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dead oғ nιgнт мoderaтorѕ ([info]deadofnightmods) wrote in [info]deadofnightplot,
@ 2016-08-08 17:46:00

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Entry tags:meme: test drive

Test Drive Meme


Welcome to Mirrored Nova!

THE BASICS
To hold everyone over until we officially open up the game, we are offering this lovely Meme, borrowed from many Dreamwidth RPs. This Test Drive Meme will allow everyone to play within the world we have devised. This will allow you to see how your character fits into the world, as well as to play things out to potentially grab up and iron out some plots. The following is basic information.

Helots: Slaves. Born, sold or sentenced.
Reigning: Dominants, alpha personalities.
Intermediates: Switches, beta types. Make up the bulk of society.
Acquiescent: Submissives. Nurturing types submissive in personality, but not pushovers necessarily.

Comment with the prompt # in your subject line. Reply to the Top Level Comment others post. Have fun! Feel free to give starter options for people to choose from if you wish. The commentor will then just need to specify in the subject line which of your starters they're choosing to reply to.
THE PROMPTS
  1. SUMMER SHOWER. You are out around Boston when suddenly you are caught in a rain shower. There is no lightening, and it's not a heavy downpour, but it is enough to be inconvenient and likely make you duck for cover. You will likely not be the only one doing so.
  2. BUS STOP. Boston is a big city, and like all big cities there is a metro bus route with fully electric and modern buses. Still, it doesn't change the fact you and others are stuck together waiting for the bus to arrive in the warm summer weather.
  3. COFFEE SHOP. Whether it be a hot or cold beverage, you're going to likely at some point stop somewhere for a drink. Like always, you're not the only one with such an urge.
  4. POKEMON GO! Advanced? Yes. But still one cannot escape the lure of Pokemon Go! As you're out hunting those elusive Pokemon and hitting Poke Stops or taking over Gyms, you are bound to run into others. It is, after all, the most popular phone-based game on the market right now.
  5. PARK. Feeling a bit restless? Needing exercise to stay healthy? Just needing some fresh air? Well then head to the park and socialize!
  6. STARGAZING. Nothing like being restless at night, right? So you go out wandering in hopes of making yourself sleepy. Hoping you don't get mugged along the way. Enjoy those stars.
  7. CLUBBING. We all feel the need to dance and socialize. Alright, so some of us do. Well? Get out there! Shake it and talk it up. Flirt and get downright naughty on the dance floor. Tease and tempt.
  8. SCHOOL. You're on campus and dealing with the school things. Signing up for upcoming classes, starting to worry about supplies, or finishing up summer classes.
  9. WILDCARD. Pick, choose, mix or create your own!
CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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#5 Park | Norah Klyne | OTA
[info]little_tigress
2016-08-08 06:03 pm UTC (link)
[ooc: GEN unless you're Nicholas.]

Norah rarely left her master's home, finding herself so very comfortable there with him and with the other Helots and staff. However, the nearby park was somewhere she could go. Usually, a group of them would go and wander the park for a time before being returned to their Master's home, usually when he wasn't there and off on a trip, occasionally while he was there and their duties were lighter than normal.

And so she was walking in the park, wearing a light cotton pink sundress and simple brown sandals. A sheer and super light shawl draped over her arms and hanging behind her back for if she needed it in the shade or breeze. She was so slight that she felt the temperature change easily. Her hair was gathered in a loose bun, but tendrils already tried escaping. Currently she was shielding her eyes as she looked up, watching some birds darting about in the sky.

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Re: #5 Park | Norah Klyne | Nicholas Edding
[info]nicholasedding
2016-08-08 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Nicholas had spent the weekend in Providence, Rhode Island. The bed and breakfast had been quaint, but he was eager to return to Boston by Sunday evening. It was uncommon for him to spend weekends away when he had no need. That said, he had promised a collection of friends to spend some time away from work and gone happily to drink and dine together. Upon his return, he found himself somewhat surprised to hear that Norah was away from the property.

