on her that Zeke noticed she had other charms than pluck and brains.&nbsp; Being a field agent was much more challenging that Beth ever imagined.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>29-10-2007, 20:30:16</strong>
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				Completely uncomfortable in this surrounding she thought she might have to repeat herself as he stared at her blankly, no doubt attempting to determine what a fool she was to even attempt to speak with him, he so suave to her awkwardness. She was already distraught over the loss of the bowl, the man clearly had no limit on what he could spend on as far as she could tell from his attitude was a trinket to be put on display in a curio cabinet, if he only knew the darker side of it, if he only know what would happen if the shiny bowl could be used for in the wrong hands.<br><br>Attempting to smile, erase the worry lines that no doubt had appeared across her brow as they stood there, looking at each other, his gaze clearly on the bombshell not far from where they stood, Beth unsure she could ever look the part. <br><br>“Beth St. Claire"<br><br>"… Now I’ll have dinner with you.”<br><br>Her jaw dropped, stunned, the man had somehow twisted her words and they were to go to dinner that night, how was she to do her job, fetch the bowl from him when he had other plans in mind, was she to seduce him, was he seducing her? Confused, she shook his hand and allowed hers to drop almost with a thud against her skirt. <br><br>Focusing on the man, she listened to his flirtations, drank in his full name, though she doubted his first name was Joseph, she imagined he would have told her that any guess she came up with would have been correct, he seemed so at ease with himself, she wished she could have even an ounce of it. <br><br>Fidgeting, she almost tripped over her own left foot, just standing there, in the high heels; somehow she had managed to catch one in what must have been an imaginary crack, because when she looked down there was nothing that could have hindered her ability to stand still. Hoping he had not noticed, she shifted her stance, and then he turned on her again.<br><br>No Dinner, dancing, but I have not learned the more recent dances, how am I to learn them and come up with a plausible story or should I just lay down the truth for him and buy a dress, how could I even look like her, she was drop dead gorgeous. He knew what she was going to do, the pitch was obvious, she was the <em>only</em> other bidder, it was rather clear that she wanted the bowl and was willing to tell him her reasons for it. Attempting bravery, though it came out as if she were a scared puppy, she said, ”See you there, Zeke.”<br><br>Left standing along, she closed her moth again and then hustled off to do all that she needed to do. <br><br>Her first stop had been to emergency dance lessons; she begged and pleaded with the man to teach her the latest styles, thankful that she at least was not awkward when it came to the dance floor. Her father had forced lessons on her when she was young, he hoping she would not end up in the same field as he, the secret society where he spent most of his life, had lost a wife to his obsession, but though adopted, she was certainly identical to her father in every way, obsessed with the knowledge and her willingness to do what it took to get the job done. Her concentration elsewhere, the instructor yelled at her, she returning quickly to the present. Several hours disappeared as she finally was able to dance passably, a reminder yelled at her as she stepped from the studio.<br><br>”Just remember to let him lead and you should be fine,” the man shook his head, chuckling at the demands Beth had placed on him and the amount of time she had to learn them.<br><br>Next she went to the department store, no time to visit a tailor she had to settle for something previously made. Skipping all the stores she would have normally entered, she stopped in front of the one she had always passed, thinking it too sexy for her. Inhaling deeply and letting the air out slowly she stepped inside. ”I would like to purchase a dress that would impress even the most suave of men,” she said to the woman behind the counter. ”I have just the thing for you, sweetie.” And she did.<br><br>With less than an hour to spare, she hurried home, thankful the traffic was light enough for the taxi as she stripped in front of the mirror and put on the sexiest of panties, thankful for the instructions on how to put them on by the lady at the store. Next came the stockings, along with the garter belt around the mid-thigh, finally the dress, sleek, black with a golden rose on the hem. A single strand fell over her right shoulder; her left shoulder was bare, it fitting snuggly against her chest, as she wiggled until it was comfortable and just above her knees. Painting her lips once again, this time with a cherry red color, she smacked her lips together, smiled at the unrecognizable beauty before her in the mirror as she slipped on the high heeled sandals. <br><br>One last look and she decided she was ready. As the clock struck seven, she appeared just inside the door of Copacabana’s, heads turning as she swayed her hips, walking towards the man she hoped to win over with her charms. Draping an around his neck and curling her fingers along his ear, she whispered ”Good evening, Ezekiel, may I have this dance?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>31-10-2007, 01:19:25</strong>
