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Lily walked with the baker through the festival, still feeling flushed and light headed from their kiss. She smiled at him sweetly when he wrapped his arm through hers and listening as he talked, or well tried to talk, about the mead. She laughed softly and shook her head, "No, not different bees, different flowers. The taste of a hive's honey reflects the taste of the flowers around them... I read a book about beekeeper once." She gave a sheepish smile and a helpless shrug, hoping Derrick didn't think she was weird for knowing that. Apparently most men didn't appreciate her random and extensive trove of knowledge, probably because she was smarter than most of them. She thought she was the dork here.

They stopped at a stall serving drink and Derrick asked what she wanted, "Hmmm the mead was good but maybe something else, to try a few things." She picked out some of the mulled cider, sitting and drinking with Derrick and enjoying herself before trying the mulled wine, then another cup of mead. By the time she was done with that, Lily was feeling nicely buzzed, and found herself tapping her foot along with the music being played by a band near by. She watched them for a moment then looked back to Derrick.

"Do you dance?" she asked him with a bright smile, already standing and taking his hand to tug along with her. The music was lively, more of a reel than anything else, very different form the more stately music she was used to, and it was exciting.

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"Really? Huh... I guess that makes sense. It's good that you know so many things, Lily." he didn't seem dismissive or disappointed by her knowledge either. Sure, Derrick was a bit intimidated by her extensive background in, in his mind, everything. But he didn't see it as a challenge to his ego or anything like that, more... in his head it solidified Lily as an Authority on things that he wasn't an expert in. Derrick could bake like no one else, he knew his trade inside and out and could do any number of simple tasks with his hands but Lily had ephemeral ideas and the sort of mind that could direct someone like him. It, he'd realized years earlier, was a very attractive quality in a person.

He sat and drank with Lily, getting her what she wanted and even getting them some bites of food. Mostly meat and vegetable kebabs and some flatbread he wasn't responsible for but he rather liked anyway. After awhile of that he was feeling full and warm, a bit muzzy in a good way and still quite chuffed from that kiss. Derrick grinned when she mentioned dancing, getting up with her and following the tug of the music and the woman both.

"I do, but not like you'd find at any fancy party, heh. No lord is going to be happy I'm dancing." he winked playfully and spun Lily toward a dancing crowd, the people making room for them. For a man his size Derrick was nimble enough and lead Lily in the dances be knew, though he seemed to have no trouble making things up when he didn't quite know the way he was supposed to move. He was flush with a number of intoxicating things by then and grinned at Lily like she was the only woman in the world, which was especially nice since she had her eye on him too.

He didn't notice when the people around them dropped away and began to clap in time with the music, emphasizing their steps. It seemed at least that the pair of them were impressing some people with their enthusiasm if not their exacting methodology.

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Lily smiled when he didn't try to talk her out of dancing, though he admitted to not being the best dancer but she didn't care. She just wanted to have fun with him and enjoy the festival as much as she could. She'd never been able to come to anything like this, and she knew in the back of her mind that this was probably the last night she had with Derrick. She took her place across from him, one hand in his and the other resting high on his chest as she couldn't quite comfortably reach his shoulder. Once they were ready they were off, dancing and spinning together.

Derrick was a good dancer, not the most refined but he had a good sense of rhythm and he wasn't too concerned with being perfect. She was enjoying herself a great deal, not just the dancing but being close to Derrick and having him touch her and dance with her. Lily tried not to think about how she probably wouldn't see him again after tonight, and that when they were done dancing she might need to try and leave. She couldn't decide if she would explain anything or not... Derrick deserved an explanation, but she wasn't sure it she had the nerve to tell him... the song they were dancing to ended and the music didn't start back up immediately, Lily figured they were just taking a break, which sounded like a good idea to her. She was a little out breath and could go for another drink and a bit to eat. Then a man was shouting from the raised platform the band was on, calling for attention.

"I hope everyone has been enjoying the festival!" he beamed, "And now, it's time to crown our Dawn King and Dawn Queen!" There was applause and Lily joined in, until she saw the people around them all looking at her and Derrick and clearly talking about them. Her eyes went a bit wide, and she glanced a Derrick, trying to decide what to do. Lily was afraid that if they were put up on that stage, with everyone able to see her and really study her, someone might recognize her. They needed to get out of here... Lily jumped on the first idea she had, which maybe wasn't the wisest one, but it would have to do in a pinch. "Derrick... what would you think about getting out of here?" she asked him with a smile, tugging at his hand.

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Once the dancing had wound down Derrick had been breathing a little harder as well, the flush in his cheeks less about alcohol and embarrassment, not to mention excitement, and more about exertion. Still, he caught his wind fairly easily and didn't seem to be handling anything particularly poorly just then. It hadn't occurred to him that he might not see Lily again, not after she'd been so thrilled to receive the little luck charm he'd gotten for her. She also hadn't seemed spooled when he'd told her it might lead her back to him again, so maybe... well, maybe she wanted to be caught up with him.

He grinned when a man he knew was shouting for attention, cheering when he went on about crowning the King and Queen of the festivities. Clearly a ceremonial role, the winners would have a few traditional responsibilities to attend to but were mostly expected to dance on stage and put on shawls and woven crowns before blessing the people who were attending the festival. It was all good fun meant to make people happy and help them forget their worries and Derrick rather enjoyed the sentiment. When Lily tugged at him it took him a moment to wonder why she might want to leave before he caught on, or maybe thought be did? Whole everyone was focused on the prospective King and Queen the pair of them could abscond unhindered and with none the wiser there'd be no rumors. Or maybe he was misreading. Derrick smiled back at her and found that it didn't matter, because he'd definitely go the route that made the blonde smile like that at him.

"Sure? I mean... if you're all done here." Derrick grinned and squeezed her hand, turning away from the warmth of the festival to walk alone with the woman who had so taken his attention lately. The streets were mostly empty, with everyone either in bed or at the festival and Derrick couldn't think of much better just then than strolling with Lily and holding her hand. He made for his home out of habit, easily navigating the streets with the girl in tow, unlocking the door and swinging it open to let her in first. It was still warm inside, though not as oppressive since the ovens had been put out earlier that day since the shop would be closed. "Hmm..." he smiled at the blonde girl, "This has been really fun Lily, thank you for coming tonight..." Derrick wanted to kiss her again, hell, he hadn't wanted to stop before.

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Lily was glad when he agreed to leave without asking much about it, she didn't want him to think that she wanted to go home or anything but they needed to leave. So she kept her hand in his and left with Derrick, walking through the almost deserted streets back towards his home and bakery. She smiled up at him when they reached his building, a little surprised when he opened the door and moved to let her inside first. Lily went inside, the bakery still warm but not so overwhelmingly hot either.

She looked at Derrick when he spoke, trying not to just grin like an idiot but still smiling pretty broadly. "Thank you for inviting me, I've been having a lot of fun," she told him, feeling a little shy and awkward. Lily wouldn't mind kissing him again either but she wasn't quite sure how to go about making that happen. Derrick wasn't her first kiss but she wasn't exactly the most experienced with it, last time there had been a prompt for it but not this time. Lily fidgeted a little, the fingers of one hand plucking at the fabric of her skirt and the other fiddling with the charm that he had given her.

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"I... er... so have I." he couldn't really think of anything else to say, but his mind was running away with things to do. Improper as it was, they were alone in his house and they'd had a great night... they'd both been drinking and Derrick didn't want to blow his chances at convincing Lily to spend more time with him. Of course he knew he should probably act in the sake of propriety but Derrick had done just that the whole time and Lily had walked off twice without him ever knowing if he'd see her again.

He visibly fidgeted a little as well, hesitating before stepping in close and making the choice for the both of them. Derrick caught Lily by the waist and held her close while his lips moulded to hers again, a more passionate sort of kiss than the one he'd given her back at the festival. Unlike the one they'd been prompted to give, this was a hungrier, demanding sort of kiss, his fingers squeezing her through the dress at her waist.

Derrick broke the kiss after a moment, his tongue darting over his lips to wet them, as if chasing the sensation of the embrace. He didn't pull away though, even held the blonde closer and murmured, "Mmh... stay with me tonight?" whatever the next day brought he was more than pleasantly buzzed and his interest was riding high.

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Lily was thinking that perhaps she should just tell him that she needed to leave, and that she wouldn't be able to see him again. She should leave soon to try and get home before her parents got back from their ball. She also knew she shouldn't be in here alone with Derrick like this, it was different during the day when his bakery was open and someone else could come in at any time. But here she was, and she wasn't saying anything, and she wasn't leaving... Lily glanced up at Derrick then down, trying to convince herself to do something.

Derrick acted first though, the girl looking up quickly when he stepped closer to her and feeling her heart leap up again when he leaned down towards her. Her eyes closed when he kissed her, his lips meshing against hers warmly and his hands catching her waist. She was a little surprised by how forward he was being, they'd been flirting with one another openly but they'd always been rather shy as well. None of that now though, Derrick's kiss was far more passionate and demanding this time.

Lily reached up and rested her hands on his chest again, gripping the fabric of his shirt a bit as they kissed. After a moment her hands slid up, her arms looping around his neck, staying there even when he pulled away. She blinked and gave him a slightly shocked look though when Derrick asked her to stay the night. Her face flushed and she meant to draw away from him and tell Derrick that she wanted to stay, but she couldn't... instead though she nodded. "Alright..." she told him quietly, her face still a little flushed. Lily couldn't believe she'd just agreed to this but... well... if she wasn't going to see him again, she might as well see as much of him as she could.