There was only a small collection of places that his helots were allowed to travel unaccompanied. It was primarily for their protection rather than attempting to make them feel any confinement.

All the same, he set his things down in the foyer, listening as they informed him that she had gone to the nearby park.

The walk was short and spotting her fiery red hair from a distance was easy. Crossing the space, Nicholas cleared his throat gently to alert her of his presence as his hands came around both of her arms to gently clasp hold of her. “Beautiful day.” Spoken in a quiet sentiment, he bowed his mouth inward to brush along her pulse. His possession of her was evident; he did little to conceal it.

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[info]little_tigress
2016-08-08 08:48 pm UTC (link)
Norah was lost in the moment and the ariel dance of the birds. She didn't see the freedom they held in stark contrast to the lack of her own. Freedom was an alien concept to her, one she was never fond of contemplating. This was the life she wanted. No, it was just the simple beauty in their dance, seemingly random and yet not. There was a purpose within it.

She blinked at the throat clearing, eyes traveling down, about to turn... then she felt his touch. Her master, he had returned. His touch was so intimately known by her she could never confuse it for another. His hands, his entire being was her world. A little smile came to play upon her lips as she leaned back against him, head tilting slightly to the side.

"Yes, though it's better now. You returned early?" She asked as she turned her head to look at him. "I had wanted to be home to greet you." Yes, there was a slight pout to her lips. She so enjoyed greeting Nicholas whenever he returned from his trips.

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[info]nicholasedding
2016-08-08 09:00 pm UTC (link)
“Everyone likes a surprise from time to time.” Smiling down to her expression, Nicholas stepped along side her and started guiding her down the walking path. He tucked his palms into the pockets of his jacket. “Boston was fun, but I didn’t sleep well at the bed and breakfast I had selected to stay in.” He hadn’t liked sleeping in his bed and had a much stronger preference for sleeping with the warmth of her body along his side.

“Too stiff of a mattress, not enough give.” The phrasing was less than ideal but due to the nature of their relationship there hardly seemed reason to watch his words when the two of them were alone. “Did you stay out of trouble while I was gone?”

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[info]little_tigress
2016-08-12 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Norah smiled softly because it was true. She did enjoy surprises, particularly this kind. Where her Master returned early to surprise her. She let herself have the little fantasy that it was her who drew him back home early. That her Master held an attachment to her that strong, if not as strong as her own to him.

She followed alongside Nicholas, but soon was pouting slightly despite herself. It was nice, but he hadn't greeted her as was their norm. There had been to gentle touch, no kiss given to her. She was left drifting along beside him growing sad without it. She'd come to cherish his affectionate greetings.

"Then I am glad you are home, Master. Now you can sleep well in your own bed."

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[info]nicholasedding
2016-08-12 09:01 pm UTC (link)
Glancing back to Norah, he caught her pout and extended a hand to her. “Come here, little one.” When she accepted his touch, he drew an arm around her back to pull her against his side. “I don’t like to see you pout, and I know you are missing your kiss, but I think tonight may be a good opportunity to warm your backside with my belt before we both enjoy my bed.”

Tipping his head in to brush his lips over her temple, it was evident there was no anger at his suggestion but rather an enticing idea he thought they would both enjoy. “I missed you at my side.”

With his lips mumbling against her skin, it was only after his statement he straightened his back out. It still wasn’t common for him to feel the attachment he did to Norah. No one was going to stop him of course, but it was still rare among Helot owners. With his fingers lining down her spine he curled against the fabric and kept her close.

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[info]little_tigress
2016-08-16 06:09 pm UTC (link)
Norah tried to hide how pleased she was when he called her over, though there was the barest hint of a smile to her lips, removing the pout. She went into his grasp easily, feeling at least as he held her close. It mattered not that they were in public. In fact it made this even better. Then he was talking to her, saying those things she enjoyed hearing.

Her cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment, from excitement. She bit her bottom lip, thighs pressing together a moment as her body reacted to the imagery of those words and the memory of how it felt when he spanked her. Even his chaste kiss to her temple added to it.

