The Painted Lady (open)

The Painted Lady​

A gentleman's club, named for the butterfly: The Painted Lady. All the high class and rich men single, married, divorced or widowed come here for unspeakable pleasures. Either renting out a female escort for elaborate events or staying in house to sample one of many Painted Fantasies, this was a club where men could dive deep into their fantasies; each room decorated thusly for a man's deepest adn most darkest desires.

But don't let that stop you, many a women, single, married, divorce or widowed have come to the Painted Lady's doors in search of pleasures or perhaps comfort. Some have shown promise and acquired work within these walls. No one will be turned away, for a price...

And despite all this, the name of the club was anything but man. A lone spirit sat idly in a window atop the Painted Lady, her elustrious brown hair casscading down her back framing her oval face as her deep indigo eyes shown in the evening sky. Soon the redlight district would be aflame with the dazzle of late night forrays and secret trysts.

The young girl, Irya Fairchild, had been apart of the Painted Lady's staff for some time now. Most girls that were apart of the club's employ were either their by will, by force or raised there from birth. Irya had been brought against her will, trained at an early age to be one of the top Painted Ladies they had. While she was no longer innocent, her virginity taken by the founder and President Demitri Curtis, she did not enjoy the life she was leading now. By any means she wanted out of this club, out of this life and away from Demitri. Over the years his leering ways have become more bold and more open as he continued his advances to dominate the Painted Lady's most treasured jewel. If it wasn't for his younger brother Alexander who had a soft spot towards women; she might have been desecrated by the man long ago. No, Alex was the Vice President of the Painted Lady, and as such he watched over the well being of the women under their employ. Most all the girls adored him for his kindness and respect but he wasn't the kind to sleep around often. In fact he had his special girls to cater to his needs, generally sucking him off and returning to their quarters but it was safe to say; that he got his regular dose of sex when he needed.

With Irya, Alex had found a need to protect her from his brother, noting how Demitri had taken on an almost possessive need to make her his Painted Lady. Demitri was nothing like his brother, ruthless, cruel and uncaring of the ladies under their employ, he slept with most of them at some point. Feeling it his duty to break in the girls before anyone else touched them, even his brother got sloppy seconds. It was highly rare that he'd allow a client to break the chastity belt to his lovely ladies and that came at a very high price. Very high indeed...

Irya had many regular clients that asked for her services almost daily, while Demitri had no problem getting his money's worth out of her, Alex was not so giving. Despite the amount of money asked for Irya, Alex managed to keep her services in high demand and her body as new as the day she was brought in scared and alone.

"What are you doing up here little one?" Alex's soft voice beckoned from the doorway as he slipped into the dark room taking a seat next to Irya. "Its almost time to entertain our guests." While he didn't mind staying up here all night, he did have a business to run however degrading it could get. He sighed inwardly, sometimes he just hated this profession...but then again he was still a man. And watching all the lovely Painted Ladies strut about half to fully naked always turned him on. Placing a soft hand upon the tanned skinned beauty he awaited her answer.

Irya however, was busy watching the streets below. Taking some time to herself to reflect and prepare for another day at work. She lived here as well as worked here. The Curtis brothers clothed, bathed and fed her along with the other girls. It was the only home she knew for as long as she could remember. At the tender age of 20 she didn't enjoy being apart of such a lifestyle and having being snatched from her former home didn't seem to sit well with her. But that was five years ago, and today was a new day. "I'm just taking it all in before its time to perform." she said softly. This was all an act for her, there was no love involved just a bunch of horny men getting off at the sight, sound and feel of a beautiful woman.

Alex smiled regretfully. "I see. Do you wish me to leave?"

"No you may stay. I won't be much longer..." she spoke again. Her voice was like velvet soft and smooth...exotic.

Alex shifted slightly next to her, drawing her closer within his embrace. "I've told you before, we could run away together." He said softly, many times he'd been joking about this, but tonight it was different. The sorrow in her eyes, once alive with the hope of being rescued were too dull for his liking. He didn't like to see her in such pain...he wanted to end her suffering and if she would only take his offer he'd pack up right now and flee.

"You play with my heart, sir." she said with a sardonic laugh. "I am nothing how I used to be."

