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Jamie sat in her office dressed in her stockings, black dress, and expensive jewelry. She signed away on papers that needed signing. She took a call from one of the investors of the company who informed her that they wanted to see a 3% growth in sales the next quarter. She told them, "Yes, of course, we'll do our best." Hanging up, Jamie sat back in her seat, sighing. She looked around her office, frustrated.

Walking to her door, she exited it and looked at her assistant's desk. Smirking she walked over to his desk and knocked twice on the wooden table to grab his attention. Once he looked at her, she beckoned him with a finger into her office. Walking ahead of him she waited for him to enter and locked the door behind him.

"Hello Doug, how are you... feeling today?" She asked as she walked behind him to a closet. She was in the mood to really let out some frustrations so she opened the closet door to take out some of her toys she used on Doug her pretty boy assistant. Jamie was so glad to hire him 3 months ago. It took a while for him to let her do what she wanted with him. But once she threatened to fire him, he seemed to put up with her sexual torture.

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Doug knew that Jamie was pretty busy for most of the day, which made him glad. The more time she needed to spend on other things, the less time she could spend on torturing him. And the less time she could spend on using him as her toy, the more time he had to actually work, and hope to impress everyone enough to earn a promotion, so he wouldn't be stuck with her for much longer. But for now, he just had to grit his teeth and think of other things every time she decided to bully him.

Apparently, her work was done, as she came over to his desk and knocked on it. He looked up at her, and saw her beckoning him. He knew what was about to come. He sighed, and stood up, making sure to put his work into his desk, and lock it, so nobody could get the idea to take credit for his work, or just to ruin it to mess with him. He walked after her, and kept his look down, although he did make use of one of the very, very few positives his work position had: At the very least, Jamie had body which wasn't all too bad to look at.

At her question, he had to stop himself from saying. 'Rather well, until you came along. Say, could you do me a favour, and use those toys to torment yourself rather than me?', instead going with the much more appropriate. "I'm feeling fine, ma'am."

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"Good, that is very good." Jamie then turned around with handcuffs in her hand. "Sit," she ordered pointing to the coffee table in front of her desk. Jamie would watch as Doug walked over to the table and sit on it. Jamie loved playing with Doug. He was so much stronger and masculine than the others. But he looked so, so fine. She thought back to a meeting she had last week in which he sat next to her, and she touched his penis through his trousers the entire time. His face was a face of sheer determination. He did well. And now she wanted to reward him.

"So here is the gist, I'm going to play with your cock today. And if you're good I may just let you cum all over that table. If you're bad, then you'll be working the rest of the day on a very pink and red ass. Understand?" And to prove her point she took out a wooden paddle that was quite large and placed it on the table behind him.

"Now, unzip the trousers and pull your cock out." If he followed her directions she would handcuff him when done. If not, she would handcuff him and do the task for him.

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Doug did as she commanded, the same as always. Most of the time, he did have a look on his face that he knew she didn't really like. It wasn't negative, of course, he was wiser than to do that, but he just kept his face either blank or determined most of the time, not wanting to give her the pleasure of getting an actual reason to punish him further (Although she usually didn't really need one). The same as the one he had now.

When she told him what she was to do to him, he was glad it wasn't anything worse, and said "Yes, ma'am.", eyeing the paddle slightly suspiciously. He very much wanted to take that paddle, pull Jamie over his lap, and give her a spanking until she wouldn't be able to sit for a week, but he knew he couldn't. At her directions, he unzipped his trousers, and let his cock out, then allowed her to handcuff her. He looked around the room, looking for something interesting he could keep his mind on to stop himself from snapping at her while she was busy.

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"Good boy," Jamie said as she saw him obey her order. She went behind him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. Jamie slapped his face, lightly before walking around the desk to stand in front of him. Slowly she got on her knees and grasped his cock. "Look at this limp dick Doug. This won't do." Jamie stood and went to her closet and came back with some lube. She squirted some in her hand and then put the bottle on the ground next to her knees. Jamie took hold of Doug's penis again and began to stroke it nice and slowly.

"How does that feel Doug? Getting harder?" Jamie smirked as she lightly moaned, "Mmm..." getting into the rhythm of stroking his semi-hard cock.

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Doug grumbled mentally as she called him good boy, although he didn't let it show. He wasn't a dog, wasn't a pet. The slap didn't help his mood that much either. Although luckily it appeared Jamie wasn't in an all too sadistic mood today. When she walked away to get some lube, he gritted his teeth, wishing for the umpteenth time in the past 3 months that he could have been offered a job somewhere else earlier.

When she started to stroke him, he clenched his teeth again. It wasn't hard to resist now, but he didn't want to let any sound out before he could no longer resist. He answered truthfully. "It feels good, Ma'am. You can feel I'm getting harder for yourself."

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Jamie heard Doug's smart remark and chuckled. She stroked him harder to get her revenge. "Well you are quite right. It looks just magnificent, doesn't it?" Jamie began to use both hands then. She kept one at the head of his cock squeezing it as the hand on the bottom moved up and down. The sounds of slapping and slurping filled the room as she picked up the pace then. "Did you finish the report I gave you today? The one for our investors? You need to make sure you reflect on last quarter's sells properly."

Jamie leered at Doug's face watching him closely for a reaction.

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"I suppose you would know that better than me. I'm not really experienced with the sight of the genitals of other men." Doug blurted out, before being capable of slapping himself for making that comment. He hoped Jamie didn't catch on to the fact the comment could be viewed as him calling her a slut.

Either for that, or for some other reason, she seemed to decide to double her actions, making it harder for Jamie to focus. At her next question, he put a bit more thought into it. "Yes, ma'am. It was the first thing I did when I got to my desk this morning. I'll make sure to... give it to you before the end of the day." He said, a groan nearly slipping out of him near the end of the sentence, but he managed.

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Jamie sighed when she saw he was doing his best not to show signs of pleasure. He kept doing this to himself, and to her. She caught his previous comment that was for sure. Too bad, she was not playing with any other men right now. She usually did with previous assistants. Doug was different. So damn different.

Jamie leaned forward and licked the head of his cock before running her nails softly from the base of his penis, up towards the head of it. She licked it once more before commenting on his work.

"You are quite the hard worker Doug. I expect the report to be in tip," she licked his cock again, "top," she sucked the head of his penis, "condition," she then put her lips around his cock sucking and licking it at the same time.

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When Jamie finally decided to let her tongue join the fray, and started licking his tip, while her fingers teased the rest of it, she finally got a hard-earned groan out of him, although he sealed his lips tight shut again afterwards. With her continued work, though, it was increasingly hard to keep silent, and several more sounds made it through his defenses.

"Of course, ma'am, same as... ungh... always." Doug said, forcing back another upcoming groan. He focused on the small bookcase on the wall, starting to try and read the titles to keep his mind on something else than Jamie.

[User] Jamie leaned away from his cock then, her hands still massaging it with rigor. "I am so glad that your confidence has risen over these past few weeks." Without warning, she pushed Doug back on his back and spread his legs apart. She had a great view of his erect cock at this angle as well as his heavy balls. Bending towards his balls, Jamie sucked on the right one before sucking on the left one. She had one hand massaging his cock still as she did this.

[Assistant] Doug wouldn't really say his confidence had risen over the past few weeks (Although other things had certainly risen often during that time), just that he was learning how to handle himself best. As she pushed him, he moved back, even though he knew that, if he wanted to, he could make her push with all her strength, and barely budge. But as she had removed his view from the shelf, he instead started trying to find some interesting feature on the ceiling. Although Jamie would notice he had a considerably harder time doing this, as the groans that slipped by him increased in quantity, and loudness.

[User] Jamie smiled when she heard groans and moans escape Doug's mouth. She held onto his legs harder and began to suck him off with her mouth, her dark red lipstick leaving a faint stain on his shiny, throbbing member. Jamie let his dick out of her mouth with a plop as she worked it with her hands, harder her pace faster. "You better ask me before you cum Doug. You know I hate it when you orgasm without permission."

[Assistant] Doug grumbled to himself, closing his eyes and thinking of the work he still had to do for the rest of the day, but after a while, even that didn't help, as he was groaning on the table, coming closer to an orgasm with each bob of her mouth. He lasted quite long, though, but eventually had to put all his mind into it to stop himself from orgasming, even though it hurt. Seeing that this time, she wouldn't grow bored of it and stop, like she sometimes did, he finally opened his mouth. His voice entirely forced, he said "Jamie, may I cum?"

[User] "Yes, you can Doug. Let all those juices flow." Jamie squeezed his member nice and good, as if she were milking him for his cum. She waited patiently for the sweet white goo to come and licked her lips in anticipation. Jamie looked to her soundproof door and chuckled. She was turned on by the idea that people outside of the door, working away like little birds could hear Doug scream.

[Assistant] Doug, with a final, loud noise, that wasn't a word, but decisively masculine, then released, and came. To him currently a downside, although, if he would've minded his situation less than he did, it'd be an upside, was that his orgasms were rather strong. His semen spurted out of him in large globs, as he groaned continuously. As of late, after he had learned that her office was sound-proof, he had gotten slightly less restrained with his noises, although he still knew it was less than what Jamie would've liked. He didn't want people to know what went on in there, although he had the feeling that they likely did. After he came, he rested on the table. He hoped that this would be enough for her, and that he could get back to work now. Although he knew that she'd probably want to do something again when he'd come to deliver the papers later.

