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Date Posted: 01:15:31 06/10/03 Tue
Author: Roxy
Subject: Well you better shape up, cause the customer aint satisfyed.
In reply to: Big Brother 's message, "big brother is... feeling like a macho man" on 22:27:18 06/09/03 Mon

*I didnt re read this, so I have no idea what it says lol*

A kiss on the hand can be quite continental��.

And so again, the metaphorical smoke cloud descends.

And so again, eyelids drenched thickly with eccentrically dreary shades obscure rolling stygian orbs, compressing beneath a voluptuous bosom an embroidered moan. The articulate form of feminine beauty always seemed to be motoring from an internal beat, deep trumpet solos and belting voices rolling between flickering ears and eyes alight. The record seemed to have skipped a beat however, and robotically she worked her own form, lowering herself to undo laced heels. Her eyes jerked up to his momentarily, watching him eye her greedily as a possession. Her mind rumbled as a thundercloud, rolling aimlessly across varying projections and perpetuals, shattering some ideas and giving alight to the blossoming ones. She did enjoy her job; or had anyway, but ashamedly today she felt lackluster. She was for SURE it wasn�t that Big Boy had worn her out. She felt physically and emotionally jaded; wanted nothing more than to strip herself of torturous beauty items and laying herself down bare with a sigh. However, certain obligations seemed to be preventing that, so she continued dankly.

On with the show.

She nevertheless hid her trouble with a smile, throwing him a wink and a click to begin her soliloquy. A hand drew over her head, hanging in a utopian etching against the spotlight; the skin porcelain and fair, though not a freckle or discouraging mark dimpled its apricot surface. Her fingers were long and nimble, and she drew them down quickly, fingering the strings loose on her corset; which she did with an amazing form of seductivity. She was down, bare for him again, her form perfectly shaped and picturesquely feminine. Ruby hair toppled bountifully over her more prized, lingering features. Her body was electric, enticing; each curve erotically pleasing to the eyes of Big Brother as she stepped openly to him. Her strings had snapped, but her emotions were confound as she forcefully snapped off his mahogany belt.

I don�t have time to wait around on the first move today.

She wasn�t into dominative performance, but all she wanted to do was be alone; so the sooner the better. And soon the play began, nothing particularly out of the ordinary in her opinion�. all in a days work. Their bodies moved arithmetically, which at least rejuvenated a light spark inside her. However, despite the task at hand she wasn�t even fully paying attention to him or his actions, which takes talent in itself. The incessant rocking seemed to grind away at her thoughts; every meticulous detail becoming increasingly annoying. She began to feel a grinding pain inside her, at first merely bothersome but suddenly it was surging and breathtaking, and as the cloud dissipated the cortezan�or rather, equine�jumped from beneath the behemoth form of Big Brother rather suddenly.

She wasn�t sure whether to be infuriated, or ashamed, or embarrassed, or sorrowful, or perhaps all at once.

Rather, she fell onto what would be metaphorical knees, hands clasped to the side where her nimble, thin hands lay clad across a curvaceous hip. She hated this feeling, hated it with a passion�she hated being vulnerable. It was her only downfall

But diamonds are a girl�s best friend.

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[> big brother is... concerned -- Big Brother, 15:14:50 06/13/03 Fri [1]

He fell into the usual motion, his mind exhaling a sigh of relaxation. However, her sudden withdrawl surprised him greatly. Lifting his head he gazed selfishly at her, wondering what was wrong and if it could wait. He wasn't the kind, compassionate soul many might've liked. Watcing her dubiously for a few seconds, he spoke finally. "What?"

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