[User]
Thomas averted his eyes, for certain this time, then nudged her. "Step through." he said, placing her clothing in the other item.

When she finally did, she would be stunned at the scene that greeted her. The room was expansive, a massive entry room. It was beautiful---gold and marble and stone, immaculately kept, the air warm enough that she would feel no chill even dressed as she was. Her items appeared beside her, flumping to the floor. Still---it wasn't so much a home or a manor as it was a palace.

[Assistant] She was so startled by the splendor around her it took her several moments to remember to grab her clothing and move out of the way for Thomas. Lydia was just doing up the buttons on the robe when he came through and she spun away quickly becoming very interested in the wall. Her own curiosity got the better of her however and she did sneak one glance before turning away blushing. "Thomas this place is incredible." She murmured wandering about the room staring in awe.

[User] "Thank you." Thomas said. He was... he might remind her of certain greek statues, though exceptionally better gifted in... certain areas. He was tanned all over, as he slid on his clothing and robes. "The bath's upstairs, first on the right. Your room is the second on the right, mine the first on the left." he said. "I suggest sleeping in the altogether, the sheets are fantastic." he said with a smile.

[Assistant] Lydia nodded silently and wondered if she would ever stop burning at the slightest things. "If you don't mind I will take a bath... running for your life kind of does the body in." She said with a little laugh, the first laugh she had since falling into the basement. "What will I do about clothing, I'd rather not be... ya know... all the time." She said grinning a little sheepishly. "I have no belongings here. Oh my god... I don't have any money here." The thought just occurred to her. "I have no way to pay for lodgings, or clothing or anything I might need." She wasn't really sure why this hadn't occurred to her before but now she felt horrible about it, she didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality however peculiar it might be.

[User] "You're earning your keep as apprentice. Though..." Thomas thought for a moment. "Ah, nevermind that. You've had enough embarrassment today. Enjoy your bath, I will fabricate some new clothes for you in the meanwhile."

[Assistant] Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" She asked, her eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. "What could possibly be more embarrassing then the rest of my day." She teased with a wry smile. "Unless you were implying I could pay with..." She trailed off staring at him. "That wasn't what you were implying was it?" She inquired with a deceptively innocent expression.

[User] "No, it wasn't." Thomas said. "I was going to ask you to live here a few days in a different lifestyle, so as to inure yourself against further embarrassment. But..." he shrugged. "It seems too much."

[Assistant]
Now Lydia felt completely foolish. "Oh... well... maybe we could talk about it again later." Lydia muttered looking away. "I'm going for that bath now." She announced suddenly speeding away upstairs. She followed his directions and took the first door on the left and found herself in an enormous bathroom. The bath itself took up most of the room, it was big enough for several people at once. It was round and sunken into the floor with beautiful tiles set around the edge in stunning colors. Another wall had a massive shower stall with walls of stone that looked like they had been cut right out of a mountain. The water came from a shower head that was situated directly over the center of the large stall.

The toilet had its own little private room with a sink and vanity inside there. It was every girl's dream to have a bathroom like this... at least it was hers. The tub was already filled with bubbling water, much like a hot tub so she assumed it was best to shower first. Stripping off the robe and her clothing she hoped into the shower and rinsed off quickly before padding over to the tub, water dripping down her skin onto the floor. Sitting on the edge of the sunken bath she slowly slid in until she was submerged to the neck and let out a blissful sigh.

After some time, Lydia pushed herself out of the water and used one of the lush red towels to dry off. She had to smile at the clothing Thomas had assembled it was much more posh then she was accustomed to. The blouse was short sleeved and cream colored with a ladies cut to it. It buttoned up the front to the neck but she left the top three buttons undone finding it too uncomfortable all the way up. The pants were deep red with a high waist that fit snug around her middle and hips. The legs were loose and flowing giving them the appearance of a skirt when she was standing still. The robe was similar to the one she burrowed but fit much better. It was the same red as the pants with gold trim and simple embroidery up the sleeves and hem. She left the buttons undone for now liking the way it swirled around her. She poked around in one of the bathroom cupboards until she discovered a brush. Fixing up her mess of curls so they were pulled loosely away from her face she left the bathroom feeling refreshed.

As she wandered the halls she quickly became lost. The place was huge, halls and doors seemingly placed at random. She had already forgotten what he had said about her room and wasn't sure how to call the butler back. As she walked she became distracted by the beautiful paintings on the wall often stopping and staring at them for several long minutes. Some were of people, some of exotic scenery and some of creatures that were only legends in her own world.

[User] "Loose clothing is a good look for you." Thomas said with a smile. "You make old memories race again." he spoke from behind her, standing off to one side as they looked at a rather enticing painting of a young lady. "So, how are you feeling now?"

[Assistant] Lydia tried not to jump when he spoke behind her. "I feel much better thanks. Still a lot to take in though." She said turning around to look at him. "Who is this lady?" She questioned pointing to the painting. Something about it pulled at her, despite being a rather risque image the woman's face was so sad it made her heartache.

[User] "She is... an example." Thomas said. "Miss Rachel. A young lady with Succubus blood. She... attempted to expose the world to magic. It did not end well. Salem was never quite the same after that. Have you been there? Many who have been can feel it, even mortals. There is something off about it, something not right... am I correct?"

[Assistant] Lydia frowned in thought at the image. An example sounded awfully ominous to her. "I have been there, for research of course and yes it does have a peculiar feel. Did you know though... that it feels completely different for men then women." She mused still looking at the painting. "My Grandmother was from Salem, it was one of the first places I started my research for obvious reasons. I wanted to learn more about our history as well as the legends that surrounded the area. I didn't actually learn much though. The people of Salem were a fairly closed mouth lot to outsiders."

[User] "Only natural. The land's ley lines were destroyed. It doesn't have energies most places do. So it feels... isolated, unique, oddly dead." he sighed. "I met her, once. Such a bright mind and beautiful heart. A shame they stole both from her, before it was all over. Damned dragons."

[Assistant] His last comment sent her minding spinning in about ten different directions and spawned a hundred questions. "You keep mentioning dragons? I understand you world is magical but you don't mean to tell me they still exist today?" She asked. "And aren't dragons solitary creatures that dwell in caves and mountains?" Her onslaught of questions was interrupted by a soft grumble from her stomach that made her eyes widen in surprise. "Wow... sorry... I don't remember when I ate last, before I left town yesterday morning." She blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile.

[User] "I'll get you something. But first I MUST tell you: Dragons are in charge. They own nations. They play with humans. They are uncaring, vile, monstrous things that keep the unnatural in order by threat of force alone. Do not truck with dragons,m do not trust dragons, do not anger them."

[Assistant] The seriousness of his words made her eyes widen and she nodded. "I'm not likely to run into them when I am with you though right?" Lydia said with a small smile, though she immediately stilled her expression. "I promise to be careful though." One of the previous paintings now made much more sense, a dragon on a throne of bones. She shivered slightly and rubbed her arms through the robe. "How did they come to rule the magical world?" She asked solemnly.

[User] "A dragon is... well. Humans are smart. Dragons are magical. They are the dominant species here." he sighed, "But so long as you do not anger them, you've little to worry on." he said, leading her to the kitchen. It smelled amazing. "So. What do you like, meat or vegetables?"

[Assistant] The switch in conversation almost made her stumble. He had been warning her of the dangers of dragons and suddenly was asking her dinner preferences. Dealing with Thomas was proving to be an interesting experience. "I'm not overly picky." She said her mouth watering at the smell from the kitchens. As they entered the room she gazed around once again blown away by the splendor. Each room in his so called manor was more awe inspiring then the last. She was so distracted she bumped into his back with a muffled thud. "Sorry!" She mumbled looking at the floor.

[User] Thomas smiled. "Don't worry about it." he said, hand on her shoulder. Pleasure ran from his hand to her body, and his hand shot back as if touching a fire. "Damnation! My apologies, it seems that my power has stuck." he grumbled. "One moment." he said, shaking his hand---and something blue shot off, arcing onto an apple. "Don't eat that." he said, "It will force you to orgasm."

[Assistant] Lydia froze in surprise when she felt his hand on her shoulder. A lightening quick lance of pleasure surged through her body making goosebumps rise on her skin. She stood very still trying to get her racing heart back under control as he removed his hand, the sudden loss of the contact was almost as staggering as the original jolt. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut taking a deep calming breath and she vaguely heard him say something about not eating something. She nodded absently opening her eyes again. "What... was that?" She asked her expression guarded.

[User] "That would be pure mana." Thomas said. "Sending it improperly insulated and without intent results in something different for every person. Same with eating it." he said, looking around. He wasn't sure where it'd landed.

[Assistant] "I see." Lydia said quietly. "A little warning would be nice next time." She grumbled wandering deeper into the kitchen. "What did you tell me not to eat, I didn't catch it the first time." She asked him watching a cook peeling and chopping apples for what looked like a cobbler.

[User] "I... wasn't sure. I hoped you caught it." Thomas said, then sighed. "Oh well. I hope the reaction wasn't unpleasant." he said, as he went on, looking around.

[Assistant]
Lydia turned her emerald eyes on him with a coy smile but didn't respond. "Can I help?" She suddenly asked the cook who was working away. The woman looked startled that she had been addressed and after casting a quick look at Thomas she nodded. "I suppose so m'lady." Lydia made a face at the title. "I'm no lady." She said tartly picking up a knife and expertly peeling the skin of an apple. "I used to bake with my Grandmother." She told the woman with an inward smile. "It brings up good memories, I hope I'm not intruding." The cook tittered happily a broad smile on her face. "Not at all dear." The woman said chopping up more of the peeled fruit.

