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Thread: Another Slave and Master. [Eric and Angelicxdream.]

Audrey stared at his body for a moment, taking a few minutes to marvel at the thick muscles, and slowly, trailed her eyes further down. She nodded, not even blushing as her body was on display, and kneeled in front of him, grasping the thick cock in her hands, beginning to rub at the cockhead softly, and starting to jerk him off with her one hand. She was used to this, being taken advantage of, so she wasn't that surprised when he had demanded this of her. For him to relieve himself, she had guessed it must be painful.
Thread: Another Slave and Master. [Eric and Angelicxdream.]

He came on her face, then stuck his cock into her mouth, and told her Now... Suck it. I'm kinda busy, so this post is short
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

Forgive the first post, it's not exactly up to my standards, I'm still blowing the dust off of my keyboard. There she is! I put my binoculars down for a quick moment, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans before I bring the piece back up to my eyes. My grin is hard to contain, but then again I don't really want to contain it. Everything is going so well according to plan, it's surreal! This was only supposed to happen in movies! My cramped manhattan apartment feels even smaller as I stand up, putting the binoculars down on the windowsill, the second story commands a good view of the park. I run over the plan in my mind again, though I have it burned into the back of my brain it's perfect! I walk to the door, nervous energy suffusing my limbs, I talk in a low, hyper voice. Alright, she comes in through the door, we talk a minute, I show her the pictures and tell her there are copies, and then... Oh I very nearly melt in delight, and there's a rush of blood that makes my jeans tight once more. I rub my hands together, my mind frantically rushing onto the other, backup plans. If she doesn't cooperate, I have the ether ready, she'll go out like a light and she goes into the basement. Nobody will ever find her there, I've got the only key to the janitors closet. It's perfect! She's going to be mine! I can't help a childish giggle, this time. After so long watching her, my pictures are finally paying off. Nervous legs tap on my carpet in a staccato rhythm, and damnit. I have to take a piss. The tiny bathroom in my apartment barely has rooms for the amenities. A shower, a toilet and a sink with no room to stand in between, and god damnit. Taking a piss with a hard-on isn't exactly easy. Grunting as I position myself, I catch a quick view of myself in the mirror, and I smile. Lank brown hair falls in a wave over my forehead, and I brush it back with my unused hand, admiring myself. At nearly thirty years old, I don't think I'm that bad looking of a guy. My brown eyes peek from under silver wire glasses frames, used for reading mostly. A nondescript white and tan shirt adorns my chest, not overweight but in no way firm. I work as a photographer in a portrait company, I have to look the part. And boy, have I done a lot of photography as of late! Smiling, my teeth are a bit yellowed, but straight, and I toss my hair back from my eyes as I manage to zip up. Both palms find their way to the cool porcelain of the sink edge, and I look into my own eyes, trying to convince myself to have the balls to follow through with what I've done. Come on, Jake. You've spent all your life being a Fuckin' coward. You got the balls for this, dontcha. You want this, that bitch is yours. She knows it, why else is she coming to your door right fuckin' now?
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

It's very well-done, so.. if this isn't up to your standards, I can't wait to find out what is. Audrey had received a strange, and threatening phone call from... well, she didn't really know who it was. You know how you know someone by their face rather than their name? That's how she felt. Except, she didn't work with the guy. She never had a conversation with him. And the threatening phone call didn't count. She had seen him a couple of times at the coffee store, the salon, her work, and frowning, she realized that it couldn't just be a coincidence that he was almost everywhere she was. She was positive he didn't go to the same drug store, the same restaurants, the same park that she did. When she had received that phone call, she remembered shivering, hearing the dark voice of the caller on the other line. And not even a half an hour ago, she remembered unable to even string a sentence together. She had barely managed to piece together a shaky yes, before closing her phone and heading to his apartment. She had never been in this area, and had to hail a taxi to get there. She didn't know this guy. Really didn't know him. She just saw him at least three times daily. At least. In the beginning, she had smiled whenever she had seen him. And now, well.. she had barely raised her head to wave to him if she had seen him. Surprisingly, he lived in a decent area. She didn't expect that. The apartment building looked similar to the ones that lined the rest of the street. Pulling the metal door open, she paused, and opened the note that had been caked in sweat, and in her messy writing, in black ink, she had written, that he had lived on the fourth floor. 415. That was the room number. It stared at her for a few minutes, before nervously pushing the up button, and stepping inside the elevator. So far so good. She kept reminding herself to take baby steps. It wouldn't be so overwhelming then. Unfortunately, it was only a few minutes later before she heard the sharp, unmistakenable ding of the elevator, ringing in her ear, and stepping out into a dimly lit, but seemingly clean hallway. Grateful that no one else had been in the elevator with her, she had been a mess, her body shaking and twitching with every moment that had passed. She wouldn't have been able to even utter a Good afternoon. She looked up at the metal plates that had been nailed to the wall. 401-435 led left, and 436-470 led right. She took a deep breath, and steadily walked through the carpeted hallway, watching every number increase as she continued further down the hallway. It wasn't long before she reached her final destination, apartment 415, and took another deep breath, knocking once, twice, and three times on the wooden door. She clutched her leather purse close to her, something she had to fiddle with in her hands. She had shoulder-length chestnut hair, with brown eyes that now grew fearful of what was to come, and a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pink t-shirt that fit easily over the torso of her body, looking up, and waited to hear his footsteps grow closer and closer to the door.
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

