[Binding Pleasures Night Club] First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)
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				Title: <strong>[Binding Pleasures Night Club] First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Used Carlot</strong> on <strong>28-10-2006, 01:01:45</strong>
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				((Since our friend shit if off really hard and heavy I'll start this for those who want to join the action but not around Those two. Just read the first post on there and go to town here.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 21:46:12</strong>
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				A row of candles glows within red glass vases, illuminating a slightly raised pedestal upon which a huge, empty, alabaster and velvet chair sits on a marble dias, waiting for its occupant.&nbsp; In that pale light kneels a young woman, sitting atop her crossed ankles with her hands resting on her bare calves.&nbsp; A few thin silver chains adorn her wrists, ankles, and neck, and she wears silk stockings, a black garter belt, and a teddy... all cut and stitched to mold perfectly to her body.&nbsp; Suprisingly well endowed, every other aspect of her body looks like that of a finely trained gymnast, and her ebony hair hangs in soft tendrils around her delicate face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-11-2006, 17:11:52</strong>
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				She lifts her head and stands, stretching her back in a long, feline arch, and turns to survey the empty hall.&nbsp; "Tsk..." she shakes her head before turning to sit in the Chair.&nbsp; The girl is no longer a her, but a Her, crossing her legs at the knee from her throne where She perches, regal and sensual in black lace and silk, Her long-fingered hands resting on the oversized arms like a Queen surveying Her hall... bored, She waits for Her service to arrive.&nbsp; Her dark eyes burn with a vivid, passionate imagination, as within Her mind She considers the infinite combination of senses and materials required to create the perfect lover... the candles continue to shed their soft, flickering light over Her golden skin, and She idly reaches one graceful limb out to toy with the soft plume of peacock feathers standing erect in the vase beside the throne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-11-2006, 21:33:28</strong>
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				Part of the small crowd allowed in the back part of the club, Eric disappeared into a restroom shortly after he was waved through.&nbsp; Since he was an investor in the club, minor though his investment was, he'd gotten his invitation to the opening, and the special rooms.&nbsp; A few minutes later, the well known model came back into the common area.&nbsp; Instead of the suit he'd worn to the opening, he now wore his preferred attire - a backwards baseball cap and pair of fairly tight cut off jeans shorts.&nbsp; He brushed down his fur in a few spots as his eyes surveyed the room.&nbsp; He knew what effect his minimal attire had on women, usually.&nbsp; Especially the bare chest and the way his shorts molded themselves to his thighs.&nbsp; As he looked around the room, the shorts started to leave little to the imagination, the sight of plentiful amounts of naked or near naked female flesh having its typical physiological effect.<br><br>He grunted slightly at the vixen he spotted first.&nbsp; Not exactly his type.&nbsp; Even if he didn't take into account the dobbie behind her.&nbsp; The human woman, on the other hand, looked interesting.&nbsp; As did some of the clientele.&nbsp; This was probably the most interesting opening he'd ever been to.&nbsp; Well, except for that time with the well-known actress, her brother, and probably half the hotel restaurant staff . . . but that was another story all together.&nbsp; To kill some time while he decided, Eric went up the the bar and ordered an entire bottle of a decent shiraz.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 03:45:05</strong>
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				Drink in hand, Eric wandered the main room.&nbsp; He mingled casually, noting a few prospects in the glass fronted booths.&nbsp; He kept their names in mind for later exploration.&nbsp; For the moment, mingling and seeing who his fellow patrons were sounded interesting.&nbsp; Afterall, one shouldn't rush overly quickly into simple pleasures.&nbsp; Not when one could seek more . . . lasting . . . enjoyments.&nbsp; Perhaps even, he thought as he spotted one particular businesswoman in the small crowd, someone to share later pleasures with.&nbsp; Smiling, he approached the woman [Laura].&nbsp; A vague suspicion that he ought to know her came to mind.&nbsp; His brother certainly would.&nbsp; There were few business types in the city that Mark didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 12:51:29</strong>
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				Laura sat at her table, sipping a soda as she looked around the club. She wasn't imbibing on alchohol for if she was to experience anythiing later, she didn't want the time dulled by an alcoholic haze. She had been surprised when her last date gifted her with a membership here, but perhaps he knew better than she what she was missing in her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 14:25:23</strong>
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				Eric approached and smiled again, "Hello, miss . . ."&nbsp; A little something he'd learned from watching his brother.&nbsp; Mark was an absolute genius when it came to schmoozing and money.&nbsp; Too bad he'd be pissed if he found out where that $4000 had gone.&nbsp; He might actually like the decor, if not the club's purpose.&nbsp; The mouse gave anothe rmental smile at that idea.&nbsp; Mark'd have a fit if he knew the latter, especially if their PR assistant found out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 14:30:24</strong>