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Derrick honestly didn't know quite what had possessed him to abandon all reason as he had. They didn't know one another that well, hell he didn't even know whether Lily was local or if she'd been from some other town or even some other kingdom. None of that mattered right then though, because Lily was there in Derrick's arms and he couldn't think of anything more than what the evening would hold for them. He hadn't ever really believed in the jongleur's mummer's tales of people who fell for one another from across a crowded room, that there could be someone so good for you that it just clicked but he was beginning to.

The baker smiled down at Lily and bit his lip, his eyes flicking to the narrow stairway that led up to his living space. He flushed more deeply and spoke softly, "You've uh... you've seen my bakery and it's getting too dark for that... would you like to see where I live?" he knew he was being subtle with his words, but his hand had crept from her waist to caress the curve of Lily's backside through her dress.

He knew where he wanted things to go, for sure, but that wasn't even the reason he'd wanted to invite her to the festival. Not before that kiss, feeling the blonde against him, how easily she had moved with him.

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Lily knew that they didn't really know a whole lot about one another, she hadn't really been trying to get to know him. And yet, she already felt very strongly for him, and not just physically, she enjoyed being around him. He made her happy and he seemed to take her more seriously than anyone else in her life, which was kind of sad if you thought about it. He was only a little more than a stranger to her but he made her feel more secure than anyone in her own family. Lily hadn't really wanted to get this involved with him, it had just been... fun at first, but here she was.

When Derrick pulled away and out of their kiss, her face was flushed and her eyes were half closed, lips still parted a little as she looked up at him. His question made her smile a bit but she hesitated, glancing towards the door, knowing that if she said yes, that was it. Lily looked back to him and felt her will cave as his hands slid around from her waist behind her, caressing over her curves. Lily had never had sex before, but she wanted to now, with Derrick, and she decided that she didn't care if her parents found out. They were going to control all other aspects of her life, couldn't she have this? Lily nodded, licking at her lips a bit, "Yeah, show me the upstairs then."

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Derrick didn't know for sure how much experience Lily had but he'd had a fee encounters in his time and had a good idea of how to play it for the whole mutual benefit angle... of course he also didn't think he'd ever mistreat Lily but the baker was trying his best to focus more on what was going on right then over what might happen in the future. He grinned boyishly when she told him to show her the upstairs, nodding a bit before finally taking his eyes off of hers.

He released Lily after only a moment more, hesitant to do so but figuring the logistics were such that he couldn't maintain the embrace and move them about. He took the blonde by the hand and led her upstairs, quietly telling her to watch her head as she mounted the stairs and otherwise picking his steps carefully. At the top he let her hand go so be could pick up a candlestick, lighting it with a small match stick from a jar kept nearby. The little light illuminated a cozy but not cramped space, mostly open but with a walled off section further back.

"So... this is my living space..." he gestured to an overstuffed chair and small table set near a window. Hung from the wall were a few shelves holding well worn books as well as a small writing set, likely his ledgers and recipes. There was another window opposite the first, both open to let a breeze through, which set the curtains rustling gently. Derrick took the candle to a little lantern and lighting it to provide a little more light. He turned back to Lily and smiled at her, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of the gorgeous girl standing in his home... he cleared his throat and stepped in closer to her, "Do you like it?" Derrick's arms curled back around Lily, drawing her up close to him, "Course there's only the one chair, but there's a bed in the next room..." wait did he just say that? Derrick wanted to swallow his tongue but it was already out there. In for a penny, right?

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Lily followed him upstairs, holding up the front of her skirt with her free hand as they climbed the stairs so she wouldn't trip. She was feeling nervous and excited and anxious all at the same time, wavering back and forth between good and bad. She gave Derrick a shy smile when he let her go to light a candle and show her around briefly. "Very homey," she told him with a slight chuckle, "I like it." It was very small by the standards she was used to but it was still nice, and she knew he probably valued everything he had more than she or her family did with any of their possessions.

She grinned when Derrick wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, mentioning the bed in the back room. Her face turned a little red but his intention was very clear, and she knew exactly what she was agreeing to when she spoke. "Well... I'm very curious about that..." Lily purred as she leaned against him and gave him a warm look, "I think you should show me the whole upstairs." Lily was trying to seem confident and sure of herself but she was still blushing.

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"As do I, though it gladdens me to know it meets with your approval." Derrick could only imagine what trappings of life Lily was used to, since she had access to a private library filled with knowledge enough that she seemed to know a bit about everything and a lot about things Derrick hadn't even considered. She was fairly bursting with life and promise and just brightened everything when she was around... at least to his smitten, drink loosened wits anyway. In their short time together Derrick had come to value her presence and company and had already decided that no matter what, before she left again he'd ask her to stay.

She leaned against him with a look that fired him hotter than his ovens in the summer, drying his mouth and flitting his mind about like tatters on a breeze. Derrick grinned a bit and nodded, "Right. Right, so, it's uhm... over here." he led her over by the hand as if she might get lost and pushed open his bedroom door. The light from the little lantern lit the small room dimly, framing a lush (in his opinion) bed in shadows. A boxy trunk stood at the end and held his clothing, with several pairs of boots tucked in beside it, just beneath the edge of the bed. He had a painting on the wall that was shadowed too much to really see and a shuttered window let a bit of moonlight in as well.

He cleared his throat a bit and tugged Lily in alongside him, "And... this is my room. That's the house, except for the back... which you saw some of." his house and shop backed up to what was essentially a community yard, with a deeply dug outhouse that was mucked and cleansed twice per season except in winter and a communal cooking area for the half dozen or so families that shared the space. He often didn't need to prepare his own meals so long as he brought the last day's bread for sharing and Derrick was generous in that he often brought pastries and savories as well. The baker smiled down at Lily and drew her in again, one hand on the small of her back while the other rode her hip and he leaned in to kiss her again. Unlike the relatively chaste kisses they'd shared this was more deliberately an intimate sort, immediately deeper than before, his hands drawing her into the embrace more fully as it went on.

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Lily bit at her bottom lip and gave a shy smile as he lead her back with him, still holding her hand. Her opened the door to his bedroom and she felt her heart jumping nervously, her nerve starting to give out as she was confronted with the reality of her decision. She still wanted to of course, she wanted Derrick but it was nerve wracking nonetheless. She looked at his small bedroom for a moment then back to him when he cleared his throat and spoke before kissing her again. Lily returned it, able to feel the increased need in his lips as they meshed against her own firmly.

Her hands rested on Derrick's chest and gripped the fabric of his shirt lightly, kissing him. Her tongue brushed against his lips tentatively as they kept it up, before pulling away and looking up at him shyly. "Just so we're uh... on the same page here," she told him, swallowing nervously, "I uh... haven't... done this... before..." Lily told him, her face burning brightly in the low light of his flat.

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Lily pulled away to speak and Derrick watched her, adoring the shyness on her face, the way he could feel her heart pounding while they'd kissed. He paused when her words hit him though, "Oh... oh! Uh... well, er, I have... I mean, I'll be careful then..." there wasn't much Lily could have said that would have put him off really and if inexperience was her only concern, Derrick figured he could show her a few things. "Don't worry, I'd never do anything with you that you didn't want to do. Besides... I've never been with you, so I'd say we're both learning a bit tonight right?"

Derrick smiled and leaned in, but instead of going to kiss her lips again he brushed small kisses over her jawline and down softly onto her neck. The next time he spoke his voice was low, but he was tense with desire and taking his time where before he'd likely have been a little more direct, "Just... talk to me, if you like something let me know so I can keep doing it. If you don't, let me know and I'll leave off." he had some ideas about things that could make her head spin that sounded great to him. Derrick let his hands slowly roam up Lily's body, tracing her waist with one gently pressing to her chest, groping the woman boldly if carefully, "So we're on the same page... I'm going to make sure you never forget about me." Okay, bold words but he was nicely buzzed with a pretty girl. Derrick was definitely going to try to be a great partner.

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Lily bit at her lip as the baker considered what she'd just told him, not sure how he'd take it. It hadn't occurred to her until just then that he might have some sort of problem with that. She wasn't sure why he might, but she was feeling very vulnerable right then. So when Derrick didn't seem bothered either way she was relieved, smiling up at him. Lily sighed a little as his lips kissed along her jawline then onto her neck, her hands sliding along his shoulders slowly.

She blushed when Derrick insisted that she communicate with him, tell him if she did or didn't like something, feeling uncharacteristically shy. "A-alright," she murmured as her eyelids slid half shut, feeling his hands roaming her body through her dress. Lily swallowed nervously though when he told her that he never wanted her to forget him, "I could never forget you..." she whispered, her face burning brightly. "Come, help me get my dress off..." Lily murmured as she took one of his hands and drew him the rest of the way into his bedroom.

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He flushed at her words, taking them to heart and finding it a little bit difficult to focus on anything besides her just then... but Derrick supposed that was sort of the point then wasn't it? Derrick nudged the door closed, leaving the room lit only by the bar of moonlight streaming in from the window. He swallowed hard when Lily told him to help her with that dress, clearing his throat as he stepped up close and smiled at her, "Good..."

Derrick chuckled and stepped back slightly, shrugging out of his vest and laying it on the trunk, reaching down and hauling his shirt slowly up his stomach and over his head. Underneath his clothes Derrick was solid. He was thick through the middle in the way of a man who worked with his whole body and muscled in the slightly bulky way of a man his age who typically ate plenty of staple foods. He dropped his shirt on the vest, chuckling in a slightly self conscious manner. In the dim light of the room his rich dark skin drank the moonlight up even as he tilted his head a bit, studying Lily briefly.

