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He grins over her guessing, she knows just how to make him laugh as usual. She rips his hands away as she states how terribly he plays this game and spins around, her exasperation leaves him concerned.

He grips her waist, "Mi querido, you are hurt." His hands trickle across her stomach and dip below her pelvis, he parts her robe and presses a palm over her lovely mound.

"Here, si?" He grins evilly and presses harder, "No, perhaps not."

His hands release and drift up to her chest, parting her robe and brushing over her breasts tenderly, "Shall I keep guessing Muchacha descarada?"
 
I watch his hands slip down my abdomen and towards my pussy, he parts my robe and his intent becomes clear, I whimper softly as he presses his hand to my folds. I nod but still he presses harder into my bruised and abused cunt, I cry out as softly as I can and grip his shoulders even as his hand slides away...up. I whimper as my robe is parted again and his hands slip inside, he's tormenting me and he knows it.

Both! No!

I blurt out my response as he asks if he should keep guessing. I shake my head quickly, whimpering softly.

Please no more Arc.

I implore, pouting a little, a tint of desperation in my voice. I lift my own hands to his, covering his wrists as my eyes plead.
 
He bows his head to her in deference and slowly withdraws his hands. Never willing to hurt one who is already so sore.

"I would say your Master did a number on you querido but I think you know this already." He flashes his pearly whites and takes up a seat beside her, "Knowing you as I do, you asked him for it, likely begged."

His hand reaches for her cheek and pushes her hair back as his thumb brushes over the silky, lily skin she has.

"I'm proud of you for posting those pictures but word has it, you desire to take this a step further, si?" He quirks a brow and gestures to the bar, "Fix me a drink while we speak mi dulce Muchacha descarada or I can always return to my search for your bruises?..."
 
I blush furiously as he speaks and withdraws his hands. His hand reaches up for my cheek and I smile softly, a rosy red still rising in them.

"I'm proud of you for posting those pictures but word has it, you desire to take this a step further, si?"

I nod slightly, my blush deepening as I murmur

Si senor, I want to do...things with my Sir...for my Sir but I'm not sure I could do them with anyone else.

"Fix me a drink while we speak mi dulce Muchacha descarada or I can always return to my search for your bruises?..."

I squeak and shake my head quickly, moving from my bar stool and around the other side. I take up a glass and freeze for a second as I look over the alcohol. I blush and set the glass down, moving to another cabinet and taking out a martini glass as I remember his favourite drink.

I find a shaker and start mixing in the gin, topping it off with a stuffed green olive on a toothpick and sliding it across to him.


How was New York senor?
 
He watches as she mixes up the drink and takes it from her when she is done. He grins about the things she wants to do but her question brings him to halt his own.

"New York was wonderful querido, I went to see Mistress Zeela in hospital and she was both delighted and embarrassed. I think she dislikes being on her back in my presence." He chuckles, "The performance was terrific and I met with quite a few new faces, had some interesting offers from various people and I gave a novice quite a spin."

His smile is almost cruel but most certainly cryptic, "But I defer, these things you wish to do for your Sir, I'm intrigued querido, do tell?"
 
I listen as he speaks, smiling about his former tutor - though I'm not sure that's the right word for it really. But...just when I think I have the bastard distracted...I blush brightly and mutter

It's unimportant senor, I shall tell you in private.

I nod to him and finish my drink, kissing his cheek as I bend over slightly.

Goodnight Linc, I always enjoy your company...

My voice drops to a quiet whisper

I missed you, I'm sorry to have to leave but I must get one post up, phone a friend and crash with my aching head before Leo realizes I left his side.

I giggle and wrap my arms around my friend

You're too brave for your own good, no boundaries at all...I've been watching you, you're shameless you know that?!
 
Her arms encircle him and he grins wrecklessly while he pulls her into his lap. His mouth finds her ear within a moment and he whispers, "Oh I know querido but you so adore it. I'll yet have you beneath the tails of my flogger and it won't be in written words. I'll hear you scream for me mi dulce."

