The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[Vail_Indigo]

Glances at Vail and winks.

Hey babe. How's your day?

grabs the girl and pulls her onto her lap

much better now, girliething
bites an earlobe

 

[Light Ice]

He manages to turn his eyes from the stage, taking account of a few new arrivals and their lone male counterpart. Had the girls not been in the spotlight it would have been impossible to not notice the subtle authority and utter familiarity he carried in his seat, let alone miss him entirely.

"Bombay, if it's no trouble. Light on the ice. And thank you."

As to the rest of his order...

It remained to be seen. This brothel afforded the women the particular luxury of choice.

 

[oreocookie]

grabs the girl and pulls her onto her lap

much better now, girliething
bites an earlobe

Grins at her.

Did I mention all I'm wearing is a sports bra, some cute underwear, and a pair of booty shorts?

 

[monique_minx]

I eye the new arrivals with a grin as I take Fee's hand and spin her around then pull her close to my body, pressing my mouth to hers and forcing my tongue between her lips passionately.

My hands wander down and grab her ass, lifting her up onto her toes. I break it off breathlessly as Abracadabra plays and I notice Sixxy walk in late. I arch a brow and shake my head subtly at her. Mouthing 'my office. Later!' at her.

My eyes flicker to Leo and motion to the new arrivals as I slip my hands over Fee's breasts possessively, the bountiful flesh manipulated by my touch as my thumb and forefingers work each nipple to stand at attention. Fuck, my job rocks!

 

[Vail_Indigo]

did you happen to take a peek at my outfit on the way in?

fingernails across your tummy...then coming to rest on bare thigh

 

[oreocookie]

I did.

Plays with the buckles.

I approve. I assume your wearing sexy shoes to go with?


Looks over at Minx.

Heya, Minx. You busy, or would now be an appropriate time to discuss a job?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I did.

Plays with the buckles.

I approve. I assume your wearing sexy shoes to go with?


Looks over at Minx.

Heya, Minx. You busy, or would now be an appropriate time to discuss a job?

platform heels, of course

 

[Light Ice]

His eyes reside almost entirely on Minx now. Unfortunate, really, because from his place he can hear the delectable little Oreo attempt to hail her attention. His eyes watch as Minx's hands cradle Fira's breasts, weighing the ample flesh in her little palms before her lean fingers bite down to pinch on taut nipples.

Shifting, his eyes darkened considerably with desire, he attempts to tear his eyes away and track the progress of his drink.

 

[monique_minx]

I spin Fee away from my body with a sigh as she is taken from me by the dreaded RW. I nod to Oreo with a smile and fish my dress from the floor, pulling it over my head all over again...

http://www.pixacom.com/models/179/krystle%20lina%20tight%20black%20dress%20short%20skirt%20sexy%20legs.jpg​

My eyes sweep the room again and I bite my lip, I may well be overwhelmed in a moment or two.

Would an interview with Leo be alright? I don't mind doing it but he's not exactly Light or Vail's type.

I giggle and wink at her, smoothing the wrinkles in my dress out.

 

[oreocookie]

Ah, well, it was more to discuss the theory of a job...

I've yet to decide whether I want to be a... well, whore, or not.

So, I thought maybe we could discuss what else I might be able to help with...

Turns to Leo, still on the lovely Vailish lap.

Any ideas?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

fingers idly wandering all over Oreo...tongue lapping at the droplets of sweat

 

[monique_minx]

No worries Oreo, I'm sure Leo could find something for you

I wink and step off the stage, heading straight for the bar. I pour myself a bourbon and coke to quench my thirst, gasping in relief. I stretch my arms out above my head and groan before I release and take up my glass.

I move across the room to a comfy couch in front of a coffee table, propping my feet up on the table and crossing my legs to cover my panty-less crotch.

Hey Light, how's it going?

 

[Light Ice]

For a moment he's sorry to see Minx reach for the dress. It's a ball of fabric, bunched and scrunched for a moment before she begins to tug it down the lean line of her body. All at once it stretches, revealed in a smooth wiggle of her hips to be sheer and soft. He has a subtle appreciation for the way a woman's body can never really be concealed. There's something potently attractive about the swell of confined curves.

The discussions filter away as she nears and settles, scissoring her shapely legs into a neat cross on the couch near his table.

"They're beginning to get interesting." He replies. There's no attempt to smother his desire with wit. Instead, his eyes sharpening on her, he inquires softly beneath the din of the people shifting and talking around them. "So, how does a man get so fortunate to get you upstairs? You've the right to say no, regardless how much I care to pay, don't you?"

 

[Leopald]

Any ideas?

A wicked grin crosses his face as he stands from the bar stool and crosses to a plush chair opposite Vail and Oreo. He sits and crosses his legs casually, then gestures to his loosened tie and rolled up sleeves.

You'll have to forgive the attire, dear. But yes, we have lots of options here at the SV.

We're currently hiring wait staff, dancers, and maids. Of course, there is always room to take clients on a casual or permanent basis, should you choose. Any of these interest you?

 

[oreocookie]

A wicked grin crosses his face as he stands from the bar stool and crosses to a plush chair opposite Vail and Oreo. He sits and crosses his legs casually, then gestures to his loosened tie and rolled up sleeves.

You'll have to forgive the attire, dear. But yes, we have lots of options here at the SV.

We're currently hiring wait staff, dancers, and maids. Of course, there is always room to take clients on a casual or permanent basis, should you choose. Any of these interest you?

Looks at him, a very wide grin appearing on her face at the mention of "maids," her head filling with the many possible uniforms.

I admit, the maid sounds... tempting.

