Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)
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				Title: <strong>Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 17:49:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">Whitstable, England, November 21st, 1799</div><br>Night had come on, foggy and sullen, bringing with it the faint stench of the harbor. The Red Lion Inn below was becoming busy enough, what with a ship arriving from India, its sailors laden with money and tales of the comely dark-eyed nymphs of Calcutta and Bombay. To many of them, the whores of the port and the faces of wives would forever be replaced with those dusky beauties and their dreams would ring with that music and be perfumed with henna and jasmine.<br><br>Rose Snowdon had no way of knowing that. All she knew was that one of her better customers was apparently back and would probably be in a foul mood. She loved a violent roll, provided the blows were on her terms. Once upon a time, she'd come here, seeking employment as a seamstress. And sew, she still did. But, the officers would always pay double to romp with a clean woman, especially one with curling black hair and shapely nut-brown thighs. It kept her in a decent garrett, with decent food and rum. <br><br>She'd bartered with one of those same officers for a huge piece of brilliant pink Indian silk, covered in fine gold embroidery, and cut it into a frock that would hopefully entice her guest of the evening. As Rose hung her usual yellow scarf out the window, it occurred to her that maybe her caller wouldn't appreciate the touch. It was too late now. If he beat her, well, that would serve her for putting on airs, wouldn't it?<br><br>There was his knock. Best to play coy with him. She took up her comb and settled at the dingy mirror. "Come in," she called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 18:16:14</strong>
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				The door swung open and Inego looked around and sighed “The gentleman says to inform you that he will not be needing your….’services’ again he wishes you the best of luck in your life and bids you farewell.” As soon as he finished saying this Inego was about to turn around and walk out but paused taking a second look at the woman in the room she was quite attractive….and her complexion was not easily found in these parts “if you don’t mind my asking…..Is the lady from another land?” he asked. The wheels in his mind were already turning, he had hit quite a bit of bad luck on his most recent trip to the far east, losing all of his holdings and coming back with little more than the shirt on his back, but perhaps things could change? Maybe she was someone with connections in the east? It surely didn’t hurt to at least try to find out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 19:28:18</strong>
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				"What?" Rose slapped the comb down and whipped around to fix him with brilliant, blue-green eyes, burning with fury. "It's that bitch Anne Kempe, isn't it? She's given him the clap! I'll wring her neck like a hen!"<br><br>The comment about her origins made her start. "No," she said sharply, "I'm from Folkestone. Why? What the devil are you staring at anyway?" A sharp draft came from the door and she grabbed an old shawl against the chill. "Oh, well, you may as well come in and get warm by the fire. There's hot rum in the kettle. You may as well have the best of it, since he won't!"<br><br>Damn. So, he was shucking her off. Rose should have expected it. Some Rani in a harem had probably tempted him away and was feeding him grapes or dates or whatever they had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:52:21</strong>
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				Inego nodded “Thank you for your kindness” he said as he walked to the fire and fixed himself some rum. It was a bit disappointing that she wasn’t of exotic origins he could have possibly made some money bringing her back….oh well.<br><br>He finished pouring himself his serving then looked over at the woman again she was quite attractive if a bit un-refined he could see why the old captain had taken a liking to her he took a small drink of his rum before asking “Shall I fix some for you as well?” his mind already trying to cook up how he would be able to get back the money he had lost and then some… he was again struck by just how exotic she looked considering her true origins with a little imagination it wouldn’t be hard to believe that she was from some far off land…… <br><br>A small smile spread across Inego’s lips as a sudden idea flashed into his head he paused wondering how just to approach the subject before asking “So then I take it you no longer have any…….callers?” he asked trying to place the question a bit delicately “Seeing as you don’t seem the sort to consort with just anyone and the Captain was not a man to share things well”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:24:26</strong>
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				"Not since the summer," said Rose, pouring herself a drink, despite his offer, "they've all gone to the Indies and the Americas where it's warm, looking for Creoles and temple dancers. Damn their eyes. I made damn sure I stayed the best thing in town. I won't truck with diseases and I work to make this shithole as nice as I can. I even learned a bit of Hindustani for them. Went and saw a play about a pasha, and tried to use that. Bastards."<br><br>She gave her guest a long, appreciative look. "What about you? For a few shillings I'm willing. Anything those sluts in the street are afraid to do, I'll take. Just about." She leaned back gracefully on the old sofa, mimicking an engraving of the Queen of Sheba she'd nailed up in the corner. One hand rested on her breasts teasingly, the other drew her long dark hair above her head. Her glittering skirts inched up, revealing a shapely calf and ankle and a small, slightly grubby but elegantly pointed foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:35:18</strong>
