The Sinful Vixen Burlesque and Bordello

[HornyIsh69]

"Speaking of uniforms, wonder if everybody else gets uniforms?" Ish asked since he saw the bouncer wear a shirt that said "Security" on the left pec. "Sorry for asking again, just....curious." he said trying not to step on any toes here. Sighing a bit, wondering if he made the smart choice here. Although he isn't regretting it. The drink was swell, but something was missing too.

Some good company, perhaps he could just talk to a wall. He wouldn't seduce a wall. That would plain stupid. "So what else is new?" He said nursing his drink.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Listen Wolf, you could have just sent him to the office you know. Whistle for me again and I'll shove something between those lips of yours to keep them occupied
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"Speaking of uniforms, wonder if everybody else gets uniforms?" Ish asked since he saw the bouncer wear a shirt that said "Security" on the left pec. "Sorry for asking again, just....curious." he said trying not to step on any toes here.

His eyes flashed with amusement and he chuckled at her threat, growling low enough foe just her to hear *i can think of something fun to suck on* he growled at her before taking a step back out of hitting range, his eyes turning to Ish he nodded "yea i think we are getting our first order of server and wait staff uniforms in tomorrow, there were issues with the company logo not printing right on the first set we ordered, " he nodded

 

[HornyIsh69]

"Listen Wolf, you could have just sent him to the office you know. Whistle for me again and I'll shove something between those lips of yours to keep them occupied

His eyes flashed with amusement and he chuckled at her threat, growling low enough foe just her to hear *i can think of something fun to suck on* he growled at her before taking a step back out of hitting range, his eyes turning to Ish he nodded "yea i think we are getting our first order of server and wait staff uniforms in tomorrow, there were issues with the company logo not printing right on the first set we ordered, " he nodded

"Sweellll..." Ish said, tossing a coin up and down his hand. As he was saying that with a bit of sarcasm but excited for working here, trying to stare up to the ceiling.

"Surprised I'm not drunk cause of the proof on the bourbon." He said looking up at the ceiling, cause it was the best damn bourbon ever.

<(Reply may be a bit slow, heading into work and other things too.)>

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Sweellll..." Ish said, tossing a coin up and down his hand. As he was saying that with a bit of sarcasm but excited for working here, trying to stare up to the ceiling.

He gave Ish an arched look, deciding it was too late in the evening to unpack the world of attitude he turned, black amber gaze sweeping the room, the walls, ceilings, the upper floors as the staff busied themselves with continuing to get things set up for the Main Grand Opening, in his mind he kept a mental running checklist of potentials spots that could be issues later. Setting his empty glass on the bar for the bar tender, Rain having retired for the evening to their shared room he makes his way back to his office, sliding into his chair he tapped the keyboard to wake the computer, paperwork, legal documents, he sighed and rubbed his face, tucking everyting away in a folder for morning he shuts down the computer and locks the papers in his desk, cracking the rear door open to reveal a small but decent sized mini apt. he closes the door, slipping into the pile of furs behind a sleeping Rain, curling his arm around her and calls it a night

 

[HornyIsh69]

He gave Ish an arched look, deciding it was too late in the evening to unpack the world of attitude he turned, black amber gaze sweeping the room, the walls, ceilings, the upper floors as the staff busied themselves with continuing to get things set up for the Main Grand Opening, in his mind he kept a mental running checklist of potentials spots that could be issues later. Setting his empty glass on the bar for the bar tender, Rain having retired for the evening to their shared room he makes his way back to his office, sliding into his chair he tapped the keyboard to wake the computer, paperwork, legal documents, he sighed and rubbed his face, tucking everyting away in a folder for morning he shuts down the computer and locks the papers in his desk, cracking the rear door open to reveal a small but decent sized mini apt. he closes the door, slipping into the pile of furs behind a sleeping Rain, curling his arm around her and calls it a night

Ish looked up a bit at the Bouncer. "So where do I sleep? Not wanting to go home. Although I do have a home, just too lazy to hop in back to the truck and drive there." He said wondering if he gets private quarters too, laying his head on the counter.

 

[Light Ice]

The door had never registered to her, the focus of her being on the man she was tossing cards with. When his hands had settled on her hips she had stilled instantly finally coming back to her surroundings. Looking over his shoulder she watched the man depart her heart beating a rapid rhythm. The way he held her as if she would fade away from him made her shiver.

"I'm afraid we've a bit of a wager going." He said. Then, with a subtle tuck of his chin towards the door. "DW and the others are downstairs, though. Mind closing the door on the way out?"

His voice was not angry so much as authoritative, she was surprised the man just left. He had looked rather mean and she took a deep breath to settle her nerves and focus once more on the man before her. His gaze met hers once more, she had won the round her gaze dropping to his hands as he tugged and unbutton his shirt all at the same time. Her mouth went dry as her gaze slid over his taunt flesh, her hands clenched the table as she fought the urge to caress the tattoo and follow the path of the design.

