The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[fuckmeat]

I drain my glass and watch the room begin to dissolve as real life locks its fist around my throat. I turn to her, staring hard now, creating an indelible memory of her sat smoking like this, so beautifully sultry. I hold her gaze as I slowly vanish

Me too.

Always.

 

[FuckFantasy]

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.

She flashes a sweet, friendly smile at Angel, drinking in the girl's beauty and give a small, flirtatious wave. "I've never tried absinthe before."

 

[Light Ice]

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?"

No. He hadn't. But that didn't matter, couldn't with her. When it came to his side she always had a place, as close as she desired. The feeling of her little arms curling about his neck and the soft heat of her breath against his ear was enough, provoking his own arm to curl about her hips and pull the warmth of her against him.

"Come here, gorgeous. You want a drink?"

The pass of her little tongue against those plush lips hadn't escaped him. A subtle gesture, a passing flicker of want manifested along the elegant lines of her face and personified in so small a moment that most might miss it. He didn't. Not at all. And his strong fingers turned a subtle, twisting caress along her hip in response. His little way of communicating so much with so little.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

She flashes a sweet, friendly smile at Angel, drinking in the girl's beauty and give a small, flirtatious wave. "I've never tried absinthe before."

Angel offers her glass, now hiding only behind a shy smile. Her eyes follow every one of the girl's movements, the elongating of her lips, the wave, her arm wrapped around ice. Her words fail her once again, flying into some distant corner of her mind, but she does have the presence of mind to push her glass forward.

 

[Light Ice]

Angel offers her glass, now hiding only behind a shy smile. Her eyes follow every one of the girl's movements, the elongating of her lips, the wave, her arm wrapped around ice. Her words fail her once again, flying into some distant corner of her mind, but she does have the presence of mind to push her glass forward.

He looks to her, the delicious and tawny-haired angel beside him evaporating all too quickly. A stretch of the hand that once held her to him, a means to make contact with DA, as he splays his fingers on the back of her extended hand and offers it an easy squeeze.

"She's something, isn't she? She'll be back."

 

[Drunken_Angel]

He looks to her, the delicious and tawny-haired angel beside him evaporating all too quickly. A stretch of the hand that once held her to him, a means to make contact with DA, as he splays his fingers on the back of her extended hand and offers it an easy squeeze.

"She's something, isn't she? She'll be back."

Angel casts desperately for her words. All she can get out is "Its the heels."

 

[Light Ice]

Angel casts desperately for her words. All she can get out is "Its the heels."

He shakes his head, laughing now. Her drink is replaced, only with one of his own making. As his own slowly finds itself consumed, taken in small pulls, he manages to continue.

"Man, it's so many things. You weren't here to the ride she gave CT."

He whistles, looking into the bar's stock and finishing his drink.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

looks up from her puddle of spit
ewww...ok, time to slow down

 

[Drunken_Angel]

He shakes his head, laughing now. Her drink is replaced, only with one of his own making. As his own slowly finds itself consumed, taken in small pulls, he manages to continue.

"Man, it's so many things. You weren't here to the ride she gave CT."

He whistles, looking into the bar's stock and finishing his drink.

Angel finds herself laughing, a bubbling shy laugh. She takes a sip of the drink made in the foreign fashion and her tongue tingles. The fey is there, sweet licorice, but also other flavors, complex and deep. Her first instinct is to reject it outright out of loyalty, but something convinces her to give it another chance, and another... one more. "Hey, I think you're on to something, Ice"

Angel flashes the man an appreciative look and continues her exploration. "You said my style was french? What is yours?"

 

[Drunken_Angel]

looks up from her puddle of spit
ewww...ok, time to slow down

A concerned if somewhat blurry look "Are you alright over there, Vail?"

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Yupyup!
smiles

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Yupyup!
smiles

Well come sit with me, I'm lonely.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

actually, I'm thinking its sleepy time for me

 

[Light Ice]

Angel finds herself laughing, a bubbling shy laugh. She takes a sip of the drink made in the foreign fashion and her tongue tingles. The fey is there, sweet licorice, but also other flavors, complex and deep. Her first instinct is to reject it outright out of loyalty, but something convinces her to give it another chance, and another... one more. "Hey, I think you're on to something, Ice"

Angel flashes the man an appreciative look and continues her exploration. "You said my style was french? What is yours?"

