Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 02:20:18</strong>
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				Starting a new job is always hard, especially in a foreign city. It had only taken him two years of working day and night to climb the corporate ladder and get out of his small town. What he hadn't counted on, though, was how <em>big</em> and <em>bright</em> the city would be. How many people there would be. He finally had his own apartment, no roommates to share it with, though being alone was even more intimidating than ever. He spent so much time at the office that it didn't really matter, though. <br><br>It was his first day on the job, and he made sure to get there early, so early that only the security guards were there. He used his brand-new key-card to buzz himself in, and then found his desk, clean and empty. His name plate was there, and he reached out to adjust it, straightening it so it faced outwards. <br><br>He deposited his slim leather briefcase then made his way into the bathroom.<br><br>Atticus wanted to make a good first impression. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, smoothing his grey slacks. Atticus was a strange looking boy, strikingly beautiful at first glance, with soft features that could have thrown his gender into question if it weren't for the flat chest. At five foot four, he was hardly a giant, and his small frame made him look even more tiny. He reached into the sink, using the cool water to wake him up a bit, drying it off of his face slowly. He watched his face in the mirror, curiously. His skin was a soft ivory, lips full and rosy. It was his eyes that were the most striking, though. Wide, almond-shaped, they were a startling hard grey, ringed with a much darker color. On someone with a less exotic face they might have been typical, but under the fringe of dark lashes they glimmered like jewels. His mother had been Japanese, his father a French businessman who had wooed her and moved her subsequently to America to raise his son. It was from them that he had gotten his soft black hair, like dark, dark ash, falling soft about his shoulders. He tied it back, low on his neck, to give him a sleeker and more put together look.<br><br>With the dark gold tie and his crisp grey suit fitting his body tight in just the right places, he was ready to work. With his hair pulled back, the striking cheekbones and soft lips were even more obvious, the coolness in his eyes more nerves than anything else. <br><br>Atticus, who went by Addy by his closer friends (or he would have, if his shyness or schedule would allow him to make any), made his way back to the main office, poured himself a cup of coffee into a sytrofoam cup, then loaded it with sugar. He sat down in the still mostly-dark and empty office, the only light his desk lamp, buzzing faintly as it spilled a pool of gold light around him while the office filled with sun. He poured over his papers, the few he had, trying to figure out what he could do for right now. Bored and getting more and more nervous as the sun rose fully, he grabbed an apple from the break room, taking a bite of the crisp fruit and letting the juice explode over his tongue. He wondered, anxiously, wat his boss would be like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 22:58:12</strong>
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				David Harris arrived a few minutes ahead of the crowd - always best to show his subordinates that he was there at the coalface as well - but apparently not before the new arrival.<br><br>At first sight, he would have thought the small figure with the ponytail was a girl, but as he drew closer he saw the flat chest and mannish attire. A pity really, he thought as he saw the young man's face.<br><br>Mr. Harris stood six foot one, with dark hair that had started to grey as he passed thirty towards his current age of thirty-five, and dark brown eyes which, for now, focused on the new arrival. <br><br>"Atticus? David Harris." He offered a large, strong hand to the smaller, younger man. "A pleasure to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 23:34:05</strong>
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				"Mr. Harris...the pleasure's mine." Atticus' voice was cool, reserved, but he had a faint smile. He admired the other man...strong, solidly built, with that faintly greying hair. Atticus had always been attracted to older men. At twenty four, he wasn't exactly old enough to fall into that category himself. <br><br>He wasn't entirely certain what to do so that he wouldn't seem unfriendly, so offered a soft smile, and looked up at the other man. "I'm excited to get started here." He nodded, soft hair brushing the back of his shoulders, smoothing the white shirt down under his crisp suit.<br><br>"Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?"<br><br>He took a sip of his own, swallowing it down, the soft toffee color showing that he liked it sweet and creamy rather than black. He brushed his fingers over his hair, obviously shy, feet tilted slightly inwards in that protective posture shy people often get.<br><br>He toyed with the mostly-eaten apple and then tossed it aside, making sure to aim it properly into the trash can. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 00:14:08</strong>
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				David smiled as Atticus averted his gaze almost coyly. "I've heard good things about you... a diligent worker, doesn't mind putting in that little extra."<br><br>He nodded when offered coffee. "Yes, I would. But only if you don't mind. I mean, your first day, doing something I'd ask a secretary to do."<br><br>He smiled at this, a private joke about thinking Atticus might have been female. He had clearly noticed the boy's shy reaction. Was he gay? That would be... very interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 00:39:18</strong>