Jake moves from the bathroom, his nervousness growing by the second. He paces his cramped living room, overflowing with photography references, one small tv near the far wall, and the kitchenette is in bad need of a cleaning. Cramped, and looking much more like a college kids work space day by day. A hand runs through his hair, pushing it back on top of his head where it belongs, and he can't help but think about his case against Audrey, what he knows. His pictures prove it all, but is it enough? His right hand snatches the manilla envelope from the coffee table, next to a stack of week old newspapers, scissors, and a coffee mug that's been there a day too long. Opening the folder, he pulls out a still, looking at it with quick eyes. Audrey, in the park talking to some guy in a suit, his name comes back to memory faintly. Jason Devlan, jeweler on 44'th street. The next still pulled out shows Audrey and Jason in a car, driving off to who knows what decadent activities, then the picture after that....that's where they get interesting. A close up of Devlans hand shows a gold band on the ring finger of his left hand. There is always more than that, if nothing else fuckin' CSI tells you to always have more than one hold over someone. If Audrey doesn't care that Jason is married, then possibly she'll care about his under the table activities. Putting the folder back onto the table before he gets to the juicy pictures, he walks to the window, looking out of it at the park. His right hand goes into his hip pocket, his left leans against the sill, and thus his head leans against it. His hair once more flows over his eyes, but he doesn't care. Where is she?
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

Audrey was about to knock on the door once more, and then paused. Did she really want to know what was about to happen? She sighed, and then muttered, Might as well get it over with. She rang the doorbell, and slouched back, pressing her back into the beige back wall, a bit of a distance away from the wooden front door, and waited. She clutched her cell phone in defense, ready to hit speed dial 3, 911, in case he tried anything. She didn't know anything about this guy. Who the hell was he, what he did, why was he following her? Although, she thought about it, and he might just admit that he wasn't following her, he might deny it because he was embarassed, and it wasn't like she had pictures to show he was in almost every place she was. She didn't know how he knew where she was. Besides work, what she did out of her own personal interest, it was just spontaneous, she didn't know where she was going, she just did. It wasn't like skydiving, she would hardly call going to get a cup of coffee from her favourite vendor being spontaneous, but she was curious, why was he following her? And, what? Did she have a tracking device on her, that he had planted on her? She began to chuckle, and realized that this curiousity might get her killed. So, this was how she was going to die. Alone. In an apartment of a guy she barely knew. With no witnesses, except for maybe any pets that were laying around. Yes, witnesses that couldn't talk, and were going to side with their owner, that seemed like a good way to go. Besides, she was a woman. A defenceless woman with nothing as a weapon. And, for all she knew, he could have been one of those guys that spent tons of time at the gym when he wasn't stalking innocent women. He could slap her phone away if she tried to call the cops. She groaned, her fingers massaging her temple, tapping her foot impatiently. Was this part of the plan? Extending the torture? Couldn't they get this over with? She was shaking, her heart was pounding faster than normal, and thought about something. What did he want with her? She wasn't rich, she didn't have connections, she was just a normal 25 year old. She worked at a law firm, she was a lawyer, so.. he could have assumed that she was wealthy. But, she wasn't. Not really. She was still working her way up the ladder. She gritted her teeth, her nails making sharp half-moon crescents in her palm, the frustration, anxiety building up. She slung her purse over her shoulder, waiting patiently. She told herself if he didn't come out in five minutes, she would assume that he wasn't home, and that she could just walk away, and make sure that the bodyguards at work did something about her pest problem. And, that she would file a restraining order at the local police station.
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