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				Sitting in the back of the cab- both hands on the wooden crate in his lap – “The Four Seasons,” he said.&nbsp; While on the ride to the hotel he’d decided that she was just playing him and he was being a chump by allowing it.&nbsp; <br><br>The elevator door dinged open, and – both arms wrapped around the wood crate – he followed the small group of people inside.&nbsp; “Fourteen please,” he said – unwilling to let go of the box.&nbsp; On the way up he decided he wasn’t going to play the sucker for the dark haired cutie any longer.&nbsp; <br><br>He put the crate down in front of his room door, and unlocked the door.&nbsp; Following Mr. Big’s orders to the letter – one only deviated from the step by step instructions once and Zeke had done that many years ago – he placed the box in the shower and pulled the curtain closed.&nbsp; Beth, that was the brunette’s name: Beth.&nbsp; It seemed a waste to pack now – he’d do it tomorrow.&nbsp; Just because he was staying an extra day didn’t mean he was going to be Beth’s sap.<br><br>Sitting in the back of the cab – his hands in his lap – “Isn’t there a tuxedo shop near by?”&nbsp; Well just because he looked at the tux’s didn’t mean he had to rent one.<br><br>Standing in front of the mirror, being fussed over by the gray haired old man with the measuring tape looped around his neck, Zeke asked “Can you have the tailoring done by this evening?”&nbsp; Just because he was buying a tuxedo didn’t mean he was going dancing.<br><br>While finishing off the blue-plate special at the diner called ‘Nighthawks’, the napkin he left was scrawled with words: Beth, Elizabeth, Hot Chocolate, Lizzie, Eliza, Libby, Bette, Babeth, Lilli, Elise.&nbsp; Just because he was playing word games while having dinner didn’t mean anything.<br><br>The tailor was brushing some invisible lint from the shoulders of the newly tailored tuxedo, while Zeke was saying, “No I think I’ll wear it tonight.&nbsp; I’ll pickup my suit tomorrow.”&nbsp; Well, having come this far, he might as well hear the diminutive brunette out.<br><br>He was standing at the door, pointedly not tapping his foot, while watching the waiters bend and swerve around the tables that surrounded the dance floor.&nbsp; He caught the sight of . . . A walk that made Zeke glad he was a man.&nbsp; Her black dress was missing a shoulder strap, and a man could get lost in all the bare-shoulder curves: shoulder, neck, and a collarbone like the wing of a bird.&nbsp; It wasn’t polite gape at the bounce of the dress.&nbsp; Warmth bloom in his pants.&nbsp; No he defiantly positively didn’t want to think about the open space between her knees as she walked.&nbsp; Her legs didn’t go all the way up – they ended somewhere in the middle.<br><br>He regained his composure – he was, after all, not her plaything.&nbsp; Not J. Ezekial Credible.&nbsp; Warmth dissipated.&nbsp; He was . . . She stepped up close, near enough that he could feel her radiant body heat and catch a whiff of something delightful.&nbsp; Her warm bare arm touched his skin, and his ears ignited.&nbsp; She could feel the warm softness of this ears slip through her finger tips.&nbsp; Through her arm, she could feel the heave and fall of his chest beneath his white shirt and black jacket of his immaculate tuxedo.&nbsp; The dark pupils of his blue eyes were over-large as he gazed down at her.&nbsp; Zeke realized the his mouth was open.&nbsp; <br><br>Struggling with his reaction he wondered if he’d profoundly underestimated her, and that she was actually quite talented at bending men to her will.&nbsp; The enormity of that inspiration was made more pronounced by the sudden silence.&nbsp; There was nothing in the air but a low murmur and the click of glasses.&nbsp; Then a slow song started up.<br><br>“Please,” he smiled hoping his face didn’t look as red as it felt, “call me Zeke.&nbsp; You look fabulous.”&nbsp; <br><br>He motioned with his hand, and smiled.&nbsp; She smiled back and began to navigate a path to the floor.&nbsp; He followed, the willowy movement of her hips, given the extra wiggle of her high heels, was enhanced by the way her dress rode something underneath.&nbsp; It would bulge and grow, stretching the dress smooth and curved.&nbsp; Then that side would loosen and the growth and stretch would appear on the other side.&nbsp; She stumbled on a patch of water or something, and grabbed a man’s shoulder for balance.&nbsp; Zeke realized he’d missed an opportunity to feel her weight resting in his arms, and stopped his lethargic musings on a really fine ass.<br><br>He hated slow songs.&nbsp; She turned and he felt the slight weigh on his shoulder by her left hand, and the warm articulated softness of the other.&nbsp; “Shall we Foxtrot?” he suggested into her smiling uplifted face.&nbsp; She made him feel masculine and protective.<br><br>Sure he could do the steps, he had a natural grace and figured that’s why he enjoyed dancing.&nbsp; If the woman kept her distance – he could muddle through the embarrassment tolerably.&nbsp; Despite what was going on between his legs, he tried to behave as a gentlemen – and let the woman choose the intimacy of the dance.<br><br>After she’d taken an exaggerated first step back, Beth smoothly followed his lead, and her firm body motions under his left hand were exquisite.&nbsp; <br><br>He found slow dancing to be such an erotic experience that . . .&nbsp; sure enough here it comes.&nbsp; First is the pleasant warmth in his drawers.&nbsp; If it would stay at a low simmer, all would be well.&nbsp; But oh no.&nbsp; The warmth seemed to shrink his trousers, space becoming scarce.&nbsp; <br><br>The sensual nature of Beth moving in time with him, trusting him, following him, and remaining for him to guide further, it seemed as if – man and woman - they were one.