Lydia grinned over at Thomas, it was smile filled with delight at happy memories and a familiar task. After the fruit was peeled she picked up a stray skin and munched on it watching the cook assemble the cobbler to go in the oven.


[User]
His species was doomed. Doomed to slowly fade away as the entire male population would grow old, wither, and die. Ages ago, there was a savage civil war between the sexes of his race. It was a stupid, pointless affair in hindsight even as he remember it feeling so justified when it occurred. Maro was the leader of his people. He was the Warlord that won that great victory. It was in self-defense, he said. The people, or what was left of it, rejoiced. But now he was in his ship, orbiting a planet with the only compatible species in the galaxy as far as he knew. He didn't have the time nor the inclination to look any further though. They would have to do.

And at random, he descended the sleek and invisible craft into the atmosphere of Earth. Using the advanced technologies at his disposal, he scanned the surface for suitable mates. He found a few good candidates, but selected one that was the closest. He didn't want to delay this any longer than he had to. The devices he used might as well have been confused with magic, for one moment Faye was laying on her back with a hand draping over her body, and the next, she found herself in a dark metal room.

The ceiling reached 4 meters tall, and it was about twice the length one wall to the other. There where nothing in this room save for a cool and smooth surface, even the blanket she lay on was gone. The only thing she had with her was the clothes on her body. There was a dim light shining from the corners of the room, but that hardly would have been reassuring, but that was the only thing from giving the impression that Faye had suddenly disappeared into complete darkness. And the moment she realized she wasn't in her backyard, the alien ship was already leaving orbit.

[Assistant]
At first Faye believed she had fallen asleep while watching the stars in the sky, She ended up in the dark... One of her biggest fears and panic was the first thing that came to her as she turned onto her stomach and looked around the dark room. The metal floor cold against her thin purple tank top and her bare legs which were not covered by her short shorts. "H-hello?" She called out and looked around through the dark room, seeing the glowing lights in each corner of the room.

Slowly she moved to her knees and ran her shaky finger's through her bright blond hair which ended a few inches below her breasts. The fear in her blue gray eyes wasn't only for being in the dark... but she also knew she wasn't dreaming... If she were she wouldn't be hearing her heart beating so loudly in her ears. Slowly the girl moved to her feet and began to move towards the walls, running her finger's along the smooth surface to try and find something to get her out, When she felt the thin grooves of a door she tried to pull on it but there was no knob to pull on. "LET ME OUT!!" She cried out as she banged on the wall and looked around.

[User]
Maro observed her through a small, practically invisible camera. He saw her banging on the door, how she screamed. She was obviously frightened but... His mind was preoccupied. He had been without female companionship for so long that when he saw her body move, her naked skin, and her moist lips open and close in her screams, his mind wandered. At the moment, he was in a humanoid shape. After he was done letting his mind wander to the deed that needed to be done, his grayish skin shifted color. He slowly turned to a darkish blue, and his features changed to look human. Defined muscles, skin, facial features and hair came into being. The hair itself was long and black, and his features where that of a muscular man but not overly muscular, and his face had masculine qualities but it was worn with a friendly expression.

He wandered to the room, and within a minute or two the door she found herself banging hissed. It was a loud noise, and it took several seconds for it to open. And when it did, Faye would see a 7 foot tall, blue skinned, black haired male. Completely naked. His package would have been in level with her stomach, and while it was limp and not roused, it was still more sizable than any normal man would be.

"Do not be alarmed, human female." His voice was smooth and deep, it vibrated off the walls of her cell. "I am not here to harm you." He even raised a hand in a friendly gesture, showing the woman the palm of his hand. Clearly, he came to her unarmed.

[Assistant]
The Hissing noise the door had made caused Faye to squeak out in shock and stumble backwards before watching it open. And then the light from the other room illuminated the tall silhouette of a male figure. When her blue eyes adjusted she was staring at the large member of the blue man that stood in front of her. With a squeak she turned her eyes away and covered her face with her hands. "Shit man... Come on... What are you Doctor Manhattan? Put some fucking clothes on!" She shouted out and shook her head and glanced towards him a moment and frowned.

When he spoke his voice sent shivers down the girls spine and she shook her head again and looked to him. "You didn't kidnap me to harm me?!?! Then where the hell am I?!" She looked around the dark room and then shot forward, hoping to sneak out the crack between his bare leg and the door. Perhaps if she got out of this room... his basement? she'd be able to get upstairs and scream for help.

[User]
Maro's head slowly tilted as he tried to analyze her comment. He did not spend his time going through the initial reconnaissance of this planet and the culture of the dominant species. The only thing he really focused on was some biology, and the languages. "You misunderstand, I am-"

And then she moved. His eyelids shot wide open, and his long arm moved much faster than it had any right to do, and his hand clasped firmly around one of her arms. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but it was enough to let her know that he was considerably strong. Much stronger than she was. "Calm yourself, female!" The old animosity between the genders flared up again. It was a bad habit, and he did what he could to calm himself down. His grip on her remained. "I did not kidnap you."

[Assistant]
There was a 50-50 chance that Faye would be able to escape from her captures basement alive, However when His cold hand gripped her arm it tugged Faye backwards a bit to turn her head up to look at the seven foot tall man, She was only Five foot two inches... She felt like a child compared to this man... was he a basketball player? a reversed dwarf? When he growled out at her to calm herself she stumbled backwards a bit and her blue eyes narrowed a great deal. "You Didn't kidnap me?" She snorted and looked around. " Oh then What did you do, Put me in solitary confinement... am I going to be put into a zoo..." She joked and laughed loudly before she pulled her arm free from his hand and moved back into the metal room.

The fear was beginning to die down and get replaced with anger... why did this naked man kidnap her? How did he kidnap her? There was no way he could have gotten her here from where she was without her noticing. Letting out a grumble of swear words she turned her attention back to the man and pointed at him with stern eyes. "B T Dubs... The Blue man group was so 1987..." She narrowed her eyes at the blue man for a moment before crossing her arms " If you didn't kidnap me then let me go..."

[User]
It dawned to Maro that she wouldn't be convinced of anything he had to say unless he gave her proof that this wasn't a simple case of abduction. He slowly smiled to himself at that thought, when he realized the contradiction. Then his lips slowly parted, and he let out this inhuman sound. It was low, almost like a whisper, but he used his alien language to command the until now unnoticed viewing screen behind Faye's back to come into life. That noise was like a computerized rattle, and it would have been impossible for her to recreate it.

But then, he gestured to it. A rectangular screen came to life, and there she could see the scene of Earth. The sun glimmered against the edge as it slowly disappeared behind the planet.

[Assistant] The strange inhuman sound coming from the stranger's mouth made Faye's eyes widen as she stumbled away from him and turned her head towards the hissing sound that came from behind her. When she saw the window appear the girl's knees collapsed underneath her and she crawled over towards the window to watch the milky way disappear. "W... what?" She gasped out when he spoke of helping him save his species, Her eyes turned towards him before she pushed herself to her feet, however she felt her entire body shutter before her eyes rolled shut and her entire form went falling to the hard metal floor.


[User]
It was a nice and peaceful day in Cairo as usual everyone from the villages was working hard, after all the Pharaoh was not a nice guy and he forced everyone to work if they wanted to keep their land. Menes was able to rule his people with an iron fist through fear and that seemed to be working well and helping in the rise of the economy as well as everyone was working hard. Also Menes was known to abuse his powers and do whatever he wanted to do and today he was present in a small village as he decided to choose one of the maidens living there to serve him in the palace.

Menes looked carefully with a disappointed face at all the girls that were present in front of him. They were all well prepared and dressed to please him but non of them was to his liking.

"Well my dear minister I hope you find me a perfect girl today because if you did not you will most likely be losing your head" Menes said in a low voice to his minister who seemed to be getting tensed and scared.

[Assistant]
Kissa had started her work day earlier then usual so she could finish and go fishing for the family meal that night. She wanted it to be special, today was the anniversary of her sister Ai's birth and they could not gather enough coin to give her gifts. Thankfully Kissa had managed to gather a small basket of medium sized fish and a basket of berries. Tonight they would have a wonderful feast. Looking up at the sky she searched out Ra seeing where he was and calculating how long she would have to cook the fish and make the rest of the night wonderful.

Smiling she wiped a bit of sweat off her face which was covered in traces of dirt. Even with the dirt on her face she was still a shining beauty. Her long black hair was pulled to one side and braided a few tendrils of curls floated by her face. her voluptuous figure was covered in a ragged tanned dress and her grubby feet were bare. Just an average peasant.

Walking into the village Kissa was stunned to see no one at work, everyone was standing in the middle of town talking excitedly and she couldn't see any other female. A surge of fear went threw her body as she quickly ran to their hut and went to search out her family. Not paying attention to anything other then finding her family she walked past the pharaoh without noticing him. Chewing on her lip she found her sister and scooped her up making the young girl burst into giggles. Finally she turned and spotted the other girls in the town noticing each was cleaned and dressed in their best dresses some even wearing the scarce jewelry. What was going on?

[User]
It was then when the Pharaoh saw a girl to his liking. She was a peasant but she was beautiful and she completely did turn the Pharaoh on. She was just the type of girl that he was looking for and well it seemed that the minister was going to survive it this time. It was a close one but of course the minister was most likely going to thank the gods every day for allowing him to survive this time.