[User] Jamie watches as thick globs of semen spilled onto her hands and she smiled. "Look at all this seed, you are quick the stud Doug." Jamie slapped the side of his leg and stood. She walked over to her closet and came back with some wet wipes to clean the mess up. She helped him sit up then, taking the handcuffs off. "You're free to go for now, but I expect good work later on today." Jamie put all her things away and locked the closet with a key she held around her necklace. Smirking at Doug she walked over to her desk and continued her work where she left off from.

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Doug was glad when she cleaned him up and released him, although the fact that she apparently felt the need to clean him for him was a little demeaning. "Of course, ma'am. I'll give you the report as soon as I'm finished with my current work." He sat, managing to get his composure back, before moving to get himself clothed. He walked back to his desk, trying very hard to look like someone who had just been talking to his superior, not having gotten handcuffed by her.

He would continue his work for the rest of the day. An hour or two later, the work he had been busy with was done, and he went for the door to her office. Knowing that she wouldn't hear a knock on the door, he simply opened it, and went inside, eager to deliver the report and get out as soon as possible.

[User] Jamie was turned in her office chair facing the window. On her desk were classified documents, documents she technically wasn't allowed to access. On the phone she talked to a client, "Of course Mr. Worthington. I'll send you the information next Monday. You can count on me." There was a pause in the conversation, the other party talking. Jamie crossed her legs and tapped a pen against her knee as she listened. "They won't suspect a thing. Besides, I'm expecting you'll come through on your part of the bargain. Messing with the numbers isn't a big deal; others have done worse in the past. Besides it will all—" Jamie turned around in her chair and saw Doug standing in front of the doorway. "I'll call you back sir." Jamie hung the phone up and stood quickly from her chair. "Ah, Doug. Do you have that err... report ready?"

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It hadn't been the first time Doug caught Jamie while she was having a phone call. Usually, he would just stand there, look through the room a little, and wait for her to finish up and acknowledge the fact he was there. This time, though, it was much different. If the conversation she'd been having, and the documents of which he was pretty sure they were classified, didn't already make him very much suspicious, the way in which she broke off the conversation, and addressed him did. He had a smile on his face. He had her now, he could deliver payback for all the times she called him into his office, no matter what he was doing, and made him do whatever she wanted. Payback for the many other assistants that had came before him, as well.

"Yes, indeed I do. These are some very interesting documents you have here, wouldn't you say? I would think Mister Brooks, you know, your superior, would be very interested in them as well. I am sure you wouldn't mind if I were to tell him about them?" He said.

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Jamie listened to Doug's mild mannered threat and laughed. She walked around her desk, to lean against the front. "Oh Doug. Sweet Doug. Mr. Brooks... he is a busy man. He doesn't need to be trifled with this kind of news." Doug did not know that Mr. Brooks was the one to tell her to do something drastic. However, she did not want Doug to run around telling everyone her little bargain---since Mr. Brooks would not go down without taking her along the way. She needed to take care of the situation before it got out of hand.

"How about you take a day---no two days paid vacation, starting tomorrow? You have done such great work today. And you deserve a break."


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Penelope approached the door of the beautiful mansion with some degree of trepidation. She wasn't per se concerned with the duties she might be enlisted to perform: the request ad had been fairly straightforward if one knew what to look for. And the indigo-haired woman was more than pleased if her position ended up requiring more pleasing than cleaning.

Her only hope was that the mistress of the house was, well, sexually appealing. Otherwise the maid---currently clad in the appropriate pink and white attire---would have to turn the job offer down. Such was life: hit or miss.

She shifted the large door knocker back and forth to bang against the wooden panel and signal her arrival.

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It's two weeks that she put up the employment ad. So far, nobody answered. Was nobody interested? Or was she just too impatient? Of course, the ad, at least the requirements she listed in it, was a bit unusual.

Carmen lay in her bed, not really willing to get up. She could get away with this once in a while, after all she was her own boss. Still, she was like this since quite a while now. Originally, hiring a maid had been a small idea that just sprung into her mind. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how lonely she was. Yes, she wanted another woman by her side. But the uncertainty made her powerless.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the front door. She didn't want to get her hopes up too much, but she couldn't help but wonder if that was the person she was waiting for. Carmen stood up, not bothering to change out of her black nightdress, which showed quite a generous amount of cleavage, and went down to the door. When she opened, she saw a woman standing there, which made her quite hopeful. Especially since she was quite her type. She sure was young and pretty and she had quite a proud chest. Now, whether she was here for the job...

"Good day," Carmen greeted her. "What can I do for you?"

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She looked up abruptly as the door opened, revealing a lovely woman with a wave of violet locks spilling around her smooth face. Penelope stared at her for a moment, before parting her lips to respond. Initially, no sound came forth. Damn it! she thought, This is no time to get cold feet! "Good day, ma'am!" the maid offered with a respectful bow forward, bra-less breasts shaking with the movement under the white shirt of her uniform. "My name is Penelope, and I was hoping that you would consider me for the position of serving you as your maid."

Her eyes glanced upward as she gave the pretty mistress of the house a light smile. "I certainly hope the position hasn't already been filled." But she doubted it; otherwise, why would the lady herself be answering the door? Unless, of course, the maid was currently occupied with other tasks...

Penelope would have crossed her fingers had her hands been out of eyeshot rather than folded in front of her.

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Actually, it was quite obvious. The uniform she wore pretty much gave away the reason why she was here. But the lack of responses had made Carmen a bit pessimistic, so she still had been unsure. In any case it was good to see that she was well-prepared. But it seemed that she wasn't so well prepared mentally, as she seemed quite surprised at her appearance. One could argue what her staring and speechlessness meant, but Carmen took it as a good sign.

She stared at her breasts when she bowed, smiling when they were shaking a bit. Quite a sensual way of dressing. Probably, she was well-aware that she didn't just need someone to take care of the house. Not that this was surprising. She didn't outright write it in the ad, but the hints should have been clear enough.

"The position is till open," Carmen replied. "And I'd be happy to employ a lovely young woman like you as my maid. But we should talk about that inside. Follow me!"

With that, she led Penelope into the house and to . It was quite a large, cozy and well-furnished room. Carmen sat down on the couch and signified the younger woman to take seat too. "I'm Carmen, as you probably already know," she said. "But when working for me, I want you to address me as mistress. But with that out of the way, tell me, why exactly do you want to work for me?"

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Penelope looked immensely pleased with this bit of information, and cheerfully followed the woman into the huge mansion. The inside was just as extravagant as the exterior had promised, and the would-be maid hoped she was tracking any dirt in with her white shoes. She took a seat on the plush couch adjacent to Carmen, and flattened her skirt as she sat down. "Of course, Mistress. It's my pleasure to meet you."

She nodded in acknowledgment before explaining: "You see, Mistress, I get a great deal of enjoyment from serving a female employer. Hopefully you'll find that I'm quite talented in my work, as well. And with a Mistress as attractive as you, well, it only becomes easier," she admitted with a lilt in her voice, hoping that the woman would respond to her proposition and allow her to stay under the mansion's expansive roof.

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That certainly sounded good. Especially since she found Carmen attractive as well. That was important, she didn't want to force her to anything. She should enjoy her work, at least part of it, otherwise it would be no good.

"Thank you," Carmen replied, laughing a bit. "You are quite good-looking yourself. It seems that my prayers for a pretty maid got answered." More serious, she continued: "It's quite a hassle to take care of such a large house all by myself. That's why I look for a maid. However, there is also another reason. I'm rather lonely here and think I could use some company. That's why I'd like you not only to work, but also to live here. Also..." Carmen paused, unsure what to say. It's likely that Penelope was aware of it, all things considering, but it's not certain. "Well, you read the ad. Surely, you noticed that there are some rather unusual requirements for a maid, which you fulfill quite nicely. Can you imagine what other... services I want from you?"

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"I appreciate you saying so, Mistress!" The blue-haired woman laughed lightly behind her hand at the question and nodded. "I believe I have a vague idea. But it would be easier to show than to elaborate in words. May I...?"

Without waiting for a reply, but not yet going further ahead in her actions, Penelope got to her knees in front of Carmen and folded her hands on her lap to wait for the mistress's say-so. She was sitting below the other woman near enough that she knew Carmen could get a good look down the front of her uniform at the heavy confined breasts.

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Smiling, Carmen looked down at Penelope. Or rather her breasts, of which she had a good view now. And that sight made her want even more. But if Penelope was right, and apparently she was, then it wouldn't be a problem.

"It seems that you are on the right track already," she said. Still staring at her cleavage, she added: "Then, show me them. I want to see the... talent of my new maid."

[User] "As you wish, Mistress," Penelope replied with a sultry smile. The maid obligingly slid her top down, allowing her large breasts to spring out. She moved forward and slid Carmen's dress up, trailing her soft fingers along the skin of the woman's legs. When the dress was around her mistress's thighs, she leaned forward and gave a careful lick to the panties over what she soon hoped would be Carmen's moist satisfaction.

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Her smile broadened when she saw the naked breasts of the maid now. However, she was a bit surprised when she went further than that, raising her dress. She let out a soft sigh when she felt the kiss, feeling a tingling sensation between her legs. More importantly, a rather unusual part of her twitched slightly. Carmen wondered what Penelope would think of that, but it didn't seem that she was weirded out.

"We are quite hasty, huh?" she said, "At least, you have the right idea, though. But let's do this more slowly."