He releases her after pressing a kiss to her cheek, "For the record, your warm affections are muy appreciado." He bows his head respectfully, "And I missed you as well querido, I am glad you have made your peace on these boards."

He rises from his seat and pulls her into a tight, warm hug, a quiet murmur in her ear, "And I am so sorry for your loss, your Grandfather sounds like a wonderful man and I can understand why this has hurt you so. I promised you that I would catch you when you fall, I am lo siento that I could not be there when your legs shook beneath you."

His hand reaches up and smoothes over her hair, "When next your legs shake, look no further querido. You're a strong and able woman, funny and charming but sometimes even you need someone to carry you."

He lets her go reluctantly, "Goodnight Monique." He exits after her response.
 
His words, everything...so beautiful. My eyes brim with tears and I nod, unable to speak as he vanishes. I look for him in a silent and unseen arena where he hugs me still. I make my way upstairs, shedding my robe and crawling back into bed with my Sir, wrapping his arms around me as I close my eyes. I just want to be close to him right now, Leo and I and nothing else.

I feel supported, loved and cherished by so many. I'm not alone here, never alone here...goodnight world...
 
With a small yawn, and immaculately dressed in a loose white collarless shirt, and black slacks. I walk into my new place of employment. It's an odd feeling being here. Knowing I am a whore. But I smile, take it in my stride. Crisp clean confident. Exactly what many of my clients will want.

With a slight frown I notice that there is no one behind the desk, and while the paper is fresh delivered. (And from a number of cities I notice,) No one is near. I debate ringing the bell, before placing myself in the lounging chair, and leaning back my feet in their dark wingtips on the edge of the desk. A copy of the Vancouver Star in my hands. Waiting for the first business of this new day.
 
Princess walks in and looks around, biting her lip nervously because...she's never been to a whorehouse before, seeing the half naked women attending to the guests, Princess looks for the owner

"Um, excuse me. I'm looking for the owner, a friend of mine told me to apply here so uhh here i am!"
 
A pair of infinitely long, tanned stems, with dainty feet clad in the sultriest of black leather stilettos, carry a buxom beauty through the neon-lit front door. A rustle of fabric as that tight, short lace dress swings around nubile hips, before blue eyes pause to gaze, with much amusement, at the stage across the foyer. Blonde head turns from side to side, and when she spies a pair of masculine looking hands holding an open paper, she can't help but wonder who's behind it.

She struts, briskly, over to the desk, and flashes a bright smile.
"Nice place," a honeyed tone remarks, piercing through the relative quiet of the early morning.
 
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Waking up slowly and with a grin, I hope for great things today. I decide to wear a short little dress and smile at the results, though I am sporting some decent cleavage. I close my doors and slip past Minxy and Leo's room, headed for the lounge.

I hear a few people about, and I grin happily. I walk into the lounge spying Princess, FF and Chronie.


Morning, you all. Chronie, don't you have work to do? I smile knowingly and then turn to appraise Princess

Welcome to the Vixen, darling, how can I help you?
 
Princess walks in and looks around, biting her lip nervously because...she's never been to a whorehouse before, seeing the half naked women attending to the guests, Princess looks for the owner

"Um, excuse me. I'm looking for the owner, a friend of mine told me to apply here so uhh here i am!"

"Hello Sexci. I believe that the madam, is available. If you are looking to apply she will happily interview you, and you can find her at the large door just after the bar, Sweets."

"And I look forward to being employees together. Now Off you go, The madam doesn't like to be kept waiting, and it's a terrible thing to make a woman with a whip wait."

A pair of infinitely long, tanned stems, clad in the sultriest of black leather stilettos, carry a buxom beauty through the neon-lit front door. A rustle of fabric as that tight, short lace dress swings around nubile hips, before blue eyes pause to gaze, with much amusement, at the stage across the foyer. Blonde head turns from side to side, and when she spies a pair of masculine looking hands holding an open paper, she can't help but wonder who's behind it.

She struts, briskly, over to the desk, and flashes a bright smile.
"Nice place," a honeyed tone remarks, piercing through the relative quiet of the early morning.

