The Café Chateau

[Guest]

the Rest of the Story

*Lace finds Pet after a short search and gets her attention.*

"Mrreoooww"

*Getting used to this odd way of doing things, Pet follows the little kitten out of the Chateau and into the forrest. She leads her back to the Rock. Walks calmly to the center of it, plops down and commences to clean a paw.
When Pet joins her on the Rock and sits, she gives her a little head butt and jumps down to the leaves. When she starts to follow she gets a look that plainly says "You stay".*

"Hmph, pushy aren't we?"

*The little cat dissapears into the trees and undergrowth. Pet just shakes her head. As she disapeared, the sound gradually became that of something MUCH larger.
After a bit she decides to use this chance to meditate. And the feeling of the power leaching up off the rock surface is ......soothing now.*

*After a while her meditation is interrupted by a voice.*

"Hello Dear One. Now we have a bit of time, I can tell you all the things I was supposed to the other night."

*Ekvitkar walks up onto the rock, and taking her chin in his hand he turns her face up and kisses her lips gently.
Then he collapses into a reclining position. Gives her a wolfs grin.
Evidently he was VERY good at relaxing.*

 

[Guest]

Construction

A quick note to all:

If you take the "Normal" elevator ( look under the stairs) it will take you to a "normal" basement.
Well sort of.

One of the things there, at the end of a passage is the Chateau Salle de Arme.
There is equipment and space for fencing, unarmed arts, archery, assorted other weapons both eastern and western, as well as an indoor range for both rifle and pistol.
(The range has special provision for slug recovery - so Keira [and a couple of others] can re-cast her silver bullets.)

We now return you to our regularly scheduled flight of fantasy.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Journal Entry Gertrude 11-4-03

I am Gertrude. That is the name given to me. So I shall remain here as Gertrude.

Here, hum, it is very delightful here. The people are friendly, the staff well organized and all the rooms are bright and cheery. My task is to keep the house running smoothly.

This is the easy part, I have always been able to keep a well ordered house. My thoughts are controlled and my actions work with my thoughts. It has always been this way. My family should have been delighted. Alas, that thought was furtherest from the truth.

I came here to take a vacation. Grunt asked me to stay, and offered me this position. After looking over the place, I fell in love with it. I found a home where I could be myself. It was wonderful. It will be a cherished time for me. My thoughts here are my own and my desires are there with my thoughts. I hope I can finally learn to control the thoughts that RAGE though me. If not, I shall find myself between two worlds again.

 

[sweetslut-slave]

Waking with a start, I felt the Gertrude bell. Swiftly, I was gone in a flash. The Gertrude bell has always gone off in my head. I knew when towels were needed and when I was being summoned by others.

'This is where I belong', I thought as I headed down the long, dark hallway. I did not see the little lamp-post night lights by each submissives door, nor did I pay attention to the dancing shadows on the wall, as I attended my duties. Each room had fluffy clean towels, bedding, bathrobes, and blankets replaced and in place within minutes. Then I scurried down the hall to find my favorite room, the library.

My deep purple maids outfit fit the outline of my body perfectly. My short black hair accented my round face, and deep blue eyes. As I turned the corner into the library, I felt something so unknown to me, my eyes began to glow. I was not sure what to do, so I faced it, boldly. I was determined to look at those books. My massaging chair called to me. I needed a good book to end my day!

I walked through the room, feeling every nerve a fire, and thoughts a burning, then the feelings disappeared as quickly as they came. I browsed the bookcase, selected my book, then headed to my beckoning chair so I could expore my feelings further.

My duties were done for now.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Our conversation

I had just finished a long, warm shower and was in the process of pulling on a sheer white dress when the kitten showed up and *meowed* at me. I knew that Lord Wolf (he would probably smack me if he knew my private name for Him) wanted my attendance. I turned to hush her abrupt little noises, so that i might concentrate on my hair. Not that i have long, flowing locks like most of the lovely ladies i have glimpsed thus far. I keep my hair short, always have. I don't like fussing with it and when i have a lady..i am usually the alpha, period. Finishing my hair..i turn to the kitten and with a low purr, tell her to lead on.

I should not feel surprised when she leads me back to the picture. Nor should i feels shocked that she takes me to the rock and watches me as i settle down to wait. But, in a way, i am. I dislodge those thoughts from my head. If this is where he chooses for us to finally have our conversation. Well, then, this is where it will be.

Folding my legs into lotus and closing my eyes, I await His coming.


