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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 14:46:55 GMT -5
((continuation of a thread from That Prostitution Board))
The man at the door of the Opera House did not even bother to smile at Lanorien, with whom he was certainly acquainted by now, as Ghislain had worked at the Palais Garnier for three years, instead giving him a tight-lipped look that prompted Ghislain to effortlessly pat his thigh as he passed in with his underage-looking prize on his arm. It was relatively easy to fetishize this girl, with her skim-milk complexion against her mermaid hair, her lilting, fairy-like accent, and her Lolita frame. He almost wanted to renege on his promise and whisk her away to some other place, to get her, after he had undressed her, into a ballerina's practice skirts. How delicious that would be, like a little ethereal princess visiting her parents over Christmas. But Ghislain had told her they would do it in a box and do it in a box, they must.
That Ghislain could tell, there was no one in the Foyer at the moment, for it was late, and once the door had closed, he had continued to the staircase, where he had - not at all abruptly seeming, beginning with a surreptitious, hot kiss on the temple - rather quickly begun to kiss her throat, pushing sharply against her so that she had no choice but to rest against the railing, possibly holding onto it as it was a staircase, taking her by the hips. He slipped one hand down to grasp at her skirt, lifted it with elegant, secretive ease and reaching to touch her stockinged thigh, first on the outside and then the inside, massaging.
Walking was rather cool, strictly speaking, no matter what one spoke of, and Ghislain wanted her ridiculously desperate for him, like a cat in heat, by the time they got into the box - he wanted her impatient.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 15:10:08 GMT -5
*Brie did her best not to giggle too much as they ascended the stairs. But the place was so lavish. So exotic. She suddenly wanted very much to see this man again, if only that she might have him again here somewhere new. She gasped as he thrust her against the railing, her hands gripping it on instinct, her breath exhaled into his waiting, hungry mouth. Her lashes fluttered as he caressed her thigh. She was becoming all the more eager to find out where that damn box was. More confident of her balance, she lifted one hand to bury in his hair, pushing his head against hers as she sucked his tongue suggestively.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 15:21:54 GMT -5
Ghislain let her kiss him for a moment, not one to deny others their control (or at least not their shining moment of it); then, after a moment, he made a nonchalant attempt to imbalance her once more, by knocking her knee with his own so that she might have to catch herself, her legs unsteady. The railing would, perhaps, be a little unforgiving to her back, to her spine; but, as his hand moved upwards during that short moment of uncertainty, his thumb straying to roughly stroke her against the fabric of her drawers, he thought perhaps she might forget that. He did not once pull his mouth from hers, however; not only would she be a little too off-balance in that moment if his shoulders moved at all, but he wouldn't feel her gasp at all if he did. And he wanted to feel it...
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 15:40:31 GMT -5
*And gasp she did, pulling the air from his lip past hers as her eyes went wide for a moment. But she was quick to recover, writhing her his against him in answer. Leaning back to speak, her voice husky in wanting, she grinned.*
"This is hardly a box, love."
*She glanced behind him that he might lead the way.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 15:56:04 GMT -5
Ghislain had to fight the momentary urge to shove her in irritation, that she had fixed on the box instead of getting down to distraction, so that, when he reminded her, she would be confused and desperate for him, and torn between her desire for satisfaction and her desire for the exotic. He was not expecting a whore to be so sharp nor so intent on the non-sexual aspects of this seduction, and Ghislain hated being wrong.
But he had a good deal of deal control, and, no hint of turmoil showing, he smiled at her crookedly and offered her his hand, taking a step back. "Of course not. My lady?"
((And yes, Ghislain is a prick, but you knew that.))
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 16:15:42 GMT -5
((Did indeed. But that's ok.))
*Brie took his hand excitedly, not having the slightest hint to his vexation.*
"Lead on." *Her eyes sparkled, dancing from him to the lush environment and back. This was going to be all sorts of fun. She could tell.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 16:30:59 GMT -5
As they graciously ascended (for, while it was not the only way one could ascend the staircase here, it was certainly the best for first impressions) to head up to one of the balconies, a very tall and slender young man, beautifully androgynous, stepped out and past them, touching his hat in an almost ghostly, listless fashion upon seeing the young woman, then freezing when he saw their escort, who ostentatiously brushed past him, a hand straying as it had upon their first meeting (apparently Ghislain's hands could not be kept to himself tonight), as though to remind him.
