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Thread: A Day with a Pornstar [1x1] (Burnt & AD)

Melissa Soria was a young, attractive pornstar. She had already starred in a couple movies, even though she was quite new. She actually enjoyed her job, she didn't have to pretend she's enjoying it, she truly enjoyed it, and that's what made her a quite popular pornstar for someone that new. One day, she had went shopping. She was wearing black, tight yoga pants, and her shirt allowed anyone to see good part of her boobs. As she walked, someone had texted her on the phone, and she started replying to it as she continued walking. However, before she could finish typing her reply, she had bumped into someone, drawing her attention to the person she bumped into. She bumped into a rather young guy, who fell on the floor, but quickly got up and seemed to be speechless. She apologised to him for her lack of attention. It's alright, he said, while clearly looking at her boobs. She noticed this, but didn't really mind it.
Thread: A Day with a Pornstar [1x1] (Burnt & AD)

Oh, She said as she looked down to the ground. You dropped your book. Standing straight up on her heels, she bent over to pick up the young man's possession. He stared unapolagetically as her incredible gifts were on display. The painting man's heart? she questioned as she read the title of the book. Er... yeah. I'm an artist. He replied. Oh. She answered, impressed. I'm Melissa. Jack. He responded. It's a Pleasure to meet you. So what do you do? Jack asked. Smiling with her eyes, Melissa replied. Nothing special. It's just a lot of manual labour. What do you paint? Well, anything that inspires me, really. Any thing that manages to arouse my... curiosity.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristin slammed the hood down in frustration, wincing at the rusty squeaking sound as it clamped shut. Even with a good look under the hood all she could tell was that it was broken. She had no idea why. It had enough coolant and oil, the spark plugs seemed okay, and the engine would turn over, but she couldn't for the life of her get it to start. It had been over an hour since the rumbling, coughing, rolling pile of scrap that was her truck had unceremoniously died on her and deposited her in the middle of a baking country road miles from anywhere. The last vehicle to pass was about half an hour ago, a big rig truck that hadn't stopped even when she'd jumped up and down and waved her arms. She shuffled dejectedly back to the cab and sat on the cracked faux leather of the seats. Both windows were rolled down and the passenger door was wide open but she still couldn't tell if it was hotter in the cab or out in the blazing sun. Sweat poured down her and she had long ago shed any layer that she could and still stay decent. She was middling height, with a waifish, slender frame. The tanned skin of her legs was mostly exposed by the jean shorts that she wore, tapering down from athletic thighs to shapely ankles. Her hips were slim but flowed up appealingly to her tiny waist, her form contoured by a sweat soaked white a-shirt that clung to her wetly. Her bust was generous for her frame but not overlarge considering how small she was. Her features were wide and honest, with laughing eyes and a luxurious mouth all set under her straight dark hair. She was reclining in the semi shade of her cab nearly dozing off and didn't hear the gravelly scrape of Everett's car rolling to a halt behind her. She jumped in surprise when he addressed her but heaved a deep sigh of relief when she saw his uniform. Oh, thank god you're here officer. She said. His eyes were hidden behind reflective aviators that gave his features a mysterious, authoritative air. She couldn't help but think of Boss Godfrey. What we got heah is failyah to communicate. She smiled slightly at the thought and in simple relief to be rescued, her cheeks dimpling. He was good looking too. She found it paradoxical how much someone could get away with just by being attractive. It just broke down, I don't know what happened. Well, it was coughing and sputtering up a storm first. I barely got it over to the side before it died. Good thing too, I'm sure I couldn't push it. I'm Kristin Evans. How did you know I was out here? There's no cell reception and I haven't seen another car for almost an hour.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Everett let an easy smile stay on his face as he peered into the cab of the truck. Kristin was hot, literally and figuratively. Sweat was dripping off her skinny frame, soaking her white t-shirt and making it hug her ample breasts like she was a contestant in a Spring Break contest. Her jean shorts were tiny and the long, athletic legs that flowed out of them were also glistening with perspiration. He was again thankful for his dark sunglasses as he let himself freely ogle her rare combination of supple curves and skinny build. The heat was making her pant slightly, causing the round mounds of her breasts to heave temptingly before his eyes. The overall image was very erotic, like she'd just finished a heated, marathon fuck session, and was resting, throughly exhausted and dripping with the effort. Well, you are lucky, temperature is almost 100 today. You'd be a prune in a couple more hours, and who knows, it might be until tomorrow before you got noticed again! said Everett, enjoying the relief and joy his appearance had caused. It was always nice when a pretty woman was excited to see him, even though in this case, most of it was due to the fact he was in uniform and clearly here to help. The nearest town is Bendfork, about fifteen miles away. They have a garage that can take a look at your truck. I'm happy to call a tow truck and give you a lift back there, Everett continued, stepping back to appraise the beat up truck. I'd offer to take a look, but I'm guessing you might need a real mechanic to get his hands on this... classic. Classic was a kind word. The truck fell into that awkward age between being called vintage and something a collector might restore, and just being old and beat up. It looked to have had a lot of miles and the cop reckoned whatever repair it required was likely going to take a while, and cost some money. Bendfork doesn't have a proper hotel, but Jim who owns the only barresturant in town has a spare room above he lets out, the trooper continued. Hopefully they can fix it by tomorrow. Everett turned to regard Kristin one more time, giving her a pleasant grin. An nice twenty minute ride back to town with this lovely lady made this shitty assignment suddenly a lot more fun. Who didn't mind some time to chat up with an attractive woman? Perhaps he'd take the scenic route, not that there was much to look at around here. Sound like a plan?
