The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[Leopald]

She's slightly surprised that he turns her around again, but only slightly. She's more surprise though, when he grabs Minx by the hair pulling her toward Princess' cunt. The look of surprise crossing Minx' face is seen and she gasps as Minx goes back to licking around her clit as she'd done earlier.

Her whimpers and cries of pleasure grow more and more with every lick and thrust, not to mention the now two fingers thats in her ass.

Shit!

With the extra stimulation, she is pretty certain that her next orgasm should be a bit harder this time. She makes sure to hold it though, in case Leo wants to order her to cum. With every passing moment though it gets harder to hold and she's eager to cum again and have him cum inside of her.

WhiningPleeeease... Leo..

She is finding it hard to keep from cumming again and wants to make sure its okay

Need to...ohhh...c-cum again...

OOC: Once again, scene paused. Enjoy the club, everyone.

 

[fuckmeat]

quietly grabs the bottle from behind the bar so as not to disturb

blows a kiss to the sinful vision as she passes, knowing what she would crave to do to me, when in the right mood.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

vaguely annoyed the kiss was only blown

 

[fuckmeat]

raises glass and approaches Vail, admiring her choice of attire from top to toe. Takes a long pull of whiskey and then boldly kisses her, pouring the warm spirit into her mouth. I pull slightly away and shoot her a look of raw lust from beneath my lashes.

Looking for some company tonight Ma'am?

my eyebrow arches suggestively as I take another long sip of whiskey, savouring the burn and then licking my lips, catlike with pleasure

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Is my collar on your neck, thing?

 

[fuckmeat]

Leo's collar is on my neck Ma'am but for a modest fee it's your collar for the night.

flushes at being called 'thing' wondering how long it'll be till she has me regretting hiring myself to her. my guess is not very

The prices are by the till and I'll ring up the sale for you. I'm no good with dollars and cents Ma'am.

eyes her warily, my bold eye contact from before faltering now, till I can only glance up from her shoes every so often. I pull some hold up stockings from my purse, kick off my heels and slowly roll them on.

Mustn't forget these Ma'am. This thing knows how much you like them.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

woirking very hard to contain her anger, a tiny growl still escapes

You do not wear my collar, so I am NOT your "Ma'am".
I am not here to be a customer, so I am NOT your "Ma'am".
I have not bought you and will not buy you, so I am NOT your "Ma'am".

The only reason I am saying this instead of showing my displeasure is that you are working, and not really mine to handle roughly anyhow.

But I am NOT your fucking "Ma'am"

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel makes her way into the whorehouse, passing through the entry way, back to the bar where her precious absinthe surely awaits. She and the Lady have a conversation to be had- many of them.

Still clad in her morning attire, tense and tight, her stockings are now covered in the remnants of wax and there are bright red paths meandering down the inside of her legs, visible even behind the nylon.

 

[fuckmeat]

flushes scarlet and stares at the floor as she snarls at me. she is special brand of perfection and even as I begin to quail at her anger the white hot bliss of humiliation is corroding my veins, threatening to consume me till I fall at her feet and offer her myself gratis. my cunt flexes hard and moistens in my tiny hotpants. here though, the rules are not mine. here I am property, and not hers. Adrenaline floods my system as I wonder if she will just take from me... then turns on me in a blaze of paranoid self loathing as I declare myself wholly unworthy of such abuse from this goddess. it takes me a few moments to get the words out, the only words i feel able to say

I'm sorry.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Now ask yourself...thing...do I seem like the kind of girl who has ever or will ever have to pay for sex?
It amazed me that you'd want to insult me like that

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Taking a seat I watch the exchange before me. My ears hear words, but my senses take in much more. FMs posture, the downcast of her eyes, how her jaw clenches in response to inner conflict. I glance at Vail and see something entirely different, cold and hard.

This is a side of her I have not yet witnessed.

 

[fuckmeat]

I never meant to insult you. This is a whorehouse and I am an employee. The rules are not mine. There are other places where I can be played with for free. This is where I earn money for my Master.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Yes, but did I ask you to come over to me? No.
Did I ask for your services? No.
Do I come here very often and never EVER partake in the professional services other than the bar?
No.
You should be more fucking careful next time, shouldn't you?

 

[fuckmeat]

tries not to stammer, realising how I have caused offence now and that she is somewhat justified in her indignation. i did approach uninvited and initiate intimacy. I don't feel bad for offering my services but I could have done so more professionally

You're right, I shouldn't have approached you like that, I'm sorry. I'm very new here and I haven't learned all the protocols yet but... you were just so very tempting. I found myself unable to resist, next time I will know better.

I resist the urge to glance at her face, only able to wonder what she has made of my words

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I look over, not quite sure how my fingers arrived around the stem of the martini glass, but definitely appreciative of the absinthe within. I sip and welcome the fairy's return.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

voice even, monotone
See that you do. Its insulting and presumptuous to behave as you did. The only reason you didn't end up on the floor is that you are protected here.
Do NOT forget that or treat me with such disrespect elsehwere.

 

[fuckmeat]

I won't. I'm sorry.

moves away back towards the bar, bewildered and embarrassed. slips my heels back on and returns to my own drink, figuring that if Miss high and mighty wants a refill she'll ask for one

 

[Vail_Indigo]

gives her glass a little tap on the bar, wodnering if the waitstaff is just as fucking rude as the thing who just insulted her

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel watches fuckmeat's withdraw, again noting her posture and how her obsequiousness gives way to something not quite so.. submissive. Angel allows herself a slow and subtle smirk before taking another drink.

 

[fuckmeat]

looks around with theatrical exaggeration then slips from my stool and moves behind the bar when no wait staff come leaping from the shadows

I don't work the bar but after our misunderstanding I'll make an exception. Can I get you a refill, or would you like something different?

wonders idly just how protected I'd be here were I to tip the ice bucket over her by way of cooling her off, then nearly loses myself in fantasies of how she might exact her revenge

 

[Drunken_Angel]

gives her glass a little tap on the bar, wodnering if the waitstaff is just as fucking rude as the thing who just insulted her

"It may be a bit early yet for barstaff."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

giving a sideways glace at the rude thing...then ignoring...summoning a waitress at last...turning on my stoll to face her, my stockinged knee touching her pretty, bare thigh...just caressing lightly back and forth

Hello sweet one, could you get me two shots of Jagermeister, one warm, one cold? Thank you, prettygirl!

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I look the waitress over carefully, something familiar about her. Ah yes, she is the one who put the drink in my hand. I do not remember even ordering it. I take another long pull and slip into a realm where magically appearing drinks are nothing to be marveled at.

My gaze goes to fuckmeat, curious as to her continued reaction.

 

[fuckmeat]

blinks and flinches at the twisted beauty's schizophrenic mood metamorphosis and then pours her drinks, electing to keep quiet. her touch on my thigh is electric and her now dazzling smile makes me decidedly nervous, a sensation I'm pathologically addicted to when it comes to such a stunning and clearly dangerous woman.

There you go. You can have those two on the house.

Not so much generosity as being clueless about the prices, untrained to work the till and far too rattled to care about the price of two shots. I pour myself another whiskey, a fucking large one. I turn to DA and smile more genuinely.

Can I get you anything else while I'm up?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

just staring at the little thing behind the bar, smiling, chin resting in my hand, the other hand dipping a finger into the rather large glass of whiskey...then bringing it to my lips

mmmm! Oh, that is good! Let me have one of those as well...and, if you have a cigarette...that would be extra nice