A sweet voice, low and soothing interrupts my thoughts. A gentle kiss brings me completely out of my trance. He is here. As he collapses, gently by my side, i gaze at Him, trying to see His other half. His wolf (hidden beneath His everyday clothing), peeks out at me from behind His eyes.

"I have been waiting for a time when i could answer all of your questions little one. But things are going on that require some of my attention. It seemed to me that if I were going to explain anything to you, it had to be here, in our part of the FORREST. "

"I know you have plenty of questions. I will do my best to answer them. First though, I want to know what are your expectations?"

I honestly don't know HOW to answer that. The things i want are so many, so varied. I try to explain some of this to Him.

" What I require, need, is simply peace and time to forget HER. She has ripped something out of me, that i never thought i would miss. Your invitation, Your willingness to learn more about me is Goddess sent, as I am near the end of my rope. I came here with the sole intention of burying myself in the pleasures of service. Yet, now, I feel as if i am unfit to serve."

Silver tears fall unheeded down my face as I say these words to Him.

 

[Netzach]

Never one to forget nor neglect a charge, I'm busied with Christy's diary, its straightforward entries. I look around the room. I deposit a razor and some unscented lotion in the bathroom, so that she may begin shaving if she doesn't already. The monitoring systems, which I ordinarily dislike at times, have informed me of her new station. I can't decide if the exhibitionism is a reward for impatience, or a good fit, but she sure looks cute wrapped around a pole, so I decide that some encourangement wouldn't kill anyone. I may venture into town, into the seedy parts of it, for a small stripper shopping spree. But perhaps this should wait till the Chateau decides it wants to hang onto her, what could be more telling, more difficult and more delicious than making her participate in her own slutdom?

 

[Netzach]

All this, and I've not even had time to dress, I'm running around the House in bathrobe like some lunatic aunt from the attic.

Vanity is the trainer's weakness, I fully admit it, we all have one. I take my time dressing, work a scented pomade into my hair, drying it conscientously, fussing with it a little. I work an overpriced cream into the corners of my eyes and mouth, not so much to keep age at bay but out of a neurotic love of repetitious touch, a love of cosmetic that didn't necessarily leave me when I stopped being femme by default, femme because it's the only way to be that I knew. I dress simply but richly, a lightweight black wool shirt and trouser that drapes a slim form beautifully, comfortably, in charcoal shirt and black pant. Spitshined heavy shoes, soft-soled. My glasses and the ring I've still never stopped wearing and may never stop wearing, brushed silver on a delicate finger.

Voices return to me, one voice, specifically, Hers:

"You're on your way out, you know that, don't you?"

And how, after four years into a five year contract, it cut like a knife, like only the truth could cut.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira finished off her work, getting each item into the warming bins for the servers to fetch as needed. She then cleaned up her area, did then dishes and put everything away, and just in time, because the servers arrived with their orders just as she finished.

"The bins are clearly marked, take what you need. You need to remember to wear the gloves to touch the baked goods, please don't get yourselves punished because you forgot."

Moira watched as each slave readied their orders and was satisfied that they understood the way she had laid it all out. She then went to see if Cook needed any help.

"No," he said "I don't need any more help and this is the perfect time to take your own lunch. You take an hour off and do as you please, they'll be nothing to do until afternoon tea needs to be prepared. You run now", he said as he kissed her on the forehead, turned her around and gently slapped her ass to send her off.

Moira smiled and took off her apron, she grabbed a small loaf of banana bread she had made out of the left over batter and the coffee mug and off she went to feed Teacher some lunch.

She didn't quite know how to tell Teacher what had happened, she wasn't sure what had occurred herself. Well, other than her service was poor and she was of very little value to the Chateau.

Moira pushed the thought out of her head before she broke out in tears again. She pushed it down deep, deeper than she had ever pushed a thought in her life. She just couldn't cope with it. It was what she did with things she couldn't cope with, she pushed them down, she pushed them away until they didn't intrude on her any longer. Oh they were there, somewhere, but eventually they all got lost in the background noise of her mind. Lost with countless other thoughts and feelings that mattered to no one, and if she pushed hard enough they eventually didn't matter to Moira either.

She brought the bread to her nose as she walked to Teacher's office, inhaling the aroma. Oh she loved the smell of fresh baked goods and she knew that the smell of freshness was part of the enjoyment for each diner as they ate. The aroma alone could make a meal an event instead of merely feeding their bodies. And this small loaf for Teacher was perfect; still warm and fresh. It should melt in her mouth and pleasure her nose all at the same time.

