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Post by EightTailFox on May 31, 2017 19:12:18 GMT -5
"Well since you asked," Janet replies coyly as she fishes out her phone. She flicks it on and loads up the photo gallery. She keeps up a poker face as adjusts the brightness to keep others from easily seeing the phone screen. She shorts through the galleries to find the right day. She gets up so she can hold the phone for him to see it. Leans over him, arms to either side to make sure no one else can get a good look at the phone's screen. She rests her head on his neck and shoulder as she operates the phone.
The very first picture of the slide show was not what she expected. It was of her sprawled asleep on the locker room bench wearing nothing but a generous coating of baby oil. Legs spread by the bench and back arched by a folded towel, and the pic as framed to give a clear view from her feet up. Next was a zoomed in pic of only the upper half of her followed up by a thigh up taken from above, someone must of stood on the bench to get the height needed. A side view, someone moved Jans limp hand between her legs so it looked like the dingo was touching herself. She fast forwards through the gallery. There was 20 more pics of other flight attendants doing lewd things solo, in pairs, and from the brief flash... in a group. A photo of a sign reading 'should we have waken you for the fun?'
Finally it was the pic she was expecting. A selfie of her in covered by the towel and holding up the skimpy bikini. Another of her posing like a supermodel wearing the barely there bikini. The bikini covered barely half of what a normal one would cover in front, over half of her modest breast was exposed for the flowers only covered the areola with the stem forming the back strap, the normal outline of a bikini was traced out in leaves and string. Between the legs the flower was only just adequate to fully cover the lips of the privates the stem going between the legs to serve as the thong back. A third pic had Jan now wearing a shear robe that did little to hide what she was wearing underneath as the dingos knees are up by her ears and it was still covering her bottom.
The next was a series of her posing in front of the plane. The more pics are of the other nubile flight attendants doing their solo poses. There was a few of the group posing in front of the plane. Next is a pic of Jan posing like the captain with while making a heart in front of her privates. Another was of a post card pushed down the front with the words 'wish you were here' clearly visible. The next series of pics are of Jan being entertaining with a few of the other flight attendants by sharing the same reclined chair. The bikinis never came off but hands certainly went places. The last pic proved that the flower did fully cover the important bits from below.
The phone was apparently stolen again as she had to mute the video of her in the shower. "I think I need to actually borrow those golf clubs... I have a scheduled colonoscopy for Lilia the next time I meet her." She leaves the now silent video running of her washing herself under the water. She skips to the next item though when she spots that her hand was going between her legs for something other than washing. The next pic is something she expected, a pic of a tomboyish flight attendant with her face buried between Jan legs. She fast forwards through the rest of the relaxation and massaging.
The next two pics is of her stretching bottomless in just a lacy green bra. She almost has panties her back panties on in the next. The tight fitting no-line black panties are fully on in the third as she was grabbing her normal cloths from the locker. "Maybe I need add a lock code to my phone." Janet whispers into Dave's ear with a chuckle.
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Post by Mister Karma on Jun 1, 2017 17:39:46 GMT -5
Nice...lewd pics of his daughter. Exactly what I want to see on a night out. The hell did I do to the family by not being there? Pic after pic, it was either her scantily dressed, completely naked or in some kind of near sexual encounter. Well, he did ask for it. Dave took a glance over at Sasha for a few seconds, gaping slightly as if words were caught in his throat. You could say cat got his tongue, but neither Tam nor Myr were here. He had his own tongue, and he was saying, I was born on a pirate--SHIT! Then again, should this have come as a shock to him? She worked for the Archives'. Archives' was an organization that was really loose on fraternizing rules. he even partook in it from time to time and he wasn't even technically part of their ranks.
His only real action he could take was let it roll off his shoulders; to be fair, during his early days with Sasha and Rose, he kind of bred this behavior to begin with. They even planned on teaching any kids they talked about having about where babies came from through a hands-on means. God, was Dave on some kind of crack back then? Possibly, given the people he knew. "Maybe I need add a lock code to my phone," Janet whispered into Dave's ear, getting only the slightest of chuckles from him. Dave brought up one hand and gently lowered the smartphone screen-down towards the table before anyone else in the area decided to take a peek.
