Private Eyes
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				Title: <strong>Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-02-2008, 10:11:35</strong>
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				The room itself is not overly remarkable. It's a large room, the main stock area of an unused warehouse along the dock side of town. The heavy stench of salt, fish and gasoline permeates the open area. A single bare bulb hangs down from the middle of the ceiling, dimly illuminating the single wooden chair set in the center of the large floor. Currently a figure is tied to the chair, blindfolded and gagged. The figure is a teenaged girl, possibly about 13, who has nothing to do at the moment but sit and think. <br><br>Up in what would have been the manager's office if the warehouse were in use, another figure leans back in a comfortable office chair, setting long, shapely legs on top of the desk and crossing them at the ankles. Only another hour, and then she can ditch the little girl and go home to get some sleep. The figure is dressed entirely in figure-hugging black, the soft material accentuating every detail about the woman's trim silhouette. Nothing is very discernible, as her features and her hair are obscured by the same material, but that tends to be the point.<br><br>A small stack of cash is on the desk in front of her, next to an ashtray and a short glass of brandy. The figure flicks the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, already finished counting the money. Since it's all there, the girl goes back and the figure doesn't have to do anything drastic. Which is good, because she doesn't want to, and never does. It's all about the money, here, and has nothing to do with the people involved or her own personal grudges. Business is business, after all.<br><br>After some time, the figure drops her legs off of the desk and stands, finishing her drink. She stubs the cigarette out in the ashtray and heads for the office door, heading off to bring the little girl back to her parents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>10-02-2008, 10:40:57</strong>
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				Arnold Masters had been a cop for over ten years in the L.A.P.D. his dedication to the 'cause' having taken him a bit too far on multiple occassions, especially the one where he got fired for breaking a subject's arm during questioning. Now sitting in his corner office the veteran police officer turned Private Eye was cleaning his gun out with a brush, the snub .38 laying comfortably in his hand. Eyes stared at the door.<br><br>The phone rang quietly in the front room, the office where a secretary sometimes sat during the day. Though right now, wasn't the day as Arnold walked to the front and picked up the phone. "Arnold, this is Thomas Greenly", he remembered Greenly, young guy, moved here from Illinois with his family and joined the force, Arnold had been his training officer, "Yeah, what you've got.. shit, you still trying to catch him?", he shook his head and penned it down.<br><br>Wasn't often the cops employed private eyes, but Greenly having been turned watch-commander had a good feeling that Arnold might be finding things that other cops couldn't seeing as they were restricted by law and things, for now Master's returned to his office, grabbing the coat. "Lets hit the local dive-bars first..", he wondered and placed six bullets into the revolver, slipping it into the cover as he head out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 03:05:43</strong>
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				Tail's is a little hole in the wall bar downtown, but on the seedy side of downtown. It's the kind of place someone wouldn't expect to find a girl like Ivy Singer, let alone catch her tending the place. The redhead is curvy, but a bit tall for most of her patrons' tastes, which keeps her from being hassled too much. She dresses nicely enough, running around in a black flared skirt that goes to mid-thigh and a white button-down shirt, rolled up to just below the elbows. She wears a small apron on the front of the skirt, to keep spills off of it and to keep odds and ends in the pockets. Her hair is usually pulled back in a messy ponytail, wisps of hair falling forward around her face as the night goes on. She keeps up a good banter with her guys, and is known as a bit of a flirt, but she's never gone home with anybody, and intends to keep it that way.<br><br>It used to be her uncle's bar, and she took over it after he passed on. Before that she was just sort of a drifter, staying with her dad 'till her dad wasn't travellng anymore. It's not so bad, working the bar, and she lives up above it, where she can keep an eye on it in case anything goes bad. There aren't any close neighbours to be spying on her, although that means that there's nobody around if there's trouble. For that reason, Ivy keeps a shotgun under the bar - never had to fire it; staring down the barrel of that thing is usually enough to make people settle down - and a pistol in her own apartment. Can't ever be too careful. Thankfully, she hasn't needed it so far, either.<br><br>Ivy grins at one of her regulars, Danny, as he sits down at the bar. "Heya, Dan. Hiding from the wife again?" She winks at him as she sets down his jack'n'ginger, then leans against the bar as Danny goes off on the latest spousal injustice. She coos to him in the appropriate places, but she only half-listens as she checks out the turnout tonight. Not bad for a Thursday. Tomorrow should be even better. She suppresses a smile, since she doesn't want Danny thinking she's happy about his troubles, but really, she's kinda happy. It's been a good week. A very good week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>12-02-2008, 06:39:21</strong>
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				Arnold Masters stopped the taxi he was sitting in the back off, the cabbie looked back but there was already ten bucks on the backseat for him to grab as the door slammed shut and Arnold stared into the sky as the first crackle of thunder rolled over the city. Illuminating it in a hellish glow, grabbing the door to Tail's with his hand he stepped in. One or two patrons recognizing the older Cop turned PI grumbled and shot there drinks in, walking away.<br><br>Not that Masters mattered, wasn't like he was there for them. Placing his coat on the hanger the .38 hanging on his side shone into place, but immediately went out of sight as well as he took his place at the bar. Staring at the attractive Red, Arnold used the bar mostly for business, but sometimes came in for a drink in general, not tonight though. He was on the hunt, as Ivy approached him he smiled, "Can I ask you some question's sugar?", his eyes staring into Ivy's as he grabbed a pack of smokes from his jacket pocket and whipped two out, offering one to Ivy as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 01:26:22</strong>
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				<em>Well, shit</em>. Ivy sees him walk in before most of her patrons do, leaning over to serve drinks to a couple cardheads in the corner. As expected, the guy whose bearing just screams ex-cop flushes out half her patrons, and makes the other half less in the drinking mood. Still, he probably can't help what he used to be, and he doesn't look like he's on the force anymore. Looks burned out, if you ask Ivy. She's seen him around here and there, but never had much reason to do more than brnig him his liquor and smile. <br><br>She does the second one now, going up to him at the bar and greeting him chirpily, "Sure, doll, if you tell me what you're having before you start in with your asking." She takes the cigarette and leans in for him to light it, her full lips pursing around it to hold it in place for the lighter. She rests her hands on the bar for balance so she doesn't tip over from leaning so far in, and while she isn't much one for flashing a guy she may as well have just met, she can't help the fact that her top's unbuttoned just enough to give just a little glimpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 05:47:28</strong>
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				Ivy can see the man's eyes shift for a moment as his thumb rolls along the wheel, the flame sparking to life. Allowing Ivy to pull back after she suckles on the cigarette, placing the lighter in his pocket he smiles. "Just a Jack without anything Sugar, as for my question. Here on some business.. been out on the look for a kidnapper, probably one of them who boozes a girl or boy up then takes em with and auctions them off", he waited for his drink and sipped it slowly, ".. you know anyone in your bar who can fit that?", the older man asked. His eyes staring out beneath his dark eyebrows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 06:07:42</strong>
