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Thread: Death Planet (DarkAngel76 and Kosmik_Khaos)

The quite man knew a silence of deep thought and Kaira was sitting on him in one. It wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking about. This uncertain future that laid sprawled out in front of her, her past a burning husk that can never be returned to. It was a feeling that he knew himself all to well. He was going to have to do everything to keep this girl safe, keep her from falling into a pit of darkness that would leave her with nothing inside. 'Cass, when did you decided to go soft for this brat?' He questioned himself in her silence. Cassidy instantly knew when she discovered what she was sitting on. A chuckle rolled from his chest, the sound seeming foreign even to himself. The blush that grew across her entire body was endearing, cute even, oh hell who was he trying to kid, it was down right sexy. What the matter brat? Surely this isn't the first time you've sat on a man's lap. He teased lightly. He honestly didn't know, but a woman even as young as Kaira, usually has gotten intimate with a man by her age. Survival and the continuance of the species and such. Those two words echoed in Cassidy's ears over and over. Closing his eyes he took in a slow calming breath and released it. All my demons, the ashes of my past and a whole slew of people that want me more than dead. He answered with a heavy sigh. And all I want is to put distance between those and myself. I am not sure if the East is worse but I do have one thing that is better here than there so far. He said looking down at her. How she was twisted in his lap the softness of her breasts were pressed against his chest, a feeling that he hadn't known in a long time. Cassidy smiled at her sudden comment. I bet you do little girl. He said teasing her again. Still holding onto her he laid back onto the hard ground and pulled her down on top of him. Grabbing her hips he turned her so they were chest to chest and face to face. Holding fast to her hips he enjoyed how her curves fit into his hands so perfectly. Running both hands up her sides he moved them to her back up to her neck. Sliding his fingers up her neck he cupped her face and tilted her head so she was forced to look him dead in the eye. Get some sleep kid. He said lifting his head from the ground and planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Laying his head back to the ground he reached out and grabbed his coat which was still dry on the inside and with a practiced flourish covered both of them. If you get any ideas, feel free to act on them. There is nothing stopping you out here. He said with a grin before draping his arms around her under the coat holding her on his body in a light, but solid hold. Don't fret precious, I won't let anything get you, and I will not do anything to you. Sleep we have a long few days ahead of us. He said in a kind tone that was just barely audible even with their current closeness.
Thread: Death Planet (DarkAngel76 and Kosmik_Khaos)

Mmm... Kaira sighed. She was warm and comfortable and something was petting her back in the most wonderful of ways. She made a few more soft sounds, her body shifting a little atop her modest 'bed'. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, everything coming into focus. Suddenly, she gasped and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Kai's cheeks reddened, her face hot as she let her gaze drift down. She was straddling a man, his face slightly worn, but beautiful. His body just lied there, a picture of calm between her thighs. Biting down on her lower lip, she suddenly realized she was naked. A sense of shyness washed over her and she lifted her arms so as to cover her bare breasts. But her attempts were in vain. Her body was totally exposed and the pulsing heat emanating from her sex poured over him as she sat there. I...I... Kaira stuttered. She started to fidget, but didn't dare move. She could hardly ignore the dampness between her legs or even the dreams she'd had while asleep. Unable to look Cassidy in the eye, she glanced over at the fire...and her newly dried clothes. Her clothes seemed so far away, a means to hide these strange sensations awakening within her body. If only they'd been closer. If only she had woken first. I should g-get dressed, Kai stammered, the sweeping heat moving from her cheeks and making its way along the swells of her breasts. The heat between her legs just rose, her face contorting as she willed her clothes closer. Like you said, she went on, interrupting her own silence. We have to get moving. East, Cassidy had said. Kaira wondered just what they'd truly find in that direction. One thing she knew for certain, her old life was gone. Her old life would soon become 'west'. Would it become part of the forgotten or something to always runaway from? She hardly knew. But in the moment, it didn't matter. She just hoped the monsters would stay away.
