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Thread: For Your Protection (Sliverknight X N7Biotic)

Sergio walked down the hall to the dinning room. He found a fresh cup of orange juice prepared for himself, and a plate prepared as well. He found the paperwork that he was expecting as well at the table as he sat down. His hands went to the paper as he picked up the first paper written out with a great deal of skill for him. He looked at the workers at the table. He smiled as he wished each of them a good morning. He was not used to being the big wig, but when he was at home he actually was. It was strange as he normally was one of the people working at the castle and who gave the information and the reports to others about what he had to do. His eyes scanned the paper reading about the war, the needs of the people and requests. They were basic things and they were pretty much taken care of, the people who ran his house and the village were very talented, and they were used to running things as he was an absent lord most of the time. He looked at reports reading over what was done and the results, as well as the numbers of the market and farms. He made some notes on his own paper. He saw that things were good, the farms were working well and producing a lot of food, which was being sold at high prices for the war effort. He also saw that the goods coming in were limited and thus the farmers were working together to make enough to cover everyone's needs. He read about the war too, and how it was a stalemate still. He read a report from the front talking about preparations for a attack, but that attack he knew would take a good three months before it went down. Three months as a husband, this was going to be tricky, but he would find a way to protect his princess. He looked up as he saw her come down the stairs. She looked good even in common clothes. He put aside his work as he raised to his feet and then smiled looking at her. Not calling her by her name was really hard for him. Good morning dear, you look lovely, I hope that you enjoy breakfast, he said as he took her hand and kissed it softly, before returning to sit down. The food was brought before them, eggs and ham. It was good and a simple meal. Sergio thanked the workers for the meal and he talked idly about some minor things about the town getting the low down on minor changes such as new businesses, and changes to old families and homes. Breakfast was good as it came to an end, he looked over at Amelia, So, dear, what would you like to do today, work in the fields or look around the town, he asked as he would leave the choice up to her. He was sure that she would have thought about it in the bathroom. He was sure that either way it would be a good day. He knew that she never got to spend time in the capital as her father tended to keep her in the castle as she be easier to protect, but it gave her a disconnect from her people. He knew that this time here could help her with her issues connecting to the commoners of the kingdom. Something her father was really not good at.
Thread: For Your Protection (Sliverknight X N7Biotic)

Sergio heard the request as he walked into the room, he had to find something he loved that he could see. He looked around the room carefully as he wanted to find something that not only did he love, but he would love to see on his princess. It had to be perfect. He wouldn't want to put her in anything that wasn't just great. He walked around carefully looking at the various dresses and hats, and remembered the job for the outfit, to use in the garden itself while working. He smiled as he walked back to the princess and gave her a warm smile, and a dress and hat in his hands. Now Sophie, I think this hat and this dress will work perfectly upon you. I think they will look great when you are out working in the garden too, he commented. The dress was a light blue sun dress that would go down to her knees and would leave her arms exposed past her shoulders. He handed her a simple white straw hat that had a wide brim to it, as well as a ribbon that went around the top. The ribbon was the same color blue as the dress and would go perfectly well with the dress. He handed them to her as his choices for her as he could see her in the outfit in his mind already. He hoped that she would approve of it and that she would in fact wear it when they were working outside in the sun together. A fact that seemed crazy almost to him, he knew she never had done so and to work with and not for the princess was a bit of a dream come true as they could be at the same level for a moment or two. I see, that is a good choice, tell you what, since it has been so long since you have been here, Lord Sergio and since you are such a good help and your wife is so lovely, I will give the dress and the hat to you for free, as a late wedding gift. I didn't get to give you anything and everyone here missed the wedding, so we might wish to have a small ceremony just so we can see it ourselves, it seems amazing you were able to find such a beautiful woman in the castle, he commented to him causing him to nod while blushing slightly at the comments. He knew that she was one of a kind and that even pretending she was his wife was the greatest honor he could ever have. Thank you, I am sure, the dress will be put to good use and you have done a great job with the store, he said shaking the older man's hand. He felt like that the village approved of 'Sophia' as his wife, it was important that this was the case, but from the first encounter she had made a man believe they were a couple and that they were together for real. He smiled as he looked at the man holding her hand and giving her hand a squeeze. Now, um, we should get some lunch, thank you for the gift again.
Thread: Slut Looking to be Used and Abused

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Thread: Slut Looking to be Used and Abused

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Thread: Slut Looking to be Used and Abused

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Thread: Slut Looking to be Used and Abused

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Thread: Slut Looking to be Used and Abused