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				Atticus smiled shyly when told that he was a diligent worker and didn't mind putting in that extra bit at the end of the day. "Yes, well..." He shrugged a bit, "I like working. I've always been good at it." He nodded, though, cool eyes drifting towards the break room when the secretary comment was made. He nodded, obviously a bit shy with words and especially around this new boss, heading into the room.<br><br>It only took him a moment to get the coffee, and he brought over the steaming styrofoam cup, holding it out while sipping his own. There was work on his desk, but absolutely no personal pictures. Nothing to indicate that he had anybody to go home to at night. <br><br>"You get here early yourself...you must be hard worker, too. Guess that's why you're the boss, though..." He smoothed his slacks again anxiously. The fabric was finely woven, hinting at a fair amount of money that wasn't coming from his job. His father took good care of both him and his mother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 03:47:42</strong>
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				As he returned, David was indeed looking over the desk. "Haven't had time to settle in yet, I see. No photos, no... knickknacks." He took the cup. "Thank you... well, I try to lead by example. Helps keep the troops focused. That, and being generous with my time outside of office hours. I encourage them to let their hair down once Friday comes around." His eyes drifted to Atticus's longish hair. "We all do our best to be friends here." His gaze moved back to meet the boy's, gauging his reactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 04:01:46</strong>
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				Atticus shrugged, but laughed softly, shyly, when told that on Friday's they were encouraged to let their hair down. He let his fingertips brush the hair and then his fingers fell back to his waistline, picking up his coffee cup from where he had rested it on the desk and then drumming them softly on it. <br><br>He took another slow sip of the sugary coffee and then shrugged. "I don't really have personal photos to put up. I don't know anyone here. No b..." He shrugged, laughing shyly, "No lover waiting at home for me." Nearly slipping and saying boyfriend made him clam up, eyes flickering down to the durable carpet shyly. <br><br>He smiled, faintly, "If you stay late to work, you'll probably be seeing a lot of me. I tend to get engrossed in work." <br><br>He nodded, taking another sip to busy his mouth so that he couldn't say anything stupid like his earlier slip-up, small hands wrapped firmly around his foam cup, swirling the liquid while his cool eyes tilted upwards to look at his boss slowly. The look in his eyes was nothing short of frigid, though it was nerves more than anything, revealed by the faint drumming of his fingers on the cup.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 04:12:43</strong>
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				David's eyebrow rose ever-so-slightly as he heard a "b-" and then Atticus changed the wording of his statement.<br><br>Seeing his new underling looking rather tense, drumming his fingers on his cup, he smiled broadly. "Well. I'll let you get settled. I'll check back in at close of play, see how you got on. Again, good to meet you."<br><br>He stepped back, ready to move away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:45:22</strong>
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				Atticus nodded, and moved to his desk, immediately figuring out what he was supposed to be doing. His fingers flew on the keyboard, files that had been previously inaccessible being sorted and sent out to their appropriate destinations. Being trilingual between Japanese, French, and English, he was incredibly efficient when it came to moving between multiple languages. He worked through his lunch break in order to get some files off to Tokyo, and when he did take his break it only took him a moment, just long enough to run down to the cafeteria and grab a ham and cheese sandwich as well as a frappucino.<br><br>He sat back at his desk, fingers flying over the keyboard, pausing to eat for about three minutes before he turned back to his work. He scratched down numbers, figuring out how much was owed to various companies, and then made a few calls to make sure that files had safely arrived and that various products were being shipped to their proper places. <br><br>As five o'clock came and went, Atticus stayed, flicking his desklight on as the sun went down. <br><br>As everyone else left and headed back home to their families and loved ones, he sat at his desk, one long leg crossed over the other as he filed the papers that he had worked on that day, with no real sign of letting up or stopping anytime soon. <br><br>The faint grey circles under his eyes only served to make him a bit more fragile, head resting on a hand as he flickered through various screens of numbers, absorbing everything that he was supposed to be doing while he was here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:58:09</strong>
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				"Still here, I see." <br><br>David stepped up behind Atticus, standing close.<br><br>"That matches your reputation for diligence. Still, though, you must be tired from moving, and productivity starts to drop after a while. All of this will still be here tomorrow..." He smiled gently. "Please... I don't want to be seen as a slave driver."<br><br>Then he half smirked. "Unless that's what you're into, of course." He chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:17:09</strong>