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				She pulls away once the cigarette is lit, reaching for a glass as soon as he makes it known what he wants. Her hands move almost absently, scooping ice into the glass before setting it on the small counter behind the bar and picking up the bottle of booze. "What kinda business are you in that you're worried about that? Your girl get scooped up by some sweet-talker?" She smiles at him, making it clear she's teasing, then sets his drink in front of him. "Here you go. As for seeing anybody like that..." She shrugs a little, taking a long draw off of the cigarette, then exhaling the smoke thoughtfully. "You know, people, they come in here and they're all here to get liquored up." She shrugs and smiles at him apologetically. "I don't ask why." <br><br>Reaching under the bar, she pulls out an ashtray and sets it down next to his drink, then picks up a cloth and wipes away a spare bit of ash. The movement if a habit; her bar gleams as if she polishes it daily. If nothing else in the place is clean, the bar is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 06:11:59</strong>
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				Arnold's eyes fix onto Ivy's, smiling he takes one of the icecubes and suck it clean of the drink before crushing it between his teeth and gulping it down before following it with most of the drink. "The kinda business I'm in has me chasing down unfaithfull husbands, wannabee popstars. But this case took my attention, just call me the man for this type of job", he fished out a calling card. "If you get any ideas on who it might be, always feel free to call me", he smiled and finished the drink.<br><br>"Now, what do I owe you baby doll?", he sucked his own cigarette tapping it off before taking another stare at Ivy. A smile playing on Arnold's lips.. quite the looker. Bit tall for most men, but she was still stunning. Legs were always an attribute he desired in a woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-02-2008, 23:20:27</strong>
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				Her lips twist into a sly half-grin as he sucks on the ice cube, but she doesn't comment. Instead, she takes the card, looking at it. "Arnold Masters, PI. Pretty fancy stuff. You prefer Arnold, or Arnie?" She turns the card over in her hands, slapping it against her palm lightly as she cocks a hip and leans sideways against the bar. "I don't like nicknames much on a guy. Nicknames are for kids." She winks at him. "And seeing as I'm a business woman and you're in my business, I'm probably going to end up calling you Mister Masters, even if you ask me not to." She grins and waves off his question. "You're on business, so let's just say it's on the house. One Jack isn't going to break me, right?" <br><br>Taking one last drag from the cigarette he gave her, she grinds it out in the ashtray, her red lipstick ringing the end. "Thanks for the smoke and the chat, Mister Masters. I'll definitely call you if I find anything out, but you have to promise to come on back when you're done with what you're doing. I've got a girlfriend who could do with the likes of you, got a little girl she's missing right now, it's something awful. Shirley's just a cute little thing, barely even fills out her shirts just yet, but she off and ran away, and we figure she and her friends, they got together and hatched a plan to go to Hollywood or something crazy." She pats his hand, then makes a bit of a show of tucking his card in her breast pocket. "So swing back by when you're free and we'll see if we can't keep you in a job, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 05:20:20</strong>
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				Arnold grinned and nodded at Ivy, "I'll be sure to do that sugar and you can call me Arnold and none of this Mister Masters stuff. Makes me feel old", slipping on his long coat he listened to her request to return after the rounds were coming to a close. He nodded, "Will be doing that lass, see you later then", he walked out of Tail's, the rains had not stopped only intensified but luckily the taxi he wanted was coming around the corner.<br><br>It took him a good three hours chasing some dead-end leads, actually collaring a well known robber and leaving him for the cops before he returned to Tail's, the coat he wore was pretty wet and his hair was as well. Walking over to the coat-rack he placed the dripping clothing down there before he approached the bar again. He stared at Ivy casting his smile at the younger woman as he sat down, "You had some information as you were saying before, about Shirley", he fished another smoke from his pocket, the zippo he had confiscated also sliding over.<br><br>It was Arnold's last smoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 05:08:50</strong>
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				Ivy grins as she watches him head out of the bar, the rag going still a second under her hand. As the door bangs closed behind him, her hand resumes its motion, and she picks up his empty glass with her free hand, throwing the drink napkin away, dumping what's left of the ice, then setting the glass into the bin with the rest of the dirty dishes. She gets shaken out of her thoughts by the call of another customer, and then she's off again. It's not until later on, when he's coming back in through the door, that it occurs to her to think of him again. <br><br>She's got an ashtray out on the bar and a glass of ice in her hand, already pouring the whiskey by the time he gets himself seated. "Mister Masters," she says cheerfully. "Nice to see you back already. Have something to warm you up." She sets the drink down in front of him, then reaches under the bar for a clean dish towel, tossing it toward him as well. "You're going to catch your death going around with wet hair. Here." She leans against the bar once she's done with this, smiling at him. "I wasn't able to get in touch with my girlfriend for a picture or anything, and I don't know what else I can give you about the poor girl... last time I saw her was like a month ago, at her birthday party. She seemed like she was happy as anything, then, but then about a week later, she was gone." Ivy shakes her head sadly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 07:18:21</strong>
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				Arnold was certainly happy to find himself well serviced as he sat down at the bar, a glass of whiskey and a rag to dry his hair it was quickly done as he placed his cigarette to Ivy, lighting it if need be again. "Anything unusual though, friends, family. New people she was hanging around with", he picked up a small book, writing down what was known so far. "What's her name, always handy to look around if you've got a name and a description"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 09:33:05</strong>
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				Ivy leans in, letting him light the cigarette. Noticing that it's his last one, she nods to the corner. "Got a machine there, sweetheart, if you want to make use of it." She takes the wet rag back, drawing on the cigarette as she thinks about her answers. "Girl like her is always going through friends. She had a new boyfriend every week, know what I mean? Good girl, though, pretty. She's about this high," Ivy holds a hand up just below her breasts to show him, "Kinda light brown hair, pretty brown eyes, real nice-looking girl. Maybe she could've been a model, who knows? Name's Shirley Smith. I can give you her mother's number. Mom's a really sweet lady, but she's just too busy to keep up with a little girl, you know?" She pauses as another patron gets up to leave, since it's getting almost close to closing. "'Scuse, I'll be right back." <br><br>Heading down the bar, she glances sidelong at Arnold and smiles at him as she picks up the other guy's glass, tossing it on the bin and wiping down the spot where it was. She takes the money he left and puts it in the register, then picks up her own drink, a bloody mary, as she returns to Arnold. "Like I said, as far as we can tell, she just kind of up and left." She shrugs and clicks her tongue sadly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-02-2008, 09:39:21</strong>
