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Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Eric only shrugged when Charlie claimed it sounded like drills, then let out an involuntary chuckle. He had thought about about drilling her more than once tonight, especially as she shifted around on him, but he had no intention of mentioning any of that tonight. He wasn't fazed when she rolled her eyes at him. She generally didn't like being told what to do, or practicing anything other than just playing soccer. The step drills and running he'd made her do had prompted similar eye-rolls, but they'd happened. When she started mocking him, he took it with a grin. After all, it was kind of funny. He didn't tense until she accused him of wanting her to do porn. That made him clench, made him angry, not because it was an unjust accusation, quite the opposite, but because he couldn't be this close to having this and lose it. He took a couple of sharp breaths as she shifted again. He needed to use that anger, to focus. All right. You gave me an idea and I ran with it, because I thought you said you were serious about it. I never said you had to fuck anyone either. Hell, I wasn't even expecting that. I figured you'd just perform in front of a webcam. He lifted her off of him and set her on the couch, then stood up, his back to her, and threw his hands up in belligerent surrender. That doesn't matter though. If having to actually work at it suddenly makes it dumb, then you aren't looking for a solution, you're just wanting to bitch. He started walking to the adjacent kitchen, and grabbed a beer for himself. While the refrigerator door hid his waist from view, he reached down and adjusted his bulge, making it less obvious.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

She gave him the idea? Well, Charlie supposed she did, technically. It had been mostly half-drunken, half-vengeful ramblings, but still. He just kept right on with it, insisting that he wasn't suggesting she fuck, though she was almost certain he'd just suggested something like that. The real killer moment was when he all but dumped her on the couch. Hey, fucker! she shouted, nearly moving to throw something at him again, that anger bubbling right back up again. You know damn well I can-- he was already taking off. Frustrated, Charlie let out a loud, wordless noise. She turned and grabbed another pillow, throwing it toward the kitchen. It fell far short, but Charlie didn't care it made her feel better. Had she just been wanting to bitch? She didn't even know. Panting, Charlie sat back on her heels. The shirt had moved up, baring a lot of her tanned, muscled lower half. She fidgeted with the bottom, still angry, still frustrated, but trying to think it through in her muddled way. She knew what the problem was at the core, and she knew how to get the answer. So she stood. She moved over to the coffee table and sat down on it. Charlie wiggled a few times, pulling the shirt up, so it hovered over her waist. Her lower half was all on display now, from her rough, calloused feet to her nearly untamed bush of dark hair. Charlie spread her legs slightly, and turned to face her uncle. See this if she wasn't fucking serious. You really think I could make money showing all this off? she asked, her voice seriously. Like, actually fucking think, not just blowing hot air or being a dick or whatever. She gestured at herself. Would you pay to see this shit?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Eric remained silent as she yelled at him, and again as she yelled at nothing. He could tell it was working. He was in her head. He made a point not to look at her, to betray how badly he wanted to see her reaction. He had to be distant, his attention, his approval, had to be something she needed. He brought the bottle to his lips and pulled back, taking a long drink. He wouldn't turn to face her yet. He'd make her wait, make her sit and stew. He'd only briefly glanced over as the pillow fell near his feet, distracted only by the movement. He turned his back to her, leaving the door open, and took another swig from the bottle, over half of it gone now. He didn't know what she was doing over on the couch, though he could hear some sounds, as though she was fidgeting uncomfortably. He looked down. His bulge, lined up with his fly, was still noticeable, the cool air from the fridge being no competition for the tension of the moment. Still, his t-shirt hung down over part of it, so if she wasn't looking for it she might not notice. He shut the door to the fridge and turned to walk back into the living room, only to be greeted by a very unexpected sight. The thick bush held his gaze for a while, even through her first question. He didn't have to think about what the answer was. He knew people would pay. He knew he would. He looked at her face, the defiant look from her, even through the glaze of her drunkenness, well-familiar to him. He looked back down at her bush, walking over to her as he thought about her question. Despite knowing the real answer, he had to think about how to answer. His gaze stayed on her center as he walked all the way up to her. Yes, I would. And if you put the effort into showing it off, I'd come back and pay again. Your turn, he began, looking her straight in the eyes. Would you want to make me cum?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

