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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Sept 3, 2013 22:06:05 GMT -8
| F rom the balcony window, he saw the pool shimmering several feet below and full of people sunbathing or splashing about. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to even find himself a guest in one of those overprice Hollywood apartment. A giddiness filled the young waitress as he turned to look around the place. Everything was high-end and shining. This was the sort of place he imagine he’d live in yet was always somehow out of his reach for one reason or another.
Now he was standing in living room, too afraid to sit down on the white couches. Somehow he hit the jackpot by catching the eye of the pretty redhead. Girl had never quite given him the gratification he wanted when he dated them, but there was something different with this woman. She wasn’t interested in dating him. No, their relationship was more akin to an owner and her pet. He didn’t mind being the pet at all, as long as he was pampered. “Sparks? What’s taking so long?"
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Post by SPARKS on Sept 21, 2013 12:59:58 GMT -8
Sparks came out of her bedroom yawning, stretching and wondering what Kittim was going on about. She made a sound that pretty much said that she was not in the mood to deal with anyone. Just a few minutes ago she had been sleeping, not giving any care to what time it was. She walked from her bedroom to the kitchen, poured herself some black coffee and added a whole bunch of sugar. She ignored Kittim as she sipped her coffee and looked around her kitchen for something to snack on. Finally after finding a blueberry muffin she looked at Kittim for the first time she she came out of her room. ”What is it? Did we have something planned today that I forgot about, or are you just here for no reason?”
It wasn’t impossible that Sparks could have promised to spend the day with Kittim, in fact half the things she would promise the boy were left to being forgotten or reminded about later. At least Kittim’s need to be spoiled was so strong that the boy hardly ever gave up on any of Sparks’ “promises”. She took a seat on the couch and propped her feet on the closest coffee table. She was still in her sleeping clothes, a tank-top and some male boxers. What could she say? Guy boxers were rather comfortable and were just fun to sleep in.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 15, 2013 19:41:50 GMT -8
| A frown curled on the golden haired cross dresser’s glossy lips. Had she forgotten? Obviously she had if she had to ask why he was there! But he liked Sparks so he pushed aside his irritation for the moment. “You really forgot?” He pouted. “You invited me over so here I am. You didn’t really say what we were doing though.” With a careless shrug of his shoulder, he moved to take a seat next to her. Any concerns he had about sitting on her perfect couches was instantly forgotten.
“I could leave if you like, but I was really hoping to spend time with you like you said we would.” His long, girlish eyelashes fluttered. Kittim’s ego demanded her attention. Sparks had always been willing to deal with him and even give him the attention he loved. At times, she even reminded him of his sisters in the way she’d dress him up and show him off like a prized poodle. He loved every second of it, even if he felt like her pet more often than not.
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SPARKS
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: December 21st 1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Information Trader
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Post by SPARKS on Feb 18, 2014 19:10:37 GMT -8
So she had promised him something, and once again she had forgotten what the something was, nevertheless here he was. Sparks yawned for the second time as she kept quiet, ate her muffin and thought about what reason she had to call him over. Then it hit her, yes, she remembered now, only really remembering when she noticed the set of keys on the coffee table. "Ah yes now I remember." She reached forward and took the keys and tossed them at Kittim.
"I decided that you should live here, you know that spare bedroom, the one you called cute cause it had all that frilly pink to it? Its yours, if you take me up on my offer. I mean my place got to be better then where ever you are staying now, and having you here makes things more lively for me. Only thing you would have to do, is stay quiet about my work, and be my maid, with a cute outfit to go with it. Maybe in that waitress get up you use for that cafe, or would you rather we buy something else?" A pretty good deal, free food, living? Just to stay cute ad be her maid? Why not, Sparks doubt Kittim could deny her offer. Still if he did it wouldn't bother her too much, though she would still expect him to come around for her own entertainment. She might not be the biggest fan of dressing up, bout she loved being fawned over by Kittim whenever she offered to buy him something pretty.
"So what do you think?" She continued to sip her coffee an stayed relaxing on the couch, not in the mood to even get up and change yet.
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