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Enter the hooker
OOC: I'm so glad I can join you
Aria Paona
Age: 20
Height: 5’3”
Build: 34C, 23, 36, petite and curvy, in good shape
Hair: Black, long, and wavy
Appearance: Aria favors very high heels to make up for her short stature and she has a pair in almost every color she could imagine. She tends to dress a little more “conservative” than some of the other hookers, preferring to wear things that, while being tight, low-cut, and short, aren’t revealing to the extreme. Aria’s mother is Hawaiian and her father is Italian and her exotic looks ensure that she doesn’t need a lot of bare skin to attract business. Despite her natural good looks Aria makes sure to work out at a gym that some of the classier strippers frequent. Her lack of flab and her toned appearance allow her to attract some of the more affluent clientele who are less inclined to try and smack her around or shortchange her. Her popularity has also pleased Sugar Daddy which means she’s been able to avoid any of his “learning lessons” for quite a while now.
IC:
Aria slipped on a fuchsia minidress that only fell a few inches past her ass and clung tightly to her body. She looked herself over in the mirror, smiling at the way the neckline accentuated her full breasts. She sat down on her bed and pulled on a pair of black heels with a 5 inch stiletto heel. They were definitely come fuck me pumps she thought as she looked down at them. She gave herself a last once over in the mirror before stepping out the door and heading downstairs and out into the night.
Her apartment was still on the “good side” of town but it was right on the edge and it didn’t take long to get to the “bad side” of town. If she took a left when she reached the street she could’ve passed for a girl on her way to one of the many dance clubs in the area; but she didn’t. She walked the few blocks to the neighborhood Sugar Daddy had control over. Just thinking the man’s name gave her chills and she tried to shake them off. While it had been quite a few months since he’d felt the need to raise a hand to her she still found herself wary in his presence knowing that it didn’t take much to set him off. She had been working for him for almost two years now and she’d come to terms with what she did.
At seventeen she had saved up enough money to run away from home and leave Hawaii to come to New York to become an opera star. She had fallen in love with opera when her father had taken her to the Hawaii Opera Theater for her twelfth birthday. Since then she knew she wanted to be an opera singer and she’d researched the various schools that would put her on the right track. It was obvious that New York had some of the finest schools when it came to Opera, including Julliard. When she had told her parents that she wanted to move to New York to hopefully enroll in college and hopefully go on to one of the schools that specialized in opera they had balked at the idea. They wanted her to stay at home and join them at their bakery, a thought that sent her running as quickly as she could. Of course upon reaching New York she’d found out just how hard it was to get a job that even paid the rent on one of the apartments that was barely livable. She had barely scraped by with the little money she had left until she got a low paying job as a waitress. Even then she hardly made enough to pay the rent and the little she had left over didn’t buy much food. She couldn’t seem to get a better job; no one wanted to hire a girl who had no job experience at all.
Finally hunger won out over pride and she did what she’d seen other woman near her apartment do. She put on the sluttiest outfit she had and walked the streets. It hadn’t taken her long to get someone who wanted to “purchase her services” and she readily went with him. He drove to a dimly lit parking garage and when he parked she started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt as she worried about what to do. She had never had sex before and she’d only done more than French kissing a few times. It hadn’t taken the man long to realize that not only was this her first time whoring herself it was pretty much her first time period. Someone must have been watching out for her though because it seemed she’d found one of the few nice guys left and he took pity on her. He paid her the $25 she’d requested when he’d asked her how much and explained to her that if she did intend to stay with this sort of work she would need a pimp. It had been him who’d introduced her to Sugar Daddy and he’d gladly “taken her under his wing” as he termed it. She had not wanted to tell him her real name, somehow using her real name during this would have been much too harsh so she’d quickly tried to think of a fake name. Her mind had instantly gone to Opera and she’d chosen Aria. It hadn’t been long before she realized that her immature impulse to run away had cost her a great deal more than she had known it would and a life working in her family’s bakery didn’t look so bad after all. Aria was pulled from her reverie by the sound of horn and she looked up to see one of her “regulars” pull up beside her. Her “work day” had just begun.
Many hours and customers later Aria realizes it is already almost 4:00 in the morning. As she makes her way out of the neighborhood she sees another car cruise slowly towards her. No harm in one more, she figured as she leaned into the window and smiled at the man.
"Get your fucken ass over here!"
“Sorry hun, I gotta go, maybe we can get together some other time.”