Okay, he didn't want to blow it... he knew he couldn't be too eager, or too standoffish either. But then he was overthinking it! "I... uh... figured it'd take out some of the tension if I got a little naked first. How's... how's this?" he gestured vaguely to himself, trying to strike a good figure without making an ass of himself, but the light was catching every little contour of his physique, except where the smooth lines were marred by softly curling hair.

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Lily looked at the baker curiously as he stepped back a bit and started pulling off his own clothing first. The vest, then his shirt were gone in quick order and she found herself staring at his exposed upper body. Derrick was built like no other man she'd ever seen, there was nothing useless or purely aesthetic about his body. No, his body was built all from work and use, and it showed. Lily blinked and quickly looked back up to his face when he spoke, her cheeks burning in the monochrome lighting from the moon and its shadows.

"That's uh... great," she told Derrick, not sure what to say to that. Why would she mind him undressing like that? Lily cleared her throat and looked away so she could concentrate on her dress, undoing the laces that ran down her sides. She had had to put this on by herself and had made sure it was something she could do alone, though it was certainly still easier with someone else. "Can you help me pull this off over my head?" she asked Derrick once the laces were loosened, though it was still too structured to go down over her hips.

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Honestly Derrick didn't really do what he was doing just then... he had had a few flings when he was younger, who didn't? But he hadn't even courted a lady since inheriting the business, let alone bringing one home and undressing in front of her. Lily didn't seem to mind how he looked though, quite the opposite judging from how her eyes roamed, so Derrick felt his ego swell and the liquor kept his confidence firmly in place. As she unlaced her dress his breath caught for a moment, but then he figured out exactly what to do right as she spoke.

The baked grinned, "Sure. Sort of like opening a name day gift isn't it?" the man gently took hold of her dress and bunched it at her hips for a better grip, lifting it enough to bare her legs to the knee before readjusting. Derrick swept it up further, past her hips and over her belly, up over Lily's head but he paused for a moment while her arms were up and tangled, swooping in to kiss her again. He was all passion in that kiss, finishing with removing her dress and setting it behind her on the trunk with his clothes, his strong arms curling around the blonde while he teased his tongue past her lips.


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Samantha smiled. She was on her side, still naked and uncovered, hip sticking up. Her eyes widened a little, when it sounded like her father seemed to agree to do... something. "You can have me, daddy. No one will ever know." She leaned in and kissed his lips. One hand trailed down his chest until it reached his abdomen.

"May I take your shorts off, daddy?" She looked into his eyes. "I want to... go slow." She kissed him again, deepening it into something much more passionate.

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Frank was nervous as settled into a gentle rhythm of rubbing her thigh. She hasn't reacted like he thought she would. Though, what did he really expect? "Okay." He quietly said. A strange feeling of relief washing over him. Gently kissing her back his roamed higher up to her hip, giving it a gentle it squeeze. A growing bulge in his shorts more then obvious of what he really wanted to do. Hips raising slightly as she touched his abs, aching to be freed into her hands again.

Frank averted his eyes slightly as she asked him. Letting her kiss him again, the lust that has been building burning through into it. "Of course honey. Just... be... let daddy get used to this new way of loving his daughter." Hand stroking her hip as he gave her a quick deep kiss before slowly rolling onto his back. The lack of room pushing then even closer together, warm bodies quickly heading the tent.

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Samantha was in heaven. Kissing her father and feeling his hand on her made her purr. The hand on his abdomen eased lower, now that he lay on his back. She felt his hardness through the shorts and let her hand slide back and forth along the shape of his cock through the fabric. "You're so hard, daddy."

She sat up and over him, not yet removing his shorts, but letting her own bare sex press against the hard bulge. She rose a little higher and down until her big breasts were almost in his face. "I know, daddy. We'll find out together. I like it when you have your hands on me... and your mouth." A nipple was close to his lips.

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Frank still couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this. His breath catching as she stroked his cock. "You just feel so good sweety." Hips rising slightly as her sex pressed into him. The heat coming from her catching him off guard. _Jesus she's so hot. How long has she wanted to do this?_ Hands just resting on her thighs.

Frank has always known she was a busty girl, but in this position, they were much bigger then he thought. Hesitantly he leaned forward to her breast, planting a slight kids on the bud. A hand working is way up to the unattended one and giving it a gentle squeeze. Carefully he took her nipple into his mouth gently sucking on it as his hand gave the other a squeeze. Growing less careful as time went on.

Giving it a veer light bite he let go of the one in his mouth, a hand replacing it as they continued to work. Frank could really feel the heat and how wet she was through his shorts now. "H-how long have you wanted to do this honey? You're so hot and wet already."

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Samantha purred at the attention her breasts were given. If not entirely hard already, the nipples were now fully erect and elongated. She pressed the big breasts into her father's face, almost smothering him. She lowered herself again, nose close to his nose and her breasts against his chest. "If I told you, you'd think I was a total pervert. A long time."

She scooted down and down again, until she sat on his lower thighs. Her fingers moved for his shorts and opened a button. Again she trailed the shape of his shaft through the fabric. Finally, she pulled the shorts down, letting him help, until they were down at his ankles.

The teen was mesmerized by the sight of her father's hard cock, clearly loving it. "It's beautiful." She put her hand on it and started stroking him slowly. "Is this right?"

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Franks hands let go as she slid down, barely holding back another kiss as they were nose to nose. His mind letting go for the moment of how long with the tone of her voice. "I guess it doesn't really matter now does it sweety?" Laying his head back on his arm, calming himself as she scooted lower.

His body more then ready as she started to undo his shorts, her teasing finger bringing a smile as it tickled slightly. He slid his shorts down with her help, staying on his arms as the solace would allow as she started to stroke him. A slight feeling of pride as she seemed to love his cock. "Mhmm. Just like that sweety." Gasping slightly. "Have you ever done anything like this before? The way you hold it feels fantastic."

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Samantha shook her head. "No... just, you know, the Internet." She smiled and looked down at that magnificent hard cock again. "You don't mind me... playing with it for a while?"

Her moved slow. She loved how it was hard and soft at the same time. Letting her fingers trail lower, she gently cupped his balls too. They were mesmerizing and wonderful. A single finger trailed the length from base to tip, lightly touching the head. She leaned closer; there was a nice, manly scent. It was arousing. Samantha held the shaft again and for fun started stroking fast for a little while, then slow again. She looked at father's face once in a while to judge how he liked what she did.

She didn't know that she had the cutest expression on her face; young wonder mixed with womanly lust and desire. She chewed a little on her lower lip, when her tongue wasn't playing with her lips. "I want to taste it, daddy. Can I?"

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Frank's eyebrows raised slightly. Maybe she was just a natural at this? A part of him realizing if she was this great her first time, what she'd be like in a few months. "As long as you don't make it hurt." Catching his breath as she played with his balls, feeling then stir and strain on her hand. A loud moan escaping her as she pumped him faster, no longer holding back the fact he was enjoying this as he closed his eyes for a second.

As much as he wanted to stop, he was already part the point of doing so. His mind knew she was his little girl, but his body wanted to make her a woman. The way she looked the whole time, so eager to please and explore. He couldn't control it now, he wanted her to explore. "Mhmm. Just be careful sweety, don't take too much at once." Not realizing he was holding his breath in anticipation of it.

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Samantha leaned down until her breath was on her father's bare cock. She gave the side of the shaft a gently kiss. Then, a little lick. Her lips parted just a little, as they slid along the underside, up to the head. She looked up at his face before letting the head slip into her mouth, tasting him fully for the first time.

She slipped him out again and smiled. "Mmmmm... you taste good." The curious and excited teenager took the head back into her mouth, along with a length of his shaft. Her tongue and lips quickly adjusted to what she figured would be the 'right' way to do this; slowly bobbing her head up and down to please him. Her hands were on his thigh.

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Frank groaned in pleasure as Samantha ran her lips along his shaft, head going back as she took him in. "Oh, Jesus. That feels fantastic honey." Closing his eyes as she took more of him in, a hand running through her hair. "Mmm. Just like that honey." As inexperienced as Samantha was, the careful way she was sucking him off made up for it.

The building pleasure quickly turned into a shifting in his balls. "Sweety. Honey. You---you're going to make daddy cum." Words coming n with deep breaths as his toes curled,trying to hold it back so she wouldn't have to taste it. "Oh, God. I'm going to fill your mouth if you don't stop." His hand now griping her hair as he concentrated.

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Samantha loved every second of this. The feeling of a hot, throbbing cock in her mouth was amazing. Her mouth, getting more and more accustomed to the technique, took him deeper still. Once in a while, she let the shaft out and let it slide wetly across her face while her lips and tongue slid up and down his length and around the head. She sucked him again when he warned her that he was close. Happy that was able to bring him such pleasure, there was no chance in hell she was going to stop.

Samantha looked up at her father, her mouth still filled with his cock, and smiled with her eyes. She doubled her effort to bring him to a climax, one hand gently rubbing his balls while her head bobbed hard and fast. Only when she felt the fluid fill her mouth did she slow down, without stopping. She swallowed some of it, while some spilled out the corners of her mouth. But she kept going, slowly, until every drop was extracted.

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Frank sighed as she stopped for a moment, enjoying the view of Samantha nuzzling his cock. Frank groaned as she took him even deeper then before, moaning loudly. Eyes closing for a moment as he tried holding his organ back still. "Can't hold on, much longer." breathing heavily. Opening his eyes he looked down to see Samantha looking back, watching him as she blew him. She wasn't going to stop.