Norah turned into her Master, hands coming up to curl into his shirt. She let her cheek rest against his chest."Yes, please, sir. I've missed you terribly. Please take your pleasure in me," she said, hoping her words would please him.

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[info]nicholasedding
2016-08-16 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Nicholas was usually very pleased with Norah’s behavior, and because of that he very rarely had a true reason to punish her. That said, he still quite enjoyed using the idea of a spanking in play. The only true punishment he could have ever given Norah was the weight of his disappointment. He’d determined. There were few things that would leave her as distraught as knowing that she’d displeased him.

This only added to the adoration the two of them felt for one another, regardless of how common it was or not. “I will, little one.” With her taking space in front of him, he folded his palms around her sides and smiled to her. “For right now, though, you came out for a walk not to be hauled back to the house, so we walk.” The path in the park wasn’t overly far, but it was still a ways to go. Returning home only meant that the two of them could return to their normal behaviors with one another, and that was exactly what he imagined they both wanted.

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#7 Clubbing | Aran Foley | OTA
[info]aranfoley
2016-08-08 07:59 pm UTC (link)
It was another weekend in Boston. The best thing about being a masseuse was that he could make his own hours, leaving him plenty of time to do the thing he liked doing. All the wiggle room. He made his appointments. So long as he had enough to live on and pay his part of the office space rent? All was well.

So here he was, out on the club scene on a Friday Night. One of hundreds of bodies down along the main drags hopping from place to place. Aran wasn't a big drinker, so he didn't get much alcohol to drink. He did ingest a lot of water though. And he was constantly on the dance floor. Moving his body to the music, dancing with others without discrimination. Male or female. Multiple partners or none at all. If females hit on him he'd laugh it off and explain to them they were on the same team.

At this moment, nothing was different. He was moving on his own right then, in his tight jeans and snug tank top. Then yet another body found his, making him smile. He enjoyed having a dancing partner.

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Re: #7 Clubbing | Aran Foley | Matteo Vasiliev
[info]cluster7
2016-09-11 08:52 pm UTC (link)
Matteo liked places like these. Places where people were truly free and let go of their inhibitions. He hadn't known that in so long-he lost one Reigner only to have another. The first one had been...sheltering. But now this one completely ignored Matteo. Ronnie seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever even when he tried to talk to her. He told her he was going out tonight. He didn't know if she heard him or not but it didn't stop him.

He roamed Boston for a while, hands in his pockets, head down. He didn't want to be recognized. When he made it to the club, everyone seemed too lost in the moment to worry about who was really who. The bass of the music moved through his entire body and he watched in awe at the shining lights. A few past owners? Clients?-had taken him to places like this, but he was never allowed to just enjoy himself. Now for the first time he went out on the floor of his own free will. Before he even worked up the nerve to dance someone pulled his hands and pressed their body against his, and soon he was as caught up as everyone else.
He finally grew bold enough to approach someone on his own. A writhe figure in tight jeans with long dark hair. He was male, but beautifully androgynous, moreso than Matteo himself. He moved close and greeted him with a smile before he cautious slid his hands around his hips and attempted to follow his rhythm. Matteo wasn't the best dancer.

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[info]aranfoley
2016-09-12 12:30 am UTC (link)
Aran turned no one away while he was dancing. Open to all experiences. He also did not judge those around him. Aran himself, while he held the rhythm, he was no expert. He held nothing against those who seemed to move less freely than he himself did.

As his new partner approached Aran returned the guy's smile, welcoming his approach.As he was touched, Aran moved his hands to slide up along the man's arms slowly. Casually adjusting his movements to, hopefully, be easier to match.

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#3 Coffee Shop | Marek Bosko | OTA
[info]alovelykitty
2016-08-08 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Marek left his apartment humming softly under his breath, thumbs tucked into his pockets as he went. The tune wasn't anything recognizable outside of his mind. Just a little something he threw together. An ever-evolving personal melody that was the soundtrack of his life. There was no sheet music to it, just as there was no set story to his life. He smiled at the people he passed, waved at some he recognized.