She quickly turned and sashayed towards Sugar Daddy. He was dressed in one of his typical outfits, this one consisting of black leather pants and a silk shirt in fire engine red. As always his outfit was as tight if not tighter than her own. When she reached him she gave him as genuine smile as she could.
“How nice to see you Sugar Daddy.”
God how she hated calling him that at first but now it was like second nature to her though somewhere deep inside it still brought about feelings of repulsion.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure?”
OOC: I'm so glad I can join you
Aria Paona
Age: 20
Height: 5’3”
Build: 34C, 23, 36, petite and curvy, in good shape
Hair: Black, long, and wavy
Appearance: Aria favors very high heels to make up for her short stature and she has a pair in almost every color she could imagine. She tends to dress a little more “conservative” than some of the other hookers, preferring to wear things that, while being tight, low-cut, and short, aren’t revealing to the extreme. Aria’s mother is Hawaiian and her father is Italian and her exotic looks ensure that she doesn’t need a lot of bare skin to attract business. Despite her natural good looks Aria makes sure to work out at a gym that some of the classier strippers frequent. Her lack of flab and her toned appearance allow her to attract some of the more affluent clientele who are less inclined to try and smack her around or shortchange her. Her popularity has also pleased Sugar Daddy which means she’s been able to avoid any of his “learning lessons” for quite a while now.
IC:
Aria slipped on a fuchsia minidress that only fell a few inches past her ass and clung tightly to her body. She looked herself over in the mirror, smiling at the way the neckline accentuated her full breasts. She sat down on her bed and pulled on a pair of black heels with a 5 inch stiletto heel. They were definitely come fuck me pumps she thought as she looked down at them. She gave herself a last once over in the mirror before stepping out the door and heading downstairs and out into the night.
Her apartment was still on the “good side” of town but it was right on the edge and it didn’t take long to get to the “bad side” of town. If she took a left when she reached the street she could’ve passed for a girl on her way to one of the many dance clubs in the area; but she didn’t. She walked the few blocks to the neighborhood Sugar Daddy had control over. Just thinking the man’s name gave her chills and she tried to shake them off. While it had been quite a few months since he’d felt the need to raise a hand to her she still found herself wary in his presence knowing that it didn’t take much to set him off. She had been working for him for almost two years now and she’d come to terms with what she did.
At seventeen she had saved up enough money to run away from home and leave Hawaii to come to New York to become an opera star. She had fallen in love with opera when her father had taken her to the Hawaii Opera Theater for her twelfth birthday. Since then she knew she wanted to be an opera singer and she’d researched the various schools that would put her on the right track. It was obvious that New York had some of the finest schools when it came to Opera, including Julliard. When she had told her parents that she wanted to move to New York to hopefully enroll in college and hopefully go on to one of the schools that specialized in opera they had balked at the idea. They wanted her to stay at home and join them at their bakery, a thought that sent her running as quickly as she could. Of course upon reaching New York she’d found out just how hard it was to get a job that even paid the rent on one of the apartments that was barely livable. She had barely scraped by with the little money she had left until she got a low paying job as a waitress. Even then she hardly made enough to pay the rent and the little she had left over didn’t buy much food. She couldn’t seem to get a better job; no one wanted to hire a girl who had no job experience at all.
Finally hunger won out over pride and she did what she’d seen other woman near her apartment do. She put on the sluttiest outfit she had and walked the streets. It hadn’t taken her long to get someone who wanted to “purchase her services” and she readily went with him. He drove to a dimly lit parking garage and when he parked she started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt as she worried about what to do. She had never had sex before and she’d only done more than French kissing a few times. It hadn’t taken the man long to realize that not only was this her first time whoring herself it was pretty much her first time period. Someone must have been watching out for her though because it seemed she’d found one of the few nice guys left and he took pity on her. He paid her the $25 she’d requested when he’d asked her how much and explained to her that if she did intend to stay with this sort of work she would need a pimp. It had been him who’d introduced her to Sugar Daddy and he’d gladly “taken her under his wing” as he termed it. She had not wanted to tell him her real name, somehow using her real name during this would have been much too harsh so she’d quickly tried to think of a fake name. Her mind had instantly gone to Opera and she’d chosen Aria. It hadn’t been long before she realized that her immature impulse to run away had cost her a great deal more than she had known it would and a life working in her family’s bakery didn’t look so bad after all. Aria was pulled from her reverie by the sound of horn and she looked up to see one of her “regulars” pull up beside her. Her “work day” had just begun.
Many hours and customers later Aria realizes it is already almost 4:00 in the morning. As she makes her way out of the neighborhood she sees another car cruise slowly towards her. No harm in one more, she figured as she leaned into the window and smiled at the man.