"Hey you there!!!! What is your name woman introduce yourself" He addressed her as he waited for her to step on and present herself to him. After all, lower peasants and all commoners were always expected to show respect to the Pharaoh whenever he addressed them or else they were most likely going to get killed.

[Assistant]
Kissa bent down and set her little sister down putting a hand on her head as her mother spoke, "The pharaoh is here to select a new slave." She said looking at all the women dazzled up then at her daughter. She prayed the pharaoh wouldn't see her, he would be offended if he saw her as grubby as she was. Sighing she grabbed her daughter and rubbed the dirt from her face and un-braided her hair sending it in waves down her back, "Mother, stop please." She said urgently then laughed. making her eyes light up.

The voice behind them made Kissa jump and turn. Looking up at the tall man she bowed low, "your highness." She muttered in upmost respect. Standing again she bent down to pick up AI once again and held her tight, what did he want with her?

[User]
The Pharaoh looked at the young lady closely as he checked her up closely and enjoyed every bit of her beautiful figure. It was then when he decided to make his decision quick and firm.

"Well woman from now and on you will serve in my palace as my new servant, You will be able to see your family once every week and you will stay and live in my palace from now on" He said as he nodded to his guards who quickly went to escort her. He then turned around and headed back to the palace with the rest of the guards. He was not sure if she found great honor in serving him or not but it was actually not like she had a chance in it anyway. He was the Pharaoh after all and he was an evil one.

[Assistant]
Kissa gasped and turned looking frantic, he was taking her? Away form her family? She bent down and scooped up her sister holding her close for a moment and kissing her head. Once a week to spend time with her family? How cruel. She didn't want this, obviously the other girls did. Why couldn't he choose one of them? Hugging both her parents she turned and looked at the guards who were now taking her arms and pulling her away.

Looking about she saw the other girls, some her friends looking at her with disappointment. Why had he chosen her of them?

[User]
It wasn't so long before the Pharaoh made it back to his palace and made his way to the dining room which was full of decorations from different places. After all, the Pharaoh was used to receiving gifts from a lot of messengers from different places over the world. Of course the table was full of all kind of food that would not be found anywhere else across Egypt.

"prepare the new girl to attend dinner with me, make sure that she is cleaned and dressed well before you bring her here" He said to one of his female servants as he waited for them to get the girl ready for him.

[Assistant]
Kissa ran her fingers nervously threw her long black hair as the women walked up to her and grabbed her practically dragging her away from the room and into another, "Strip her!" One of the women said, she was heavy set and obviously in charge because once the order was made the other two swarmed her ripping off her clothing. Kissa let out a startled scream as she struggled to keep her dress which was quickly thrown in the fire before she was picked up and dropped in a tub filled with warm water.

Sputtering Kissa brushed the water from her eyes and glared at the women. The one in charge pointed to the skinnier women, "Find her clothing." She said before grabbing a cake of soap and starting to painfully scrub Kissa's tresses with it digging into her scalp and pulling her hair until it was knotted and covered in soap. A bucket of water was then dumped over her head until the soap was clean. The rest of her body was washed with the same uncaring harsh treatment until she was yanked from the tub and wrapped in a towel.

The women continued to prep her by brushing her long hair and putting it in braids at each end was a small teal bead to keep the hair in place. Her face was moisturized and she was forced to wear make up before they put her in a beautiful brown and teal dress. Finally done the women nodded, "His master shall be pleased." She said and dragged Kissa to the dining room.


[User]
The hitchhiking business seemed a lot easier in the movies: the leading lady would show a little leg or expose a little cleavage and she'd be guaranteed a ride. Not so for Nina. She'd been at it since that morning, and now it was nearing midday. The sunlight lashed every part of her until it felt like her very blood was boiling.

But she staunchly refused to give up, if only because she had no other option but to hitchhike. The nearest town was no less than a hundred miles away, and the day would only be growing hotter. Flipping her sweat-tangled black hair over her shoulder, Nina determinedly stuck out her thumb just in time for another car to appear in the far distance, coming right for her.

[Assistant]
Kori wasn't having a very nice day. Her drive home on that hot day was a lonely one, following a weekend spent up north trying to get her former girlfriend to come back, only to have a door slammed in her face (and to have a shotgun pulled on her). She was depressed, and a bit hungover---the cigarette she had in her mouth helped a bit.

As she drove along that desert highway, something also made her feel a bit better---the sight of some pretty young thing on the side of the road, holding her thumb out. A hitchhiker, obviously---a darn pretty one.

Kori didn't think twice---she was going to pick her up. She tossed her cigarette out the window, not wanting to be rude by smoking with a lady in the car, and glanced at herself in the rear-view window. Then, she pulled her old, unkempt pick-up over, right beside where she stood.

The windows were already down. She looked at the young woman, and smiled. "Need a ride, sweetheart?" She said. She spoke with a Southern accent. Not an incredibly thick one, to where it took a moment to understand her---just enough so that you could tell she was from the Deep South, if the Confederate flag on her loose, sleeveless shirt (with no bra underneath---she never wore those darn things), or the monochrome stars-and-bars tattooed on the upper portion of her right arm didn't give it away.

[User]
Nina beamed at her savior and nodded in the affirmative. She then gathered up her desert-dust-coated luggage and tossed it all into the creaky bed of the truck before hopping into the passenger seat. She was happy enough to do cartwheels. "Thank you so much!" she gushed, brushing her dark hair away from her face and shooting Kori another bright grin. "Another hour out in the sun and my brain would've been fried like an egg."

Nina cozied up to the air conditioner and hummed with pleasure as the cool air chased the prickly heat out of her skin, which was very fair considering the sort of environment she'd been stranded in. It was obvious that Nina was not native to this part of the country.

She was a northerner, through and through, with the kind of effortless outward sophistication that belied a very friendly personality. Tall (though not as tall as Kori) and well-proportioned, today Nina seemed to dress for style and comfort; clad in a gingham halter top, tiny denim shorts and white slip-on shoes. She had a few small pieces of jewelry on her person---gold hoop earrings and a stack of matching bracelets on her left wrist---and no visible tattoos.

She leaned in to admire Kori's, mouth shaped into an 'o'. "That's cool," she said, indicating the stars-and-bars.

[Assistant]
Kori's grin returned as the girl got in the passenger seat of her truck. She had such a pretty smile, and such a pretty body. She wasn't like a lot of the girls she encountered in Vegas---she was like the girls she knew back home. Though, it was apparent to her that the girl wasn't Southern.

"I'm glad ya like it," She said, as the girl gawked at her tattoo. She had far more on her left arm, and one on the back of her neck ("Fuck You" in bold letters). She had many that weren't quite visible, as well.

She started the truck. Facing the road, she glanced at her out of the periphery of her vision. "So, where ya headed? ," She asked. She then remembered her manners---she turned her head to the girl, and reached her left hand out. "Oh---I'm Kori, by the way."

[User]
Nina settled contentedly into her seat as the truck rumbled along the long stretch of Nevada nothingness. There was little to see save the desert in front of, behind and all around them, the sand appearing as fine as powder.

"Nina," she replied, giving Kori's hand a cordial shake. "Actually, my real name's Natasha, but I've been called Nina for as long as I can remember; and I'm headed to Vegas!"

At least, that was the plan before her girl friend unexpectedly bailed out on her, taking the car and the bulk of Nina's belongings with her, cellphone included. The last time she spoke to her parents was two days ago on a payphone. She paid for the call with the scant few quarters she had left jangling in her pocket. All told, she had less than two hundred dollars to her name. Once she got to Vegas, she hoped it would be enough money for a return bus trip to her hometown. "Is that where you're going?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head.

[Assistant]
The fact that she was going to Vegas was good. She really didn't know if she'd be willing to go off her path to drop the girl off somewhere. She was pretty though---and she was always raised to be gentlemanly to pretty young ladies, even though she herself was female. "Heh," She said, "That's where I'm goin'---I live there."

She started to drive the car again, getting it back on the road. The road was quite unkempt, being a road in the middle of the desert, and that, combined with Kori's unkempt truck, created a bit of a bumpy ride. Kori didn't mind it---it gave her something to look at sometimes, depending on what kind of passenger she had.

"Sorry," She commented, glancing at her, "Even I can't fix this thing." She smiled, and went on, "So---what're you gonna do in Vegas? I don't take it you're old enough to get into the casinos."

[User]
Kori was possibly getting an eyeful, then, as each bump the truck hit caused Nina---and her two most noticeable assets aside from her striking blue eyes---to bounce. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to keep her breasts still. Not because she thought she was being ogled, but because it was embarrassing and a little bit painful. But she didn't complain, nor did she ask Kori to slow down. This was what road-tripping-cum-hitchhiking was about, after all: dealing with the bumps.

"I'm only nineteen," Nina admitted somewhat sheepishly. "But I don't care about gambling. I just really wanted to see the sights, like the Luxor and the water fountain in front of the Bellagio. I wanted to do something exciting and Vegas seemed like it fit the bill." A beat. "Do you like living there?"

[Assistant]
Kori was twenty-eight---nine years older than Nina. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see her passenger's lovely chest bounce in the periphere of her vision. They looked pretty decently-sized---bigger than her ex-girlfriend's---and of course, Kori was thinking of how to get the teenage sweetheart's top off.

"Ehh---it's okay I s'pose," She said, "Too fuckin' dry though, and too many‒" She stopped herself before she said something offensive. She laughed dryly, and said, "So, where you from?"

