[User] "Diego, I do love you. Maybe differently after that, b... but..." Bexi fell forward, sobbing into his arms. "I just want you to be happy, and I can never give you everything you deserve. If we were together, life couldn't be normal." Bexi climbed up into him lap, curling her legs around him.

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Diego was surprised by feeling her sob and into his arms. He felt her in his lap, curling her legs around him and her entrance so close to his manhood once more, but he was focused on her.

"I am happy when I'm with you. And who says that? I've never been one for normal. You were always there for me and I want you to be there with me. To always be with one another. I don't care if people is forbidden. I want you to be mine. To marry you... to have a family with you... It doesn't matter if life wouldn't be normal," Diego told her as he was wiping away her tears.

Diego cared a lot about people, but he would have a bit of a disdain toward society at times. He was a chubby nerd after all, but she made him happy and wanted to make her happy.

[User] Bexi reached down and clumsily helped Diego's stiffening cock inside of her. "You're too sweet, brother. How have you not managed to knock some poor girl with all this sweet talk?" She nuzzled her head against him, so she could suck on his neck.

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Diego groaned out loud when he felt Bexi take his cock back inside of her, back into her warm and wet inviting folds. He then felt her kiss his neck and he responded with a gentle love bite on her own neck.

"Because I only had my eyes on you. You're so addicting and wonderful, Bexi," Diego groaned as he began bouncing her on his cock while one arm was around her and his free hand playing with her breast.

[User] As the words escaped Diego's lips, Bexi's pussy clamped tight on his cock, not letting go. "F... fuck Diego!" Her body was on fire, she was a deviant now, and she probably couldn't turn back.

[Assistant] Diego shifted positions, having it so his sister was on all fours and he could fuck her like an animal. "This is so good... I wanna do this with you all the time," Diego groaned out as he began going at a faster pace, loving how his sister's pussy was clamping on his cock. "We... we can do this every day. We can move in together and fuck all we want," he whispered in her ear, loving all the lewd and taboo ideas coming into his head.

[User] "Diego...! Be realistic" Bexi moaned, her breasts were pert and somewhat conical, swinging with the force, a chocolate brown aureole covering a full quarter of their ripening globes. They seemed to hold a promise to her future babes-or men-that would later suckle from their succulence. Bexi's nipples puckered from the mixture of the friction and the cold sea air making them stand to their own attention.

[Assistant] "I... I am. We can decide what to do with our lives and do what we want," Diego told her as he squeezed her breasts and pinching her lovely nipples. He even pictured one day sucking on them should he ever get Bexi pregnant. Instead, he settled for giving her another love bite. "I want to do this every day. Making love to you, Bexi," Diego told her lovingly as he was picking up the pace.

[User] Bexi came almost instantly from his words, her body convulsing under him. "S... stop t... teasing me Diego..." She tightened up on him, the idea of being his little toy turning her on a little.

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"Don't lie to me sis... you want this as much as I do," Diego said, feeling his sister shake and shudder and he loved it. Loved that he was having her in his sway and he responded by biting her neck again.

"Do you want more," he asked her teasingly. "To cum inside you and make love to you every day," Diego said, desire, love and affection dripping with every syllable as his fingers pinched her nipples harder as his pace became hard and rough.

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"Ooo... yes... oh yes I want it all the way... inside me." She moaned before biting her lip in pleasure, it was a wondrous sensation, yet her lust was far from quenched. Her body was shaking and every part of her seemed to be tingling with delightful sensation.

"Oh God... Diego... your cock is so good... oh I want it... fuck me more..." Bexi wailed with breathless joy, not really knowing what she was saying as the pleasurable haze clouded her mind and rid her of thoughts of anything and everything beside the feel of the log invading her depths. She moaned again, only louder and she could hear the cry rebounding out into the beach like the wails of a wanton whore being ravished by her client; she didn't care. She was getting close, so close that she could actually taste her peak.

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Hearing his beloved sister beg for him to keep fucking her was all that Diego needed to keep up his frantic pace, happily becoming consumed by his thoughts of fucking his sister like an animal, focusing only on the pleasure. It was just the two of them on the beach. Just the two of them they needed.

His hands kept playing with her breasts, massaging and kneeding them like they were balls of dough, all while his fingers played with her nipples and he gave gentle love bites on his sisters' neck. "I'll give you more my sexy Bexi. I'll give you some everyday. We'll be together forever," he told his sister as he was fucking her some more. He would be reaching his limit soon. "Where would you want me to cum?" he asked her.

[User] She knew that today wasn't a safe day for her, but she had fucked him anyway, raw. She knew he might come inside of her, but right now she didn't care. She felt amazing, like she was walking on air.

[Assistant] Diego was going faster ad harder and he was too happy to think straight. Yet he was always focused and remembered on what his sister said. He needed to hear it from her though. "Do you want me to cum inside?" he groaned out, knowing he would reach his limit soon.

[User] Bexi's ears were ringing, unable to hear much else than her heartbeat and a few moans. She rode him uncontrollably, her body giving into the taboo pleasure. "Ah, mmm. Shit"

[Assistant] Diego was feeling his sister riding and both of them were losing themselves to the pleasure. Diego couldn't take it anymore. When Bexi would finally cum and squeeze his cock, he would cum inside of her. He held her onto dear life as he filled his sister's womb with his seed.

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Bexi peppered kisses along his torso, still being held and impaled on his massive muscular member. Breathing hard and basking in the pleasures of his release, she fought to stay conscious as her world dissolved into a stream of swirling colours. Never before had someone given her such an overwhelming orgasm, it felt as if she had been trying to suck his very life out through his cock and now that it was done, she was trapped in a void somewhere between the realms of the living and the dead. Nothing had ever felt as magnificent as having the dick of her brother deep inside her, but now it was over and she could already feel reality's cold touch creeping up her spine.

She didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay here where this dream was eternal, but life didn't care what she wanted and when she blinked, there was a sudden jerk and a feeling reminiscent of a cold bucket of water being poured over her head. She was returned to the reality, her pussy stretched over his massive cock, her afterglow wearing off quickly.

[Assistant] Diego went over to lay down on the Twister mat. He was utterly exhausted and overwhelmed by the intense wonderful sex, his cock still firmly inside of his sister's pussy, dripping with his seed. Diego was planting soft kisses on Bexi. While he was tired, his intense desires were only satiated temporarily. "Should we go home... and continue?" Diego asked her softly as he stroked her hair.

[User] "...Diego...! You fucker!" Bexi said, feeling him still pulse inside of her, an unfamiliar warmth being shot against her insides. "You haven't have you?" She looked concerned, a few pants coming from her, despite Diego having done most of the work.

[Assistant] "I asked you both times and you didn't respond. Besides... you're on the pill," Diego said as he was reassuring his sister before he brought her close to him. "No matter what happens, we'll be together, okay?" Diego told her before he enveloped her in a hug. "I'm here for you always," he said to her reassuringly.

[User] "I was enjoying myself, I didn't hear!" Bexi ran her fingers over her mound and into her slit, feeling somewhat empty and yet also feeling Diego's oozing white cream coming from inside of her. Bexi felt conflicted, having enjoyed what they had done, but knowing that it should never have happened.

[Assistant] Diego just held Bexi closer to him, nude bodies touching one another and savoring how close and hot she was. "It's gonna be okay, sis. I always took care of you since we were jids and this is no difference," Diego told her as he was stroking her hair before he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

[User] Bexi just clung to her brother, their bodies entangles in a sticky, sweaty, cum soaked pile. "I know Diego, It's just, hard to accept that this happened this way. Lose my virginity without a date. With my brother. It's not exactly a girl's dream. No offense"

[Assistant] "Yeah, but we love each other, don't we? And most of the time we spend together are kinda like dates when you think about it. I don't regret losing my virginity to the woman that I love," Diego told her as he held her closer, trying to reassure her that everything will be fine.

[User] Bexi just cried tears of joy and confliction on her brother's shoulders, nodding against him. "I... I know bro." She held onto him, his dick still buried deep inside her pussy, hoping that nobody was listening to the conversation they were having.

[Assistant] "It is lucky no one besides here is on the beach, but we should probably back up and get going. It looks like it made rain today after all," Diego said as he looked up and saw some clouds were rolling in. "Besides, we can continue talking about this back home," he said to her with a smile before he brought her over for a soft kiss.

[User] Bexi released herself to her brother, her arms against his chest as she caresses him gently. Her lips intertwined with his own, her mind seemingly put to rest with her concerns with what they had done, at least for this moment. "O... OK" She said as she broke the tender moment, her eyes full of love.

[Assistant] Diego pulled up his swimtrunks and helped Bexi put her bikini back on before he pulled out some spare clothing for her to well. He brought some of her shorts for her and a shirt for him, but he also realized he brought one of his own shirts for her to wear. Though he realized she would look good in it, kinda like a girlfriend wearing her boyfriend's shirt. He also helped put away the mat and everything else before he offered his hand for her to take so they could begin heading back.