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				Atticus nodded, smiling faintly as he turned to look up at the boss standing above him, "Thank you." He flickered the papers between his fingers and sorted them out into three piles, briefly, making sure that he would be ablet o resume tomorrow.<br><br>"You never know. There's a reason that I've gotten so far at such a young age." He responded immediately with a sly wink, but his shyness caught up a moment later and colored his cheeks ever so slightly as he looked down, smoothing the papers down just so that he could have something to do. <br><br>He was uncertain about being around his boss, tucking some hair behind his ear, "You're workign pretty late, yourself." <br><br>Just so he could have something to say so he could remain calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:21:51</strong>
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				"Well, I wanted to evaluate your performance." David smiled enigmatically. <br><br>Then he looked more serious. "And to ask you something... earlier, you started to say something personal, then changed to a rather vaguer version."<br><br>He looked Atticus in the eye. "Are you attracted to men?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:30:18</strong>
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				Atticus pushed his chair back a few inches so the other man could see his work and get to it if he wanted. What he hadn't expected, though, was the question that came next. <br><br>"M-men?" <br><br>He looked down at his hands, shrugged a shoulder, flushing somewhat and then coughing softly. <br><br>"Uh, well...I mean, it has no effect on my work, but...I suppose..." He looked down, even farther, down at the carpet, "Yes. I'm attracted to men. Wh...what, uhm...what about you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:45:05</strong>
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				David chuckled at the young man's flustered response. "Well, I appreciate your candour. As for me... not as a rule. But there are exceptions to the rule. I will admit to liking men who... who have traits in common with the women I find attractive. Petite... rather feminine..."<br><br>He watched Atticus's reaction with clear interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 05:01:17</strong>
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				Atticus looked down at his desk, obviously uncomfortable with this thread of conversation, totally embarrassed by the other man's question. He blushed, then, only serving to accentuate his delicate face when told that the other man liked men with more feminine traits. <br><br>"Oh..." <br><br>He let his hands flutter over the papers, doing his best to distract himself so that he wouldn't say anything stupid, but the blush made it more than clear that he was aware he certainly possessed those traits himself. <br><br>"I've always had a thing for successful men, myself." Like his boss. Strong, successful, powerful. Someone who was self made and could take care of themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 22:09:03</strong>
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				David smiled at Atticus as he blushed with embarrassment in a decidedly girlish manner.<br><br>He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly as the younger man admitteed an attraction for successful men. "Well. I would like to think of myself as successful... so if you agreed, it seems that we have something in common. Perhaps you might like to discuss it further over a drink?" He gestured for Atticus to stand and follow him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 23:37:24</strong>
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				"Uhm..." He murmured quietly, a bit shyly, "Yeah. I guess a drink would be good..." He nodded and then began putting his work away quickly, setting the papers within files and drawers that had been set up for him. He made sure it was all perfectly organized, and then got up, picking up his dark grey wool coat. <br><br>Shrugging it on, he belted it around the waist, only serving to accentuate just how slim his frame really was. <br><br>"Drinks would be nice..." He said softly, but was anxious about going out with his boss. Afterall, that wasn't usually something that turned out well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 23:53:14</strong>
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				David smiled to himself as Atticus belted his coat at the waist, giving it the look of a skirt swinging around him to the knees. <br><br>He held his hand out to guide the boy out, not quite placing it on his back as he lead him to the elevator. He made a quick call on his sleek new phone as he waited for the lift to arrive. "I'm on my way down... taking a new employee for a welcome drink."<br><br>The doors opened and he indicated for Atticus to go ahead of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 01:06:02</strong>
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				Atticus trailed after David, following him into the elevator and then getting out before him, his hands tucked into his pockets. He didn't bother calling to let anyone know that he wasn't coming home - there was no one to call. His family was back in his home town and he had no one in this new city.<br><br>Going out for drinks was actually a bit of a relief, since he didn't know anyone, and getting to know smoeone around here might actually allow him teh chance to make a few friends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 02:15:50</strong>
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				The elevator opened again in the underground parking lot... where a black Audi waited, a driver looking out of the window. As he saw David and Atticus, he nodded, and there was a click. David opened the rear door, gesturing for Atticus to get in, and moved to the other side to get in himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 03:47:20</strong>
