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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:22 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau Not shameless cher, simply confidant. *begins to grind hips up against Greer* Sweetie, you can flex your a** up to my room. 3nodding
Night, Grayson. *waves bye with her tail*
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:26 pm
*Noses around Greer.*
What's the kitty doin?
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:28 pm
Attempting to attract a mate.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:33 pm
Greer wants to have kittens? eek
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:33 pm
*the music stops and a shrug of the shoulders*
Aw what the hell?
*whips the black, leather pants off and struts around in tight, black bikini briefs*
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:35 pm
*grabs Patsy and pulls her closer* Watch and learn.
Raven, you and I both know you want in on this too. wink Join in baby!Mssr Remy LeBeau Greer Nelson *opens the baby oil bottle and pours some over Remy's chest*
Come get some ladies. *stuffs the $20 down the front of his pants* *takes Greer's hands and rubs the oil in...
Raven turns the music up and Remy grinds his hips harder and pops the belt buckle* *glances down at her oil slick hand, then notices his belt undone*... eek Decisions, decisions.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:36 pm
Patsy Walker Greer wants to have kittens? eek I am soo going to kill you for that...after I stop laughing. blaugh
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:36 pm
*Chuckles and sips her rum and coke.* Remember the restrictions, boy we don't want the K to tha Pow to get locked up for a stripping Cajun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:38 pm
*hands Greer a jar of Hershey's syrup* Time to stop thinking my dear and just go with your instincts* wink
*notices Remy in his tiny briefs and looks at clipboard*
Hm...Greer thought a thong...Raven thought boxers...who said briefs? Oh! Patsy wins the bet!
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:39 pm
Raven_Darkholme *Chuckles and sips her rum and coke.* Remember the restrictions, boy we don't want the K to tha Pow to get locked up for a stripping Cajun. Well, if we were to be shut down for anything, it should at least be something interesting.
Let's face it he was VERY interesting. twisted blaugh
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:41 pm
Ms Emma Frost *hands Greer a jar of Hershey's syrup* Time to stop thinking my dear and just go with your instincts* wink *notices Remy in his tiny briefs and looks at clipboard*Hm...Greer thought a thong...Raven thought boxers...who said briefs? Oh! Patsy wins the bet! (( Raven is completely immune to telepathy babe, even Xavier can't crack her. )) You girls have your fun, Raven doesn't share. I'll have mine later. *Downs her drink and heads off.*
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:43 pm
Raven_Darkholme Ms Emma Frost *hands Greer a jar of Hershey's syrup* Time to stop thinking my dear and just go with your instincts* wink *notices Remy in his tiny briefs and looks at clipboard*Hm...Greer thought a thong...Raven thought boxers...who said briefs? Oh! Patsy wins the bet! (( Raven is completely immune to telepathy babe, even Xavier can't crack her. )) You girls have your fun, Raven doesn't share. I'll have mine later. *Downs her drink and heads off.* Night, Raven. wink
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:44 pm
Raven_Darkholme *Chuckles and sips her rum and coke.* Remember the restrictions, boy we don't want the K to tha Pow to get locked up for a stripping Cajun. Wouldn't think of it Raven. *glides Greer's oil soaked fingers down his chest and smiles seductively*Besides, Greer can finish de job, no? wink *turns and heads for Greer's room*
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:47 pm
Night Raven. Mssr Remy LeBeau Raven_Darkholme *Chuckles and sips her rum and coke.* Remember the restrictions, boy we don't want the K to tha Pow to get locked up for a stripping Cajun. Wouldn't think of it Raven. *glides Greer's oil soaked fingers down his chest and smiles seductively*Besides, Greer can finish de job, no? wink *turns and heads for Greer's room*Hm. *arches eyebrows* Patsy won the bet but looks like Greer is taking home the prize.
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