Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
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Post by Brie on Feb 18, 2009 11:50:22 GMT -5
*Brie was perfectly delighted, if surprised, by his doting. She hadn't counted on it, but it sure did feel nice, spending so much time on her feet and not enough on her back. She moaned softly.* "Mmmhmm..." *She sighed, figuring she should answer him.* "Just can't be shown up by some singer with no balls." *She put plainly, though she didn't seem all that rushed to get him to stop what he was doing.* (( ))
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 18, 2009 12:01:54 GMT -5
Ah, lower-class women. This was what he was used to. Ghislain unconsciously pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, which did not quite touch each other, as he smiled up at her and crept his hands upwards.
"Although naturally you haven't got them, either," said Ghislain, almost teasingly, before he lifted an eyebrow as though quite serious. "Or have you got? Hmm..."
His hand crept over the top of her garter as though he were going to check, but he only massaged the utmost inside of her thigh. Her skirt had been lifted into her lap through all this, and he slid a finger beneath the top of her other stocking, gently rolling it down. "Look down at the stage, dearest, that's what the Countess Gerschwin does in this chair... I wonder if she likes it half so much..."
His fingertips just barely slid beneath the short leg of her drawers.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 18, 2009 12:10:45 GMT -5
*Brie let out a laugh, quickly muffling it with her hand, even as she rocked her hips towards him as if offering that he might examine for himself. But then he started in with that nice rubbing again and she settled back, savoring his attentions. It wasn't like being with a john, that was sure. It was...hell, how was she supposed to know. But nice either way. She did as instructed, looking down to the stage, grinning.*
"No richer could enjoy such a thing like they oughta. Most of 'em are just prudes." *She squirmed slightly, as if she could will his hand higher.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 18, 2009 12:27:32 GMT -5
Maybe. Ghislain was not so sure about that. But compared to this wanton lily, doubtless that's what they would appear to be. He did not adjust his hand in the least, bringing instead his other hand down her thigh, sliding the stocking down over her knee and then her ankle, knocking her shoe off with it, then moving the other to follow suit. Which, unfortunately, meant he had to leave off his attentions...
As he was sliding that stocking down her leg, he leaned forward, adjusting easily, and began to gently kiss the skin he'd just abandoned. He wondered, being, as she was, a prostitute, just how much attention she had received, and wanting to, perhaps, indulge her a bit.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 18, 2009 12:46:32 GMT -5
*Brie pouted slightly as he seemed distracted by undressing her (unnecessarily, she might add), her face dropping to watch the top of his head. But then he started in on the kissing thing and she just had to forgive him. Her smile blossomed once more, curious as she shifted, wanting to move close to him but not wanting him to stop.*
"Ho, now...what'ya up to?"
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 18, 2009 17:02:58 GMT -5
What a kid. Ghislain tilted his head, cheek resting against her hot thigh a moment as his eyes flickered upward. Perhaps she hadn't. Well, how many men thought of the woman's pleasure when they engaged in this sort of thing, and how many of them did it with harlots? It wouldn't have been too surprising. He felt the need to clarify that, though, because the thought of being the one to introduce this to her - of being the first to hear her adore it, to bring this flower to further wantonness - was rather too exciting for him, and he rather liked to remain calm.
Besides, he hated disappointment. He gently cleared his head, and returned to such kisses in a moment, sliding his hand up her bare leg to further tease her with his fingers. "Don't you want to know how too-divine my mouth is?"
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 18, 2009 17:15:53 GMT -5
*Brie squirmed a little more, but finally made sense of the thought.*
"Oh...oh!" *The undaunted grin returned, brighter and more eager than ever. She nodded emphatically.*
"Oh, yes. Yes, of course." *She blurted, then remembered her manners. At least, something like them.* "Please."
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 21, 2009 19:34:07 GMT -5
"What a good girl. Sure you're not a proper lady?" asked Ghislain in a murmur, smiling, before moving up his fingers to pluck at her drawers to begin to tug them down, not affording any room for further conversation as his mouth would soon be busy, and talented though it was in multiple ways, he was not quite capable of displaying more than one of those talents at once.
((I'd have that a fadeout but you might want to reply with more? Anyway, you can fade-in if you like, or just reply. Whichever.))
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 23, 2009 13:03:01 GMT -5
((It's quite all right.))
*Brie tried not to giggle, though it did help her with her nerves. It was just so...different. And she hated not having something to do. At first they latched to the arms of the plush chair, but all too soon were burying themselves in the stranger's hair.*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 23, 2009 14:49:32 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
Judging by the way her fingers locked, Ghislain mused, he was very good at this. Not that that came as a surprise to him or anything.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 23, 2009 17:09:28 GMT -5
*Brie felt warm, her reddened cheeks contrasting with her fiery locks in the afterglow.*
"My. That was...different." *She didn't have a better word. It was good, but good seemed to simple. But she was happy and it read on every inch of her.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 23, 2009 17:16:39 GMT -5
Ghislain's pride and pleasure in having been first at something - a purely male instinct, he thought, though not one of those that was specific to males - likewise made him all the most magnetic and good-natured at the moment. He nuzzled her thigh, nipping her just within the boundaries of niceties.
"Mm. Do you suppose that I could have heard you in your great bounding happiness if I'd been in the pit now, I wonder."
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 23, 2009 17:41:01 GMT -5
"Aw, most like." *Brie said, stifling a giggle at the confession.*
"Ya are rather...intoxicating." *She tried again, even though it still wasn't the word she was looking for. She cupped his cheek briefly, then continued the motion to brush back his hair.*
"What's your name?" *She asked rather bluntly, but she couldn't see the harm, as he wasn't a john.*
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Post by Ghislain on Feb 24, 2009 8:17:37 GMT -5
Ghislain shut his eyes and turned his face into her hand, although made no overt attempt at forming an expression. A face as blank as a mask would be easy to read anything into, and she would project upon him her own opinion of him - that was doubtless how it'd already begun.
She did have gentle fingers for a street girl. He imagined she was young, and hadn't been doing it from the tenderest age as so many of her like had. Still plenty of time to be optimistic, relatively clean, and mostly unabused. Ghislain just barely smiled, coincidentally as she asked her question - not because of it, but because he had wondered, briefly, how long that would last, and if he'd ever see the impact of it.
She was young, after all - possibly a broken heart. Disillusionment. A tragic assault. Pregnancy or disease. So many things...
"Ghislain," he said, opening his eyes then, flickering them up to look at her keenly and thoughtfully.
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Brie
- In the Duggins -
Well, good eve'ning, love.
Posts: 98
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Post by Brie on Feb 24, 2009 8:35:39 GMT -5
"Ghislain." *She repeated softly. There was no way to tell if it was his real one or not, of course. But it was pretty and exotic. Just like he was. She sucked her lip in the though of seeing him again, wondering if she would. And ever so briefly wondering if they might end up turning a trick together sometime. The thought was quickly pushed aside, but not before it caused a flush in her cheeks.*
"I'm Brie." *She confessed without invitation. It was simply part of an introduction. Not that that other part was normal for such things. But it damn well should be. Broken from the thought, her eyes dropped down between them.*
"Ya ready to trade then?" *She asked without other prompt. If he could make her feel like this, she was eager to prove she was good enough to earn his respect. Or at least he could probably give her a few pointers.*
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