She patted her own thighs, signing the maid to sit on her lap. After she did that, Carmen grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a firm squeeze, then did the same with the other one. "Hmm... You sure have a nice pair of tits, Penelope," she said with a naughty smile. "I'm sure that I'll have a lot of fun with them."


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Bruce smiled, glad that she had accepted his invitation, and nodded. "Great!" he said, picking up his coat and slinging it over his arm. "Where would you like to go?" he asked her as he opened the door for her, and walked aside her as they headed towards the elevator.

Once in, Bruce, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, attempting to focus himself for a minute before they arrived to the first floor.

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Rea smiled as she thought to herself for a short moment. "There is this burger place near by that's pretty good." She suggested with a smile. It was cheap too, and the food to her was more than just 'pretty good'. Probably some of the best burgers in the area. But, she wasn't even sure what he thought was good, and what wasn't.

She stepped into the elevator, leaning against the wall as she thought to herself for a short moment. She really didn't know her boss to well, but she knew he was a fair man, at least she could tell that anyway from her encounters with him since she had first started working for the company.

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As the elevator dinged opened, Bruce snapped open his eyes and pushed off the wall, and looked at Rea before leaving the small space with her. As they walked outside, the young bachelor reached inside his pocket and pulled out his car keys, and beeped it twice.

A Saturn Sky lit up to life with the press of the button, and automatically had its engine running. Of course, he installed himself, but there was no way for her to know for sure. "Do you have a car?" he inquired curiously as he rounded to the passenger seat, and waited for her answer before he opened the door.

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Rea followed him quickly, making sure to keep up with him. She was already beginning to feel the side effects of not eating anything that day. One could only run on coffee for so long before the body began to reject the caffeine.

"Yes... and no." Rea said, sighing a bit. She glanced towards the car that had the remote start. That came on most factory vehicles, at least the higher end models. "It's in the shop, collateral damage during a chase a few nights ago." She explained. Why someone stole an armored truck was beyond her, but did it have to hit the 68' Trans Am? She and her father worked on that vehicle for years, though with her job and current housing, she couldn't repair the damage, and her insurance was covering the repairs anyway.

[User] Bruce listened to her intently, and nodded, remembering that night. "Yeah, I heard about that. I'm sorry." he said sincerely; he knew he could easily have it repaired, but decided to hold his tongue as he walked to his side of the car. The young man would rather her not think it was a bribe. Buckling their seat belts, he began his car and drove down the seat. He went significantly slower than he usually does, which was racing through traffic and trying to beat the light to keep up his "ne'er-do-well" image. In fact, he was driving quite normally.

[Assistant] "Thanks, I hope to have it back in a few days." Rea said, thinking as she got into the car. Though, walking to work hadn't been too bad, it was the walking home that was a problem at times. She put on her seat belt, not sure what to expect of his driving, though she knew about the speeding, at least somewhat from what she glimpsed on the news at times. She seemed relaxed as he drove, and found it was quite normal. She glanced out the window, watching as the buildings passed by. At least the city seemed quiet for once, though how long would the quiet really last?

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While they drove, Bruce couldn't help but be worried by the calm. It was always a sign that things were about to get utterly worse. After he was able to stop Crane and his drug, The Joker popped up, resulting in losing his best friend and love of his life. A short sigh left his lips as they stopped at a light, allowing him to close his eyes as he attempted to forget Rachel Dawes. Biting his lip, he opened his eyes and continued to drive. Using his GPS, he quickly located the burger place she was talking about and turned a corner, heading down the street.

Soon enough, they were arrived at the restaurant, parking easily as they prepared to get out. However, he reached back and grabbed a baseball cap and took off his tie, masking his appearance a bit more as he looked more casual. "Shall we, Ms. Rea?" he said with his cool, smooth voice as he they walked in.

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Rea seemed to be in her own thoughts for a short moment. She may live close to where she worked, and even though her apartment was still in a better area of the city, Gotham was still no safe haven. Her mother and father always seemed to worry about her, and after what happened to her car, it only became worse. They wanted her back home, in suburbia, but Rea knew she couldn't leave her apartment. She heard the short sigh and glanced towards him slightly. Rea was curious, about what went through his mind, but she knew better than to ask. After all, she didn't know if it was something personal or not.

"Oh, of course Mr. Bruce." Rea said as she got out of his car as she snapped out of her thoughts. She knew her parents worried, but she also worried about them at times. The small young woman glanced towards Bruce, a soft smile on her lips. He did look more casual, though she didn't say anything on that. What could she talk to him about though? Work was probably the only thing the two had in common though.

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Walking in, Bruce slyly looked up from the edge of his cap to look at the foods they had. Well, it of course wasn't what he was used to, but he was always open to trying new things. He had once ate scorpions in the East... Bruce shivered at the memory and looked at Rea. "So, know what you want?" he asked curiously, attempting to distort his tone a bit, since his voice was almost easily recognizable, but not so that his sounded like his alter ego...

Ordering their food, they walked back to a table and sat down, and the young man sniffed the bacon burger cautiously. "Hmm." he mumbled, and glanced at Rea.

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Rea thought for a moment, wondering why he was trying to distort his tone. Though she soon shook the thought from her mind. She glanced over the menu, deciding on her usual, a mushroom Swiss burger. She knew the food there was good, and she didn't need to worry about the owner looking at her strangely. She was a regular customer, whether she was dressed in her work attire or not.

She soon was seated at the table with Bruce, watching him slightly. She held back a small laugh as he sniffed his burger. Rea took a small bite of her own burger, silent for the time being as she let her thoughts wonder once more. Who could have hacked the network? It seemed a difficult task, which meant it had to be someone who was skilled with computers. Or someone who knew the storm would be a good chance to do so.

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However, the young man had picked up on the stifled laugh and chuckled. "What? I've never had a-" he stopped, looking around for the sign, then looked back at Rea, "A burger before. Sue me." he replied with playful grin.

But after another minute, Bruce experimentally took a small bite out of the burger, allowing it to engulf his taste-buds. A surprised expression crossed his face, "Wow. This is good!" he exclaimed, taking another bite. Looking at Rea, the young man frowned, "Ms. Rea, it's fine. The diagnostic will be done when you get to work tomorrow; stop worrying about it," he assured her, but couldn't help but be worried himself. The Joker was in Arkham, so there was no chance of him doing so... but someone new?

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Rea laughed once more, watching him for a short moment. She took a few bites of her food, silent once more as she listened to him. She knew the diagnostic would be done in the morning, but she couldn't help but to wonder. She had a curious nature, probably too curious for her own good, but she couldn't help it.

"I will try to." Rea said, a small smile on her lips. Still, she couldn't help but wonder who was behind it. She knew that was not her place to worry, she was an IT specialist, not security. What she thought was a simple repair earlier that day had turned into a hunt for a hacker. "If we're lucky, we may find out where the person hacked from." She noted, though she knew the chances of that were slim at best.


[User] Jeannie exited her bottle a little too quickly, in her excitement, and landed quite hard on her bare feet, running forward a few steps as she teetered, and almost overbalanced. Managing to hold her feet, she turned, the smile still spread across her face. "Hello, Master," she spoke through the smile, giving the man who stood in front of her a little curtsy, "I am Jeannie. In what way can I be of service to you today?"

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The man was, to say the least, surprised when smoke came out of the bottle, it dropped from his hand, luckily for it's inhabitant landing on the table, not even the tiniest scratch on it. When then the figure of the gorgeous woman appeared, he nearly jumped back. Stories of his childhood, of things like Aladdin, and other things alike, about genies, sprang to mind, but no, that couldn't be, could it? This woman, with her gorgeous smile, revealing clothes, and who was calling him master, had to be a dream.

"You could... tell me what you are and what is going on..." The man said, his voice revealing his surprise, even though he hadn't really tried to hide it. The man himself wasn't really handsome, but not bad-looking, somewhat average. He had brown hair and eyes, and a lights stubble, nothing special. But he was really curious. If she really was a genie, having to do his every command...

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Jeannie adopted a look of mild surprise when the man asked what was going on. The last time she had left her bottle, genie's were a well known race, and lamps coveted. But she had known she had to be prepared for things to have changed drastically. He was dressed strangely, and the genie girl had already spotted a few things she couldn't recognize, like a large, rectangular box that sat on a table against one wall, its front taken up by a pane of black glass.

Remembering herself, she turned her eyes back to the man who had summoned her, smiling again. "I'm a genie, of course," she gave a little, tinkling laugh as she said it, "You summoned me from my la... my bottle and so here I am. You must be in need of something?"

[Assistant] It had, however, been a long time since she had last been out, and there had been a war, in which Genie's had become forbidden, and all lamps found out and destroyed, she had only survived for the fact she was in a bottle. "A genie? Does that mean you can grant wishes? Is there some kind of three wish rule?" He asked, thinking back of the stories. Also other things got to his mind, mostly about things he'd make her do. Her body nearly begged to be used, he thought.

[User] Jeannie laughed again, covering her mouth with one hand. "Of course not, I am here for as long as you need me. You need only tell me what you need, and I will grant it. Have you never seen a genie before?" She thought it rather amusing, the way he gaped, as though she were something unheard of.

[Assistant] "No, I haven't really seen one before." The man said. When she told him she would really grant everything a smile managed to sneak onto his lips, as thoughts were going darker and darker. if she had been more experienced, she might have seen it as a sign that he was one easily corrupted by power. "So you could make me look more handsome?" He asked her then, walking over to her. "Taller, more muscular, those things?"

