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Departure Statement of Wong Kim Ark

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Admiralty Case FilesFile Unit: In the matter of Wong Kim Ark for a writ of habeas corpus

WHEREAS, Wong Kim Ark, whose photo is hereto attach-

ed, is about to depart for China, intending to return to the

United States, and is entitled to return thereto.

NOW THEREFORE for the better identifica-

tion of the said Wong Kim Ark, and in order

to facilitate his landing upon his said return-

WE THE UNDERSIGNED do hereby certify that the

said Wong Kim Ark is well known to us. That he

was born in the City and County of San Francisco, State of ["departed from San Francisco" covers text starting at County]

California. That his father Wong Si Ping was a merchant ["per steamer" covers text starting at Si Ping]

and a member of the firm of Quong Sing & Co. No. 751 ["Belcic." printed above Quong Sing]

Sacramento Street, in said City and County of San Francisco, ["NOV 15 1894" printed above City and County; WW Presbury [signature] above San Franciso]

State of California. ["INSPECTOR" printed below San Francisco; number "69" in red ink]

Dated this 2nd day of November 1894.

Signature. Occupation.

Wm. Fisher [signature] 1308 Powell St.

F. Berna 615 Gough

L. Selenger 932 Powell st

STATE OF CALIFORNIA,

City and County of San Francisco.

[Embossed gold seal]

On this 5th day of November in the year One Thousand

Eight Hundred and ninety four before me, ROBERT M. EDWARDS, a Notary Public in and for the

said City and County, duly commissioned and sworn, personally appeared

Wm. Fisher, F. Benner and L. Selenger

known to me to be the persons described in, whose names are subscribed to

and who executed the within and annexed instrument, and they duly acknowledged to me that they

executed the same.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and affixed my Official Seal, the day

and year in the Certificate first above written.

R M. Edwards

Notary Public.

(In and for the City and County of San Francisco

State of California.)

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Business or Pleasure - Okkotsu Yuuta

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, fem reader, pet name usage, sex worker, pwp, dub-con (just to be safe), transactional sex, cum shot, choking, shoe licking, fingering, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), praise, slapping, shoving, tw: assault, scummy yuuta

-`ღ´- wc: 5.6K

-`ღ´- a/n: ya know - I totally skipped over one Yuuta project to flesh this out, but here’s to hoping the other one comes soon as well. also this is my first time trying something like this so hopefully it came out well! if you have any request or comments, my inbox is open  ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ 

-`ღ´- synopsis: You receive an odd request as a sex worker from a mysterious client. When a large sum of money is provided for your services, you decide to play along, even when things aren’t in your favor. 

It was uncomfortable. You felt uncomfortable. There was something different about this meeting. You were used to sex work and selling yourself. It all came easier to you than the rat race others put themselves through. There were people miserable from working a 9-5, going home to their empty homes, and barely living their useless lives. You didn’t want that. You adjusted your dress and rocked your feet in your high heels, looking up at the elevator numbers change. 

Top floor, penthouse level. You knew the man must be professional from the way he requested you. First, you were sent an NDA before you were even given access to who the client was. You were still allowed to decline if you decided to forgo seeing the client. Once you sent your signature back, which had to be approved by a notary, you received a care package and an invitation to meet your new client along with some instructions. 

Hair must be styled, fresh professional makeup, waxed, shaved, oiled, and moisturized skin. You were to wear a clean-scented perfume, a fresh set of nails, and a tight black dress with red bottom heels. You accessorized with pearls, a black clutch, and a long wool coat. Everything else before this felt like practice. The attempts to look pretty, finding the most flattering dresses, saving up for pretty shoes, and soothing yourself by taking care of your body. 

As the number got closer to the top floor, you pressed your shoulders down and back, then straightened up your posture. You chewed at your bottom lip slightly before the door opened. There was an older gentleman standing before you. He wore a suit and had perfect posture. His hair was greying and his skin was loose, letting you get a read that he must be in his late 60s. 

You began to wonder if this was the person who you’d soon be working for. Not that you haven’t done it before, but you’d rather not sleep with older men again. There were too many awkward silences as they rutted a softening cock against your entrance. 

“Right this way ma’am.” He spoke, leading the way down a lit hallway. You both stopped at a door and he placed his arm out. You looked at him inquisitively before realizing you were still wrapped in your coat. You smiled and thanked him, taking off the material. You felt a chill fall on your exposed back which lacked the warmth from your black dress. He stood in the same position and looked down at your clutch purse. You closed your eyes, smiling one more time; rather more at your stupidity than his kindness, and gave him your bag as well. 

“Please enter the room and wait for the head of the house and me to return.” He departed before you could acknowledge what he said. You walked into the room with the release of a tight sigh. You immediately took in your surroundings in order to become more acclimated.  There was a large table with two chairs, one on each end. There was low lighting and no apparent area of the lightbulbs location. You grabbed a seat and raised your eyebrows as you sunk in. The level of comfort it provided made you want to slouch and drape yourself over the material. How does one make wood feel soft?

Minutes ticked by and you grew bored of the room you were kept in. That thought of slouching from earlier became more delightful as time passed. Your head drifted as you sat. What might you have for dinner tonight? When was your nail tech available again? Maybe you should finish that book on your nightstand that seems to be collecting dust bunnies from neglect. Your mind drifted to worse places. Although the wait was long, it couldn't be worse than some of your previous clients.

Worst case scenario, you were about to be brutally murdered. Though, with this line of work consisting of mostly male clients, that meant there was always the possibility of assault, rape, or worse. Neutral scenario, the client might be into some shady stuff and just wants to have some fun on the side. Best case scenario? Maybe retiring for life and never having to look at your bank account again. Yeah. That sounds pretty good. 

Your daydreaming was cut short by the rustling of the doorknob. You sat up again, back erect, shoulders back, neck straight, with your chest perked up. Your hands remained on your lap instead of the table and you sucked in a slow easy breath. Your eyes glossed over as you got ready to perform. 