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

When Everett stepped back to take a look at the truck Kristin got out too. She knew that you weren't supposed to leave the vehicle during a traffic stop but Everett hadn't pulled her over, he was coming to her rescue, and he seemed genuinely helpful and friendly. Besides, the hot pleather of the seat was leaving a sweaty bar on the backs of her thighs between the bottom of her shorts and the edge of the seat that was getting uncomfortable. She stood next to him with hands on hips looking over the rusty truck. Yeah, a mechanic or a miracle worker. Or a junk man. Rrrgh. She gave a little growl of frustration. It's my dad's truck. He warned me not to take it but I didn't have the money for a plane ticket. I'm headed to Atlanta for a job. Well, to look for a job. I figured if it could get me all the way there it would've given it's last hurrah and deserved retirement. I guess not. She said, and kicked at one of the worn tires ruefully. Hell, Bendfork sounds like the Ritz Carlton compared to Route 49. She said, glancing up and down the barren highway as she spoke. Let me grab my things. She jogged back to the cab and leaned in through the front window, bending at the waist and going up on tip toes to reach in. As short as her shorts were she realized that she'd be giving Officer McHandsome quite a show. But he was cute, and he seemed nice, and after a long, hot afternoon a little flirty banter wouldn't go amiss. She reached in and retrieved her purse and her flannel shirt. She tossed the purse onto the hood of the cab while she pulled the shirt on, tying the ends in a loose knot below her breasts. The sleeves were already rolled up and she liked the way it complimented her outfit. She tucked her purse under one arm and jogged back to Everett, well aware of how bouncy a proposition that was. Sounds like a plan, stan. She said with a very white smile, giving him a playful punch on the arm as she passed him and walked around towards the passenger side of his cruiser.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristin was a piece. Everett couldn't deny that. The view the dark haired girl gave him as she leaned into the cab of her truck was just too delicious to not ogle. That heart shaped ass wriggled temptingly as it bent over the window frame, and the already short jean shorts rode up and exposed what looked to the open jawed officer like the entire bottom half of her ass cheeks. And, of course, that tiny little sliver of sweat soaked fabric that ran between them and through her legs was all that covered the spot that any man would most be interested in exploring. Get your head out of your pants, Everett! He had to be professional. He was on the clock. He could control his raging hormones for this short ride and, who knows, maybe she'd be around later tonight when he got off duty? He hoped he didn't get any calls that might keep him out late. Today was his swing shift where sometimes they needed him working an extra six hours. Shit. Just his luck if that were the case. You pack light, I see, joked Everett when she emerged with just a small purse and a shirt. It took all his willpower to keep his face straight and smile easy when she spun and turned to put her flannel shirt on. That smile grew tight as she jogged towards him, her breasts bouncing in a fashion that was just impossible to ignore. Well, let's get going. Everett started the cruiser and got on the radio first, ordering a tow truck out to pick up Kristin's vehicle. Once business was taken care of, he started to chat with his passenger as he navigated the winding, empty lanes back toward Bendfork. It was going to be about a twenty minute drive, give or take, plenty of time to get to know this girl who was going to be visiting town for a night. She would instantly be the hottest girl in town, no doubt, the moment he dropped her off. So, I can only assume some stupid GPS directions on your phone got you on this hell forsaken road? Were you trying to avoid highways or something given your truck's motor? joked Everett. You are lucky it wasn't a dirt road, I had a bunch of tourists that we had to tow out of a creek after they followed their phone onto a dirt hunting road! Atlanta, huh? Big city and a fresh start, is that it? What's the draw of Atlanta? Got a guy there or something? Everett asked eventually, trying to be casual. He was all too aware that there was a very pretty, slightly sweaty, and rather scantily dressed woman sitting a foot away, and it was hard to keep his eyes on the road. He stole occasional glances over at her while they talked. I'm from Bendfork originally, and live just outside town still. The State Troopers were more than happy to assign me back to this hellhole as no one else wanted to work this part of the county! It's not that bad a town though, and I like the rough feel of the country. Although the inbreds that live here can be a real handful, you are lucky you didn't get 'rescued' by Jeb and the boys.