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Thread: Trading up!

Greg was already a little upset about working at the cafe. He had been dating Lillian for over 3 years now and it was just another thing that she had talked him into. Greg slouched a little as he made some sandwiches in the back. He hated making the sandwiches, but it was something that let him be in the backroom and alone for a while. Plus, Greg wasn't too good at making tips or pleasing the customers. He knew it was because he was a guy, surrounded by a bunch of other horny strong military men, so it didn't bother him too much. I just made 2 more hams Greg shouted out to the front, letting Lillian know that 2 ham sandwiches were just made. It would be lunch soon and Greg wanted to be prepared for the rush like always. It was just Lillian and Greg today, so he knew it would be crazy and hectic.
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Alright. She called out as she walked to the back and gathered the sandwiched he made and walked to the front and placed them in the front glass shelves where it kept them cold. Though she looked at the drinks they had and she was trying to prepare for the rush as well. Seeing she was all stocked up the first group of guys slipped in. Hey guys, what can I get ya? She asked with a sweet smile but a few replied with How about your number for starters and How about something special? Lillian shook her head and got what they ordered and handed it off to them.
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Greg continued to make sandwiches in the back. They were running out fast and he knew he wouldn't be able to take a break for a while. The building was hot and he started to sweat. I hate this job Greg said under his breath. Meanwhile out by the counter, one of the higher ranking officers approached the counter for a sandwich. He was still in his flight uniform and smiled once coming up to the counter. I'll take a turkey club and a ..... He paused to think. I'll take just one of those bottles of water He said reaching his hand over to point as his hand came over the counter. His hand just inches away from landing on her cleavage.
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Lillian knew it was hot for Greg in the back but she was tired of him but that doesn't mean she can't have fun. With the highly ranked officer coming in but nodded to his request but with his hand so close she just turned with his finger running over her breasts. She bent over and grabbed a ice cold water bottle then turned grabbing his turkey club. Ok turkey club and the coldest water bottle. She set the items on the counter and smiled sweetly at him. Anything else, Fly boy? She asked as she looked at him.
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The officer was definitely turned on and wanted more. His name tag saying Maj. Jenkins on his patch. He grinned almost an evil grin like he had a future plan. Not sure of anything at the moment He thought, trying to think quickly, knowing he could be holding up the line. Actually, could I have another water bottle? He asked. I'm pretty thirsty He replied as if he even needed a reason to have two. All the officer could think about was the little girl behind the booth, turning around and bending over again, but this time he would make sure to get a good look at her ass.
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Nodding to his request as she turned around and bent over once more in her skirt. Laughing as she dug deep in the ice and soon stood up handing him the extra bottle. There you go Major Jenkins. She said with a wink to him. Though she turned handling the other fly boys their meals and anything else they needed including stretching up above her head and bending down and such.
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See you tomorrow then! he said with a wink and proceeded to turn around to find a table and eat his lunch. The image of her ass still burning in his mind. Jenkins decided that he would be on a mission to seduce that girl by the end of the week. It would be tough competition though as the last guy in line finally got up to the front. Hey there cutie, How about a ham sandwich and an orange juice? He grinned. He tapped down at the glass knowing that ham sandwiches had just ran out again, which would create more time for him to flirt with her. He looked up, staring into her eyes, trying to pretend he didn't order something that was out on purpose. His name tag also said Maj. Owens.
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Lillian leaned over the counter as her breasts pressed up at the edge of her tank top. Seeing he was requesting an ham sandwich. I see we're out of that. Mind waiting? she asked as she called out to Greg. Greg, mind making a couple more ham sandwiches? She said as she turned around and grabbed an orange juice. Putting it on the counter as she looked to the Major Owens. How was the flight? she asked him as if she knew little bit about him.
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I don't mind waiting at all! He smiled seeing that his plan worked. He sighed as if his job took the energy out of him. Well it was really hot today and I've been up since 4am. I'm just glad that my day is over and no fueling problems with the planes today he replied. He leaned a bit forward and started to lean against the glass. His eyes trailed up and down her body, landing on her cleavage once again. 'What about you? Busy day? He asked to keep the conversation going. In the back, Greg groaned. None of the materials were quite ready so Greg would have to take a little longer to make the sandwiches. He was glad he was making just one this time.
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Well, feeling I'm about to take break. She said to him seeing Greg was going to take abit. Sighing softly clearly bit annoyed he was slow today. I'm happy you didn't run into any trouble with your flight. She said with a smile as she turned grabbing her bottle of water and sipped from it. Though with it being hot there she took the cold bottle and ran it along the back of her shoulders. Her soft pink lips turned into a smile as goosebumps appeared over her chest and down her arms. I hope you and the others don't work to hard while you're out there. Don't want to find out you guys aren't getting enough water.
