Website is under construction, please be patient. I play Pepper Potts opposite Tony Stark. Comics or movie based plots are welcome. Obviously they are not in a relationship in the comics currently, so there would need to be more in-depth discussion for a starting point. IM play preferred. I'm over 21 by several years and am female. I like adult play but if you're looking for long term stories, there's got to be more to the plot than just physical encounters of the sexual kind. I enjoy description and will write anywhere from 2-10 IM boxes, depends on the action required and my mood. Please be nice and I will be too.
Below is a sample of what to expect if you're interested in playing with me. I'm not saying that I'm a perfectionist by any means, but I do love those that strive to attain such a level. Beneath the sample are a few different models I use for Pepper. Just let me know which look you prefer and Ill be happy to oblige.
Pep Potts: Eleven PM, on a Friday night in New York City, was akin to sunrise in many cities across the country. Everyone was dressing up and juicing up, getting ready for a long night of socializing. Virginia "Pepper" Potts was not one of those souls finishing their make up and downing another shot of vodka. The CEO of Stark Industries arrived at the penthouse condo at 10:30 PM, her rolling carry-on following like a good little soldier behind three inch heels, that clicked across square of Italian marble marking the entryway. There was no call of "honey I'm home," it was obvious the owner of said penthouse was not in residence, much to her surprise and slight annoyance. The automated lights raised to a perfect ambiance, illuminating her path into the large Master bedroom where her tan leather heels were kicked beside the bed next to the sleek carry-on. Where was Tony? Not an unusual question to ask unfortunately. Over the years of working as a personal assistant to her enigmatic boss, the woman became accustomed to the man's strange proclivities and last minute change-of-plans. On a whim, he'd have her prep his house in Milan for a grand party, call the pilot from his bed at 2AM and be off for a "weekend of fun," when they were supposed to be half-way across the world hosting a tech conference in Shanghai the following morning. What was unusual about his absence tonight? Pepper had just arrived home after two days stuck in Washington defending Stark Industries and more specifically, Iron Man, from incurring damages after the previous month's events in New York. As the most publicly recognized figure that defended against the invasion from outer space, the Chitauri for those in the know, Iron Man and his company had been the target of many lawsuits; both businesses and individuals denied restitution by their insurance companies. Pepper's slim fingers, manicured with French-tips, unbuttoned her tailored, navy jacket and slid it from her shoulders, tossing it atop the dark comforter of their king-sized, platform bed. The room was sumptuous but modern in decor, a blend of the couple's preferences. "JARVIS? Dare I ask where Mr. Stark is this evening? Please say he is on his way home from picking up Thai around the corner?" The intelligent, British voice of the artificial entity sounded through hidden speakers, offering Stark's current location. Pepper's eyes widened and she caught her reflection in the small, mirrored wall-hanging next to her walk-in closet. What happened to a "quiet night in, just the two of them?" -- Midnight in the city and its streets were bustling with people calling cheerfully or blaring horns and screaming, depending on their level of merriment. The entertainment district was lined with upscale clubs and dive bars alike, where the rich and famous went to mingle with the less savory inhabitants. "Julliette's" was the closest thing to a strip bar you could get without paying the extra zoning fees. The sort of club that catered to men with money and the women whose bodies encouraged vast spending. Not for the first time since she resolved to join Stark at his current location, did Virginia have a moment of doubt. Happy's look in the rearview mirror of the Towncar didn't help. "Yeah I'm sure and yes, I'll be fine. You don't need to come in with me. It's not my first time in a club like this." Pepper paused, reflected and amended her comment. "In search of Tony I mean. I've never worked in a place like--you know what, have a good night Happy. I'll see you tomorrow..." How bad could it be? A doorman opened the rear driver's-side, hiding his startled look that a young woman of obvious taste was stepping out onto the pavement. The dress she wore was black and slinky, gathered over one shoulder to leave the other bare. It was cut to follow and flatter her figure, accentuating the slim hourglass that could have strut a catwalk in another life. On the left side below her breast, to the top of her waist, a cut out of black lace showed off a little bit of skin, with a matching tease of sheer fabric riding just below the hemline at mid-thigh. Four inch Manolo heels were black leather, with bright red soles that caught the eye from behind, directing ones gaze to rise higher along bare, smooth legs that were almost too long for her slim figure. It seemed to take forever before finally landing on her pert ass beneath the tight gown. A black clutch was looped over her right wrist and cradled in her palm. The only flash she wore were the dangling diamond and platinum earrings that dropped like linked rain drops alongside her slender throat. Classy and sexy; very chic. The businesswoman wore her hair pinned up with a curled tail winding down the back of her neck; copper ends tickling the top of her shoulder. She acknowledged the doorman who hurried back to open the door ushering her into the club with a sweep of his arm and unleashing a wave of booming base. Pepper realized the moment her eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, that she was overdressed. Her makeup was too light for the setting, with just a touch of eyeshadow, mascara and foundation to smooth away the freckles and a slick layer of gloss on her pink lips. Inside, women were dancing on tables with sequins glued above their eyes, flashing curious looks as they watched her progress across the floor. No one immediately recognized the CEO of Stark Industries, usually seen on television in a suit or at the flank of her more famous employer. Might have been nice to bask in ambiguity if not for her mission and the environment. Loud as it was, she had little trouble pinpointing Tony's position after a few moments getting the lay of the land. Really? Tonight they were going to enjoy a quiet evening and instead he was out...doing this? Rage began to build intensity as she watched the little scene playing out across the room. Slow, sure steps brought her to the bar opposite where he resided, offering a perfect vantage point. Pepper ordered a martini without really seeing the cute blond behind the counter, she was too busy trying to decide how she felt and more importantly how she was going to react. -d-
Below is a sample of what to expect if you're interested in playing with me. I'm not saying that I'm a perfectionist by any means, but I do love those that strive to attain such a level. Beneath the sample are a few different models I use for Pepper. Just let me know which look you prefer and Ill be happy to oblige.
