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Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Wondering what? asked Esmeralda, letting her dance slow a bit. She stepped back a bit and ran her fingers down between her breasts and across her stomach. She needed to pretend she was interested in Marek that was part of her job. But there was a deeper fascination behind her. As dirty as he was, there was something about Marek that attracted her. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was enough to make her think twice before writing him off as just another perverted pig.
Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Well.. He cleared his throat a bit. First of all I am acting improper, but that's not it. He paused a moment, he was about to take a risk, or at least he thought it was a risk. What I'm wondering is why you would be in a place like this. Filled with perverts on a nightly basis. Now I'm sure you'd lump me in there with them, and perhaps that's fair because I've probably been behaving as such. But something tells me you can do more, and I'm not talking sexually.
Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Esmeralda was flattered by Marek's comment. She almost stopped dancing. She wanted to explain herself to Marek, both for his benefit as well as to reassure herself. But that was personal information, and the first rule of a stripper was never to divulge personal information - not that that stopped any of her friends. But Esmeralda was better than that. A girl's gotta do what a girl's got to do, she said, trying to be coy. However, faint changes in her tone indicated her act was weakening. There was something extraordinary about Marek, but she didn't know what it was.
Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Hmm... He gave her a thoughtful look. He was a bit disappointed with her answer, but not all that surprised. He understood why she wouldn't really give him more of an answer than that. Why would she? She didn't know who he was or where he from what he was about. She would have to be stupid to give in and divulge personal details so easily. So basically, you need it to pay the bills. Marek's comment was quite presumptuous, but he thought he hit the nail right on the head with it. To him, there would be no other reason for a young lady to become a stripper. So maybe this will help. Surprisingly, he pulled out not just one bill, but several, folded into a money clip. It much have been at least half an inch thick. A couple hundred easy. Money is of no object to myself. He commented, with a smile.
Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Esmeralda's heart almost stopped at the sight of Marek handing out a wad of so much cash. She actually did stop dancing, and her jaw dropped open. She had never seen so much money in her life. I... she began. Thank you... She carefully approached Marek and gingerly reached out to accept the bills. Part of her was a bit suspicious. Was this some sort of ploy? She'd read stories on the internet - fictional stories, of course - of men buying women as sex slaves. By accepting the money, was she about to embark on some faustian bargain? Her heart pounded in her chest.
Thread: I'm In Love With A Stripper (Me&nladisha)

Marek could easily tell by the look of hesitation on Esmeralda's face, that she was a little weary accepting the cash. Maybe she thought there was some type of attachment with accepting the cash, which there honestly was not. He wasn't trying to buy her or anything of the sort. He liked her, and it was as simple as that. Not a problem. He responded to her thanking him for the unusual amount of cash he handed her. Especially since it wasn't related to the dance, or at least didn't appear to be. Don't worry. He continued. There are no strings attached to that. Again, he flashed that great smile of his. Though I would like to see you outside of this place. If I am alone in that wish, then you won't ever see me again, after tonight. That isn't why I gave you the money however, so I wouldn't expect a decision based on that. I like you, that's all. I realize I'm a little too old.. His voice trailed off, as did his smile.
Thread: Canon Cravings

Looks all very interesting. Is it okay to do a NarutoXTsunade?
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Here there. I'm interested. Can it be furrymistress? I know a location we can start at.
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thecursedcrusader said Here there. I'm interested. Can it be furrymistress? I know a location we can start at. Click to expand... Alright, what do you have in mind and thread or pm?
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It's basically a manor and you would play a spoiled girlof any race, human,elf,vamp, ect and I''d be her pet furry. A rather large, 9'1 red and black tiger and is PM alright
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Exciting. Can I command him to tie me up and force him into domination. and if he doesnt I get to torture him and tease?
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YOu're speaking my languege. He's a BIG tiger, of course he's 9'1 and has an 12 inch cock with a strong STRONG tail for other purposes.
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Alright. So how do I obtain your large tiger? perhaps I trap him and he awakens in a maze like basement and I'm the only one who knows where the key is hidden in the 100 rooms? some of the rooms filled with keys others with sex toys and then some with other creatures that we could play with. like maybe a succubus or an Faerie for feme on feme action that you can join. I'd of course play both feme's.
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That sounds perfect, and then how about at the end he decides to stay, liking what he's been through Will he have sex with the mistress full on, like a vaginal screw and everything?
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Still here?
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Ya sorry and ya he will tease and fuk her till she cries for more and so on and so forth. Would you be pissed if I put on a pause thoguh my friend is stranded and I rly rly ahve to go save them.
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Not at all.
