Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}
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				Title: <strong>Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 02:33:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/Lucille79_photos/E%20Characters/r323668_1446899.jpg)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/Lucille79_photos/Picture%20Prompts/1-crimson-ride-barbara-jensen-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: geogia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Eden</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 24<br><strong>Description:</strong> 5'5, 126 lbs., 38DD/25/36 (<em>All natural</em>), Small boned with a petite frame. Though her legs aren't long they are firm and toned, thanks to a rigorous swimming and running regime she is dedicated to. Chocolate brown eyes that contain flecks of green go well with her long naturally auburn curls. Her hair falls well below her shoulder blades and if she tames her natural curls her hair can reach her bottom. Even when not at work she is always dressed to kill, her toes and nails always painted a bright red and her lips glisten to match them. Almost always dressed in a corset of some kind, she actually designs and makes them for herself.<br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Extrovert would be a great word to use for her. Always smiling, always laughing, always the center of attention. Hates to be alone with her own private thoughts, prefers to surround herself with adoring male gazes and worshipful clients. Her outward smile covers up for her inner emptiness which she does not even understand exists. Always meticulous and professional, even though she loves a party she rarely if <em>ever</em> partakes of alcohol and <em>never</em> indulges in drug use. Though she would never admit to it, she is somewhat of an obsessive personality, always seeking order in her private world and adoration from males.<br><strong>Background:</strong> She was born Sarah, the only child born to parents who had never intended to bring children into their structured, ordered world. Instead of being spoilt and doted upon as most single children Sarah was ignored and viewed as nothing more than a nuisance to her busy parents. By the time she was eleven Sarah had already delved deeply into the world of attention seeking narcissism. Desperate for approval and attention she dedicated her time to obtaining the perfect grades, sure that at some point her parents would finally take notice of her accomplishments. That day never came, she graduated high school alone, not even that high point could bring her parents to acknowledge her existence in their lives. Once at college Sarah began to take note of a darker side of life, the world of sex and parties, a world she found herself powerfully drawn to. Unlike her girlfriends however Sarah never engaged in drugs or alcohol, she found her highs came from the attention given her by the male sex, her body was like a drug to them, a fact she soon decided to cash in on. Near the end of her freshman year Sarah began to lapdance at a local club, thrilling in the money men were willing to throw away for simply a peek at her nipples. By the time she was halfway through her sophomore year Sarah had found her calling. After researching the abundant laws and freedoms one could enjoy in Amsterdam Sarah packed up, quit college, and made the move to Amsterdam, determined to find her pleasure and her fortune while selling her body to men willing to pay her price. Now known simply as Eden, she lives and breathes her profession, taking her work and her pleasure very very seriously.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:06:40</strong>
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				As she stepped into her <em>office</em> Eden frowned, instantly noticing the door to her jewelry body was slightly ajar. Yet again someone had managed to pick the lock on her door, stealing was quite common among the girls, a fact of life that Eden found deplorable. She had replaced the lock twice and had been so sure her latest lock would be impenetrable. Apparently not.<br><br>With a sigh of resignation she sorted through her jewelry, taking note of what was missing and who she thought might be the culprit. Fortunately only a single pair of earrings were gone, a pair she knew just where to look for. Theives never got smarter she thought with a grin.<br><br>Eden arrived to work an hour earlier than all the other girls, she took her prep time very seriously. Every evening like clockwork she locked herself into her private window room and set about preparing for her night of performance. Instead of hating her life or despising the men who purchased her body, Eden loved every moment, fed off the attention and adoration she received from men willing to give over their money for the pleasure she could provide.<br><br>This night was no different, Eden used only the finest makeup to highlight her natural beauty. Instead of the cheap perfumes other girls doused themselves with Eden lightly spritzed herself with expensive scents, ones she deemed worthy of her customers. Many girls simply wore skimpy underwear or cheap lingerie while posing in their windows, beckoning their callers forward. Eden always dressed in her own handmade corsets, her varying costumes had almost become as big a draw as her naked body for some of her clients. This night she was trying out a <strong>brand new design</strong> (http://www.pyramidcollection.com/prodimages/P8289B.jpg), one she was not quite sure she liked yet.<br><br>She adored panties but with her new skirt she chose to leave them off, going all natural beneath the thick purple velvet material, except of course for her <strong>spike heels</strong> (http://www.fabulousafter40.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/purple-heels.jpg), heels invented specifically to make her ass poke out perfectly. As feminine as she was Eden was not sure how she felt with all the bows this new costume contained but she would give it a try, see how many men looked ready to devour her alive at the sight of her knockout form, that after all was her entire purpose in life, to have men begging for just a little more...<br><br>Just as the sun was beginning to set Eden raised the dark curtain that covered her window and flipped on the red light signaling she was open and waiting. Her little window room filled with the soft rock music she preferred for her dancing and within moments she was soaking up the stares she garnered from one and all. Her eyes scanned the crowd, wondering which man would enter the establishment and knock on her door first this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlcjjohnson</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:15:16</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(http://www.menshairstylesonline.com/Hair/Short-Mens-Hairstyles/nathan-petrelli-heroes-professional-cut-hair.