God he hated hearing that. She was far more than what she used to be. Grown, filling out right nicely. She had so much to live for and this place was suffocating her, killing her. He'd find a way to save her, and keep his brother's filthy paws away from her. "Very well...its time to go. Our guests await." he spoke this painfully rehearsed, damn if she only knew.

[ooc: That's an opening for Alex whoever wishes to play him may take over from there.]

Introducing Donavan & Kittie

Making their way downstairs, Alex escorted Irya on his arm a smile as wide as the skies on his face. He was always happy to be by her side, to keep her safe and it showed. Irya held a smile of her own, practiced or genuine was anyone's guess. As the exoctic red lighting of the club came into focus, below them at the bottom of the double wide (red carpet) stairs was Demitri. With a wicked sneer he looked up to find his brother escorting Irya again, for the umptenth time. Where the hell did that girl hide before presentation? He wondered as he sipped his champagne trying to hide his disgust of his brother's fortunate luck. Demitri felt he would do well to monitor the little bitch and snag her one of these days before presentation, it was high time he escorted the Painted Lady.

As the festivities got underway, Demitri grew more and more frustrated with his brother and the little tramp. She hadn't left his side or vise versa, the two of them meeting and greeting their guests, a few men had called upon her but when her price was tossed their way, no one took the line. Irya had to admit she liked being high priced, it kept the smaller fish from biting and gave her a cause for hope.

However somewhere down the line, she had gotten side tracked and Alex was called away to attend to a rowdy guest. "I'm sorry darling I have to go. I'll return as soon as I can." with a quick kiss to her cheek he was gone up the stairs and out of sight. The sound of commotion could be heard somewhere throughout the hotel but it was gone as soon as it started. Irya stiffened as she looked around noting the leering stares from the guests. A few men began to come up to her, the lot of them crowding her for her attentions as she backed away a bit alarmed. "I..." she tried to speak but she was cut off rather quickly by the bombardment of questions, inquiries and complements. As she tried to find purchase in the crowd she found strong arms slip about her waist and almost on instinct she leaned into them thinking it Alex, when the rough cackle of Donavan sailed to her ears she bristled visibly.

"My sweet, why do you run from your money. Please do mingle...find out which one can offer more for your services." He practically order the stink of liquor and cigar potent on his breath. She grimaced trying to pry her body from him but he held fast bringing her within his grasp as he slipped away from the crowding men to find a more secluded area of the forray. "Don't think you can keep that jewel from me for long little miss. I'll have you in my bed soon enough. Until then make some money for your papa give me a show." He pressed her body close to his licking along her cheek until he found her lips and branded her with a hard searing kiss, he even bit her lip hard but it didn't draw blood. Reaching a hand out he rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip smearing her lipstick slightly but not so much as to foul her appearance. "You'll be wiggling beneath me, and screaming for me to finish you before long little one. Don't think the price on your head will save you for long. My brother can't be everywhere..." He practically threatened then turned her around and slapped her on the ass to push her into the crowd. "Now make my money...bitch." he said lighting a new cigar and puffing it with purpose.

Irya skittered into the crowd of Painted Ladies and men as she finally managed to catch her balance. With a silent glare she moved forward disappearing into the crowd to hide herself away. "That pompose blow hard." she seethed turning to find the last person she thought to see. "Kittie!" she squealed delightedly at the younger girl who wiggled cutely in her cat costume.

"Meow, Meow!" Kittie called back smiling excitedly as well. "Hi, Irya what are you doing down here. I thought for sure some high priced jiggelo would have snatched you up by now."

"Yeah well, Alex has raised my price recently so none of the regular fish are biting." She said speaking in their usual Painted Lady terms. Fish being men in general, salmon being quality men, shark being classy men, and Mobi (mobi dick) being political and royal figures, or men with big packages.

"Well at your price I'm surprised you haven't caught a Mobi yet!" Kittie beamed hugging her friend.

"I try..." Irya said not really caring one way or another. "So what's going on? Why aren't you entertaining in the Jungle Room?"

"Ack! My regular skipped town on me... and well seems there's some stiffs that aren't into the jungle love. I got ropes, whips and chains all waiting. Alex even ordered a cage and some traquilizer darts this time."

"Darts?"

"Yeah I drug them up with some serious love sedative and the rest is history...girl you should try it."

"Uh no thanks. I'm fine being the Maid."