He was staring. Charlie felt her legs opening just a hair wider, silently inviting his gaze. Let him stare. The fuck should she care if he stared? not like he hadn't seen glimpses of it before, even if it had been some time now. She'd grown up around him, after all. Though her eyes drifted south, taking a little note of the noticeable bulge forming in his pants. Fuck, is that... Oh my fucking God, he really is rock hard! Charlie's brows rose slightly, not quite believing it. wasn't she his niece? That was all kinds of wrong, and she wasn't sure if she was okay with it, despite being the one sitting half-naked and spread out on a coffee table. Eyes met, and a challenge laid out before them. I'd put effort, she said challenging, eyes sparking. She would too, if she did this. Eric thought she could, so maybe she could. and why the fuck not? Be fucking ironic to pay that bitch and the school back with money she got from using her body. Fuck them all. Serve them fucking right. Still, that last question felt... odd. Charlie looked at his crotch for several long seconds. He was her uncle. He was rock hard. She wasn't wearing pants. Charlie looked back at those eyes, meeting the gaze again. If you weren't my uncle, sure, she said, shrugging. It was a harmless enough statement, after all he was, so she wasn't going to. That was... wrong, right?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

When she met his gaze and said she'd put effort, he nodded intensely, not breaking the gaze. It was Charlie who did that, looking down to his crotch, clearly taken aback by what she saw. When her gaze returned, the will and defiance she radiated earlier now gone. The answer wasn't enough. The first time she'd wavered, he'd abandoned her. That had forced her into submitting, but it wouldn't work this time. It would seem too personal, would validate her suspicions. He was the sober one, and she the drunk one. He was the coach, she the trainee. If he kept control, she'd follow him. Think about when we play one on one. Think about when you do free kicks against me. Do you care that I'm your uncle then? Do you play against me and think 'if he wasn't my uncle I'd want to humiliate him, to destroy him?' I don't think you do. I think you play with all the intensity you can manage, and do whatever you can to win. When you perform, you are going to get some weird customers. You won't like some of them. Hell, some of them you might despise. You can't think about whether or not they deserve to cum, or whether it's right to make them cum. If they come to you, if they pay you, you have to want to make them cum. I don't care what you use to motivate yourself. If you do this, I'll support you in it, and that's all there is. That's my job, and I want to do it well. But you have to want to do your job. Do you want to make me cum?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

No, no she didn't care that he was her uncle then. No, she pretty much played to destroy him anyway. That was always how she played, how she handled things. She did it all out, or she didn't do it all. Apparently Eric was suggesting she do that now, maybe even prove it somehow. Was this some kind of weird pushing test? Get your uncle to cum and you prove that you can and will do this for anyone? It sounded almost insane, but it also made an insane kind of sense. She was going to have weird customers and all, and she did think this would work, right? Charlie didn't say anything. she scooted forward. Her hands reached up. Fingers began working at pants, dealing with anything that got in the way. Her eyes looked up, again matching her uncle's, defiance lighting hers. The fingers dug into the pants, pulling apart any fabric. They slid with confidence, showing quite clearly that this wasn't the first time. Charlie hesitated only when her fingers first touched what lay inside. Eric felt fucking huge. Still, Charlie had started, and she wanted to prove her uncle fucking wrong, if nothing else. So she worked, she pulled, and she lifted her uncle's cock out from his pants. Charlie's hand remained wrapped around the base of it, gripping it tight, her eyes looking daringly up at him, as if to already say another fuck you in her own drunken way.
Thread: Struggle "dancing" anyone? (NSFW)

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Thread: Question regarding PM limit

Is there a limit to how many PMs can be stored up at once?
Thread: Question regarding PM limit

Not currently.
Thread: Question regarding PM limit

xanaphia said Not currently. Click to expand... Oh okay. Thanks for informing me.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

Tasha had just recently graduated college and was applying for job after job after job. Given the time of year it was and the fact that anyone in her situation was applying as well, she was getting frustrated at the lack of response she was getting. Finally she had a response, it was from a bank. She ha the chance to join their investment team. She wasn't quite sure how this would work out for her, but she was nervous. The day before the interview she raided her closet to find an outfit. But no matter what she could not find one that she had liked. She looked herself in the mirror, she knew her black hair and green eyes would be taken seriously, but her outfits. Her breasts were a little smaller at 30B, but at least their eyes would be on hers. But every outfit just didn't match, the outfit she liked, just didn't have the 'umph' she was looking for. She decided she would get a special outfit, just for the interviews... though hopefully she would find something that would work doubly as a work outfit as well. She was on the way to the mall, and stopped at a red light when she looked over and saw a retailer. They were known for being expensive, but had high reviews... She decided to stop in...
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