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"Of course," Jeannie nodded happily, completely oblivious to the dark intent in his eyes. "That's easy. I have performed far more powerful feats!" She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating, and a shiver ran up the mans' spine, accompanied by a feeling like that which comes from standing up as straight as you possibly can, but magnified. If he was able to see himself, he would have been shocked to watch as he grew a few inches taller, instantaneously. The muscles in his chest, abdomen and arms rippled, growing and shifting, becoming harder, the skin around them firmer and tighter.

Jeannie opened one eye, peeking at the results, and smiled widely. "Is this what you desired, Master?" she asked the shell-shocked man in front of her.

[Assistant] The man smiled when he found a mirror after he had been changed. "Wow, what the fuck." he said. Afterwards he asked her to change some other things. In the end his hair was blond, his eyes green. His mouth could look both compassionate and intimate. When he was done he looked at her once more and pulled her against him with his now stronger arms. "So, genie of mine, would you also b e able to do some things that don't require magic, and are more intimate?" While he had grown his pants had ripped, and he needed new ones.

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Jeannie smiled, impressed with her own handiwork. Her master had not been ugly to begin with, but he certainly had been nothing on the handsome, strong gentleman who stood before her now. She let out a little gasp as he grabbed her, pulling her tightly against him. Her ample breasts were pressed against his strong chest, and the little that was left of his pants did nothing to separate their lower halves.

"Uh... of course, Master," she replied obediently, her voice just the slightest bit breathless, "Anything you require."

[Assistant] The man smiled, feeling himself hard inbetween his legs. "Anything?" he asked. He pulled his pants down, revealing a fairly average-sized cock. "then pleasure me, Jeannie. If you want you can change the parts necessary for it to your liking." He said. It had been long, too long, since someone had been down there, and he thought he should be having a celebration of being capable of now getting everything he wanted, and more.

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Jeannie stared for a moment at his exposed cock, standing to attention in front of her, with wide eyes. "Uhh..." she fumbled with her words, unsure on how to proceed, "I want nothing more than to please you, Master, but I am not experienced in what you speak of. I will do anything, everything you ask, but you must tell me what to do."

Nevertheless, she felt that she should try, with what little knowledge she did have, to please him. She reached her hands behind her neck, unfastening the clasp that held her scanty top in place. It fell down, to hang around her waist, exposing her large, round breasts, tipped with light pink nipples, already erect at the sight of her masters' prick.

Reaching behind herself, she undid the second tie, and her top fell to the ground at their feet. "Just tell me what to do, and I will obey," she repeated, looking eagerly up into the eyes of the man.

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The man was slightly annoyed by the fact she seemed not to know what to do. It was partly taken away with her taking off her top, her breasts being great, and begged to be touched... Or it just could be his own mind begging him to go touch them...

"Great, I wouldn't know how you women do all of it, at least not in detail... Wait, you're a genie. I wish you have all knowledge about pleasuring a man." He said, then suddenly got another idea. If he could make this woman know all of that, maybe he could change something in the minds of others. If there were any rules about wishing, she'd have to tell him soon, or otherwise there was a not all too little chance he'd break one of those rules in not too long.

[User] Jeannie smiled, but not her usual friendly beaming grin. This smile was a little overly friendly, a little sultry. She stepped even closer to her new master, placing her hands on his waist. Slowly, she sunk to the floor in front of him, sliding her fingers gently down his sides as she went, to come to rest below his navel. Reaching down, she gently stroked the very tip of his cock, sliding her finger underneath it and down, along the shaft, to its base. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth, gently taking the head of his prick into it, and swirling her tongue around it. "Does this please you, Master?" she asked, pausing for a moment to look up at him, "Shall I continue?"

[Assistant] The man smiled when she kneeled down in front of him, his cock standing rock hard, waiting for her to do what she wanted, or thought he wanted, with it. When her hands, and later her lips and tongue touched it. When she topped he got somewhat annoyed and said "Yes. Don't worry about it being pleasant, it is, you don't need to ask. And don't be afraid to change anything so you like it better yourself." He didn't want her to question every of her moves, ask if they were right. At least, not with things like this.


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Keleon smiled at how she pulled herself to him. He was handsome, and, at times, charming enough that any of his 'sacrifices' would eventually grew close to him, and maybe it was due to the fact he carried her so close to him, but she seemed to already grew relaxed around him. Perhaps it was just because he had, at first, made her grow scared of her life, so that there was little fear left in her, now. Or she was simply more susceptible than others to his demonic charms, who knew.

When she opened her eyes and looked around, he placed her down on the floor again. He smiled, as he kept a hand wrapped around her possessively, and she could feel his nails against her through her dress, then said "Looks nice, doesn't it? For the coming 150 years you're going to be keeping all of it clean." He started walking, pulling her along with him, as he moved towards the staircase. "But if you can't fly, what are you skilled at? Can you cook, can you sing, can you dance, or are you a completely blank slate?"

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Celeste was still in awe of the place when Keleon started to move her forward. She shivered because she could feel his nails, and she knew they were sharp, and could be lethal when he wanted them to be. She smirked though, "No, I am not a completely blank slate. I can cook almost anything you want, I can in fact sing, but most of the time I only do it when I'm not paying attention to anything, and my mind wonders, and I can heal things, quickly. I don't know why, I just can."

She noticed he hadn't asked about anything sexual wise, and started to think about why she had been a virgin for this, and now she suddenly understood. It caused her steps to falter and she ended up accidentally turning into his chest from the pressure that his arm wrapped around her caused. Her mind raced with things that would happen, probably very soon and she could feel her face turning red while she looked up at him. "Uhm, are those t-the only things you will require from me?" She had to ask, even though part of her didn't want to know the answer.

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Keleon was pleasantly surprised when she told him she could cook him almost anything he wanted, although he quite doubted that. He knew many recipes that she would never even have heard about, and would be even less capable of creating, but he viewed it as the thoughts of someone who had never seen something more elaborate than the village kitchen. He was certain that she would prove to be a rather good cook. Her last comment about her skills, though, was the most interesting for him. Not for himself, of course, since he rarely if ever got hurt. But it was nice to know that she could heal herself. It meant he could go farther, and take shorter breaks if he ever went so far that she'd need healing to get back on the horse.

When she stumbled and fell against him, the demon made sure to keep a hold of her, not wanting her to fall. They were rather close to the marble staircase, after all, and hitting the side of your head on the edge of it was sure to hurt. Although, he supposed, at least he could see her healing at work. He chuckled at her question. "Certainly not. For the coming century and a half you are my pet, my toy, my slave, whichever of those titles helps you sleep at night. You will be doing whatever I want you to do, whether it will be cleaning, performing, cooking, or pleasuring me. You will bend to my every whim. You can resist, of course, but I have a lot of doubt that you can stop me." he said. It didn't sound threatening, he was just explaining her new job to her.

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With each word he told her about what Celeste would have to do for him, especially near the end, she could feel her face flaming red. She worried that he would rape her, which judging from his looks he wouldn't have much trouble trying to seduce her if he tried. She could feel each ripple of his hard muscles even worse now then when they were flying, due to how close he had pulled her when she had stumbled. She wanted to move away, but instead her hands ended up gripping his clothing, she knew he could throw her off if he wanted, but she hoped he wouldn't.

She could feel how iron his grip was on her from his arm, and that was when she realized she was staring up at him, and her blush got worse. Biting her lower lip slightly, she looked down. Her wings were twitching nervously behind her because she was nervous, this demon made her nervous, this house made her nervous, and the thought of having sex with him made her stomach ache because she was already so attracted to him. "Can you read my mind?" She asked before she could stop herself.

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Keleon would indeed have sex with her some time sooner rather than later. However, whether she would struggle and make it rape, do nothing and make it basically masturbation, or move with him and make it true sex would be her own choice. But with the way she was clenching herself against him, and staring up at him, although not in fear, he had the feeling that it would be, or, at least, after not all too long would be the last of those options.

Her question made the smile he had even wider. People didn't ask such things until they knew they had thoughts they wanted to hide. "Sadly, no. Even for me that'd require a ritual which would take longer than I have the patience to use on everybody." He said. Considering she was clenched to him, and she didn't seem to be starting to walk again soon, he lifted her up from the ground several inches, and began walking her up the stairs.

[Assistant] Celeste visibly sighed with relief when he told her he couldn't read minds. The last thing she needed was for him to see what was in her mind. But the smile he had before he had answered her question had her thinking that somehow he already knew anyway, in the back of his mind. When he lifted her slightly up she yelped with surprise at his strength, but took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, unaware that her breasts had lifted to almost his chin level. She suddenly felt braver, and wanted to ask more questions. "Where are we going? What is your name, if I am to live here then I need to call you something." In her mind she was calling him, the demon, and she wanted an actually name, praying he would let her call him that, and not something like master.

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Keleon smiled as he kept her close to him, feeling her breasts pressed against him, albeit through two layers of clothing. He knew that both of those would likely end up discarded in the corner of his room, later. He hoped the dress would be easy to take off. He liked how it looked on her, and would rather not rip it apart all too soon.

"We're going upstairs." He said, "To my bedroom, and, if you earn it, yours as well. Because if you stay against me like that for longer, I'd have taken you against the stairs, and I think that you'd rather like your first time to be at least somewhat comfortable." he said. His tail slipped inbetween his legs, and under her dress, going to wrap around her legs. It was warm and rather soft, although it was probably as strong as the rest of his body. "Wait... they don't teach the children my name anymore? Hmm... I remember the time when they used to use my name as a curse word. 'Keleon damn it', they'd say. You can call me Keleon. My true name would leave you a mindless shell, and that's only interesting for about a year or two. Not 150."

