The Sinful Vixen Burlesque and Bordello

[HornyIsh69]

She had gone home, gotten something to eat then returned to see to the evening at the Sinful Vixen. She took the opportunity to change her clothes as well. This evening she chose a sequined blouse tucked into a pair of black slacks. She wore a pair of red high heels. She had made her way to the bar earlier and ordered Jameson. Straight. She was sipping it, while she went over some paperwork in front of her. Her heels were hooked on the rung under her bar stool.

So, decision was made. Whatever it was that Strange was proposing, they were going to do it. If there was any trouble, Logan would handle it. She knew he was more than capable. There were things about him that many may not know. She was still unsure, but decided to go forward to it. They would see how it worked out.

Somewhere behind her was Ish, who had busted his ass all day and his shift was about to end. She had to give him credit and so far, he was passing her tests with flying colors but there were still days yet to come. She hadn't seen Mo yet, so apparently he hadn't discovered the secret passageway between here and the Mansion. Thank Heavens. However, there were quite a few secret passageways in her home and she was worried he might have gotten lost.

Ish smiled and then already did things that he already did. Wiping the counter down so he would head to the bar to see whatever else was done. He headed to the Bar to see who upper management was there. He was in a groove cleaning tables and doing other chores that even he would've disliked but was more lenient towards this.

Although it was a few days left to come, he wasn't gonna slow down or fail. Wasn't anything new or nothing old either, but he smiled a bit. "Anything else that needs to be done?" He asked.

 

[Light Ice]

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?"

"Sit back." Came the answer.

And his strong hands came together at the arch of her hips. She was an otherwise lissome thing but as he lifted her, effortlessly, and sat her perfect backside on the card table's rail, her hips flared naturally in their stunning, feminine way. The contrast between her body and his own on display. The long, graceful legs hugged in silk now forced to spread around his rugged hips. It was not hard to imagine tugging down the waist of his briefs and springing the tremendous length of himself free, burying it deep under the curtain of downy red curls into the liquid sweet lay beyond.

But instead he watched her. The little expressions that took her face. The way she worried her lip with her teeth. The pretty sway of her ample tits as she settled, nipples hard in the cool air, skin fair and lovely. His desire had firmly taken root now. Below them, milling about, the girls and the staff moved. He couldn't hear them from here. Their privacy intact. But he could feel it. The budding success of this place. The thrill of seeing it re-open blending naturally into the far more potent thrill of her near-naked presence.

And the hunger in how he looked at her sharpening to predatory intensity.

Strong hands ran across the tops of her thighs. God, her skin was so fucking soft. It yielded to the strength of his hands and her legs spread. Beneath long lashes she looked at him coquettishly. A devastating, inherent sexiness present. Her thighs spread and he felt her heels curl around the back of his muscled thighs. As though to pull him in. Every touch now sparking white-hot pleasure to roll through him just from the intimate, potent nearness of her.

His left hand abandoned her leg and dipped, not for his waist, but to grab one of the chairs at the card table. He whipped it around so that the back struck the edge of the table beneath her and, settling down, he took a straddled seat facing her.

"I want you to cum for me." He said. The demand, his winning demand, stated then as his powerful, naked arms curled under her coltish thighs and his hands slipped up to wrap around her hips. It locked her in place. Her calves thrown over his broad shoulders as his head descended. Already the sweet scent of her dizzingly. "I believe that's most..."

And then his lips brushed first the soft, wetted red curls above her pussy. And then the inside of her left thigh. The inside of her right. His breath a warm, hot damp caress along the little pink folds of her sex. "Reasonable."

He finished. A playful mimic of the wager she'd made and lost. Before his mouth closed against her petals in a deep kiss that lashed the heat of his wet tongue in a lashing caress upwards through her soaked little slit. Spreading her pussy lips with that talented muscle and ending with a pointed, curling stroke along her clit. Once. Twice. Before his tongue's next pass along that delicate little bud was to run the tip beneath its receeding hood and circle it with wanton, indulgent pleasure. The wet of her on his bearded cheeks.

And, as his left hand began to sink two thick fingers into her, stretching her around them as the velvet vice of her clamped down and the pads of his fingers hooked to find her G-Spot, he devoured her in a rhythm with stroking, fucking fingers.

 

[Destiny]

"Sit back."

Before she could move, he was moving her up onto the table the rubber bumper creating a natural pillow for her hips and thighs. She watched him, like prey to a hungry predator. His body pressing in closer parting her thighs wider and she dropped the 9 of clubs, letting it flutter into another existence. Lifting her head up to look into his eyes, her body trembled she wasn't sure from what. He was all male dominance and she reveled in his attentions.

