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Sitting on the toilet Riley sighed, there was a heavy load of cum that completely soaked through her boyshorts leaving markings on the inside of her pants, "Fuck me." Groaning she'd slide off her pants and panties, "I wonder if boxers would have been soaked through." She normally wore boxers at night but panties were practical for school. Pulling some toilet paper from the roll Riley tried to wipe up the sticky results of her time with Taylor. It wasn't seeming to work, "Just great!" Punching the stall wall, "Ow, that smarts." Her knuckles turned rad from the impact. Taking longer then it should have she decided to just change into her gym shorts and panties.

"I am such an idiot sometimes," belittling herself, just as she laced up her sneakers, the bell tolled. This was the signal of the end of the school week furthermore the start of the weekend. Throwing away the last bit of trash into the nearby bin Riley hurried out of the locker room. Her Tripp pants rolled up and shoved into her bag if anyone mentioned anything about her sudden wardrobe change she'd either; punch telling them to piss off or walk away. Her reaction depended on who dared to question.

It was cold outside though, the winter chill rushed over her shaven legs and instantly made her shiver, but it also helped with other worries that she had with chilled air kept them high and tight. Hurrying to the bus, Riley's teeth were chattering, she'd climb on and take her seat in the far back. Putting her bag next to the wall and using it as a prop before putting in her Air pods, turning up the music and drowning out the environment to become lost within her own realm once more.

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Being ready and on the bus before Riley, Taylor watched he board and raised an eyebrow at her wardrobe change. Still, he looked away and kept silent when she neared. Perhaps it was a workout thing? Running in the cold is great for the lungs, right? Perhaps she was aiming to jog when she got home.

He caught himself looking at her smooth legs and wondering what it'd be like to shave; not that he grew much body hair to begin with. He could try it... his mother worked 2-11 which gave him plenty of time. He could even try out some makeup... shaking the thought away, he blushed. _No! I'm a boy!! ...but maybe._

Oh! The video! If he didn't find out what the fate was for the video Riley took, he'd be anxious all weekend. He looked over, but she was deep into her seat with her earbuds blasting alt rock. So he decided to do something risky. He got up then quickly plopped down next to Riley in her seat and tapped her shoulder to grab her attention before immediately bracing for the impact of a punch or other such defense she had ready.

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Riley hadn't opened up her sketchbook like she normally would have done by this point. Music blaring in her ears and body still frozen from the outside weather, she was focusing on getting warm. Surrendering to the music, Riley hadn't expected anyone to disturb her which is one of the reasons she instantly struck Taylor before her eyes were even open. A balled fit swung fiercely not knowing where or who it was going to land on. Eyes opening as soon as the collision was made. The full force of her strength thrown into the blow deadening Taylor's arm at the connection point. "Oh shit," Riley blurted out sitting up properly while pulling out her earbuds.

There would indeed be a bruise on his arm if he wasn't lucky. "Taylor, what the fuck do you want?" Snapping defensively at him, her eyes looking at the boy's arms where she had hit him, then up to his eyes. "You're lucky I didn't hit you in the jaw as fragile as you are I may have broken it," even though she was speaking harshly to him there was a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you alright?"

The two girls who always set in front of Riley would both turn around, "what is going on back there?" One asked looking at the two of them, "Oh, it's just bitch boy rallying up Riley," the other added in. They'd laugh but catch a glare from the punk that instantly stopped their giggles and forced them to face the front once more.

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Taylor held and rubbed his new wound which rendered his arm numb. It was quite the punch, but at least he was expecting something like that; and that is wasn't anything more vital like she said. He was indeed a dainty boy. "S-Sorry..." He said while looking down into his lap. _Perhaps tossing a letter instead would have been best..._ Now he found himself nearly forgetting why he came over here.

Then he looked over to her and leaned in a little, talking quietly. "I just... well, I-I wanted to to know what you were doing with that video. You're not going to, y'know... share it, right?" He found sustained eye contact with her difficult, but he kept his pleading expression aimed at her face.

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Seeing that he wasn't hurt too bad, Riley listened to Taylor's question seeing the expression on his soft delicate features she would reply not bothering to keep her voice down since the two gossip whores in front were back to their ear-bleeding pop music. "Well, I am going to download it onto my Macbook, and if you end up pissing me off then I may upload it to punish teens dot com." Adjusting the way she was sitting, Riley moved her bag to the flood pushing it up under her seat with her foot, and let her back leaning against the window. Tucking a foot up under herself to be able to look directly at him, "but that's only if you tick me off." Studying him she wondered if had ever been to a porn site before. "Unless you want me to share it, babe. You know you could totally be a camwhore for money," smugly she'd add in the last part just to tease him.

The bus started its journey pulling out of the bus lot and onto the road. The noise level was elevated with it being a Friday, so there was hardly any chance of their conversation being heard.

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The boy's cheeks reddened as she mentioned the last part about being a cam whore. "Do you---" He started to ask an embarrassing question before realizing what was coming out of his mouth. Stuttering mid-query to halt himself, he instead decided that she'd just pry it out of him anyways and he wasn't a good liar. Bringing his hands together on his lap now, he slowly circled his thumbs around each other. "...r-really think I could?---Not that I'd want to! I just---uhm..." His big eyes scanned Riley's face "Am I pretty?"

As he asked, his heart fell into his gut. _What am I doing asking Riley of all people something like that??_

[User] _He is so cute when he blushes I just want to rough him up and then protect him!_ Riley thought as she saw his cheeks redden. His stammered question caught her off guard. Riley would have put money that her statement would have made him clam up. Taylor's actions were absolutely adorable. The way he looked into her eyes as he posed the question nearly caused her to blush. It took the dominating young punk a few seconds which seemed to pass by like minutes to respond to him. "You're adorable Taylor," Riley let it slip and in turn, she put up a defensive wall adding in, "Anyone would pay to see you get abused. Hell, I may put that video up and charge people to view it, I could use some extra money." The way her voice softened when she complimented him compared to the stern tone of the following words anyone could tell she was being defensive.

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Taylor simply continued staring at her after she finished her dialogue. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it most certainly was not what he heard. _Riley thinks I'm adorable?_ With the girl being obviously defensive about it, he wondered if he hit a soft spot by asking and she was now building up a wall.

He had no idea how to react, and so the two sat in silence for a few seconds of awkward stillness. Eventually Taylor let out a nervous chuckle before looking down at his lap once more. "Please don't post it." He had a lot of questions on his mind but was far too shy for even this much interaction, so instead he chose to fall back. "Uhm, have a good weekend." He added before beginning to slide out of the seat to retreat to his own.

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_I won't..._ Riley had meant to say those words out loud but she couldn't she didn't want him to think that she was too much of a wuss to post up the video. During those few seconds, Riley had time to compose herself and build back up some confidence that she had lost monetarily. "Babe," calling out to Taylor she'd reach and touch his arm below where she had struck him, "What's---um, give me your number." Almost asking instead of demanding Riley caught herself and corrected the words she chose to use. "You don't think you can just ask me if you're cute enough to be a camwhore and not expect me not to want your number," she wasn't sure how the two related but the conversation was already awkward Riley didn't think she needed to explain herself.

"Shit," her stop was coming up, "fuck it," grabbing a pen that was clipped onto the interior of her shoulder bag Riley grabbed Taylor's arm once more. Taking the cap of the gel pen off with her teeth she'd write her digits down on his arm, her handwriting wasn't girly but it wasn't sloppy either. "Text me," Riley stated grabbing her belongings as the bus came to a stop, "I know you live at 85 Water Drive, so don't make me have to stop by." The bus driver called out to her, "yeah I am coming, sheesh." Exiting the bus and walking up to the chain length fence, Riley opened the gate and started down the basic concrete walkway that led to a screened in porch.

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Taylor watched her as she left and then down to the numbers on his arm when she was out of sight. Was that a flirt...? Or was she expecting a ransom for the video's deletion? He wasn't sure. He certainly didn't expect to get her number and he definitely had no idea what to text her. Despite this he immediately whipped out his phone to add her into his contacts.

When he got home, he of course found himself alone. The urges he felt from earlier about shaving came back to him so he quickly made his way into the restroom. A few hours passed and with a few youtube tutorials under his belt, as well as just a few cuts, Taylor was sitting naked in his bathtub with silky smooth legs. It felt so freeing~ and it gave him the motivation to shave pretty much anything below his neck; which wasn't hardly anything so it didn't take much longer. He of course didn't have facial hair to worry about.

All the while he kept wondering what to text to Riley. After he got dressed again, he headed to his bed and flopped down to stare at his phone. He didn't know what to say, sure, but he probably shouldn't have her showing up here. Or should he...? No. Deciding against drawing her out, at about 6:00, he finally shot her a text which took him ages to devise.

"Hey. It's Taylor." That was it. It would take him another few minutes before hitting send.