&nbsp; Is that not sex?&nbsp; Feeling the way her hips swayed and swooped, how could a man dance without a pocket full of hard? <br><br>Swallowing his angst, he said in a low voice, “Why would someone want to pay thousands of dollars for that fancy extra-large cup?&nbsp; I did it because that’s my job.&nbsp; I work for a man everyone calls Mr. Big.&nbsp; He’s a strange character that lives behind a twenty foot wall.&nbsp; My father was his driver, but I’ve only seen him once in my life, and that from a distance.&nbsp; Mr. Big invented the safety pin - or some such thing, and is rich beyond measure.”<br><br>Talking shop was a good way to soften things up.&nbsp; The exception being when dancing with someone who’s green eyes were brought out by her fiery red lips.&nbsp; Zeke lost his train of thought, suddenly wishing that’d he’d shaved before this morning.<br><br>“. . . Ah so anyway.&nbsp; I’m something like a Johnny-on-the-spot for Mr. Big.&nbsp; Sometimes the curator.&nbsp; Oh yea.&nbsp; We think Mr. Big has this museum and a zoo behind his wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;By we I mean the other fellas that work form him.&nbsp; And the dames to.&nbsp; The fellas and dames that work for him figure he’s got this zoo and museum behind his wall see?”&nbsp; He paused moment, and tried to remember where this rambling monologue started.&nbsp; “So sometimes the curator gives me something with a note that says go and sell it.&nbsp; Sometimes I get a note in an envelope that says to go somewhere and do something.&nbsp; One time I went to San Francisco and purchased shares in a company.&nbsp; Another time I went to Atlanta to pick up a package.&nbsp; So last week I find a note in my box:&nbsp; go into town and buy this silly thing and bring it back.”<br><br>Zeke found he needed to catch his breath.&nbsp; He realized that a loose hair was tickling his nose, and decided that it would be more suave to just let it be.&nbsp; Having to moving away from his emerald-eyed partner with the cute button-nose to fix the tickle had nothing to do with his choice.&nbsp; Nothing at all.&nbsp; Not a thing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 23:34:13</strong>
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				She had been making it up as she went along, thankful amongst her research she had found the time to read some dime-store novels, thankful these same novels had bold heroines within, women who were full of adventure, cunning, women she admired but thought she was nothing like even as she attempted to be one. Hiding the tremor in her voice as he accepted the dance, she smiled, whispering into his ear, the one that was still color-tinged from her touch, ”You look incredible in the tuxedo, I could not have wished for a man more handsome, Zeke.”<br><br>If his face was reddened, which she did indeed notice along with the warmth in his pants as she brushed against him, her movement accidental though it would pass as her being overtly flirtatious accompanied by her words.<br><br>As they made their way towards the dance floor, she desperately attempted to keep balance on the heels, swearing under her breath that she had chosen ones that were too thin, ones that would show off her ass, which she was sure he was admiring the heat of his stare could be felt, but still, the concentrating it took to walk distracted her from the purpose of this engagement. She had to wile away the bowl from him, it must not fall into the wrong hands, she must convince him. <br><br>Just then she slipped, grabbing a man’s shoulder apologetically, he whirled about, the sneer on his face all but wiped away when he saw her. ”No, the pleasure was mine, my dear,” he said assuring she had her footing before returning to his partner. For his efforts, he received a slap from his girl, Beth mildly amused by the events as she turned to dance with Zeke.<br><br>Swallowing her natural shyness, she nodded but it was not for him though it did mean an agreement to Foxtrot, it was a confirmation to herself that she would make this dance as sensual as she could, her lines would be his lines, her movements his, she wanted there to be no distinction between them as they danced, it was arousing, and her cheeks flushed with the movements as she followed his every move, soon others heeded them allowing them more of the dance floor, they obviously one of the better pairs in the bunch. <br><br>The distance afforded them some privacy though she could feel the eyes of others around them, and she answered his question. She had muddled through so many variations on what she should say, the secrecy her organization called for remaining irksomely nagging in her head, but she knew this man, a con man himself would not buy a lie.<br><br>Staring directly into his eyes, her emerald greens she was sure were sparkling with her arousal, nervousness and need to explain herself as she listened to him talk of Mr. Big, her worry that the bowl was bought for more than just a collection increasing with every word he spoke, the places he talked about coincided with objects The Brotherhood had attempted to retrieve and fail, what was this man up to, she fretted, and then she relaxed again in his step, the dance soothing especially with him, he was an amazing dancer.