[User] Nina came very close to lying, suppressing the desire to impress a woman she had known less than five minutes. She just didn't want to come off like a sheltered girl from a quaint fishing town---the kind of quaint fishing town that mostly existed in Norman Rockwell paintings. Not that Nina didn't love where she grew up, but---"Maine."---sounded so bland compared to Las Vegas.

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She laughed for a moment. "So y'all 'r a Northerner," She said, smiling. "Well, in case ya couldn't tell---I'm from the South, Kentucky specific'ly."

She smiled at her, and focused on the road again. But as she did that, she reached over and placed a hand on one of Nina's creamy-white legs. "Y'know," She said, not turning her head, "Vegas isn't really the kind 'a place for a pretty girl like you to be walkin' around alone. Lots 'a creeps hangin around. You should stick with me while you're here---I've got a couch you can sleep on."

She didn't mention that she lived in her tattoo parlor. Not that it was a secret or anything---she just neglected to mention it.

She loved the feeling of Nina's skin, under her hand. So soft -- and she didn't avoid moving her hand back and forth on the girl's thigh, thus making the situation a little creepy. Though, Kori wondered if the fact that she was female still precluded any creepiness.


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Doug only smiled when she fell on the floor, and still when he pushed her back down when she tried to stand up. He was pretty surprised at how little she wore underneath the robe. At her words, he shook his head.

"No. I told you to apologize to your master, which is how you'll refer to me from now on, unless other people are around." He said. "Try it again. And this time, make me try and believe you're sincere. I don't care if you are sincere, or if you hate my guts, but every time I order you to do something, you'll do it as if it's the most important task in the world, and you're lucky to be allowed to do so."

[Assistant] Upon hearing Doug's orders Jamie sighed and did her best not to roll her eyes. Instead, she focused on glaring at his knees, which were pretty close to her line of vision. Jamie dug into herself and thought of the most pleasant sounding voice she could muster, that was not abrasive and bossy. Clearing her throat, Jamie settled back on her knees and looked up at Doug who simply looked at her. "My master, can you please forgive me sir?" Internally, Jamie was smacking herself across the face, but outwardly, Jamie let her eyes grow wide and her lips frown. She was trying only her best to sound sincere as she sat in the middle of her kitchen buck naked and slightly chilly.

[User] Doug had to praise Jamie's acting ability. She did rather well at it. He crossed his arms, as he said "Perhaps if you show me where you keep your sex toys, Jamie, I will. Because I know you have them. Or, if not, you can go back to your office, clad the way you are now, and empty the closet there. Your choice." He was rather certain she had been lying before. Still, if she didn't, he wondered if he could make himself pull through with it. He'd probably stop her once she was about a block away, he guessed. "Oh, and you may be tempted to clean the orange juice you dropped off your body, but don't even attempt it."

[Assistant] Jamie closed her eyes, angry. However, secretly she was happy he did not catch her slip from earlier. "I'll show you the room if you'd let me get up... sir." She added the last part afraid he would push or spank her again. She was still sore from yesterday. "And this orange juice is getting very sticky. May I please clean up, master?" Jamie lowered her gaze to his shoes now, ashamed she was asking her secretary these questions. Just yesterday, she had him handcuffed and begging for release. Now he had her on the floor, in a mess, begging to be cleaned up. Jamie's frown deepened at the thought.

[User] Doug nodded. "You're allowed to get up." He said. When she asked to clean herself up, he smiled. Apparently she thought he had meant 'not unless she asked' instead of 'not at all'. "No. You dropped it, you can clean it off on your own time. Either that, or when it starts annoying me. Now, get up, or I'll make you crawl there." he continued. He didn't push her as she stood up. When she walked towards wherever she had her sex toy closet, he took a look around the house. Much better than his own apartment. Maybe he'd stay here for the three months she had until he'd stop blackmailing her.

[Assistant] Jamie got up off the kitchen floor, knees sore from the hard tile she sat on. She proceeded to walk to her bedroom through the hallway and scratched at a piece of dried orange juice on her arm. Opening the door, she entered and walked over to her closet. It was a walk in closet, big enough to fit a bed inside. However, instead of a shoe collection, Jamie had a sex toy collection. Furry handcuffs, riding crops, paddles, vibrators, eggs, anal plugs, mouth gags and other assorted items lined one side of the wall on shelves. Jamie waived a hand to the shelves, face blushing. She had no idea why she was ashamed to show him the things in this closet rather than the ones at work.

[User] Doug smiled as he looked through the closet. "How often have you been on the receiving end of these?" He asked her, talking about all the toys in general, not just any particular ones. He already made plans for the eggs and plugs to be used at work, but currently he started with taking a pair of handcuffs. "Give me your hands." He said, snapping one of the manacles around her hand, before pulling her to the bed, and tying her to one of the bed legs, having her need to either keep her ass up high in the air, the position he forced her into, or to sit down. "Don't move unless I help you do so." He said, making her push her ass up until it was at a rather uncomfortable height for her, but perfect for what he had been planning. He pulled her legs apart, then went into the closet. "Give me a number between 10 and 50." He said.

[Assistant] Jamie heard Doug ask her about how many times she'd been on the receiving end of the toys, she looked at him confused, not entirely sure what he meant. She really only ever used the nipple clamps and vibrator on herself. However, the other items were for her ex-boyfriend. He loved being the submissive in the bedroom, even though he was highly looked upon in the medical field. Jamie snapped out of her thoughts when Doug placed a handcuff on her hand. Dragging her to the bed, she struggled at first but then let him cuff her hand to one of the bedposts. He forced her on all fours with her legs apart, ass in the air. After he told her to pick a number, Jamie closed her eyes and bit her lips. "Forty?"

[User] Doug was annoyed at the fact that she didn't answer his question. He took out a riding crop and said. "Alright. Even, so riding crop, and 40, so 20 on each side. Plus 5 in the middle, because you didn't answer my question. Now, listen up well, since this is important. I'm going to hit you with this riding crop, and every time I hit you, you're going to ask me to to do the rest. So, for instance, after the first on your right side, you'd say 'please spank my right buttcheek 19 more times, master.'. Feel free to variate a little, though. Also, every time you lose count, I'm going to make you have to start over, understood?" He asked her, before letting the riding crop come down on her left asscheek.

[Assistant] After the first swat on her left butt cheek, Jamie gasped. "You didn't give me a chance to answer you sir! I was still thinking---" And another swat to her left butt cheek stopped her sentence. She kept quiet then fearing that he was starting over. Her ass already felt sore enough. "19 left. Master, please spank my other cheek," Jamie said almost too quietly. However, she was loud enough to be heard. Her head was bent downwards, facing away from Doug---so he would not see her red-hot face.

[User] "Then answer me more quickly next time." Doug said. He was almost tempted to repeat for her taking so long, but decided against it. He wanted her to learn that obeying him didn't make it any worse than it would be. He continued spanking her, sometimes listening to which place she asked him to spank, sometimes not. After the 8th time he spanked her, he hit her cunt with it for the first time. the next two times he did the same, but, as he knew she was likely bracing herself the fourth time, he gave her another slap on her ass, first, before doing the one on her cunt in quick succession, hoping to bring her off-count.

[Assistant] Jamie kept up with the count, focusing on the numbers. It is what kept her from screaming in frustration. Then Doug swat her snatch four quick times, Jamie squealed. She could not believe how painful and pleasing it felt. She was going to brace herself for the fifth one, but he swatted her butt cheek instead. Then he hit her cunt again, Jamie squealed again, her pussy starting to drip with sweat and pre-cum. Jamie's ass shivered and burned at the same time. "Master! Please, spank my right cheek," Jamie was actually sounding like a person in need now. The pleading in her voice was loud and clear.

[User] Doug smiled, liking the sight of Jamie quivering like this, her pussy burning, but dripping at the same time. He moved his hand over, and ran the crop over her lower lips. "How many do you have left?" He asked her, "How many in total?" he waited for her to answer, not showing her anything about whether she was right or not. "and, I want a quick answer now, how many of the toys have you used on yourself, or were used on you so far?" He asked shortly after her answer.

[Assistant] "There are 11 more for each cheek sir." Jamie said keeping her voice in check. She took several deep breaths before saying, "I've used only the vibrators and nipple clamps master. The rest were for my ex." Jamie's knees and elbows shook, tired from the work they were doing. Jamie bit her lips and peeked over to Doug. "May I please rest master?" Jamie shifted her right leg slightly moving it closer to her left one by an inch.

[User] Doug smiled at her reaction. It seemed that, once she got the hang of it, she wasn't too bad at being submissive. At her last question, he smiled, and said "Why should I let you rest? You haven't shown me any extra effort beyond that what was required of you. Why should I be more lenient towards you." he brought the crop down on her left buttcheek, close to the middle. If she'd give her reasoning, he'd spank her other ass in mid-sentence, then let her finish afterwards. At the very least, he'd wait for a bit after the second one.

[Assistant] "Because I've obeyed you---" Jamie clinched her cheeks together when Doug swatted her bottom again. "That's 10 left on each cheek master," Jamie said. She sighed and then put her head down, hair falling in her face as she prepared herself for the next hit. Biting her lips again, Jamie opened her mouth to finish her next sentence. "I've obeyed you this far sir that has to count for something!"

[User] "Indeed, it does. It makes me refrain from going against my own words. I could easily spank you as many times as I want, wherever I want, and you couldn't stop me." He said, tapping the end of the spanking tool against her cunt lightly. "If you had obeyed me from the start, maybe. Now, you'll have to put in more effort to get any privileges." he spanked her again, and again, until there was one left, on her right. "Well, considering you've obeyed this well so far, I guess I can take one off the list." he said. "Have a nice little rest. I'll be back in a bit." he left the room, checking out the entire house, so she wouldn't have the advantage should she try and fight. He came back half an hour later. "Mouth, ass, or pussy?" he asked her, giving no context whatsoever.