"It most certainly is." I take an appreciative look at this woman. Long legs, Tight body, soft pale lips. I imagine the fun I could have with her, as I lower my paper and softly lean towards her. "And aren't you fantastic. Are you here to apply, pretty little thing, or perhaps."

I smile deeply, with all my teeth as I let my voice fall a half octave, putting a rumble reminiscent of Keith David into it. Standing to let her watch where the fabric catches across the toned and muscled lines of my body, leaning in to let her get a sniff of me. "You are here to get yourself pleasured by a lucky, lucky man."

Waking up slowly and with a grin, I hope for great things today. I decide to wear a short little dress and smile at the results, though I am sporting some decent cleavage. I close my doors and slip past Minxy and Leo's room, headed for the lounge.

I hear a few people about, and I grin happily. I walk into the lounge spying Princess, FF and Chronie.


Morning, you all. Chronie, don't you have work to do? I smile knowingly and then turn to appraise Princess

Welcome to the Vixen, darling, how can I help you?

As I direct princess, I hear the soft dulcet tones of my beautiful boss. Get to work. What does she think I'm doing with the our blonde guest?

"Absolutely boss lady. In the mean time why don't you ask princess, what kind of role she'd like to fill here. Or if she instead interested in becoming a client of our fine establishment."
 
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Getting ready to take Chronie's advice she almost heads off to the huge door however, she is stopped by the feminine voice asking how she can help Princess. while Princess is thinking to herself 'What the hell am I doing here? This better be worth it.'

"Hi! I'm Princess and I want to apply for a job. A friend recommended me to come here. Do you have any available?"
 
"Hi! I'm Princess and I want to apply for a job. A friend recommended me to come here. Do you have any available?"

I nod and usher her into my office, I gesture to the couch and take my seat behind the desk.

Tell me what you would like, waitress, dancer, or one of our girls?
 
"It most certainly is." I take an appreciative look at this woman. Long legs, Tight body, soft pale lips. I imagine the fun I could have with her, as I lower my paper and softly lean towards her. "And aren't you fantastic. Are you here to apply, pretty little thing, or perhaps."

I smile deeply, with all my teeth as I let my voice fall a half octave, putting a rumble reminiscent of Keith David into it. Standing to let her watch where the fabric catches across the toned and muscled lines of my body, leaning in to let her get a sniff of me. "You are here to get yourself pleasured by a lucky, lucky man."

Megawatt smile broadens into a salacious, glossy-lipped grin, as that bendable frame leans down, lithe arms resting on the desk, and her host is greeted to a flash of deep satin cleavage. She's viciously chesty, and that measly scrap of fabric is barely enough to contain both precious assets as it is.

"Mmm, they're friendly over here at the Sinful Vixen." Glittering eyes drink him in greedily, scanning that hard, muscular upper body, and inhaling his heady scent with a look of deep appreciation across a heart-shaped face. "Not to mention impeccably staffed," she adds playfully, twirling a lock of silky champagne around one finger.

"No, sir, I'm not here to apply. These?" She gestures back behind her, as one long, flawlessly tanned leg lifts straight up off the ground and up into the air, vertically, then practically on top of the small of her back. "Are Christian Louboutins. See the red soles?" Breathy voice adds patiently, showing off more than just her intricate footwear. "They're very expensive. I've got money to burn.... for just the right stud."
 
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I nod and usher her into my office, I gesture to the couch and take my seat behind the desk.

Tell me what you would like, waitress, dancer, or one of our girls?

I smile and take a seat on the couch, nervously fiddling with my thumbs as Ausus runs off a list of available positions.
Hm, well....chronie mentioned something about running accounts. He told me that you guys needed something like that? If not, I suppose I could apply for a waitress or a dancer.
 

CONSTRUCTION COMPLETE ON LEOPALD'S OFFICE​

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I slip from the bed and pull a short tight dress from my wardrobe, slipping it on and pulling my hair out, I run a brush through my crimson locks and move over to eye the outfit in the mirror.


I grin at the picture it paints and go about finding suitable footwear in the bottom of my wardrobe; wondering if I should even bother?
 
