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Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she went over to the pole and twirled letting her legs wrap around it as if it was her lover, she grinned at all who sat in the audience, the music was telling them that she was a naughty girl and needed to be punished. she crawled on all fours to the edge of the stage and stuck her ass out and her finger in her mouth before she flipped on her back and onto her side to spread her legs. she licked her lips and stood up, as she looked out she saw a very handsome face at the back of the room and decided she needed some fun so she would ask one of the waitersses if he wanted a lap dance.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

The more Liam focused in on the dancer, the more he realize he did know her. He was then surprised by the request from the dancer. Did she not notice him? He wondered if he should accept or not. Part of him was excited having her giving him a lap dance, part of him wanted to see what would her reaction be when she notices one of her professors was here. He accepted the request.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

tasha grinned when he accepted the request and she went over to him when her turn was done on stage. she smoothed out her outfit and licked her lips, she couldnt wait to have some fun and perhaps they would go to the private back room. hello me name is tasha...what are your fantasies? she smirked and cocked her hip.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam was a bit surprised that she didn't recognize him. It was probably that the back was kind of dark. Maybe that's why she's being so naughty, and is kind of acting like she doesn't recognize him. Or maybe she did recognize him and didn't care because fact of the matter is, that's her job and if she doesn't please a customer she might not get paid tonight. He then thought, does this mean he had to pay her? He cleared his throat. Perhaps we should go somewhere private?
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she smiled and nodded at his words and crooked her finger at him, oh i have a very special place we can go she sashayed her hips for him and took him to the private room in the back. she couldnt wait to see what he was like...she was so horny and he was so hot. she opened the door and led him in to a red and black room that had low lights and a big couch bed thing and lots of toys.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam cleared his throat when he heard special place. Did she really knew who he was? And had a crush on him? Was that why she was acting like this? Becuase it seemed like she wanted him the moment her eyes locked her sights on him. He held her hand and suddenly there was an urge to pull her towards him and let their emotions ravish one another. He looked around. Why is this place so special... he said as he notice the toys. He then closed the door and looked at her.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she turned to him at his words and was about to say something in response when she recognised him and she caught herself. she didnt know that her teacher came here but she had to do her job and she still thoguht that he was hot so she figured she would play along if he would. its the pleasure room...i can make your wildest fantasies come true. she murmured as she sauntered closer to him.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam cleared his throat again. He kept thinking to himself if he should really go through with this. He was somewhat depressed. And there's a willing beautiful girl in front of him, willing to do whatever he asked...wanting to make his fantasies come true. Something his ex never did for him. His hands turned into a fist. As he felt his heart beating, she was inching closer and closer. I have a lot of fantasies...but...none of them involved you...Tasha... he said realizing he now had an erection. But... he said looking down.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she sighed as he came so close to saying yes and then she blushed deeply when he told her he knew who she was. and why not? she asked him softly stroking her hand up and down his chest, she was still interested in him but if he didnt want it then she would just leave him alone.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

You didn't let me finish... Liam said, But I'm willing to enter you into my fantasies... he said wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her closer as he leaned in and gave her a kiss. He then stopped and pulled his head back to look at her. He couldn't believe he did that, kissing a student...he should be FIRED. But yet his heart was pounding, he enjoyed breaking the law. He smiled.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she quieted and let him talk, when he replyed she blushed but smiled. she was so happy that he wanted her, she was never really wanted, and then when he pulled her close and kissed her she moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. mmm...u will? she nearly purred in delight then she walked him over to the couch so she could do what he asked for. so would u still like that lap dance? she smiled and licked her lips?
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam sat down and smiled. BUt you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about our encounter...and are there camera's in here? he asked as he sat down. He then heard Tasha's request. of course...
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she nodded in agreement, of course...i wouldnt want anyone to find out about us. she smiled and shook her head, no there are no cameras in here. she grinned when he agreed to the lap dance and helped him get comfortable as she swayed her hips slightly and found a stance over his legs.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam smiled, Good... he said looking up at her. He knew the moment she sat on his lap, he'll know the bulge in his pants. Which meant she had gotten him excited. How good are you at Lap dances? he said with a smirk.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she smiled at his words and winked as she leaned in and nibbled on his ear, one of the best. she chuckled and pushed her hips down a bit harder on his as she rocked them, thats when she noticed the large bulge in his pants and grinned. mmmm...my my my someone is happy to see me. shall we let them become good friends? she smirked and kissed his neck.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