[Assistant] Celeste smiled a bit and watched as they ascended the staircase, taking in everything with her eyes, and it wasn't until his tail snaked it's way underneath her dress that she yelped and giggled a little in surprise again. She liked how it felt, somehow it soothed her to know she wasn't just being held by his arm, even though she knew she wasn't going anywhere. His words spiked her interest, and she wondered where she would sleep if she didn't earn it, but that was a question she didn't want answered so she didn't ask it, but another instead. "Yes Keleon, I would rather it be comforting, and also what will happen when we get to your bedroom?" She knew what would more than likely happen, but she had to ask, had to make sure. She was also blushing from his comment on the stairs and wondered if he was as sexually attracted to her and she was to him.

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The demon quite liked her so far. She wasn't screaming and trying to fight him at all times, she just acted naturally. It was as if she had already fully accepted her new position, something that would take others months, if not years. "Good. At least that hasn't changed over the past 150 years, then." He commented about her preference, with a light chuckle. "I would also think you have a rather good idea of what will happen there, don't you?" he continued, before moving his head forwards, and kissing her neck. She would feel a light lusty aura flare up around him, something demons often did if they showed strong emotions. If they were lusty, they would have a lust-inducing aura, if they were mad, it was an intimidating one, and so on and so forth.

He found her attractive, sure, on a sexual basis, too. But demonic attraction was much different from that of faeries.

[Assistant] Celeste silently wondered how many women he had gone to bed with, she was sure it was quite a number, and even though she wanted to ask him about it, she decided that now probably wasn't the best time. She was almost in her own thought bubble, until he leaned forward and kissed her neck, causing a gasp to come out lightly and a shudder to run through her body. She squeezed herself tighter to him, her breasts now fully up against him, which she was still oblivious about. It wasn't until they reached the top of the stairs that she realized what he asked. "I-I have a small idea, yes." Which she did, she had accidentally walked into a house while someone was having sex, and to her it didn't look like it would be a pleasure-able thing to do, just something to do. She knew he knew she was a virgin, but she wondered if he knew she was as inexperienced at it got.

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Keleon smiled at her reaction. He knew that her pressing herself against him, her breasts squeezing against him, had no intent behind it, and the fact that the movement was so innocent made it all the better for him. He wondered how innocent she was. He knew she was a virgin, but he wondered if she was innocent enough to even never have masturbated. One or two before had been that innocent, it was fairly rare.

"Alright. I'm glad you don't have an exact idea of how it should be done, since you would need to put away all those things around me. Since my tastes in sex can range from vanilla, to quite exotic." He said, walking her through the small hallway into his room. A window was in the room, even though by architecture no part of this room should face the outside, which shined onto the large bed. He kissed her on the lips, as he pushed her onto the bed, and moved over her, his hands going over her dress to try and find some zipper, clasp, or whatever which would help him take it off her easily.

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Celeste was getting even more nervous now. Each step he took closer to her bedroom the worse it seemed to get. When he pushed her to his bed, with a light kiss it made her heart start to race. It was her first kiss, it had left her lips tingling, and because of that she had to bite it softly to get it to stop. She inferred to herself that a sex life with him was going to be quite odd, interesting even. When he began to search for the way to get her dress off she decided she would help him out just a little bit, figuring if she was here with such a handsome demon, she should accept her fate fully.

Celeste reached to her left side with her hand and easily pulled the string that held the top together, to get it off all he would have to do was pull it off of her. Underneath she wore a type of lacy panties, but no bra, as the dress wouldn't allow it.

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Keleon was rather glad for the help. No matter how many years he had behind him, he could never quite manage to understand dresses. Every time they found a new way to make it difficult for him to find how to take it off. When she loosened it, he almost immediately pulled it off her, revealing a lovely body. He smiled. They had chosen quite the beautiful woman for the sacrifice this year. Faeries rarely were ugly, but this one was pretty even for a Faerie.

When her dress was off her, and quickly thrown aside, although a slight hint of magic he pushed into it made sure it didn't crumple up to much, he looked down at her. His own clothing seemed to fade off him, as his clothing weren't particularly made for the ability to put them on or off while you had wings. It revealed a body as muscular as she might have guessed from feeling his muscles through his clothing, but it wasn't like a bodybuilder. He kept good care of his body, always making sure his muscle was never either too little, or too much. He was still wearing underwear, though, not yet wanting to intimidate her by the sight of it, although the size of the bulge in his underwear would likely already made her wonder what it's true size was. He kissed her once again, before his hands found his way to her breasts, softly starting to grope them. His darker lusts would be shown later, and he could also have his fun with something rather innocent, like now.

[Assistant] Celeste had never felt so shy in her life, she wanted desperately to cover herself, her hands twitching with the strong need to cover her breasts, but she kept them by her sides. She was astounded at how this demon carried himself, so sure of everything. While his clothing disappeared her eyes followed every muscle line he had, over his pectorals and his abs. Her eyes liked what they saw, and it somehow made her less nervous but yet more so. She watched him as he came back down to her, and as he kissed her she leaned her head up, kissing him back. His hands were so soft, but also so hard at the same time as they touched her breasts. She herself had rarely touched them unless need be, but his made what felt like her stomach deepen, and her back arched without her meaning for it to. She knew he could probably feel her heartbeat, and she wondered if he could tell how nervous she was.

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Keleon saw her hands twitch. If she would have covered her breasts with them, he'd just have pushed them inside. If she insisted on keeping trying to do so, tie them behind her. He watched the reactions to his actions, as much as he watched her body itself. The way she leaned her head up to kiss him back, even though she seemed nervous about doing so, the way she pushed her breasts into his hands, even though she seemed like she had been wanting to cover herself. He wondered how much her quickened heartbeat was caused by nervousness, and how much by arousal. Probably currently the first, at least for now.

He relaxed his wings, making them unfold somewhat, and move over the two of them like a blanket. His tail went higher over her legs, until the tip could reach her panties, and began to tease her through it. He kissed her deeply, his own lips pushing hers apart, and moving his tongue inside of her mouth. Even without doing what most would call as 'claiming' a woman, that is, actually penetrating her, he currently was indeed claiming her.

[Assistant] Celeste was mystified at both him and her body. He was making her feel so many different things at once, and she wasn't sure what to do about it except fully give in. The way he kissed her made her moan a little, as one of her hands came up to travel behind his head, to his neck and lightly grab play with the hair at the base. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and eagerly danced with his as if having a mind of its own. She still had her eyes closed but could tell when it got even darker and heard his wings open. She wanted to open her eyes and look but the want to stay in her body's reactions was greater. She didn't think it could get any hotter with just the foreplay, but quickly found out she was wrong when his tail started to tease her between her legs. Since her legs were on both sides of him, he would feel them squeeze when she gasped around his tongue in her mouth. Her body was being flooded with so many things at once and she was ready to drown in them.


[User] Thomas rebound the door's runes, grumbling as sounds nearby neared and he extracted a potion from his brew. Yes, finally, he had finished a proper potion of health. This would come in handy in dark days, he noted, picking up his wand, smiling to himself.

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The darkness came swiftly closing in on her and bring out the sounds of the night. Lydia had no experience with forest wildlife but she felt as though these sounds were supernatural. The thought gave her the tiniest thrill of excitement that maybe she was right all along but even as that thought occurred an irrational fear of what might be in the dark crept in. She had researched the creatures that went bump in the night and her imagination went into overdrive. At first she only picked up her pace but within minutes she was dashing blindly down the path. Gleeful sounds echoed around her spurring her on.

Tears filled her eyes as she stumbled through the dark. Branches slashed across her face and tore at her hair and clothes like skeletal fingers. A root seemed to raise up out of the scattered leaves and brush causing her to trip and sprawl on her stomach in the dirt. The impact knocked the wind out of her and made her see stars. With an effort she pushed herself to her knees trying to suck air back into her startled lungs. The sounds got closer, rustling within feet of her head. She squeezed her eyes closed and prayed to any god that would listen for help. A twig snapped to her immediate left and hot fetid breath washed across her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips. 'This is the end.' She thought in terror.

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And that's when the world fell. Or rose. Runes flashed as the world shifted, and the trapdoor gave way. With her fell an almost skeletal thing, with a face that glowed. It had cartoonish lips and teeth as one, in a jack-o-lantern pattern, and eyes that were as silly as the maw---and it was soon destroyed with a bright white flash.

"Damnable boddocks!" roared the man at the cauldron. "Bringing me the worst guests! Shoo! Shoo, you pests!" he rose from the hole, shaking his lit wand, roaring at the night. "Damned things." he grumbled. He saw her, then frowned.

"It seems I've a guest." he said, his speech sounding older than him. Impressively handsome, he had strong features and bright, vivid eyes. His robe hid his body, but his walk had poise and grace. "Name thyself." he said, "I am Thomas E. Last." he said.

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Lydia's eyes snapped open when the ground opened up under her. With a thud she hit the ground and looked up into the face of the beast before her. The flash of light momentarily blinded her as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Her body ached and she was covered in dirt, leaves and sweat from her mad dash through the woods. When she could finally see again she found herself looking up into a rather handsome face though his expression was pensive.