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Hmm, interesting. Would you mind roleplaying a wealthy brat who gets sold into slavery to be taught a lesson?
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Yes that would be a fun story but for tomorrow if your available.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Hugh was just in the process of getting a real dressing down by the provost. A boy from such a fine family! What are you thinking getting into trouble like that. I try to make allowances since you lost your parents, but really! He was just starting into it again and getting ready to assign a punishment, when the door was quietly opened. His secretary was there and her face was white, she handed a sheet of paper to the provost and hurried out. As he read the note, the provost sank wearily back on his dark wood desk. The whole office reflected the quality of the private school and he reminded himself that wildness could make a great leader if harnessed. HughIm so very sorry, and well forget the incident. Your uncle has passed on, leaving you his estate. Well credit you with finishing the term, with all A marks. Please accept my sympathies, and let me know if you need a tutor to finish school from home. Hugh was crushed. His only relative gone. The next few days blurred by and he found himself in the old mansion, alone with the staff, none of whom hed ever been close to. They only knew him as a spoiled teen. He looked out over the vineyards and orchards, having no idea what to do with them. The fruit was getting ripe and he had no clue who to call or how to manage it. Next to him was a stack of bills. There was enough in the bank to cover for a few more months, but after that? Disgusted, he rode his horseone of twenty they owned, to a nearby pub and ordered a drink. The bartender watched him toss it back and paused. Whats eating you boy? Whats eating me? Ive got a manor, a vineyard, and orchard, horses, cows, and oxen, and I have no clue what to do, so Im going to lose it all. My uncle managed it allI think her thought after I got out of college, hed teach me to run everything, but now hes gone. I dont know who to contact.why would a capable manager want to leave their own holdings to help me? The barkeep laughed and Hugh flushed. What the hells so funny? Son, buy the lady at the far end of the bar a couple of drinks and dinner. Dont skimp. Then tell her your story, if its worth your time, promise that Ill be your only barkeep. If not, your drink an her meal are free. Im Mike, by the way, and this is my place. Hugh cocked his head. Why not? Right now he had money. This woman was quite attractive, full curves and a very pretty face. Um, miss, please hear me out. Mike says to buy you dinner and drinks and tell you about my situation.. He also said that if it doesnt work out, all of our order is on the house. Maybe she knew someone who could help him. He let her order and repeated the whole story while she was served and waited for her to answer. So thats it. Any suggestions?
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Lanna had been out of work for months now. She was getting more and more desperate by the day. No one seemed willing to give her the time of day, despite her high standing in the guild. Because she was a woman, she was somehow less capable of running an estate. That sentence in and of itself was a ridiculous one! Women were expected to run households and manage with whatever budget had been set. She'd proven to be an excellent manager and up until the wife of the man who'd hired her began to suspect him of having an affair with her, Lanna had had a solid job with excellent references. Now, it was four months later and she was getting closer and closer to having to resort to something rather drastic. She was just thinking about what she could afford to eat tonight and still have enough to cover her bills for the rest of the month when a young man approached her. He was handsome and looked fairly wealthy. That shot up two red flags for her. She was used to fending off unwelcome advances, and he looked like the type to ask. But his wealth might be something she could work with so she would have to be very polite and straightforward. The man seemed almost apologetic, however, and ideas of turning him away were removed when he asked to speak with her and a wager from the bartender was mentioned. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mike before returning her attention to the young man before her. Curious she motioned for him to sit down. He seemed insistent on her ordering, and she wasn't foolish enough to turn down an offer that had Mike's word attached to it. Either way, it worked out for her. Alright. I suppose I can give it a listen. My name is Lanna Wainwright, by the way. She ordered something filling and nourishing, but not extravagant or overly expensive to eat--a beef stew and a chunk of sour dough bread. Since he was letting drinks be a part of the offer, she ordered a brandy and left it at that. She listened attentively to his problem, even after her tantalizing meal arrived. She decided when he was finished speaking that Mike deserved a kiss. That does seem like quite a problem. Fortunately for you, I happen to be very capable of managing your estate for you, she said with a smile. She paused to take another spoonful of stew, some of the last of it. I would be happy to help you go over the paperwork, finances, and help to educate you in the affairs of running your estate if you like. She was pleased to be able to offer such services and know that she had a decent chance of being accepted. I can provide documents that tell of my qualifications, letters of reference from the guild, and from one of my previous employers, should you require them. And I am well-trained in handling vineyards as well, she said with a confident smile.