“My Apologies, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long.” You looked over to see…a young man in front of the elder gentleman from before. If you were shocked, you didn’t show it. He was handsome with an almost playful and youthful flare to him. He wore a suit as well with the tie slightly undone. A few buttons were already opened up and his hair was out of place. 

He walked over and eased a hand over his hairline, pushing it back and fixing his side part - almost as if he could feel you analyzing him. 

“No need to apologize. I assure you, it wasn’t long at all.” You were intentional with your words. Although it wasn’t long, it was still a wait. 

As he got closer his scent hit you. Warm and sweet. Something with an amber flare that danced across your senses. His natural scent still came through. It entered your nasal cavity and spread through you like a shot of whiskey. You could almost taste him even from his professional proximity. You stood as he reached his hand out to shake yours. You made sure to apply the same pressure and he gave you a charming smile.

“Yes, well then. Thank you for your patience.” You knew he was trying to get a read on you as well. His eyes quickly did a once-over. The only thing that caught his attention was the mess up of your lipsticks. A mark from your restless teeth during your arrival. Nerves getting the best of you took away from the prestige you tried to showcase for him. 

“Is there anything I can get you?” He questioned as he moved to take his seat “Perhaps a drink?” He sat down and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as he interlaced his fingers. His pace was smooth and his voice soft. Yet his presence was still demanding. It left a sense of unease in the room. 

“No, thank you.” You spoke. He nodded at you but spoke his next words to the older gentleman standing by the door.

“Glenlivet Winchester, neat, please.” He moved after acknowledging the young man’s words, “Oh, and water, please. Just in case she’s parched during our meeting.” The older gentlemen paused.

“Yes, right away Sir.” 

He left the room and all the attention was back on you.

The man smiled again, “My apologies, I never gave you my name. Okkotsu Yuuta. Although I’m sure you read the paperwork, you know what to address me by right?” He paused and gave you a moment to prove him right. You did read the paperwork. You memorized every line to secure the opportunity in front of you.

“Yes, Sir. That is correct.” He wanted a clean woman who was obedient in every sense of the word. He wanted you to listen to him. It wasn’t uncommon for CEOs, presidents, lawyers, doctors. They all either really liked control or being under control. 

He sighed with relief, sitting back. He seemed happy. Pleased with himself to have you across from him. His hands smoothed across his thighs, fixing any wrinkles in the material of his slacks. His leg bounced slightly with excitement. You didn’t say a word, waiting for him to break the silence. 

“I’m sorry if I seem improper. I’m just so…” His eyes landed on you again and it felt different this time. His gaze darkened, the polite smile before becoming a condescending smirk. Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of what was about to become a reality. Yes, he did his research to find the right type of woman for this. He was happy to see your polished and pristine appearance. Not a hair out of place on your head. But more so, he admired how vigorous you seemed. Your body language, your handshake, hell even your tone was unassailable. 

Yuuta loved money. Very much. But if there was anything he loved more, it was seeing what money did to people. How powerless they became over it. How powerless would you become for it?

“...So excited,” He finished.

The older gentlemen from before came back in with various items. There were fat cigars, a straight cutter, an ashtray, a gold-encrusted liter, two glasses, and a pitcher of water. 

He moves to open the bottle of scotch but your client stops him. 

“Have you served before?” You nod your head, knowing what must be coming next. Yuuta gave the older man a look of dismissal, leading him to walk out the door.  

“C’mere,” He smiles, beckoning you towards him, “Pour me a drink, Sweetheart.” You stood up and walked over to him. He didn’t pay you any mind, opting to cut open one end of his cigar. Your hands smoothed over the bottle and then you twisted the top off. You grabbed the old-fashioned glass as you listened to the wheel of his liter spin. Once. twice. Then a flame sparked on the third attempt. 

Pulling a few puffs through, he relaxed in his seat, leaning back and letting his head fall over the top of the chair. His neck, long and elegant, strained as he pressed the smoke out of his lungs, letting it dissipate above him. He hummed in contentment before pulling his gaze back up to you. You poured him a perfect serving. Two fingers worth. You held it out to him. He gripped your wrist, making you jump slightly from his speed and strength. Your skin burned under his hold. 

He kept his eyes on you as he brought your hand to his mouth. 

You knew better than to look away. His gaze told you everything you needed to know. Keep. Your eyes. On. Him. He sipped from the glass, once, twice before releasing your hand. You shifted your weight on your heels, holding the glass closer to you as your joints ached. He sits properly on his throne and offers to take your hand. You set the glass down and place your hand in his. He spreads his legs a little bit.

“Take a seat for me,” You didn’t have to guess that this show of dominance and your submission did something to him. You could tell from the strain of his pants that he liked playing this game with you. You liked playing games too. 

You stood between his legs as the start of his little competition began. You opt to sit on one leg and drape your legs across the other, knowing it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. You crossed your legs and rested one hand on his chest, the other draped across his shoulders. He grabbed at your waist whilst holding his cigar in his mouth. The expensive smell of his cologne was washed out by thick ringlets of smoke. He removed his smoke for a second.

“Grab the glass for me, baby.” 

You did as you were told, leaning over, slightly out of his embrace. When you returned he took another sip, making you hold the glass for him. Although you knew he was somewhat fit, the seat you took changed your perception of him completely. While you saw a skinny man, his suit worked well to hide the heavy expanse of muscle underneath it. His fingers skimmed across your hip, making your body trust his touch. 

“You listen very well.” He starts to talk. “I like that about you.”

You remained silent following his cues for another sip of alcohol. His hand came up to toy with the shoulder strap of your dress. This moment felt slow, as though you both were moving through molasses. His eyes ran over you, and he took a tentative touch to your collarbone. He pulled you in a bit closer and you did your best to remain still. Sitting pretty. Like a well-trained dog. 

He dragged his nose across your neck, inhaling your scent and groaning in approval. The sound he made caused you to press your thighs together. Thoughts of eliciting that noise out of him again cluttered your mind.