<br><br>She began, her voice somewhat high in pitch at first though the words were never louder than a whisper as she attempted to keep prying ears from hearing what she had to say, ”What I am about to tell you is going to sound unreal, more than likely you will start to wonder if the beauty on your arm belongs in a lunatic bin, but I assure you all of what I say is true. I belong to an organization that protects objects that could be used to bring horrors to this world. I speak of those things that we have nightmares about as kids, all those mythological creatures that we were told lived under a bridge or in our closets, unfortunately they are not just myths, but are thriving in this world. The fancy extra-large cup, as you call it, is part of a ritual to summon a demon, I know it sounds as if I am attempting to pull your leg here,” she stopped, catching her breath as he brought her close in a dance move that called for the line of their bodies to be pressed against one another, his warmth, causing her to flush deeper as she suddenly wondered what it would be like to kiss his lips.<br><br>Shaking the notion from her brain, she returned to subject at hand, ”That being said, we are willing to offer you twelve thousand,” if she were more of a field agent she would have offered ten and then counter-offered when he refused, but she knew no better. ”to turn over the bowl, I don’t care if you pocket the extra cash and tell Mr. Big you could not get the bowl for him or if you tell him it was lost in transportation, but you have to understand it cannot fall into the wrong hands.” Her eyes were piercing as she spoke, delving into his soul or so he must have felt as she danced with him, her words sinking into his very being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 00:36:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; She could feel him unwind as they danced.&nbsp; His arms relaxed and his repositioned his hand on her waist.&nbsp; As she started in on her story, she felt him become a little anxious.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He could feel her remain tense uncertain.&nbsp; Then she launched into a story of monsters under the bed and things that go bump in the night.&nbsp; What rot!&nbsp; Why couldn’t she just dance with him, maybe step closer and rest her head against his chest?&nbsp; Why go through all this?&nbsp; He realized with a jolt that she was serious, and an unconscious frown darkened his expression.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; “That’s a lot of money,” he said.&nbsp; “What if I said the price wasn’t money?&nbsp; You could keep saying ‘we’.&nbsp; What if I wanted something else?&nbsp; What would you give for it?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 00:59:58</strong>
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				She watched as his disbelief took hold of him, watched as he dismissed her every word, he probably thought she was just a superstitious broad, one who had read too many horror books late at night, one who need a good dose of reality, to get away from her books. At least the last part was true, she certainly did need to get away from the dusty old books and see the world, this being her first adventure away from them and already she felt the failure, the realization of it marring her smile.<br><br>Stepping closer, so that only he could hear her words, suddenly embarrassed, her cheeks reddening with it, almost to the shade of her lips, as she finally realized his meaning, knew what it might be he wanted from her. Instead of answering the question, her dance steps decidedly close, her body brushing against his more often than not, whispering softly into his ear, attempting to make her voice sound sultry, ”And what is it you would be willing to give up the bowl for, Zeke?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 02:26:51</strong>
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				Someone must’ve turned the heat on, because Zeke was getting hot under the color.&nbsp; The way she brushed up against his knees was making it hard to think and he kept wondering if that fleeting touch on his chest was one of her perky bosoms.&nbsp; Still, he wasn’t as blushed as she was.&nbsp; Was it Zeke’s pickle in his pocket, or something more?<br><br>He took a breath to answer, but was still working out what she’d said.&nbsp; Him give up something to get rid of the bowl?&nbsp; He’d been testing her nerve, she was testing his brain.&nbsp; It wasn’t a fair fight.<br><br>Suddenly he realized how much fun he was having losing to her.<br><br>“Money doesn’t buy happiness,” he said.&nbsp; “I’m not tempted by the money.&nbsp; Unless I miss my guess – you already know what’s tempting me now.”<br><br>Gently he let the weight of his arms rest on her, drawing her up against him.&nbsp; He leaned over and whispered, “Is it so bad, leading me to sin?&nbsp; I’ve having a great time.” <br><br>She was resting slightly against the end of his pickle, and it was all he could do to keep his hand from sliding down her curves.&nbsp; That guy over there liked Beth’s curves to, but Zeke felt a sense of pride that she was with him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 00:16:55</strong>
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				He drew her to him, the move did not surprise, not completely, nor had the sensation of the bulge his pants, there was no doubt to what it could be, she was sure he did not keep a pen knife in his pocket, that could be much too dangerous, she flushed, even more so than she had previously, a marvelous color on her really, so bright compared to her normal complexion.<br><br>His manner, the way of him, he intrigued her, he was more than a brute, a thug, a man that was sent to do another man’s bidding, he some how had class, roguish though it may be; though she suspected it was this roguish nature that attracted her to him even more.<br><br>Wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing even closer, pressing her breasts to his chest, no longer was it a guessing game she was attempting to seduce him. Whispering softly against his cheek, her breath smelling of strawberries, “if I allowed you this temptation, if we gave into carnal lusts, would the bowl be mine?”<br><br>Smiling, a gleam in her eye, her thoughts whirled, had she just whored herself for an object, was she really willing to go that far to save it from nefarious hands?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 04:58:44</strong>