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Bexi left her bikini on the sand, her body swamped by the material of the shirt her brother had given her. She tied her windswept hair up into a bun, keeping it out of her face after the long afternoon of lovemaking under the summer sun.

She took his arm, hugging it between her breasts, holding it tight to her so that there was no mistaking it. He was hers, at least for now. "Okay, babe, we can go."

[Assistant] Diego smiled at hearing the affectionate tone that Bexi was using and how she was holding his arm. He grabbed the rest of everything and began heading back to the place they called home. It was a short trip, but they got there in time as it began raining. “What do you wanna do now, sis?” Diego asked her as he embraced her, still wanting to be intimate with her.

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For a moment, Bexi just left her face pressed into Diego's chest, taking in deep breaths of his manly musk. The events of the day playing through in her head. She knew very well that however this was going to go, it wasn't going to be ideal, but she had passed the point of no return, after all, the pair had already done it ...twice.

She pulled back after a while, peeling the slightly damp shirt off of her naked frame. her pale white skin having a gentle all over tan. She then finally responded "Uhhh... maybe I need a shower?"

[Assistant] Diego let her step back and removing the damp shirt off of her and him admiring her lovely body once more. "Yeah, I think so too," Diego confessed though he wanted to shower with her... and not just shower with her, but savor her in the shower.

[User] Bexi walked past him, her hips swaying as she took each step up the stairs, her ass being a focal point for anyone looking as she took each step up the stairs. She looked over her shoulder at Diego, her breasts hanging nicely, her whole shapely form on display as she climbed ever higher. She enjoyed the freedom her new relationship with her brother afforded her. The freedom of nudity in the house, feeling beautiful and irresistible all the time.

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Diego just stared at his sister, watched as she swayed her hips, teasing her ass and then even showing off her tits. It drove him nuts seeing her like that. It was inviting, tempting... he wanted her. He needed her.

"You are utterly irresistible," Diego whispered lovingly in her ears as he went to grab her tits from behind. He squeezed them while he began grinding his erection against her shapely ass.

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Bexi stopped in her tracks on the stairway, her brother's hands exploring her body once more. She still couldn't get over how much he lusted for her, the mundane relationship they had had until today seemingly so far away now.

She put her hands behind her, gripping onto Diego's swimwear as he ground his cock up against her curves, ever impressed by his resilience and perpetual arousal for her. In that moment she wondered if it would last, or peter out quickly like some kind of sordid affair, but she decided just to ride it out for now.

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"I love you a lot, sis. I wanna make this serious with you," Diego told her with a smile as he kept exploring and squeezing her nude body. He worked to remove his swim trunks off of him so he could better rub his cock against her ass. "It will always be the two of us," he whispered lovingly.

He was grateful not many guys showed interest in her. It meant he could have her to himself. He kissed her neck, even giving her a sensual lick.

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Bexi winked a little as she continued her climb up the stairs, teasing him ever so playfully, swaying her hips with each step. She knew he wanted her, but she wanted the chase. Their entanglement may have just been circumstance to begin with, but she needed to prove to herself that this was something he needed, that he craved for.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she bent her knees and 'slut dropped', running her left hand over the curvature of her ass and into her hair, before taking a few more steps into the bathroom.

[Assistant] Seeing her wink just aroused him even more. However, Diego realized that she was teasing him. She wanted him to chase her. And he would get her and always get her. He saw her go down on his knees and tease him with her lovely curvy ass. Diego groaned in pleasure at the sight before he followed her to the bathroom. "You are quite the naughty girl..." he said to her

[User] Bexi pressed herself against the sink, hopping up and propping herself against the ledge. Leaning back, pushing out her chest. "I'm not naughty, just easily misled..." She said pointing straight at her brother. She knew he would protest, that it was her that led him astray. But these things happen, and Bexi was willing to take it in her stride.

[Assistant] "Yes you are," Diego said, deciding to go and further tease his sister before he went over to hug her. His hands crawled over to squeeze her large breasts. "Don't worry. You have your big brother to guide you the right path," he further adds with a smirk.


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"No problem, Miss Teller." Curtis smiled, taking the basket from her and watching as she left the area. Shutting the door behind him, Curtis went to work. The basket Celina handed him had most of her school shirts and skirts, her bras, and a couple of panties. Smiling to himself, his thumb ran across the material of one pair, enjoying the softness, and the slight dampness too. Slipping it into his pocket, he found the cum-stained panties and left them to the side. They were damp, but with no visible markings to show they had been messed with.

The boy chucked the rest of her laundry into the washing machine, ensuring to adjust the settings as Google suggested not to do, to make sure the clothing inside shrunk a bit in the wash. It wouldn't go to child-like sizes, but it would be enough for more buttons to burst, or a bit more skin to show. Or anything in that sense. With her bras shrinking too, Celina may begin to believe her breasts are growing too!

Once her clothing was finished, he laid out the ruined panties on top, remembering how she had complained that her favorite pair went missing. They wouldn't be damp for much longer, but still damp enough for if she wore them tomorrow. And with how they were so soft and 'cute', he wouldn't be surprised if she chose to wear them tomorrow even if they were slightly wet. Going out to the living room, Curtis laid out all the clothes to dry off, and then returned to the laundry, fixed the washing machine settings, and did his own load of clothing.

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The whole time the dastardly situation arose upstairs, Celina unsuspectingly worked on making dinner. And by making dinner, she meant taking a prepackaged lasagna and putting it in the oven. She'd never been much of a good cook at all... and the last time she tried to cook something, they ended up going to a fast food joint to get rid of the horrid taste. Still, she was proud of putting out anything with any flavor, even if it wasn't homemade.

As the lasagna baked, she turned her head and noticed Curtis laying out the clothing in the next room over. Celina couldn't help but smile proudly, only seeing a helpful step son finally starting to grow a liking to her. "Very good job!" she called over to him, her smile never fading. Course, she also didn't know what he had done, and the blissfully oblivious woman went about preparing plates and forks for dinner. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!" she called additionally.

Even still, her blouse laid open. She really wasn't going to find out until she decided to strip or take a shower, it seemed.

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Thanking her for the praise, Curtis gave a nod, laying out his own clothing too. "I'll go jump in the shower real quick and I'll be out by the time dinner's ready." Curtis told her. Pausing as he walked past her, he had an idea. As she prepared some veggies, Curtis walked up behind her, getting on his toes and reaching into the cupboard above her. His body pressed against hers, a noticeable lump running against the center of her body. "Don't forget the salt and pepper." He warned, taking the two shakers, his cock rubbing against her ass on the way down too, and placing them onto the kitchen table.

He left without another word, but once in his room, he was in shock that that had just worked. His cock was rock hard, aroused beyond belief about what he'd just done. Stripping down, Curtis went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Now, it was tempting to jerk off, release the tension he felt right now. But he didn't have his phone with him for those beautiful photos he took in class. But he had another idea instead.

So when Celina called him out for dinner, she would find her step-son walk out, still wet from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. His groin area had a lump where his cock was, a noticeable outline for his erection. "Thank you." He smiled happily, sitting down and beginning to eat as if nothing was wrong.

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Well, at least vegetables were something she could do! It was hard to mess up just cutting them up, it was simple math, of course! Though Celina definitely tended to get a little too anal about it and needed precise cuts, as well as long wind ups for insurance. They would take more than 10 minutes for sure, and so focused she was on them, practically bent over the cutting board and, by extension, the countertop, that she barely noticed him approaching, particularly with that expression of his.

It wasn't until she felt him prodding up against her that her eyes widened. What was that feeling against her butt? She heard his voice but couldn't place what that stiffness was. "Oh right..." she said lowly, feeling a further prodding as he moved down and away. A slight glimmer of confusion ran down her body as she inquisitively peered toward him, only to see him already gone. "What... was that..." she muttered lowly to herself, now not able to take her mind off of it.

At least, until the oven blared in her ears. "Ack, alright alright, I'm coming!" she cried out, leaving everything behind to get the lasagna out before it burned. So as a result, she went back to chopping the vegetables by the time he came downstairs, the casserole already ready to serve himself. Hearing him, she looked over to him to welcome him. But her words caught in her throat as she noticed that bulge under his towel. Not to mention it was very odd for her to see him this way.

A noticeable blush formed over her face, and another low stare made her realized what had rubbed against her. "O-of course..." she uttered in dismay as she quickly patted out of the kitchen and started to absentmindedly start folding the laid out clothes, which were dry by now.

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He watched Mrs Teller as she left the room, face flushed, and it make the boy smile to himself. Curtis hated the relationship his dad had entered into, so ruining it would be a dream. How he did it, he was unsure of right now, but he had a few ideas for sure. Diving into the food, it was... decent. About as much as he could expect, if he was honest. But it wasn't that bad.