Yuuta felt hungry. His hand dropped to your hip, palming it with excitement. You smelled raw and sweet. It was like a mix of vanilla and brandy. He couldn’t help but press his lips against your neck in a wet kiss, moving up slightly to nip at your jawline. You felt a wave of desire run through you, causing your hands to become unsteady. You retaliate by tightening your hold around the glass and adjusting yourself to press against his erection. 

“Mmm, you taste damn good,” He groans against your skin. You could feel his arousal, heavy against you. You arched your back, enjoying the compliment, and quickly discovered the accumulation of arousal in between your thighs. His hands felt rougher, the drink in your hand rippled as he hitched the fabric of your dress up. Your panties were already damp from his light teasing and he was soon to find that out if he kept inching his fingers up. 

“Too bad you’re just some trashy prostitute.” 

Your rushed hands slammed against his chest, and you quickly moved out of his lap in the process. The scotch fell from your hands, spilling over the rim and onto your client. His cigar ashed out from the process, falling onto his expensive slacks. You swallowed hard as he stared down at the mess you made on him. The glass remained on the floor beneath the two of you. Cracked - just like the facade between you both. 

The room is suffocating in silence and time seems frozen. 

His eyes stayed down for a minute.

Or a few.

Right as you open your mouth, he takes a stand and tsks in disapproval. The cigar drops into the ashtray and he swipes across his slacks to get rid of the ash. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t come out of the fabric well. Yuuta grabbed at your elbow to position you well. He takes one large deep breath. 

A sting spreads across your face. His large hands push roughly at your shoulders, forcing you down so fast that your knees slam against the floor. The sharp pain makes you cry as you hunch over trying to comfort yourself quickly. Yuuta smooths his hair back once more before taking a seat again. He sighs out of exhaustion before taking a look at you. You’re still bowed over, registering the fact that he struck you.

“Hey,” He says plainly.

You look up at him with disdain. No. Disgust. 

He tilts his head at the look and then gives a sweet laugh. He views your pout as comical. Sort of like when a child throws a tantrum or a dog is upset at its owner. He leans towards you and his finger slides under your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“I paid a lot of money for you. I know you’ve been in this line of work for a while and you promote yourself well.” He tilts your head to look at the red mark across your cheek. He whistles at the sight, thinking maybe he was a little too heavy-handed on his brand-new toy. He still wanted you to look presentable after all. “You’re a good businesswoman, right? You come up with your end of the deal typically and men, like me, find that admirable. Girls like you work really hard don’t they?” He forced you to nod before letting go of your chin.

He sits back up, creating distance between the two of you. 

“You can always leave if you want,” He takes his eyes off of you, looking unamused with the thought. He gives you a moment as if it was the respectable thing to do. As if you could pass up a payout like this. While tears brimmed your eyes, you mentally reminded yourself of that. 

“Or,” He drags his eyes back to you and smiles politely. He knows your answer already. It was apparent in the sick look on his face. “Can you be a respectable partner? Do you want another chance to be my good girl?” He leans in a bit, resting his forearms against his thighs.

You knew what he was thinking. 

And that's what made you feel so pathetic when you said -

“Yes, Sir.” In a broken tone. 

His smile grows before he sits up. He grabbed your face with the same brute strength he used before. Although it hurt, he smoothed his hand over the mark on your cheek, gently touching the skin and leaving a burning sensation in its wake. The look in his eyes was tender, endearing, and loving.  

His touch didn’t stop. He slipped a hand under your chin again, holding you in place. The other moved to your mouth, where he pressed his thumb against the seam of your lips. You slowly opened up, allowing him to violate the new expanse of skin. He didn’t have a look of arousal on his face. It was more inquisitive. Like he was examining you with care. 

He dragged his fingers across your gums and against your teeth. He stretched your mouth out before he slid his fingers down your throat. You tensed as you suspend your gag, curious if he would prefer for you to fight the intrusion a little instead. He doesn’t switch his body language up to showcase what he wants. Instead, he runs his thumb across your lips once more, impressed that your lipstick doesn’t smudge. 

“Stand for me,” You didn’t bother verbally responding, only raising up on shaky legs in front of him. He warms up to your obedient nature, leaning back a little as he pulls you forward just a step. 

“That’s my good girl, you’re being so sweet for me.” He sucks at the finger that was just inside your mouth, sending a chill down your exposed spine. 

“Strip for me. Keep your undergarments on.” He sat back more and started to relax in the chair. He didn’t bother watching as you stripped. The dress fell smoothly off your skin as he decided to glance at his wristwatch.

He put his hand up, curling his fingers towards him in a beckoning motion. You step out of the dress, moving towards him. You notice that he grabs at his cock, possibly to adjust himself or maybe to alleviate his erection. He tightened his jaw as he concentrated on your form. You were beautiful. Warm skin and a voluptuous body. Prim and proper. Sweet and ripe for his taking. His eyes glazed over in admiration of such a woman. He could jerk himself off in a matter of seconds from watching you. The thought entertains him, but Yuuta was never greedy. He could hold out for something better. 

He grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him. His hands skimmed over the thin fabric of your underwear, skimming over your sex. His fingers dragged down your thighs and took in the expanse of your skin. He put some weight against one palm, and lightened the other, making you turn in his hold. 

Your back faced him. You wish you could see him but you elected to keep your posture facing away from him. Again his hands skimmed and examined your frame. Light touches pressed against your skin as he felt your spine. He skimmed at the dip of your back, petting over the area as images of you bent over, struggling to take him filled his mind. 

You felt his face come near, the hair from his head slightly tickling your lower back. His hands found their familiar place on your hips once more. He couldn’t control himself.

There was no verbal instruction. Instead, you felt his hands bend your forward. You made sure to fold your body over for him, sticking out your ass, waiting to feel his hands explore your frame once more. But he found what he was looking for. You're soaked. The fabric stuck to your cunt, a silhouette of it forming through beautiful threads of fabric.

His touch didn’t come. 