Hm, well....chronie mentioned something about running accounts. He told me that you guys needed something like that? If not, I suppose I could apply for a waitress or a dancer.

I watch her fiddling hands, and smile

Calm down, I don't bite, unless you give me reason to.

Running accounts, hmm.. do you think you could keep track of who is where? And repeat clients? Can you be discrete?

I would need to know if you can take care of the front desk and send people to where they need to be, and make sure that I and Minxy get all our messages.

Furthermore, would this mean that at some point you'd like to work your way up to being one of the girls? Or should I expect that you'll be taking clients also right now?
 
I watch her fiddling hands, and smile

Calm down, I don't bite, unless you give me reason to.

Running accounts, hmm.. do you think you could keep track of who is where? And repeat clients? Can you be discrete?

I would need to know if you can take care of the front desk and send people to where they need to be, and make sure that I and Minxy get all our messages.

Furthermore, would this mean that at some point you'd like to work your way up to being one of the girls? Or should I expect that you'll be taking clients also right now?

Yes, I can keep track!!! ^^ However I'm never around during the weekend (including Friday) because I have to study for school. Also, yes I would like to work my way up. I am definitely a discrete person.
 
He lays there watching her dress, grinning ear to ear. Then he rolled out of bed lazily and visited the shower. A fresh shave, brushed teeth, and he was soon dressed in an identical black suit and deep red tie. He adjusted the cuffs and stepped out into the main area, hoping he hadn't doused too much cologne.

Good morning, everyone. What did I miss in my slumber?
 
It is with an exceptional effort, that I manage to keep my gaze level with our client's facial features, and not on the amazing expanse of creamy white flesh that spills from her non existent top. And pay attention to every honey dripped word that Spills from perfect pink plush lips.

When she mentions our staff, I know that we have her. And most assuredly if this house does, I will be the first choice.
"Well, here at the sinful Vixen, we strive to put our best foot forward all the time, and to make sure that every client is treated with proper care, so that you'll choose us for your relaxation needs again."

As I watch her lift her leg, and then slowly curl it up behind her to see the red soles, I know that I am going to be in for something wild and wonderful. A literal fantasy.
"So I understand miss that you might like then to take a look at our available personnel. May I begin with myself."

Standing I walk behind the young beauty, taking a moment to admire her lower curves, in that bent position, before slowly taking her body in my arms, and assisting her back to a standing position, My body flowing about hers like a dancer, hands trailing her stomach. Over her hips, My soft leather shoe teasing around her calf, while I look into her eyes.

"I am skilled in massage, dance, performance art, speech, and delivery, the conversational packages. I play games. From Chess, and Go, to a few I shouldn't mention in polite company. I am comfortable with rope, or chains, on or using, and have an untold wealth of knowledge of the human form, and how to properly worship it."

The tone of my voice as it rumbles through our young clients ear is an ocean wave. Suggesting endless possibilities, and a complete lack of whether I will be worshiping you, or you will be worshiping me. "I am a little pricey, but I am certain that the discerning customer, can do no better than my company. Do you want to book me for the night?"
 
I look over my shoulder at him and roll my eyes with a shit eating grin, tugging the dress down a little further to cover the smeared black 'WHORE' letters, showing that I'm not wearing panties.

I stand and turn as he heads for the bathroom, I slip my heels on, strappy black and a painful six and a half inches. I settle on a chair and apply some soft make up, blush, mascara and black eye liner. I finish with some red lipstick and press a kiss to the mirror with a giggle.

I head out after Leo and go to my office, ignoring the happenings as I boot up my computer and head for the kitchen, putting on some coffee and taking it back into the main area with a yawn.


How's it going?
 
I smile at the Princess once again.

If you plan on working your way up you will first have to interview with myself, Minxy, Chronie or Leo. You may chose now, or at anytime in the future. You will have to chose how to be interviewed.

Questions?
 
No questions at all, so then I have the job for accounts then?

I have a huge smile on my face at the anticipation of being in charge of accounts.
 
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