Homerun2611
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(OOC: This is a homage to Lin Manuel Miranda’s “Hamilton”. A wonderful musical that we are both fans. This RP will liberally draw on the clever lyrics and dialogue from the Tony winning play, but where we take it, and the events we imply, come purely from the wicked and twisted minds of princessexci and myself. It is our humble attempt at erotic, historical fiction and we hope readers will both understand and enjoy where we take our tale.)
General Phillip Schuyler
It was summer, 1779 in New York, an upstart collection of colonies was in the fourth year of an eight year war for independence, New York was a hot bed of activity, the commerce and financial center this rag tag revolution.
”Where are they! All three of them gone?” The General was fuming, or more inappropriately raging! It had been a long ride home to his beautiful estate, after a two day hunt! He had needed the time away, after resigning his commission in the Continental Army, and defending his actions at defeat of Fort Ticondetoga. He had had enough of the war, the fucking revolution, he was one of the most successful business men and land owners in New York and he was ready to return to the comforts and joys of his prior life. And part and parcel of that comfort, that life were his beautiful young daughters, and by where are they, he meant Angelica, Eliza, and the recently turned 18 year old, Peggy.
The hunt had been successful, he had three stags hung and one already in the smoker. But now, he wanted to celebrate, enjoy the release he craved, and that meant, he wanted a woman, women, specifically his daughters.
He grabbed the crystal tumbler and poured himself a scotch. He considered going out to the slave quarters and indulging his needs, but damn it all to hell, that was not what he had been eagerly wanting. He wanted a bath, he wanted a massage, and he wanted… FUCK, he wanted! He still had the riding crop in his hand, and when his daughter got home they would feel the sting of having disappointed their father. He knew the culprit of such insolence, Angelica, certainly not his little Peggy, and likely not Eliza. God damn her independent streak, her spirit! He sighed… yet… Jesus he enjoyed her!
Aaron Burr, Sir
The General was not the only one who had little stomach for war. Yes he had become a part of it, at his age, should he want the future he was entitled, he could hardly sit aside. He had even volunteered to serve as Washington’s aide, only to be looked over for that and as he walked through the street in the summer heat he found himself muttering …
“How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore
Go on and on
Grow into more of a phenomenon?
Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother
Be seated at the right hand of the father…”
The decision had been bitter, but Burr had his own assets, he had money, looks and decided to enjoy the opportunities that were right before him. So as he looked around, a new opportunity, far more appealing than following Washington’s commands was walking down the street. So a smile creased his face as he thought of more carnal needs…
“There’s nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin’ it with the poor
They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common
Just to watch them talk take Philip Schuyler the man is loaded
Uh oh, but little does he know that His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at work, work, work”
Burr began to make his way in their direction… “Ladies Schuyler, what brings you here alone?”
General Phillip Schuyler
It was summer, 1779 in New York, an upstart collection of colonies was in the fourth year of an eight year war for independence, New York was a hot bed of activity, the commerce and financial center this rag tag revolution.
”Where are they! All three of them gone?” The General was fuming, or more inappropriately raging! It had been a long ride home to his beautiful estate, after a two day hunt! He had needed the time away, after resigning his commission in the Continental Army, and defending his actions at defeat of Fort Ticondetoga. He had had enough of the war, the fucking revolution, he was one of the most successful business men and land owners in New York and he was ready to return to the comforts and joys of his prior life. And part and parcel of that comfort, that life were his beautiful young daughters, and by where are they, he meant Angelica, Eliza, and the recently turned 18 year old, Peggy.
The hunt had been successful, he had three stags hung and one already in the smoker. But now, he wanted to celebrate, enjoy the release he craved, and that meant, he wanted a woman, women, specifically his daughters.
He grabbed the crystal tumbler and poured himself a scotch. He considered going out to the slave quarters and indulging his needs, but damn it all to hell, that was not what he had been eagerly wanting. He wanted a bath, he wanted a massage, and he wanted… FUCK, he wanted! He still had the riding crop in his hand, and when his daughter got home they would feel the sting of having disappointed their father. He knew the culprit of such insolence, Angelica, certainly not his little Peggy, and likely not Eliza. God damn her independent streak, her spirit! He sighed… yet… Jesus he enjoyed her!
Aaron Burr, Sir
The General was not the only one who had little stomach for war. Yes he had become a part of it, at his age, should he want the future he was entitled, he could hardly sit aside. He had even volunteered to serve as Washington’s aide, only to be looked over for that and as he walked through the street in the summer heat he found himself muttering …
“How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore
Go on and on
Grow into more of a phenomenon?
Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother
Be seated at the right hand of the father…”
The decision had been bitter, but Burr had his own assets, he had money, looks and decided to enjoy the opportunities that were right before him. So as he looked around, a new opportunity, far more appealing than following Washington’s commands was walking down the street. So a smile creased his face as he thought of more carnal needs…
“There’s nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin’ it with the poor
They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common
Just to watch them talk take Philip Schuyler the man is loaded
Uh oh, but little does he know that His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at work, work, work”
Burr began to make his way in their direction… “Ladies Schuyler, what brings you here alone?”