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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 23:18:16 GMT -8
Bastille had placed hundreds of candles she had found around the area of El Segundo, lit and giving off enough light to see. The sun was setting on the beach and this would be the perfect time to relax and hang out as her last free night on earth. This was the only part of the wedding past the honey moon she was looking forward too. There was really nothing there, just beach candles and cliffs. And a box. Bastille opened the giant box, which had been on wheels, to reveal one Marcus Prasad inside- conveniently tied up. Now for the girls to show up. Hopefully they could hold there own. Bastille had invited Aryn, and her entire entourage, Delilah as the maid of honor, and a number of other girls she had met in the past couple months. She had also invited some of the girls from her time as Kahleesi- to even the numbers. Thats right, this was to be a night of competition. Not just physical fight-club worthy fights, or water fights, or even beach sports- this would also be a shameless battle of the best assets and the arts of intimacy. Poor Marcus had been voted as the judge. "Wish I was still shooting arrows?" She said, wearing a simple black bathing suit she had found around the area. The evil smirk still on her face. Bastilles Bathing suit  |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 15, 2013 23:40:14 GMT -8
Blinking like a newborn babe as the top of the box was lifted, Marcus immediatly went through his checklist.
'Kay, Everythings were it should be, I'm tied up, I hear the Ocean, It's getting night. Most likely I'm still in Long beach....Oh god BASTILLE. Shit, why do I get the Feeling Silk had a part in this?'
"Nah, that game got boring."
Marcus said off handedly as he craned his neck to get a peek at his surroundings.
"So now what happens? Cause that smile is NOT reassuring."
Marcus had to admit he felt a pang of fear deep in his guts due to being rendered so helpless, a condition he both Hated and Feared. Especialy in the power of a woman. He had seen enough Femme Fatale movies to know that NEVER ends well for the man involved.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 15, 2013 23:45:18 GMT -8
Sitting on a beach towel in the bathing suit she had borrowed from Aryn (UGH SO SCANTY D: [/i])with her knife strapped to her thigh, Delilah would wiggle her fingers at Marcus, smiling. ...perhaps already a little drunk. "I helped."[/size]
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Mar 16, 2013 0:22:34 GMT -8
Aryn - and her entourage, of course (Diana actually seeming to be at ease, mostly because of the absence of Dragons) - sauntered up the beach, a wide, lazy grin on her face. Heeeeyyy sexy layday~
She watched the box being opened...and...and oh HELL yes! Marcus! Delilah!
She pranced on up and smacked DAT BASTILLE ASS on the way up, giving a naughty squeeze and wink after, her other hand giving an errant shake of its fingers through her hair before she swayed closer to the box and around it.
"Mmm. Well, is this a lovely gift or what~?"
Though it wasn't a mirror of Bastille's, Aryn's grin was certainly mischievous and full of promise and delight.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 16, 2013 0:32:53 GMT -8
"What ever shall we do with him?" Bastille mused aloud, raising a brow at Aryn as she walked past her towards the box, having smacked her ass. She looked at Delilah and smiled.
"I had to ask the the farther god Ra for this wine, so we had better enjoy every drop of it- just not too soon....But first, certainly first.....what to do about this man. He's wearing far too much clothing...."
She walked over to Aryn and bent over her back giving a gentle squeeze to Aryns left breast.
"Nice Suit..." She looked over at Delilah "What do you think?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 16, 2013 0:50:13 GMT -8
Marcus' eyes went wide with Fear. No lust, no Sexual desire. Just fear. Three of the cities most DANGEROUS women had him by the balls, leaving him feeling Sampson without his flowing hair, the source of his great strength.
"You Ladies aren't gonna sacrifice me for some pagan ritual.....are you?"
He asked, trying to sound far more confident than he felt. When Bastille made the comment about him wearing too much clothing, he found himself confused.
"Ok, Seriously gals, fun is fun but whats going on here? Is this something to do with the wedding cause if so, Y'all could have just ASKED me to be your male stripper you know."
Oh GOD he hoped that was all they wanted..........
'Marcus old buddy old pal, I dunno how you plan on getting out of this one....Gonna have to MacGuyver this shit.'
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 16, 2013 0:59:28 GMT -8
Delilah looked Aryn and Bastille up and down approvingly as they groped eachother, too drunk to care. "I dunno, I like the look of a lotta things here~." she chuckled, turning her eyes back to Marcus.
"He probably would look better with his shirt cut off," she mused, thoughtfully.
"....with a whip or something."
...yeah, that seemed fun.
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Mar 16, 2013 11:30:11 GMT -8
Aryn arched her back slightly at the grope, not quite surprised but not unsurprised, either.
'...did Blondie just..? Oh, Blondie did~!'
Aryn appreciated it with a soft little purr and reached back to trail her fingers along Bastille's thigh, though she paused and quirked her head.
"Awww, Marcus, how'd you know what we were up to?" She blinked, dead serious at him, before looking around. And then snapped her fingers. "Damn. That's what we forgot. A flat rock altar. Change of plans!"
And so the topic of Marcus' clothes, and the fact that he had too many came up. Aryn grinned and sidled on over, leaning in with one hand on the edge of the box, the other stroking soothingly over his jaw. Her other hand joined teh first. Her fingers swept slowly over his neck.
"I like whips~ That's fun. But part of me would rather burn your clothes off. Except for this gorgeous jacket of yours."