RE Clothes Maketh... Deliliah and Rakki The store wasn't the normal fashion store, but it had a reputation, their business suits had an effect on people. Those who watched for certain patterns where beginning to notice something in the up-and coming business world, powerful people, and their hand tailored suits. Unique in their slightly strange styling, just odd enough to be just recognisable. It had moved into the city just recently, and whispers where starting to enter the workplaces. The sign hung over the front door Suits for Life Life changing outfits! Inside it had the old styled tailors shop styling, unfinished clothing hung on racks, ready for someone to pick them up. Behind the counter a young man stood, he was tall and toned, slightly scruffy in appearance trimmed but unruly hair, a pair of glasses hung on his nose as he hand stitched a jacket. The needle in his hands had a pearlecent glow and pulled a silver thread that seemed to disappear, unseen into the garment as he stitched, the magic unseen to the naked eye, a secret between himself and whoever wore the garment. Dace was happy with his work, the standard deal for his work was a contract, signing him entitlement to 1 of a customers income, each year they wore his work. His wealth had steadily grown as his costumers experienced the success that their new wardrobe seemed to impart.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

She entered the store. And it was certainly an odd style of shop. there were of course outfits on display, some very professional, others for different things. Al a bit odd, but not exactly not-normal.. not that she was sure if that would make sense. She wasn't even sure why she came in here.. well she did. A number of celebrities had been known to come here. it was a small but very influential fashion chain. some of the process she saw on some of the basic outfits were extraordinary. She was almost scared to touch them and ring up a bill that was more than she could pay for... She let out a frustrated sigh as she was feeling this was a futile gesture. coming in here, she would never be able to afford anything. She saw a man, presumably the manager, and she smiled, but made sure to keep her hands to herself so she wouldn't alarm him.. She didn't want him to think she would harm or steal any of his clothes...
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

Dace looked up from his counter as the young lady browsing, hesitantly through the store. She looked like the sort of person he'd gone into the business to help. Looking for something for the job hunt? He asked, a genuinely friendly smile, glancing back to the work in his hands, finishing up the invisible symbol. Or is it something more... alluring to capture the love of your life? He asked, putting the blazer up on a rack, and walking around the end of the counter, he offered a hand to her, I'm Dace, the Tailor, and you look like you could use... something... he spoke the word Tailor like it was a tittle.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

he approaches her kindly and professionally. she smiles back but feels as though she is wasting his time. well I have a job interview tomorrow, I've been really nervos about making a good first impression... and I thought I would come in, but I thin I am wasting your time, i could never afford these clothes... Her head dips a little, But they really are lovely.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

Dace stepped to the side, pulling out a rack of lady's suits. A job interview? he started flicking the matched sets aside as he sorted through them, then paused. We have a scaling pricing plan here, not only will you be able to afford it, but i'll guarantee you wont regret it. He picked a dark grey suit off the rack, the dark woollen twill had a pattern in it of overlapping shapes that almost looked like letters, but where so well hidden within the dark fabric that it was almost impossible to see unless you where up close. It was a blazer and matching knee length skirt, the lining was a lush pink silk, but would be unseen once the suit was on. Dace held it out for a judgement. This is about your size, If you'd like it, I can make the adjustments. he offered, warmly.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

She watched him show an interest she hadn't expected. was this part of the sales charm? He withdrew a rack with suits for women. He seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. he satrted talking about a 'scaling' price plan. She started to reach out for the one he picked.. it was lovely and practically called out to her. but she held her hand back a bit, What do you mean by a 'scaling price plan?'
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

He held it out for her, gesturing with the garments. Well it costs nothing to try it on, or to touch. he said, noting how she avoided making contact with the suit. But our pricing is one percent of your income, each year you wear the suit. He pushed the hanger into her hand. If you make fifty thousand a year, the price is five hundred. If you make nothing, then it is free. Nothing up front, easy payment plans! He added, in a voice that mocked TV junk salesmen the world over.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

He encouraged her to try it on as he held it forward and she took the hanger. She thought about it, one percent, that's less than half a paycheck per year. The job she was applying to would start er off at 75,000 if she got it... so 750... And you trust people to be honest? i mean would repeat business be that strong? or does those who don't need special accommodations make up for the rest? She shrugged her shoulders. Okay, where is the dressing room?
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

Dace held onto the hanger for a moment. To be clear, my work has an effect. One of those effects is that I will get my money. If you walk out with this, right now, and put it on outside of the store, you'll walk in here within a year with my money. His voice was sure, he KNEW it, like the sun coming up in the morning, or that water is wet. Dressing rooms are in the back, behind the black curtain. He pointed towards the rooms. They where large enough that four changing rooms in most stores would have fit within, and had room to spare, two walls where full mirror, the third had a large, ornate wooden chair and several hooks for clothing while the occupant changed. You'll notice, more confidence, and even a slight increase in your senses, and much better memory retention. My business attire's standard features. he added, turning back towards his counter and the work that was waiting behind it. If you decide you want it, let me know, I'll make some additions and adjustments. I think it could really bring out a better you.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

he was confident, and that was without a doubt. But she walked to the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut taking off all but her bra and panties... She pulled on the stockings, then the blouse, pulling u the skirt and buttoning it, and finally putting on the jacket she looked at her self pleased. She turned and looked herself in the mirror. He was right she did feel more confident. But she smiled at the thought, she wasn't sure if it was becasue he had said it, or if it was in her mind a plaecbo effect. she stepped out in front of dace, Well what do you think? She did a turn around for him to look at her.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

