The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[Dr_James]

Sips his scotch, pondering the day's events and what the evening may hold.

Looks at oreo and smiles, nods to Leo and then returns to the mysteries in the bottom of his glass.

 

[Leopald]

Now that, that's tempting...

What's the policy on tips?

He snaps out of his daze suddenly, then clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

House gets 15% of everything. Rest is yours...

 

[Dr_James]

He snaps out of his daze suddenly, then clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

House gets 15% of everything. Rest is yours...

Only 15%, you will have the ladies beating down the door at that rate.

 

[Light Ice]

As he lays the glass upon the table, nearly upon the condensation ring marking its previous place, the man is already rising. His broad shoulders shrug once, adjusting the lay of the slate-gray sports coat, hands tugging the sleeves down into place. When she moves, he moves in tow. Trailing a hint behind her even as her slender little fingers clasp the thicker, rougher digits of his own hand.

Every sultry sway of her rounded hips lays a treat for his eyes. Every blade-sharp step adding a subtle elegance to her movements.

"The fantasy room." There's no hesitation. Not today.

Though in time, perhaps sooner than later, the kink room will go well-used. The image of a paddle is the most stark that the room's door conjures. He was never much for whips. Tongues of leather were the tools of finesse, used by a more skilled hand then he would ever possess. Instead, for him, it was always force. Pure, battering, unbridled force.

His little secret it would remain. For now.

But she'd get a taste. A hint of it. A suddenly assertive streak as his hand found the door and eased it open, leading their darkly-dressed forms into a room alight in soft and airy colors. The contrast a bold one, almost glaring. It doesn't matter. Not to him. Instead, using the very hand she grips him with, he makes to pull her lean body against his. A sudden rush of desire coursing starkly through him, manifesting as he makes to crush her softly-curved body between the muscled planes of his own and the unforgiving bulk of the door behind her before his lips dip to claim her own in a plundering kiss.

As good a way to close the door as any.

 

[monique_minx]

As he lays the glass upon the table, nearly upon the condensation ring marking its previous place, the man is already rising. His broad shoulders shrug once, adjusting the lay of the slate-gray sports coat, hands tugging the sleeves down into place. When she moves, he moves in tow. Trailing a hint behind her even as her slender little fingers clasp the thicker, rougher digits of his own hand.

Every sultry sway of her rounded hips lays a treat for his eyes. Every blade-sharp step adding a subtle elegance to her movements.

"The fantasy room." There's no hesitation. Not today.

Though in time, perhaps sooner than later, the kink room will go well-used. The image of a paddle is the most stark that the room's door conjures. He was never much for whips. Tongues of leather were the tools of finesse, used by a more skilled hand then he would ever possess. Instead, for him, it was always force. Pure, battering, unbridled force.

His little secret it would remain. For now.

But she'd get a taste. A hint of it. A suddenly assertive streak as his hand found the door and eased it open, leading their darkly-dressed forms into a room alight in soft and airy colors. The contrast a bold one, almost glaring. It doesn't matter. Not to him. Instead, using the very hand she grips him with, he makes to pull her lean body against his. A sudden rush of desire coursing starkly through him, manifesting as he makes to crush her softly-curved body between the muscled planes of his own and the unforgiving bulk of the door behind her before his lips dip to claim her own in a plundering kiss.

As good a way to close the door as any.

He barely lets me finish before he states the room of today's desires; the Fantasy room. I've yet to go there at all since it was built so this should be an interesting experience to say the least. He makes a move for the door before I ever kick into gear, my expression flits from surprised to polite instantaneously as I follow him into the bedroom.

He tugs me close to his masculine form, hard up against his chest as his mouth dips to mine and I accept even as the door crushes to a close against my back. My tongue twines with his fiercely, passionate, strong and wild as his kiss obliterates thought outside of the moment.

My pert breasts brushing naked against the fabric, it rakes my sensitive nipples and forces a soft moan from my lips; pressed between him and the unforgiving wood. Solid. Nowhere to go. This is bliss for me.

 

[Leopald]

Only 15%, you will have the ladies beating down the door at that rate.

We're not exactly hard up for business. We cater to a very wonderful list of clients.

 

[oreocookie]

Thinks.

And what might an interview for that job entail?

 

[Light Ice]

He barely lets me finish before he states the room of today's desires; the Fantasy room. I've yet to go there at all since it was built so this should be an interesting experience to say the least. He makes a move for the door before I ever kick into gear, my expression flits from surprised to polite instantaneously as I follow him into the bedroom.