There was no ears or tail that tipped people off to the fact this was a kitty that walked down the street. Just a simple leather collar with a little kitty charm. Something easily overlooked as an accessory and nothing more. Just a young man with a youthful look, a head of ultra curly hair on top and buzzed at the sides. Skinny jeans, an over-large shirt and vans helping him blend in. His smile and bright eyes set him apart, though.

Entering his favorite coffee shop his humming continued. He smiled at the baristas behind the counter as he waited in line, nose crinkling a bit as it widened when they waved at him. This was his favorite shop, and he was a regular. A noticeable personality always coming in and chatting everyone up. Always here for his lattes, iced in the summer, tea lattes hot in the colder months.

Greetings done for now he just stood there humming and rocking slightly on his heels.

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Re: #3 Coffee Shop | Marek Bosko | OTA
[info]pyoshi
2016-08-16 11:21 am UTC (link)
With summer coming to a close, Jack found himself spending more time working and preparing from his office. Today, however, he found it absolutely intolerable and instead he set up office in a quaint little coffee shop. He often found himself seeking solace here, sipping on some tea and working on preparing documents and syllabi to upload to blackboard for the students.

He glanced up, slightly distracted, as the door to the shop opened an a young man stepped in, full of life and smiles. He recognized him from the few times he had been in the coffee shop and it seemed as if the ray of sunshine was in full force today. He stood, making his way over to get in line behind him, ready for a refill of tea bags and hot water, the tea pot in his hand where the water had gone cold. He gave Marek a slight nod, his eyes flicking to the collar around his neck, a knowing smile on his face.

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[info]alovelykitty
2016-08-16 11:30 am UTC (link)
Marek beamed up at the man who came to stand behind him, having seen him before. Marek was curious about him, of course. He was tall and broad and just completely gorgeous, as well as seeming to be so very mature. Marek had always wanted to talk to him, but had never been given the chance. Now was that chance. his lips immediately parted to greet him only to stall when the man's eyes moved to his collar and his smiled like that.

A blush appeared on his cheeks and he reached up to fiddle with the little kitty charm on it, becoming shy. Yet he still smiled even as he ducked his head a bit. "Hello, sir. You must like this place. I see you every so often," he said in a soft voice, fidgeting slightly on his feet.

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[info]pyoshi
2016-08-16 11:44 am UTC (link)
Jack's smirk grew ever so slightly at the sight of the blush on Marek's cheeks. He did enjoy the look of the flushed skin on someone so beautiful. He cleared his throat, nodding slightly at Marek's observation. "It makes a nice change from working in my office." He chuckled before leaning in slightly, his voice lowering dramatically. "Although I think they might be onto the fact that I don't actually drink coffee..." He winked at Marek and stood back up. "I see you every time I am in here...caffeine junkie?" He teased with a smile.

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[info]alovelykitty
2016-08-16 12:47 pm UTC (link)
Marek licked his bottom lip slightly before biting it as he smiled, amused by the man's words. Though he couldn't fight the shiver as the man spoke lowly and so close. The man's voice was sinful, should be illegal. It did nothing for making his blush disappear.

"No, just... it's tasty... They put the right amount of cream and sugar in their drinks." He ducked his head and worried his bottom lip some, fingers still fiddling with the kitty charm. His one little public declaration of the kitty he was. The line moved up a person so Marek moved with it, though he stayed slightly turned to hopefully continue talking with this very attractive man.

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[info]pyoshi
2016-08-16 09:56 pm UTC (link)
The flick of pink tongue did not go unnoticed from Jack and he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a moment at the thought of what the kitten could do with that tongue.

"That does sound tasty...although I'm not sure it is tasty enough to tempt me to actually drink the stuff. I'll stick with my tea and honey." He took a step up with the line. "So when you aren't partaking of the sweet and creamy drinks here, what else do you do....apologies, I didn't catch your name."