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				Atticus got into the waiting car, sitting next to to David when the door was closed behind him. He looked up at the driver, arms wrapped around himself, obviously a little bit nervous about this entire thing. Afterall, his boss had made a few comments earlier that made him realize his boss might want a bit more than a typical work relationship. He sat back against the seat, looking out the window as they passed out, biting his bottom lip.<br><br>"Thanks for taking me out for a drink. It'll be nice to get to know someone here..." He said quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 04:10:50</strong>
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				David smiled reassuringly as he sat back when the car started. "I'd also suggest getting lunch with some others at the office... I'm sure your arrival hasn't gone unnoticed, and your pevious reports don't make you sound too shy. I know it's quite a step moving to a new city, but you could view it as a chance to reinvent yourself. Become who you want to be." <br><br>The car rolled quietly through the unfamiliar night-time streets, past rows of office buildings with some lights still glowing, signs of those staying late or working outside the nine to five in this twenty-four-hour world.<br><br>"Best not to overdo it on your first day. Let's see two drinks, three at most? My treat, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 04:37:46</strong>
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				He nodded, but smiled shyly, "I'm really not particularly social. But I suppose that I'll make some friends while I'm there..." he whispered, obviously shy given the faint blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile that had come to his lips. "Oh, two drinks will be plenty...I'm afraid that I'm a bit of a light-weight." <br><br>He shrugged, but smiled in a rather friendly way, looking up at the other man. He was ready to follow him up to a bar, "What's your favorite drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:00:11</strong>
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				"Well, it depends on the situation. I like a good strong red with meat, a sweet white with fish, whiskey when I'm out with the boys, a rare scotch when I'm trying to impress a lady with my sophistication..." He smirked as the car pulled up outside a large, upscale bar at the edge of the business district as it bordered clubland.<br><br>He held the stenciled glass door for Atticus, and lead the way through a crowd of people in business attire, to the bar. <br><br>"A ten-year-old MacAllan," he said with a sidlong smile at Atticus, "and for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:29:24</strong>
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				Trailing behind the other man up to the bar, he thought about it for a second, not really accustomed to drinking. "Dry martini, please. Two olives." He rather liked them...the only problem was that they were strong, and two was plenty to get him tipsy at his rather slim height. He looked at Colin and offered a faint smile, peering upwards, licking his lips briefly and then leaning back against the bar as they waited for their drinks. When they came, he took the martini in hand, taking a slow sip, letting the liquor slide back smooth over his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:48:09</strong>
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				David's fingers brushed across Atticus's as he handed over the martini. He lead the way to a booth, and settled back into the well-upholstered leather couch.<br><br>"So tell me, what are your ambitions? Outside of work as well as inside. And be honest - this isn't an interview."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 18:30:20</strong>
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				Sliding into the booth, Atticus crossed his legs, taking a slow sip of the martini. His cheeks were still faintly pink from even the brief brush of contact they had had when he had been handed the martini. "Ambitions...?" He asked softly, looking up as he tried to think about what he did outside of work, when he was at home. "I just...I like working, really. I spend most of my time at the office. I'd like to get a job where I make good money and then settle down, when I'm old, I guess. That's about all I have planned out. I don't really do much outside of work...I really do spend most of my time at my desk," He said with a faint smile. "What about you, though? Tell me about yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 01:44:36</strong>
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				"Well, I've reached the point where I could settle down... or nearly, as my former wife would attest." David chuckled casually. "In the meantime, I try to get out of the office before half-five most days, try not to have lunch at my desk more than twice a week... spend one or two weekends a month out of town, on my yacht. I think my life's turned out rather well... but I'm always looking for the right person to share it with." His reflective smile faded to a gentler one as he held Atticus's gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:45:24</strong>
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				Atticus looked up, surprised to hear that the other man had an ex-wife, considering how young he was. "Mmm." He murmured, taking a sip of his martini as the other man leveled his gaze at him, obviously nervous and embarrassed all at once. This man was rich, powerful, and he had no idea what to think. He had never been with someone, even for drinks, who was like David. Afterall, everyone that he knew was back home in their small town. He had come from the rich family of that small town, though, and was entirely used to being around money. It wasn't the yacht that intimidated him...it was the other man's confidence, paired with his own shyness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:52:39</strong>