Frank smiled as as finally stopped holding back. "Oh, you little-" He moaned happily as his cock finally started to throb and give him release. He thought that Samantha would stop when he came, but was haiku suprized when she didn't. Very few woman can had been with would have let him cum in their mouth, fewer still kept going. He could only lean back and moan as she took every shot into her mouth. Finally stopping he looked back to her, his little girl sucking on his cock and leaking seed from her mouth. But he loved every part of it. "Mmmm. That's a look that fits you sweety." The feeling of vileness creeping into him, but not caring as much.

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Samantha cleaned her father thoroughly. When she was done, she scooted over and smiled proudly. She was very content at having pleasured him so much. She snuggled up close, until her breasts played over his chest. She rested her head on her hand and elbow. "I liked that!"

She snaked her bare leg over his. "We're absolutely going to have to do this again! Of course, I have other spots where that wonderful thing of yours might fit..." she bit her lower lip. "What do you think, daddy? Would you like to fuck me?"

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Frank just relaxed as Samantha finished and crawled back up to him. _We shouldn't be doing this at all, but that was fantastic! Maybe it wouldn't be bad if we did more?_ Without thinking reaching out to touch her breast. _She already agreed that no one would find out._ Looking away slightly as she asked him. "Well sweety, I think we both might want to." Looking back with a grin. _No one will ever know._

His hand squeezing her breast, "Though we have to be very careful. Maybe find another way so is not as risky to you." Finger gently going over her nipple. "Don't want to explain how a father and daughter went camping, and the daughter came back pregnant." Giving her a quick kiss, still able to taste a bit of seed on her lips. _There'd be nothing better then to fuck you right now though._

[User] "Well... I'm on the pill, daddy. I kinda hoped something would happen soon." She kissed him back. "So... the chances of something happening are pretty small. You can fuck me all you want." Samantha said the word 'fuck' with tons of sensuality. She shuddered a little when he played with her nipple, in a good way. She reached down and cupped his balls, playing with them, lightly. "Wanna sleep first or see if we can get you ready for more right away?"

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Frank sighed happily as she explained it to him, cock twitching slight from her caress. _Have to keep that in mind. Though I guess besides that it was the only thing holding me back besides taboo._ He thought. "Maybe we could try to get some sleep? That was a long hike and I don't want to wear my pumpkin out too much in one day." Stretching out as he spoke.

"Plus I don't think I'm going to be ready for a bit. After that fantastic had you gave me. I---I feel like we might not leave the tent for a bit tomorrow." Kissing Samantha on the forehead as he laid down, content with the day and agreement they'd come to. "Goodnight honey love you. "

Frank slept uneasily. His dreams going from what people would do if they found out, to how much he wanted her now. Replaying the day as if the could've been fucking. His body reacting to the dreams as he cuddled closer to her, blanket coming away slightly as he did. Body on full display as he slept, hands caressing Samantha's body to what was in his dreams.

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Samantha remained close to her father through the night; naked and tight. Until she fell asleep, she could still taste him in her moth; an erotic reminder of what they had done.

It was a good night's sleep. After all, they had hiked for miles and miles that day. The next morning, unlike the day before, Samantha was still asleep when her father woke up.

She wasn't dreaming. At least there weren't anything that she would remember upon waking up. Outside, there were the sounds of birds and the shift in the light and hue on the tent as the sun came up.

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Frank carefully rolled over onto Samantha. Not quite awake enough to realize that he was awake, but still dazed enough to boldly go like it was a dream. "Need... it. " He mumbled as he slipped between her legs, carefully spreading them. His hands ran up and down her legs, eyes taking in the beauty before him.

Quickly deciding he'd rather be doing more simply touching, he reached for her breasts, squeezing and kissing them. Giving some attention to her buds. Carefully sucking on one while gently pinching the other, switching slowly between. Frank couldn't believe his luck. A body like this at his will was something he'd all ways dreamed of, but had never thought his daughter would be the key.

Slowly some part of his mind was waking, realizing that as hard as he was he had to even out for what she'd done last night. Carefully mashing his way lower, a hand already snaking is way down. The feeling of her fine trimming signaling that he was going to give her something very pleasant to wake up to it she hadn't already. Kissing her thigh as he looked up to watch her face as he started to tease her lips, waiting for her reaction.

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Frank continued on at Samantha's request. Happily using the extra room for more pleasurable things. His hand slowly rubbing her lips, testing the hot flesh. Gently pushing deeper into her, already boy and wet. Slowly he set a gentle rhythm of thrusting in and out of her, kissing his way to her sex.

Without stopping kissing her sex, his tongue sought her bud out. His mind reeling at the sensations as he pleasured her, mind coming fully awake. Frank normally not one to enjoy it, but something was different. Everything just felt... right. The way she tasted, the fantastic scent. It just felt amazing.

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"Oh... darling daddy!" Samantha whimpered with pleasure. Her moans and whispered and breaths filled the tent. Hands clutched at the fabric of the sleeping backs underneath them and tightened into her fists. Little shivers raced up and down her spine as a warning of more powerful things to come.

Her mind was slipping into a state different from both sleep and awake; where this moment was all that mattered and everything else was gone. Soon, Samantha cried out, her body arching, as she climaxed. She called out 'Daddy', several times, until the tension released. Now, she was purring like a kitten, while panting to catch her breath.

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Frank slowed his actions as she came. Enjoying the gush of fluids as she called out for him. Removing himself with one final flick, he made his way up to face Samantha. A finger tailing on her abdomen as he waited for her to catch her breath, "Good morning honey." Idly getting some of the wetness from his face, her taste still in his mouth.

Stretching a bit as wrapped an arm around her. Kissing her on the forehead, "Hopefully you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed you?" As much as it bothered Frank ti here her call out daddy, it turned him on just as much.

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She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows and blew a loose strand from her hair away from her face. "Daddy... that was fantastic!" She kissed him on the lips, tasting herself. She reached down, letting her feminine fingers wrap around his hard shaft, stroking him lightly.

"You're going to have to put this lovely thing inside me, daddy. The only question is... now or after breakfast?"

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Frank groaned softly at her touch. Feeling divine as they kissed. He needed something. He wanted her. "Breakfast can wait." Passionately kissing her as he moved between her legs. Breaking off the kiss as he started to grind his member against her sex. "My little girl ready to become a woman?" Giving her another deep kiss.

Slowly he lived himself up, gently pushing into. Freak gasped at how tight she was. A fleeing feeling of worry growing before being pushed away by Samantha's moans. "Mmm. So tight honey." Pulling out slowly as he pressed deeper into her. _I'm fucking Samantha. My daughter. My own flesh and blood._ He thought as he finally bottomed out in her. Staying there for a few seconds, taking a nipple intimate his mouth and sucking hard. _At least it isn't some kind of scumbag._ Letting go of the hardened peak, breathing hard. "Can't believe I'm actually fucking you Samantha. You just feel so good." Setting into a slow steady rhythm.

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This was Samantha's first time. She had fooled around with items, but nothing of any size. Even so, there was more pleasure than pain. A lot more. And she was still very wet.

She spread er legs wider and tried to relax to accommodate him. She whimpered softly when he sank to the bottom of her. When he started moving, she gasped. "Oh daddy!" Her legs wrapped around his back. The wet sounds from their fucking filled the tent along with moans.

"We are." Samantha said, looking up at her father, having just let her hard nipple out of his mouth. "We're fucking so good. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, daddy."

[Assistant] Frank slowed as he felt himself starting to peak, he showed to a bare stop. Gently grinding into her as he calmed down a bit until he resumed the show stay fucking. "So what do you wanna do sweety." Breathing coming in ragged and mixed with moans. "You want to feel daddy cum all over you sweety?" Wanting nothing more then to pump her full of his seed right then and there, but not wanting to without her say.

[User] "Cum inside me, daddy!" Samantha cried. Her smooth legs wrapped tighter around him and her arms went around his neck, holding him close. She kissed his cheek and ear. Her breath grew faster and harder. Soon, she was moaning louder. She was so happy. This was bliss. This was her dream come true. "Fuck me hard..." Samantha purred. "Harder."

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"Oh fuck yes." Frank moaned as he gave a hard thrust into her. Staying at the same slow pace and he pounded into her, wet smacks coming from them with every thrust. Frank couldn't hold himself back much longer. How tight she held him, moaning in his ear as she cried for him. His thrusts started to get faster as his shaft thickened more then it already was, breaths and moans short and high.

"Oh, I-I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum." He moaned holding her tight as he finally came. Thick blobs of cum shooting from him that seemed to go on forever in his lust addled mind as he kissed her, pushing himself until he was fully in her and holding. Covered in sweat frank finally relaxed as he came back down, giving little pecks here and there all over her neck and chest. "That was fantastic baby girl." Smiling as he looked down at her. She was his now, and he loved it. Every little part of this.

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Samantha came hard! Her shapely body tensed and she cried out, loudly. Her legs tightened harder still around her father, holding him tight, while she rode out the orgasm. She finally let go of the clothes she had clenched in her fists and wrapped her arms around her father's neck instead. This was the best moment of her life!

"Mmmm... that was wonderful!" She whispered with love in her voice, softly in his ear. "My wonderful... handsome... strong and sexy daddy..." Her pussy continued to contract in pulses, milking every drop from him. She loved the little kisses, but leaned in to kiss him properly on the lips too. "I love you."