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Hugh felt like someone had toss him a rope in a croc filled lake and then asked, do you want me to pull? There was no way he was missing this chance. Miss Wainwright, I can offer you housing, meals and 100 per week, or fifteen percent of the estate's profits...for the first two months you can take your pick. I hope that sounds fair. My name is Hugh McClung...Lord McClung now, I suppose, though that hardly matters. Here is the address. I would request that you not dismiss the staff until you get to know each of them. Some have worked in the family all their lives and know their business well. They also are loyal enough to keep their mouths shut. I'm going to go home to bed...I think I might actually sleep tonight. I hope you can start right in tomorrow. Frankly, I need you and each day without you is a loss. He looked up at the barkeep. Mike, charge me double for everything we've had. You've more than earned it, and yes. I will only come here. I may be a fool, but my word is my bond. He bowed and kissed her hand, then headed home and slept happily. Morning came with a shock to a student used to arising after eight. The front bell was ringing and from the Grandmother clock on his mantle, it was 652 AM. Ack...Carruthers, will you get that, and where are my clothes? Carruthers usuallly treated him like an errant schoolboy...gee, wonder why...but he answered the door and Hugh heard voices. Miss Wainwright is here sir. Are you expecting her? She says she is to review the estate. He leaped from bed and pulled on some trousers, and a good shirt. Well, get her breakfast. Anything she wants, and ask her to meet me in the library when she's finished. It's the closest to an office we have. Oh, and Carruthers, be polits, she's your new boss. Carruthers raised his eyebrows in an exasperated longsuffering way and opined. Of course, Sir. Very good Sir. Glad to be of service Sir. Then zipped out to receive her. By the time Hugh had shaved and made himself presentable, breakfast was mostly done and he was just able to get coffee and toast with ham. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to greet you. We need to introduce you to all the staff. He noticed that she had icing drizzles on her scone and that the chef had made her eggs benedict. The chef never did anything like that for him! I hope breakfast was acceptable. The bills and estate information in in the library if you are ready. You didn't mention whether you would be living here. If so, I can send some of the staff to help pack and move you.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He agreed with her and they dug in. Secretly, he felt like hugging her and dancing. She was perfect. Unfortunately, he had no clue how to organize things, but there was a secretary desk with 50 slots in it, an abacus...actually three in different sizes, and a sliderule. First Off, when we are working alone, I would really appreciate it if you would call me by my first name. I'm younger than you and you are educated. Do you mind if I use your name? I'm afraid I can't help much. I separated out the bills from other correspondence. Someone was asking how much our grapes cost and I have no clue what would be even near a fair price. I did also put the older bills on top. He felt like an eager puppy. True, she was gorgeous, but she worked for him. On the other hand, he really needed her. I feel so much better now that you are here. I'm going to leave you for a couple of hours to familiarize yourself with things. Carruthers will call you for lunch at 11, if you don't mind dining with me. If you would rather not, I understand. I respect you and mean no disrespect. Hugh bowed and left her to work without his interference.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He was being so polite to her. It wasn't often that one came across such a person in nobility. He was kind to his help. To most people, in fact. At least, that was what she'd witnessed so far. Working with him would be a charm. His demeanor was that of a nobleman, and one who was quite relieved to have help. But his youth gave him something more...innocent as well. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she was sure it was there. The brunette finished breakfast as he told her to call him by his name. If that is what you wish, she said. You may call me my name in private if it pleases you, but when we are among others, I wish you would call me by my surname. I will require your presence to teach you some things as well as work goes on here--I believe all of my clients should have a basic knowledge of the goings-on in their own business ventures. Should something happen to me, I'd like to know you wouldn't be at the mercy of crooks. The idea that his presence would somehow be offensive surprised her. I don't mind eating with you at all, Hugh, she said, smiling pleasantly and using his name as he'd asked. She figured it would be more convincing that way. I'll just head off to do my work then. Thank you. With that, she went to the library to go through all of the bills and correspondence as well as the other ledgers she found. She was quite occupied with her work and it hardly seemed like any time had passed at all when the servant came to fetch her. She washed her hands before coming to the dining room for lunch, finding that she was quite hungry indeed.