The doorbell ringing is like an electric shock. Jake jumps, almost hitting his head on the windowsill, and rubs his palms on his jeans again, before taking several deep breaths, talking quietly to himself. Come on, you bastard. Open the door, you've gone too far to turn back. She's out there, waiting, and not a damn thing she can do to stop you. Exhaling deeply, he strides to the door, acting as he knows he should. Confident, arrogant that time in Drama in high school and college is paying off. He doesn't even look to Audrey, he knows exactly what she looks like, what she's wearing, what perfume she uses. As the door swings open, he says only one thing. You're late, Audrey. Come in, make yourself at home. She's greeting with the same chaotic scene that he sees every morning, photographic references spread over the coffee table, two easy chairs and kitchenette counter, clips of his newspaper photos on the walls, his photography gear in haphazard array in the corner, and the large window with the view of the park and his binoculars on the windowsill. He walks to the kitchenette, dumping out a cup of old coffee and rinsing it out, speaking aloud, his false bravado hard to see through. Close the door behind you, please. Would you like a drink, Audrey? I've got coffee, water, Milk. At least I think it's milk, it's been in there a while. You'll want a drink when you open that folder on the table. If there's one thing TV has taught him, allowing the victim to learn their own fate without being told instills more than a feeling of helplessness. It truly begins to beat in the futility of resistance, and show that their oppressor knows much more than they let on. He continues bustling in the kitchen, his eyes finally sneaking over to her form as she comes to stand in his humble abode, his eyes drinking in her form. His body already aches for her, but he controls himself. First impressions are everything. Let her think I've done this before, that I know everything. Goddamn, it's working. A small smile, and a quick thank you prayer to the Gods of TV, and he simply busies himself in the kitchen.
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

You're late, Audrey. Come in, make yourself at home. Make herself at home. Audrey frowned, and scrtunized his apartment. She couldn't make herself at home. She wasn't at home! Far from home. She stared longingly out the window, out at the balcony. And then back at the front door where she came. She could jump off the balcony. It would be better than the torture that awaited her in the apartment. It stank of milk, as if.. it was expired milk. And something else she couldn't distinguish. She wasn't late. He was late. She knocked before, not that he had gotten the door. He was probably busy trying to find other ways to torture her, or to prepare him to find documents that would end up leading to her death. She sat down on a chair, placing her purse on her lap, making sure her fingertips touched her cell phone, grazed over the shiny metal. It was her weapon, probably not a good one. But, it was something. While he went to the kitchen, she took this opportunity to snap quick pictures with her cell phone. Close the door behind you, please. Would you like a drink, Audrey? I've got coffee, water, Milk. At least I think it's milk, it's been in there a while. You'll want a drink when you open that folder on the table. A drink. She snorted. She closed the wooden door gently behind her, but didn't lock it. She was going to bolt the first opportunity she had. She wouldn't drink anything in his apartment if he paid her a million dollars. Besides, she just wanted her punishment to be over. She could barely speak, so she cleared her throat again. N-no. That won't be neccessary. She drew her attention back to the pale yellow folder. She had tons of these folders in her office, but unlike the documents in her office, there were pictures, she could tell by the white border that hung out of the folder. She hadn't realized that he had come out of the kitchen, just staring at her like a predator. Instead, she dropped her cell phone into her purse, and opened the yellow folder herself. He had given her an invitation and she wasn't about to pass it up. Inside were pictures of her and her boyfriend. At first, she was about to demand why the hell did he have pictures of her? And why the hell did he show them to her? It was like a murderer giving the knife to the police. It just didn't make any sense. And, then it cleared up. Jason. She frowned, he had a wedding ring on. But, they weren't married. She wondered if he photoshopped these pictures, and placed the first one down, behind all the others and stared at the second picture. Jason had a mask over his face, a black outfit, stealing.. from a jewellery store? It didn't make sense. The next picture had the same jewel in his hand, selling it to some older man. She didn't care about what he stole, or what he did with the money. What made her heart break was the shiny gold wedding ring that sat on his ring finger. That's what upset her. She placed the photos back into the order originally, and placed the paperclip back. She stared at the folder, forgetting where she was. She was surprised. Her heart hurt. And, she felt lost. Vulnerable.
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