He tugs me close to his masculine form, hard up against his chest as his mouth dips to mine and I accept even as the door crushes to a close against my back. My tongue twines with his fiercely, passionate, strong and wild as his kiss obliterates thought outside of the moment.

My pert breasts brushing naked against the fabric, it rakes my sensitive nipples and forces a soft moan from my lips; pressed between him and the unforgiving wood. Solid. Nowhere to go. This is bliss for me.

A shared bliss. A potent twist between the darker avenues of his desires and the sweeter acknowledgments of her saucy femininity. Hands. Everywhere. His large palms brace the gentle round of her lean-bodied hips and slip upward along the dress, splaying out along her belly and ribs before surging upward. One passes over her breasts entirely, scantly grazing the welcoming swell to brush instead along her cheek and knit fiercely in her hair.

Pulling her deeply into the kiss, tongues tangling in the warmth of her mouth as the fingers of his other hand captures the feminine swell of her tit and shapes it with a subtle, potent knead of each strong digit.

The pass of his thumb's pad serves to taunt a tightening nipple, even as he bares his teeth and pinches the plush velvet of her lower lip in a subtle, revealing bite.

 

[Dr_James]

We're not exactly hard up for business. We cater to a very wonderful list of clients.

I can't help but notice that.

Finishes the glass and asks for another.

 

[Leopald]

Thinks.

And what might an interview for that job entail?

Well, obviously we would have to test you on the pole...

 

[monique_minx]

A shared bliss. A potent twist between the darker avenues of his desires and the sweeter acknowledgments of her saucy femininity. Hands. Everywhere. His large palms brace the gentle round of her lean-bodied hips and slip upward along the dress, splaying out along her belly and ribs before surging upward. One passes over her breasts entirely, scantly grazing the welcoming swell to brush instead along her cheek and knit fiercely in her hair.

Pulling her deeply into the kiss, tongues tangling in the warmth of her mouth as the fingers of his other hand captures the feminine swell of her tit and shapes it with a subtle, potent knead of each strong digit.

The pass of his thumb's pad serves to taunt a tightening nipple, even as he bares his teeth and pinches the plush velvet of her lower lip in a subtle, revealing bite.

His travelling hands serve to heighten my arousal and my interest, my own hands shift from where they're pressed against the door and rake across his shirt; seeking purchase. In the end, I growl my frustration low in my throat and tear the shirt upward, slipping my hands beneath just to feel his skin.

His fingers brush over my cheek, my eyes half lidded but in spite of everything, I issue a sharp gasp as his hand twines in my crimson tresses. The stimulation it gives is exhilarating and I roll my hips in a hard wanton push up against his pelvis.

My fingernails dig into his back harder when he gropes my breast, I can't help it, my tits are so fucking sensitive right now that the slightest touch is liable to provoke something of a response. I love the vulnerability, the utter exposure of my situation as I'm held there, mere scraps of fabric between us and nothing between him and my own flesh but that little black dress...

 

[oreocookie]

Grins.

Obviously.

 

[Light Ice]

Her fingers glide along his belly, nails scratching the rippled muscles of his abdomen. It's provocation enough for his hands to drop to her round hips and lift her, pull her little body up along the door until her little feet hang above the floor. The next roll of her hips is met with his own, grinding them together. Heat and friction sending sensations arcing through him, lighting every synapse, feeding his body with enough pleasure to make his desires turn sharply to demands.

"I want you." He says. Aware that the words are a husky growl, a low rumble against the column of her throat before his hand slips from her hair and jerks the sheer fabric of her dress down to free her breasts.

She's stunning. So fucking gorgeous! The ferocious heat of her against him almost eclipsing the silk of her skin as his lips drop, grazing her collarbone and throat, before his teeth find the top of her tits with wanton little bites. Her breasts are young and firm, full beneath his mouth as he tracks his bites to the tight bud of her nipples and offers them wanton little tugs, sure to pinch and pain the sensitive peaks before his warm tongue can lathe and soothe them.

His body surges forward, battering her firmly against the door and splitting her coltish thighs around the shelf of his rugged hips.

If only he'd paid mind to get his pants down...

 

[monique_minx]

Her fingers glide along his belly, nails scratching the rippled muscles of his abdomen. It's provocation enough for his hands to drop to her round hips and lift her, pull her little body up along the door until her little feet hang above the floor. The next roll of her hips is met with his own, grinding them together. Heat and friction sending sensations arcing through him, lighting every synapse, feeding his body with enough pleasure to make his desires turn sharply to demands.

"I want you." He says. Aware that the words are a husky growl, a low rumble against the column of her throat before his hand slips from her hair and jerks the sheer fabric of her dress down to free her breasts.