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				David smiled at Atticus's shy, blushing reaction as he sipped his scotch.<br><br>"I must admit, I am surprised that you don't have someone. I mean, you're very attractive... in a rather... girlish kid of way. Especially when you blush like that. It's very sweet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 03:59:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus flushed, looking down, looking away from the other man. He peered at the tabletop as though it was terribly interesting and then smiled faintly, not certain whether or not it was a compliment that he looked girlish. He supposed that he was. "I...well, I guess..." He shrugged faintly. "I'm shy. I've never really been one to go out and pursue dates..." He shrugged faintly, "I've always worked too hard, also. I work...a lot. I guess I do work instead of really going after a social life." He blushed faintly and shrugged, smiling up at him. <br><br>"I'm surprised to hear that you're single, as well." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hopefully a temporary condition." He chuckled. "I'm used to making the first move, and at least trying to be charming," he added with a self-deprecating smile. <br><br>He took another sip and looked back to Atticus, catching his eye. "Is it working?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 01:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah..." He murmured, blushing brilliantly, "It's definitely working." He took a sip of his drink, swirling it briefly between his fingers before he lay back with his head on the booth. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and then peered up at the other man. "So...you're hitting on me, then?" He asked, laughing shyly, smiling ever so faintly. He was a bit embarrassed but more pleased than anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 03:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I am." David smiled back, warm and confident. "Don't worry, it's strictly away from business, and it's only casual flirting. Unless... well, unless we share a common interest." He looked at his glass, and Atticus's. "Another?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 06:13:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, another drink would be great." He said, smiling faintly, looking down at his hands. "Well...tell me about your interests, then. I'm interested in you, so far." He said with a faint smile, running his fingers back through his hair, shaking back the ashy strands that were soft and lovely, and utterly feminine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good..." David nodded to a waiter and indicated "the same again" for both their glasses.<br><br>"Well, as I say, I'm interested in beauty. The kind possessed by women... and some men. Like you. I admire their softness... femininity. That's what drew me to you... at first glance, I wasn't certain as to your gender. I find that... very attractive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 20:47:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus' cheeks were taking on the soft pink of someone who was having a bit too much to drink, his blush clinging to his cheeks. "Uhm...thanks, I guess. I never really liked that, growing up. I always wanted to be more masculine but I guess you have to learn to live with what you have, right?" He shrugged, smiling shyly, looking up at the other man. The second martini made him blush, shyly, and he licked his lips. "I'm flattered, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To some extent, I suppose you do." David half smiled. "Of course, if you would prefer to be more manly, I should stop flattering you on how pretty you are."<br><br>He swirled his scotch around in his glass. "Which is a shame, because you really are <em>very</em> pretty.&nbsp; <br><br>He chuckled. "If you'd turned up to work in a skirt, I'd be taking you to dinner right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 07:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus smiled faintly, then let out a quiet laugh when told that if he had shown up in a skirt, he would be taking him to dinner. "I suppose I should go out and buy a skirt then, hm?" The question was teasing, but the flush on his cheeks and the rather brazen light in his gleaming eyes hinted that, perhaps, he was more serious than could initially be expected. It would take some guidance, though, to get him into a skirt and bent over a desk. "I'd like to be taken to dinner by you. I'm having a lot of fun with you, now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 15:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then, maybe you <em>should</em> buy a skirt." David smirked. <br><br>"I would like to see how you'd look all dressed up. Have you ever...?" He trailed off, leaving the rest of the obvious question unspoken as he looked into the younger man's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 07:38:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus looked down, smiling shyly, turning the martini between his fingers. "Uhm...no. No, I've never...but, I've thought about it..." He flushed, taking a sip of his second martini, nearly draining it in that gulp. He hardly needed it, as one drink got him drunk enough, and he'd probably end up stumbling back home after just two or three drinks. "I've always wondered what it would be like..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 00:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like to find out?" David leaned forwards, looking into the younger man's eyes, and smiled. "Because I certainly would."<br><br>He glanced at his Rolex. "And I think we have time to do a little shopping."