It took her several long, confused second to absorb his words. She pushed the loose strands of hair away from her face and stared at him with her deep green eyes before respond. "My... my name is Lydia..." She gazed around the room and struggled to her feet. She was about 5'4, in relatively fit shape as she often went on these research excursions though she was still curvy. Even dressed in plain jeans and a plaid button up shirt she was shapely. Her disheveled hair and clothing did little to detract from the underlying beauty but she also appeared completely unaware of the fact.

"Where am I?" She inquired her heartbeat slowing, her fear subsiding. "Is that a cauldron?" She burst out her eyes wide with surprise and something close to delight. You would never know she had been absolutely terrified minutes ago.

[User] "Lydia... you're in my workshop." Thomas said, "And you broke my trapdoor." he went on to grab another, setting it into place. "And yes, it is. Don't touch it. I have no idea what the damn liquid will do now." he grumbled. He was certainly grumpy. He watched her with thought. "I am in my rights within draconic law to do with you as I please, as long as I do not alter your soul." he said, "So do not intrude upon my hospitality overmuch. Explain how you came to be here."

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As soon as Thomas turned his back to put the trap door in place she flitted over to the cauldron hovering around it excitedly though she did listen when he said not to touch. Her research had always indicated the dangers of poking into unknown magics or rituals and she didn't want to upset whatever it was he was doing. Something he said filtered through her glee at finding out her research hadn't been in vain. "My soul?" She asked straightening up and looking at him with round eyes. "And what do you mean 'do what you please'?" Her head was tilted to the side with and painfully innocent expression.

Without waiting for a response to that inquiry something else across the room caught her attention and she bounced over to inspect something on a shelf. "I was hiking." She explained in a distracted voice, that was all she divulged in answer to his final question. She was too busy exploring the incredible items through the room like a child on Christmas morning.

[User] "I mean, dear, that I can act in whatever means I prefer to maintain the secret of magic from the world. Should I please it, I am within right to steal your mind and make you my slave, or charm you and use you in that manner..." Thomas shrugged, showing he found little interest in those things. "Do not touch anything, or I shall punish you." he said sharply. "Now then. How shall I assure you do not run off to tattle..."

[Assistant] This time Lydia finally pulled her attention away from the items and turned her green gaze on him with a perplexed smile. It obvious she thought he was kidding, his demeanor wasn't exactly threatening. "I don't understand..." She said in a soft voice. "This is everything I've been trying so hard to prove... my entire university life has been dedicated to researching myth and legend as truth!" She took a step away her eyes scanning the walls for a way out. "I really should return to town, I have lots of notes to type up." She said with a small smile.

[User] Thomas sighed, picking up a wand. "Let me demonstrate, then." he said. "Let's do this, first." he said, waving the wand. "You don't need to go home." he said, the words shifting her mind harshly. He hated using this, essentially it was like the Jedi mind trick, only worse. "You want to stay." he went on. He hoped against hope that was all it took.

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Lydia felt slightly apprehensive when he raised his wand to use against her. Not really expecting anything to happen---because it was one thing to research and hope for things to exist and whole other to be subjected to it---she simply stared back at him. Her mouth dropped open in shock as his voice pressed into her mind, the command literally felt like a weight that was forcing her in a particular direction.

After a few moments of this internal struggle her mind momentarily went blank and she fell to her knees on the floor with her eyes closed. When she opened them she stared up at him with a sleepy smile. "I'm kind of tired." She said struggling to recall what her and the robbed man were talking about. Something about research, yes she definitely wanted to stay and help him with his research.

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Thomas sighed, setting aside the wand. He felt greasy. "I have a spare room. You are to use it." he said, "Make yourself at home. You've nothing to fear from me, so long as you stay here and don't touch anything." he grumbled. He hoped she didn't take those orders in an odd way. He took another breath, looking through his bottles. Augh, he knew he had to switch the labels at one point, but he wasn't sure which were which anymore. He thought the one he handed her was a potion of porridge, which would feed her for the day.

He didn't know it'd simply remove her inhibitions for a time regarding social ones---no fear or holding back when it came to people or interaction whatsoever. There was no telling what she'd be able to do if she drank it.

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Lydia rose to her feet and scrunched up her face in thought. She had a very strong sense of deja vu as she looked around the room and tingling of fear that she couldn't explain. Shrugging it off she walked over to him and took the bottle he handed her with a bright smile. "I won't touch anything, you should never interfere in rituals." She stated in a sagely voice. The comment struck her as odd. Why did she know that... as she looked at the robed man she determined he must have told her. There was no other reason for knowing that. She also realized after a moment she knew his name and felt silly for forgetting it.

As she drank the small vial of liquid and handed it back smiling warmly. "Thank you Thomas." She said in a friendly voice, sounding for all the world like they were old friends. She could feel a warmth spread through her limbs that reminded her of having too many alcoholic drinks without the added effect of dizziness or nauseousness. It made her at ease and unconcerned, it wasn't a bad feeling at all.

[User] "There we are, then." Thomas said, smiling. "Get as comfortable as you like." he said---the basement was rather hot, and he slipped out of the robe. Underneath he wore modern clothing, and was rather, overall, handsome. Strong arms and a heavy frame were complimented by a tight black tee and denim pants. "Now then, what was I... Ah." he nodded, picking up a length of wood and inspecting it.

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Lydia's expression became that of half-lidded contemplation as she looked at him. At the moment she was completely content to watch him work and took up a position sitting on the top of a thick wooden work table. After removing the heavier long sleeved plaid shirt and tying it about her waist, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned her elbow on the knee with her chin in her hand. The position awarded anyone who glanced her way a perfect view down the tight black camisole she had been wearing underneath.

"What is that for?" She asked genuinely interested in what he was doing. Lydia still felt a certain intense feeling that something felt odd about the situation but it was about as distracting as mosquito and so she dealt with it exactly how she would have an irritating bug; swatting it aside until she got annoyed enough to really take care of it.

[User] Thomas blinked as he looked her way. "It's for a wand." he said. "I'd give it to you, but..." he chuckled. "I think it'd probably cost about as much as your shoes, socks, and pants all together, maybe even the shirt." he said. "I need to infuse it and carve it, still, and then bind it to the user." he explained, taking out a knife and carefully sitting down to do so.

[Assistant] Lydia remained quiet for several long minutes, distracted by watching the muscles in his arms shift and bunch and his carved the wood. The faintest pink blush crept into her cheeks when she realized what she was doing and she cleared her throat. "So, you make these things and sell them?" She inquired sitting up straight again.

[User] "Oh, yes. I could sell it to you---but like I said, the price is rather steep." he said, working slowly, carefully. He was trying not to ogle, but he couldn't help it---he kept stealing glances at her cleavage. "So, you are... okay with... being dressed like that?" he asked, shifting in his seat.

[Assistant] Lydia glanced down at herself confused. She wasn't really dressed all that promiscuously, though the cami showed a bit more then she would have normally felt comfortable with. She was wearing full length jeans though and heavy hiking shoes. "Its not like its lingerie." She quipped with an impish smile that lit up her face. "Why do you wear those heavy robes? They look sweltering hot." She countered pointing at the discarded garment.

[User] "I need them for the focus." Thomas said. "Well. Anyway." he said, holding up the wand. She didn't mind his looking. Oh, well. He stole another glance or two, then rose again, finishing the long, tapering stick with designs in the work. "You want to buy it?" he asked, mostly joking. She knew the price, after all. He started to put it away.

[Assistant] Lydia hoped off the table and meandered closer to him. When she was close enough she lightly ran a finger over the designs in the wood with a contemplative smile. Finally she looked up at him with a wry quirk to her lips. "I have a feeling... that I can't use this anyways?" She half stated half asked. "It is beautiful though." Her voice sounded a tad wistful.

[User] "Oh, anyone could." Thomas said. "Everyone has capability of some kind, and can channel it through a wand. And thank you. Though it pales next to you." he said with a smile, humming to himself as he retrieved some ingredients.

[Assistant] Lydia gave him a bright smile at his compliment though her cheeks turned just a little pink. "Maybe some time you could teach me about magic... about what you do." Her face always scrunched up when she was thinking. "I feel like its important to me to know." As she watched him retrieve more components she tilted her head in thought. "Maybe I could be your assistant." She stated with a tentative grin.

[User] Thomas chuckled. "Maybe. Maybe not." he said. "For now, I suppose you should head to bed." he said, pointing towards the spare room. "Then I need your help in the morning, packing up." he explained, working with the components. The room was like the rest of the basement, sparse but interesting. Objects littered it.

[Assistant]
Lydia did as he told her, there really was no point in arguing and she was tired. Her body ached like she had being running. An image flashed through her mind of trees flashing past and a sense of terror that she was being chased. She reached up and clutched her head and squeezed her eyes closed in pain. _What was that..._ She wondered silently. Lydia shook her head and paced around the room feeling anxious now that she was alone. Even the vast array of items around the room failed to distract her from the conflict of emotion inside.

Finally she sat on the edge of the bed and took several long steadying breaths. It was obvious she was overtired and her mind was playing tricks on her. She glanced around the room her eyes landing on a pile of books stuffed haphazardly onto a shelf. The books were all leather bound with odd titles, some not even in English. These were enough to peak her interest despite the dull ache in her head. Selecting on of the English ones at random she flipped it open and stared in delight. The pages were filled with descriptions on rituals and spells, the workings of magics, potions. Curling up on the bed with the book on her lap she spent half the night reading eventually falling asleep curled up on her side with one hand still on the open pages of the book.