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				Laura looked, startled to find someone there. "Bond, Laura Bond," she introduced herself. She had to laugh to herself, she had stolen that line from the one James Bond movie she had watched many years ago. It never ceased to amuse her. She extended her hand, "And you are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 16:29:50</strong>
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				"Eric . . ." he left off there, taking her hand and gently shaking it.&nbsp; The mouse-model held her hand a bit longer than was strictly necessary and smiled indulgently at the introduction.&nbsp; Eric left his last name off, figuring most people knew him.&nbsp; Or perhaps she didn't.&nbsp; If not, that could be fun.&nbsp; Once he released Laura's hand, he waited, either for a sign of recognition, an invitation to join her, or a dismissal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 18:25:08</strong>
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				"A pleasure to meet you, Eric. Would you like to join me?" Laura inquired, still stunned by him being a mouse. She indicated the chair next to hers and waved one of the waiters over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 21:49:57</strong>
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				"Likewise," he glanced quickly, "Ms. Bond."&nbsp; No ring that he could see, so a good guess.&nbsp; Eric took the offered seat and another sip of his drink.&nbsp; His tolerance was pretty high, after years of parties and collection premieres, but still, he wasn't a Reid or Hilton.&nbsp; Better to go slow, no need to get sloppy drunk.&nbsp; "If you don't mind my asking, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 21:57:36</strong>
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				"Ahh," Laura began with a hint of red to her cheeks, "I have a string of unfulfilling relationships. My last attempt was with an old friend. It once again didn't work out, and he decided that I was not vanilla at all and everyone I dated was. So for my birthday, he gifted me with a membership here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 22:40:06</strong>
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				Eric chuckled, "Ah.&nbsp; Interesting gift.&nbsp; Have you seen anything you like so far?"&nbsp; He'd never been much for idle chit-chat, but the place was still a little new.&nbsp; And he'd picked out a couple likely prospects for himself.&nbsp; At the moment, the mouseguy was just deciding whether to broach the subject of sharing an employee.&nbsp; Or whether he should just go make his selection and fully enjoy himself.&nbsp; Since she didn't ask why he was there, he didn't bother volunteering the information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-11-2006, 22:47:09</strong>
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				"I've seen a lot of things that intrigue me, but somehow I suspect that the more interesting things go on behind the scenese, in rooms I haven't seen yet. And you ? Have you seen anything you like so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 04:32:26</strong>
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				Eric shrugged, sipped from his drink again and nodded toward a few of the women in the booths.&nbsp; "Those three stand out, at least to my tastes," he murmured, "Though I've no interest in her."&nbsp; The last was said while he noted Countess.&nbsp; "I'm thinking about that one."&nbsp; This directed toward Dahlia.&nbsp; "But I haven't made up my mind yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 08:30:53</strong>
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				"Ahhh," Laura said softly, sipping her wine. "Well, so far I haven't seen any male pets or employees to choose from, so I'll nurse my wine for a bit longer then probably call it a night." She leaned back in her chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 14:08:54</strong>
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				He looked around the room too and nodded.&nbsp; "They don't have many, do they?" Eric asked, just continuing the conversation.&nbsp; Some small part of him felt sorry for his fellow patron.&nbsp; But it was only a small part.&nbsp; Most of the rest of his mind was busily undressing her and Dahlia, individually.&nbsp; As he mentally shifted to what he might do with them, a definite stirring began down below.&nbsp; He shifted slightly in his chair, whether to bring his more and more obvious eaction into Laura's view or not even he didn't know, but comfort was definitely a thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 16:16:54</strong>
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				"I haven't seen any, to be honest," Laura replied, noticing his reaction as he watched the woman. <em></em>Well, so much for getting his attention<em></em>. She finished her wine and set down her glass.&nbsp; "I think you've found someone you want to be with tonight, best of luck to you and have fun."&nbsp; She lay the money for her drink on the little tray the waiter had left and stood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 17:05:16</strong>
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				(OOC: Sorry, he was still paying attention to Laura, my apologies if that was confusing.)<br><br>Eric was a little flustered, he hadn't meant to give offense to the woman.&nbsp; Hastily, he shifted gears to try to keep her from being offended.&nbsp; "I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to offend you, if I have," he said quickly, then plowed ahead, "How 'bout we get a pet to share?"&nbsp; His eyes flashed with a hint of mastery.&nbsp; New images formed in his mental picture as he rose to meet Laura, his physical excitement obvious for anyone to see.&nbsp; The picture of both attractive women tied up on their knees serving him came unbidden to mind.&nbsp; An interesting idea, kind of like that time in Rio . . . the swimsuit shoot . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 17:11:41</strong>