"We can do naughty picture trade on the way home," Dave whispered back, fighting off a grin. "Council's just as crazy, but we don't want these Hellion workers here knowing that. You got my word." Finally the grin came through, and he just shook his head at himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Make the code like...69ingchipmunks or some shit they can't guess, you won't have nearly as many troubles," he laughed. 69ingchipmunks...where the hell did he pull that code from?
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Post by EightTailFox on Jun 1, 2017 22:04:32 GMT -5
Janet takes the phone back to its home screen. "Well they like nuts so I wouldn't be surprised." Janet replies. "I'm sure I can come up with something that works." Jan laughs and heads back around the table. She puts her hand over the top to put out the flames, the drink has been burning way to long as it is. She sips the drink and wonders what she should get next. Probably a Long Island. ... or Three Mile Island.
Sasha wiggles her toes to get Dave's attention then licks the cream off her face from the blow job. "Should see the family vacation pics then." Sasha teases.
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Post by Mister Karma on Jun 6, 2017 4:31:41 GMT -5
"Maybe on the ride back home," Dave reassured as he returned his focus to Sasha's feet. Unconsciously he started playing piggy with her wiggling toes, watching her wipe the whipped cream off her face. Not like it was going to make any difference, he chuckled darkly to himself. The sight was already seen by him, in more ways than one. Several nights, even.
They had already hit controversial subject matter for discussion, and Dave had tons on the nobles, just as much as they had tons on him. The difference was they could spew the stuff to any listening ear and Dave wouldn't deny it; he could leave behind a nuclear holocaust in his wake, and own up to it. Anyone like Gilgrim, Hoteph or even Vlad needed to hang back for a few weeks, think up a damn good lie to protect their image, and hope the public ate it up. Well, have you ever wondered why credible lords like them in the past have suddenly become jokes? The no-nonsense attitudes of the five up top, from Lord Itachi Kumaria himself down to Lady Azura, kept things (mostly) transparent. However, the controversies Dave had in mind for tonight weren't anything vocational.
"We did a bathing suit day ourselves a few weeks back," Dave said in aside, voice low so only the dingoes could hear him. He grinned and shifted his glance between them. "Ever wonder what Alastar looks like in nothing more than a speedo? It's hilarious, and the guy was totally flaunting it."
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Post by EightTailFox on Jun 6, 2017 22:31:50 GMT -5
"Got the pics to prove it?" Sasha asks. "I bet you can rock a banana sling shot" Janet says. She says poking at her phone. "Probably in hot pink." She chuckles and starts up a silent play of some kind of tower defense RPG.
"I think should one of those asymmetric ones that are like a one sided jockstrap garter." Sasha comments back. "Banana leaf, no other leaf would be big enough to cover him." Janet counters. "Elephant sock. Shove the junk in the trunk and have the a tie hang down to cover the rest." the older dingo jokes. "badger, badger, badger... Argh! Snake, a snake! Snaaake! A snaaaake, oooh its a snake!" Janet sings back. "So a trouser snake with with tie?" Sasha chuckles.
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Post by Mister Karma on Jun 9, 2017 3:24:18 GMT -5
"I do," Dave replied just as slyly, threatening to tickle Sasha's feet with a few more than gentle strokes of his claws. "I'll send you a select amount and show you the rest on the limo ride home, how's that?" he finished, quickening his claws over her smooth skin. A hot pink speedo on him...no, that would not do. It needed yellow stripes! No banana sling was complete without a trademark banana color. Sasha and Janet went into a conversation in regards to his junk right after, Dave only chuckling and rolling his eyes to himself as he listened in.
"I think should one of those asymmetric ones that are like a one sided jockstrap garter." Sasha comments back. "Banana leaf, no other leaf would be big enough to cover him." Janet counters. "Elephant sock. Shove the junk in the trunk and have the a tie hang down to cover the rest." the older dingo jokes. "badger, badger, badger... Argh! Snake, a snake! Snaaake! A snaaaake, oooh its a snake!" Janet sings back. "So a trouser snake with with tie?" Sasha chuckles
"Now, Janet, how would you know the size of my junk? Didn't I slip you silence money to forget that truth or dare night?" Dave joked at his daughter. He continued after a couple of seconds, "I mean, they're not bad choices of cock cover, but I always imagined just getting a little graduation hat and gown for it. Its graduation ceremony was long overdue." He grinned fondly at the memory after independence was won. He and Terza were on a hill overlooking the nearby river where the family and the rest of the Continental Army were shooting off their fireworks, celebrating their success. A sweet, warm wind blew over them with a hint of gunpowder. No blood. Just the kind of firework smell they wanted. Well, the two canines had their own idea of fireworks that night, so much so that they ended up almost rolling down the opposite side of the hill. They were virgins at the time, after all. "Were" being the operating word here. "Bang Class of 1776, baby," he chuckled, the double entendre completely intended.