She felt him move closer still once more trapping her to the table without even a caress. After he had tossed his shirt carelessly onto the chair as if he were home from a hard day at work and he was going to get ready to relax. Her eyes closed and she forgot to breath when his beard caressed her cheek the feathered caress sent a shiver along her flesh that she felt in her toes. The heat of his breath on her skin was like lava to her cool flesh, making her heart hammer in her chest and she finally remembered air was needed to live.

"The Aces. I propose we resolve it with an agreement. A condition. Each of it places on the other's undressing. My condition is that your stockings stay on until the very end. What do you say to that?"

Leaning back to search his gaze, "alright, my condition is when you're out of clothes we play one last time. Loser has to do whatever the winner says within reason." She bit her inner cheek continuing to grip the table trying to sound as confident as he seemed to be and hoping she was fooling him. She swallowed and reached for the cards waiting before she pulled her next card, to see if he would agree.

"Agreed."

He said. And then, when she turned some, the round of her hip nearly brushed the front of his slacks. It was so near a thing he felt his cock stir. The awakening of it a stirring declaration of want that ripped through him like a shock. The warmth had always been there. Wanting her a certainty long before the game had been afoot. But now, with her lingering close and the stirrings of her provoking dormant flesh to quicken, he felt the intangible heat of his desire turn to primal, physical reality.

It took far more restraint that he'd anticipated to not lift her onto the table's edge and drive himself between her stocking-clad legs.

He flipped a card, instead. This time, reaching upwards, his strong fingers clasped the back of her neck. Pushing beneath the crimson of her mane, warming her silken skin with a rough hand made tender. A means to brace himself as he leaned past her. The strength and control washing through her as the boundary was broken. The first real touch. An intimate thing. One that saw her look towards him sharply and their eyes met and he saw beneath the thick, long dark of her lashes the smoldering heat that lay beyond.

He wanted to kiss her.

She wanted to be kissed.

But instead, he spoke, before stepping back some with reluctance to abandon that nearness they'd both sheltered in. His socks were abandoned. Left on the floor. He stood, barefoot, before setting his socks neatly across his shoes. A faint smirk touching his lips before he considered her. The bare-chested brute looming over her. Not as near as before.

And not near enough as he'd like.

"It's a..." And then a frown as he flipped the card over. "grim tiding for the future, it seems."

 

[Destiny]

"Agreed."

He said. And then, when she turned some, the round of her hip nearly brushed the front of his slacks. It was so near a thing he felt his cock stir. The awakening of it a stirring declaration of want that ripped through him like a shock. The warmth had always been there. Wanting her a certainty long before the game had been afoot. But now, with her lingering close and the stirrings of her provoking dormant flesh to quicken, he felt the intangible heat of his desire turn to primal, physical reality.

It took far more restraint that he'd anticipated to not lift her onto the table's edge and drive himself between her stocking-clad legs.

He flipped a card, instead. This time, reaching upwards, his strong fingers clasped the back of her neck. Pushing beneath the crimson of her mane, warming her silken skin with a rough hand made tender. A means to brace himself as he leaned past her. The strength and control washing through her as the boundary was broken. The first real touch. An intimate thing. One that saw her look towards him sharply and their eyes met and he saw beneath the thick, long dark of her lashes the smoldering heat that lay beyond.

He wanted to kiss her.

She wanted to be kissed.

But instead, he spoke, before stepping back some with reluctance to abandon that nearness they'd both sheltered in. His socks were abandoned. Left on the floor. He stood, barefoot, before setting his socks neatly across his shoes. A faint smirk touching his lips before he considered her. The bare-chested brute looming over her. Not as near as before.

And not near enough as he'd like.

"It's a..." And then a frown as he flipped the card over. "grim tiding for the future, it seems."

His short response was quick and she shivered as she flipped her card, 8 of Diamonds laid on the table. She swallowed and watched as he flipped the 7 of the same suit. His nearness was wreaking havoc with her senses. The air she breathed was his scent, the heat she felt was his body so very close. The desire she was feeling he imbued in her and she had to keep from touching him.

His hand along the back of her neck cause her back to stiffen and she let her grey eyes meet his own, waiting. What seemed like a life time only happened in the breadth of a minute. It was a good thing the lustful look he gave her wasn't real fire, or she would have been naked. She thought he was going to kiss her, and she took a deep breath her breasts rising and falling rapidly until he moved away. He had lost the draw and she asked,"Boxers or briefs?"

He surprised her by leaning in close and giving her another twofer, socks... Mentally she shivered as she watched him toss them onto the shoes below and realized they were almost even. He leaned in once more so very close and drew. His card was the 6 of diamonds, she was elated and she reached eagerly for the cards and her eyes widened as it was the 5 of diamonds, "I so suck at shuffling."