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				Arnold wrote everything down that Ivy said, 'bout the cigarette machine he didn't give any verbal commentary as he slid the empty pack and the zippo back into his pocket as he looked up at Ivy. "I'll take the Mother's number, ring her up. See if she has any further information, Shirley sounds like the type of girl though that would be easy pickings to Kidnap. That is, if it's the same perp that took her", he drunk from his glass, growling a little at the strong taste. Good whiskey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>17-02-2008, 20:53:13</strong>
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				"Why would anyone want to kidnap Shirley?" Sliding a cocktail napkin toward her, Ivy pulls a pen from her breast pocket and sets down a number. "She's a sweetheart, but her mom's got no money or anything..." She slides the napkin toward Arnold and leans on the bar in front of him, taking another sip of her drink. "I mean, that's why people kidnap, right? They do it for the money?" She looks at him, suddenly looking worried. "Right, Mister M?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-02-2008, 08:08:18</strong>
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				"Sometimes yeah", he took a sip from his drink, "And like I said, it's Arnold, it wouldn't be right me calling you legs would it?", he winked and slipped the napkin into his jacket pocket as he looked at Ivy, "Sometimes though, kidnappings are also done just to scare the hell outa someone, lets hope that Shirley's that, or just a runaway.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>18-02-2008, 18:51:11</strong>
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				"See, I told you we would be having this discussion aboutt the names and stuff. Looks like I was a psychic for a minute, there." She grins at him and winks. "Let me tell you, though, you can call me anything you want if you find my girl, here." She shakes her head a little and takes another pull off of the cigarette, sighing. "So when d'you guys get your off-time, huh? I heard the investigator business isn't exactly banking hours, you know?" She pauses, then grins again. "I guess if it were banking hours, I'd be out of luck, 'cause you wouldn't be here, would you?" She smiles at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 07:58:41</strong>
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				Arnold stared up at Ivy as she took another long draw from the cigarette, the smoke coming from her soft smooth lips. "Off-time, whenever I want, work case by case little miss. That's all I do and you'd be right about that. Though I'll come around, provided.. you can help me in my cases. Or with some good whiskey", he winked and gulped the last bit down. Groaning slightly, hmm that was some good stuff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 06:27:48</strong>
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				Smirking at the low growl that comes from him, Ivy nods. "Sure thing, Mister Masters." Her eyes sparkle as she calls him that, and then she moves down the bar. "So'm I gonna have to throw you out come closing time? You sticking around to keep me company?" She grins at him. "Do I have to worry about you following me home?" She says all this as she cleans up along the bar, glancing casually at the clock. 'Bout half an hour to go. She comes back over to where he's sitting and leans on the bar in front of him again with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 08:48:58</strong>
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				Arnold's eyes follow the long legs of Ivy as she walkes away for a moment, he smirks and shakes his head. "You can try to throw me out Legs, but I'm sure you'll have a hard enough time doing that. Now as for keeping you company.. only if your intrested", he lays his hand on the bar and taps it slowly, "..and following you home, wouldn't do that. Well, not with you seeing me do that", he winked as he looked at those red hairs hanging across her left facial side, leaning in to tuck a strand back behind her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 10:37:07</strong>
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				"What, 're you going to give me a hard time?" Her eyes flick to one side, watching his hand brush at her hair, then she meets his eyes again, still smiling. She smiles at him a moment longer, then looks down at her drink, stirring it before taking a sip. "As for me being interested, isn't it your job to find stuff like that out? Things people won't tell you, for some reason?" She glances back up from her drink, watching him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 10:43:50</strong>
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				"Yeah.. I can find out things that I want.. when people don't want me too.. I can be pretty persuasive..", he smiled and eyed Ivy from across the bar, "As for giving you a hard time.. who knows.. if I can come over to your place I can certainly investigate who you really are.. just a beautiful bartender. Or something more..", the eyes of Arnold now roamed across her body some more.. she was quite a work of art.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>20-02-2008, 10:53:42</strong>
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				Shifting her weight so she's leaning closer, Ivy says very quietly, "I <em>am</em> just a bartender." She laughs under her breath as she leans back again, adding, "Wouldn't want you expecting more and then getting bored when you don't find it..." She rests her chin in her palm, propping her elbow on the bar. She notices his eyes wandering, and doesn't mind. To tell the truth, her eyes are doing a bit of wandering, too. She should send him packing, and get as far away from him as she can, but she's feeling pretty good. It's been a nice, calm night, steady but not too busy. And yesterday was payday. Not that he'll find it in her place. She's not an idiot, after all.<br><br>"Sooo... persuasive <em>how</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>21-02-2008, 08:41:30</strong>
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				Arnold smiled and stared at Ivy as she leaned further smiling as he slowly stood up, rising to meet her eyes now, "Oh.. I'm sure finding out that your just a bartender, and just that, can be quite entertaining.. hmm.. and I have my ways to make people talk. I'm sure.. you'd like one or two..", he smirks and stares into those eyes that stare back at him. She has sure fire in those eyes, he likes that in a woman. No doubt..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-02-2008, 18:42:31</strong>
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				"Well..." Ivy glances at the clock again, then gives him a small grin, catching a corner of her lower lip btween her teeth. "You've got fifteen minutes to figure out where I live, get there, and set up for your interrogation, there." She arches an eyebrow at him. "Think you can pull it off?" She flushes a little, just a touch nervous with the serious flirting. She never flirts this seriously with patrons, but he's ... well, he's different, and it's exciting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 07:52:47</strong>
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				"I'm sure I could manage it, the time's a bit tight", he grinned and slid from his stool, then walked towards the door before taking his coat and going out the door. After that Ivy didn't see Arnold, well not until she went above the bar to get some sleep. As she opened the door and walked in a sudden leather gloved hand stretched across her mouth, another wrapping around her arms as it led her forward. "Not a peep.. and sit down.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>23-02-2008, 08:49:53</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow, Ivy watches him go for his coat, leveling a miffed look in the direction of the door after he goes through it. That was ... abrupt. "Huh." She finishes cleaning up around, scooting the last of her patrons out and cleaning up around the place, turning up the music as she bustles around. It's actually closer to 45 minutes later that she ducks out of the bar, turning off the lights and locking up before heading around the building and climbing the stairs to her place. As she sets her purse down and reaches for the light, she feels the slight stir of breath against her neck the second before she feels that gloved hand, and she lets out a muffled, almost inaudible shriek. <br><br>Sidling over to the chair that should be not far from the door, she slowly sinks down into it, trying to figure out if Masters would do this as a sick sort of joke or what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-02-2008, 09:27:19</strong>
