Hello ~ Need a lift?

This is my first post in this forum and I would like to invite you to join in the fun.

That means its not a closed story. The more the merrier.

I've only read a few Role Plays plus the rules, and feel ready to go.

I'll be back later today and on Monday to see what fun we can have. It will be nice to see how you've set me up.

Limodrivinslut trys to be good, but can get pretty nasty sometimes. Drugs, anal sex and physical abuse are not terribly exciting, but fun to joke around with.

Ask the chauffer questions about her clients and many a tale will unfold. Call her up to come get you somewhere and enjoy the long way there. Bring as many friends as you want.

Be warned that the limo's cameras will be running though. Wonder who wants to buy those tapes?

ciao


limo

drivin

slut

Call on recorder at WeDoItBetter Limo Service:

"Arrive at 100 Hilltop Drive at 7:00 PM, Friday night.
"It is requested that you be wearing just a sheer top, perhaps a bustier or demi bra that supports without covering areolae or nipples, micro mini skirt, thigh high stockings or garters and stocking with heels at least 4" high and nothing else. Please be fully shaved below the neck as well.
"You will recieve your standard Limo rental fee plus more for any extras requested that are fulfilled satisfactorily.
"You will be picking up the host of a private party and then each of the guests en route to where the party is being held. You, too, may join the party of course.
"If you aren't able to fulfill this request please call 555-5428 and let us know so we may contact WeCanDoIt Limo Service to take your place.
"Thank you and hope to see you at 7PM Friday.

[into her cell phone headset]

Yea, hi Mags its me. What's up?

Uh huh...

gotcha.

Lemme take a couple of notes here while the tank is filling.

He's a solo pickup with hops at 100 Hilltop Drive, 7:00, Friday night. OK.

I'll have to dig in the trunk to find my sheer top. The rest sounds standard.

Always nice to hear of a new client willing to tip.

Thanks Mags.

Yep.

OK, uh huh.

You too.

ciao belle

The chauffeur was a businesswoman, and her business was driving with a snazzy feminine touch. Lots of black outfits and all of them good. She was one part driver, the other part sleek showgirl. The employees at WeCanDoIt provided discreet entertainment to wealthy people who were interested in livening up their soirees. A theme ride of sorts. She wasn't a whore really, and didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. There were plenty of people that were never allowed to touch her.
The fill up with oil check and window washing was a good excuse to lounge in the soft, back seat. The new job in her organizer was from , someone on Hilltop Dr. who was attending a party for his board of directors, and other assorted society types. That address and phone number seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn't quite place it just yet.
The chauffeur massaged her throbbing temples, completely drained from what seemed like an entire winter of demanding customers. She stood and stretched which impressed everyone at the Chevron station. "I have got to go home and relax."
Halfway to the drive's door, the pager began its tones. The chauffeur froze torn between answering and pretending like she'd never heard it. Finally good business sense won out and she took a look at the pager, barely making out the call back numbers with her weary eyes. It was him.
God, she thought, I hope I don't sound as tired as I feel... 555-5428 was dialed on the cell phone and she attached to her dash. The attendants all waived as she pulled out from their services once again. She waived back and put on her headset.
When she heard that voice and realized who it was, she was immediately alert.

The Invitation...

The letter was in my name only, which kind of surprised me, since all of our mail was always addressed to both of us, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis. What could I expect, being married and all. Anyway, I tore open the envelope and unfolded the stationary...

Dear Angelique,
This is to inform you that you have been invited to a party on Friday evening { a party you won't want to miss }. A limo will arrive at about 7:20 to take us to our destination. Proper dress is required, as this will be a formal event like the one last year. Bring a guest if you would like !
signed, your friend and host...

I found it kind of strange that it was signed without a name, until I remembered the party that I attended last year with my friend Traci before I was married. From what I could recall, it had been a very wild event. I considered , if only for a moment, asking my husband to accompany me, but changed my mind. I needed a night out by myself for once, and besides he was such a party pooper lately.
Excited by the prospect of having a chance to do what I wanted, without him around for a change, sounded very appealing to me. It also meant I could wear my new dress, the one he didn't like, because he said it was too revealing...and it would be nice to be able to flirt with whoever I wanted too, After being out of circulation for awhile !!!!!