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Riley's house was empty as well, her parents were still at work, and she wasn't sure when they would be home as they had both texted her saying they were pulling double shifts. This was typical. Deciding that she needed to eat since she had opted out of getting lunch that day and barely had any breakfast, Riley made herself a gluten-free dairy-free grilled cheese sandwich with a glass of milk and a bowl of tomato soup. Most of the afternoon was spent when her on her Macbook surfing the web and playing Dead by Daylight with Netflix playing on her television in her bedroom. Honestly, she had forgotten about giving her phone number to Taylor since playing as the Trapper and watching the mindless survivers waltz into her beartraps was keeping her mind out of the gutter.

She was on a killing streak, Riley had won every game killing all four survivors every time. Her phone was laying on the bed next to her, "hm?" Leaning over Riley noticed the odd number but the text caught her mind. "Oh, that's right!" laughing, she'd finish her game taking another twenty minutes to complete before replying with a devil emoji and the words; Hello my pet. She had an idea but would wait to see how the evening played out. Sitting her phone back down she'd jump into another lobby.

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Taylor read the text and felt himself blushing. _Does she really see me in that way...?_ The picture of him in the collar flashed before his eyes and his nerves tingled around his body. To help keep himself occupied and out of the gutter he hopped up to go search for some food. He found a note on the kitchen table from his mother saying something about a chef's salad being left in the fridge for him, ready to go.

The simple act of eating and watching Pewdiepie calmed his nerves enough to think up something more. At the very least, this could be seen as a way to soften Riley's aggression towards him. Maybe. A few minutes later he would send another text. "So, what're you up to?" Simple enough, he thought, but an icebreaker all the same.

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Her phone buzzed again, peeking over she'd see the new name that she added for Taylor: Kitten. A smile crossed her lips but she was in the middle of a heated battle having to deal with two Claudette's in a single game. She was slightly irked but somehow getting a text from Taylor seemed to cheer her up some. Not able to reply right away, Riley finished her game before thinking about replying to him. At this point, her blood pressure was elevated and her Macbook paid the price for the annoying survivors toying with her all game as she slammed it shut. "I hate Claudette's," Riley growled but picking up her phone and her dirty dishes taking them to the sink as she thought carefully on what she was going to respond. Part of her was wanting, no, needing the social interactions but another part of her was scared to accept it.

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen Riley looked up at the time it was almost eight o'clock, "holy crap. Times always flies by when I play that game." Finally sending him a reply she decided to be a little civil, "Playing video games. Bored. You?" It was simple and the fact it was so casual actually bothered her.

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When his phone rung out its 'Zelda secret tone' notification, Taylor was steeped in a playthrough of the Resident Evil 2 remake, making him jump and nearly pee himself as the phone demanded his attention. He took a deep breath and paused the game to look at his phone. The offhand nature of the conversation unsettled him deeply, but he was unsure why. It just seemed so unlike Riley to be so domestic.

_Domestic..._ The word stuck in his head for a moment to give him a few lascivious ideas. The thought of toying with her back in an unusually bold way grew a sly grin. He was certainly going out on a limb here, and it took him a while to commit, but the he texted out his thought and sent it without so much as a second thought before returning to his game. Provoking her was dangerous, and he knew that, but he was too horny to care. "Cool. Same, actually. I also just shaved my legs, so smooth!---For swimming of course! Thinking of joining the swim team. So... when you call me your 'pet', what exactly do you mean by that? If that's my nickname, I should know precisely why."

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Riley was currently in the middle of peeing when she received his text. Her phone buzzing and dancing on the sink she was unable to get it as one hand aimed her thickness even flaccid her cock was impressive enough to make most guys envious. The other hand was braced against the wall just a habit she developed from her father potty training her. "Siri read the newest text out loud," commanding the AI she'd listen to the text. Saying the specific command to have the AI text him back she'd send him a text saying;

"I'm sure you think it's for swimming, but I think it's for those cam shows!" Avoiding the secondary question she'd have the text message sent, and finished emptying her bladder. Washing her hands, Riley picked up her phone to quickly send another message, "send me a full body pic." Letting that one send out as well Riley took time to add him to her 'Find My Friends' app before going back to her room and opening her Macbook. Getting into a pair of boxers and a loose plain white t-shirt allowing both her boys and her underboobs to be freed Riley set down on her bed.

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After receiving the texts, Taylor sat in ponderous silence. _A picture...?_ After making up his mind in favor of Riley's request, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. What he couldn't decide on then was exactly how to go about taking the picture. At first he stripped down to his underwear because taking a picture like this with clothes on kinda defeats the purpose, right? But the problem was that he had an erection. Perhaps he could solve that problem with some tape or something but for now he decided to just grant her a shot of his smooth leg from the side. He made sure to get a little bit of the bottom curvature of his butt in the pic too.

"No, it's most certainly for swimming! Perv. & you don't need a full body shot. But here." He smiled as he sent it. The boy knew what she wanted and he felt zesty in denying her, at least in part. It was like teasing a hungry tiger from outside it's cage. Edging her on was fun~! Maybe he'd be a good cam whore after all...

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Riley had pulled up another game, this one was on an adult website, she was currently trying to rape a sleeping victim which required skill, timing and a little bit of luck. "Gah," the game over screen flashed and the text about the police being called. "Another loss," Riley had been playing this game for over two months but she couldn't seem to get past the final level. About to restart the level, Riley's phone buzzed, and a smile tugged at the sides of her lips only to falter as she didn't get the picture that she had been wanting. "That little scamp," even though she had to admit he had really nice legs, the small peek of his bottom is where her eyes landed.

Letting her imagination take over and allowing herself to dive deep into the gutter. Riley opened the video recording she had downloaded onto her Mac and turned off the sound pausing it to look at Taylor's covered backside, "Damn it," her boxers started to tent as her thickness twitched. Wanting to resist and not rush into masturbating Riley picked up her phone. Sending a response text, "I never said I needed a full body, I said I wanted one!" A few minutes later Taylor would receive another text this one was just a picture and when he opened it he'd see a shaven vagina with words written on the picture, "tell me what you'd do with this?" Riley had downloaded the picture from an amateur porn site.

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Taylor nearly dropped his phone once the picture loaded. _What?! Is---is that her...?_ He bit his cheek, admittedly looking at it and picturing it on what he imagined Riley looked like naked. If she'd just pin him down already and make him lick it... and to slip his cock inside... he shivered blissfully at the thought. He didn't now how to reply, but he also didn't want to lose momentum.

"Wow. You really are perverted. Why do you want to know? I'd do what any guy would do." Followed immediately by "...are you imagining me, you know, in that way?" A few dozen seconds passed before he grew the courage to match Riley's crudeness. "Fucking you?"

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Riley had always been crude it was in her bloodline and she never thought anything of it. Her father had been a frat boy back in the day and sometimes she thought that he had never grown out of it. Her mother had been raised in a houseful of boys so there wasn't much girliness to her either. By the time she received his text, Riley was sitting cross-legged on her bed, looking at the frozen image, somewhat lost in a fantasy.

She had just walked into a public gender-neutral bathroom, it was grungy with graffiti covering most of the walls, a crack in one of the mirrors and the smell of sex heavy in the air. A stall door opened, a guy would walk out saying, "I don't know who that boy is but his tight ass is a fun ride." Riley's cock was swollen, painfully erected, as she entered. Eyes landing on Taylor as he set there tied in place, gagged, and his knees on the closed toilet lid. "I always knew you were a cock whore!" she'd slap his ass firmly watching him tighten up before spitting onto her hand. "Don't worry, I will make you scream," using her saliva as a bit of lubrication she'd position herself and... her phone buzzed drawing her out of the erotic moment.

Reading over her mind toyed with itself, "Is this his way of saying he'd want to have sex with me?" Obviously, this wasn't doable as she didn't have the correct parts, but it still aided in her hormonal desires. Instead of answering him she'd merely text back, "I showed you mine. Send me a picture of yours." Yes, she was lying but he didn't know that---not yet.

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Taylor gulped nervously after reading the text, looking then to the mirror. He couldn't---that was going too far. Though... she had already seen it, right? Biting the inside of his cheek, he slowly slid out of his underwear. "What am I doing...?" He asked himself out loud before looking down at his erection. _I shouldn't..._

"What? I didn't ask for it. You're being unreasonable." Looking at the text he sent, Taylor sighed. Not yet a full minute later, Riley would receive a picture of Taylor's reflection in the mirror. The boy's blushing face was covered by the phone, but his cock was clearly visible. Standing at about three inches long, it was baby-smooth and turned pink at the tip. After it was sent, Taylor sat on the edge of the tub and buried his face in his hands. "I'm such an idiot."