My own voice surprises me with how calm it sounds. I take a drink of water before speaking to her, leaning against the counter amiably. His name is Jason Devlan, twenty seven years old, works at a Tiffany's Jewelry chain on forty fourth street. You've been seeing him for quite some time now, but he's been seeing his wife for the past two years. You've never noticed the pale spot where the ring was, did you? I take another drink of water, letting that nail work its way into her brain. The other pictures, I damn near got shot taking them. Jason has connections to jewelry launderers. Either he, or his, steal them and he re sells them for double the profit, or they're imported illegally from Africa, Egypt, or whatever other country he can get his hands on. Quite a profit, ever wonder how he could afford that wonderful car? I move closer, smelling of cheap cologne and a faint underlying tone of sweat. I have a seat in the other easy chair, and I put my mug on the coffee table. I have enough evidence to put him in jail for a very long time, and give you quite a headache in social circles. I think I might even be able to link you to working with him, given that you've shared his bed, and all of the gifts he's given you are now suspect. I remember a set of earrings for your birthday. Diamonds, weren't they? I chuckle, no humor in the sound. How much do you think they cost, now? I lean forward, elbows on my knees and palms together, looking at you with brown eyes that speak volumes. Does it make you happy to have stolen property? Somethin' someone might have died for? All the nails, save one. There's always an ace in the hole. Time to see how the woman reacts before he places his demands, and his throat tightens with the thought, palms beginning to sweat again. She looks so young, so....shattered. A smile comes to his face, lust for a fleeting moment, then his acting mask comes back into play. Can't let her know ahead of time, can we?
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

I have enough evidence to put him in jail for a very long time, and give you quite a headache in social circles. I think I might even be able to link you to working with him, given that you've shared his bed, and all of the gifts he's given you are now suspect. I remember a set of earrings for your birthday. Diamonds, weren't they? Audrey wanted to shout at him, scream at him to stop it. She wanted to cover her ears, she didn't want to believe any of it. But first, she spat at him, How do you know? She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. You have no right to spy on me, to stalk me. And, I haven't done anything to you! To deserve all of this! And now, she was in a tight spot. How would she get it? This was worse than death. This was social suicide. He knew her too well, and she hadn't even spoken to words to him! Just hello every so often once she saw him on the street, but that was it! Once he spoke of linking her with him, she spat on him, and said, You bastard. You're disgusting. How much do you think they cost, now? Still, she couldn't string together a sentence. A setence that wasn't laced with anger, and frustration. She was broken hearted, didn't he have any sympathy? She sighed. Tiffany's. One of the biggest, and her favourite jewellery store, and whispered a number. She whispered it so low she didn't know if he heard her. Twenty-five hundred. She was guessing. Okay, so she had seen it in the catologue and had stared at it through the store window a couple of times. Still. He was manipulating her. Black mailing her. She glared at him, she couldn't do anything else but glare. Every word she spoke was laced with venom, aimed at him. Does it make you happy to have stolen property? Somethin' someone might have died for? No! She muttered, I didn't know they were stolen. I'll give it all back. She took a deep breath, and moved her chair a bit away from where he was sitting. He was sitting too close for comfort. He already had many, many things on her. What else did he want? And finally, she echoed the question that was plaguing her mind. What the fuck do you want?
Thread: I spy.....((Me, and angelicxdream))

You're right, you know. I have no right to spy on you, but when I'm given such monumental items to work with, by complete luck! I have to continue. I lean back, sighing as I stretch my arms over my head. I look at you with a quizzical eye, Twenty five hundred? You're assuming he bought those earrings. Foolish, given his background. Want to see something interesting? With half a smile, I shuffle some papers about on the coffee table, coming up with a printed document that appears to be an invoice. This is his stores shipping invoice for the month, showing remarkable profit. Also, showing only one shipment from the Tiffany warehouse to restock. Yet here, I have attached pictures of no less than four vehicles dropping off delivery bags, all of the men involved were armed. Including Jason. What could be in those bags that's so important that every man involved is packing more heat than I really care to get involved in? Twenty five hundred, yeah right. I scoff. I stand, thrusting my hands into my pockets, and look down to you. Always take any edge they offer, including the physical one. With my meager five foot nine height, this only works if you're sitting down. I have you pretty much fucked, Audrey. I laugh at the unwitting pun. Jason, and you, go to jail and you get the social stigma after you're released. I'll make sure of that. Would you like to know what happens to young, pretty things like you in jail? I have pictures of that too. I researched it, just for today. My eyes are getting too difficult to control, the lust is showing through more and more often, soon, if she was looking she'd see it. Not only that, but with my hands being in my pockets my jeans are even tighter, highlighting pretty obviously what I was thinking. Now, what can we do about this situation?