Dave took a quick peek over at the bar, nose twitching to try and pick up any scents of freshly cooked food. Unfortunately, given the demanded meals, all the smells were muddled, and his instinct backfired on him. Oh, well. They placed their order not even ten minutes ago--wait a minute, Baldric was approaching them holding a large platter, hand upright with the plate in the palm of his hand. Finally, the appetizers!
"Your meals will be right out, friends," Baldric said cheerfully as he set the loaded appetizer platter down in front of them. "Any refills on your drinks?"
Dave shrugged. "I'm set, not like anything here can get me drunk," he replied with a tinge of disappointment. Not even Sasha's mixed drinks could send the strong-livered wolf into a stumbling blackout stupor. Baldric laughed, understanding the wolf lord's root of disappointment; the Cruxis lineage was known for keeping down its liquor well.
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Post by EightTailFox on Jun 12, 2017 14:50:46 GMT -5
"I don't know what your talking about. You're hung well enough to give a horse a case of envy. At least that's what all the rumors claim." Janet jokes.
"So what about the ladies?" Sasha asks. "All this beef cake... I want cheese cake. Anything good on the other end?"
"Yeah. A Three Mile Island Ice Tea and a Tropical Getaway." Janet orders reaching over to grab one of the wings.
"I don't know ... hmm I think I'm up for a Sex with the Bartender and a Caribbean Threesome" Sasha says and shifts to set normally at the table again. The dingo helps herself to a loaded potato skin.
"Think he could handle it." She asks smiling at the waiter. "Maybe rope you in as well." Sas teases.
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Post by Mister Karma on Jul 4, 2017 0:36:13 GMT -5
Dave only arched an eyebrow at Janet's remark. He could question where she heard these rumors, but in Archives', word got around fast about a good lay. Itachi used to be the one the organization would praise way back in the day, though that was probably an exaggeration on a certain busty tigress's part. Once Tam gave the green light on polyamory, that was it. Women flocked to the Cruxis couple faster than birds heading South for the rare chilly winter. He smirked at the memories of the past three decades, of how quickly the women who enjoyed the fox lord were suddenly brought to Heaven before relishing the heat of Hell inside them by the wolf lord. Don't get me started on their time with the lion queen...
"Let's not feed the rumor mill anymore than it's already been fed, hon," Dave said with a dismissive wave. "Pretty soon, people will be telling tall tales of our sexploits, and not enough about our family itself. We wanna keep C cups at C cups, foot longs at foot longs, and be remembered for how much ass we can kick."
"So what about the ladies?" Sasha asks. "All this beef cake... I want cheese cake. Anything good on the other end?" Dave blinked; he didn't even send Sasha the pics yet! How'd she get a hold of them? Or was she cold reading him again? "You'll see when we get in the limo," Dave teased with a wink and smirk. "Patience, my dear."
Baldric wrote down the drink orders while Dave grabbed up some calamari rings with a fork, pondering what he'd want for a drink. "You know what, maybe add a Mountain Dew to that, please," he added. Baldric smiled and wrote in the extra soda. he glanced at the lady's lewd joke, smile never faltering.
"Now I can't do that to the good lord," he said with a shake of his head and hearty chuckle. "That's your business, after all." He set his notepad away in his apron before giving a barely noticeable bow of his head. "Your drinks will be out shortly, friends."
As the gentleman left the table for the bar, Dave withheld his own chuckle. "You're gonna gimme a heart attack by the end of the night," he told Sasha, his laughter slipping through his words. Despite all this, he could already feel the stress of the last few weeks' events melting away, like a giant weight was slowly being lifted from his shoulders. Fun times like the good ol' days with the beautiful dingo, just different occupations on all fronts. Plus an adult daughter.
That was something Dave still needed to wrestle with...