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Frank let out a loud sigh of pleasure as he removed himself from her. A slight feeling of cold coming over him as a bit of his cum came out with it. He moved a stray hair from her face and leaned on his side looking her over. His mind no longer seeing her as just a daughter but something more now too. "So, what would you like for breakfast, Sweety?" He asked, a hand going to her thigh and gently rubbing it with his knuckles. "We have some eggs and steak we could cook up. Maybe a few berries mixed in for a Mountain pie."

He gently moved around the small tent, trying to avoid squishing her too much as he reached around. Making his way through the opening, he started to get dressed. A pair of blue jeans and a black tight shirt. "We could find another trail then too after we're done." He said, finishing up getting dressed and getting breakfast ready. Soon he had a fire and breakfast was done. Quickly eating it and starting to go around preparing for the day.


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It happened every time Caesar got this close when they weren't training. Jojo's body tensed up. He didn't understand why. It was whenever the blonde man got too close or even touched him, he felt every muscle in his body go stiff and he even held his breath for a moment till he remembered to breath. It wasn't something that happened often, since the two didn't make a habit out of being too close during meals or sleeping. Most days, so far, they were too tired to do anything but pass out cold the minute they were done training. He'd thought it simply a reaction of having a stranger touching him the first time it happened, but by now, he trusted Caesar. They might not have known the most intimate details of each others lives, but as far as Jojo was concerned, Caesar was the only person in the world who could have an idea of what he was going through. There was Lisa Lisa, but she was more of a teacher than an equal.

He felt the prickle of Caesar's energy and every muscle in his body reacted. The brunette tensed and straightened his back a bit as he felt the mask start to come free. He could still feel the tips of Caesar's fingers brushing over his hair. The other smelled nice too. Where Jojo smelled like the city, all metal and thick; Caesar smelled like open water, light scented soap, and fresh air. He could smell it in Caesar's hair as the other man leaned over to get the placement of the strap.

Where Caesar was jealous of Jojo's ability to be naturally reckless, he was jealous at how easy being calm and rational was to Caesar. He was sure by the time the night was over, it was Caesar who would be making sure he wasn't locked up in a jail cell somewhere, "I'm not putting it back on. You're going to have to wrestle me and force it back on," he pulled the mask off and smiled. Jojo was tempted to throw it in the river, but he was sure Caesar wasn't above tossing him out of the boat and hitting him with the oar till he retrieved it, "You won't look so smug when I drink you under the table."

The air felt nice on his face. The mask left it warm and sweaty. The slight breeze over the river felt almost as good as a good whiskey sliding down his throat. He wanted a shot or two of whatever the city had to offer once they got through Caesar's initial plans to try to force some culture through his thick skull. For now, he enjoyed the freedom to breath without risk of suffocation. He carefully walked over to the edge of the boat and peered out over the soft waves created from their movement.

The breeze ruffled his messy, dark hair and the hem of his black, form fitting shirt. He tugged the opens of his fingerless gloves to pull them into a better fit. His blue pants hugged his muscular thighs and were tucked into his combat boots. He had clothes he could change into in his bag. Nothing fancy, but better than training stuff, "Think I got time to change before we get close enough for people to see me?" not that changing in public had really stopped him before, at least so long as no respectable women were nearby.

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Caesar was glad that Jojo couldn't see his face as he was fiddling with the mask. As broad shoulders tensed at the touch of his ripple, his gaze unconsciously drifted down to watch the movement, lips parting with a silent sigh. He realized that he was staring after a brief moment of lingering in that bent position and shook himself slightly, leaning back with a firm cough. It was strange---ever since the oil pit their relationship had shifted. They were closer than before after their combined efforts to pass the test, and certainly Caesar couldn't look at the other man in the same way as before. Was it a brotherly affection? Sometimes Caesar thought so, but other times he wasn't so sure...

"Either I'll force it back on, or Master will. You know I'll be gentler than her... but I'll still make you, Jojo." He grinned, folding his arms with all the cockiness of someone who was absolutely sure of his superiority. Sure, Jojo had a great deal of potential, but at the moment Caesar was positive that he'd hold the upper hand. But then the other man did have an uncommon lucky streak. "Psh, I am an Italian. There's no way you'll out-drink me."

He lifted a brow as Jojo asked about getting changed, waving a hand with a small nod. "Go ahead. We've got about ten minutes to reach the shore---no one will look anyway." He shuffled around on the boat, putting his back to the other man both to give some privacy and to hide the slight dusting of pink that had crept to his cheeks. "Hurry up, I don't want to be rowing by myself all the way..."

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Jojo had no doubts that Caesar might be able to get the mask back on him. He was sure he could take the blonde man if he tried hard enough. What he was sure of was that Lisa Lisa would without any doubts at all get it back on him. She'd probably take away his privilege to eat with it off if he fought her about it. She was a hard woman and he respected that, not that he'd ever tell her that, "You can certainly try," he said with a smirk as he tossed the mask aside, making sure to not let it go overboard. Jojo never passed up a chance to fight with Caesar. Using Ripple abilities to fight were nice for training, but it was good to just have it out hand to hand once in a while. Wrestling the Italian blonde man to the ground and trying to pin him as they fought over whether he would put that mask back on or not was a nice thought. He told himself that it was because Caesar was one of the few people in the world that stood a chance at a fist fight with him.

He hadn't bothered to wait for the other to turn away before he was stripping down. He tugged his shirt free, rocking the boat a bit as he worked on his pants. Jojo was proud of his body. He'd worked hard for every bit of it. Thick muscles lined every inch of his body. In no time, he was bare down to his toes. Stretching and enjoying the feel of the slight breeze over his body. Italy had nice air. Jojo wondered if there were nude beaches here. If he lived past current situations, he'd have to find out. Jojo didn't mind showing off his body.

The brunette man bent over, backside bare for the world to see, as he rummaged around his bag. He came from a well off family and his day to day clothing reflected that somewhat. They were the newest styles from the best stores, though he never took care of them the way he should have. They were always wrinkled and crumpled, "If you're so desperate for help, I could row naked. I'm sure that would make an impression on the locals when we get to shore," he smirked as he started tugging on a pair of wrinkled slacks, not bothering with underwear, "I bet I could get a few girls to faint," Jojo had a small ego about his body.

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Quickly, before Jojo could begin shamelessly baring everything to the night sky, Caesar plucked up the mask as it was carelessly tossed aside. With his back once again turned he carefully hid it away beneath the seat in order to shield it from the other man's mischief. He didn't put it past Jojo to do something idiotic with the thing, and while a part of him inwardly snickered at the idea of Lisa Lisa punishing him severely... a bigger part of him honestly didn't want Jojo to get into trouble.

It was difficult to keep his eyes averted as the boat started to rock slightly, the tell-tale thudding of fabric filling the blonde's head with pleasant images of what was right behind him. The temptation to steal a stealthy peek was almost overwhelming, but he couldn't possibly let Jojo see him---it would be difficult to explain that away, so Caesar decided to just indulge in a bit of imagination. He had seen the other man's upper body during the course of their training, and he was positive that the strong muscle had to continue elsewhere... shit, he really was getting lost in these imaginings. Dangerous and ill-advised. What would Lisa Lisa think?

"What? Don't be an idiot." He muttered, rolling his eyes as Jojo flaunted his ego. "The only impression you'd make is a bad one. Ladies enjoy a little more culture here than where you're from." Caesar wrongly assumed that Jojo's chatter meant that he was done, and glancing back over his shoulder to confirm. The sight he was confronted with made his breath catch in a rather loud cough, and he snapped his head back to the front of the boat, his cheeks a fiery shade of red. "Jojo! Don't you have any shame at all?"

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It wasn't as if other men hadn't seen him naked before, but it felt different when Caesar's eyes met his body for just a brief moment. He knew it had been an accident. He was sure Caesar was more interested in the women they might meet tonight. It wasn't as if Jojo didn't know men who were into other men. He'd seen far too many strange things in his life to find that off putting or strange. Society might not have been ready to accept such things, but Jojo had no issues with it. He knew very well where his own sexuality laid... so why did it make him feel embarrassed to know Caesar had seen him just then? He'd been willing to strip himself naked on an open boat, so he should have been prepared for someone to see him. But why did it have to be Caesar? Even for just a second. Was the reason Caesar turned so quickly because he was not only unimpressed with what he saw, but did he find it funny? Was Caesar more well endowed than himself? He'd never really studied other men or looked into what was average or not. He always assumed he was at or above average.

The thought that he was less than Caesar's equal was a little embarrassing. Yeah. That's what Jojo told himself it was. Mild jealousy. Not something that was uncommon for him to experience. "Shame?" he chuckled, brushing the whole thing off as if it didn't bother him in the least, "What's that? I've got nothing to be ashamed of."

Once he had his button up shirt on, untucked, and suspenders straightened, Jojo pulled on a hat over his messy hair and took up seat behind Caesar to do his share of the rowing. He could swear that Caesar's neck looked a little red when he could see it through the blonde hair. Was Caesar embarrassed of something? Maybe it wasn't what he'd thought before. Maybe Caesar was the one embarrassed by his size. There was no easy or comfortable way of asking about it, so Jojo kept his mouth shut on the subject, "Listen, I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I really do appreciate what you're doing for me tonight. It's hard not to think about what's going to happen in a few weeks. I really just want to do anything I can tonight to forget all about it for a few hours. Even if that means drinking till I black out. My grandmother told me that your grandfather told my grandfather that he knew how he was going to die and he was unafraid of it happening. I can't imagine how much courage it took him not to just shut down and lock himself away to prevent it. If even a drop of that is in you Caesar, then I know you're the only one who can really help me through this. You're my partner, right? You have my back and I have yours? Even if it kills us?"