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[info]alovelykitty
2016-08-17 08:09 am UTC (link)
"More for me then!" He said happily as he perked up for a moment. The shyness falling away quickly as he sighed over the drink he would be getting. It was going to be so yummy... He then pulled out of his little fantasy of enjoying his iced mocha coffee as the man continued to speak.

"Oh! Marek. I'm Marek Bosko." He was trusting, giving out his last name without a thought otherwise and holding out his hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you, sir!"

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[info]pyoshi
2016-08-17 08:38 am UTC (link)
Jack laughed softly at how Marek perked up. "You can have it all, within reason. Too much would make you sick and that wouldn't be good." He switched the tea pot to his other hand and shook Marek's with a smile. "It's nice to meet you as well, Marek. I'm Jack. Jack Fitzgerald." He released the soft hand, but his eyes remained on the younger man. He reminded himself to be a gentleman and not prey on this innocent stranger.

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[info]alovelykitty
2016-08-17 09:26 am UTC (link)
Marek pouted at Jack, though not seriously. He knew as much himself, still he was having fun. It also pleased him secretly that this man spoke like that. Made him purr inside a bit. "I know..." there was a bit of a sulk there. He turned a bit, moving with the line again, his hand curled up and held to his stomach, which flopped around from the man's touch. Jack's hand was so big and warm!

"Can i ask what you do when you're here?" he wanted the conversation to continue, and just hoped he wouldn't be too nosy asking.

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#3 Coffee Shop | Will Emerson | OTA
[info]williamthehelot
2016-08-08 10:24 pm UTC (link)
Will had been sent to the coffee shop on the corner to bring drinks back for both Nicholas, his master, and Nicholas' secretary. Will had written down what they wanted so that he could simply hand it to the barista, along with a ten dollar bill. After successfully navigating that interaction, difficult for William in and of itself, he moved off to the side so he would be out of the way as he waited for the drinks to be made. He watched the other people in the shop, but he tried to be subtle. He didn't want anyone to think he was being nosy. He was relieved when the drinks were finished so he could go back to his Master's office. He picked them up and turned to head back out of the shop, only run straight into someone who'd walked up behind him, managing to spill one of the coffees all down their shirt.

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-12 08:15 pm UTC (link)
Desiderio was at the coffee shop as he killed sometime between his appointments, waiting for his order to come up with a white chocolate and walnut cookie. It was a weakness of his, sweets. One he held himself back on, but occasionally gave into. Like now. He watched as his order was being made, somewhat detached from his surroundings as he thought on the recent deals he had in the works, as well as the example his hitman had recently made of a Triad underling in his city.

That is until he had hot coffee spilled on to him as well as a slight form colliding with him. His hands immediately grasped the boy's biceps, steadying him even as Desi hissed softly. Looking down at his ruined shirt he frowned. He then looked at the younger man who was now in his grasp. His brows furrowing slightly.

"You need to pay attention to your surrounding in tight spaces," he said in a slightly harsh tone, lecturing automatically.

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#1 Summer Shower | Maddox Foley | OTA
[info]howlthemoon
2016-08-08 11:38 pm UTC (link)
Maddox enjoyed cutting through the park on his way from home to his favourite pastry shop. He had a sweet tooth and they made the best in town for him. It seemed liked a nice day and he had plenty of time but within minutes the overcast clouds rolled in and then it started to rain. He didn't think to wear more than a hoodie. But it wasn't the cold rain of the fall or early winter. It was a warm summer rain and he smiled as he pushed the hood and tipped his head up into the sky and the raindrops started coming down on his face.

He kept walking along the path smiling and not minding the others who walked or were trying to get out of the weather. It was Boston, one had to get used to the weather. Mads rounded the corner before spotting a cluster of trees that formed a shelter of sorts.

