The Café Chateau

[Guest]

The menu

The soup is a crab bisque.

Quail - marinated overnight in champagne and orange juice - braised over live coals- Served on a bed of wild rice, with a light sauce of black cherries.
New potatoes - with garlic and butter - with a sprinkling of rosemary.
Fresh, french Bread
Baby carrots and peas with a sprinkle of ginger and brown sugar.

Desert is New York cheescake with a topping of wild strawberries.

As for the wine - well ask James - thats what I would do.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

OOC

Thanks Darlin Dear...now i am hungry.....

(sorry everyone...back to business)

 

[Guest]

Desert finished, Ekvitkar leans back in his chair, reaches out and picks up a small bell.
When she looks she sees it is shaped like a Jack-O-Lantern.

"Tinkle tinkle"

Presently the Majordomo, Edward appears.

"Hello Edward, would you please convey my congratulations and thanks to the chef. Oh and if we could have a couple of snifters of brandy sent up that would be perfect. Tell the pretty bartender to use the bottle under the bar. It has my name on it"

"Yes Sir."

"Oh and Edward..."

"Yes Sir"

"Please make sure we are undisturbed afterward. No matter what."

"Of course Sir."

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

The grunt offers no argument and rolls over, his happiness quite apparent, now awaiting her further attentions.

As the grunt turned over I was gratified to see that he was a bit more "in the mood"....hmmmm....make that a lot more "in the mood"! I wasn't sure how much my massage would relax him, but I was determined to complete what I had started. His feet were flexed to further loosen any stiffness in his ankles, then I began to work my way up his legs, finally climbing up on the bed to straddle him as I worked.

I crept up his legs as I moved until my hands were even with his now very stiff cock. Feeling eyes on me, I glanced up to see him, arms bent with hands behind his head, watching me intently. When he saw my eyes rise to his face, his mouth broke into a wide, wicked grin, and that damned eyebrow raised at me again!

Grrrr! I knew he was baiting me, but try as I might, I couldn't keep from biting. Picking up the massage oil, I made as if to pour some in my hand to warm it, but at the last minute I pulled by hand away and let it pour onto his belly....it's coolness drawing a gasp from his still smiling lips. "Ahhhh...." he let out an animal howl and, grabbing my arms in his steely hands, pulled me down full length on top of him, eliciting an answering squeel from me when my body made contact with the oil on his belly. "Come here girl" he growled....

 

[da grunt]

Re: Elena

... eliciting an answering squeel from me when my body made contact with the oil on his belly. "Come here girl" he growled....

Grunt used the oils lubrication to slide her to his lips, grabbing her scruff and devouring her mouth, his erect cock teasing between her legs. Then, with the same grasp on the back of her head, he spun her perpendicular and said, "If you could not sense that I wanted to be blown, you must pay!", and in the classic spanking position started a hard pounding with his hand, firm strokes, covering her ass, her upper legs, raising red with the first blow and continuing until the skin marbled in marvelous hues of red and pink. Elena began to struggle and kick, but the grunt simply moved his hand from her scruff and, using a fist with thumb slightly out, pressed a nerve ganglia in her shoulders. Her struggles ceased, and his pounding continued, not so violently now, but to watch the shockwave through the skin. Occasionally, he paused and used his fingers to test her cunt, dripping wet, revealing her heat, as the hard-on pressing against her stomach revealed his readiness. Elena had lost count of the blows, as she was lost bliss, pain - no longer a factor, but desire, incredible.

"Now, suck my dick or I will fetch my crop" Again, the oil, the grasp on the scruff, but now he slide her down, her lips to his cock.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

No matter what?

I ate more than I ever thought I could. The food was cooked and seasoned to perfection. Yet, when He said no disturbances, no matter what, my stomach developed a hard knot right in the center and i felt as if i wanted to get sick. I tried my hardest to hide the fear inside of me but it was a losing proposition.

Once we had our brandy and He was sure of no disturbances, He turned to me with a smile.

"Ok, dear one, start talking." His voice left me no choice in the matter.

I took a few fortifying sips of brandy, swirling it around in my mouth before beginning.

"Well, I don't know where or how to start..I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. Until a few weeks ago, I was involved with a woman. She was soft where I am hardened, sweet where I am acidic. At least, that's what I thought when we first met."

He nodded His understanding and motioned for me to continue.