[User] Morning rose, and the potion and the spells wore off with the rising sun. The wizard woke her with a sigh. "Get changed. If we are to return to my home, we must move quickly and with care, young lady." he said, nodding to himself. "You may bathe here or there, as you like."

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Lydia's eyes flew open with a cry of surprise. She had been dreaming of being chased. Everything from the night before came flooding back in a rush as if a veil had been lifted which technically it had. She scrambled away from her eyes wide with fear. "Stay away from me!" She yelled her back pressed against the wall. "What did you do to me last night?! Did you drug me?!" Her voice rose a little with each question. "Did you use magic on me?!" She cried in a horrified voice, bordering on hysterical. Her eyes flew around the room looking for something to defend herself. The only thing within reach was a book on the bed which she promptly snatched up and threw at him with surprising force but terrible aim. It whizzed past his head into the hall beyond. Lydia couldn't begin to understand why she had willing agreed to stay here last night... she had distinctly remembered wanting to leave. He had said something last night about preventing her from telling the world about him and then everything sort of passed in a hazy blur.

What he had said upon waking her finally registered. "Your home?" Lydia said in worried tone. "I'm not going anywhere with you, I want to go back to town right now!" Tears welled up in her eyes, it would be just her luck to get captured by a deranged wizard in the woods. She had wanted to prove myths, magic, and legends were more then just stories but she never wanted to be a part of one.


[User]
Samantha, and her partner Jack had been working together for nearly a year at Interpol, and finally decided to take a vacation from the crime scenes. A cruise beginning in Naples, Italy was just the ticket they needed to get away from the mysteries, murders, and criminals. They both boarded with their suitcases in hand, and went to their room to unpack and unwind from the trip there. The cruise ship was large, it was separated by many floors, and activity areas. The word magnificent didn't do it justice even, and it was quite clear they would enjoy their vacation. Pools, spas, events, the signature masquerade ball they held when docked in Venice, it was all so full of culture.

The room, when they got to it, was a decent size, and had two queen sized beds directly side by side. The room was fully equip with the essentials, bathroom, fridge, coffee maker, television, dresser, night stands, and so on. It was nice, they had just been expecting separate rooms, but it was indeed, a work paid vacation. Samantha was just happy to be there, and wanted to hurry up and get to exploring the many floors and activities. She wore a plain black t-shirt, which showed more cleavage then it should, and was too short on her, exposing her inward navel and smooth stomach which surrounded it. Her shorts were about mid-thigh length and showed off the curve of her hips nicely.

"This is pretty nice isn't it, Jack?" She asked, as she opened her suitcase and began putting her cloths away in the dresser by her bed. She didn't seem to mind him being there as she took out her unmentionables and placed them in the top drawer. That just seemed to be part of who she was though, she was very open with people she was close to, and Jack was no exception. She smiled wide, as he hazel eyes watched him, waiting for his response, her long, golden locks were pulled back in a pony tail as usual, revealing her long, smooth neck and defined jawline as she spoke.

[Assistant]
The Italian Princess was quite a large ship in the eyes of Jack  as he got out of the cab, collected his luggage, which consisted of his suitcase and laptop, and walked up the gangplank in front of them to check in with the purser. He had finished up a job in Rome, successfully, with the arrest of the leader of a group of art thieves. He followed his partner, Samantha up the gangplank, one of many on the starboard side of the ship as other passengers were boarding as well. The train ride from Rome to Naples was quite relaxing, as well, and it was like too good to be true, that Oscar Goldman, their contact with Interpol HQ had provided the tickets for the cruise.

Jack wore a pair of khaki trousers, matching comfortable shoes, and a button down, navy blue shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. He sat his suitcase on the bed next to Samantha's. He had admired her sexy legs, curved hips, as well as her deep inny belly button along the way on their trip. He was quite comfortable with her as a partner, though only working with her for about a year. He undid his suitcase and looked about Room 323 on the Ledo Deck. "Good old Oscar, saving the dollars as always," he smiled, as he watched her unpack. He checked about the room, investigator that he was, for anything suspicious, and found nothing that sent up a red flag. He sighed in relief as he also unpacked his suitcase, himself eager to relax from the rigors of the job. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew that this cruise was too good to be true. There was something more than met the eye.

[User]
Smiling, Samantha nodded in agreement, as she finished unpacking. Skidding her empty suitcase under the bed, she saw Jack's face, she knew exactly what he was doing. "Jack... quit working! I know that face. Keep the investigating to a minimum until something juicy pops up." She said, scolding him, her hands rested lightly on her hips. She knew the cruise was probably something more than a mere vacation, but she had every intention of enjoying it as long as she could, and she was determined to drag Jack along with her.

"Come on, let's go explore! I'm sure you are dying to get a look around too. We may even find a crime scene if your lucky." She teased, winking at him as she sat on her bed and waited for him to finish unpacking. She wondered what the first activity that night would be, since the masquerade was two nights away, what else could they have planned? She grabbed a brochure from the nightstand, looking through to the activities section, smiling, she looked at Jack once more. "Apparently there is going to be a dinner and magic show tonight, with dancers and so on." She said, excited by all the possibilities of things that could go array.

[Assistant]
Jack rolled his eyes and nodded. He knew she was right, about the always working part. He watched her put her hands on her hips, he liked that about her. His relationship with Samantha was quite different from previous partners, something about her had grown on him and he was very comfortable about her, as if they had been together more than just the year they were working together. He continued to unpack his clothing, and then slid his practically empty suitcase under the bed, his laptop the only thing inside the suitcase.

He listened to her as he saw her browse through the brochure that was in their room. "Dinner and magic show, sounds quite nice. Do you believe in all that hocus pocus, it is quite entertaining." He sat on her bed beside her, and moved his left arm around her shoulders. He looked over the brochure over her right shoulder as he cuddled her close to him. "Ready to explore when you are, partner."

[User]
Samantha smiled as he got closer, and pointed to the event page for him to see. "I know it's just show, but it is fun to pretend." She said, nudging him teasingly. She stood up, dragging him to his feet with her, smiling wide, "Let's go explore!" She said winking up at him, as she pulled him along to the door by his arm.

She pulled his arm closer to her breasts, his hand ran across her bare belly button, as they left their room. Heading to the activities area, she noticed men carrying cargo boxes into a door marked as 'Do Not Enter' Enter' and she slowed down, her curiosity getting the best of her. She had a bad habit of following large scary men into dark off limit places. Looking up at her partner with a determined expression, it was obvious she wanted to follow them to where ever they were going.

[Assistant]
Jack loved the nudge and followed willingly to the cabin door. Once out of the room, he was beside her along the passage way, his right index finger played with her belly button and outlined its shape. There was not a gap between them as he walked with her down the hallway and towards the activities area. He noticed that they slowed down when Samantha saw the two longshoremen carry the cargo boxes through the doorway. His interest was also piqued as he watched the men, well built from days on end of dealing with heavy cargo boxes, disappear into the room.

His expression was equally determined, "Stop working, least for now, you own words, Sam," he had started calling her that for short. "That is for later," he then winked and cuddled her close as he continued towards the activities area. Jack admired Samantha's curiosity, yet if this was more than just a chance vacation, he wanted them to blend into things about the ship. There would be plenty of time for stealthing. By the time the activities area was reached, the ship had left its berth and was out into the bay heading for open water, as they left Naples.

[User]
Samantha pouted and followed him along to the activities deck, she watched as they got farther and farther from the door. "Damn... but how can I have any fun with that... they were all big and suspicious..." She said, sticking her tongue at him playfully, as the entered the dinning hall where dinner would later be held. It was large, and full of staff members who were setting up the decorations and stage area. It seemed as though everyone was happily busy preparing something, so Samantha pulled Jack back out towards the bar area.

"Wanna grab drinks? Since it's Italy I can legally drink~" she sang happily, hoping he wouldn't shoot her idea down. She was hoping for a few peach ballini, and she'd sneak back to get some without him if he refused her. She smiled, her expression made it clear she would accept anything less than a yes.

[Assistant]
Jack scrunched his nose while he looked at her, "Don't worry Samantha, as resourceful as you are, you'll figure out a way to double back there," then playfully stuck his tongue out back at her. Jack whistled when he saw the size of the main dining room and stage. "Wow," he uttered as he watched the staff and stage technicians at work. The magician's equipment already on stage and in place.

Jack smiled and looked at her, "You're legal anywhere in Europe, not just Italy, my sexy partner," then smiled, "Let's find us a bar, your first peach ballini is on me," then tapped her butt playfully as he headed back out into the arcade to find a bar.

[User]
Smiling wide at his acceptance, she winked at him as he popped her rear, and walked onward as they looked for the bar. It wasn't long before they found it, apparently they had numerous bars, this one was a larger one. The floor was a soft, plush, red carpet, while the walls were an ashen gray color. The bar itself was glass, with black iron accents, and plush looking bar stools.

As they both took a stool, the bartender happily walked over to them, he was obviously Italian. The dark curls, dark skin, and the ruthless flirtatious behavior. He winked at Samantha while he asked her partner what he could get them, obviously looking her over from head to toe. She seemed oblivious to this though, she was more into the bars decor and the soon-to-be-hers soon-to-be-hers peach ballini. She put her arm on her partners shoulder, looking at him happily, as she waited for him to order.