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Re: #1 Summer Shower | Maddox Foley | Ottiley Williams
[info]ottiley
2016-08-14 11:43 am UTC (link)
Ottiley on the other hand was sipping her coffee from beneath the trees, her eyes peering up to the sky as well in curiosity as to how long the storm would hold. Dressed in black, her skirt was painted with roses while the tips of her shoes tipped forward to let the drops of water roll off and back onto the pavement. A small leather backpack was set over her left shoulder and her long thick hair coated over her shoulder and back. With no umbrella she idly wondered how she was going to get back home, or at the very least to the Lounge—She wasn’t set to work today but it was closer than home and she didn’t see them turning her away if she wanted to hide out in the back.

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Re: #1 Summer Shower | Maddox Foley | Ottiley Williams
[info]howlthemoon
2016-08-21 05:32 pm UTC (link)
He wiped his face and pushed back his hood as he escaped the rain and stopped to smile at the pretty girl when he glanced around. It didn't escape his notice that she didn't carry an umbrella either and her coat was less than ideal for the weather. "It seems neither of us were prepared for the suden fit of Mother Nature, were we?"

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#7 Club | Ottiley Williams | OTA
[info]ottiley
2016-08-14 11:54 am UTC (link)
The Orchid Lounge boasted an elite clientele with money burning through their pockets and allure for the exotic. It was for that reason the owner of the club was able to heavily screen who was hired on, and what they wore while working the floor. Dancers took the stage while others simply went to warm the laps of patrons—Enough cash on hand they’d even take a client or two into one of the back rooms for some privacy.

Ottiley was working that night, sipping on ginger ale cleverly placed in the tall champagne glass. Dressed to give the patrons just enough to drive them wild she prowled the floor and made conversation with those who called her attention. There was an art form to it, and it was evident in the confidence and grace she possessed that she’d mastered her craft quite well. Ottiley was easily one of the top earners in the club, and though they all addressed her as Kali, she could command the room.

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-14 10:32 pm UTC (link)
The meeting was over with and, as usual, his guest had wandered off. Chasing after his pleasures with a girl, wanting a private moment and a bit of a show for himself alone. It wasn't uncommon. Often they took advantage of this, especially if normally they could not get into this club. It was high end, after all.

Sitting alone now at his table back and out of the way, but affording him a full view of the club, Desi sipped on his glass. Green eyes on the figure making her way over the floor. Gorgeous legs, nicely curved, long hair that made his fingers itch to slip into. He'd been a widower for a year now, but still, the joy of being free hasn't abated. He was enjoying the freedom to play.

He watched her boldly, letting her catch his stare. Letting her be pulled toward him by the intensity of it. He said nothing as she drew closer, just sipped his scotch once more.

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[info]ottiley
2016-08-14 10:43 pm UTC (link)
Watching Desi just as boldly as he watched her, Ottiley took a long drink from her champagne glass. She was still drinking when she felt the hot breath of a male coworker whisper instructions into her ear of who he was. Once the glass was empty, she finally turned her gaze to the man and handed him the empty cup, silently smiling as she returned her attention back to Desi.

Crossing the space, Ottiley extended a palm against his shoulder as she moved around the to the side of his chair. “Can I get you another scotch, Sir?” Her long thick hair fell over her shoulder as her fingers ghosted against the fabric of his jacket.

Standing with just enough of her laced hip in his sight she leaned down some, close enough to be touched. There were rules about patrons touching the girls, and Ottiley didn’t think she was at risk, still with instructions to give him anything he asked for, she knew the potential was there.

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-15 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Desi's eyes moved from her pretty face to the hand that touched him He knew the rules in these places well, and he abided them without difficulty. She could touch him, but he could not touch her. He wouldn't touch her not just because of those rules, but because he was no desperate man. This was a test to see if she was the kind of fun he liked.

His eyes trailed over her body up to her eyes. He brought his glass up as he held her gaze and finished off his scotch. "Top shelf scotch, neat." Was his response as he held the tumbler out for her to take. "Your name is Kali? an interesting name for a stripper." He said with a smirk. "What are you the destroyer of?"