Once he finished, he went to his room, one that thankfully had a lock on it, and finally jerked off. With how much he had been on edge, it didn't take long, and soon he had ruined yet another set of her panties, the ones he had stolen from her laundry basket. Finding her in the living room watching television, Curtis quickly snuck into her room, folding her panties and leaving these ones on top of her pile, ready for tomorrow.

Returning to the living room, Curtis approached her and sat beside her, perhaps slightly too close. "So what's the plan for tonight?" He asked, wondering how much he could put her off, or turn her on.

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Leaving him to eat by himself, Celina sulked in the living room, wanting to avoid him for now, hoping that IT would go down by itself. She was a teacher, after all, and she had also been through that phase. She understood hormones perfectly but... she couldn't exactly say she was ready to see her step son, the boy who she wished was her own, like this. Especially in front of her.

Of course she'd heard him in his room, it wasn't hard to hear moans when passing by. But that was a normal thing, in her book, and healthy for sure. Particularly if he didn't have a girlfriend. Which reminded her of something she wanted to talk about with him. As a result, she waited it out for him to go upstairs before taking her lasagna to the couch to each it while watching a lifetime movie.

And that's where he found her, still with a bit of the food on her plate. His question ambushed her, and she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "Hm?" The movie she was watching was, oddly enough, about a boy obsessed with his mother, in a VERY creepy way. "Oh did we have plans tonight?" she asked, scratching her head. When there were no plans, she typically just left him in his room, to do whatever he wanted. She hoped it was homework but...

At that point, the screen flashed with the boy pouring sleeping pills into his mother's drink, his face distorted into an extremely creepy expression. Though his talking had distracted her and she missed that part. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something..."

[User] Curtis glanced at the movie his mother had chosen to watch. It was a very... interesting film choice for her, to say the least. Watching it for a few moments, he heard her say that she needed to talk to him about something. Sighing, he had a feeling that whatever this was would be either annoying, embarrassing, or both. "Fine, sure." He said, grabbing the remote and muting the TV. "What's up?" he asked curiously, his eyes flicking down to her exposed cleavage for a brief moment.

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Celina had her own sigh to take, which should've been very odd as they didn't really discuss all too much. Biting her lip, she started, "Curtis... I've really tried to be your mother since your father and I got together. I know we haven't been on the best terms but... I really feel like I can trust you now. I feel like there's a bond we're starting to develop." She looked at him just after he had glanced down at her chest. "I think it's about time we talk about girls. I know this may be embarrassing but... I think you're old enough."

Celina analyzed him, searching in his eyes for a response. She hoped he would at least be open to talking about it. "I know you don't have a girlfriend. Maybe I can help you find one?"

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Embarrassing. Right. Got it. "Mrs Teller, we don't need to talk about this." Curtis groaned as she began to talk about needing to talk about girls. He assumed that this would be some sort of birds and the bees talk. But then she offered to help him find a girlfriend, which was even weirder. He never called her mum, or Celina. Always Mrs Teller. A sign that while she may have felt a bond coming, there was still some progress to be made.

"I think that's a little odd, don't you? My step-mother trying to help me hook up with women?" He asked her, his cheeks slightly red. Admittedly, he did think about girls a lot. Both those his age, and those a bit older. But all he could think about right now, was his mother's two large breasts, and slipping his cock in between them!

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So yeah, it had become awkward... though Celina sort of regretted it now, she had already gone with it. He could see her shift a bit uncomfortably at the continued lack of familiarity with her. She'd already told him several times he COULD call her mum, mom, mother, Celina, etc. Anything that would hint he had some inkling of want for her to be related to him. But she wasn't the pushy type, so she wasn't going to go out on him for his continued defiance.

On the other hand, she hadn't thought about it. She didn't know if mothers did that, though she did wish her own mother did. "Well I mean..." Celina said awkwardly as she scratched her head. "I just think you should find someone, the sooner the better. You don't want to end up like..." She didn't finish her sentence as she realized she was talking about herself. After all... she was 28 now and only then did she find love. "I just don't want you to go through life and not have any support from someone close to you."

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Curtis mentally finished the sentence in his mind. You don't want to end up like Celina. She looked uncomfortable, which was where he wanted her. He wanted her to feel like he was always in control of their relationship. That she was trying to please him, not the other way around.

"I mean... I guess. But I don't see what you are expecting to help with anyway." he said, not outright saying no, more curious as to what her idea would be. Even if it didn't work, he could manipulate her somehow... "What, do you want to go out clubbing, be a wingwoman, and so on? Set me up on a blind date with one of your friends' daughters?" he asked, laughing at the idea.

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His suggestion further embarrassed her, and he could see it quite clearly as she shifted uncomfortably in place. "W-what... noooo..." Celina said with an exasperated sigh. She'd been clubbing a few times earlier in her life but... she didn't like to talk about those times, for very personal reasons. "Obviously not, those places are no good. Just scoundrels..." There she was, talking about herself again.

"I'm sure we can find someone in school that's your type. You've tried looking for one, right?" she asked, ever nosier about it.

[User] "That uh... a bit personal." Curtis blushed lightly, as she asked about if he had tried looking for one. "But um... what are you expecting to do? Go up to someone and say 'Hey... you should date my step-son'? No, I don't think that'd be appropriate." He laughed, still trying to make her uncomfortable. He was unsure what else to say or do. His step mother offering to help him date was weird enough as it was, without having to try and converse with her about it.

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Eventually, Celina just puffed up her cheeks like an immature girl and sat there sullenly. "I guess so..." she murmured, frustrated that he didn't have any faith in her. Course that sounded kind of stupid but... maybe it could work? Though... could she even muster the will to do it? She wasn't exactly the strongest person mentally, and she hadn't ever pursued anyone. Hell, his father was the one that came unto her, or she'd still be single.

"Maybe you're right..." The whole conversation had drained her, and she didn't feel like doing the dishes. Instead, she yawned and shook her head. "Mrng... I think I'll turn in early tonight." It wasn't like she was going to get any action tonight anyway, her husband would go straight to sleep after coming home so late. As a result, she got up and went to make herself a tea, leaving it to heat up while she went to the bathroom.

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While Celina went to the bathroom, the film silently playing in the background gave him an idea. Curtis didn't know how truthful the film would be to real events, but he would soon find out. Searching through the cupboards, he soon found a bunch of sleeping pills, ones initially meant for his dad after having some insomnia. But he had slowly recovered, and no longer needed the pills. It had been a few months since he last needed some, so he doubted his father would notice them missing.

The film had used two pills, but Curtis decided on three for good measure. Crushing up the contents, Curtis dropped the powdered drugs into the tea and stirred, allowing the contents to mix in completely. Hearing his mother begin to return from the bathroom, he grabbed an apple juice from the fridge and sat down at the table, giving him an excuse for why he was in here.

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Celina finished washing up and returned to her tea, where it sat in the microwave. "I'm sorry about that, I just wanted to help," she mentioned to him as she added milk and sugar, which would delete any taste of the pills, if ever there was any. The look on her face didn't show she realized it either, so it went unnoticed. As she took up her mug and started to drink it slowly, it would eventually start to course through her body. But for now, she was mostly awake, just tired from the day's events.

"I hope you don't hate me for that..." she added, blowing a bit on her hot tea before taking another series of sips.

[User] "No no, of course I don't hate you for that." Curtis said quickly. He hated her for entering his life as his step-mother, rather than a girl that he could fuck in his own time... well, at least her role in his life actually would allow him that luxury, even if it was a bit more messed up than he'd like. "I understand you're trying to help, it's just a bit... weird." he explained. "Just drink up and head to bed, I'd rather not talk about that subject any more." He requested of her, slightly impatient that the pills didn't seem to have a major effect yet.

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The first part, Celina understood, but the part after that... it saddened her, and it was obvious on her features. "Right... I think that's best..." she said lowly, blowing it once more before gulping down the tea even faster than before. He certainly put her on the off-foot, and she clearly wanted to get out of his hair as quickly as she could. "Well, good night..." she said, taking a step toward him as she had tried multiple times before, wanting to give him a good night kiss to the forehead. But the situation had doomed that in her eyes so instead, she nodded before turning and heading off to bed.

Though, as he could see, her steps were rather lazy and as she reached the stairs, she stalled for a moment. "Mhgnnn..." she groaned, her head bobbing slowly as if she was disorientated. Slowly, one step at a time and gripping the railing as best she could, she started upward.

[User] Curtis noticed the sadness in her eyes, and knew that a distant plan in his mind might have become either easier or harder. At the moment, he wasn't quite so sure. But for his current plan, it seemed to be coming into effect. Watching Celina lazily climb up the stairs, Curtis waited a few moments before following her, waiting to see what happened.

