The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[princesssexci]

Princess continues to flip through the magazine she was previously looking at, as the whorehouse goes back to total and utter silence.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

moves to the juke box...puts on The Ting Tings

 

[zydrate]

here's the music Vail's playing and can't help but to show up wearing this

 

[Vail_Indigo]

glancing over at the pretty zydrate...my hips moving to the music as I lean against the juke box...finding zydrate's outfit more appropriate for this instead

 

[princesssexci]

Princess' ears perk up as her favorite song begins to play on the jukebox. Her head bobbing to the sound of Ke$ha as her hips slowly begin to sway.

 

[zydrate]

is super hyper from her coffee this morning and starts to skip, hop and jump around the room, cheering to the song on the jukebox, mouthing each and every word of the song

 

[Vail_Indigo]

moving about the room in one slow continual gyration

 

[zydrate]

lands in a perfect split at the end of the song and looks over at both Vail and Princess, giggle

Tada!!

 

[Vail_Indigo]

laughing at the little showgirl...figuring there's no reason to not follow up with Your Love Is My Drug

 

[zydrate]

jumps up and starts shaking her pom poms first face Vail then jumping around with her back to Vail....she bends over, her little skirt showing off what she doesn't have on underneath...

 

[princesssexci]

Unfortunately, ladies I have to be going now. Have fun listening to Ke$ha

 

[Vail_Indigo]

is yanked away for like 20 minues but will be right back

 

[zydrate]

pouts at both but keeps dancing, waving her pompoms and then giggling

 

[Nessitude]

Peeks in and grins "Nice pom poms"

 

[zydrate]

giggles and shakes them at him as she continues to dance hoping she doesn't get in trouble with anyone....

 

[Vail_Indigo]

slips back in

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

follows Vail inside, a soft swirl of sandalwood and strong fingers touching the back of her calf...before exiting...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

giggles at the tickle

 

[Vail_Indigo]

can't resist the allure of Lady Gaga on the sound system

 

[zydrate]

yanks off her top and tosses it aside

 

[fuckmeat]

Walks in and takes in the decadent surroundings. I look around for my interviewer, smoothing down my new dress. Towering black knee high boots give height to my tiny 5ft frame. I wear Leo's silver circlet of possession and in addition, a plain leather playcollar with a D ring holding a clip to fasten my leather wristcuffs together, should he wish to. I carry a large handbag containing my favourite toys. I check myself out in the nearest reflective surface, tousle my dark red hair and reapply my lipgloss while I wait for him.

My Dress

The fuckmeat
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[Leopald]

Walks into the main foyer from his office, only to find FM standing there, re-applying lip gloss in front of one of the mirrors. Very nice outfit...

He cants his head to the side, slightly, his eyes traveling up shapely legs in hopes of catching a glimpse under an impossibly short dress. No such luck yet, but it never hurt to try.

Hello, cunt. Looking rather slutty, this evening. Are you here for your evaluation? Its about damn time, I was starting to wonder if you were even interested at all.

He motions for her to follow, then takes off with long strides and a relatively quick pace towards the kink room. This should be fun.

As he waited by the door, he brushed some lint off the sleeve of his black suit-jacket, and straightened his blue-striped tie. It was never good to look unprofessional, even around his own slave. He watched her approach hungrily...

 

[fuckmeat]

She nodded, smiling and following his lead. She had no notion that she was going to the kink room, though if asked she would have made a pretty accurate guess. His obvious hunger flattered her. Even after all the times they had played together, all the ways he had taken her, Master wasn't yet bored. Fear and excitement began to spiral up through her. Beneath her slutty dress she wore not a stitch, hadn't seen the point. All he would find was her small tits and bare cunt, the delicate, alabaster pale flesh that coloured crimson if he so much as looked at it. His canvas of pleasure and pain.

She took in the interesting looking room and waited for him to instruct her, resisting the urge to shift nervously from foot to foot. Here, her behaviour would reflect on him; her training and her endurance. She didn't want to let him down. Letting him down was a very bad idea. She kept her eyes low and her pose deferential, wondering if he would make her safeword, just to showcase what she could take from him.

 

[Leopald]

He was content to make her wait, as she stood in the center of the room, seemingly unsure of what he would expect from her this evening. In all honesty, he didn't even know what was in store for her, as he was horrible at planning. It always seemed to work so much better when he played it by ear. And thus, it was always exactly what he did.

After a few moments of letting her stew, his impassive face finally cracked a slow-forming smile. The kind of smile that let the victim know that since she was finally in his grasp once more, there would be much fun had. Here was a target for his sadist desires, unmarked so far, but soon to be absolutely glowing with delicious evidence of his handiwork. If she was the canvas, he was assuredly the artist.

I won't want that pretty little dress ruined, cunt. So, let's get rid of it. There's a hanger there, by the door.

His hand gestured towards the plastic hanger lazily, as his eyes narrowed and prepared for the show about to be given.

 

[fuckmeat]

She hung her dress up obediently, stepping out of it with her back to him so he got a good look at her ass. She had lost weight, was as petite and slender as a teen. How would it effect her pain threshold? She figured she was about to find out.

She walked back towards him, allowing herself a long look at the malevolent grin on his face before she knelt at his feet. She knelt with her legs spread and crossed her wrists behind her back, bowing her head subserviently. They both knew he could rip apart her composure on a whim but for now she felt the formalities were important. After all, this was still an interview and he could still choose to kick her out naked onto the street, mocking her for daring to apply.