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☆ PornStar ☆Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are a certified, in-demand pornstar. And that's all there really is to say on the matter. M!A: none

[yugiohslavic]

where

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are

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you

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You watch him for a moment before chuckling a bit, shifting a little as you grin at him, leaning your arm against the arm of the couch. 

"D’you want me t’reveal it or would you like to have the honors of doin’ so?" 

[exploitedbravado]

You eye him over without the least bit of shame, as if mulling the options over in your head.  Not that there was any real reason to.  You know exactly what you want to do to this man.

"Well, how am I gonna refuse an offer like that?"  You chuckle, moving onto your knees to straddle one of his legs.  You go for his hat first, setting it aside on the sofa so both your hands are free to push into his hair.  God damn, it's like baby soft.

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

"Well." You begin, tilting your head to the side just a little bit as you smile wider. "You wanted to see the lace didn’t you?" 

You glance down at his hand once he starts rubbing your inner thigh, your cheeks going light pink again. 

[exploitedbravado]

"I did.  You totally peeked my interest, Mr. Strider."  You say with a smile, slowly letting your hand slip from his thigh.

You sit upright again and tuck your hands between your own thighs, looking at him expectantly.  Hell, you even raise your eyebrow as if to say 'what are you waiting for'?  You are, after all, expecting a show now.

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You raise a brow and smile a bit. You hesitate for a moment before reaching up and pulling off your shades, setting them down on the arm of the couch, blinking a few times to let your eyes adjust. 

"Yeah, or we could do somethin’ else." 

[exploitedbravado]

"I'm okay with whatever."  You sigh, as if trying to play it off with some level of disinterest.  But, it's hard to hide how intrigued you are by the guy.

So, you follow it up with, "...  But, what did you have in mind?"

Without even so much as an answer, you're already a couple inches closer to him, your hand daring to dip it's fingers between his inner thighs, rubbing idly against the meat of his leg.

[memewhore]

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You shift your legs once you feel his hand against your thigh, a soft, somewhat content sigh escaping your lips. 

"I think yer helping right now to be honest."

[exploitedbravado]

You just squeeze his thigh a little before resuming the gentle touch, letting it fall back into idle as your attention turns to his face.  How is it even possible to be that handsome?  Shit.  Someone arrest this guy.  100 years dungeon.  In my bedroom.

"Oh?  Good.  So, are we just gonna sit here while I touch your leg, or?"  You trail off with a little snicker, leaning gently against his side.

[exploitedbravado]

hi mun here

i'm not rly feeling up to replies right now, i'm sorry i justt need to lay down so

whispers i'm sorry i'll get to the replies as soona si can i'm sorry skjgdlgkjhbhbhubhbh

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[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You push your shades up as you let out a little sigh. Yeah, you definitely looked like an idiot. Once you look up at him again, you notice his smile. And his smile definitely looks as if he was proud. And he probably was. 

"Maybe a little bit." 

[exploitedbravado]

You snicker quietly and lean up again, tilting your head when you look at him this time.  Nice and slow, you slide a hand onto his thigh, though your fingers only dare to dip between them for a second or so.

"Is there any way I can help you relax?"  You hum softly to him, your thumb rubbing gentle semi-circles against his thigh.

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You could feel your cheeks warming up and you smile nervously, looking off to the side for a moment. You really shouldn’t be this nervous, really, but you didn’t have any control over it. 

You didn’t really know how to reply, still kind of focused on other things. All you could do was chuckle a little bit and blush more. Goddamn, you probably looked like a cherry by now. 

[exploitedbravado]

"You look like you're going to explode."  You note, tilting your head in his direction.  Poor guy is red as a tomato, and you're pretty sure it's all your fault.  Which it is.  And you aren't even sorry.

Finally, you sit upright again and move closer to him, letting your thigh press briefly against his.  You lean back on your palms this time, smiling up at him as if you've done nothing wrong.

"Do I make you nervous, Bro?"