"We had been together a little less than a year before the changes started. First, I was too masculine. Then, I was too rough. My religious beliefs were not right. I was too heavy.
What started out as being my dream partnership had turned into a nightmare that I could not escape. After all, when one loves, they don't want to leave, do they?

After that, she started in on my writing. My poetry was too dark. I did not have enough talent to actually get published. The usual stuff that people warn women about but we don't hear until it's too late. I especially did not want to believe it. After all, being abused is what I learned from men...I did not think a woman would do it as well."

I stopped to take another sip of brandy. I could feel my voice choking up, tears starting in the corners of my eyes. Talking about it only made me relive all that we had been through together, Vicki and I. It fucking hurt.

"Our last year was hell. She had decided that I was beneath her. I was not worthy of her any longer...but she would not release me. She would come home and tell me about the women she had been with, the things she had done to and for them. I cried so much that by the end I was empty, I had nothing left within me to give.

My last night there, I snapped. I hit her, hard enough to break quite a few bones in her face. I lost control. I wanted to die..I still want to die. I ran that same night. I left my bank accounts, my house keys, most of my clothing, my religious paraphanelia, everything. "


I began to sob, breaking down completely. I waited, inside, waited for Him to tell me that Vicki was right..that I am worthless, useless, NOTHING. After all, what else was there to say?

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Re: Elena

"Now, suck my dick or I will fetch my crop" Again, the oil, the grasp on the scruff, but now he slide her down, her lips to his cock.

As my mouth reached his cock, I took it in greedily. The fire in my ass had made me need him so badly, but I knew that my duty was to see to his pleasure first. Truth to tell, I enjoyed sucking him very much and had intended to make that a stop along the way anyway, but his goading of me swayed me from my intention.

I reached my hand up to grasp him at the base of his shaft, using my hand and mouth to make long, agonizingly slow strokes on him (this last was to torture him as much as I dared...my poor abused posterior demanded revenge). My other hand reached between his legs to slip under his bulging balls reaching his perineum. My lips turned up in a smile as best they could when I heard his sharply indrawn breath at this. I warmed to my task and began to flick my tongue around the head each time my lips almost, but not quite, lost contact with his gloriously hard member...

 

[da grunt]

The Swingset

I warmed to my task and began to flick my tongue around the head each time my lips almost, but not quite, lost contact with his gloriously hard member...

She took his cock, deeper and deeper, until she could take no more. Grunt held her head and gently said, "Now use your tongue and swallow, ahhhh, good, yes, like that, yes, your throat massaging my cock like that, yes, yes," and using this technique she was soon taking the whole of his cock, her eyes inscrutable, pleading, lost, "now swallow again, yes, that’s the way, now up, and down all the way, and up, enough!" He takes her head and pulls her up, "Wait!" he commands, and he goes to a chest and fetches a large set of equipment. A harness, and ropes, and pulleys and hooks and shackles, locking cleats and leather cuffs. He hooks the pulley to the apex of the wrought iron frame, and strung a rope through it.

"Stand," he commanded and fit her harness, a wide and heavy leather strap around her waist, with similarly heavy, yet not so wide, straps running perpendicular to the waist belt and down the back of her leg, and upon her upper thigh a thigh belt, to the knee, where a kneebelt was fastened. Her hands, he cuffed, with a short chain connecting them.

He took her again, by the scruff, to the bed where he began attaching the lines of the harness, through a turnbuckle and to the self latching cleats. He adjusted the lines so that her knees and thighs were off the bed, as was her back, but Elena lay back, hands cuffed, above her head in submission. He tested his work, and pulled the main line, tightening the control lines, commensurately, until her knees and ass were well off the bed, her legs spread, her body arching backwards, she was completely available. “Now my turn,” he says as he takes to the bed before her steaming cunt, glorying in the aroma, and begins his oral pleasures not to stop until the throes of her passion and taste of her cum assure him that she has been pleased.