"So did they fix the Kitchen yet?"

"No... the last guy I had was a bit on the wild side. I think you should have had him, he had some strange fetishes things that didn't do too well for me in the Kitchen. I tried but eventually he got frustrated and left. Blew up the damn stove while he was at it. Bastard..." Irya chuckled giving her friend a sideways look.

"Well you know you're the classy brod anyway. Its either the Maid (kitchen), the Princess (ballroom), the Lolita (attic), or the Siren (beach)."

"Yeah well... I think Demitri wants to add another fantasy to my list." She chanced a look around for the President but he was no where in sight.

"What's that? Another fantasy..but you have four already. He just added the kitchen!"

"Yeah well he wants me to do his fantasy...the one that doesn't even go down in his dreams." Irya laughed softly. Kittie joined her covering her cute pink lips as she eyed the room over.

"Mmm..Look at that. I guess my regular couldn't resist, he just walked in. I'll catch you later Irya, if you ever want to join me in my escapades you know where I'll be. Meow!" With that she headed toward the gentleman of question.

Irya was left to her own devices as she looked around. Demitri had disappeared and Alex was busy with whatever the commotion was earlier. That left her to mingle among the crowd currently present. She sighed to herself as she made her way through the crowd. She was dressed in frills and lace a white baby doll dress with violet busiter over the top; the dress was made to show her supple breasts and amble clevage. With thigh highs and 5in baby doll shoes, her legs went on for days. Her hair was curled in a Sherly Temple style and tied into two ponytails as she held a parasol in her hand as a cane. The dress although cute was uber short leaving her soft caramel butt-cheeks visible for all to see and if she bent over, there would be an interesting view of lacy thong panties. She had a diamond encrusted choker that doubled as collar with a small hook to clasp the leash given to those that made purchase of the ladies. Tonights fantasy was Lolita...daddy's little girl.

Donavan

Long after talking to Irya, Donavan's cock still ached. Snapping out of it, he saw that he had work to do. One of the older girls, an Australian beauty named Tanner, had been off her game the past few weeks. In this business, "off her game" meant not taking in money. The Beach was her element. She had once been the star here, the quintessential bronzed beach surfer girl, her long blonde hair and large breasts were the stuff of many a man's (and woman's) fantasy of sucking and fucking on the sand. Lately, however, her heart seemed to be out of it. This would never do. Donavan summoned her to his control room.

Two flights high, behind one way glass, Donavan and Bruce could watch the action in and out of every room in the place. Monitors were everywhere. There was Kittie in the Jungle Love room, where she had her next man by the arm. Ordinarily, Donavan would have watched her closely, as this woman knew exactly how to balance pleasure and pain. Her clients loved her, a fact that elevated Kittie to number two on his money list. The things she could do with her mouth were nothing short of incredible, and then the real show began. Donavan had experienced this first hand. Or first mouth.

Tonight however there was a lesson to be taught, so with a heavy sigh, Donavan tore his eyes from the screen just as Tanner entered. Dressed tonight in a stunning diaphanous white gown, Tanner was ready to be in the ballroom as a Princess tonight. She was nervous, and knew from the look in Donavan's eyes that she was right to be.

"Do you know why I summoned you in here", Donavan demanded.
"I think so ..." Tanner stammered
"You THINK so? You should know why. That is part of the problem. "
"Why are you still alone? I don't keep you to be alone."
"Well tonight there has just been few hungry fish ..."

"Like last night. And the night before. And the two weeks before that. Your dress, how much do you think that cost? And the diamond earrings? The shoes? Staying here, you get whatever you need, the finest clothing the best food and rooms. How do you pay me back? You aren't. I think I should get rid of you. Do you know what that means? You walk out of here at 34, with nothing. A T shirt, and jeans. That's it. How long do you think you would last out there? A week? Maybe two?

"Please no ...." Tanner was frightened. To be cast aside like litter was unthinkable.

"No what? What's changed?"

"My attitude. Let me prove it." Tanner unzipped her dress, it fell to the ground around her slender ankles. She was completely naked underneath, her breasts still firm nipples slightly tilted upwards in that way that drive men crazy.