He cleared his throat, unable to look away from the sight in front of him. 

“Stand up straight for me,” He instructs, leaning back. You slowly raise and you peak at him over your shoulder. He’s covering the bottom part of his face, his unnerving smile gone, and his eyes flit over your frame, landing on your expensive pussy covered by a pathetic excuse for underwear. His mind is still on the place between your thighs. 

“Drop to your knees for me,” He says, rubbing his hands together, working to soothe himself. You do as you are told. You drop down and look back at him, giving slow blinks to him. He wraps a hand around the back of your head. You follow his lead as he pulls you forward. You brace yourself against his knees but continue to follow his motion. 

Your cheek meets his upper thigh, laying against his hard-on. You can feel how big the mass is through the thick fabric of his dress pants. You take a deep breath as he reaches over you, dragging his fingers from the bottom of your spine upwards. 

Once they catch over the latch of your bra, he lightly prods at the fabric. You exhale as he undoes the garment. The lacey piece falls from your skin, your breast chilled from the air in the room. Yuuta pulls the piece off the rest of the way before allowing you to lean back. 

You sat pretty for him.

He smiled at you. You smiled gently back this time. Possibly from his warmth. 

Possibly from his uneasy nature.  

He lifts his shoe towards you. You look down, noticing an amber liquid lightly spread across the leather of his dress shoes. He doesn’t bother playing into your confused nature. Instead, he places the shoe across the warmth of your chest, right over your sternum, and presses in slightly. 

“Be a good girl and clean up the mess you made.” 

Silence filled the room once more. 

You didn’t have to do this. You could get up and leave. You looked over to the table to see if any napkins were present. There weren’t. You assumed he wouldn’t be happy if you used your dress or bra to wipe his shoes clean. You looked up at him once more, uncertain. 

He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

“C'mon, lick it up.” You felt frozen in time. That's disgusting. Foul. You don’t know where his feet have been this whole time or how long he’s worn these shoes. You stare at the amber liquid once more and he gets impatient. He grinds the balls of his feet into your chest, annoyed. 

You grip at his ankle to alleviate the pressure. If you thought his hands felt heavy, the weight of his foot was unfathomable. It felt like he was crushing your ribs. You had to press into the ground just to stay upright underneath his dirty shoe. 

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and exhale through your nose. The money. That large sum of money could easily keep you from doing work like this again for a while. Plus, you supposed you’ve licked worse…

Yuuta smiled as you pulled his shoe closer to your mouth. You ran your tongue across the rich leather, the scotch mixing with the unique earthy flavor. You made sure to suck it up, just as you did your ego. You gazed up at your client, his eyes were hazy and his mouth hung open slightly. You noticed a slight movement from his hand and dropped your eyes to see him palming himself. 

After sucking up each drop of scotch, the man leaned over. You held the liquid in your mouth as he pulled your head closer from the nape of your neck. 

“Don’t swallow yet,” He instructs and you listen. You brace your hands on your thighs, intimidated by his lustful gaze. He leans in more and pulls you in as well. His lips press against yours with hunger and urgency. You moan into the kiss, opening yourself up to him. His tongue pursues yours, and he suckles around it, taking the scotch and grime off his shoe into his mouth. You expect that to be it. Just a kiss for his game. He didn’t relent. His mouth was bruising and demanding. It was a message. You wouldn’t win against him. 

You gasp as he pulls away, seeing such a serious look on his face.

He hums in approval. His thumb slides across your spit-slicked lips for a moment before he grasps at your chin. He pulls you closer and you follow his lead. Your face is close to his again. 

“Can you be a smart girl for me?” He asks before leaning back. He doesn’t bother waiting for your response. Only one glance down at his erection and you understood what he meant. Your hands slide up the expanse of his thighs, skimming over his cock. He jumps lightly at the touch, forcing his gaze back to you. You meet his eyes, expert hands undoing his belt without a single glance away. He chuckles lightly at that and grabs at the cigar on the table. 

You ease your hands into his slacks. Gentle touches, slow moves, teasing in every sense of the word. You tug his pants down just enough for the outline of his cock to no longer be trapped beneath it. There’s a slight light coming from the cherry of his cigar, helping you see the precum that's left a wet mark on his briefs. 

Before removing his underwear you lean over him and press your lips right against his covered tip. He stalls, watching you with his interest piqued. You suck gently at his leaky tip, savoring the taste of him. You had to admit… it tasted better than most of the cum you’ve swallowed down. He pulls gently at your hair and you come up only to take his underwear off. 

His cock slapped against his button-up, his swollen head leaving a bead of cum on the expensive cotton. He watched intently as you took him in. His cock was pretty in every sense of the word. It was flushed pink at the tip, with a base a bit more tan than his milky skin tone. The veins running down his shaft were thick and continued around his pelvis. He curved upwards slightly and once you grabbed at it, it felt warm and heavy in your hands. Most importantly, it was big. 

You got into a proper position, letting your back arch as you leaned forward. One hand braced yourself in between your folded legs and the other led his tip against your lips. He didn’t bother speaking, but you could tell he was excited from the way he scooted his hips forward in his chair. You pressed open-mouth kisses to the underside of his tip, getting the sensitive area wet. 

You can hear him inhale the smoke right as you open your mouth more, letting the head of his cock slip in. Both hands rested against the ground now as you leaned forward, taking more of him inside of you. You suckled around the skin, moaning slightly as you pulled back. Soft breaths fell from his lips as you got into a rhythm. He felt heavy on your tongue. Your jaw ached from the weight and stretch of trying to accommodate him. 

You persisted in taking all of him, flattening your tongue and sucking more of him down. It hurts. A lot. Your nose finally touched the hairs against his pelvis. You purposely clenched your throat around his shaft causing him to grip at your hair. A broken moan fell from his lips that made your arousal feel heavy. The cigar was long forgotten as he used both hands to lead you up and down his dick. 