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[info]ottiley
2016-08-15 10:03 pm UTC (link)
Smiling some, she took the glass from him and gestured toward one of the servers to take it away as she moved around to sit on one of the large circular benches in front of his seat that were meant for putting the girls on display. It gave Desi a look at every inch of her as she rested a palm down to maintain her weight and kept her gaze on his eyes.

She could see he was attractive but for now it was just a conversation. He didn’t look like the type to pay.

“That’s right…What gave me away?” It wasn’t as though she wore a name tag anywhere, but she felt a touch amused at his second question. “I wouldn’t say I was a stripper or a destroyer, a dancer and perhaps a force in my own right.”

Ottiley never removed any clothing when she took the stage; she just didn’t necessarily wear much most occasions. "And what about you Mr. Vargas? I was told to give you anything you want within our ability to serve here. What makes you so important?" In all likely hood, it wasn't necessarily right to ask such a bold question but Ottiley was curious. With the server returning with a fresh tumbler of scotch for Desi, she waved off the offer of a drink for herself and kept her eyes fixed on his.

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-16 05:59 pm UTC (link)
Desiderio Vargas certainly wasn't the type to pay. He had no need to. Now that he was free the girls, and boys, came to him. Paying wasn't something he would ever have to do, nor would he ever contemplate. He did take care of his lovers, though. Made sure they got gifts and were comfortable.

He smirked at her words, enjoying the view she gave him. A professional. He tilted his head to the side a bit as he regarded her. She was very easy on the eyes and held an exotic quality that no doubt did her well. She enticed him, awoke an urge to touch. He wanted to feel her skin under his fingertips. "I've been here for a little while and asked one of the others who you were," he said simply in an amused tone.

Her answer to his question had him chuckling as he dragged a finger over his bottom lip, regarding her with consideration in his eyes as well as hunger. "Not a destroyer of men, then. But a primeval goddess brimming with untapped power..." He smirked a bit. "Please, show me your dance. None of that scripted stuff you do up on the stage, but one just for me." He said as he crossed a leg over his knee.

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[info]ottiley
2016-08-16 06:29 pm UTC (link)
“No… Not a destroyer of men. I don’t think I would do very good in this profession if I didn’t have a healthy appreciation for men.” Ottiley could tell when she had interested a prospective client and being asked to dance wasn’t out of the ordinary — being asked to dance something special was, though. She smiled, unable to stop her amusement from crossing her features.

“You don’t like my dance on stage?”

Spinning her legs around she sat herself up and rose up to her feet. Sliding out of her heels, she pushed them aside. If she was not putting on a show for the club, there was no need to add the visual for them. They only left her feet sore at the end of the day and at 5’9” she didn’t feel as though she was cheating him a decent show of her legs. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

Without the faintest idea as to who he was or why he was so important, her attention was pulled when the song changed, and she took her place in front of him once more. Reaching her foot up she gave his knee a nudge to instruct him to uncross as her hips swayed instinctively. With the sheer lace pulled across her body, there was no doubt in that moment of toned her form was. Hands sliding down over her sides and waist she hooked a thumb into the band of her panties and dipped low to show her skin as she moved closer until her spread thighs rested over his knees.

With palms sliding up to play at the edge of her bra she put on a show for him in a far more erotic way than most of the dancers that had been on the stage. Combing her fingers through his hair and softly gripping the strands to tip his head back as her free hand slid down his chest. She was careful in the way she touched him though and sensual as though she was dancing for someone she genuinely cared about, her face tipping in to brush her lips over his pulse before she slid off his lap and down onto her knees, sliding herself back to the bench once more.

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-16 06:46 pm UTC (link)
"I like your stage dance just fine, Kali. I like personal much better, though." And he did. He watched her move, his gaze going predatory as she pushed his leg aside, and he let her. He brought his arms to rest on the chair properly and out of her way, a clear show he wasn't going to touch her.