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				He looked into her gorgeous eyes, mulling over her offer and beginning to wonder if maybe that dumb-ass bowl was really more than a fancy vase.&nbsp; <br><br>“You’ve got yourself a deal Beth,” he whispered.&nbsp; Beth moving against his penknife filled his body with a toasty-warmth, and he wasn’t in too much of a hurry to close the deal.&nbsp; Besides he liked the feel of her half-walnuts against his chest.&nbsp; He wished his shirt wasn’t so stiff that he might feel them better.<br><br>“But I wonder if we first need some confidence building measures?&nbsp; You’re worried that I’ll take your carnal knowledge and run and I’m a little worried about the quality of your work.&nbsp; I’ve got the Lapis Lazlulu Tatta in my hotel room.&nbsp; Suppose I offered to let you in so you could look it over and handle it?&nbsp; What sort of kiss would I get?&nbsp; Say five seconds lip contact, French style, with no tongue and a squeeze of your bum?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>12-11-2007, 19:02:39</strong>
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				She relaxed, a sense of relief washed over her, he would feel that, she suddenly weighing slightly heavier in his hands, the bowl was hers and in return he would have his way with her, a small price to pay to protect the world from the evil that no doubt the bowl would have caused. She too was in no hurry, the man was an amazing dancer and it had been a long time since someone could cause her to think of something besides books or saving the world.<br><br>Eyes sparkling with their little game as she rubbed her leg between his, knowing the sensations would drive him closer to madness, somehow it came naturally to her and yet she knew not what she was doing, not really. A shy blush returned to her cheeks with his forward suggestion, her voice with a hint of a waiver, and some heat though she did not recognize it as such, ”Seems only fair, though if you do not mind, I would enjoy one more dance before we make our exit.”<br><br>Was she really going to leave the safety of the dance hall and return with this man to his hotel room? Was this the smartest thing to do? The bowl, she must remember it is the reason for her recklessness and perhaps a little fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>13-11-2007, 00:18:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; What started out as a slight steady pressure against his moderately stiff – whatever – it was now a pulsing - press release, press release.&nbsp; And there was no more moderate about it, it couldn’t hang around half-sized between the two trouser legs.&nbsp; It choose the left.&nbsp; If it would shift around and lie up against his tummy, then he'd be spared her taunting.&nbsp; He could do that, but he hated to ruin her fun.<br><br>He glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to his bulging eyes and heavy breathing.&nbsp; Either they didn’t notice, didn’t care, or were very good at hiding their interest.<br><br>“One more dance, yea” – the synchronized movement, man and woman moving together, he might make it that long.&nbsp; It was a good thing for Beth that the principle difficulty with men was not getting them all hot and bothered.&nbsp; Otherwise her clear lack of experience in seduction might have hurt her chances.<br><br>Zeke, on the other hand, was looking at either taking punishment without returning the same, or trying to put together a plan dealing with the hierarchy of female body parts.&nbsp; Without the benefit of a large protrusion – both giving feedback on how well he was doing, and making it easy to get to.&nbsp; Well two could play at the thigh-rubbing game. <br><br>With a sigh, he put his finger under her chin to lift her face, then touched his lips to hers for a just a moment.&nbsp; “That’s your half of the cab fare to the hotel,” he muttered with a grin.&nbsp; His large dilated eyes were sparkling with affection -&nbsp; because he genuinely liked this brave little woman, and wonder – what could this silly thing do?&nbsp; Well Zeke hated to mix business and pleasure – it would be a shame to ruin a perfectly good dance with shop-talk.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>14-11-2007, 01:11:00</strong>