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From taking the sip, some of the dew from the outside of the bottle dripped down on her. He watched each drop, getting excited as they fell. He began to imagine her being soaked with water, showing off more of her skin under her clothes. You should take a break though. Everyone needs one He added thinking of how to get her out from behind the counter. You know if you take your break right now, I'd be happy to show you the plane I flew today! He said lying. It was a clear violation to take unauthorized people on the tarmac or the restricted buildings, but he would just pull some lame excuse and go for a quick walk with her instead. Maj. Owens was planning everything out, but he just hoped that she would follow along.
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Really? That sounds fun. Perhaps after your lunch then? She asked him as she smiled at the idea but she had a weakness to men in uniform. How about this...when your sandwich is done I'll bring it to you? She said with a soft smile.
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You'd do that for me? He asked excited. It wasn't a huge deal to have a sandwich brought to you, but Owens acted like it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. You're awesome! He smiled and grinned to compliment her. If you follow this hallway down here, and then take a left at the end, you'll see where I usually am He replied giving instructions. Meanwhile Greg carefully put together the sandwich. He was almost done and was cursing inside his head, wishing the work day was over already.
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Nodding to the officer as she walked to the kitchen where she noticed Greg was looking rather annoyed. Greg why don't you go home. I can finish this off... she said as she kissed his cheek and took control of the sandwich. Besides, you look tired I can finish up and close the cafe up when its time. she said with a sweet smile to her boyfriend. Once she was done with the sandwich she wrapped the sandwich up and slipped out from the counter. Following Maj. Owens instructions she went down the hallway and took a left at the end. Maj Owens? She called out as she was in the locker room but it was empty. Hello? She called out as she looked around seeing she was the only person there.
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Down here! Maj Owens shouted from one of the other isles in the giant locker room. Since his day was over, he was busy changing out of his uniform and just into something more comfortable. I'm down this way He called out, so she could hear where he was. Maj. Owens stood in the isle with his shirt off and abs exposed. He was very clean cut from the military and his muscles on his arms and chest were very noticeable. He stepped out into the biggest portion of the locker room so she could finally see him. Ahh my sandwich! He said laughing and reaching out for the sandwich. He was hungry and wanted to eat, but didn't want to waste ruining the moment with Lillian.
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When he yelled out his voice echoed off the metal lockers. Walking over to the spot he yelled from her eyes ran over his cut body. If only Greg put such effort into his body...Oh I want this one. She thought to herself as she stood about 18 inches away from Owens when she handed him his sandwich. Had to finish it off. Told the guy who was fixing to take off...He was rather tired. she said with a smile with her wondering why he invited her back here. Though she pushed that thought aside as she slipped her arms behind her knowing the other soldiers saw her coming down this way as she didn't hide it from them.
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I don't know if I'll be able to show you the planes He said finally letting her know that it wouldn't be happening. Maj. Owens reached out and took the sandwich. He unwrapped it partway and took a bite. You can sit down and relax you know? He said laughing. He couldn't tell if Lillian looked nervous or just reserved while in the locker room with him. Maj. Owens sat back down, placing the half-eaten sandwich on his bag and began to remove his sock and shoes. The combat boots that they were required to wear were so heavy. See, isn't it good to take a break once in a while? He asked, hoping that her eyes were glued to his body, because he was acting too smug to even check.
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I'm good actually. I agree its nice to take a break. She said with her looking around seeing they were still alone. Though she looked at him and she liked what she saw. So how long do you work out? She asked as she moved sitting behind him as she liked what she was seeing. Cause I find a guy who works out...Such a turn on.
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Every day He smiled and stood up. In fact everyone in the service is required too! He knew now that she was admiring his body and he was proud to show it off. He stood up again, just in his pants and boxers now, and flexed both of his arms. What do you think? He asked wanting to know the truth. His eyes looked down at her again.
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I like it. she said with a smile as she got up to where she stood in front of him. Need some help? She asked softly with her looking up at him but her fingers grasped the hem of his pants and unbuttoned them then she unzipped his pants slowly. I hope you don't mind... She said with a slight smile.
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She was incredibly short compared to him. He stood tall at around 6'3 and guessing her height was nearly impossible because they were so different. Maj. Owens was too excited to smile or do anything. He was finally going to have his chance with the cute cafe shop girl. I don't mind one bit! He said knowing this was the magic moment he was waiting for. he took a deep breath and continued to look down, wondering how far she would like to go.
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Even if her and Greg had been dating for awhile they didn't go past jacking off and being fingered. She stood at 53 as she was a foot shorter than Owens. Maj. Owens...What did you have planned on inviting me back here? Intend to take advantage of me? she asked as she looked at him with a soft smile with once she undone his pants she removed her hands from his oants letting him to furfill his wish.