Yes. The jacket that - despite her pants-burning-antics - she had never lit on fire. Her hands snaked beneath the collar of the jacket to push it over his shoulders and down his arms. Wink. Saucy little smirk~
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 16, 2013 12:39:37 GMT -8
"I'll take the jacket" Bastille mused with a bored look. "He knows I'll take good care of it....among other things" the smirk returned and she moved away to go sit with Delilah and watch for now. She'd let Aryn have her fun first- less work for her. But then the real competition could begin. Poor guy looked absolutely horrified. But before that, she would swipe his jacket away and put it on over her bathing suit. (good luck getting that back before the wedding)
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 16, 2013 23:07:58 GMT -8
Passing Delilah a sharp glare, Marcus gave a loud sigh.
'Great. Thanks Del that's all I need. MORE Scars.'
"Oh Common Aryn it wasn't too hard to figure out."
He said, turning his eyes reproachfully on the buxom brunette.
He began to list off his train of logic.
"Everyone knows about the wedding right? Well I ended up helping Mat out with a few things and now find myself kidnapped and tied up by the bride and who I assume are her bridesmaids all things considered, wearing swimsuites that make them all DELICIOUS at the beach at night with CANDLES of all things and NOW you want to remove clothing?"
"Change of plans"
"Oh god fucking Damnit."
He mutterered under his breath. He wanted desperately to be angry at Delilah for going along with this, but considering her level of drunkeness he was pretty sure she had NO idea what was going on.
Well that made two of them. If they wanted a stripper show they wouldn't have tied him down or open the box themselves. Or help him strip for that matter. What the fuck were they up to?
"I like whips~ That's fun. But part of me would rather burn your clothes off. Except for this gorgeous jacket of yours."
"And I thank you for that. Though I AM running out of pants because of you."
He would say with a raised eyebrow, Curiosity overriding fear as Aryn approached. So much so that he actualy did his best to help make taking his jacket off easier considering he was tied up. Wiggling this way and that as he squirmed out of his coat as well as his bonds like a proffesional escape artist.
But instead of running, he would stay put in the box unless told to step out of it, massaging his wrists and looking about himself.
There was a game here, and he wanted to play it.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 17, 2013 0:03:16 GMT -8
Delilah tittered, leaning a head on Bastille's shoulder as she came and sat beside her. "'Burninating the country-side. Burninating the peaaasaaaants'."
She thought about the actual process though, her mind moving languidly in the dreamy haze of tequila. She didn't like tequila, normally, but as it turned out, it was a wonderful chaser for shitty scotch.
"Aw yeah, barbeque that hunk of man meat."
Said Delilah, who would never remember saying that ever again.
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Mar 17, 2013 18:25:59 GMT -8
Aryn's game of fun was momentarily interrupted by Bastille snatching the coat! She turned with an eyebrow raised in slight surprise, snaked an arm around the woman's waist, other hand sliding up over skin and bathing suit alike.
"I'd be tempted to take that back if it didn't look sexy." And it also covered up her body, and she was swimming in it. But Aryn still had her own plans, and it began with a nibble and a kiss to the edge of Bastille's mouth.
Marcus was temporarily forgotten, for the moment, and she gave serious consideration to sticking with what she said.
About a change of plans.
'cause damn.
But she let Bastille go unless further provoked and turned back to Marcus with a devious wink, tracing her tongue over her top lip almost thoughtfully. Yeah, she knew that was hot.
"So how many more pairs of pants before you're walking around half-naked all the time~? Maybe this time I could settle for burning your shirt if that makes you feel...better~?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 17, 2013 20:40:41 GMT -8
Bastille would raise a brow to Aryn. Oh, it was on sister. Bastille blew a kiss to Aryn as the girl parted toward the man and winked.
"Give this soon to be chained for live damsel the best show you've got Aryn, well..the second best. We know the best is saved for later" She would wink and just lean her head on Delilahs shoulder.
"Time to heat things up, you ready Marcus-buddy-ol-pal?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 17, 2013 23:26:19 GMT -8
That wink. That tongue. That BODY.
Dat Aryn.
Bastille was comming close to giving Marcus a heart attack herself with that slow saunter and that classy swimsuit which showed off all the curves her own bomber jacket had hidden the last time they had met. Since now that he was beginning to calm down, he was finaly beginning to appreciate his situation. Mathew was indeed a lucky lucky man. Dat ass!
And Delilah?
She was showing off curves that Marcus had the fortune of being intimate with, albiet briefy once upon a time, but that didn't blunt the effect her body so tantalizingly revealed in all itu's glory was doing to him.
No, the fact that she was gooned on booze was doing it. Making him feel more concerned for her than lustful.
Ever the gentleman.
Though seriously. Dat tight little belly.......
"How about we get right off the topic of burning my clothes in the first place hmm?"
He would say with a raised eyebrow and his roguish grin before turning to Bastille.
"Ready as I'll ever be I guess. Never heard of a bachelorette party where the girls entertained the man meat though....."
Vaulting out of the box, marcus shook himself off and turned to face Aryn, giving her a look that screamed 'Alright minx show me whatchu got.'
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 17, 2013 23:38:02 GMT -8
Absently as she sat with Bastille, Delilah's fingers would slide up the woman's thigh and trace long, looping swirls on the bare skin, resting her head lightly on top of Bastille's, watching Marcus intently.
Waiting for the show to begin~.
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