Let the girl think it was a high-class customer, the likes of which she was not likely to see out in the worst part of town. He winked at her to further this impression as they continued their merry journey.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 16:38:23 GMT -5
*Brie wasn't all that subtle as she looked to the pretty man (though she hardly gawked at him either) as they passed. Hell, if this was the sort of client this man was bringing in, she had lots to learn from him. And she'd be ever the attentive student. As they continued past, she stifled a giggle, pressing her hand to her lips.*
"He's a pretty thing." *She whispered conspiratorially, then lifted her head and cocked her brow.* "Though hardly your fanciest, no?" *She had no doubt he could do even better. At least in the idealized picture she was painting of him.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 16:42:47 GMT -5
"Oh, I've gotten better men than that," said Ghislain, who wasn't precisely lying, but then again, had had many people and a good portion of them he had not gotten through prostitution. Not that he had any qualms about lying. He dropped his voice to keep in with the conspiratory tone, as well as to make her lean forward to hear him, increasing the intimate quality of their conversation. "But they don't really come much fancier than carefully clipped and groomed castrati, my dear," he said with a note of distinct bemusement that had more than a slight touch of cruelty, the sort of in-joke cruelty of a prostitute talking to another about one of life's pathetic fallacies - a man whose wife has left, a man who doesn't have it in him to leave his wife, a boy trying to escape his mother's apron-strings... a man, who isn't quite.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 16:46:22 GMT -5
*Brie scrunched her nose. Must be one of those funny French words.*
"Castra--?" *She cocked her head in curiosity, crimson locks bouncing in echo.*
"What's that?" *It sounded like some sort of disease or something.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 16:50:23 GMT -5
He lifted his eyebrows dramatically.
"My dear, you've never heard of the practice? It's common, in more degenerate countries, to carefully... clip certain sections of the anatomy of a beautiful young boy with an angel's voice so that he might continue to sing like that, unchanged..."
((Castrati weren't allowed in France. Just everywhere else. So you know the context of that statement. Obviously I bent rules in bringing him to Paris, but...))
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 16:55:22 GMT -5
((Don't we all bend them from time to time? )) *Brie's confusion took a few seconds to lessen, but finally it hit her and she gasped again, giggling like a school girl.* "If he's...well, how do ya get your payment?" *She asked bluntly, but genuinely interested.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 17, 2009 17:01:07 GMT -5
"Oh, believe it or not, he's a terribly lusty gentleman," said Ghislain, really not knowing much on this beyond gossip, which was plentiful, and did suggest quite the reputation. "But really, I think he is just enamored of all of my anatomy that he doesn't possess..." Adding, near to her ear, "as well he should be." He shook his head, more calmly, "And my, but a singer's mouth is... Well, you have a lot to measure up to, darling, I hope you can..."
He led her into a box very succinctly, sweeping his arm out to display it very simply, knowing she would provide the drama.
((For the record, verse!Farinelli is based off the film, and yes, he has lots of sex. Don't ask me how, he just does. XD))
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Brie
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Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 17, 2009 17:14:34 GMT -5
((Hey, it works for me.))
*Brie was about to say something about just how confident she was with her skills when the door open and her face brightened. She hurried inside, spinning in it playfully and making her skirts bell out.*
"Oh, it's perfect." *She purred delightedly and tugged him further in by his suspenders.*
"The most wonderful place for an oral exam." *She grinned hungrily.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 18, 2009 11:43:16 GMT -5
((It would.))
Ghislain watched her, eyes flashing with momentarily genuine interest. She did look like an excited child. The only difference being that here was an excited child whose idea of playtime included some very naughty things, the sorts of things you weren't supposed to do with children. He let her tug at his suspenders, as though she were his niece or something.
Too droll.
"My dear," said Ghislain, taking her by the wrists, and leading her swiftly to one of the ornate chair, pushing her into it and moving to kneel, massage her ankle with a hand, "was there something you wanted to orally examine?"
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