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Yeuch, no thank you. I'm definitely not interested in re-enacting Deliverance, although I'd definitely make a good lookin' Burt Reynolds. She said with a giggle. The air conditioned interior of Everett's cruiser felt wonderful after the long, hot wait by the side of the road. The seat only reclined a tiny bit before hitting the cage in the back but she leaned it back as far as she could, stretching like a cat and ruffling her hands through her hair to give it some air. She could feel the rivulets of sweat drying as they ran down her neck and through her cleavage, soaking into her a-shirt. She knew she was going to need a long shower before she would feel like herself again, or a bath if it was available. Somehow she doubted that. I haven't got GPS but I downloaded the driving directions before I left. I must've taken a wrong turn though, because to be honest I don't know where we are now. I did a boneheaded thing and saved them to my phone. She smiled wryly and reached into her purse to pull out a cheap smart phone, its screen dark. Damn thing's been out of batteries for hours. I'd don't so much have a fella in Atlanta as I'm leaving one in Plainview. Asshole. She spat, her words full of sudden bitterness. We broke up six months ago but he just keeps calling and he just keeps comin' around the diner. You know how it is in these small towns, a restraining order won't do much good. Everybody knows each other and most just shake their heads and assume we'll work it out. 'Sides, a girl's gotta strike out on her own sometime . Me, I'm sick of the rough feel of the country. I'm ready to give city livin' a try, even if it's only for a while. I'm just getting things figured out, you know? I've gotta go lots of places and try lots of things to decide what I want to do with myself. We had plenty of 'Jebs' and 'Bucks' back home. Noooo thank you.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Country girl going to the big city, sounds exciting, replied Everett. Kristin was proving to be pleasant conversation, and even more pleasant eye candy as he caught glimpses of her stretching, ruffling her shirt, and adjusting her hair out the corner of her eye. With a body and face like that, she'd have no shortage of male admirers willing to help her get a fresh start in a new city. And he could see how a boyfriend could be a stalker with a girl as sexy as her. Well, I bet your old ex just knew he'd never find a better girl. But believe me, I get a lot of stalker ex calls and guys can be creepy, real creepy, when they get obsessed. Everett gave her a friendly grin as he said his warning, reassuring her that he wasn't one of those types. He was a police officer, sworn to serve and protect, and her rescuer this afternoon. She could trust him. Oh, and here is Bendfork. There's the gas station, the garage is behind it. They probably won't be around to look at your car until the morning, said Everett. They were pulling into Bendfork as he spoke, although there really wasn't much to pull into. Main street, if you could call it that, was just the intersection of two roads with one of them forking out after a sharp turn leaving town. Someone had named it long ago in a typical show of banal, country functional description. There were a couple shuttered buildings that hinted of better times in years past, but the gas station was the centerpiece of town and the only reason why anyone would ever stop. Jim's restaurant and bar, called the Bend in the Road, was the only other major building that seemed busy of the half-dozen that sat by the intersection. A handful of beat up pickup trucks were already parked along its cinder block side despite it only being late afternoon. The building was two story, but the first level had a tiny row of black windows that had neon beer signs glowing behind them. Clearly more bar than restaurant, and a country dive bar at best, and not the kind of place a young girl would normally go into by herself. Well, this is Jim's. It's not much to look at but, but he'll be behind the bar. Just tell him Everett said you heard he might have a room for the night. He'll set you up and watch out for you. Here is my card with my cell number on it in case anything comes up, said Everett, putting the cruiser in park in front of the dingy bar. He took off his sunglasses and let his bright blue eyes twinkle as he studied Kristin. And, uhm, well I often come by for a beer after my shift is over. Make sure the locals don't get too wild you know. So if you are around in an hour or two, I'll check in on you in person, if you don't mind. Everett flashed her a big smile, holding his breath slightly as he awaited her response. She was a very good looking girl, a rare sight in these woods, and a fun night at the bar getting to know here could lead to interesting things. Particularly if she found sleeping in his house more attractive than Jim's dirty spare room. Let's just hope work didn't keep him late this night, of all times.