You're that good huh? You certainly do have a beautiful body to boot... he smirked as he jerked his head back enjoying her motion of grinding herself against his lap. Mmm...first I want to see how good you are at giving lapdances he said with a smirk as he pulled her head closer to him for a kiss before pulling away.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she smiled at his words and blushed lightly, no one had ever commented her like that but she wasent vain so she nodded to his request to finish the lap dance, with pleasure. she thrust her chest out and rocked her hips on his. she put a hand on his shoulder and leaned as far back as possible so that it arched her back and spread her legs. she looked at him with lust darkened eyes and licked her lips.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam felt his erection harden as Tasha continued the lap dance. Undress...yourself he asked as he enjoyed the beauty that which was her breasts sticking out in front of his face. He smiled and pressed his head against them gladly then pulling back and looking up at her.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she smiled at him and swayed her hips on him when he suddenly asked her to undress. she blushed lightly but nodded and slowly got up off of him to oblidge. she twirled in front of him as she undressed, taking her top off first and tossing it to the side and then before she took off her tight shorts she bent over in front of him and looked back at him as she spread her legs wide. stading back up she pealed off her shorts and stood before him naked. please? she murmured.
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

Liam smiled at Tasha's Show for him. It only made him want her more. The doubt of touching a student was long gone. There was now only lust for this Stripper who was a student in one of his classes. He could get fired for touching her in ways that a teacher shouldn't ever do. He smiled as she was now practically naked in front of him. He reached out and grabbed that fine ass. Yes...now...we'll commence my fantasy... he said pulling her back onto his lap. Unzip my pants with your hands...
Thread: oh crap...i can explain. (whitestar and irena)