[Assistant]
This was one of many along the arcade and throughout the ship. Jack took notice of the flirting bartender, after they had sat down. He also took notice of Samantha's shirt riding up her back as well as her shorts slid down when she sat on the comfortable bar stool. The bartender's name tag read, "Paul" and then glanced over at Samantha as he felt her leaning on his shoulder. He loved her look, she was definitely happy, then focused back on the waiting bartender, as he put a 50 dollar bill on the counter. "Boilermaker for me and peach ballini for my girl. Oh, and Paul, you make that peach ballini just right, I'm sure she'll want another, on you." He looked at Samantha and winked, then watched the bartender go make their drinks.

Jack glanced around the bar as well, then his eye caught sight of a sign on an easel in one of the corners. "Look Samantha, not only a magic show, masquerade party, but a fashion show as well." He then saw that Paul brought their drinks. "Here's to a good time," he slugged down the shot of bourbon and then followed with a sip of the draft beer from the half liter beer glass. "This could be the start of a thunder run some night," he winked at Samantha as he sipped on his beer.

[User]
Samantha smiled happily and kissed Jack's cheek when he called her 'his girl', and watched as the bartender made their drinks. When she got her drink, she sipped it happily, "Mmm this is fantastic!" She said, taking a few more sips. The sweet warmth from her drink filled her stomach, makin Her lean back in her chair, revealing her belly button, and it stretched upward.

"I love this, this vacation will be amazing, crimes or no crimes." She said, looking at her partner, feeling completely relaxed, "After we finish our few drinks, let's go get fancy for dinner, wanna?" She asked, winking at him playfully, sipping more of her drink, slowly finishing it off. Looking at the bartender, she batted her eyes flirtatiously, and held up her empty glass. He rolled his eyes, but started making her a new drink, giving her a wink as he handed it to her.

[Assistant]
Jack sipped on his beer as he saw her belly button exposed and in a stretched vertical oval. "I love it too, and you're my girl unless you tell me otherwise," he leaned over and kissed her cheek back. He could tell she was enjoying the time on the ship as well as the peach ballini. Some other customers started to come into the bar off the arcade, and Paul attended to them.

He watched and smiled as Paul made her another drink. "Told ya Paul my man, you won your way into her heart, via peach ballinis," and then looked at Samantha. "Works for me, can't wait to see you all fancied up." Jack finished his beer, and left a nice tip for Paul, before he headed out into the arcade and back towards the room.

[User]
Finishing her second drink, Samantha stood, and followed him back to the room. Smiling the whole time, until she noticed a man in a white tux leaving from that same door the cargo men had went through. "Jack... did you see the guy?" She asked, whispering in his ear as they walked on. The man had noticed her eyeing him curiously, and rushed on his way. It peeked her curiosity further, and the warmth of the alcohol has just added to her urges to follow.

When they returned to the room, her mind was engulfed with thoughts of that door, the cargo men, and the man in the white tux. Without warning, she removed her shirt, revealing her black, laced bra, and bare stomach. Then removing her shorts, she revealed her matching black laced underwear. She fished through her drawer, looking for the black dress she had thrown in, "I bet they are up to something Jack..." She mumbled, her rear was up somewhat as she leaned over her dresser, fishing around.

[Assistant]
Jack also took notice of the man in the white tux, and watched him leave quickly once he had came out of the room. "Yeah, think you may be right Samantha, we'll keep an out for him." He was starting to get back into that work mode gradually as things started to add up. He followed Samantha into their room, and shut the door. He smiled as he watched her take off her shirt, and reveal her black laced bra, belly and belly button. He unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it from his trousers, revealing his hairy chest as well as his belly button, a deep inny the size of a quarter. He removed his shirt, trousers, and tossed them aside.

He started to look for his dinner suit that he had hung up in the closet, albeit with a glance back at Samantha as he watched her search for her black dress. He started to visualize her in that dress, as well as admire the top of her butt crack showing from her slid down panties. "So, partner, any ideas of what you're having for dinner tonight?" he talked as he took out his suit and laid it on the bed.


[User]
Josh's smile faded when he saw the paper and immediately ignored the girl. A sigh escaped from his lips. He needed to bring this grade up and fast or his future he may as well kiss it good bye. He worked so hard since elementary school training and preparing for high school basketball. He was the first freshman ever in the school to start varsity and even broke a record for points in a game his first year. He would spent time running, lifting, and doing drills to improve his game. He was probably one of the busiest students in the school with all the conditioning, practicing, games, school work, girls, and parties in the entire school.

He wondered what type of extra credit he would have to do to make it up. They have another game in just 3 days that he has to prepare for. He has no time to sit out or do a huge report or even read a book. If he had to he would threaten some nerd to do it for him, he would do that from time to time.

His eyes met Ms. Maddison and he checked her out. Maybe she meant other means of making it up... he smiled at his own little fantasy. When the bell rang he grabbed his books and bolted out the door. He went through the rest of the day flirting with girls but fantasizing about his teacher.

After school he headed went to his locker switching out his books and putting some in his backpack. He then waited for the hall to thin out before heading to Ms. Maddison's room. He knocked as he entered. "You wanted to see me?"

[Assistant]
Maddison was stood at the window, her arms folded across her chest, looking out as the kids streamed out of school. The majority made their way to the buses, some walked out of the school grounds and the seniors all headed to the car park. She looked around as she heard the door open. Her skirt was a little more creased than it had been this morning, and the white blouse wasn't quite as firmly tucked into the top of her skirt as it had been.

"Yeah... come on in Josh." he walked back over to her desk and pulled out her copy of Josh's last three papers. AS she leaned over the desk, the fact that the top three buttons on her blouse were undone meant that it was possible to see the swell of the top of her tits and the lace of her bra.

"You know I will do what I can to help your grades, but you gotta meet me half way. At the moment, your grades are just on a downward spiral and I did warn you last month that this day would come if you didn't do something about it. I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to keep you on the team for the next game at the end of the week, but maybe we can try and get enough of an improvement to get you in the one after that." She looked up from the papers. Josh was stood in front of her and she could have sworn that he was more focused on her body than he was on what she had been saying, but she decided not to say anything. She put the papers down and sat on the edge of the desk, which meant that her skirt rode up just a little. She folded her arms again across her.

"So... how about we try and find a book that you might think you'll be interested in and I'll put together a make up paper around that?"

[User]
Josh couldn't help but move his eyes to his teacher's chest. She was so beautiful and with her buttons undone the way they were it was hard for him to keep his eyes off her. He only half listed until she mentioned he wouldn't be able to play in the next game. His head jolted straight up with a confused look and then he was all business. "What?! Why?!" His hands slammed onto her desk as he raised his voice. "I have to play... there will be scouts! This is my shot at college scholarship. You can't do this to me. I will meet you half way but you have to let me play."

He didn't wait for her response but just stared her in the eye. "I will do... anything Ms. Maddison. And you Will let me play..." He didn't say a thing after that or even moved. He let the silence in the room just carry a moment to see what she would say to that. This was his future he would not let her stop him from getting a scholarship. He would do anything he had to and he meant it. He didn't want to have to be a jerk but he would if it came down to it. His jaw clenched as he let her think it over.

[Assistant]
Maddison flinched a little as Josh slammed his hands onto the desk, staring back at him a little wide-eyed. For a moment, she couldn't help wonder whether he had just threatened her. You will let me play... had he really just said that.

"Don't shout Josh. And I cannot let you play. You knew that this was going to happen if you didn't keep an eye on your grades. I don't make the rules. And the rules say that if your grades drop below a 3.0 average, you lose your spot on the team." Maddison stood up and crossed her arms again. "Now the only question is whether you want me to help you do something to try and get you back on the team for the game after the next one. I'm sure there will be scouts there too."

[User]
Josh let the words sink in. She wasn't listening to him. He had to play that game. "Ms. Maddison, I have to play the game. There is no debating it. I HAVE to." He walked close to her standing just centimeters away looking at her breasts as he slide his hand up her thigh before looking back at her eyes. "I will do ANYTHING, I have to do."

He let her think about that a moment before he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. "We can do this the easy way... or the hard. But either way... I'm playing the next game." He reached up grabbing her face. "Understand?"

[Assistant]
Maddison was taken completely by surprise by Josh's words and actions. At first when he stepped towards her, she held her ground, not really convinced that he would do anything. He was a good few inches taller than her and she had to look up at him just a little, but she couldn't help noticing that at least initially he wasn't looking at her face; instead his was looking at her chest. But then she felt his hand on her thigh. Her body tensed for a moment and she stepped back. Josh moved with her. She felt her heart pounding as she felt his hands beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse. She looked down, but finding herself unable to do anything. Only when he took hold of her chin, tipping her head back to make her look up at him, did she raise a hand. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist as it held her chin and tried to pull his hand away.

"Josh... STOP IT... I can't... wont... change my mind. And... and there's nothing you can do to make me. And this... this isn't going to make things better for you."

[User]
Josh held his grip on her chin. Her finally fighting back a little and holding her ground turned him on even more. "Oh you will. Trust me... you won't want what will happen to you if you don't change your mind." His hand slide higher on her thigh and rubbed against her panties slowly but with force. He smiled at her.

His hand the moved to spread her legs apart. "Like I said this go two ways. I suggest you just relax and enjoy this." He moved his hand from her chin to undo his pants. His hand went back to rubbing against her panties with force again. He smiled at her. "Ms. Maddison... feels like you're getting wet for me... one of your students. How would the principal like that?"