She shifted on the table placing her hands at her sides and back arcing her back naturally causing her breasts to thrust up slightly. No sound filled the room save the shifting of their bodies every little rasp of the fabric or table echoes off the silent walls. She was growing nervous the longer he waited, feeling him study her the expressions crossing his face making her tremble more. The winner got whatever they wanted with in reason. And that gaze made her feel like a meal and he was hungry.

The touch of his hands on her thighs made her jump slightly causing her breasts to bounce and she giggled nervously but still remained silent waiting. Watching. His large hands were thick and calloused and she could feel them caress along her skin and she moaned softly. She hadn't realized she had her legs wrapped around his legs and she slowly opened them, opened herself to him. It felt like an eternity and it still wasn't enough time to be worshiped by him.

When he grabbed the chair and turned its back to the table she blinked in confuse when he sat in front of her straddling the seat. Her eyes tracked him still and she was breathing harder now wondering what he was thinking. He was so many things she couldn't describe and more, he spoke to parts of her she didn't know were listening and still she waited.

"I want you to cum for me." He said.

She felt the tug when he moved her to the edge of the table more and she leaned back her hands on the table to keep from falling back . She looked along her body as he was settled between her thighs, lifting them up and over his large broad shoulders and her heels dug into his back. When his head descended she thought she would loose her mind. The caress of his mouth on her flesh, sending shock waves up and along her skin and she tilted her head back a long soft growl sliding along her lips.

His tongue was like a heat seeking missile that sent sparks all along her sex. She couldn't hold herself up any longer and laid back along the table. She squirmed under his mouth her body beginning to respond and she couldn't keep quiet with each pass of his tongue each caress of his beard along sensitive skin. She was sopping wet now she could feel the cold air where he had left her essence on her skin only to feel it in another area.

She placed one hand in his hair curling the fingers into the thick locks and the other went to her breasts to play with her nipples at the onslaught of his tongue. When his finger slipped inside her, she dug her heels in harder to his back and thrust up," Oh gods yes... " She called out... her voice a deep throaty purr," Oh Gods... " her hips dipped and rolled trying to fuck his fingers and his tongue all at once.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

the man reeked of fear and he arched a brow as he stared at the man, his forearms resting on the table, his hands clasped together, his nose twitched as he scented the air, his black amber gaze unblinking as he watched the male Fidget, canting his head slightly, managing to keep a straight face when he wanted to grin. Sitting back he motioned to a waitress with 2 fingers and she nodded, bringing over two glasses filled with amber liquid, he pushed the glass to the man, then took a drink from his own "No inconvenience at all, so what brings you to Vixens? job hunting?" he inquired

"Seeing what there is to see."

A helpfully unhelpful response, though it was the first that sprang to mind. He had to wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing, though hindsight rarely did anyone any good. He'd a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth, usually without him realizing he'd done it until far too late for it to matter. But he'd survived so far, so it was what it was. He glanced at the glass pushed towards him, eyed it with the look of someone who'd rather not, but he also couldn't simply refuse. Manners driven home and all that, not to mention a healthy respect for what was, no doubt, something of a pricy thing to be offering, though he was just as likely to be wrong on that front. Judging by the finery of the Vixen, though, he doubted he was mistaken when it came to the expense put towards getting the best available. A slight sigh, and then the glass was retrieved, the amber liquid sampled, and only the hint of distaste at the alcohol slipping across his features.

An acquired taste he'd not ever gotten around to acquiring. When it came to alcohol, and the few occasions he bothered to drink it, shots were usually the prevailing drink of choice. Quick, easy, and he wouldn't have to taste it for nearly as long.

"Even if I was here about work, I'm not sure what it is I would be doing. Security is clearly well in hand," A tilted head towards the man across from him, "and I'm afraid I've little experience in waiting tables or handling guests. Unless you've a whirly-bird about, I'm afraid I've little practical skills that might be of use to a place such as this. No, I was looking for management to apologize for my rather ill-timed visit."

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Seeing what there is to see."

A helpfully unhelpful response, though it was the first that sprang to mind. He had to wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing, though hindsight rarely did anyone any good. He'd a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth, usually without him realizing he'd done it until far too late for it to matter. But he'd survived so far, so it was what it was. He glanced at the glass pushed towards him, eyed it with the look of someone who'd rather not, but he also couldn't simply refuse. Manners driven home and all that, not to mention a healthy respect for what was, no doubt, something of a pricy thing to be offering, though he was just as likely to be wrong on that front. Judging by the finery of the Vixen, though, he doubted he was mistaken when it came to the expense put towards getting the best available. A slight sigh, and then the glass was retrieved, the amber liquid sampled, and only the hint of distaste at the alcohol slipping across his features.