Taking a deep breath she pushed off from the table and her lip nervously disappeared once more between even white teeth as she swallowed and slid her hands along her dress. The black cotton clung to her breasts and waist flaring slightly at the hips and she got a mischievous glint in her eyes. Reaching behind her surreptitiously lifting her skirt she slid her hands into her lace thong under wear and slid them down her long silk clad legs and allowed the skirt to fall back into place. Tossing the black lace onto the table she blushed slightly before saying," you never said what order the clothing had to come off."

 

[Light Ice]

His short response was quick and she shivered as she flipped her card, 8 of Diamonds laid on the table. She swallowed and watched as he flipped the 7 of the same suit. His nearness was wreaking havoc with her senses. The air she breathed was his scent, the heat she felt was his body so very close. The desire she was feeling he imbued in her and she had to keep from touching him.

His hand along the back of her neck cause her back to stiffen and she let her grey eyes meet his own, waiting. What seemed like a life time only happened in the breadth of a minute. It was a good thing the lustful look he gave her wasn't real fire, or she would have been naked. She thought he was going to kiss her, and she took a deep breath her breasts rising and falling rapidly until he moved away. He had lost the draw and she asked,"Boxers or briefs?"

He surprised her by leaning in close and giving her another twofer, socks... Mentally she shivered as she watched him toss them onto the shoes below and realized they were almost even. He leaned in once more so very close and drew. His card was the 6 of diamonds, she was elated and she reached eagerly for the cards and her eyes widened as it was the 5 of diamonds, "I so suck at shuffling."

Taking a deep breath she pushed off from the table and her lip nervously disappeared once more between even white teeth as she swallowed and slid her hands along her dress. The black cotton clung to her breasts and waist flaring slightly at the hips and she got a mischievous glint in her eyes. Reaching behind her surreptitiously lifting her skirt she slid her hands into her lace thong under wear and slid them down her long silk clad legs and allowed the skirt to fall back into place. Tossing the black lace onto the table she blushed slightly before saying," you never said what order the clothing had to come off."

His cock ached. The heat of it along his thigh a powerful, throbbing presence that he could not shake. Some part of him mused, as the next cards fell, that it was better luck than it first appeared. The impressive length of him a gift in all things intimate. A curse when it came to men's apparel.

But what stole his thoughts was the flush that ran up her cheeks as she cheekily slipped the panties down. A smooth ripple of movement beneath the black hem of her dress before the fabric fell down the perfection of long, sleekly-toned legs. She worried her lip. And he imagined, all at once, taking hold of her and kissing her here in the dim light of the card parlor. Stolen away from the rest of the world. In the privacy they'd necessitated for the wager she'd put forth.

His hands went to his belt and laid it open. Leather and shining, sleek steel.

"I imagine that feels better." He offered.

And then, with a gesture, he pointed to the abandoned panties. His eyes never abandoned her own. He knew, without looking, that the little pile of silk she'd dropped at her feet was wet. And he knew, when he stepped forward and pulled the belt free from the loops of his pants, that she'd see the outline of his length proudly down the corded stretch of his right thigh. The belt was laid on the seat of a chair. While he, leaning near her, reached past once more to take a card.

"I like how you smell."

Close enough for her perfume.

Close enough for something far dirtier.

The comment offered without apology as he tossed the card over on the table. The Ace of Diamonds.

 

[Destiny]

His cock ached. The heat of it along his thigh a powerful, throbbing presence that he could not shake. Some part of him mused, as the next cards fell, that it was better luck than it first appeared. The impressive length of him a gift in all things intimate. A curse when it came to men's apparel.

But what stole his thoughts was the flush that ran up her cheeks as she cheekily slipped the panties down. A smooth ripple of movement beneath the black hem of her dress before the fabric fell down the perfection of long, sleekly-toned legs. She worried her lip. And he imagined, all at once, taking hold of her and kissing her here in the dim light of the card parlor. Stolen away from the rest of the world. In the privacy they'd necessitated for the wager she'd put forth.

His hands went to his belt and laid it open. Leather and shining, sleek steel.

"I imagine that feels better." He offered.

And then, with a gesture, he pointed to the abandoned panties. His eyes never abandoned her own. He knew, without looking, that the little pile of silk she'd dropped at her feet was wet. And he knew, when he stepped forward and pulled the belt free from the loops of his pants, that she'd see the outline of his length proudly down the corded stretch of his right thigh. The belt was laid on the seat of a chair. While he, leaning near her, reached past once more to take a card.

"I like how you smell."

Close enough for her perfume.

Close enough for something far dirtier.

The comment offered without apology as he tossed the card over on the table. The Ace of Diamonds.

She had set the terms and the outcome wasn't looking good for her as she once more lost the the toss of fickle fate's whim. Stepping away fro the table once more she stood before him in stockinged feet and they were not allowed to come off until the end. She had played and lost the hand this time... and it seemed her cheeky banter had gotten her in deeper trouble.