Looking over the invitation carefuly I cant tell who its from. It just says; Mav picking you up for a party Friday night. Be ready at 7:40, wear a tux and be ready for some fun. Bring a friend if you like. I try and thing of someone to bring. The only person that might want to come is Bobbie, This girl from work that I have know for a couple years. She a hottie but we have never hooked up, we just hang out like old friends. I sure would like to get in her tight jeans but wont jepordize our friend ship. on the phone "Hey Bobbie, want to go to a party Friday night? Cool be over here by twenty after seven. Wear smthing nice and kindof hot. Igh I am wearing a tux. OK see you then." Coll now to wait till Friday.

OOC:

FYI all *s, I've PM'ed our story starter and hostess, the limo driver with the mostest *G*, and as a result of our conversations and to let you know had begun to invite some others to join the story.
They will be posting characters on Sunday or Monday, as that's when she said she'd begin the actual story.

Glad to have both sign up too and hope that more will do so. *G

As the host of the party and the one who hired the stretch limo for safe transportation both way, Don't Drink and Drive-ya may spill the drink- and all of that *G*.

Basically the party is to blow off steam for a weekend at a log cabin resort hired for an entire weekend. Party begins Friday and will continue through Sunday evening.

All invites also 'suggest' bringing any and all sex toys wished as it's a fun and sex party combined and since it's an annual event, thanks for that idea Angelique *G*, all know exactly what to expect, unless a first timer....*grinnin' at "Mav" if it's their first invitation.

I'd have posted this previously, but didn't think to with that Monday deadline. Hope it helps and will gladly reply to any PM's about the storyline where the party's concerned.

BTW, our as yet nameless *g* driver is also an invited guest of course and "I", the host, will cover her "tips" for any extras she agrees to.

Steve Weeks

Steve read his invitation from his good friend. He looked at himself in the mirror pleased with what he saw. He saw a 6'1", 180 lb, tanned, fit, blonde haired, blue eyed stud. What could not be seen was his submissive side. His need to serve women. His need to please women.

He hoped there would be some dominant women there, but he would settle for women in need.

Steve pulled out a case and started to pack for the party. A few thongs, nipple clamps, soft leather handcuffs, his buggy whip, hmm what else...

The Chauffeur

The Chauffeur heard his voice's pleasant tone and she began to tingle with memories from his last venture over a year ago. Now she knew why the address sounded familiar. So often she was just a prop to command, but he actually seemed to care about her for real. Not necessarily romantic, but genuinely human.

"Thanks for inviting me to the party as well...

You'll just be on the clock for the ride time.

Yes, Mags let me know about the dress requirements.
The only sheer blouse I have is a big white peasant style, but I won't wear slacks or a skirt, so it'll just be ruffles of sheer white peaking out from my long tux jacket.

Is that ok?"

The Chauffeur

~ double post ~

The Host:

Oliver Wendell Holmes Thompson is a corporate attorney and now major stockholder in a multinational holding company with investments in Asia and Europe and a bit of a rake and hedonist.

He's never married, but at 39 figures that there's plenty of time should the right woman come along.

He'd instituted the annual, and perhaps to become semi-annual, hedonist weekend several years ago to gather selected friends and business associates for a weekend to rival a Roman orgy.

A time to totally relax, to unwind and let the hair down where anything consented to by the participants goes. No kink, no fetish, no want is taboo or to outrageous. So long as consensual absolutely anything goes.

For the weekend Oliver 'imports' help to cook, clean, etc from a very expensive and very, very discrete company and they will staff the resort, but no participate in the revelry.

This is the second year he's used the limo company and the second time Belle's been the driver. Last year she watched, often open mouthed, until it was nearly over then approached Oliver and asked if she could participate in a small way explaining what she'd watched had turned her on and gotten her sooo horny.

Oliver had escorted her to his room and they'd spent several hours sharing each other's bodies in very uninhibited ways. He wondered if this year Belle would truly let down her hair and ask to join in from the start, if she'd reveal her kinks and thrill as she explored them.