An acquired taste he'd not ever gotten around to acquiring. When it came to alcohol, and the few occasions he bothered to drink it, shots were usually the prevailing drink of choice. Quick, easy, and he wouldn't have to taste it for nearly as long.

"Even if I was here about work, I'm not sure what it is I would be doing. Security is clearly well in hand," A tilted head towards the man across from him, "and I'm afraid I've little experience in waiting tables or handling guests. Unless you've a whirly-bird about, I'm afraid I've little practical skills that might be of use to a place such as this. No, I was looking for management to apologize for my rather ill-timed visit."

he smiled, a wolfish smile as the man before him stumbled over his words, looking more uncomfortable by the minute, watching as the man looked around, clearly nervous, the scent of his fear and trepidation heavy in the air, but he just merely continued to sip from his glass waiting for the man across from him to get on with it. The black amber of his stare reflecting the low light of the room making them seem to glow. glancing down at his watch as he noted the time he held a hand up to stop the ramblings and trying not to chuckle "i think we might be able to work something out, i was contemplating a helicopter pilot for VIP guests who wish to remain anonymous, but i havent had a chance to run it by the owners. Who have regrettably retired for the evening, if you wish to return in the morning im sure they will be in better sorts and maybe have a few ideas of their own to help you figure out your plight"

he said, swallowing what was left in his glass he set it on the table a passing waitress grabbing it and he rose to stand. "if youll excuse me, i too need to retire for the night" he said, nodding, turning he moved across the room, grabbing Rain he tossed her over her shoulder, listening to her surprised squeal he slapped her ass as he made his way to his office, locking the door behind him so as not to be disturbed, then through the secondary door into his apartment, tearing off his shirt he grinned, shutting out the Light before tossing Rain into the Fur's

 

[Light Ice]

"Sit back."

Before she could move, he was moving her up onto the table the rubber bumper creating a natural pillow for her hips and thighs. She watched him, like prey to a hungry predator. His body pressing in closer parting her thighs wider and she dropped the 9 of clubs, letting it flutter into another existence. Lifting her head up to look into his eyes, her body trembled she wasn't sure from what. He was all male dominance and she reveled in his attentions.

She shifted on the table placing her hands at her sides and back arcing her back naturally causing her breasts to thrust up slightly. No sound filled the room save the shifting of their bodies every little rasp of the fabric or table echoes off the silent walls. She was growing nervous the longer he waited, feeling him study her the expressions crossing his face making her tremble more. The winner got whatever they wanted with in reason. And that gaze made her feel like a meal and he was hungry.

The touch of his hands on her thighs made her jump slightly causing her breasts to bounce and she giggled nervously but still remained silent waiting. Watching. His large hands were thick and calloused and she could feel them caress along her skin and she moaned softly. She hadn't realized she had her legs wrapped around his legs and she slowly opened them, opened herself to him. It felt like an eternity and it still wasn't enough time to be worshiped by him.

When he grabbed the chair and turned its back to the table she blinked in confuse when he sat in front of her straddling the seat. Her eyes tracked him still and she was breathing harder now wondering what he was thinking. He was so many things she couldn't describe and more, he spoke to parts of her she didn't know were listening and still she waited.

"I want you to cum for me." He said.

She felt the tug when he moved her to the edge of the table more and she leaned back her hands on the table to keep from falling back . She looked along her body as he was settled between her thighs, lifting them up and over his large broad shoulders and her heels dug into his back. When his head descended she thought she would loose her mind. The caress of his mouth on her flesh, sending shock waves up and along her skin and she tilted her head back a long soft growl sliding along her lips.

His tongue was like a heat seeking missile that sent sparks all along her sex. She couldn't hold herself up any longer and laid back along the table. She squirmed under his mouth her body beginning to respond and she couldn't keep quiet with each pass of his tongue each caress of his beard along sensitive skin. She was sopping wet now she could feel the cold air where he had left her essence on her skin only to feel it in another area.

She placed one hand in his hair curling the fingers into the thick locks and the other went to her breasts to play with her nipples at the onslaught of his tongue. When his finger slipped inside her, she dug her heels in harder to his back and thrust up," Oh gods yes... " She called out... her voice a deep throaty purr," Oh Gods... " her hips dipped and rolled trying to fuck his fingers and his tongue all at once.