[Assistant] Somehow, Celina reached the top of the stairs, but the step mother was far from safe. "Urrgnn..." she groaned, audibly now, and her eyes could barley stay open. Her feet felt so heavy and her shoes just feel off her as she walked along. She didn't even realize her shirt was still open, but the fact that she felt about to pass out overtook any other concern. It took her awhile, but she finally made it to her room, and the moment her knee touched the bed, she collapsed unto it, face first, her ass sticking up in the air. Even from the corridor, he could hear her loud breathing and slight snoring as she was knocked out cold.

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Curtis couldn't help but burst out laughing as he watched her collapse onto the bed. And with her ass sticking up in the air, he could feel his cock hardening. Approaching the room, he knocked on the door frame loudly. "Mum!" he yelled at her, to see if she had any response. But finding none, he approached her fallen body. Gently, a hand ran along her body, from ankle to shoulder, admiring every little curve. It was a gentle touch, with only minor groping for now. But he would of course have a good time.

Once confirming that she was out cold, Curtis knelt down and placed his face between her ass cheeks, kissing and smelling her scent. Smirking, he wanted her dripping wet by the time he left. Standing up once more, he looked around the room, all the cupboards and drawers, wondering where her sex toys were---and what they were.

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As she laid there, Celina remained clothed in her teaching outfit, and he could finally feel it up close and on her. The mesh material of her pantyhose was certainly unique, as he hadn't ever washed them and likely hadn't touched them either. On the other hand, it didn't prevent him from feeling the curves and soft flesh beneath it, just distorting his touch. The further he went, the further her curves expanded as he reached her ass, where her skirt still sat tautly against her booty. Further up still, the curve sharply went inward where her thinner waist lay, the hourglass he was used to seeing finally tracing under his fingers.

And further along, her curvature started back out as he reached her shoulder, the now somewhat disheveled fabric of her blouse somewhat tugged out of her skirt and able to be pushed and pulled and wrinkled. As he brought himself down, he could see straight up her skirt, where the darkened white cotton with lace taunted him so, its more sheer cut than brief panties certainly a welcoming sight. And her scent was strong, brought about by a long day of hard work.

A search of her furniture turned up little, other than some clothing and underwear. Of course, he also found his father's items as well, as they shared the same dresser. In the closet, though, deep in the back, he found a nice little velvet package that appeared to be somewhat dusty. A quick opening of it would reveal an average looking pink dildo, all fresh and clean, looking as if it hadn't been used in some time.

Though it wasn't the only goodie. Looking more, he saw a somewhat less appealing box on his father's side of the closet, that seemed that have been left carelessly behind. Inside, he found what appeared to be unused items, a small white vibrator and a pair of metallic handcuffs. Why they weren't used... he couldn't be sure.

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Looking through the various toys, Curtis eventually picked out the vibrator. The handcuffs would stay in his mind for another day though. Running downstairs, he found some duct tape and returned to his sleeping victim. The vibrator was pushed right against her clit, then taped so it didn't move, before finally turned on to its highest setting.

Letting the sleeping girl moan, the boy moved to her upper half, unbuttoning the blouse and removing her bra. His cock was rock hard at this point, staring down at the naked breasts that taunted him so. His member slapped her flesh, enjoying how they jiggled at every movement. His fingers deftly pinched, pulled and groped at each boob, making her nipples stiffen quickly. And as her mouth hung open, he couldn't resist slipping his cock in, reveling at the warm wet feeling. "Holy shit." He whispered.

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Celina's heavy yet rhythmic breathing continued unabated her snoring a good sign that he wouldn't be getting caught any time soon. Even through her panties, the vibrator started to really flex its motor, and the loud buzzing sound it emitted he could easily hear from where he stood. "Uhhn..." she groaned in her sleep as her body wiggled slightly. Her heavy eyelids remained unmoving, even as he came up and started to tug off the clothing of her upper body.

As he unveiled her luscious mounds, he had the dream that so many boys lusted for. Celina's dang near prefect breasts were somewhat flattened a bit by gravity, but they still retained their impressive shapes rather nicely. And, of course, the feeling of the thick, malleable mounds against his dick was definitely extraordinary. With her bright pink nipples erecting themselves on the spot, and her low, lustful moans growing ever more, her lips had parted to the point that he could easily fit inside.

The feeling his inserted meat detected within was certainly a new thing for him. Nothing like masturbating, her mouth was hot, tight around him, and wet. He could already feel himself sliding about her tongue as it seemed to move around by itself, pleasure the underside.

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Curtis watched her squirm and moan under the vibrator's influence, smiling at the music sounds she made. As a hand lightly played with her breast, he had not expected the amount of pleasure her warm, wet mouth provided. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of an oncoming orgasm. Pulling back, his cum shot along her face, one rope of cum hitting her gag reflex purely by accident. Swearing under his breath, he had wished the moment lasted longer.

Entering her mouth once again, the teacher cleaned him in her sleep, before he pulled back once more. Grabbing some tissues, the boy gently wiped his semen away, the smell lingering despite cleaning her. Gently, he cooed his name in her ear, continuing to play with her breasts as she felt the vibrations across her body. He wanted her to think of him in her sleep, her only thoughts being Curtis, and her orgasms.

Waiting until she undoubtedly orgasmed, Curtis finally pulled the vibrator away, cleaning up any other mess he made. Her pussy was soaking wet when he returned. Gently, he pulled Celina up the bed so her face was at least in the pillows, even if her body was on top of the sheets. Before he left, he fixed her clothes and grabbed one of her hands, pushing it beneath her skirt and slipping two of her fingers between her legs. Smiling to himself, Curtis finally left, going to his own room and going to sleep soon after.

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Despite being all the way up inside Celina's mouth, he could actually feel the vibrations all the way from where they rattled her clit, as if they carried throughout her body and came to encompass his dick as well. Though her tongue did in fact move about somewhat on its own, pleasuring him in unconscious accord, it wasn't anything particularly potent, and it was more his imagination and lust that had him going rather than licking him on her part. Still, her body was warm and he could feel the erecting nipple under his palm as he toyed with her breast. In her sleep, she was certainly becoming aroused.

The sudden blast of hot spunk across Celina's face slapped over her nose, some of it even prodding a bit up her nostril, as well as splatting over her fallen eye lid and even some on her hair. At the same time, the jolt that went inside her open mouth hit the back of her throat, and she coughed it up, her body still able to maintain its reflex. His dirty cock could rest easy, leaving the residual spunk to gargle itself upon her tongue as she slept, and even cleaned up, a slight shiny trail remained, though so subtle she would've had to know exactly what it was that happened to her. Something she wouldn't have.

More and more, her body seemed to heat up, and it moved slightly here and there. The drug made sure to keep her down, so it wasn't wholly evident that she came, at least until he noticed the way her pussy seemed to spasm and contract. Celina lay there afterward, once he was satisfied of the position in which he left her, and would sleep out the rest of the night, vaguely dreaming about Curtis and, for some reason, being aroused.


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Truthfully, Mia should have seen this coming, angrily slamming the door of her bedroom as she tossed her heels off onto her bed, frustration evident as she moved around her room. It wasn't the first time her boyfriend had canceled plans basically right before, this one something she had been looking forward to all week. The reservations to the new restaurant downtown had taken a kidney and a half to get on the waiting list for, so when she got the call from the hostess earlier in the week stating their openings, she was thrilled and jumped at the idea of Sunday. It was perfect, the day before her courses started in the morning. And now, here she was, angrily using her thumbs to text one of her friends that she wasn't going. She wasn't going to the restaurant because her stupid boyfriend had decided that he had other plans, better plans than being with her that night.

In retrospect, she should have dumped him then. She should have ripped him to shreds in a phone call because that was all he deserved but she didn't, instead sighing as she laid back on her bed, eyes glaring up at the popcorn ceiling. The sound if her phone vibrating was what tempted her out of simply falling asleep furious, her friend had responded so rapidly with a fantastic idea that had never crossed her mind. The black dress, her make up was already done, gently pushing her glasses back on her nose, she had even shaved her legs and this alone forced her to close her eyes. Groaning out as she sat up and reminded herself to stay calm, her thumbs worked up a response of _I'm going._ faster than she could get off the bed.

It didn't take very long at all for her friends to arrive in an Uber, the sound of her heels clicking as she bounded down from her recently acquired apartment. One would assume that when your girlfriend had an entire apartment to herself, it would make the most sense to be over with her frequently. But clearly, Mia Thompson was asking for too much. It was fine, the chatter among her friends welcome to take her mind off of being stood up by her boyfriend. The petite brunette was going to have fun whether it was with her boyfriend or with her friends, who were currently maneuvering her through the line and flashing IDs. Being that she was just a few short months near her twenty first birthday and still somehow managed to be given a wristband for drinks, she was going to count this as a sign for a good night. It didn't take long at all for one of her friend had slipped a vodka cranberry into her hand and was dragging her out onto the dance floor.

