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Thread: The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

She followed him, not saying anything. She was parched and her throat dry but she didn't drink from her bottle yet. No, she savored and relished his hand holding hers. Only when the gust of fresh cool air hit her face, she dropped her hand from his and leaned against the railing, looking out the view. It was beautiful. The stars were out, illuminating the night sky with their light and then there was the moon. Big, proud and smiling. Finally, she uncapped the bottle of water and she sipped it, more like drank half of it. With how much champagne she drank that night, the water was ice cold and a welcome liquid to go down her throat. She capped it and dabbed at her mouth with the back of her hand, careful to not smudge her lipstick before her head turned to the side in his direction. She smiled lightly, about to open her mouth to speak when he complimented her. She blushed lightly and tucked a loose tendril behind her ear. I think you're just saying that. You're surrounded by gorgeous and beautiful women and you say I am the prettiest? She shook her head. I think you're just bored. She whispered. Harper pondered his original question, deciding not to come right out and say it. Why else would someone like myself come here? Now she turned to face him completely, face, body and all. She held the bottle of water to herself and smiled a secret smile. One would have to be bored out of their mind to come here. She wasn't. She was just desperate. But that wasn't exactly attractive one bit. It's a secret. If it gets out, I could be ruined. It wasn't technically a lie.
Thread: The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

Don't be ridiculous, of course you're the hottest woman here he said, smirking. As she sipped the water, his eyes traveled to her full lips, imagining how they'd feel against his. Moving a little closer her moved a lock of hair from her face Well...I guess you are here to have fun. he said in response to her answer to what she was doing here So...what do you do for living when? he asked
Thread: The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

She smiled softly though under her mask, her cheeks were so red. She bit her lower lip, her teeth puncturing the fullness of her lip before pulling it back and she noticed him move closer. Harper didn't step away. She stayed where she was standing. I guess I am. It's a safer reason than the truth. She teased, as if insinuating the truth was far more dangerous than it really was. It wasn't. But if anyone knew she was here, she'd be in trouble. I don't do this for a living. She didn't want to say a lot about herself. She couldn't. I can't say much. She admitted. It could be...detriment to my career.
Thread: Happy Endings (Vash x xHitori)

I dont know how she agreed to this, Conner thought as he and his wife rode the elevator up to the 30th floor. Conner had planned for them to take the same elevator, the deviant. Youre a smart woman, honey, he said to his soon to be ex-wife. You know this is the cheapest, fastest, and least painful way to do a divorce. Any amount of suffering you could inflict on me with a full legal battle would cost you just as much. He was expecting a snide remark he quickly said, Hey, its not like this is binding unless you sign the agreement. If you dont like this guy, we can do the whole thing over again next week with somebody else. Conner blew out air and let the elevator fall silent. He just wanted this whole thing over and to never see this look and intelligence for his wife again. He knew as long as she got the house and a fair amount of alimony, she would sign away whatever else she had to in order to get rid of him, too bad she would never have an intelligent thought after this. They got out of the elevator and went down to an unassuming office. On the door was a plaque which read Happy Endings Divorce Mediation Services A Division of BTI Wallace Warren, Mediator They went in and found a Chinese woman with huge breasts showing an unseemly amount of cleavage. She appeared to be staring out the window, except that there wasnt onejust a blank wall. She was smiling contentedly as if she hadnt a thought in her head. Excuse me? Conner said. Eep! said the woman and gave a little jump in her seat, sending tremors through her undoubtedly silicone chest. When she recognized them as probable clients, her face broke into a huge welcoming grin. Hi! Can I help you? she asked. We have an appointment with Mr. Warren, Conner said quickly before his wife could say something snide. If there was one thing she couldnt stand it was women who acted like stupid sex toys for mens enjoyment. Given the quality of men that no doubt came to this office, he figured she didnt doubt that the receptionists cleavage was the final nail in the coffin of many of the marriages. Conner wasnt making any attempt to hide his interest in her tits and the bimbo certainly didnt mind. Oh, thats great heeheehee! said the receptionist. Ill tell him youre here! She pushed a button on her desk. Mr. Warren? Theres some people here to see you. Thats great, Peegu said the intercom. Ill be right out. Two seconds later, a door behind the Asian womans desk opened and a round-faced man with round wire-rimmed glasses emerged. Conner? he asked. Thats right, said Conner. Great! Come right in! Conner followed the man into his office. It was time to begin.
Thread: The "Homeland Security" and "FBI" Viruses