Beyond him, stretching out along the table's surface like a vision, she was elegance and perfection. The full, heavy swell of her breasts swaying when she trembled. The tight, pink beads of her nipples tight and hard against her caressing fingers. A curtain of red curls falling across slender, fair shoulders. Narrow and girlish. Beauty in the dim light, elegant and sweet and sultry and now, shaking as his strong hand worked back and rocked forward, sliding two thick fingers into the impossibly perfect grasp of her pussy. The wet, wanton sounds joining that of his tongue hungrily working her clit. Lashing it. Circling it. Before his lips closed on it and he suckled hard.

She was soaking his beard.

She was stealing his breath.

But he meant to return the favor. With every little buck and roll of her hip, the hand upon them tightened and locked her down tight to it, trapping her in place so that she was at his mercy. And he had none.

Under her legs, beneath her heels, his shoulders and back were a ripple of powerful, living muscle. The tension living beneath her potent and strong. Ferociously so. And when he moved some her legs swayed helplessly, betraying very much this great physical dichotomy between them. She arched into his mouth and his mouth bore down in answer, pressing deep, suckling and lashing and feasting as he devoured the delicious perfection of her sex.

Under his fingers she rippled. A strength of her own. Delicate, silken walls biting down on the invasion. Drawing at them. Pulling as though to trap him deep - because he knew now the softness of her G-spot and he stroked firmly against it in time with his lips and his tongue. A low, growling moan rumbling from his throat as he set out to devour all that she had to give. And there was nothing sweeter.

 

[Destiny]

She was on fire and he was the carcinogen, his lust feeding her desire. Writhing on the table her hips shifted under his mouth. Wanting so much more, and he was giving her all that he could. When is temp increased she was panting and her hands went to his head her fingers threading into his hair feeling every stroke of his fingers and his tongue like silk against her most secretive parts.

"Oh gods... " her voice filled the room as she begged," Yes... oh fuck that feels amazing." She had no purchase for her feet as her heels dug deep into his back and her silk clad legs rubbed along his shoulders and arms. She squirmed and he pressed, She shifted and he met the thrust, she begged and he gave more. the constant ebb and flow of take and receive had her voicing every need and his answering response was to give even more.

Her hands continued to thread into his hair and her fingers curled into claws and she dropped them away to place them at her breasts once more playing with her nipples making them taunt with her need to cum. She couldn't handle it much longer and he seemed on a course for her ruin. He wasn't stopping and she didn't think she would survive his continued onslaught.

She broke, her thighs began to quiver and her back bowed up off the table. Her hands went to the table to hold her body tight and she came apart in his arms flooding his fingers and his mouth with her essence. Her muscles clenched his fingers rippling with the force of her orgasm that made her call out his name in a long keening cry. Her back dropped to the table and her legs tightened as a second orgasm hit and she shook her head her voice an agonized plea," No... Oh gods fuck... No... OH ... fuck me...!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

There was no time for the wicked they say. She was back in the office going over applications for the dancers. Of course, patrons would be encouraged to use the pole themselves, within limitations. They didn’t want drunk women to jump up on the stage and do who knows what. No, not good for business.

Last night she had slept in the office until Logan got the cam out of her room. She had only gone in there this morning to retrieve clothes then hightailed it back to the office and shower. She wore a flared black summer dress with white polka dots and sweetheart neckline. The dress fitted to her body to a tee, then flared out from her hips. Stockings and garters adorned her legs and she had slipped into a pair of red heels. In her ears were a pair of large silver hoops. There was a cup of coffee sitting on her desk as well as a silver coffee pot and everything else she required for the moment.

Putting down her pen, she picked up her coffee cup and sighed. Just a little longer and then she could relax a little. She was getting nervous. There were butterflies in her stomach when she thought of opening night. She did her best to project confidence and, well, power. The coffee was helping to sooth her nerves. Her eyes strayed to the closed office door. She knew she had to go there. She needed to find Ish and she needed to check in with the kitchen. Still….. the door was shut. She had her coffee and a pot that was half full. She didn’t need to emerge. Not yet. Please and Thank you.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish was still in the bar area. But wasn't sitting down, instead he was wiping down the main area. He then kept at his own pace and enjoying it. As he liked it.

