The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[Drunken_Angel]

I turn to DA and smile more genuinely.

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

A slow smile, well-being returning quickly as the liquor begins to take effect. The angry red places on my thigh scream at me, but its not longer a roar, more like... a scream heard underwater, soft and undulating. I raise the glass to my lips, finishing it.

"Have you ever prepared an absinthe?"

I set the empty glass down on the bar, still with the same slow smile.

 

[fuckmeat]

watches, mesmerised as she sucks scotch from her finger, my own mouth hanging open momentarily, ogling her like a simpleton. Her voice eventually shakes me from my reverie.

Oh yes, here you go.

I pour her a whiskey and then rummage in my purse before visiting the cigarette machine. I don't smoke myself but right now I'd walk a mile over broken glass to fetch her a cigarette. I find a lighter behind the bar, open the pack and offer it to her

 

[fuckmeat]

A slow smile, well-being returning quickly as the liquor begins to take effect. The angry red places on my thigh scream at me, but its not longer a roar, more like... a scream heard underwater, soft and undulating. I raise the glass to my lips, finishing it.

"Have you ever prepared an absinthe?"

I set the empty glass down on the bar, still with the same slow smile.

Um... sorry but no. I don't usually work the bar. I know which bottle it's in but that's about it. How about you enlighten me?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

my finger dips into my new drink...then just casually reaching over, running the dripping fingertip along the pretty thing's lips and then into her mouth

I owed you that little bit, only fair

smiling as she sucks...and I take the cigarette

 

[fuckmeat]

turns away from Angel to suck the booze from Vail's finger, trying not to linger long enough for her to raise the roof about being insulted again. i watch her take the cigarette and then out of politeness, turn back to Angel and offer her a smoke too.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel pauses, words momentarily flying away. No matter they will return given time. Her distraction is vail's fingers, dipped in golden liquid, now between FM's lips. Her words return at the most inconvenient time.

"A sugar cube, a lighter and some ice water is all I need, dear. I've my own spoon."

 

[fuckmeat]

Angel pauses, words momentarily flying away. No matter they will return given time. Her distraction is vail's fingers, dipped in golden liquid, now between FM's lips. Her words return at the most inconvenient time.

"A sugar cube, a lighter and some ice water is all I need, dear. I've my own spoon."

clatters around behind the bar till I've found everything, then lay everything out for her to use, inhaling the spirit's potent smell as I uncork the bottle

 

[Vail_Indigo]

looking down...ok, all 3 gone??? thinking I gotta be careful of that

 

[Light Ice]

The ladies have taken over the joint. He doesn't mind. Instead, in a sensible sports coat and slacks, he takes his place at the bar only a few seats from DA. A subtle dip of his chin made, a passive greeting, his attention otherwise fixed on the slender little FM behind the bar's counter.

"Hello, FM. Would you mind if I made myself a drink from that?"

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel looks the instruments over. She pours about two-thirds of a shot of the clear jade liquid into the glass and sets the spoon over its rim. "The sugar cube crowns the spoon like so, see?" The remainder of the shot poured over the cube saturates it.

"Watch this" A flame, a match applied to the cube alights the sugar and the potent liquid into a deep blue glow, silent, burning cool. The only sounds are the slight popping as sugar begins to caramelize. At this, the spoon is tipped and the remains of the cube stirred in.

"And now, for the invocation. This is what makes absinthe, absinthe" Ice water is allowed to drip, once twice, three times, each droplet of water releasing a hazy netherworld cloud, turning clear draconic fire into diffuse faerie moonlight. The rest of the water is added completing the ritual and filling the air with the smell of anise and sweet.

Water set aside, glass carefully lifted to lips. "That is how you invoke the fairy. I'm happy to make one for you if you're permitted."

 

[fuckmeat]

The ladies have taken over the joint. He doesn't mind. Instead, in a sensible sports coat and slacks, he takes his place at the bar only a few seats from DA. A subtle dip of his chin made, a passive greeting, his attention otherwise fixed on the slender little FM behind the bar's counter.

"Hello, FM. Would you mind if I made myself a drink from that?"

Go ahead.

finds a small box and places it on the bar with the coins from the till in it. the label I write on it reads:

Please pay a reasonable amount for your drinks. Please take your own correct change. If you plan to steal liquor, please let us know. Thankyou, the management.

watches Angel prepare her drink, fascinated. watches Vail smoke out the corner of my eye, equally fascinated

Thankyou but I'm ok right now with my scotch. Best not mix spirits while on duty.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

A subtle dip of his chin made, a passive greeting, his attention otherwise fixed on the slender little FM behind the bar's counter.