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Jonathan Hawkins</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Age:</strong> 48</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Nationality:</strong> British</div><br><strong>Physical Description:</strong> 6'1, average build, sallow complexion which has paled slightly as a result of decades of workaholism. Tired blue eyes offset his otherwise dark, jagged features. When working, Jonathan always wears a suit. However, it is often the case that he prefers to blend in depending on wherever his job has taken him, and thus might occasionally dress more casually or wear a long coat over his usual attire.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> A social animal only when it pleases him to be so. Therefore, if he's acting nice around someone, he usually is doing it solely for himself. Quite a closed off individual personally, which combined with a divorce and hectic work schedule has resulted in him being very much a lone wolf with few friends.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Jonathan's marriage always seemed to circle around his work life. For 11 years, his wife used a number of coping mechanisms to manage the strain on her relationship with her spouse, but to no eventual avail. Divorced for 9 years, Jonathan has continued life in much the same way that he always has - working. He began a small printing company in college, a project which has never reached its full potential, yet has merely dragged its founder downward as Jonathan struggles to cope with the decline of his industry while ever clinging to his entrepreneurial spirit.<br><br>It had recently occurred to him that the last woman he had been with was one whom he had encountered 'cheaply' outside a low-end hotel which he had been staying in on a business trip in England no less than 18 months previously. Now, fate has brought him to a Mecca of social depravity, and Jonathan can only contemplate whether or not he'll opt for a traditional €50 Suck 'n' Fuck or perhaps attempt to have some of his more dormant fetishes satisfied.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlcjjohnson</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:44:48</strong>
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				Jonathan kept his head down, partially because he didn't necessarily want to lock eyes with any of the girls in the windows, partially because of all the neon and glitz of the Red Light District. Some tourists came to Amsterdam to embrace the sexually free, gaudy culture which was evident in this part of town. For him however, he was simply here on business. For him, he'd simply had a slight epiphany in the shower that morning regarding just how sexually starved he was. It was Jonathan's good fortune that he happened to be in the sex capital of the world.<br><br>If one were to keep his eyes closed in such a place, he'd have no idea of the unique nature of this part of the city. This was most certainly a place you had to <em>see</em> to believe. After a few hundred yards, Jonathan plucked up the courage to gaze around him. Lining the streets, girls of every shape, size, colour and creed made suggestive poses in equally suggestive outfits to any passer-by who glimpsed at them for but a moment, for in that moment was a potential sale, it was in that moment that these girls made their living. After that, they pretty much had everything covered.<br><br>A man tried to hand Jonathan a leaflet advertising a sex club of sorts, causing him to put his head back down behind the lining of his coat, muffling his polite decline. It was then, out of the corner of his eye, that Jonathan spotted a purple set of heels, twisting and strutting up and down expectantly upon the hardwood floor of one of those rooms that lay beyond the glass. He sighed, high heels had always secretly been his thing. He'd nearly forgotten the little fetish he'd chosen to keep under wraps within his so-called sex life for so long. It was then that he remembered where he was, one man amongst thousands, all looking for the same thing, with no need to hide his desires, for he was surrounded by true professionals of the field.<br><br>Jonathan stepped away from the centre of the street to examine what lay beyond the heels. Legs, firm and well looked after. Beyond that, his eyes widened:<br><br>"Ass," he unwittingly whispered to himself. This girl was showing off what she had on offer. Nothing covered her beneath her skirt, his eyes hadn't been lying to him.<br><br>His gaze moved further upward still, an intricate corset, matching the heels, locks of long auburn hair flowing down her back. Jonathan lustfully stared at her cleavage, entranced. It was then that he realised that this figure, whom he knew only from the neck down, had stopped moving. The girl had spotted him, and was ready to reel him in.<br><br>Jonathan was ready, too . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Diary of a Window Girl {Carlcjjohnson/LadySky}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 05:29:10</strong>
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				Her window had been lit barely ten minutes when she spotted him. The man she wanted for herself. He stood out among the dozens of milling others, he so obviously had never been to this place before. His handsome face and healthy body told her this man was not one who <em>had</em> to come to the Red Light District in order to find pleasure for himself. No, this man could have went out and pursued sex quite easily, sex for free with any number of beautiful females. As she eyed him like prey Eden decided he was either a cheating husband or simply a man who had no use for the <em>game</em> so many had to play. The time and effort it took to flirt and woo a partner was simply not something everyone wanted to deal with and Eden had a feeling this man was just such a person, too busy with a career to waste time and effort on females. Which made him perfect for her, she itched to make him drool for her.<br><br>His eyes ate her up, slowly and purposefully, which only made Eden's arousal spike to a fever pitch. When finally his eyes locked with her own Eden was breathing harshly, she felt like his lustful gaze had been caressing her from the start. The desire she saw in him was like food for Eden, she ate it up greedily with a sultry grin. Slowly she licked her lips, never once taking her eyes from his as her body swayed to the softly rocking music. Both hands beckoned him, her fingers wiggled lightly and she quirked a brow at him in question before finally she mouthed her invitation. <strong>"Come to me."</strong> she pressed a hand to the window, letting her face fill with need and desire as she reeled him in.
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