I think you make an unfinished suit look amazing. he said, a trained eye evaluating her, the suit seemed to fit fine, but there where just things he would change. After orbiting her to view from every angle, he met her gaze. What sort of job are you going for? Dace's voice was all business, And how do you feel you're lacking. I can make changes to help you be more compatible. His facades broke into a grin, Besides, its a little tame on you, we could really make you quite feminine. Give you the qualities to stand out in the crowd.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

As he said unfinished suit she smiled and realized where she was. She had been used to just buying clothes from a department store and enjoying them. but this was a nicer place. Here they tailored everything so it fit, perfectly. Like when celebrities make clothes look so good, they all have there stuff tailored. This would be her first tailored outfit. He asked about what she was doing ad how she felt she was lacking even saying the suit was a little tame on her... Well, I'm applying for a lower-management position in an investment bank. I've heard really good things, the salary isn't great to start... Saying hoping that he would not change his mind about selling to her, but not wanting to be dishonest. ... but has room to advance. She smiled a bit. I'm a little nervous, that i won't seem confident or ambitious enough, I'm not sure if clothes can really change that... She shrugged, I'm not sure that 'tame' is the right word, I' mean what's the opposite of tame? ferocious? She giggled nervously, But yeah, Ferocious, confident, ambitious, and feminine are definitely qualities I would like others to perceive of me.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

Dace smiled. Management is a nice place to start. Suddenly he had a needle and thread in his hand, like a magic trick, but the whole store seemed to blink. My clothes cant change how people perceive you. But they can change how you are, as long as you're wearing them. He advised, stepping behind her. He pinched the jacket, pulling it tight under Tasha's bust, and put a stitch in, The whole suit seemed to squeeze her, moulding her body and not just giving the impression of a pinched hourglass waist, but painlessly creating it. His fingers worked up her back, each stitch would make her tingle as he sewed his magical code invisibly into the fabric of the suit. He added runes for confidence, not overconfident, but enough to make her sure-footed in her day to day life. A set of runes he'd used quite a bit to give her a slightly fuller bust, and make her ever so slightly taller. A set of runes stitched into the waistband of the skirt to shorten, tighten, and add just a hint of roundness, along with refining the shape and tone of her legs just slightly. He hesitated, ambitious and ferocious where dangerous ones. The wrong use of power in those directions could have dire effects. He put a small rune for hungry, overlaid with an upside down rune for food. He considered adding a rune for sex upside down too, but decided that an increased sex drive wouldnt be the worst thing in the world. Snapping the thread, all his runes faded into the fabric, and their effects would come life at once, he stepped back. How does that feel? he asked, stepping back to admire how it fit now. The sleeves sat better, showing the exact amount of cuff from the shirt, the skirt highlighted the curves of her ass, and she looked to be standing with better posture, someone who was confidant within themselves.
Thread: Suit Your Life! (Deliliah and Rakki)

She almost giggled at the way he made his needle appear. He was clearly a great showman. he explained how the clothes changed a person and not perceptions. Okay, I'm not really sure how that works, i mean clothes themselves influence how a person perceives you. You ow, a girl wearing a skirt that doesn't cover her ass cheeks and she is perceived as a slut, a woman shows up on a first date with long slacks nad a turtleneck, don't even try getting to second base with her... he laughs, there's a reason they call men's tank tops 'wife-beaters.' But he spent his time focused she wondered if he had even heard her. it was almost weird the way he didn't even have to take take her outfit back, he just made adjustments.. and quickly. suddenly her waist pulled in, for a moment her breasts seem to swell, but that was her imagination. She watched as the woman in the mirror became so much more than she had seen in herself, her shape was accented amazingly. And all at once he seemed to be done and asked her what she thought. she stepped closer tot he mirror and nodded her head, yeah.. i look damn good. she said suppressing a laugh, yeah.. the right heels, a little makeup.. She pursed her lips for a moment, help up her hair with one hand and posed... I can't believe how well this one outfit made a change.. I'm totally nailing this interview tomorrow. She said with a smile, I might need to buy a few more outfits though, I can't wear this same one every day...