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A private yet isn't a bad idea, I like it.
QUOTE “oh really Adera? 😛
Oh yes, it gives me some really fun opportunities to tease and play. 😛
It could of course be fun to harass a secretary some as well : :), but there hasn’t been a situation like that yet.Secretaries (and College Girls) as far as I remember, wear WHITE BUTTON-THRO BLOUSES and there are none in the current wardrobe!
Yes, a blouse like that would be great, something that is more for college girls would be nice. But I have to say, the office outfit they made for us is very nice. 😛A fun room would be a changing room with an adjacent shower are and rest room with a bed. Then all of the poses requiring a bed could be in the rest room while the other pose could be in any of the locations… a “Change Location” button would be great then. Like that the room would full fill the needed requirements for a room.
I have mostly played the secretary and trainee in that RP actually, that has been the most natural role when playing out that one this far.
Yes, some basic things are needed in a room for them to work, but still an office would be appreciated… one of my favourite RP:s.
Congrats Azrielle and Heather!
*Hugs*
Oh yes, people like different things in a bj after all so it's good to have an imagination to try things out.
Awww those shoes are way too cute!
I hear the knock on the door and I walk to open it finding two glasses and a bottle of wine. Picking it all up I carry it to a table where I pour a glass for me and tastes it… hmm quite good I must say.
I slowly walk around the room with the glass in my hand, listening to the soft music and looking more closely at the paintings on the walls.
I agree with you mooncalf, this is indeed confusing.
I thought this thread would be closed and a new one would be opened so it's all fresh again, not sure that's the case however after reading Tight's post.
I am honestly at a bit of a loss finding tangoracer outside the door and naked at that. I don't let that show however, instead I place a hand on my hip and look him up and down critically and objectively… knowing full well that it can be very unsettling.
“I'm quite happy with the room as it is…” stalling for a little, thinking about the idea of assigning a menial task to him, but that seems a bit pointless at the moment. “Though a bottle of fine red wine and glasses would be welcomed” hope I'm not bullying him now.
I enter into the tunnel behind the cue rack and as I walk along it I'm surprised by how long it really is. I've begun to get a bit concerned when finally I reach another door, opens it and steps into what I guess must be The Ice House.
The room I enter into is empty, has a metal desk at the other end and a glass window, the room looks like it has been cleaned recently but not all of the stains seem to have gone that easily. Turning around I notice that the door I just entered through is a book case in this end, this really is a secret passage… how fun!
I step out of this office into the huge warehouse and find it dead silent “Hellooooo…. anyone here?” I get no answer at all “I guess the house sub isn't on duty… I'll just have to take a peek myself then” I say to myself. I wonder how I will find the room Christy reserved for me now, I'm very curious as to how it turned out.
When I walk around the echos of my heels returning to me and I notice that the doors on the storage rooms has signs and names on them… guess those are peoples rooms then.
I find a door with the my name on it, I glance around me not seeing anyone, oh well, I'm going in then.
I'm amazed as I enter the room, it's so much better than what I expected it to be. I slowly walk around inside it, smiling to myself at all the possibilities and how the feel I was after has been expressed in a very good way. I throw myself onto the luxurious bed, stretches and smiles… looks like this room offers a lot of fun.
I shout “Get a room!” to Brandy and Bear as he grinds against her butt, oh this turned into a really entertaining show.
After the show however, I can't contain my curiosity anymore, I just have to go take a look at The Ice House.
I stand up my table in a sinuous move and head over to the secret passage in the pool room, if anyone where following me they'd probably be confused as I disappear.
Before Bear steps onto the stage I decide to go take a closer look on the mechanical bull… Brandy did tell me that I should definitely try it as it's lots of fun.
I was a bit hesitant since I'm not really dressed for it, but well… she fell out of her top so whatever happens to me can't be much worse.
Climbing onto the bull my very short latex dress rides up in the back showing off quite a bit of my butt, well at least it will manage to keep my breasts inside. What I hadn't really thought much about was the impact my butt plug would have when straddling the bull… and now it's hard to ignore as it pushes into me very prominently.
I look around a little wildly as I realize that this ride isn't going to be a very dignified at all… why did I put that inside of me. Then it starts, quite slowly at first, up and forth and then down. I try to stifle it but I can't hold back a yelp mixed moan as my plug presses against my weak spot, I feel my cheeks flushing from embarrassment… and exhibitionistic excitement from all the people watching me.
The machinist increases the phase quite a lot however and it all becomes a very short wild ride with me trying to hold on and trying to keep my dignity, but probably coming off as a total slut.
After being thrown off onto my butt I rise up slowly and a bit unsteadily, trying to pull myself together and brushing some strands of hair from my face… I hope it's not all tussled up. I look around myself seeing some leering at me, looks like some liked it. The machinist then announces the time and I'm surprised as it's not that bad.
I have to hurry back however as I hear Bears strip show starting and I luckily find that the table I sat at is still free so I claim it once more. My heart is still pumping excitedly when his show starts. I smile at the choice of music and I wolf whistle and cheer as he enters the stage.
When Bear comes over to my table leaning over in front of me he provocative rolls his hips and I drink in his well oiled body appreciatively. Meeting his eyes I smile seductively and licks my lips invitingly… mmm I could definitely do with some of that right now I think with a giggle.