Oliver answered and was pleased to hear it was Belle calling confirming that she'd be the driver and asking about her mode of dress, also thanking him for the party invitation.

"Belle, after our to short time together last year, how could I not invite you and I'm very pleased you've chosen to join us.
"You're described dress will be just fine. I hope heels and stockings will be included and that you'll pack and bring your toys, if you have any.
"If you wish you make come here a little early and we can discuss what you'd like to explore this weekend Belle."

Babe, do you drive a stick or an automatic? I've got a shift knob I'd love for you to handle! It's easy to push into any gear and self lubricating too! Once you get the feel of it you'll be surprised by it's performance. Guaranteed to give you the most comfortable and satisfying ride you've ever experienced.

Please limit OOC posts to PM to the respective party until she starts an OOC thread for this story.
Thank you. *S

Let's remember who's the boss of this car, The Chauffeur.

"Damn cell phones! Where is my signal now? Maybe he needs a recharge?"

She checks the laptop to her right while at a long traffic light. With a big smile and a giggle she sees that friends do stay in touch via e-mail.

"I'll have to get back to Plasticman33 soon. Now that's the kind of customer I need right now. He's always so fun when he comes to town. Maybe he's flying in soon?"

The Chauffeur floors it and heads home for a well deserved rest and to prepare for the party on Friday night. She checks her cell connection through the headset once again.

"Hello? I'm still here."

Oliver--Remember who's paying the bill and tips, who's renting the limo *L

"How much of what I said did you hear Belle and you need a satallite cell phone?" he says laughing.

"Hey... there you are Mr. Holmes.
No point in getting the satellite on this rig with so many miles on it. My new one is on order and I can't wait to break it in. Sometimes I wonder how far this one could fly if I drove it off of the local ocean cliffs. *giggle*
But I wander... so you were telling me that the white sheer blouse was too fluffy and that you wanted me to wear the tux jacket without it, or pants, or a skirt."

As The Chauffeur waited to finish the call she signaled to turn off on the exit to get to her place. Too bad her favorite Italian Deli was already closed. "Right on!" There was a familiar green Jaguar in front of her condo. She knew that she was not going to get much rest right away, but that she would sleep well when they were done.

((OOC: I was supposed to post this yesterday, and so I apologize for the delay. So it's a little longer to make up for it ^^))

The sun was what first awakened Nicole; the bright rays of light shining in her emerald green eyes woke her up faster then anything else. She blinked sleepily as she squinted in the light, pulling herself up and muttered a choice word or two about the annoying light.

Twisting to look at the clock next to her bed, Nicole was slightly surprised to see the time of 12:32 staring back at her.

"I stayed at that party way too late last night." She grumbled to herself, glad that she had thought ahead and taken her vacation week from her job at a law firm now. Nicole stretched, her slender frame arching; her pale skin highlighted in the sun's rays. Yawning she hauled herself out of bed, meandering towards her door to retrieve her mail.

Nicole always did this first because she preferred to get the bad news- such as bills- over and done with first thing and then better her day later on. Pulling out her various letters- not many of them today- one in particular caught her eye.

It was addressed to her but had no return address. Tossing the rest of them onto a nearby table, Nicole pried open the letter, rubbing her temples gingerly. Within a moment of reading it a smile spread across her delicate features, sleepiness disapating from her expression.

"Par-tae!" Nicole murmured, still grinning, and then dashed back to her bedroom to find something to wear and to pick out her toys.

Dressing for a Party: Angelique Lewis

My black leather corsett was cinched up so tight, I could hardly breathe. At the last minute, I had changed my mind on what to wear, deciding to wear this corsett and my short leather skirt , with a simple white shirt to cover it. I had on black seamed stockings, attached to the garters of course, and a pair of 4" heels. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror....my long dark hair was piled upon my head, leaving several curly ringlets falling...by removing the pearl hairclip, if I chose to do so, my hair would come cascading down.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 6:32, the limo would arrive in about forty-five minutes, to pick me up for the party. Ever since my invitation came in the mail, I looked forward with anticipation to this event. I was nervous though, that I might get caught, that something would go wrong, after all, I had lied to my newlywed husband...I had told him I was going to stay this weekend at my sister's, since he was working the night shift and I didn't want to be alone most of the time. He would never suspect his little innocent wife was going to a wild party, and letting her hair down..{.hee hee }

I fastened my signature pearl necklace around my throat, pulled on my elbow length black gloves, and went downstairs to fix myself another drink and wait for the limo.....