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Jamie whimpered once the riding crop was placed against her cunt yet again. Her pussy wet still she waited for the final blow to her bottom. But it never landed. Doug left the room without telling her how long he would be gone. She was starting to think he left and began to struggle with the handcuffs around her hand. Just when she was going to try and find away to break the bedpost, Doug entered her bedroom. Jamie sat cross legged on the bed now. Previously she lay down for the first twenty minutes, resting.

"Wh---I mean..." Jamie swallowed and wondered what he was going to do with whatever response he gave her. "Mouth? Master." Jamie bit her lip before frowning, trying to adjust her body to see his. The handcuffs clinked on the bedpost and she wondered if he would untie her since her wrist was chaffed and sore from her clinching and moving.

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Doug smiled when he entered, and she answered him rather swiftly. Although it did sound more like she was asking him a question. "Mouth it is, then." He said, heading to the closet once again. When he returned, he had a blindfold, and some things behind his back. He tied the blindfold around her head, before telling her "Open wide, and put your tongue out.". After she did, he'd make something roll over her tongue, wettening it. If she didn't take proper care of it she could taste, or otherwise she might feel, what it was: A butt plug. He made her lube it up, before pulling it out. "So your move will be the only thing that's free. Be sure to have some good use come of it." He pushed her forwards, and moved the buttplug to her behind. He didn't tell her to relax, and just forced it in. If she were to relax, she'd only make it easier for herself.

He released her hands from the manacles after pushing the buttplug in, before pushing her on her back. His finger was on the top of the plug, toying with it lightly. "Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to fuck you."

[Assistant] Jamie watched as Doug went into her closet and returned with a blindfold. He tied it around her eyes before she could peek at what was behind his back. She didn't dare try and pull it off. While she secretly found a small amount of pleasure in his spanking, he did not hold back his strength. At his order to open her mouth, she did so and tasted something plastic and cold enter her mouth. Doug then declared that her mouth was going to be the only free hole on her body. "Wh---what? You, your---" Before she could finish, Doug pushed her forward, her ass being exposed to him. He then inserted the anal plug into her rectum, forcing it in. Jamie groaned at the expansion, her heart beat racing in alarm. Doug then called her a slut and ordered her to beg. Jamie only whimpered, crossed between admitting her pussy was dripping and clinching in anticipation and screaming that she was not some slut that begged to be fucked.

[User] Doug slapped her face. This time, he did hold back. Apparently he didn't want to do any lasting harm to her face. Still, he made damn well sure it hurt. "When I order something, you do it, no hesitation. Didn't you just say you obeyed me the entire time? Ruin that streak, and I might start the spanking all over again." He said. "Even if I tell you to tell a lie. Although, from what I can see your body doing, it isn't that far from the truth, is it? You've got a masochistic streak, don't you?" he was rather surprised at this, really. He had expected her to be merely a sadist. Apparently she went both ways.

[Assistant] Jamie snapped out of her pity party when Doug slapped her face. A jolt of pain went through her body that shocked her pubic bone. She couldn't believe it, but what he was saying held some truth in it. "Ple---please, master!" Jamie swallowed. "Please fuck me, I'm a dirty slut," Jamie said the words with admission, not sounding sarcastic at all. "I have a masochistic streak sir." Jamie closed squeezed her eyes shut even though they were blindfolded already. "Please fuck me; I'm a dirty little whore!" Jamie even went as far as wiggling her bottom, the anal plug a constant presence inside of her. Unwittingly she clenched her anus on it and moaned ever so softly.

[User] Doug smiled at her words. "Good girl." he said, before moving himself out of his own clothing. He moved over her, letting her continue her begging. When she moved to wiggle her bottom, he almost laughed as he aligned himself with her pussy. "Do more stuff like that, and you might earn yourself some privileges." He then pushed forwards, and with a low groan from him, his cock slid into her, gliding along her lubed-up vaginal walls. He leaned over her, making her able to feel his presence all around, before grabbing her left nipple and tugging at it lightly

[Assistant] Jamie gasped when Doug entered her pussy walls, already moist with pleasure. It was painful at first, he was larger than she expected and it had been more than a week since she last masturbated. But he was larger than her favorite vibrator too. Feeling him inside of her, Jamie pressed back wanting him to fuck her. She forgot for a second that she had to ask him, plead with him. This was something she was certainly not used to. "Please fuck me harder sir," Jamie pleaded, flinching as he tugged on her nipple. She whimpered and pressed against him again. "Fuck me with your big cock, please."


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"I..." Hinata wasn't sure what to say. The way Sakura had been talking on the way over here she honestly hadn't been expecting to be given much in the way of choices... she had been expecting to just follow orders and that was that. "I'll... think about it" That was about the best Hinata could do right now. Maybe she shouldn't seclude herself in the house? Maybe she should go out with him the following day... Naruto wouldn't want her to simply curl up and do nothing right? He'd never do that. Then again Hinata just... she wasn't sure if she could face the rest of the village again right now.

When they were finished, Hinata moved to help pick up the dishes and clear the table, it was something she always did at home so it was simply more of a habit than something she needed to be asked to do. "Oh... yes... of course" She nodded softly, moving to put the leftovers onto a single plate for Sakura, leaving it to the side in the kitchen. "I'm sure she'll... get better..." Honestly Hinata wasn't entirely sure of that even as she spoke... Sakura was the kind of person who could hold a grudge for a long long time...

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Zinto nodded his head as he heard her comments about going into town or not and smiled. "Well, you are free to use your time how you want, I want to make sure this isn't some evil heartless random place," he said with a nod of his head and then started to put the dishes away. He had a feeling things would work slow with the two of them, it took time to get to know people and well, they would need to trust him, if they were going to have a good household. The idea of a new generation of shinobi seemed OK, but if they came from bad homes, then the odds of getting another Orochimaru seemed rather high.

"OK, thank you for all your help, Hinata, now, I am going to go take a shower myself, I want you to go get the bed set up however you need it, and get yourself ready for some sleep as well," he instructed her in a calm tone as he looked at her, keeping himself relaxed and cool. He knew that, would help her keep from getting nervous or antsy, or he at least hoped that it would. He then wondered off upstairs to take his head shower and get ready for bed himself.

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Hinata nodded softly, almost about to thank him, though she couldn't quite bring herself to do so. He was being kind but... he still 'owned' her... well... he was her husband actually. Still... thanking him for his kindness just didn't feel quite right yet. "Alright..." She nodded lightly as he said he was going to take a shower, turning to head towards the bedroom herself. "I'll... wait for you in the bedroom" She knew she would be sharing his bed with him tonight, Sakura had rather selfishly taken the spare room for herself. Then again Hinata had been the one to say she didn't care... and she really didn't.

As Zinto went into the bathroom Hinata walked into the bedroom, staring at it for a few moments, before beginning to slowly undress. One problem was that she had no night clothes... in fact she had no clothes besides the one she was wearing. They hadn't been allowed to bring anything else when they were made to leave their former homes. Hinata carefully folded her clothes and placed them in the corner of the room, then sat on the bed. Without her heavy jacket, it was obvious just how large Hinata's breasts were, barely contained within her bra, the giant orbs of flesh practically spilling out of the simple white material. The former Hyuuga simply sat there as she waited for Zinto, unsure if she was going to be simply going to sleep or kept awake a little later than planned...

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Zinto thought about the two of the girls as he took the shower, they were rather different, and yet they were both connect, to his late cousin. He knew they had been both sent to be his wife, but he knew they needed to be treated correctly. If he did that, the long run benefits outweighted any short term pleasure that might happened, if he was to be the mean master. He tried off, and walked into the bedroom, in a pair of boxers himself. He wondered how, sleeping next to the beautiful Hyuuga was going to work.

Walking in, the first thing he notice was Hinata, in her undies, she was a very well endowed woman, and it was really easy to see that. He blushed as he looked at her, few women, had either Sakura or Hinata's beauty as it were. Moving across the room, he sat on the bed next to her, "Well now, time for bed Hinata," he said, before giving her a kiss on the check and laying down on the bed. "I am tired, and we have lots to get done tomorrow, thank you for being so helpful tonight," He said slipping under the covers, "can't sleep sitting up."

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Hinata could feel him looking at her... but then again she'd expected that... she knew her body was of great interest to most men, it was natural for them to stare. She was rather surprised when he just walked around her and sat on the other side of the bed though. He really just... wanted to go to sleep? That was definitely... unexpected. "Oh um... right..."

Hinata nodded, then slowly lay down on the bed with her back to him, hesitating for a few moments before pulling the covers up over herself. "Um... good night..." Hinata glanced over her shoulder at him, then away, slowly closing her eyes. It was strange to sleep in a bed with another person like this... it was a little uncomfortable actually. But she'd have no choice but to get used to it. After all, sooner or later they'd be doing more than just sleeping...

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Zinto heard her comment, and smiled just a bit, "Well good night Hinata, and thank you for being respectful," he replied out loud to her as he turned to his side and went to sleep soon after that moment as well. It had been a long day, he had gone from returning from a rather long mission to having two women living in him as his defacto wives. Yep, life had changed a lot, and he would have to get used to the changes that had occurred quickly, which he hoped the two of them could bear with him as he fixed things around the house.

