The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

The Whorehouse is hot!


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The door creaks open quite loudly, and she stands, leaning against it's frame, nibbling a full plush lip.
 
Blushes a bit, but comes into full view, chocolate thighs swaying a bit dangerously as she escaped from the outside and into the whorehouse, shutting the creaking door, the click of the lock signifying that she wasn't going anywhere.

Oh....well...I'm...just looking for the moment. Do you work here?

She asked this as she was looking around the room, before black eyes turned to meet hers. They sparkled with curiosity.
 
She shifted her weight to one hip, the black and red heels she was wearing accentuating them even more. She nodded a bit, watching that finger trail, following it with deep, intense eyes. She was curious now, and she smoothed out her own black, body con lace dress, hugging each and everyone of her curves.

Mmm. I see.

She heard the word little for the second time come out of her mouth. She ignored it.

Well. I wanted to see if there were any jobs available. Of course.
 
Watches her eyes trail. She smirked a bit at how obvious it was, but didn't mind in the slightest.

Well....who said I was innocent?
 
smiles
Some kinds of innocence...I can smell.
In a sense.

You have the kind you don't quite realize you have. It is especially delicious.
You'd be very popular.
At least for a while.
Saw the smile, which made her full lips curve into a small once as well. She tilted her head, black curls going to one side. She pouted her lips in full thought as she thought about what was said.

Hmm....so you do work here.
 
Product?

She let this swirl around in her head for a moment, before taking a deep breath, nodding in understand. Yes. A product.

So...what do you think they'll....want from me?

She smirked a bit before shifting her weight to the other curvy hip.
 
She tried to hide it, but she shivered, goosebumps developing on her skin for a brief moment before it was gone. She blinked for a moment, clearing her throat.
Hmmm....that sounds nice.
 
She heard the giggling and raised an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip.

Well...you can't knock it unless you try it, right?

She nodded to herself mostly, before sitting on a nearby stool.
 
She shivered again, and cleared her throat, looking around the room. The goosebumps stayed a bit longer.

So....what...about you? What brings you here?
 
wanders through trailing the combined scents of sandalwood and vanilla
Really bored.
 
Been a while. Small feet lead me along back alleys and side streets until finally the red door and the thump of good time music. I slip inside~head to toe black. Gazing left, right...above. The place looks almost dusty with disuse. One hopes that it doesn't stay that way. After all, tis the Whore house. Who doesn't want a whore from time to time?

So the click of heels across the floor. A few girls linger, in various states of undress but I don't really want them. I just want a drink. Possibly some peanuts. Basically, I just don't want to drink alone. And the Whore house used to have the best visitors. Maybe they all moved to Vivi's school?

Gods, I hope not.
 
The tables are all filled with patrons...but I don't know them and they tend to keep themselves TO themselves. Not a bad thing. I do that too. Even so. I head for the bar~rich gleaming cherry with brass accents. Gorgeous, much like the ladies who originally opened this establishment.

Honey brown eyes look for a bar girl. Any bar girl.

I need a drink.

And peanuts. Mustn't forget the peanuts.
 
It's been quiet today, not too much action but there are going to be days like this...although it's been far more than I liked...ahh well, it is the holiday season so there are bound to be parties all around...

Today I felt like dressing up, I havn't been wanting to wear the usual uniform as of late...

I'm rearranging the drink station when I hear someone enter, I look up, only to grin when I catch her eye...
 
Finally, I see her.

Sweet seduction in a barely there dress. A bit of heaven in this place. I wander over, eyes taking in every...single...curve and beckon her closer, pulling two twenties from my wallet and placing them on the bar.


"Hey pretty, get me a shot glass, some Stoli and lemon wedges and sugar. I feel like lemon drops."
 
With a smile, I honor her request as I grab the glasses and other items, I place them in front of her, swinging my hair to one side...

Still holding that smile, my eyes lock with hers as I speak
"Anything else?"
 
I smile, delightedly. I have liquor and company. What more does a boi need? I fix the first shot, dip the rim of the glass in sugar, pour a measure of vodka, suck the lemon wedge and take the shot.

Bliss. Fire but sweet and tart and good.

I prepare another before it hits me.


Well you could bring yourself over here and sit next to me, tell me bout your day....and bring me some salted peanuts. I really want peanuts.

A big grin, honey brown eyes twinkling in the low lights.
 
She doesn't have to ask me twice, with an extra sway in my hips, I walk around the bar and over to her, taking a seat next to her...

Peanuts? Hmmm... Let me just reach over here...

I lean over and across her to reach for a small bowl of peanuts...

There we are... as you requested...
 
Watching her...leaning over the bar...that dress a sin WAITING to be committed. It barely covers the curve of her ass, not that I mind. Who would? I mean, damn...look at her! SO when she pulls the bowl closer? It takes me a minute to focus on the peanuts and not all of the curves she has on display.

Thank you.

A handful of salty crunch and then the second shot is taken, a third shot prepared. My eyes can't seem to get enough of the woman lounging beside me. I can not look away. Good thing I can fix these damned shots in my sleep.

So, you gonna tell me bout your day? Even better...how the heck did you end up tending bar here? Not that I mind but you know...you'd probably do a lot better upstairs...tip wise.

A wicked, gleaming grin.
 
My story? Hmm, it's rather boring...

Smiling, I lean in closer

My day started out very slow but now that you're here... I look her up and down with hungry eyes... let's just say it's getting a whole lot better...

I shrug as I toy with her hand that is closest The girls upstairs...well, they have a lot more experience than I do..besides, I like to mix drinks... something for my customers to appreciate...
 
Smiling as I listen to the soft cadence of her words.

I am glad to be of help when it comes to easing your boredom.

My own hand turns, captures hers, uses it to tug her forward so that I can brush a brief kiss over the bridge of her nose.

There is something to be said for inexperience IF it's shared with joy...though mixing a drink is a very useful skill set.

Lips meander toward her ear, low alto whispering~

You should really allow me to help you lose some of that inexperience...one day.

Before teeth gently tug on ear lobe and tongue tastes the expanse of skin just beneath her chin.

Finally, I lean back. Take the third shot and prepare a fourth.


You want one?

Empty hand waves toward the fixings for my drink.
 
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