He kneeled before her, enjoying the look of rapture as he began to use his fingers and hands. His hands together, his prayer, as inserts his forefingers and fuck fingers deeply into her juicy cunt, until his thumbs could massage and fold and push and pull at the shroud of her clit. With his ring fingers folded he pressed his knuckles and the small fist of his ring and small fingers to fuck her ass, just the sphincter, massaging the golden ring as she pressed back against his fucking hands. Grunt’s thumbs, and fingers, and knuckles created a symphony in Elena’s pussy, feeling everything, watching everything …

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: The Swingset

My body sings! The cat, the spanking, his lips and now his hands! Each touch the most exquisite kiss...of pain, of tenderness, of electrified nerve endings sparked by desire gone wild. His face holds no challenge now....but single minded purpose, the lust shining hot and feral. The orgasmic convulsions racking me threaten to topple this contraption with their intensity and still he continues his assalt. Such a sweet assalt....long sought and much welcomed!

My cries fill the air only to fade away as I lose breath. The orgasms roll over one another until they are almost continuous and still he plays me sweetly like a song that has no end. There is no help for it....I have to beg, when I catch a breath "Please........stop!'

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: The Swingset

"Please........stop!'

"Stop? Hardly!" And the grunt pulls the pulley rope taunt, and re-ties the cleat. He pulls the rope down further, and extends it to Elena's hands. "Hold this rope and don't let go!" She is now completely off the bed, held by her own strength. Grunt positions himself beneath her and inserts his rigid cock into her dripping cunt, and it is easily accepted. Now Elena feels it all and discovers how, by pulling on the rope, she can raise and lower her posterior. Grunt grunts his encouragement, and then shows her the next part of the contrapcion. There is a swivel on the ring which holds the control lines to the main line. He holds her thighs and knees and twists rotates her as she lifts and lowers herself. Grunt spins her around his pole as Elena arches back, letting herself sink on it, completely, rotating, spinning ...

 

[sweetslut-slave]

or did I?

Sleep was restless, tossed and turned, no rest for the weary or is it leary? My last thoughts were of Mr. Ekvitkar words about the forest. 'What did he mean? I did not visit the forest, I have never even made it that far, what with the staff to run, the house to care for, and the number of towels that this house went through, lol.'

My thought continued, until I finally slept, but did I? My dreams were strange and filled with images, images of wolfs, cats, people, my body in my room, the library with spirits in it! My dreams went to places I knew nothing about, saw people busy, bustling, fucking, talking. I saw the computer light up with details of where everybody was located. I saw the horses run, and the animals scurry, and I felt frightened. For the first time in a long time, I was frightened.

My body woke with a scream, and gun shots or was that my dream? My body was shaking, so I decided to go in search of people.

I found the library door locked. and gave a small grin, 'just as well' I thought.

Moving further down the hallway, I found my way into the bar, excitment ran through me! People were busy. I found a spot on the bar stool, asked for a beer, and looked around. I saw the cutest doll dancing around the pole. The way she moved, my goodness was all I could think. Then lilith walked over and started talking to me. I turned my head in her direction, even though my mind was busy thinking about the doll. So long as she could not tell what I was thinking, I grinned.

"Hello lilith Ma'am, how are you doing tonight? Seems to have picked up some in here."

My eyes returned to the doll dancing. All the while, I was hoping to forget the experiences in my room, and actually enjoy some conversation. After giving the room another glance, I turned my attention to lilith.

"What do you think of the Chateau, dear?"

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

He holds her thighs and knees and twists rotates her as she lifts and lowers herself. Grunt spins her around his pole as Elena arches back, letting herself sink on it, completely, rotating, spinning ...

I cannot believe it! I find it difficult to draw breath and he has just gotten his second wind! The system of pulleys and lines that suspends me allows him to move my body constantly to direct the angle of access and penetration. The rope I hold controls the speed as it lowers me onto him, and just when I think I must pass out from the sensations flowing through my body, my arms redouble their efforts to match his thrusts with their answering movement of the rope. My body is writhing in his shaft...my head is thrown back in a silent scream....for there is no breath for sound...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The end

As i sit there, sobbing, i hear Him get up from His chair and come around to my side of the table. I feel His arms, so warm, as He enfolds me within them and snuggles me close to His chest. I can not hear but half of what He is saying. I only know that the words are calm and soothing. Eventually, my tears stop. He releases me enough so that He may look down at me.

"Precious one, if you took that kind of abuse and only allowed your beast to run you one time, you managed quite well indeed. Is this part of your hesitancy? Your past abuse, both mental and physical?"

I nod, slowly. I wait for the other shoe to drop. There is no way He can be so understanding.

"If I may ask, who was the top?"

"I was."

"And you allowed things to go so far? How could that be, pet? You strike me as a strong individual, not someone who allows people to run over them. What started this chain, this inability to take and keep control of yourself and others around you?"