 

[Leopald]

I admit, the maid sounds... tempting.

Chuckles softly and runs a hand through his hair.

I'll bet it does... The maid staff is responsible for general cleaning of the rooms, of course. We have high standards here at the SV, and as such, expect the rooms to be spotless and ready for our clients' desires at all times.

And, of course... The outfits are always fun.

 

[Dr_James]

Looks at him, a very wide grin appearing on her face at the mention of "maids," her head filling with the many possible uniforms.

I admit, the maid sounds... tempting.

Walks in and directly to the bar. Takes a seat and looks around.



Hello all.

 

[monique_minx]

For a moment he's sorry to see Minx reach for the dress. It's a ball of fabric, bunched and scrunched for a moment before she begins to tug it down the lean line of her body. All at once it stretches, revealed in a smooth wiggle of her hips to be sheer and soft. He has a subtle appreciation for the way a woman's body can never really be concealed. There's something potently attractive about the swell of confined curves.

The discussions filter away as she nears and settles, scissoring her shapely legs into a neat cross on the couch near his table.

"They're beginning to get interesting." He replies. There's no attempt to smother his desire with wit. Instead, his eyes sharpening on her, he inquires softly beneath the din of the people shifting and talking around them. "So, how does a man get so fortunate to get you upstairs? You've the right to say no, regardless how much I care to pay, don't you?"

I giggle

Straight to the point huh?

I lift my drink to my lip, eying him from beneath my long lashes as I sip from the glass in no hurry to answer his question. Finally I settle it in my lap and tilt my head a little, my gaze sweeping him head to toe as I check him out and make no secret of it. My toes pointing as I flex in my position.

I have the right to say no in order to protect not only myself but my staff as well, leading by example. I don't care to play with everyone, not everyone is so polite or very safe either. I just don't use my no's...

A thoughtful look crosses my face.

...Wait, actually I don't think I've ever used my no's for play purposes...with perhaps one or two exceptions.

I grin at him and take another sip of bourbon

So now tell me what you desire my bright Light...

 

[oreocookie]

Scrunches up her face. She should have realized that being a maid would involve cleaning.

Hmm... I'll have to give this some more thought...

 

[monique_minx]

Scrunches up her face. She should have realized that being a maid would involve cleaning.

Hmm... I'll have to give this some more thought...

Alternatively...a burlesque dancer sweet Oreo...

http://costumecraze.com/images/vendors/incharacter/3039-Adult-Super-Deluxe-Sexy-Burlesque-Babe-Costume-main.jpg

Or Princess could use help running the front desk from time to time!

 

[Vail_Indigo]

would pay good money for burlesque Oreo

 

[Leopald]

Hmm... I'll have to give this some more thought...

Well, as always, there are other options. Dancers will obviously be quite revealing, and I know Minx has made comments about the bartender and wait staff working naked... I really think stockings and short skirts are a better idea, though.

Maybe cupless bras...

Stares off into space for a moment.

 

[Light Ice]

They didn't have time for that. There simply weren't enough hours. His desires were liquid. Changing. When she flexed her little toes his eyes followed them along to her slim ankles and shapely legs, wanton in their blatant and masculine appraisal. The gin's bite was had nothing on her. Coy. Playful. Well-accustomed to the game. In so many ways it was a skill, tangible in all the facets.

He was a bold contrast. Quiet. Understated. The torrent of want veiled beneath an otherwise flat exterior, blunt and honest in its simplicity.

What did he want?

He shook his head. Silent still. A moment taken to gather his rambling thoughts as she lounged infront of him, sleek and sexy. The edge of his glass resting on a squared chin as he finally measured his reply.

"A taste to start. An introduction to the game. The rest," He trailed off. His thoughts briefly taken by images of her body bound, red-lashed, and trembling. A vast collage of near-violent images of desire pent up within the confines of his mind were what constituted 'the rest.'

"The rest can be explored later if you wish."

 

[oreocookie]

She grinned widely at Minx's comment.

Now that, that's tempting...

What's the policy on tips?

 

[monique_minx]

They didn't have time for that. There simply weren't enough hours. His desires were liquid. Changing. When she flexed her little toes his eyes followed them along to her slim ankles and shapely legs, wanton in their blatant and masculine appraisal. The gin's bite was had nothing on her. Coy. Playful. Well-accustomed to the game. In so many ways it was a skill, tangible in all the facets.

He was a bold contrast. Quiet. Understated. The torrent of want veiled beneath an otherwise flat exterior, blunt and honest in its simplicity.

What did he want?

He shook his head. Silent still. A moment taken to gather his rambling thoughts as she lounged infront of him, sleek and sexy. The edge of his glass resting on a squared chin as he finally measured his reply.

"A taste to start. An introduction to the game. The rest," He trailed off. His thoughts briefly taken by images of her body bound, red-lashed, and trembling. A vast collage of near-violent images of desire pent up within the confines of his mind were what constituted 'the rest.'

"The rest can be explored later if you wish."

I swallow down the remainder of the bourbon as he speaks, short and cut as I imagine the blaze of imagery running through his mind. I lick my lips with a saucy grin as I set my empty glass down on the end table. I set my feet down on the floor in a smooth glide, taking his hand in mine and standing gracefully.

Then come with me...

I wink to the rest of them, an apologetic smile but I know they'll understand and it's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon. I lead him off upstairs and gesture to the hallway filled with doors.

Pick your poison Sir, the fantasy land, the phallic room or the kink room?

I point to each door as I list them off, it all depends upon his desires; none of which he has confided in me. I'm content with whichever though not every room is on the same level of enjoyment for me.