"Get your fucken ass over here!"
“Sorry hun, I gotta go, maybe we can get together some other time.”
She quickly turned and sashayed towards Sugar Daddy. He was dressed in one of his typical outfits, this one consisting of black leather pants and a silk shirt in fire engine red. As always his outfit was as tight if not tighter than her own. When she reached him she gave him as genuine smile as she could.
“How nice to see you Sugar Daddy.”
God how she hated calling him that at first but now it was like second nature to her though somewhere deep inside it still brought about feelings of repulsion.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure?”
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Sugar Daddy
“How nice to see you Sugar Daddy. So to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aria greeted him...
"Bitch you gettin fresh wit me? Dont make me knock the fucken taste out yo mouth! 'to what do i owe the pleasure'?...Listen here an old friend of mine is comin' to town, Hell be here tonight at this address...," Rod handed her a slip of newspaper with some scribbling on it... "You get your little ass all dolled up and show up at ten tonight...show him a good time too, treat his fucken dick like its the last you ever gonna have, cause me an him are going into business together and i dont need your skank ass fuckin it up? You got all that ho?"
He put a large arm round her, the two begginning to stroll down the avenue... his voice taking on a gentler tone Sugar Daddy continued... "Now... what you got for me today, bitch?" He held out his hand while palming one of her ample breasts with the other...
“How nice to see you Sugar Daddy. So to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aria greeted him...
"Bitch you gettin fresh wit me? Dont make me knock the fucken taste out yo mouth! 'to what do i owe the pleasure'?...Listen here an old friend of mine is comin' to town, Hell be here tonight at this address...," Rod handed her a slip of newspaper with some scribbling on it... "You get your little ass all dolled up and show up at ten tonight...show him a good time too, treat his fucken dick like its the last you ever gonna have, cause me an him are going into business together and i dont need your skank ass fuckin it up? You got all that ho?"
He put a large arm round her, the two begginning to stroll down the avenue... his voice taking on a gentler tone Sugar Daddy continued... "Now... what you got for me today, bitch?" He held out his hand while palming one of her ample breasts with the other...
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Aria chided herself for her wording, she’d seen Sugar Daddy smack other girls around for much less. He must’ve been in an exceptionally good mood though because he barely yelled at her for the mistake.
"Bitch you gettin fresh wit me? Dont make me knock the fucken taste out yo mouth! 'to what do i owe the pleasure'?...Listen here an old friend of mine is comin' to town, Hell be here tonight at this address...,"
She took the piece of paper he handed her and looked it over as she continued to listen. Aria was starting to understand why he was in such a good mood. The address he’d given her was for the Singita, a very upscale hotel, and if that was where his old friend was staying then it was almost guaranteed that he’d be paying top dollar for his entertainment.
"You get your little ass all dolled up and show up at ten tonight...show him a good time too, treat his fucken dick like its the last you ever gonna have, cause me an him are going into business together and i dont need your skank ass fuckin it up? You got all that ho?"
“Yeah I got it Sugar Daddy. Don’t worry I won’t fuck it up, I’ll make sure and give him what he wants,” she said with a smile as they started walking down the street. His arm went around her shoulder and her smile slipped but only a notch.
"Now... what you got for me today, bitch?"
Aria pulled out the money she’d made in her night’s work, trying to ignore the hand groping her breast as she put the stack of bills in his hand. Sugar Daddy seemed satisfied with the amount, which was always a good thing and walked with her the last couple blocks to her apartment. He reminded her about her client before leaving her at the doorstep. She walked inside and up to her apartment and immediately slipped off the heels. When she’d first become a working girl she’d detested the heels she had to wear and her feet had been killing her almost as soon as she’d put them on. Two years later though wearing the shoes for hours on end didn’t even faze her. Aria went through her normal routine to get ready for bed and 45 minutes later crawled under the covers.
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The clock flicked to 9:36 and Aria tried not to panic. She’d accidentally slept too long and was now rushing to get ready. To make it worse she hadn’t thought to ask Sugar Daddy what the client had in mind for the night and so was at a loss on what to wear. Since the guy was staying at the Singita it was possible he wanted to go out and do something beforehand, in which case a lycra mini dress might not work. She looked through her closet for something sexy yet classy. She settled on a long red halter dress that had a high slit up one side and a low cut back that showed off quite a bit of her lovely skin. She paired it with red strappy heels and raced out the door.