She kneeled before Tanner. Unzipping his pants, she started sucking his cock with abandon. Strangely, Donavan's mind drifted back to Irya. Back to when she had first come to The Painted Lady. She was but a nymph of 15, flat chested and unschooled. For three long years they had taught her, refined her, made her into the ultimate fantasy woman that she had become. He remembered vividly the night of her eighteenth birthday. How Irya had been forced to her knees and sucked him, just like this. Not so well as this, as Tanner was an expert. He remembered how he had taken Irya then, his cock ramming her over and over again, hands held down, as tiny tears swelled in the corners of Irya's eyes. She was a virgin no more. From that night on she was a real Painted Lady.

Flashing back to tonight as she walked away from him, Irya swayed her ass ever so slightly, twirling that umbrella in an idle way, batting her eyes at the nearest men making all stop and stare as she left them in her wake. Soon enough, she would find her Moby, she never failed him. Irya was all woman now, so unlike the virgin teen he had taken that night so long ago. Her body had fully ripened. Donavan ached to have her again, to take her against her will if need be. Bruce had stopped him so far, yet Donavan was sure that he would have Irya again, and more than just that once. Many times more. This he swore.

Snapping back to reality, Tanner opened wide and Donavan pushed his cock all the way in. Grabbing her hair, he fucked her face hard.

"Irya, Irya take this!" Donavan shouted as he came, a hot load of cum firing down her throat. Donavan held her hair tightly, as she choked on the size of his load. Finally after she had swallowed it all, he let her go. Tanner sat back, gasping for breath.

"What did you call me?" she asked.

"Shut up! I'll give you another chance bitch." Donavan sneered. ". You have 30 minutes to find a fish." Gesturing at the monitors, he said "I'll be watching. The next time, you won't get off so easy. Now get out."

Tanner slipped her dress back on and left, scared but determined to find a man. Donavan watched her leave. Tanner would be motivated for a while, he thought, but she would soon have to go. He would take her body as her parting gift to him before she was thrown out on the street, broken and penniless. The thought of taking her roughly in every imaginable way made his cock stir again. Fuck her and dump her. This was a ruthless business. His clients paid big money to be here. Only the best could stay at the Painted Lady.

Only the best.

He decided to roam the floor again. With a quick glance at the monitors he saw both Kittie and Irya. There was perfection!

"Only the best" he muttered again.

Introducing Diablo (The Dungeon Mistress)

The sound of tinkling laughter could be heard as Irya tried to compose herself, having found the company of another man refreshing for once they had been conversing for some time now. While she had offered to assist him in other ways, the man declined stating he often came about for the show rather than participating.

For most of the rooms there was a double-sided window for the curious voyeur to watch. Many times Irya had found herself rather arroused by watching others, generally she did so to learn a few new tricks, it was how she got so good. Then again; she mostly pretended her clients where Bruce. That made everything better for her, if they all looked and sounded like Bruce then she would have no problem performing.

She looked around to find Donavan following close behind Tanner a seasonal girl who was close to be tossed out. Irya hated that idea, Tanner had been so nice to her back when she was younger, but as time passed and Irya's skills grew, Tanner began to grow a resentment toward the younger girl. On many occassions, Tanner tried to get Irya caught up so Donavan could release her but instead the plans she made had backfired. And Donavan had often planned the tanned beach blonde, that was how Irya had scored the beach as one of her jobs.

While she hadn't been as good as Tanner in her day, Irya was quickly taking up her place. She had caramel colored skin perfectly kissed by the sun, golden brown hair and alluring violet eyes. These weren't often the looks that men enjoyed for a beach bunny, but after getting into the swing of things their fantasy took over and Irya would look however they choose. Half the time men called out to other women during sex and Irya just ignored it, getting them off, getting her money and leaving them to catche their breath in cum and sweat.

Excusing herself from the gentleman Irya tried her best to melt away in the crowd, she didn't like being left in Donavan's care. As she walked about, a few men turned noting her outfit and arched a brow, for all instances she looked like a 15 year old again. Something about the Lolita outfits did that to most of the girls. Sadly Irya managed to get herself surrounded by a group of petifiles...yes the Painted Lady took in all kinds of men.

From petifiles, to murderers so long as they behaved themselves all was well. The Dungeon which was run by Mistress Diablo was one of those places the dark fantasies were carried out. Speaking of the devil, Missy reared her dark head coming from the basement to the current level.