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Riley was a bully although she wasn't the type to simply post a picture or video without cause. Having blackmail material tended to have its advantages. By the time she managed to look at her phone both of Taylor's messages arrived. Reading the first one caused her nose curled in annoyance but the image instantly soothed the raging bull. Downloading and saving the snapshot she would crop the image and zoom in on Taylor's cute three inches then save it as his caller ID image. Something about Taylor's inadequate package made Riley feel powerful. Looking down at her erected meatstick already glistening as a single drop of precum fell for her slit Riley's body needed to feel sweet release.

His answer to the image she sent him previously wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear. It also made her wonder what he would say in response to a dick picture. _This is risky Riley..._ trying to stop herself but her mind and body weren't in sync before she realized it she was heading to the bathroom her dick firmly erect as the idea came to life. It would take her a few minutes to build up the confidence after all this wasn't a fake picture and she sort of wanted to see how her dick measured up to others in looks, girth, and size.

Carefully she'd flex her muscles making her pleasure stick bounce help it stand to its full size, _I really should measure myself, I wonder how big it really is..._ Taking a few pictures, Riley doubled and tripled checked each one to make sure nothing that could pinpoint back to her could be seen. Sending him a series of texts one by one, Riley set down on the side of the tub almost worried about what he may say and how she may or may not take the reply.

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As the pictures came in, Taylor was puzzled. He was expecting some sort of direct response. But there were no words. Only these pictures of a random dick. It would be a lie to say he didn't stare at it though. It was a magnificent cock; so big and powerful. He bit his lip, wondering it's full size and who it belonged to. One of the pictures gave a good view of the mystery stud's balls, which were hefty and full of cum. So lickable.

But... what exactly was this? Did Riley have a boyfriend? Was she saying that Taylor would have to be that big for a chance with her? The longer he stared at it, the stronger the urge to touch himself to it. It was so much bigger... a real cock. It had to be three times his size. And so thick...

Five minutes after they were sent Taylor finally sent a reply. It was a little defensive, but... he had no other way to respond. Besides, what if she sends these texts to other people? Though he already sent a compromising picture... _I'm such an idiot._ "Why? I'm NOT gay, I swear!"

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Those five minutes that it took for Taylor to respond to her was enough time for Riley to give in to her desires. Putting her phone in do not disturb mode she'd pull up the video accessing it threw her iCloud account and stripped. Stepping into the shower Riley hit the play button with the sound on almost echoing in the bathroom. Grabbing her full nine inches Riley felt herself throbbing within her own grasp and instincts took over. Closing her eyes listening to the belt hit against Taylor's ass, and the stammering in his voice as she answered her questions Riley knew she wasn't going to last too long.

Stroking her massive cock as the video ended Riley thought about Taylor keeling before her begging to taste her bitter cream. One hand sliding up and down her rock solid shaft, the other started another recording. Peering down through the digital screen as her toes curled Riley's hand knew exactly what her body needed to explode. A few more pumps and the powerful feeling of her climax sent sensations to every nerve ending in her body. Busting hard---thick long strands of creamy white cum sprayed from her tip each time her hand reached the base of her cock another bolt of cream busted from her small slit. Cum splattering the camera lens of her phone, onto the shower curtain and pooling around her feet. She needed that.

Panting, Riley caught it all on video. This one would need more editing. Knees weak, she'd take a moment sitting her phone down on the back of the toilet. Turning on the shower to clean up herself and the mess she had just made. By the time she got back with Taylor, it had been nearly an hour later, she was calm and rather tired. The amount of cum that her body released was more than she had ever and it had drained her. Deciding to call it a night she'd send him a quick response saying, "Liking cock doesn't mean you are gay. G'nite. Don't rub that little nub of yours raw." Sending it off she'd turn off her bedroom light, turn on some rock music and crawl into bed.

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By the time Riley got back to him, Taylor had already rubbed one out in the bathroom to the random dick pics she sent and was already in bed, sleeping, by the time his phone notified him of the response. It didn't manage to wake him from his dream about Riley though.

It wasn't a dream that followed the trend of the others. This one was different. She was just laying in his bed next to him; their bodies pressed together. Nothing much really happened aside from the two just looking into each others eyes. They were just in the moment, each having the other in their arms. It was lovely---and feeling that Taylor had never felt before. Sadly, the dream was short-lived, and as it left, Taylor felt cold.


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Morgana Silver was a new woman in both respects of life, and in stability. Often throughout her years in High School, and after growing up with tempered parents, a predisposition for achieving greatness, and an absolute charge of always having to succeed, would push anyone into their rebellious phase early. After graduating from high school several years early, and in the middle of her freshman year in College, she decided to shake things up. Much to her parents' disapproval, the young hybrid spent her adolescent years flaunting her ability to apply her intelligence, with the idea that escaping reality in movies and television was far better than focusing only on her studies. Upon turning Eighteen, she signed up to get numerous tattoos, and auditioned for a film. Little did she know, that she committed the ultimate rookie mistake, in not seeing what she had signed onto. She had been contracted, for a whole year of Adult Film Making sessions, supposedly to collect the biggest check she could even fathom. Aside from the small literary blunder, it proved to be the most fortuitous situation after all, considering she was auditioning for multiple companies and yet, none had officially agreed to sign her on. The sort of "job fair" of intellectual Adult industry had been in an understanding throughout the year itself. Most of her work consisted only of solo scenes and toying with herself, as much of her own interest and those of her fans were simple.

Morgana found herself in one of the many events that would go on through the year, except the idea of going through the motions had been shattered. A friend of hers, who went by the stage name of "Amber", was by her side as they were checked into the stadium and were allowed inside. After of course, having been asked by at least three people if she was legal. A testament to her forever "baby-face", that tended to set her back far much more than one should expect from professionals. After flashing her identification card several times, she finally made her way inside, where the smell of body oils and masculinity permeated the air all around her. Dressed in her usual casual clothing, that donned the loose crop top of hers, along with a set of flattering yoga pants and sneakers, did she decide it was a relaxing day instead of the routine dressing and undressing of being at a shoot. It was refreshing, to be honest. The multiple booths and convention-style partitions of everyone she recognized and strangers alike, were welcomed in the decedent debauchery of relations. None that she knew of, however, considering she was simply wandering with her counterpart.

"He should be around here somewhere... oh! There!" Her friend Amber would point out, as one of the partitions in the distance had been structured somewhat differently than the other ones surrounding them. Morgana followed behind blindly, and craned her neck as she could only walk behind the blonde woman with a sense of worry. Being much shorter than the average female at four-foot-eleven, her perspective of what and who, had been skewed from the day she stopped growing. There was a line of people, though Amber simply circumvented the process by going around, and welcoming the large men standing in security. There was a panel going on, along with the release of some Adult Film as well. Morgana looked on with a suspicious set of eyes, as her friend told her to stay backstage, where she'd go and find the man she wanted to have her meet so badly. About five minutes had gone by, before the large blonde woman returned, a smile bright on her face that reached from ear to ear. "Here she is... my friend Morgana. Mr. Stone, meet your biggest fan, like, seriously..." Amber would giggle, and stand behind the raven-haired girl. Her eyes went wide, and a nervously hysterical rush of screeching panic hit her. It was him. Standing there.

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Lee Stone had found himself toward the backend of his career now that he was fifty. He had been in a successful career in the adult film industry for more than twenty-five years now and had seen porn from its heyday of magazines and VHS tapes to the inception of the internet and now into the live camming days. Through it all he seemed to have fallen behind and out of the spotlight, something he had accepted for a while knowing that he had been at the top for a while. Now it seemed he was watching and becoming a critic more than anything else. He would travel the convention circuit, only participating in one or two films per year. Even then those films were typically twenty minutes long and half were threesomes. His star still flickered, but not nearly as bright.

Even without as much work he was still in the best shape of his life. He would hit the gym twice each day, warming up with light cardio before two hour lifting sessions that would leave his muscles rippling. And he did this all without steroids, so his cock was just as long and thick as ever as he finished a panel at the annual Las Vegas Adult Film Convention before being pulled aside by a friend and former costar, Amber.

Lee had done the panel all oiled up in nothing but a pair of jeans with some comfortable boxers hidden underneath. When Amber stopped him in front of a young short haired beauty he smirked as he recognized her as one of his new favorite starlets. "My biggest fan? Don't you mean to say Morgana Silver, meet your biggest fan Lee Stone?" He teased, knowing well who this girl was, she'd become one of his favorite solo artists over the past year. "The young solo queen. I'm glad to hear we admire each other's work." He said with a smirk as he grabbed a nearby white v-neck and pulled it over his rippling chest. "Maybe we could go admire each other a little over some drinks?" He suggested as he eyed her thick, curvy body up and down. They were porn stars, it wasn't like they weren't used to being ogled.