You kept the pace he set, only breaking it to hold all of him inside you again. Once more, you tightened your throat while licking at his balls. His moans were broken by a slight laugh. He dropped his hands and allowed you to play with him as you pleased. You moved back to his tip, sucking harshly before licking his full length and mouthing at his base. 

You couldn’t help but feel smug at the look on his face. He was ruined. His hair was a mess, the shirt he wore had more buttons undone. And the drunk look on his face told you everything you needed to know. You brought one of your hands up to stroke him and sucked at the under seam of his tip. He shut his eyes, restraining himself. It was too much. Feeling the pressure you forced out of him along with seeing your angelic figure pleasuring it. It made you happy to see him working so hard against you.

You tightened the grip on your stroke and sucked just a little harder causing his hips to stutter. You moved to take his whole cock in again but he moved faster. He grabs at your shoulder and forces you back. Your grip was replaced by his and you watched as he rutted his cock into his hand. More moans fell from his sweet lips as he watched you. 

Swollen lips and tear-brimmed eyes. Your chest heaved and your skin was wet from his precum and your drool. He liked seeing you ruined beneath him. He liked the mark he left on you. He liked seeing you be his mess. The thought of having you again and again and again plagued him. The images flashed before him as his cum shot out across your tits.

Warm cum dripped across your collarbones and breast. It mixed in with the previous mess you made from sucking his cock. The sight was absolutely vile and yet, both of you couldn’t get enough.

Your break was short-lived. 

Yuuta immediately grabs at you before laying you across the table. You try to sit up on your elbows at the very least, but he pushes you back down, shaking all the materials on the surface from his force. 

“Fucking hell,” He grunts, laying his still-hard cock across your pantie-clad cunt. 

“Look at what you do to me,” You don't have to look through. You can feel him. You can feel the heavy weight of his cock prodding at your lower lips. You can feel the sticky drip of his cum still easing out his tip. You can feel how slick he is against your pelvis.  And you wanted to feel him more. 

While you’re anticipating the thought of what that delicious stretch inside you would feel like, Yuuta collects some of the cum across your breast and rushes to press it in your mouth. You don’t hesitate to take his offer. You slide your tongue across his digits as he pumps them in and out of your mouth. His cock jumps at the feeling, tensing with the need to be inside you. 

You’re being so good for him. You take every drop he gives you and you’re looking up at him like you're thankful to be here with him. Thankful to have his cum on your lips. 

And he smiles. 

It touches his eyes for once. 

“Atta girl.” His eyes drop, taking in your naked frame once more. He ruts his cock against your slick-covered folds one last time, squeezing at your hip to control himself. “Thank you for this.” He leans back, tucking himself away.

He helps you sit up and slowly move off the table. 

“Get dressed, then please help yourself to any refreshments.” 

He then walks out without a word to you. 

You slowly get dressed and the moment you straighten yourself up completely there was a knock at the door. You didn’t bother saying come in, instead, the older gentlemen from before walked in. He doesn’t say a word to you. He holds out your coat, purse, and a special envelope. Once placed in your hands you could tell it was filled with unmarked dollar bills. 

You’re led back to the elevator and descend to your normal life.

A few weeks pass by. Life was good. There was no need to schedule new appointments due to the surplus of money Yuuta provided you. You lay across your couch wondering what you could possibly do with your day. There was a new café in town you could try. Or maybe you could hit the farmers market and take a walk into the city. Just go with the ebb and flow of life for a little while. A knock interrupts your daydreaming forcing you to sit up. 

You didn’t dare to answer the door right away since you weren’t expecting any guests. A chill ran over your body as you thought of who it might possibly be. You slowly moved towards your door and listened to hear if anyone was out there. Once the coast was clear you creaked open the door slightly. You look around, not seeing anything until you gaze downward. There stood a letter. In the same envelope.

 The same type of special envelope you recalled receiving from your last client.

[midstpodcast]

Breaking even is clearly very important for those with significant Caenum. But then if that trustee went to, say, the un-grocery-store, the notary there would dock them the appropriate Caenum. So... is the breaking even more significant, that they are somehow protected from going into debt, or is it a symbolic thing where you're now "ok" in the eyes of the Trust even if you dip below zero again?

📜: Ooo, good question! From what we know about lifelong trustees like Francis “Fuze” Peabody, he was one such person to be recognized for successfully “reaching balance zero”. Given the way that Valor and Caenum can be endlessly earned, it’s absolutely possible for a newly-valorous Trustee to dip back into the caenum side of their balance, and thereby need to earn their way out again. In the fine print on Fuze’s achievement (see S1E14 appendix), we read, “Please note that this acknowledgement is based on the currently recorded balance for this Trustee. In the event that this Trustee’s account should accrue Caenum in the future, the balance will shift again. Further notifications of this state change are not guaranteed. The Trust discourages activity that generates Caenum, and as stated in the Trustee Handbook, may levy enforcement actions against Trustees who do not comply or have a history of non-Valorous actions. This Trustee has been so notified.” So as long as you’re making an effort to stay Valorous, that’s what counts. Thanks, Upper Trust!

[vague-humanoid]

A Republican state representative in Florida has turned herself into authorities after being indicted on several charges including forgery.

Republican state representative Carolina Amesty, 29, was charged with forgery, uttering a forgery, false acknowledgment or certification by a notary public and notarizing your own signature, the Orlando Sentinel reports.

The charges are in connection with her time as an administrator at Central Christian University in Orange County, Florida, which her father runs, according to the Sentinel.

State Attorney Andrew Bain said a “concerned citizen brought potential criminal wrongdoing” to his office’s attention.

“That information was presented to the grand jury who found sufficient evidence to return an indictment,” Bain said. “I am committed to upholding fairness and justice in every case by applying the law equally to everyone and my record reflects this dedication.”

Amesty released a statement before turning herself in to the Orange County Jail on Thursday. Amesty faces up to twenty years in prison for the four felony charges.