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 01:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhm...yeah, I guess. I've never tried on a skirt or anything, before. I wouldn't want people to think...I dunno, badly...or...to think that I'm weird or something." He sighed quietly and looked down at the table but then smiled, still flushing shyly, "But...yeah. I think that I'd like to try getting a skirt. I mean, if you're offering," He said with a quiet smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 17:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I'm definitely offering." David stood, offering a hand to help Atticus up. <br><br>"I know somewhere very discreet where we can start. You're not the first for me... although I think you'll be the most beautiful."<br><br>He paid for the drinks with his gold card and guided the younger man towards the door, holding his hand just behind the small of his back like a man might guide a woman.<br><br>The black Audi waited outside, the driver holding the rear door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 19:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright..." Atticus mumbled, following the other man to the car, slipping into the waiting black Audi. He was nervous, but also equally excited to be trying on skirts, wanting to see what he would look like wearing women's clothing. It had never really been something he had thought he would be able to try...but if David knew where to take him and was offering to pay for it, he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to explore his fantasies.<br><br>"What color should I try on?" He asked quietly.<br><br>He kissed the other man's cheek, suddenly, shyly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David smiled at that action.<br><br>"I'd say start with black, dress for the office... and then branch out into something less businesslike. Definitely try pink at some point."<br><br>The car pulled away from the kerb, into traffic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 06:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you want me to wear dresses to the office?" He asked quietly, flushing and then looking up at the older man, licking his lips. He was nervous, looking out the window, thigh brushing the other man's. This entire thing made him anxious but in a way that was definitely good. He liked the way he felt, knowing he was experimenting, breaking rules that no man was rightfully supposed to break.<br><br>"We'll need shoes as well, then..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 13:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David chuckled. "I just meant see how you look in that style... but now you mention it I wouldn't mind. I could make you my secretary." He winked. "And yes, you'll definitely need shoes."<br><br>The car rolled through the evening streets.<br><br>"It depends how you feel about it, of course. If you enjoy it..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 01:28:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing, he looked down at his lap, letting the lights of the city wash over his face. "Mmm...maybe. First, I think we should just give it a try out of the office." He was shy about this, couldn't help being that way, obviously uncertain about doing something that was so different from what he did every day.<br><br>Atticus was a creature of routine, and breaking his routine induced a bit of fear, obviously nervous about this. "Alright. You just...tell me what to try on, and I'll do it." <br><br>He was willing to let the other man guide him through this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 04:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl." David gave a rich, low chuckle as he called him that. <br><br>He made a brief phone call as the car drifted across the lanes and swerved onto a ramp, down into an underground parking lot.<br><br>The driver stepped out to open the car doors after parking and calling the elevator.<br><br>The mirrored interior opened as David exited the car and guided Atticus towards it.<br><br>He pressed the highest button, the ninth floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 07:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus laughed, but it was shy, and uncertain. He stretched slowly and lay back along the seat for the last few minutes but rose nervously when they headed to the elevator, following the lead of the older man. It seemed to make sense to trail after him, since he knew where he was going. <br><br>"I'm excited," he murmured, finally. <br><br>It was true - his heart was pounding, nerves almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He was excited to try and experiment like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 04:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good. I wouldn't want you to do this if you weren't." David smiled. "Well, I <em>would</em>, but only so I could see you," he chuckled.<br><br>The elevator doors glided open, revealing a corridor with double doors leading in to a large room with seating for fifty or sixty and a small stage at the opposite end. it was currently empty, apart from two well-dressed women in their thirties, waiting in the foyer.<br><br>"Good evening, Mr. Harris." <br><br>"Joan," he nodded to the first woman. "And this is my guest..."<br><br>"A pleasure. And how shall we address you?" Joan smiled at Atticus, and the second woman, her assistant, paused with a pen ready at her clipboard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 00:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus trailed about, sticking as much as he could do the other man's side, holding onto him. He smiled faintly at the women, but was obviously nervous especially given that there was a stage, wondering where they were. Wondering, really, where David had taken him.<br><br>"Um...you can call me Atty, I suppose." He said quietly, wondering what they were going to be given. He had never been in a skirt or high heels so he was nervous.<br><br>He was a bit scared that this was all some sort of trick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 03:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Atty," the first woman repeated.