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Date Posted: 23:52:59 03/10/02 Sun
Author: ~kayla~{Ols/Mada}
Subject: dance pit raked, pole oiled

(22:10:37)
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~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~rises, carefully slipping off to the supply wagons, peeking inside to the one where she last
found the dung sacks, she eases into its shadowly depths, searching amongsts the items within
to find the rake, a bucket to toss anything peddles, twigs and such into, peeking about more
she retrieves a couple of the repcloth rags and a container of the tharlarion oil, placing the
rags and oil into the bucket~

(22:13:21)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~slipping from the wagon she limps slightly as she moves to the distance sand pit with the
items, placing the bucket down she moves into the pit, her toes wiggling in the coldness of the
soft sand, small prints left behind as she makes her way to the center post with the rake,
carefully she begins to sweep the fingers of the tool through the grains of white sand~

(22:17:35)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~quietly she works, her muscles rippling neath her flesh like enticing waves, the glow of the
moons seeming to accent each curve, her hair playing about her small body as if captured it's
self within a sensual dance, the rake moving slowly along before her as she backs her way in
an ever growing circle as she rounds the pole time and time again as she works to the outer
edge, pausing to bend with a tell-tale wince, a small reminder of what her morning had
brought about, picking out the bigger twigs and such to toss towards the bucket~

(22:25:12)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~softly she hums to herself as she finishes raking the sand, the small pile of debris heaped in
one spot, tenderly she kneels, the tightening of her thigh pulling at the fresh brand painfully
and yet she forces herself to focus upon the task at hand, leaning her fingers shift through the
grains, scooping up the twigs and peddles, dropping them into the bucket, her nose wrinkling
as she scoops up with the next handful some unknown material, its shape and color to worn to
tell what it is, the moisture from past rains and its time neath the sand having rotted it well,
shivering she tosses it into the bucket, checking one last time to ensure she has gotten all the
debris cleaned from the sands of the pit~

(22:33:22)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~mumbling to herself at her absence mindedness she digs into the bucket, slipping out the 2
rags, a firm shake and she chases out the first grains that made its way into the bucket with
the other items, reaching once more she takes out the container of oil, slowly she rises, her leg
aware of the steady throbbing, flipping back the silken strands of her hair she steels her spine,
ignoring her own discomfort to once more slip across the soft grains of the sand, moving to
the center to pause before the dance pole, allowing one of the rags to rest across a small
shoulder she opens the container of tharlarion oil, tilting it she pours a generous amount into
the second cloth, soaking it well, the lid of the container held within her teeth she sets to work
spreading the oil upon the pole evenly, starting from the top and working slowly downward,
resoaking the cloth as needed, the oils gently seeping into the wood as it sits there, a light and
even layer applied to the whole post as she kneels to reach the base, sweeping back some of
the sand so the oil doesnt get the grains in it~

(22:36:59)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~recapping the oil she rises, slipping back to turn, moving over to the bucket she places the
used cloth into it with the rest of the oil, taking her time so as to allow the oil to work its way
into the grain of the wood, peeking out over the open plains she smiles, a cool night breeze
sweeping across her feverish flesh, its breath softly causing her hair to billow in wispy fingers
about her in the evening air`

(22:42:55)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~turning she moves back into the sand pit, over to the pole she makes her way through the
sand, her hips a gentle yet provocative sway, the wanton curves seeming designed to entice
the vision of the Male breed, her eyes a soft sparkle as she begins to use the clean cloth to rub
and polish the dance pole, working into the grain more fully the oil while at the same time
removing any access, inch by inch she works the cloth across the smooth wood til its surface
glistened with an inner need to be used, the moons filtering down upon the pole as if to reveal
its dominating stance that almost seems to command any mere kajira that dares to look upon
it, to dance, to prove her worth~

(22:48:17)
[PIC]
~kayla~{Ols/Mada} ~y-tp~
*pierced and branded*
Tuchuk, XC
: ~smiling at a job well done she lifts to her feet, a hotty tilt of her head as she seems to face
the unspoken challenge of the pole, hands dropping to her hips in defiances as an impish grin
plays upon her full and pouty lips, a flip of her hair and she turns as if indifferent to the
calling, moving out of the pit to drop the rag into the bucket with the other~

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