Thread: Death Planet (DarkAngel76 and Kosmik_Khaos)

Her breath caught in her throat her body reacting in ways she never anticipated. Kaira swallowed hard, eyes clamping shut as Cassidy removed his hand from her thigh. She whimpered softly, saddened by the loss of heat and contact. She was aching, somehow worked up and feeling things that made her want to cry out! Pausing a moment, she looked him directly in his eyes, unable to turn away despite that terrible urge to run, to hide. It gnawed at her mind, but she was powerless to do anything of the sort. Instead, she was rooted to the spot, her body becoming more aware of the intimate way in which they sat there. Bodies close and pressed togetherskin on skin, flesh against flesh. She thought about Cassidy's hand on her hip, tantalizingly teasing her body in ways she never knew were possible. Then again, she'd never been looked at or touched the way he was doing so right then. For a fleeting moment, Kaira thought about the eager patrons. The one who got overly friendly, Hal stepping in to knock them down a peg or ten. She pushed those memories aside, burying them deep within the recesses of her mind. Cassidy wasn't like them. No. Somehow he knew... She wanted this and now she wanted more. And only moments ago she wanted to hide. Furrowing her brow, Kaira's expression turned into one of confusion. Just what was happening? Why? Cassidy was right though. She would be traveling with him for a while. Well, until he grew tired of her, she supposed. But Kaira didn't want to think that far ahead. Such a future frightened her, if she was honest about it. The idea of being left alone...it hardly appealed. She closed her eyes briefly, still feeling Cassidy's breath, hot against her ear. His teeth had grazed her neck, sending shivers along her spine, making her shudder. She shifted slightly, that throb between her legs growing steadily stronger, begging for something...anything. Licking her lips, Kaira did as told and got off Cassidy. Her eyes saw the glistening damp she left behind against his skin, a betrayal of her arousal. She backed away toward the dwindling fire, toward her clothes. She had half a mind to reach down between her legs and let her fingers do their work. It wasn't as if she hadn't at least done that before. But certainly never in front of anyone. But the way Cassidy looked at her, spoke. Somehow, a part of her almost didn't care. Glancing down at the ground, Kaira saw her clothes, dried and ready. I...I can be ready, she spoke, reaching down to grab her shirt. As she stood up, garment in hand, she looked squarely at Cassidy. And...I'm not a child! she suddenly whined. Only children are punished and rewarded. Her lower lip jutted out a bit. Won't you be surprised by how fast I learn! Hmph! She paused. I won't be taken off guard again. It was meant to sound like a promise, only she knew better. She knew damned well this man would keep her on her toes. And she was certain Cassidy knew it too, though she'd never admit. Not ever.
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Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Matt fingered the little combination lock in his pocket as he walked the few blocks to Power Exchange, nodding to a few of the regulars that slept in the doors and in the alleys around his apartment building. He wore a beat up black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans. Hey Jimmy Dean, a toothless beggar teased, You got a buck? Gotta get a beer, Jimmy. Matt grinned at him and handed a wrinkled dollar. This part of the City was still waking up, even though it was almost ten in the morning. Matt could hear heavier traffic just a few streets over though. His initial concern about the job had been somewhat smoothed over with the first electronic deposit into his bank account. He had eaten pizza for the first time in months at Irvings to celebrate. Now, though, in the cool morning of early summer, he wasnt so certain any more. He had spent a couple of awkward hours at the Public Library using their internet to do research, and what he found was all over the map. Some of the images he saw seemed to be outright abusive, while others betrayed a deep eroticism as well as the use of tens of thousands of dollars worth of camera and lighting gear. He thought the truth was somewhere in between. Reading about the lifestyle seemed to result in better information- complex dynamics between people, some of them counterintuitive. One thing that stood out to him from a dominants blog was his claim that the submissive always had the ultimate power in any healthy domsub relationship. He found the idea just odd enough to be intriguing. The club was wedged between an inner city mission and a restaurant. The street facing side of the building was fairly unassuming, painted black with a red door and a marquee over the entrance that read Power Exchange in block letters, and underneath that in smaller letters the end of every modest restraint. Matt pushed the door open. He was surprised at how clean and bright it was. It made sense, he realized. They wouldnt be using mood lighting and disco balls when they were cleaning. A man with a squeegee was spraying glass cleaner on a mirrored wall along one side of the main room. Were closed, he said, not bothering to turn around. Oh, Im not The man squinted at Matt in the mirror. Oh. You. Over there. He tipped his head toward the far end of the room. A young woman stood there, looking away from him next to a big X made with four by fours. The curve of her hip caught his eye, a white sweater, long dark hair down her back. Hey, he said, touching her shoulder. Im Matt. Were going to be working together.
Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

In the daylight, the club didn't look all that different. There was a bar, and tables and booths, and a more casual area where people could sit and talk on more comfortable seating within sight of the entry door. There was recessed lighting in the ceiling, on the wall, and she could easily imagine what it would look like when the crowds gathered, colored lights, music, drink servers, groups of people standing, sitting, laughing, talking. After making her way over from the coffee shop, Regan had run into Carole, a diminutive woman in a sedate business suit who'd been on her way in as well, and who had greeted Regan warmly but perfunctorily and ushered her in, past the street traffic who were just transitioning from the morning hustles and getting ready for when the lunch crowds would hit the pavement. Then she'd disappeared, drawn aside by the club manager to discuss the particulars -- leaving Regan on her own to shift from foot to foot as she tried to get past the initial discomfort and start immersing herself in the role while she waited for Carole to return, or for her co-star to arrive. For a while, she entertained herself by eavesdropping shamelessly on the two employees who were cleaning as they talked about some of the club regulars. Of course, part of it was for her benefit, she was certain, but that wasn't all bad, and she made sure to commit their faces and names to memory as some who'd be worth talking to on a more casual level. Perhaps that was what they were hoping for, though she could have told them that if their aim was to be included somehow in the documentary, it wasn't the actors they needed to schmooze. After a little bit, they seemed to decide that no excitement was to be found by her presence, and left her to examine the decor once more. Of course, she was aware of someone else coming in and the conversation, but ... to avoid looking too grateful for being rescued from feeling very much like a fifth wheel ... she did not turn until she heard his voice, felt the light touch. Regan turned, smiling automatically as she held out her hand. The smile brightened by several degrees of wattage as she took in her co-'star' ... though 'star' was probably not the operative word for either of them yet. He didn't look like what she'd been picturing, really ... though she was well aware that her mental expectations were probably as unrealistic as Fifty Shades itself. Some heavyweight in a somber suit, perhaps, with a clunky watch, a tie, and a severe expression. Matt didn't fit that bill, but he was decidedly good looking, but more in the 'hot guy next door' manner. Regan. Hi. Carole is off with the manager discussing ... something. She said when you got here, we should go ahead and look around, just stay out of the way of the staff. I don't suppose you've been here before? I haven't. The guys cleaning had referred to 'playrooms' off behind closed doors, and she had both been itching to see what that meant, and nervous about finding out. Not being alone, though, certainly gave her more courage.
Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Matt fought off an urge to say Yes, Mom to Caroles list of prohibitions. The contrast between her physical size and the size of her personality kept surprising him. Well, at least he knew hed want to stay clear of her, at least for tonight. He felt a weight lift when she finally left the room. Well, I cant get a black eye today, Matt sighed, and I cant get in a bicycle wreck, so there go my plans for the evening. I guess I could chip a tooth or bite my tongue. Maybe I could get away with bumping my head. Are you thinking of going to Spikes? Matt shrugged. I guess the question is if you have to work bare assed for eight hours in front of dressed people, how well do you want to know them? And more to the point, how well do you want them to know you? Just putting the question out there made up his mind. He had worked grip on a few shoots and he knew that crew tended to have a natural disdain for talent. Every time the word was used, he could hear a little irony. It made some sense though. Often actors commanded a lot of attention, but the crew, even on a lower budget shoot had to be highly trained, disciplined, and working together. Hed been on sets where all the real talent was off-camera. I think itll be best to go. I want to know their names, what they do. I have a feeling they can make things harder for us or easier. And it will help if we dont act like cast iron divas. Hed also get a couple more hours looking at those smoky eyes. The flirting had been light in tone, but frank and to the point and it left him with images of Regan swimming in his head, at the sex toy party, the long pink dildo flopping between her legs, running down the batteries in her little mirrored tube. What would she be like if she was interrupted? Angry? Desperate? What would her voice sound like if she was begging? The front of his pants was feeling much tighter than normal and Regans attention didnt make things better. He caught her again, her eyes wandering. Hey, Im going to go home and get a shower. A lukewarm one, he said, then shook his head and smiled. A cold one. Ill be at Spikes around seven. Do you have anywhere to hang out in the neighborhood?
Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Professional porn sets. It was the last thing Matt needed to be thinking about right now. Or Megan in a shower, in a shower with him, even a cold one, keeping each other warm. Seven oclock, he said, Its a date. The streets always seemed surreal after time on set, and the walk to his apartment was spent in a shifting fog of reality. Which world was real and which was the set? Matt walked with his hands in his jacket pockets, stepping over the occasional sleeping transient, nodding at the regulars, but he felt disconnected. Seven wouldnt come soon enough. He wanted to pump his bike up one of San Franciscos hills to burn off some of his energy, but no matter how careful you were, there was no guarantee you wouldnt hit the pavement on any given ride. He settled for jumping rope between his kitchen and his futon until the downstairs neighbor banged his floor with a broom. The apartment seemed smaller than normal and strangely warm. San Francisco was known for cool weather, but Regan had gotten under his skin. Skin. He wondered what would show on skin and how long it would last. He went to the tiny kitchen and found a bamboo spoon he used for stirring spaghetti and smacked his thigh with it. It stung, but not too badly. He pulled his pants down there in the kitchen and checked the place. It felt a little bit warm and had a red outline of the spoon. Hed check it again after a shower. He doubted it would still be there. Taking a cold shower would be okay if he actually had a choice. The water heaters in the building were fifty years old, and under-capacity. You could be clean or you could be warm, but both at the same time? That was a rare luxury. He watched the redness on his leg fade away in a few minutes. It made him smile, and he wasnt entirely sure why. He pulled on an old grey roll neck sweater over some jeans and opened Millers Tropic of Cancer to a random place in the middle and started reading. The impressive collection of beer neon in the front window of Spikes Bar Grill lit Matts face in warring yellows, blues, and reds. Bruises in light. He was a few minutes early, and waited for Regan outside, watching the city settle into its best time of day.
Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Regan looked ready to take on any room in the city, and Matt was certain she would have made a memorable entrance at any one of them. He had a slight flash of disappointment at how much her top covered, but it turned quickly to admiration as her stride revealed free movement under her top. She wasnt wearing a bra. Matt wondered briefly if it was a subtle means of staying in touch with her role. He leaned in to kiss her cheek when she walked up. You look beautiful, he said, and walked around her. The open back showed so much perfect skin and tantalizing contour, Matt felt his face flush a little. Ive never seen a woman lead with her back, he said, but Regan, youre pulling it off. He suppressed an urge to run his fingers up her spine as he considered what pulling that top off would be like. and offered her an arm instead. It would make a more impressive entrance if they looked a more formal couple from the front. Surprise would be her ally tonight. The noise level jumped as they walked into the crowded pub. Someone had put a handful of quarters in an old jukebox and picked every Foreigner cut in the machine. The last notes of I Wanna Know What Love Is faded out and the unmistakable intro to Urgent lent a further air of electricity to the atmosphere. It didnt take long to find the crew. They had a comfortable rowdiness that subsided to silence as Matt and Regan approached the long table. Hey, he said, Im Matt and this is Regan. He heard someone murmur talent to his right. God, I hope not, he said, Those prissy little shits give me a rash. He pulled a seat out for Regan and sat next to her. What are we drinking? Were drinking IPA, but talent has to start with shooters. Coax said, Its tradition. There were snickers around the table. Youre on camera, right? Thats right. And youre in chaps? Matt laughed and shrugged. Im wearing whatever they put me in. The cameraman nodded sagely, Yes you are, and tonight you're drinking what we say, he said, and waved a hand to a server. Four Blackballs for the talent and a couple more pints of this. He swirled the last of his beer in his mug.
Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

Matt felt happy and expansive, partially because of the beer, and partially because of the view. He found himself continually frustrated and fascinated, just as he had been the first time he saw Regan in the beguiling green top. He expected to catch looks down the neckline, and found instead that Regan was exposed in a completely different way. Each time he caught himself staring, it wasn't her skin that attracted him. It was her shape, the way her breasts moved as she spoke or reached for her drink, the way her nipples pushed out the thin fabric as it slid over her body. Matt touched his fingers to the Regan's back at a moment when she was turned away from him, engrossed in conversation with Kelly. The techs were discussing data rates and had forgotten about him for a second. He ran his fingers down her spine slowly, feeling the silk of her skin and the muscles underneath. He was fascinated enough that he noticed after a lengthening silence that they were all watching him, the lighting guys, the camera operators, the grips. Matt didn't pull his hand away, but let it slide around the curve of Regan's hip. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, We have an audience. What are you going to do? Someone whistled and Matt grinned and kissed her shoulder. Save it for the set, talent, someone said, but with a little awe. This might be the first mockumentary, uh, feature that actually generates royalties for me. To Matt's surprise, a few of the techs got up to leave around nine o'clock. You have to be beautiful tomorrow, Coax said, pulling on his coat, But I have to be smart. Gotta catch my genius sleep. See you on set. The crew left in ones and twos over the next fifteen minutes, settling their tabs and grabbing a last handful of peanuts. Matt found himself alone with Regan at the end of a long table littered with bottles and mostly empty pub food baskets. Their conversation had wandered comfortably from music to childhood pets to favorite film performances. A busboy started clearing dishes and silverware into a grey tub. Hey, he said, You're all squared away tonight. Those guys took care of your tab. Matt thanked him and left a tip for both of them. He took Regan's hand and stood. If I go to bed now, I'll wake up at four in the morning. I need to stay up a little longer. Want to take a walk?