Ahaha, well technique can only take you so far tbh, the deciding factor is often enthusiasm.
Christy had given me an unofficial invite a few days earlier telling me I could call a number and the dungeon room she let me have would be decorated to my taste.
So I had called them and told them I wanted it too look like a ornate brothel room with lots of burgundy and gold, dim lighting, a stripper pole, a huge bed, mirrors and of course… lots of tools and accessible hooks and rings for bondage. I also told them that I wanted sexy and slow sax music with breathy songs playing in the background.
It's to be a room that pulls and lures people into shady things, darkness and wickedness by tugging at their primal desires and passions so that the experiences in it will be deeply rooted in their memories. I wanted it to be something like what the mythological Lilin would use to lure men.
Oh yes, I'm not going to holding back at all.
A satisfied smile spread across my lips as the man on the other end told me, with enthusiasm that it would be arranged.
Now though, I've to prepare myself for a visit to The Ice House and I have to rummage around in my closet quite a bit before I've managed to put together an outfit that I'm satisfied with.
I do feel very kinky today, partly because of the outfit I've decided on and what I'm heading into so without much reason I decide to don a butt plug before dressing myself.
Since I'm going with latex I powder myself before pulling on my black latex thong and tucking myself into it so I'm flat. Then I squeeze myself into an really tight red latex dress with suspenders, it can barely cover butt when I standing. I then pull on my black back laced latex stockings, pulls on the laces, ties it and then I attach them to the suspenders of my dress.
Heading into the bathroom I start to apply my make up in front of the mirror. I go for a really sultry and dramatic bedroom look with shining red lips that melts people with every blink, though I also add a little bit of danger to my eyes as well. Then I take out the perfume I especially ordered for this occasion, taking a sniff of it I feel my mind reeling and I can't help but feel my body tingling with desire… gosh, this stuff must have lots of pheromones in it or something… so I of course put a liberal amount of it on me.
When I'm done I look at myself satisfied and fuzzes some over my blond locks.
I slip on my 5 inch red stilettos and my gloves which doesn't cover my fingers so my red taloned fingers are free before I take a long criticizing look at myself in a mirror “Baaad bad girl” I say to myself with a giggle.
Grabbing my red latex handbag I then walk to a window to see if my cab is here yet… and it is, I hope I didn't make him wait for too long. I hurry some down the stairs and giving the driver quite the view of my thong as I climb into the car. The cab driver is so surprised by me that as I entered his car he even turns around and stares at me openly.
The quick walk down to the cab and now his open stare does frustrate me even more than before and I can feel my nipples hard against my dress and my dick straining against my thong. The butt plug doesn't really help keeping me cool either.
“The AChat Bar & Grill please” I say.
“… oh… right… yes mam” and he reluctantly turns away and starts driving but looks more at me in the rear view mirror than at the road.
I don't know what makes me do it, probably a combination of things but I decide that, heck, I am going to relieve my lust in front of him and I start to massage a breast and let the other hand travel down between my legs as I look back at him in the rear view mirror with eyes burning of lust.
It's a good thing there isn't much traffic since the cab crosses over to the other lane more than one time as the driver stares at me.
I pull my latex thong to the side and with a little struggle I free my dick, and it quickly grows rock hard making the cab driver almost run off the road in surprise. Funny enough… he stares even more intently at me now, not a sign of revulsion.
I wrap a hand around my dick as I gently stroke it, rolls my hips to make the butt plug rub against my prostate, my other hand teasing my nipples, I look at him through my eyelashes and moan exaggeratedly while I pleasure myself. He's breathing heavy from looking at me and the cabs speed has dropped to a crawl as he looks at me so intently.
It doesn't take long before I cum uncontrollably, moaning loudly as it jets out in spurts. When I come to my senses again I look at him with a satisfied smile and licks the cum from my fingers and also scoops up the residue that got on my dress. I have to struggle some to tuck myself back into my tight latex thong but I manage it.
Now I don't really know how but just a moment after we're at the AChat Bar & Grill, the cab driver breathing very heavy. I lean in behind him, glances down at the raging hard on in his pants. He seems almost paralysed from my sudden closeness. I reach down and let my nails slide across the fabric over his cock, opens his pants and then slides my hand down into them, grabbing his cock gently.
“Now” I whisper breathily in his ear “either I pay for the trip…” grabbing the base of his cock hard “denying you or… I can help you out”.
He answers quite desperately “The… ride is on me… mam… oh fuck… make me cum… please!”.
And I do… without much trouble as he's on the brink already, I have to lick some cum from my hand again though… not that I mind that.
I step out of the cab into the fresh air, pulls out a pocket mirror to check so that my make up is okay. Then I walk to the entrance with a teasing wiggle to my hips and I know the cab driver is staring after me.
I step into the bar and it's full of activity as always, I wonder if Christy's official invite is here somewhere, maybe I have to ask Brandy. So I head for the bar, smiling and giving the people I pass by seductive looks.
At the bar I order the drink “Man date” and sips from it suggestively… drawing some glances.
Brandy comes over for a little talk and then Christy's invitation appears.
When it's done I follow Brandy's lead and opens my box, also finding a brass key inside mine and a little note about the hidden passage in the pool room.
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