she yelped and giggled as he grabbed her ass but she didnt stop what she had been doing. she never once let herself think of what she was going to do for a teacher of hers, she simply thought of it as a job and a bit of pleasure. when he pulled her onto his lap she smiled at him and nodded at his request, very well...but please tell me of your fantasy? she murmured as she let her hands roam down his chest to his pants. she smirked at the feel of him, so large for her as she unzipped him and nibbled on his neck.
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Deccuss Fulvia and his wife lounged comfortably in their salon, chatting about the war in Gaul and Caesar and their uncle Pompey. They speculated on what their new son-in-law would be like. Deccuss wondered on whether he would be a decent Roman anymore, having spent the past eight years in Gaul. Claudia, Esme's mother, merely stated that a war hero was better than their daughter moping their domus after her husband, the old senator, Lucius de Lucca died in their bed. A man came to lean beside his lord's head, whispered in low tones. Claudia raises her dark brows at her husband. Deccuss shrugged and pulled himself up into a sitting position. He has arrived in Rome, he stated simply. Claudia nodded and clapped her hands, summoning the servants surrounding them. We shall have dinner prepared by the time you and the boy return. The lady of the Fulvii sauntered off towards the kitchens. Oh, and do have him bathe once he gets here. I'll have water heated for him. Deccuss Fulvia sighed and resigned himself to greeting his new son-in-law, taking a handful of men at arms with him to the Forum. They left at a brisk walk. No one rode horses within the city. The streets were far too narrow and crowded for such things, and despite his girth, Deccuss kept a swift pace. It took little to no time to reach the Forum where he saw what he supposed was Cassius Cladius throwing Gaelic trinkets to the plebs of Rome, hearing them cheer and chant Caeser's name. Deccuss bared his teeth in what he hoped was a smile and called out to Cassius. listulistu
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Cassius had moved to his feet once they were in the winding streets of Rome. Thus soon soldiers were leading the horses, and Cassius himself was being mobbed by well wishers. People called out blessing from the gods upon him and naturally for Caesar. His own name was shouted out, but it was Caesars name that rose up to a deafening chant as gold and silver from Gaul was distributed to the masses. It was a warm welcome all the same as he made his way through the city to the Forum. He spied his soon to be father in law with a party of retainers awaiting him. He raised his hand in greeting to the older man. It was a rather odd thought as he looked towards the older man, that he was about to be married off the Pompeys niece. Most in Pompeys retinue had scorned his promotion and his patron. Yet all the same one of Pomeys staunchest allies, who was married to Pomeys sister was walking over towards him and preparing to marry him to his daughter. A laugh parted his lips as he quietly murmured And Caesar thought it was mountains we were moving mountains in Gaul.. Cassius walked over to where Deccus Fulvia was waiting for him. He extended his hand to him in greeting as he remarked Deccus, its been some time. Hed met the man previously, although he didnt pretend anything more than the passing familiarity that the Roman aristocracy had with each other. I trust I havent kept your daughter waiting overly long on my arrival. Caesar of course sends his greetings. He fell in beside the older man and walked towards the Fulvia residence. He moved at a rather leisurely pass, stopping to speak briefly with those who greeted him. He remained in good humor as they arrived at the villa and soon found himself chivvied by slaves towards a bath that had been drawn for him. He didnt really make any noises of protest as the dust of travel was gladly washed away from him, and his skin lightly oiled. His toga was retrieved for his and soon the slaves would assist him in donning that rather voluminous garmet.
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Deccus greeted his future son-in-law courteously, nodding his head at the boy. Indeed it has. Is your father well? He made small talk as they walked to the Fulvii domus. To someone who took the time to notice, they would have realized that the older man stayed well off the topic of Caesar and his war in Gaul. My daughter has been quite eager to meet you, he lied smoothly. In truth, as far as he knew, his daughter wasn't interested in the least in meeting the young war hero. She had been holed up in her room for the past fortnight. Deccus smiled at the boy as they arrived. I'm sure you're tired from your journey. My slaves have prepared a bath for you. After that, you can join my wife and I in the salon. With that, he excused himself and left Cassius in the care of his slaves. The man retired to his salon, talking softly to his wife when Cassius returned, freshly bathed and dressed. They beckoned to him, motioning that he should sit on one of the plush couches. The hero's wife-to-be was still no where in sight. Forgive my daughter's tardiness, Deccus said somberly. She is readying herself. Slaves were already setting food down on the low table in front of them, laying out an assortment of foods and filling Cassius's cup with wine. In the back of the domus, Deccus was right, Esme was readying herself. Her slaves dressed her in a pale golden silk robe, bound to her slender frame with white cords and insinuating her curves. Her hair was piled on top of her head in elegant curls, falling over her shoulders and down her back. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in improvement. She was no Helene of Troy, but no one would ever call her plain. She rose and walked to the salon to meet her betrothed. Her slaves announced her arrival and she entered the room slowly, enjoying the sound of her silk robe rustling against the tile floor. Her eyes found Cassius immediately, running over his muscular form for an instant before turning to her parents. Claudia smiled at her daughter, rising to give her the kiss of greeting. Esme returned it unthinkingly. Deccus also smiled at his daughter. Esme, may I introduce you to Cassius Claudius? he said, glancing at him as he said it. Your future husband. Esme turned back to Cassius and inclined her head politely to him, murmuring a greeting. Her father bade her sit, and she moved to sit on the couch next to her betrothed. listulistulistu