She’d called a cab earlier and he was sitting outside her apartment as she walked out. On the drive over she checked her makeup in the compact she carried in her purse and was pleased with it. She smoothed dark red lipstick over her lips as the cab pulled up in front of the hotel and quickly paid the cabbie as she glanced at the clock on the dashboard, 9:52. By the time the elevator reached the floor he was on Aria figured it must’ve been a minute or two before ten. As she headed towards the door of his room her whole demeanor changed, her walk became more confident, the sway of her hips was more exaggerated, her shoulders drew back to make her breasts stand out more…she now seemed to exude sex. Her lips drew up into a seductive smile as she knocked on the door.
"Bitch you gettin fresh wit me? Dont make me knock the fucken taste out yo mouth! 'to what do i owe the pleasure'?...Listen here an old friend of mine is comin' to town, Hell be here tonight at this address...,"
She took the piece of paper he handed her and looked it over as she continued to listen. Aria was starting to understand why he was in such a good mood. The address he’d given her was for the Singita, a very upscale hotel, and if that was where his old friend was staying then it was almost guaranteed that he’d be paying top dollar for his entertainment.
"You get your little ass all dolled up and show up at ten tonight...show him a good time too, treat his fucken dick like its the last you ever gonna have, cause me an him are going into business together and i dont need your skank ass fuckin it up? You got all that ho?"
“Yeah I got it Sugar Daddy. Don’t worry I won’t fuck it up, I’ll make sure and give him what he wants,” she said with a smile as they started walking down the street. His arm went around her shoulder and her smile slipped but only a notch.
"Now... what you got for me today, bitch?"
Aria pulled out the money she’d made in her night’s work, trying to ignore the hand groping her breast as she put the stack of bills in his hand. Sugar Daddy seemed satisfied with the amount, which was always a good thing and walked with her the last couple blocks to her apartment. He reminded her about her client before leaving her at the doorstep. She walked inside and up to her apartment and immediately slipped off the heels. When she’d first become a working girl she’d detested the heels she had to wear and her feet had been killing her almost as soon as she’d put them on. Two years later though wearing the shoes for hours on end didn’t even faze her. Aria went through her normal routine to get ready for bed and 45 minutes later crawled under the covers.
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The clock flicked to 9:36 and Aria tried not to panic. She’d accidentally slept too long and was now rushing to get ready. To make it worse she hadn’t thought to ask Sugar Daddy what the client had in mind for the night and so was at a loss on what to wear. Since the guy was staying at the Singita it was possible he wanted to go out and do something beforehand, in which case a lycra mini dress might not work. She looked through her closet for something sexy yet classy. She settled on a long red halter dress that had a high slit up one side and a low cut back that showed off quite a bit of her lovely skin. She paired it with red strappy heels and raced out the door.
She’d called a cab earlier and he was sitting outside her apartment as she walked out. On the drive over she checked her makeup in the compact she carried in her purse and was pleased with it. She smoothed dark red lipstick over her lips as the cab pulled up in front of the hotel and quickly paid the cabbie as she glanced at the clock on the dashboard, 9:52. By the time the elevator reached the floor he was on Aria figured it must’ve been a minute or two before ten. As she headed towards the door of his room her whole demeanor changed, her walk became more confident, the sway of her hips was more exaggerated, her shoulders drew back to make her breasts stand out more…she now seemed to exude sex. Her lips drew up into a seductive smile as she knocked on the door.
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Gothic Shujin
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John #1: Reginald
Reginald Gooden
Age: 29.
Height: 5' 11".
Build: Large Muscular frame, with black tattoos on chest and chisled shoulders.
Hair: None up top.
Appearance: Reggie can be found wearing nothing but a towel when hes spending time in hotel rooms like usual. He has chestnut brown skin, pulled tight over his large muscles. Deep dark pools for eyes and smells of polo sport and musk.
Bio: He was a star quarterback for a pro football team untill he got enough money to buy one of his own and retired.
I.C.-
From inside the suite, a large adonis of a man could be found fumbling through the various bottles of foreign and domestic alchohols. A large flat-screen plasma tv complemented the adjacent wall. Burgendy, leather couches and recliners framed the middle of the emaculately clean hotel room. He took a moment to look towards his right, marveling at the sight of the city at night, through the humungous balcony window...
There was a knock on the door at precisely Ten o' clock.
"Well... after all this time, his ho's are still punctual," Reggie thought to himself. It was a short walk for his long legs, to the door from the stocked mini-bar.
His body was still sweaty from a thorough work out... wich of course was intentional. He liked the feeling of fucking someone while his muscles were sore and tight.