The throb of the bass to the song seemed to push any negative thoughts out of her head, laughing as she shifted her hips to the music, dancing among her friends until one of them murmured into her ear about someone watching her. Mia was already holding her second drink, glancing over her shoulder now as she took note of an older man watching the group of them, shaking her head faintly, "I doubt he's looking at me." This was how Mia was, easy to brush off something casually in the event that he more than likely wasn't, the brunette shifting her fingers back through her hair as she continued to forget the previous anger she had felt at the beginning of the night.

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Hunter Jackson was sitting at the bar watching a group of students come in. It was the last night before the start of fall term, and most of the students were out celebrating their last night before they had to study again for a few months. Not that it stopped the partying for any save the best of students for the entire semester, but enough would stop for a while at least to make this final weekend of their summer meaningful. Hunter was an odd bird among the professors, he kept to himself for the most part, not really mixing with the other faculty. He had been born into money, so lacked the need to publish or perish. He was content with his position teaching Philosophy to undergrads. It allowed him to influence minds, and he'd found more than a few lovers over the years in his classrooms. Naturally, it was a firing offense to be caught with a coed, especially in this day and age of lawsuits and harassment claims. But he was cautious, he never hurt a girl, and generally speaking never took a girl against her will. Sometimes the circumstances were questionable, but not not non-consensual. He, like most men, had his type. The quiet cute bookish girls, the smart ones who spend more time in the library than out partying. Often he felt that those sorts of women, once awakened to sex, made the most wonderful partners. And just like in his classrooms, he was very adept at awakening them.

The girl he noticed was exactly his type. Soft lush brown hair, big glasses, sexy in that bookworm sort of way. Dressed in a little black dress. And from the way the others were all buzzing around her, he would suspect that they were here to cheer her up. Watching her, he smiled softly in her direction. She had seen him and looked away, so the next time her eyes landed in his direction, he gave her a warm grin and raised his glass or bourbon to her as a toast. He pondered his options. At fifty, he was old enough to be most of the student's father. But he liked girls younger. Twenty to twenty two was the sexual peak of a woman studies said. And thus it was the range he preferred his lovers. She looked bout the right age. And she was drinking, pretty quickly it looked like. She'd barely gotten here and was on her second bottle that he could see. Flagging down a waitress, he gave the woman a twenty. "Get that girl whatever she wants, and if you can point her in my direction, you can keep the change," he grinned.

Dressed casual on the warm summer night, he wore nothing more than a pair of white cotton pants and loafers with a light blue open neck shirt under which he wore a simple black tank style undershirt. It spoke to his activeness, as he had just come from the tennis courts on his way back home. His sun glasses were draped on his tank, likely dating him slightly, but he didn't really care.  He rarely got a complaint about how he dressed. Or about how he undressed for that matter. If she needed some cheering up, he would be more than happy to help her with that.

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Mia had decided it best to long since forget about the lazy habits of what her boyfriend would be doing, probably being gross among his peers and playing some video game. Which, wouldn't normally bother Mia the way it did tonight. She knew he was like that when she had met him, having a pull toward playing videogames, but he earned the money to play them and to buy them, so who was she to judge him for what he did in his spare time. However, tonight what she did with the time that she had been spared, was going to be having fun with her friends, among her peers doing something she normally wouldn't ever do. Really, Mia should be at home getting ready for her next day of classes, but the junior was instead, at the popular club, dancing among her friends as though she was used to this.

She should be at home, and not near the halfway mark on drink number two, feeling the buzz as it tingled the bridge of her nose and cheeks. God, are you trying to get drunk? What caused her to turn her head and briefly stop her fluid movements, was when a bottle waitress stopped her with a gentle pat to her lower back, her hand left in the space as she leaned in to listen to the woman's soft toned words. Apparently, she was given the option for a free drink, the waitress taking it upon herself to bring her another of her drink of choice for the evening before nodding her head toward the man in question who had paid for it. Alright, so maybe he had been looking at her, slightly tuning out one of her friends encouraging the act of going over to thank him. Fingers gripping the chilled glass as she debated it over and over again, the alcohol forcing her forward.

It was only right, really. Polite to tell him thank you for the drink he had paid for, going out of his way to send the waitress to her in the first place. It was only right, and with a gentle nudge of her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Mia offered a soft smile as she gently raised the glass to this man. "Thanks for the drink."

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Hunter smiled as she walked over. The hesitation in her was obvious, she hadn't been certain she should. Whatever brought her here clearly was something unusual, she didn't seem at all comfortable in this setting. Or was it what had brought her here that made her uncomfortable? Boyfriend trouble? Perhaps. Of course it could be girlfriend trouble. Or non-binary companion trouble. The world had changed a great deal since he was twenty. One thing working at a respected college was you were taught to change with the times, and so he had.  At least on the surface. Underneath the hood as they say, he hadn't really. After all, his favorite pass time was against both school and societal rules these days. And meeting girls in a club to hook up was just... down right out of the question entirely. Even though it happened every day.

But none of that mattered to him, the only thing that mattered was the pretty girl with the glasses as she stood at his table finally. The soft thank you made him smile. When he spoke, his voice was charming and warm, "You're more than welcome, you looked like you needed it. Would you care to join me for a bit? Maybe dance in a little while? It's been a while since I've seen somebody as pretty as you in this club. I'd like to know more about this mysterious girl that has graced the club tonight" His eyes were intense as he looked at her, drinking in her figure and the classic beauty in her face.

Standing up, he offered her a chair at his table, hoping she would take it. But he would be the gentleman. She struck him as the sort that would want a knight in shining armor. The gallant hero to steal a kiss between vows of chastity. Well while Hunter had no clue about chastity or any intention to learn about it, he could certainly pull the knight role off. It wasn't that he was a bad man, really. Not at all. He did enjoy helping students prepare for the world. He did do charity because he enjoyed it. But past that, he was morally bankrupt. A narcissist with the means to get what he wanted usually. A chameleon who could be the man a woman hoped to find. After the initial hook up, it was always up to the girl if she would stay or go. But few ever left.

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Even despite having sized both him and his loafers up from a distance, the brunette found her taking in more of the older man's face as she grew near. Hunter was handsome to say the very least, a certain aura about him that seemed as though he had answers to the questions she had yet to ask, the lull in his voice almost soothing as he spoke. Or maybe that was the alcohol playing with her. Whatever it was, she didn't turn and run after saying her thank you, blushing softly when he mentioned her being pretty and even further went on to be a smooth talker.

Considering where her head had been when they'd originally gotten to the club, Mia counted this as a welcome exchange even if her boyfriend was still a faint thought in her head. "I... I shouldn't, I came here with my friends." Mia started to form an excuse, but glanced back to said friends who were giving her wide eyes and waving hands, laughing instantly and rolling her eyes. "Sure." Shit, why not. Her friends had all but demanded she come over to greet him, so when he offered the seat he had been in, she moved around him and settled herself into it. Now came the tricky part, the music thrumming into her chest as she gently nudged her glasses up her nose and looked to the older man again, "So, you come here often then?"

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Smiling as she sat down, Hunter knew that starting a conversation with a stranger in a club atmosphere was usually awkward so her question made his smile grow wider. "I'm a regular sometimes, and other times, not so much. Coming to a club alone can get old after a while," he shrugged. His eyes drank her in openly, enjoying what he saw. The glasses were the perfect touch to give her exactly the look he loved. He could completely see her in the library all night studying for her next paper. "So what brings you here? You don't strike me as the club type. Far too sweet and innocent to be a bar fly," he told her with a grin. And far too pretty to go home alone if you were, he added in his mind. He had no intention of letting her go home alone tonight either. But separating her from her friends was only the first step, though they seemed all for it. Which made him curious even further.

But he didn't want to be too blatant, in case she wasn't as naive as she seemed about men. She was dressed well, very well actually, for a night out. Almost as if she was seeking attention. Though he wasn't stupid enough to assume so. That was how men like him ended up in jail. And while he couldn't deny that he likely deserved it, he had no desire to experience it. Nobody got hurt from his tastes. He never bartered sex for grades, since the girls he liked were the top percent in his class already usually. He just liked women with soft curves, tight asses, and no wrinkles, was that bad?

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Under no other circumstances had Mia ever been in this club, hell the rarity of clubs in general for the twenty year old were outlandish. She had gotten into college based on a scholarship that gave her an almost full ride, and yet she still worked part time as a barista for any extra expenditures she felt she needed. Mia felt that she was intelligent, but college had definitely opened her eyes to so much, even her boyfriend was a new experience, one that was able to spend the night and things of that nature. And yet, Mia was still absolutely blind that this man had intentions, he had intentions and had already mapped out his ideal night with the college student he stood near, and she hadn't caught on in the slightest. Maybe that was the universe making this easier for them both, taking another soft sip as he explained himself. "I'd imagine so."