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He waited until Carruthers had pushed in her chair and she was seated before taking his own. Miss Wainwright, I hope the morning has gone well. I have a request however. If you don't mind, I'd like to have a seamstress measure you, and to make you a couple of top quality suitskirt outfits as well as boots in the house colors. Since you are going to be my business representative, I would like others to know it when they meet you. I will also pay for new blouses that you select to match the outfits. It would hardly be fair for you to pay for that, seeing as it's my request. Now, I don't know if it would be useful, but would you prefer half of this week's wages in advance. I want your affairs to be well settled, so none may cast any aspersions, and so you have no debts of concern. Try the Plum Mousse, Chef Luissa does amazing things. It's so odd, she was the lowest chef in a restaurant when I at there and wanted to know who'd prepared my dessert. So I convinced uncle to hire her out and she has elevated the entire kitchen with her skills. I'm always surprised and pleased by her. Feel free to get snacks or whatnot any time. IF you desire wine or drink, I only ask that you take no more than a glass or two for clear thinking...and not to open more than one of the blue labels in a month...some of those are over 60 years old in the cellar...say, I wonder if they have much value. Uncle once said that wine gets better over time...but there aren't more than 400 or so of them I should think. If you desire, I have the afternoon open for you to tutor me. So, can you tell me, please. From what you've seen, does the estate have a chance of making it? I held off on selling the breeding cattle, and the stud race horses...they probably aren't listed in what you were looking at, but I think they're worth a bit if we need money. I'm just on pins and needles awaiting your assessment. He'd waited until they were alone to ask the question.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

She wondered briefly, as all women do when they hear such requests, what was wrong with her clothes. But since he was being good enough to offer her room and board, plus a stipend she didn't feel as though she had much room to complain. Besides, it made sense about the clothes being top quality. If she was to represent him, she had to look the part. And that meant new clothes, even if hers were nice enough for her liking. Very well. I'll be happy to set up a time with your seamstress later today. When she heard his offer to pay her an advance, she was surprised at his concern for her reputation and well-being. It was touching. Thank you sir. That would be appreciated. I'll have to take care of some things with my landlord tonight so that I can move tomorrow, and I'll be sure to report these developments to the guild to keep from inviting scandal. She was also surprised at the open-mindedness of his uncle and himself. It seemed that his faith in people for skill alone, rather than sex, was strong. And that was a comforting and refreshing notion. I actually don't drink very often, and I don't drink to excess. There is quite a lot of value in well-aged wine, and selling those bottles would bring in extra revenue, however, I'm not quite sure at the moment, what a reasonable price would be. I'd have to take a look at them more closely to give you an estimate. I have to spend a bit more time examining the goings-on here, but from what I can tell, you're still bringing in quite enough money to live very comfortably after the expenses I've seen have been accounted for. You're not in danger of losing anything unless you neglect your sales and forget to pay bills. Lanna was quite confident that she would be able to keep the estate in the black and double its profit if she had the time. She was also sure that the people who worked there would be able to keep their jobs for a long while. One thing was bothering her, however. This afternoon will work splendidly for your tutoring, Hugh. However, I have something of a request for you. One hundred dollars per week is far too much for me to accept with a clean conscience. Fifty seems far more appropriate for someone in my station, especially since I will be living and eating here. The only bills I should have are personal ones, and that money should more than cover any expenses I might have. I appreciate your generosity, really. However, it is important to think of your own financial well-being as well. She smiled at him and ordered something simple--a salad and some soup that was being made at the moment, with the plum mousse. She ordered milk with it as well.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He listened to her concern. Seriously, I checked on you this morning. Oh, make no mistake, there are some in the guilds who dislike you. but they all agreed you were fully honest and reliable. For a smart, honest manager like you, I'd be willing to pay twice as much. So here is my thought. To celebrate your success so far, let's go to Mike's for dinner, and chat about ideas. I'll take the extra part from your salary, and hold it. Then at year's end, you can have it or give it to charity. Fair? Without thinking, he took her hands in his and squeezed them. Under the cloudy circumstances, you have made me a happy as is possible. And to be blunt, you should already be rich if it wasn't for the power of the guilds. You are very much worth it. I should try to find such a wife!
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

To her surprise, he was being thorough about her employment and he was being careful to make sure that she was well-worth his time and money. His reasoning was also logical, though it pained her to take up such a large fee for her services. He told her he could give half to charities, and as tempting as that would be, he could do the same on his own. It really seemed that he was doing too much. Just because he was willing to pay even more didn't mean that she wanted or needed him to, and she wondered if the other servants had similar problems. She saw the insistence in his eyes and knew that he wouldn't take no for an answer. She was forced to tell him what he wanted to hear. Alright...if I can't persuade you to change your mind, I'll have to accept your offer, she said, feeling guilty all the while. And then something rather shocking occurred. He took her hands and looked her straight in the eye, singing her praises and comparing her to a candidate for his bride. She blushed deeply, eyes widened with shock. She stiffened a bit and then forced herself to calm down. She took back her hands slowly and graciously. I'm flattered at your faith in me, Hugh, but I'm really not as great as all that, and certainly not an appropriate person to discuss marriage with... She couldn't bring herself to look at him at the moment and found herself very interested in the table.