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				Arnold actually does step into her bedroom, only a few minutes later then the previous perp. The one holding Ivy's a middle-aged asian man and as Ivy sits down he quickly ties her up. Grinning at her, "I might just have to take you with me, your quite beautiful..", he smirked then walked away. In the meantime, if Ivy had looked right she would have seen Arnold coming out of the bedroom. Something in his hand, slowly the man edged forward, walking towards her bedroom. Then as a bolt of lightning Arnold was up, it was a split second but the cracking sound made Ivy sure that whoever her home-invader had been, he was either gonna be laying in the morgue or the hospital. Dropping his small leather bat together with a metal rod inside Arnold walked over to Ivy.<br><br>"Calm down, we'll call the cops alright", going onto his knees behind her Arnold sliced her arms free with his knife. "But we have to make sure we both know what happened", he walked over to her front, having slid the knife away he went onto his knees. "So.. you already sent me up after we had a few drinks, to have relations with me. When I was in the bedroom I heard scuffling and words said outside, so I crept outside and I hit him over the head. That's what happened, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 04:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he ties her up, Ivy is looking around, looking for something to fend him off with. She sneers at his comment, then turns her face away, shaking her head. She relaxes a little as she sees Arnold come through, though she doesn't look at him for more than a split second, so her gaze doesn't give him away. She wnces a little at the hard thunk, then watches Arnold cut her arms free, nodding to him repeatedly. "Yeah, yeah." She rubs her wrists, not because they hurt but because it's still weird having just been tied up. "My god, who..." She slides forward in the chair, putting her arms around him. "Hey, thanks," she says against his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>26-02-2008, 07:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold smiles softly and feels something stir within his body as he's held by Ivy, but he reaches back, slowly unhooking her hands. "Just doing my job..", he says, falling back into his police role before he grabs the phone that he saw in her bedroom. Dialing the police and waiting for them to arrive, cuffing there intruder up and placing him on the couch. A wet icepack pressed against the back of his head, "Ivy, if you could.. go open up downstairs, I want the cops in and out of here as fast as possible"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 03:50:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinking a little as he pushes her away, Ivy tips her head to the side. She gets up out of the chair and brushes her coppery hair back out of her face, nodding. "Sure." She pauses at the door long enough to watch Masters, looking him over out of the corner of her eye. Then, with a tinkling jingle of keys, Ivy's out the door and down the back stairs, her long, long legs carrying her quickly around to the front, where she unlocks the door again. She sulks over another drink as she listens to the wail of the siren get closer. It's not a sound she likes. When the cops finally arrive, though, she's as helpful as she can be, talking to the nice - and kinda cute - young guy that they have interview her. <br><br>They talk to her and Masters separate at first, of course, and then she finally meanders back up to her place, glad to see that the cops have already taken away the stupid would-be burglar. Sitting down in a chair across from the detective, she lights a cigarette and meets Arnold's eye over the policeman's shoulder, arching an eyebrow suggestively.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 07:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Arnold's hand grabs the police officer's strongly and gives it a shake the cop reaches down, grabbing something from between his legs. Masters winking at Ivy as the cop stands up and walks away, "Good night Miss", nodding softly before exiting her house. Leaving her alone with Arnold sitting across from her, "Pretty wild night wasn't it?", a smile on his face, he was probably used to this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 02:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can say that again." Ivy arches an eyebrow at him, an amused smile creeping onto her lips. "You seem awfully calm about it, though, Mister M." She slides out of her seat, moving across to sit next to him on the couch, folding one leg over the other, smoke curling from her lips as she exhales. "Can I get you a drink after all that? Smoke?" Her eyes trail from his eyes down to his lps as she waits for him to answer. She does so like watching those lips talk...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold smiled and smoothed his eyes up from her legs to her face when Ivy sat down besides him, "I've seen more then enough stuff, this is like a walk in the park. But no need to drag unpleasantness into the light, I'd take your offer on the drink and the smoke, well if there both available, otherwise just the drink..", a smile moved onto his face as he looked at Ivy, he liked this young woman there was no doubt there. Not your classical beauty, but beautiful in her own way none the less.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gliding back up from the couch, she heads into the kitchen, hips swaying. "Still Jack, right?" Without waiting for an answer - he hasn't changed his drink all night; why shouldl he change it now? - she reaches into the liquor cabinet and pulls out a bottle of the amber alcohol, pouring two short glasses of it. Returning, she sets one in front of him, then slides a pack of cigarettes and a lighter over toward him. "There you go, sugar." She sits back down beside him, smiling at him through strands of red hair that have come loose. "Thanks for the help tonight." She's sitting close to him now, enjoying the heat radiating from him so close to her skin. "I really would have been pretty stuck if you hadn't come along."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's hand on his drink now as Ivy sits infront of him, his eyes staring at her sweet soft lips, the way her red hairs dangle infront of her face. He can't help but smile and tuck the strands back, "Don't worry about that Legs, wasn't about to let someone rob you and maybe worse.. still a bit of a cop left in me I guess", he flashed a grin before placing one hand onto her shoulder, massaging her neck softly with his fingers. He took his drink and gulped it down now, the cigarette remaining on the table for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy presses her cheek against his fingers slightly as he toys with her hair. "I'm sure you weren't... I also wasn't sure you were in here, though." She slides a hand over, resting her palm on his knee lightly. "You walked out kinda fast." She smiles at him again, ignoring her drink for now, entirely focused on him. "You sure you have the time off to sit and chat?" Her teasing tone matches the glimmer in her eyes. "Wouldn't want to keep you from rescuing anyone else that needs it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes stare at the smooth fingers on his knee, his crotch stirs, something it hasn't done in a few months, maybe even a year. He hardly keeps track, even so the glimmer in this woman's eyes, his own body fueling what he needs. He runs his fingers over her arm, feeling her naked flesh as he smiles. "Oh.. I'm sure other people can rescue them.. for now. I want to..", he leaned in, the hand on her shoulder going to her neck, ".. reap what I sowed..", he whispered softly, lips just inches apart before he leaned in to softly kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's going to kiss her. She knows it as soon as he looks from her hand to her eyes, recognising the faint edge of hunger to his expression Hell, she probably has something similar that he can see. He's a very handsome man. She exhales slowly as he leans in, then leans the last small distance to brush her soft lips against his warm ones, a thrill like a zap going down her spine at the light contact. He