Reaching behind her she undid the tight top, the release caused her breasts to pool in the black cotton corseted top. This was the last piece of clothing she had and he had won it from her form. Holding one hand to her breasts she slid first one strap and switching arms the other strap along her arms. The dress finally was lowered along her body and she stepped from the dress lifting it up and laying it along the chair she had sat in previously.

She felt the chill of the room, her nipples were taunt with it. A small patch of red curls glistened along her no exposed sex and she leaned against the table her eyes meeting your own. " So do we play the finally hand... or do you want to play ...." she paused letting the word trail off before saying," for my stockings?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Ish looked up a bit at the Bouncer. "So where do I sleep? Not wanting to go home. Although I do have a home, just too lazy to hop in back to the truck and drive there." He said wondering if he gets private quarters too, laying his head on the counter.

She glanced briefly at her latest employee and tried to remain.... sweet.
"You go home, Ish. The only people who have designated sleeping quarters here are management."
She gave him a wave of her hand, a dismissal and turned back to the stranger who had been asking for an audience.

 

[HornyIsh69]

She glanced briefly at her latest employee and tried to remain.... sweet.
"You go home, Ish. The only people who have designated sleeping quarters here are management."
She gave him a wave of her hand, a dismissal and turned back to the stranger who had been asking for an audience.

Ish nodded cause he knew when he was no longer needed for the evening, he would close the door. But not in an aggressive slam just a soft close. He would then head to his truck and then quietly drove off.

 

[Light Ice]

She had set the terms and the outcome wasn't looking good for her as she once more lost the the toss of fickle fate's whim. Stepping away fro the table once more she stood before him in stockinged feet and they were not allowed to come off until the end. She had played and lost the hand this time... and it seemed her cheeky banter had gotten her in deeper trouble.

Reaching behind her she undid the tight top, the release caused her breasts to pool in the black cotton corseted top. This was the last piece of clothing she had and he had won it from her form. Holding one hand to her breasts she slid first one strap and switching arms the other strap along her arms. The dress finally was lowered along her body and she stepped from the dress lifting it up and laying it along the chair she had sat in previously.

She felt the chill of the room, her nipples were taunt with it. A small patch of red curls glistened along her no exposed sex and she leaned against the table her eyes meeting your own. " So do we play the finally hand... or do you want to play ...." she paused letting the word trail off before saying," for my stockings?"

"They stay." He reminded her.

The certainty of every syllable offered as the room's dark seemed to swell and swallow them up. Now, with her regarding him, her flawless backside pressed to the rail and he stepped forward. The distance between them suddenly and steadily devoured by the length of his stride. The vision of her played out before him. A perfect collection of lean lines and soft, flowing curves. The upturn of her breasts peaked in tight, pink nipples. Hard like erasers. The natural, easy beauty of her playing into the fires of the desire they'd coaxed. She was the beauty.

He was most certainly the beast.

For now, though, he held fast to his patience. All good things, as the saying went, and more so the rapidly solidifying nature of their unfinished business could only really begin with the thing he'd first denied himself.

All at once he took hold of her. Not by her waist, though it was as though the trim of her middle was built for his large hands, but by the cheeks. The strength of his palms, their warmth, closing gently but firmly. He stroked his thumbs up from her chin and along to the ridges of her cheek bones. Her eyes held as he drew her up onto her tip toes and off the table before his head bowed, and tilted, and their mouths met.

All good things, as the saying went, and more so now as his mouth worked gently against her own. The full plush curve of her lips pliant and silken under his own. His tongue pressing out and coaxing hers to meet it, to tangle gently, and deepen. He'd kiss her harder by the moment. Harder, and with every goodness, until he stole her breath and gave her his own. The steady thudding of his heart a bass rhythm as the cadence they found quickened.

And one of his hands slipped to the back of her head and buried itself firmly, with great purchase, in the perfection of her hair.

 

[Destiny]

"They stay." He reminded her.

The certainty of every syllable offered as the room's dark seemed to swell and swallow them up. Now, with her regarding him, her flawless backside pressed to the rail and he stepped forward. The distance between them suddenly and steadily devoured by the length of his stride. The vision of her played out before him. A perfect collection of lean lines and soft, flowing curves. The upturn of her breasts peaked in tight, pink nipples. Hard like erasers. The natural, easy beauty of her playing into the fires of the desire they'd coaxed. She was the beauty.

He was most certainly the beast.

For now, though, he held fast to his patience. All good things, as the saying went, and more so the rapidly solidifying nature of their unfinished business could only really begin with the thing he'd first denied himself.

All at once he took hold of her. Not by her waist, though it was as though the trim of her middle was built for his large hands, but by the cheeks. The strength of his palms, their warmth, closing gently but firmly. He stroked his thumbs up from her chin and along to the ridges of her cheek bones. Her eyes held as he drew her up onto her tip toes and off the table before his head bowed, and tilted, and their mouths met.