[gooboogy]

I've been driving a lot today so I finally started Midst! just finished episode 13 and here is my shit sandwich so far:

the positive (pt.1)

very intriguing! it reminds me a lot of Disco Elysium, Trigun (haven't finished it), and Terry Pratchett (I've only read Going Postal). I am always endlessly delighted by nonsense bureaucracy. each of the protagonists are very interesting, I especially like moc weep. Lark I'm very much looking forward to learning what the hell her deal is. I also really like Phineas, although since his situation continues to get kinda worse and he is punished for like, existing, someone please let me know if this is going to keep happening without reprieve (a la Jonathan Sims) so I can bounce now. scapegoating like that is a huge trigger for me (at least without things Getting Better). otherwise really cool!

the negative

the Radio Lab-esque cadence is a huuugggeee pet peeve of mine. I absolutely can't stand it (I mean I can but, with enough monkey rage to demolish a rage room or two) it very often distracts me from what's going on. I think the narrators are at their strongest when they get to flub around, make up words that fit, splutter in astonishment, chitter back and forth, just being "Imperfect" about it. when they say things like they're telling a story to someone and not on NPR at 5am. and then when I turn the volume up to where I can understand what they're saying, the S sounds are so piercing it physically hurts to listen to. it aggravates my headaches and tinnitus big time 😭 (to be fair I am slightly dehydrated too.) there's also quite a few parts where they play the sound effects and the music so loud that I can't hear anything of what's going on to its own detriment, like I don't think the effect adds to the story in a meaningful way.

the positive (pt.2)

very intrigued by this Terror concept. I would love to learn more about how that works. everything they say about the setting always leads to more questions and I'm so far really enjoying it. same with the fold. and the (casual) anomalies. I love the whole stupid notary and valor thing they have going on. the big calculator machines with the beads. the stupid gala politics. I hope they get really into the bureaucratic weeds at some point, that would be delightful. I'm really excited to learn more about the world and the characters. I like the casual acknowledgement of the listener and that they're narrating a story. I wonder if the narrators have a part to play within the story themselves or if they just narrate it like that? also! spoilers for ep. 13 - I loovve whatever the hell Lark does to kill fuze. I love death scenes like that, it's very that one twilight zone episode.

excited to listen to more!

[squeepotatoes]

things i loved about dead boy detectives ep 3: the case of the devlin house

charles's cute flirting with crystal

edwin's very obvious jealousy

the way crystal is so matter-of-fact and unashamed about saying she's attracted to charles and would totally fuck him if he were alive

niko's curiosity and edwin's indulgence of it

monty 💜

he's immediately so charming

"i have a lot of manga about it. it's very sweet, and explicit."

edwin immediately understanding and letting niko sit out the rest of the case

the bureaucracy of the afterlife fucking with the night nurse (she is a part of a bad system so it's good to see it work against her too) (nothing but respect for the notary)

the cats keeping an eye on edwin

the show really gets across how brutal and upsetting the devlin murders are without showing the violence explicitly and i appreciate that

you also really see how it's fucking with the characters

gossip cats

edwin and crystal learning to work together

edwin acknowledging that charles is important to both of them

i don't know if jayden revri is playing it differently or if it's behind-the-camera stuff or just context, but charles's behavior definitely reads differently post-devlin-house-revelations and that's good

edwin is clearly touched and affected by the effort monty put into writing up his astrological chart, which is very sweet and also communicates that he is not used to people being invested in him

charles jealous

[cassiopeiacorvus]

Washington State Surrogacy Laws

So... The Billionaire's Baby is, uh, it's not good. Yeah, that about sums it up. I've decided to get pedantic about it just for fun. I need something to distract me from the sad excuse of a romance plot that this book is currently selling. In the United States, each state has its own surrogacy laws (because to paraphrase another Tumblr post we are fifty countries in a trench coat pretending to be one) and I was curious to see how closely TBB followed the laws of Washington state. The answer is not really.

The list of surrogacy requirements for Washington state (RCW 26.26A.705):

Have attained twenty-one years of age;

🟡 Unclear. We don't know how old she is yet, but she could very easily be 21 or older.

Previously have given birth to at least one child but not enter into more than two surrogacy agreements that result in the birth of children;

🔴 MC hasn't had a child, but she hasn't entered into a surrogacy agreement before either.

Complete a medical evaluation related to the surrogacy arrangement by a licensed medical doctor;

🟢 That's been mentioned.

Complete a mental health consultation by a licensed mental health professional;

🔴 Not been mentioned.

Have independent legal representation of her choice throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement.

🔴 No one's mentioned the law or legal representation at all.

The expectations for the intended parent(s):

Have attained twenty-one years of age;

🟢 Very likely that Callie/Cole and Daphne are over 21.

Complete a medical evaluation related to the surrogacy arrangement by a licensed medical doctor;

🟡If Callie is your love interest, they have a medical issue preventing them from carrying a child and if Cole is your love interest, it's Daphne who has the medical issue. We don't know if the evaluation where they learned that information was related to the surrogacy agreement.

Complete a mental health consultation by a licensed mental health professional;

🔴 A mental health evaluation hasn't currently been mentioned.

Have independent legal representation of the intended parent's choice throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement.

🔴 Again, legal representation hasn't been brought up at all, which considering how detailed Daphne has been about the situation, is unusual.

The requirements of the surrogacy agreement. (26.26A.710):

At least one party must be a resident of this state or, if no party is a resident of this state, at least one medical evaluation or procedure or mental health consultation under the agreement must occur in this state.

🟢 The MC, Callie/Cole, and Daphne all live in Seattle.

A woman acting as a surrogate and each intended parent must meet the requirements of RCW 26.26A.705.

🔴 Ha ha ha. No. They don't.

Each intended parent, the woman acting as a surrogate, and the spouse of the woman acting as a surrogate, if any, must be parties to the agreement.

🔴 We've not heard anything about the agreement.

The agreement must be in a record signed by each party listed in subsection (3) of this section.

🔴 Second verse, same as the first.