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Post by EightTailFox on Jul 14, 2017 20:36:48 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure you help make some C-cups, D-cups" Sasha says cupping her own assets. "And I rather spank and plunder asses than kick them" Sasha says with a smirk. She helps herself to some of the squid as well. "Drive a fat sword nice and deep and make them scream out for more."
"You left your sword at home though" Janet teases before helping herself to a slider.
"I always pack extras" Sasha says smirking at Dave. "I just don't wear it all the time, its to big and stiff and the way it ruins the line of my pants causes people to look at me funny" she chuckles. She tries the tots.
"Tuck it down the inside of one leg like I do. Makes it easy to access the controls on the more boring flights" Janet says. She decides to help herself to some of the squid as well. "Anything like a pant less Tuesday?" She asks. "Or topless Thursday?"
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Post by Mister Karma on Jul 20, 2017 3:23:37 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure you help make some C-cups, D-cups. Drive a fat sword nice and deep and make them scream out for more," Sasha replied suggestively. Her boob groping wasn't helping Dave's eyes keeping focused on the people around them. Why were Australian women so kinky? "So, basically recapping our first night?" Dave joked with his own smirk.
"You left your sword at home though" Janet teases before helping herself to a slider.
"I always pack extras" Sasha says smirking at Dave. "I just don't wear it all the time, its to big and stiff and the way it ruins the line of my pants causes people to look at me funny"
"You'll never match the real thing, anyway," Dave teased back. "Neither of you. Remember what I said to you, Janet, when you walked in on my Oh Long Johnson dare. 'One day, you too will have one like this.'"
"Tuck it down the inside of one leg like I do. Makes it easy to access the controls on the more boring flights" Janet says. She decides to help herself to some of the squid as well. "Anything like a pant less Tuesday?" She asks. "Or topless Thursday?"
"Well, the swimsuit day was more because we were sick of the heat," Dave began, helping himself to his own share of the tater tots. "Granted, we're Hellion lords and we're supposed to be toughened against this heat. But we decided, 'You know what? Lucifer ain't around to tell us how we can and can't dress. The No-Beard Clause is gone completely.' Not that most of us sensible lords would follow such ridiculously specific and controlling codes." He paused, giving himself time to process the tots before continuing. "So me, Itachi, Azura, an ecstatic Alastar and a reluctant Falken all fell into agreement. Lords should be able to have fun at work just like the businesses established throughout Gehenna. Thus, Swimsuit Day was born." Dave choked back a laugh at the thought of Gilgrim and Hoteph scoffing off the notion. He recalled such participation was mandatory, and if the lords who showed up weren't dressed in their swimwear, they'd be ignored entirely. That was quite possibly the only reason why Falken conceded. That, and Dave placed his mental money on the fact that the coyote lord wanted to show off his German flag trunks.
"If we did Topless Thursday or Pantless Tuesday, Gilgrim and Hoteph would have some serious issues with that," he finished on that explanation, smiling fondly at the theoretical situation of the nobles having greivances at trivial matters. "Such complaints from them would be hilarious. 'What you two are doing is unprofessional and unbecoming of nobility. Have more pride!'" he said, mimicking the haughty and pompous Hoteph Kemat Elshinnawy, right down to her emphasis on certain words and up-nose glare. Even his voice distorted to match her tone and pitch, a common trait of any powerful demon. "Like, what are ya gonna do, poison us? Tseh. My body can handle the deadliest of toxins. 'S in my genes...and yours, too, Jan.
"Oh, and Gilgrim....heh...he'd try and stab me first before pummeling Itachi. Over Tye Dye Tie Friday, no less!"
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Post by EightTailFox on Jul 22, 2017 14:10:53 GMT -5
"Neither of you. Remember what I said to you, Janet, when you walked in on my Oh Long Johnson dare. 'One day, you too will have one like this.'"
"Well there is always the magics." Jan comments. "Turn turn ourselves into a guys." "But the real thing is so messy and there that risk of accidents. Don't think Janet needs a sis ... or be the mother of her sister." Sas jokes. "A sis with a leopard tail... well yeah I don't want to ruin the teenage dream body with kids yet." Jan quips back. "Though ... do wonder if you get the famous Cruxis size as a guy" Sasha muses. "Yeah ... no ... That was only funny once ... I'm not running around in yoga pants and horse meat down one leg again. Even if its my own wolf meat this time. I walk funny enough with a strap on swinging around. I don't need a attached pendulum to swing around." "always jock straps or why fronts ... run it between your legs." "I don't think dad wants bang you with his male-daughter as the other half of the sandwich."