smells like Jack, and smoke, and ... manly. She inhales the scent deeply, letting the moment stretch out, in no rush to be anywhere but here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 07:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slight stubble on his lips rubs slowly against hers as Arnold feels everything come back alive, while not a young man everything inside of him is burning like a young stallion. His body presses against hers now, his hand moving towards the side of her, softly running his fingers along her clothing. Feeling her soft flesh underneath as there lips contort, the man closing his eyes now for a moment as he inhales her scent, smokey.. female, the smell of a barhopper or a barmaid.. but he can't help but feel his blood quicken from the scent of her.. such a lovely one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 08:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy slides closer to him on the couch, easing into him and pressing her lips closer to his. She presses into his strong hands running up her side, her own arms sliding around his shoulders slowly. Moving slowly but steadily into embracing him, she presses her arms around his shoulders and shivers, her eyes drifting half-closed from enjoyment. Though she tries to watch his expression, his reactions, she gets caught up in the moment, and her eyes slide the rest of the way closed as she enjoys the feel of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 08:09:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's hands now move a bit more firmly, having taken his jacket, and holster, off there lying somewhere across the room and his hands are now deftly trying to undo the small buttons of Ivy's blouse as he kisses her deeply. His need growing by the second it almost feels, his body taking control instead of his head. Which isn't a good thing most of the time.. but right here, right now, Arnold couldn't care less.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 09:11:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy's fingers slide down his shoulders, over the fabric of his shirt, to first the top button, then the next, her fingers deftly undoing his as well. She slides her hands beneath the shirt once she has a few buttons undone, running her fingertips over his undershirt lightly. She pulls his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking it gently, running the tip of her tongue over it. She feels his fingers fiddling with her shirt, and leans even closer, sliding one hand from his shirt to run up the outside of one thigh, caressing up to his hip over his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's soft groan against Ivy's lips made the younger woman know whatever she was doing, she was doing it well enough. His body slowly rose up against her, his hands now finally done with her shirt it was pulled off quickly. While being careful not to hurt her offcourse, his own shirt undone by those deft fingers his rigid muscles shone from underneath the shirt. The body of somebody who might have been a boxer from the thickness of muscle, even so, Arnold's mouth opened a bit further and he intensified there kiss. Running his tongue along hers, his entire body screamed to pounce on Ivy, but he wanted to allow her to take the pace.. a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling her hands away from him long enough to let him get her shirt off, Ivy then goes back to unbottoning his shirt, wanting it off as well. The bra underneath is delicate, made of red lace, and once he gets a bit further, he'll see that the rest of her undergarments match. She slides his shirt off over his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin under her fingers, darting her tongue between his lips as he opens his mouth. Still in her skirt, she moves to her knees, then eases herself into his lap slowly, her long legs draping to one side of his knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:34:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even so the clasp at the back of her skirt comes easily off, the rest of it following after the zipper is pulled down. Smiling Arnold runs his fingers from the top of her spin down to her soft firm buttocks, squeezing his fingers into them as he kisses her lips with tenderness, even so he groans softly in pain it seemed, when Ivy's fingers go over an old wound.. he shakes his head and gives her the okay to continue..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally getting his shirt off and tugging gently at his undershirt, Ivy squirms out of her skirt, sitting across his lap in nothing but stockings and underwear. She shivers as his fingers trail down her back, letting out a small squeak at the squeeze, then grinning at him. A concerned frown briefly skits across her face as he groans, and she tries after that to be a bit more careful and somewhat more gentle. Once his undershirt is off, her lips leave his and she leans to the side, her teeth grazing his earlobe before she kisses his neck, her fingernails brushing their way down his back, then up over his chest, enjoying the feel of taut muscles under his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:43:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And between Ivy's legs as Arnold moves her forward she can feel another muscle slowly pressing against her as he undoes those clips on her bra, smiling at Ivy as she kissed his neck and moved her fingernails across his muscles. His eyes closing as he groaned softly, he wanted too say something, but.. felt that it wasn't really appropriate, everything was going so well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy shivers as her bra loosens, then slides off, revealing taut, pink nipples. Her hands drift down to his belt and she works to remove it, her red hair brushing his cheek as she turns her lips toward his ear. "Can we move this somewhere more appropriate? Like... the bedroom?" She nibbles his ear after she's done whispering in it, sliding the belt smoothly away from his pants. Having him pressed up against her hip, his skin to hers like this, is driving her crazy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 09:53:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold nods softly, when he stands though Ivy can see why he wore the belt around his hips, the pants sliding off easily, even so he's standing while having Ivy in his arms, hands cupping her buttocks as he walks her slowly towards the bedroom. Now wearing just his white boxers Ivy can see the tent rising inside of that underwear, he slowly lays her down on the bed. Softly and sweetly. His kiss on her lips before moving to her neck, running his hands along her sides now as he softly grinds against her.<br><br>It doesn't take long though, the need taking prevalence as he kisses the way down, the soft pink nipples both getting a kiss before his tongue trails down her belly, running her belly-button way before his fingers curl around her panties. Slowly pulling them downwards, his eyes staring at her as he peels them off completely before slowly kissing her sweet flower. Soft and sweetly, his rough slight stubbled face rubbing against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 10:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy grins as the pants slide off his hips, wrapping her legs loosely around him as he carries her toward the bedroom, kissing his neck and his shoulder on the way there. She returns the kiss to her lips enthusiastically, arching on the bed delightedly as his hands run over her, every touch, every kiss making her heart race a little more and her breath come a bit quicker. She lets out a tiny groan as his lips leave hers, and then her breath hitches with each too-brief kiss to her nipples. She squirms against his lips and his hands, trying to be patient, and failing utterly.