"Not." He confesses. But it's with a smile. An easy thing as he glances sidelong to her once more. Lifting a solitary finger and leveling it on her empty glass.

"The French use flame on the sugar now. The traditional is simply to dissolve the sugar using a cold-water drip. In the last half-century, or so, Absinthe has begun to develop it's own library of cocktails. Hemingway, for instance, drank it with champagne."

The history is boring. He knows it. He simply can't help himself. The details are left obscure, too boring even for his own impulsive mind. Instead, he slips behind the bar, beginning to make himself another drink. His eyes, at times, drift up to the establishment's door.

And then suddenly. "Or perhaps it was the Czech who first started using flame on the cube."

"I can't remember."

 

[Drunken_Angel]

actually, I'm thinking its sleepy time for me

Angel turns her nose up in a pout. "Fine"

 

[Vail_Indigo]

staggers out the door...a sad thud heard as she hits the street, only to be dragged away by the Josephines

 

[Drunken_Angel]

"Not." He confesses. But it's with a smile. An easy thing as he glances sidelong to her once more. Lifting a solitary finger and leveling it on her empty glass.

"The French use flame on the sugar now. The traditional is simply to dissolve the sugar using a cold-water drip. In the last half-century, or so, Absinthe has begun to develop it's own library of cocktails. Hemingway, for instance, drank it with champagne."

The history is boring. He knows it. He simply can't help himself. The details are left obscure, too boring even for his own impulsive mind. Instead, he slips behind the bar, beginning to make himself another drink. His eyes, at times, drift up to the establishment's door.

And then suddenly. "Or perhaps it was the Czech who first started using flame on the cube."

"I can't remember."

Angel listens attentively, though likely only the phrases French and Czech, perhaps Hemingway. She scowls at "champagne". "Just cold water, over the sugar? How does it dissolve the cube?"

 

[Light Ice]

Angel listens attentively, though likely only the phrases French and Czech, perhaps Hemingway. She scowls at "champagne". "Just cold water, over the sugar? How does it dissolve the cube?"

"The first few drips?" He laughs, shaking his head. "Barely. But after that it goes real quick."

He passes her a fresh drink, almost unconcerned if she hadn't finished the first. The twenty that he tucked into the tin was more than enough for the waste if it ended up that way.

"Another cocktail, my girlfriend likes this one, is to mix it with lime juice and sweet and sour. I believe it's called the Gremlin. A lighter Absinthe works well for that kind of cocktail, though. Le Petite Vert is perfect."

 

[Drunken_Angel]

"The first few drips?" He laughs, shaking his head. "Barely. But after that it goes real quick."

He passes her a fresh drink, almost unconcerned if she hadn't finished the first. The twenty that he tucked into the tin was more than enough for the waste if it ended up that way.

"Another cocktail, my girlfriend likes this one, is to mix it with lime juice and sweet and sour. I believe it's called the Gremlin. A lighter Absinthe works well for that kind of cocktail, though. Le Petite Vert is perfect."

Angel looks down at the new drink, squinting slightly, amazed that somehow her other glass is empty. She tries the gremlin, the lime and sweet and sour cutting through the typical syrup of the absinthe. "It.. makes it taste so thin. More like air than liquid. How strange" Despite her protestations this one goes down as well.

By now, thoroughly floating she looks up at Ice, her eyes a combination of sparkle and wave. "You really know your drinks, Ice. I'm impressed."

 

[Light Ice]

Angel looks down at the new drink, squinting slightly, amazed that somehow her other glass is empty. She tries the gremlin, the lime and sweet and sour cutting through the typical syrup of the absinthe. "It.. makes it taste so thin. More like air than liquid. How strange" Despite her protestations this one goes down as well.

By now, thoroughly floating she looks up at Ice, her eyes a combination of sparkle and wave. "You really know your drinks, Ice. I'm impressed."