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It really was true that Jojo had nothing to be ashamed of. The man had a physique that most people could only dream of: toned muscle, thick dark hair with matching eyes, full lips that could pout so perfectly whenever he was annoyed (which was often). Caesar could write a book on all the things that made his companion a gorgeous sight, but that would make things awkward between them, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was the womaniser; the one who always got the girl and swept her off her feet---imagine if suddenly that image was thrown out the window?

Jojo would probably have idea what to do. At best he would bumble through some vaguely-reassuring words about how his preferences were okay---at worst it would create a distance between them that would put a strain on their friendship. It was difficult for Caesar to not be honest about his feelings, but the potential fallout was just too much to think about. But... damn if it was a guilty pleasure whenever he was Jojo half-naked during training.

He heard the man settle in behind him and coughed, leaning back to peer over his shoulder at a now fully-clothed Jojo. "Hey... you don't need to thank me. If we're being serious for a bit... I think you deserve a good night out, Jojo. You've been working hard and... I suppose there's been some progress." He grinned, reaching back to briefly give Jojo a friendly squeeze on one broad shoulder, lingering for maybe a little longer than was necessary before resuming his rowing.

"Our families seem bound together whether we like it or not... but there are worse people to be bound to than you. I an your partner, so that's something you don't need to worry about, if that helps any." He chuckled, glancing back to give a roguish wink. "Still, I don't plan on dying easily, so you'd better not either."

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Did Jojo really deserve anything? He didn't know much about Caesar's history. They really only knew what was known to them as a family. But he was sure Caesar could read him like a book. A rich boy who had wanted for every little in life. Someone who was used to having things done and going his way. Meanwhile, he couldn't deduce much about Caesar in their time together. Other than being extremely good with women and more advanced at ripple techniques, Caesar was a mystery to the brunette. Jojo kind of wished sometimes that he was better at hiding who he was like Caesar could. The blond man and Lisa Lisa were two of the only people he'd met in his life that he couldn't figure out on sight.

It took a moment after Caesar was finished speaking for him to catch the little jab that had been aimed at him. Some progress. He smirked as he caught the wink, "Oh, we won't go down easy on each other. Though I do think I could run circles around you. You're just too damn cocky," which was funny, since Jojo was generally the one people considered to be the cocky one, "But I'm going to drink you under the table tonight," best to gear the conversation back to more pleasant things. Jojo wanted to enjoy his night of freedom.

"When we get to town, the first drink is on me," Jojo smiled wide and took up his share of the rowing, his arm muscles tensing as he cut the oars through the water. Jojo was proud of his body, "Though if you get me drunk enough, fast enough, all the drinks might be on me. Just a little warning, I get handsy when I'm drunk. I'm a bit of a hugger. I wonder if the women here slap as hard as the American women. Don't let me wonder into any brothels. Grandma will kill me before these rings do if she finds out I was in one of those," Jojo was fond of a good night in bed, but he'd never paid for it. He knew his grandmother would find out. He didn't know how, but she would and she would make him regret it, "Hell, she might find a way to raise the dead just so she can kill me again. Hey, we're almost to shore," between the two of them, it was an easy trip, "Where are you going to take me first, Dear Caesar?"

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Caesar snorted quietly at the idea that he was the more cocky one out of the pair of them. Granted, he had a little bird of pride in his abilities, but Jojo took that pride and ran a mile with it. The way he talked back to Lisa Lisa, you'd think he was the greatest in the world. Sometimes that attitude drove Caesar up the wall and made him want to wring his bloody neck... but more and more he couldn't help but find it charming. That little Jojo smirk was so...

_Argh, stop!_ He shook himself as Jojo resumed his half of the rowing, focusing his gaze on the rapidly-approaching pier in order to avoid staring at the man's working arms. He considered himself to be in prime physical shape, but Jojo was bigger than he was, with muscles that could sweep any girl off their feet---or any blonde for that matter...

_Damnit, enough!_ His thoughts were out of control, but thankfully Jojo was terrible at reading him. His secret would be safe. "I won't refuse a free drink---and the women here will beat you to a pulp if you get handsy. I'll just have to keep you under control, and obviously out of brothels." He chuckled, blinking towards the shore. "Café Rosso will be our first stop. I think it'll be your scene---it gets busy and bustling, and the drink is good too." He nodded firmly, sparing just a little glance sideways at his companion.

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"Cafe Rosso. Sounds nice," busy and bustling. Two things he liked. Jojo liked movement. He liked touching and watching people. Interacting with them and being around them. He wanted Caesar to see the world the way he did tonight. To just let go of everything and enjoy life. To live it up the way he did back home, even if that did land him in trouble quite a bit.

The cafe was nice, as he was expecting. Everything here seemed so different from home and he found he was liking it. The women were different, the drinks were different, the conversations were different, and he had his new best friend here with him to guide him through it all.

It was just past nightfall and Jojo was already three drinks into something the counter tender kept giving him. It tasted like candy and was easy to drink. He didn't even realize just how strong they were. Already his cheeks were flushed a pale pink from how the alcohol was making his blood rush. He threw an arm around Caesar's shoulders and tugged the blond man close, "Where can we go dancing, Caesar?" he was louder than usual. He didn't want to dance, but there were always good people where there was good dancing and good music.

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Rosso was always busy, and Caesar had been positive that his raucous companion would enjoy the atmosphere. Sure enough, he watched as Jojo began to unwind and (hopefully) forget his problems for a few precious hours. They never really spoke about the ominous cloud looming over their heads in the form of ancient deities but he knew how it weighed on the other man's mind---sometimes he'd catch Jojo looking off into the distance when he thought no one was looking...

Argh, he was thinking too much. He needed to unwind too, and he took a deep breath as he hovered at the bar, sipping a bit more conservatively at the sweet-tasting cocktails. Had Jojo ever had them before? It hadn't struck Caesar that the man might have only had beer or spirits. Never mind. He'd cross that bridge when they reached it. "Aah, Jojo!" He stumbled as he suddenly found himself pulled against a broad chest, clearing his throat loudly and promptly pushing himself away. Damn his perfect physique.

"Dancing? I'll take you to Escapade." It was a vibrant club in the deeper district where things tended to be a little louder. Caesar wrapped an arm around the other's waist to help him walk as they headed out of the cafe. "You drink too fast, look at you..." He glanced sideways and sighed to himself. A drunk Jojo would do him no good---too much temptation for one evening... so why was he encouraging it?


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Michael Kinkaid was feeling pretty pleased with himself---pleased enough that he didn't even mind answering his own phone calls for the morning after his morning office worker had mysteriously fallen "sick" just in time to give herself an extra day of fall break with her wife, who was still in school working on a Masters. Ochre Umbrella Publications was a nationwide production, but since Ochre Academics---the unit responsible for textbooks and other academic volumes, and the unit for which he was the President and Publisher---was based in a University town, it made sense to prioritize recent graduates from the university for entry-level positions.

The publishing firm had talked about sponsoring a scholarship for some time---it just made sense, from a PR perspective, and the board agreed---but the person in the job before him had never done much with it other than tossing a few hundred to the English department for a books scholarship. When he'd been promoted to the position, he'd invested a great deal of time in coordinating with the school to formulate a full tuition, room, and board need and merit-based scholarship for a deserving student, and had put in plenty of extra hours outside of work to hand pick a candidate. In addition to the formal essays and interviews, there had also been an additional, private interview with his representative---a nice older woman named Deb---to make sure that the final recipient understood that the Ochre Award wasn't just free money; there were strings attached. Ropes, to be exact.

The Ochre Award recipient would agree to devote the first week of his or her school breaks (in the instance of summer and winter breaks) or full breaks less than a week to working with the President of Ochre Academics. The clandestine meetings had made it clear that the work was, perhaps, more intimate than one might expect. With the fall break spanning a Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Michael was eager to finally meet the award recipient in person. They'd exchanged communications---he'd asked for her measurements, had her fill out information about allergies or medical conditions---but they'd never met in person.

Michael checked the clock---five---took one last look around his office to make sure everything was in its place, and headed out to the reception area. It was calm and understated, a tidy desk across from a couple of overstuffed chairs. The office was in a suite of the local Ochre Publishing branch offices, sharing the tenth floor that was dominated by Ochre Amazements, the branch of the company devoted to motivational, self-help, and other similar kinds of literature. His office wasn't hard to find, located in the short hall behind the reception desk, but no need to make their recipient wander the halls looking when he had the opportunity to get a first impression of her walking in.

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"Clothes you're comfortable getting dirty," Mya muttered to herself, reading her invitation, or rather instructions, for the 100th time on her phone while waiting for the elevator to reach number ten. "Neat and clean," she continued, failing to discover any more information this time around than the 99 times before. Shutting the phone off, she glanced down at her outfit, waffling for the millionth time on whether it was the appropriate one. The invitation had not suggested that she need to dress formally, and the idea that she might need to "discard" her clothes also suggested staying away from anything nice. After all, she was not trying to lose money on this venture. And yet it had seemed ludicrous to show up for this... event...? dressed in yoga pants and a hoodie. Mya had decided on a pair of jeans, olive green, not too skinny yet a good fit. Besides yoga pants, they were probably the cheapest pants she owned and the least likely to get stained. Still, they looked decent. She wore a simple, short-sleeved, scoop-necked top and had covered that in a black leather jacket. And she hadn't bothered with makeup. She rarely did, but given the creepiness of that note, she hadn't felt like putting any effort in for her weirdo benefactor. She'd packed some other clothes, in case she was way off in her estimates of what to wear this weekend.