<br><br>She lifts her hips as his fingers tug at her panties, helping him get them off, her eyes never leaving his as they do. Her eyes are alight with desire and undisguised lust. She doesn't do this often, but the thrill of having him here, his hands on her, the way he looks at her, it's almost too good, nearly unbearably sweet. She watches him lower his head, and sucks in her breath as his lips brush that sensitive skin. She leans forward a little, propping herself up on her elbows so she can see his face between her thighs, watching the expression on it. She brushes one thigh against his cheek; the slightly rough feel of his skin against her smooth leg is part of what pleases her about this. With a small moan, she sinks back to the bed and twines her fingers in his hair, stroking his scalp as he sends tingles of pleasure through her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 10:12:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft deep lick across a river filled with her sweetness Arnold's fingers move up that soft milky body once again, rubbing her breasts slowly. Working her nipples as his face continues to rub and his tongue to probe inside of Ivy's hot center, it doesn't take that long before Arnold's own lust needs doing and he moves up slowly, the button of his boxers comes loose quickly and it's tossed away, now his fingers slowly curl around the stockings still coating Ivy's long slender legs. Running them down slowly as he sits on his knees, the hot muscle resting ontop of Ivy's mound, Arnold smiling as he teases her. Kissing her long leg from bottom to top, the left one following suit before he stares at her.<br><br>His hands moving back to her breasts as he massages her breasts slowly, his member, while a good size it's defintely not a monster, eight inches and thick enough to just encircle, rests comfortably ontop of her flower still as he stares at her. Teasing the younger woman. He doesn't say a word, just watches her face as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, running it through her hot river.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 10:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting and moaning softly, Ivy presses her breasts into his hand, clearly enjoying every moment, though it's both a relief and a disappointment when he takes his mouth from her. It felt divine, but she does want more from him. She lets her fingers slide out of his hair as he lifts his head, then grins at him, still breathless, as he pauses to discard his boxers and then slowly peel her stockings. "Would've been just as fine with them on," she murmurs with a grin.<br><br>She shivers as he brushes against her, seeing him nestled in the swatch of light red curls, and then she tilts her head back as he shifts his hips. He knows he's teasing her. He has to. There's no way a man like him couldn't know. She arches her hips upward, her hands covering his and pressing his fnigers against her nipples. "I want you," she whispers, her eyes drifting half-closed. "Since you walked in tonight, even." She opens her eyes again to watch him as the admission leaves her lips, watching his reaction intently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 10:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold smiled softly and leaned inwards, his cock pressing slowly against her entrance. His eyes now close to Ivy's, "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you as well", he whispered softly and kissed her mouth deeply as he thrusted in, filling her hotness up with himself. Eyes closed to small slits as he slowly rocked his hips, hands curling into her hair as his chesthairs curled around her nipples, pulling them as he rocked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 11:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy returns the kiss without restraint, a low moan sounding from her throat as he presses into her, spreading and filling her in some very pleasant ways. She rocks back up against him, sliding her legs around his hips and running her hands up and down his back, completely focused on him. Her hands slide down his back, and she cups his ass for a moment before gripping his hips a little, her fingertips digging in firmly but not painfully as she urges him on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 11:37:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes close as he starts to pump harder into Ivy now, kissing her neck instead of her mouth. The young woman's pussy well spread and filled with every movement of his hips as he runs his tongue along her neck. Kissing the soft flesh there. Fucking her with all the strength the older man had in his body, smiling down at Ivy as he pumped her full of his throbbing meat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 11:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy pumps her hips under him, her hips meeting his, and she moans into his ear, her breath coming fast and hard now. She catches his earlobe between her lips, sucking on it lightly and running her tongue along the edge, her nails scraping lightly along his skin as she feels her whole body respond quite favourably to his solid, strong fucking. "God, yes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 11:53:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gritting his teeth Arnold fucks the beautiful young woman harder and harder, his lust overtaking him as she nibbles and runs her tongue along his earlobe. Eyes closing as he tries to focus on not climax to fast while having this beautiful young creature underneath him, who appearantly doesn't mind the hot hard packing sounds of flesh against flesh. The wetness between there crotches as there hairs mingle with each thrust from both of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 19:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy clings tightly to him, hips rising to meet his. She can feel his body rubbing just right along her clit, and that on top of the hard cock filling her is just ... beautiful. The man is wonderful. Moaning in his ear, Ivy gives as well as she gets, moving under him, never still, her hands roaming his back hungrily as she whispers in his ear, murmuring to him how good he feels, when she wants it harder, when it's good... She murmurs his name as she gets close, nearly drowned out by the rhythmic slap of his flesh against hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 06:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes closed as he feels Ivy's hips move with his, harder and faster they race towards the end of there worlds as both of them rub and move against eachother. His eyes closed Arnold can only think of the pleasures enveloping him, taking over his mind as she moans inside his brain, her hands running over his superheated body as he fucks her deeper and harder. Then as he continues to work himself inside of Ivy she feels wetter inside with each passing thrust, which doesn't make Arnold end his series of thrusts deep into her. Instead.. working up another build to what could only be another teeth-rattling climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>10-03-2008, 22:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping, she slams her hips into his, moaning in his ear as each muscle tenses, her pussy clamping around ihm and squeezing tightly. She murmurs his name again, tightening her arms, her legs, everything around him, clinging to him as she rides out her orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 05:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his own final second orgasm Arnold's hips slowly stop thrusting, his breath hot on the side of her neck as he draws his head back a little. Staring into Ivy's eyes, smiling softly before he tenderly kisses her. The hardness of him slowly fading within the younger woman, his seed pushing out a little around his cock and making a stain on the bedsheet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 06:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Catching her breath, Ivy lets her head fall back against the pillow, letting his warm breath wash over her. "Wow..." She slowly, very slowly disentangles herself from him, kissing his shoulder, then stroking his hair, nuzzling him where she can reach, as she collects her scattered mind again. "Wow," she repeats in his ear, then nibbles his earlobe affectionately, shivering a little as the sweat dries on her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 06:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling Arnold nods softly, "Yes.. wow.. indeed..", he whispered tenderly into her ear before drawing himself out of her, groaning softly as he did it. Stroking his fingers across Ivy's soft face, eyes closed to small slits still. "You were amazing..", he whispered and kissed her neck softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 21:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmh." She brushes her lips against his, then turns to settle on her side, tossing a leg over his thighs. "I could say the same about you." She runs her fingers down his chest, then slides out of bed, tugging on a bathrobe and easing into the small bathroom off of the bedroom to clean up a bit. "You gonna stay a while tonight, cutie?" She grins as she calls