He knows that wave she is riding. They aren't so different in that regard. A smile tugs its way across his face as he rounds the bar, reclaiming his seat with another, passing glance to the door. There's a shake of his head in reply as he looks back to DA.

"Drinking problem in the making, I suppose. I'm just overly indulgent."

 

[Drunken_Angel]

He knows that wave she is riding. They aren't so different in that regard. A smile tugs its way across his face as he rounds the bar, reclaiming his seat with another, passing glance to the door. There's a shake of his head in reply as he looks back to DA.

"Drinking problem in the making, I suppose. I'm just overly indulgent."

"Indulgent" Angel says the word like it has more than its base meaning. She looks down after a moment finding once again the wax still stuck to her hose. Noticing for the first time that she is still in her angry artist clothing, not at all elegant. She laughs. She looks up to see if Ice shares her amusement at her inner joke and then back down to begin picking wax off of her leg. The angry red splotches are all but silent now, racking up a bill of pain she will be paying tomorrow.

"I think I need to go back and change"

 

[FuckFantasy]

He knows that wave she is riding. They aren't so different in that regard. A smile tugs its way across his face as he rounds the bar, reclaiming his seat with another, passing glance to the door. There's a shake of his head in reply as he looks back to DA.

"Drinking problem in the making, I suppose. I'm just overly indulgent."

She reappears, this time perched onto Light Ice's lap - right where she belongs. Long, satiny skinned stems cross over the other, heel-clad feet dangling over one side. An arm is curled around his neck for support, and she faces DA now, watching with a sultry grin as the beauty takes a sip of her drink. Mmm. She wants one too, and looks into LI's hazel stare, the same one that makes her own hues grow wide with delight.

"Am I a total animal for admitting that the champagne version sounds really, really good?"

She ruffles his hair and whispers something into his ear with a silky tone.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel brightens at Fuckfantasy's sudden reemergence. Her brightness fades as she once again looks at her own clothes. She slides off the stool, finding the bar top for support.

"I will be back later... yes. later. .. I .. need change. Thank you.. for.. for the drinks, Ice" She smiles, half lop-sided at both of them. Her gaze sliding without her knowledge from their faces down to those shoes. They linger on the purple toes as she weaves her way toward the door.

 

[Light Ice]

She reappears, this time perched onto Light Ice's lap - right where she belongs. Long, satiny skinned stems cross over the other, heel-clad feet dangling over one side. An arm is curled around his neck for support, and she faces DA now, watching with a sultry grin as the beauty takes a sip of her drink. Mmm. She wants one too, and looks into LI's hazel stare, the same one that makes her own hues grow wide with delight.

"Am I a total animal for admitting that the champagne version sounds really, really good?"

She ruffles his hair and whispers something into his ear with a silky tone.

There's no intention to get up and make her one, unfortunately. The fortune of her delicious little body perched in place astride his thighs is one that he'd be hard pressed to turn from. For a moment, at least while she remains nuzzled to his ear, the only answer she's given is a brush of his lean lips against the sleek column of her throat.

The proximity, the warmth of her, wakes his body. He hardens under the bubbled round of her cheeks as an arm curls about her, lifting the drink in his hand towards her mouth.

"I'm going to take you upstairs, darling, and turn you into a quivering mess in a moment. Drink while you can."

 

[FuckFantasy]

Angel brightens at Fuckfantasy's sudden reemergence. Her brightness fades as she once again looks at her own clothes. She slides off the stool, finding the bar top for support.

"I will be back later... yes. later. .. I .. need change. Thank you.. for.. for the drinks, Ice" She smiles, half lop-sided at both of them. Her gaze sliding without her knowledge from their faces down to those shoes. They linger on the purple toes as she weaves her way toward the door.

"I can't wait to see what your next costume change is!" A cheerful, if not slightly deviant call after the angel as she leaves. "And I just noticed you offered me your drink - come back later so I can repay your kindness."

She presses her lips to LI's cheek, and asks: "So, shall I try your version or hers first?"