This summer, when she'd bit the bullet and signed up for this scholarship, Mya had a pretty good idea it was going to involve sex. She was no dummy. And given the absolute impossibility of her getting to go to this university, or any she cared to go to, without a scholarship like this, she'd made her decision. Her parents' lives were a mess---they made enough money between the two of them that she got hardly any financial aid, and yet seemed incapable of ever getting her a check in time. She'd basically run her own life for years, and fuck them, but even though she worked like a dog there was no way she could pay for a private university. And even though she was smart as a whip, she clashed with her teachers and slacked on her work too often to get the kind of merit-based scholarship she needed. She knew she was going to go somewhere, do something huge with this degree---real life was her place, not school. But first she had to get it. And if it meant fucking a sugar daddy a few times, it was probably going to be better than the job she had last summer.

Stepping out of the elevator, Mya followed the arrows towards Ochre Academics, her low-heeled shoes clicking on the floor. She held a small suitcase in one hand, a bag slung over her shoulder, hair pulled back in a pony tail. And pepper spray in her jacket pocket. She knew she was walking into some sort of Indecent Proposal scenario, but she was prepared in case it turned out to be more like Eyes Wide Shut.

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Michael had stationed himself at the reception desk, ostensibly still working---he had proofs in front of him to approve cover designs for the student and instructor editions of the new language line, but it was more rubber stamping the art department's work than anything too personally taxing. It wasn't that he didn't put effort into his job; he worked hard. In part, though, a good chunk of his work was about delegating effectively. And, well, he'd put in additional hours all week knowing he'd have a busy weekend in front of him.

He felt like a kid waiting for Santa Claus. Michael had dabbled in the kink scene most of his life, and had certainly had an interest long before he was old enough to have proper names to call the things he liked imagining. He'd had at least his fair share of willing partners who allowed him to fulfill a wide variety of fantasies and who he'd helped to fulfill their own in turn, and he was generally very pleased with his own personal life in that regard. He didn't think of himself as a particularly attractive man, but he stayed in good shape---his pool of eligible romantic partners might've started to narrow as he drew closer to 40 than 30, but finding a woman to play with wasn't difficult.

Finding a woman to do everything he wanted to do, though, was harder. Oh, there were always young women new to the community who thought they wanted to try everything and didn't have any limits, but invariably they also didn't really have much working knowledge, and Michael was allergic to anyone who had so little common sense. What he wanted was someone young and pretty, but intelligent enough to be interesting. The scholarship, miracle of miracles, had made his way. He'd been planning their weekend in... private moments for months, and waiting the final few moments was very possibly going to kill him. When the door to the suite opened, Michael looked up. The girl---young woman, he supposed---was even prettier in person, though she clearly hadn't put much effort into the look. That was fine; she'd followed instructions. His smile was polite as he peered up at her from his seat behind the reception desk, curious to see what she'd do. "Hello, welcome to Ochre Academics. What can I do for you, Ms...?"

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Mya glanced left and right, and then back to the reception desk behind which an older man sat. The offices seemed empty, and it was a bit disruptive itself to see a man at the desk---as entrenched as the culture of masculinity was in America, you almost never saw a man working at a reception desk. They'd let women into the board room, sure, but see if you could convince a man to demean himself. Mya saw an essay practically writing itself as she contemplated this, but her silent academic work was interrupted by the man's voice.

Stepping slowly towards the desk, Mya assessed the situation. She didn't know what Mr. Kinkaid looked like, exactly, but she could put clues together. However, she decided to play it straight and professional. Set the tone from the first moment, and while she wasn't exactly sure what that tone should be, she wanted it to be collected. "I'm here to see Mr. Kinkaid. I have an appointment," Mya told the man, her phone slipped away and holding her bag with both hands in front of her. "My name is Mya Williams."

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Michael appreciated her straightforwardness. She seemed comfortable in the setting, he decided---that wasn't particularly relevant to his interest in her for the moment, of course, but he put the information in his back pocket. She'd graduate eventually, and it was always a good idea to keep an eye on potential future employees.

"Of course. Ms. Williams," he confirmed, saving his work on the server before standing and offering his hand for a shake, watch flashing on his wrist. He was dressed neatly, suit tailored, blue dress shirt sans tie in his only concession to the technical end of the workday. "I'm Michael Kinkaid. It's nice to meet you, and I know the rest of our representatives for the scholarship program are looking forward to meeting you at dinner this evening."

He stood and pushed the chair in, walking around to the edge of the reception desk. "We'll step back to my office if you'll follow me. How is your semester going?"

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Mya narrowed her eyes, not believing for a second this professional front the man put on. She shook his hand, of course, and mentioned that she was looking forward to meeting the scholarship committee, but none of that matched what she imagined this weekend was about. She did not let her guard down one bit, but she did follow him towards the office, feeling a bit awkward carrying an overnight bag in such an environment, as if she were going for an interview with it.

"The semester has been wonderful," she answered, eyeing him sideways. He was quite a bit taller than her. "Of course it's mostly introductory classes and prerequisites, but still I find the professors here are as good as I thought they would be. I have to thank you, of course, for allowing me this opportunity." The last part came naturally to her---to someone who had to beg, steal and borrow her way up the ladder. But knowing the twisted agreement she'd been forced to sign for the opportunity, the words came a bit hollow.

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Michael noted that the young woman wasn't making any particular effort to keep the suspicion off her face. That was okay; she had reason to be suspicious. He certainly would've been in her shoes. Besides, he much preferred the truth of her suspicion to an attempt to lie about what she was feeling---he'd be getting to know her very intimately in a relatively short time, so starting from a place of artifice was kind of pointless. "I'm glad," he said. "It's a very good school, and you're very welcome. We're sure you have a bright future ahead of you," he said with a genuinely warm smile. He'd picked someone fuckable and desperate enough to agree, yes, but he wouldn't have given the award to someone who he didn't also believe genuinely deserved it.

"Remind me what you're studying again, please?" he asked as he pushed open the heavy door labeled with his name. His office was tidy and roomy, warm colors with books lining one wall, a large desk, a conversation area across the room in front of windows with vertical blinds angled to let in light but minimize visuality, and a simpler chair with arms just inside the door with his messenger bag parked on it for the moment. He picked the bag up and stepped behind his desk, opening a door there to a closet and tucking it inside. "You can go ahead and put your things on one of the chairs," he said, nodding towards them. "Do you need anything? Water?"

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"I'm majoring in political science. My plan is to do the pre-law program and move straight into law school," Mya answered. This part came easy to her, she loved to talk about her ambitions. She loved to show people she was not some lucky scholarship kid taking what she could get, but a woman with real plans. That part was easy. Watching Mr. Kinkaid put his bag in the closet and move about his office, with her not knowing what exactly to expect, this was the hard part.

She walked over to the sitting area and put her bag down in one of the chairs. She glanced out the blinds at what she could see of the view, peered at his book shelves, examined what he had on his desk---generally attempted to piece together some idea of who exactly it was she was about to be stuck with for the weekend.

"I'm all right," she responded to him indicating the water bottle strapped to the side of her bag. Like every girl she knew, it went with her everywhere, if only to avoid having someone slipping something in it. She stood awkwardly by the chair, unsure if he intended them to sit down here. Was this another interview? She found she really had no idea what to expect. Hanging out in his office certainly wasn't what she imagined he'd intended to use her time on. "So what's next?" she asked, finally, fiddling with the strap of her bag but giving him a defiant look.

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"Ah, yes," Michael said with a smile. "I remember your essay. Impressive. If you decide to go into trademark law I wouldn't be surprised if Ochre's corporate offices found a place for you." He wasn't trying to charm his way into her pants---frankly, he didn't have to---but he did know that the company would likely get a kick out of hiring someone it had helped through school if she turned out to be as promising as she seemed likely to. Mya was, after all, an impressive young woman.

The publisher leaned against his desk, letting the young woman look around a bit. There wouldn't be anything to find. His office was for work, the shelves covered with academic books he'd published, his desk neat and empty save for a jar of pens, a desk calendar with quotes from old movies, his computer, and a sample book with post-its marking questions he needed to deal with before it went out to schools as promotional materials. All the interesting stuff was in the closet... and maybe the drawers.

He nodded. He'd been giving her a chance to stall---he liked her better for failing to take it. "Well," he said, taking the plain chair and moving it so it was next to his desk, as if he was going to ask her to look at something on his computer with him. "We'll be leaving for dinner from here, and I have appropriate clothing for you, but unfortunately I have some work I need to finish up before that, so I'm going to ask you to grab a seat here. Facing backwards in the chair, please," he added.

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When Michael suggested she might join his firm doing trademark law, Mya smiled---but the smile only reached her lips. Her jaw remained tightly clenched and her eyes hard. "I will be going into international criminal law, with a focus on human rights... so not trademark law," she told him, not even bothering to keep the smugness out of her voice. He'd already won by arranging this "scholarship", she knew that, but she wasn't about to sit here and pretend she wanted to trademark his company's stupid projects. Mya was going into school to make a splash on the world, not to sit in a corner office pushing papers, looking for ways to get your twisted nuts off.