Moira approached Teacher's office, but just as she was about to knock, she stopped. She stood still for a long moment to collect her thoughts and get her emotions under control. She still didn't know how she was going to do this, disappointing some people was horrible, horrible. But disappointing Teacher was unthinkable. She took a deep breath and readied herself before she knocked ever so gently.

"Syr, it's Moira Syr."

 

[da grunt]

Grunt leaves the bar

During the conversations, and as the grunt watched the dancing girl he took the tequilito took his lips several times, simply to slightly moisten them. Finally, he throws back the tequilito and slams the empty glass onto the table. "Thank you, lilith, now I've got things to do. Come with me, E, heel!" Grunt stands and slaps his left side, leaving the bar, the mescal bottle still corked on the table. Elena falls behind him, a step behind on his left side.

 

[JupitersGirl]

Re: Grunt leaves the bar

Elena falls behind him, a step behind on his left side.

As I step in behind the grunt, I throw Lilith a quick impish grin and wiggle my fingers at her behind my back in a goodbye wave...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Interruption

While i am sitting there, tears streaming down my face, He enfolds me into His arms...my safe haven. Things are soo crazy inside of me. I just want to be done with this talk so that i may go to my room and be alone. I doubt though that will happen. After all, He knows nothing (really) of my past or of my She. No-one does. I know the questions are going to come. I know He is going to ask. Suddenly though , a little orange ball of fluff peers up at me.

*mrowr* I could hear the question in that simple sound. My tears dried up as He released me and sat looking at his kitten. *Mrowr* This time there was no mistaking the urgency of the kitten's tone.

He looked at me before standing up and offering me His hand.

"I have something that needs tending to. I will escort you inside. Go wash your face and head to the bar. Get your self a shot of something or other. If anyone questions you, tell them I sent you there and that I will be joining you shortly."

With those cryptic words, He herds me to the *magickal* door and through it. A warm kiss and then He disappears. I am alone. I head toward where i think the bar is located. I most definately need a drink.

 

[Netzach]

A knock at the door, and I open it. I wait for her to put the tray aside, Cook's stir fry, and a lump of artisinal cheese smaller than I would like it to be, but small enough to stay off my thighs, both tickle my senses and tempt. And then this lovely piece of bread, still warm to the touch of my hands...I break it apart, dab it gently in the small dish of olive oil so thoughtfully substituted for butter, and I bite into it. All of the appreciation, all of the care wraps around my subconscious mind, becomes an emotion of warmth more than a full fledged thought.

I motion for Moira to kneel, then to sit back on her heels and take a load off.

All right, finally we are at the heart of the matter. Start at the start, and I will do what I can to help you help yourself.

My fingers wrap around a cup of green tea, I lean in and listen

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira falls gracefully into nadu and relaxes as Teacher savors her meal.

As always Teacher says just the right thing, as this is what Moira needs, advice on how to help herself. It is a question of acceptance, how she does that is the question, not whether she will. That she will, is a given, to both Teacher and Moira.

"Syr, I......... I.. " She takes a deep breath, pushing back the emotion so she can speak plainly and accurately. Teacher's time is valuable.

"Syr, this girl was told by grunt that her service was lacking, that she was close to dismissal, that she might have some small potential and would be given a chance in the Kitchen." Moira took a breath, but lost all control and fell the rest of the way to the floor at Teacher's feet, and with her hands outstretched, she cried out.

"Syr, this girl knows she is flawed, she knows she had been distracted and self-involved with the recent parting. She begs you to help her understand how to put these things aside so she can serve."

Moira wanted to leave it at that, it was the truth, but she knew Syr knew this much, Syr wanted more.

But Moira wanted to steel her emotions away from everyone, she wanted to be alone, she wanted to disappear. She was ashamed that her focus was only on what 'she' felt and not on 'her service' to others. Her emotions raged under the surface, emotions once caged in her chest, then exploded at Teacher's feet as they finally found their voice.

Still kneeling at Syr's feet, she cried out forgetting all formal protocol, "Syr, I want to set this aside and just be here, I do, Syr you know I do. But life is just not that easy sometimes. I feel. I feel. I am not a robot. Help me, please help me."

Moira sobbed uncontrollably trying to regain her composure, and finally succeeding to a degree.

"Syr, I have an issue of trust with the Chateau. I wrote my true feelings in my journal and went to work, then shortly after was reprimanded."

"I know that those I serve can do what they wish with me, I have surrendered those rights. But, Syr, inside me, deep inside me, I can feel it, I will 'edit' my journal now. I do not want to feel this way, but I do."