He peered though the keywhole to see a small, young, white girl standing just outside it. She was wearing a "come fuck me" red haltertop... dispalying her creamy shoulders, framed by long black curly hair. The young girl was gorgeous and he wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling it open.
"Hello there sexy, and who might you be." Reggie's deep baritone voice began playing with Aria's clit.
Reginald Gooden
Age: 29.
Height: 5' 11".
Build: Large Muscular frame, with black tattoos on chest and chisled shoulders.
Hair: None up top.
Appearance: Reggie can be found wearing nothing but a towel when hes spending time in hotel rooms like usual. He has chestnut brown skin, pulled tight over his large muscles. Deep dark pools for eyes and smells of polo sport and musk.
Bio: He was a star quarterback for a pro football team untill he got enough money to buy one of his own and retired.
I.C.-
From inside the suite, a large adonis of a man could be found fumbling through the various bottles of foreign and domestic alchohols. A large flat-screen plasma tv complemented the adjacent wall. Burgendy, leather couches and recliners framed the middle of the emaculately clean hotel room. He took a moment to look towards his right, marveling at the sight of the city at night, through the humungous balcony window...
There was a knock on the door at precisely Ten o' clock.
"Well... after all this time, his ho's are still punctual," Reggie thought to himself. It was a short walk for his long legs, to the door from the stocked mini-bar.
His body was still sweaty from a thorough work out... wich of course was intentional. He liked the feeling of fucking someone while his muscles were sore and tight.
He peered though the keywhole to see a small, young, white girl standing just outside it. She was wearing a "come fuck me" red haltertop... dispalying her creamy shoulders, framed by long black curly hair. The young girl was gorgeous and he wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling it open.
"Hello there sexy, and who might you be." Reggie's deep baritone voice began playing with Aria's clit.
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Aria didn’t have to wait long for knock to be answered. She instantly raised her gaze a few more inches to adjust to the man’s height, which was still a good 4 inches taller than her, even with her heels on. He was definitely an attractive man and that made her smile grow a little more. Looks though were not nearly as important to her as temperament was.
"Hello there sexy, and who might you be."
The man’s deep, confident voice was one that demanded the attention of anyone within hearing distance and Aria felt a chill of pleasure move through her body as he spoke. She reached out and placed her hand lightly on his arm.
“Handsome and charming, what a deadly combination,” she said with a wink before continuing, “My name is Aria and I you must be Reginald? I’m here to make your visit just a little more pleasant. May I come in?”
"Hello there sexy, and who might you be."
The man’s deep, confident voice was one that demanded the attention of anyone within hearing distance and Aria felt a chill of pleasure move through her body as he spoke. She reached out and placed her hand lightly on his arm.
“Handsome and charming, what a deadly combination,” she said with a wink before continuing, “My name is Aria and I you must be Reginald? I’m here to make your visit just a little more pleasant. May I come in?”
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John #1: Reginald
“My name is Aria and I you must be Reginald? I’m here to make your visit just a little more pleasant. May I come in?”
"Hell yeah you can come in, beautiful...," his eyes scanned over her body again as she passed him, his musky smell filling Aria's nose and his large hand enveloping hers to help the sexy working girl inside the expensive suite"...look at you, lookin all fine. Can i get you a drink?"
He closed the door behind her, anxiously... then raced back to the mini bar. A tuft of the towel around his waist flapping open to reveal an inhumanly large, yet flacid organ beneath it.
“My name is Aria and I you must be Reginald? I’m here to make your visit just a little more pleasant. May I come in?”
"Hell yeah you can come in, beautiful...," his eyes scanned over her body again as she passed him, his musky smell filling Aria's nose and his large hand enveloping hers to help the sexy working girl inside the expensive suite"...look at you, lookin all fine. Can i get you a drink?"
He closed the door behind her, anxiously... then raced back to the mini bar. A tuft of the towel around his waist flapping open to reveal an inhumanly large, yet flacid organ beneath it.
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"Hell yeah you can come in, beautiful...,"
As she stepped inside the man took her hand in his, gently guiding her into the room. She couldn’t help but glance at his muscular torso a few more times, though she tried not to be too obvious about it. Some clients liked the demure, innocent types and until she found out what Reginald wanted she would stay on the safe side, neither acting too innocent or too slutty.
"...look at you, lookin all fine. Can i get you a drink?"