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You glance down at his legs and blush a bit more, staring for just a moment before looking up at his face. It takes you a moment or two to process what he says, your mind still on his legs. 

Once you do snap back to reality, you shrug a bit. “I dunno. I just felt like opening the door wearing lace underwear might be a li’l risky. What if one of the neighbors saw, y’know? That doesn’t mean they gotta stay covered up.” 

[exploitedbravado]

You know that look.  It makes you smile a little wider.  You lean a little towards him once his gaze finally makes it back to your face, raising an eyebrow as if to question him.  Not that you do.  At least not verbally.

"So?  Let them see and get jealous."  You hum, slowly sitting back with an air of nonchalance.  "As long as they don't unwrap my present, I mean."

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You watch him and chuckle a bit as he moves to adjust his glasses. Cute. When he sits down, you glance around the room for a moment before looking over at him. 

You reach up and readjust your shades for a moment before grinning a bit. “Oh trust me, there’s lace. It’s just, underneath a bit of clothes. Y’know.” 

[exploitedbravado]

You slide forward a bit to make your legs bend, letting your skirt droop down from your thighs and show that inch of bare skin between it and the tops of your stockings.  You might be a little nervous, but you're still good at this.  It's your job to look good.

"Why cover up a good thing?"  You purr, moving to rest your chin on the heel of your palm.  

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

Your cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush as you look at his outfit. Goddamn, he really did go all out. And he looked really really good. Once he moves inside, you close the door and turn around, your smile getting just a bit wider. 

You then move over to the couch and plop down, patting the spot next to you. “Pretty much, yeah.”

[exploitedbravado]

It takes a moment for you to register that he wants you to sit with him. With a nod, you go to push your glasses up but--shit, you forgot, you don't have them on!  Contacts are literal miracles.  But, now you look stupid.

You try and pass it off as a simple move to fix your hair, pushing your bangs aside as you go to take the offered seat.  You plop down, resting your feet partially on the coffee table in front of you.

"So..  No lace?  I gotta say, I'm kind of disappointed!"

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

You spent a little bit of time fixing your hair, as well as putting on some decent clothes (And the lace underwear you and John had talked about a few days ago). You then cleaned up the place a bit. 

Dave had gone out with a few friends earlier, so that was pretty convenient. 

Once everything was all neat and tidy, were about to sit on the couch and wait, but you heard knocking. You quickly moved over to the door and opened it, smiling at John. 

"Hey." 

[exploitedbravado]

You immediately smile when you see him, tucking a little stray hair behind your ear.  

"Hey."  You parrot, and shit, you can feel your cheeks warming up already.  He looks good.  Not done up with all the bells and whistles like you, but just..  Good.  Naturally.  Hell, you're actually staring at him before you finally come to your senses again.

Slipping by him, you let yourself into the apartment, setting your bag down on the floor as you saunter inside.  "Oh wow, it's pretty cozy..  Is it always this warm here?"

[exploitedbravado]

After some serious personal grooming, you finally pull your freshly pressed seifuku back on, patting the pleated skirt out a little.  It still fits you rather well, considering the last time you'd worn it was a year ago.  The panties are a little snug, but they're a must!  Maybe your butt is just getting big.  Shit.

You have to calm yourself down in front of the mirror, mumbling something motivational to yourself as you push a blue hairpin into place and apply your lipgloss.  As you've said before, you like to go "all out".  And every little touch just adds to the costume.

Once you've deemed yourself ready, you peek out of your dorm door.  No one in sight.  Awesome.  You make a mad dash for the transportalizer downstairs.  With a zap, you soon arrive at Bro's apartment with a curt (admittedly impatient) couple of knocks.

[exploitedbravado]

aaand ready. now, if only i had coordinates to go to…

cough.

[smuppetsamurai-deactivated20140]

—smuppetSamurai sent Coords.txt—

[exploitedbravado]

thaaank you!

[exploitedbravado]

aaand ready. now, if only i had coordinates to go to...

cough.