The woman acting as a surrogate and each intended parent must acknowledge in a record receipt of a copy of the agreement.

🔴 Third verse, same as the first.

The signature of each party to the agreement must be attested by a notarial officer or witnessed.

🔴 You get it by now.

The woman acting as a surrogate and the intended parent or parents must have independent legal representation throughout the surrogacy arrangement regarding the terms of the surrogacy agreement and the potential legal consequences of the agreement, and each counsel must be identified in the surrogacy agreement.

🔴 No one's mentioned their lawyers as of yet.

The intended parent or parents must pay for independent legal representation for the woman acting as a surrogate.

🔴 Again, no legal representation has been mentioned, but Callie/Cole is a billionaire and Daphne is a supermodel. They're already giving the MC room and board and a stipend, so this will not be a problem for them.

The agreement must be executed before a medical procedure occurs related to the surrogacy agreement, other than the medical evaluation and mental health consultation required by RCW 26.26A.705.

🔴 The MC's already been implanted by chapter two so that's a no go.

This is where we currently stand. If anything changes in the upcoming chapters, I'll update this post.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

What is your thesis on?

Hello!

A short possible answer is this:

In his renowned After Virtue (1981) Scottish philosopher Alasdair MacIntyre sketched a profile of a tradition of thought in Ethics-Politics that he traces back to ancient heroic societies, through Aristotle, Aquinas, and so on. This is a tradition of virtue ethics, and MacIntyre defends its adaptability to all sorts of times and cultures by presenting the virtues as rooted in specific social roles and practices that give concrete form to human flourishing (to flourish as a human being is different for a carpenter in 10th century England than it is for a notary in 19th century Peru, and yet it takes the same virtues, under different forms). He continued to expand on this, adding elements like the virtues of acknowledged dependence and the nets of giving-receiving (Dependent Rational Animals, 1999) or social self-knowledge (Ethics in the Conflicts of Modernity, 2016), but one of the constants throughout is the notion of narrative. It is through narrative that we understand practices and roles, and it is a fundamental tool for our self understanding as moral individuals and for the process of personal and collective moral deliberation.

In After Virtue he highlights Jane Austen as one of the most important representatives of the Aristotelian Ethics-Politics tradition specifically because of the way in which her fictional narratives embody this understanding of virtues and their relationships with roles and practices. What I'm attempting to prove with my thesis is that Elizabeth Gaskell belongs to the same tradition in ways that expand and complement Austen's work (in a simplified way, Austen is to After Virtue what Gaskell is to Dependent Rational Animals). The limited scope of a bachelor's thesis makes it so that I have to focus on part of her work, so I'm trying to analyze this specifically in North and South (1854).

I have been asked about this before (and I'm honestly honored and :3 that people have asked!!!) and given different (as in "angle" and "specificity") answers here and here.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (October 18)

On October 18, Catholics and other Christians around the world will celebrate the feast of St. Luke, the physician and companion of St. Paul whose gospel preserved the most extensive biography of Jesus Christ.

St. Luke wrote a greater volume of the New Testament than any other single author, including the earliest history of the Church.

Ancient traditions also acknowledge Luke as the founder of Christian iconography, making him a patron of artists, as well as doctors and other medical caregivers.

Luke came from the large metropolitan city of Antioch, a part of modern-day Turkey.

In Luke's lifetime, his native city emerged as an important center of early Christianity.

During the future saint's early years, the city's port had already become a cultural center, renowned for arts and sciences.

Historians do not know whether Luke came to Christianity from Judaism or paganism, although there are strong suggestions that Luke was a gentile convert.

Educated as a physician in the Greek-speaking city, Luke was among the most cultured and cosmopolitan members of the early Church.

Scholars of archeology and ancient literature have ranked him among the top historians of his time period, besides noting the outstanding Greek prose style and technical accuracy of his accounts of Christ's life and the apostles' missionary journeys.

Other students of biblical history adduce from Luke's writings that he was the only evangelist to incorporate the personal testimony of the Blessed Virgin Mary, whose role in Christ's life emerges most clearly in his gospel.

Tradition credits him with painting several icons of Christ's mother, and one of the sacred portraits ascribed to him — known by the title “Salvation of the Roman People” — survives to this day in the Basilica of St. Mary Major.

Some traditions hold that Luke became a direct disciple of Jesus before his ascension, while others hold that he became a believer only afterward.

After St. Paul's conversion, Luke accompanied him as his personal physician and, in effect, as a kind of biographer, since the journeys of Paul on which Luke accompanied him occupy a large portion of the Acts of the Apostles.

Luke probably wrote this text, the final narrative portion of the New Testament, in the city of Rome where the account ends.

Luke was also among the only companions of Paul who did not abandon him during his final imprisonment and death in Rome.

After the martyrdom of St. Paul in the year 67, St. Luke is said to have preached elsewhere throughout the Mediterranean and possibly died as a martyr. However, even tradition is unclear on this point.

Fittingly, the evangelist whose travels and erudition could have filled volumes wrote just enough to proclaim the gospel and apostolic preaching to the world.

Patronage: artists, bachelors, bookbinders, brewers, butchers, doctors, glass makers, glassworkers, gold workers, goldsmiths, lacemakers, lace workers, notaries, painters, physicians, sculptors, stained glass workers, surgeons.

[raiexperts]

Notary Acknowledgement Explained: A Comprehensive Guide

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What is a Notary Acknowledgement?

A notary acknowledgment is a formal declaration by a notary public that a person who has signed a document has done so voluntarily and for the purposes stated in the document. In many states, certain documents are required to be notarized, including deeds, mortgages, powers of attorney, and contracts. A notary acknowledgment is also necessary when a document is used as evidence in court.

Why is a Notary Acknowledgement Necessary?

A notary acknowledgment is necessary to prevent fraud and to ensure that the person signing the document is who they say they are. In addition, notary acknowledgments help to ensure that the person signing the document has done so voluntarily and with full knowledge of the document’s contents. This can be especially important when the document is legally binding, such as a contract or a deed.