She definitely wouldn't have come here alone, that was for sure. The way he teased her for what brought her here, going far enough to again mention her appearance as something innocent, Mia knew it was easily the glasses. She had already forgone wearing contacts tonight, so not wearing them was out of the question. Unfortunately, the alcohol made her blurt out the honest truth faster than she would like, "I got stood up---" _Wow you're an idiot._ It caught her off guard even though it had come from her mouth, Mia unable to resist her laughter as she used the back of her hand to cover her mouth, shaking her head softly, "And I didn't want to waste an outfit and the preparation, you know?"

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So Hunter had been right about her after all. This trip was boy related. The man was a fool clearly. To let this girl go out angry and slighted? Well he got what he deserved, or rather in this case, didn't get what he didn't deserve. Now all he had to do was earn that prize himself and ride off into the night like the conquering hero before plundering her young tight body. The thought was enough to make him rock hard which was why he stood to allow his slacks to cover his erection for the moment. "I see," he said quietly. His eyes sparkled with what was undisguised contempt for the man who had stood her up as he asked, "What sort of an idiot stands a girl like you up? Especially in that beautiful dress? He doesn't deserve you."

While he didn't claim to be a regular, he knew the place well enough to know the DJ's music preferences, and it was coming to the part of the evening when he would start the slower dances that couples could get closer together. It was always curious from his point of view, but it was often fortuitous to him. So before the slow part came on, he would get her out there for a more traditional club dance. "Care to dance with a man who appreciates you?" he asked with a soft grin.

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By now the alcohol was causing that familiar tingle to her skin, the bridge of her nose tingling and that same sensation in her belly. Mia's thoughts were cloudy as she attempted to remind herself in a circular fashion that she had a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend, no matter how handsome this man was or how he looked at her or how he fed her compliments. Still , her own boyfriend had stood her up and broken her dinner plans. Clicking her tongue behind her teeth softly, watching the way he looked almost understanding to her issue, the young woman was again at the halfway point of this drink before she knew it, setting it on the table as a silent _Slow down_ to herself. Mia hadn't told him that the guy was her boyfriend, and it felt normal for her not to, smiling softly as he repeated very similar phrases to her friends.

It still sounded better coming from a man. Or was that the vodka? When he offered to dance though, her eyes left him again and moved out toward the dance floor she had so recently been on, that tingle causing her to stand gently, almost as though she were steadying herself in her heels before nodding her head softly. Well, if she could still stand, she was good to go, Mia offering a gentle smile, "Sure." Why not? Her boyfriend wasn't here and this could have been him, pulling her out onto the dance floor to enjoy the night.

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Leading her out onto the dance floor, Hunter smiled. Letting her hand go once they found a spot to dance, he started to show that while he was older, he could in fact dance. And dance well in fact. He stayed as close to her as the music permitted, just on the edge of her personal space, not pushing it, but close enough for her to be aware of him, of his cologne, and of his body heat that was radiating out by now. His cologne was simple, not the oppressive scent so many men favored these days. Simple classic time-tested ingredients: sandalwood, ginger, musk and a hint of bourbon.  As they danced, he let his hands touch her from time to time, usually along her back, especially the small of her back. His experience had been that women loved that. But he also knew that every woman was different. But still he enjoyed doing it as well, so why not?

As the music slowed down, just as he predicted it would, he moved in close to her and slid his arms around her waist. "I love that this club includes softer slower dances..." he told her with a grin. "I hope you don't mind? But I would be lying if I didn't admit to wanting to hold you in my arms a little while." his voice was husky and masculine, not an affectation, more just the heat in his body and his arousal making his voice show it more. If she was one who got such messages, that he wanted her was there for her to see. But if she had missed the earlier cues, he suspected that she might miss this one too.

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The sound of the music thumping around them, for a moment Mia thought he looked out of place compared to everyone else around them, with his loafers and the way his sunglasses were tucked into his shirt, but he was undoubtedly handsome. It was amusing to her for a little bit, their bodies occasionally connecting in the smooth brushes of their movements, occasionally a bit of skin to touch when their arms would move against one another's. This was fine, right, technically not considered cheating, simply out having fun and happened to fall into conversation with a handsome older man who surprisingly could dance, the tickle of his fingers along her lower back occasionally sending bolts of static up her spine.

Of course what furthered this feeling was when the song so carefully shifted, and it seemed he was intent on moving with it, his arms snaking around her waist and feeling his hands settle at the space on her lower back. Looking up at him now, perhaps it was the alcohol or even the lighting, but this was an angle she certainly appreciated from this man, not making an immediate move to run to get away from him, finding her hands had settled against his chest and seemed to simply fit there. His words forced another blush, laughing softly in a nervous habit she had never broken since her childhood, shaking her head softly, "I... well, I guess it's just dancing, right?" Consider the point, missed.

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The dance continued, and with her not stopping him from holding her, Hunter continued to do so. With each slow piece they played, he grew slowly almost imperceptibly closer to her until nearly every movement made by either of them resulted in their bodies touching in some intimate fashion or other. The longer she let him hold her, the lower his hands moved down her body, until finally they came to rest on her firm ass cheeks cupping them each with one palm. Looking down at her as the warmth between them grew, he smiled, "Am I a bad man for saying that I am glad you got stood up? It brought you here, to me." Once more, his voice was deep and filled with arousal.

Finally, it was time for his move. With him looking down into her eyes, he lowered his face to hers and brought his mouth to her lips and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, yet filled with heat and promise. Not at all the sort of kiss a stranger in a bar would be giving her, but rather the kiss of a lover, somebody she was already intimate with. Gentle despite the heat in it, it felt very intimate to him, and he hoped to her as well. Seducing her wouldn't be about raw sex appeal, it would be about intimacy and showing her that he understood the difference between lust and intimacy, and that generally speaking, the later was what more woman than not craved.

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What seemed so casual, and yet still so intimate, was slowly spiraling into something more, something her boyfriend would not be comfortable with. What was even further, was when his hands grazed over Mia and settled just below her waist, right on the curve of her ass, it caused her eyes to grow wide behind her glasses, her cheeks blushing vividly as he leaned in closer to tell her how he was thankful she was here, thankful she had gotten stood up. She felt like she was about to explode, and perhaps it was the alcohol that kept her cemented there, still with him and letting his hands feel her up with intentions. Of course, what happened next would seem predictable to anyone else, it hadn't been for Mia.

"Oh I---" But before any further words would come out of her mouth, his lips were on hers and she felt lightheaded. It was embarrassing, and she couldn't decide if she could hear her friends saying anything or not. What she was sure of though, her hand settling against his chest, was that it felt good, feeling her own lips press gently back toward him. She was disregarding her boyfriend, had damn near forgotten his name by the time they broke the kiss, breathing out softly as she stared up at him with hazy, half lidded eyes. "Wow!" First, laughing softly before shaking her head as she spoke again, "I don't even know your name."

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The irony of their not knowing one another's name, nor how his name might be taken wasn't lost on him. But that wasn't really all that important. She had reciprocated very intimately. And while that could be the alcohol talking, it could also be much more. The kiss had been intense, even by his standards. He smiled down at her and stroked her cheek softly. "Hunter," he told her. "What's yours?" he asked her in response. It was more courtesy than anything at the moment, her name wasn't important. Where they were headed right now was. There was a time for names later. In that respect, he was aptly named. He was hunting, and she was his prey. And he knew prey that was ready to be taken. And this girl was it.

With her nestled in his arms the way she was, her hands on his chest, felt wonderful. And left her in prime position for more. His hands held her ass cheeks firmly now as he pulled her to him again, this time close enough that his hardening cock would touch her stomach through his slacks. The kiss was intimate and passionate as before, soft and wild at the same time. Once the kiss broke, he placed his arm around her waist and started to guide her off the dance floor. It was time to take her someplace darker, more private. Leading her to the back of the club, he pressed her softly yet firmly against the wall, and descended on her mouth once more. This kiss while still intimate was far more. It was filled with heat and desire, the desire born of the intimacy they had shared. Even if it was lust, it wasn't simple lust. It was something far more intense.

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What was happening? Was it a result of the alcohol, Mia couldn't quite find herself wrapping her head around it being just that. He spoke to her so smoothly, so casually as though he knew her story and had heard all these things before. Honestly it was a bit terrifying, but was there some sort of thrill in that? Maybe that's what forced her closer to him, forced her to seek out his warmth and the hazy look in his eyes called to her, told her to stay close to him as he touched her skin and told her his name. "Mia." Came her soft spoken answer, the blush still there on her cheeks as she felt his grip take a fateful squeeze to the soft curve of her rear, gripping her as though he had zero desire to let go of her. Perhaps, she should fall into this, the decision basically made for her by the time she felt his bulge through the leg of his khakis.