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He stood in just boxers now, and the bulge inside his boxers was huge. Even if he was putting a new pair of pants on after that, his junk would need to be arranged to fit carefully. Well I was just planning on being dressed before you finished and maybe going for a walk He said, knowing that this locker room place worked out perfectly for them. Why? He smiled bigger, Do you want to be taken advantage of? He smiled bigger.
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Perhaps. But if you're interested in a walk then perhaps I should go... Her voice was in a teasing mood as she turned her back on him as if she was going to allow him to take her right there. Maybe i misunderstood you inviting me back here where we'd be alone. She said shrugging as she took a step forward but she did notice the buldge in his boxers. Though seeing a fit man with muscles has gotten me wet. Maybe I should go home and take care of it.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

It was around seven thirty in the morning when the two inhabitants on a bed adorned with the finest silk finally stirred to the feeling of sunlight over their bodies. It wasn't a lie, or a dream either..it wasn't some mystical story told by the mid-hivers or even worse, the underhivers. No..when Roy Harada raised his scarred hand to the sunlight, it was real. Every day, he grinned at that when he rose up to meet the morning with a slightly painful tint to his eyes. He drank just a little too much last night, and he knew father was going to rip into him for it. But he had this lovely blonde haired woman with more tits than sense in his bed, which had required his little extra boost of whiskey to get her out of her dress and on his bed. He was pretty sure her name was...something, something that started with an S, maybe. Meh, it wasn't important. It was another wonderful day for him to see, minus the hangover. He dressed himself in a fine shirt and pants, and went to see the start of a new day. His family had been very lucky, generations ago..they laid the very foundations of the hive itself, and for that they had secured themselves on the Spire. The only place on the Hive that replicated the world before it went to it's twisted ways. The Harada family was the only family that really knew the ins and outs of the Hive, and repairing it was no small task to say the least. Roy had spent much of his life learning how to fix the various parts of the hive, and the other half spent on how to protect himself from it. His body was hardened from work and combat in equal measure, there was always the occasional thief or gang who thought it was smart to to attack a noble house. Roy's job was partly to prevent that from happening, a job that he enjoyed quite a bit as a matter of fact. He stepped outside with a soft yawn, feeling the cool air nip his face as he began to take a walk to shake the hangover off before his father invariably found out and chewed him out for drinking when he knew he had to work today. The old man could use some lightening up, but Roy supposed that there wasn't much to be done about it. He knew his job would soon be what his father was doing, but Dad wasn't that old yet-... For a moment, Roy thought he saw something entirely..unfamiliar to him as he passed a nearby pond, a second glance confirmed his suspicion as he stopped to look at her. He tilted his head a moment with a scrutinizing frown. He had never seen the woman before, more importantly..he had not ever seen someone so..dirty and unclean before, her clothes looked patchwork and the closer Roy got, the sooner he realized that she did not belong up here in the slightest. He frowned deeper at that, moving closer with as casual of an expression as possible. ..Excuse me, miss. He started. ..I don't believe you belong up here. As a matter of fact, she looked kind of like..underhive trash. She had the stink of it at least, ugh..how in the hell did she get up here?
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Roy tensed almost instantly when she moved, already feeling his skin crawl in a way that wasn't particularly familiar with, the tone of her voice was equally grating in an entirely different way that made his fingers tighten on reflex. He knew underhivers had a..particular air about them, but hers was something different. Something that made his skin crawl deep into his bones and never want to leave. Besides that? He never trusted the word of anyone outside of his family, it was just safer and much easier that way. ..What do you mean, I don't belong here? He growled in annoyance. My family built this hive! We deserve to be up here, more than any other noble! You're the one who belongs down below, you underhive garbage! She was a smug little bitch, wasn't she? She thought she could just swagger in here like she owned it? Roy wasn't going to have any bit of that at all. I think you should leave, trash..before I make you leave.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

If you did belong, why are you so defensive? You didn't earn anything. You were simply born to privilege. It was a matter of genetics, time, conception, and development. A happenstance in the past that could have been different. Why...this whole thing could have been reversed if history had occurred differently. That's funny, right? She smiled wide at him, knowing he was annoyed. She personally found it cute the way his face made that odd expression. But deep down, she also knew that he felt vulnerable. Underhive trash as he called her had made it up to the Spire. Which never happened. Midhivers tended to go up here for settlements, but Underhivers only got up here in body bags. If they made it up at all. What makes you think, little noble boy, that you could make me leave? I think you're shaking to call the Enforcers because you can't protect yourself from someone like me. That must be odd, to be afraid. I don't know what fear is. Can you describe it for me? She asked, genuine curiosity filling her voice as she tilted her head, lacing her hands behind her back. Her smile never faltered, especially when she decided to walk a little closer to him. From her view, he had no weapons that were within his immediate reach so she had the clear advantage. He had his Enforcer bracelet, but that would still take roughly 3.267 minutes for them to get to their location. Which, if she decided to kill him, would mean that was plenty of time for her to leave before his body even hit the ground. Everyone calls me Jack. Who might you be, little noble boy?