With nowhere near the fanfare which accompanied other Internet maladies in recent years, e.g. the late and unlamented I Love You virus, two new designer viruses, the Homeland Security and the FBI viruses, have surfaced from whatever level of Hell their creators call home to bedevil us. They were designed and crafted to prod our individual bugaboos - Homeland Security think TSA and the FBI, those wonderful guys who rummage through your garbage in the wee hours of the morning on trash day. Each virus pops up an ineradicable screen with the logo of the Department of Homeland Security, with I-shit-you-not Donna Napolitano's picture, or the seal of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, purporting to inform you that you have been guilty of internet child pornography, or spamming, or being a hacker - the dirge goes on. But wait!, as they say on television, there's a way out! You can buy an Internet Money Order from one of several named drugstore chains, for I think four hundred dollars, and type the code in to the tidy little box they've provided within 48 hours a counter ticks down the hours, minutes and seconds in red digital numbers, thereby avoiding prosecution. If you fail to comply in the time specified, the G-men will come a-knocking soon after. It goes on to specify the amount of jail time you could receive, as well as penalties for repeat violations. Now, do you knuckle under and fork over the cash? NO!! Somebody in the Third World will be four hundred richer and your computer will NOT magically fix itself. Ever. So what to do? I thought y'all would never ask! Unless you are a graduate ELECTRICAL engineer with a minor in Computer Science, or at the very least a current and practicing A-plus certified computer repairman, in which cases you already know what to do, you should immediately unplug your computer and take it to a guy with a good local reputation who has one or both of these qualifications, and a couple of days and about a hundred dollars later, you are cured. He will tell you what to do to make it more difficult for these cyber-wretches to diddle you again. Listen to him. Take notes. Make no mistake this IS the voice of experience talking. Dey got me, I gua-ran-tee! And like a dumb fool I tried to fix it myself. And like the text on the screen warned bad things happened. Words to the wise.
Thread: Role Playing, Anyone?

Hmm..I seem interested, but how long do you post? Like hmm, couple of paragraphs or..?
Thread: Role Playing, Anyone?

MeToPeetty said Hmm..I seem interested, but how long do you post? Like hmm, couple of paragraphs or..? Click to expand... 2-3 Paragraphs if there's enough stuff to reply to. At least 1-2 Paragraphs.
Thread: Role Playing, Anyone?

Bloodaxe said MeToPeetty said Hmm..I seem interested, but how long do you post? Like hmm, couple of paragraphs or..? Click to expand... 2-3 Paragraphs if there's enough stuff to reply to. At least 1-2 Paragraphs. Click to expand... Okay, good enough for me. C
Thread: DC vs. Marvel character profiles.

Name Kira Queen Hair Blonde Age 26 Height 5'5 Weight 120 lbs Eyes Hazel Green Side Good Universe DC Bio Kira Queen is the daughter of Oliver Queen and she has no idea who her mother is and her mother divorced her father when Kira was only 6 years old. Her mother didn't want to take Kira with her and Kira wonders why her mother did this to her for and Kira is a little bit shy, friendly, very caring, kind hearted,gentle, and loves to help others out as much as she can. Kira more looks like her father except she has her mother's beauty and her eyes. Kira has not found any love interests at all. Kira lives in her own apartment and she keeps in contact with her father and not with her mother. Skills and Abitiles Kira is very good with the bow and arrows and she can shoot her enemy right on target and she can read and see into other peoples future and tell them what their future is about and she is always tell the truth and she never ever lies at all. She is also very honest as well.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

Ranise could hear the faint chime of her alarm, she clutched the comforter around her and whimpered not wanting to get up, as the chime continued she slowly sat up and blew her bangs from her eyes. Her grayish-blue eyes looked around for her phone before she scrambled out of her bed, she rubbed her right eye as she turned off the alarm and went to put the phone down. She paused and looked again at the time and yelped Shit! I can't be late again!! She groaned as she rushed to her closet and threw on a pair of shorts and the usual black tee shirt with the shops logo across her chest. She rushed into the bathroom to quickly brush her teeth and straighten her hair, bending over and throwing it into a high pony tail before scrambling to get her shoes on God I can't believe this happened again! She groaned as she slid her phone into her back pocket, grabbed her car keys and rushed to work. The redhead parked her blue Sedan in it's usual spot and took a small breath just hoping her boss wasn't here today, on the way she had put on some eye shadow and mascara in the car. She slipped out and locked it as she walked inside and glanced around and heading for the counter before she noticed him staring at her with the worst pissed off look she had ever seen. A chill ran down her back as her footsteps froze I won't loose this job! she told herself as she slowly made her way over to him and cast her gaze down I am so sorry! I know I promised it wouldn't happen again but I really didn't mean to! She said quickly before he could get a word out himself. She held her arm nervously as her left hand clenched and unclenched as she forced herself to look up into his eyes and held her ground trying hard not to flinch.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