 

[Talon7448]

Enters the bordello, nodding "I like what's been done with the place, it almost feels like....home" he says with a fanged grin, a lot of his mortal life was left behind, family, friends, wars, but one thing he and the Marquis De Sade had in common was they're desire of women, and the wonderful ways they could have them do as they pleased, some through hypnosis, some through pain... though he had killed in lust before it was not his way and desire to do such things, but the Marquis, as smart as he was, he was just as clinically insane. He laughed out loud looking to see who was in the main room.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She finally dared to brave something other than her sanctuary. The coffee had been drunk. The papers, for now, had been signed. She had to do it. The click of her heels echoed through the office as she walked to the door and slowly opened it. Stepping through the doorway, she partly closed the door behind her. Looking about the room, she spotted Ish working diligently. That made her smile. Talon had stopped in for a visit. She’d get back to him. Meanwhile, her eyes were on the search for Logan. Not spying him in the front of the house, she made her way to his office and paused to knock and wait a moment before she poked her head in.

“Well, damn. I thought you’d be off on the furs with Rain, “she grinned at him, “mind if I come in?” She asked but she did as she pleased anyway. Logan was sitting at his desk. She walked over to it and perched on a corner. One leg curved about the edge of the desk, giving him a peep of a black stocking and perhaps a hint of a garter. The leg swung slowly back and forth.

“Did you get that cam out of my room and is there any way to figure out who put the damn thing there?”

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish was working to keep this job although he didn't know if he was lied to by her about this was the only job. Or this was a test. He really didn't know what it was, test perhaps. This was just until they got more people. Hope she checked his resume out, if not it wasn't a big deal. The shift was close to finishing soon so he wouldn't go home yet.

 

[siobhancan99]

Siobhan sat in the parking lot outside for a while. She wasn't sure about going in at first, but eventually screwed up the courage. She walked to the door, pausing again, then inhaled and exhaled slowly. Opening the door she stepped in, letting her eyes adjust to the difference between the summer daylight and the inside. The woman was mid twenties, with a ragged assymetrical pixie-cut. Almost black hair spilled down the left side of her face to her chin, shorter on the right side and back. The one ear revealed a dozen or so piercings and bars, and if one were to look at her face closely they'd see the telltale holes of piercings removed for work. She wore a blazer and a skirt, the skirt perhaps a bit too long. Under the blazer a white blouse, buttoned up to the neck. Where she shifted, both arms showed sleeve tattoos down near to the wrist, and there were others concealed behind the businesslike dress, both under the blouse and the skirt. Like a punk playing dress-up.

She looked around, glad the interior was tasteful. She couldn't bring clients here if it was tawdry. Things looked expensive. Solid and real and not chintzy and plastic. That was good. Reassuring. She made her way to the bar, ordering a cranberry juice, as it was still daytime. While it was 5 oclock somewhere, she wasn't supposed to be drinking on the clock unless with a client. Hopefully, she asked if there was a menu. Restaurants were allowed, bars were not. She felt like this place might be her ace-in-the-hole... as long as they served lunch.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

“Well, damn. I thought you’d be off on the furs with Rain, mind if I come in? Did you get that cam out of my room and is there any way to figure out who put the damn thing there?”

He looked up from his desk and gave her an arched brow, the slightest hint of a smirk tilting his lips as he sat back in his chair, not caring she marched in, hell it was her business, his eyes gliding over the long length of skin she'd revealed when she hiked her cute ass up on the edge of his desk. He canted his head to the side when she'd finished speaking

"I DO actually work around here ya know, as much as Rain likes to tempt and tease me, you hired me to do job so." He casually shrugged casually as he grinned at her question "no, sorry, i uhh, think it was just an error by the renovators.... when they put the new systems in." He said, managing to keep a dead pan face as he spoke. His eyes drifting to the cameras as he spotted movement in his periphery view, a new comer had arrived. Clearing his throat he stood up " 'scuse me darlin, we seem to have a new guest. Stick around might need management again" he smirked at her as he tugged his shirt into place and tucked it in, stepping from his office .

Siobhan sat in the parking lot outside for a while. She wasn't sure about going in at first, but eventually screwed up the courage. She walked to the door, pausing again, then inhaled and exhaled slowly. Opening the door she stepped in, letting her eyes adjust to the difference between the summer daylight and the inside. The woman was mid twenties, with a ragged assymetrical pixie-cut. Almost black hair spilled down the left side of her face to her chin, shorter on the right side and back. The one ear revealed a dozen or so piercings and bars, and if one were to look at her face closely they'd see the telltale holes of piercings removed for work. She wore a blazer and a skirt, the skirt perhaps a bit too long. Under the blazer a white blouse, buttoned up to the neck. Where she shifted, both arms showed sleeve tattoos down near to the wrist, and there were others concealed behind the businesslike dress, both under the blouse and the skirt. Like a punk playing dress-up.