Who Can Perform a Notary Acknowledgement?

In most states, a notary public is authorized to perform notary acknowledgments. A notary public is a person the state has appointed to act as an official witness to the signing of documents. We are authorized to administer oaths and affirmations, take acknowledgments, and certify copies of certain documents.

How is a Notary Acknowledgement Performed?

To perform a notary acknowledgment, the notary public must first identify the person who is signing the document. This can be done by checking the person’s identification, such as a driver’s license or passport. The notary public will then ask the person to sign the document. Once the document has been signed, the notary public will complete the notary acknowledgment by signing and sealing the document.

What information is included in a statutory acknowledgment?

A notary acknowledgment typically includes the following information:

– The date and location of the notarization

– The name of the person who is signing the document

– The type of identification used to verify the person’s identity

– A statement by the notary public that they witnessed the person signing the document

– A statement by the notary public that they believe the person signing the document did so voluntarily and with full knowledge of the document’s contents

– The signature of the notary public

– The official seal of the notary public

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[my-deer-history]

Some interesting tidbits from the will of James Laurens, which I've transcribed in full here.

I have transcribed it in English on an [separate] sheet of paper and Mr Louis Gendre Notary Public of Vigan aforesaid wrote and translated it into French upon this sheet of paper dictated by my dear Niece Martha Laurens

The will went through multiple translations - James's original English version, to Martha's French version, and back to English as translated by the court clerk who recorded it.

I also give unto my said wife all and [—] my Male and Female Negroes excepting the female Satira whom I declare free from all servitude whatsoever

James frees exactly one (1) enslaved person. The will does not specify why she has been singled out, but does entreat the executors to provide her assistance to prevent her from falling into poverty or distress.

I give unto my dear Brother Henry Laurens as a token of my unalterable friendship and esteem the sum of five hundred pounds sterling and twenty pounds sterling to purchase a Mourning Ring as a remembrance of his Brother

A very specific stipulation!

I give unto my dear Niece Martha Laurens as a token of my friendship for her and as an acknowledgement for the service she has rendered to me and my family and for her good and gentle conduct upon all occasions five hundred pounds sterling

Martha had been living with her aunt and uncle since 1771, when Henry had departed with his sons for London. She played a significant role in nursing her chronically ill uncle, as well as assisting her aunt in running the household, so this gift was well earned.

I give unto the Protestant Church at Vigan fifty pounds sterling and in case that the Roman Catholic Church should pretend to and could possess [herself] of this Legacy It is my will that It shall become void and of none effect

The Laurens family was descended from Huguenots, a persecuted group of French Protestants - so it's no wonder James added a proviso blocking the Catholic church from getting any of his money.

And lastly I give unto my dear Nephew John Laurens...

John Laurens is named as both a beneficiary of the will and an executor - but the tragic irony is that he had been killed in action at Combahee just a week and a half before the date of its drafting on 6 September 1782.

[publicnotarynearme]

What is an affidavit & How Can an Affidavit Help You

An affidavit is a legal document where someone (whom lawyers like to refer to as the affiant or the deponent) makes a series of statements and then swears that these statements are true. It works as an official, legally binding document with significant impact in a variety of legal actions and family matters. The reason you need an affidavit will determine what information you need to provide in it

Purposes of an Affidavit

Affidavits are employed in a wide range of legal and non-legal situations, fulfilling various purposes:

1. Providing Evidence in Court: Affidavits are used in court proceedings to present evidence without the affiant having to appear in person. They can be used to prove things, improve arguments in court, or support additional forms of evidence.

2. Supporting Legal Documents: Affidavits often accompany legal documents such as wills, trusts, and contracts, providing additional verification and establishing the affiant's intent or knowledge.

3.  Verification of Personal Information: Affidavits are mostly used to confirm personal details for a various reason, like establishing residency, identity proof, and income proof. They are often required in order to get official documents like driver's licenses and passports.

4. Establishing Legal Rights: Affidavits can be used to establish legal rights or privilege, such as claims for legacy, benefits or damages.

Benefits of Using an Affidavit

Affidavits offer several benefits in legal and non-legal contexts:

1. Convenience and Efficiency: Affidavits provide a convenient and efficient method of presenting evidence without the need for immediate court appearances.

2. Formal Documentation: Affidavits create a formal record of the affiant's statements, ensuring accuracy and traceability.

3. Legal Validity: Affidavits carry legal weight and can be used to support legal arguments or establish facts in court proceedings.

4. Reduced Costs: Affidavits can help reduce legal costs by minimizing the need for in-person depositions or expert testimony.

How to Create an Affidavit

Its depending on the legal authority, an affidavit's reliable format may change, but in general, it should contain the following components:

1. Title: The title should clearly identify the document as an affidavit.

2. Affiant's Information: The affiant's name, address, and contact information should be provided.

3. Date and Signature: The affidavit should be dated and signed by the affiant.

4. Notarization: In some cases, an affidavit may need to be notarized by a commissioned notary public to verify the affiant's identity and signature.

5. Statement of Truth: In the affidavit a statement should be included which affirming the truth of the information contained.

6. An Affidavit can be sworn or affirmed before:

A Notary Public or Oath Commissioner near me

Court staff who are appointed as a Commissioner of Oaths

A licensed Paralegal or Lawyer

7. Specific Information: The specific information being attested to should be stated in the affidavit in a concise and clear way.

8. Purpose of the Affidavit: The purpose of the affidavit, such as supporting a legal claim or verifying personal information, should be stated.

9. Closing Statement: The affidavit often concludes with a statement acknowledging the potential consequences of making false statements under oath.

Red Seal Notary can help you swear affidavits that you have prepared yourself or that have been provided to you by a legal professional. We can also help you prepare simple affidavits stating information, such as your parental or marital status. However, please note that we do not provide legal advice and cannot draft affidavits for court cases. If you have an affidavit of execution you need to swear before a Notary, book an appointment with us today!

[thenotary77]

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