This was moving quickly but she knew none of her friends were disapproving, they would have intercepted by now, wouldn't they? That was what friends were for, especially in a club environment, only her mind distanced itself from her friends the moment he kissed her so deeply again. God, she could forget quite a bit with kisses like those. And really, that sounded like the perfect idea, following him after discarding her half filled drink on some table, a sign she was no longer in need of it and wouldn't be coming back for it as she followed Hunter through the bodies of dancing people. Her back was soon flattened against a dark wall, just to the opposite side of a set of speakers, blocked from the flashing lights as she found his mouth back against hers, the older man's tongue filling her mouth warmly to be met by her own, gently tracing against his the taste of the fruity alcohol she had just been drinking.

Without being aware of it, Mia's hands had fallen back to his chest, then up against his shoulders to link her arms around his neck, inhaling softly as she managed to pull him even closer with the intention of feeling him. She wanted to feel him, his body and his bulge.


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In a large city many things can happen, many ordinary and unordinary things can grab the attention of the public every day. Something as small as a man donating a hundred dollars to a homeless woman can be picked up by the media and paraded around as if he was a local hero. This city is simple, nothing special about it... just like any other. But there lives an evil in this world that wishes to take over cities and innocent people that live within them. Not just at this one city but in hundreds and thousands of cities around the globe! These cities were protected in secret by an organization of Magical girls! The way their powers worked was more of a witch like power, needing to draw energy sexually through the dimension these monsters came from. They fought and defended the realm with this sexual energy and everything the monsters did was surrounding sexual energy. If there was no defenders for earth then they would invade and rape everyone within sight. Stealing all of the sexual energy and breeding it for their own dimension. Something that couldn't happen!!

Women usually had much more ability to connect with the sexual energy better than men, hence the Magical Girl... but every one in a billion men were suitable for title as a Magical girl... not that they were called that! they were usually called Wizards, but most Magical girls would call them Magical boys to try and demean them... seeing it as a horrible minority that shouldn't exist. So it was kind of a curse for most of the males who became magical boys, they needed to work extra hard to fight against the majorities oppression and the monsters they were defending the town from.

The next two men who had the task of becoming Magical boys were actually twins! Both of them having the power to access the sexual energy and fight off the evil. They lived together in a dorm room and went to different classes at the same college. Ready and old enough to fight back and accept their responsibilities. Their mom was a Magical girl before them and a rather respected one at that! The two boys were sitting in there dorm when a strange transmission appeared in the main room! A floating head telling them all about their powers and responsibilities.

Both of the boys accepted their destiny and have been working together every since, it has been about two months since they've become Magical boys and their training is finally finished! They have the power to fight off monsters and protect everyone! Kade and Linus are two cute Magical boys, fighting off monsters in their giant city!

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It had all been rather a lot for Kade to take in really. Their mother had been a well known Magical Girl, or at least her magical girl persona had been well known anyway, her 'regular' form was a secret to the world at large so that she could continue to live a normal life after all. If it hadn't been for that then she probably never would've been able to find the time to settle down and have children of her own. When the boys had gotten older she hadn't ever intended to reveal her secret, Magical Girls did have something of a reputation given the things they had to fight and the ways that they had to fight them, but when magical energy had begun to manifest in her twin children she didn't really have much choice but to reveal her own secret in order to help them understand what was happening to them, and what was going to happen.

Kade had at first been rather reluctant to believe her, after all Magical Boys were so rare as to be something of an urban myth, some people outright refused to believe that they even existed at all. But when he and his brother had been in their dorm room one evening, only to be confronted by some floating head, well, it was rather difficult to not accept a reality that was right there in front of you.

The training had been tough, but oddly satisfying. There had always been an odd feeling in Kade and Linus as they had grown up, but finally connecting with their magical abilities was almost like making themselves feel complete, finally understanding what that feeling was and truly understanding themselves. They had learned that there was something slightly different about them during their training though. The magical power that the twins had was actually shared between them, their bond as twins meaning that their powers were linked in a way that had never been seen before. Whilst both of them possessed magical power, only one of them could actually manifest it at a time. Whilst this gave the advantage that the one manifesting it would have all of the magical power of two people rather than just one, it also had the disadvantage that they couldn't fight alongside one another as they had initially hoped. In a dire situation they could share the energy and transform together, but it was something only to be used against the worst of enemies as it would put a strain on both of their bodies that they couldn't handle for too long.

Tonight was the first night of their being on duty, this city was theirs to protect now. And Kade stood holding a magical transformation pen in his hands, clutching at it tightly. They had done this before during training but... this wasn't training. He was getting ready to transform and actually head out into the night, looking for monsters, subduing them using whatever means necessary and protecting the innocent people. "OK Linus..." Kade looked up at his brother slowly. "I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be" He took a deep breath, then slowly held the pen above his head, an almost blinding light shining from it and engulfing his body. His clothes seemed to shimmer and vanish, leaving Kade momentarily naked in front of his brother, a thought which brought an intense blush to his cheeks. The clothes that replaced his original ones only made the blush intensify, the almost skintight outfit of a magical girl, even the skirt, forming over his body, the light fading as he stood there. "Oh wow... that... was a rush" Kade grinned slightly "OK... I'm heading off now Linus. Wish me luck OK?"

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Linus was right there with his brother through the entirety of their training, and he pretty much felt the same way! His brother and him always had a strange bond and connection that he admired but now he knew exactly why! their magical energy was shared between them, that made him overfilled with joy. He seemed to be the more needy twin of the two, loving Kade with all of his heart! He didn't quite get as much out of the training as his brother did, but he was able to harness the magical energy with less effort... it just felt more natural to him for some reason, but he was a weaker fighter overall. Kind of relying on his brother for support, it was a huge disappointment to him when he knew he couldn't fight with his brother and had to do it alone... but he mustered through and still accepted his responsibility.

Seeing his brother off he was there for moral support and this was the first night that they were traveling out to fight monsters! They had a route they needed to patrol whenever there was a possible threat. Linus nodded when his brother started to transform. Seeing his brother turn naked for a split moment made his whole face turn bright red, he wasn't expecting that and he looked away for a moment, trying to hide his face and then giggling like a nervous child looking back at him. Seeing his outfit he giggled again "It looks good on you... I wish you all the luck in the world Kade... I... I hope you don't get hurt" he said before jumping onto his brother with his arms wrapped around his neck. Hugging tight and leaning into this somewhat tender moment. "Please be safe.." he whispered. He let go and then started walking back home, that was all he could really do for his brother... leaving him to his duty now.

Now the streets were his, Kade could wander and walk around. But he was given a special task today by his director. Go to the park and check all of the tree's around in that park, there was a slight possibility that something was hiding in the park. He wasn't sure though, cause the magical energy was so weak in that area and spread out... but it was just a bit too much, now clusters of magic was normal but this one just seemed. Off... he had a bad feeling and this was the reason he was sending out his new magical boy.

The night was dark, no people out... seemed weird... no one was out!! not a single soul, not even a homeless man sleeping on the corner of a street or a crazy junky walking home through the night. That was normal in a large city like this, but... no one, maybe this was the directors doing??? Maybe that was signs of a monster? Not sure, but it made the whole atmosphere that much creepier.

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Kade was nearly knocked off his feet when Linus jumped up and hugged him, but couldn't help but laugh and return the hug, patting his brothers back. "Hey, it's gonna be fine. We've trained for this right? And mom said we had more magical power than she's ever seen so there's nothing we won't be able to handle I'm sure. Though uh... you really think this looks good on me?" Kade glanced down at himself as the hug was broken, still blushing as he dusted down his skirt. "I still can't believe the outfit doesn't ever change... I mean couldn't we have gotten some shorts or something? This skirt is very... breezy" He fidgeted "And the underwear is... uh... well... let's just say it's not exactly designed to be worn by a guy..." His cheeks burned as he glanced away from his brother again, before giving him a grin and a wave as Linus went to head home, Kade turning to head in the other direction.

When he got to the park it didn't take magical senses for Kade to tell that something was... off, something just didn't feel right. As he started to explore a little it began to dawn on him. The park was... silent, still, almost dead. There were no sounds of animals, no sounds of people, nobody out for a midnight stroll and no sounds of homeless people taking shelter. "What's going on here?" Kade moved slowly and carefully through the park, trying to stay on guard. He was beginning to understand why he had been sent here to investigate, something was most definitely wrong here. "What in the world is going on? If it was a monster then I'd expect there to be some signs... but... not a thing. Maybe this is some kind of test? If it is then I really don't like it..."


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The time spent listening to Lee was more or less eye-opening, due to the fact he was so willing to go about taking both of her respective first-time penetrations. On-camera, was only causing the idea to become more attractive as she started to understand the slowly encumbering feeling of the alcohol in her system. Amber didn't make it any easier, as she down one glass quickly before mostly any other words were exchanged. The explanation from Lee to the blonde at the table caused Morgana to blush even harder than before, feeling inadequate to even be apart of the conversation, let alone have it be about her, while she was there. "Oh? That's awesome... having your cherry popped by a living legend is like, one of the best feelings ever. Especially by a guy who knows how to use his manhood. It's like a whole other thing." The woman spoke, as she realized they were already halfway down with the second bottle, as she poured another glass full into one of Morgana's.