She looked around, glad the interior was tasteful. She couldn't bring clients here if it was tawdry. Things looked expensive. Solid and real and not chintzy and plastic. That was good. Reassuring. She made her way to the bar, ordering a cranberry juice, as it was still daytime. While it was 5 oclock somewhere, she wasn't supposed to be drinking on the clock unless with a client. Hopefully, she asked if there was a menu. Restaurants were allowed, bars were not. She felt like this place might be her ace-in-the-hole... as long as they served lunch.

The hard thud of boots echoed in the quiet din of the bar, most of the staff having left for the day, just the night crew remained, electricians and the like, his long legged gait bringing him around the bar as he gave a smile to the new lady, his black amber gaze taking in her appearance and he had to admit, He had questions. He didnt miss the sharpness of her gaze as she cased the place, her wandering gaze was subtle as the night bartender handed her her drink.

He cleared his throat as he leaned against the bar, the word "Security" reflected by the mood lighting of the bars soft LED light strips, his brow peaked and a gentle smirk on his lips he appraised the woman "Welcome to Vixens" his he rumbled, his voice pitched low, his 6ft 7 frame sliding onto a bar stool as he continued to lean "Names Logan, head of Security, what can i do for you?" He asked, his own gaze taking in her appearance with a quick once over

 

[Light Ice]

She was on fire and he was the carcinogen, his lust feeding her desire. Writhing on the table her hips shifted under his mouth. Wanting so much more, and he was giving her all that he could. When is temp increased she was panting and her hands went to his head her fingers threading into his hair feeling every stroke of his fingers and his tongue like silk against her most secretive parts.

"Oh gods... " her voice filled the room as she begged," Yes... oh fuck that feels amazing." She had no purchase for her feet as her heels dug deep into his back and her silk clad legs rubbed along his shoulders and arms. She squirmed and he pressed, She shifted and he met the thrust, she begged and he gave more. the constant ebb and flow of take and receive had her voicing every need and his answering response was to give even more.

Her hands continued to thread into his hair and her fingers curled into claws and she dropped them away to place them at her breasts once more playing with her nipples making them taunt with her need to cum. She couldn't handle it much longer and he seemed on a course for her ruin. He wasn't stopping and she didn't think she would survive his continued onslaught.

She broke, her thighs began to quiver and her back bowed up off the table. Her hands went to the table to hold her body tight and she came apart in his arms flooding his fingers and his mouth with her essence. Her muscles clenched his fingers rippling with the force of her orgasm that made her call out his name in a long keening cry. Her back dropped to the table and her legs tightened as a second orgasm hit and she shook her head her voice an agonized plea," No... Oh gods fuck... No... OH ... fuck me...!"

Despite her body's relative strength, and the intensity of her cumming, he didn't allow her hips to buck and rock as they wanted so badly to. He'd trapped her with that rugged arm, pinned her down, his face buried against the soft downy red curls and the pretty pink of her sex beyond. She soaked his beard now. The hot wet of her spreading along his roguish jawline and cheeks. The filthy, erotic perfection of it setting some primal part of him on fire as his tongue abandoned its skilled efforts to now lap wetly, hungrily at the delicate sex that he'd brought intensely to ruin.

And when she cried out, and came again, he released a low growling groan of want. A sound he hardly recognized in himself. The pure, carnal intensity of his desire made him dizzy. Drunk on her. Oblivious to the light, rasping friction of her nails along his scalp or the way her thighs shivered and then tightened back around him. Pulling, clumsy and desperate, as her cum betrayed her grace for a moment and made her a coltish, wanton little thing.

She tasted so fucking good.

She came so fucking well.

His own need now a feverish thing as he reluctantly abandoned the honeyed crux of her sultry little frame and rose up. A solitary hand taking hold of the chair and whipping it out of the way. It fell over some four feet away - and would remain abandoned now.

For he was pulling her back to the table's padded edge with urgent, strong hands. The tightness of his grasp, the certainty of it, not affording her to rest in the after glow of their more proper introduction. Instead, he drew her up to kiss him. A hand buried in her red mane and bracing her, holding her up all the while while his other stroked the fat, defined crown of his heavy length up and down through her slick folds. The sensitive bud of her clit unapologetically tormented in the process. The thickly veined, considerable length of him looming down between them.

"Watch with me." He instructed. And guided her to break their kiss. A tangle of tongues and lips where they shared the sweetness of her taste, until their foreheads touched and together they looked down past his broad chest and the full, heavy swell of her ample breasts as they heaved with desperate breaths of air. Her lean, flat belly and the rippled stretch of his abdomen. And now, inch after inch of his cock impressively hard and wanting for her. The thick crown seemingly far too much for the tight, pretty little stretch of her pussy as it parted those outer folds.