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The time spent being a simple study of how the man worked simply astounded Morgana beyond personal belief. Even when he spoke, she couldn't help but let out only a shaky exhale or chirping giggle. She could have sworn her face was on fire, by the time introductions had been made. After hearing that the man was a fan in reciprocation, it was sudden that the attention be drawn altogether as a mind-blowing experience. There was a truth to never meeting heroes, or people one looked up to, and it was true, at least unfortunately in Lee's case, as Morgana couldn't seem to get any words out. An offer of drinks had been established, to which the short girl could only nod repeatedly and utter a half phrase of jumbled words. "Good... that sounds, err, awesome... fun." The tattooed woman would nervously sputter, as Amber saw it as a cue to take over. "I'm sure she'd like that. I was always telling her to come to these things super calm, but... even I sometimes get stumped." The blonde pointed out, and walked back over to Morgana with an arm over her shoulders.

"Y-yeah... let's, do that. When?" She'd ask, blatantly confused about what just happened and how. She looked to Amber, who exuded a certain confidence, was already on board for setting the two of them up for their impromptu date. The decision had been made for her, from what she could tell, even though her agreement was abysmal at best. She was still new to the whole interactive portion of the industry despite being a part of it for a year, though was somewhat residual in alertness and, confident now due to her friend. "Why not after this? There's this bar across the way that serves awesome margaritas..." Amber chimed, and nodded at the both of them in assurance. It was Morgana who then thought about it, before canting her head to the side in a form of curious rendition of how that would go. "I guess... but I'm more of a wine person--" She'd try to say, before a couple of women from beside them simply brushed passed, having seen Lee in all his glory and wanted to get a closer look. They'd squeal with excitement and rush about briefly, and snapped a photo of all three of them in an inadvertent photo-selfie.

The sudden flash of interaction left Morgana with a stunned look, and a somewhat awkward knit of the brow as she was recognized and left alone in a moment. "Y-yeah... uhm, we can get drinks." She'd say sheepishly, and adjusted her top a little in order to keep her appearance in check. Ever since her year, and having been signed up with another company altogether, she didn't have much time to simply relax. Unknowing that she had now been contracted through the same agent responsible for Lee's directory and productions. "So... when are you gonna be done Lee?" Amber asked, ready to get the show on the road.

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Lee had been with star struck fans before, but he hadn't quite seen anything like the way Morgana seemed to stumble over every word. He knew he would need to lighten the mood for her if anything meaningful was going to happen. That's why when a group of three girls came to pose with him he lived it up for a moment, wrapping his arms around the group and grabbing two handfuls of ass before sending them on their way and turning right back to Morgana with a more serious look. "Fucking groupies... can't stand them!" He said playfully as he rejoined the conversation.

Amber had suggested a place for margaritas before Morgana told them she was more of a wine person. "Well you heard the girl, Amber. Let's go get some wine! There's a place two doors down so you can even grab us a pitcher of margaritas if you're dying for tequila."

When Amber asked him when he'd be done at the convention he scoffed. "Me? Pft, I can leave anytime now. They like the legends anymore. It's all about the manbuns now. Let's get the fuck out of here. I want to hear more of the tale of Morgana Silver, and something tells me I'm still a few glasses of wine away before getting the real story." He teased with those famous pearly whites on display. "Did you girls need to change first or are we good to head out?"

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Morgana felt the wave of heat wash over her as the section of interaction was handled in a casual manner from the man himself. Still, the surprising thing about being near him wasn't the fact he apparently acted normal, but the idea he was just a regular guy that loved to give it to women very well. She was still learning this, and it plastered all over her face of how surprised she truly was as he asked about changing. Amber was the first to respond, as she looked down to the somewhat dastardly clad outfit of hers she wore. It consisted of a form-fitting top and skirt, along with knee-high socks and quaint shoes to match.

"Uhm... I actually have a photo-shoot this outfit was meant for, but it seems since they're a no-show, I'll need to change. You two go on ahead, and we'll chop it up with some drinks!" Amber would cheerfully pat the both of them before taking her leave. Morgana was perfectly fine with her yoga pants and crop top, that had been situated in such a way her pert cleavage and chubby midriff covered in ink had been exposed. Despite her flat stomach and work-out efforts, the lap of luxury still had her in its clutches with decadent foods.

"So, uh... lead the way?" Morgana asked nervously, as her sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor that separated the carpet from the rest of the ground. She smiled once more, from the previous setup she fell into upon his comment of getting the "real story" out of the number one ranking new-hire of solo porn. Morgana couldn't help but blush, the bright pink on her tanned cheeks burning bright as she tried her best not to look Lee directly in the eyes for too long. She was sure he had been familiar with her body on camera as much as she was with his, occasionally eyeing his form with those bright gray iris' of hers. "Heard you started directing now... anything I would have seen?" She asked, and stepped to the side to allow the mountain of a man through the passage way leading to the floor.

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Lee nodded to Amber as she excused herself back to her room to change. "Take your time, we'll save a spot for you." He told her as she made her leave. Moments later Morgana gave him the affirmative that she was ready and that he should lead the way. Rather than truly lead by Walking in front of her, Lee lead by placing his hand on the small of Morgana's back and ushering her through the narrow gap to the passage that led back to the convention floor. Even with a woman he was truly interested in learning about he couldn't help but be handsy.

Once out on the convention floor he wrapped his arm around the young, budding starlet and placed his hand firmly on her hip, getting a good hold of some thigh as he led her outside. He held her like this partially because he wanted to and partially to ward off any fangirls. "Oh yeah, I've directed a few films now. The newest is Daddy Daughter Getaway." He told her as they stepped outside of the convention center, the desert heat beaming down on them. "It's fun but I much prefer acting."

It only took a few minutes to get to the wine bar, Lee leading her inside to a table fit for four that could accommodate Amber when she returned. He held out Morgana's seat for her before taking his own as their waitress promptly greeted them. "Yes, three glasses and let's start with a bottle of Riesling and a bottle of Moscato."

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"Haven't seen that one, yet... I don't think." Morgana would nervously admit, and felt a subconscious pang of guilt of not having witnessed yet another possible masterpiece from Lee, as she had just gone through the gauntlet of keeping her cool from being around him. She didn't mind the hands of his on her, partially due to the naivety of hers, coupled by the trust placed onto him as they eventually left the floor, and soon after, the convention stadium. The Vegas brightness and heat reminded the small woman about the crushing presence of their surroundings, as she let out a groaning sigh. "Gawd it's hot...!" Morgana complained as she walked on and was led to the bar, though along the way was more than enough for a man or two to recognize either of them and try to stop them for pictures or autographs. Even when they stepped inside to the bar and took a seat. Such was the way of people whose faces were all over the internet and in peoples' heads.

Morgana sat down in the chair Lee pulled out for her with a smile, and set herself on the surprisingly cushioned seat. Her face showed the welcoming plush, and let out a scoffing chuckle at Mr. Stone's choices of wines to drink. "Well, hitting the ground running, hm? I would have went with a light Rose, or maybe some Zinfandel..." She would explain a little, as the waiter Lee had flagged down returned quickly. She perked up from the interesting swiftness, and watched as the man poured the selections into several glasses. He asked if anyone else would be joining the both of them. Amber came up, and aloud the situation to be handled as the waiter then added two more glasses in a third space out of the four at the table. After it was all said and done, Morgana looked over to Lee with a shaky smile, and pulled one of the glasses of wine from the table.

"So, err... over two-thousand movies? Like, how...?" Morgana would ask with a sip of the Riesling first. The taste on her tongue and the fruity sting on her lips sent her into a brief reflexive jar, and elicited a bigger gulp than anticipated. The young woman was still adjusting to the more, adult wines of life, considering all of her work resided in the States, foreign concepts of things were still an experience for her. "Ugh... that's, the sharpest white I've tasted..." She coughed softly, and wiped her lips with the base of her palm politely. The tattooed hybrid sat quietly as she allowed Lee to explain his career, her eyes never really leaving his body, yet kept the eye contact to a brief pass-over out of respect. That, and his smooth-like dominant presence exuded from him, something that seemed to bring out the beta personality of hers from within.

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Lee's eyes widened a bit and he smiled as Morgana informed him that she hadn't seen the newest film he directed. "Really? Oh man, it was solid. You actually look a lot like the daughter in that one, only with a way better body. Maybe you'd be interested in the sequel?" He teases lightly as the waiter set their spot off and fetched their wine, returning promptly to serve them.

Lee chuckled as she called him out for hitting the ground running. "That's the only way I know how to do things. And hey, that moscato should be light and sweet enough even for a younger palette." He told her as he raised that glass to his lips, downing it with ease before topping them both off. Being a man of his size he had quite the tolerance and would need a good bit to drink before truly feeling it.