She's stunning. So fucking gorgeous! The ferocious heat of her against him almost eclipsing the silk of her skin as his lips drop, grazing her collarbone and throat, before his teeth find the top of her tits with wanton little bites. Her breasts are young and firm, full beneath his mouth as he tracks his bites to the tight bud of her nipples and offers them wanton little tugs, sure to pinch and pain the sensitive peaks before his warm tongue can lathe and soothe them.

His body surges forward, battering her firmly against the door and splitting her coltish thighs around the shelf of his rugged hips.

If only he'd paid mind to get his pants down...

Ah-uh!

I gasp out as he lift me up from the ground, my legs raise up to wrap around him tightly as I roll my hips into him and his own meet mine, I moan loudly. My pussy burning with need as his lips move to my throat.

"I want you."

That deep growl just serves to make me quiver against him

Take me...

I utter breathlessly. My hands holding his shoulders while my entangled hair is released from his grip. His hand dropping quickly to wrench the flimsy, sheer fabric down...

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...exposing my breasts to the cool air, his mouth surges down from my collar bone and forces my body to arch into him. My hands lifting to the back of his head and gripping him close.

Ohhh fuck!

He shoves me back hard against the door and I just barely protect my head, grinding my hips into him vigorously. My hands release their tighter grip but still one holds to his head while the other slips to his upper back and a soft whispery exclamation meets his ears.

Please!

((OOC: Yes that's me in the pic, yes it's not a great pic, yes it's the only one I have and yes, I don't like my tits very much but I like to share and assist in imagery so shuddup ))

 

[Leopald]

Obviously.

Well, we can start you off with a simple strip-tease, maybe work the pole into you... Er. Scratch that, reverse it.

And how are you with fan dances?

 

[oreocookie]

Fan dances?

Suddenly feels out of her element.

 

[Leopald]

Fan dances?

Suddenly feels out of her element.

Chuckles softly and gives a friendly dismissive wave.

Its okay, really. Was just curious if you'd had any experience in something like that. All in all, I'd definitely say you have the looks to pull it off...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Strolling single mindedly into the house, I have but one thought and one need and she better fucking be here. I move to the bar, order up a drink and watch the others for a minute.

 

[Dr_James]

Looks up from his glass.

Evening, Ausus.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Smiles and turns toward Dr. J.

Heya darlin, love the new Av.. very sexy and well.. fucked. But approve.

 

[Miss Sixxy]

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.

reddening in the face, I mouth back 'I'm sorry'

I can't help but notice that.

Finishes the glass and asks for another.

sees to Dr J's next scotch as she listens intently to Leo and Oreo's conversation

 

[Miss Sixxy]

Strolling single mindedly into the house, I have but one thought and one need and she better fucking be here. I move to the bar, order up a drink and watch the others for a minute.

Evening madam, what can I get for you?

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Sixxy, I need something strong and dirty. Show me what you got babe.

 

[Light Ice]

There are few things a man likes to hear more than "please". It's a near-whisper, a sultry little whimper. He can feel her sweet breath against his brow as she croons to him, arching sharply against his body and the cool surface of the door. He's as unyielding. Almost.

His hands slip down. One slinks around the curve of her hip to cradle the firm cheek of her ass, holding her there in limbo off the floor. It's effortless for him. His broad shoulders bunched with masculine strength and his rugged arms knit with sinuous and sure power. She's a sexy thing, stunning. The way she yields to being female, to being soft and small in his hands, makes him feel even stronger now. The control is a heady high, a potent fuel to his already raging want.

His other hand frees his belt and unfastens his slacks, pushing them down with his boxer-briefs. The cotton strains, snags on the massive crown of his impressive length, before freeing the captured column of flesh and leaving it to bob wantonly beneath her.

When his hips roll forward it's softer now. Gentle. A taunting attempt that does nothing more than butt the smooth velvet head of his dick against her silken petals. The wet spreads along his hot skin, turning him slick as he gently nudges his shaft's girth between the folds of her sex and nudges his tip against her clit.

"Louder." He growls, looking up at her now. His pale eyes dusky with want as his lips lightly brush along her own. "I want to hear every little way you could say please before we're done."

His demand made. Hers sated. A sudden rock of his hips parts her around him, sends his great length surging deeply into the molten depths of her body. The vice-grip of her muscles, the liquid fire of her core crushing down around him, drawing a ragged rumble from his throat and rocking her roughly against the door, her little heel-clad feet bobbing above his ass.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I'm strong and dirty