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Afraid? After a small swallow, he realized the fear was hardly because of her in the..literal sense, he supposed. What she was projecting was far more dangerous, the tone of her voice..the way of her movements. It hid nothing when you were familiar with fighting, and what posture meant. She certainly wasn't lying with the fact that she seemingly had no fear, she was utterly out of her mind and getting an eyeful of that smile on a face that was cleaner than expected wasn't entirely a bad thing..but he had been lulled into that sort of security before and he wouldn't fall into it again. ..Roy, He muttered, eyes narrowing. I suggest you step away, girl. I don't want to have to hurt you. Her mouth alone was enough for him to gnash his teeth, he didn't need the help of the Enforcers. He was his own man and he always would be.
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Hurt me? Depends on your definition. Would I like it? She grinned this time, clearly enjoying their conversation while he seemed to be on his last nerve. She found it endearing in that messed up way. Roy. Roy was an easy name to remember. At least the noble who had named him had went with something simple rather than complicated like some of the rulers of the ancient world had went with. Like Charlemagne. Fancy and cute, but too complex for her liking. Humming a small tune that her mother had taught her, Attia moved closer, almost gliding over to him. It was like her feet rarely stayed on the ground. I don't care if I live or die. Can you say the same? She tipped her head again, looking at his face. He had a lot of scars from his training but Attia had her own scars. They just weren't on her face. Fingering one of the watches on her left arm, she figured she could linger here another five minutes before another of the nobles decided to come outside. Usually, they slept in because they had that privilege, but some of the people who actually got off their asses and did something were out around eight a.m. Stretching out her lithe form, she shrugged her shoulders and put her hands on her hips. I was just enjoying the sun, ya know. Is it really so deadly to enjoy something beautiful?
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..Like it?! Roy growled in annoyance. Listen, you stupid girl..you don't belong here, do you understand? You belong in the underhive, where your stink and your..personality best suit it. This is a place far too good for the likes of you, now shove off before I make you. What was this girl even talking about? All of his warnings simply seemed to brush her off, and as much as he didn't want to force his hand, it was looking like his choices on getting this rat back to her warren were running short with his patience. You don't deserve the sun, so I think it's time for you to go, He ordered, reaching out to grab her shoulder.
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As soon as he finished speaking and went to grab her, she allowed him to grab her shoulder, but her other hand that he hadn't been focusing on had grabbed hold of one of her Beretta blades and held the small barrel under his chin. She smiled at him, eyes completely free of any kind of emotion. They resembled crystalline mirrors for all the soul she seemed to possess in that instance. Even her smile, which had seemed warm and inviting before was more like a streak of pale pink on her porcelain face for all the expression it had. You assume so much as if I asked for the lot I was given. As if I did some unthinkable crime to earn that Hell-Hole I call home. It's the equivalent as you saying you deserve all you got when you did nothing to attain it. You, personally, did nothing. You're far more worthless than I will ever be, Roy Harada of the House of Foundation. You may hate me but I do not hate you. Hate would require caring and your existence means absolutely nothing to me. You might as well be...dust. Dust, ash, soot. Meaningless particles that reflects the sun you adore. We all get recycled, Roy. It's just a matter of when. Her expression never changed, even when she was done talking until she leaned up to blow a breath against his ear, smirking like the crazed woman she was. Funny, was he shaking? Was he angry, afraid, indignant? Probably all of them. She wanted to know all of his emotions. She usually never did, but something about Roy intrigued her. And yes, all she had to do was know his first name to know who he was. There were lists of all the nobles everywhere so that people knew who was above them all. It was rather arrogant really. It just made it easier to figure out who needed to be killed. And right now, Attia had the upper hand. Tell little Jack what you're feeling. I wonder if I'll be able to taste it on your skin..
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

He wasn't expecting any kind of speed from her, or let alone any sort of response against his movement. In one smooth motion he suddenly had a pistol against his chin, and he felt the narrow blade against his throat as he dared not swallow. Was he afraid? Certainly, a man was an idiot to not be afraid of a gun against him..but her rambling was not without a purpose, recycled this, he didn't belong here that. Did she have some manner of grudge? Well, his..straightforward approach was hardly working, and he had to resist the urge to shudder his disgust at her husky tone in his ear, like a siren song you heard claw at the back of your mind and never wanted to hear again, all too simple to become drawn to it's tone. ...Who are you? He finally muttered.