The next morning he woke up early, having a good idea of what was in the kitchen, he slipped down and got to work, making enough french toast for the three of them, though knowing most likely it would only be himself and Hinata whom would want to eat, given the temperament of Sakura. He went to work, cooking up a small storm as it were as he hummed to himself, a normal cooking habit of his own.

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When Zinto came down he would notice the food he had left out for Sakura the previous night was indeed gone, it seemed the girl had snuck down at some point during the night to eat after all, though there was no sign of her again this morning. In all likelihood she wouldn't come to him unless 'summoned' or he went to the bedroom to see her.

It didn't take Hinata long to walk out of the bedroom though, having re-dressed in the clothes she had been wearing the previous day. They hadn't been allowed to bring any others after all, it would be up to Zinto to either take them shopping or pick out some outfits for them. Sakura expected the latter, that he would pick out some perverted sexy costumes or simply make them walk around in their underwear all day.

Hinata looked at the man preparing breakfast then slowly sat down at the table, watching Zinto cook. She was surprised he hadn't asked her to cook... after all he didn't really need to do anything around the house anymore, he could literally just tell one of his two wives to do it.

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Zinto could hear the footsteps of Hinata and smiled as he looked up at her, "Well now, it is good to see you up this morning," he said with a cheerful tone as he cooked, "something about cooking always puts me at ease," he commented, giving up information about himself, but also smiling as he flipped the omelet that was on the pan in front of himself.

"Sit down, today, I will go out and get you, your gardening supplies and whatever other stuff I can find to go around here," he commented out loud as he looked in her direction, "How was your sleep, did you sleep well, I hope so," he commented as he started on the second omelet for himself now. He had noticed the food for Sakura gone, earlier which did make him a bit less worried about her.


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Jayden must have been staring at her for a while thinking all of this because he became aware that her face was now showing the first signs of disappointment and maybe even a bit of fear after opening up so much... and he couldn't bare to see her either hurt OR disappointed... and that was what put it all together for him.

Jayden stepped forward and ran his fingertips across Trista's lower abdomen, right along the low-cut top of her cheer uniform skirt while looking down into her beautiful, big eyes rather intensely... And said "Well in that case, you should save the mini-skirt and halter top for the morning" ...and slipped a finger into her skirt and pulled her close, leaning down, putting his other hand behind her head and kissing those delicious, glossy lips with a light passion before releasing her just enough to have control over her own body.

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Trista was really starting to think she had said the wrong thing when he was silent for too long and was about to shamefully excuse herself when he stepped closed and pulled her to him to kiss her and touched her. Oh the feel of him running his fingers over her abdomen and then feeling his hand at her skirt was enough to set her on edge, but the taste of his lips on hers was wonderful.

As he pulled away from the kiss a moment she looked up at him a bit breathless. She had never been kissed before just now and damn it had been great. As his words registered to her she smiled at him almost slightly sheepish as she blushed a bit "And why is that" she asked him on a shaky breath as she enjoyed him holding her.

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A smile lit Jayden's face... that might be the first real bit on innocence she had shown him and he loved it. "Because I think you look absolutely amazing in that uniform... pom-poms and all... after showing off so temptingly at practice I can't get enough of it." He said and then paused only a moment to make sure she heard his next statement clearly and understood what it meant. "...and I plan on having a cheerleader for an all night desert." And he left it at that while his finger, still slipped into the waist of her skirt, slid from side to side lightly drawing it across he soft underbelly skin.

By now his pants were sporting a very large bulge down, but he not only didn't care, he hoped that she investigated to her hearts desire. _It seems that she has a man to explore... and I have a 13 year old cheerleader to teach all about pleasing her man._ he thought as he saw her breathe heavily at his fingers play.

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Trista inhaled a bit at him moving his fingers down her waist of the skirt, as she anticipated what was to come with his words, and couldn't help but ask "And would you like some whipped cream with that cheerleader" as she noted his bulge in his jeans and let her hand move to run along this bulge as she couldn't believe how big he was. No doubt that if he wanted to he could hurt her, but she didn't think that he would and so she trusted him.

"So do you want your dessert before or after supper" she then added with a tease, knowing they were putting allot of trust in one another to do anything, but she would never do anything to hurt him. This was her doing and if anyone said anything about it or found out she would claim she broke in and raped him if she had to. Though it was a crazy idea but it happened and all it took was a Valium in a drink and some strong ropes or cuffs and then ta-da you could rape just about anyone and that would be her story if ever asked. But she prayed it never came to that because Jayden seemed a really great guy and though they could never have anything but a secret fling it was worth her time doing so.

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Jayden's desire swelled at her words of complete compliance with having her as his hot little cheerleader... as did his pant leg when she slid that sweet little 13 year old hand down the thickening shaft. He felt the heat from her hand through the fabric and knew she was nervous, but she was also making it known in every way that she was willing... and so very eager to explore. He couldn't help but want more of her touch.

With only a hint of playfulness he replied "I doubt my little cheerleader needs anything like that... She's probably already delicious..." And as he slipped the hand from behind her head to glide over those delightful glossy lips of hers he finished his sentence with..."And you seem to have YOUR supper well in hand."

Although he didn't know if he was going over the top with Trista's emotions, Jayden couldn't resist flipping the word-play back onto her... and although he had all night to give his little 13 year old cheerleader all sorts of exploration, he knew that she probably would have more excited,eager energy right now when she was still a bit nervous... and he was going to take full advantage of that fact. So after that he just looked deeply into her pretty eyes and let her mind wrap around everything going on between them at that moment.

[Assistant] Trista sighed as he pulled her closer and and ran his finger over her lips. At his words she couldn't help but grin "Well, then I'm sure we will both be satisfied with our meals" she said teasing as she let her hand move up his leg from his hardened manhood to his muscular chest as she stepped more into him wanting to feel him all around her. Granted, she was nervous as hell right now but also excited at all that was happening, and wanted it even though she already knew going through with this would mean some pain since she was still a virgin. "So shall we go to another room or do you wanna play right here in the hall way" she then asked with a smirk.

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With her up close to him, Jayden slid his hands down and around her slender waist, pulled her body just powerfully enough to press her against him... said "There will be time enough tonight to eventually get to another room" ...and leaned down and kissed Trista's soft lips passionately... and as he slipped his tongue between her lips, his hands moved down to the back of her thighs and then up her cheer leader skirt to fondle the sweet little ass he had been watching every time she bent over in front of him for weeks.

Jayden could easily feel Trista's heart beat as it was thumping heavily a mile a minute. Her excitement only made his desires grow further, and put a tremendous strain on his pants to the point that it was beginning to ache with the restraint. He forced himself to make a mental note not to wear jeans this tight anywhere near Trista ever again.

[Assistant] Trista sighed at the kiss as she delved her tongue with his and let her passion and lust for him be in the kiss as she wrapped her body around him as he pressed against her. She wanted to feel so much more of him but she would take things slow as she had no idea what she was doing and figured he knew that already.

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Lifting Trista off of her feet by her sweet little ass, as those sleek legs wrapped around Jayden's waist he pulled her up high enough that their faces were even as their kiss continued. Then, as she pressed her body completely against his with arms around his neck and legs clinging to his waist, Jayden let one hand slip from her tight, muscular little ass down to undo the top button and zipper on his jeans and as his remaining hand rubbed its fingers between her legs to stimulate her desires more he reached in and freed the fully hardened beast that had been restrained.

Returning his hand to her waiting body, he wrapped each of them around one side of her ass, pulled gently from her kiss and watched Trista's reaction up close as he pulled her lithe body down to straddle his manhood... and slowly used her ass to slide her cotton covered delight very slowly back and forth on this powerful shaft, a little more each time until she was sliding across half of it each way.

Watching her face for every reaction he asked "How do you like your meat?" With only the slightest hint of a grin.

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The rusted out ford rolled to a stop just outside of a sign that read 'Now Entering Mountain Falls' before sputtering and finally dying. A loud stream of expletives streamed out of the mouth of the young 23 year old blonde as she climbed out of the car. Jenny kicked the side of it letting out another loud swear when a jolt of pain shot through her foot. "You damn piece of junk" She growled out.

When she'd started this she hadn't expected to be riding around in a rusted barely functioning car. A few months ago she'd pictured herself like the characters in Carver Edlund's books. The Winchester Brothers had a sleek car, plenty of cash, and lots of tools. Jenny meanwhile now had no car, very little cash, and minimal supplies. Her training consisted of currently a few self defense classes and a couple of hunts. She was still very new to this whole hunting game and it showed in the scars she'd received during those hunts. "Guess I'll walk" She said softly letting out a light sigh.

She pulled her bag out of the backseat of the car opening it to check her supplies. Her list of supplies consisted of salt, an iron fire poker, a knife, and her book collection. The books were probably best left somewhere but she needed the information. Ever since she'd found out the books were right about the creatures, she kept them close for research. That was her reason for heading into such an out of the way town, she was searching for her next hunt with no idea what to look for.

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The small Nevada town was much like any other with no real distinction at all. Well, that is, except for the Conduit arriving here. Her name didn't matter and on the outside she was just another meat suit to toy with out of boredom. His temper was calm for the moment so his raven form remained as he perched on the dead body by the way side. The gas station attendant had only been a temporary meat suit that had served him briefly. Once returned to his natural bird form, the body was evidence that needed to be disposed of.

Stolas calmly plucked out a juicy eye and slurped it down with satisfaction. The Conduit was reported to be passing this way in a hunk of junk car held together by rust and a wish. A loud backfire echoed off the trees as the ugly old car rolled to a stop and simply died on the deserted back road.