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				Pressing closer to him had the desired effect for the both of them, she could feel how much she was arousing, her seduction, not that she would call it that, considering she was well aware of how bad she was doing, she just thankful he was male, they the easier of the two genders to convince, at least when it came to suggestive overtones. <br><br>His kiss as they waltzed towards the center of the floor, surprised her, took her breath away, her eyes wide with it, even as she returned it, she could not help herself, the man was dangerous, certainly someone daddy would not approve of bringing home and certainly someone she immediately was attracted to. "What else do you have in mind?" she asked before she realized the words had left her lips, she thankful the music began before he could answer.<br><br>As they took to the dance floor for one last round, she vowed it would be there best dance yet, dancing with abandon, no more worries, at least for this one single moment, would enter her cerebellum, sometimes she thought too much, she was aware of the fact, more so than she let on. With abandonment she danced, her body graceful, tantalizing and teasing, she swaying with the music, following his every lead, every chance they exaggerated the moves, she could hear the gasps from those around them, allured was the crowd and shocked, but she did not care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>15-11-2007, 01:39:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; The crowd was allured and shocked, and her partner was bewildered and surprised.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When she pivoted her body to stand beside and slightly in front of Zeke, leaning against him, following his every move – he realized that she seemed to be having a good time.&nbsp; Then she spun across him, along his arm, and they ended hand in hand arms outstretched.&nbsp; Her hips were swaying, and she didn’t seem to be self conscience about her wonderful behind any longer.&nbsp; She pulled her dress tight across her hips and gave Zeke a ‘bump’ showing a smooth full half moon, un-spoilt by undergarments.&nbsp; He lost his concentration at that, and lost track of his step.&nbsp; She spun his arms around herself until she was tight against his stomach – looking up and back at Zeke her index finger tracing a single swipe along his stubbly jaw – showing the flowing lines of her torso and the achingly tempting bumps of her bosoms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Then she spun in place and stepped a large step backwards, separating herself from Zeke by a full step.&nbsp; Moving in time with him, her hands pressed against her thighs – her body undulated as she moved – her hands rose to her waist as into a self-hug.&nbsp; Then the pulled herself free of her hands dragging them across her chest.&nbsp; Ending with one hand tucked behind her head, the other pointing to Zeke.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The she skipped forward, and pulled herself into a dip as the closing cords.&nbsp; Zeke tumbled on top of her, laughing a strong belly-laugh.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Where did you ever learn to dance like that?,” he panted as he pulled her to her feet, and waited for a moment for her slight wobble to subside.&nbsp; .&nbsp; Head spinning with the exercise trying to keep up with Beth, he claimed payment for viewing the object then and there.&nbsp; Maybe it was five seconds, maybe not.&nbsp; He was sure he got his bum squeeze, a full handful.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>18-11-2007, 15:34:21</strong>
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				Lost in his eyes as he took his kiss from her, the squeeze on her bum went unnoticed as she tasted those lips upon her own, she parting hers ever so slightly as she pressed tightly against him. She had kissed before, but nothing like this, nothing had felt so alive before, so exhilarating as this one kiss, every nerve in her tingled, her eyes alight with it, and then it was over, he pulling back after a mere five seconds and she desperately wanted more, but refrained from giving him another, though more than likely he would see the affect he, it had upon her.<br><br>Slipping her hand in his, she led him from the dance floor and towards the coat room, there they retrieved their coats, hers a black long coat, one to keep the chill of the night away, another purchase for the evenings events, no doubt she would have a whole new wardrobe at this rate, perhaps next time she would not feel so out of her league when purchasing it.<br><br>Stepping out into the street with one foot, she whistled and called out ”Taxi!” with a practiced skill, much to the chagrin of the doorman, he obviously annoyed and amused that she had usurped his duties. It was not long before the Taxi arrived and as she suspected, behind his façade hid a gentleman, Zeke opening the door for her and allowing her to climb in before running around to the other side of taxi. He gave directions to the driver and then leaned back, looking her over, admiring what he saw, she had gone all out for him, of that he had no doubt. ”So tell me more about you, the organization and the object you seek,” &nbsp;he whispered in her ear.<br><br>She smiled, shivered with his warm breath on her ear, his closeness off the dance floor continued to exhilarate her but there was an edge of fear to her excitement as the adrenaline settled, just a little. Placing a finger upon his lips, she whispered, ”Not here, I will tell you everything once we have arrived and I have seen it.”<br><br>With that she slid her finger off his lips and leaned against the window, watching as the buildings crept by, traffic bad even at this hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 23:51:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Zeke left her to her contemplations of the night-life of New York city, wondering if this was another one of her tantalizing seduction techniques.&nbsp; Set the hook, and leave them wanting more?&nbsp; His own contemplation, out of the corner of his eye, was the graceful turn of her ankle in contrast with the spike-heel sandal she wore.&nbsp; Was that a metaphor for Beth as a whole?&nbsp; The first dance she was warm, friendly, and modest.