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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 0:36:09 GMT
The Boss was bored. There hadn't been any missions for a couple of days, and even business to the front had gone down. So here she sat, sipping a (non-alcoholic) beverage, surveying the room.
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 0:40:41 GMT
A girl walks in to the building, wearing a grey hoodie sweater and a red patterned skirt, with a hat over her face. She wasn't sure if this was the place, but she did have some time off. And she was going to use it.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 0:46:11 GMT
The Boss noticed her walking in, and motioned to a Saint standing near the door. He approached the new arrival and tapped her on the shoulder. "Ms. Saint has a rule against clothing meant to hide the face." It was actually a rule of hers, something so if they got robbed by a patron, the cameras would get several lovely shots of their faces. That was a big if, because they had to make it past the Saints in order for those photos to be useful. But it was also something a bit more selfish; she wanted to appraise the guests, see who she wanted to play with.
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 0:52:05 GMT
"I see." The figure gave, taking the hat up off of her face and holding it by her side, her long hair was tied up and she looked bemused by being asked to remove it.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 0:54:26 GMT
The Saint stepped back to his position. Good thing she'd dispatched the Saint; the girl was pretty. The Boss certainly had a few ideas in mind to make her even prettier, but for now she simply watched. She was the first new customer in a while; The Boss wanted to watch her some more before taking her aside.
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 1:05:47 GMT
Being left to her own devices, she simply shrugs and walks over to get herself a drink, sitting down and crossing her legs sensually.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 1:22:56 GMT
The Boss made up her mind; she called a Saint over and handed him the key to one of the VIP rooms, pointing out Kate. While he went to deliver it, the Boss walked to the room in question.
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 1:34:31 GMT
Looking up after a few minutes, she regards him. "Hmm?" she gave, looking at the key.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 1:37:06 GMT
"Ms. Saint would like to speak to you. Privately."
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 1:39:21 GMT
"Very well. I've been anticipating that." She takes the key and heads for the VIP room after being told where it is.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 1:42:10 GMT
The Boss sat on the bed inside the room, waiting. "Let your hair down and take your clothing off." The Boss assumed she'd have the manners to at least close the door before obeying.
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 1:46:10 GMT
"Heeh..someone assertive. I like that." She said simply, closing the door and locking it, letting her hair down, and sensually removing her hoodie and skirt, along with her bra and underwear.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 1:51:50 GMT
"Doesn't matter if you like it or not." The Boss looked her up and down; she had a very pretty body. The Boss rose, walking to a chest of drawers next to the bed. "Kneel on the bed, and don't talk."
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Post by Kate Johnson on May 29, 2014 1:57:04 GMT
"I know." She said, and let that be her last word, kneeling down on the bed.
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Post by DA BAWS and Kinzie on May 29, 2014 1:59:34 GMT
The first thing the Boss secured in place was a leather posture collar, dyed a lovely shade of Saint's purple, which prevented Kate from turning her head to either side. Next was a monoglove, in the same color, pulled up her arms and secured with two loops over her shoulders.
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