"Two thousand films... yes. But when you think about it over a thirty year career it doesn't sound like as much. One film a week or so, and you'd have intense sessions where we'd do five in a day at times." He said as he sipped his second glass a bit slower. "So then, what was it that got you to bare all of that fine body for the camera?" He asked as he made no reservations in stating at her tits at that moment. "I mean, you were obviously meant for this business, but what brought you to it?"

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Morgana was still feeling the bite of her first sip as Lee spoke, and gave him the undivided attention analogous of a student to a teacher. Which, in her case, it wouldn't be completely out of pocket, as she simply soaked in the casual offer to be in a film with him. The world itself seemed to slow down, as her heart raced beyond what a human could possibly handle in just a mere moment of time, as she felt the breath within her lungs suddenly seized. Her eyes went wide, and her lips parted in a nearly slack gaze in wonderment. "Y-you serious...? Me, but..." She'd gasped softly, not realizing her hand was shaking with anxiousness and caused the wine in her glass to splash about within its confines. She placed the delicate dish back onto the table after taking an uneasy sip, and coughed it down as well.

Morgana blanked as the question from Lee sent her into a small spiral of mental worry, before she spoke up finally. A part of her wanted Amber to simply barge in with her usual routine of sunshine, but that seemed neither here nor there. "Uhh... my family put me through school early. Graduated high school at like, fourteen... they wanted me to go to college too, so I did. But... it got boring after the first year, and being a doctor is sooo wretched. And, a friend of mine told me I could make serious money just by dancing online... did that, and they told me as long as I don't show my face, it's all good. But then I got the tattoos, and those are super distinguishing, so... with the weird endorsement from those assholes at the modeling agency signing my name over to some porn company... I had to show my face. Dad went back to Japan, and mom... kinda did her own thing with helping animals." Morgana would explain, the side of her life that brought out the subconscious accent of hers. Aside from the biography online that everyone read forwards and backwards, nothing about her education or reasoning for joining the industry had been known, much to the efforts of the less-than-stellar company turned famous solely due to her action on-screen.

"After all that, I signed up with this new spot... don't really know who owns it yet. I was told he was supposed to show up to the first shoot, and film with me. Like, after all this time, fans are seriously foaming at the mouth for me to do it with somebody AND go for butt-stuff. I don't even know if I'm ready for either of those kinds of things yet." Morgana rambled slightly, and without noticing she had downed both glasses of wine as she explained her story. The tattooed woman sighed afterwards, before looking back to Lee. "Sorry for being a mad chatterbox... I just don't talk about myself a lot."

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Lee had normally been the one to do the talking when it came to what was basically a date, but he found it enthralling that Morgana could lead the conversation once she got a little bit of liquid courage in her system. He didn't realize she'd basically been roped into porn, or that she was as smart as she was, but he found himself smiling and nodding as he sipped and followed along.

When her accent came out he couldn't help but chuckle, it was pretty damn cute. "Really, so you got brought in unknowingly at first? It happens to a lot of girls. I know it was probably tough at first but I'm glad it happened, the industry needs more girls like you." He told her before she started talking about how she signed onto a new spot.

"Wait, really? I know my agency just brought on a new girl. Young, Asian mixed. No fucking way, it's gotta be you." He said as he reached under the table and grabbed her thigh pretty high, squeezing it as he joyfully laughed. "I'm gonna pull some strings and make sure I'm the one taking our on-screen anal virginity. Hope you don't mind, but legends do get to pull some strings every now and then. That ass of yours is going to be a gold mine. Plus, I'd even want it off camera." He told her as he topped them off again, starting to feel tipsy finally.

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"I mean... it's paid for so much, that I guess it would help me finish my studies. I switched to the online classes a while ago." Morgana would continue on after Lee said his piece, but wasn't sure how to comprehend the sudden shift in the conversation as the perkiness in his voice alerted her of what he was saying. She looked at him with widening as as she heard him mention that his agency had been relatively close in a situational hire, and that this meant he was involved. Her mouth would slowly open in a blurred, slack expression, as his hand had found the meat of her thigh. She wasn't ready for anything involving anal, at least in her head, but from the simple thought of losing her physical virginity, let alone her backdoor, was a threateningly arousing thought. A fantasy that she wouldn't have even thought to produce, rather than stick to what she knew: dildos and toys.

"Err... what? I mean, that's... okay." Morgana grew flustered, as a deep red blush would appear on her cheekbones in a reveling dryness. It didn't help that the two glasses of wine she drank were starting to cause her to swim in her own head. She didn't have the correlating mind or heart to tell him that aside from the fake penises and toys of sexual nature, her vagina was also holding onto its true virtue, possibly by a thread. No doubt Mr. Stone knew of this as well, along with every other male star that had tossed in their manhood for a chance at her on a set to begin with. It was a daunting thought, considering she had witnessed what on-camera thrashing the many women that partnered up with Lee had gone through. To be the one to accept that, was an honor she couldn't conceive even in a fantasy sense. She was absolutely stunned. "That's... well and good, but, you sure? I-I don't even know if I can---" Her voice was slightly shaky, both from the alcohol and the increasing anxiety of the situation. Most knew about Lee's iconic manhood, and what it did to women.

She perked up a little out of sheer thought, and almost stood were it it not for the barging appearance of Amber, whom restlessly sat at the table in just a moment's notice. "Sorry I'm late you guys...! The foot traffic getting here is fucking crazy... what I miss?" She asked, and grabbed a glass of her own, as she gave Lee and Morgana a look of worry. "Started without me? Oh man... just give me a sec." Amber chuckled, as she silently gulped down what wine she could before he spoke up again.

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Lee continued to massage and gently manhandle Morgana's meaty thigh beneath the table as she stammered out an answer. She seemed purely star struck and a little scared by his office. He was well aware that she'd never been penetrated by anything with blood flowing through it, but thought that his star power might help his case.

He then couldn't help but laugh as she doubted her ability to even handle him. "Nonsense, I've seen you on toys just about my size. The difference is if I'm inside you that you'll feel it throbbing and you won't be in control." He told her just as Amber made her appearance, flustered from being late and eager to catch up.

"Oh you didn't miss too much. We're just getting to know each other." He said as he released her thigh, giving it one more pat before grabbing hold of his glass and downing some more wine. He needed to keep it up if he was to encourage Morgana to keep drinking. "Well, you may have missed me trying to convince this beauty to give me her on-screen virginity."


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Jason Williams had been an international real estate developer ever since graduating from Harvard's business school, starting his firm with funds he had earned and invested throughout college and shooting up from there. He spent most of his time developing luxury malls and high rise condos. Lavish would be the word best used to describe his lifestyle, filled with yacht parties, international trips, and beautiful women, he was rather content.

Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running and lifting each day, giving him a lean, muscular build. He kept his light brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw clean shaven. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

As of recent he had ventured into a new business, leaving control of his company to the CFO while he enjoyed a life at his Malibu oceanside home, a luxurious mansion complete with an Olympic sized pool, hot tub, wine cellar, and a basement theater that he listed on TraveLust.com, an AirBnB-style site with a rather erotic twist, where everything was free but sex with beautiful partners was guaranteed. Jason spent the day instructing the cleaning service he'd hired on how to perfect everything before his guest arrived. He knew she was new to LA but not much beyond that.

Once everything was ready he sat down on the deck by the pool and sent his guest a quick text. "Safe travels. Can't wait to finally meet you."

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Emily 'Bluejay' Denning wasn't sure what she has been expecting. She had been planning her trip to LA for the better part of three months, the only real problem was the fact that she didn't have anywhere to stay, and her funds that she had save in preparation for this would dwindle very quickly in the city. She was only three years out of college, at 26 years old, she decided to save her funds and follow her passion to become an artist. She moved to LA with no plans, no job and nowhere to stay, before she left though, she saw an ad for TravelLust.com.

The idea seemed strange, an AirBnB where instead of paying for the home with cash, someone could pay with their body. At face value, it seemed vulgar and perverted, but Emily managed to pass off her own sexual curiosity and mild attraction to the idea by thinking, "Well, I don't have any better options." She made an account that night, posted a few photos of herself and left a message saying she was looking for a place to stay in LA. The next morning, she checked again to find several people offering her a place in their home, but, most of them were undesirable. One man seemed very intent on converting her to the Mormon church, another man who seemed twice her age and wore his hair in a long ponytail wanted her to wear a latex catsuit and remain chained up in his basement.

After several poor offers, she decided to look for herself and see what her options were. She spent about ten minutes scrolling through, when she saw a man who looked promising. A nice house in Malibu, ran a company, and he looked pretty cute too. She matched with him and they began speaking back and forth in the site's instant messenger, then she gave him her cell phone number and they texted more frequently. They spoke for a bit longer before she booked a flight and told him she would be staying with him, at least until she could find some work and a place to live.