And then, as they watched, his hips rolled forwards. And in a smooth, wet, strong thrust he fought the resistance of her tightness, forced her clamping walls to spread around him despite the after tremors of her cum, and ran the entirety of his hot, thick flesh into her until her downy pubic curls were crushed to the flat of his pubic bone and all of his more than eight inches of thick, ferociously hard cockmeat were invading the tight, wet velvet grasp of her hot little pussy.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish, was unaware if he was day or night crew. Although he was a workaholic too. At the Drunken Inn, the old place he used to bartend at. He would not mind working a ton, although his old boss hated him for it. In the case of his new boss here, as long as he was in check. He wouldn't louse up.

So a few minutes later, he would then finish the other side of the place of the downstairs area. Chuckling to himself a bit.

 

[Destiny]

If liquid were a state human's could attain, she was in that state. Drained of her life essence she felt like a rag doll trying to find her breath once more and make her muscles work. She felt him hungrily drinking from her taking everything she had to give and some she didn't. She could feel the heat leaving her body, could feel the colder air blowing across heated flesh. Her nipples tightened even more now that she lay there panting.

Having heard his low primal growl she giggled, she actually giggled and she covered her mouth as another escaped her lips. The orgasm had been so intense she could find no other way to release the euphoria that he had given her. She didn't think she could move, her legs felt like jello and trembled as she tried to shift and move. She was so very dizzy, the combination of the alcohol and his power over her orgasm made her giggle again.

As he rose over her like a hungry God she watched him and she shivered her eyes flashing up to meet his gaze in the dim light of the card room her breathing ragged still. He was all fire and lust and she felt like his hunger had not been sated with his feast upon her sex. The chair skittering across the floor drew attention and she bit her lip a slight shiver of fear slid up her spine. and still he rose higher between her thighs. and she could feel the heat of him to her core.

When his hands gripped her and tugged her back to the edge of the table she couldn't have resisted him if she had wanted too, and she didn't want too. He was in full control at this point and she reveled in the silent command of his dominance on her body. When he drew her up to kiss him she was glad of his strength because she had none and she pressed in close to him her lips parting under the onslaught of his lips. Her taste on his flesh made her moan softly against his lips and she placed her hands to his shoulders to hold herself steady to his need. When he broke the kiss she almost cried out in want when he spoke....

"Watch with me."

When he rolled his head down meeting her own to his, she look down, along his chest the taunt ridged length of him and she shivered and trembled in his arms looking further and further down her body soft against the hardened muscled length. She watched the hard ridge helmet of his cock begin to part the curls of her sex. Open her effortless with the coating of her nectar still there to give him ease of access. it was almost obscene how much larger his cock was then her pussy was and the way it stretched around him to take him deeper. The lips of her pussy widened more and still she watched him sink to the hilt and fill her to completion.

His thick cock was so hard and long she moaned low in her throat her breathing ragged as she whispered softly,"I.. I you are soo ..." her voice was amazement as she finished," didn't think it would fit.. .but you feel so good inside of me... " She lifted her head up her eyes drawing his gaze as she spoke," fuck me.. " her plea soft.

 

[Talon7448]

Hears the loud clomp of booted feet, nodding to himself he instantly figured out it was the Wolf, Though the odd friendship he and Logan had was something to behold, the insults thrown at each other would have lead to a blood war on the spot, oddly there was a measure of respect between them as both were deadly in they're own right. He hears him speak to someone, and turns seeing the woman come in through the set of doors where Logan speaks to her. Seeing no one about he walks behind the bar , and begins to make a drink...several truth be told his cold sipper was a kamikaze, and he mixed the semi sour drink , enough to pour 4 full glasses, before cleaning the shaker, and letting it dry on the matt. He returns to his seat, and begins to enjoy his drinks.

 

[RainingHeat]

It was early, honestly earlier than she usually was up and about. But her eyes were open, and it appeared that her body decided, yep, time to get up. So up she was. The Wolf still slept. He had come to the furs late, she had roused slightly when he climbed in, his larger body wrapping around her own more delicate, lithe form. His arm coming around her hip possessively, she felt his deepening breaths as he let slumber overtake him.

He'd be up soon enough.

The Bar was quiet, of course given the time, and she wanted to do a quick inventory of stock before the day actually began. There were a few glasses that needed washing, that was accomplished quickly enough, and left to dry. She took a tally of any inventory that may need to be brought up from downstairs.