"I feel the wall Syr, I feel it being built, brick by brick, I will edit myself and this is a greater failing than any other. This is my shame, I do not trust. If I do not trust, I am lost forever, and grunt's words become true. My service is lacking, and I have no value to anyone."

Finding more of a calm voice, Moira continue, gently now... "Syr, I was honest when I wrote in my journal that I was distracted, I was honest when I said I knew I was lacking. Syr, in past times, when I have needed to be humbled or needed a reminder of my place, I have seen the wisdom of the actions almost as soon as they occurred. I wish to please, I wish to perfect my service to all here. I cannot see the purpose here, and all I feel is a failure and I am not feeling any motivation to 'perfect' myself, I only feel the need to run away."

Moira, sobbed on last time the rose and sat back on her heels again. "Syr, this girl is lost. She is filled with too much emotion to see her path. She can obey, she will always obey, but she is lost."

With that last statement, Moira bowed her head and fell into silence

 

[da grunt]

Grunt's Room

As I step in behind the grunt, I throw Lilith a quick impish grin and wiggle my fingers at her behind my back in a goodbye wave...

He strides down the hall, his charge in tow, down the hall and up the stairway, and to his room. Elena chances glances around the room.

Grunt's room is spartan. A wrought iron bedcage, welded with links aplenty. A simple couch and coat tree, a few throw rugs upon the hardwood floor. Three walls were painted a dary ivory, but the fourth was black, and upon this wall were pictures. Pictures of young men in uniform. Some young and naive in their Dress Blues, some were softly tough from their training. Many were black and white, of young men writing letters and cleaning weapons, walking on dykes and carrying extreme loads, of too slim young men firing their weapons, in practice and in battle. Of young men bandaged and entering heliocopters. Pictures of young men with very old eyes.

This wall had a door which lead to his office, equiped with state of the art computers and peripherii.

Grunt entered the office and with a slap on his left hip, sat before his computer terminal, which actually was a three-headed beast, each monitor 30 inch. "Sit here with me while I work. You may use my leg for warm. After I get some work out I'm going to work you out, and then you owe me a cleaning" Grunt begins his work ...

 

[Netzach]

I listen with composure, intently. And I pick my words before speaking them.

Let's see. You haven't really begun at the beginning have you?

The beginning is this: your contract expired. Your Master did not renew it. Am I incorrect?

It is, of course, his prerogative. As to his reasoning, I can only guess, you can only guess, but it is his alone. And it has nothing to do with the level of service or the lack thereof, this I doubt strongly.

His reason for ending the contract is a thing between him and himself. A time was given, a word was given. What kind of Mastery is it to say "one year and no more" and then stretch it out to two, three, or more? Sometimes a contract ends because there's nothing left there for the slave to learn. No matter how....

no matter how beloved the Master and the slave are to one another. Or the Mistress. The fact remains, you were on your way out. A swallow, a pause. Keeping it in the abstract

But this is the beginning, the middle and end are where the quandary lie.

The Grunt has unorthodox ways of expressing himself, in case you haven't taken note in the past. What's said and what's meant are often on two different planes. Do you really need me to point that out to you? And here I let out a soft laugh It's not to undercut the seriousness of his order, mind you, but there's more than what meets the eye and the ear, and you should know to be attuned mainly to the spirit of things, no?

Let's break this down one more step:

Moira, are you really in the mindset to be a good courtesan right now?

And is the kitchen really a demotion?

There's only your reality to answer to in the end. The kitchen can be everything you need it to be. I would also warrant that you are not on thin ice any more than you yourself choose to be.

You can see yourself as being unfairly punished for your honesty. Or you can see your honesty as being listened to. What's being challenged here is your own perception of who you are.

You are valueless as your Master's courtesan and companion. I hate to say this, but it is true, the contract is ended.

If that is all you are ever to be, what you were once, you are indeed not fit for the House. If you are flexible, give yourself time, and stop for once picking at your prior notions of excellence, you will be as worthy and as excellent as ever before. Be honest. Be strong, too, don't get so hung up on words and appearances. It's like learning to love degredation, isn't it? Like learning to lick the soles of boots all over again, it's not so bad if you abandon what it means from the outside.

Moira, I know more about your upheaval than you may realize.

I was not always a trainer of others you know. There's not a moment, not a misgiving, and not a tear shed that I have not undergone myself. I once counted my entire worth in this world on how good a boy I was to my Master.