All good things, as the saying went, and more so now as his mouth worked gently against her own. The full plush curve of her lips pliant and silken under his own. His tongue pressing out and coaxing hers to meet it, to tangle gently, and deepen. He'd kiss her harder by the moment. Harder, and with every goodness, until he stole her breath and gave her his own. The steady thudding of his heart a bass rhythm as the cadence they found quickened.

And one of his hands slipped to the back of her head and buried itself firmly, with great purchase, in the perfection of her hair.

His voice was like a caress when he spoke, Her fingers were curled into fists at the side of her hips. Watching him stalk her, moving closer she couldn't breathe. Her gaze watched him as he studied her body, taking in all the aspects as if cataloguing them for his own use, what he would do with each part of her. She could feel the goose bumps rise along her body where his gaze touched cause her nipples to tighten, her hips to shift. She felt like she was in a trance.

Her eyes closed when his fingers touched her cheek leaning into the caress of his touch the calloused caress adding a new dynamic to its deep touch. She opened then again feeling his need to look into her eyes and she lifted them to his once more. She felt the pull from him for her to come up closer to his body, she touched him finally her hands soft and warm along his chest caressing over the tattoo that she had wanted to strum before.

When his lips caressed her own she finally remember to breathe again, what was it about this man that made her unable to breath. Her lips parted under his coaxing touch, like petals to the sun reveling in the heat the need to be nourished. His tongue along her own drew a soft low moan in her throat, and she pressed in even closer. Her hands slipped up higher still to rest on his shoulders and she rested there in his arms taking all that he wanted to give her and giving what she could to please the man claiming her mouth.

Another moan of pleasure came from her as his finger threaded into her thick locks and kept her in place as if she were so precious he didn't want to release her.

 

[Light Ice]

His voice was like a caress when he spoke, Her fingers were curled into fists at the side of her hips. Watching him stalk her, moving closer she couldn't breathe. Her gaze watched him as he studied her body, taking in all the aspects as if cataloguing them for his own use, what he would do with each part of her. She could feel the goose bumps rise along her body where his gaze touched cause her nipples to tighten, her hips to shift. She felt like she was in a trance.

Her eyes closed when his fingers touched her cheek leaning into the caress of his touch the calloused caress adding a new dynamic to its deep touch. She opened then again feeling his need to look into her eyes and she lifted them to his once more. She felt the pull from him for her to come up closer to his body, she touched him finally her hands soft and warm along his chest caressing over the tattoo that she had wanted to strum before.

When his lips caressed her own she finally remember to breathe again, what was it about this man that made her unable to breath. Her lips parted under his coaxing touch, like petals to the sun reveling in the heat the need to be nourished. His tongue along her own drew a soft low moan in her throat, and she pressed in even closer. Her hands slipped up higher still to rest on his shoulders and she rested there in his arms taking all that he wanted to give her and giving what she could to please the man claiming her mouth.

Another moan of pleasure came from her as his finger threaded into her thick locks and kept her in place as if she were so precious he didn't want to release her.

He drank her up. Drunk in the intimacy of it all. The soft warmth of her breasts crushing to his broad chest and the way she arched up into him as if to mold herself to the rugged length of his much larger form. Under her hands he was still, and steady, and dangerous. The planes of muscle bound tightly to nerves that came to life under her caress. The nearness of her. The tight, hard peaks of her nipples pressing into her skin and the silken softness everywhere else. The hand that remained on her cheek abandoned it so that his powerful arm could circle her, pull her in, draw her up tight and hold her there where she seemed to so effortlessly belong.

From her throat came keening, whimpering sounds of pleasure and want. Music. Hints that he would be wise to make her sing and the temptation was powerful and profound to lay her out across the table at her back and set to it. Still, for all his vice, patience was one of his few virtues. And instead, as his fingers curled inward into a fist and pressure ran along her scalp, he pulled her head back until their mouths parted and her chin was forced to lift.

He was so much larger than her.

So much stronger.

And the hunger of old made his blood hot and the sweetness of her coaxed him until his lips brushed along the underside of her delicate jaw and dipped until his teeth closed along the soft column of her exposed throat. Biting tenderly, and then soothing any ache with the warm, wet pass of his tongue. She tasted of salt, and peony, and honeysuckle. She moved like liquid sex in his arms, arching, needy. And the dim light of the card parlor did nothing to veil the beauty of her. His lips and tongue and teeth devouring her neckline until, at last, he spoke against her skin.

Withdrawing so his eyes marked her own with cool, unmistakable want.

"Draw your card."

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

His entrance into the Sinful Vixen was a quiet one, as almost all his entrances were, heralded only by the slight bow of the greeter, wishing him a pleasant visit. He detested being the center of attention, and would normally have never come at all given his lack interest in most places of finery. Still, he wasn't so obtuse, or out of touch, that he didn't know that he'd need to dress up for the place. The simple makings of a suit, trousers and shoes and button up shirt, boringly bland with its black and white coloration, though he'd forgone the suit jacket in favor of a waistcoat. Old fashioned, perhaps, but he'd always enjoyed the fashions of bygones eras more than current trends. A pocket watch was slipped into a front pocket, the chain to hold it fast hanging free, a gift from a loved one that he'd rare occasion to bring out, but what better time or place than a visit to an upscale establishment.