I thought back..to the time before her, when I had been madly in love with my ex fiance'. He who had changed me from a stubborn, willful girl to an out of control, scared woman. There was no way I could explain the fighting, the scars, the bruises. I had no words to tell Him of the 9 years before her. After being trapped with that brutality, anything was acceptable, even mental and emotional cruelty.

He watched my face, all the while. I assume He saw something that said I had reached the end of what I could willingly share. He stopped asking me questions and held me close to Him.

 

[snoozebutton]

Curtis Arrives:

I had meet Grunt years ago on one of my searches through libraries in europe. We had talked at lenght about our similar intrests. He told me then of his quite extensive library in the chateau. Saying there were books dating all the way back from the Middle Ages there. That was the period I was seeking for I had found our lifestyle to have been in full swing then. The Inquisition allowed those already debauched Dominican and Franciscan friars to practice their craft on those they yearned to initiate. They had even paid the Pope to make sure no more layman did the "questioning". I arrived quite late in the evening. Curiously the cab driver had stopped well short of my destination. He said no amount of money would make him drive there at dark. So I had walked the last few miles. Lucky for me I traveled light. Looking at the medallion around my neck. I remembered Grunt telling me to be sure to wear it if I ever came unannounched at night. The quarter moon was rising as I viewed my destination. Wow that is some place. Mused it must be a bitch to heat.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Elena

for there is no breath for sound...

The grunt raises his arm to the rope which Elena controls, and with one arm, hoists her high, so high that the ring clangs against the pulley, and grunt use the weight as a counter weight so that he could arch his own back and thrust massively and deeply, until finally, nose flairing and eyes intensely golden and animal sounds escaping his chest, the grunt busts his nut ...

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Re: Elena

...nose flairing and eyes intensely golden and animal sounds escaping his chest, the grunt busts his nut ...

His final thrusts set off such sensations in me that I can only whimper under their onslaught....

The grunt slowly lowers me until I am laying across his body, both of us covered in sweat from our exertions and pink with the heat of spent passion. Many minutes later, when our breathing is more normal, he releases me from the sling. This time, I don't forget to clean him.

 

[Caitlynne]

Checking his monitor and adjusting the contrast, he then sat back to watch the live feed. The object of his interest unaware that she had captured his attention.

He'd been watching her ever since she had been unceremoniously removed from the Tea Room earlier in the day. He'd quickly asked who she was and arranged to watch her on closed circuit. He wasn't quite sure why, throughout the day she had done nothing particularly eye-catching or even exotic. Still he was curious and much to his surprise he tuned in to watch her several times, finally he just settled into a chair, sipped on his brandy and indulged his voyeurism.

She certainly was not the usual fare of the Chateau, she actually seemed shy to a degree, lost in her idea of service and submission. And she had also appeared to have some arrogance, because she'd had the look of shocked indignation when she was removed. A real study in contradictions this one, usually such devotion to service did not come hand in hand with such an ego and arrogance. Too shy and too proud, yes, a study in contradictions.

Perhaps it was that contradiction that had caught his attention or then again, perhaps it did not matter what had triggered his interest, only that he was indeed interested.

Oh she was lovely, but then all the women at the Chateau were lovely. One of the best collections of women he'd ever come across. All so diverse in nationality and background, and also diverse in temperament. A veritable feast for a man such as he.

She was in the music room now, it was empty and she had the room all to herself. He watched her cautiously approach the piano, run her hands over the dark wood, pause as she looked at the keys and hesitate before she sat down. Looking around before she placed her hands on the keys, she first took her leg and put it to the petals, taking the skirt of her dress up to her thighs to avoid the distraction and then centering herself as she placed her hands on the keys.

First, just simple cords, to get the feel and the play of the keys, and then she softly went into some Mozart. He watched her play with abandon, as if her heart were on her sleeve, the passion of the music filling her, speaking to her as if they were old and intimate friends. He watched her lose herself in the music and he made his decision. He would have this one.

 

[shysexkitten]

an entry

Dear Diary,
The people at the chateau are quite interesting. Everyone has their own desires and interests. Yet everyone also has their fears and anxieites. Ive come to learn that i will soon know how please everyones desires. It seems sometimes that the doms all know my fears. Its like they can read my mind. They seem to know what excites me and what makes me shake. The fact that they know excites me.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: Re: Elena

... This time, I don't forget to clean him.