him that through the door, picturing the look he'll probably get on his face as she doesn't call him Mister Masters for once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 06:20:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's more suprised at the cutie comment then her not calling his last name, "Sure I'll stay some more Legs, after all, there's no point in leaving yet.. is there?", slipping from there sexually heated bed he moves into the bathroom. If the door isn't locked and if it isn't too cramped, his cock still hanging semi-hard between his legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 06:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a smile as he comes into the bathroom, swiping a washcloth down the inside of her thigh as she leans back against him. "Nope. But with how quick you left the bar earlier, I didn't know if you were the sort to pull a disappearing act..." She leans her head back to look up at him, reaching up to slide her hand around the back of his neck and tug his mouth to hers for a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 06:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes close and he grins a no ma'am at her before there lips press together again, a hot tongue inside his mouth as he grabs her buttocks after sliding into the bathrobe. Hopefully also keeping her leg up a little as she's pushed against him. The detective's eagerness rising and rubbing against Ivy, not saying anything as they kiss deeply and passionately. The hunger for the beautiful woman taking full hold now again, his iron bar rubbing against her soft petals again..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 06:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small half-giggle bubbles up from her throat as his hands slide under her bathrobe and she grins against his lips, tasting him yet again. She leans back harder against him, tossing the washcloth in the sink, then sliding her hands back to stroke his hips. "Oh..." She traces his lips with her tongue. "Oh, I like this," she murmurs with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 06:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Untying the robe completely now Arnold pulls it free from Ivy's body before he slowly walks her into the small shower stall, his eyes staring lustfully into hers, licking her lips slowly and softly. "Hmm you beautiful little creature, lithe and perfect you are..", he whispered softly as he turned on the shower, it got hot quickly enough and slowly Arnold crouched for a moment, his impressive member spreading Ivy's petals open slowly. "I hope your ready for another fucking..", he said with a dark smile before thrusting back into her, the wet squeal of her pussy as it exited some of his juices, the Detective groaning deeply as he fucked in and out of Ivy's wet pussy again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>12-03-2008, 21:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Running the tip of her tongue over his lips as he kisses her, she leans to one side, making sure she's out of the way as he reaches to turn the shower on. "Mmmmaaaay-oh." What would have been a teasing answer dissolves into a moan as he pushes back into her still-sensitive pussy, and she reaches out to brace herself on the shower wall, feeling the steam start to rise and curl around her naked flesh. <em>Damn, he's good.</em> With an appreciative noise, Ivy presses her hips back against him, pressing his hard cock deeper inside her, licking her lips in anticipation of round two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>13-03-2008, 05:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's not long before Arnold's hand hikes up the younger woman's second leg, letting her back rest against the shower's wall and his hips start driving, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist as he powers in and out of her, smacking her ass before mashing there lips together with her once more. Groaning into her kiss as his own quite sensitive member plows into that lovely honey pot, the water cascading down all around them. Arnold's breath hot and heavy as he continues to fuck Ivy's hot young body. But his aching muscles unhappily stop being able to support her though that certainly doesn't mean he's over.. not by a long shot.<br><br>Pulling out of her, after putting her feet down offcourse he maneuvers Ivy's back under the jet of water and her ass placed backwards too him, it takes but a few moments before he's thrusting back into his lovely woman. Holding a taut grip on her hips and taking her wildly, humping against her sticky pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>14-03-2008, 07:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy moans, deep and low in her throat, a satisfied sound. She braces her arms against the side of the shower and pushes back, burying the hard pulse of his cock deeper, enjoying the hard flesh pounding into her as a counterpoint to the heat and the damp ... she feels damp all over, slick from more than the shower, and she loves it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-03-2008, 10:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes close as he fucks Ivy with all the strength he can muster from his already fatiguing body with ever thrust, every rut into her body. His eyes closing as he moans as well, his body trembling with the need to climax soon enough as he fucks her. The sight of the beautiful woman beneath him making his cock throb inside of her..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>16-03-2008, 01:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moaning and shoving herself back against him, Ivy tightens around him, still sensitive from round one. Her breath hitches and she gasps, then lets out a cry as he drags the first orgasm out of her, and then they keep rolling, her pussy tightening again and again on his shaft. Her damp hair hangs down in her face, and she tosses it back over her shoulder, spraying him with hot water as she goes over the edge again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2008, 16:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's chest now splashed over with water, the way she tightens around him the older detective's endurance doesn't last anymore as he moans loudly. Reaching over to take a bearhug around Ivy's waist, pulling her down onto the floor, his cock pressing up inside of her belly as he spews her full of his wetness, the white mingling with her juices as the water washes it slowly away. The detective's eyes taking in her beauty before he leans in to kiss Ivy softly..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 20:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moans as he fills her, the hot, sticky sensation spreading through her pussy and her hips and making her tingle. She lay there a moment, her lips almost idly brushing his, sucking and licking and nibbling at the flesh. Then she turns, reaching for soap as she sits up slowly, grinning at him as she slides the white cake between her hands. She leans in a second later, fingers sliding up his chest and over his skin, smearing the slippery soap along the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2008, 06:04:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling Arnold's own fingers take a good lather of the soap, rubbing it across Ivy's smooth back and running his hands over her beautiful bare buttocks. "You really are beautiful wherever I find you...", he whispers and tries to lean in for a deep neck kiss, not a hickey, but a kiss that will no doubt feel quite good to the young woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>21-03-2008, 09:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arching her neck into his kiss, she grins and strokes his back. "Mmm." She winks at him once he pulls away, then leans back to rinse the last of the soap off before she reaches to turn the water off. "I just want to carry you off with me and keep you here for weeks and weeks." She leans in to brush her lips against his again before reaching for a towel. "How is it someone hasn't gotten her hooks into you already, with the way you can treat a girl...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2008, 21:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold's eyes were filled with joy for a moment as Ivy talked about stealing him away, it amused him at least. But the next moment there was a sadness in them as he looked away, "I am not the best people person..", he gave the answer.. though from his troubled eyes there was something else as well. Not that he wished to say what it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>27-03-2008, 01:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not much of a people person, huh? You seem just fine to me."