"Oi! Another one down for the count." She spoke in an alluring voice. As she scanned the room she spotted the baby doll garbed Irya. "Baby Girl, get over here!" she called, the ever elusive nickname for Irya.

"Hello Dia." Irya greated stearing clear of the men leering at her. It was often warned by Bruce to not ingage one's self with men who leered. They were often troublesome and probably dangerous. There had been a few occassions a girl was strangled or fucked to death. Only because they fucked her mouth so badly she couldn't breath and chocked on cock and cum. It was a horrible revolation that day...

Dia stretched her body laughing as her client managed to crawl himself up the stairs from the Dungeon. "Ah another one killed softly. Who's next?" she asked eerily.

Irya laughed watching the man leave the Painted Lady, though he was given crutches to help himself walk. Those were Dia's parting gifts, she had a whole bunch of them. "What did you do to him?"

"Oh the usual. Hot wax, cat-o-nine, crop, torture torture torture! I'm so hugnry, girl you working the kitchen tonight?" Dia asked but then shook her head. "Well I think not wearing that...darn it. Oh well I'm going to grab some grub catch ya later." And with that Dia was out of sight; heading for the real kitchen.

Christopher Richmond

It was a long day, but it could've been worse. In fact, Chris expected it to be worse. The meeting he was scheduled to attend was supposed to start early and last well into the night hours. Going this long was usually not in his manner, but this time the prospective client was a big fish, and Chris, the partner in a little firm, had to bend over backwards to get this. Seven hundred and fifty per hour for consulting was a damned good deal, even by their standards, but then lawyers, like doctors, were never underpaid. People value their freedom and health more than money, which allows especially gifted ones like Chris to charge exorbitant rates and blow their massive profits in places like the Painted Lady.

Be that as it may, the meeting ended early with a contract for many high-paid hours and that evening Chris was again in the Painted Lady in a great mood and eager for some fun, if a little tired. He ignored the happenings on the first floor, where, as usual, people mingled with a striking lack of inhibitions. One girl, naked and being done on a pool table by two guys at once, caught his glance for a little while, but he quickly forgot her when he saw his favorite escort approaching him with a smile.

Kitty looked every part her name, complete with the costume and the manners. She looked at him as if she was about to purr from the pleasure of just seeing him. Chris couldn't help returning a smile.

"Hello, Kitty. How has my favorite girl been?" He put his arm around her waist and caressed her cheek with the other hand.

"Do you have some wild fun in store for me?" He grinned as she actually mewed with promise in response. Sliding his hand down from her waist he slowly fondled her ass, feeling his cock fill with excitement already as she purred under his touch.

After having seen Irya, Kittie went off to find a ‘mobi’, seeing as though her regular had failed to show up. A sigh was given before she smiled prettily at those that looked like they had more money than they knew what to do with. Hips swayed seductively as she wove her way around the assortment of men, cinnamon gaze weaving from face to face as she wound her way around – Much like a stalking panther. It was the jungle room tonight, not to mention most every night, unless Kittie wanted a change of scenery. Fortunately for her, she happened to like playing a wild kitty getting tamed, or an amazon on the hunt.

Kittie had happened to of stopped to talk to a younger gentleman, head cocked to the side – as if she was interested in what he was saying – her furry tail twirling in her hand. She looked the epitome of innocence at that moment, although everyone knew the girl knew how to use her nails. Diverting her gaze momentarily, Kittie smiled in delight as she finally saw her regular, the panther girl turning to the male she was talking to. “Excuse me a moment, won’t you?” Just because they were paid to have sex didn’t mean they didn’t have any manners.

Delighted smile remained as she approached Chris, tail continuing to twirl in her hand, the sexy pussycat coming to a stop in front of her favorite client. “Hello Chris.” Kittie purred in that delightful Russian accent, sidling up to him as he put his arm around her waist.

“I’ve been bored without you, the hunt just isn’t any fun.” She teased, winking as he asked what kind of fun she had in store. “Mrrow.” Was her answer, his hand sliding over supple flesh, “Shall we go see?” She purred, the promise of pleasure in her eyes.

Putting her arm around his waist in turn, Kittie winked at another of the girls as she passed, leading Chris over to the stairs. “So love, what shall we play today?” She asked, getting down to business – Of course she had to know what his flavor for today was, as well as how long he’d be staying within her tender care.