Eyes cast about in the way that he always did arriving somewhere new, seeing the people milling about, hearing the quiet sort of noise that was prevalent in such intimate spaces. Men and women mingled, whilst workers moved here and there to attend to tasks unknown, and others still entertained guests with ease and, perhaps just a bit of stiffness. A newly opened place, with new employees. Skilled though they may be, it would be awhile yet before stiffness gave way to familiarity. He could see bar and tables, and it was one of the latter he selected, tucked into a quiet corner away from the main thoroughfares of workers and visitors both. He was under no illusions that he'd be missed for some time, save for the lone waitress that seemed to materialize as soon as he sat down. A gentle smile, to dispel any thoughts or uncertainties in the young woman, before the quiet request for a coffee, cream and sugar added liberally to take the edge of any bitterness.

Then it was time he settled into his claimed place, gaze shifting here and there as he merely observed the proceedings of this encounter or that. People watching, some might call it, an apt description of his idle curiosity as he awaiting the young waitress' return.

 

[Destiny]

He drank her up. Drunk in the intimacy of it all. The soft warmth of her breasts crushing to his broad chest and the way she arched up into him as if to mold herself to the rugged length of his much larger form. Under her hands he was still, and steady, and dangerous. The planes of muscle bound tightly to nerves that came to life under her caress. The nearness of her. The tight, hard peaks of her nipples pressing into her skin and the silken softness everywhere else. The hand that remained on her cheek abandoned it so that his powerful arm could circle her, pull her in, draw her up tight and hold her there where she seemed to so effortlessly belong.

From her throat came keening, whimpering sounds of pleasure and want. Music. Hints that he would be wise to make her sing and the temptation was powerful and profound to lay her out across the table at her back and set to it. Still, for all his vice, patience was one of his few virtues. And instead, as his fingers curled inward into a fist and pressure ran along her scalp, he pulled her head back until their mouths parted and her chin was forced to lift.

He was so much larger than her.

So much stronger.

And the hunger of old made his blood hot and the sweetness of her coaxed him until his lips brushed along the underside of her delicate jaw and dipped until his teeth closed along the soft column of her exposed throat. Biting tenderly, and then soothing any ache with the warm, wet pass of his tongue. She tasted of salt, and peony, and honeysuckle. She moved like liquid sex in his arms, arching, needy. And the dim light of the card parlor did nothing to veil the beauty of her. His lips and tongue and teeth devouring her neckline until, at last, he spoke against her skin.

Withdrawing so his eyes marked her own with cool, unmistakable want.

"Draw your card."

She could feel the restraint he was exerting, he felt like a coiled spring under her fingers and caress. Feeling the strength of his body as his hand curled deeper into her hair and lifted her head up away from his kiss and tilt it back she bit her kiss swollen lip. Her eyes closed and her breathing came back in large quantities making her breasts rise and fall against his chest. Her stomach tightened and the bite made her growl, her nails scraped his shoulders encouraging him to take more.

She couldn't get close enough to him she wanted more and pressed in even closer her skin was on fire where he touched her and cold from the room where he didn't the extreme in the temps made her skin prickle. He smelled of leather, whisky and his own male scent, her head felt like she was drunk and she didn't want to stop drinking. The light of the room only enhanced his mysterious allure and she blinked when he spoke.

"Card? Draw your card?' She flushed with new embarrassment and she fumbled to reach the deck making a mess of them before she plucked up her card and tossed it onto the table, King of Clubs. She remained where she was his hand still trapped in her hair," your turn."

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish returned to the place, the next morning. He was in a better mood than the other. Besides threats that he shrugged off let alone being carted back to home. Ish dreaded that but he went back into the place, although he was 1 minute late. Besides it was 1 minute, they weren't gonna bitch at him. Would they?

He opened the door, smiling as he was in a better shirt and pants and a way better mood. He was drinking black coffee and began to sit at the bar. Awaiting for his shift, or whatever was about to happen. Although he was more inclined to work, he wasn't gonna bitch since he was a waiter which was all they had for the job, he was gonna hang in even if he was gonna wow them and move up. If not, then he wasn't gonna stress.

 

[Light Ice]

She could feel the restraint he was exerting, he felt like a coiled spring under her fingers and caress. Feeling the strength of his body as his hand curled deeper into her hair and lifted her head up away from his kiss and tilt it back she bit her kiss swollen lip. Her eyes closed and her breathing came back in large quantities making her breasts rise and fall against his chest. Her stomach tightened and the bite made her growl, her nails scraped his shoulders encouraging him to take more.