On closer inspection, her vivid eyes gave no reflection of anything like normal eyes. While most people didn't notice, it was the exact reason that Stolas was in Mountain Falls. _Pretty little Conduit enter stage right._ He thought, watching the lovely blond. She seemed innocuous enough with her gentle good looks and when she kicked the car and got surprised by the pain, well she was definitely a natural blond.

Her scent wafted up to him and he flew closer to decide on how to toy with his fun new prey. She certainly was no Sam or Dean Winchester as far as he could tell. He waited until he heard the nature sounds go silent in his presence, and let out a loud, raucous caw just to test her nerves---or lack thereof.

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Jenny was not happy about walking especially in this heat but she didn't have much choice. There wasn't enough traffic to make waiting a viable option. She set her bag down and removed her overshirt revealing a white tank top which she wore over jeans. It wasn't much but it felt better with the heat and she stuffed the shirt into her bag. It was then that she noticed that things had gone even quieter. It set her on edge but she slipped her bag onto her shoulder glancing around. She started to walk at that moment a loud caw made her practically jump out of her skin.

"Son of a bitch..." She said calming her nerves "Its just a damn crow... relax" She didn't know why she was so jumpy she didn't even know if there was something in this town. Hell she didn't have any connection in hunting as far as she knew she was the only hunter even out there. She ran a hand through her hair letting her nerves relax as she started walking again. The first thing she noticed was the gas station it might be a good place to start.

"I can get some water or something..." She remarked. There was no hope for her car it would take too much money to fix it and she didn't have the money. It was going to be hitch-hiking and hoofing it across the country until she could find an alternative means of transport.

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The sleepy little sun-baked town wouldn't discover the decrepit old gas station owner's death until morning at least. Stolas pondered for a moment, considering the best options for getting hold of the sly little almost Hunter. Her kind, Hunters, had a strange conduit like power to them that drew a demon's dark energy like flies to a corpse---and Jenny had it in spades.

Her reaction was alert but not panicked, showing she wasn't easily spooked. However ignoring nature's silence was always a big mistake when predators were chasing prey. Essentially the little blond had good instincts, but hadn't yet been trained to follow them. She was a perfectly juicy human play toy that he looked forward to tormenting. A lot.

On that note, he flew almost directly at Jenny's head, his black wings brushing her cheek as he passed her with an obnoxiously loud cawing. He needed to get back to the station now that he'd confirmed she was only a ten minute's walk from there.

Fortuitously, a tall, dark haired young man made the bad and final mistake of stopping there for some mountain dew and a bag of chips. Stolas found the meat suit was a good fit and promptly positioned himself in sight of the road. Leaning against the inside window, he watched for the petite blond to get just a little closer.

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Jenny walked along the side of the road half expecting something jump out at her. As if on cue as she was walking a crow flew by her. She flinched as its wing hit her cheek, it was as if it was trying to scare her. Once it was gone she looked around expecting something else crows weren't always a good sign. "This should be fun" She remarked to herself.

She readjusted the bag and kept walking her feet crunching on the hard ground. If she was lucky she might find a ride into town at the Gas Station. It seemed like it took her forever to make it to the small gas station. Her eyes scanned the gas station as walked towards the entrance it was eerily empty but it was in the middle of nowhere.

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Seeing his cue walking in, he stepped forward with the appropriate expression. His new young 'suit' was about twenty-two, just under six feet, and had brown hair and vivid blue eyes. Stolas waved at Jenny and continued to make a show of looking around. He raised an eyebrow, smiled at the attractive girl and asked, "Are you the cashier here? I left a five on the counter."

He opened up the mountain dew and took a long swig, enjoying the cool moisture sliding down his dry, dusty throat. Today was a scorcher and Jenny's pretty little self upped the temperature by another twenty degrees.

His gaze lingered over her lithe, trim figure and the halter top she wore. Covertly, he studied the bag she carried. When he'd flown by her earlier, he'd only caught a glimpse of what looked to be salt, a couple stakes and not much else. Stolas licked his dry lips and commented, "Sure is hot out huh?"

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Jenny stopped when he moved in front of her tensing immediately. Her eyes surveyed him and he wasn't half bad to look at. When he waved at her she nodded readjusting the bag on her shoulder.

"No I'm not the Cashier" She said crossing her arms over her chest "What makes you think that?" She noticed him looking her over and suppressed a sigh. He was just a guy and she'd grown used to being ogled. He didn't seem very threatening but a lack of cashier did kind of concern her.

"Yeah it is pretty hot" She replied "Any idea where the cashier went?" She walked past him she could leave cash on the counter herself. All she wanted right now was a bottle of water and maybe a bit of junk food. She grabbed some water and a bag of chips before going to leave some cash on the counter. Her eyes strayed back to him and she wondered if the guy had a car. She wasn't one to trust a stranger but the thought of walking in this heat was enough to make her ask for a ride.

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Stolas gave a non-committal shrug and answered, "Well I haven't seen anyone else around and I'm just passing through here."

When she tensed up under his look, Stolas barely held back a smile of predatory amusement. *This one is nervous about attraction and sexuality. An obvious weakness and something I could definitely use to my advantage.* He thought with pleasure as his eye roamed her lithe young body once more.

He shook his head when she asked about the cashier and watched her hips sway as she walked into the store. Jenny's going to be a lot of fun to toy with; no doubt about that. New and inexperienced, nervy and not very savvy to the ways of a Hunter. Easy pickings for sure.

Waiting for her to come out of the store, he leaned back against the maroon Ford Taurus. When she didn't return immediately, he slid into the driver's seat and took stock of his new car. A quick survey revealed that his new meat suit had stolen the car for a joyride because the license didn't match the registration and the ignition wires were visibly tied under the steering wheel.

Stolas noted that there was a functioning AC which he was sure that Jenny would find enticing. Humans did after all cherish their own creature comforts. He gave a welcoming smile when she approached him. "Are you actually walking in this heat?" He asked her casually as he turned on the car's AC.

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Jenny walked back out of the store looking around and noticed his car. Something about him made her nervous but he had a car and she really didn't want to walk. Jenny approached the car wondering if he'd offer or of she'd have to ask.

"That hadn't been the plan but my car decided to break down" She said. The cool air from the AC wafted out of the open window and she bit her bottom lip. She needed a ride and some AC was enough to make her want to ask. "Are you headed into town?" She asked him.


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Loosing out a chuckle, Dorian felt that compliment was more suited to her than him. She was the one who looked and felt beautiful, and so when his hand pressed over her cheek, he wanted nothing more than to relay that to her. Even if it meant he'd have to do it over and over. "I could say the same, love", he chimed, leaning forward to capture her lips in a heady kiss. A sigh slipped from the corner of his lips, brought on by the shudder that rolled through him as her warm hand traced his back. Together, in sync they stayed joined, frantically bucking to halfway meet the other. He could feel the stretch of her walls, the panting breaths, the sheen of sweat that trickled down his skin.

All of it made him feel alive---she made him feel alive. A few moments on and his pace took on a frenzy. With shallow yet faster thrusts, Dorian shifted himself close. With one hand keeping her shoulder pinned to the bed and the other curling around her thigh, he angled forward to go deeper. With the hand hooking it under her knee, he lifted it with ease, urging her to keep it pressed to his hip while he carried on below. He would take this slow and gentle, give her the love and attention she deserved. There was nothing more that he wanted than for Batel to know he---to realize that he would always be hers and that he would always wait for her.

Panting breaths managed out of him as his tip prodded and poked at her insides, as his kisses turned fervent and feverish. Wherever he trailed them, he felt the rush of warmth igniting that space. Whether it was her lips or her collarbone, the curve of her breasts or the valley between them, his affectionate pecks continued until he felt the build up where they were joined. He didn't know what this night would mean for them afterwards. He didn't know if this would the last he would see of Batel---uncertainty plagued Dorian like the shadows plunging a lit room into complete darkness. His eyes held onto hers, deep pools reflecting her beautiful face.

Pushing those dark thoughts out of his mind, he forced himself to focus on the now---on pleasing this woman underneath her. To make the most of his present time with her. He needed this and a small part of him could sense so did she. They had always been stronger when they were together as it was. He still believed and cherished that. Batel was worth all of that. He loved her, more than she could know.

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Having him over her, around her, made her burn. How he used her own body to get closer to her. It was so good; She wanted it to last forever. When he pushed into her deeper, she gasped. Feeling him so close was more than she could ever ask for. Looking up at him, there was the feeling of closeness that she hadn't felt in a very long time. And in some way, she wanted to freeze the moment. But she knew that she couldn't, so she tried to get the most out of this moment.

"Come 'ere and give me a kiss", she said softly, her voice breathless. And when he did, she kissed him with as much fire as he kissed her skin. As she did, she threw an around his back and pushed up into him. Her pussy clenching around him. Her kiss grew deeper as she pushed her hips into him. Going from his lips to his cheek and neck. Her breath in his ear, heavy from her lust for him. His hands and body pushing her down into the bed for every thrust. One hand still grasping the sheets over their head. They were fire, lust and love. Threatening to explode. And when they fall down into the sea of ecstasy, they do so together. Batel gasping his name as if it is with her last breath, once again pulsing around him. Arching under him in pleasure.

They end up lying across Dorian's big bed, curled up into each other. Sweat on their skin in the darkness of the big bedroom. Still basking in the pleasure, she plays with his hair. Catching her breath as everything calms again. "I love you", she speaks quietly, as if she hopes that she can say it without him hearing her. But there is a need to say it.