Chris

"Aww..." He drew with a playful smile. "My Kittie missed me."

Chris gave her a kiss on those soft, sensual lips, caressing her perfectly curved body through the thin material of her sexy costume. He squeezed her tits, her ass, caressed her shoulders and arms.

"Well, baby, I want you until I'm too tired to play anymore tonight." He said.

Chris knew the rules required him to actually name a timeframe, and though he loathed it greatly he had to say something to this effect. He rarely played by hours, except when he was in a hurry and had to leave at a certain time to be elsewhere. Usually, Chris simply asked for a girl until morning, and if he felt like cutting the visit short, oh, well. He wasn't going to miss the money much.

"I've been chasing around juicy prey all day, sweetie." He told her as they approached the familiar sliding door of the Jungle Room. "I want you to be a good kitty at first and help me relax nicely. Then, I'm sure I'll be up for chasing you and hunting your naughty tail down as always." He smiled. "But for starters a nice soak by the waterfall with a well-behaved kitty should relax me."

“Of course I did,” Kittie purred, leaning in close to the male she guided up the stairs. “Not many visit the jungle room anymore, not since the dungeon fantasy was added.” Although Kittie had spent many a lonely night in the dungeon room, having tea with the mistress – Or learning new techniques that would come in handy within her own room; after all, without the mistress, she would of never known how to make a willow branch leave marks.

"Well, baby, I want you until I'm too tired to play anymore tonight." He had said, giving her a broad timeframe to book herself with. It was the same thing every time; Chris would come, play until tired and then leave. ’Wonder what he’d do if I kept him captive for a couple extra hours…’ Kittie mused, even though she knew that doing such a thing was taboo – After all, it was considered wasting valuable money time.

“Do you have the whole night off?” Kittie inquired playfully, gently tracing invisible shapes on the front of his shirt with her nails. They were at the top of the stairs after what seemed like forever, Kittie pausing in her caresses to open the sliding door of the jungle room. Waiting until Chris was inside, Kittie closed the door, listening as it automatically locked behind them. By the time the two of them were actually done, the door would be unlocked and waiting for his departure.

Until then, it would remain locked to the outside world.

At his request for the night, Kittie laughed – A low, seductive sound that rolled off of her tongue like a song. It was a Russian gift to be able to laugh and make it sexy, all at the same time. “Aren’t I always a well-behaved kitty?” Kittie inquired, giving Chris an angelic smile as she led him towards the waterfall. “Shall we start with a soak and a massage then?” A massage to ease the tension of his day before they got into the heavy play; after all, wouldn’t want him pulling a muscle.

Having only paused in her endevours to kick her heels off, Kittie's height deminished by a couple inches; although it didn't seem to bother her. The Painted Lady worker continued to lead Chris to the waterfall, stopping once they'd reached the picturesque scene. Turning to face him, delicate hands were petted over the muscles of his chest, tapering down so that she could pull his shirt from his pants before she eased her hands back up, undoing the top button of his shirt.

(Your post will have to be in the Jungle Room, alright Wolkie?)

Irya chuckled at the antics of Mistress Diablo as she skuttled off into the crowd. She only had a moment to take notice of Kittie and her regular Chris before the two horny-toads were quickly making their way to the Jungle domain.

Irya had regulars but they'd slowly began to decline as her price had been risen. That suited her fine as she had grown bored with a lot of them, often wanting the usual act rather than gentle love play.

For now she tried doing her best to avoid the one person that she didn't need to see tonight. Making her way past the girl being used on the pool table, and further into the crowd past Donavan's office she found a small alcove where she could sit and rest.

Today was a more laid back day for her, there was no major need for her to make ends meet see was well over her quota but Donavan was a greedy man and would insist that she work overtime.

Leaning back into the wall she was offered a drink from a server; taking a drink she sipped lightly taking time to look out over the crowd of men and the few women that were also given membership (at the hands of a wealthy male member of course). To many Irya would look vulnerable, lost and very shy, as it was her part to play, a young girl in need of guidance. It was trained into her to play her part when in a specific outfit, so much so that she couldn't turn it off.