"Oh, and Gilgrim....heh...he'd try and stab me first before pummeling Itachi. Over Tye Dye Tie Friday, no less!"
"so no days where you come to work with your meat hanging loose and on display. Settle once and for all who's the biggest, and end the day with a giant group orgy of all the lords ladies and the staff." Sasha chuckles. "In the council chamber itself?" "Sure why not." Sas smirks.
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Post by Mister Karma on Aug 13, 2017 19:01:45 GMT -5
"No, sadly no days like that," Dave dismissed with a smirk and a shrug. "There's still the astigmatism behind nobles coming in wearing loincloths. Lasair came in wearing one one council meeting, and Hoteph went out of her way to ensure all of her ideas, as excellent as they were, were shot down and unable to go through on paper. All because of wardrobe choice." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and silently scoffing at the memory. "Makes ya wonder how Archives' expects several of our nobles to take even dancers seriously, when yous guys are pretty much considered upper-middle class in their hierarchy. "That's another cool thing about Archives, you literally have no lower-mid or poor classes," Dave mused, leaning back and folding his hands over his stomach. He drummed his fingers of one hand over the top of the other in deep thought. "Is it considered conflict of interest if a Hellion noble joins your ranks...?" he thought out loud.
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Post by EightTailFox on Aug 21, 2017 14:12:36 GMT -5
Sasha waves a cheese stick at Dave. "There kind of is," she replies, "after all there is always those that can't manage their money well or lack the power for higher paying missions. The payout from even a low level mission is more than adequate, though, to cover a miser quite a while. And well even then you can get yourself pretty well kitted out with just hand me downs. Always someone who is re gearing and don't really want to keep there weapons and armor from 20 years ago."
"Or is remodeling and would totally dump a room's worth of furniture onto you to get it out of the way." Janet cuts in. "One poor sod got a house worth of furniture once." she chuckles. The girl takes a sip of her drink.
Sasha continues. "Class and rank are also not related to the other in the group. You can be high rank and still live like a hobo on the streets roasting meats over a flaming trash barrel. I mean there's Nathanial and Kuro. The woodsman mechanic hasn't bought a new suit in 80 years though I doubt there is much of the original under all the patches. And well that black cat just spends his days fishing and living out of a small hut. Despite the rocking urban loft he has in the city."
"Is it considered conflict of interest if a Hellion noble joins your ranks...?" "I can't really see why not. At least not a conflict on our side. Hell probably see it as a conflict of interests." Sasha answers with a shrug. She goes for a jalapeƱo popper.
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Post by Mister Karma on Aug 24, 2017 5:28:23 GMT -5
"Hell probably see it as a conflict of interests," his wife explained briefly before nomming on a jalapeno popper. What she stated was probably true, not so much from Itachi's perspective, but from the rest of the Court's. Falken, while not a huge fan of the old ways, was still stubborn when it came to outside help. Then there was the terrible trio, the aforementioned Hoteph and Gilgrim, complete with Vlad, who did everything in their power to make sure every task remained in their own interests. Nevermind the fear and general hesitation the rest of the nobles had whenever they even heard Silver's name in any Council meeting. They forgot that the Cruxis clan was preserved and saved through her efforts, for the right moment when a surviving child of Zeron would return to Hell and restore the family to its former glory.
Dave was about to speak when Baldric returned with a tray of the drinks. Each patron received their order before the old wolf added cheerfully, "Your meals will be right out. They should be cooked to your liking!" "Thanks!" was all Dave had to say enthusiastically before sipping his Mountain Dew. As the wolf left, Dave continued. "Given the shit we're dealing with recently, I feel it's time we have to expand our reaches," he explained. "We can't just snub outside help, or even the possibility of joining forces internally. Which is cool about my standing in the Council, I can do literally anything and it will be justified." Another sip. "Besides, it's kinda hard these days not to be directly involved when three of my mates and my oldest daughter are insiders themselves," the lord added with a smirk and wink.
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