<br><br>"Hmm..." David mused, and leaned closer. "Maybe a female name would help? You could be... Alice, maybe?" He smiled mischievously.<br><br>The women started to walk, hips swaying and high heels clicking, towards a side door leading to the backstage area, looking to the younger man to follow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 20:55:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alice is a nice name..." He murmured slowly, running his fingers back through his hair and smiling shyly. He followed the other woman, looking back at David, fingertips brushing the other man's in obvious nervousness as he followed the other man back behind the stage. <br><br>"I guess I'm going to try on a dress, then, huh?" He asked shyly.<br><br>His face turned pink, a shy smile on his face, obviously nervous.<br><br>"I guess I'll give it a shot..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 04:02:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you are. More than one, if you're willing." Joan gave him a reassuring smile. "First time? Don't worry, we've helped a few like you. Not normally as pretty, though."<br><br>In the wings was a dressing area with cubicles as well as a small cleared section. Makeup mirrors glittered, surrounded by lightbulbs. Along one wall were racks of clothes.<br><br>"First things first - underwear. Strip to yours, and we can fit you for some new."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 07:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus smiled faintly, then began untucking his shirt, unbuttoning the expensive fabric and then smoothing it down over his body. He paused for a moment, then pulled it off after unbuttoning it, setting it aside then standing just in his boxers in front of the two women.<br><br>"Ah..." He mumbled quietly.<br><br>He was obviously nervous as he ran his fingers back through his dark, glossy hair, scared by all of this. He hardly knew what to do with himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 04:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two women inspected him, smiling politely. "You won't have to shave your legs, I see," Joan said with an encouraging smile. <br><br>"Amy?" she asked. Her assistant nodded, wrapped a tape measure around Atticus's hips, then waist - rather tightly, then chest. She nodded once.<br><br>"Now, what would you like?" Joan asked him. "Silk, satin, lace? I would definitely suggest a waist-cincher as well as a strapless bra with some padding... colours to match your first dress. Of course, you'll need quite a few to go with everything." She smiled encouragingly. "Since you're new to this, let's start with white, shall we?"<br><br>Amy smiled and nodded as she walked over to the selection of underwear, retrieving a bra, panties and what looked like a small girdle, all in white silk. "Try these on," she said, gesturing towards the small cubicle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 15:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Alice' smiled shyly, taking what was given to him and heading into the fitting room, slipping into the clothes and clenching them closed about him. They fit perfectly, and with his slim frame, it wouldn't be hard at all to make him look like the lovely girl that he would love to be. He was terribly shy about this.<br><br>This was...so...strange.<br><br>He liked the feel of silk against his skin, loving how smooth it was, how snugly it fit against his body. <br><br>This, if nothing else, was thrillingly exhilarating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he stepped out, Joan and Amy looked himup and down, nodding approvingly.<br><br>"Tuck between your legs," Joan suggested. The snug panties made this easy, keeping his manhood hidden and almost flat.<br><br>"Now, should we paint your toenails or move on to stockings?" Amy asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 02:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Atticus tucked himself, though was a bit anxious about this strange new feeling, smoothing it down his body. "Uhm...stockings, I guess." He murmured.<br><br>His legs were long, slim, showing both how feminine and how young he was.<br><br>They would look lovely encased in a pair of stockings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 04:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy nodded, opened a small packet and withdrew a pair of white silk stockings with lace around the bands.<br><br>"Roll them down, slip them over your toes and then heels, then roll them up." She rolled one of them to show him, and demonstrated how to point his toes. "Very gently..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 08:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following the instructions exactly as they had been given, he rolled the stockings up over slim thighs, smoothing them downan then standing up, looking at himself in the mirror. "Wow..." He whispered, still thrilled by the feel of the silk slipping against his body, just enjoying it. He felt...amazing. <br><br>He looked amazing, too, his body slim enough that the clothes hung about him the way that they were supposed to, clinging to that tiny waist and those long legs. "What do you think David will think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sweet as Candy [closed, Beatrice Black and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 01:10:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think he'll be very pleased," Joan said with an encouraging smile. <br><br>"Now, your first outfit... the secretary."<br><br>She handed him a white satin blouse with cap sleeves, and a bow to tie at the neck in place of a tie (http://www.notempire.com/images/uploads/betseyJohnsonSatinBlouse.jpg), as Amy took a black suit from the rack, revealing it to have a skirt instead of trousers.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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