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				(ooc: My bad, I missed the her and Dahlia, for some reason, I only saw Dahlia. You know, I tried to update my glasses and they keep telling me my prescription's the same)<br><br>IC: Laura smiled, "Oh, you didn't offend me, not at all." She tilted her head when he mentioned getting a pet to share, "All right, I'm game," she smiled. "Just don't expect me to be a dom with her, there's not a dominant bone in my body," Laura admitted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 17:42:21</strong>
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				Though out of earshot from those speaking, She is not oblivious to the attention, though her regal posture and haughty air don't betray it, and She remains stoic... one long, golden-skinned leg relaxes, settles upon the floor, as She languidly re-crosses Her legs and extends one slender hand to take up a silver goblet, just over the arm of Her Chair.&nbsp; She swirls it in Her hand, eyeing it coldly, then brings it to Her lips and tilting Her head back for a long swallow, Her slender throat working and full breasts thrusting forth ever-so-subtly.&nbsp; <br>She's practically dripping sex, with a capital S... in case the idea isn't already clear.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 21:37:01</strong>
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				Eric chuckled, "Exactly what I like to hear . . . You'll both serve, and service, me then . . ."&nbsp; Getting into the role, a natural one for the model, his hnad clamped around Laura's bicep as he steered her toward Dahlia's booth.&nbsp; On the way, he whispered, "Tell me your darkest fantasies, my pet.&nbsp; The things you've wished someone would make you do in your best wet dreams."&nbsp; The relatively sudden change in demeanor was normal, something that happened whenever he became highly aroused and excited.&nbsp; The kind of thing that happened when he was about to take a compliant and submissive partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 21:44:22</strong>
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				Laura squeaked slightly as his hand closed around her bicep. "My darkest fantasies? I have had some very dark ones, ones that should stay buried where they are, more than likely. But a few of them are being tied tightly, gagged and tormented, a few times it involved being displayed." Laura felt herself grow weak with anticipation at just the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 21:52:32</strong>
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				The mouseguy chuckled again.&nbsp; "Excellent, my dear Bond-Pet . . . I think I'll call you that for a while," he said, quietly, as they came near the booth, "I think I'll keep you to myself for now.&nbsp; Maybe later I'll let you put on a show for these people."&nbsp; He nodded toward Dahlia's booth.&nbsp; "We'll take her.&nbsp; And a room with a four poster bed and large tub.&nbsp; With the usual amenities."&nbsp; He was already picturing having both women bound and alternating servicing him.&nbsp; Or making his newfound "friend" watch him play with the club pet, while she was well tied up.
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 21:55:20</strong>
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				Laura smiled and waited by his side while he claimed the employee. Her entire body seemed to tingle with anticipation at what was to come,a nd she realized her friend was probably right. She was strictly non-vanilla.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 22:11:16</strong>
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				The black-masked consierge scurries over to Dahlia's booth.&nbsp; Without speaking, he extends one gloved hand and snuffs a golden candle by the entrance to the booth.&nbsp; Dahlia notes this and stands, reaching to the back of Her neck to unhook the silver necklace there.&nbsp; <br><br>And, just like that, She's a she.&nbsp; <br><br>Dahlia steps off the dias and lowers her face gently, her posture having converted to that of a proud servant, and she receives her orders from the consierge who, suddenly, seems more authoritative than her.&nbsp; She curtsies-- the act strange without her wearing a skirt, and walks forward with her hands hanging limply by her sides, moving only gently with the broad sway of her hips, her feet crossing with&nbsp; a click, click, clicking of heels with each careful, precise step.&nbsp; She kneels upon the bare floor next to their table, her feet crossing under her and her hands folding behind her head tilted down but held high, breasts thrust forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 01:33:32</strong>
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				Eric watched with interest as Dahlia approached.&nbsp; He smiled broadly, in obvious pleasure, as she knelt before him.&nbsp; In a rare moment of gentleness, he reached out and caressed her chin, tilting her head up a little to look at her.&nbsp; Already, thanks in part to his view of her cleavage, the head of his generous endowment was sticking up out of his waistband.<br><br>The mouseguy nodded in satisfaction.&nbsp; He pulled down on Laura's bicep, "You want to submit, Bond-Pet?&nbsp; Then learn from this one.&nbsp; On your knees before your master."&nbsp; He was fully aware that they were still in the common room, but figured they'd have a minute or two before a room was ready.&nbsp; Grinning, Eric waited for Laura to comply.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he lightly stroked Dahlia's hair once, twice.<br><br>(OOC: Just FMI, what's Laura wearing, I think I missed it?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 01:52:58</strong>