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Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Name Akira Nakamura Age 21 Occupation Cross dressing Stripper Akira stared at the TV, he had almost dropped the glass he was cleaning and his mouth was dropped. It couldn't be him, could it? He continued to stare at the TV, finally moving over closer to it to stare at the man. It was. Akira sat back and bit his lip before pulling out his cell and calling the number on the screen. He had to see him again, if only one more time. Once he booked the tickets he called his friends from the club and begged them to come with him. He couldn't go alone, this was his ex he was going to go see. They had to help him, he wanted to talk to a famous person. Please talk him out of it. The conversation went on for hours going around and around until they finally agreed to go with him and not let him back out of at least attempting to talk to the man. Akira had already waited five years to see his first love again, but the one week waiting for the concert had seemed like another five years. How he had managed to convince the girls to go with him, he would never know, but he was happy he did. He would have been all too nervous to go back to where everyone was greeting the band before they got into their car to go wherever it was famous people went after. His friends told him it might be easier if he went dressed in his costume for work. After all he was confident in front of the people he danced for, so why not the man he used to love? Which was why Akira was watching the concert in a skirt that was probably on just this side of appropriate and a loose sweater shirt. His hair he had done up in a high ponytail much like he had done when he was in high school. Once the concert was over Akira waited outside the backdoor to the concert hall. By the time they got there though he was closest to the car. He didn't care though, waiting right where they were was fine with him, as long as he got to see him. In all honesty this was probably for the best, the crowd would probably die down and he'd have a chance to at least say hello to the man. The moment he saw his old boyfriend he called out to him. He hoped that the man could hear him, there weren't too many groupies left, but the ones that were still there were rather loud. Plus, who knew if his ex even remembered him, it had been five years and now the other was famous. He had heard that famous people tended to forget the people they knew when they were not. Akira wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but he had to explain. He had to let the other know what had happened. He had grabbed a business card from the club and had written his number down on it. He held the card tightly in his hand he wasn't sure if he could even give just that to the man. Perhaps if he could get the other to call him it might be easier.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Akira didn't know what to expect. However, when suddenly his ex was standing right in front of him it was like they were transported back in time. He couldn't breathe. Shiro was somehow even more attractive then he had been back in high school. Oh, he really shouldn't have done this. He was just here to explain, to get closure, to apologize. He was not here to fall in love all over again. God, why didn't he just send a letter? Those eyes scanning him and trying to figure out who he was, they made him shift, this was a worse idea than he thought. Now he would have to explain all of this. He opened his mouth to say Shiro's name once more when the other called to him. It left him breathless again and the only thing he could think of was to hand him the card. He had to give him a way to contact himself. So he reached out and before he knew it, his hand and the card was caught by Shiro's. He wanted to pull away so badly, he had to, before those feelings came back. He was over Shiro he had told himself that for years. For five years. With every man he had been with he told himself, this was the one that would do it, this was the one that would finally push him away from his feelings for Shiro. It never seemed to work out. Next thing he knew he was being told to go to a spot where the guards and fence had disappeared. He bit his lip and was moving forward before he could stop himself, tell the other no, tell the other to just call him. Soon he was next to his former love. He looked down at himself, this outfit did not make him any braver in front of Shiro. He bit his lip, H-hi... He murmured, a small blush forming on his cheeks. Shiro...I...um... He tried, the words refused to get out, so he showed the man the card, the number, very carefully hiding the rest of the card. As he had been holding it he realized that Shiro had no idea what had happened to him. He wished he had a pen. He could have just written on Shiro's hand, it would have looked like he was just some sex crazed fan. God, he was an idiot. Call me? He managed to get out, refusing to look the other in the eye. Meanwhile, his friends where pressing forward, trying to hear the conversation. They wanted to know why Akira wanted to see this guy again. They knew who this person was and what he meant to their friend, but they didn't know why on Earth Akira would want to draw up feelings he had been trying so hard to get rid of for the time they had known him. They got a little too close and were stopped by the guards and they started to tell the guards off as they watched their friend hand over the card. Does he... one of them started I don't think it quite got through that head of his what that would look like. Oh... They sighed as the guard moved to block Shirk and thus Akira from them and moved back to telling off the guard. This is what distracted Akira. He glanced over to his friends and frowned, I um...Call me! He repeated as he turned to go stop his friends from harassing the man who was only doing his job. He was honestly glad the girls had distracted him, he could feel all eyes on him waiting to see what Shiro and he would do.