So, as she got out of the plane and walked into the main terminal of the LA airport, she realized... that she didn't have enough cash in her account for an UBER. She has taken it all out to change her banks, but hadn't made a new account yet. As she was trying to decide what to do, she saw Jason's text. She smiled softly and sent him a quick reply, "I can't wait either. But, I'm stuck at the airport. Can't get a ride to your place."

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Jason had been sitting out by the pool in his flat front light blue shorts without a shirt, tanning his upper half as he enjoyed a midday beer and read a few business journals on his phone. Suddenly came a text message from the top of his phone screen. It appeared his new companion was short on cash and already needing a favor from him.

"Stuck at the airport? What a shame. Nothing a topless pic wouldn't fix." He went to her as he got up from his seat to grab a short sleeve button up that clung to his muscular frame. He trusted she would do the right thing so he didn't mind getting ready to leave before she'd actually fulfilled his request. Not two minutes later and he was in the driver's seat of his red convertible Corvette, ready to go pick up his new guest.

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It was only a minute after Emily sent her message that she got a response. She giggled softly, of course she wasn't going to send a topless picture. But, the more she thought about it, the more curious she became. She quickly left her spot on a bench in the airport and made her way to the bathroom, locking herself in one of the larger handicapped stalls and setting her things aside.

She quickly checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair and making sure she looked good. She took a deep breath and pulled her shirt up, her large breasts falling out of the shirt, restrained by a small black bra. Emily had been blessed with her mother's physique. Something that she didn't appreciate much when she was very young, but grew to appreciate as she got older. She had a slender hourglass figure, helped by a steady life of athleticism, she had large breasts that were both a gift as well as a burden, but she was very proud of her bum. It was large naturally, but years f exercise made it nice and firm. She hoped that Jason might find the same appreciation of her rear that she did.

Emily held up her shirt with one hand, the other holding her phone while she tried to find a good angle. She eventually settled on one that cut off most of her face, but left a view of her ample breasts, she kept her mouth in so she could give it a sexy lip bite. The cherry on top. After several attempts to get a photo where she looked sexy, rather than anxiously-waiting-for-the-bathroom, she got one that she liked and sent it to Jason, "The sooner you get here, the sooner I can take my bra off"

She smiled and pulled her shirt back down, gathering her things and quickly leaving the bathroom. Emily wasn't usually someone who flirted so heavily like this. She had never sent a sexy photo, but now that she had, she could see the appeal. Emily felt sexy and sought after, it was a feeling that was a bit intoxicating, and she hoped that it wouldn't go away soon.

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Jason heard a ding from his phone just as he was getting on the 405 to head to the airport. Since it wasn't rush hour it wouldn't take him too long to get to her, but he was banking on a little teaser from her with the message.

When he got to some traffic he unlocked his phone to find a picture of her perfect breasts, still covered by her bra, but with some of the best cleavage he'd ever seen. Plus the angle of her biting her lip added so much more than a simple topless pic would have ever gotten across. "The windows are tinted so I expect it off as soon as you get in. Red convertible Corvette. Be outside terminal two in ten minutes." He replied before putting his phone back down.

Sure enough ten minutes later he was pulling up to the pickup zone for terminal two. He put his blinkers on and hit the button to raise the top of the convertible before getting out to help with her luggage.

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As soon as Emily got the text, she immediately checked what terminal she was at, then properly made her way to terminal two. She was already asking Jason to go out of his way to pick her up, the least she could do was not make him wait. She stood outside in the lot, reading over his last message and checking her Travel Lust page before the red corvette pulled up, the engine putting seductively at the young woman.

The top opened up to reveal her host, the chiseled features of his face were much more striking in person, and Emily felt herself gasp a bit. Any reservation she has about having sex with a stranger were out the window as soon as he got out of the car. She embraced him in a hug, "Hey! It's so great to finally meet you Jason! Your pictures really didn't do you justice." She only had three bags total. A suitcase that she had checked, a carry on and her backpack. She set the last of her luggage into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat.

Emily could only imagine how they must have looked together. Jason was put together and well-dressed, Emily wanted to be an artist, and she looked the part. She was wearing red converse with jeans that were torn at the knees and a bit along the thigh. She had on a black tank top that ended a few inches above her waist, showing off a bit of her lovely porcelain skin. Over her shirt she had on an olive military jacket, and a few necklaces around her neck. Most notable was her hair, the reason she had taken the nickname 'Bluejay' her hair was straight, about the length of her shoulder blades and a bright shade of electric blue. The vibrant color was offset by the pretty features of her face, plump lips and big, brown eyes. She was attractive, and she took care of herself.

As she sat down next to Jason, she smiled softly at him, "I've never done something like this before, but I think we're gonna have fun together. Now, how about you put up the top so I can take mine off." She winked at him playfully.

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There was no doubt in Jason's mind when he saw the stunning blue-haired beauty approaching him that this was his new guest and not just another passerby. That was confirmed when she walked up to him and embraced him in a hug, sharing pleasantries over finally meeting. "It's great to finally meet you too, Emily! And I can say the same of you." He said with a devious grin as his hand wandered from her back down to her plump ass, giving it a firm grip as he parted to stow her luggage in the trunk.

"I hope your flight wasn't too bad. And I'm glad we got this little arrivals SNAFU handled." He said as he closed the trunk up before going to the passenger door and opening it for her. The way the pair appeared to be mismatched made it look more like she was his little sister being picked up from the airport than a soon to be housemate and friend with benefits.

Once she was secure inside the car he closed her door and got in on the driver's side. With the push of a button the top unfolded over them as he fired up the engine and started them back on the highway towards his beach house. "Oh we're gonna have so much fun, Emily. Now, the top's up so your top better be hitting the floor." He teased, resting a hand on her thigh as he drove.

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Emily smiled kindly at his as she sat down, the top folding up over them. "You don't need to call me Emily, my friends call me Bluejay for..." She motioned to her electric blue hair, "obvious reasons." She giggled softly and sat back, admiring the interior of the car. It was obviously pretty expensive, but she had no idea that Jason was wealthy. She just figured he might gave gotten the house from some relative, she didn't expect him to be so wealthy. It made her wonder why he didn't already have a partner.

She was shaken from her thoughts my the hand on her thigh and his, fairly simple request. She smirked and grabbed the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and up her body deliberately slowly, soon taking it all the way off and revealing her black bra. She slipped her jacket back on, but didn't bother to close it, letting it hang open. "There. Maybe when we get to your place, you'll get to see more." She winked at him, gazing out at the scenery. After a little while, she glanced back at Jason, "so, what do you do for a living? It didn't say on your travel lust page." She yearned to face him, her breast facing him too.

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"Bluejay? I like it. And I love the obvious reason too." He said as he looked up to her electric blue hair. He'd never been with a girl who dyed her hair anything outrageous like that, surely Bluejay would show him how adventurous she was.

As she removed her top he grinned when he saw her luscious covered by only a black bra before she pulled her jacket back on. "Mmm, that's better." He said before reaching to giver left breast a playful squeeze before returning his hand to her thigh.

He smiled as she asked about his career, happy to share. "The easiest way to make money---real estate. Malls, condos, you name it. I've built it all." He told her as they turned into the lavish gated community he lived in, nearing their destination.

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Bluejay oddly didn't mind his brazen touching. She felt completely comfortable with this guy, who was basically a stranger, squeezing her breast, or holding her thigh. By the way he spoke, he was wealthy, and that was reinforced by his neighborhood.

Gated communities were exactly the kind of place that housed people who wouldn't like people like Bluejay. The dyed hair and outlandish style turned away most of those types, but Jason seemed downright excited by it.

She took a moment to look out the window at the houses around her. Everything seemed so lavish, and expensive. She'd dated wealthy guys before ,but not someone who seemed this wealthy. She sat back in her seat and cast a glance at Jason. Bluejay calmly put her hand on his, which was holding her thigh, and slid it up to hood her left breast again, "So... what did you plan to do with me Jason?"

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Jason smirked as Bluejay took in her surroundings, looking at all the beautiful homes as they entered his neighborhood. When she led his hand back to her breast and asked him what he planned to do with her he gave her perfect globe a light squeeze and waited a moment before speaking.

"Well I think the concept of TraveLust pretty much sums that up." He said as they pulled into the long drive of his beachfront home. He turned to her as he parked, a devious grin on his face. "I was planning on giving you the tour first, but I'm half-tempted to just get down to the nitty gritty right here. How would you prefer we handle this, Bluejay?"

[Assistant] Bluejay considered his offer, both sounded tempting, and the way he squeezed her breast was wonderful, but she had an idea. She sat forward and put a hand on his thigh. "How about... we go in, I put my bags in the doorway, you give me the tour and that's how we'll decide where to start the 'nitty gritty'" she winked at him, "Sound fair?"