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				Inigo smiled widely now grinning, the wheels were turning indeed! He set his glass of rum down and then looked her over once again muttering to himself “yess…a bit of work….some water….this could work….” <br><br>He then spoke up looking the woman right in the eyes “that is a very nice proposal” he said “but I have a better one….one that if you accept has the potential to prove profitable for the both of us.” He let his words hang for just a second “have you ever considered traveling?” he asked “I don’t mean to the east but rather to the interior, to London perhaps?...” <br><br>Inego knew he would have to explain a bit more than that to catch her ear “I only ask because as I’ve said you do have a bit of eastern look to you, and with some work, and practice, and the right connections and preparation you could easily pass for a woman not of this country…most men in London have never known and never will know a woman from beyond England, not even most nobles, or rich merchants…That is why your business could prove much more profitable in another location, I know all about the Indies, I just arrived from them, I can show you how to look, talk, act, and even think like one of their women, and I can connect you with rich men who would be interested in such women…for a price of course… have I caught your interest? Or shall I leave?” as soon as the words left his mouth Inigo realized that he had moved straight to the point but who was he kidding he was desperate for another shot and was not about to let this one slip by.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:14:04</strong>
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				Rose's eyes narrowed cat-like at the proposal. He seemed like a liar, true, but not where money was involved. Not his own, at any rate. It sounded like a clever idea. She was dark, certainly, and years of watching the rich wives that snubbed her in the street had shown her how to move and behave like she had money. But, to act the Rani...?<br><br>"Never work," she grunted, sitting up again, "I'm no Hindu whore and surely they'd notice if I--." She stopped. Now, she was thinking. A tale of a shipwreck, pirates, and maybe a little exile. Jewels in her hair and silk draperies that left so little to the imagination. No doubt she'd freeze to death unless she had a house with a good fire. All of it would take money from the start.<br><br>"Maybe it would," she conceded, "Anyway, rent's come due, so I'm up for any possibility. You have my services. It'd take a bit of money to start, though. Any whore can say she's from the Indies. If we could set you up as a lord of some kind, you could always say you bought me or rescued me or something romantic like that. Would an Indian spread her thighs for money if she's well-born or does it matter, since they'll never know the truth?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:25:02</strong>
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				Inigo laughed “An Indian woman would spread her thighs for anyone as long as it was commanded of her by her lord, very class oriented they are, if you’re above you’re above and that will never change…” he winked playfully as his mind raced on, “you’re right though it will take some money but I know how we can get out hands on some…” he paused as he thought it over some more “now then, I can create a nice story for use to work on, and I can provide the start up funds all you need do is provide the body….which so far you seem to have, and the willingness to undergo the training I have in mind for you.” He nodded thoughtfully again as he stood up “I must be going but I’d like for you to come by the room I’m renting&nbsp; tomorrow evening” he quickly wrote down the address of said room on a small piece of paper and left it on her table “be prepared to finalize our agreement then” he said “if you don’t arrive I will assume you have changed your mind” <br><br>Without another word Inigo quickly left the room closing the door behind him, he knew himself and if he did not leave he would wind up talking her out of her clothing and he had no intention of bedding her just yet, it could possible spoil the business he had planned…much better to wait for tomorrow.<br><br>He then made his way towards town he had many things to do but when they were done he would be that much closer to the high life again!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:08:02</strong>
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				The next evening, Rose decided to not only take Inego up on his offer, but to show how willing she was to try it out. She plundered the bed linens and crafted herself what she believed was a good replica of what she'd be wearing in her role. She draped and cleverly wrapped one around her over a chemise and wound a turban out of another, before using soot to line her eyes and donning a few cheap trinkets.<br><br>She made sure she arrived under the cover of twilight, hidden in an ancient black cloak, to conceal her outlandish raiment. She knocked on his door as the town clock struck ten and waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 15:59:21</strong>
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				Inego opened the door, and smiled pleased to see that she was at least still interested in his plan “come in” he said calmly as he ushered her inside “I’ll be right back go ahead and have a seat on the bed” he said nodding at the bed in the center of the otherwise empty room, as he said this he walked over closing the curtains to the room’s only window, next he placed another log on the fire and closed the book he had been reading.&nbsp; He then turned back to Rose smiling as he looked her up and down “Now then I take it that you’re at least willing to attempt going through with my plan.” He said “If I’m wrong please say so now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 19:19:37</strong>
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				"You're right, I'm still interested," she said, "I can only hope you have the money to get us started. And how do we start?" She threw off her turban and shrugged off the sheets, seemingly unconcerned with being practically naked in front of him.