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Akira turned back when he heard his nickname. How he hated that nickname. It made him want to run, but at the same time he couldn't ignore it. That was Shiro's nickname for him. Shiro was the only one to call him that, he refused to let anyone else call him Aki. He looked confused at the hand flying out but grabbed whatever was shoved into his hand. He looked down at the item and then back to Shiro before once again looking down and being distracted by his friends. He held his hand and the sweatband close to his chest before he turned around once again and left, heading out with his friends. He had work the following night. Why on Earth did he hand that card to his ex? It wasn't like he would really be able to talk to him over the phone during the night, and he slept most of the day...God...that card didn't have the address on it did it? Shiro wouldn't actually come to the club would he? Akira questioned himself over and over. At first he would think one thing but then realize that five years was a long time and so much could have changed. He had no idea what Shiro would do, hell, he might not even call or show up or anything. But then why give me the sweatband? he mumbled to himself as he paced around his apartment, attempting to get ready for work. He huffed and attempted to pull off a small punk rocker look as he checked himself in the mirror. He played with the hem of the pleated plaid skirt and sighed, It really does need fish nets... he murmured and moved to get changed once again into fishnet stockings instead of the knee highs he had on. Once he finished getting ready he headed off to work, checking his phone a billion and one times waiting for the other to call. He moved towards his locker in the back of the club and placed his phone inside, checking it just one more time. Would he even answer if Shiro called? He might be too scared to even pick the phone up if the man called. He grabbed a business card off the break room table and took a look at it, Fuck. he whispered and sighed, everything was on there. The address, the phone number to the place, the website that Shiro could find video's of Akira on, and on the back a blank white space...where Akira had written his personal number. God he was such an idiot. This was not how he wanted Shiro to find out. He shook his head, either way it was too late now he moved out front and practice his routine as the owner of the club watched. The owner made pointers or asked for something else as he went through it one more time a bit slower so comments could be made and changed faster. The club would open soon and the poles would be used and according to the schedule Akira was up for lap dances that night.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Shiro was in a daze. He couldn't believe he had shown up, the atmosphere thick and the crowd rowdy as the girls danced on the stages between the major numbers and events. And then suddenly, the music dimmed and quieted down, and he heard Akira's name mentioned all of a sudden. To his surprise, his ex was suddenly in the stage, spinning around on a pole, stripping to barely nothing. The empty glass in Shiro's hand clattering against the table he'd found. Mesmerised by the performance, he couldn't help himself, staring at the spins and twirls. Akira had been his first. The only one he'd felt truly comfortable being himself around. The flashes of images in his mind made his heart throb with desire again, and his body reacted. He didn't realise he was devouring his ex with his eyes, hungrily licking his lips. That was, until he saw the young man on the stage move around, the bills put into the thin thong. It was too much, a sickening jealousy rushing through his stomach as he scrambled, moving to the restroom fast. Nothing was going to stop his stomach from overturning, emptying it's contents into the toilet. Everything he'd eaten, drank, even a bit of the stomach acid as he felt pale and lightheaded. The images of what had just transpired in his mind playing over and over again. His ex was selling himself and showing off himself in barely anything to strangers. Men willing to pay just to see him undress. Shiro couldn't believe himself as he slowly got back up, finally feeling the train of exhaustion hit him. Their concerts had been close, he hadn't gotten all the sleep he needed to think rationally in this moment as he left the bathroom after washing his hands and mouth. He got a quick whiskey shot to clear the taste of his mouth before paying the one arranging lapdances, booking a time with his ex. The wait was the next obstacle. He was the sixth person in line, and he could feel himself changing over and over. First hot, then cold, then he felt himself sweating and then back to cold. The longer it took, the more anxious he got. Until it was time, and he moved into the room on wobbly legs, the rules laid out on all four walls. He could tip. He could put his hands on the chair. He could not touch the dancer. He could not talk unless the dancer talked to him. All he could do was wait for this second meet with his ex. And he felt horrified. Seconds felt like hours until the curtain moved and he could see Akira coming in.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Akira went about his night, giving the lap dances that were owed. The routine was always the same, go in and greet, remind them of the rules, usually he would tell them they could forego the no talking rule as long as they weren't going to harass him. Though it usually didn't matter because most of his clients stayed silent. He assumed they just didn't want to get caught getting turned on by a guy. It was nothing new to him. So when he got into the room with Shiro he didn't think anything was different. Hey, sweetie, hope your day has been going well, don't worry about the- he stopped mid way through his sentence as he finally looked at the client. He felt his heart skip a beat and he bit his lip. This situation was nothing new, he had been in this room with people he knew before. Though admittedly it wasn't usually wasn't old boyfriends. It was usually just people he recognized from high school, ones that by some circumstance wound up with assholes for friends that thought it would be hilarious for their friend to get a lap dance from a guy, only to figure it out later when Akira was stripping. He gulped and glanced towards the camera in the corner. He had the right to deny any client, but he had to have a good reason. It's my ex, was not a good enough reason, especially when this ex was not abusive or anything that could cause issues. Well other than Akira possibly wanting to screw the man's brains out... Akira took a deep breath and started again, you can ignore the no talking rule. He whispered before he moved over and straddled his old boyfriend. He started with a little bit of grinding, never actually touching Shiro's lap. This was the point of an effective lap dance, being there but never actually touching. It drove men nuts. He ran his hands along his own chest before moving them to Shiro's, his hands touching ever so lightly on a chest he hadn't touched in a while. Even with practiced touch his hands were shaking ever so slightly, not enough to see, but enough to feel. About half way through the lap dance he finally got the balls to talk to the man underneath him. I..I'm sorry. He whispered.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