"Didn't I?" he asked in response, knowing full well he hadn't answered her. Desi did seem rather distracted though as Kali moved over his lap. She was a gorgeous woman and nothing pleased him more than getting his hands on a gorgeous woman. He itched to have his hands on her, his mouth as well. To taste her and hear her sultry voice as she moaned in pleasure. When she grabbed at his hair and pulled he had to grip the armrests tightly to keep his hands in place. His instinctive reaction was to grab her hips and flip her onto that low little stool.

When she let go and went to her knees Desi's head came up and his eyes were on her, looking like a wolf. His tailored pants tenting noticeably, which he made no move to hide. Oh, he was going to have her. "I would like your number, hermosa."

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[info]ottiley
2016-08-16 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Ottiley smiled at his words and raised a leg up to turn herself around and give him a view of her backside as she splayed her palms out over the circular bench and moved back up onto her knees. She was used to having men request her number, but she wasn’t used to wanting to give it to them. “And what would you do with my number?” She asked with her back still to him and this time, her palms slid back down to her waist, and she dropped down before turning once more.

Sliding back onto his lap as the sound of the music increased she purposely moved her hips over the tented form between her thighs and pressed her breast to his chest, hands scooping the sides of his neck as she smiled some at this type of conversation they were having. Ultimately it wasn’t common for men to talk to her the way Desi did when she danced, but more common for them to slur profanities of what they’d do to her when they had her alone.

When the music stopped, though, she slid her palm over his chest and sat back on his thighs. “I'd be more willing to give it if you told me why you're so important, though.” With a roll of her hips, she pressed against him. "Because you know if you get my number you don't get the "me" you know here, you just get me... and I am too curious not to know."

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[info]adarknesswithin
2016-08-16 07:33 pm UTC (link)
"I'd text you and call you on occasion," he said honestly as he watched her. Not saying what they both knew, that those conversations would no doubt lead to sex. He prided himself in being desirable, and knew he would get her. This dance was nice, though; the dance of words.

As she moved against him, now back in his lap, he gripped the armrests more tightly. It felt good having her teasing him like that. Teasing that went beyond the song even. Oh yes, he had her. HE smirked as she tried to barter. He couldn't resist lifting his hips and pressing up against her, ensuring the woman felt just how big he was, and he wasn't even fully hard yet.

"I'm the one mama's everywhere warn their little girls about." He then smirked and leaned in with his lips right by her ear. "Soy el lobo feroz, poco rojo.">

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[info]ottiley
2016-08-16 07:42 pm UTC (link)
Feeling him rub up against her, Ottiley let her eyes slip closed if only for a moment as she reached a palm up once more and rested her brow down against his throat. Sliding a palm under the lapel of his jacket she fished out a pen and moved back up onto her knees, one at each side of his thighs before she leaned over him to reach for a napkin. Holding the pen in one palm, she rested the napkin on his shoulder and scrawled out her number.

“I expect a better answer than that, Mr. Wolf.”

Folding the napkin up, she hooked it beneath the cap of the pen and slid it back into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t go chasing little girls or abuelas on your way out.” Sliding up to her feet, Ottiley took two steps back and kicked each of her shoes over to step back inside of them before turning to walk away.

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#8 School | Christine Preston | OTA
[info]suspendtime
2016-08-15 08:10 am UTC (link)
With classes for the fall semester starting up soon, Christine was anxious to get all her books and supplies. Organization was key to success academically, at least that's what she believed. While many students chose to order their books online, she much preferred to go to the campus bookstore and grab them all by hand. She had only just moved to town two weeks ago and was still trying to get to know the lay of the land. If she happened to make a few acquaintances along the way, there was certainly no harm in that.

Christine's arms were full of books, notebooks, and supplies as she turned the corner to head to the register. She hadn't been paying full attention and with her bad ear facing the direction she was going, she hadn't heard or seen anyone coming her way until it was too late. The next thing she knew, she was sprawled out on her butt and her books and supplies scattered about her. "Damn it." Shaking her head at herself, it was only as she got up onto her knees that saw who she had bumped into.

"I'm sorry... I usually am a little more diligent about knowing my surroundings and what not."

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