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Shiro enjoyed the sight of Akira on top of him like that, being playful, teasing and making him want to just give in and let his lover have his fun. "That could be interesting, to see how you look when you get the permission you want." He teased, moving in to kiss the smaller boy's neck, savoring the taste of his skin as he kept playing with the delicious ass under his fingers. It was a sensational way to wake up and he knew he'd look forward to the next time it happened like this.

He was quick to decide though, as he felt the hips rolling against his own and his lover shivered in top of him. "Since you're so busy with getting defend Earth, go ahead and use my to your pleasure." He grinned, giving the other's ass a firm slap. "But be warned, I might not let you go once you are done." He added, a brow lifted as a tease.

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"Hmmm," he groaned lightly as Shiro kissed his neck. He pressed his ass into the fingers that were playing with him, smirking as Shiro said to use him to his pleasure. He gasped at the slap and quickly rolled off Shiro. Akira moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed something quickly before taking the other's arm and latching on side of the set of handcuffs to the man's wrist. "Who says you'll have a choice?" he said, licking his lips.

He moved the other's arm up and leaned down "As long as you are okay with this, that is. If you aren't, well, I'll be doing the same thing it'll just be a little less kinky." he nipped at the man's bottom lip. "What do you say, Shiro. Up for a little kink?" he asked, as he glanced up towards the cuffs, ready to hook them on the metal frame and then get the other set going for Shiro's other arm.

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Shiro enjoyed the feeling of the bubbly ass under his fingers as he could tell Akira was definitely interested in being told to take what he wanted for his own pleasure. Although curiosity had Shiro in it's grasp, he didn't want to move from his current spot as he watched his lover rolling off him and finding a pair of handcuffs, quickly attaching one of them to his wrist. "I think I've made my choice already." He retaliated confidently still as he looked into his lover's eyes while they were close.

It was a tense moment for some unknown reason, yet he needed little convincing as he pushed in to kiss Akira passionately for a moment before moving both his hands up to the metal frame at the headboard of the bed. "Let's do it Aki." He said with a grin on his face. "I don't know if your frame will hold though, just so you're warned." He teased, not minding the idea of being cuffed to the bed and letting Akira have all the fun he wanted to with his body. Although he had no clue just what his lover might do to him either, it was going to be an interesting experience.

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Akira groaned when Shiro seemed to be okay with this. He honestly preferred to be the one tied up, but today he as excited to be the one doing the tying up. He groaned yet again at the kiss and kissed back as he cuffed the other to the bed frame the moment after he was told they could do it. "It'll hold." he whispered and kissed the man gently, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." he teased and moved to nip the other's ear. "If you want out, just say so." he whispered into the other's ear.

With that he moved to kiss along Shiro's neck as his hands trailed down Shiro's body until it met his own hips and he followed that instead, slowly sticking in a finger to prepare himself. He groaned and arched into his hand as he sat up and looked down at Shiro. He licked his lips and ground his hips against Shiro's, his free hand moving down and stroking his lover and himself together. Once he felt like he would be okay he adjusted ever so slightly, before licking his hand and stroking Shiro a few times before sliding himself down on the man's cock. He gasped and gave a small groan before he started to bounce up and down on his lover.

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Shiro let the other cuff his hands to the fram of the bed, letting his hands and arms hang almost limply as he watched curiously. He returned the kiss, knowing it was part promise as he nodded. "I'll tell you." He promised. It was exhilarating to give up on control and let his lover do as he pleased. Already he felt intrigued by the kinks they had explored, making him want to delve deeper into them and explore a world he felt like he's missed out on. He testingly pulled on the cuffs, both the items holding his wrists and the bed frame seemed sturdy enough to keep him locked in place.

His mind was brought back to Akira's kisses down along his neck and the hands exploring his body until where their hips meant. Watching his lover's back arch, he knew it had to do with him preparing himself as their lengths were soon stroked together. Shiro couldn't help but groan in delight and pleasure as he watched the sight in front of him. He knew there was not much else to do than just observe as he soon felt his own cock being stroked alone before his lover adjusted. Even though he knew what was happening, his heart was pounding, feeling his lover's tight ass wrapping around his rock hard cock, he let his head fall back with a loud groan.

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Akira smirked when Shiro promised him that he would tell him when enough was enough. He bit his lip as he started to bounce on his lover's cock. His hands moved up to his own chest and he started to touch himself. One hand on his nipple, tweaking and pinching at it, the other moving to stroke himself as he moaned out Shiro's name. He finally closed his eyes and let himself go as he enjoyed the cock inside of him. "Fuck, Shiro... move your hips." he muttered as he licked his lips, not nearly being able to hit that beautiful spot inside him just right.

He wanted the other so badly and he found his hands on himself weren't helping much. He opened his eyes and looked down to Shiro, his eyes filled with lust. He nibbled on his lip before leaning down and licking at Shiro's nipples. Trailing kisses between each as he teased them before moving on and trailing up to his neck, nipping and sucking. "Fuck..." he muttered against Shiro's skin. "Fuck me." he muttered, "As hard as you can, Shiro... I want you deep."

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Shiro let Akira start off, groaning as he began to bounce on his hard cock. Watching how he played with himself and moaned out the right name. It felt amazing to be like this, although he could tell it wasn't enough for his lover. The words came that he halfways expected, help with reaching that sweet spot as he looked up into Akira's lust filled eyes, his hips suddenly moving into action, jerking upwards just as Akira came down.

He wasn't going to just lie there and be used if he could help it. And while unable to hold his lover in place, Shiro would do what he could, groaning as he felt the kisses and teasing on his nipples. They were erect to the point of almost being painful. "Bounce for me Akira." He groaned in wanton lust as he tried to move his hips as fast as possible, getting into a somewhat steady rhythm, pushing upwards as best he could whenever his lover when downwards so he could make sure they both got the pleasure they looked for.

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Akira gasped at the first thrust that Shiro made. He wasn't sure why he hadn't excepted it but he hadn't and god did it feel great. He arched when the other managed to hit his sweet spot and cried out. The more Shiro moved the faster Akira got. It seemed like he just couldn't get enough of his ex. No, not ex... his lover. Akira almost stopped when it finally hit him that he had said he was going to try and make this work. That he wanted this to work out. Instead he moved at a ragged pace, his hands planting themselves on Shiro's chest, flat against the sweat covered skin.

He couldn't believe it, as he continued to use his boyfriend. The man he was on, they were in almost the exact situation they were before. Though this time Shiro... Shiro could get him connections. This time he wouldn't have to leave Shiro for something that stupid. He moaned as his cock pulsed to bring his attention back to what he was doing at the time. He looked down to Shiro and leaned down, kissing the man, whispering against his lips, "fuck... Shiro, please come deep inside me."

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Shiro heard the first gasp. It was obvious Akira was enjoying every moment of it. Now that they had finally been re-united as lovers, they could enjoy every moment together. The hands on his chest and the ragged pace made Shiro groan, he knew they would be a mess of sweat and juices by the time they were done, but he didn't care as he looked up at the smaller male on top of him, riding him while he thrust back. To finally be together properly, he knew what they both wanted, even as their bodies neared the unavoidable climax they both savored as the perfect moments of their unions.

Groaning, Shiro let his head fall backwards for a moment before he noticed movement, his hips bucking and thrusting upwards as he turned to kiss Akira passionately when he leaned down, hearing the whisper against his lips. He couldn't help but try and move his hands, for a moment forgetting the cuffs as they rattled against the headboard of the bed. "Every drop, I promise." He groaned in a soft response, the words seeming to fuel his body as he began to throb and pulse inside his lover's body, a sign that he was getting close. "Use all your strength on the final thrust." He tried to make it sound more like a suggestion than a demand, he wanted them to go at it with every fiber in their body, he would give nothing less of himself after all.

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Akira seemed only to start moving faster the closer and closer he got. He had to smirk when he heard the cuffs rattle against the headboard. He nipped at Shiro's lip. "Hmm, are you wanting to hold me down, Shiro?" he asked, "Hold me down and fuck me senseless?" he continued, nipping down the other's jawline until he reached his neck, where he started to kiss and suck. He licked and sucked and nipped at the man's neck determined to leave a mark, something there was no way of hiding. "Too bad you're all tied up and at my mercy." he groaned as he felt the other pulse inside him.

He nodded as the other told him to use his strength. He thrust down as much as he could, using just a bit more strength as they both grew closer and closer to the impending orgasms. He felt his right on the edge but his body wasn't pushing over it, it needed the other to come. "Fuck, Shiro... please, come!" he moaned as he worked his ass faster and harder than he had before, trying to convince the other to come inside him as hard as he could.

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Shiro loved how it went faster as they got closer. He knew he was in trouble for what he wanted, even if he couldn't as he was cuffed and left at Akira's mercy. It was going to be a struggle, but he promised himself he would adjust and enjoy every moment of pleasure they could share as he grinned, feeling the other's lips moving over his jawline and down to his neck, making him tilt his head. "I guess it's just the force of habit." He admitted with a groan, letting his lover leave the mark he wanted to, it would be nice to be able to come out about it, and just say it like it was. He was going to be happy with his lover again.