It felt like they reacted as one, Shiro froze when he saw Akira coming into the room in the punk rocker outfit. It reminded him of High School, of how they'd dated for a bit, and then it'd stopped suddenly. He never found out why, only that something had happened that meant they couldn't see each other. His grip on the chair tightened, his arms flexing. He wanted to pounce on his ex and hug him, hold him tight, though he knew the moment he did, the bouncers would be there to throw him out. He had to wait, giving a nod as he was told to ignore the no talking rule. He didn't know what to say though, his throat felt dried up, the light concealing how pale he looked as he let his ex start performing the lap dance on him. He had to put every ounce of his strength into resisting himself. He wanted so badly to give in and touch Akira as he danced, and touched his chest just barely, yet enough to feel the shivering. He could remember their first time vividly as it happened, and the one uncontrollable thing he had decided it was time to rise. He hadn't felt this aroused in a long time, no one he'd been with could possibly make him feel like this. And then they were halfways through it, what felt like it skipped ahead, cheating Shiro of their time together, time was not on his side. Yet there was an apology, making his mouth part ever so lightly. I... He trailed off, looking down for a moment, trying to find the right words before he looked up, into the eyes of his ex. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, words flying through his head but he couldn't put them together properly, and he just ended up blurting out. Did you hate me back then? Do you still? He couldn't help, it was what nagged him the most. He thought it was his fault, that he'd messed up, even though he couldn't understand how or where he could possibly have made a mistake. It was obvious from the serious look in his eyes how much this meant to him, and he had hoped they would've talked somewhere without a camera observing them, even if it was only for safety reasons.
Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Akira wanted to look away so badly. There was no hate in those eyes, just sadness and curiosity of not knowing what had happened. The tension had gotten so thick he could barely move anymore. He licked his lips lightly and slowly sat down, very quickly wishing he hadn't. He figured the other was hard, but it was kind of the worst timing on his own part. Akira sighed as he moved just a little bit so he wasn't directly on the other's hard on. He looked down to the man's chest and touched it once more, fiddling with the shirt a bit. No, he finally said. I could never hate you. Not then and not now. he sighed again, I- Do you remember Susan Morn? We were the best of friends at school. I-... he bit his lip, not really sure how to phrase this. He knew it was bad and stupid. Look I was stupid and young and I never should have listened to her, but she told me...she convinced me that you were going nowhere. he explained. And if I wanted to go somewhere, I needed to stop hanging out with nobodies. he said, a small smile forming on his face, Was she sure surprised when you went somewhere. he said as his smile faded again, Was I ever surprised when she ditched me and went somewhere too. he slowly slipped out of Shiro's lap and refused to look at him. You're um, you're playing was really good. he murmured and glanced at the light that flashed a few times in the corner. Uh...your time is almost up. he said, You can get a refund if you like, I know this wasn't exactly the best in the world. he said. He bit his lip and glanced to the curtain before looking back to the cameras and then to Shiro. Memories like Shiro was having had come flooding back to him when he sat down on Shiro's lap and was the whole reason he a moved from the other, hoping he didn't take notice to the twice that had happened under his skirt. He remembered a few times they had enjoyed themselves a bit more and the first sweatband Shiro had given him. He gasped Oh! I um, do you want your sweatband back? he asked him. I can go get it and be right back, I probably should bring you both. he offered, his voice getting smaller and smaller as he talked when he realized he was admitting to still having the first one.