A warm smile to Ice, a crossing of legs.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

takes a very long drag....then lets the smoke simply...tumble from her mouth...a waterfall over her lower lip

 

[Light Ice]

A muted nod is passed to DA as she prepares her Absinthe with a French twist. It was never his favorite, personally, but the small miracle of the Fairy was her versatility. His own concoction was a little less elegant.

Two parts Absinthe, 1 part Gin, and a splash of sweet and sour.

A ten is tucked into the tin, folded crisply in half before being abandoned there.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

A muted nod is passed to DA as she prepares her Absinthe with a French twist. It was never his favorite, personally, but the small miracle of the Fairy was her versatility. His own concoction was a little less elegant.

Two parts Absinthe, 1 part Gin, and a splash of sweet and sour.

A ten is tucked into the tin, folded crisply in half before being abandoned there.

Angel watches curiously this new invocation of the Fey. She makes her notes in the back of her mind even while her attention is drawn to the languid smoke. Her eyelids close partially according to its rhythm and the quickly warming sensation of the fairy's kiss.

 

[fuckmeat]

takes a very long drag....then lets the smoke simply...tumble from her mouth...a waterfall over her lower lip

finds it harder to watch Vail with any degree of subtlety now Angel has stopped mixing her drink. takes a pull on my own by way of displacement activity

 

[Light Ice]

A warm smile to Ice, a crossing of legs.

The smile is radiant. The scissoring of her legs alluring. These were the subtle measures of seduction, tools in a woman's trade. Men had their own but he couldn't have named them. Didn't need to. In this house the only tool he needed was a thick wallet and an ever greater measure of patience, respect, and interest.

"I hope I'm not ruining a girl's night out."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

finds it harder to watch Vail with any degree of subtlety now Angel has stopped mixing her drink. takes a pull on my own by way of displacement activity

sweetness in a smile
Hi! Whatcha lookin' at?

 

[fuckmeat]

sweetness in a smile
Hi! Whatcha lookin' at?

A beautiful woman.

I venture, unable to see how she can take exception to that.

I never smoked, never wanted to. Fascinates me how others enjoy it so much.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

A beautiful woman.

I venture, unable to see how she can take exception to that.

I never smoked, never wanted to. Fascinates me how others enjoy it so much.

smiles
Me, I'm just a girl
well, I regret having ever picked it up, and I've quit, but once in a while I still indulge.
Indulgences are good for the soul

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The smile is radiant. The scissoring of her legs alluring. These were the subtle measures of seduction, tools in a woman's trade. Men had their own but he couldn't have named them. Didn't need to. In this house the only tool he needed was a thick wallet and an ever greater measure of patience, respect, and interest.

"I hope I'm not ruining a girl's night out."

Finger running around the rim of her glass. "Of course not. I just needed to step out a bit after a long day in the studio."

 

[FuckFantasy]

Black leather gladiator heels click softly on the cool, veiny marble floor as she enters through the lobby and heads straight to the bar. Open toes reveal a flash of deep purple polish, the same shade as that clingy, soft jersey dress molded to lush curves. The hemline is high, the neckline is low, and her shoulders are bare, as delicate straps wrap around the back of her neck, the ends hidden by a mane of tousled dark blonde.

A pair of glittering blues scan the vicinity. There's so many gorgeous girls to be seen, and a massive stocked bar has her licking her lips in thirst. Then she spots Light Ice, looking handsome and polished on a stool, and that sweet tongue flicks a quickly broadening pink lipped smile once again.

She crosses the floor, wraps her bare, sun-kissed arms around his shoulders, and purrs affectionately into his ear. "Did you save a spot for me?"

 

[fuckmeat]

smiles
Me, I'm just a girl
well, I regret having ever picked it up, and I've quit, but once in a while I still indulge.
Indulgences are good for the soul

Yeah, you got that right. I fear I may be indulging too much around here lately though.

she'll never just be a girl. i watch her lips purse as she sucks on the cigarette once more, envying the filtertip

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Yeah, you got that right. I fear I may be indulging too much around here lately though.

she'll never just be a girl. i watch her lips purse as she sucks on the cigarette once more, envying the filtertip

mmmm...I've never understood that idea...over-indulgence...or...too much of a good thing.
I always...always...want more

 

[Drunken_Angel]

The sound of heels pulls Angel's attention like a rope, cutting through the absinthe haze. She sucks her lower lip, seeing purple peeking out from shoes fit to be worshiped. As her gaze travels up, her stomach flips once, twice and it is all she can do to hide behind her drink.