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				Laura straightened her tight black dress, the swells of her breasts peeking over the neckline of the dress as she knelt. She peeked behind her briefly to make certain no one was in danger of tripping over her feet. Her thin gold necklace glinted off of her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 05:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7677.msg271991#msg271991">Quote from: Vandren on 08-11-2006, 01:33:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Eric watched with interest as Dahlia approached.&nbsp; He smiled broadly, in obvious pleasure, as she knelt before him.&nbsp; In a rare moment of gentleness, he reached out and caressed her chin, tilting her head up a little to look at her.&nbsp; Already, thanks in part to his view of her cleavage, the head of his generous endowment was sticking up out of his waistband.<br><br>The mouseguy nodded in satisfaction.&nbsp; He pulled down on Laura's bicep, "You want to submit, Bond-Pet?&nbsp; Then learn from this one.&nbsp; On your knees before your master."&nbsp; He was fully aware that they were still in the common room, but figured they'd have a minute or two before a room was ready.&nbsp; Grinning, Eric waited for Laura to comply.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he lightly stroked Dahlia's hair once, twice.<br><br>(OOC: Just FMI, what's Laura wearing, I think I missed it?)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her eyes submissively downcast, she avoids eye contact out of respect-- even as her finely sculpted chin is lifted and her throat bared.&nbsp; She shows no reaction but meekness, though a gleam in her eye hints that there is more within her heart... and that submitting is, for her, an artform and a pleasure.&nbsp; Her downcast eyes take private note of his member, and having thus aroused her Master pleases her.&nbsp; She parts her lips in a bold measure of... professionalism. and speaks, "This one will see to m'Lord's room, if it is His desire..."&nbsp; <br><br>She lifts one leg in a yoga-like show of flexibility, extending it to her side without leaving the kneeling position or even wavering in her balance.&nbsp; She reaches into the silk band of her panties, barely covering her sex-- the outline of those full, ripe lips are visible beneath the smooth fabric-- and from just inside that band (any more inside, and it'd be damp) she draws out a silver skeleton key, no longer than a girl's pinkie finger, with a black silk tassle attached.&nbsp; She returns to kneeling.&nbsp; "m'Lord's key..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 15:01:04</strong>
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				Eric grinned down at both of his temporary pets.&nbsp; So far, this was shaping up to be an interesting and entertaining evening.&nbsp; He spotted that little gleam and his thoughts shifted slightly.&nbsp; This could be even more fun, in some ways.&nbsp; "You may do that, Pet.&nbsp; But, take Bond-Pet with you.&nbsp; Get her out of this dress, nice though it is.&nbsp; Get her any other clothing she desires and make sure she's changed to best please your master in the next ten minutes," he said, "If she's not ready, or I'm not pleased, you'll both be punished."<br><br>Before they could go, the mouseguy tilted Laura's chin up to look at her.&nbsp; "And you.&nbsp; Do exactly as this Pet tells you, until I arrive.&nbsp; But, I want you to follow her on your hands and knees.&nbsp; Give Master a good view on your way out of this room," he instructed, before releasing her and letting them both leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 16:45:57</strong>
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				Laura gaped for a moment, then dropped to her hands and knees and followed the employee from the room, wondering what the punishment might be if he wasn't pleased.&nbsp; Electricity sparked through out her body as she crawled toward the other room, uncertain of what to expect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 16:53:19</strong>
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				The servant dahlia bows her head lower before rising, head still inclined, shoulders back and feet together in a submissive, offering posture.&nbsp; She backs two steps away, respectfully, before whirling on the other pet.&nbsp; Coldly, she curls one finger at the one on the ground before her, her full red lips curling in the faintest hint of a smile.&nbsp; She leads her along the black marble tile and red oriental rugs to the private area, where one room stands alone... it is marked with a white dahlia flower, and the sub expertly fits and turns the key, ushering Laura inside.&nbsp; *TRANSITION: Leaving scene for *The Room with the Dahlia**
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Night Out (For non Panda and Nikita types)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 21:25:21</strong>
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				As the two left, Eric stood and finished his drink.&nbsp; His eyes never left the beautiful women who'd be his for the next . . . apparently as long as he wanted them.&nbsp; Oddly, the mouse didn't seem to mind that a good two inches of his growing flesh were sticking out the top of his waistband.&nbsp; Heck, at home, and elsewhere when he could get away with it, he preferred to go around completely stripped.&nbsp; So, this little inadvertant display was nothing.&nbsp; He smiled as they turned into the room and thought about whether he'd really give them ten minutes to get Laura changed . . .
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