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Cassius had been tended to by the slave and once rather formally attired he made his way towards where his soon to be in laws awaited him. There he abided as Deccus apologized for his daughters delay, Cassius was inclined to remark about the frequency with which women kept one waiting but elected to say nothing. He simply raised his cup to his lips and tipped it back taking a gulp of wine. Im sure shes simply taking more care than usual. It seemed a rather safe comment after all presumably she was spending more time than usual to prepare herself to greet her future husband. Cassius wasnt entirely sure what to expect as hed never had the opportunity to make his future wifes acquaintance previously. After all into the homes of Pompeys confidants hed never been invited, nor had he been of sufficient importance previously that his presence would have been sought out. Thus he wasnt sure exactly what to expect. Thus his eyes turned from her father to her mother and rather hoped the better features of the latter were carried through in her daughter. After waiting rather patiently and with some anxiety himself, briefly wondering what exactly Caesar had gotten him into this time, it was with a mixture of pleasure and relief that he regarded her. After all he could never entirely warrant that those whom had related to him that she was attractive enough werent just trying to cheer him up given that he was bound to accept his lot given that it had been decreed by the tow most powerful men in Rome. A grin graced his lips as he regarded her, and his eyes would rest upon her features for a moment, before traveling down her silk clad form. He watched her walk towards him and then seat herself rather quietly beside him. His head turned to smile at her in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion. A pleasure to meet you Esme. Cassius wasnt exactly sure what one said to your future spouse when her parents were sitting there before you, he assumed flattery wouldnt be ill regarded. Im pleased that you are every bit as pretty as I was lead to believe. And you do look quite lovely in that dress. He had a sneaking suspicion that while everyone else in Rome might wish him to regale them with his war stories from Gaul, that Pompey and his relatives would be far happier with small talk. Thus Cassius in his mind started to catalogue a list of inoffensive subjects he could inquire after, thus far the weather, agriculture, approaching festivals and his hosts themselves sprang to mind.
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Esme ran her hands over the silk of her robe, her fingers plucking at it delicately. This old thing? she asked with a smile. Thank you. In truth, the dress was brand new, bought earlier that week for Cassius's arrival. Deccus would not have his daughter looking like a pleb when the war hero arrived. Dinner went smoothly, Esme's parents talking of nothing of consequence. The theatre, the spice trades, and other matters of no importance. All the while, Esme watched her soon-to-be husband, taking delicate sips of her wine. He really was a handsome fellow, the picture of what all Roman men should look like. Tall, muscular, clean-shaven, with thick dark curls framing his angular face. She kept a respectable distance from him, though no one seemed to notice when their knees touched, or when her hand would accidentally brush his thigh. Once dinner was cleared away, musicians came to play a light tune in the background, Claudia and Deccus got into a debate on the new eunuch who sang soprano at the theatre. Esme set her wineglass down at leaned in close to Claddius, a smile curving the edges of her full lips. Would you like to see the rest of the house? she asked, a thin eyebrow raised questioningly. Her parents didn't seem to notice, not that they would object to her offer to give him a tour. She doubted he had seen much of the domus in his short time here. listulistulistu
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Cassius rather suspected that the dress wasnt quite so old as she let on. His observation was that women went to great pains to be presentable on more notable occasions, and he doubted hed have been left cooling his heels quite so long if any old dress would have done. Naturally he just smiled in response to her comments and soon found himself engaged in discussing trivialities. He feigned an interest in the spice trade, and plays he hadnt seen. The latter he was far too polite to note hed been busy fighting Romes enemies to have seen. He seemed to play the dutiful son-in-law and general good fellow to a T. Whatever thoughts he had concealed for the moment. Although the seemingly accidental brush of his brides leg and hand proved a rather welcome distraction. His eyes seemed to drift to her, examining her in some detail as he conversed. She did possess a rather lovely slender form, and his eyes rested quite easily upon her. A great deal of his anxiety had disappeared the moment he saw her. After all it was quite easy for Caesar to call upon him to go forth and marry the woman for Rome, Caesar wasnt the one who had to live with the woman. But he didnt think this would be the burden he had feared it would be. As Esme inquired as to whether hed like to see the rest of the house, he heard her parents debating the virtues of an eunuchs singing voice. This caused him to nod quite emphatically as he noted Id be delighted too. The alternative of enduring that conversation would be a mild form of torture. Naturally he also was happy to part himself from his future in-laws in order to have some semblance of privacy with the woman he was to marry. Hence he rose to his feet and offered her his arm as he murmured Then lead on.
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Esme took his arm, placing cool fingers along his forearm, and rose. Her parents didn't seem to notice, or they didn't seem to mind, that they had both gotten to their feet. Esme snapped her fingers and a slave came to offer her a lighted candle. She took it without looking at the slave, holding the candlestick delicately in her slender hand. She took him around the house, murmuring comments here and there about each room and what purpose they served. She stayed quite close to Cassius as they walked, guiding him with a nudge of her body, rather than tugging on his arm. At last they came to a dark room. No candles burned in this room at all, the only light coming from the soft flame that Esme held. Do you know what room this is? she asked with a coy smile curving her sultry lips. listulistu
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Cassius felt her slight form rest against him. He smiled to her pleasantly and walked with her as she showed him around the house. He looked around the villa with her, his eyes casually regarding one room after another. The library seemed to be the only one along the way the remarked much genuine interest from him, after all hed seen the bath and there was only so much you could say about the kitchens and guest rooms. But he made polite if only passing comments. He let himself be led by his bride. Although when he was led to a rather dark room and nudged into it. He lofted a brow to her. The coy smile that graced his lips seemed to be accompanied by a question that likely had a less than coy answer. He replied quite honestly I havent the faintest idea but seemingly the darkest on in the house. He smiled to her and secluded as t hey were in the dark room his fingers idly strayed along her side.
Thread: ×Î¹âÎ¹É¢Ï â vÎ¹cÑÏÐ¼ â ÑÏÑÏs â¡ {Methos and Pretty}

Smiling at him, she set the candle down on a small table, illuminating two frescoes on the wall, both of them depicting a man and woman joined in the act of love. In one, she straddled him in the other, her rode between her thighs. Esme has seen finer works, but they were not poorly rendered. She looked at them a moment longer, the blood beating hard in her veins. It is my father's private salon, she said, and blew out the candle. In the darkness, it was she would found him her hands lifting to cup her face. Her lips on his, her tongue slipping between them to probe his mouth. She was taking a terrible risk, she knew, but at that moment, she could have cared less. She pressed her slender form against him, her breasts straining against the thin silk of her gown as she pressed them against his hard chest.listulistulistu