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Laying side by side with her, panting and content with how things had gone, Dorian's lashes batted against his cheeks while he stared at Batel's radiant face. He wanted to stretch this moment, to hold onto it for as long as he could. Never let it falter, never have her leave. His smile fell at the idea of her leaving... before instinct had him shifting one hand to cup her face. Thumb brushing across the warm cheek, slowly so he let it glide down until it skimmed and rested over her neck. He cherished this---this moment between them, sweet and beautiful. As it should have been, at it needed to be.

Then he heard it, those words he'd been longing for. Surprise colored his face as he kept that stare on, as his eyes searched hers for truth to them. Oh, he never doubted her but with their past hanging between them here, Dorian was desperate to hope this wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. That this was genuine. That she was real. Eyes snapping shut, fingers pressing into her skin, he willed himself to believe she truly loved him. Swallowing hard, he shifted again, bracing himself on his elbow while the hand that had been pressed to her neck moved to rest over the swell of her hip.

"I love you too. I've always loved you and always will." Eyes pooled with every ounce of adoration he held for her. All the love he could muster was in every breath that escaped him. Every fiber of his being craved her, wanted her. "You'll stay?", perhaps he might have asked her if she had truly meant what she had said but Dorian knew that wasn't something Batel could ever lie about. She had always been loyal to him, and loyal to their love. He couldn't imagine it otherwise. Smiling down at her, he leaned in to peck at the end of her nose before drawing back with a sigh.

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The words that had heightened her chest for so long was easy to say. His hands-on her neck made it even easier. She loved Dorian. More than anything... or anyone. And after saying the words, it felt like she could really breathe again. As if that was the thing that had made everything difficult. It wasn't, of course, but it felt good to make the words a reality. When she saw his surprise, she wanted to take them back. However, it was between them now, and there was nothing she could do about it as she met his searching eyes. Batel's own eyes were serious as she looked up at him.

The few seconds he had his eyes closed felt like an eternity. As she lay there, hands still resting over her head, she did not dare to move. One harsh movement would shatter this dream that was this evening, and she would be at her apartment again. Listening to Elior's anger about their sidelining. Or... worse. She did not want to think about their argument before she left tonight. Especially not now. But she was hanging in stasis until she saw Dorian's genuine reaction. She could not take a breath again until his hand moved down to her hip. Leaving a blazing fire from where he touched her.

Her heart threatening to jump out of her chest as he once again looked at her---eyes filled with emotion. Batel did not know what to do about seeing something like that. If she wanted to hide or embrace it. Even so, his next question distracted her. Did he mean tonight or just for her to stay? She couldn't. Honestly, she should just leave before everything grows even more complicated if that was even possible. After he kissed her nose, she put her hand on his neck, playing with her on the back of his neck as she pulled him down to her once again. Kissing him and opening his mouth to taste him again, trying to make it last as long as possible. When it broke, she leaned her forehead to his for a few second.

"I can stay tonight", once again she spoke quietly. Now sure that he heard her. Her heart still pounding over the fact that he loved her.


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Rikki almost gave up on the guy; it was taking him far too long to decide whether he was going to come over not, and the younger man wasn't exactly in the most patient mindset. He was hot, needy, and damn near the end of his tolerance for not getting what he wanted.

Thankfully something seemed to click in place for his target, as the larger man finally rose to his feet and made his way over. Rikki let out a pleased hum as he flicked his gaze up and down the stranger, appreciating the broad frame hidden behind a hilariously out-of-place outfit. As the man stopped next to him, Rikki tilted his head back slightly and grinned, lifting both arms to loop them loosely around muscular shoulders and draw their bodies closer.

"The sorta fun that could get us in a lotta trouble." He winked, lifting himself up on tiptoe to place his lips directly beside the stranger's ear. "I want to get fucked up... and you look nice and big." He rolled his hips forward, grinding shamelessly against the man's thigh and flicking his tongue against the shell of his ear. Rikki was being careless, dangerously so... but that was exactly why he'd come out that night.

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It seemed so sudden, but Dustin shouldn't have kid himself; this was far beyond the concept of subtle. In fact, in this place, it just plain didn't exist. Already the young one had looped his arms around him in such a needy and almost lifeline fashion, not even playing up any pretenses. Dustin had almost seized up, but somehow found his hands gripping upon the figure that found its way, getting close enough to grind himself down against him, like he was trying to sell what goods he was willing to offer without even a price. It seemed like the fee didn't matter either.

The gentle whisper in his ear of what type of fun this new person was considering and it almost felt like he had read his mind, trying to trick him up into getting into the trouble that seemed to go hand in hand with this Club, apparently. "Fucked up, huh? Or are you just looking to get fucked hard?" The words came out of his mouth so easily that it was like he had forgotten where he was. His eyes just scanned over the person for a moment. Dustin figured he was already here, might as well fish and see what snatches.

There are small and gentle bite of his ear and that already told him that the lure was slightly gathering some attention. Dustin went a little further and simply grabbed the man's ass with one hand. "That the trouble you talking about?"

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Rikki hummed in pleasure as he felt large hands grip his hips tightly, glad that his advances were being accepted - even if he was being made to work for the reward. This stranger seemed to be new to hook-up culture. No matter, so long as he woke up a little in private. There was nothing Rikki hated more than a disappointing fuck.

"Mmm? Why can't it be both?" He grinned, chuckling against Dustin's ear before a pleased groan passed between his lips at the hand fondling his ass. "You have a place to go? Or do you want to duck into the bathroom?" Rikki leaked back slightly, half-lidded eyes smouldering as he looked up at the other man. "I'm not picky, so long as you give me what I want."

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Jesus... not even a care in the world. Dustin was starting to understand more now why his friend said, despite his concerns, he would have no trouble or no issue with what was offered up to him. He barely did anything but stick around the bar for a bit. Yeah, he was new to all of this, but he expected some sort of flirtation, maybe even a bit of small talk. And that wasn't the case at all. He threw a little line out there that would have never worked in other circumstances, and the young one was already checking off locations to get properly satisfied. He watched the small look of lust (or maybe a bit of alcohol) in his eyes as his head threw back a bit, waiting for an answer to where and how he was going to perform.

His place was out of the question. Too much risk there, especially if this was some sort of stick up, get him vulnerable and loose before he was finding himself attacked and robbed. He was more concern to see just how much this person was willing to do to gain his trust. Call him a little paranoid, but he wasn't even sure he should have came here in the first place and now he was about to do something he didn't even have a honest thought about until this very moment. Just because he was desperately horny and needed a good release. Good grief.

Bathroom was, again, completely out of the question. A tight spot, one exit out and anything could happen in there. So he wasn't sure what he was going to say... maybe this was a dumb idea. He should just head back to his car and...

His eyes seemed to light up a bit as he hit a thought. "Well, if you are serious about getting into some trouble... I left my car in a car park not too far away. It seemed pretty empty. But... you never know... could get caught doing something we shouldn't be doing..." He continued on his journey with all of this, planting two firm hands around the young one's ass and squeezed a little bit. Then he decided to say 'Fuck it' in his head and leaned forward and planted a deep kiss onto this person's lips. The things we do for a nut. "You got a name I can call you?" he said, his lips slightly rubbing against the others as he spoke.

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It was definitely dangerous, and stupid, and a whole host of other negative adjectives that any sensible person would listen to. Rikki, unfortunately, wasn't very sensible. His need for self-destruction saw him throwing himself into situations like this on an almost weekly basis; nothing was every enough for him. He had been on a few drugs but the high was only temporary and they were too damn expensive. Sex was definitely where he found his real pleasure in life - especially when it was hard and fast.

He had even gone back to people's homes after only one meeting before. He wouldn't have batted an eye if that was where the stranger wanted to take him, but apparently the man had other ideas as he mentioned the parked car not too far away. Rikki's eyes gleamed in delight, and he nodded quickly. "Mmm, sounds good to me. Hope you don't mind, but I'm a screamer... think people'll look at us?"

As if to confirm this, he let out a long moan at the firm grip on his ass, rocking back against Dustin's fingers before lips suddenly pressed against his own in a heated, but brief, kiss. Rikki licked his lips after, grinning up at the other man. "My name's Rikki, but call me whatever you want..." He tilted forward to deliver a sharp nip to the man's lower lip. "What 'bout you? What should I call you?"

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There was no hesitation in the name or revealing it, which could go either way in Dustin's mind. He has either used the name before or it is his real name and everything that was happening was actually happening. And there was no sense of concern or curiosity in the location that he named either; 'Rikki' seemed to just want to be able to be taken away. Everything in the mannerisms and the way that Rikki seemed to lean into the touch, ass pressing back into his hands, made Dustin feel slightly more unguarded simply because he wasn't expecting such a quick turn around. He wasn't too far gone that he didn't catch the fact that 'Rikki' wanted to know what to call him.

Should he lie? Should he make something up? Would it even matter? He seemed to take a moment to consider the question and then he continued to play the role that he seemed to have found himself in. "You'll find out when I need you to scream it..." He said simply, but not cold. He eyed Rikki for a moment, trying to look into their eyes, trying to see if there was a bit of a buzz or a high. Jesus, what was he even doing? "Come on then, Rikki..." he said, removing his hands off of his ass and pushing through the crowd, turning his head slightly. "Let's see what makes you scream..."

He didn't wait for Rikki to follow; he just moved through the crowd of lost souls, heading for the exit. If Rikki followed, then he followed. But if he didn't (and judging by how everything transpired, he didn't think Rikki wouldn't come), then Dustin would already be on his way to his car. On to the next one.