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Everett was dressed in a pair of worn jeans, work boots, and a farm related t-shirt, a far cry from his uniformed appearance earlier in the day. His blue eyes went wide in surprise as he saw Kristin and he gave her a tentative wave back as he changed his course and headed towards her section of the bar. The smile he gave her was unchanged, but perhaps a bit more leering as he let his eyes drink her in with a bit more obvious appreciation than earlier in the day, like he was seeing her for the first time. Hey there, Everett said as he settled in next to Kristin, catching Jim's attention and ordering the usual, which turned out to be Bud Light in a bottle. The bar was getting crowded now, a mismatch of country folks ranging in age from grandfathers to a group of loud twenty year olds in work clothes that had been eying Kristin before Everett's arrival, as if summoning the courage to approach her. They looked visibly deflated as Everett appeared to move in on her with such confidence. Fancy meeting you here! His eyes twinkled mischievously and he glanced down at his clothes, waving a hand in an apologetic fashion as he shrugged his shoulders. Sorry I'm not in my baby blues, I need to change when work is over. I'm no longer a cop when I'm off the clock and a uniform is just too much of a reminder, Everett continued, taking a sip from his bottle of beer as he eyed Kristin. A tattoo was visible on the inside of his forearm as he raised it, a sinister seeming black knife. The brown haired, muscular man couldn't seem to take his sparkling eyes off Kristin. She was like a colorful flower in a field of scrub grass, glowing in the dark lighting of the bar. Women like her weren't common around here, and she was still getting not well disguised glances from the male patrons despite Everett sitting with her. If he had been a minute later, some other guy might have gathered to courage to chat her up! So... what do you think? A real dump, huh?
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

Kristen scooted over down the bar to make room for Everett, feeling a kind of halo of protection that he exuded causing the lecherous eyes of the patrons to gravitate away from her. Most of them had been eyeballing her all night with varying shades of intent and she didn't feel like listening to a parade of one liners and clumsy pickups once one of them got up the gumption to break the ice. Maybe they didn't want to tussle with the local cop, or maybe they just had the good manners not to butt into a private conversation, but when Everett sat down Kristin felt their eyes slide off of her. Or at least the eyes confined themselves to furtive glances now and again. I do love a man in uniform, but I guess you can't wear it all the time. Shame. She gave a fake pout and then smiled to show that she was joking, leaning over to jostle Everett playfully with her elbow. Jim showed me around. Nice guy, but I guess his back room isn't exactly the Ritz Carlton either. Even compared to Route 49. She spun around on the stool and hooked her elbows on the bar, lounging back and crossing her knees. She felt her self leaning towards Everett, sneaking glances at him out of the corner of her eye. His powerful arms were exposed and he sat like a monolith, undeniably male. She realized what she was doing but wasn't bothered by it. Hell, it was all just part of the adventure. Being rescued by a small town sheriff and flirting up a storm. I'm just glad you came in when you did. I was afraid I was gonna have to grab one of those pool cues and start cracking heads just to stir up some excitement. What is there to do for fun around here?
Thread: Bound for Trouble {Darkest Nightmare & The Supple Nail}

I sometimes wish I could wear it all the time, it certainly would help with picking up ladies, chuckled Everett back, the easy smile flashing on his boyish face. He took a swig of beer and rubbed his scruffy beard, looking thoughtful for a second. He had a restless energy to him, fingers tapping the bar surface and body shifting as he talked with Kristin, like he was excited or uncomfortable, maybe doing something he felt guilty about? But, he seemed to relax as they settled into the conversation, and the drinks. I mean, I've been told I can make more money taking the uniform off for bachelorette parties or whatnot, if you get my drift. Girls can't get enough of it, it must be the handcuffs! I couldn't do that though, disgrace to the colors and all, Everett continued, grinning and leaning towards Kristin conspiratorially. His eyebrows rose and he added with a meaningful nod towards her, Besides, I need to take that dang thing off to kick back. I'm a different man when I'm off duty. A lot more fun and without the need to be Mr. Trooper, sir, anymore. Oh, staying at Jim's? That's right, he's not what I call a proper hotel. Or even motel. Most of his guests seem to live through the night though, so you got that going for you. If you can stand the sound of jukebox music and drunken rednecks at 2am that is. Did I really suggest that you stay here? You should be angry at me, Everett replied to her comment about the accommodations, chuckling at the end and shaking his head in sympathy. He did feel bad she was staying at the restaurant, it was about as miserable a night one could pay money to endure! Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, he guessed. Her question about having fun made him chuckle and he shook his head, giving her a look like she had just made a joke. Fun? In Bendfork? In case you haven't noticed, this is it! he replied, gesturing around the dim room with the scattered, redneck clientle. He spun towards her, hand reaching out to rest on her hip as his face was suddenly much closer to hers. Up close, she positively glowed in the dark and seedy bar, seeming so fresh and tempting. And so fucking hot as well. Temptingly hot. I, however, know how to have a good time. And I have a spare room in my house that has way fewer cockroaches in it than Jim's, plus a lot less drunk rednecks running around, at least if you don't count me as one. If you want some fun, we can always go back to my place and I'll show you how we have a good time in Bendfork. Everett let the invitation hang out there, his best friendly smile on his face. He was Trooper Daniels, her handsome knight in shining armor or some similar bullshit. Of all the men to go home with in a remote country dive bar, he had to be the safest bet by far. Who wouldn't want to take him up on his offer, right?