Pep Potts: Eleven PM, on a Friday night in New York City, was akin to sunrise in many cities across the country. Everyone was dressing up and juicing up, getting ready for a long night of socializing. Virginia "Pepper" Potts was not one of those souls finishing their make up and downing another shot of vodka. The CEO of Stark Industries arrived at the penthouse condo at 10:30 PM, her rolling carry-on following like a good little soldier behind three inch heels, that clicked across square of Italian marble marking the entryway. There was no call of "honey I'm home," it was obvious the owner of said penthouse was not in residence, much to her surprise and slight annoyance. The automated lights raised to a perfect ambiance, illuminating her path into the large Master bedroom where her tan leather heels were kicked beside the bed next to the sleek carry-on. Where was Tony? Not an unusual question to ask unfortunately. Over the years of working as a personal assistant to her enigmatic boss, the woman became accustomed to the man's strange proclivities and last minute change-of-plans. On a whim, he'd have her prep his house in Milan for a grand party, call the pilot from his bed at 2AM and be off for a "weekend of fun," when they were supposed to be half-way across the world hosting a tech conference in Shanghai the following morning. What was unusual about his absence tonight? Pepper had just arrived home after two days stuck in Washington defending Stark Industries and more specifically, Iron Man, from incurring damages after the previous month's events in New York. As the most publicly recognized figure that defended against the invasion from outer space, the Chitauri for those in the know, Iron Man and his company had been the target of many lawsuits; both businesses and individuals denied restitution by their insurance companies. Pepper's slim fingers, manicured with French-tips, unbuttoned her tailored, navy jacket and slid it from her shoulders, tossing it atop the dark comforter of their king-sized, platform bed. The room was sumptuous but modern in decor, a blend of the couple's preferences. "JARVIS? Dare I ask where Mr. Stark is this evening? Please say he is on his way home from picking up Thai around the corner?" The intelligent, British voice of the artificial entity sounded through hidden speakers, offering Stark's current location. Pepper's eyes widened and she caught her reflection in the small, mirrored wall-hanging next to her walk-in closet. What happened to a "quiet night in, just the two of them?" -- Midnight in the city and its streets were bustling with people calling cheerfully or blaring horns and screaming, depending on their level of merriment. The entertainment district was lined with upscale clubs and dive bars alike, where the rich and famous went to mingle with the less savory inhabitants. "Julliette's" was the closest thing to a strip bar you could get without paying the extra zoning fees. The sort of club that catered to men with money and the women whose bodies encouraged vast spending. Not for the first time since she resolved to join Stark at his current location, did Virginia have a moment of doubt. Happy's look in the rearview mirror of the Towncar didn't help. "Yeah I'm sure and yes, I'll be fine. You don't need to come in with me. It's not my first time in a club like this." Pepper paused, reflected and amended her comment. "In search of Tony I mean. I've never worked in a place like--you know what, have a good night Happy. I'll see you tomorrow..." How bad could it be? A doorman opened the rear driver's-side, hiding his startled look that a young woman of obvious taste was stepping out onto the pavement. The dress she wore was black and slinky, gathered over one shoulder to leave the other bare. It was cut to follow and flatter her figure, accentuating the slim hourglass that could have strut a catwalk in another life. On the left side below her breast, to the top of her waist, a cut out of black lace showed off a little bit of skin, with a matching tease of sheer fabric riding just below the hemline at mid-thigh. Four inch Manolo heels were black leather, with bright red soles that caught the eye from behind, directing ones gaze to rise higher along bare, smooth legs that were almost too long for her slim figure. It seemed to take forever before finally landing on her pert ass beneath the tight gown. A black clutch was looped over her right wrist and cradled in her palm. The only flash she wore were the dangling diamond and platinum earrings that dropped like linked rain drops alongside her slender throat. Classy and sexy; very chic. The businesswoman wore her hair pinned up with a curled tail winding down the back of her neck; copper ends tickling the top of her shoulder. She acknowledged the doorman who hurried back to open the door ushering her into the club with a sweep of his arm and unleashing a wave of booming base. Pepper realized the moment her eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, that she was overdressed. Her makeup was too light for the setting, with just a touch of eyeshadow, mascara and foundation to smooth away the freckles and a slick layer of gloss on her pink lips. Inside, women were dancing on tables with sequins glued above their eyes, flashing curious looks as they watched her progress across the floor. No one immediately recognized the CEO of Stark Industries, usually seen on television in a suit or at the flank of her more famous employer. Might have been nice to bask in ambiguity if not for her mission and the environment. Loud as it was, she had little trouble pinpointing Tony's position after a few moments getting the lay of the land. Really? Tonight they were going to enjoy a quiet evening and instead he was out...doing this? Rage began to build intensity as she watched the little scene playing out across the room. Slow, sure steps brought her to the bar opposite where he resided, offering a perfect vantage point. Pepper ordered a martini without really seeing the cute blond behind the counter, she was too busy trying to decide how she felt and more importantly how she was going to react. -d-
Below are a selection of models I have to choose from if you prefer someone other than Gwyneth Paltrow. I have two or three photos for each model and a few more risque that I prefer not to post on my site. If you'd care for more of any particular model to make your decision, let me know.