OCC to everyone:

Mmmm, the party goers are gathering and it promises to be a Hooooo Boyyyy time. *G*

There's no need to put pickup times in your posts. Oliver, the host, is being picked up at 7 PM and they'll come to get everyone in the order of their first posts.

That means angelique, a_bluebull and msboy will be the first three in that order followed by Keriel and any others who post that they've received their invitation and toys. *G

And please put your character's name in the subject box of your posts to help an OLLLLD man with a rotten memory so he doesn't have to keep scrolling and looking for names until he finally remember's 'em all. Thanks. *s

Oliver W.H. Thompson:

"Glad you have a new ride on the way Belle," he says a smile in his voice. "To bad it's not her so that we can christen it in the proper fashion this weekend.
"As for your attire Belle, stockings-thigh highs or with garters and heels of course. The sheer blouse with or without the jacket would also be fine and perhaps just a demi bra under to support those firm lush breasts I so vividly recall but that leaves the nipples uncovered would be nice also and pants or skiry aren't needed I assure you," he says chuckling.

"A a nice fresh waxing would certainly suit me. Bring the receipt and I'll pay for it since it's one of my personal preferences Belle. Oh, and be sure to pack and bring any or all of your sex toys and any fetish wear you wish for the weekend too."

"Yes sir... and I'm all lasered with the exception of my soul patch. Guess I'll take care of that myself. Don't you worry about a thing.
My notes here show angelique, a_bluebull and msboy followed by Keriel for the hops. The champagne will be chilled.
So what's with all the sex toys? Is that for the ride home? This sounds like a pretty conservative party you're going to. Maybe I'll meet a handsome prince there?"

The drive from the airport was uneventful, the dark green Jag roared around the slower traffic seemingly without effort. The trip to her apartment went quickly. I pulled up in my favorite place just across from her front door. I knew she was not back from work yet, so I reclined the front seat, relaxed and smoked a cigarette. The fantasies in my mind of what the evening would hold for us had an almost physical reaction within my loins. We had been apart for far too long. The craving for an almost animalistic coupling with her was overwhelming. I knew this would be the case, the ravishing of each others bodies would come first, then a gentler, tender session of real love making would follow. I pondered this reverie until I heard her drive up, my pulse accelerated as I saw her emerge from the limo.

Oliver W.H. Thompson:

"That'll be fine Belle and the reason for suggesting the toys is so everyone has their favorites to be used on them of course. On the way, there and on the way home if they wish.
"I'll be looking for you between 6 and 7 tomorrow evening Belle," he says, smile in his voice.

The Chauffeur

"Mr. Holmes Thompson will not be disappointed. See you about 6:45 tomorrow. Ciao."


The headlights went out as the engine went off and The Chauffeur pulled her black trenchcoat around her for the walk to the door. She pulled out her earpiece and shook her hair from the traditional black driving hat.

She knew he must be waiting or even looking out the window, so she brushed her hair and slipped on some gloss outside the driver's door. As she walked up the walk the house lights went out. That's when she began to unbutton her sheer black, dress blouse a bit at a time.

He opened the door...

Entering the darkened room, I paused, savoring the scent of her perfume. I could sense her presence more than I could see her in the dim light. I reached for her, feeling the warmth of her body as she stepped into my embrace. "It's been too long", I whispered into her neck. I lifted my face from her neck and kissed her softly, then with increasing passion, our tongues probing each others mouths with a hunger of their own. Her body was pressed tightly against me, I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. The familiar pressure began to build in my loins, I felt her hand gently tugging on my belt, my pants slipped to the floor. I felt her grasp my growing erection, pulling gently, our tongues intertwining........