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Post by citizenmike on Aug 2, 2009 13:16:23 GMT -5
"Veronica.", Johnny replied as he kicked off his shoes. "Veronica Roth. She's an angel.", Johnny replied with a smile before turning away to remove his jeans.
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 2, 2009 13:20:14 GMT -5
"Veronica." Fleur repeated, amused at how awkward Johnny is.
"I'm sure Veronica wouldn't mind another woman seeing her boyfriend naked." She added, wiping the sweat that was starting to form on her forehead. "Especially if it's for health reasons."
She suddenly realized that he was staring at Johnny's muscular back for far too long and she snapped back to reality.
"Besides, this will just be a quick one."
She winked at him.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 2, 2009 13:22:51 GMT -5
Johnny slipped off his pants and said, "What exactly are you going to do to me? And I'm sure Roth would just be thrilled about this!." ...She would, she's already gone though enough. Johnny closed his eyes and shrugged.
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Post by Nusha on Aug 2, 2009 13:25:51 GMT -5
"Well I won't be stuffing my face all by myself, Trace", she said, laughing at him, puling out a plate for him. "You look hungry too". She began piling food onto both their plates.
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 2, 2009 13:28:53 GMT -5
"Whoa..." Fleur expressed, surprised. "What are you, half stallion?"
She couldnt help herself, she needed to crack a joke about it. Fleur laughed softly, her perfect white teeth exposed inside her small mouth.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, pressing her lips together.
"What exactly are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything that you won't like." Fleur advised, moving closer.
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Post by Jake on Aug 2, 2009 13:29:12 GMT -5
Klaire stood up with her plate, walking over to Trace and Eminor. She sat down next to Trace, smiling. "It's good to see you again too, Trace," she said. She watched her food quietly, wondering if it was polite to eat with them right next to her.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 2, 2009 13:31:09 GMT -5
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything that you won't like."
Johnny stepped away and tripped over the bed as he asked, "What the hell does that mean?".
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Post by Trace on Aug 2, 2009 13:32:10 GMT -5
"You look hungry too"
"I hope you realize that my kind have no need for food. How do you think I keep this incredible figure? Although I am partial to a liquid lunch." Trace said with a grin, pulling out an expensive bottle of Scotch he had grabbed from a store he passed on the way back to them. Trace took a quick drink from the bottle, feeling the drink roll down the back of his throat, and offered some to Eminor. "Fancy a drink?"
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Post by Nusha on Aug 2, 2009 13:33:27 GMT -5
"Sure", she said with a chuckle. "So you don't eat regular food at all?", she asked, starting to eat.
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Post by Jake on Aug 2, 2009 13:36:11 GMT -5
Klaire simply sat there, eating her food and ignoring the conversation Trace and Eminor were having. She grabbed a bottle of water, opening the top and drinking happily. She was fine remaining silent, it was reminiscent of how her days in the facility had gone. Silent, except for the screams that would come from down the hall...
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Post by Trace on Aug 2, 2009 13:36:52 GMT -5
"So you don't eat regular food at all?"
"Hey, I said I dont need to eat, I didn't say I never eat." Trace said with a chuckle, taking a bite out of whatever Eminor had chucked in front of him. Trace looked across the table to Klaire, offering her the bottle of Scotch. "What about you Klaire, fancy a swig?"
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 2, 2009 13:37:49 GMT -5
Fleur laughed. This was harder than she thought. This guy has a stupid girlfriend and he was hesitant for a physical check up. She needed to check if he's got some serious injuries that might kill him. They need him to last longer in camp.
She touched her forehead with her slender fingers, eyes closed, still smiling. But deep inside she was getting frustrated. When she opened her eyes, Johnny was still on the floor looking up at her.
"It's awfully getting warm in here." Fleur said, fanning herself with her hand as she unbuttoned the first four buttons of her uniform.
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 2, 2009 13:41:30 GMT -5
"What are you doing?", Johnny asked as he rose.
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Post by Jake on Aug 2, 2009 13:45:48 GMT -5
Klaire took the bottle from Trace's hand, sniffing it to check what it was. She took a short drink, and the bottle fell onto the bar as she coughed, clenching her throat and falling off of the barstool. She slowly crawled to a trash can, pushing open the lid and emptying her stomach into it. She put her hands on her stomach, keeling over in pain.
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 2, 2009 13:50:14 GMT -5
When Johnny's fully standing straight, Fleur let her long wavy blonde hair down from the bun. It flowed beautifully down her back and her shoulders.
"I didn't want to do this Johnny." She advised in a seductive french tone. "But I have no choice."
She moved her cherry red lips closer, almost an inch away from Johnny's lips. Her eyes locked on his eyes.
"You will be a good boy Johnny, and you will let me do my job." Fleur whispered softly with a hint of sweet cinnamon and mint in her breath. "Do you understand?"
Gland's from her mouth excreted a little dose of pheromone and they glided out with her breath as she spoke. Using this ability causes men to be intoxicated with her, and they end up following whatever she tells them to do.
And now, poor Johnny was getting a taste of it.
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