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				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 20:22:30</strong>
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				Inigo nodded “I have the money” he said calmly “and we start by seeing you naked, so far you’ve proven to be exactly what I’m looking for from a physical standpoint but I need to be sure that the rest of you is up to par.” He said all of this in a very businesslike manner, this was money….his money that would soon be made. <br><br>He gestured to Rose “once you’re done removing your clothes I’d like for you to lay on the bed….to pose if you will, try to look as provocative as you can” without even a second glance Inigo began rummaging through his small bag, searching for a notepad he kept, wanting to catalog anything that would need to be done to help Rose fit her part.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 17:24:48</strong>
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				Rose smirked and threw her chemise off, standing tall for him to judge her figure and skin, before climbing onto the bed and posing like an odalisque, back arched and bracing on her elbows, highlighting a full, round bosom and sleek shoulders.<br><br>She was blessed with a curvaceousness and grace that most farm girls, despite the poetry, could only wish for. A single beauty mark seemed strategically placed on her right breast and another on her left hip, deep brown against her soft, otherwise unmarred brown flesh. Her black hair flowed back, almost to her knees, and her red mouth quirked into a wicked, mocking smirk. Her long legs were spread ever-so-slightly, sturdy thighs tapering to the same smooth calves and ankles. She could do with a bath, like so many of her fellow lower class girls, and probably a decent lesson in how to speak her native tongue, not to speak of Hindustani. She was immodest, sharp-tongued and as bad a little hell-cat as any of her rivals, but she had the look. Her blue-green eyes, the color of tropical waters, were perhaps the only non-exotic element and yet, the unusual color somehow added to the intense feeling that one was looking at some princess of the East.
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				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 17:47:25</strong>
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				Inego smiled, she was exactly what he was looking for, perfect for the role she would play.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself, she was also a bit of a tease but that was ok especially considering the job he intended for her to perform. He took few quick notes then motioned with his pen “good now roll over and let me see the front, once again pose as seductively as you can.” He already noted that she would need a bath, as well as to have her hair groomed, meaning a combing of that hair which grew from her head and a culling of almost all other hair, while it may be in style in England it surely wasn’t in the east.<br><br>As he waited for her to comply he said “We will first work on teaching you to look the part, both in how you keep your body, how you move, how you smell, how you dress, then we will teach you to act it. I’ve secured travel for us to get to London we leave tomorrow and by the time we arrive I’d like to have you at least looking your part it will be hard work and you will have to do EVERYTHING I say without question. Can you handle that?” he asked curious to see just how much if any attitude or resistance he was going to be facing with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 15:59:04</strong>
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				Rose rolled over, showing him a surprisingly smooth belly and brown nipples. She appreciated this almost clinical appraisal. He wasn't judging how best she could please him, only how well she was shaped and how much money that would bring in.<br><br>"So, in other words, you want me to keep my damn mouth shut and act deaf and dumb except to you, and be a good little pupil for the schoolmaster. I can live with that arrangement, but let's get something clear. I won't be cheated. If I get any less than my fair share, I'll make sure I get it."
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				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 04:17:59</strong>
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				Inego laughed “for now yes I think it would be best if you kept your mouth shut.” He then looked her body up and down “we will need to remove that pubic hair” he said calmly “as a matter of fact we will need to bathe you as soon as possible…and as for cheating you I have no intention of stealing from my partner.” He then made a few more quick notes before saying “Now then I’ve prepared a bath for you, and kept the water heated I’d like to get you cleaned up so that I can see what you look like afterwards” with that he nodded towards a small tub pushed into the right corner of the room “Go ahead and bathe.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:28:10</strong>
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				A bath? Rose hadn't expected this. For a moment, there was an irrational feeling of doom, like the water would boil her alive. But, she stepped in gingerly and began to scrub. "How am I supposed to get the hair off?" she demanded as she went to work on the backs of her knees, "Be a shame to cut myself up with a razor. Bet they won't like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:07:54</strong>
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				Inego laughed a bit “I bet they wouldn’t” he said mockingly “but I can shave you if need be, I know what I’m doing with a razor and it wouldn’t be too difficult.” With that he pulled out a small straight edge razor and nodded at Rose “Once you’ve gotten yourself clean let me know and I can give you the razor or use it on you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Princess Zorya, or A Delicious Dupe (Urbanzorro and Anastasia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anastasia Lockhart</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 06:49:20</strong>
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				"I'd rather you did it," said Rose, "I don't trust myself with a razor unless I'm taking it to a throat. Seems killing somebody is easier than shaving them."
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