Grunt closes his eyes in esctasy as Elena licks and swallows his softening cock, the feeling delicous. "Now up and clean your ass! You can watch me shower if you want, but I've got places to go and things to do and people to see." Grunt jumps up and goes for his piss. Elena joins him in the bathroom and as he drains his bladder he asks Elena to turn the hot water on in the shower.

His shower is quick, as Elena then urinates herself and washes her privates from the sink. When Elena is finished the grunt instructs her, 'Go to your room and get cleaned up. I want you to put a cocktail dress on, look pretty and hang around the bar. Don't even think about wearing undergarments! You can drink a little, but don't you dare get drunk. I've Chateau business to talk with you later. Now scoot!" And, with a kiss on his cheek and smack on her ass she ran out of the room.

Grunt put his same leather trousers on, and the same boots. A fresh undershirt, and fresh tan shirt, and the grunt followed her out the room.

First, Gertrude advised him of the client in the viewing room and a personal friend in the recieving room. A Mr. O'Bannyon. A wealthy patron of the Chateau, and a frequent visitor with his own room on the 3rd floor ... kept on retainer. He was one of the most privledged of the Chateau's clients, with his own servants, and his own keycard. He was intelligent and refined, and a genuine sadistic. He also paid through the nose for his privledges. Grunt joined O'Bannyon first, and observed who O'Bannyon was fascinated with, Moira. "She got something, doesn't she? She's one of my best girls and I'm very fond of her." Mr. O'Bannyon does express his interest, to which the grunt replies, "You can beat her if you want, but she not allowed sex until I say, and I ain't saying anytime soon. Look around, check the other girls, you'll find something new and different, but it'll be awhile before Moira gets fucked. Its a training thing, you must understand. Look around, I'll be back in awhile."

Grunt then goes to the Receiving Room and finds that the friend is Curtis, long time friend and experienced Master and Interrogator, well versed in the use of all types of torture. "Well hello, Curtis, good to see you!" and he warmly shakes the hand of Curtis. "I hope you're here to take me up on that offer to be one of my Trainers. I've got a few I that are needing specialized attention right now!"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He took me to my room not long after our talk and ordered me to bathe, relax, write in my journal and CALM DOWN.

"I know there are things you are not telling me, dear one. Something has gotten into your head. I can not help you begin to merge your seperate halves until you feel as if you can share everything with me. I know that is something that can not be pushed or rushed. I would not force it on you, even if I wanted to."

He stopped speaking momentarily and stared at me, His eyes gazing deep into my own. With a quick head shake of negation, He continued His thought.

"After all, you are precious to me and worth the wait. Anyone who would have convinced you otherwise? Well, they need be very happy that I have no names by which to find them, YET."

I saw His beast capering behind that slow seductive grin and His gorgeous eyes and deep down, i was pleased to have such a one..interested in me.

"Be well, dear one. I will come to see you soon."

With those words *poof*, He was gone.

 

[Guest]

Poof! My Ass!!

Ekvitkar stepped back out of her room. Right now he was a conflicting pile of emotions himself. Understanding, and angry, and he had to admit to himself, more than a bit just plain randy too. ANd then there were the less quantifiable feelings he could feel stirring beneath all of those.

"Sigh"

He shook himself, reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a normal palmtop. But, like so much else in the Chateau, appearances can be decieving. This particular palmtop was one of only two or three like it, it had a direct link to the Chateau AI.

"Good evening Dear, where is everyone?"

He studied the readout carefully, thought for a few moments.
Pursed his lips and gave a warbling whistle. After a minute there was the sound of aproaching thumps.
A small orange kitten came bounding energeticly toward him, at about three feet out it gave a bound and jumped up onto the hall table. And almost slid off the other side.
He put out a hand and stopped the plunge, placing cat and lace throw both, back onto the wood.

"Sigh.... Oy, Felis Attrox. This could be interesting. "

"Allright Hommes, watch over her. Nothing happens to her. Got it?."

The little tom stopped his "I meant to do that" look long enough to favor him with the "Of course, silly man" look.

"I may just regret this might'nt I ?"

With that he scratched the little pirate behind the ear, and started wandering toward the bar.

"A cigar, a scotch, and a whole lot of thinking."