Finishing her drink she slipped from the wall to find a server where she could dump her glass and only made it a small way around the den before bumping into Donavan. With a sneer he looked her over twice then his sneer turned into a knowing and devilish grin. Any other day she might have thought him striking and irresitable but his personality dittered such a thought. "Donavan." she greeted crisply brushing past him before a strong hand snaked out to snatch her by the arm and turn her into his embrace. "Wha-" she squeaked unable to repsond quickly her lips had found purchase with his own and for a moment she allowed it, so breif but enough for her mistake to registure with him as he could tell she unwittingly enjoyed his touch.

She went rigid moments after realizing what she was doing but by then it was far too late as the kiss deepend and her small squeals and moans were enough to be taken in two ways. Good or bad...of course Donavan would take them in a good way and soon she found herself lifted slightly from the ground to be completely devoured in the kiss. With her mind in jumbles what could she think to do other than allow it and return it in full...which she did. Somehow even though she knew she was kissing the one man she hated she could never get enough of his breathless kisses. He knew that and so did she... Bastard! her mind screamed but her body did nothing to stop it.

[bordem gets me...take over from here to explore with her or discard her...hehe. Be crew it works better that way.]

DONAVAN

It had turned into a quiet night for a change, much to Donavan's liking. Tanner was busy on the beach, having roped not one but two willing guys into taking her at once. That hidden video would be worth watching later. Nothing like a little encouragement to spur his employees on Donavan thought, flashing back to the beautiful Tanner deep throating him up in his office. He would never forget this about Tanner, and make sure to "motivate" her again the same way very soon.

Motivation, and finding out what really works from his clients was how Donavan and Bruce made their money. It was a tightly guarded secret between the two of them that the kept detailed computer records on each and every client. What they liked, who they liked, what kind of drinks and cigars they preferred. It was priceless.

What works with all his ladies was a question that Donavan now asked himself. He ran through his mental checklist, and had an answer for all but Irya. No matter what situation she was in, there was a part of her that no one could touch. "There has to be a way to get inside her head, to make her bare her soul" Donavan muttered, "I just have to find it".

In a reflection, he saw her then. Reclining in a chair. Now normally, Irya sitting out would have infuruated Donavan. Instead he saw a different kind of opportunity. Bruce was nowhere in sight, and with her protector gone Donavan had a chance that may not come around again very easily.

The way she was dressed drove Donavan crazy. Irya's dark skin was perfectly contrasted by the sheer white baby doll dress. The double pony tails gave her a look of innocence that she professionaly carried forward in tonight's persona. The jewel encrusted choker around her neck cinched it. He had to have her. Now. Donavan was a man of action.

As Irya moved Donavan stepped forward and grabbed her, kissing her deeply.

At first, she struggled to resist. But then a miracle happened. She began to kiss him passionately back. Her tongue danced with his, and his hands found her perfect ass and he squeezed her cheeks. Suddenly he broke it off, and taking her by the hand, he led her to the attic.

Irya's eyes were wide, lips wet with both desire and fear as he spoke ...

"Surprised Irya? Why so? This is after all the attic, where you were destined to go tonight. The only thing you didn't count on is that it would be with me and not a client."

"You Bastard" ...she said.

Donavan cut her off.

"Why yes I am a bastard. And you Irya have been a bad little girl. You want me. Your kisses don't lie. What will my dear sibling Bruce say? My brother thinks you really care for him. How ironic, that you want me instead!"

Grabbing her again, he kissed her just as deeply as before. Despite herself she started kissing him back. Again, he broke away.

"Damn you!" Irya said, breasts now heaving, and unadulterated lust in her eyes.

"You are a very bad girl, Irya. Now you know what happens to bad girls, especially in the attic. I'll tell you what. I'm in shall we say a forgiving mood. You treat me like your best client here in the attic tonight and I'll forget to mention all this to Bruce. You can't hold back. I want all of you, and I must be completely satisfied or else. If you do that, then all this be our secret. "

Donavan could see in her eyes that she didn't trust him. No matter.

"Now, whose your Daddy, Irya?"

Silence. Just a stare full of hate.

I said, "Whose your Daddy Irya?"

Quietly, after long minutes she responded ...

"You are Donavan."

Donavan laughed in her face. An evil laugh. He had won, she was his to possess. All his. He would take her roughly and often. No more need to be nice.

"Come here then little girl."

She stepped forward knowing what she must do ...