In the end, there has to be more. Not much more, merely some small nugget of self that exists, that could live to get up and serve some other greater good. In my estimation, anyhow. I teach with that sense.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I make it to the bar eventually and wait for the person behind it to notice me. I also see a lithe female swinging dizzily around a pole. There aren't any patrons in here. Just me, the barkeep and this lone female...dancing by herself. She seems lost to the music, her eyes are closed as if she does NOT want to notice anyone watching her. The music is a slow pounding groove, pulsating through my body, begging me to get up and dance. I don't want to get in trouble for going where i am not wanted. Dammit, i really wanna dance!!

"Ummm, Miss, could i get a drink?"

She walks over, her eyes alight with curiosity. "What would you like?"

"Sloe gin, southern comfort and OJ on ice. Sir told me to wait for Him, so that's what i am gonna do."

I crack a small smile and wait for my drink...watching the girl meanwhile and wishing it was me..up there...grooving alone to the music.

 

[Caitlynne]

Moira listened to Syr and let her words enter her mind first and then slowly find their way to her heart.

Syr was right, Moira could see and agree, she was not fit for courtesan duties right now. She needed some buffer between her and the guests and the Kitchen would do that. She hadn't realized that she had seen it as a demotion, but perhaps she had been unable to accept it because she was still unable to accept being released.

Moira knew she could become attached to her routines, they acted like structure for her, and when they were upset or changed, she panicked. And here she sat in front of Teacher in a panic.

She thought as Syr talked in that oh so gentle but firm tone of hers, she thought about second guessing those she served and she thought about her place. Being placed in the kitchen, where she did not have to put on a false face, where she could just knead the dough and prepare the tea, well this may have been in response to her real need to let her emotions run their course without interfering with the smooth running of the Chateau. Why hadn't Moira seen that?

It wouldn't be fair to 'cheat' a guest, when Moira's heart was not in it. And it would be cheating them, it would be pretending something, that in all reality was not available for Moira to give right now. That was the dishonesty, and to let Moira stay where she was, would have allowed Moira live a lie. And then how could they ever trust Moira again?

Moira heaved a big sigh of relief as she came to this realization, she tilted her head and listened more to teacher, taking each word directly to her heart and accepting that what she said was true.

Moira could see things full of turmoil and distrust, or she could find that center in her, that place that knew she was secure in the arms of those that guided her. She could let herself become the pain or she could work through it in the safety of the Kitchen.

Teacher stopped speaking and sat there looking at her for a long pause.

Moira took a last sob and smiled, "Yes, you're right. I'm not ready for courtesan duties, I would be cheating those I was pledged to serve. My heart is not in it. But I do want to be here."

Moira stopped for a moment taking pause to collect her thoughts, she had never thought about Teacher's past, she had always been Teacher to Moira. There was a look in her eyes, a look of understanding that Moira knew was from experience. And because of that look, she knew Teacher was right. And if Teacher was right, then grunt was right too and Moira needed to trust them both to see her through this.

Time was the answer and as with all things that take time, patience is the way to achieve the best results.

"Syr, thank you for taking this time with me. I will consider all you have said, I will take my time, I will give myself time. And I will do that working in the kitchen. Which I should get back to in a while. "

Moira thought and then added, "Syr, I missed you. I'm glad to be home, really I am. And I won't disappoint you, I promise."

 

[JupitersGirl]

Elena

As I settle onto the floor at the grunt's feet I realize why he said I could use his leg for warmth. The floor is as spartan as the rest of the suite, bare and cold! I press my body to that leg, resting my cheek on his knee and take a moment to peruse his office. As expected, there is very little here....computer equipment, monitors displaying surveillance feeds, printers, a shredder. All these items are laid out on a plain metal table arrangement that results in a large "U" so that all the equipment can be accessed quickly. The only other adornment in the entire office is a large door in one wall. Upon further inspection, it becomes apparent by the dial on it's surface that it is a safe door. What on earth would necessitate a safe that big?

I hugged the grunt's leg closer to me as I was getting colder by the moment on the cool floor. He stretched his leg out a bit and I adjusted my body to it. Judging by the tone of his voice, I wasn't to be punished too badly for my minor infraction of last night. What a relief! And with that relief came a weariness. I had been on edge for many days and the relief of the moment lulled me into a doze as I waited.

Some time later I was awakened by a voilent shaking of my world...my pillow jerked out from under my head as the grunt rose from his chair. "Get up, girl! We've got work to do." He slapped his hip smartly as he headed out the door, me trotting along trying to shake the sleep from my mind.

