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Post by Gifted on Apr 21, 2012 19:30:48 GMT -5
Kaito was making his way quickly home when he came across a teen wandering the streets. He was almost sure he recognized the boy, but it took him a minute to place the client.
"Adam Clark?" he questioned, suddenly recognizing. him. "What brings you down here at this time of day? It wouldn't be for the pleasure of my company, would it?" He usually kept up the friendly pleasantries until he was behind closed doors with them. Safer that way.
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Post by Raven on Apr 21, 2012 19:43:56 GMT -5
Kenny looked up and tilted his head in confusion before he recognized the judge. He'd only seen this man briefly and from the very back of the courtroom, so it took a while to place him. "Uh... No, I'm not Adam," he said quickly.
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Post by Gifted on Apr 21, 2012 19:52:05 GMT -5
"Oh... My apologies, sir." Kaito said politely, though he could swear this boy was identical to kaitos regular client. "Is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Raven on Apr 21, 2012 19:56:05 GMT -5
"No... I'm just heading back to school." Kenny looked around as though wondering why he wasn't yet in said building. "I'm Adam's brother... We get mistaken a lot."
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Post by Gifted on Apr 21, 2012 20:13:11 GMT -5
Oh, well that explained a lot. "Well when the court judge hasn't heard of you, you're doing something right." Even he didn't smile at his weak attempt at humour. "The school is about twenty minutes down the road. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Clark."
He nodded politely to the boy, really wanting to go home and spend time with his daughter. He'd only stopped because he thought he was going to receive another bribe.
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Post by Raven on Apr 21, 2012 21:39:14 GMT -5
kenny nodded his thanks and turned away, shivering at the meeting. That had been unusual, but he had gotten a bad feeling about the man. He shrugged it off, figuring it was just because Kaito had called him Adam and continued to school.
Jeremy got a very satisfying glimpse of an exposed thigh before the girl's stockings were in place. Mm, he would never regret putting his father in jail for this. "I have other plans for you tonight," he stated. With this one, there would be no need to state what his "other plans" were. He waited for the sense of fear that he found so addicting.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 21:54:35 GMT -5
Cassandra glanced up when he spoke. She hadn't noticed him walk by, let alone watch her. Any other girl would have blushed; she had been naked in front of this man so much, there wasn't any need for blushing.
"Other plans?" she echoed, facing away from him for a shred of modesty. All she was wearing were the stockings at the moment. "Well, you know I am always busy..." Cassandra looked down at her ring as she bent over, grabbing one of the lacier bras from her drawer. "Buut... I guess I can make time for you."
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 22:09:17 GMT -5
Jeremy struggled to keep his features composed as he didn't get the expected response. Why he still expected this girl to act like the others, he had no idea. She was different somehow, but he didn't know what placed her apart. She'd never given him much trouble. It was almost as though she were content with this life. He quickly passed that thought off; no girl was content with this. Once they were in there was no other way to live, but that didn't mean they wanted to stay. "You guess, hm?" he questioned, walking into her room without permission. He glanced around the space briefly. All the rooms were furnished in a similar way; very expensive and dominated by a bed. There was a bathroom in each so that they didn't have to deal with the congestion of more public restrooms. The windows were covered by heavy velvet curtains which remained shut a good deal of the time, so that none of the clients saw the bars. The glass was even reinforced so that they wouldn't be able to break it and use the glass as a weapon. They were allowed no knives and nothing was sharp enough or the correct weight to be used as a weapon. No, he took good care of his girls, his clients, and himself. It wouldn't do to have a murder take place in his home. Then his eyes returned to the woman; despite the richly furnished room, she was by far the most eye catching thing there. With a twirl of his cane he wondered if that thought was Lust talking.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 22:15:26 GMT -5
Even though her back was turned, she could tell there was something going on under those delicate features of Jeremy's. It was the nature of the silence between them. It wasn't the admiring silence of clients, no; it was the quiet, thoughtful silence of a connoisseur of women. Cassandra slipped on the bra, buttoning it in the front.
She was different, compared to all the other women, that was sure. She didn't exactly like her work, though, as it forced her to bear the excruciating sight of women much prettier than herself. She made up for it by swiping little things off her clients. Shiny cuff links, fancy cigarette lighters, the occasional silver dollar--all hidden, inside a bag taped to the underside of her night stand drawer. She made sure they didn't make any rustling noises by stuffing the bags with cotton and cloth.
The embodiment of Envy grabbed a pillow and glanced over her shoulder, turning around fully with the pillow over her lady parts when she was sure he wasn't going to throw something at her.
"I guess, as in, if you can rearrange my schedule to fit yourself in, then that's fine," Cassandra explained, grinning just a bit.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:01:01 GMT -5
Jeremy quirked a brow, managing to keep a straight face though he wanted to smirk. "You seem to be getting a little over confident, Cassandra. Do I need to remind you who is the boss here?" he asked, taking a step towards her.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:04:22 GMT -5
Cassandra felt a little bit of fear, deep down in her heart. It was easy to get over, but still present. She sat down on the edge of her bed, the covers nicely made.
"I keep forgetting," she replied, "Maybe if you reminded me..."
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:21:46 GMT -5
Jeremy smirked this time and used the tip of his cane to push against her sternum and force her back. He set the object aside, simultaneously straddling her. "It isn't a punishment if you want it, you know," he growled, his eyes practically glowing with feeling.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:23:30 GMT -5
Cassandra leaned back, partly to get away from Jeremy's cane, and partly to become more comfortable. She looked up at the lusty pimp with her big, brown eyes, her blonde hair falling freely around her. The pillow was still safely between her lady parts and his disco stick.
"What did I do to deserve punishment?" she asked, a bit scared by the growl.
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:44:33 GMT -5
Annoyance colored his features as he moved the pillow. "For your insubordinate tone," he replied, using one hand to hold her wrists above her head. "You've not been very well behaved miss Cassandra, and I need to teach you how to treat your master."
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Post by FoxTrott on Apr 21, 2012 23:47:11 GMT -5
Cassandra continued to stare up at him, letting her wrists be moved.
"Oh..." she replied, sounding disappointed in herself, yet fearful of what kind of punishment she may receive, "I'm sorry... Master."
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