She couldn't get close enough to him she wanted more and pressed in even closer her skin was on fire where he touched her and cold from the room where he didn't the extreme in the temps made her skin prickle. He smelled of leather, whisky and his own male scent, her head felt like she was drunk and she didn't want to stop drinking. The light of the room only enhanced his mysterious allure and she blinked when he spoke.

"Card? Draw your card?' She flushed with new embarrassment and she fumbled to reach the deck making a mess of them before she plucked up her card and tossed it onto the table, King of Clubs. She remained where she was his hand still trapped in her hair," your turn."

In her hands a King. In his a Queen.

The long and the short of it. He leaned then and bowed his head, acknowledging the victory she'd won, and reached down between then. The back of his knuckles grazed a path along her collarbone. Flared along the swell of her full, perfect breast. Tracked down to the trim of her ribs and middle, along her navel. Pausing there so that his fingers could unfasten the clasp of his slacks and lay loose the metal teeth of the fly. They fell from his rangy hips. Abandoned near her panties and the shoes they'd left behind.

But he did not draw away.

Or hesitate.

He wore athletic briefs. Dark composite fabric, slate grey, clung to the corded muscle of his thighs and revealed, lewdly, the ferociously hard length of cock trapped tightly along his leg. The hand in her hair did not relent. Though, letting her chin fall back, he found her eyes with his own. There was one last card to play. How it fell, truthfully, would not be a worry to his mind.

He'd been lucky from the start.

But as he leaned in his hand turned, the backs of his knuckles abandoning her belly, and the long stretch of his fingers reached out to curve along the cup of her sex. The short, soft curls that covered her parted with the strength and softness of his touch. He curled a finger into her, parting the slick grasp of her petals, and stroked softly up into the tight grasp of her. Only to draw it out, soaked and hot, to circle the tip of that digit up along her clit in an almost lazy, indulgent caress.

"Once again." This time it was the hand in her mane that abandoned her. And it tossed a ten of clubs down from the deck. His eyes never leaving hers.

 

[Destiny]

In her hands a King. In his a Queen.

The long and the short of it. He leaned then and bowed his head, acknowledging the victory she'd won, and reached down between then. The back of his knuckles grazed a path along her collarbone. Flared along the swell of her full, perfect breast. Tracked down to the trim of her ribs and middle, along her navel. Pausing there so that his fingers could unfasten the clasp of his slacks and lay loose the metal teeth of the fly. They fell from his rangy hips. Abandoned near her panties and the shoes they'd left behind.

But he did not draw away.

Or hesitate.

He wore athletic briefs. Dark composite fabric, slate grey, clung to the corded muscle of his thighs and revealed, lewdly, the ferociously hard length of cock trapped tightly along his leg. The hand in her hair did not relent. Though, letting her chin fall back, he found her eyes with his own. There was one last card to play. How it fell, truthfully, would not be a worry to his mind.

He'd been lucky from the start.

But as he leaned in his hand turned, the backs of his knuckles abandoning her belly, and the long stretch of his fingers reached out to curve along the cup of her sex. The short, soft curls that covered her parted with the strength and softness of his touch. He curled a finger into her, parting the slick grasp of her petals, and stroked softly up into the tight grasp of her. Only to draw it out, soaked and hot, to circle the tip of that digit up along her clit in an almost lazy, indulgent caress.

"Once again." This time it was the hand in her mane that abandoned her. And it tossed a ten of clubs down from the deck. His eyes never leaving hers.

The caress of his hand on her skin felt like a lava flow down the side of a mountain and she felt it all the way to her core. If she wasn't hot and wet before she was liquid lava now. She felt the release of her head but not her hair as she she tracked your hand down and further to the sly of your pants and then watched them fall. Her tongue licked out and flicked along her tongue as she saw the beast within the man, or without....

When his fingers slid to her sex her legs shifted and she jumped, she hadn't expected that and she lifted her eyes to look at him watching his reactions as he and her hips thrust ever so subtlety against his finger as he withdrew it only to tease it along her clit. Thank the gods for the table that she was leaning against, she was barely staying upright as it was and when his hand left her hair she had to brace herself.

She had started all of this torment was it only a week ago.... and yet it seemed so far away the teasing the taunting and banter. He had almost dared her to come to the Sinful Vixen and she almost hadn't, his words, 'Join me in the bordello' It hadn't felt like a request. So she had come and they had talked. His blunt 'I want to fuck' Had thrown her off a bit, but she had wanted to play and now here they were. Playing.

She didn't look away sliding her hand along the table until it was on the deck of cards. her fingers slid along the top of the deck and she slowly caressed the card along the table and to her chest. She didn't look at it and only showed it to his gaze waiting to find out if she had won... or lost... both. "What will it be LI?"

 

[StrangeView]

She heard the sharp whistle and grumbled.

"Going to have to talk to that man about whistling for me. What do I look like, his pet bitch?"