&nbsp; The next she was bold, confident and sensual.&nbsp; What had he gotten himself involved in?&nbsp; His contemplation was interrupted when the doorman opened the cab door.&nbsp; They had arrived.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In low tones, Zeke explained that he first need check for messages – as per orders of Mr. Big, and then they’d take the elevator to the eighth floor, room 812.&nbsp; While not strictly necessary that he do this, he was sensitive of the fact that Beth’s concerns about involving herself with him – even unto to physical intimacy – must dwarf his own.&nbsp; In her place, he’d have a hard time controlling a nervous tap of his foot, or trembling hands.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; While riding the elevator he tried to remember if she’d mentioned a boyfriend.&nbsp; She wore no wedding or engagement ring.&nbsp; He wondered how his fellow men let a woman of such gumption remain unclaimed.&nbsp; He marveled at their&nbsp; - blindness?&nbsp; stupidity?&nbsp; what?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Your floor sir,” said the attendant interrupting Zeke’s reflections.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He opened the door and led her in.&nbsp; Turning on the lights. . . <br><br>(http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w261/DonJasper/Room.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; . . . he offered to hang her coat, his rented restroom for her to fresh-up, a drink from the rented mini-bar, and finally to make herself comfortable on the available furniture.&nbsp; He absented himself a moment and returned from the restroom carrying the small sturdy wood crate.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Well this is what all the fuss is about,” he said gently resting it the floor, and kneeling next to it.&nbsp; He loosened the latches, opened the top, shifted the excelsior packing, and lifted the Tazzara using his finger tips.&nbsp; For the first moments of the evening his attention wavered from Beth, as he rotated the object to view it better.&nbsp; Then he set it on the table, and sat back opposite Beth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Are you certain that you’ll exchange carnal knowledge for that?” he asked in a low tone as he got up and sat next to Beth.&nbsp; Her eyes were so pretty.&nbsp; He ran his fingertips – just brushing her collarbones – leaving a slight tingling across the refined contours of her shoulders.&nbsp; The heaving of her breath, and therefore her bosoms, warmed his crotch inspire of himself.&nbsp; He slipped a single finger under the single strap of her dress, and leaned so that their noses were all but touching, “I mean real intimate, and perhaps degrading knowledge, enthusiastically given?”&nbsp; Gods!&nbsp; His heart was pounding, and his cock was warm.&nbsp; How tempting WAS this?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “What is it that makes this thing so important to you?”, he gasped out.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 20:29:31</strong>
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				It was torture the cab ride for her, the mind wrestling with the soul, she had not wanted to debase herself had not wanted to bed the man so that the bowl would be safe in the hands of the Brotherhood. Sure she liked the man, it was hard not to like his flamboyant nature, he so suave compared to her own mousy ways, despite the elegance of the dress, the long lines as she strolled in those high heels.<br><br>Worry set in as she stared out the window and watched the world seep by, she would not back down, she too determined to retrieve the object that could cause undue harm upon the world and yet she knew she was not ready for field work, could she pull it off so it seemed seamless, is that what he wanted her to do? Did Zeke like the woman that was behind the façade or did he want the façade, the woman be damned. Peace was not to be had as the thoughts swirled aimlessly about, none of them answered, none of them had she expected to be asked. <br><br>Suddenly a rush of cool air was upon her, the door she had leaned against opening, she barely recovering from stumbling outwards, standing quickly a hand upon the doorman to steady herself. To anyone else it would have appeared she had had too much to drink, but she had not had a drop, it was all nerves.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for the briefest of moments and summoned the courage to go through with the machinations of being his damsel, being his doll. Her smile broadened and she folded hooked her arm in his as they waltzed into the lobby and to the front desk. He checked for messages, there had been none, she had bit her lower lip during the time, all of her concentration set upon stilling her foot, which given any other time period would have been tapping to the soft music playing throughout.<br><br>Turning they strolled through as if they owned the place and perhaps this night they did, others looked up from what they were reading, the couple at the bar who had been silently chatting, the girl leaning heavily upon the man, glanced at them and bowed as if they were royalty. It gave Beth a sense of pride along with the tinge of self-conscious. It was the kick in the pants she needed to make this night a success.<br><br>Her nerves turned to steel as the door opened on the eighth floor, she comfortably walking at his side as she took her to her room, she smiling, an inner glow slipping around her, brightening her cheeks with a golden hue, her toothy smile ever-present. <br><br>Entering, she slipped off her coat, almost shirked it off as if to throw it into his awaiting arms. Waiting until he had returned from the bathroom, she disappeared before he could ask his question.