Rain caught site of Ish, he was in early as well. Waving, she gave him a pretty wink and nod as a greeting. For the moment, it was only the 2 of them awake. She was sure Logan and DW would up and about shortly... Maybe Ice, depending on how "busy" he had been in the private chamber overnight.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish waved to Rain, who then winked and nodded to him. He would then return to favor with the winking and nodding. As he then would ready himself heading over to the bar, as he stood at the bar front end to wait for his time and then task to do.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She settled into Logan's chair behind the desk to work on the paperwork on her clipboard. Every now and then she'd glance at the camera from the main floor, watching both Logan and Ish. She had left a note for Ish at the bar that his duties today included sweeping the bar area and some kitchen duty.

 

[HornyIsh69]

She settled into Logan's chair behind the desk to work on the paperwork on her clipboard. Every now and then she'd glance at the camera from the main floor, watching both Logan and Ish. She had left a note for Ish at the bar that his duties today included sweeping the bar area and some kitchen duty.

Ish picked up the note and then looked at it. "I bet it says..... Huh... Okay sweep up the bar area. Huh, okay sure that's fine.. and kitchen duty?" *He looked up a bit.* "Like what exactly?"

 

[siobhancan99]

The hard thud of boots echoed in the quiet din of the bar, most of the staff having left for the day, just the night crew remained, electricians and the like, his long legged gait bringing him around the bar as he gave a smile to the new lady, his black amber gaze taking in her appearance and he had to admit, He had questions. He didnt miss the sharpness of her gaze as she cased the place, her wandering gaze was subtle as the night bartender handed her her drink.

He cleared his throat as he leaned against the bar, the word "Security" reflected by the mood lighting of the bars soft LED light strips, his brow peaked and a gentle smirk on his lips he appraised the woman "Welcome to Vixens" his he rumbled, his voice pitched low, his 6ft 7 frame sliding onto a bar stool as he continued to lean "Names Logan, head of Security, what can i do for you?" He asked, his own gaze taking in her appearance with a quick once over

Siobhan looked the guy over a moment "So Peter Steele isn't really dead huh?" She grinned and turned a little "I don't really so much need the head of security I don't think. Unless you keep the menus under guard." She gave him a bit of a grin, looking up... way up... because even seated she was substantially smaller, a petite 5'4 to his hulking brute of a frame. "My company doesn't let me take clients to bars, but I can take them to restaurants that serve alcohol so... really just coming in to check the place out and see about dragging bored doctors and pharmacists here for a good time now and again. But to do that... I have to be able to buy lunch" She leaned against the bar one one elbow, sipping at her cranberry juice "So I don't suppose a girl could see a menu? I know its a soft open so if the kitchen isn't open that's fine. Just kinda scouting things out for now. When I heard this place was opening up I thought... maybe this could be my edge."

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Siobhan looked the guy over a moment "So Peter Steele isn't really dead huh?" She grinned and turned a little "I don't really so much need the head of security I don't think. Unless you keep the menus under guard." She gave him a bit of a grin, looking up... way up... because even seated she was substantially smaller, a petite 5'4 to his hulking brute of a frame. "My company doesn't let me take clients to bars, but I can take them to restaurants that serve alcohol so... really just coming in to check the place out and see about dragging bored doctors and pharmacists here for a good time now and again. But to do that... I have to be able to buy lunch" She leaned against the bar one one elbow, sipping at her cranberry juice "So I don't suppose a girl could see a menu? I know its a soft open so if the kitchen isn't open that's fine. Just kinda scouting things out for now. When I heard this place was opening up I thought... maybe this could be my edge."

*his lips twitched at the steele reference* i guard a lot of things, you never can be too careful, there has been a rash of menu thieves in the area, whats it coming too that someone steals your french fry secrets *he quipped back, the corner of his mouth lifting in a soft smirk* management has been busy with suppliers and contractors, so im kind of a barrier for screening potentials for now. *his amber gaze watching her as she looked up, listening intently as she described what she had been looking for and again he smirked at the mention of stuffy dr's and sales reps.

"So, its business and not pleasure then, " he stated, foot hooking a stool he pulled it over and sat so he wouldnt be as "imposing" to her sensibilities. "No the kitchens not technically open, but there are a few cooks here yet still helping stock and set up their cook stationsz im sure i could persuade one lf them to make a "test" dish, quality control is important, cant have sick guests, see something to catch your interest?" He reached over the bar and grabbed a leather-bound hard backed menu with breakfast, lunch, and dinner options and handed it to her*

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish started to sweep up the bar area. He would just focus on that although this wasn't the only thing he's doing today. He loved being out in the front doing things. He would sweep it up and then take his time with sweeping. He then looked back at the note as it said. "Some kitchen duty." He then perked up and asked "For how long??"