 

[shysexkitten]

waiting

As Syr has orderd i have gone to mistress kiera to assister her but iI still patiently await her responce......

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Once the barkeep (lilith by name) returned with my drink, i found myself looking around the bar, noting all the monitors and *voila'* another pole. I sipped my drink, all the while watching the female who, by now, was beginning to tire. Finally, the music became a bit too much for me. I leaned over the bar and asked lilith if i might also get up and dance.

She looked at me a moment, i guess gauging my potential. Finally, she waved a hand at the other side of the bar and said; "I don't see why not."

I quaffed my drink and walked to the other pole. I hated not having heels as they elongate my legs and put my thigh and calf muscles into relief but they were not really neccessary. Not for this.

The music became a slow jazz groove. Something one would hear in the middle of the night in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Placing my hands on the pole...i spun lightly around it...once, twice, thrice. Letting the rhythm carry me.

Then it was a sensual strut..just like i used to do when i danced for a living..my eyes closed, my head thrown back, my hips undulating gently to the beat. The bottom of my sheer dress was becoming twisted round my legs. I so badly wanted it off, but without permission I was too scared to remove it.

I looked up once, to find the barkeep and the other girl watching me..ahh i love the feel of eyes on me. I jumped up on the pole. Clasping it between taut thighs, i leaned back so that I was upside down. My dress tumbled over my face, showing the tiny white thongs and demi bra i wore beneath it.

Slowly, i raised a hand to the pole and eased myself to the floor...spinning all the way down. Then it was up again, my dress covering me (barely) my head thrown back in abandon as i listened to the wail of the sax in the song. I was no longer in this place...in my mind. I was elsewhere...dancing for my She.

 

[Guest]

The Strange Face Of Love

*With a Neat segue the music changes, From Creol jazz to something which has a western bite. The thumping of the bass provider her with a good rythym to dance too though.
And then she listens to the words.
Turns and sees him standing at the bar, watching her, his normal two fingers of scotch in his hand.
His eyes glow just a bit more than normal, but otherwise he is all rapt attention.*

"I know its raining baby
I am stripped of all my pride
I stand here at your door
Sick of all the lies
Let me come inside
I couldnt see myself
The room was
Filled with signs
A strange woman kissed me
A tattoo in her eyes
Forget about the past
Forget about the guilt
I am going back to the house
That love built
I need to remember
What I came here for
Love or mercy keeps me
at your door
Let me come inside
Nowhere to go No way to tell
If I am nearer to heaven Or one step closer to hell"

(Tito and Tarantula-Back to the House That Love Built)

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

With the first thump of bass, i feel a spark. I open my eyes to see Him, standing there...calm and sure. His eyes are glinting so devilishly at me. I know He wants to see what i am going to do. That part of me...the one that thinks *fuck it* kicks in. If it's a show He wants, well then it's a show He will get.

I stare into His eyes all while sliding my dress down and off my body, kicking it aside. I know i look ripe with my muscles straining and a light glistening of sweat on my face.

I begin by slowly working the pole...gripping it with both hands and undulating against it. Down to the floor and then up on my toes. I turn so that my back is to the pole and work that way...leaning back against it...running my fingers along my skin..between my breasts..over the soft skin of my belly. My body is in perfect harmony with the music. I can feel it vibrating through me.

I watch Him. I look into His eyes, glinting golden in the dim lighting. I let Him see ME, the way i always felt i could be.

 

[Guest]

DAMN

"DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


*Ekvitkar soes something he never does in public - He throws back his head and a howl escapes his lips. Not as loud as outside but....................*

 

[da grunt]

Re: Elena

... He slapped his hip smartly as he headed out the door, me trotting along trying to shake the sleep from my mind.

Not far, only into the bedroom a right turn and into the next door. The bathroom. Nice, marble floor, wall and counter, fine porcelin appliances, and a mini-jacuzzi for a bath, with easily room for two, and a very friendly three. There was also a shower stall, with 8 directional showerheads. "Draw a bath for us, girl, while I take a shit." ...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Re: DAMN

"DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


*Ekvitkar does something he never does in public - He throws back his head and a howl escapes his lips. Not as loud as outside but....................*

That howl brings a smile to my face and goosebumps to my skin. HA! I got HIM!!!! When the music ends, i grab my dress and walk over to Him, awaiting His pleasure.

He smiles at me with sharper teeth than normal. "You need to slide that back on, my pretty. We have someplace to be and unfinished business to discuss."

I do as He says...and follow Him out of the bar...waving at the 2 women left behind.