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

As I dry hair still wet from my shower, I realize that the woman in the mirror is wearing a smile. That woman hasn't had a smile crease her face in many weeks. How many months now since I've felt like Elena, that carefree womanchild who left this place two years ago with the Senator. Funny...that's what I've always called him, the Senator....never Sir or Him. Now I am glad for that, that separation.

Mentally I shake my head. Determined not to let my worries for the safety of the chateau ruin what has become a most delightful day, I set to perusing my wardrobe for a suitable cocktail dress to wear to the bar. Settling on a little blue gray shift with spaghetti straps, I choose silver high heeled sandals and bangle bracelets to compliment the smooth polished silver collar that bonds me to the chateau.

I arrange my hair in a loose chignon at the nape of my neck, allowing tendils to come free at the temples. A final check of carefully (if lightly) applied makeup and I am off to the bar to mingle.

As I approach the bar, I greet Lilith with a quick smile and seat myself at one end of the bar so that I can turn my stool slightly and survey the room. It is a bit early yet, there are few patrons, but the music is hopping and the dancer at the pole is winding up for the evening crowd.

Lilith finishes stocking a section of the liquor cabinet and walks down the bar to greet me, "E, how are you tonight? You look great! Can I get you something to drink?"

"Thank you! Yes, a good Chardonnay, please. How're things going here at the bar?" I like Lilith. She has a ready smile for everyone and her eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Geering up for a big night! You like my new dancer? I hope grunt will let me add a few more. We'll have this place rockin'." she giggles. "Uh, here we go!" and off she goes to wait on the new patrons who have just entered the bar.

I sit back, sipping my wine, people watching while I wait for the grunt....

 

[da grunt]

To the bar

"I hope you're here to take me up on that offer to be one of my Trainers. I've got a few I that are needing specialized attention right now!"

The conversation continued as the grunt discussed Chateau business, and finally led Curtis into the Chateau, proper, and ultimately into the bar. He saw gertrude and told her to prepare a room for his friend, and as an afterthought, told gertrude to invite Mr. O'Bannyon to the bar. To lilith he said, 'mescal, en tequitolito' and to Elena a fond smile. The music in the bar was texas blues, and the dancer, very aware of the grunt, kicked in her overdrive. The tinkling on piano keys, only a hint in the air to the keenest ear. "Lilith, announce an open bar." ...

 

[le_kinklet]

........it had been a busy in the bar room today, and looks like going well into the night, lilith had been run off her feet, and christy in her new uniform looks so sweet dancing on the pole, just then Edward appears at the bar asking fo Sir Vitkar personal bottle, lilith quickly places the bottle and 2 glasses on the tray also an astray, cigars & cutter, and a lit candle, holding it up for Edward, smiling, there you are Sir, he polite thanks lilith and hurries back to the table.
Lilith had been so busy getting all that ready she had not noticed the arrival of gertrude, she was sitting at the end of the bar on a stool that has an invisble label "Gertrudes". A girl had not had the chance to speak to gertrude since she arrived, she headed over to her stool and sat to have a rest herself, she pours herself a baileys, a after a lil chatter about the chateau our attentions turn quickly to liliths first dancing doll "christy". she had been writhing, grinding, swinging around the pole for an hour now, her trim body, tight legs and buttocks rippled as they moved, her breast heaved out of breathlessness, her hands above her head, palms together as though she was bound, leaving her whole body open to be adored by every one.
Lilith turns to gertrudes and says "So you like the new scenery?" a girl is very pleased with her,,, she has taken her tasks very seriously and never complains, and so pleasing to the eye, it is a wonder a girl has lasted this long in the room with her, lilith says with a devilish grin, glancing over at gertrude as she continued to sip her baileys, the wicked mask that had just come over her face told it all, she leaned into the bar, closer to lilith and whispers, "do you suppose we might be able to have a toy to play with?" and a wicked giggle........ lilith could not answer as she new everything they said was recorded by Da Grunt.........
Just then lilith sees Elena approach the bar, she quickly got to her feet and greeted her with a smile, a Chardonnay, sure honey, lilith quickly pours it and hands it to elana, great thanks dear, yes christy is a great entertainer, a girl is so happy she pleases so many, just as the finished speaking a client calls for service, oops says liliths "gots to get busy, speak to you soon elena, enjoy your night, lilith rushes off to answer the call.......

 

[le_kinklet]

Annoucement

Open Bar Evey One..