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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 21:58:11 GMT -6
A few streets away from the club, Lady stopped for a moment to put a blindfold on Remy before continuing on to the club.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:08:09 GMT -6
Remy struggled and tried to shake it loose. She wanted to see, at least.
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:12:10 GMT -6
Lady finally walked into the club. She went upstairs to one of the VIP rooms, undoing the link between her arms and ankles and placing her on the bed.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:14:23 GMT -6
She struggled to move and try to gain vision, that was still too important.
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:19:32 GMT -6
Lady straddled Remy's waist, taking a firm grip and tearing her shirt and bra off and tossing them away. It was a little unconventional for Lady, but as they say, variety is the spice of life.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:27:24 GMT -6
Remy twisted and struggled. She had to get her arms free.
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:29:57 GMT -6
The jeans were going to be a problem. The leather bands binding Remy's legs were over the jeans. Lady touched the bands, having them move through the jeans so they were against Remy's skin, and tearing her jeans off a moment after.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:30:46 GMT -6
She tried to kick up at whoever this was. If nothing else she might be able to get some use out of a kick, especially while she still had shoes to give her some boost.
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:36:43 GMT -6
Lady caught her ankles, and pulled her shoes off, tossing them in the pile with the remains of her clothes. She turned around and began kneading at Remy's chest.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:39:04 GMT -6
Remy struggled, but she knew if she did that she'd only give this person even more to work with. But she couldn't just sit still...
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:42:23 GMT -6
Lady stopped for a moment, flipping Remy onto her stomach. She'd been practicing something, and touched the arm sheath, focusing. The sheath crept up, encompassing Remy's shoulders.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:44:29 GMT -6
She shuddered. What the hell was that? She hoped that was all she was on her stomach for...
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:46:57 GMT -6
Lady looked down, and found she'd managed to turn the sheath bright pink. Perfect. She thought to herself, before flipping Remy back onto her back, but only one hand returned to her chest. The other wandered close to her waist.
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Post by Remy Tylo on Oct 1, 2013 22:48:14 GMT -6
She let out muffled cries and tried to get her legs away from the hand.
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Post by Lady Bastian on Oct 1, 2013 22:52:57 GMT -6
Lady held her in place, tearing off Remy's panties and continuing to wander down near her groin, while her other hand worked Remy's chest.
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