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In these days of security cameras backed by facial recognition software, of millimeter-wave scanners, or constant electronic surveillance, who would ever consider any place as open and innocuous as a mall food court to be someplace dangerous?

Certainly none of the people casually moving in and out of area, who might feel a slight tingle at the back of their minds as they cross the food court's outer border, but they didn't see or hear or even do anything unusual while they were there, did they? No, everyone within that space is very clearly comfortable there, like the overweight young woman behind the Sbarro counter who was currently having her pussy eaten by her quarterback classmate who just the other day had mocked her in the school hallway. Or the career women at the corner table, spontaneously modeling their latest purchases from Victoria's Secret for one another, a fashion show that was quickly descending into a girl-on-girl tryst. Or the female security guard getting double-teamed by the teenage delinquents she'd been escorting out of the mall after catching them shoplifting.

And the one most clearly at ease with his surroundings was the handsome, dark haired man in the center of it all, sitting at a table with a beauty from Hot Dog on a Stick kneeling between his legs, the top of her brightly-colored uniform dress pulled down to her waist, and her equally garish hat bobbing up and down while she sucked his cock.

This man was the only one really watching, really seeing everything going on. And as such, he was the one who saw when she entered the zone of his control.

Date: 2017-03-10 04:39 am (UTC)
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Masane didn't think anything of why the girl was under the table or what she was doing down there, but she was still polite enough to give her a friendly nod as she moved to sit down nearby. As his attention returned to her, hers was drawn back to his like the pull of gravity.

"Yes, Sir." She tapped her finger on her chin, looking up and off to do the math in her head. "It's been a long time. A couple years I guess. My boss is nice and I'd love to date him but he seems a bit too wrapped up in things. Or he says the wrong thing and ruins the moment." She smiled and touched her bracelet. At least she knew he liked her for more than just this.

(ooc: sorry I keep mentioning the witchblade, it's not important to this rp but it's important to the question she was asked)

Date: 2017-03-10 09:39 pm (UTC)
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She smiled at the compliment. At least she thought it was a compliment? He was saying nice things but there was something off about it. Still, he was the one saying them so it felt good to her and it was too troublesome to think about.

"Hmm? Sure." She stood up and without much preamble started with her yellow shirt, tugging off the sports bra underneath as she went. Her breasts were ample and heavy as they came into view, the sports bra clearly serving as a poor replacement for something of better value and make. They also hung nicely as she bent at the waist to take down her jeans and panties. Soon she was standing naked in front of him, hands on her hips as she waited the appraisal of his inspection.

Date: 2017-03-19 09:01 pm (UTC)
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Masane could have put on a striptease if she wanted to, though it may have looked more clumsy on the outside than she thought it would. Despite her killer body she actually had little experience in using it that way. She had that odd combination of being blessed by genetics and having a sour and defiant personality. It was good Jason had ways of getting around that. For the moment she was taking his staring in stride, moreso than she would normally.

"Mmm yeah." Smiling at his compliment she inelegantly climbed onto the table, using the chair and then sitting down as opposed to any expert twirling. But soon she was sat in front of him, sitting crosslegged which wasn't ideal but still showing off as her hands began to fondle and squeeze her ample tits.

Date: 2017-04-05 03:52 pm (UTC)
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Masane nodded in answer to his question. In truth it did feel good, but at his words her cheeks grew flush and her body heated as she kept mauling and rubbing her breasts. Her hands swept in big circles, tugging them around, occasionally stopping to squeeze or to pinch a nipple. She gasped as she kept on playing with herself and as she did so she spread her legs to sit bow legged in front of him with her moistening pussy on display.

Much like the rest of her it was a lovely bit of humanity but not particularly groomed, her hair down below not overgrown but not artistically groomed either. Her gasps heightened as he watched her, the table rocking a bit as her hips began to sway and her plump rear squeaked on the tabletop.

Date: 2017-05-11 06:22 pm (UTC)
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Beggars couldn't be choosers when it came to random public mind control, but that was just how the world worked. Not to mention the fun to dragging people out of their usual comfort zones. As he talked to her, her eyes lit up and her smile widened. She began to go from simply making herself feel good to feeling good about what she was doing.

One hand kept on her breasts while the other slipped between her legs. She split her lips wide, plunging her fingers inside. She pumped her fingers in deep and twisting strokes, then shifting to rub the heel of her palm on her clit or rub across her lips. She'd bring it back up to lick the juices and leave her hand nice and clean before continuing, making a nice show of it while keeping eye contact with him the whole while. "Mnghmnmmmmm, so tasty~"

Date: 2017-06-04 07:44 pm (UTC)
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Masane was always a bit more reserved than she looked, but the Witchblade had a way of bringing out her inner lust, or perhaps it was the blade's own that was seeping into her own soul. Either way, as she got going Jason's powers certainly were letting more of it out and free.

She groaned around her fingers as he spoke, her tongue taking extra turns and twists to scoop of every drop of her own essence. Her other hand plunged faster, her rear scooting forward as she pushed her fingers into herself to the hilt, making sure he had a nice clear view. "Mnnnhh, mmmmmm. I'm glad you like it. But don't you want to do more? Watching me can't be enough. Don't you want to plunge your dick into my pussy? Or between my tits? I know everyone else does. Don't tell me you don't like my body?"

(ooc: saw your balloon cumplay prompt in the other byok post and I'm down with it if you want to include it)


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