The boss was a middle age guy about 40 years old and his name was Mr. John. Mr. John had been opening this shop for a long time now in this small town. There was two other coworkers besides Ranise and she was the latest addition to the workforce. The other two coworkers have been working long enough to know that horrible consequences awaited those that came late. This is the fifth time Ranise was late for work but for the last four times, she had successfully escaped from his punishment. He had always told her that the punishment for latecomers was either to work a full day without bra or to work with an extremely tight bra that was one cup smaller which would have been extremely uncomfortable. Ranise would have left this job because he sounded so perverted but because of her low qualifications,noone would take her in other than Mr. John. As he saw Ranise coming in, he started saying no more next time she says. This is the final straw, you are to be punished and you know what punishment I meant. Choose your punishment, either surrender it or wear a smaller size. And I have all the sizes here for you to choose from.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

She clenched her jaw and shifted from foot to foot as she thought, I couldn't be that bad to wear a size smaller could it? At least she would have something on, she just couldn't believe he was serious, maybe she could get out of it again! She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes a bit But Mr. John you don't understand, this morning I had to go to the hospital, I had no choice my fathers very ill and in the ER. She said quietly even giving him a sad look praying he would buy it. T-They said....he might......not make it. She said closing her eyes really trying to sell it. She just hoped he didn't know anything about her family because if he did he would know her father lives in Montana and is alive and very healthy. Ranise had heard rumors from her coworkers about the punishments he gives but she just laughed it off thinking they where just messing around, trying to scare her. She was the new girl after all, if she had just finished high school she could have gotten a better job, one that could give her a little left over from paying rent. Though the amount she was payed here was good she rarely had enough left over to go get food, every now and then she would put some aside to get groceries but that wasn't often, because whenever she saw something on sale, whether it was a jacket or shoes she had to get it. She knew she could always sell some of her clothes but she wouldn't dare.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

I don't care if he is dead or alive, it doesn't concern me. And this is your fifth time and remember what I said last time, since this is the fifth time, you have accumulated five punishments. This is only the first one. And FYI let me remind you again, you have five seconds to choose which punishment you want. No bargaining, or you can pack your stuff and go home now 5.....4.....3.....2... Said Mr. John as he squat down and took a musty old looking bra from the counter's drawers. He has got to be kidding when he took out that old bra because it wasn't big at all, it looks like it was meant for A cups. what cup size are you dear Ranise, I think this will fit well if you choose to wear it . Right after that, he bent down and took another piece of clothing which was a white coloured tshirt which looks like it was meant for kids. There was obviously not enough cloth to even cover her belly and it was pretty obvious it was gonna be see through if she wear it without a bra underneath. 2.....1 and a half Ranise
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

She frowned and leaned over the counter to watch what he was doing and took a small step back when he pulled the old bra out, her nose wrinkling in disgust, he...he was joking right? She looked away from the bra to him and with the look he was giving her it was obvious he wasn't. I wear a C cup... She said slowly and looked at the tee shirt. Just looking at the two she instinctively placed her hand over her chest in disgust before holding her hand out slowly The bra. She mumbled quietly, she was deep in thought as he handed her the old bra, I have four more punishments? she thought with a frown before she turned to head into the back room to change. The easiest thing for her to do would have been to get her things and leave but she couldn't do that, then she would have no money for rent and she knew her father wouldn't let her move in at Montana.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

Mr John quickly stepped in front of Ranise and prevented her from entering the back room. No no no no no, you are changing right here, right in front of me and there is no debate about that. Don't ask why, just do it or else you will be eating grass for dinner . Come on, hurry up, you don't have all day you know. You still have plenty of work to do. And this white shirt, you are going to wear it today, yupp. That means you are to do these things in the exact order 1. Take off your black tee. 2. Take off your bra. 3. Wear the new bra. 4. Wear your new white shirt. No buts missie. Do it now And while Ranise was busy changing, Mr. John the oppurtunistic man would have grab her pants and used a pair of scissors to cut off the button. with the button gone, only the zip is keeping the pants on and preventing it from falling. Any movement from her would easily make the zip open wider and wider. and that is your second punishment miss Ranise
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