He moved behind her and she heard the door shut a second before he rushed past her again this time in the direction of the mini bar on the other side of the room. She had noticed the sweat dotting the exposed parts of his body and as he moved past her she could smell the faint musky odor that was natural to most men. Of course most of the men she met used way too much cologne for her to catch the scent. It was a nice scent, one she associated with men who worked hard and took care of themselves. As she admired Reginald’s body in motion a bit of the small towel covering him flapped away from his body and she caught site of his cock. She would have been impressed if it had been that size hard and the fact that it was still soft and that big made her both nervous and excited. She had been with a few guys who had been well-endowed but she was guessing Reginald had a few inches on even them. The moment had already come and gone by the time Aria realized she was still staring as she thought and Reginald was looking at her expectantly. Pulling her gaze back up to his face she smiled and moved to join him at the bar.
“A rum and coke would be wonderful Reginald. So I hear you used to be a big football star? I can see that even though you’ve retired you keep yourself in very good shape. That’s very refreshing; so many men get lazy and let themselves go. It’s always nice to meet someone who takes such good care of themselves.”
As she stepped inside the man took her hand in his, gently guiding her into the room. She couldn’t help but glance at his muscular torso a few more times, though she tried not to be too obvious about it. Some clients liked the demure, innocent types and until she found out what Reginald wanted she would stay on the safe side, neither acting too innocent or too slutty.
"...look at you, lookin all fine. Can i get you a drink?"
He moved behind her and she heard the door shut a second before he rushed past her again this time in the direction of the mini bar on the other side of the room. She had noticed the sweat dotting the exposed parts of his body and as he moved past her she could smell the faint musky odor that was natural to most men. Of course most of the men she met used way too much cologne for her to catch the scent. It was a nice scent, one she associated with men who worked hard and took care of themselves. As she admired Reginald’s body in motion a bit of the small towel covering him flapped away from his body and she caught site of his cock. She would have been impressed if it had been that size hard and the fact that it was still soft and that big made her both nervous and excited. She had been with a few guys who had been well-endowed but she was guessing Reginald had a few inches on even them. The moment had already come and gone by the time Aria realized she was still staring as she thought and Reginald was looking at her expectantly. Pulling her gaze back up to his face she smiled and moved to join him at the bar.
“A rum and coke would be wonderful Reginald. So I hear you used to be a big football star? I can see that even though you’ve retired you keep yourself in very good shape. That’s very refreshing; so many men get lazy and let themselves go. It’s always nice to meet someone who takes such good care of themselves.”
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slowest rp thread ever.
Role playing board is that way -->.
Role playing board is that way -->.
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LOL, well it'll probably just be easier to cut and paste what I PM'd Mecha a minute ago, so here is the explanation:
Yeah I know the role playing board is the other way...but one of the SRP mods moved this thread (and at least one or two others) from the SRP forum to the general board and so far nobody has had any luck in getting in touch with any of the mods to move it back. Sorry, we really have been trying to get it fixed, they also closed one of our threads...not sure what's going on exactly.
Yeah I know the role playing board is the other way...but one of the SRP mods moved this thread (and at least one or two others) from the SRP forum to the general board and so far nobody has had any luck in getting in touch with any of the mods to move it back. Sorry, we really have been trying to get it fixed, they also closed one of our threads...not sure what's going on exactly.
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Its Bush.Jenn1982 said:
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Jenn1982 said:You may be right, we had to do that with the closed thread. I will mention it to the the guy who started this thread and hopefully we can just start a new one and solve the problem. Sorry for all the confusion
It's not your fault, i feel bad ya'll are having such a hard time with this shit. Someone needs their ass kicked for messing with ya'lls threads.
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pink_ said:
Aww thanks
Yeah it has been trying to say the least but I'm sure we'll get it all straightened out or at least just start the threads over on the SRP board. With a board this big you kind of have to understand that it's hard for the Mods or admins to be able to help everyone right away, I'm sure they've been getting tons of PM's from everyone else who's threads got messed with. Thanks again for you guys being so understanding and hopefully you won't see anymore of me
Paendragon
AmPic and SRP Moderator
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Some spammer hacked into SweetP4U's mod account, changed her passwords (also Yahoo account) and has been fucking around with stuff. Laurel knows about it, and is in the process of correcting.
PM another mod in another forum, and they can remove it back to where it's supposed to be.
PM another mod in another forum, and they can remove it back to where it's supposed to be.
Paendragon
AmPic and SRP Moderator
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No problem.Jenn1982 said:Oh ok, I'll do that now, thanks!
Sweet has been tearing her hair out at the roots, and is using a secondary account while it gets straightened out.