The tattooed hybrid watched, and simply snatched the wine from the tabletop in order to indulge in the liquid once more. Mostly to silence herself in possibly saying something stupid, considering she was sitting next to the man whom was undoubtedly already making plans in his head about how he would go about this. Sure, she'd be in capable hands, but the experience, as many others, were said to always be strenuous and painful, regardless of how well prepared one was prior to the shoot. It was a harrowing thought regardless, but the swaying feeling of the warmth in her body and mind started to make her come around.

"W-well... if, if you think it's fine. I, trust you Lee... to do it. But, d-does it really hurt? Or is that just like, a myth or something...?" Morgana would ask worriedly, her brows raised, as the wine slipped her American accent almost completely from her tongue, as her Japanese half made an endearing approach to her speech.

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Lee was beginning to think that this was really going to happen. Sex was a normal part of his life by now, something he needed as much as good or water, but he hadn't been this excited in a long time. The way Amber spoke only helped his case, helping convince Morgana that it was a good idea.

Lee smiled as Morgana's Japanese accent came to the forefront again as she seemed hesitant about the pain. "Look, honestly, it shouldn't be that bad. Even then, it should only hurt for a little while judging by what I've seen you take before on camera. Tell her Amber."

It seemed her own friend would be his best ally in this endeavor. "And if you want, we could do a practice run or two before the cameras roll. Not sure if you want to fuck for the first time on camera or not. Whatever you do want, I want to make sure it's special for you." He said as he reached under the table and guided her hand to his bulge just as the waiter came back to the table. "Oh yes, sir. A bottle of Zinfandel, please. Lady's choice."

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All this convincing was starting to open Morgana's ear as even Amber stepped in to pitch her two cents of wisdom in the manner the blonde always understood. The talk of pain wasn't the most flattering, but she was starting to get what the small hybrid was thinking about. "Yeah, like what Lee says, you've straight bounced on the bigger of toys even I can't think to sit on. And that's saying something." Amber would chime, and let out a small chuckle.

Morgana listened as the waiter came back and asked for their next bottle, to which Lee simply stole her thoughts and ordered her wine of choice. Though she wasn't sure as to how and why after a whole of two months of being twenty-one, that she would have thought to be this drunk in such a short time. "I mean... if, you really want to make this s-special... I guess that's enough for a try..." Morgana's tongue would simply switch in between her known speech, and what she thought to say. Amber was quick on the draw as the waiter returned, to pour the drink for her, and let the short haired beauty sip on the wine instead of guzzling it down like they all had been doing. "Sure, hun, Lee's a good guy. He'll do you right." The blonde laughed at the double-entendre, and gave the older man a look of confidence.

The tattooed woman sighed with relief, as the flush of drunkenness settled in, and allowed her to shrug sluggishly. "I... s-sure. The shoot... filming is Friday, r-right?" She asked, and looked to Lee. She set the glass down, to her amazement, having sipped slowly and still downed about half of the glass before putting it down. The rookie signals were flashing red, from her sexual in experience, to the way she was drinking. Though she was still determined to live the life of the industry, as his words rang in her head. She was made for this.

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Lee chuckled as Amber encouraged Morgana by reminding her of her ability to bounce on massive toys that the blonde could barely handle. It was quite the sight for any Vegas onlooker, three porn stars talking the business and sex without a care for what got out. It was natural, it was life.

"Enough for a try? So you are warming up to me!" The muscular beat exclaimed as he gave her thigh a playful slap beneath the table. It seemed he was going to be the lucky one to pop this young starlet's cherry, possibly her anal cherry too if he was lucky. Their waiter returning with a bottle of Zinfandel only added fuel to the fire, though they all seemed to be slowing in pace.

"Yes, the shoot is Friday, today is Wednesday. So we've got two days to get you warmed up. If you're truly up for a major production." He encouraged her as he finished what would likely be his last glass at this bar. "Want to come back to my suite so we can talk about this in more detail? You're welcome to join too, Amber. Especially if you want to be an amateur camerawoman for a night."

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Morgana was hopelessly open-minded at this point, a more or less interested viewpoint now seeping into her mind just as much as the wine had. She hummed and nodded, before the registration of his hand on her thigh reminded her of where she was. The thought of what was supposed to go on startled hers slightly however, when Amber scooted closed to the both of them as a result of her ow interest being piqued by Lee's offer. "Suuuure... but I won't be like those annoying cameramen on those shoddy sets that won't shut the fuuuuck up." Amber chuckled, and signaled a turning of the key at the corner of her lip, and pantomimed throwing said key away, as she fished through her purse. "Always have a camcorder on me at all times... never know when shit goes down, ya'know?" She showed the both of them, as Morgana stifled out a choked up giggle of her own.

"Well... let's g-get going? Or... F-Friday. It's not Friday yet." The tattooed woman would point out drunkenly, and lean towards Lee. "You think... I'm ready, but.. I am scared. It's, normal... right?" She'd ask for assurance, her knit brows changing from worry, to a curiously drunk flutter of the eyes. "I'll... wait. Prepare at home... because I'm s-scared." Morgana would say aloud, and close her eyes as she felt the washing feeling of the alcohol get the best of her. Amber sensed the potential issue, before sliding the complimentary glass of water that had been set down towards the Japanese hybrid, and encouraged she at least drink it it even herself out. The small counterpart agreed silently and started sipping on the crisp clear liquid to balance whatever had hit her, as well as her own potential inebriation.

"Tell you what... Lee and I will set you up with instructions... t-to help you get ready for the shoot?" Amber spoke, and slurred a little as she gestured to Lee, and back to Morgana. "Seems fair, r-right? I mean... drunken sex isn't always the best, b-believe me..." She finished, almost spilling a glass as she eyed the room to see a few customers uneasily staring at the three of them.

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Lee laughed at Amber's joke about typical adult cameramen that just had to get involved in every scene. "I mean, I don't mind a little play by play, but yeah, I trust you more than the average Joe." He told her as she fished a camcorder out of her bag, always ready for an unscheduled scene.

As things started to become certain though the fact that they were all currently impaired came up, and that was going to be an issue for all parties involved. "You know, you're right. We really should prep you better and go into this sober. But we can help you get prepped. And I think the solo queen should be able to get prepped for me better than anyone else."

"Amber, do you know a good toy store around here? I'm thinking we let Morgan's prep tonight, handle our first go tomorrow, and then handle our film debut together Friday?" He suggested as the waiter returned with their check before Lee dropped his card, ready to pay for the bill.

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The time spent between them was a momentously fun exchange, something that surprised Morgana more than anything else. From meeting the man himself, to suddenly realizing she had signed on for something well within his control. It was a level of shock that she couldn't think to overcome, and hoped secretly that it should be just as pleasant as promised. Aside from the possible pain of being penetrated anally for the first time by an actual person, let alone normally speaking. After all, she hadn't thought of plugging her backside with anything more than an egg, as shown on several of her recent videos out of curiosity, but actually being propositioned by a legend like Lee brought it all around.

Amber hummed aloud as she was asked about the toy store, her eyes inconspicuously rolling in contemplative thought as she shrugged. "I think... uhh, I think there's one on Fremont. I'll, err, go see someone about it. M-meet you back at the hotel in an hour or so...?" She'd explain, and finished with the question as she placed the camcorder back into her bag, just as the waiter came to handle the bill. Morgana blinked a few times before looking onward to her blonde friend, and made sure she got up from the table okay, considering they were all a little drunk to begin with. Something inside the tattooed woman stirred, having now been left alone with Lee for only a minute before she started to silently panic out of embarrassment.

"Uhmm... I, actually, like... took a taxi h-here. Do... d-do you know someone who can take us? My room's suuuuper not ready for company. How about yours? I need to sober up, I-I think..." Morgana spoke through the slurring accent of hers, as she leaned over and rested her face against Lee's shoulder for stability, and attempted to stand from her own seat. I wasn't until the tried and true lesson of being drunk, that being the ultimate inebriation kicking in once the blood started flowing, hit her. She stumbled a little, ass-first into the table behind them, where a couple of people noticed and voiced their concerns before the waiter took the scene in. She wasn't trying to draw attention, but her loud-ish protests and apologizing started to make people aware of her presence now.

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When Morgana stumbled into the table behind them Lee was quick to pull her back up. She was still young and alcohol obviously had a stronger effect on her than it did him. "I'm sorry, folks, my friend isn't used to this." He said as he held her up and went to his wallet, handing them a $100 bill for the trouble.

With that taken care if he led Morgana outside and hailed a cab. "Let's go back to my hotel room for a bit and let you sober up. This is my bad, I didn't realize it would hit you so hard."

A few minutes later they were climbing into the back of a cab together, Amber having gone her separate way. "To The Palazzo." He let the man know as he and Morgana shared the backseat, wrapping his large arm around her and letting her lean into him.