<br><br>“Yes, I think I will freshen up,” she said, disappearing into the small bathroom, purse clutched in her fingers. <br><br>Staring into the mirror, she did not recognize the woman before her, gone was the researcher, in her place a woman aware of her sexuality, aware of her affect on this man and ready to take every advantage of it. Satisfied with her make-up, she turned off the light and returned to him.<br><br>Pausing as he opened the crate, her heart suddenly stopping within her chest as she stared at the object, the tazza. Falling into the chair opposite him, she looked to him and then to the swirling blue object before them and before he could stop her, she reached out and touched it. Running her fingers along the base of it and up along its curve, she caressed it as a man would caress a lover, before she met his eyes.<br><br>Swallowing as he rose, she had not noticed he had moved until she felt his finger upon her collarbone, she starting, her nose brushing his gently as they stared into each other’s eyes.<br><br>Without hesitation, she whispered, her words but a breath as they slipped from her lips and caressed his ears, “yes, I would, this one night I will be yours in every way imaginable, if in the morning the object leaves with me.” <br><br>But she did not stop there, instead, she curled her fingers around his neck and pulled him towards her, pressing her lips to his and sinking into the most passionate of kisses. Her lips parted and she tasted him for the first time, heat rising from her very center, she moaning ever so slightly into it. Only when she thought she could breathe no longer did she seek a breath, her eyes afire.<br><br>It took all of her strength to pull away from him, took all of her abilities, so very limited to scoot far enough away so that there was space between them. “So what is your answer, Zeke, will you give into carnal lust or should I gather my coat and leave?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lapis lazuli Tazza (DonJasper and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>26-11-2007, 22:55:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; The words “every way imaginable” were still wrapping themselves in Zeke’s addled brain when her bright-red lips touched his.&nbsp; Drawing inspiration from the color of lipstick, they set Zeke’s heart on fire.&nbsp; The warmth in his chest spread up his neck to his face and ears, driven by the sudden thudding of his heart.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She’d found her way.&nbsp; It was not through idealized perfected glamour – marvelous to behold at a distance, but calculated and mechanical to touch.&nbsp; Sweetness.&nbsp; The hint of scent in the vapors that Zeke drew in through his nose.&nbsp; Charm.&nbsp; He was intoxicated by it – it lightened his head and lost his focus.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Every way”&nbsp; Her lips opened and still she drew him to her.&nbsp; The fire spread to the flesh between his legs.&nbsp; Space was becoming short as Zeke began to swell, warm and grow more sensitive.&nbsp; He noticed something soft and warm against his chest.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her mouth – her body – was open to him.&nbsp; What gamut would she run to keep her promise?&nbsp; Degradation – would she wade through his bodily wastes to please him?&nbsp; Force herself to be aroused by squalid objects?&nbsp; Pain – would she force herself through suffering to gratify him?&nbsp; Make herself a prisoner to agony until his seed release?&nbsp; Visions of her in abject humiliation and misery making him all-powerful – strong – significant – swelled his shaft to rigid attention.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Imaginable”.&nbsp; His hard, hot cock pressed against his clothing.&nbsp; It was a pleasant sort of touch, it stoked his heat – and he drew breath to feed the flames.&nbsp; A sound – of contentment and pleasure – now added masculine-pride to the tidal wave.&nbsp; He breathed her breath into his lungs, into his body – her sweetness becoming a part of him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His . . . what&nbsp; . . . becoming a part of her?&nbsp; What had he to match her charm?&nbsp; He forced his mind to find an answer.&nbsp; The gears began to turn, and his sordid temptations faded.&nbsp; He could never subject another human being to mistreatment of any kind . . .<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She’d finished, and he found himself alone, and cold.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>. . . certainly not one who’s welfare he cared about.&nbsp; He was still too awash with Beth to think straight.&nbsp; Weight was returning, and his fingers found their way to his lips.&nbsp; He took a breath and said “What –“&nbsp; Lost his train of thought, and squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment – gathering himself.&nbsp; He lowered his hand into his lap, next to his erection.&nbsp; He could feel the heat leaving his face and ears, but Mr. Stiffy was still proud and tall.&nbsp; For a pickle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Why do you want that- ”, he waved in the general direction of blue, “- so much?”&nbsp; A new emotion – wispy as smoke - too faint to yet put a name to, had&nbsp; wafted&nbsp; into the room.&nbsp; When in it’s coalesced form, people called it fear.<br>
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