<br><br>Ivy smiles at him, stroking his cheek for a moment, then runs her fingers down his arm, lacing her fingers through his as she drifts back toward the bedroom. She tugs him along gently, going to stretch back out on the bed naked, luxuriating in the warm glow of good sex. She turns on her side and props her head on her hand, resting her elbow on the bed, damp strands of red hair brushing against her wrist. <br><br>Her eyes slide up and down his form appreciatively as she looks at him, still smiling, the expression on her face highly satisfied, almost smug. She murmurs, "Come to bed, cutie, and give me another kiss."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>31-03-2008, 05:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Arnold didn't want to say anything else as uncomfortable memories started to surface. Even so he stares at the lovely young woman as she walks to bed, stretching out on it like a cat after a good walk and she sure got one smiling softly the large man walks outside towards the bed himself. Laying down besides her the young woman can feel fingers running down her sides, leaning in he kisses her tenderly. Softly. Then presses on a bit harder, running his fingers over her prime buttocks then. Squeezing into her tender flesh a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 01:46:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning the kiss, she presses close against him, then grins as she pulls away, curling up against him and murmuring, "Come over here, sweetie." She pulls him closer and rests her head on his shoulder, strands of fiery hair splaying out across his chest as she settles in, pulling the sheet up over both of them. "I'll give you good dreams, hm?" She smiles at him, drowsily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 05:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing her once more as Ivy lays against him, curled across his body like a leisourly lying cat he strokes her fire-hair. "Yes.. yes you will", whispering softly as he kisses her tenderly and strokes her hair as they both slowly drift to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>06-04-2008, 22:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being somewhat of a night owl, Ivy sleeps through the morning, curled next to him, her naked form pliant against his. She opens her eyes some time after noon, stretching luxuriously under sheets that still smell faintly like sex and sweat and need. Raising her arms above her head, she arches, sinuous as a cat, red hair tousled from sleeping, and she sighs quietly at the delightful hint of soreness that tugs at her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 05:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she awoke Arnold was already gone from her embrace, though appearantly not that long since the warm spot on the bed where he had been remained, when Ivy's eyes blinked open enough she heard the voice of the man as he said something soft and murmured in her bathroom before stepping out, wearing only his underwear, the rest of his body still glistening with water, or a bit of it..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 08:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ivy frowns as she finds the bed empty, then rolls toward the bathroom as she hears him in it, smiling as she catches a couple glimpses of skin before he steps out. Still smiling, she sits up and props her head on her arm, resting her elbow on the pillow. "Good morning, handsome," she says softly, then sits up slowly. "Whatcha got planned for today?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 19:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling Arnold walked over to Ivy and leaned down, pressing a deep hot kiss onto her lips, trailing his fingertips over smooth buttocks before he spanked it. "First cooking you some breakfast if you don't mind and after that I have some work I need to do..", he looked a bit saddened by that fact, but shook it and resumed his attention on Ivy, "What did you want for breakfast?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 00:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..." She enjoys the kiss, then grins at him. "I don't know. Surprise me." She reaches up with one hand and runs light fingers along his side, feeling taut muscles flexing under his skin as she caresses it. "I like surprises."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 05:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small grin plays on Arnold's lips as he leans in, pushing Ivy slowly onto her back and into the bed, kissing her deeply, his tongue roaming with hers as he allows fingers to run through her beautiful fire hair, his eyes closing before he slowly breaks the kiss. "I will surprise you..", he whispered tenderly into her ear before giving her neck one deep kiss and pulling away, as Arnold walked into her kitchen he went to work creating a nice hearty breakfast.. part of his hoping to lure Ivy into coming out of the bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 02:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The deep kiss is returned almost lazily, as she enjoys the ease with which they spend time together. "Mmmm." She watches him meander out toward the kitchen, still admiring the way he moves, the way skin flexes over the muscles of his back.<br><br>Getting up from the bed, she pulls on her bathrobe, tying it around her waist as she drifts into the kitchen herself not long after. She inhales as she comes into the door, the smell of food already wafting out. Cmiling, she turns toward the coffee pot, starting to make herself a cup. "Want some?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 05:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at his newfound love he nods softly, "Sure you can make me a pot of coffee", turning to her though as she's busy, the food cooking on it's own he slides up behind her. Moving his fingers across the front of her robe, pushing her robe open to cup her beautiful breasts while kissing her neck softly, playing with her with a great deal of tenderness..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 16:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Leaning back against him, Ivy grins, then pulls down two mugs from the cabinet. "You take it black?" She fiddles with the coffee pot, her hands going through the practiced motions of getting water, scooping out grounds, setting them in the filter, turning the machine on, listening to the bubbling hiss as she pours the water in over the heating element... <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>03-05-2008, 11:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling he nods, "Yeah.. I do..", he whispers into her ear before bending forward slowly. Kissing her neck, "you smell good..", he says with a smile before letting Ivy get on with what she was doing, having to go back too cooking a nice meal for her. The least he could do right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trieste</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 03:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing with the coffee, Ivy turns around with her mug in her hand and leans her back against the counter. She wraps both hands around her coffee cup, taking the first slow sip and letting the warmth and invigoration seep into her. Running a bar means that she's awfully fond of her afternoon coffee. <br><br>Watching him work through the kitchen, she grins and admires the way that he moves, enjoying the subtle, masculine grace of it. When he reaches a point where he can enjoy it, she leans forward and slides his own mug over next to his arm, grinning. "There you go." Peering over his shoulder, she adds, "Whatcha making?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Private Eyes</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 05:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at Ivy, seeing that the food is all going good enough he smirks. "That's a secret. Though it could use some.. buns", he winked and Ivy felt Arnold's fingers running across her smooth bottom through the bathrobe as he leaned in to kiss her again. The woman held a hold over him, one that made his masculine side shine through.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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