She looked away from him as she pulled off her tee and bra and quickly put on the old one and tried moving it to make it even a bit more comfortable but it didn't help, she struggled a bit to get the white tee on and looked down at herself with a frown, she was angry and upset, angry at him and upset that she was going along with it. The Tee cut off just a little bit before the bottom of her ribs, she tried tugging it down a bit but it didn't help. The old bra made it a bit difficult to breath and she continued to move the straps, digging into her shoulders already leaving marks she knew it would hurt in the morning. She had clipped it on the biggest one but no matter what she did she couldn't make it comfortable in the least bit, the bra covered her nipples but was so tight it pulled her boobs together a bit. When Mr. John started cutting the bottom of her pants she would have jumped and moved away but not only did he already have a hold on her shorts but the sharp blades of the scissors where close and she didn't want to be cut so she simply stood there and watched him, when he was done her clothing made her look like a cheap whore who was trying to hard to get business. She knew right away today was going to be a hard day of work hoping she would be working the register so she didn't have to move around a lot, just with her breathing out the zipper moved down a bit which she quickly pulled up and threw him an angry glare.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

There there, wasn't so bad now was it. Three more to go Ranise. There, hold this brochures and distribute them to customers outside. It's Sunday, the whole town will be outside. Make sure you get more customers for us and I'm pretty sure the whole town will know you by the end of today. Said Mr John with a sarcastic smile. Mr. John wasnt stupid at all, although he seems to gave Ranise a choice of wearing a bra, it was just a trap. Right before he passed it to her, he had put on some itching powder onto it, it won't be long before it becomes unbearable and she will have to take it off. Mr. John then whispered behind her ears with a completely perverted voice such a beautiful and fair back you had there, if only I can see the front. Now go on and distribute those flyers he whispered as he grabbed her ass slowly, as if trying to hide his perverted act from the other two coworkers.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

When she was told to go outside she was pissed, about to refuse she bit her tongue, she needed this job! She roughly snatched the brochures from his hands I swear to god if someone touches me out there i'll sue you she thought angrily as she turned to go outside he had stopped her shivering at the tone of his voice. In your dreams. She grumbled under her breath and jumped when he grabbed her ass, she quickly went outside and with each step her zipper came down a bit which she pulled back up, luckily since it was still pretty early there weren't that many people out on the streets though the few that were stared at her. As the hours slowly dragged on and the streets became busier she started passing the brochures out, her cheeks flushed a dark red from peoples eyes on her but people's gazes weren't the only thing making her feel uncomfortable, her breasts where starting to become itchy, she didn't know if it was from the fact the bra was old or if she was just imagining it, she fidgeted uncomfortable but every time she went to hand someone beside her a brochure she would casually brush her arm across her chest trying to get the feeling to go away. She had decided to put her back on the wall so she wouldn't have to move so much and risk her panties being exposed though every now and then she would step away and move back to pull her zipper back up.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

Mr. John walked outside holding a bouquet of flower and then he passed it to her. Hold on to this with one hand and use your other one to distribute those flyers. I would like our customers to have an idea of how beautiful our flower bouquets can be. He then went close to her and whispered to her now lets see how you are going to pull up your zippers. And the bouquet of flower is not to touch the floor or it will lose it's freshness and get dirty. That means no putting it down. The afternoon sun was coming up and it was starting to get hot with it's warm rays hitting directly on her. Her sweat combined with the itchy powder would have made her torment excruciating. Mr. John took a chair and sat about ten feet away from her under the shade, laughing by himself at her agony.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

She handed the flyer to the young man who was staring at her chest not so discreetly and turned to Mr. John and took the bouquet What ever you say boss . She said flatly, if she had no free hands to pull up her zipper she just wouldn't move. She then resumed handing out flyers and even talking about the bouquet she was holding to some people. As the day dragged on and the sun got hotter she sighed rubbing her forehead with her arm holding the brochures, if she wasn't in such a bad position she would have enjoyed the heat but even the building was starting to get warm making her uncomfortable too, though the small shirt did help her stay cool for a bit it didn't last. She closed her eyes tightly as she fidgeted, rubbing her chest with her arm again, she was groaning a bit from the unbearable itch. As the sweat started to roll down her chest the white tee was starting to stick to her making it even more visible to what was underneath. Ranise looked at him out of the corner of her eye with pure anguish. She had to start moving around to try and cool off a bit which caused her zipper to lower making her face flush even more.
Thread: Being a florist isn't easy (Glacier12 x Potatolord)

He walked passed Ranise, not moving eh? Well don't worry, I will make you move . That will teach you a lesson to never be late for my shop again . He walked to a distance of about ten feet away from Ranise and randomly approached a grandma, and when Ranise saw her, it would be her worse nightmare. That grandma was her neighbour and was friends with her father, and she was known to be a loudspeaker. After a few minutes of talking, mr. John waved for Ranise and said Ranise, why don't you come over here and show this lovely lady our flowers and promotions. Come'on.... Chup chup....hurry up over here. We don't wanna keep our customer waiting now do we. When the grandma heard Ranise's name and saw what she was wearing, her face was clearly showing utter disgust. And with her dropping zippers, she would never make it to her boss without dropping her pants.