Nevertheless, as he drew out the chair, Mya walked over. She did not rush like she was eager to please, she walked slowly, but not so slowly as to suggest she was going to balk at the deal they had made. However, he did see her freeze in the act of seating herself as he told her to sit backwards. One hand on the back of the chair, she stood still looking over at him with a suspicious squint of her eyes. "Backwards," she repeated, not hiding the fact that the very word sounded stupid to her. "You want me to sit backward in the chair. Like this?" she asked, shaking her head as she said it, and sitting with her legs spread around the back of the chair. She couldn't keep her reaction off her face of how ridiculous that seemed to her. She supposed she should have assumed he was some sort of fetish freak---who else would arrange something like this? Maybe he wanted to look at her elbows or something. Mya struggled to hold in a giggle at the thought, settling herself on the chair.

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The tone of her voice---so self-assured, so certain that her work mattered and his didn't---was grating, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. Everyone who went into law and medicine wanted to save the world; it made a great anecdote when they were interviewing for jobs that would give them health insurance later. Publishing was at least honest work that put money in the pockets of artists, it wasn't like he was suggesting she sign her life away to the pharmaceutical industry. Still, he could allow a little smarminess for the moment; it was inevitably at least partially evidence of nerves.

Michael let out a bark of a laugh at her facial expression, like he'd asked her to climb an elephant. He watched her sit down, looking positively suspicious as she settled into the position. "Exactly like that," he affirmed, walking around her and opening the bottom drawer to pull out what looked like two small leather belts before squatting in front of her. "I'm going to strap your legs down here," he said. If she allowed him, he'd use the straps to secure her ankles to the legs of the chair. If she resisted... well, he'd figure it out.

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Mya looked up at him, looked down at the belts hanging in his hands, and then back up at him. She supposed this is what perverts looked like, just ordinary guys, but still it was a bit of a surprise. He wasn't good looking, exactly, but he wasn't some creepy fat guy. He didn't even have a mustache. But she looked down at those belts and wondered exactly what would come next.

She took in a deep breath, biting back whatever reply was bursting to come out. That was the reply she'd give to a boyfriend who tried this shit. Or to a guy in a bar who suggested it. But that wasn't exactly the situation she was in now, was it. No, she had signed a contract saying this creep could do what he wanted. And she was banking on the terms of that contract, which also specified no real harm would come from her. He might do something creepy, but he wasn't going to murder her. Not when she had a copy of the contract with his name all over it.

"Okay, strap away," she told him finally, deciding that nonchalance and dismissal were the weapons of the day, not resistance. She stared out the window behind his desk as if it were much more interesting than whatever it was he was planning.

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There wasn't too terribly much of a rush, so Michael didn't push her for an answer or swoop in before she'd finished deciding how she wanted to react to the restraints in his hands. It was the last chance she had, really, of potentially resisting in any kind of meaningful way. Of course, he had a copy of her signed contract in the drawer if she wanted to resist too meaningfully, but shy of that, he could afford to be a little patient.

Her facial expressions and breath told him that she wasn't thrille about the situation, but she agreed, and he smiled warmly at her as if she'd agreed to order his recommendation off a menu. His movements were sure and practice as he fastened her ankles in place snugly---not so tight that bloodflow was threatened, but snugly enough to hold her in place. He didn't bother talking her through the next step as he grabbed two more straps from the desk and walked behind her.

"I'm going to need you to bend backwards with your hands on the ground," he explained, helping her into the position and securing each of her wrists to the chair leg nearest it so she was left with her back bent over the seat of the chair. "Now, I have work I need to get finished before we can properly enjoy our weekend," he explained, spinning the chair around so her head faced the wall behind his desk. He picked up a pair of scissors. "And I'm going to ask you to be quiet for me while I do it." He slid the scissors to the collar of her shirt and began snipping straight down the middle.

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Mya had understood the purpose of the ankle restraints, and expected perhaps a hand up her leg afterward---something taking advantage of the fact that she could not close her legs. What she got instead was not something expected at all.

She listened at first to his directions, not sure she understood them, but trying to be cooperative. It was, after all, what she had signed up for. She kept bending back, bending back, and it wasn't until she was hanging off the front of the chair, her head lolling free, that she realized what exactly he wanted. She tried to catch herself with her hands but he had quickly taken those from her and tied them to the chair legs. Her head wobbled, her neck muscles already struggling to hold her head up as every other bit of her body was pinned into place. She tried to watch what he was doing, but her head kept falling back, looking for some sort of relief. She heard his voice, but could barely follow it, her whole world disoriented as it spun around her eyes.

"What the hell," Mya muttered as she felt the cool steel on her chest. Yanking her head up enough to see, she watched the mild man cutting her shirt in two, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. Mya attempted to muster a protest--"What the hell, can't you just take it off"--but its power was muffled by the fact that her neck gave out and her head flopped back before she could even start a tirade. She breathed in hard, feeling her shirt disappear, but no matter how hard she tugged her bonds, she couldn't move. She had imagined before what bondage would feel like, and how frustrating it would be not to be able to move your hands where you wanted, or to stand up and walk. But this position, this was infinitely more frustrating than simply sitting with your hands bound. Mya twisted, trying to find some way to control her body but she could not. It was at his mercy. She closed her eyes and breathed hard through her nostrils, trying hard to control the panic that was building.

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Michael was pleased that the brunette didn't resist or argue as he got her into what was, admittedly, likely a less-than-comfortable position. It certainly had its purposes, though. It was nice to look at, for one, and gave him a little bit of information about her flexibility. The need to let her head hang back loosely was also intended to help Mya start processing the idea that she wasn't in charge for this weekend---while she had to have been driven and self-sufficient to get this far in life, this was a weekend where she would need to let herself go fully into someone else's hands.

"Shh," he admonished as he finished cutting, flicking the two sides of the shirt aside to reveal her torso. "I don't want to take it off, and if you chose to ignore the instructions and wore something you were afraid to lose that isn't my fault." Michael's tone wasn't sharp, just matter-of-fact; he'd given her the information she needed not to ruin any clothing items she cared about.

He stood back for a moment, unabashedly enjoying the view as the young woman tested her bonds, watching her body move and stretch and strain. The publisher reached over for the top of the chair and spun the whole thing around so her head was pointing towards the wall behind his desk and he could reach her from his desk chair. There was work to do, but she also had a lovely body---no reason not to mix business and pleasure. He pushed the cups of her bra down and out of the way as much as possible, scooping her breasts out on top of them, then exploring them both, gently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

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The moment was too intense, too uncomfortable and new, for her to find any eroticism out of the man's touch. Instead she felt only the keening vulnerability that the position put her in. He pushed back her bra and her arms strained at the bonds, wishing to cover herself. She could not though, could not even move them an inch, and so when he began to toy with her nipples and flesh, she arched, and pulled, and groaned in despair. Yet nothing she did prevented him from doing what he wanted. Mya fell back against the chair, breathing hard, head hanging in defeat. "You bastard," she grumbled, halfhearted, out of breath.

It was clear, in the way he took her shirt off, that Michael, Mr. Kinkaid, was determined to show her who was in charge. He cut it open, ruined it, just so she realized what kind of situation she was in. Closing her eyes again, Mya composed herself. Every time she lost her temper it probably just turned him on, she realized. And made him feel like he was winning. Breathing deeply through her nose, Mya chose to ignore the sensations of her body bent backward, the sensation of his hand on her. Instead she began rehearsing the vocabulary from her microeconomics class.

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The goal wasn't---yet---to arouse her; instead, Michael simply wanted to explore what was available to him and to go ahead and set a tone for their time together. He considered himself a generous lover with those who he saw romantically, even those he liked to play somewhat rougher games with, and he was sure they would agree. Part of the allure of this arrangement, however, was that he didn't have to be generous in his intimacies. Michael had been generous in setting up the scholarship, generous in the time invested in fundraising and underwriting an working on making it possible for a student to get a good education without student loans or part time employment. The very occasional school break didn't seem like so much to ask in exchange.

Mya had agreed to the terms set forth, so her struggles were surprising... but not, he found, unwelcome. The struggling of the lithe body was erotic in its own way, but he *tsk*ed at her cursing, squeezing the nipples between his fingers a little more tightly.

"I've asked you to be quiet twice now. I really do need to get some work done," he said, reaching over to his desk and pulling out a simple plastic pen, "and I can't do it if you're complaining. If you make more noise in this position we'll have to try another that won't be quite as restful. Now, since you seem to have trouble remembering that you need to be quiet for me to work, I'm going to ask you to hold this pen between your teeth to remind you," he said, pressing the barrel against her lips so---should she accept it---it would force her lips open, teeth apart.

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Mya was attempting to reach a calmer place of surrender, but this guy kept pushing. Just when she had finally given in to his playing with her breasts, he moved on to a new demand, complete with a looming threat of something worse. Worst of all, Mya's first instinct was always a verbal retort, and she literally had to bite down in order to keep the next one from slipping through her lips. Mya had never been a woman who put up with anything, or sat silently, but it seemed this weekend she was going to need to start working on it. s he didn't doubt that this creep could continue to come up with worse positions to put her in, all in the name of the scholarship she needed so badly.

Breathing in deep through her nose, Mya swallowed a surge of degradation at the way he poked the pen at her mouth. It almost seemed it would have been less demeaning if it had been some sort of sex toy or gag. But instead the college girl was opening her mouth to accept a cheap ballpoint pen in her mouth. She bit down on it with the anger of a girl in an untenable position who did not dare to complain. With it clamped between her teeth she stared wordlessly at the wall behind her, upside down, amazed at the situation she had found herself in. She'd imagined a terrible weekend in a lot of ways, but not this way. Definitely not this way.