Finished with lunch, DW stepped out of the office with the intent to return her plate to the kitchen, but then she heard a stranger asking for management. Of course, Ice was still off playing somewhere. So, tag, she was it. Stepping up to the bar, she set the plate on the bartop. Looking to Logan, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Listen Wolf, you could have just sent him to the office you know. Whistle for me again and I'll shove something between those lips of yours to keep them occupied."

She looked at the stranger, unfolding her arms first before extending her right hand with a smile on her lips.

"Hello. Welcome to the Sinful Vixen. I believe you wanted to talk to management? I'm DW. What can I do for you?"

"Hi DW, I go by the name of Strange, for reasons I don't want to get into right now, and I'm looking for somewhere to invest a sum of money. The opening of your new enterprise has come to my attention, and think we could do business. I'm not looking for a partnership, or any control over your business, I just want to put the money in and get a modest return. True, I could go out into the market and make a fair 7% but I'd rather not do that. I'd much rather help you with your first couple of years, and I'd be happy to see 4% back on the deal. There are some conditions. Firstly, anonymity; I don't want to be seen to have any involvement here. Secondly, there may be times when I need to hole up discreetly for a few days, no preferential treatment, just a room at the going rate. The money is clean, I'm not laundering, I just need a deal on the quiet. I have at my disposal $800k, which can be with you in 48 hours. Are you interested? "

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Hi DW, I go by the name of Strange, for reasons I don't want to get into right now, and I'm looking for somewhere to invest a sum of money. The opening of your new enterprise has come to my attention, and think we could do business. I'm not looking for a partnership, or any control over your business, I just want to put the money in and get a modest return. True, I could go out into the market and make a fair 7% but I'd rather not do that. I'd much rather help you with your first couple of years, and I'd be happy to see 4% back on the deal. There are some conditions. Firstly, anonymity; I don't want to be seen to have any involvement here. Secondly, there may be times when I need to hole up discreetly for a few days, no preferential treatment, just a room at the going rate. The money is clean, I'm not laundering, I just need a deal on the quiet. I have at my disposal $800k, which can be with you in 48 hours. Are you interested? "

She arched a delicate brow at this person calling himself Strange.

"Well, Strange, that's an interesting proposition you have. Are you in a hurry for an answer? I'd like to talk it over with my partner first, if you don't mind. Unfortunately he's a little..... occupied at the moment and I'm not sure how long he's going to be. Knowing him, it will depend on who-er-what's driving him. I can get back to you sometime tomorrow, I think. Excuse me a moment."

Ish returned to the place, the next morning. He was in a better mood than the other. Besides threats that he shrugged off let alone being carted back to home. Ish dreaded that but he went back into the place, although he was 1 minute late. Besides it was 1 minute, they weren't gonna bitch at him. Would they?

He opened the door, smiling as he was in a better shirt and pants and a way better mood. He was drinking black coffee and began to sit at the bar. Awaiting for his shift, or whatever was about to happen. Although he was more inclined to work, he wasn't gonna bitch since he was a waiter which was all they had for the job, he was gonna hang in even if he was gonna wow them and move up. If not, then he wasn't gonna stress.

" Ish, would you go find Logan, please. The staff's new uniforms just came in and I had them taken to his office. Be sure to knock first. Now Strange, as I was saying, will tomorrow work for you? I should be able to get my partner's attention by then."

 

[HornyIsh69]

" Ish, would go find Logan, please. The staff's new uniforms just came in and I had them taken to his office. Be sure to knock first. Now Strange, as I was saying, will tomorrow work for you? I should be able to get my partner's attention by then."

"Ah of course, Ma'am." Ish said, nodding and then would then head over to the area where Logan's office would be, but he would actually knock first instead of barging in. "Mister Logan, it's me. The youngin with the harsh attitude yesterday. Well still the youngin but with a better tone and mood. DW said you have the uniforms here."

He said knocking once, just waiting for a small reply. He would wait patiently since he was in a better mood anyway.

 

[StrangeView]

She arched a delicate brow at this person calling himself Strange.

"Well, Strange, that's an interesting proposition you have. Are you in a hurry for an answer? I'd like to talk it over with my partner first, if you don't mind. Unfortunately he's a little..... occupied at the moment and I'm not sure how long he's going to be. Knowing him, it will depend on who-er-what's driving him. I can get back to you sometime tomorrow, I think. Excuse me a moment."


" Ish, would you go find Logan, please. The staff's new uniforms just came in and I had them taken to his office. Be sure to knock first. Now Strange, as I was saying, will tomorrow work for you? I should be able to get my partner's attention by then."

"Tomorrow works fine for me, thank you for your time. Might I get a drink while I'm here?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Rain heard the knock, her eyes flickering open, blinking lightly. She nudges a naked Logan laying next to her....
I think I hear Ish at the door.... She whispers in his ear, nipping the lobe playfully... she drew the furs around her also very naked form, so if he did let Ish in, she was suitably covered.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Tomorrow works fine for me, thank you for your time. Might I get a drink while I'm here?"

Of course, Strange.