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Jan 25, 2005 19:41

Amy wasn't happy at all that I was leaving the hotel room in the middle of the day. She said she'd been feeling kind of nauseous since Jezebel left. Nervous. Worried that Jezebel was going to accidentally kill someone while cavorting around town. Plus, before I went to the lobby to call the Wolfram & Hart lady, Amy and I were kind of... at each ( Read more... )

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da_lilah January 29 2005, 04:12:36 UTC
After Tucker had agreed to come over, I'd thought long and hard about how I wanted to approach this meeting. Judging by his reactions on the phone, he was obviously losing control of the situation, and was extremely on edge. I'd need to make him feel at ease, give him a sense of security, that someone was indeed looking out for his best interests. Not that I planned on being some surrogate mommy figure, far from it. But softly, softly catchy monkey, as they say. I decided to dress in one of my smarter chanel suits, it was cut short enough to show my legs to advantage, but was sedate enough that Tucker wouldn't think this was anything but a business meeting, and bolt out the door before we'd even begun the negotations ( ... )

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bitter_brother January 29 2005, 05:30:39 UTC
There was something so in-control about her phone voice that I expected Lilah Morgan to be a lot older. Like, 80. I mean, she was probably halfway there, which qualified her as old and all, but... she wore it well.

"Thanks," I said, walking in and suddenly feeling really shabby in jeans and a t-shirt. Were my sneakers always this gross and immature? "And yeah, I'd love something to drink. Do you have a --"

I was going to say beer. But then I saw that she was pouring herself something that looked less fizzy and more expensive. "Oh, or, I'll take what you're having. If that's cool. Ms. uh... Morgan, right?"

I ran my hand through my hair and looked for a place to sit. I'd never been invited to a business meeting in a hotel room before. Or offered brandy by a milf in a short, business-y skirt. I kind of liked it.

"And yeah, I'm exhausted. Thanks for noticing," I scowled, electing to sit in the desk chair closest to the door. Just in case shit got weird.

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da_lilah January 30 2005, 01:25:38 UTC
"Thanks. And yeah, I'd love something to drink. Do you have a ----Oh, or, I'll take what you're having. If that's cool. Ms. uh... Morgan, right?"

"Please, call me Lilah." I offered, affording him another casual smile while I poured his brandy.

"And yeah, I'm exhausted. Thanks for noticing," I noticed that he'd chosen the chair closest to the door. Smart cookie. I brought him over his drink, and then took my own seat in a plush armchair nearby ( ... )

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bitter_brother January 30 2005, 02:42:05 UTC
I don't know. I liked her. She was straight-forward. I appreciate people who don't fuck around and get to their point quickly. I took a slug of whatever she gave me to drink and wheezed as soon as it passed my tonsils. Good god. Collecting myself, I glanced at her ankles and tried to think about something other than sex for five fucking seconds. This was important. People who didn't fuck around. People who got to their point quickly. They were good. Especially women-shaped people ( ... )

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bitter_brother January 30 2005, 10:41:26 UTC
I listened to her as she made her calls. She really, really wasn't fucking around. There was the word "commando" used, for fuck's sake. All the while, she kept her right hand on my thigh, slowly squeezing it like she was someone's dirty auntie. It was hot ( ... )

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da_lilah January 30 2005, 23:12:25 UTC
"Are you going to kill her?"

He pulled my hand over onto his erection. This one didn't waste any time, and I was sure he'd be the sort who was all eager to get out of the starting gate. I could probably teach him a thing or two about how to last the distance. If I felt so inclined.

"No, not right away. We'll probably turn her over to the Research and Development division. Study her, learn more about her powers and how to wield them safely." I replied, and then sucked in a breath when his tongue made its way along the hollow of my throat. I rubbed my fingers gently but firmly along his hardened shaft, already there was a dampness coming through the fabric.

"And, are you going to be my supervisor? Because I sure the fuck wouldn't mind working under you."I gave Tucker a wicked grin and widened my thighs slightly, inviting him to move his hand even further up my leg. I leaned over and sucked and nipped at the base of his throat before tilting my head to whisper in his ear ( ... )

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bitter_brother January 31 2005, 00:15:56 UTC
Goddamn it. So busted. It could have been worse, though. It could have been Amy calling. Although my head had been lifted to continue looking at Lilah Morgan's ridiculously well-kept up body, I sighed and lowered it back down to the tile ( ... )

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da_lilah January 31 2005, 02:20:40 UTC
He was trying to deflect my annoyance with a hint that he was a bad seed, it was a nice little manipulation so I played along. After all, what did I really care if he had one girlfriend or a dozen waiting for him in the dorms? Curious though, that he'd chosen one of the other candidates on my list of hopefuls. Things could get interesting with those two, especially if they both had a competitive streak.

"I've been doing my best, but I think I have a lot to learn, still."I obligingly unhooked the front of my bra, and slipped the slender straps off of my shoulders, flinging the bra away from me before leaning down again, my naked breasts brushing tantalizingly against his bare chest. He tried to lift his head to look, but I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged it back down to the tiles forcefully ( ... )

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bitter_brother January 31 2005, 05:20:12 UTC
I was into it. I mean, it was weird, but it was kind of kinky and... yeah, I was into it. Mostly, I was trying to maintain, but Lilah was pretty good at keeping me on the edge ( ... )

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witch_amy January 31 2005, 05:59:37 UTC
I’m sure I breathed an audible sigh of relief when Lilah told me things were being taken care of. I mean, come: retrieval squad? You couldn’t ask for much more than that. I grabbed a pen out of my purse and some hotel stationary to quickly jot down the information on where she wanted to meet and whatnot. The entire time, I kept getting those little feedback shocks, managing to cover almost all of them, but there was still something different about these, which was just lovely, cause yeah- really not the time for things to get even weirder. From the tone of everything, I was assuming Lilaj wanted to meet now. Which was great, cause yeah, the sooner, the better, but... I bit my lip a bit at that thought. Tucker still wasn’t back. I mean, I could always leave him a note, he did go off and leave me first after all, but I would hate to have to do that. I had just been about to begin some profuse thanking when Lilah said there was someone who wanted to speak with me. Turns out it was Tucker ( ... )

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bitter_brother February 1 2005, 00:51:16 UTC
Holding my breath and staring at the ceiling, I listened to Amy give me the third degree. Lilah was doing something extremely indulgent to me at the same exact moment that Amy's questions dried up, so it took a second for me to respond. When I did, I put my hand to the side of Lilah's head, hoping to steady her movements and keep her from doing something that might me, say, yell into the phone.

"Yeah, I uh... she, uh, Ms. Morgan called the dorms looking for me and wanted to set up a --" I coughed and exhaled my held breath, trying to inhale as slowly and quietly as I could. "I've been here. I was... I was checking it out and -ahem- yeah, I'll explain more later. Because you are coming here, right? We'll talk when you get here... okay ( ... )

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da_lilah February 1 2005, 08:10:25 UTC
Tucker was having a tough time holding it together while talking to Amy on the phone. The look he gave me, as I continued to go down on him, was a touch angry, but I could tell he was excited by it too. When he finished off the call, he tossed my phone into the other room. Hey, that was an expensive phone, buster. But I was too busy having fun with his penis to make an issue out of it.

Then I found myself being unceremoniously pushed backwards and off of him, and he was grabbing at me roughly, his fingers digging painfully into my upper arms. Tucker was obviously wanting some pay-back for the trick I'd played on him. Things were getting interesting.

"That was so fucked up. Totally uncalled for.""And you loved every second of it, that grin on your face tells me so." I retorted back, tilting my head and smirking at him unrepentingly ( ... )

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