Yet the sudden strength and full power, made his mind reel for a moment. "Fuck!" He let out, the sensations making his body tremble for a moment. "It's gonna happen!" He let out with a groan, feeling the ass working harder and faster, it wasn't going to be long as his cock was pulsing harder and harder, and while he tried to tease by holding it off for as long as possible, it didn't work as he soon let out a loud groan of his lover's name when he came inside, his cock erupting like a fountain, giving the other what he wanted so badly.

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Akira chuckled when the other told him it was just force of habit to want to hold him down. "Force of habit? Really? I don't think so." he managed to get out between pants. "I think it's just plain desire for what you've been denied." he said, nipping a bit harder on the other's shoulder. He arched his back and gasped as the other came into him hard. His hips slamming down as he came as well. His hips shook slightly as he rode out his orgasm before laying down on the man. He closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction, smiling as he caught his breath and strength again. "Fuck... I needed that." he muttered before rolling off Shiro, groaning as that meant his cock was removed from Akira's ass.

He curled up against Shiro for a moment before looking at the cuffs and rolling over once again to grab the key he had in the drawer. He un-cuffed the man before laying back and curling into him again, "Good morning." he murmured, closing his eyes. All he wanted to do was sleep after his day at work and the fucking he just went through, "Give me like...4 hours and I'll be up again..." he muttered as he was slowly falling asleep, "I got two days off in a row though, thanks to your previous fucking." he mumbled before slipping into a light sleep.

Though he started off in a light sleep roughly 30 minutes into his sleep he went into a deep dead sleep as he was dreaming about Shiro and how their lives were about to go in an attempt to stay together. He really wasn't sure how it was going to work. It was going to be a long distance type of relationship he was sure. There wasn't much he was able to do about it. How he wanted to just quit work though and go, but he couldn't expect that to work either.

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Shiro knew he was caught. As much as he wanted this, he also wanted to be the one holding the other, getting what he felt he needed from his lover, and making sure the other wasn't lacking for any intimacy or pleasure either. Groaning as it all happened, he let his head fall back, a wave of relief washing over his body for a moment before the other rolled off him, making him groan, somewhat disapproving the other moving away from him, even if it was only momentary before they were cuddled up. His head turning down to look at Akira, knowing the cuffs were still on him. They would have to get those off as he soon felt the other disappearing to retrieve the key.

It was nice to be free of the restraints, letting the other curl up to him as he turned to hold him, his arms wrapping around him and pulling his head to his chest. "That's good, Aki. Now, just rest and I'll be here when you wake up." Shiro promised, gently caressing the smaller man's back as he fell asleep. It was nice to know they got some time together before he had to leave to return to the studio with the others. Yet soon he was the only one awake, his breathing having calmed down after their pleasurable moment together. It was strange to think of, that once more they would be together. Even if it would be over a distance, he would have to find a way to get to see his lover as frequently as possible, even if it meant helping support him so he didn't have to work as much.

It was a challenge for another day as he sighed, his eyes drifting down to the sweet face of Akira, looking so innocent and cute in his sleep as he gently rubbed the other's back, wondering if his lover was having good dreams, while thinking about their future together. Everything was going to be a challenge, but this time would be different. This time it would be the two of them properly, no one trying to split them up. Yet it felt different, as if their roles had been reversed in life, that now Shiro held the upper hand, being the one known and Akira the opposite, having a job that many would wrinkle their noses upon hearing about. Slowly, Shiro closed his eyes, his face buried in his lover's hair, inhaling the familiar scent as he just laid there, holding his lover to him.

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In a few hours, Akira finally woke up. He arched his back as he stretched. He was actually shocked to see Shiro there, "Shiro..." he whispered as he moved a bit to get up. He gave a soft smile and kissed the man's cheek before getting up and heading to his kitchen. Perhaps he could actually cook something for once, like he used to. He hummed as he worked to get things ready for a simple breakfast. This all felt so strange, being here with Shiro in his house. It was like things were back the way they were in high school, though he was pretty sure it wasn't as pleasurably painful. His ass had that wonderful ache from their most recent time together. Akira let his mind drift as he finished off the pancakes and the sausage.

He had really never thought this would ever happen again, he figured they would just write each other off as the one that got away and leave it at that. Hell, he was sure that Shiro would want nothing to do with him after everything that Akira had done. Still, would it last? He gazed out his kitchen window for a moment before plating the food and taking the two plates back into the bedroom. He set one plate on the nightstand and the other he held in his lap as he looked over Shiro. This man... no, they both knew nothing about the other, at least what they were like now, they had both changed so much, he was sure of it. He bit his lip before he started to munch on his meal, waiting to hand the other to Shiro.

"We should... get to know each other a bit more. You know. Like over again." he explained, "After all, I'm sure we've changed a lot. You probably don't like the same things you used to."

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Shiro had dosed off with Akira against him like that, not waking up after the few hours when Akira slipped out. He seemed to just stir at the smell of food, stretching and groaning as he woke up, looking around with a soft yawn. It felt right to him, being here with his lover and spending time together. And when the other returned with food for them both, he sat up, the blankets falling from his chest to his lap as he moved to the edge to the plate on the nightstand. His eyes moving to his lover as he picked up the plate, hearing the words being mentioned.

The assessment was correct. They needed to get to know each other once more. Start all over from scratch. Shiro began picking at the food, soon realizing how hungry he was as he had to stop himself from looking like a pig while eating it. "We should." He agreed. "It would be nice to just go and do all the stuff we used to, hang out and just explore it all over again." He mentioned. "And since we got the entire day, maybe we should go into town?" He suggested, figuring that they could at least hang out and have some fun that way, a soft smile on his face as he gladly ate the food, savoring the taste. "Besides, this stuff is delicious, you've definitely gotten a grasp at cooking." He said, changing the subject a bit.

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Akira gave another soft smile and nodded, "yeah sure. That would be nice," he said. He chuckled when the other complimented his cooking. "Yeah, well after I started university I had to figure it out, turns out I wasn't half bad and kind of liked it too. Haven't done it in a while though..." he trailed off a little and finished his meal as he waited for the other. "What do you want to do in town?" he asked, "I haven't had time off like this in a while, I have no idea what to do with myself." he laughed as he moved to get off the bed and head into the kitchen to clean off his dish.

This whole thing was insane. The logical part of his brain kept telling him to stop it, to move on, to tell Shiro no, but his romantic side kept urging him on. And another side, one he really didn't want to admit to, wanted to use Shiro. After all the man had everything Akira wanted in life. If he was to use him, Akira could meet the right people, ones that would get him the right jobs. He could be just as famous as Shiro.

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There was nothing regular about their relationship anymore. After so long, it couldn't be regular. They couldn't go back to the way it was with all the baggage they carried. It would be nice to just relax and try to find a solution to make things work between them as Shiro watched Akira head out to the kitchen with his dish, finishing a moment later, he got up to follow him, watching him clean off one dish. "I'm glad you picked it up. I never got to, most of the early practice nights we ended up with take away. And when we got big, there was hardly time for a cooked meal. Everything was to go." He explained, moving up behind Akira, placing the plate in the sink before wrapping his arms around his lover gently.

"I want to see if the old arcade is still running. Last I remember, there was talk of new games being added, before I left. Something about a new Guitar Hero and such. I mean, did anyone beat my old records?" He asked, curiously. It would almost be too easy to abuse Shiro, he was falling hard for his ex lover turned lover again. There was barely anything he could do to stop himself from wanting the other. Distracting them with being out in town was probably the best way not to end up with them barely leaving the place. And it'd be good to get some fresh air after being cooped up and doing it as much as they had been the past day.

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Once Akira finished with the dishes he went back to his room and started to get undressed so that he could get redressed into something a bit more casual. He looked in his closet and found a pair of skinny jeans and an old band t-shirt he used to where in high school and threw them on, a little annoyed at how the t-shirt still fit if a little tight. He glanced over to Shiro when he questioned about the arcade, "the old arcade?" he thought for a few moments, "Oh! Right, sort of?" he said, slipping on the shirt and looking at himself in the mirror, "I mean, it's not like it used to be. People just don't go to arcades anymore. So it's a bit more of a bar now. It should still be open right now though, it does pretty well if I remember right. I haven't been in a while." he said and hummed to himself as he finished getting ready.

"The park is still there, um... oh and the guitar store. The school is still up too. Always a never-ending bit of students to go to that blasted place." he explained as he tried to think of the places they used to go. "Everything else, honestly, I think has shut down or changed into something else. Even the movie theater shut down and moved across town, now it's a nightclub. Almost worked there, actually, but I don't suit their needs." he said, frowning.